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WHY I LOVE BIG TITS.

I have a breathtaking view of Marla's no less than monumental tits as I cup her ass cheeks and finish her off.
Jabbing my tongue into her honey-pot to the beat of Until it Sleeps, I make sure each stroke is slow and powerful, pushing her clitoris against her pubic bone, sending just the right pressure thrilling through her.
My woman sighs, the first of a myriad of signs that I have favorably performed my knightly duties.
"You are truly gifted, Dan," she says, beginning to purr and stretch, contorting her curvaceous upholstery to accommodate the voracious voyeur she knows hides within the darkest recesses of my being.

She may be done, but I still want dessert, and we've been together long enough that Marla knows exactly what I have in mind.
We change places, and she stretches her creamy flesh over top of me, letting her full, melon breasts dangle against my lips. Knowing I can't resist them. Not wanting me too.
Marla teases my cock with the soft down of her public hair. Feeling her moistness, knowing how close her tunnel of love sits above my aching member, makes me sweat. She nods towards the stack of
SCORE and Voluptuous magazines on my nightstand. Okay, I have a tasteful collection of men's magazines sporting buxom beauties, any one of which would be privileged to exploit Marla's Grade E breasts. In fact, if I wasn't such a selfish bastard, I would have brought her to SCORE's attention many years ago.

"So, Dan, tell me why and when and how you became such an incurable
breast man," Marla asks as she pulls her exquisite endowment away from my hungry kisses and inches down my body, kissing the light trail of curls marking the way to the main event. I close my eyes in rapture as she takes the shaft of my cock between her lips-the cherry on top of my sundae. I bite my lip as I ride the wave of pleasure, anticipating the sweet cream of Marla's breasts cushioning my dick.
Ahhhh….There it is, the warm softness of those babies, stroking and teasing me into readiness one more time.
Every time I feel that sensation, the eroticism of remembrance consumes me, envelopes me, takes me back to when it all began. When I was young and didn't know any better. When I was naive enough that all I knew was what I liked, and I liked breasts!

It is time to tell my tale…

"When I was eight, I saw a really pretty lady half naked on a bus. No lie. Her dress, pale blue with flowers, was pulled open and her bra was unfastened. A really small baby was greedily sucking from her breast. Mom caught me watching. She explained the woman was breastfeeding because a mother's milk has all kinds of vitamins and shit in it that are better for babies than formula. I remember feeling all but euphoric upon learning from Mom that she had breastfed me. Every night after that I thought about the
pretty busty blonde lady on the bus.
By the time I was nine, I was beginning to have real sexual fantasies about her. I can still picture those light blue eyes of hers, the same color as her dress, and she looked really young- like half my Mom's age. I wondered if Mom was that pretty when she was young, and whether she breastfed me on a bus and if some little eight-year-old boy got an eyeful of that. I always wondered that."

Marla kneads her spongy,
full breasts around my cock in a circular motion that makes me gasp. I'm on the verge of cumming and we can't have that. I motion to her to give me a moment to get my bearings, force my orgasm to subside, then continue my story to her…
"That incident marked the beginning of my
love for breasts and my eternal pursuit of the perfect set. Which, as you know, I've found," I add, motioning to her incredible rack, a gesture partly born in truth, and mostly done to prevent impending doom.
Marla giggles.
"I soon learned that all of the girls my age didn't have them. They had nipples all right, and sometimes I felt a little tickle and rush when I saw those, but they weren't anything compared to the breasts that girls like Reisha, my regular babysitter had.

"Reisha had smoothly dark,
cantaloupe-sized breasts that bounced up and down when she played basketball with me. Imagine a tall, willowy female warrior from Italy or Spain or Greece. She looked sort of like that-like something you'd see on the Travel Channel when they do their Busty, Olive-Skinned Goddesses of the Mediterranean special or on one of those Wild On things on E!. Her skin was the deep, richly brown color of some well-tanned swimsuit model, only her skin always seemed to glow and shine with life and she wore her black hair on top of her head in coils like an African Queen.
"We had a hot tub in our back yard, and I devised a plan to get a better look at those knockers. One night I begged Reisha to let me go in but she said she couldn't watch me in there because our spa was enclosed within a small gazebo called a Shoji. I found one of my Mom's old bikinis. You know the kind I'm talking about; the kind she hadn't fit into since way before I was born but still kept around for all the memories of when she was young. I offered it to Reisha."
"Tell me more about her. Was she pretty?" Marla asks, going for a visual, feigning jealousy.

