When she was three her Barbies always did it on the first date. Now she’s with me, there’s never any need for them to demonstrate.

Clothes were gone before they made it to the bedroom. His lips found her breast long before they ever even approached the bed. Easily the most well endowed of his concubines, Bob’s best estimate was about a 36 DD, and the rest of her form was proportioned to match them; soft curves and firm muscle revealed themselves to his touch as his hands explored her.

Her nipples distended almost immediately, hardening to the point they could cut glass with just the first brush of his lips against them. Her breasts had always been sensitive but goddamn his mouth was setting them on fire, each stroke of his tongue sending little electrical shocks down her spine and straight to her pussy, which if she were honest with herself had been more than a little humid even before all the clothed dry humping at the club. And if that was humid, it was positively the wet season now.

For his part, Bob simply marveled at the way her areolae crinkled under just the brush of his tongue. They were shockingly dark considering her pale complexion and stood out in stark contrast to the creamy white flesh of her ample bosom. Her moans of ecstasy only drove him onward, and along with the non-verbal cues like the way she thrust them toward him, gave him a better roadmap to her pleasure than iPhone Maps could ever provide. It didn’t hurt that her voice was so much sexier than Siri’s could ever be.

He guided her gently to the bed, which tonight was covered only in black satin sheets, his mouth never stopping its ministration. When she sat, he lowered himself with her, nursing at those glorious funbags like a starving infant. After another minute of the glorious feeling of his skilled mouth, she pushed him away. Confused he drew back, looking at her.

“What? Too fast?”

She simply shook her head. “No… sit down. There’s something I want to do.”

Arching an eyebrow, he followed her instructions and was pleasantly surprised when she got on her knees in front of him. He’d never in his life said no to a blowjob and wasn’t about to now. She took his length in her hand and began stroking, using her own saliva to lubricate the action of her hand, her short but expertly manicured fingernails occasionally brushing the sensitive skin of his cock.

“You know,” she said, stopping to drool all over him, “one of the few things my ex and I ever agreed on was the way he fucked my tits.” She wrapped the aforementioned body part around his protruding manhood, now slick with her spit.

She began to lift and drop them, using her hands to keep him securely ensconced in their soft warmth. “I thought about it today whenI noticed you staring at them.” She bent her head and her tongue came out to lick the tip protruding from her lush mounds. “I thought it was appropriate because of what he liked to call it. Hawaiian Muscle Fucking.”

Bob had never understood titfucking. Sure it felt good, but it seemed such a lot of extra effort to give the exact same results as a handjob. On the other hand, he’d never had a woman with breasts this size combined with their obvious sensitivity. She would get some enjoyment from the experience as well, so… when in Rome.

“Fuck my tits, Bob. Use my cleavage like a pussy.”

How the hell could you say no to that?

So he thrust up at her as she stroked down at him, gripping the edge of the bed for leverage so that he could get some more **** behind it.

All the while she played with her nipples, pinching and tweaking as she brought her bountiful mammaries up and down squeezing his rock hard erection tight within their grasp. It didn’t take very long before he was ready to go off.

“On my tits!” She shouted it out like a marine DI demanding push-ups, and he was more than happy to oblige, spraying up between them like Old Faithful.

He collapsed back on the bed, looking at her as she gazed down at herself, admiring his impressionist painting on the canvas of her boobs. Her flushed skin caused the whitish streaks of semen to stand out like mother-of-pearl inlay, and her soft moan as she began to rub it into her skin was enough to get him hard again, but he just lay watching her, spellbound as the busty beauty slowly massaged herself to a full orgasm from rubbing his cum into her tits.

Oh course he fucked her.

After that display, who wouldn’t have? He had her twice, once from behind, and once staring into her face, their hips meeting in shared ecstasy as he looked in her eyes and pumped into her.

They fell asleep in a jumbled mass of sticky limbs and body parts.

It came as something of a surprise that he awoke to find her sitting on the bed, showered and fully dressed with a cup of steaming black coffee waiting for him, and she departed with a soft kiss that was more of a promise of things to come than a goodbye.

(Title: “Life in a Nutshell” by Barenaked Ladies”)