its a booty call story 17
It is my job to collect change and supply vending machines for one of the major beverage companies on a route that takes me from high-rise office buildings to low-track hotels. My effervescent journey takes me through a slew of bubbly beauties, and, like a ship’s captain, I have a favorite female at each port of call – a few of whom I’m literally pounding on the shutter door of my truck as often as the shutter door of my truck.
One of the females is Lola, who works as a harried secretary at a suburban high school in a suburban neighborhood. With massive knockers that she’s not the least bit embarrassed to show off in hightension tank shirts and stitch-straining sweaters, she’s built the way a woman should be made — from the tits to the thigh.
Besides her blazing headlights, she has long, jet-black hair and sparkling green eyes to go with them, as well as a thin, spicy figure with an overstuffed rear-end that is nearly as stunning as her natural front bumpers.
The eleven o’clock stop on my route is Lola, and she makes even the prospect of returning to school enjoyable. For example, on a scorching summer day a couple of weeks ago, the chesty Latina wore little more than a sleeveless satin shirt, a black leather miniskirt, and a pair of red shoes to keep cool.
Several provisions of the Constitution were being violated by her.
No one at the all-boys educational facility seemed to mind the school’s clothing code or the regulations of distraction, and there were no complaints from the students or faculty.
While wheeling my dolly-full of beverages into the office, I took a deep breath and turned to face the beautiful vixen at the front desk. “Hi, Lola,” I exhaled, ogling the voluptuous vixen.
With a casual greeting from her, Jeff replied: “Oh, hey, Jeff.” When I accidentally ran over the clown-like feet of a gangly youngster who was parked outside the Principal’s office, she gave me a wink and a little grin on the cheek.
Lola’s boobs were the center of attention in the room, and the youngster didn’t pay attention to them because of their gravitas. The thought of what was to come, and with whom, filled my mind as I pushed by him and sauntered down the corridor that led to the teachers’ lounge. On the other side of the drink machine, there were a pair of teachers who were complaining about their spouses and gushing over their school secretary.
Making as much noise as possible, I swiftly opened the machine and began unloading my canned and bottled items into it.
It was only after I’d completed my duties, replenished the vending machine, and dismissed the horny, horn-rimmed academics that my inflamed nostrils caught the faint whiff of Lola’s perfume, which I recognized as being gentle and pleasant. On my heels, I turned around to see her looking at me, her heavy-calibre pistols locked on target and her eyes and gaze fixated on me.
Her lips were glossed over as she whispered, “Jeff,” hooking a thin, brown finger between them. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but could you just get me a box of paper from the supply room? It’s much too heavy for me to lift, and since you’ve got… all of the necessary equipment…”
When I looked at the top-heavy chica, I grinned as brightly as a youngster who’d just gotten a D double-plus on his report card. In case anybody was listening in on our cover story, I responded affirmatively. It’s my pleasure,” he says.
its a booty call story 17
In order to catch up with her, I followed her wiggling butt cheeks and shining legs out of the teachers’ lounge and along the corridor. Our journey began when they turned sharp left and we found ourselves in the room that contained a massive photocopier and beyond that, the sealed supply room Lola raised the silver chain around her neck and extracted a metal key from her deep cleavage, before bending down and unlocking the door with her foot.
As my live dolly turned on the lights in the supply room, I pulled my lift-dolly into position. She urged me inside the house after turning halfway around. She had the most beautiful twin peaks in profile, and I licked my parched lips and gulped hard and dry as I looked at her. Following her inside the supply room, my prick was as hard as a yardstick, I was in a hurry.
It was a dream come true as I closed the door and locked it with my foot, and I seized the boys’ school fantasy in my arms, slamming my kiss to hers. She gasped and grabbed my hair as I gripped her, throwing my hat flying and grabbing at my hair as she grasped my head.
Mr Larouche’s language lesson was in full swing as we kissed and frenched our way through the night. It was hard to breathe because of Lola’s big mounds pressing against my chest, her thick tongue slithering about inside my mouth, and her tits and tongue knocking the wind right out of me.
“Oh my God, I’ve been looking forward to this all week!” she said, echoing precisely my sentiments. Then she managed to catch my slippery sticker between her sparkling white teeth and began sucking on it while blowing her tongue like I was well aware she was capable of blowing cock.
As I grunted my approval, I clasped her buttocks, slipping my sweaty hands up and beneath her dangerously short skirt and putting my skin-to-skin contact with her firm, plump butt cheeks. This particular Thursday was a panty-free day, so I rough-kneaded her sassy seat cushions, raising the sultry brunette clear off the ground, as she sat there sulking in her seat cushions.
