The Temptation of my Busty Step-Sister was too much

When I was 12, my parents went through a divorce. I chose to live with my dad as my mom decided to move to another country, and I wanted to stay put. I was more than fine with it, as I got along with my dad better anyway.

Looking back, it wasn't a big mystery why it happened. They were both pretty miserable around each other and argued a lot. They were much better off apart. Being their only child, I got the feeling that I was a mistake, and they likely stayed together because of it. Once the divorce was final, you could tell my dad had a huge weight lifted off him.

He stayed "single" only a few months, although his co-worker, Mandy, basically started spending the nights at our house right away. I learned much later that they had been having an affair before my dad finally filed for divorce.

Even at 12 years old, I could tell why my dad wanted to be with her. She was a really nice person and super easy to get along with. She was tall, with long brown hair, and curvy in all the right places. She had very big boobs and used to wear tight and low-cut shirts all the time. On top of being very attractive, she also had a successful career. My dad and her got along great, seemingly all the time I saw them together.

Mandy had a 13-year-old daughter named Whitney, whom I had met a few times when Mandy would come over for dinner. Being 12 years old and just starting puberty, I only recently started noticing the opposite sex. When I met Whitney, I remember having distinct thoughts about how cute she was. She was like a mini-me version of her mom: same long brown hair, a very pretty face, and a nice smile. As she was just hitting puberty as well, it was hard not to notice her body was developing like her mom, specifically in the chest region. Against all odds, she was also super friendly and easy to talk to. I really liked hanging out with her.

One evening, my dad sat me down.

"Mike, are you ok if I ask Mandy and Whitney to move in here?"

I didn't have any problem at all, as my dad was so happy, and, being a single child, I loved the idea of having a new "sibling" living under the same roof as me.

"No problem, Dad! I just want you to be happy!"

Dad and Mandy would get married several months later, and Whitney and I became best buddies, always hanging out with each other. We had our separate friends, but I always preferred the time we got to spend with each other one-on-one.

Besides initially thinking Whitney was "cute", I hadn't thought of Whitney as too much of a sexual object. However, as time went on, I began growing an unhealthy obsession with her body, specifically her breasts, which seemed to be growing at an exponential rate since she moved in. Whitney was also going through a phase where she was wearing more revealing outfits and sluttier clothes to show off her curves. She became forbidden fruit, and although it felt super wrong at the time, despite not being blood related, she was the first girl I remember jerking off to.

The obsession got worse and worse, but the worst I would do is just fantasize and jerk off to the thought of her. We lived at home together for another 5-6 years before she moved out when she went to college. I would eventually move out, not too long after her, but into a condo near home as I went to a different college than Whitney.

I got over Whitney to a point. We would text each other, but I would only see her a couple of times a month at family dinners. During my time at college, I never had any issues hooking up with girls. I'm blessed to have an above-sized cock, both in length and width, and it seemed the more girls I fucked, the bigger reputation I built around campus as being a good lay. I had a lot of fun with a lot of different types of girls, more sluts than I like to admit, but I was never going to say no to a good time. I attributed most of my talents in the bedroom to the amount of porn I watched, probably TOO much, but girls would tell me I was great at it, not only due to the size of my cock but how I used it. The girls I would hook up with would range from 6s to 8s, although sadly, I never really hooked up with any girls with particularly great tits, which I always thought was sad irony, considering I was obsessed with big breasts.

In my sophomore year of college, I met a girl named Amber at a party. She was a petite little blonde smoke show, in great shape as she was on the swimming team. I never really had an official girlfriend until I met her, and we decided to go exclusive after a month or so of dating/fucking. I didn't mind going exclusive as we got along well enough, and our sex was steamy, and Amber liked it rough. Her petite frame allowed me to manhandle her in bed, and she loved giving me blowjobs. She would always take her time and get me right to the edge, worshipping my cock and seeming to want it damn near every day, to which I was happy to oblige. She, again, had smaller-ish boobs, which was unfortunate, but she made up for it with her enthusiasm in the sack and her plump little ass that I enjoyed smacking around.

In my final year at college, Amber and I were still an item. One day out of the blue, Whitney called me, crying, and was quite upset. She had just been laid off from her first post-college job, and then a day later, she broke up with her boyfriend, with whom she was living with at the time. She told me she desperately needed to get out of there and needed a place to stay. I automatically offered the second room in my condo, and that she could stay with me until she got back on her feet. She cried and accepted, and was extremely grateful.

