I have a strange tale to chronicle, a peculiar String of Luck that keeps getting longer every month or so. I'm Will, and this tale is the story of my relationship with a wonderful woman, Nella. It began the day I first went to spend a night at her place. She was my new girlfriend, gorgeous, and all was good in the world. We had met a few weeks earlier during a weeknight art class. A sculpting class to be precise. This had been something I'd been wanting to do for ages and for some reason this year's fliers convinced me to sign up. I was and still am, I'm not ashamed to say it, an absolute beginner. The first class was really pleasant, the teacher a great guy and very good at putting us beginners at ease.
I did notice some quite good looking girls in the class, both beginners and novices, but nothing compared to Nella. She only showed up during the second week class, but so did most of the other advanced students. She was *very* good with clay and apparently has been since she took sculpting up about eight years ago. We got along very well during class when she often would come over and help me learn the most basic of skills. Three weeks later I found the nerve to invite her over for dinner and she accepted my offer with her remarkable smile.
Let me pause here and explain something of high import: Nella is gorgeous. She has shoulder length brown hair that curled just a bit, green eyes, red lips and a smile that could light up a room. Up until I opened the door to let her in, I had only seen her in a dirty tee-shirt and a sloppy pair of overalls. Both were completely deformed by layers and clumps of clay so I had never been able to really see what she was hiding underneath her clothing. All I knew was that she had a fuller figure than what we're used to seeing in magazines and movies. I guessed she was about as old as I was, somewhere around thirty, so I wasn't expecting to see the body of a lithe adolescent.
Most of my fantasies about lithe adolescent girls were smashed away by what I saw that night. She had dressed quite simply, but the effect was nonetheless wonderful. A decently tight blouse of a dark red color with a thin, deep grey wrap-around skirt that hugged her from hips to mid-thighs. Now that I could see her more clearly, I saw that she had everything that made full-figured women truly amazing: an ample amount of the breasts and hips that come with those kinds of figures. She was not fat by any measure, though I later learned that she has been in the past. Instead of looking fat, she looked radiantly healthy and incomprehensively feminine: she was all curves and sensuality. I placed my hands on her hips while kissing each of her cheeks in welcome, and was glad to find firm flesh. As I said, she wasn't fat, only full. Full of womanhood, breasts and flaring hips.
I think she noticed my widening eyes and deep breath even though I tried my best to hide them. She gave me another of her smiles while removing her sandals, before demurely lowered her gaze. My heart was beating really fast, and judging by the heightened color in her face, so was hers. When she took my hand as I was leading her to the backyard patio, I knew that I had read her smiles and winkles correctly.
We spent the entire night kissing and fondling each other and almost made love that very first night together. Her blouse and matching bra having disappeared at some point during the evening, I was able to drink in, taste, see, touch and bury-my-face-in-between her breasts. They were truly magnificent. Of course they didn't look like my first girlfriend's, twelve years ago, a sixteen year-old cheerleader. Instead of being perky and completely unaffected by gravity, Nella's breasts were fully fleshed out, heavy with lust and able to arouse or slake any desire, be them tease-thin or soul-deep. Any man able to slide his saliva-covered cock between them would discover that he's suddenly a breast-man. Instantly. Legs and asses are great, but nothing compared to large breasts that can easily enfold your cock.
Well now! It seems I've gotten carried away. Nella was also very nice, interesting to talk to and she had a sense of humor that matched mine. I really don't know why we didn't go all the way that first night. We ended up sleeping together, completely nude, but my cock never found her pussy. Until the sun rose that is. When I opened my eyes in surprise I saw the sunrise through the blinds and then felt Nella impaling herself on my cock. I could see more clearly the strange pattern on her mound: a nicely shaved cross was lovingly kept clean. I would only later learn the naughty signification of that cross of hair.
For now, her breasts swung just in front of my eyes in rhythm with her movements and I could feel her warmth taking my entire length with barely a stretch. I'm not huge but at eight inches and a decent width, I've had some girls who had to take a few minutes of stretching before being able to fuck themselves silly above me. That small cheerleader for example...
But at that moment any thoughts of previous women, girls to be precise, were completely gone from my mind as I was receiving a most intense fucking from a wonderful woman. My hands rose up to her hips and I guided her movements upon me, alternating between driving her clit directly against my soft belly or the harder bone just above my cock. Soon she was moaning in delight and my groans were rising to match hers...
