I rang the bell at her old apartment building. Needed cash for student life. Tutoring her daughter Nadine in math. Door cracks open. There she is, Madame Rouget. Short, plump brunette. Nothing special at first. But then… fuck.
We sit at the dining table. I explain equations. Nadine scribbles. Mom bustles around. Smell of polished wood. My eyes wander. Her gray knit vest gapes. Pink t-shirt stretched tight. Holy shit, those tits. Massive. Sticking out ten inches from her belly. Heavy melons straining fabric. I stare. Can’t stop. She catches me. Smiles faintly? My cock twitches.
The Awakening: Staring at Her Huge Rack
Next weeks, same routine. Obsessed. Imagine them bare. Jerk off nightly to catalogs, but hers bigger. Jeans hug her thick thighs, round ass. Sweater bulges front and sides. They sway, lag behind her moves. Ballistic jiggle. She leans over my chair. Tit presses my shoulder. Firm, elastic. Warm weight. I shiver. Hard as rock.
One day, blouse gaps. Blue bra outline. Cleavage flash. Skin taut over globes. Deep cleavage. Drooling. Erection throbs. She notices. Smirks. After lesson, her chest brushes mine at door. Saturday invite. Gift? Nadine’s away.
She sits across. ‘I know what you want.’ Untucks blouse. Hands under tits. Lifts them. Unbuttons slow. Lace bra. White globes bulge. Pushes up. Squeezes sides. Overflow. Inches closer. Profile: underwire rounds, projects forward. Up close, massive like family-feeding melons. Pendulous stretch. I beg to touch.
Guides my hand. Sits armrest. Palm on side. Elastic, warm flesh through satin. Under bra. Full weight. Heavy. Firm. Caress undersides. She breathes heavy. Thumbs front. Nipples harden? Pulls away. ‘Too much.’ Pushes me out. But tits squash my chest goodbye.
Call her. Beg. She relents. Back at hers. Whisky loosens her. ‘Call me Colette. Follow my lead.’ Hugs tight. Tits crush me. Basin grinds. Hard instantly. Kisses hungry. Hands on wide hips, fat ass. Kneads.
The Act: Diving Into Her Soft, Massive Curves
Bedroom. Shirts off. Her dark blue bra sheer over nipples. Giant spheres. Hands everywhere. Soft skin. Tremble. Pants off. She unhooks bra. Holds arms over. Frees them. Massive, sagging slightly. Weigh heavy on chest. Squeeze together. Overflow hands. Suck nipple. She moans. Grips my cock through boxers.
Fingers her panty. Wet. Frees tits fully. ‘They’re yours.’ Lick, suck. She rolls condom. Straddles. Rubs cock on bush. Slides in slow. Tight, hot, velvety. Cum too fast. Laughs. ‘Speedy.’ Revives quick. Rides deep. Suck swinging tits. She fingers clit. Groans. Orgasms? I pound. Explode.
Doggy. Fat ass cheeks. Slides me in. ‘Fuck like animals.’ Grab hips. Slap flesh. Reach under. Milk heavy udders. ‘Tell me.’ ‘Heavy tits. Soft melons. Love palming undersides.’ Pinch nipples. Pound hard. Cum roaring.
Shower. Soap her curves. Grip tits from behind. Weigh them slick. Titfuck: soapy valley engulfs cock. Glide in soft flesh. Erupt between peaks.
Couch cuddle. Coffee. ‘What to tell Nadine?’ Secret thrill. Crossed line. Her last love feeds my first fire. Crave more forbidden heat.