To the reader:
This is a fantastical tale of extremes that imagines an uncontrolled lust leading to outrageous, possibly offensive or sometimes comic results. Includes themes of cheating, rape, and bizarre acts. Just imagining...don't take it too seriously.
I. Cassidy's Big tits
I had been in a long-term relationship with Lisa for a couple of years. Once we moved in together, our relationship settled into a bit of rut. Lisa could pass for attractive if she put effort into it, but the truth was, she was fundamentally plain. An average face and an average body. And domesticity revealed an unpleasant nagging side of her character, occasionally crossing over into downright bitchiness. The truth was, our relationship was on a downward slide, and both of us turned to drinking a bit too much to try to revive our flagging spirits. Pretty much all of the above could apply to our sex life too.
Now Lisa had friends who regularly hung around us. This story starts with one of them, Cassidy, coming over for dinner. Unlike Lisa, Cassidy was attention grabbing. She was a bubbly, cheerful blonde with long gleaming yellow hair. Like her personality, her body was fulsome and feminine. A pert round face, full pink lips, a figure that was technically on the heavy side but was so curvaceous that it didn't really matter. And spectacularly large, perfectly shaped breasts. Now, I was usually more attracted to intelligent, mysterious brunettes, and was usually repelled by the overly obvious charms of buxom blondes, but I admit to having lusted after Cassidy not infrequently.
This evening, Cassidy was wearing a deeply plunging stretchy t-shirt that set off her creamy skin and framed her magnificent cleavage in a magnetic way. As she kept leaning forward over the table to grab more wine or food, her breasts were alternately squeezed and released by the table edge in such a way that I couldn't help imagining grabbing her tits in the same manner. And when she giggled, she jiggled such that one could easily picture her riding on top of a man in bed.
Although I tried to feign calmness and seriousness, I must have ogled a bit too much, because Lisa began to get upset at me. First it was just a vague irritation, but as the meal continued and the wine continued to flow (we drank a bottle each), she let fly. In general, as we got drunk, our talk usually became cruder and turned to more sexual topics anyway. Usually Lisa and her girlfriends would complain about guys while I nodded silently, but tonight I was drawn in.
"If you like watching Cassidy's cleavage so much, maybe you should find yourself a girlfriend with bigger tits. I know you fantasize about her!", she said.
Cassidy turned red and looked away while I apologized profusely. It was an inadvertent reflex, and of course I wanted Lisa above all else, blah blah blah.
It turns out that Lisa was not holding her wine well and was just beginning to get incoherent and nod off. So, after calming her down, I put her to bed. She collapsed into unawareness as she hit the pillow.
I was fairly drunk myself, but I tottered out to check on Cassidy. Cassidy was still sitting at the table, looking at the wall.
"Sorry about that," I said.
"No, you're just a guy that's all. Everybody looks, but that doesn't mean they really want me," Cassidy said in a plaintive tone.
"No, I'm sure they want you Cassidy..." then I stopped because I couldn't start telling Cassidy how hot she was.
"Look, I'd better get home," and she made to stand up, but staggered.
"No, it's late and you're drunk now. Sleep it off here. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll take the sofa."
"No, that would be weird. I'll just crash on the sofa."
"Alright, I'll get a blanket for you."
And she did just that. Like Lisa, she was already almost gone, so she was out by the time I spread the blanket over her. I was still wound up from the wine, so I sat in a chair and browsed on my laptop. After a while, I looked up. Cassidy had rolled on her back and pulled the blanket down. Her t-shirt had stretched down far enough to show the brown of her aureola. The rest of her tit gleamed in the dim light. My cock twitched to attention. I don't know what I was thinking, but the wine had obviously lowered my inhibitions. After staring for a good long while, I got up and walked over to her. She was snoring lightly, her full lips parted to show her pearly whites. I fished my cock out of my pants. Lisa's words about ogling cleavage had me worked up. I was going to cum on those lovely big tits, damn it!
I'm not a big dick guy. My cock is only six inches and not that thick, something I try not to be too self-conscious about. But I was really throbbing tonight. My dick felt a bit harder and longer than usual, and the head was really swollen. Cassidy was having an effect on me. I stroked my meat methodically, again not stopping to think about the consequences. Cassidy's tits heaved up and down with her breathing. In just a minute I was ready to cum.
"Oh shit!" escaped my lips, but too late. I was squirting sticky ropes of white seed into the air. And they landed all over Cassidy. One splashed on her black t-shirt, one on her exposed boob, and one right on her upper lip. It was too late now. I squeezed out the remaining drops onto her shirt. Thank god she remained asleep. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and retreated to my chair. What was I going to do now?
Now I had to go to work in the morning. One of the privileges of being a junior associate was some Saturday duty to catch up on projects. Lisa would never be up early. She was usually a late sleeper, and the drink would only add to that.
So, I'd wake up Cassidy and offer to walk her home. I'd have to explain what happened. There was no way she wouldn't figure out that it was cum all over her. But at least we could talk away from Lisa, if Cassidy didn't freak out right when she woke up.
I dozed in the chair so that I could hear if Cassidy woke up. We had been awake until almost 2 and I had cum on her at 3. Around 7 I heard her stirring on the sofa. I decided to play it cool. I pretended to be just coming from the back bedroom.
"Hey Cassidy, I need to go to work this morning. I can walk you back to your place if you want."
"Sure, that ... that'd be great," she sounded confused.
I sensed that she wasn't about to scream or anything, so I thought I'd better hurry up and get her out of here.
"Alright, I'll just throw some clothes on and we'll go." And in five minutes I was washed, changed, and had my teeth brushed.
"I must look like shit," Cassidy said.
Even with her puffy hungover face, Cassidy still looked really cute. I noticed she had wiped the cum off her lip, but that there were dried white spots on her t-shirt and crusted on her tit.
"Not at all, Cass, you look just fine," I said.
"What about Lisa?"
"She knows I need to work, so let's just go."
We were out on the landing in a moment. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I wasn't going to be screamed at for being a pervert in front of Lisa.
II. Stroking it again
We walked the few blocks to Cassidy's place mostly in silence, except for a couple of murmurs about the cool morning air.
When we got to her building, Cassidy said, "Come for a sec for a cup of coffee. Neither of us had any breakfast."
This was my chance to confess. "Sure," I said.
When we got in her apartment, she checked to make sure her roommate was still asleep, then came back, started the coffee, and then turned to me.
She turned red again.
"Look, what happened last night?"
"Um, Cass..."
"I mean I was pretty drunk, and I'm not sure I remember everything. Did I...um...suck you off or ... something?"
I was taken aback.