Over the next week, I helped her get moved into my place and, truth be told, I was excited to live with her again. The first day, however, I instantly went back to that awkward 12-year-old boy, not really knowing how to act around her. She was now 23, probably 5'4", the same gorgeous face, beautiful eyes and smile, she wasn't super skinny but wasn't fat either, had a great dumper, and her boobs were enormous. A couple of days in, I would look at one of her bras in the washing machine and learned they were a 36DD. I found it hard not to check her out when she wasn't looking. My only saving grace was that Amber was at our place all the time, and I would take out my sexual aggression on her, which she enjoyed.

Luckily, Amber and Whitney got along great, and the three of us would hang out a lot, make dinners, play video games together, watch movies, etc. The only awkward part was when Amber and I would go to my room to fool around. I made sure to close the door, and when we fucked around in my bed, we both tried to keep the noise down, as I didn't want Whitney to feel uncomfortable. A few occasions when Amber and I really got after it, we would sometimes forget to be quiet, and afterward, I would be pretty embarrassed when seeing her in the kitchen the next morning, although she never said anything.

The next few months of loving together were great. When summer hit, our condo would get way too hot, and we both would be "forced" to shed clothes around the condo. I loved it when she would wear skimpy little outfits around. My particular fave of hers would be her tight black Lululemon shorts and a loose-fitting black tank top. Most of the time, she wouldn't wear a bra, and it drove me crazy. Her tits were huge, but not saggy, and I would always shamefully check her out. Occasionally, I would walk around in just my black boxer briefs, but when I felt the urge of a boner coming, it was not going to go unnoticed, so I would have to quickly pretend to go to my bathroom ensuite in my room until it subsided. Or until I quietly jerked it off to completion. Usually the latter.

Around the same time, Whitney went through a bit of a drinking/partying phase and would often go to the bar with her friends. This also led to a bit of a sluttier phase for her, too, as she would get all dolled up and dress up in different sexy dresses and club wear when she went out. She loved wearing high heels, tight skirts or leggings, and always skimpier tops that would accentuate her boobs. I very much enjoyed the 10 mins in the condo before she left for the club, but was also super jealous of the dudes that would inevitably hit on her.

The first time she brought a guy back home was awkward, but I tried to tell myself to shut up about it, since Amber was there almost every night. This first occasion, however, Amber was out with her friends for a girls' night. I faked a friendly hello to this dude, even though he looked like a douche. Whitney was looking so sexy, she was all done up and wearing tight shiny black leggings showing off her curvy ass, and a fancy sparkling top that had a deep V-neck. Her big boobs were right in everybody's face. We had a couple of awkward drinks together in our family room while chatting before I made my exit into my room and shut my door. I could hear them both immediately go into Whitney's room.

I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself and listened through my door. After 5 minutes, sure enough, I started to faintly hear them having sex. Hearing Whitney moan a few times triggered something in me, and I started to feel my cock twitch. I decided to turn on my TV and lie in bed for a while, inadvertently fiddling with my cock. I texted Amber asking her if her night was done and to come over, but she responded with a drunk text.

Amber: Wooo, we're just at the bar dancnig! Then going back to Chrissys huose

It looked like I was going to be on my own. The moaning in the other room was faint, but I subconsciously heard everything, no matter how hard I tried to stop listening. My phone buzzed again, another drunk text from Amber.

Amber: I miss you baby, sned me a pic of my huggge cock plzzz

Me texting her a pic of my dick was not out of the norm, and looking down at it, it was already half-chubbed. It felt awkward to start jerking off with my stepsister getting fucked 20 feet away, but after a minute or two, I realized willpower was never my strong suit. So I said fuck it. I pulled my pants off and started stroking it. Half for the request from Amber, but the other half for the sounds of Whitney getting plowed in the other room, imagining what that lucky prick was doing with her.

After my cock was fully erect, I sent the pic to Amber. My curiosity took over, and I went to my door and opened it just a crack. I could hear Whitney panting and moaning, and I noticed my boner was not subsiding. I couldn't help but continue to jerk off my cock while listening to her. I felt myself getting to the edge, closed the door, rushed to my toilet, and exploded rope after rope into it. Feeling a sense of shame, I went back to my bed, put in earplugs, and tried to go to sleep, realizing that tomorrow might be awkward.