"She had these huge eyes that were a lighter shade of brown than her skin. And puffy, full lips-back then I didn't know how to describe them. Now, I would just say '
cocksucker lips.' I often wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips but I knew that was never going to happen. By the time I grew up to be old enough to interest Reisha, she'd be Mom's age. I can still remember the way she smiled. It made her whole face light up. I don't think she'd ever even seen a hot tub before. It was obvious she wanted to go in real bad. My Dad said Reisha's family was poor. That's why she had to babysit nights in addition to working a full time job. She was saving money up for college."

"Did you have a crush on her?"
"I was nine. Not quite into puberty, although I had begun to get a little peach fuzz under my arms and around my pecker, and I'd already discovered it felt good when I touched myself. I had heard of crushes, but I didn't really know what a crush was. Reisha was cool and we got along okay. Thinking back, I'd have to say, yeah, I had a crush on her. A big crush. I guess you could say she was my first love. Even if I was too young for her, and I think I even knew that when I was a kid, I was in love, and lust, with her. But, being too young sure didn't stop me from looking at her tits. I always liked to look at her tits, even if I was too young to touch, and look I did.
"It was still early evening, light enough to get a pretty good idea of how a real woman was supposed to look. I brought my water cannon into the spa and sprayed Reisha down so that Mom's bikini was almost transparent. I had hoped that by getting her bathing suit wet, I would get a good look at some
wet boobs. But, I could not get a gander at her nipples. I didn't know back then that hot water isn't conducive to making nipples rise. I should have used freezing cold water, but I didn't know any better. Still, I could see the darker pigmentation of her areolae, and that excited me. I liked that. I wanted erect nipples, too, but if the round boob saucer was all I could get, I wasn't going to complain.

"I stayed out there for a while talking to Reisha, the whole time trying to sneak a look at her in the water. Then, she told me to go upstairs and get myself ready for bed. Normally, she would help me, which I liked, but tonight she said that she wanted to stay in the hot tub a while longer. So, I let her and went into the house.
"After I went to bed, I thought I heard something out back, so I peeked out my window. The lights on the deck were still on. Reisha should have already been inside now and would have turned them off when she came in after oher bath. I ran into Mom and Dad's room and saw a strange car out front. I figured maybe Reisha had invited over company.
"Like most little boys I was a curious 'little monster'. In fact, that's what Reisha called me later on that night.
"But I digress.
"I looked at the clock and realized that she had been in the spa a long time, so I decided to investigate. That took a lot of stealth on my part but fortunately the noise of the jets and the bubbles disguised the crunch of my bare feet in the grass and the crackling squeal of the cedar door panel as I opened it enough to see inside.
"Mom's teeny, red bikini lay abandoned in a fistful of crimson in the corner of the spa. Reisha was buck naked and so was the biggest football player type dude I had ever seen. Looking back I know now what they were doing and wish I had concentrated a bit more on the logistics. I could have probably learned a lot considering that both of them were pretty athletic. On the other hand, all I could see at the time was juggling breasts as big as watermelons.
"They looked so much bigger in the water. I didn't know
breasts could grow that fast. And now I saw those very puffy nipples too, like small, hard peanuts surrounded by a bumpy circle of interesting looking skin. The football dude was alternately sucking them into his mouth. Chewing on them. Lapping at them. And all the while he had his hands wrapped around Reisha's cheeky butt and she was bouncing up and down in the water."

