FICTION - Dora, A love story

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Disclaimer: I am not the author of the first 16 chapters of story. It was published several years ago on the now defunct german forum "Brustverein". I don't even know the name of the author anymore... if he happens to be a member here and recognizes his story, I would be glad if he would contact me.

I was lucky to save all of the published story before the forum went down and I still consider this one of the best written and appealing big-tit stories I have ever read. I had thought for quite some time to translate it into English and publish it again. I made no major change to the storyline, and I tried to keep it as close to the original text as I could. I admit that I am not the best of translators though.

Again, I claim no rights to this story. If the original author finds this and disagrees with this translation, please tell me so. I just think it is too good to be lost in the depths of the web.


So, without further ado, I present: Dora!

 

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Part 1: Meet Dora

I was only 17 when I met my girlfriend for the first time. Her name was Dorothea, but everyone just called her Dora. We met at a skiing course in Salzburg. We both had the same hometown, and, as it turned out, the same birthday. We got along great from the start, and managed to get on the same lift, though we were in different courses. Sadly, on our fourth day, she fell badly on an icy slope and had to be taken to hospital by mountain rescue. She had torn a ligament, and her parents were called to bring her home. All this happened so quickly that we could not say goodbye, or even exchange numbers. The rest of the vacation was uneventful. I happened to meet some other folks from Dora's group, but the magic of the first days was gone. I couldn't get her out of my head. I wanted to see her again, but I didn't know how. But just a few days after my return home, luck was on my side.

I was walking home when I met Karin, one of Dora's friends, who had been with us at the ski resort. I asked after Dora, and Karin told me that Dora had gotten braces, but still had to keep bedrest to go easy on her leg. It turned out that Karin was just on her way to visit Dora, to keep her company, and she asked me if I didn't want to come along. I agreed willingly, and we went to Dora's parents' house. We rang, Dora's mother admitted us and led us to Dora's room. Dora was sitting upright on her bed, reading a book.

The sight of her took my breath away. Previously I had only seen her on the slope, wearing warm padded jackets and in the thick shapeless winter clothes, we all had looked like puffed up slobs. But now she was only wearing a thin, short-sleeved cotton nightdress, and her forms were clearly showing.
She had fine, delicate hands and arms, shapely legs and a thin waist. But under her short nighty, an enormous bosom was noticeable. They pressed through the fabric like two ripe melons, and the low collar showed a huge cleavage.

We entered the room and when Dora saw and recognized me, she blushed and draw her blanket closer. She only had expected a female friend, and now with me in the room, she was clearly uncomfortable in her revealing outfit. Still she seemed to be very happy to see me again. She greeted me like an old friend, and I asked after her injury.
"Broken bones would be worse." she replied with a laugh, and continued to tell of the fall, the ride in the rescue helicopter and the stay in hospital. Then Karin and I told her all about the rest of the vacation she had missed, and we chatted happily about all kinds of unimportant things. When we had nothing more to talk about, Karin suggested a game of cards.

We pulled our chairs closer to the bed, used the book as table and dealt out the cards. Dora had changed to a more upright position, the blanket had dropped down. Her gigantic bust pushed over the covers without resistance and seemed to completely fill her form-fitting nighty. Full and heavy, her ample bosom pushed forward and the fabric stretched tightly over the feminine roundness. My cock started to rise throbbingly in my pants and I had to cross my legs to hide my erection. Her magnificent bust rose and fell with every breath, and I couldn't stop watching the enticing motion. Each time Dora wanted to draw or drop a card, she had to lean forward, providing me with a clear view into her well-filled cleavage. The wide neckline spread, the heavy breasts swung forward and the thin nightshirt didn't seem to be able to hold these ample masses. Then it was her turn to deal, and while shuffling the deck, she pressed her full breasts together with her arms. I didn't know where to look. Her heaving bosom shook gently when she shuffled the cards with quick motions, and I almost lost my mind. Then she leaned forward and dealt the cards. Her fat breasts almost poured from her nighty and swung gently to her movements.
I couldn't concentrate on the game and made so many mistakes that I lost every round.

When evening came, we had to leave, but promised to return soon. On my way back home, I was like flying. My heart was beating like crazy, my head was burning in the cool night air. I was in love. And for the first time in my life I understood what it meant to lust after somebody.

 

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Part 2: Darkness and light

A few weeks had passed, Dora's leg had healed and we had started to see each other regularly. We felt the mutual attraction, and enjoyed the magic of everything fitting together without effort. We took our time, got to know each other better and it felt fine the way it went.

On that evening we had been with friends and when it was time to leave, we went together. We strolled hand in hand, chatting and laughing, through the narrow cobblestone streets of the old town, turning left or right, pausing and walking aimlessly. Neither of us had kept the way. We had just walked on, and now we found ourselves in a narrow dead end alley.

At first we laughed at our little mishap, but then we fell silent. We stood, facing each other and next it just happened on its own. Our lips met and we merged in a first shy kiss. Then a second one, bolder, and a third. Tightly embraced, we reclined into a dark house doorway. I pulled Dora closer and she placed her arms in my shoulders. Through her fuzzy sweater I could feel her giant breasts, pressing into my chest like two full water balloons. The romance of the moment mixed with desire. My dick rose and pressed against Dora's belly. It was a little awkward and I didn't know how Dora might react, but she just snuggled tighter to me and we sank into a sea of tender kisses.

After a while Dora turned her face back and looked at me. Something testing, something uncertain was in her eyes. Like a question she was asking herself and couldn't answer. I came down to kiss her again, but instead she took my hand and placed it on her massive, full bosom. I was a little confused at first, but as soon as I touched her big round breasts, it was like a dam breaking and washing all my restraints away. I kissed her passionately and moved my hand over her ample breasts. It was unbelievable, how big these things were, and how good it felt to explore these magnificent round forms.

Dora sighted with pleasure and I felt her drawing back her shoulders and pushing her chest out. Her bust seemed to grow even more under my hand. Her sweater stretched over her monumental breasts. Then she pulled one arm away, reached behind her, and for a short moment felt panic, thought I had done something wrong.
Suddenly something snapped, her full breasts lay heavy in my hand and I realized. Dora had reached behind her back with her right hand and with a quick movement, she had released the hooks of her bra. The band has loosened and I felt the fabric sag under the weight. My heart was racing ever faster, I could barely breathe for tension. I pulled her closer again and pushed my hand on her back under the sweater. It went down over her naked back, down to the hips, and up again. I felt the broad band of her bra, going across the ribs. I followed it with my fingertips, upwards, until I had reached the tempting roundness of the tightly filled cup. My testing fingers went over the soft fabric and the fine lace of the bra, tightly fitting around the massive fullness of her immense breasts even in opened state and still straining to contain her ample forms.

Dora leaned on the door, pushing her lap against me and rubber her loins on my stiff cock. I added my other hand to the first under her pullover, starting to knead and massage the full imposing breasts. Dora pulled even closer and rubbed the hard bulge in my pants with her tender hand. I shoved my hand under the bra, pulled the straps down over her full bosom and placed my hand on her big naked breasts. At this moment, I had an orgasm and I felt the hotness shoot from my cock.

Strangely enough, I wasn't even feeling embarrassed. I was horny and I wanted more. I went on my knees, pushed up her sweater and shirt, until her big knockers dangled freely before my face. My tongue licked tenderly over her fat teats. Dora had placed her hands on my head and buried my face in her deep cleavage. Those gigantic tits covered my whole face, and I pushed my head deep into the valley of her voluminous chest. I felt her warm smooth skin, then I lifted the right breast and started to suck and lick greedily on the raised nipple. Dora seemed to enjoy this treatment. Her breath became spasmodic and her dark areolas got tight. I changed back and forth from one breast to the other, pulled the fat suckers into my mouth, sucked and cherished them with my lips. I also pushed my knee between her legs and started to rub her with my thigh. When I noticed her breath getting heavy, I took her massive breasts and pushed them together, until the nipples met in the middle. Her full, bombastic tits reached far forward and I circled both nipples with my searching tongue.

I knew Dora was close to an orgasm and put my hand on her crotch. It felt hot and wet even through her trousers. I kept pleasuring her enormous jugs. One nipple I held fast in my mouth, sucking and licking, the other I rubbed and twirled tenderly with my fingers. Dora moaned and gasped above me and left herself fully to my passionate caress. She pressed her steaming pussy against my hand, her pelvis rubbing on my thigh. She got faster. The heavy breasts started to jump up and down in time with her movements. The nipple left my mouth with a wet sound and the hard teat stroke over my cheek. Dora leaned back, grabbed her plump breasts with both hands and pressed them against her chest.

And then she came as well. With a small sigh she rose. Her body trembled and he knees grew weak. Her breath slowed down, she pressed my head into her mind-blowing bosom and we stood there for a time, unmoving and silent.

Suddenly there was sound of footsteps, a light went on and we heard a key turning in the lock of the door.
I jumped up, Dora hastily pulled the sweater over her fat breasts and we ran down the small alley. We only slowed down at the next larger street and mingled with the few people around. Then, when we felt save and unobserved, we turned into the next silent alley.

Dora slipped out of her bra, pulled it from under her sweater and put it into her bag. I escorted her home and we shared a long kiss before the final goodbye. When I turned to go, she held me back and pushed something into my hand. It was the bra.

 

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Part 3: Machinations

In the following month, we spend a lot of time together, and finally it was time for spring. The air was sweet and dry and it got warmer from day to day. For the weekend, it was announced to be warm enough to enjoy nature, and so we decided to visit the city's park on Sunday.

I had to wait for my bus longer than expected and so I was a little late. Dora was sitting on a park bench, waiting for me. She was wearing a dark blue jeans and a narrow-waisted linen blouse. She had an old shoulder bag sitting beside her. When she saw me, she rose, grabbed the bag and put it over her shoulder and chest. The narrow strap tightened considerably over her plump bust and emphasized the round shape of her immense breasts. I was struck by this mind blowing view, and tried to imaging Dora's forms in thin T-shirts or tight tank tops.

We ambled slowly through the park and enjoyed the first heralds of spring. Dora had brought a bottle of wine for the occasion and sandwiches and led us to the grass for a picnic. We put our blanket down and attacked the provisions. The wine and the warm sunrays had their impact and soon we started to get sleepy.

At some point Dora startled up and shook me awake. Temperature had dropped noticeably. Heavy black clouds darkened the sky and the tension of a closing storm was in the air. Winds rose, and suddenly the first drops were falling. We hastened to pack our stuff and ran to the exit. We hadn't passed two streets when the first lightning struck and when the thunder roared, heaven's gates were opened. It was a torrential downpour and within seconds we were wet to the skin.

Dora took my hand, and hand in hand we ran through the pouring rain. We were crossing a major street and getting close to the bus station when Dora suddenly stopped and pulled me into the next doorway. She pulled a keyring from her thoroughly wet trousers and unlocked the door.
"A friend of mine has an apartment here.", she said. "She's taking one semester abroad in Barcelona and has left me the keys. I'm checking the mail now and then and looking after the plants."

Dora felt for the light switch and called the elevator. "Fourth floor.", she requested. I pressed the corresponding button and the lift started to move. The cabin was brightly lit and had mirrors on each side. I took an inconspicuous look at Dora. The wet blouse was clinging to her big breasts and her areolas shimmered darkly through the lace of her bra. Goosebumps rose on her arms and her nipples had become hard and erect in the cold air under the tight fabric.

The elevator stopped and Dora guided me to a door at the end of the corridor. "We can dry off in there, and get a little warmer.", she told me, opened the door and lead me into the flat. I followed her down the hall and we reached a spacious bathroom. Dora turned on the light and pointed to a small cabinet: "First of all we have to get out of the wet clothes. Towels are in there."

She got rid of her trousers, turned her back on me and started to unbutton her wet blouse. The wide band of her bra strained around her back, and even from behind you could clearly see the formidable curve of her enormous breasts. I took off my jeans, t-shirt and socks, sat down on the border of the bathtub and almost couldn't believe that just now Dora was with me, in the bathroom of a stranger's flat, only in her undies.

She had turned a little to the side and, slightly leaning forward, was drying her hair with a towel. Her heavy breasts were dancing boisterously in the wet cups and the thin shoulder straps were straining under the load.
The sight aroused me, and my dick started to rise noticeable in my tight boxers. I turned away and started to wring out my dripping jeans. Dora looked at me and said: "It would be best if we put our clothes in the dryer and wait until the rain has stopped."

She crouched down and pushed trousers and blouse into the dryer. Her fat breasts pressed tightly to her thighs, the cups swelled and the soft fabric stretched almost to bursting at the sides. She rose. Her full breasts had been pushed up and the immense bosom spilled over the top of the bra.
"I guess there is space for a second pair of trousers.", she stated with a motivating smile and got over to me. I picked up my clothes, handed them to her and watched entranced her lean body and the protruding curves of her imposing bust.