The next morning, I heard Whitney's dude leave pretty early in the morning and heard Whitney turn on the TV in our family room. I waited a bit and came out of my room to find Whitney sitting on the couch, clearly hungover, with a coffee, and wearing some cute PJ shorts and that god damn braless black tank top again.

Both my Dad and Whitney's mom were always pretty open when it came to talking about sex, so I've always been able to joke about awkward stuff with Whitney, so I decided to break the ice the only way I knew how.

I gave her a smirk and said, "So what happened to YOU last night! Your hair looks disheveled. And why does it smell like sex in here?"

She laughed out loud. "Fuck off! Mind yo' BUSINESS!"

I continued. "Are their wedding bells in the air? He seemed... nice." I lied.

"Um, no... I actually regret that one to be honest." and laughed. "The vodkas, man. They got me good."

"Oh, did they?" I decided to push the envelope a bit and cross the line of what we usually talk about. "Sooo... was he un-skilled with his... equipment?"

She hesitated and blushed a bit before answering. "Umm...yes. Sorta... he was awkward as hell. I gave an Oscar-worthy performance there."

I couldn't help but laugh before she continued.

"And his... equipment was really... modest? If that's the right word?"

"Hung like a light switch, eh?"

She burst out laughing. "....I felt bad!" We both laughed it off.

"Let's go get some breakfast and not discuss last night, shall we?" She got off the couch, and I shamelessly took a peek at her beautiful, round ass as she went into her room and got changed. It just made me like her all the more that we were able to joke around and talk about such things.

A month passes, and she brings home a couple more dudes, but luckily, Amber stays over during those times, and I did my best to ignore the sounds coming out of her room. Amber and I would usually go into my room, watch movies, or fuck around.

On one occasion, we were fooling around and Amber, with a mouthful of my cock said she wanted to order a porn on TV. We did this from time to time when we were both extra horny and would have it playing in the background while we railed on each other. Usually, I would pick one at random, as I don't typically really care, but as I was scrolling through the titles, I saw the title of "Big Titty Nurses Volume 3". Whitney had re-awakened my big boob fetish, so I ordered it.

We watched it while she worshipped my cock. The girl gave a great blowjob, I'll give her that. All of a sudden, a brunette with a similar body type to Whitney came on the screen, which escalated things for me. I took my cock out of Amber's mouth, bent her over, and started fucking her hard from behind. Amber couldn't see that my eyes were transfixed on this huge-titted pornstar on the TV. I roughly pounded her from behind, and Amber was having a hard time not squealing. At that point, we both hit the "Who gives a fuck" stage, and we fucked each other loudly and hard for another 10-15 minutes. We finished missionary, and I pulled out and delivered a river of warm cum all over her stomach and face. It was a doozy of a sex episode for us, one of our best.

The next night, Whitney and I sat down to watch TV after dinner, and she wanted to order a pay-per-view movie to watch. I didn't think of it at the time, but there was a menu item for "Current PPV Rentals," and she accidentally clicked on it, revealing the lovely 1-line item with the porn that Amber and I ordered the previous night. I had forgotten that it would stay there for 24 hours.

"And what is this, mister? Big Titty Nurses, eh??"

I felt a huge wave of embarrassment, but I tried to playfully laugh it off.

"...Didn't you order that? I think you ordered that."

"Um, no. That's not my brand, sir." She does her best not to embarrass me. "So? How was it? Oscar worthy?"

"Some great performances, but not quite." I thought that was going to be the end of it. But she kept poking me.

"So this is your genre, hey? Nurses? Or Big Boobs? Or both?"

It was an awkward question, both of us well aware that she was stacked. But luckily, I was several beers deep, and the liquid courage helped me engage.

"Umm.... well... more the chests than the nurses. I'm sure you've noticed that Amber isn't exactly... super endowed in that particular area."

"You know, having big boobs isn't always a blessing! I don't get why you guys like these things so much." My cock twitched as she looked down at her own boobs and lightly pressed her hands on them. "They're just fleshy bags of skin."

My cock began to grow, and I tried to push it down with my elbow. I quickly tried to change the subject. "Annnnnyyyyywayys....let's just order a movie, shall we?"

She blushed a bit and saw me uncomfortably adjust myself on the couch. She smiled at me, which made me nervous, but she didn't say anything more, and then went to the movie list. She picked "Baywatch," which I was fine with, as it was a light, fluffy comedy with hot girls in it.

