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New Year's Party

Cathy Shelton had been invading my dreams for the past six weeks. Ever since she'd come to work in the office I couldn't stop thinking about her long golden hair and big boobs. We'd been flirting shameless with each other practically from the moment she got hired, but every time I asked her out she kept putting me off with a cryptic smile and a bizarre reason: "Now isn't the right moment."

When the hell was going to be the right moment, I kept asking her, but she she flashed that smile and walked away. I can't even begin to tell you how many gallons of jizz I unloaded into my hand ever night fantasizing about her. She is just simply perfection as far I was concerned.

I know a lot guys would think she was a little chunky, but I like them big up top and that sometimes means having them a little wide in the rear. Don't get me wrong, I'm no chubby chaser. Cathy is about five and a half feet tall and around 125 pounds, so you couldn't call her fat, but neither is she the kind of skinny model-type that a lot of guys go for. I just thought she was incredible, especially with those bright blue eyes twinkling all the time.

Although I had hoped that the New Year's party might turn out to be the "right moment" I didn't hold my breath. I was prepared to wait until midnight just to see if anything might happen, but figured the best I'd get was a kiss. Of course, at the time I'd have been satisfied with even that.

The party - like all our office parties - dragged on and on. The party was held at the home of our Vice President and it's a mansion, practically a castle. As the night wore on I still hadn't even seen Cathy, but I was assured she was there somewhere.

After a few screwdrivers the orange juice worked its magic and I had to make a visit to the restroom. Much to my surprise as I was walking down the hallway, a hand reached out from behind a bedroom door and grabbed me from behind. I turned around to see Cathy looking resplendent in a form-fitting dress that barely came down past her buttt. She pulled me into the room and locked the door. Then she turned to face me, flashed that tooth grin and said, "Now is the right moment."

She pulled the top of her dress down and her massive boobs positively spilled out. Her tits seemed even bigger exposed than they had inside the dress. They were so firm, jutting proudly toward the ceiling even though they had to be at least a 40DD. And they were so round that they actually blocked off vision to her side. And even here, just an hour away from January, their smooth, silky skin was a golden tone, glowing in the dim light of the bedroom.

"I've wanted you for so long now," she said.

I think she said some other things, but I didn't even listen. Instead, I marched over and felt up her tits. They felt even bigger than they looked, if that was possible. I massaged her wondrously warm tits and lightly passed my fingertips over her jutting nipples. She jumped and moaned at that and I knew I had lucked out with a girl not only blessed with big ones, but also sensitive nips. I ran my fingers around the entire circumference of her boobs and he nipples extended even farther.

By this time she had stepped completely out of her dress and I stepped back to take a long look at her.

Despite having big tits and a fleshy butt, she was actually rather slender. Her hips were trim, almost boyish, leading down to lean, athletic legs. Naked, I could see that her ass wasn't nearly as chunky as it seemed when she was dressed. Her waist was so small it gave the illusion of a wide butt. Her pussy thatch was feathery blonde, with the split of her cuntlips clearly visible. Smack dab in the middle of her weighty boobs were her areolae. Cotton-candy colored and as big around as silver dollar pancakes.

In a daze, I took her nipple into my mouth while my hand slid down to open her vaginal crevice. Her cunt was gushing, positively overflowing with scalding love juices. I slowly inserted my middle finger and gently fucked her.

Cathy hungrily pulled my finger out of her body and brought it up to her lips, lapping her snatch sauce off it before lowering it to her right tit and tracing a circle around her nipple. Then she fell backward onto the bed, pulling me on top of her, smothering my face within her deep cleavage.

I squeezed a tit into each hand and playfully beat myself about the face. She looked up at me as she pushed her tits together to create an artificial vagina that was almost better than the real thing My God, how I love her great big hooters.

"I want you to fuck them, Kerwood. I want to feel your slippery cock between my titties as you fuck them. Jug-fuck me, Kerwood. Jug-fuck me right now. I need it."

My cock rose to positively epic proportions as I pulled of my clothes and got on top of her, working my cock into the tightest, sweetest, loveliest little fuck tunnel I'd ever seen.

My balls rushed up into my stomach at the devilish pleasure my prick received upon entering into the chasm between her proffered boobs. It was a feeling unlike any I'd ever experiended before. Her sexy moans only added to the enjoyment I felt as fucking Cathy's tits washed away every other sexual memory I'd ever had. Nothing mattered anymore, but doing this again and again and again. I knew as I was fucking her tits that I would give up willingly every orifice of her body if I could just fuck her like this for the rest of my life.

Cathy had other ideas, however.

After I don't even know how long, Cathy begged me to fuck her pussy. I gladly complied. Her pussy was tight, as snug as I knew it would be. I luxuriated in the feeling of my bare chest against her exposed boobs. I plunged my cock deep into her, straining hard to make her feel as enraptured as I was feeling. The look on her face told me I was succeeding.

Fifteen minutes later, I finally shot my load, coating the inside of her cunt with my thick, hot sperm. Her tits shimmered from the combined sweat of our effort. I reached out my tongue and licked her left nipple, delighting in the saltiness. And, at that moment, the clock struck midnight.

Contributed by: Tim Sexton 27/06/2006

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