"Men.", she sighed and rolled her eyes in amusment. "And what about your pockets? No coins, no keys in your pockets to get rusty?" She picked up my trousers on the belt and started to empty the pockets. On the sink she put my wallet, keys, mobile... and finally a condom.
"So what had been your further plans for today?", she asked with a laugh and pushed the condom jokingly into my face. "Divert a demure maiden like me from the path of virtue? Confess!"
"Much worse.", I admitted frankly. "First, divert you from the right path, then lure you into a dark alley and then screw you in a secluded corner." I took a step forward and tried to grab the condom, but Dora withdrew her hand quick as lightning."Lecher! Almost I had fallen in for you!", she replied with feigned indignation and stepped back."Lucky for me the rain has brought to naught your nefarious plans!"

"Did it?", I challenged her and took another step toward her. The tension in the air rose. Dora retreated slowly, I followed and pushed ever closer to her. I felt her warm skin on my thighs, her breath on my cheeks. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath. Our lips were only a finger's breadth away and all the electric tension that had spread throughout the whole city seemed now concentrated here in this bathroom. The wet bra rubbed on my skin. Dora was backed to the wall. I looked into her eyes and whispered: "Dead end."

Our lips met in a passionate kiss and we fell on each other like animals. Dora's hands and lips seemed to be everywhere at once. She caressed my hips and back. She covered my face with unnumbered kissed and gently bit my neck. I slid my hands over her shoulders, backside, further down, pushed her slip down and placed her before me on the top of the dryer. Dora opened her legs, pushed the condom into my hand and with her feet pushed my shorts down to my knees.

I pulled on the rubber and we met, tender and lovingly. She was tight and wet and we enjoyed the endless second until she could take me fully. Then, after she had gotten used to me, we let nature run wild. Our breaths got shallower and instinctively we came together in the ancient rhythm of life.
Dora had put her head back and supported herself with both arms on the dryer. Her heavy breasts trembled under my thrusts. I put my hands on her narrow shoulders and used my thumbs to push her bra straps to the side. Under the pull on the straps the cups expanded to tighten over her ample bosom and I felt the massive fullness of her big breasts pull heavily on the thin shoulderstraps.

I held Dora at the shoulders and began to thrust harder. Her giant breasts started to bounce vigorously and pressed forcefully against the confining envelope of the bra. I kept my hands under the straps and slipped them down the sides of her arms, carefully revealing her full breasts. The laced hem was pushed down, centimeter by centimeter, over her dark areolas, until it just covered the fat nipples. I dropped the straps to the side, put my hands on Dora's hips and increased the speed. The fat heavy breasts jumped up and down in the open cups and spurred my lust to even greater heights.

After only a couple of thrusts, the first nipple come forth from its hiding place and pushed to freedom through the fine lace mesh. I couldn't control myself any longer, went for the other breast and pushed Dora's voluminous tit up until the other nipple spilled out. Pressed upward by the falling fabric, the gargantuan breasts were pushed together and forced step by step from the overfilled cups. The massive bosom surrendered to the speed of my lust, and the fat tits slapped together with force.

Dora moaned. Her elbows gave way and she sank down on her back. Her groin moved forward, and I put my left hand under her pelvis as support. Her full breasts slipped finally from the wet cups and now rose impressively over her flat belly. Dora reached forwards with her hands and grabbed my hips. She pressed her arms against her torso and pushed her fat tits together. My movements got more intense. I felt her womb tighten, slowly caressed her fat nipples and pulled my fingertips through the inviting valley between her giant boobs. Suddenly I felt a massive uplift and rose to the heavens. I reared up, together we rose through the clouds and basked in sunlight and warm spring showers until finally we got back to the ground.

 

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Part 4: Fabrications

Slowly and after a myriad of kisses, we separated. I opened the frosted glass window, to let in some fresh air, and looked out. The rain had subsided, but with our wet clothes we weren't ready to leave yet. So we decided to have a nice, hot bath while we were waiting for the dryer to do its job.

I added my stuff to Dora's clothes in the dryer and turned on the device, while Dora drew the bathwater and added some bath essence. It took a while for the big tub to fill up and Dora used the time to scour the flat for some candles and place them around the bathtub. Then we carefully entered the hot water, sat down opposite of each other and immerged to the shoulders into the pleasantly smelling bubble bath. The flickering candlelight spread a romantic aura and we chatted about all kinds of unimportant small things.

With time, the bubbles subsided and step by step revealed the vista of Dora's sensational curves. Numerous droplets of water glittered on her slim neck and the narrow shoulders, and the remaining bubbles clung like a pearl necklace to her majestic bosom. The wet glistening breast protruded far forward and floated on the warm water like two big buoys.

Dora's long legs were angled against my torso and her shapely calves were pressed against my ribs. I placed my hands on her knees and touched her fine skin with my fingertips. I went deeper and started to softly massage the insides of her thighs. Dora closed her eyes, moved forward and sank deeper into the tub. The water splashed over her enormous mounds and her full breasts got lifted even higher by the buoyant water. Blood was pumping through my loins and I felt my dick rise anew.

Dora opened her eyes and when she saw my hard cock towering from the water, she sat and leaned towards me. Her big breasts swung forward and swayed forth and back on the waves. The view was enticing. I moved my pelvis ever closer until her tremendous tits touched my stiff penis in the moving waters. Dora slipped one hand into the water and with masterful skill started to rub my erect cock. Her fingers closed around the pulsing flesh and made the full helmet even bigger. Pleased with her efforts, she started to stroke faster. I couldn't keep it much longer. My dick was only centimeters from her huge breasts and I saw the back of her hand rub on her erect nipples with every stroke. Her giant bosom glinted wetly in the candlelight, and I would have loved to fire a huge load on her fat tits. The simple thought of shooting my seed all over these massive melons was too much. I felt the juice rising and before I could shift position, the first fountain shot vertically into the air and fell back into the water. A second and third load followed and it was only after the source of my lust had finally subsided that Dora let go of my spend cock. She turned and rested her body on mine. I felt her heavy breasts on my skin, pulled her closer and kissed her softly. In a tight embrace we lay in the water, listened to the monotone sound of the dryer and enjoyed our closeness.

When the dryer was finally done, the water was only lukewarm and the rain had stopped. We left and drained the tub and dried off. Dora extinguished the candles and turned on the light again. Then we took our clothes from the dryer and started to dress. The clothes were comfortably warm. I put on my trousers and was at getting the shirt on when I heard Dora grumble: "Oh, poot, I shouldn't have put my blouse in the dryer. It's totally shrunken."

I turn around and looked over to Dora. Her blouse was wide open and only reached the navel. The fabric strained around the shoulders and the arms were only two thirds their former length.
"A little short in the arm" I replied with grin.
"The arms aren't that bad, but what will I do if I can't get the buttons to close in the front? I can't go home topless, can I?"
"How about you borrow something off your friend?", I suggested.
"Nicole's?" Dora laughed. "Nicole might be able to fit my blouse, if I put it through the dryer again. She's only one fifty and slender as a reed."
"Try it. Cannot be that bad.", I tried to calm her down, while at the same time I tried to imagine the looks of Dora in a skin-tight shirt.
Dora sighed and started to close the lower buttons on her blouse. It was very tight, and the fabric clung to her flat belly, but it wasn't as bad as she had feared.

"See, it works.", I said encouragingly. "See, it works YET.", she corrected me and tried the remaining buttons. This turned out to be more difficult. Just barely did she manage to close the blouse over her enormous bust. With fascination I watched her pull on the buttons and push her huge breasts to this side and that side. After I while she had managed to close more than half of the buttons. The fabric was strained to tearing and gaps between the buttons gave a fine view of her overfilled cups. The top buttons were still wide open and the deep neckline revealed about a third of her bra. The gigantic bosom arced high above the lace-rimmed cleavage and the soft skin of her bunched up breasts reminded me of fresh dough, spilling out of a too small mould.

In desperation, Dora surrendered."I'm looking like an airbag ad. When I take one breath, the shirt will burst. And I can't even try to close the top buttons."
"And if you try it without the bra?", I offered a suggestion.
"You want people to peer through my cleavage down to the navel?", she burst out angrily.
"Just a suggestion. If it doesn't work, you can have my t-shirt.", I tried to soothe her and tossed her my shirt.
"I'm sorry.", said Dora. "It's not your fault, but it's such a stupid situation. It had been so nice, and now this."
"In my view, it is still very nice", I disagreed and lowered my view to her bulging breasts.
"You won.", she replied with a laugh. "A try can't hurt."
She slipped out of the blouse, opened the bra and chucked it to me."Catch, peeping tom!", she said jokingly and started the second attempt.

It took some time until she had slipped on the first arm and with pleasure I watched her giant jugs swing slowing from side to side. Then she put both hands back and tried to catch the second arm. That pushed her ample bosom forward and the full breasts reached out for me invitingly.
"It seems your pants shrunk, too.", she smiled with a look to the bulge in my jeans.
"A sign of solidarity", I declared graciously.
"A sign of lust", she rebuked me.
After all, leaving off the bra worked better. The blouse was still straining mightily over her immense bust line, and the full swollen breasts were pressed against her slim torso. But with patience Dora even managed to close two additional buttons. She complained that you could see her naked breasts through the gaps between the buttons and blamed me for not having my mind on the task, but finally she gave up. She tested the construction by jumping up carefully, and the plump breasts tore alarmingly on the thin fabric of the overstuffed blouse. But the buttons held fast.

"Ok, let's go.", Dora decided. "I'm not even trying to look in the mirror, but with a little luck I get home before the blouse breaks. Lets hope it doesnt start to rain again."

 

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Part 5: Loss and lack

Dora and I had been together for half a year. Summer had come and after some intense debates, our parents allowed us to go on vacation together. Because of our limited finances, we decided to stay with Dora's Uncle Emil. He had been Dora's aunt's first husband. The couple had separated on friendly terms two years earlier and Dora's uncle had moved to Denmark, where he owned a nice country home and a small city flat.

Uncle Emil expressed his delight about the visitors from the old country and even supported us with booking the flight. One month later, when the summer break started, we were ready to go. With a short stop in Frankfurt, we arrived in Copenhagen on time in the late afternoon. Ready for adventure and with high spirits we entered the arrivals terminal and went to reclaim our suitcases.

We had to wait for two hours, before we were finally told that, regrettably, our luggage had been stuck in Frankfurt. There was nothing we could do, so we left Uncle Emil's number and address to have the suitcases send to us, and went into the city. It was almost one and a half hour later that we reached the flat, and after a short search we found the key that Uncle Emil had left for us under a flowerpot on the stairs. The apartment consisted of a small entry room with some cooking facilities, a tiny bathroom and a single living- and bedroom, containing bed, side table, a small coffee table and two large comfortable armchairs. It has gotten rather late and we didn't feel like going out again. So we deposited our bags in the bedroom and discussed our plans for the remainder of the evening. Dora was pining for a shower after the long flight, and I decided to get out and find something for dinner in the meantime.

Luckily, just a street away, I found a little Italian shop that was still open and soon I returned with two bottles of red wine, some bread, cheese and olives. Dora was still in the bathroom and had left the door open, so that the steam could escape. The bathroom was so tiny that there wasn't room for a shower cabin. Instead the whole room was tiled and in the center of the floor was a drain.
I left my groceries on the stove and took a peek into the bathroom. Dora had't notice me returning and was washing her hair. Her eyes were closed and I saw her pouring the shampoo and spreading it carefully with both hands. Dreamily I observed the glittering droplets on her ample bust, the soft curves of her slender waist. I enjoyed the opportunity to watch her so freely. She had started to massage her scalp with soft circular motions and her full heavy breasts swayed peacefully in time.

Her nipples had risen and ever so often some soap would drop from her hair onto her plump tits, running down the protruding curves. It was a breathtaking view and I felt my cock getting hard.
After a while she turned to the side, felt for the valve and turned on the water. I broke out of my spell, went back to the stove and opened the first bottle. Quickly I filled two glasses and returned to the bathroom, wine in hand. Dora still had her eyes closed, had put her head back and was rinsing the foam from her hair. The water pattered on her shoulders and flowed around her big round breasts. Finally she leaned forward and let the water pour over her neck, to get rid of the last remnants of soap. My dick was throbbing in my pants, and I would have loved to set aside the wine glasses and grab her swinging breasts. But I waited until she had straightened herself again, and noticed me. I handed her a glass and said: "Welcome to the holidays."

She took the glass, smiled at me and replied: "Thank you, you are so sweet. Let me dry off, then we'll have a drink."
"Oh, let me do it." I told her, angling for the towel hanging next to the door. I made her take the second glass as well and carefully wrapped her in the big towel. I started with the skin on her shoulders, moving downwards with the hands to her hips. Next was the belly, and finally I turned her around and stepped behind her. With powerful motions I rubbed her back and her luscious ass. Then I moved my hands around her, to her navel and from their upwards to her glorious boobs. I covered her full breasts and started to massage and maul the huge tits through the towel. The pleasant touch of the towel soon showed results, and I felt Dora's nipples get hard under the soft fabric. She sighed with relish and pressed her butt energetically onto my hard dick. I kissed her neck and softly caressed her raised neckhairs with my tongue.

The water vapor had fogged over the bathrooms pane. At the borders, it started to condense, and I could perceive my hands on her big breasts in the reflection. Dora was still holding both of the wine glasses with slightly angled arms. The pronounced curves of her voluminous boobs were showing clearly under the towel. Slowly I dropped the fabric and continued to appreciatively knead her chubby tits, until they almost spilled from the towel. Finally I grabbed her fat nipples with my fingertips through the soft fabric and pulled them gently.
Dora let out a sensual moan. A sip of wine had spilled over and ran over her fingers. She set down the glasses, wrapped herself with the towel and turned towards me.