"This will be good. I can look at Zac Efron's abs, and you can look at Alexandra Daddario's boobs. How's that?"

I gave her a look, insinuating she shut the fuck up. She just giggled, and we watched the movie. When the movie finished, we both went to our bedrooms for the night.

The encounter and discussion left me horny as hell, though, so I needed to whack off before I could sleep. Lying down on the bed, I started looking at my phone, googling videos of big tit pornstars. I stroked my long, thick shaft up and down until it was at full capacity, and I was close to cuming when I heard something in the kitchen and realized that my door was not completely shut. Like a deer in the headlights, I saw Whitney, standing in the kitchen in her bra and panties, grabbing her water bottle, and to my horror, we accidentally made eye contact.

I quickly tried to grab the covers to cover up while Whitney stood there frozen for what felt like an eternity. In reality, it was probably only a second or two.

"Whoa! Sorry!" she exclaimed and then quickly scurried back to her room. I have never had an erection go down so fast in my life, and I couldn't believe what had happened. I was sure that I shut my door and didn't even think to double-check it before I started jacking off. I realized tomorrow was going to be REALLY embarrassing, if not grounds for her to want to move out.

I laid there, red-faced, and couldn't get to sleep when I heard my phone buzz. I was hoping it was Amber, but instead it was Whitney.

Whitney: I'm sooooo sorry about that! close your damn door next time hahaha! please don't be embarrassed!

I figured I might as well respond right away, ripping the band-aid as quickly as possible.

Mike: Hahahah no, that was my fault, sorry about that! i was sure the door was closed. where's amber when i need her?

Whitney: Looks like that alexandra daddario did her job tonight, you horny bastard

I didn't quite know how to respond to that, so I just replied to the first part.

Mike: she's a hell of a talent, thats for sure! =)

Whitney: ok sorry about that again! Don't be weird tomorrow morning please! Goodnight!

Mike: i wont if you wont!

I felt better and was glad she texted me; otherwise, it would have been a sleepless night for me. As I was lying there, I let myself calm down before realizing the great look I got of Whitney in her bra and panties. I got up, made god damn sure I closed the door completely, and finished jerking off in my bathroom.

The next morning, we didn't even mention what had happened the previous night, which I was more than fine with. We continued our lives like nothing had happened. She would continue going out to the bar for a few more weekends and continue to wear so many sexy outfits. She wasn't bringing any more dudes back home, though, for whatever reason, and I was appreciative of it.

It was around this time that Amber and I started to drift apart, too, and we eventually broke up and went our separate ways, amicably. Subconsciously, I wondered if my infatuation with Whitney had played a part in the breakup; I'm sure it did.

Once her bar-hopping partying had settled down, Whitney had been hitting the pavement searching for work and eventually found a great job, which she was super excited about. We decided that we would host a party at our place, celebrating it, and invited as many people as could fit into our little condo.

On the day of the party, we went out and grabbed all the food and booze we could afford and got our place ready. I had invited a bunch of the remaining friends that I had from the Amber split, and Whitney had invited a bunch of her friends, too. I was excited to party with Whitney's friends, as a bunch of them were smoke shows. We got dressed up for the event, and Whitney looked amazing as usual. She wore a turquoise low cut top, which could barely contain her massive jams, and her shiny, wet-look black leggings, which showcased her perfectly round butt.

Everybody arrived, and all said there were probably 15-20 people crammed into this small condo. We all had a great time drinking and music blaring, and we all got silly, having several different drinks.

There was one of Whitney's closer friends who was an absolute dime, and I was thrilled when she came to the party. Her name was Alanah, and she was the only one of Whitney's friends who had breasts as big as Whitney's, although I was certain they were fake. She had been over to the condo a couple of times when they would go out to the bar, and I always found her extremely sexy. She was a good 5-6 inches taller than Whitney, probably like 5'10, slim, and had long dirty-blonde hair. On this particular evening, she was wearing a shiny, grey, sparkly minidress which would have looked better on the floor in my bedroom. I had planned to work my magic with her on this night and envisioned finally playing with huge titties, fake or not.

I purposefully hung out near her all night, and we engaged in what I thought was really good conversation. Doing my best to be charming, but not desperate, and making her laugh. We ended up getting pretty hammered playing card games, and our flirt game back and forth was rolling along nicely. But before I knew it, she abruptly left the party early, which kind of pissed me off as I thought I had worked her over pretty good. But can't win them all, I suppose.

