This one, happily is a true story. "Oh, sure," you reply, but it is. It really is. Just ask me. Enjoy.
He met Peggy for lunch and afterwards he took her back to her place where they had some wine and she began to get tipsy. He had noticed, when they met at Cantors, that her breasts were bigger and firmer than he remembered and wondered if she had gotten a boob job. He saw that the wine was making her woozy and remembered how a few drinks usually put her in an amorous mood, so he moved over to sit by her on the couch.
She leaned into him, looking into his eyes and he knew she was waiting to be kissed. He put his lips to hers and felt the tip of her tongue slip into his mouth. They kissed for awhile and then he began to feel her breasts through her blouse. She made a half-hearted effort to push his hand away, but he could tell she didn't mean it and continued feeling her up. He french kissed her while he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. Her brown nipples were visible through the white see through material of her bra, and he realized immediately that her boobs were much bigger than before. She had to have had a boob job. He put his hands on them and whispered in her ear.
"What a set of boobs."
She smiled and kissed him again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth so that he could suck the tip. He reached up to unfasten her bra at the front, popping it open so that her big jugs burst forth in all their glory. He sat back and looked at them.
"Oh...man..." he whispered, awed by her big, pear-shaped tits. "Beautiful..." he groaned.
She flushed at his passionate approval of her breasts and cupped them in her hands, lifting them so they formed some magnificent cleavage.
"You like them?"
He leaned forward and tongued one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his face. He sucked one nipple, then the other, reaching now to squeeze and knead her big jugs. She leaned back so that she was half-reclining on the couch. He saw her eyes flit down to his crotch, checking to see if he had a hard on and of course, he did. He sucked and played with her tits for a long time before he tried to move his hand up under her skirt to get to her pussy. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand between her thighs. He tried to push her legs apart and succeeded in moving his hand closer to the heated triangle beneath her nylon panties.
"Don't...." she whispered.
He kissed her again, frenching her, finding her tongue with his so that in another half a minute she let him push his palm flat against her panty covered pussy. She was getting extremely excited and he felt her juices seeping through her panties. He took her hand and placed it on his erection, holding it there until she began to rub it for him. She worked her hand up and down on his bulge and broke from a kiss to look down at it.
"I'll make you cum with my hand, okay?"
He nodded and let her push him back slightly so that she could undo his belt and unzip his pants. He shifted slightly to pull his pants down over his hips so she could get to his cock. She pulled his underwear aside and his cock sprang up in front of her. She made a soft sound in her throat and licked her lower lip, letting her tongue rest there in a familiar expression of lust. She gripped his cock in her hand and began to jack him off, pulling the foreskin down tight so that the head stood out in purple relief against his flesh.
"Hell-o, big-cock." she said, smiling.
He watched her work her hand up and down on his cock and reach with her other hand to pull a box of Kleenex to within easy reach. He knew a handjob wasn't going to be enough. He wanted her mouth on his cock and knew she would blow him if he handled it right. It was her favorite thing. Blow jobs. She was very, very oral. But he would have to make her do it. She had a thing about not wanting to look like a slut in these situations. She leaned forward now, and began rubbing his cock around on her breasts, teasing her nipples with it, leaving a small trail of early cum. She pressed his hard dick between her cleavage now and began jacking him off with her boobs. She tucked her chin in to look down at the big head of his cock protruding from between her tits. He groaned from the sheer pleasure of it all.
"Cum on my boobs," she murmured, mistaking his groan for an approaching orgasm and straightening up, releasing his cock from between her breasts so that she could finish him with her hand. She leaned in close, expecting to take his load on the silky flesh of her breasts.
He reached up and put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her down toward his crotch. She fought with him, pressing back, trying to straighten up. He slid off the couch, getting to his feet, her hand still gripping his cock as he stood in front of her.
"I can't blow you, okay?" she looked up at him.
He pressed his cock to her lips and she turned away.
"I'm not going to blow you," she said, turning back to him, again. "Not this time." She gave him a wicked smile that made him want it more. He entwined the fingers of one hand in her thick hair and pulled her to his cock. She let him rub it around on her face, sliding it across her full lips.
"Ummmmm...." she murmured. "Just let me do it with my hand, okay?" She smiled up at him again, looking to see if he was going to go along with what she wanted. She didn't want to be a slut, but he could see that she wouldn't mind too much having his cock in her mouth.
"Do it, Peggy...do it..." he said, pushing it against her lips again.
"No..." she breathed, turning so that his cock slid across her cheek.
"Kiss it...just...put your lips on it."
She made that noise again, almost a laugh, but different, looking up at him, enjoying his need. She licked her lips, moistening them before pressing them to the head of his cock, making it pulse and throb in her hand. She kissed it several times, moving her lips around on the head, moving down the shaft and back up again.
"Lick it." he told her. She let the tip of her tongue slide from between her lips and perfect teeth. She tickled the head of his cock with it. He groaned and she used more of her tongue to circle his cock, making it shiny with her saliva. He held her head with both hands and pushed his cock into her mouth. She made a noise of protest, but he held her so that she couldn't move. He felt her hot breath coming from her nostrils, warming his shaft. The head of his cock lay in the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue moving under the shaft. He began forcing her mouth up and down on his cock, holding onto her by the hair. She reached to push his hands away from her head and began sucking him on her own. She worked on his cock for a long minute and then let it slip from her mouth.