I've been aware of Kate Upton, as well as her family, since before she became the famous Sports Illustrated model we all know today. She was born in my hometown of St. Joseph, MI. Her uncle was the district's congressman for years, and her great-grandfather founded a large appliance manufacturer based in the area.
One summer day a couple of years ago I was on Silver Beach, the city's beach that sits on Lake Michigan, catching some rays when I spotted a vision in the distance walking along the water's edge. As she approached, the closer she got, the more I thought, "No way is that her."
The woman wore a large floppy hat, oversized sunglasses, and a breezy cover over a fairly modest two-piece bikini. But Kate has a, shall we say, unique physical build. Still, the closer she got, I was still thinking, "No way."
I decided I had to get a closer look. I lifted myself off the towel and walked towards the cool lake water, then proceeded to walk aimlessly along its edge, allowing the woman to catch up with me. When she came along my side, I looked once. Then twice. Then a third time.
"Excuse me. Aren't you Kate Upton?"
"No. Sorry."
We continued to walk side-by-side.
"Because you look a lot like her."
"Thank you, but no."
"You know, her family lives in the area."
"So I've heard."
"I'm a huge fan of Kate's! You could be her doppelganger."
"Oh my God! You're not going to stop, are you?" She stopped and turned to me, then under her breath said, "Yes, I'm Kate Upton."
"I knew it!"
"It was the tits, wasn't it?"
"Huh?"
"It was the tits. My tits gave me away, didn't they?"
"Well...uh...I mean..."
"Every time!"
"I mean...it wasn't just that."
She seemed annoyed. "You want to see them, don't you? I'll bet you want to take a picture with me and my tits, don't you?"
"Huh?"
"My tits. You want a picture of the two of us with my tits hanging out, don't you?"
"Well...I...uh..."
"Fine. Do you have your phone?"
"Well, uh, yeah." I reached into my shorts and pulled it out.
Before I knew it she had pulled her top apart and her 34Ds were staring me in the face. She yanked the phone from my hand, pulled me to her side, held up the phone, snapped the picture, then handed the phone back. Quickly I looked at the screen. She had that incredible sultry look on her face we all know. I looked like I'd seen a ghost. When I turned back to her, her tits were still out in the open.
"I'll bet you want to touch them, don't you?"
"Huh?"
"My tits. I'll bet you want to grab them, don't you?"
"Well...I...uh..."
"Fine. Go ahead."
I slowly, hypnotically raised my hand. She lightly gasped at my touch. It was soft and heavy. She didn't brush me away so I continued to explore the mound, roaming and lightly squeezing the warm tan skin.
After a few moments she quietly said, "I know what you want next. You want to suck on them, don't you?"
"Huh?"
"You want to suck on them, right? Fine, go ahead."
"Um, okay."
"(gasp) Oh! Mmmmmmmm," she whirred when I sucked the dimple in the middle of her large areola into my mouth. "Mmmmmmm."
Encouraged by her reaction, I raised my other hand and grabbed her other mound. She began to run her fingers through my thick hair and quietly moan. I got a little more aggressive with my gropes, which she didn't seem to mind. I switched back and forth, switching from one quickly growing nipple to the other.
Until she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of her chest. I looked into her face wondering if she was about to slap me into next week. Instead, there was a devilish smile looking back at me.
"God you're driving me crazy!" I jumped when her hand landed in my crotch. "Mmmmm, looks like I'm not the only one who enjoyed that." She stuffed her massive mounds back into their triangles of material and grabbed my hand. "Come with me," she said and yanked me up the beach.
She led me up to a red and white striped three-sided canopy with a wooden lounge chair and two brightly colored beach towels spread out on the white sand. She pushed me onto the lounge chair, dropped to her knees, and grabbed the waistband of my shorts.
"It's your turn to show me something," she said with a crooked smile.
"Ah!" I barked when she yanked on my shorts and my stiff stick shot straight up.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Damn! It must be my lucky day!" She wrapped her long thin fingers around my shaft and began to slowly pump it. "Very nice. So fucking thick. And heavy!" She looked into my stunned face. "Do you think you can be quiet?"
"Huh? Gah!" I yiped when she took me into her mouth.
She pulled off of me, giggled and smiled. "I said be quiet."
"(ahem) Yeah, sorry. You just...you caught me by surprise. Guh!" She impaled her skull on my pole again. "I, uh, I...(ahem) So, uh, so, you know, uh, Justin's not going to, you know, um...Justin's not here?"
I was asking about her professional baseball playing and very large boyfriend Justin Verlander.
