I was watching a video of SpaceX’s fascility at Boca Chica, Texas the other day when they showed the weight test bags hanging from the Chopsticks on the Launch Tower. Most people commented that they looked like “balls” as in testicles but they more reminded me of a woman’s tits I once had the privilege of fondling. This happened when I was about 50. I had been on AMM perving at big tits to wank to and messaging the occasional woman to see if they were interested in a few horny messages. I usually got knocked back but I have had some good exchanges over the years and met up with a few women as a result. This one woman was about ten years older than me and married. Hubby didn’t know about her being on AMM which was fine but she just wanted to talk dirty and to show off her tits to anyone who cared to view them. As I said I was looking for tits to wank over and someone messaging you whose tits you can see is so much better than general perving.

I had a lady friend that I was boning at the time from another web site and so we both knew that we dabbled with others.

This woman from AMM had asked more than once if I liked her tits and she had given me access to her private gallery. I told her that I did indeed like her tits and that I had expended quiet a few violent jerks of cum whilst ogling them. She seemed delighted that I had orgasmed over seeing her tits on the screen. Hearing that, I decide to try my luck and proposition her. She asked me what I had in mind and so I told her directly that I wanted to fuck her. She seemed a little taken aback as she went quiet and didn’t reply to my message. I think a few days went by and a message appeared. She had gone away and thought about it and said that she wanted to remain faithful to her husband and so she would not have sex with me (her words not mine), but if I liked her tits so much she would have me to her place when hubby was at work so that I could meet her tits in person. I was in my bargaining mode period back then and so I stuck to my guns and insisted on boning her. More silence re messages. A few days later she messaged again. I had just come home from work I think and so when I saw her message I was excited to say the least. Mind you it might have been her telling me to get lost but any message back then was exciting and really got my cock interested. I used to love getting home from work and going onto my computer to see who (if anyone) had messaged me on AMM. I wanked myself sore regularly back in those days and had to abstain until the knob recovered several times. She reiterated that she wouldn’t fuck me but suggested that she suck me instead. I can’t remember ever turning down a blow job and so I accepted her terms and showed up at the arranged time at her house down at Heathcoat in Sydney’s South.

Her house backed onto the National Park and was quite secluded although the neighbours would have been able to see me as I walked up the path to the house. She answered the door with a big smile and dressed in a loose fitting top/smock sort of thing and slacks. The smile sort of faded. I don’t whether she was put off because I was ugly (although she had seen my face photo) or by my 6’3” height as she was 5’4” if that or maybe it was just the fact that I was standing there and she was almost obliged to flash her tits to a complete stranger. She was solidly built and must have had twenty kilos on me and it looked good on her. She was average to quiet, certainly not outgoing but I like that.

She led me into the lounge dining room and stood in the center of the room and I stood in front of her. There were no niceties like “would you like a tea or coffee?” it was straight into it. Even as she stood there she was slightly thrusting out her chest and the smock was doing its best to cover what must have been (and are) big tits. I can’t remember what was said but it would have been something like “well, it is nice to meet you at last” but mid sentence I reached forward and held one of her tits (and magnificent it was!) as I continued to finish my sentence. Her mouth dropped open in mild astonishment but then she recovered and smiled as I felt her. I tried to get through the smock but it was one of those pull over your head things without access for prying hands to get to tits. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to a room with a double bed in it. It must have been the spare bedroom or guest room as it was very tidy and there were no personal items on the dressing table. In hindsight the spare room was probably a good idea lest hubby find something incriminating if we carried on our debauchery in their bedroom.

Once there I resumed trying to grope her tits through this smock without success. She realised the problem, peeled the smock off, threw it onto a chair and stood there naked except for a bikini top from the waist up. Yes she had on a bikini top, not a bra. It was a very hard working bikini top and her breasts filled it out very well. It reminded me of two over full water balloons straining and trying not to explode.

The “cups” of the bikini were like two bags and she must have poured her tits into them, filling them out and straining the thin material to breaking point it seemed just how the water bags in the SpaceX video appear. I was in my “Big Tits!!!” period back then. Come to think of it, I still am! Each breast was the size of a small rock melon. I could just make out the nipples squashed against the tightly stretched material. The two halves of the bikini were joined by a string that met at the middle in a little bow that was suspended seemingly out over the chasm that was her cleavage. Being a guy I thought that if I pulled on the string of the bow it would release these excellently large melons but of course it was either sewn shut and not meant to open that way or I managed to stuff it up. I wasn’t sure what the purpose of the string was but I suppose her tits would have swung about without it. In hindsight I can’t see anything wrong with that, but then again I am not a bikini designer. After a few attempts by me undoing her bikini top as she looked on, she grew impatient and somehow released the back of the bikini and let it fall forward. I wasn’t normally that inept when it came to undressing a woman, maybe the size of the tits was affecting my brain. She then peeled what there was of it off her fun bags and leant forward to let them dangle out and down. These tits were big, not ginormous but big and had faint stretch marks on the sides to confirm that. She jiggled them from side to side as she had no doubt done for guys all of her life and they swayed about like knockers in a very big church bell, fatter and fuller at the bottom as they hung down, the weight pulling the sides of the breast in. So horny! My tool wanted to leap between them (it’s an animal!). I tried to cup both of them, one in each hand but I was having myself on as neither hand even came close to encompassing one of these tits by itself. I was both overcome and excited by the sheer quantity of tit in front of me. I decided to concentrate on one tit at a time and held one with one hand and pinched the nipple with the other, rolling it between my finger and thumb before clamping my mouth down over the nipple and as much of the areola as I could get into my mouth and sucked with a pulsating slurping action like a little suckling pig. There were ooos, ahhhs and little ooohs that I could hear as I made a very close inspection of her chest while slurping and sucking. She held my head. I wasn’t sure whether it was to hold my head on her tit or to hold it off as the excitement was bordering on pain perhaps but she didn’t seem to want me to stop. She removed her hands from my head and let her arms flop down and back as she thrust out her chest for more attention. I switched to tit number two and leaving one hand to fondle saliva covered tit number one, still struggling in vain to encompass the whole tit in that one hand and kneading and fondling the soft skin as it squelched between my fingers.

