His and Hers Tits - Temptation and Proposition

Canada is a progressive and liberal country. Toronto is its largest city and an incredible place to find state-of-the-art hybrid sexual beauty. Let's talk tits, for example. Young girls with cunts get new and enhanced tits every day. Now it's wonderful to see young girls with cocks get the same high-tech perfect tits; I'll tell you about Brandi from Toronto, what a sensual vision.

First let me tell you that the old phrase, "the best of both worlds," is much too trite to describe the modern TS from TO. These women ARE women. That they have pretty cocks actually makes them all the more sensually feminine. ANY guy would have the best love of his life if lucky enough to date and marry one of these passionate, intelligent, and ultimately sexy babe of babes.

If I had the time to treasure and adore her as she needs and deserves, if I wasn't usually a couple of hours away across the border, she would be the one I'd get down on my knees for. I think the proposal would be outdoors on a warm spring day in the North Woods. Before the black fly season, nude romps in the Canadian forest are superb. May is a great time. Temperatures hit the mid 70s, the wild flowers are urging full bloom, the bright sun filters through the pines lighting the stage for drama and romance.

Brandi, now a nubile and wise 24 years old, would be the girl. cute new hiking boots with short white socks followed up the longest, slenderist, smoothest legs to short-short denim cut-offs. Her long dark hair drapes back over her bright-red flannel shirt with both her hair and shirt highlighting the sensitive beauty of the most cute, prettiest face in the world. Only lipstick, a dark rouge with pencil outlines on the pout, grin, and smile that flashes the model-white teeth of the perfect and most-talented mouth. She wears the red flannel untucked (girls look so sexy in an oversized man's shirt, which they keep perfectly pressed but fresh and soft). And only the two middle buttons hold it together -- her ultra round cleavage constantly bathed in the spring sunshine, further accentuating her beautiful face, and with an occasional reveal of the toned abs and cute little innie navel.

She wears the first gift she received from me. Holding and caressing the best-feeling, best-shaped 38-Cs is the imported Italian silk bra I helped her buy after our first date. She loves those sexy $500 bras, the delicate and translucent lace is the perfect tribute to the breasts her mother bought her two years ago. The bras and her mother are her two biggest supporters in achieving her ultimate feminine body. Only her mother could have convinced the country's best surgeon to work on a girl with a cock, the only he's ever done (classic art sculptures for only $10 grand), and as always magnificent work. In fact, she needs no bra as the breasts remain wonderfully shaped and firm even as she romps nude, but with absolutely no hint that they are artificial in any way. But the open shirt and the very low-cut bra makes an outstanding package in those times when at least some clothes must be worn.

Although we both have hazel eyes and I also have new hiking boots, denim shorts, and a flannel shirt (mine is hunter green), my strawberry blonde hair is an effective and striking contrast to her raven hair and ravenous beauty. While her cock is waxed completely smooth, she loves that above my smooth-shaved balls is proof that I am a true strawberry blonde. She loves to comb her lovely fingers through the soft curly hair I have above and below as she delicately and lovingly caresses my nearly-always-hard, pefectly straight, perfectly-shaped (her flattering opinion) 8-inch cock and gently tussles my head as we lock into hour-long kisses of passion.

She's a goddess to be adored slowly, deliberately, fully. We've talked of marriage before. Today, as I said, I'll be down on my knees. Although I know she loves and will love me completely, she wants to have the kinkiest of weddings and a combined bachellor/bachellorette party. For the bachellor/bachellorette party she wants one of our shemale dominatrix friends to run the show. Everyone there will have a cock, except for extra kink she wants a lesbian video crew to record all events. The party and the wedding will have to be stories told later and seperately because I have to get back to my babe in the woods. For now, suffice to say that she wants us cum-covered and piss-covered at the pre-wedding party and for the wedding ring exchange to be onto our hard cocks, with wedding apparel custom made to have wedding party cocks always exposed, and for her tits to get bare so I can lick the wedding cake off of them. Like I said, she's perfect.

Back to the woods. Her picnics are the best. Champagne, strawberries, cream, chocolate syrup, cock-shaped hot dogs, with all but the hot dogs applied to and licked from each other. Because I want to celebrate, I want to start quickly. We find our clearing deep in the woods, spread the blanket, unpack the food. We both love to replay these moments, so our video camera is on a tripod and running. There is a thick-branched willow in the background and I have her sit on a low horizontal branch and do some sexy poses while I zoom and focus the camera, boosting the volume control so we'll be recorded clearly. The champagne is Dom Perignon at $150 per bottle, and I have several. Temperature is near 80, we're warm from the hike, but the bubbly is near freezing. To my tantalizing instruction, she unbuttons her shirt, pops the champagne cork in a way that has her bent down to see all the cleavage. Then she soaks the expensive bra with the ice-cold expensive champagne. Her always hard nipples practically pop through the sheer bra now.

I approach and she screams to see my hard cock. My shirt is unbuttoned and my shorts dropped to my ankles immediately -- no underwear, just the 8-inches she loves. I step out of the shorts, she's dropped her shirt, and a very hard bulge is seen in her short shorts. She's going to have to hike out with no shorts and no bra because to her surprise but delight I unsheath a long sharp huting knife and insert the blade between her tits, from the bottom, sharp side out. A gentle tug and the Italian bra is shredded in two and her breasts are bare and throbbing. More champagne on them, then from a thermos I pour the hot chocolate syrup over her breasts then lick them clean. Next the knife deftly cuts her short shorts to shreds, revealing a see-through Victoria Secret red thong. Champagne gets poured in, then the hot syrup, then the thong is knifed off while I suck through it.

Hands above her head, dripping bare breasts, bare-assed rock-hard silky-smooth cock at attention, she sits on the limb while I drop to my knees. After teasing her with 30 minutes of ultimate champagne and chocolate covered cock sucking, she explodes and I have to grab her slender long legs to keep her on balance on the limb. She still can't speak because of the orgasmic intensity, and I look up from my knees, see the most perfect feminine vision from the ideal perpective, and ask her to be my bride.

"Get up on this fucking branch, shove that champagne, chocolate, and your cock up my ass, because I want to scream." No hesitation on my part, and she yells loud enough to cover the world, "Fuck yes I'll marry you. I want your cock, your ass, and your cock-sucking forever. My tits, my cock, my ass, all of me are yours and yours alone!"

This story started out as a dream, but it took me months to write to make it perfect. Now I have to tell you that early on I decided the best way to finish the story was to make it real. We had the ultimate sexual celebration, and she sneakily cut up my pants too so we both had to return with bare but always hardening cocks. She's working out details on the bachellor/bachellorette party now, with wedding plans to follow. I've never seen her so happy, and I couldn't be happier that my down-on-my knees cocksucking proposition worked out so well. Her mother is thrilled for us too. Brandi has such a good relationship with her that she even showed her the video of the proposition, which her mother thinks is the most romantic proposition she could imagine, and she agrees that the video should be shown at the bachellor/bachellorette party and maybe even at the wedding reception.

I'm sure I'll have more to tell as the wedding bells approach, but me and my belle are sure going to live happily ever after.