"You're still dressed.", she said reproachfully, and just a moment later pulled the t-shirt over my head. She pushed me out of the door, opened the zipper of my jeans and moved me into the bedroom. I got rid of my shoes and trousers. Dora slowly let the terry towel slip to the floor.
Soon the last shreds of cloth had fallen, and panting with excitement we landed on the soft mattress. Dora was riding over me, her big jugs dangling directly over my face, my hard cock pressing longingly on her wet slit. I raised my head. The heavy breasts caressed my cheeks and I felt Dora instinctively opening up. I placed my hands on her hips, rubbed my fact between her gorgeous tits and again the distance between us decreased. I wanted to enter further into her, but Dora proved to be the reasonable one.

"Hold it.", she panted. "You have rubbers?"
"Yes," I groaned. "In the suitcase."
"Dang it. Think the supermarket is still open?"
"At this time? Don't think so."
"A gas station perhaps?"
"You know of one around her?" I asked scornfully.
"Hey, I'm just thinking out loud.", she protested and punched my side. "Or do you have a better idea?"
"No." I admitted ruefully. "I fear we have only two options. Either we wait until tomorrow, or we brace ourselves to go out and look for a shop that is still open."

 

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Part 5b Danish foam

"I don't want to go outside", Dora sighed. "And I don't want you to go alone. Let's just stay in bed, drink the wine and talk. It's so nice right now."
Of course I would have liked to make love to Dora, but the very idea of wandering around in a foreign city to find some condoms didn't enthuse me, so I concurred. We snuggled into the bed, chatted and soon opened the second bottle.
"I've got an idea.", Dora suddenly blurted."Maybe Uncle Emil has some condoms around. Take a look in the nightstand."

I rolled over, opened the drawer and started to search. The drawer was filled up with all kinds of stuff. I went through books, a pair of reading glasses, tissues and other small items and suddenly stopped. At the very bottom, hidden by an old newspaper, there was the stack of sexy magazines.
I took some of them out and placed them beside the bed.
"Found something?", Dora asked.
"Oh, I did.", I replied with a broad grin."Your uncle is a fan of big breasts. Look here."
"Uncle Emil? Nah, I can't believe that. Show." She took the topmost item from the stack and started to flip through the magazine. It contained several solo pictorials, with the prime focus definitely on the highly developed feminine forms of the pictured models. Dora's face clearly showed that this was the first time she was looking at a porn mag. The speed at which she turned the pages implied that she wasn't much impressed with the images.

I, on the other hand, was very much so. The sight of all these buxom women and their heavy big breasts had made by cock rise up throbbingly to its full size. Dora hadn't noticed, because she had already switched to the next magazine, and started with rising interest to look at the images of the busty ladies. This time, there were couples shown. The first series featured a housewife with a gigantic bust, seducing a young well-build pizza boy. We got to see how she lured the unsuspecting delivery boy into the house, all the time, apparently unintentionally, offering generous vistas of her spectacular cleavage. It continued with a number of images, showing off the pair in different positions, always presenting a favorable view on the housewife's monumental mammaries.

The second series told the story of a young, stacked business woman in a well-cut suit, who got caught by the janitor while she was in an empty office playing with her huge melons.
The third and final story was about a hiker with gigantic, voluminous hanging tits who got it hard from two well-hung truckers. All the stories had a common theme: the actresses' remarkably large breasts, getting into erotic adventures filled with hot passionate titplay. The images of huge, cum-covered tits alone filled several pages.
The photos had made me really horny. Had I'd been alone, I would have certainly jerked off. But here I didn't even dare to touch my dick to get some little relief. Instead I tried to play it cool.

Dora was still resting on her belly, studying with curiosity the hiker's heavy breast, which were completely covered with the truckers' semen.
"So that's what turns on men?", she asked without turning her eyes from the cum-dripping tits.
"Sometimes" I replied evasively.
"And right now?", she insisted, turned her head towards me and caught me staring at her full breasts that were spilling out between her propped up arms and her torso.
"Do you want that?", she asked and looked me deep in the eyes.
"Want what?", I asked duplicitously.
"Come between my breasts. I have boob enough for that.", she said and turned her chest towards me.
How I would have loved to continue looking in her eyes and just nod, but I wasn't brave enough. My mouth was slightly opened and I couldn't get a word out. Instead, my view wandered towards her heavy huge boobs.

That was answer enough for her. With a bounce she turned to lay on her back and pressed her full, massive breasts together with both hands. Her nipples were hard as rock and stood up proudly.
"Then go get them. Take my breasts.", she whispered.
Shivering with excitement, I knelt over her belly and slowly pushed my throbbing cock upwards. The very thought of touching these gorgeous round big breasts with my hard penis made me so hot that a first thick drop of precum left my dick and drew a glistening line across her full breast up to the nipple.
Dora seemed to be rather turned on by this sight, for she closed her eyes and sighed: "You are making me so wet." Spurred on by the notion of giving her as much pleasure, I braced my arms and pushed my cock slowly into the inviting cleavage. The feeling was unbelievable. It was soft, but firm, and her dry skin made for a perfect friction. And of course these were breasts. Huge, massive, beautiful breasts, so gigantic that my cock was completely covered by them. Centimeter by centimeter I pushed forward and when finally, after an eternity, the tip my helmet peeked from this fleshy beauty, I did almost instantly come. It took a lot of effort to reign it in, and I remained motionless to prolong this pleasure.

Dora had lifted her head up and obviously enjoyed the sight of my pulsating member between her gargantuan breasts. She reached forward and touched the naked tip with her tongue. Then she tightened her grip on her full boobs and began to slowly jerk my cock with her breasts. She looked me in the eyes and moaned: "Come. Fuck my tits." Tits! I hadn't heard this kind of language from Dora. "Boobs" had been the most until now, but it was so hot to hear her talking like that. It drove me even wilder.

I closed my eyes and adjusted my movements to her rhythm. "My first titfuck", it crossed my mind, and it was even hotter than I had imagined. After a few thrusts, I felt the juice rising and withdrew my dick slightly. "Oh, I'm coming soon.", I moaned, opened my eyes, and again tried to keep back the orgasm.
But when I saw Dora's trembling body, I knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for. With her eyes half closed, she pushed her big full breasts towards me and whispered: "I want to see you come. Cover me. Shoot your cum on my tits." With that she used her left hand to push her enormous breasts up, using two fingers of the right hand to twirl and pull the hard nipple.

That was too much for me. I grabbed my hard cock and with two or three quick jerks I ejaculated in monumental batches on her gigantic, hot tits. It was the biggest load I had ever fired off. Both breasts were covered over and over with semen and the warm liquid ran slowly down at both sides.
Dora pulled me close and hugged me. "That was great.", she sighed. "Now I finally know what these big things are good for." I felt her warm body under me, still trembling with excitement, her big wet breasts against my skin and I could hardly believe my luck.

 

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Part 6: Who needs Hollywood?

We kissed softly and after some time, Dora rose and left the room. It didn't take long and she came back to the bedroom. I lay on my back and had the eyes closed.
"Look here. I found something, too.", I heard her say.

I opened my eyes and looked at her in surprise. I had assumed she wanted to go to the bath to dry off. But now I saw she had only put on her thin shirt. It was wide open and showed off her heavy dangling breasts, still glistening wetly with the traces of our adventure. In her hand, she was holding a camcorder.
"It was sitting there by the door.", she added casually.
"What are you going to do with that?", I asked puzzled.
"I want you to film me", she replied softly. "I want you to take pictures of me, like those in the magazines." She pointed to the mags still lying on the bed. "And I want to know if I can make you just as horny. But without you helping. No touching."

"But..." I tried to reply in bewilderment.
"Well, he's with me.", she interrupted and pointed to my penis, that was again rising at the thought of taking nudie pics of Dora.
"And we haven't even started yet."
On the one hand, I felt a little caught off guard, but on the other hand the idea was very enticing, and I didn't want to spoil her fun. So I rose and took over the camera.
"Wait.", again she interrupted me. "You stay on the bed, and I will settle on the armchair." With a few quick movements she provisionally closed her shirt with four buttons, and dropped down into the big chair at the end of the bed.
"Ready?", she asked.
I opened the lense cover, set the focus and replied: "All set, ready to go. And action!"

"Let's start with the housewife. What should I do, if I had ordered a pizza, but cannot pay for it? Shall I dazzle the delivery guy with my cleavage?", she asked in a seductive tone. She pushed her chest out and the thin fabric of her shirt started to strain around her big breasts.
"Or should I take the arms up?", she continued, raised both arms lasciviously and started turn from left to right with relish. In that position, with her arms crossed behind her head, her massive tits looked even bigger. The monumental boobs protruded far outward, the buttons shifted upwards and opened the view on the underside of her naked breasts. It took a lot of control to concentrate on the camera.

Dora paused and lowered her arms. "No, it's too soon for that. Maybe I should look if I don't have some spare cash in my bag." She rose and reached down to her bag, resting in the floor between bed and chair. Absorbed in her action, she pretended to search through her bag. The view was stunning. Heavy and full her plump breasts were swinging in front of me. The thin fabric of her blouse was filled to the max and was clearly straining to keep this ample glory in check. She bobbed he shoulders slightly up and down, and made her magnificent udders sway gently. The blood was pounding in my head. I couldn't control myself any longer, grabbed for my cock and started to slowly move my hand up and down.

"Stop!", Dora commanded. "No helping, we had agreed on. No touching. As punishment, we will take a break here."

 

[groffi]

Part 6b: Less viewing, more doing

"No, don't stop!", I blurted out.
"No?", Dora teased me. "Good, the our next scene is the business woman, and you are the janitor watching me."
She sank back into the armchair, leaned back and closed the eyes appreciatively. It was amazing how well she remembered the images from the magazine, because exactly like the business woman she now put her arms close to her torso and moved the hand up and down the insides of the thighs. Wedged in this position, her breasts grew upwards like two giant domes, rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath. She was so engaged in the act, I almost thought she had totally forgotten my presence in the room.
Excited by this notion, I started to zoom in closer to her big full breasts and tried to get a perfect angle. I rose on my knees and leaned forward, to get even closer.

My change of position didn't stay unnoticed, as if on a secret sign, Dora raised her left hand and pulled her index finger through the deep valley of her ample boobs. It was hard not to make a sound, the way she drove me crazy. But I pulled myself together and was as quiet as I could possibly be in this situation. Dora had placed her right hand between her legs, and rubbed her clit with her fingertips in soft circular motions. Her breath became shallower, and she started moaning softly. Her other hand was kneading and massaging her big, wobbling breasts. I turned the camera straight towards the titanic tits. One of the buttons had popped and the hard nipples poked through the fabric. Suddenly, a soft tremor ran through her body, and the second hand appeared in the viewfinder. With a tender move she touched her ample boobs, drawing circles with her fingertips over and around the nips, and when she removed the hand, the fabric around the erect nipple was wet from her juices. It took all my willpower not to drop the camera and throw myself on her.

Breathing heavily I kneeled in front of Dora, my cock erect, only a meter away. She sat in the armchair leaned far back and was slowly opening her eyes. Blood was pumping through my loins and every centimeter cried out for relief. Her eyes fixed on my fat swollen penis, she opened the lowest button on her blouse. The fabric fell to the side and revealed the lower third of her monumental jugs. She paused, then opened the top button. Only one single button held the thin shirt closed. The heavy breasts strained under their fabric cover, and the single button was hard a work keeping the tremendous mass of her fat tits together.

My whole body was shivering was excitement, my cock throbbing painfully with lust. I held fast to the camera with both hands and peered helplessly through the viewfinder at Dora, who still fixated my hard cock with her gaze.
She used both hand to go up the button facing, while raising her eyes to look directly into my face. Just as our eyes me, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and with a single powerful yank she released the last button. The fabric fell away and her massive big breasts lay naked before me. With a loud moan I fell forward, and only just managed to brace myself on the bed.

"You don't like it?", I heard Dora ask.
"I do.", I replied in a husky voice. "You can't imagine how horny you make me."
"That's nice.", she continued. "I'm glad that you like my big boobies. I wasn't that certain in the beginning."
I though back to the dead end alley, Dora taking my hand and placing it on her immense bust. Only now I understood why she had seems so uncertain back then.
"It might have been possible that your preference was a more androgynous type of woman.", Dora added, cupped her full breasts with her hands and offered them to me invitingly.
"Or do you rather like really huge tits?", she breathed enticingly.
"That I do.", I replied truthfully.

"Then let us continue. Take up the camera." She rose, swung her leg over the armrest and straddled on it.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and turned the camera toward Dora again, who was just a meter in front of me, astride on the armrest. Her gigantic tits dangled directly before my face.
"You know what I especially liked about the story with the hitchhiker and the two truck drivers?", Dora asked, to instantly provide the answer: "The ending."