I sucked on my tongue with trepidation.
“Let’s have a look at your tits!” When she finally returned my talking-tool, I let out a sigh of relief.
Her chest heaved and her eyes were ablaze as she raised her gaze to mine and grinned cruelly. Afterwards, she pushed me back and slid the buttons of her blouse off their hooks.
She turned around and shimmied the sparkling garment off her buff, brown shoulders, as if to tease me with it. During Lola’s tinkering with the twenty-pound-test hooks that were barely holding her satiny, pink bra together at the back, her top fluttered to the floor, where it joined my tongue.
“Fuck that!” says the author. I hissed, snatching the titted tart’s hot little hands and shoving them to the side of the table. Using the deft fingers of the unabashed tit-man, I unhooked her chest protector, a man who’d been a fan of overblown boobs ever since the sweaty, pimply days of Victoria Principal’s double barrelled exploits on Dallas and Dolly Parton’s breakout film role in Nine to Five; and the sleepless, pillow humping nights of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark’s heyday.
Suddenly, Lola turned to face me, her arms clasped together to hold her deep-cupped bra in place, revealing enough cleavage to make even the Grand Canyon envy of her cleavage. “Are these the items you’re looking for?” she said, lowering her arms to her sides and her bra to the floor.
Her ta-tas dangled big and heavy in front of me, golden-brown globes topped with jutting, caramel-coated nipples that dangled from the sides of her body. Twin silver rings dangled from her pierced jutters, and the words ‘Handle with Care’ were tattooed across the tops of her enormous tits in gothic script over the tops of her titanic tits.
She was, without a doubt, a wild youngster, and she squealed with delight as I seized her jugs and squeezed them tightly.
“Feel up my titties!” she said, the printer in the room next door humming and pushing out paper as she yelled.
I guided the breast-blessed baby deeper into the supply room, till her buttocks came into contact with a wooden desk that was set against the back wall of the room. Then I hefted her boobs and leaned my head down to suck at her nipples, which she seemed to like.
Then she sighed, closed her eyes and biting her lip. “Mmm!” she said.
Having seen how sensitive the hottie’s nipples had been throughout our prior encounters, I swung my tongue all around first one stiff, rubbery nipple before swirling it all around the other, tonguing them even longer and harder as I did so, my hands mauling her big mams as I did so.
Afterwards, I pressed my lips against one of her nipples and licked, tugged, and pulled on her ring, nursing my breast as if I were expecting a warm flow of nutrition at any moment.
“Suck my titties!” says the narrator. Lola screamed in agony. She raised her arms and ran her fingers through her glistening, night-shaded locks, pushing out her treasure chest and handing it over to my caring hands and open lips.
Long and hard, I sucked on her one breast, scouring the bottom of it with my flailing tongue, and biting into the swelling of her nipple with my teeth. Then she went back to her other developing breast and repeated the sexual procedure with it. It wasn’t long until I was slamming both of her jugs into each other and cutting my tongue back and forth over both of her viciously inflamed nipples at the same time.
Lola’s body and boobs shook in my hands, but I didn’t let that deter me from continuing with the tongue-lashing, urgently feeling up her smooth, superheated tit-flesh with my fingers. So she continued until her eyes finally opened and she screamed, “Fuck me!”
I unhanded her dripping breasts so that she could unhook her skirt, and then I unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, and then I dropped them and my drawers on the floor next to her.
When Lola leapt up onto the desk and opened her legs, the dampness in her shaved snatch made her snatch wink a little. I crept forward, in between her slender, honey-dipped limbs, my arrow-straight stride a sharp contrast to her curved frame.
The cock is pointed stiffly and squarely towards the girl’s slit, as if he is struggling to find a place to call home.
Then she leans back against the wall and pulling her spread breasts together and squeezing them. “Fuck me!” she cried out.
With my mushroomed cocktop, I lifted her legs and gulped down some air before parting her sticky pussy lips with my mushroomed cocktop.
I pushed myself forward, sinking deep into the lovely lady’s sopping twat with all of my might. Slowly at first, then quicker and faster, I was able to get a decent, hard fucking rhythm going with my hips pounding. With each and every cock-thrust, I churned my rod back and forth in Lola’s tight, juicy cunt, the desk pounding against the wall, and my girl’s a$$ and boobs shaking.
“Gimme those tits!” says the author. As she reached for her jugs, I shouted, pushing her hands away and grasping onto her brown ones. I touched them, rolled and tugged nipples, and pistoned my pulsing cock in and out of her pussy on a ruthlessly repeated basis.
