Busty Solos

Which brings me to the present situation. I had traveled from New
York to where I was presently parked. I had purchased a small
motorhome type vehicle and I was towing a small Japanese truck
behind it. When I arrived at a destination point, I parked the mobile
home, disconnected the truck and called it home. I had everything
handy that my New York apartment offered, but this motorhome could
move from city to city and state to state. My New York apartment was
right where I had left it and this was not to my liking. So, here I
was parked in a small RV park in the foothills of the Colorado Rockies.
My intentions were simply to explore.

Tiffany was on top and facing the door where I stood. She hadn’t seen
me yet so I took that opportunity to undress. I was having a difficult time
with my jeans and underwear because my cock was sticking straight out. As I
undressed, their moaning got increasingly louder and faster. Eventually they
were both screaming. They must have both come together because slurping sounds
came from both of them. Now completely naked and horny as hell, I walked over
to the girls. Tiffany raised her head and saw me. She smiled and mouthed to
me “don’t say a word.” With that, she took my cock in her mouth and started
to finger-fuck her sister. She was doing such a good job that it was all I
could do to keep from blowing my nuts in her mouth. But as much as I liked her
mouth I needed a cunt!

I couldn’t really see much of Tiffany’s sister’s body. All I could see
were her rather shapely legs which were still shaking from her recent orgasm,
and her hands running up and down Tiffany’s ass. Tiffany’s sister finally
pushed Tiffany’s dripping pussy off her face and asked, “So when’s this
boyfriend of yours getting here? I could really use a cock in me!” As she
said this, Tiffany removed my cock from her mouth and with her free hand pointed
to her sister’s sopping hole. I aimed my cock and waited for the signal to
plunge in. Tiffany slammed her cunt back onto her sister’s face and said, “As
you speak Jill!” With that, I shoved my cock in there and Jill gave a
scream of pleasure and surprise which was making it impossible for me to hold
my load. She wrapped her legs around my ass and Tiffany sat up but still kept
her snatch on Jill’s eagerly lapping mouth. As Tiffany sat up I started
to take in the details of Jill’s body. She had bigger tits than Tiffany and
had a completely flat stomach. She had long brown hair and was just as vocal
as Tiffany if not more.

I was in my studio mixing some stuff for a couple of DJ jobs I had
coming up when the light on my phone started blinking. I answered it and a
familiar voice greeted me on the other end. It was Tiffany. She said, “Tom,
my sister is home from college for a few days and I really want you to meet
her.” I knew what that meant. I got hard just thinking about it. She then
said, “Finish what you’re doing, and come over. I’ll leave the front door
unlocked.” She hung up and I finished my work.

I made a cassette copy of my mix and hopped into my 1991 Eagle Premier
and drove to Tiffany’s place. I got there just a few minutes after the mix
ended. Pleased with my work and what was sure to be an eventful afternoon, I
locked up my car and went into Tiffany’s house. There was a note on the floor.
It said, “Lock the door and come upstairs.” I locked the door and as I did, I
heard a strange noise. As my professionally trained ear listened more closely
I realized it sounded like 2 women moaning with something muffling them.

With all this new knowledge, I focused my attention on sports and
stopped hitting little girls. I felt thought if someone I was competing
against in a sport hit me, I could justifiably and probably hit them
back without the threat of retaliation from a Big Brother. From the age
of 7 until I turned 16, I ran up against a whole different set of
problems, though. Not to appear boastful, but I was pretty good at
almost every sport I tried out for. I didn’t have any silly dreams of
becoming an All American. I just wanted to be good enough to make
everyone forget about Johnny Unitas, Wilt Chamberlain and Sandy Koufax.
But again, those dreaded girls came out of the woodwork. Thankfully,
they had retired their Mohammed Ali like jabs and, more importantly,
their brothers were chained up in basements, or in jail where they
belonged. The girls now began giving me these strange looks instead of
hitting me, and started to ask me to walk them home from school, like I
was some kind of bodyguard. A few even suggested we do our homework
together. Boy, these frilly little things sure were dumb. I could take
the garbage out at home by myself! I had to be told 8 or 9 dozen times,
but I certainly didn’t need their help doing it. Little did I know all
of their kindness made these girls even more dangerous. To be fair, they
weren’t this way intentionally. Anyway, this was when I enrolled in my
second extracurricular studies; ‘The Disposition of a Jealous
Boyfriend’.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he said, in the most incredibly gentle voice
I’ve ever heard. He sounded for all the world just like someone trying to
lure a strange kitten into coming over to be patted. “I saw what you were
doing from the next car, and I just couldn’t resist coming over to this one
for a better look.”
What can you do when you’re faced with a gentlemanly apology like
that? Especially in New York! I did the ladylike thing. “Why don’t you
have a seat?” I said, pointing to the seat beyond my feet. Since I was
sitting sideways, that seat was maybe five feet from my head, no more than
two feet beyond the tips of my toes, directly in line with my pussy; sort
of the pornographic equivalent of first row seats right behind the goal at
a hockey game. “Perhaps you’d like to open your pants and do likewise?”
“Thanks. I think I will,” he said, with a sudden smile.
The train was pulling out of the 79th Street station as he settled
himself in the seat and opened his fly. He winced a couple of times as he
worked his rock-solid cock out of the opening. They aren’t the most
maneuverable things, are they? Especially when you’ve got those silly
jockeys to deal with.
“Very nice,” I told him, quite honestly, when he had it out and
comfortably nestled in his hand. As he began to stroke it up and down, I
resumed finger-fucking myself, thinking how silly I must have looked,
carrying on a conversation on the subway, with a complete stranger, all the
while with a finger deep in my pussy. After a minute or two, I switched to
a masturbation style better suited to showing off, spreading my pussy lips
open with my left hand, and rubbing my clit with the fingertips of my
right.
“Yours is very nice too,” he said, his hand moving faster on his
shaft. “You don’t suppose we could…” His voice trailed off, as he tried
to think of a good way to suggest that we stop fooling around with this
masturbation stuff, and start fucking.

I turned on my side and placed my head upon the carpet, I
turned to query the mirror with one final gaze. I again saw
myself as glorious. I had never experienced anything like
this before, nor had I ever dreamed of anything similar. I
had felt my total womanhood . . . more importantly, I had
seen her.

I raised and crossed the hazy room once more. I pulled back
the covers and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

The storm had ended…inside and out.

Huge Tits
My wife, Deborah, often tells me “bedtime stories” of her sexual
adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or
because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I’m sure, are
fictional. Others, I’m just not sure about.
I don’t know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of
thing she’d do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn’t there, I
can’t vouch for it.
If you’ve ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably
think you know what they’re like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of
the time that’s true, but as any New Yorker will tell you — once you get
past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country — that
some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and
routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start
emptying out, and by midnight it’s sometimes possible to have a car to
yourself.

Huge Boobs Galore Episode 55
The horny slut Brooke Haven is here to prove that the best and sexiest melons are grown in northern California. She loves wrapping her 36 D silicone cantaloupes around a 15 inch hard cock! And make sure to wear a hard hat around these cans when we tame her wild country pussy!