I had only just focused the view, when she took her right breast with both hand and lifted it up effortless, so that her tongue could reach her nipple. Gleefully she circled the hard nip with the tip of her tongue.
"I like your taste on my tits.", she said and licked more greedily. "Do you like that? Shall I suck my own nipples for you?"
"Oh yes.", I moaned and couldn't believe what was happening.

While I was steading the camera with my left hand, I reached between my legs with the right and grabbed my cock. I couldn't resist. Directly in front of my, my girlfriend was sitting, lifting up her full breasts and eagerly letting me watch her sucking and licking her fat swollen nipples.
Dora felt that my control was slipping and paused.
"There's just a tiny detail missing." She said reproachfully. "The hiker got two loads. Do you want to give me another one?", she asked and offered me her magnificent plump tits.
I didn't need to be asked twice. I jumped up and again pushed my stiff cock between her full breasts. I heard her moan with lust, felt her firm flesh push from both sides against my swollen member and started to thrust. The view of my pumping cock between her enormous breast and the feeling that Dora enjoyed immensely to be taken in this position almost drove me insane. I looked through the camera and it seemed that I was simultaneously watching and acting in a movie. The feeling was extraordinary and only increased by excitement. I was about to orgasm, and I had only one thought, one wish: capture on film as I came between her tremendous tits. With my last drop of willpower, I pulled myself together and turned the camera to her gigantic boobs. The massive, wedged-in breasts filled the whole via and I saw my own hard cock pushing forth and back through Dora's fat tits. I put one hand on her shoulder and pushed my swollen cockhead through her big breasts. The first fountain shot out and landed with a splash on her giant tits. The second and third followed, the orgasm seemed to have no end. After half an eternity, the biggest pressure had subsided, but still my semen was flowing and forming a warm puddle around my dick.

During all that, Dora had been rubbing her lap on the armrest, and now she was moving her pelvis ever faster fore and back, panting heavily. I pulled my cock from her cleavage, my cum flowing from her imposing bosom in wide streams. That was the moment that she came as well. She was still grabbing her massive breasts and was shaking all over. I staggered backwards, sank to my knees and put the camera on the bed. Dora reared up one more time, then her tremors of pleasure subsided and she sank forward. With one hand she braced herself on the armrest, the other she ran through my hair and pulled me to her. Her heavy heaving breast swung forward and fell with a slapping sound on my shoulder. I kissed her passionately, placed my hands on her wet, cum-splashed tits and rubbed in with relish the warm juice into her big breasts. Her nipples were still erect, and Dora started to purr like a kitten.

"Awesome.", she sighed. "We should do that every day."
"With pleasure.", I replied with a smile: "But maybe we should have some oysters in between."
We lay awake for a long time that night. I told Dora how nervous she had made me on our first meeting in her short nightgown and how hard it had been for me to concentrate on our game of cards. I even confessed that I had had an orgasm the first time she allowed me to touch her naked breasts. Dora teased me a little, but I saw she felt pleased and flattered by my confession. She snuggled close to me and asked for more and more details, until we finally fell asleep.

 

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Part 7: A curvy road

Next morning - we had just finished our coffee - the doorbell rang. It was Uncle Emil. He had had business in the city and decided to see if we had arrived safely. Dora told him about our problems with the luggage and Uncle Emil offered for us to stay with him at his house in the country while we were waiting for our stuff. He would provide us with all the necessities. Until then, we could use all the clothes he had here in the flat. Dora, who was only wearing a wide bath robe this early in the morning, used this opportunity to return to the bedroom and hide the pornos that were still laying around back in the nightstand. When she returned to the small kitchen, she was wearing an old t-shirt with a round neckline and an inconspicuous, wide blazer.

Uncle Emil took us to his car and we took the back seats. We cruised through the city for a while and Emil showed us the placed of interest and lead us to some good but inexpensive restaurants. Shortly before we reached the highway ramp, Uncle Emil stopped at a gas station to fill up. Dora also got out and told us she wanted to take the chance to visit the restroom. Filling up on gas and paying didn't take long and soon Uncle Emil was behind the wheel again. Dora wasn't back yet, and because a line was already forming behind us, Emil drove the car to the side to clear the way.

We waited for another two or three minutes until Dora finally got back from the restroom. She had taken of the wide blazer and walked with a spring in her step. Her big breasts were bouncing up and down under the t-shirt and I noticed to my astonishment that for the first time since I had met her, Dora wasn't wearing a bra.

She opened the back door and took her place next to me. "Sorry for taking so long. There was a crowd in there, you might think this isn't only the last gas station before the Autobahn, but also the last WC for a long time.", she laughed cheerfully and laboriously worked at fixing the safety belt. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked doing that. The undies and tops Dora usually wore were more of a type to conceal her impressive bust than to emphasize it. But now, without a bra to keep her huge heavy breasts in check, the gigantic expanse of her enormous boobs were unmistakable.

The more than well filled fabric was billowing out from her ample curves like a sail at high winds and was in constant motion. The gigantic jugs swung merrily from side to side and attracted my eyes like magnets. Uncle Emil as well couldn't escape the appeal of this view and surreptitiously tried to catch a glimpse of Dora's monumental tits in the rear view mirror. The thin t-shirt stretched tightly over the fat globes, but was still wide enough so that the deep neckline showed a more than generous insight into the alluring valley between Dora's well developed young breasts. Also the old shirt had been washed so many times that it allowed her dark areolas to shimmer through the faded texture. But the cherry on top of this display of buxom femininity was the broad safety belt that clung tightly to Dora's body, crushing the monumental breasts together and pushing them upwards, like it had specifically been designed for this task.

For quite some time we sat in silence and I couldn't keep my eyes from this view. Uncle Emil as well didn't show any intent to continue driving; he was continually staring at Dora's stupendously large breasts in the mirror.
"Well, I'm fine to go.", Dora said with an air of complete innocence and broke the spell. The whole car seemed to steam with testosterone and Emil and I blushed like little schoolboys.

Soon we were on the road again, and Dora used the time to relay all the recent family news. To drown out the car's noise, she loosened the belt around her shoulder slightly and leaned forward to Emil. The t-shirt, still kept tight by the hip belt, distended greatly under this move and the fabric was stretched to the point of tearing by her remarkably ample forms. The round neckline dropped down about a hand's width and when Dora finally let go of the shoulder belt and it tightened its pull, the broad strap pushed together those enormous breasts even more, and lifted the voluminous tits out of the neckline. On top of that the road was in a miserable state and the jolting of the car send constant waves of movement through Dora's glorious jugs. These bombastic udders shook and trembled with every bump in the road and the tight-fitting shirt reminded me of a shopping bag with two overripe melons bouncing plump and heavy. The tight belt dug always deeper into the impressive cleft of her full bust and you couldn't fail to notice the Uncle Emil had a hard time concentrating on the road. Ever so often he took a glance of those monstrous breasts in the mirror, and once when Dora peered out of the window, he kept staring so blatantly at Dora's fat, bulging tits that he lost the track and only the honking of the car behind us called him back to reality.

 

[groffi]

Part 8: Small balls and big globes

After about one hour of driving, we managed to reach our destination, miraculously without any accident. Uncle Emil took us on a tour of the house and showed us how to get to the garden via the back porch. Next to the house was a ping-pong table, and Dora suddenly felt like a match. I was rather exhausted after the voyage and last night's action and didn't really feel like it. So Uncle Emil had to take my place. She chose a paddle and the game was on.

I closed my eyes and started to drowse. At some point, the activity ebbed and I saw Uncle Emil pass me with a red face. He seemed to be in quite a hurry, and held his torso slightly twisted so he had his back to me in passing.
I went over to Dora and asked who'd won the match.
"Me of course." Dora replied, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And what's up with Uncle Emil? When he passed me, he looked like he was having a heat stroke."
"I might have confused the poor man a little too much, I fear. He wasn't capable of concentrating, just like you at our game of cards back then.", Dora responded with an impish grin. "You want to take his place?"
I had gotten curious and took up one of the paddles.

"I have first service.", Dora declared and took the ball. Her face changed to the relaxed tones of a professional player, she leaned far forward and focused completely on the net. The generous round neckline of her t-shirt hung low and revealed the vista of her gigantic hanging breasts. Dora took her time, twirled the bat behind the ball, as if looking for the perfect angle to serve. Her huge tits swung enticingly from side to side and drew my eyes. That was the moment Dora had been waiting for. The ball passed the net, bounced on my side and landed behind me on the grass. I had been so flabbergasted that I hadn't even raised my paddle.

"One zero", Dora declared and couldn't keep the grin from her face. At the second service she repeated this act, and again leaned so far forward that her full heavy jugs were clearly visible through the thin shirt, dangling with every move. This time she didn't look at the net, but held the ball in a taxing gaze. "Strange.", she remarked. "I haven't played for some time, I but thought my balls were a lot bigger." To emphasize this statement, she leaned forward even more, until her softly swaying breasts were only centimeters above the edge of the table. Abruptly, she raised her head and looked into my eyes. As our eyes met, she served. This time I did at least hit the ball, but I returned so clumsily that it was caught by the net.
"Two zero. Your service." Dora grinned broadly.

I took up the ball, got into service position and avoided looking at Dora. I was about to serve when Dora put down her paddle and interrupted. "One second. My shirt is askew." I turned my head and involuntarily looked at her. Doro had taken the hands to her back and was pulling down the hem of her shirt. Her immense tits bulged massively under the shirt. The full udders swung ponderously in time with her motions, and I would have loved to rush to her and bury my face in her overdeveloped curves.

"Perhaps I should tuck the shirt into the pants.", she pondered, raised the t-shirt a little and with an innocent face opened the topmost buttons of her short cut-off jeans. Her white panties peeked out and formed a nice contrast to the slightly tanned skin of her flat tummy. "When the balls are about to go faster, this might be more comfortable.", she added businesslike.
She pulled the neckline way down over her bombastic boobs, started to cram the shirt deep into the trousers and closed the buttons again. Then, as if to test the results, she did a few little jumps. Her heavy jugs followed the movement, and with every bounce the enormous tits were coaxed out of the neck. Because it was still not wide enough to allow the massive breasts to fall back again, her ample boobage was soon spilling out of the t-shirt up to the nipples. She paused to take a scrutinizing look at her impressive cleavage and used her fingertip to test the hemline of the shirt that was sitting skin-tight over her formidable bust and showing almost two thirds of her gigantic boobs. She gyrated her hips, slowly and tantalizingly shook her full breasts and declared her satisfaction: "Fits like a glove. Carry on!" The stupendous tits strained the fabric impressively and my erect cock sat painfully in my tight trousers. Of course I missed my service.

Thus the game went on, and soon Dora was in the lead six zero. The most of my balls went off or landed in the net. Dora invented all kinds of new distracting maneuvers, and even when I managed to pull off some longer exchanges, Dora instantly changed her strategy and demonstrated that she really could play, driving the balls skillfully from one corner to the other. To counter this tactic I would have had to move a lot faster than my hard wood and tight jeans allowed.

Finally, more by luck than by skill, I managed to return a slow ball so that it bounced off from Dora's paddle and fell down into the grass. Dora looked at her bat in surprise, ran a testing finger over the laminated surface and furrowed her brow. Then she lifted the bat and rubbed the rough rubbery surface on her plump breast. She acted in such a casual way that it appeared she only wanted to dry the paddle on her shirt. But the effect was tremendous. Her fabulous boobs were lifted by the rubbing motion and shaken from side to side. Her deep cleavage spilled full and firm from under the paddle. She took her time and painstakingly continued her task. When she finally lowered the paddle and expressed her satisfaction with its state, her nipples were hard and poking pertly through the fabric.

"And this was the act you put up for Uncle Emil?", I asked with a small pang of jealousy.
"Only the part with the service. I'm still practicing.", Dora replied.
"She should go pro. TV ratings would skyrocket."
"And you should wear wider pants. You're lacking room to move.", she countered glibly and pointed to the conspicuous bulge in my shorts. "Or is that your spare bat, that you only get out for important matches?"
"Don't overdo it." I advised her teasingly. "I might get the idea that this is an important match."
"You're too far behind", Dora declared triumphantly.
"No surprise, with all your distractions.", I defended myself.
"You are much too nervous", Dora chided me. "Imagine your opponent naked. It helps at exams, too."
"I don't think it would help here." "Try it." I'll pass.", I fended her off with smile.
"Well, if you are too distracted to imagine, I have a solution for that.", she said and stepped around the table. She was slowly raising her t-shirt and revealed her full plump breasts. The fat tits swung with each step enticingly from side to side, and I saw her fat erect nipples pointing forward.

"If you are getting too hot from the game, we could refresh by hosing down with the garden hose." She had stepped up close to me and stroke provocatively with both hands over her big breasts. "Would you like hosing me down?", she breathed into my ear with a sexy voice, grabbed between my legs with her left hand and took a hold of my stiff boner.
"How could I refuse. You seem to have a hold on me.", I replied.
"You don't like it?"
"I do. A lot. You have no idea how hot you are making me."
"But?", Dora insisted, noticing my hesitation.
"You are changed.", I continued. "I almost don't recognize you. Don't get me wrong. In a way, I like it. But is also frightens me a bit."

