"And ever since then, I get horny, I swing by, and she milks my cock with her tits."
"No way," I told my brother. My twin, Ben. Just like me, except that he's always been more confident and now, apparently, much more lucky with the ladies. Affecting an air of arrogance, I continued, "I mean, yeah, we're handsome, but c'mon..."
Ben and I were back for Thanksgiving of our first year of college. For the first 18 years of our lives, we had been as one, same schools, same classes, same extracurricular, same clothes and haircuts. But, with encouragement from our parents, we had chosen to go to different colleges. I went to the U, he went to State, and now we were reuniting for the first time in our lives. Sure, it had only been since August, but to have been apart from essentially half of myself for even that short of an amount of time.
We were sitting in the living room of our sister's apartment. Beth was four years older than us, and had just moved back home from going to school out of state. Since our newly empty nested parents had decided to take a Thanksgiving vacation, we were doing a sibling Thanksgiving. It wasn't like our family had ever been huge on Thanksgiving anyway, and there was no extended family to speak of, so it was really just going to be a long weekend to catch up with each other.
Beth being at work for the day, Ben and I were sitting on the couch in her living room, telling each other about school so far while we figured out what to do with the afternoon. I had asked Ben whether he'd met any girls yet, not expecting him to launch into quite such an explicit story. Still, he had my interest.
"No, seriously, first week I was there, I went to this mixer. Everyone was a freshman, free for the first time, feeling good, everybody's dancing their asses off, grinding up against each other. So I work my way into the mass of bodies, and I make eye contact with this girl I'd met earlier, Michelle. She's like shoulder height, short brown hair, brown eyes, nice thick, curvy body with a big booty stuffed into tight pants and a nice rack trying to break out this super low cut purple shirt she was wearing.
"Anyway, we make eye contact, and she kinda nods at me, like, 'Come on over,' and then she turns around and starts dancing, shaking her ass at me. I dance up behind her and put my hands on her hips, ready to start grinding, and she practically rams her butt back into my crotch. It's so fat and juicy, I'm half hard as soon as she makes contact, but then she starts grinding on me with purpose, like she's decided it is her one goal in life to get me off through my pants with her ass.
"Obviously, it doesn't take more than about 5 beats for practically all the blood in my body to relocate itself to my dick, and I'm hard as a rock. She turns back to look at me and smiles at the look on my face, then puts her hands on her thighs and just keeps on grinding. I give as good as I'm getting, just hoping that when the song's over and we separate, it won't be too clear that I'm popping a tent.
"But then the song's over and she doesn't move and makes it clear she doesn't want me going anywhere either, cuz she turns around and mashes her boobs into me as she pulls me down to kiss her. She runs her hands down my chest, between us, and over the front of my pants to grab my cock. She rubs me through my jeans and when I shudder, she pulls back from the kiss, grins at me, and pulls me out of the party by my crotch!"
"Bull. Shit," I said.
"I swear to God, John. You want me to finish or not?" Since I was already half hard and super horny from the story, so I needed him to finish, but I tried to play it cool and nodded like, yeah, whatever.
"Alright then. So she takes me to her dorm and she's on me before I can even close the door behind us. She pulls my head down into her cleavage and slides her hand down into my pants, cuz clearly the over the pants wasn't enough. I feel her rub my precum around the head with her fingers, then she pulls her hand out and stares me in the eyes as she sucks it off her fingers. I lean in and kiss her, tasting just a bit of saltiness, and we make out and stumble back onto her bed."
I had to shift my weight on the couch, in hopes of hiding my raging erection, but Ben seemed too caught up in his story to notice.
"After a lot of making out and dry humping, she pulls back off of me and pulls off her shirt. I almost came right then, I swear, seeing her tits lift against the tight shirt as she pulled it over her head and then drop down once she got it off. And they were magnificent, too. Big enough for me to put my face between them and be deafened by them covering my ears. I know, cuz that's my first instinct on seeing them.