Over the next couple of hours, everybody trickled out, and it was just Whitney and me. I was hammered, and as Whitney said bye to the last person leaving the door, I stared at her juicy ass and wanted to squeeze it. Christ, she was looking hot.

She shut the door and looked at me. "Well... still kinda early, wanna keep drinking?"

"100%!"

We poured ourselves a couple more drinks, and I sat on the corner of the couch while Whitney sat in her usual spot on the chair beside it.

Whitney laughed. "I saw you working over Alanah pretty hard tonight!"

"Hahah.... yeah sorry, she's just.....really hot.”

“Only if you like that tall, blonde, figure-glass body type! Hahah, no, she’s a babe for sure. And I don’t care. But I have to admit, I didn’t like your chances. She’s been after this one guy for a month now. I figured she would leave early, though; she’s a tough one, and she's more into muscle jocks, roided out dudes. So don't feel bad."

I do some mock flexing. "What, that's not me?"

She laughs. "Almost... keep working at it, Tiger."

The booze has loosened my lips, and I find myself starting a sentence that I never thought I would ever say to Whitney.

"Truth be told, she has an amazing rack, and I was hoping to have some fun with them tonight. Truth be told, I've never been with a girl with big boobs."

As I finished the sentence, I worried it might be a bit of an overshare. To my relief, she immediately responded. "Ah, yes. Too bad she's not a nurse... They're very fake, you know?"

"Oh, I wouldn't have minded."

She laughed. "Now I know you've been with your fair share of girls. You can't tell me none of them had big racks?"

"Seriously, none of them. The most has ever been, like, a small handful, maybe, at best. I think that's partly why I broke it off with Amber. Pretty superficial, eh?"

"Sorta. But nah, if you know what you want, you know what you want." Whitney hesitated for a second. "Here, if you want, just feel mine. And then you can be done with it."

My heart skipped a beat, and I did a double-take. Did I hear her right?

"...Pardon?"

"What, they're not big enough for you?"

I blushed and laughed it off. "Um.... you know you have a great set."

"You're damn right I do. Much better than Alanah's. Real as fuck. Just go on, give them a quick squeeze, I'm drunk and I truly don't give a shit."

Before I could say anything else, she stood up and walked over to the couch, and sat beside me. This time, I'm the deer in the headlights, and I just kind of sit there, staring at her, dumbfounded.

"Don't make it weird. Just grab 'em!"

She forcibly grabbed my hands and made me squeeze her tits over the top of her satin turquoise tank top. I had an out-of-body experience, as I had been waiting a long time for some huge melons to be in my hands.

"See? No big deal. Just big ol' titties. Squeeze 'em."

I slowly turned into a classic first-time adolescent, like he was feeling breasts for the first time. I squeezed them over and over again, probably with a big, stupid smile on my face. I noticed my boner emerging. To make light of the situation, I start batting them around with my hands back and forth like an idiot, and we both start to laugh.

"Here, let's do this properly." I froze again while she took her turquoise top over her head, revealing a super sexy black lace push-up bra. She brings my hands back to her tits.

"So how do you like them? Is this all you dreamt big tits to be?"

"Uhhh....yeah....they're obviously amazing."

It grew into a bit of awkward silence again as I played with them. I was making sure the tips of my fingertips made their way above the bra so I could feel the soft flesh of her upper breasts. It became apparent to both of us that I wanted to take her bra off, and with my level of drunkenness, I decided to provide my input.

"What if we do this even MORE properly. I can't get the real experience with this silly bra in the way, now can I?"

She sat there frozen for a second before giving me a slutty little smirk that takes me back.

"....Ok. Perv."

I slowly leaned in and reached behind her to undo her bra. I unhooked it like a pro, slowly removed it, and tossed it aside. The sight was incredible, they looked even more amazing and perfect than I could have imagined. They're perfect. She arched her back a little, pushing them out to make them look even bigger.

"Do what you gotta do, bro. Get it out of your system."

Green Light! I cupped her soft, firm boobs in both hands and caressed them, much to my delight. I let her nipples fall between my fingers and lightly pinched them, which seemed to excite her. My cock became a full-fledged erection, creeping down the side of my jeans as I continued playing with her tits. I was unsure of how much further I could push this, so I fought the urge to kiss and suck on them, just using only my hands. However, I was getting the feeling that Whitney was enjoying this too, holding back from making any moans or noises. Whitney's hand suddenly touches my knee. I look deep into her brown eyes, terrified by what she's going to say next.