Dora let go of my penis and looked into my eyes.
"I didn't mean to.", she replied. "But I guess you are right when you say that I have changed. You know, the last two days were like a revelation. I've always liked my big breasts, but at the same time I have been ashamed of them. I guess that was rather stupid. But the way the people often stared at my boobs... it felt like they were disgusted. I didn't realize in the slightest how much fascination these things exude and how much attraction I exert on some men. Do you know how happy I was when you so candidly talked about our first meeting? And that you had had an orgasm the first time you touched my breasts... honestly I found that as hot as it was romantic. I'm sorry if I have gone too far."

"I love you.", she went on. "And thanks to you I finally have the self-esteem to truly enjoy my femininity."
She took a small item from her pocket. "Look, I bought that especially for us at the gas station, so we don't have to wait any longer." She took my hand and placed two condoms in it. Then she kissed me tenderly and pushed me towards the little wooden shed at the other end of the garden. "Trust me.", she said. "I think we will have a lot of fun together."

 

[groffi]

Part 9: Total transparancy

It only took a few steps to cross the lawn to get to the door of the small garden shed. Inside, it was broiling hot. The air was stuffy and in the dim light I could recognize a small table with some boards, cutlery and other kitchen utensils. I pulled Dora's t-shirt over her head and revealed her big dangling breasts. In no time at all I got rid of my clothes and put on the rubber. In the meantime, Dora had removed her panties, stood before me leaning over the small table and offered me her firm round butt. I closed in on her and without warning entered her with a quick push. Dora moaned lustfully and greedily pushed her pelvis against me. I took her with quick hard thrusts and soon our bodies were glistening with sweat, shining in the warm light that seeped through the curtains on the window.

I pushed the kitchen items aside and pressed Dora's torso forward until her big swaying breasts rubbed on the untreated tabletop. The touch of the hard wood instantly showed results. Her breath got faster and her fat nipples rose boldly. Dumbstruck I watched how Dora pressed her mighty jugs onto the raw planks and with a moan slipped her sensitive nips over the rough surface.

I was about to grab her immense tits with my hands when my eyes fell on an opened roll of clear plastic wrap. I reached for the roll and removed a generous meter of the clear film. Dora was totally immersed in my thrusts and only noticed my actions when I abruptly pulled her torso upwards and wrapped the film with a quick motion around her body. Surprised she looked at the tightly fitting film that was pulling together like a second skin over her voluminous breasts, pressing on the gigantic tits. I took advantage of her bafflement and wrapped the film around her a second time. This time, I went a little downwards. The transparent film strained over her glorious jugs and lifted the fat breasts until they were pushed together, spilling from the clear wrapping like two giant shining soap bubbles.

"You think you can wrap me up?", Dora protested, but I could feel that she was having fun and kept tying up her enormous breasts. Piece by piece I covered her more than pronounced bust and continuously increased the pressure on the plump tits. Dora's monumental boobs seemed to grow and grow and the full, wedged in breasts pushed upwards with each new layer.

In no time the transparent film was completely spend, now wrapped skin-tight over the gigantic bosom. I cut of the rest, pulled Dora's arms on her back and tied up her wrists with the remaining wrap. Finally I retreated from Dora, took her by the shoulders and turned her towards me. The magnificent melons pushed forward full and inviting, and where the wrap didn't reach, her gigantic boobs curved in an amazing cleavage. I took a step back, lay down on my back and pulled Dora to me on the floor, until she was kneeling above me with spread legs. I slid my cock over her wet cunt and pressed my full head between her labia. Dora gasped and rubbed her clit in eager anticipation on my hard prick. Impetuously I entered deep into her and started to pump. The wedged bosom trembled and shook like a gigantic jello in the tight wrap and I saw the weight of the big jugs pull on the thin film.
Suddenly the door opened and a broad beam of light lit the room.

Uncle Emil stood in the doorway and stared in stunned bewilderment at this unexpected scene. His gaze wandered in disbelief over Dora's naked body and finally settled on her tightly tied up breasts. It crossed my mind to use my hands to protect the view to Dora's full boobs, but I quickly recognized this notion as very inappropriate and ambiguous in this this already awkward and embarrassing situation. Dora herself, with her hands tied on her back, couldn't do anything to hide her ample breasts and so her fat udders were presented in all their glory within Uncle Emil's reach.

An eternity seemed to pass without a single word spoken or any of us three making a move.
"I apologize.", Emil finally managed to stammer. "I didn't know you were in here."
The redness was rising in his face and his cock rose visibly in his thin linen trousers. "I just wanted...", he started again without dropping the gaze from Dora's gigantic breasts. "I just wanted to get the plastic wrap.", he added sheepishly and clumsily tried to hide his erection with his hand. "I fear we used it up.", Dora gasped breathlessly and lowered her eyes to her phenomenal tits heaving under the transparent wrapping.

"You can have it back.", she eventually added with a challenging smile. "But I can't help you get it. You would have to unwrap it yourself.", she continued seductively and pointed with her head to her hands, tied behind her back.
"I'm your uncle.", Emil replied completely perplexed.
"You merely were the husband of my aunt.", Dora corrected him. "Besides, it is your wrap. If you need it, come and get it.", she continued and invitingly presented Emil with her big full breasts.

By now his boner had reached its full impressive size and Dora turned her gaze to the big bulge in the trousers.
Uncle Emil remained undecided in the doorway and gave me a helpless look. But before he could respond, I heard Dora say: "Don't worry about him. I can feel he doesn't disapprove." As if to emphasize that claim, she started to gyrate her pelvis and continued to ride me, slow and suggestively. There was nothing to add. The scene was filled with a thrilling erotic tension, the magic of the moment wiped away all doubts. I was neither angry nor jealous about Dora's shameless conduct. Quite to opposite. Her tantalizing behavior had made me randy as a goat and the idea of Uncle Emil taking his turn on Dora's sexy breasts before my very eyes exited me even more. I started to hump Dora with soft thrusts and nodded an invitation to Uncle Emil.

 

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Part 9b Two can play this game

Self-consciously Uncle Emil approached us and carefully reached out for the huge udders. Dora's breasts bobbed slowly up and down and it took quite some time until Uncle Emil found the start of the film. With trembling fingers, he loosened the wrap from Dora's massive boobs and revealed layer by layer these gigantic tits. Dora gasped and moaned and went completely wild. It was impossible to not notice how much she enjoyed being tied up and fully at the mercy of two men touching her. She had put her head back and with closed eyes she started to ride me harder and harder. Her bold heavy jugs started to shake wildly and pull on the thin film.

I saw Uncle Emil staring greedily at these monumental breasts and involuntarily grabbing his hard cock with his right hand. Driven by overwhelming lust I thrust harder and without conscious thought I heard myself tell Emil: "How about you unpack, too?" As soon as the words faded away, it was as if a dam broke and the last remnants of reserve where washed away. Dora paused in her wild ride. Her eyes were gleaming with lust and desire, gasping for air she licked her lips with her tongue.

"Do it. Show me your big cock.", she moaned and curiously cast a glance at the impressive bulge in Uncle Emil's pants.
Quickly, Emil opened the buttons and dropped his trousers. His hard boner jumped out like a jack-in-a-box, standing fully erect and upright. His fat helmet was swollen and on the tip the first droplets of semen were spilling out. Dora stared in fascination at this unfamiliar penis and when Uncle Emil started to jerk with practiced movements right in front of her, she alluringly opened her mouth and look seductively up at Emil. She leaned slightly backwards and presented her considerable bosom in a tantalizing pose.

I squeezed my hand into the bottom of the enticing cleft of her wedged-up breasts and slid my fingers up and down between the big melons. The fat tits had swelled noticeable under the tight warm cover and the substantial fullness of her massive boobs pressed for freedom more intense than ever.
Uncle Emil's eyes almost popped from his head. He increased the tempo of his jerking and it was obvious how much he would have loved to reach out for those big swinging breasts. With a quick yank I removed the last remains of the wrap. The immense jugs swung forward and swayed invitingly over me.

"Get them. They're yours.", I prompted Emil and let my hands glide down to Dora's thighs. Emil came closer and greedily reached for the heavy dangling udders. He buried his hands deep into the ponderous breasts and started to sensually knead the monstrous tits. Dora moaned loudly and I felt a powerful orgasm running through her body. The ecstatic waves seemed without end and her wet cunt contracted tightly while she continued her wild ride. The waves of excitement spread over to me and drove me away.

I saw Uncle Emil's erect dick only centimeters from Dora's face, saw his hands mauling her ample boobs and I threw the last inhibitions overboard. I took Dora by the hips and imperceptibly directed her closer until the tip of Emil's cock softly touched her wet lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth and at the same time I thrust hard. Her lips engulfed the full helmet and frantic with lust I observed her taking the stiff boner into her mouth. There was no going back now. Her lips encroached forward bit by bit and she started to suck and lick with intense pleasure. I increased the tempo and the rhythm of my movements was transmitted in a breathtaking way to Dora and Uncle Emil. The faster I banged Dora, the faster her full lips slid over the hard penis. Our bodies seemed to fuse and the orgiastic frenzy made my juices spill over at last. Moaning I reared up and discharged convulsing into Dora's abdomen.

Depleted, I sank back. Emil's stiff rod slipped from Dora's lips with a smacking sound and stood throbbing before her. Eyes half closed, Dora looked up at Emil and panted: "Now it's your turn." She licked her lips enticingly, pulled her shoulders back and seductively offered him her gigantic boobies.
As if by command Emil stepped forward and started to jerk his hard member over the fat tits. Dora's lips opened expectantly. With a look she pointed at her big breasts and whispered softly: "Cum on my tits, Uncle Emil."

Emil groaned. I saw his balls contract and at this very moment the first salvo landed splashing on the enormous breasts. Dora screamed, overwhelmed with lust. She pressed her pelvis hard at me and my dick, still stiff and hard, slipped deeply into her wet pussy. Her heavy breasts swung up and down and bewildered I watched Dora continue to ride me with her hands tied, while Uncle Emil unloaded his cum in quick thrusts on her big bouncing boobs. Enticed by this sexy picture, I again started to pump and with hard thrusts I drove her onward, until she came again.

Completely spend, we gasped for air. Uncle Emil has gone to his knees next to us and silently watched me remove the wrap from Dora's wrists. An awkward silence fell in the small shed and with the ebbing of our arousal, the first pangs of doubt started to appear. We had gone for each other like animals. We had definitely passed a line and entered unknown territory. Had we gone too far with that? And if so, what would the consequences be?
Covered in sweat we sat next to each other on the floor, none of us knew what to say. In the end it was Dora who found the right words. "That was nice, and I don't want to have to regret it.", she declared resolutely.
"We cannot reverse this little escapade, so we should keep it as our secret and a great memory.", she continued and with a smile added: "And now that we know each other so intimately, I can now at least take a topless sunbath in the garden."

 

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Part 10: Jeepers, creepers and peepers

The next two days were so relaxed and harmonic, that we tacitly decided to extend our stay with Uncle Emil and only return to the city at a later date. We spend most of the time outside in the garden or took long walks, and nothing seemed to indicate that something extraordinary had happened between us. Uncle Emil was very deferential and Dora also showed a cautious and modest behavior. With an almost guilty conduct she avoided overly revealing outfits and, to my great regret, also refrained from sunbathing topless in the garden.
Despite all that, there was an erotic sizzle in the air all the time and the deceptive calm couldn't hide the sexual tension that was building between us.

The tantalizing images of our moment in the garden shed still coursed through my mind and even if I felt a tang of jealousy each time, I had to admit that the idea of Dora in her role as a sex-crazed nymphomaniac excited me beyond all measures. The notion to carry this unrestrained game to the extremes captured my imagination and soon the burning desire to continue our little adventure had taken complete hold of me. I developed ever more daring day dreams and eagerly envisioned me and Uncle Emil assaulting Dora to do her right and proper.

In spite of my rising desire, I didn't dare to raise this topic. Dora's renewed reluctance irritated me and I didn't doubt that she would be offended by a lewd proposal. Disheartened, I hid my salacious thoughts and decided to wait for time to take its course. My patience was sorely tried and only by a lucky chance it was that on the afternoon of our third day the things went into a convenient direction. Uncle Emil had gone to the city for shopping and Dora had settled down on a lounger in the garden, half drowsing in the warm sun.

"Didn't you plan to sun topless?", I asked impishly as I joined her outside. "The neighbors are a little too attentive for my tastes to do that.", Dora replied. I turned around and looked at the adjacent property. Directly behind the hedge was an elderly man with sunglasses and pruning shears, taking clandestine glances at us.
"Perhaps you're right.", I responded with a chuckle. "It's enough two see you drive two men mad."
"I didn't do anything.", Dora disagreed with an innocent face. "My hands were tied."
"Not only your hands.", I replied quickly, lowered my longing eyes to Dora's big bosom and recalled the sight of her tightly bound breasts.
"You're fixated on these things.", Dora sighed exaggeratedly and rolled her eyes in amusement.
"I'm definitely not the only one.", I stated as my defense.
"I couldn't fail to notice.", Dora replied with obvious contentment. "The way you two pounced on me."
My boner had achieved maximum hardness by now and with a naughty grin I quoted Dora's own words to her: "That was nice, and I don't want to have to regret it."

