Magnets

“Holy shit!” Angie yelped.

Two hours had passed. I was seated on the couch. My pants were at my ankles and Angie was squatting in front of me.

“What?” I asked. “It isn’t that big.”

“No, you’re right. It’s not as big as the legends. But it’s still pretty impressive.”

“It’s no pornstar dick.”

“You’d be surprised. Most female pornstars are under five foot and have tiny hands. They make anyone look massive.”

“Your sister has small hands.”

“Is that why you’re dating her?”

“Maybe.”

“But no, the reason I said holy shit is because it’s really handsome. It’s everything I imagined.”

“That’s good, I guess.”

“Oh, it really is. Now, are you ready for it to disappear into my cleavage?”

“More than you know.”

She took off her top.

“Holy. Fuck!”

“I know, right?”

“Your tits are…”

“Not that much bigger than your girlfriend’s.”

“My mouth still drops for hers, too. But these…” I reached forward to grab them, but she slapped them away.

“Oh, sorry. That’s just a reaction. Go ahead.”

I reached again, taking their weight in my hands. Her nipples were small compared to the sheer volume of her tit flesh. They hung high and proud, not in complete defiance of gravity but to the point where there wasn’t any drooping. They were simply an extension of her chest. A round, beautiful, full, massive extension.

“I could write poems,” I told her.

“As good as your computer animated boobies that you make?”

“Better.”

“Okay, you can stop drooling. Actually… go ahead. They need lubrication.”

I twisted her nipples.

“No!”

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s one of my biggest turn ons.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said as I twisted them harder.

“Nooooo!” she said as she fell back.

She stood up and ran away, breast meat bouncing all over the place as she ran to the bathroom. She returned with baby oil which she promptly poured into her cleavage.

“Fuck my tits.”

“Gladly.”

I thrust forward, enjoying the sensation almost as much as the view.

“You look like you’re enjoying this.”

“You have no idea.”

She took the lead, holding onto the sides of her tits as she squeezed them around me. Not content to simply bounce her breasts, she used her entire torso for the move as she gave me the best tit fuck of my life.

“Shit, I’m close,” I warned her.

“Already?”

She backed off, finding my dick sticking straight up into the air in front of her. “Mmm,” she moaned. “Is it bad that I want it in my mouth?”

“Yes.”

“I know,” she said, looking thoughtful. “Anyway!”

She began twisting her shoulders, causing her tits to bounce against my dick and slap heavily onto my thighs.

“What is… why is this so hot?” I sounded as confused as I felt.

“You tell me,” she shrugged as she used both of her tits to scoop my dick between them as she began once again to bounce in my lap. “Are you going to cum?” She asked.

“Angie!”

“Are you going to cum all over my big fucking tits?”

“Yes!”

“Are you going to ever be able to look at them again without imagining them being covered in a load of your spunk?” she asked with her sexy voice.

“No!” I made what I knew to be an unattractive face as I shot my first load. It sprayed straight through her cleavage and hit her on the bottom of her chin.

“Oh!” she moaned as she sat back, sitting at face level in front of my cock as it continued spraying. I grabbed it myself, coaxing out the remainder of the load as I aimed it straight at her face. It hit her in the forehead, dripping down and dangling off her chin. I aimed my next load down, covering one tit after the other as I doused her with what turned out to be a lot more than I expected.

“Holy shit,” she whispered as she used her finger to wipe off her cheek, followed by a nice display as she licked that same finger clean. “Do you always cum this much?”

“No,” I admitted. “Apparently you bring it out of me.”

She smiled as she seductively continued to lick herself clean.

"I feel bad," I told her. "Why should I be the only one to benefit?

"It's not about that. It's about you marking me as yours." She smiled at me as a trail of my sperm dripped down her chin into her tits. "You like it, don't you? I'm not going to let you take a picture. But I am going to stay like this today for as long as you want."

My only response was a smile of my own.

Two days later I handed her a box that was gift wrapped. "This is for you."

"Aww, shucks! For me? What could it be?" She took the box and shook it. "It's too small to be your dick."

She opened it and found a tiny egg. "A vibrator?" She pulled it out and played with it. "How do I turn it on?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

She raised an eyebrow. "You'll have the remote?"

"Yep."

"But when do I wear it?"

"All the time. Unless I tell you otherwise. The battery lasts for up to twelve hours of continuous use. I figure that will be about right for a charge once a day."

"Gee, mister! You want me vibrating 12 hours a day?"

"Why not?"

"Do you think it will work?"

"Only one way to find out!"