"So did it turn you on?" Marla asks as she
fucks me with her tits. She's getting hot. Marla loves me telling stories while we're doing it, especially really naughty ones.
"Yeah. My pecker got real hard as I watched them do their thing, but the light faded as the sun went down. Thinking with my usual clarity and questionable intentions, I hightailed it back inside the house and used Mom's cell phone to call the house. Then I looked out the window as the phone rang and sure enough, Reisha came bounding out of the hot tub in her birthday suit."
"Was that the first time you saw
pussy?" Marla asks.
"I guess, but I had no idea what it was used for then. I remember seeing the hairy triangular patch between her legs but with her being black and all, it didn't look much different than what I had downstairs. All I could see was those gorgeous deeply tanned, bouncing breasts heaving as Reisha made a bee-line for the house.
"I hung up the phone and crept into what I figured would be a pretty good vantage point if the guy followed her inside. Reisha lit a few candles. She kept looking at the door waiting for him. I remember, she licked her lips because that started me thinking again that if I'd been that dude I would have been kissing those lips.
"Pretty soon he came in wearing a towel around his waist. He took one look at Reisha standing there naked and pretty much tackled her.
"Between the street lights illuminating the living room and the warm glow from the candles, I could see really good from my hiding place. I watched what they were doing, and like I figured, football dude started kissing her. He nibbled at her ears and throat and then turned himself loose on those
yummy boobies."

Marla lowers herself to cup my balls and give them and my stiff dick a good tongue bath. Between sexy slurps she mutters, "When you were nine you called them boobies?"
"Well, I didn't. That's what my friend Mikey told me guys called them…
boobs or boobies or tits. I also learned that I wasn't the only nine year old in town who enjoyed looking at boobies. A lot of kids loved them, though I doubt as much as I did. No, that would be impossible. Nobody loved them as much as I did.
"But, let me continue with my tale, will you…Jeez. You keep interrupting me all the time. Anyways…Pretty soon, football dude gave up on her titties and started working his way down between her legs. For some reason that I didn't understand then, I found that pretty exciting. I touched my pecker to find it was bigger than ever. The bad part was my balls hurt. I soon discovered that if I rubbed myself it became moist and that stroking it up and down made me feel real good. Made me feel intoxicated."
"What?"
"Well, at the time the closest standard of comparison I had to feeling high was the time I got into Dad's beer and drank a whole bunch of his beer bottles. Only this was even better than that because I didn't really like the taste of beer and looking at boobies didn't make me belch.
"Reisha started moaning as football dude busied himself licking between her sexy legs, giving her an insane toe lick. I got pretty scared when he got on top of her. Not only was this guy huge, but his pecker looked like an big, giant baseball bat. So, when he stuck it into Reisha and started doing push ups, I figured he was going to hurt her. The two of them were groaning and carrying on something awful. I didn't even have to worry about them hearing me any more, they were making so much noise and were obviously in too much pain. I couldn't figure out why, if it hurt so damn much, they didn't stop doing it.

"Still, I sat tight and enjoyed the show. I could still see Reisha's luscious, glistening, darkly-toned boobies jiggling up and down, and that was good enough for me. They changed positions once. He picked her up and put her on all fours on the carpet, and then he got in back of her and stuck his pecker into her from behind. She seemed to like it. She pushed her hips against him, and he grabbed her giant tits, and that's when I let out a yelp and scared the bejesus out of all three of us. I guess there's gotta be a first time for everything, but I was clueless to, you know, stuff like that. I don't know how it happened, but all of a sudden…"
Marla looks at me with a smile, and asks, "Don't tell me you…?"

"Am I telling this story or would you rather listen to a documentary on the first stirrings of sexuality in prepubescent boys?"
"I'm sorry. Just establishing my narrator's credibility," Marla teases as she helps herself to another taste of my engorged member.
"For all I knew it was some alien life form like The Blob. Anyway, I was scared I had done irreparable damage to what my Dad called the family jewels. My thing was tingling and I felt all shaky and weak. I nearly began to cry, but then football dude stormed into the house and boy, was he fucking pissed. I snapped out of it, shoved my pecker back into my pajama bottoms and ran for my life. I locked my bedroom door just in time. He started banging on it and yelling that he was going to kick my ass. After about five minutes of pounding and screaming, he stopped banging and went away.