"Don't tell me our little exercise has made you hot.", Dora teased.
"Mhm.", I admitted freely. "Hot for more."
"What do you mean?", Dora asked quietly and looked at me in challenge. Emboldened by the risqué tone of the conversation, I pushed on.
"I mean, surely there won't be many opportunities of this kind, and the three of us should savor the time to the fullest.", I replied brazenly.
"To the fullest?", Dora asked in a husky voice and left no doubt she started to enjoy the idea.
"Why not?", I responded honestly. "Or do you believe Uncle Emil would refuse?"
"I cannot imagine that.", Dora answered pertly. "Not with his preferences, and not with my arguments.", she added with a pleased smile and started to loll sexily on the couch. The prospect of a hot threesome seemed to have stirred her blood, and her hard nipples poked tellingly through the cloth.

Admittedly I was rather surprised how easy it had been to convince Dora about my plans, and for better or worse I had to concede that I had misjudged her in this regard. Her obvious interest exceeded my boldest expectations and I almost regretted not having talked to her about my sexual phantasies earlier.
"You may be right.", I said chuckling. "But it won't be as easy as the first time to bring Uncle Emil out of his shell."
"You don't say." Dora replied flippantly. "I wouldn't be so sure of that."
"Forget it.", I said dismissively. "Uncle Emil might have slipped once. But he's just too decent. If he didn't happen to enter the shed accidentally..."

"You want to bet on that?", Dora interrupted me with a hot smile. A sexy gleam was in her eyes and the lust for adventure was written clearly on her face. "I bet you, it won't take me three minutes to drive both of you insane.", she declare with full confidence.
"What degree of insanity?", I probed inquisitively.
"So insane that you cannot keep your hands off my poor little self.", Dora replied and offered me a wicked grin. The thrill of anticipation was obvious on her face and I didn't doubt for a second that she would again succeed in seducing Uncle Emil. Expectantly I looked at her, fearing to imagine what she planned to turn both our heads.
"So what is it? Are you taking the bet, or would you like a small sample first?", I heard Dora ask. Before I could respond, she sat up and pulled the shoulder straps of her bikini top down. She leaned forward, fished for the sun creme and distributed several squirts on her ample cleavage.

The neighbor was only a dozen meters away and continued to pretend to be hard at work. When he noticed that Dora was about to oil up her fat tits, he retreated further into the shadows of the hedge and pried inconspicuously through the branches at Dora. She didn't take any note of him and as cool as ice started to spread the sun blocker across her big breasts. Clearly she had acquired a taste for trying out her seductive arts and I had to admit freely that her sexy activities didn't fail to achieve their goals. Fascinated I watched how she slid her slender hands in circular motions from her collarbones downward, rubbing the creme carefully into her big jugs. The amount of sensuality and eroticism of this seemingly harmless action was unbelievable, and the fact that we had a secret audience made the situation even hotter. Dora's hand had gotten ever lower and her fingertips softly touched the hem of her top.

"More?", she asked softly and looked encouragingly at me. I nodded in agreement and Dora pushed her thumb under the fabric of the bikini and slowly pulled down the top.
Her full breasts glistened wetly in the sunlight, her dark areolas had contracted in excitement. Dora took a testing look at her hard teats and reached for the bottle once more. She dripped a vast amount of sun creme into her left hand, set the tube aside and spread the creme between her hands. Doing this she pushed her massive boobs together, ostensibly completely without intent, and jiggled her imposing bust from side to side in a most impressive manner.

My dick throbbing, I watched Dora taking her hands in slo-mo towards her ample breasts from beneath. Carefully she placed the wet fingers on her fat tits and started to knead the sexy juggernauts just below the nipples. The full breasts rested heavily in her hands and every time she tightened her grip, the soft skin spilled with a wet squishing sound through her fingers.

She closed her eyes in relish, arced her back up and pulled the shoulders in a graceful motion backwards. The gigantic bust protruded forward and the pert nips rose up like two rosy raspberries in the warm sunlight. Dora put the hands at her ribs and let her oily fingers explore the sides of her magnificent boobs. She sensually pressed her huge tits together and offered the full breasts invitingly to me. With an enticing smile she pointed at my shorts that were straining over my hard cock and then she leaned forward.

She cupped her full jugs, pulled the heavy boobs apart with a suggestive smile and for a short moment presented me with the deep inviting valley between her huge udders. This sensual gesture looked as if she was ready to take a huge cock right between her full breasts, and I watched in awe this captivating action. Dora had tilted her head back, clutched her massive tits in a tight grip and started to move the voluminous breasts slowly up and down on her torso. The association that this motion called up was more than obvious. My heart was pounding like mad, and I could hardly control myself. My gaze wandered unashamedly over the ample udders and almost I had jumped up to sink my hard rod between her mountainous breasts. A telltale rustle held me back and reminded me of the neighbor's presence, who was still in his holdout behind the hedge and staring at us in sheer bewilderment.

"How much time do I have left?", I heard Dora ask innocently, and immediately I remembered the bet. The wanton display and her obvious desire for further licentious debaucheries excited me beyond all measures. If Dora didn't show any restraint in the presence of a peeping neighbor, how far was she willing to go when we continued our obscene games with Uncle Emil? The mere thought send a warm shiver through my body and I whispered with dry lips: "Ok. You won. The bet is on."
"Deal.", Dora whispered and send an auspicious look at the remarkable bulge in my trousers. "The winner gets a free wish."

 

[groffi]

Part 11: Like a thief in the night

On this evening, Emil returned very late from the city. He seemed very exhausted and retired to his room directly after dinner. The last days had been very trying, he explained with an apologizing smile and suggest for us to go to bed early as well.

He wasn't wrong with that advice. The last days really had been eventful and the summer heat had taken its toll on us and made us drowsy. For better or worse we followed his example and because neither of us felt like reading, we doused the light and cozied up in the bed.

I was just about to fall asleep when I was rudely awakened by a strange noise. Anxiously I listened into the darkness and heard someone soft-footedly sneaking through the house. Quickly I got out of the bed and peered through the ajar door into the corridor. Gradually my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I recognized a dark figure silently fumbling down the stairs. It was Emil. I couldn't even imagine why he was creeping like a thief through his own house at this late hour. Dora had now also woken up and rose sleepily in the bed.

"Who's this?", she whispered inquisitively.
"Emil", I answered softly.
"You sure?", she asked puzzled.
"I think so.", I gave back.
At this very moment we heard muffled voices from the living room.

"We should take a look.", Dora decided and slipped on her dark nightgown.
Tiptoeing down the narrow stairway, we reached the hallway without being noticed. Through the ajar door to the living room soft moaning sounds could be heard, and nosily we drew closer. Carefully Dora opened the door just slightly and peeked cautiously inside.
Emil was sitting on the couch with his back to the door, staring enraptured at the TV screen.

"Respectable Uncle Emil.", Dora whispered with a grin. "During the day the honorable gentleman, and at night he's watching porn."
"Let him have his fun.", I whispered back. "Come on. Let's go back upstairs."
"A moment.", Dora said softly. "I want to see what it is he's watching. Big boobs porn?"
Carefully she used the handle to pull to door open wider. The door swung aside without a sound and revealed the view to the TV. There wasn"t much to see on the screen. The device was standing at an unfortunate angle and we could only guess at the action of the movie.

It was a striptease video apparently. And of course it was about big boobs. The image was showing the torso of a big-breasted young woman, just getting rid of her blouse. Getting curious, I put my head forward. The camera was pointed directly at the impressive bust line, and followed in close-ups the nimble fingers opening the buttons. Soon the thin shirt was only closed with a single button in the middle. The massive bosom pulled at the blouse, and suddenly the fabric slipped away completely and revealed the enormous breasts.

Then it happened. I noticed Emil flinching, heard the telltale creak of wood and at the same time the screen flickered and went dark. Instantly it turned pitch black in the whole room. Emil must have noticed us. Apparently he had turned off the TV and remained motionless on the couch. Quick as lightning I withdrew my head and receded stealthily behind the door. I was about to call for our retreat when a voice disrupted the breathless silence.

"You don't like it?", I heard Dora ask. Stunned I whipped round to Dora and stared at her. No chance for an unnoticed retreat now. There was no way the question couldn't have been heard and I just couldn't believe that she had directly addressed Emil. But before I got a chance to react, a second voice came from the living room.
"I do. You can't imagine how horny you make me." My own voice.

I had almost laughed out loud. It was plain as daylight. Emil must have been in his flat during the day, to look after things. By pure stupid chance he had found our video. I couldn't blame him for falling for the temptation of keeping the recordings at least for some time.
"Bugger me.", Dora hissed in shock and turned to me. "That's our video."
"Yes, and it is still running. That's the point where I dropped the camera.' I replied in a low voice.
"I shouldn't have left the camera in the bedroom", Dora whispered angrily.
"Now it's too late. Let's disappear."
"Wait.", Dora hissed between closed lips. "Surely he will be watching the rest of the video."
"And what are you going to do?", I replied without a clue.
"I'll be watching him, of course.", Dora whispered. "Equal rights for all!"

 

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Part 11b: Inside out

She took my hand and pulled me on tiptoes back through the hallway. Cautiously she opened the front door and we sneaked through the wet grass to the other side of the house. Carefully we approached the porch and peeked inside through the big window. The view was a lot better from this vantage point. I went down on my knees next to Dora and looked over the window sill.

The tape had now reached the point where we had continue filming and was closing in on its furious finale. Dora sat astride on the armrest of the big chair. She held her right breast high with both hands and circled the nipples with the tip of her tongue. Again, the sight was breathtaking. Eagerly I watched Dora slip the hardened sucker between her full lips and suck with open lust on her fat teat.
Emil, too, was riveted to the tantalizing action on the screen. He sat with open pants on the couch and masturbated. The unexpected opportunity to observe Dora's curves unashamedly seemed to make him quite delirious. His fat prick had reached an impressive size and the full helmet was swollen massively.

"He's jacking off.", Dora seemed surprised.
"What did you think he would do?", I replied grinning.
"That was not what this video was meant for.", Dora grumbled softly.
"Oh, I do hope it wasn't.", I whispered and put a conciliating hand on her shoulder. Agitated, Dora watched her own big breasts on the screen. Just now she had lifted her full udders and presented them invitingly to the camera. The gesture was unmistakable, even without sound, and I remembered with a warm shudder how Dora had commanded me to come between her enormous breasts on that night.

Stirred by this befuddling scene, Emil had leaned forward. His movements got faster and faster and he was staring lecherously at those overwhelming curves.
"Darn me." Dora whispered. "He's complete over the moon."
"No surprise. With his preferences and your arguments.", I impishly used her own words.
"And until now I had really thought the thing in the shed had been a lapse.", Dora replied shaking her head.
"Until now?", I asked in surprise. "And what about your bet?"
"It was just a joke.", Dora whispered.
"You're sure?", I asked and slipped my hand from behind onto her large breast. The heavy jugs started swaying softly under the dark nightie and I felt her erect nipples rubbing on my palm.

"Four hands touching you at once.", I whispered seductively and twisted her hard nips tenderly with my fingers. "Strange lips exploring and caressing your body. A second mouth sucking on your beautiful big breasts."
"That's unfair.", Dora protested panting.
"I totally agree.", I responded and pointed with a nod at the screen in the living room. "We are at the scene with the hiker."

The TV showed a quick camera move, the twitchy clip moved searchingly through the room and finally the image got back into focus. The recordings were a little shaky, but that didn't reduce the effect of these images. In a breathtaking close-up, Dora's gargantuan boobage appeared on the screen. The tightly pressed up breasts seemed to spill out of the TV and the sight of my pumping cock, moving back and forth larger than live between these fat tits, capped it all off.
Emil had gotten up and was now standing halfway between couch and TV. His hard rod glistened wetly in the flickering light from the screen. With growing interest Dora followed this hot scene. Her full boobs rose and fell tellingly under the thin nightshirt and I saw she had one hand between her thighs.

"Does that turn you on.", I asked and kissed her neck with my tongue.
"Somehow it does.", Dora confessed honestly. "Do you really want to share me.", she asked quietly.
"I'm not sharing you", I replied with certainty. "We are experiencing joined pleasures. But it is on you to decide."
"Then we do it, now.", Dora replied and turned her head towards me.
"Do what?", I replied perplexed and couldn't believe my ears.
"Experience pleasures.", Dora whispered. "I want to feel you in me. But you have to pull out before you come.", she added quietly.

I nodded silently and carefully went into position behind Dora. Nimbly I pulled down my shorts and pushed her nightshirt upwards over her ass. My cock was pulsating with excitement as I pushed her soft vulva lips aside with my cock tip. Cautiously I pushed ahead. With a soft moan, Dora accepted my full helmet into her tight snatch and pushed her pelvis towards me expectantly. I felt the skin on my shaft tighten and suddenly the heat of her loins hit me fully. It was the first time we didn't use a rubber.

The immediate touch and the sight of the hot video almost took my breath away. Without taking my eyes off the screen I tore the nightshirt over Dora's immense boobs and put my hand on her plump naked breasts. Dora moaned with pleasure. The ecstatic scenes in the living room were adding to her excitement and from the corner of my eyes I saw her arm close in on her magnificent bosom. With soft pressure she pushed her fingers between her large jugs and slipped the hand up and down between her full breasts. Frantic with lust I watched Dora treat her own tits and buried my hands greedily in the exuberant fullness of her big boobies. The giant breasts rested heavily in my hand and I felt the full udders rub on Dora's slender forearm. Furiously I started to maul and massage these massive hooters even harder.