She popped up again. "Don't worry about Justin. He's on the road."
"Uhguh!"
I watched her head rise and fall with my tip slamming against the back of her mouth on each dive. She gave a muffled squeak when her hand slipped between her legs.
"Oh my God, that feels amazing," I moaned while I watched her work.
"Mmmmmmhmmmm," she hummed, then released me. "I've been told I'm a great little cocksucker," she said proudly. "Do you think I'm a great little cocksucker?"
"Ohmagawd, yes!"
"Say it. Go ahead and say it. I love dirty talk. It really turns me on. I think it's hot," she said in a low, sexy voice.
"Oh! Um..." I thought about it.
How far can I go? Better start out slow.
"I...I want you to suck my cock. Go ahead. So me what a great little cocksucker you are."
She giggled. "That's a start." She paused. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
I yipped "Ah!" when my purple tip slammed against the back of her mouth again. Then, suddenly, my head smacked against the lounge chair. I squawked, "Guhfuck!" when her face buried itself in my crotch. She swallowed the whole fucking thing!
Her slurps and my moans grew louder while I continued to expand her throat. I'd never felt anything like it in my life. My hands went to the back of her head. I began to lightly buck my hips.
"Fuuuuuuck. You suck dick like a fucking pro!"
"Mmmmhmmmm! Mmmmhmmm!"
She felt me begin to lightly pulse in her throat. She lifted her head and released me with a "pop" from her full lips, then looked up at me with a wicked grin. She began to rise to her feet.
"There's one thing I'm even better at," she cooed as she began to peel off her clothes. "I love to fuck. And I especially love to fuck big thick cocks." She swung her leg over the chair and straddled me.
I peeked around her and looked out at the beach and blue lake water. It wasn't packed but it was busy.
"(ahem) Aren't you...aren't you, um, afraid someone might see us?"
She giggled. "No." She gripped my shaft. I could feel her heat radiate over me.
"But...but we could, you know, go to jail or something." I couldn't believe the words were actually coming out of my mouth. Was I actually protesting this?! I fully expected the man police to appear and ask me to hand over my man card.
She placed a finger on my lips. "Shhhhhh. Don't worry. My uncle practically owns this shitty little town. All I have to do suck his dick and I get whatever I fucking want. Just trust me."
We both gasped when I touched her inflamed lips. She bit her lip and lowered herself. She squeaked when I punctured her slit.
"Ohhhhh myyyyyy fuckinggggg gawwwwwwd," she moaned as she slid down my pole.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned along with her until she landed in my lap. "Jesus Christ that's one tight fucking cunt!"
"That's because you're so fucking huge! Holy fuck! You're filling me up! I think you're in my fucking womb! Fuck!"
I gave her a crooked grin. "And I'm going to wreck that fucking womb," I hissed.
A wicked look crossed her face. "Ooooooo, that's better. That's fucking hot. AH FUCK!" she howled when I threw my hips into the air, which was no easy feat with her five foot ten inch frame.
"I thought we were supposed to be quiet?" I asked sarcastically.
"Well, fuck! You about busted my rib, you fat cocked motherfucker! GAHFUCK!" She slapped my chest. "Goddammit, stop that! Fuck! You're gonna shove that fucking thing out of my throat!"
"Well, maybe if you stopped talkin' and started fuckin' I wouldn't have to do that."
"Ooooooo, listen to you," she purred then started to slowly rise and fall. "You want me to fuck you, huh? Justin says I fuck like a whore. Do you want me to fuck you like a whore?"
"I'll bet that's the only way you know how to fuck."
Her pace began to quicken. She hummed when I reached up and palmed her bouncing breasts. "Mmmmmmm. You want me to fuck you big fat cock with my tight little pussy, huh?"
"That tight little pussy won't be tight anymore when I'm through with it."
"Oh really now? You...you think yours is the fattest cock I've ever fucked?"
"I'll bet your whore cunt has fucked every size, shape, and color cock there is. I'd be willing to bet you've fucked at least one cock in every country on the face of the planet."
"Mmmmmmm, I'm working on it. There are a couple of countries I...I...mmmmmm...I haven't fucked in yet."
She leaned over and began to bounce her hips.
"Oh my God, you feel so fucking good," she said in a hushed tone.
"Justin's gonna wonder what the fuck happened to his pussy next time he sticks his dick in it."
"Ohmagawd, yes. Stretch out my pussy. Fuck my tight little cunt good and hard!"
She was shoving herself into my lap. I thought she might shove me right through the lounge chair. I could feel her muscles beginning to contract.