"A bit later, Reisha banged on the door. 'Daniel open up. Open this door right now.'
"'No,' I said.
"'I'm not going to hurt you.'
"'Football dude will.'
"'Football…dude? Never mind about him. He's long gone.'
"I had heard the front door slam, and it was way too early for Mom and Dad to be home. But Reisha could be tricking me. 'I thought he was hurting you,' I said, making my voice sound tremulous, hoping she would take pity on me.
"'He wasn't hurting me. That's my boyfriend, but he wasn't supposed to come here while I was babysitting. If you tell your Mom and Dad, they'll fire me. I won't be able to baby sit for you anymore. Please, Danny, open up the door and let's talk.'
"I opened the door. Reisha had put her T shirt on, hiding her breasts.
'I'm sorry,' I said.
"'You won't tell?'
"'No, but Reisha? You're real pretty. I think you're so beautiful.'
"Her black eyes softened as she tucked me into bed.
"'Can I have a glass of water?'
"While she was gone, I thought about asking her if I could see her boobies up close. Touching them was not even a reality. But, I figured, if she really didn't want me to tell Mom and Dad about football dude, maybe she'd even let me take a little look-see. I wanted to know what they looked like. But I didn't want to blackmail her. I liked Reisha. I liked Reisha a lot.
"When she came back with the water, she'd put her jeans and sneakers on. 'Is that how Moms and Dads make babies?' I asked.
"'Oh God, let's hope not. I mean, yeah. But people do it because it feels good, too.'
"'It didn't sound like it felt all that good. It sounded like you were in a whole lot of pain.'
"Reisha smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. I could sense her swelling boobies jangling over my face. I turned and caught her lips on my own. Smack. I kissed her.
"She looked surprised, and gave me a dirty look, but she didn't scold me. 'Now go to sleep,' she said. 'You little monster, you.'"
Marla purrs. Crooning to my not-so-little-anymore monster.
"That's when I said, and I quote: 'Reisha, I think I love you.'"
Forgetting all about my rock-hard pecker, Marla sits up and asks, "What did she say to that?"
"What else? She said: 'I love you too, Stinker.' That was her nickname for me, what she would always call me. Stinker."
"Stinky?"
"No, not Stinky. Stinker and shhh, I'm getting to the good part. It's my story. Quiet, woman."
Marla sticks her tongue out at me and pouts.
"Using my best little nine-year-old voice I cried, 'I'm scared, Reisha. Football dude might come back. He looked pretty steamed.'
"Reisha giggled. 'Steamed doesn't even begin to describe it, but trust me, he'll get over it.'
"'Stay with me? Until I fall asleep? Please? Just in case?'

"Reisha curled up next to me and put her arms around me. I nestled into the warm space between her massive tits and lay there a long time before I figured she'd assume I was asleep. Then, I copped a feel. I don't know if she'd dozed off or if she just thought I was moving in my sleep. I don't know if she let me touch her because she was afraid I'd tell my parents or whether she liked my hand gently touching her there. I only know what I have chosen to believe happened that night. The night my fondest dream came true."
The sun was peeking through the Venetian blinds, lacing Marla's delectable flesh with sunlight and making her even more irresistible than she had been last night. I realized I hadn't been lying about Marla's Grade A sun-kissed boobs. I found myself fantasizing about how beautiful Marla would be holding a baby to her breast-and what her milk would taste like.
"Did you ever see Reisha again?" Marla asks.
"Yeah, about six years ago, during Thanksgiving. She brought her newborn baby over to Mom and Dad's house to show her off."
"Don't tell me-you got to see Reisha breastfeed the baby."
I smile, forcing Marla to resort to using her own imagination.
"So, my dear, that's how I became a bonerfide breast-man. Now, if you want to hear about what happened to me when I was ten...you'll just have to let me live until tomorrow."
"I think I can manage that, my testosterone-driven Scheherazade. After all, I wouldn't want to chop your head off and miss another of your slimy, perverted escapades," she says, laughing. "But Dan…Really, when you were ten years old?"

My story over, I flop on top of Marla, enjoying her squeals of protest and delight as I prepare to repeat my earlier performance. I hesitate only long enough to wrap my weapon with latex garb. As I tear open the condom, I decide it just might be worth writing to the editor of SCORE to ask for a photo layout of young mothers breastfeeding. Lactating breasts stir something primal inside of me-and just maybe, I'm not alone in my breast fetish.
Apparently, Marla has learned to read my mind.
"Maybe we should think about having our own kids," she suggests. "So I can arrange a private peep show for you several times a day."
Not surprisingly, I find the visual more appealing than I have ever thought possible.
"All in good time," I say as I pounce quickly on Marla, breathing in her intoxicating scent and treating myself to her mammary
abundance just once more.

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By Radan Max for Scoreland.com 


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