Dora moaned, overcome with lust. A tremor ran through her body and I felt liquid hotness pour from her. The waves of excitement found no end and by a hair's breadth I would have joined her. Emil, too, seemed to be just before his orgasm. Now he stood directly in front of the TV. His knees trembled and his stiff cock was pointing directly at Dora's pronounced boobs. With a fevered look he tracked the movements of my pumping cock between Dora's pushed up tits, and when I came between her large breasts, passion seemed to overwhelm him.

Dora was out of her senses and pressed her pelvis even closer to me. Aroused she watched Emil treating his hard penis, while reaching for the remote. Quickly he rewound the tape a little bit and hit play again only a few seconds later. Again the pictures of our hot tit fuck flickered over the screen. Emil masturbated harder now. Mesmerized he stared at the monumental breasts and appeared to control himself only with a lot of effort. After a few moments, the video was again at the same point and this time Emil gave up all restraint. In the instant I shot my first load on Dora's tits, he too came with amazing vehemence. Splash by splash his hot juice squirted from him and slowly dripped down the screen.

The exuberant passion of Emil spreading his semen on the big breasts pushed Dora over the edge. Spurred on by this lewd sight she rose up again and I felt her wet cunt tighten. Completely exhausted, she sank down. Her ample breasts rubbed over the cool stone floor and I heard her gasp with trembling lips: "The bet is on. Let's play."

 

[groffi]

Part 12: A treat before bed

While Emil was busying himself with removing all incriminating traces in the living room, we softly sneaked back through the garden to the front side of the house. Unfortunately I had let the door fall shut and in our hurry hadn't considered that you needed a key to open it from the outside. Because we didn't want to spend all night in the garden, we had no other option than to ring the bell. Emil was very surprised when he opened the door and found us standing there in our undies.

"What are you two doing out there?", he asked confounded.
"We wanted to know what you were watching in the middle of the night.", Dora answered with a cheeky grin. Emil turned beet-red and stuttered: "You did... I'm sorry... I... " It was obvious to see that he was extremely embarrassed by this. "I really don't know what came over me.", he finally admitted abashed. "It might be for the best, if I drive you back to the city tomorrow."

"It would be for the best if you let us enter the house again until then.", Dora replied with a laugh and went past Emil into the hallway. "I don't know about you, but I'm freaked out enough to need a drink.", she encouraged. Politely we followed Dora to the living room and Emil filled three small glasses with ice-cold vodka. For a time we stood there, waiting, sipping silently on our drinks.

"How did you manage to find our video?", I finally asked to break the awkward silence. "More or less by dumb luck.", Emil replied contritely. "The camera was lying on the ground beside the bed. First I didn't even think about it. I thought it had fallen down, and I only wanted to test if it was still intact." He hesitated. "How was I to know what was on that tape?"
"But then you wanted to know even better.", I responded with a broad grin.
"It seems we weren't meant to keep anything secret among us.", Dora pondered. "First you caught us in the garden shed, now we caught you."
"And you found the magazines in my drawer.", Emil added reluctantly.
"Pure accident", I apologized.
"But a very inspiring accident.", Dora added with a smile. "After all, I haven't done anything like that before."
"Done what?", Emil was puzzled.
"Well, a..." Dora hesitated for a moment, as if looking for the fitting term, and finally continued cautiously: "A titty fuck?"

Emil almost dropped the bottle. For a moment everything went completely quiet. "Even though it seems that's what you guys are really crazy for.", Dora continued with a cheeky smile and dreamily looked towards the TV.
"Do you think we are bad, because we have made this video?", she asked after a moment.
"No, but...", Emil croaked hoarsely.
"Because I don't think you are bad for watching it.", Dora interrupted. "To be honest, I quite had fun watching you watching it."
"You're not mad at me?", Emil asked unbelieving, his eyes wandering uncertainly from her to me.
"Cannot say I am. In your place, I would have watched the tape as well.", I admitted freely.
"I take your word for that.", Dora laughed at me. "Your enthusiasm for the sex magazines was quite obvious."
She looked at Emil inquisitively and asked softly: "Are you really that hot for big breasts."
"Well, I guess I am.", Emil admitted in a small voice and looked down.

A satisfied smile crossed Dora"s face. "Maybe it would indeed be better for us to return to the city tomorrow.", she grinned. "But I am much too excited right now to go back to bed. What do you think about a little game as a farewell?"
"A game?", Emil asked puzzled and raised his eyebrows skeptically.
"Wait and see.", Dora replied with a laugh. "The price is hot."
She turned around on the spot and disappeared with quick strides into the kitchen. We heard her rummage through the cabinets. It didn't doubt for a second that Dora was about to make our bet reality right here and now, and I was eager for her return.

When she did return to the living room after a short moment, she was carrying two high-rimmed, plate-sized ceramic bowls. She placed the bowls closely to each other on the dinner table and proclaimed auspiciously: "I think you will like this game. It's a kind of eating contest."
Bewildered I examined the bowls and to my surprise found them half-filled with plain yoghurt.
Meanwhile Dora had stepped up to the table and without flourish slipped out of her nightgown. She braced her arms against the table and made her plump breasts swing right above the ceramic bowls.

"The rules are very easy.", she continued seductively and lowered her torso even more. The ample jugs dangled only centimeters above the yoghurt. "Whoever finishes first gets to keep the video."
"But of course if you don't want some melons yoghurt...", she added with a suggestive grin.
"We do. We do!", we blurted out.
"Well then. On your marks.", Dora commanded in a pleased voice and leaned forward just enough so that her nipples dropped into the cool creamy liquid. With quick nimble motions she made her ample milk cans circle above the bowls. The hard teats plowed tantalizingly through the thick liquid and when she rose again, her nipples were covered with a thin, hand-sized film. She gave us a few moments to take an extensive look at her sexy devices and finally continued: "Get set."

This time she lowered her slender torso down to the surface and plunged her full breasts deep into the ceramic bowls. Her massive tits filled the large bowls almost completely and the yoghurt spilled over with a big splash. Carefully she bobbed her chest up and down. Her gigantic bosom was lathered with the creamy liquid, and when Dora went upright again, her massive jugs were covered over and over with yoghurt. The thick white juice ran in broad streams over her protruding curves and slowly dripped from the breasts onto to table.

"Go!", Dora breathed. Even before the sound had faded, we fell upon her and started hastily to lick the sweet yoghurt from her heavy breasts. The voracious appetite with which we attacked her gloriously decorated boobs seemed to overwhelm her completely. She leaned backwards in relish, raised her breathtaking breasts towards us and didn't leave a doubt how much she enjoyed being pleasured by two men at once. Intoxicated by her passionate devotion we went even more greedily for her sexy tits, rubbed our cheeks lecherously on Dora's huge melons, slurped smackingly on her ample breasts. Soon we had finished off the last traces of yoghurt and paused to take a breath.

Surprised, Dora opened her eyes. Her nipples had turned erect and hard and goosebumps of excitement had formed on her slender arms.
She leaned back, pushed her full boobs impatiently towards us and gasped with a trembling voice: "Go on. Go on. Suck me. Lick my breasts." There was no stopping now. As if by command we fell again upon the monstrous tits and started to bite and nibble on her hard suckers. Overwhelmed, Dora reared up, grabbed our heads and pressed them firmly into her full boobs. Ecstatic we cuddled into her heaving bosom, touched the hard nipples with our tongues and snatched greedily for these fat teats.

Lustfully Dora wiggled under our boisterous treatment and slid deeper into sheer ecstacy. Moaning heavily she loosened her grip and directed our hungry mouths with soft pressure towards her sensitive buds.
Completely without restraint we took the hard nips between our lips and continued fervently to suckle on her wet udders. Dora went overboard. Her whole body was shaking and I heard her pant breathlessly. "Oh god! Don't stop. I'm coming." Before she had finished the sentence, she winced. Her body convulsed and she was swept away by the first wave of an unparalleled orgasm.

The unexpected fierceness of her eruption and the fact that Dora had climaxed from the mere caress of her gigantic breasts almost made me lose my mind. Gasping and panting we continued to suck on her full breasts and with tender bites and soft kisses we send more and more waves of pleasure through her body, until she fell back on the table, completely spend.

 

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Part 13: Developements

The rest of the summer passed in a much less spectacular way. Dora had taken on an au-pair job to improve her French language skills. Her absence stretched over the span of six weeks and with a heavy heart we had to say good-bye.
I missed Dora from the very first day, and though we wrote a ton of letters and called regularly, the wait for her return seem to take forever and a half.

The last Sunday of August was the happy day. Impatient I had arrived at the station much too early and stood waiting on the platform until finally the train from Paris turned in. It was cold and rainy and my knees were shaking in anticipation as I scanned the crowd for Dora. Suddenly, like appearing out of thin air, she stood before me. I took her into my arms and held her tight, taking in her sweet perfume, reveling in the closeness that I had been missing for oh so long. Her hair had gotten a little lighter in the summer sun and I could feel she had gained a little padding to her hips. Her body felt fantastic. I pulled her close and snuggled in to her feminine curves.

"Great you're here.", I whispered and kissed her tenderly.
"Great to be back.", Dora replied and beamed from one ear to the other.
"Your place or mine?", I asked with a wink and relieved her of her heavy backpack.
Dora answered: "First, I want to go home. I have a surprise for you."
With cheerful banter we took the tram and Dora told me eagerly about last weeks' events. Now that she was with me again, time seemed to fly. Before we could blink we arrived at Dora's parents.

Everyone was so happy to have her back home. To celebrate the day almost her whole family was present and she was welcomed with great cheer. Of course I would have rather been alone with Dora now, but the heart-felt reception put me in a conciliatory mood. I sat her bags down in the hall and put my wet jacket up for drying. Everyone talked at once. Dora had to answer a ton of questions at the same time, and hugs and kisses were exchanged as if she had been away for years. When she finally had finished the tour of everyone present and removed her raincoat, I just couldn't believe my eyes. Not only had Dora become curvier in the hips, but most notably she had increased massively in the upper regions. Her already very pronounced bosom had grown a fair amount, and my first estimation was that the size of her breasts had increased by a good third.

Dora's father also had noticed that changes and teased her cheerfully: "So Belle France send back more than we gave her. Hurray for French cuisine!" Dora rolled her eyes in feigned indignation and punched him playfully in the side. We all moved to the dining room and sat down at the large round table.
Dinner was lovingly prepared, but sorely tried my patience. Impatiently I eyed Dora and took furtive glances at her bombastic knockers, always careful not to stare too openly at her swelling curves in front of her parents. Dora's overdeveloped bosom had made me horny from the very beginning and the sizable gain of her enormous bust size made my head spin.

After the dinner she finally slipped out of her sweater as well and my eyes popped from my head. My first estimation had erred on the cautious side. Dora's chest circumference had swelled to extraordinary proportions that defied any description. Her fat tits didn't have enough room in her skimpy t-shirt and stretched the tight top so much that the thin fabric was close to tearing. Moreover her massive breasts spilled unmissable from the skin-tight cups and didn't leave any doubt that her bra was now a number of sizes too small. Stunned and speechless I stared at these mountainous mammaries. The sight of these gargantuan boobs excited me so much that I got extremely hot and I just couldn't keep my eyes from Dora's full fantastic funbags.

The hours passed, and I would have given anything to spend the rest of the night alone with Dora. To my great frustration, Dora's cousins announced they were staying overnight and Dora had to share her room. So with a heavy heart I finally took my leave.
Dora accompanied me to the door and we arranged to meet next morning. "We'll leave the surprise for tomorrow.", she whispered auspiciously and kissed me good-bye tenderly. I could find no rest this night. I kept lying awake, dreaming about Dora's breasts and trying to imagine what kind of surprise she had in store for me.

"You're on the pill?", I asked in real surprise when Dora finally told me her little secret the next day. We were sitting in the garden of a small coffee shop. Even with the slight cloud cover it was astonishingly warm and it seemed that together with Dora, summer had returned to the city.
"For almost two months now.", Dora replied. "I started taking them shortly before I left, because I wanted to see if they agreed with me at all."
"And?", I asked curious.
"Everything in the green.", Dora beamed. "Barring the side effects."
"Side effects?", I said duplicitously, already guessing the answer.
"Well, it isn't only all the French food responsible for all this.", she replied and nodded at her stupendous bosom. "The pill is also to blame for it. No idea what kind of hormones are in there, but I actually felt my breasts swelling from day to day. In the first weeks I had the impression I could watch them grow under my eyes."

"Are you worried about that?", I asked sympathetically.
"Not really.", Dora replied. "The only worrying thing is that none of my bras fit anymore. I can't even close most of them correctly. That's why I would like to start with shopping today. Do you want to join me?"

 

[groffi]

Part 14: A big haul

I agreed eagerly and soon we were on our way to the town center. Dora had since removed her jacket and walked next to me, chattering happily. The fascinating sight of Dora's spectacular naturals wobbling enticingly with every step under her tight top made my blood boil. On top of that the outlines of her much-too-small bra glinted tellingly through the thin fabric and left no doubt that even those generously tailored cups were no longer capable of containing her vast bosom.

