The Legend of Carole

She seemed delighted I had asked and teasingly lifted up her vest to expose the divine pair in all their majestic glory. They were bigger than I had ever imagined and yet somehow adorably upright and firm. The erect little nipples were now sticking fully out and a long shadow was cast across her chest by the underside of each breast.

My face must have said it all but I added a few inept words all the same: “They are amazing”.

I was praying this was going to go further. I couldn’t believe my luck. Gorgeous Carole Gallacher, the stuff of local legend, was perched here on the bed in front of me, holding her top up to reveal her extraordinary beautiful tits. It doesn’t get any better than this, I thought to myself, and then it did.

Letting the tight vest stay wedged above them for a moment, Carole cupped her tits softly in each hand and gently squeezed them together for me, creating a cleavage so deep it looked like you could get lost inside. This looked incredible. She giggled teasingly again and then pulled the vest down again to cover them up.

By this time I was feeling extraordinarily turned on and far less eager than Carole to let the situation remain as just a bit of harmless drunken flirting.

"Let me see them again?", I implored her but she shook her head in an abrupt way and said "no more, I'm afraid".

So near and yet so far, I thought to myself, frustrated but keeping a smile on my face. Carole was clearly shifting from that realm of happy, drunken stupor to sleepy, drunken exhaustion. I couldn't bear it. How could she fall asleep after that? It was like training all your life for an Olympic event, only to lose out at the starting pistol.

I hesitated for a moment and then went over to the bed. I sat beside her and reached my lips in to kiss her. She didn't resist and allowed me to press my mouth softly against her own but she put no enthusiasm into the return kiss and instead, giggled sleepily with the words, "what are you doing?".

I ignored her and went to kiss her again, this time allowing my tongue to explore hers, as our two mouths met. It was the most sensational kiss for me but it still appeared to make little impact on Carole. "Sleepy time", she smiled, breaking away from my lips.

I couldn't bear to leave it at this and, fearing I may soon be kicked out of her room, I boldly reached my hands out and cupped her magnificent breasts from the outside of her vest. She again put up no resistance but her eyes were heavy and she remained pretty lifeless, slumped as she was against the wall with a drunken smile on her face. I continue to squeeze and play with her beautiful firm tits and I felt the nipples harden again through the cotton. All my Christmas's had come at once. If the guys could only have seen me now: perched on the edge of Carole's bed, playing with her adorable tits. So what if she was barely conscious.

I could have been insulted that, despite the inordinate pleasure I was getting from playing with her in this way, she appeared to be finding it difficult to stay awake. But to be honest, I was having too much fun to worry about it. A smile remained on her face throughout and every now and then she would mutter slurred words like "you are naughty" or "what are you doing?". But she always said them with the same dreamy grin and making no effort to stop me.

Feeling more aroused by the second, I now more boldly lifted the vest up above her breasts and moved my massage to the flesh itself. I couldn't believe how soft and firm these breasts felt. Women would pay thousands of dollars, I thought, to have fake tits that were half as good as these. It was so sexy the way the solid balloon-shaped orbs emerged from the tiniest waist. Carole still had a smile on her face, but was now half asleep. I seized the opportunity to go even further.

Reaching my right hand along the flat skin of her stomach, I lifted up the loose waist band to her jogging pants, and slipped it inside. I could feel the soft skin on her thighs and the fabric of her panties underneath. I tested Carole by pressing my fingertips gently between her legs. Her eyes remained closed, the smile still fixed upon her face. More daringly still, I reached my fingers into the top of the panties and felt the lightest coating of pubic hair. And then I found the opening to her pussy. It was warm and deliciously damp. Her legs seemed to widen a little further, which may have been a conscious or involuntary motion.

After playing with her wet little pussy for a moment, I decided she would have stopped me by now if she objected to what I was doing, so I decided to take the initiative to move things further. Removing my hand from the waistband of her trousers, I climbed up to kneeling on the bed and straddled her outstretched legs. She was still leaning back against the wall and her eyes opened for a brief moment as I climbed on top of her. "What are you doing?...", she asked again with slurred speech, "...naughty". She gave a little giggle and her eyes closed again.

I quickly unzipped the fly of my suit trousers. Reaching inside and following a moment of readjustment, I pulled my penis out. It was incredibly stiff and wet at the tip. Unfastening my belt and the top button of my trousers, I let it spring free fully. It was just an inch or two away from Carole's exposed tits, with her vest still riding above them.