"This is probably 100% the booze talking, but... I notice your, uh...... friend down there is getting pretty excited." She smirked and looked down at the massive bulge down the side of my jeans.

Awkwardly, I tried to adjust myself a bit, but there was no hiding that I was as hard as a rock. "Sorry about that.... hard not to get excited. This is fucking amazing."

"Are there any other things you'd like to get out of your system when it comes to titties?"

"What do you mean?"

"Liiiiiiiike.....titty fucking? I assume? My boobies are perfect for fucking. There's no way you haven't fantasized about that."

I'm still in disbelief at all this.

".....really?"

"Yeah, why not. We're here. And to be honest, I'm a little curious to see this monster hiding in your pants right now. I only caught a very quick glimpse of it when you were jerking it in your room the week."

Embarrassment was no longer on the table for me; instead, I’m just horny as fuck.

"......I honestly can't think of anything I've ever wanted more."

I go to fish out my cock as fast as humanly possible, when she stopped me. "One thing..... if we do this, we do this just this once, and we take it to our graves. And tell no one. EVER. Deal?"

"Deal." I would have said anything at that point, including selling my soul to the god damn devil.

I stood up, unzipped my jeans, and they fell to my ankles. My cock was already sticking out the bottom of my boxers as I pulled them down. My erect dick snapped to attention, only a foot from my step-sister's beautiful face. Whitney sat there, mouth open and her eyes wide.

"...Holy shit, bro... That's actually... a huge dick. Like… Jesus. Holy fuck… Poor Amber."

I decided to throw out an olive branch. "Since we're sharing stuff...you can touch it, if you want?"

She bit her lip with a tiny smirk before she slowly wrapped her hand around and gave it a few gentle strokes. I literally couldn’t believe Whitney was jerking me off.

"You are ridiculously hard right now." She slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft. It felt like a dream looking down at her, shirtless, and her soft hands caressing my shaft. She then pointed the tip of my dick towards her mouth. "…ok, if I....?"

I've never turned down a blowjob before and wasn't about to start then, step-sister or not. "I SUPPOSE. After all, we WILL need some of good old-fashioned nature's lube for when I stick it in your boobs."

"That's true. We do need nature's lube." She gobbed a spit onto the shaft of my cock and continued jacking me off. Then she slowly opened her mouth and inserted the tip of it into her warm, wet mouth. She slowly went back and forth, steadily getting more and more of my cock into her mouth while twisting her hand, jerking off the top of my shaft. She knew what she was doing, I quickly learned.

After a few minutes of Whitney having her fun, I took my cock out of her mouth, and it was glistening with strings of her saliva. I stroked it a few times myself and positioned it toward her titties. No words needed as Whitney proceeded to cup her tits together, spitting another gob in between them while jiggling them, smearing the saliva all around.

Still standing, I lowered myself down enough to enter her engulfed cleavage from underneath as Whitney squeezed her boobs as tightly as she could. I started pumping away, and it's everything I dreamt it would be: soft, warm, and wet. I started fucking her fat tits faster and faster before I realized I needed to slow down, as the excitement was going to put an early end to all this fun. To take breaks, I took my cock out and smacked it on her tits back and forth before re-entering and continued fucking them.

She looked up at me with her sexy eyes. "Feels good, huh?" All I could do was nod silently.

She directed me. “Here, sit down on the couch. I can get better torque with you there.”

I instantly obeyed. With Whitney bent over in front of me, she moved the coffee table out of the way, and I resisted spanking or groping that beautiful, big ass in her black leggings.

I leaned back on the couch with my cock at full attention, pointed to the ceiling, and Whitney got on her knees. My legs, apparently, aren't spread open wide enough, so Whitney forcibly widens them and crawls in between them. She stared at my cock for a few more moments before grabbing the bottom of my shaft, squeezing it really hard.

She smiled at me and spat on my cock and slowly shoved it back in her cleavage. She begins to titty fuck me up and down, and I'm in absolute heaven. She decides to pry into my inner thoughts.

"Have you thought about fucking my tits before? I feel like you've been thinking about this for a long time."

"You bet I have."

"That's pretty perverted, bro. I mean, it's not like I've been flaunting these puppies around you at all around here."

I gave her an eye roll. And she just laughed.