She clenched the edge of the screeching desk with her whiteknuckled fingers and furiously turned her head back and forth against the wall, her raven hair cascading down and adhering to her perspiration-slick face as she struggled to keep them in place. “I’m coming!” she said with a yell.
With my lower body smashing up against her rippling butt cheeks and my battering-ram cock splitting her in half, I moved into fifth gear and fucked the hootered honey in a fury. “I’m going with you, too, baby!” I clenched my teeth.
The sensation of her body jerking and her jugs bouncing about in my greasy hands increased as I rammed the two of us headfirst into ecstasy. The sperm in my balls boiled out of control and rushed up my shaft, spray-painting the velvet walls of the girl’s flowing pussy with a bright red color. I hurled white-hot wad after white-hot wad into Lola’s love tunnel in rhythm with the electric shocks that jolted us out of our slumber.
When it was finally ended, I was fatigued and spent the rest of the time playing with the girl’s gleaming melons, softly squeezing them, and gently squeezing them some more.
As she trembled with the aftershocks of bliss, she rubbed her nipples together. As my still-hard cock sluiced gently back and forth in her wet slit, I was thinking about something. “How about the same time next week, baby?” I inquired.
Her green eyes met mine as she opened her mouth. “Are you sure I’m the only one, lover?” she inquired. “It’s because I don’t share my space with anybody.”
“Of course,” I stammered. “S-sure, of course,” I said. However, my foggy mind was already thinking forward to the late-afternoon destination on my tour – the hospital, where redheaded, bigbreasted Nurse Mary awaited me, eager to savor the taste of cola and cock with me.
Everything went according to plan that week, with Lola in the morning and Mary in the afternoon on the schedule.
A song in my heart, a grin on my face, a spring in my stride, and plenty of prick were all there as I delivered the effervescent goods. However, the following Thursday, after a hot pre-lunch eat-me session with Lola, I made my normal trip at St. John’s Memorial, and my titbliss worlds intersected in a very alarming manner.
I arrived exactly on schedule at 3:45 p.m., and by 4 p.m., I had the machines in the hospital cafeteria secured, loaded, and ready to spew fluids, just like me, all over the place.
As I continued down the corridor, I took two steps at a time down a set of stairs going to the basement before slipping into the laundry area. Even if it wasn’t the most romantic location on the planet, working couples can’t have their pick of the globe. At that time of day, the room was completely empty, giving me and Mary plenty of time and space to fluff and fold our clothes properly and thoroughly.
When I reached the linen storage closet, I marched through the industrial-sized washers and dryers, the acidic aroma of laundry detergent filling my nostrils as I went. I pushed the door wide and stuck my head inside with a glint in my eye and steel in my heart.
my dickhead Not only did I see a stunning, top-heavy Mary waiting for me, but I also saw Mary and her friend Lola waiting for me! In each other’s arms, of course!
As I staggered inside the house and closed the door, Lola said, “Hi, Jeff.”
“H-hi, Lola… Mary,” I said, my voice a little hushed. A shit-eating smile slid off my face as the realization that Lola had discovered and claimed my afternoon joy forced my jaw to snap back into place.
It was bumper-to-bumper between the two chesty babes, who were both nude from the neck down, their bodies a study in stark contrast (except in two important areas, of course).
Mary is the polar opposite of Lola, both in terms of personality and distinguishing characteristics. Besides having large blue eyes and short red hair, she also has a pale, delicately-featured face with a pale complexion.
And the sight of her plump, porcelain shape pressed up against Lola’s luscious bronze torso was, to put it mildly, mind-blowing to say the least. The most distinguishing physical characteristics the two girls had were their breasts, Mary’s being every bit as large as Lola’s – round and firm, faintly veined with tiny blue veins, her incher nipples a shocking shade of pink against their white backdrop.
“I was following you around here last week, Jeff,” Lola said.
“I discovered that you were having an affair with me.” She kissed Mary on the lips as she moved her head to face her. Though Mary reddened a little, she didn’t remove her pale, small hands off of Lola’s emaciated butt cheeks. Then there’s the fact that I don’t share my lovers with anybody else.”
With her fingers in Mary’s hair, Lola yanked her head forward, forcing her lips against the girl’s lipstick-smeared lips. Both of their hot, breasty bodies were stuck together in exquisite nudity as they kissed passionately and devoured the contents of one other’s tongues. I just stood there gaping, uncertain whether or not the two beauties were genuinely serious about each other.
other people, or just putting on a show for me
The way Lola responded to each of my queries was by withdrawing her lips away from Mary and saying, “Enjoy this goodbye, Jeff.” ‘Because from this point on, Mary and I are lovers – and only lovers. “Are you sure, girlfriend?”
