[28F] I’m “that girl with big boobs” and I let 2 guys suck on my tits at the Thanksgiving hometown reunion while I jerked them off [FMM]

I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving, Reddit! It’s my favorite time of the year and who doesn’t love stuffing and cranberry sauce? Whoever knows how to actually make a good Thanksgiving turkey, teach me your ways…

As a little bit of context on me – I get pigeon holed into **”that girl with big boobs,”** and I totally embrace it! At some instinctual level, I love the attention they demand in a crowd, the inevitable stares, and the idea that someone is going home and masturbating to the memory of my body. I like when my partner plays with them, uses them, obsesses over them, and objectifies me for them. It’s just kinda become the embodiment of me. It’s the elephant in the room, it’s the constant distraction that demands your attention, and for better or worse, it’s become a very defining characteristic of my personality.

On Thanksgiving, I travel back home to my hometown. It’s a small town. A quaint place where mostly everyone knows each other. Growing up, everyone complains it’s like growing up in some reclusive isolated bubble of suburban Americana, but looking back it – it was honestly just a really nice and simple place to grow up. Coming back, there’s always a nostalgia for me of sleeping in my childhood home, reminiscing about old friends, and eating out at the same local restaurants and bars that have been there for my entire life. This is all to say, traditionally – in the days before Thanksgiving, everybody flies back to town a bit earlier and the favorite local bar hosts an unofficial, but always recurring, casual reunion.

Like any reunion, it straddles the line between nostalgic, awkward, curious, and then sometimes authentic excitement.

It’s **nostalgic** when you see all your old friends. Friends you like to reconnect with, but just don’t take the time to necessarily text regularly.

It’s **awkward** when you give the half-hug greeting to the popular cheerleader that bullied you growing up when her then boyfriend at the time wouldn’t stop staring at your boobs.

It’s **curious** when that nerdy acquaintance crush comes back and he’s confident, well dressed, and gently placing his hand on your arm at a funny joke.

It’s **authentic** **excitement** when that nerdy acquaintance crush and his friend come back home to the living room of your parents’ house and you jerk them off while they suck on your tits.

Let’s call him Steve. Steve used to be the quiet kid in the back of the classroom. He’s really good at AP Calculus, but is too shy to answer all the questions. You happened to run in different nerd circles, but it’s a small town and you always knew each other. He wore big wire frame glasses growing up that overshadowed his face. A weirdly shaped dome haircut with an uneven gradient to it. And now, that quiet kid in the back of the classroom has a quiet air of confidence to him. Engaging and physical, but not overbearing and creepy. Grazing my arm or my back with a small gesture to show he’s connected to me.

After the usual pleasantries of a reunion, the bar turned up the music a bit and an impromptu little crowd starting dancing and swaying to the beat in the corner. Steve would, respectfully, toe that line and let his hand wander a bit as we danced. A brief touch for a moment too long in just the right spot that says he’s interested, but is respectful of my boundaries. Steve’s coworker was also in town with him. A nice enough guy, albeit a bit more awkward. Kind of the third wheel for this impromptu reunion. We’re all dancing together amidst the crowd and I kind of end up just dancing with each of them back-and-forth. Things are closing in more intimately and for example, I brush up my chest against Steve as I’m rubbing into him. Allowing him a direct stare right down into my cleavage. I’m tucking in my shirt to pull down the neckline and let him soak in the scenery. Meanwhile, I’m pulling Steve’s friend by the hand and making sure he’s lined up directly behind me and I can feel him harden against my butt. I let their hands roam wherever they pleased and I never made any effort to stop them as they’d brush up against the size of my torso and sort of squeeze up against my boobs from the side. At this point, it bordered on too much, but my sense was everyone was drunk now at the bar and nobody was really staring at us within the crowd.

In a sign of nervous confidence, I asked Steve if him and his friend wanted to come back with me to my parents’ house to hang out for a bit more. They obliged and we left our cars behind and called an Uber to my parents’ house.

In short order, we’re in the living room together. Sitting side-by-side on the sofa. Three untouched glasses of water on the coffee table. I sensed they wouldn’t make the first move without me making the first outward gesture. **Mostly drunk faith, but I just blatantly cut the tension with, “I’m really horny.”** And I start kissing Steve, before starting to kiss Steve’s friend. Their hands immediately dart to my chest and feeling up my boobs.

I told them I didn’t want to have sex, but we could still have fun together. I took off my shirt and Steve and his friend were taking turns basically motorboating me. Back-and-forth, they’d take turns playing with my boobs. My left hand rubbing Steve’s dick through his pants and my right hand rubbing Steve’s friend through his pants. I told them to take off their pants while I undid my bra.

They sat back down to my side and with a bit of spit in my left and right hands, I jerked them off both of them simultaneously. Evidently, they took that as a sign to stop taking turns and to play nice together and share. **Now, four hands on me**. Teasing, rubbing, and squeezing. Steve leaned over and began kissing my left breast. But then moving his head slightly to a different angle to accommodate his friend when he leaned in and took my right nipple in his mouth. Each in command for one breast and each performing their own symphony with their lips and tongues. Steve was the more aggressive nibbler and pincher. Steve’s friend the more gentle licking and kissing. **I was lost in the pleasure of two mouths on me and with my head darting back and forth from two men pleasuring me, I was wildly trying to keep stroking them off in parallel.**

Steve’s friend was the first one to say he was close. I tried to slow down my right hand and speed up my left. And when Steve said he was close, I tried to finish them both in even pace together. It was no easy feat! Cum exploded out of my hands onto the coffee table and the carpet. Both Steve and his friend plastered over my hands. Steve had given me a hickey on my left boob as he finished.

I hope you enjoyed and I wish you all happy holidays! :))

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zf4gvr/28f_im_that_girl_with_big_boobs_and_i_let_2_guys