It shouldn't surprise anyone that Dora's imposing bust inevitably drew the eyes of other males. Most of the passers-by who went our way automatically slowed down their pace and some even paused to get an as good as possible look at Dora's heavyweight champions.
For a short moment I was quite annoyed and the men who too openly stared into Dora's deep cleavage I countered with angry looks. But soon I had to admit that I in their place would have acted in just the same way and privately I started to enjoy the situation.

After a while we reached the main street. Knowing her target, Dora guided me to a clothing shop that boasted a better than usual selection of lingerie. We ambled through the aisles and examined the different types. Unfortunately it turned out that it wasn't that easy to find underwear in the proper size, but after a more thorough search Dora at least found three bras for closer inspection. I accompanied her to the fitting booths and pulled the curtains open. Dora slid in and started to change. Now at noon the store was almost empty. The saleslady stood drowsily at her register and looked out of the window, utterly bored. The opportunity was too good to pass and in an unobserved moment I followed Dora into the cabin.

I entered just in the right moment. Dora had already gotten rid of her blouse and was just about to open the hooks of her bra. Stunned I looked directly at Dora's fantastic bust. Her voluminous breasts were even bigger than I had imagined. Dora's gigantic bosom had grown to a point where it clearly overwhelmed her usual bra size. Her monstrously fat tits had massively swollen and pushed forcefully out of her much-too-small cups. Suddenly the memory of the incident with the dryer crossed my mind and I couldn't believe this bra had fit her just a few months ago.

When she finally slipped out of her tight bra, the true magnitude of this unexpected growth spurt became obvious. Freed from their confining cage, those gigantic juggernauts entered free fall and dangled impressively before me in the narrow booth. The unparalleled dimensions of these luscious milktanks surpassed all my expectations and for a short moment I even forgot to breath. All thoughts of restraint left me. Completely overwhelmed I kneeled down in front of Dora and touched her naked breasts lewdly with my hands. Her tremendous boobs had not only gotten full and swollen, they had gotten noticeably heavier. Exited I embraced the voluminous udders and made the gigantic mams bob on my palms. I couldn't get enough of the fascinating sight of these sexy swinging hooters. Full of enthusiasm I attacked the enormous tits and started lustily to knead and maul these overripe melons.

For a time Dora let me do as I liked. Finally, to my great regret, she stood her ground and withdrew from my passionate treatments. "You have to be patient for a little while.", she whispered affectionately. "But I really do need the new underwear."
Without waiting for an answer she turned aside and fished for the first model. She turned the bra around, wrapped it with nimble fingers around her waist and closed the hooks over her belly.
With a practiced move she turned the bra into the correct position and slipped through the broad shoulder straps. Mesmerized I watched as she sank her full funbags into the voluminous cups and patiently tried to stow her oversized breasts into the lace-rimmed fabric. The exercise proved to be futile.

The bra was obviously too small for Dora's mega-globes and threatened to burst at the seams under the load of her curvaceous cans.
Resigned Dora scrutinized her mirrored image and whispered: "Hopeless. And if this one doesn't fit, it's no use to try the others."
"What size is this one?", I asked curious.
"G-cup.", Dora sighed. "And even in 75F it was difficult enough to find pretty underwear."
The mere thought that even a bra in the category wasn't enough anymore to even rudimentally contain Dora's massive melons wrecked my poor brain. "Perhaps you should at least try the others?", I suggested zealously. "Perhaps they have a different cut."

"The cut cannot be different enough to take on my things." Dora disagreed. "I do fear we have to try our luck elsewhere."
"I do fear this might be difficult right now.", I replied softly and pointed to the telling bulge in my trousers. "For now we have to stay in this booth."
"My poor darling.", Dora whispered teasingly. "So much you were longing for me?"
"Hey, I have been longing for full six weeks now.", I replied quietly and closed up to Dora.
"Then I cannot dare to make you wait any longer.", Dora purred and put her hand with soft pressure between my legs. There was no way of stopping now. Without a further word I took her by the shoulders, turned her around and pulled her shirt up over her full butt cheeks. Quickly I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed her slip aside and directed my hard piston into her dripping wet hole. Under soft moans Dora submitted to my prodding push. She leaned forward slightly and braced herself against the walls of the cabin.

The view I got from this position was totally awesome. Thanks to the mirrored walls, I could not only take an intense look at Dora's respectable cleavage, but also at the same time observe her gorgeous udders from the side. Spellbound I saw her heavy melons bob in their undersized cups. The overly tight bra wasn't able to contain the wobbling mass. Soft white flesh spilled out from the top and the sides.
Lustfully I put my hands under the broad underwire and pulled the bra with a hefty yank over Dora's enormous tits. Instantly the ponderous saggers pushed into the air and jumped wildly in front of the mirrors. Intoxicated by this enticing boob-panorama I started to thrust faster. The long weeks of abstinence and the titillating touch of skin on skin brought my juices to boiling point very quickly. Before I even knew it, I unloaded with such a vehemence that in the heat of the action I almost lost my balance. Ecstatic, Dora let out a loud moan. It had been the first time I had cum inside her and the intensity of my climax send soft shudders over Dora's backside.

We kept fingering each other for a while, but finally reason prevailed. We didn't want to push our luck for too long, fixed our outfits, slipped from the cabin one after the other and left the shop leaving behind the bored salesgirl who never knew what a show she had missed.

 

[groffi]

Part 15: Expertise

"So what's the plan now?", I asked curious as we stepped back into the street after this erotic interlude.
"I refuse to admit defeat.", Dora responded. "I know of another boutique. I hadn't thought about going there, because it is a shop for oversized women, but I fear I have to accept the label for myself now."
"Well, I don't think you are oversized.", I replied, trying to raise her morale.
"Not me directly.", Dora laughed. "But my boobs are now definitely aspiring to that designation."

There was nothing to add to that, and so we continued our little shopping tour. With determination, Dora led me through the labyrinth of small alleyways and after several minutes stopped in front of an undetermined business premise. There wasn't much too be seen from the outside. The display window was empty and apparently freshly painted. Nothing else indicated that this little shop would be a lingerie boutique.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?", I asked skeptically. "Looks like they're renovating."
"It's the right address.", Dora gave back, suddenly uncertain. She peered through the glass door into the dark shop. "Look, there's a sign. Special ladies' wear. Andrea. Back soon."
"Who knows how long this has been up.", I pointed out. "Do you really want to wait?"
"I don't know. I really need that new bra. But...". Undecided we stepped back onto the sidewalk and were just about to leave when a dark-haired young woman, only a few years older than us, came around the corner. She was carrying a large moving box and smiled at us over the rim of the carton.

"Hi. I'm Andrea. Are you looking for me?", she asked with contagious cheerfulness. "Sorry you had to wait. I only just took over the shop and am still at refurnishing. Can you hold this for a moment?"
I jumped forward and freed her from her unwieldy burden. Andrea thanked me with a smile of relief and took a step back. My heart stopped. Had I even remotely anticipated what kind of buxom beauty was behind the bulky box, I would never have hesitated to wait. Andrea"s blouse was filled to an extent the defied all descriptions. These weren't breasts anymore. These were jumbo-sized double whoppers. To put the crown on it she presented these impressive grenades in such a tantalizing way that her deep revealing neckline would have been enough to give a boner to an antique marble statue. If Andrea was getting her underwear from her own merchandise, we were definitely in the right place and I couldn't resist the thought that these planet-sized hangers were the absolutely best advertisement for her range of goods.

I looked at Dora, who stood there dumbstruck. "Close your mouth." I whispered to her. "You are drooling." She staggered into the shop, trailing Andrea.
Excited, I followed the duo to the inside of the shop and left the box on the floor. The walls of the small showroom were filled with countless hooks, covered seemingly indiscriminately with different items of underwear. With keen interest I checked the various pieces of clothing and soon established that the designation "oversized"was primarily meant for the numerous tops. The women who came here looking for a bra would have to be extremely well endowed. Most cups were so generously made that fully grown cabbages would have fitted in them and on some especially noteworthy models, the wide curving cups would without any problems have covered up ripe watermelons. If all girls who visited this shop were stacked like that, I had without any doubt just discovered boob paradise and I decided on the spot to accompany Dora on all her future visits.

"So, what can I do for you two?", Andrea asked friendly. "I desperately need new underwear.", Dora confessed bluntly.
"Do you know your size?", Andrea questioned her.
"No, sorry.", Dora had to admit.
"Then we should start with taking your measurements before we go looking for a pretty piece for you.", Andrea recommended.
She couldn't have made a more compelling offer from my point of view. The question just how big Dora's bust might be had occupied my mind a number of times now, and since Dora's breasts had grown so enormously, I downright burned to learn how big her circumference was by now.

"Would it be bothering you to undress right here? I still have some reconstructing to do... the booths are too narrow for two of our kind.", Andrea added.
"No problems.", Dora proclaimed eagerly and started without hesitation to unbutton her blouse. "There's nothing he hasn't seen before." Button for button the thin fabric moved to the side and revealed the vista of her ample cleavage. I turned my gaze to the sensational view of her undersized bra. Even at a quick glance there wasn't the slightest doubt that Dora's enormous rack had grown to potentially record breaking dimensions. I still could hardly believe my luck to have such a wonderful big breasted girlfriend.

Even Andrea seemed to be surprised. She raised her brows and commented: "Good for you to have come to me. I guess you really have some catching up to do with your clothes size."
Blushing slightly, Dora slipped from her tight bra and revealed her massive hangers. She lifted the arms slightly until Andrea had wrapped the tape measure around her slender torso. "First we will measure the under bust size.", Andrea explained. Carefully she pushed the tape higher and adjusted it skillfully under Dora's heavy breasts. The tender touch showed effect. With rising lust, I noticed Dora's delicate nipples contracting and imagined detecting a whiff of goosebumps on her arms.

"Something just under 77.", Andrea assessed. "Now for the bust circumference."
This time she placed the tape on the widest part of Dora's torso and reconnected the ends at the level of her nips.
"Bust 108 cm.", she stated appreciatively. "That's really impressive with your slender build. So you would need a 75 J or an 80 I. I would suggest you try out both sizes and then you can decide which one fits best."

I had not expected such an overwhelming result. Enthusiastically I locked these numbers deep in my mind, and with admiration realized that Dora was about to turn into a really sexy big bust starlet.
While the two of them were soon busy searching through the clothing racks for appropriate bras, they seemed to have completely forgotten about me. Graciously I seized the opportunity to ogle the two busty girls to my heart's content. At that I couldn't avoid my eyes turning to Andrea with increasing frequency. After all it didn't happen that often that a woman could measure up to Dora in terms of breast size. And this buxom luxury creature didn't just measure up, but her fat melons dwarfed Dora's imposing frontage effortlessly.

The longer I switched my gaze between the two of them, the more I felt the attraction of this full-figured boob goddess. It was as if these massive melons put me in a hypnotic state that pulled me ever closer. Furtively I followed every move of this gargantuan bosom and used every possible way to get a better look into her open cleavage. I got so obsessed with it that I almost couldn't control my horniness. My pulsating cock was tearing a hole into my trousers and every centimeter of my body cried for relief.

In this precarious situation, I got help from an unexpected side. Andrea had misinterpreted my impatient fidgeting, turned to me sympathetically and said with an apologetic smile: "This is going to take a while. If you want to, you can get yourself a coffee. There's a coffee machine in the office."
Gratefully I accepted her offer and slipped through the curtain to the backroom. The small room seemed to be used as storage, office and also contained a small cooking area. Quickly I filled up the machine with water and coffee and sneaked back to the doorway. I took cover behind the curtain and peeked discretely through the slit. Andrea had leaned forward and was rummaging through a box. Her neckline had slid far down and offered a revealing insight so deep into her cleavage that I couldn't take it any longer. Without averting my eyes from her massive cow-udders, I freed my cock from my pants and started to jerk fervently.

In a minimum of time the passion overpowered me and I released my load straightforwardly into my palm. The whole action had taken less than a minute. Quickly I hastened to the cooking area, washed my hands in the sink and packed in my cock. Only after all traces were cleaned up and I had made sure my clothing was in order, I took a deep breath and calmed down. Now the sexual tension had be released, I felt like an idiot and embarrassed about losing my cool at the mere sight of these gigantic natural breasts.

To justify my long absence, I rattled noisily with the coffee cups, poured a cup and soon returned remorsefully to the showroom.
In the meantime Dora had decided on a model and was just about to try out the bra. Andrea supported her with word and deed. Again and again she turned her view critically over the full cups, controlled the bands and hooks and fingered with the shoulder straps until the bra clung to Dora's perfectly formed curves like a second skin.
"Fits like a glove.", Dora declared beaming with joy and turned towards me expectantly. "What do you say?"
"You look good enough to eat.", I replied in total honesty and gave her an admiring smile.
Satisfied Dora regarded her mirror image and summarily decided to leave the bra on.

"I will always be happy to see you again.", Andrea bade her goodbye, and with a wink she added: "Of course this goes for your companion as well. Perhaps you want to surprise your girlfriend with a few pretty items now that you know her size."