Mary looked at Lola’s shiny lips, as if she was trying to figure out what they had just communicated to one other. Then she bowed her head, pushed out her kitten-pink tongue, and licked the inside of Lola’s lips, ensuring the Latina’s delicious retribution.
I sighed, having just gone from having two busty, bangaway broads to having none at all. But at the very least, they provided me with something to remember them by. To do this, I unzipped my trousers and drew out my cock before starting to stroke it.
Both Lola and Mary were frenching one other, their tongues crashing against one another again and over, Lola clutching at Mary’s hair, Mary gripping Lola’s buttocks, and me fist-pushing my dick.
Then Lola retreated a bit, breaking tongue contact with the fiery-haired beauty and pushing her away. It was then that she grabbed Mary’s big boobs and started fondling them.
“Yes, feel up my breasts!” says the woman. Mary snorted, her head tilted to the side.
“Well, feel up her tits!” says the author. I snarled, polishing the back of my dong.
As Lola massaged Mary’s bowling ball-sized nipples with her fingernails, she traced flames all over their huge, sensitive surfaces with her fingernails, and tweaked the girl’s engorged genitals with her thumbs.
Mary moaned, her body shaking in response. It was as if she had put into words what I’d been thinking and yearning for all this time: “Suck my tits!”
Lola caressed Mary’s left breast with the tip of her sassy tongue as she elevated her left breast and teased its extended nip. She kissed the bottom of Mary’s nipple, then swirled her tongue all over and around the gasping girl’s pebbly, pink areola, which was dripping with blood.
Before she sucked the heated protuberance into her mouth, she
putting it in my mouth and sucking on it
During this time, Lola tugged on my former lover’s tits, her hands clasping and massaging Mary’s knockers. I turned up the speed of my pole-polishing another 10 notches. The redhead’s dewy body shook with excitement as she gazed at the camera.
Finally, after shaking off Lola’s lips and hands, she unleashed some seductive tit-play of her own on the Spanish beauty, doing to the Spaniard’s fetuses what Lola had done to hers the night before.
“Yeah, baby!” says the narrator. With each inhale, Lola sighed, Mary playing with the girl’s burnished breasts, kissing her mocha buds and sucking and biting into her mocha buds while tugging on her nipple rings.
When I arrived, my beautiful, innocent Mary was everything but sweet and innocent, gnawing hungrily on her lover’s meaty nipples and queen-sized tits in a lesbian frenzy, and I couldn’t have been happier. After pushing Lola’s boobs apart, she latched onto the girl’s golden cleavage and sucked it with delight. Although the temperature in the stifling room had risen to a hundred degrees as I fiercely jabbed my rockhard dick, my nut sack was tightening in foreboding anticipation of what was about to happen.
“I’m going to finger-fuck you!” Lola let out a piercing scream.
When Mary dived down to the firecracker’s pussy, she left one of her hands on her breasts and the other on the firecracker’s pussy. She inserted two purple-tipped fingers into Lola’s baby-faced slit and began pumping the baby’s breast milk. Lola exhaled and shivered. Afterwards, she managed to get a firm grasp on one of Mary’s mothers and inserted her own silver-ringed fingers into her lover’s fur-dappled genitals.
“Holy sh*t!” says the narrator. When the two lustful women finger-fucked one other and woman-handled each other’s knockers, I marveled. I stood there wide-eyed and amazed.
The females increased their speed with each passing second. And I kept up with them. They frantically pumped pussy and toyed with titty, recklessly and ruthlessly pushing one another to the boiling point of orgasm, and driving me straight over the edge as a result of this.
These two breast-blessed babes are lezzing like mad, and their actions assault my senses with their sight, sound, and 24 scent. “Fuck the Almighty!” says . I screamed, yanking thick ropes of searing sperm from my burning cock with both hands.
With their luscious, sweat-slick bodies quivering with climax, Mary and Lola exclaimed their own joy to the world.
I praised their ferocious performance with one-handed zeal, spurt after spurt of sperm pouring out of my mouth. I waited until my balls were completely depleted and my cock completely depleted before the females fell together in each other’s arms, breast to boob and nipple to nipple.
Unfortunately, Lola was true to her promise, and I was never able to get my claws or a prick on either of the busty beauties again. However, I have a fresh path to take. Another person who has lately attracted my interest is this blonde, thirtysomething office manager with a beautiful rack…