"She laughs and pushes me back onto the bed, then says, 'Pants off,' as she starts playing with her tits. Her nipples are amazing, and she's clearly enjoying playing with them, swirling her fingers around the areolas and tweaking her nipples until they're hard, almost the size of my pinky tips. I don't think I've ever taken off my pants that fast, and when I push my boxers down past my cock, it catches on the band and swings back up to smack my belly, so hard it's like it's spring loaded. When I look up, she's got a bottle of cocoa butter in her hand, and she's squeezing out white lines across her tits.
"'I'm gonna titfuck that beautiful cock until you cum all over me,' she says, 'How's that sound?' And I can't even respond with words, I just nod vigorously and try to choke out a yes, but before I can clear me throat she's on her knees and her tits swallow up my cock. It feels so good, all I can do is moan. She smiles, and starts moving up and down, using my cock to rub in the cocoa butter. I can't even describe how amazing it felt. So warm and soft and slippery, she's squeezing herself around me and fucking me with her boobs. Mm.
"I was already on the verge, so it doesn't take long for my moaning to start building to a crescendo. She knows she's almost got me, so she says, 'Cum for me baby, cover me with your cream,' and it pushes me over the edge. I came so fucking hard, harder than I have ever cum, and the first rope hits her right in the chin and spreads back down her neck. She leans back to catch the next one on her face, then releases me so she can jerk the rest directly onto her tits. When I finally come down, her tits are covered and she looks, somehow, even sexier than she had before. I wish I'd thought to take a picture, she would have let me. She rubs my cum around her chest, then looks me in the eye and smiles. 'Thanks babe,' she says, then jerks my still hard cock a couple times with her cum covered hands, and I'm still so sensitive from cumming I almost yell.
"Then she sucks my entire length into her mouth, licking the cum she put there off and sucking my head to draw out what's left, and I do yelp. That shit felt so good it hurt. She leans back, licks her fingers, and then slides her body up mine and kisses me. I can taste my cum in her mouth, and, don't judge me, but it was really hot. After a few minutes of more making out, she says, 'You did good, baby, anytime you feel like you need milking, swing by.'"
His story almost had me unconsciously stroking my cock I was so turned on, but I had managed to restrain myself. I also couldn't quite believe it, but didn't mind him trying to impress me, especially since it was going to provide fuel for quite a few masturbation sessions. I just kind of wished we weren't spending the holiday at Beth's apartment for a sibling reunion. While her apartment was nice, it was small, and slipping off to the bathroom for an incognito jerk was not going to be possible. "C'mon man," I said when he finished talking, "that's way too good to be true."
"John, I swear to God, I'm not lying. When I come back for Christmas, I'll bring a video. This girl will do anything for me, and she loves making me cum."
"I'm already horny as fuck just listening to the story, you really want me jacking off to a video of you titfucking a girl?" It came out of my mouth before I even thought it, blurted out on instinct before I could stop myself. Ben laughed.
"Ha, I thought I saw you trying to hide a boner. The way I see it, since we're identical twins, what's the harm? It'd be like watching a video of yourself."
"I guess that makes sense." Truth be told, I almost prefer masturbating to actual sex. When I hit puberty and couldn't get my hands on porn, I'd jerk it while watching myself in the mirror. I've gotten to where my own cock turns me on. A bit narcissistic, but if Ben and I were identical in that way too...
"So," Ben started, somewhat hesitantly, "you got hard listening to my story?" His question broke into my thoughts.
"Well, yeah. It was pretty... detailed."
"I guess you got me there. I have a confession to make, though. I was, I mean, I hoped you'd like it, because I've been wondering something."
My thoughts swirled, vacillating between the idea that he was going where I thought he was going and the response that it was nonsense, wrong interpretation provided by a horny, one-track mind. Luckily, he continued into my silence. "Ever since I discovered masturbating, I've been in love with my cock, but since I started hooking up with Michelle and seeing how much she enjoyed it, jerking it and sucking it and making me cum, I've been, well, jealous.
