My first girlfriend in college had a true set of 42DD juggs. Melinda and I met
in the registration line since our last names started with the same letter, B.
Standing in line, I heard someone behind me and my upper arm kind of brushed her
big soft titties as I turned to see who might be there. I didn't apologize at
first because she laughed at my expression when I saw --and felt-- her nipples
right through her thin summer-weight sweater. Then she apologized for laughing
at me. "Obviously," she said, "I'm not offended. And it's my fault, anyway, for
standing so -- close. It's all my fault," she added glancing down at my
stiffening bone, clearly visible, I was sure, right through my pants! She
stepped even closer, her titties brushing against my chest this time. "I'm so
sorry," she breathed, "I'm embarrassing you. I'll stand where no one else can
see and you think of 'Things That Are Soft' like on that pyramid game show.
Peaches, softballs, melons, beach balls...." Her suggestions didn't really help
any what with her own plush cantaloupes resting on my chest and her nipples hard
as little pebbles against me. She had a ton of curly, dark blonde hair, the
color you're just dying to find out, is it natural? Her dark-blue eyes looked
like the water off Catalina Island on one of those bright winter afternoons
everyone moves to California to enjoy. "I'm Melinda Brest," she said, giggling.
"Will Burrows," I managed. I knew Melinda meant "sweet" and I made a little bet
with myself that I'd find out if they were. She kept teasing me in line there
until I had to excuse myself and go jack-off in the bathroom. I imagined sliding
my dick between those globes while I played with the nipples, pinching and
pulling --not too hard-- but just enough to make her squeal as I spurted hard
enough to get cum on her chin. She had saved my place in line when I got back
and said, "My turn now." She was gone a long time and came back with a very
satisfied look. I almost had to excuse myself again thinking about what she
might be doing while she was gone. I imagined her with one hand inside her skirt
while the other played with her tits. We ended up taking a class together in
Modern Erotic Film Appreciation which involved watching some of the very best
porn ever filmed. She dared me to take the class with her and I took that dare.
Most of the time we watched videos in a well-lit room, sitting at long tables on
straight back chairs. Sometimes, we remembered to take notes. The instructor,
Dr. Rachel Welland liked to walk around the room and watch the guys try to sit
still while blondes, brunettes and redheads licked, stroked and pumped their
partners to spurting climaxes on their bodies. She liked to wear really short,
tight, black skirts with pale, short-sleeved blouses you could almost see thru,
black high-heels and off-black or off-white hose. A true looker herself, tall
with long, straight, black hair past a really fine ass, the doctor would make
noises as she walked around. Sometimes you wondered if she knew she was doing
it, sometimes you felt pretty sure she knew. "Mmm," she'd say, standing with her
legs a foot apart, one hand on her own ass and the other, a fist, pushed up
between her shapely chichis. "Uhh-uh!" You wanted to grab your meat and get rid
of the tension by stroking off right there in the middle of class but you didn't
know whether to look at the screen or Dr. Welland. Once we watched an actual
film --not a video-- with some hot ladies cooling off in front of an open fire
hydrant and a couple of firemen there to use their tools for the ladies
pleasure. The whole scene took place on a New York street and people in the
movie watched from their tenement windows. With the room darkened, Melinda moved
her chair close to mine, just ahead of me and while the wet New York T-shirts
came off, Melinda pulled up her sweater top then pushed her hand into my lap and
unzipped my pants! Dr. Welland stood almost right in front of us, legs apart,
her back arched, arms crossed, hugging her titties against herself. "Mm. Fuh.
Mm." She seemed to be concentrating on the film where a big fireman let two
girls play with his pole. "Undo my bra," whispered Melinda, "it fastens in
front." With one hand she pulled my dong out and used her knuckle against the
underside just behind the tip. With her other hand she guided mine to her bra
fastening. The naked New Yorkers splashed and pumped and licked their firemen,
one girl taking a whole cock in her mouth like a sword-swallower. Dr. Welland
pulled her skirt up to her waist with her right hand and fingered her clit with
the other. "La. Ee-ee. Nn-mm-mm." With both arms around Melinda, I got her bra
unfastened and her big, pillowy breasts filled my hands. I mashed her nipples
between my fingers, as they got hard, I got harder. Melinda put her free hand
into her own skirt and began to echo the doctor. "Fuh, muh, fuh-uhh-uhh!" It was
cum-overload! --what with the slick, wet, New York ladies fucking their
beefaloid firemen on the screen, and Dr. Welland moaning and rocking in front of
me and Melinda's big titties in my hands and her hand in my crotch!-- I think I
lost brain cells when I came! THE END
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