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My huge tits really are a thing of beauty. They get attention everywhere I go. I remember going to West Wittering beach last summer with a few friends, all day the guys and even a few of the girls, stared at my tits in my skimpy bikini.
The flimsy triangles of material barely covered my big nips, let alone my massive tits! Towards the end of the day the beach began to clear, yet it was still hot. Finding a secluded little spot on my own, I whipped the top off, settled down on my blanket and carried on reading my kinky book.
I was on my back, my head propped up by my folded towel, with my knees raised and parted slightly. I reached a steamy part in the story and could feel the ache in my pussy building with every paragraph.
I tried my best to ignore it, but the more I read the more unbearable it became. I slapped the book down into the sand with a huff. I needed a break from it before I ended up finger fucking myself right there on the beach!
I reached for my sun lotion, I could feel my sensitive skin starting to burn, especially around my nipples. I poured a generous amount of cream into my palms and began to massage it into my arms, shoulders, tits...
It was when I’d just started to circle my big, hard nipples with my palms that I realised my spot in the sand wasn’t as secluded as I’d first thought. ‘Want some help there?’ I heard and I gasped in shock, my head flying around to see where the voice had come from.
I was surrounded by tiny sand dunes, it appeared that a man, around the same age as me had set up his little ‘camp’ on the other side of one of the dunes. I could, perhaps should have been a little embarrassed at being spotted, topless and massaging cream into my tits.
But I wasn’t embarrassed, far from it in fact. I watched his eyes drop to where my palms continued to circle my nipples. I noted the steadily growing bulge in his shorts and smiled. Looks like I wouldn’t need to relieve my aching clit by myself after all... ‘You can help’ I told him, releasing my tits and holding up the bottle of lotion. He jumped over the dune, took the bottle from me and poured it over my chest. My tits were already covered, but I wasn’t about to deny him a good feel.
His hands slid all over my massive tits, his thumbs teased my big, hard nipples. ‘These are amazing’ he whispered. ‘Bet you’d love to fuck them’ I said, nonchalantly. His hands paused, mid stroke.
‘Fuck yes’ he said. ‘So do it’ I egged him on ‘fuck my tits right here on the beach. I’ll finger my pussy and we’ll both get to cum in the sun.’ He jumped to his feet, taking a quick peek around the still secluded beach before shimmying out of his shorts.
I followed suit, peeling off my bikini bottoms and circling two fingers against my clit. I was half propped up on one elbow, he was on his knees, stroking his fat cock, coating it with the excess cream on his hands.
He took the weight of my tits, one in each hand and slid his cock into the smooth, warm, wet cavern of my cleavage, squeezing my tits together as he did. He squeezed and massaged them rhythmically, making short, fast thrusts with his hips.
My pussy was soaking my inner thighs, my clit throbbed painfully. I had been primed to cum for what felt like hours. A stranger fucking my tits in the summer sun was more than enough to send me over the edge.
‘Ohhhh yessss’ he moaned, his grip on my tits tightening, his hips thrusting harder, faster. I buried my fingers deep in my fat, wet pussy, my muscles gripping them tightly as I started to cum.
‘Ahhh ahhhh I’m cumming’ I cried ‘Oh fuck yeah I’m cumming.’ ‘I’m gonna cum all over your fat tits’ he said, through clenched teeth, squeezing and fucking me frantically now.
Thick, warm wads of cum squirted from his cock, hitting my chin and my neck. Slowly it ran down my chest, coating my tits and hanging from my nipples.
Mmmmm I could still feel him twitching between them. My pussy still throbbed with sensitivity. That was far hotter than anything I could have read in a book!