She reached up, grabbed the back of my head and pulled it between her tits rubbing my face on them and then burying my head between them with a quiet fiendish chuckle. I held her waist and wallowed in the warmth of her breasts, rubbing my face between her tits, kissing, licking and slobbering my way back to the surface before diving in again, reveling in all of the flesh of these melons.

I led her over to the bed and sat her down. I was mesmerised by the round fullness of her breasts. Somewhere deep down where ancient male female attraction genes reside along with the instinct for the continuation of the species, there was something that drives heterosexual men crazy when they see a naked woman’s body. Sure a pretty face goes a long way as does a compatible personality but it doesn’t explain why so many guys find themselves talking to a woman’s tits when she wears say a well filled out blouse or a low cut neckline. Can it simply be that a woman with large breasts will be able to feed the young and lots of ‘em when guys are seeking out a female to root and to be a mother to their progeny? Or are men just randy little bastards and don’t care what attracts them to tits and arses.

The desire to lay their tools in the cleavage of a woman’s breasts and to rub their genitals all over those breasts is a little more cloudy and obscured but what the heck it feels good and seems to bring out the animal in guys or this one at least. I had my tool out in an instant and laid the length of pre-cum wet meat on her chest, well in her cleavage actually (see what mean?). Her eyes lit up at the sight of my cock standing out pointing at her, the knob wet with pre-cum, looking ominous. I held her shoulders and guiding my tool awkwardly with my hips, I rubbed it all over each breast, poking the knob into the sides, up underneath and then into the nipples and areolas as she moved her shoulders to present her chest and tits for attention, holding up each breast with her hands as I swapped back forth. Animal lust overwhelmed me. With one hand I grabbed around the base of my cock and under my scrotum, strangling my balls into two shiny scrotum covered orbs with my rampant cock waving around, the knob a purple colour and glistening with pre-cum and strained to wipe them all over which ever tit wandered close enough, standing on my tip toes to reach every bit of tit I could. I held onto her shoulder with my other hand to steady myself and she giggled at my awkward, frenzied desperate activity but also eagerly thrust out her tits, pushing them up with her hands cupped under them so as not to miss out on any contact with my genitals.

I came very close to ejaculating all over her tits but energy must have deserted me as I collapsed back down off my tip toes to stand flat on my feet, releasing my tool from my grip to flop in the crack between her melons. She pushed them together engulfing my poor tool and I watched the knob disappear at first only to reappear as if from nowhere between the fascinating plump roundness of the crevice created by her breasts. I held her arms again and moving my whole body I thrust my tool up and down almost to frenzy pitch in the quietness of the room. I asked if she had any lube as my pre-cum wasn’t quite up to the dryness between her tits. She looked up as if thinking, leapt up and raced out of the room tits jiggling and arse wobbling wonderfully as she went, only to return seconds later, running before plonking herself back down on the bed in her position before me and my cock. She squirted lube into her hand and in a near orgasmic massage applied it to my knob and then my shaft and balls. I don’t why the balls needed it but better safe than sorry I suppose. Maybe she just liked playing with my balls and I certainly didn’t mind.

With cock suitably lubed I resumed my tit fucking and pleasant it was. I watched my shaft rooting between her tits, sliding back and forth, the knob appearing and disappearing between her cleavage, my groin and the base of my cock slapping into her nipples as I drove my hips into her. Her mouth dropped open and she kissed the knob on one of the upthrusts, on the next one the knob slipped into her mouth and out again with a moist slurping noise as I repeated it again and again until she lost interest in me fucking her tits and let them drop away, taking the tool properly in her mouth and swallowing it until she gagged. There ensued a bit of coughing and gagging and then a very good blow job as she went about her task with great gusto and eagerness which in itself was such a turn on let alone the sensation of her lips wrapped around my knob and shaft as she held/played with my balls. I was enjoying myself but I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer and out of courtesy I informed her (incase she wasn’t a swallower) that I was going to cum. She didn’t move just kept her mouth there like a vagina and I blew my load exploding into her mouth with a climax that made my ears pop as I strained every muscle in my body to deliver my squirts of hot jism down her throat. It felt like my balls were going to appear in my throat.

I wiped myself off, stuffed my tool and balls away as she pulled her pancho thingy back over her head to cover her tits, mumbling something about hubby coming home soon. I thanked her, which prompted a lovely smile and I watched her tits wobbling delightfully under her top as she walked me to the door. The whole episode didn’t last more than forty or so minutes but it was delightful.