I reached my hands down and removed her hands from each side of her boobs, and I replaced them with my own, squeezed her tits tight around my cock as I introduced some of my thrusting.

"There you go. Fuck those big titties!"

She seemed to be getting really turned on. I decided to give her some more direction, as I noticed the tip of my cock, now a mess with pre-cum, kept popping out the top of her big tits with every pump.

“Lick the tip of my cock when it pops out of your tits.”

She looked at me with a bit of a surprised look before obeying like a good girl and doing as she's told.

I could have blown my load right then and there, but I focused on prolonging the moment. As I was having my fun, Whitney's eyes closed, and I noticed her hands wander down her body as she started rubbing her pussy.

Time for me to push this even further.

I reached down and lifted her body onto mine to suck her tits, but with the additional sneaky objective of my dick rubbing against her torso. She stuffed her boobs in my face as I sucked on them furiously. I gently grabbed her ass, squeezing it, and she didn't stop me. Interesting, I thought. I then groped it harder and harder, squeezing it while I suck on her nipples and worship her tits. She still gave me no resistance. It was time for the ultimate test. I purposefully poked my rock-hard erection into her abdomen. Then a bit lower right into her vagina, through her leggings. She noticed.

She whispers. "Do you want to go in there?"

"Only if you want."

She bit her lip again and gave me a nod. Go time. I threw her off me to the side onto the couch and helped her take off her leggings, revealing a sexy g-string. She slowly took them off and threw them on the ground. Her pussy looked so inviting.

I gave it a few rubs while she began to moan, and I slid a couple of fingers in. She was already absolutely soaked. I fingered her for a few minutes, and both of us were beginning to breathe pretty heavily. I used the moistness of her pussy and started jerking off with it before I slid her down and positioned myself in front of her. I slowly put the tip of cock in and she gasped.

"Wow.....well, no stopping now!" she says.

She lowered herself down as I slid my length into her, and she moaned louder. She felt amazingly tight. I seemed to bottom out inside her with about an inch left, but then she managed to take me all the way down to the balls after a few pumps. We both were moaning pretty hard and started going really fast. As I was drilling her, her big boobs were out of control, bouncing up and down.

After fucking her for a good while in that position, I decided to change positions and lie down on the couch while Whitney knew to get on top. She jumped on top of me, grabbed my cock and sat on me, no resistance this time with my cock going inside her. She moaned loudly and started bouncing up and down on me. I reached up and squeezed her bouncing tits hard.

She got into a real rhythm and fucked me hard for a long while before she tightened up and had an orgasm. She wanted more, though, and continued to fuck me, damn near screaming at that point.

I was getting really close to cumming, so I took her off me and bent her over doggy style to buy myself a few more minutes. I drilled her really hard from this angle and slapped her ass several times for good measure.

I realize I'm only going to last a few moments longer.

"....I'm gonna cum, Whit, can I cum on your tits?"

Without a second to process, Whitney positioned herself back on the couch and cupped and jiggled her sweaty big tits together, preparing to receive my hot load.

I was 100% sure this would be the last time fucking these amazing titties, so I stuck my pussy-soaked dick in between them for a few final pumps before I felt myself ready to explode.

At the breaking point, balls tight as can be, I proceeded to spray my load all over her amazing melons, rope after rope spray into her amazing chest, with a few squirts landing on his chin and just below her mouth. When I was finally done, I playfully smacked my exhausted cock against her boobs a few more times. I caught my breath and made eye contact with her; she was looking up at me, smiling.

"...Jesus Christ, Bro, when was the last time you came? That's ridiculous!"

"Take it as a compliment."

She laughs as I go and get her a towel to clean up.

We calmed down and sat there naked on the couch for a few moments.

"Well, I think that definitely got that out of my system," I admitted to her.

"I think I did too. You have an amazing dick."

"You have amazing everything."

"....So.....we're agreed that that was a one-time thing, right?"

"Yes. And we take it to our graves, as discussed."

"Agreed."

We gave each other awkward high fives, and she went to her shower, and I went to mine and got cleaned up and went to bed, on cloud nine, and slept like a baby.

The next morning was oddly not awkward, although we were a bit hungover, but we never discussed what had happened. We went back to our normal lives. About a month later, fresh into her new job, Whitney found an apartment and moved out.

Luckily for me, after a couple of months, I found a new girlfriend with a great-sized rack, not quite as big as Whitney's, but enough for me to have my fun whenever I want.