Here I go again, loosing myself in those very firsts memories I have with her. I told you at the very beginning that the tale really began when I first spent a night at *her* place. Not mine. Well, after that first night and morning together, we both left for work and all day long I couldn't keep my mind away from those same memories. Before she left, she gave me her address and told me to show up at seven for another evening together. We spent another evening alone together, but I saw that she had a roommate. Justine, a Spanish girl. Before she could tell me anything about her roommate, we were kissing and fucking all over the place, making a point of doing it in every room of the apartment. Except, decency obliges, in Justine's room. I did take Nella from behind while we were both standing just outside Justine's room, in the corridor.
We went to bed, to sleep, at one o'clock and both of us fell asleep like rocks from Mars. Then, somewhere around four o'clock, a loud noise woke me up: Justine coming back home. At four o'clock on a Thursday night: she must be the partying kind. After a few minutes trying to get back to sleep, I resigned myself: I had to go to the bathroom.
That's when the strange String of Luck began. Before you dirty people start to imagine that I found her naked in a bath with a dozen candles lit, panting with desire for me, please reign yourselves in. When I walked past her room, I merely glanced in. Then I stopped and stared: she was snoring away on her bed. See?! Nothing fancy about that? The thing is, though, that she was lying face up, wearing nothing but a very short skirt. The open window was letting in the streetlight and in the night's darkness, Justine was positively glowing. Her breasts were proudly, gloriously, on display. I simply couldn't believe it. She had a decently trim body, halfway between Nella's magnificent fullness and a typical thin girl. But those breasts were simply huge!
Before I managed to get enough of an eyeful she moaned and twisted on her bed. I quickly moved away from the door and waited: I definitely didn't want to get caught gawking at a new girlfriend's roommate! A long minute later, she began snoring again and I peeked in once more. She had rolled on her side, away from the wall and somehow she was still snoring. This time her breasts were squeezed between her left arm and the bed; they were jutting outward with a passion. God they were large! Too large!
Then something clicked in my head, an old habit I had when I was much younger... When my mom used to have her friends over for an afternoon in the pool, I always sneaked in the bathroom and rummaged through the various bags to find as many bras as I could. I was fascinated by them, by their different cup sizes. I tried my best to fit the bras with the women, holding them in my hands while looking at the patio through the window. Soon these afternoons turned into masturbating frenzies for me. I used to rub the soft bras against my hard cock while looking at the most beautiful of the women. Most of them wore bikinis. I stared at them when they got out of the pool dripping wet, when they straightened their bikinis, when they put on sunscreen (especially when they did so to each other!) and of course while they were lying down to sunbathe... I eventually came all over my hand, careful not to drop a single drop of cum on a bra. I really, really didn't want to get caught!
And I was feeling the same thing right now: I really didn't want to get caught but I absolutely needed to find Justine's bra. When I saw it on the floor, a blue satin thing, I knew I had to get there. But as it was right beside the bed, it meant that if Justine opened her eyes I was done. My pulse was racing in my chest, my cock already growing inches after inches and I knew I had to do it. Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to calm myself, I began tiptoeing inside Justine's room. My eyes never kept still: the floor, the bra and of course Justine's impossible-to-miss breasts. It took me about five minutes to get to her bra, less than three feet away from her bed.
When I knelt down and took her bra in my hand, I could still feel the warmth of her body in the thick satin. I closed my eyes in delight. By the streetlight, I was able to read the tiny label: EE. Dear God in Heaven! Not only does my new girlfriend have fantastic breasts herself, but she has a roommate blessed with double E's. The possibilities where endless. By now my cock was painfully hard and was straining against my boxers. Do I dare? Do I dare make the last step in this adolescent fetish of mine? Of course I dared! Slowly I pulled my boxers away from my waist and freed my cock. When I brought the soft bra against the underside of my cock, my whole body twitched in sinful pleasure. My hearth was still beating like a horse's in the middle of a race, both with the overflow of pleasure and the thrill of the undeniably forbidden. I was stealing away illicit bliss and that fact alone explained nearly all the pleasure I was feeling at that moment.
When my fist closed and the entire cup surrounded my hard shaft, I couldn't help myself and began pumping her bra up and down. Good God it felt too good! I had to stop after only a few seconds for fear of cumming all over her bra. Reluctantly I placed the bra back on the floor and slowly straightened up and left the room.