I wasn't sure if Carole was aware what I had just done, so I waited a few moments before shuffling closer to her against the wall, and pressing my erection tentatively up against the cleavage of her bare breasts. Her eyes did not open. But she was still smiling inanely. Could it be this was really happening? Was I really about to tit-fuck the most notorious pair of breasts in the whole College? The answer fortunately, was yes.

Leaning over her thighs, I took hold of my erection and guided it into the space in her cleavage. The sensation was awesome. Positioning one hand on each breast, I pressed the two together, clamping myself firmly inbetween. This was a sight never to be forgotten. A clear liquid oozed from the end of me as I started to very softly buck my hips up and down. Carole appeared oblivious to what I was doing but I could tell she was fully aware and simply offering no resistance. I wrapped her breasts further around my shaft and continued this slow but adorable tit-wank. I was tempted to remove her vest which was still prized above her chest, but I feared it might be too big a gesture and could fully rouse her. I didn't want to give her the slightest chance to change her mind about what she was allowing me to do.

Every thrust was heaven as I fucked the deep cavern between this beautiful girls tits. And then I noticed that, not too far from where we were sat, on the dressing table, amongst the various perfumes and bottles of 'women's things', there was a bottle of baby oil. Would I be pushing my luck, I wondered, to use a little? Hell, I may never get another opportunity like this and Carole was not complaining. I had to momentarily free my erection from the jail of her breasts as I reached over and picked up the baby oil. I squeezed a more than liberal pool of the oily liquid into my palm and rubbed my hands together until they were covered. Then I placed my hands upon her tits. It felt blissfully divine. Running my hands all over her, making them more and more greasy.

It was pleasure enough just to play with them like this, the nipples all stiff and proud and the flesh so firm on each of these exquisite orbs. But my throbbing penis would not let me forget where Carole and I had so recently left off, and I edged back along the bed until I was home once again in the warmth of her cleavage. The whole area was so oily by now that there was no difficulty sliding quite rapidly in and out between them. The picture before me then will be forever imbedded in my mind: My huge slippery cock frantically fucking the oily gap between Carole’s tits. My hands clasped her breasts together more tightly and I pressed my penis firmly to her chest to give me more leverage for the titty-fucking.

There was no need for further lubrication but as I was feeling dirtier by the second now, watching the tip of my penis appear and disappear between the slippery flesh of her tits, I grapped the baby oil and this time, instead of pouring the liquid out into my hand, simply squirted it directly from the bottle, all over my cock and her tits. Carole winced slightly at what must have been the cool temperature of the oil against her skin, but she soon resumed her smiling expression, and now even began to try and open her eyes to watch what was going on.

It was so slippery by now and my thrusts had become so vigorous that I would occasionally misjudge and my penis would slip out or slide across one of her nipples, but I worked hard to get it quickly back into place every time. Carole looked down and watched this big thing emerging and disappearing between her cleavage. She was still sleepy and drunk but now seemed rather fascinated too.

Taking advantage of the fact that she was looking down at the slippery tit-fuck, I found that on each upstroke, because of the speed at which I was thrusting, I was able to "accidentally" nudge the head of my penis against her mouth. She wasn't fully receptive each time but on some thrusts, I was able to get the tip completely between her lips. This added a whole new heavenly dimension. Now I had both the sensation and spectacular view of my cock vigorously fucking her tits and mouth simultaneously.

Suddenly I felt overwhelmingly that I was about to come on her. The pleasure was building inside me and I felt like a lust-consumed madman preparing for the orgasm of a lifetime. Breaking away from the tit-fuck, I was now thrusting so fast that I was really just fucking at her mouth. With one hand I wanked myself back and forth and on each upward thrust tried to force my cock further into her mouth. She was more receptive and even released her tongue to meet it on each entry. I literally howled in pleasure as I pulled my cock out from between her lips and it began violently jerking and spunking all over her tits. One powerful jet after another of hot sperm showered down over her nipples, up across her neck and vest, and one stream went flying as far as her hair. It was a delirious ecstasy I cannot begin to adequately describe.

When it was over I was breathing like a pensioner who had just run a marathon. My eyes remained transfixed on Carole's beautiful pair of tits, covered in mountains of creamy white spunk. My soaking cock started to retreat between my legs.

Carole didn't move a muscle. She remained contented and still, her breasts and neck dripping with sperm; one globule still hanging from her hair. She simply closed her eyes sleepily again and said once more, "what are you doing?" with a tipsy grin.

"Sorry", I said softly and with a smile, fastening up my trousers, "I was just finding out if the legend was true".

There was a pause.

"And is it?", she asked me.

I wiped her breasts with a tissue and kissed them gently, once on each.

"No", I said, "the legend's got nothing on you".