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Sweater-Bosom
I first saw her
in an old discount-store
while I was doing some last-minute shopping.
She was unassuming, five-and-a-half feet tall, chocolate-Black,
and had numerous gallons of massive, pendulous bosom.
She was modestly dressed in a long-sleeved sweater
and a long, homely skirt,
but her gigantic bra was slung so low
that her two mountainous breasts hung down to her hips.
I did my best, but I couldn't stop staring
at her massive, undulating breasts of ecstasy.
But when she saw that I was mesmerized,
she neither frowned nor smirked,
and not a single word came out of her mouth:
instead, she smiled with a sweet "come hither" look in her eye.
I tried to apologize to her for my rudeness,
but she quietly put her finger across her thick lips to hush me,
then she motioned me to follow her
through the back-door of the store
and into the restroom at the other end of the store warehouse.
The unisex restroom was run-down and covered with graffiti,
and the dim neon light hummed consistently.
None of this bothered her as she locked the door behind us
and stood there, leaning her backside against the large sink, still smiling quietly
as she gently placed my hands upon her massive sweater-breasts.
Though she was fully clothed,
she smiled and moaned as my hands passionately caressed
her gigantic, quivering bosom, the soft, smooth fabric of her sweater
fully conveying the supple pleasure of her heavy, undulating breasts,
causing my strong tower to bulge in my pants.
I was amazed at how comfortable she was,
her hands gently undoing my pants to set my erect pillar free,
her luscious lips smiling with such nurturing sweetness
as she gently stroked my stiff tower with her right hand
while massaging her mountainous, pendulous sweater-bosom with her left.
When she saw me reaching the peak of my excitement,
she then began to bury the underside of my aching-hard pillar
deep into her massive sweater-bosom,
where her long, tight, deep cleavage was centered,
then she gently wrapped her arms around my waist
as she slowly, deeply, rhythmically pressed her heavy sweater-bust into me,
completely burying my throbbing tower.
She smiled and moaned with sweet approval
as my liquid bliss exploded forth, moistening that part of her sweater-bosom
with my warm cream. She continued to hold me,
her gigantic sweater-breasts still deeply pressed against me,
and I could tell that she wanted more
as her massive, pendulous, undulating bosom restored my erection.
She continued to smile and moan with ardent desire
as the unrestrained rhythm of her mountainous, smothering sweater-bosom
caused my aching-hard tower to moisten her sweater-cleavage
with even more love-seed. Still smiling, still moaning with appreciation,
she continued to embrace my waist as her massive bust
began to arouse my pillar for yet another explosion of liquid virility.
I lost track of time as my strong tower remained blissfully trapped
under her titanic sweater-bosom,
her numerous undulating breast-gallons of ecstasy. This time,
all she had to do was powerfully press her overwhelming sweater-bust
against my aching-hard pillar
just once,
and my love-seed simply burst forth,
adding to the sweet, sopping-wet love-stain
all over the cleavage area of her massive sweater-bosom.
Fully aware that she had taken every last drop,
she gently kissed my chest with her sumptuous lips.
As we left the store hand in hand, she smiled quietly,
proudly wearing my blissful love-stain of fulfillment
upon her gigantic, pendulous, undulating sweater-bosom.
Only she and I knew
what had just transpired.
(Copyright (c) 2012, All Rights Reserved)
in an old discount-store
while I was doing some last-minute shopping.
She was unassuming, five-and-a-half feet tall, chocolate-Black,
and had numerous gallons of massive, pendulous bosom.
She was modestly dressed in a long-sleeved sweater
and a long, homely skirt,
but her gigantic bra was slung so low
that her two mountainous breasts hung down to her hips.
I did my best, but I couldn't stop staring
at her massive, undulating breasts of ecstasy.
But when she saw that I was mesmerized,
she neither frowned nor smirked,
and not a single word came out of her mouth:
instead, she smiled with a sweet "come hither" look in her eye.
I tried to apologize to her for my rudeness,
but she quietly put her finger across her thick lips to hush me,
then she motioned me to follow her
through the back-door of the store
and into the restroom at the other end of the store warehouse.
The unisex restroom was run-down and covered with graffiti,
and the dim neon light hummed consistently.
None of this bothered her as she locked the door behind us
and stood there, leaning her backside against the large sink, still smiling quietly
as she gently placed my hands upon her massive sweater-breasts.
Though she was fully clothed,
she smiled and moaned as my hands passionately caressed
her gigantic, quivering bosom, the soft, smooth fabric of her sweater
fully conveying the supple pleasure of her heavy, undulating breasts,
causing my strong tower to bulge in my pants.
I was amazed at how comfortable she was,
her hands gently undoing my pants to set my erect pillar free,
her luscious lips smiling with such nurturing sweetness
as she gently stroked my stiff tower with her right hand
while massaging her mountainous, pendulous sweater-bosom with her left.
When she saw me reaching the peak of my excitement,
she then began to bury the underside of my aching-hard pillar
deep into her massive sweater-bosom,
where her long, tight, deep cleavage was centered,
then she gently wrapped her arms around my waist
as she slowly, deeply, rhythmically pressed her heavy sweater-bust into me,
completely burying my throbbing tower.
She smiled and moaned with sweet approval
as my liquid bliss exploded forth, moistening that part of her sweater-bosom
with my warm cream. She continued to hold me,
her gigantic sweater-breasts still deeply pressed against me,
and I could tell that she wanted more
as her massive, pendulous, undulating bosom restored my erection.
She continued to smile and moan with ardent desire
as the unrestrained rhythm of her mountainous, smothering sweater-bosom
caused my aching-hard tower to moisten her sweater-cleavage
with even more love-seed. Still smiling, still moaning with appreciation,
she continued to embrace my waist as her massive bust
began to arouse my pillar for yet another explosion of liquid virility.
I lost track of time as my strong tower remained blissfully trapped
under her titanic sweater-bosom,
her numerous undulating breast-gallons of ecstasy. This time,
all she had to do was powerfully press her overwhelming sweater-bust
against my aching-hard pillar
just once,
and my love-seed simply burst forth,
adding to the sweet, sopping-wet love-stain
all over the cleavage area of her massive sweater-bosom.
Fully aware that she had taken every last drop,
she gently kissed my chest with her sumptuous lips.
As we left the store hand in hand, she smiled quietly,
proudly wearing my blissful love-stain of fulfillment
upon her gigantic, pendulous, undulating sweater-bosom.
Only she and I knew
what had just transpired.
(Copyright (c) 2012, All Rights Reserved)
Published 3rd Apr 2013
| Edited 7th Apr 2013
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