I(F) met a girl named Ainslee, and we went on an adventure….

When I was 21, I met Ainslee at our gym. Ainslee was, with out a doubt, one of the only women I’ve ever met who was so beautiful she took my breath away. She was taller than me at 5’8”, but had big, beautiful high breasts that bounced when she laughed. Her hips flared into beautiful thick thighs that seemed to go on for ages, and her ass was high and firm. This was a girl who knew how to squat, and did it often. Green eyes and hair colored a million shades of purple, blue, and dark red, she bounced along to her music in her earbuds. When I saw her jogging in athletic leggings and an oversized sweatshirt on the treadmill, I immediately felt myself drawn to the machine next to her, and struck up conversation.

After a few weeks of daily talks, we finally had a chance to hang out. We spoke about it the day before about heading to a local club known for shenanigans. I had brought my usual number for clubbing – A skin tight strapless purple dress, nylons, and calf length boots shoved haphazardly into my gym bag. While simple, it complimented my olive skin, dark hair and dark eyes, and gave me some height to my 5’1”. It also gave me a good semblance of an ass, and perked up my 32C tits with out the need for a bra. I found myself wondering what Ainslee would wear to match her colorful hair, and pale soft skin.

We both stepped off our respective equipment, wiped them down, and went to the showers. Ainslee I discovered had no problem with her body image, which was fascinating. She got to the bench in the gym showers, and while conversing with me casually, pulled off her oversized sweater and flung it on top her gym bag. I have no fucking idea what else was said as I stared at those big, beautiful tits. I may have drooled a little bit at how her waist dipped. And those hips spring into a big, sexy bubble ass I can only dream of having. My fingers ached to grab that ass and press my lips between her legs while her thighs pressed against my ears.

I know I heard her voice and when her fingers snapped in front of my face I blinked and said the only thing that came to mind:

“Holy shit. You’re a natural blond!”

I was thankful she laughed at me. When I stripped down myself, my own big tits and ass modest compared to hers, I tried avoiding her questioning gaze, and only murmured an acceptance when she suggested we get ready for the club.

We drove there in silence, her music playing and my eyes wandering over her outfit. She wore a lacy bustier, corset tied in the front, barely covering those delicious 36DD breasts. It pinched her waist and the leather skirt barely covered that big bubble ass, the thigh high stockings she wore underneath showing a good few inches of creamy thigh. She had a cropped denim jacket on that buttoned under those tits, but no way in Hell could have buttoned over it, and it was just fine. Her ankle boots only made her seem taller, more statuesque than anything, and it was apparent when we got out of the car and entered the club that not only my eyes were on her.

The club was warm, and smelled like sweat, musk, and sex. People were on the dancefloor, grinding against each other, their mouths open in ecstasy and in the booths, laughing and enjoying their time. Fans blew to circulate the air, and Ainslee and I grabbed a few chairs at the bar. I ordered my own drink, a cosmo, and she got hers, which surprised me – Jameson on the rocks. We were both on our third drinks, feeling real good about the place, and bantered back and forth for a second, with Ainslee staring at my modest compared to hers chest, and looked quizzical.

“What’s up Ainslee?” I asked her. I was confused at the look on her face.

She took a long sip of her whiskey, and frowned. “Just curious, Jen, but have you…?”

“Have I what?” I asked again.

“It’s totally none of my business, but have you had them done?” Her hand waved between my breasts. “I know, asshole of me to ask, but… they’re pretty perky for their size, and you’re pretty petite…”

I almost spat my drink, but thought better of it. “Ainslee,” I said. “I should be asking you that!” I pointed to her big jugs. “Look at the size of those globes! And they don’t sag.”

When she laughed, they bounced in front of my eyes. “Oh! Nah, these are called the luckiest genetics someone can get.” Another sip of her whiskey and she hopped off her barstool, and got closer to me. I could smell it on her breath, and it smelled good. “Here.” She sad and grabbed my hands, pressing them to the front of the bustier that barely held those fuckers in place. “See?” she said, moving my hands over the big, soft globes, and leaning close to my ear. “All natural.”

I felt her thrust them further into my hands and lean, arching her back while her palms set on the sides of my chair. My fingers dance across the curves, my thumbs brushing across the thin satiny front of the bustier. I felt her nipples protrude when I did that, but pretended not to notice, same as ignoring the sudden dampness in my panties. My hands could barely get around the large mounds, big and heavy in my palms, and my tongue snaked out to lick my lips. Even in the loud club I heard a soft moan, and was surprised when it came from my own mouth.

I looked up at Ainslee, and saw those green eyes, hooded her make up dark, licking her lips and breathing short, shallow breaths. Her pink tongue dragged across blood red lips when my thumbs passed over big, hard nipples, pushing against satin. I looked down at her tits, and noticed that fabric left nothing to the imagination. When my hands pressed the big soft globes against her ribcage, she began pulling off her denim jacket, and a deep moan escaped that cherry shaded mouth.

It wasn’t long before a petite brunette manhandling the big soft tits of her Amazonian friend caught the attention of some near club goers, and not all of them men. Whispers surrounded us, and Ainslee moved closer to me, pressing one of my thighs between her legs. My knee bounced up softly and she hiccupped, and gasped, driving her warmth into my thigh. I felt her wetness, and realized she must have forgone underwear that night. While my hands moved over her tits, her hips thrust on me, and I moaned, the same time she did, and the hoots and hollers of the men around us fell on our deaf ears.

Leaning forward I took a chance and kissed the crevice between her tits, and dipped my tongue inside. Her moan came straight from her chest, I felt it in my ear, and one of her hands pressed against the back of my head. I licked over the top of a big pale globe, and her fingers tightened in my hair, causing a tingle to go down my spine. I was shocked when her grip loosened and she pulled those juicy melons away from my grip, and loomed at me with glittering green eyes, her chest heaving.

“So,” she said to me. “I think you need another drink.”

I nodded enthusiastically, already feeling horny as fuck. Never had I done that with another woman, but I ached to do more. When Ainslee turned to our audience, now with at least fifteen guys and a sporadic woman, she flipped her hair back and gave a smoldering grin.

“My friend here could use a drink, guys. Something tasty and sweet.” She leaned her elbows back against the bar, and thrust her breasts to her captivated crowd. “Wanna buy it for her and watch her lick it off my tits?”

Shouts of agreement and money was flung everywhere. The bartender rushed to fill the orders, and after he set down a martini, Ainslee grabbed it, and pulled at the ties of bustier, loosening the cups until the fabric fell away. Her voluptuous breasts bounced free, nipples big, dark pink, and hard.

The crowd of men shouted but I couldn’t concentrate. My mouth watered. I watched to taste those puckered nipples and crush them with my tongue. I got off my barstool and pulled it in front of her, and hopped back up in my seated position. Her breasts swayed in front of my face, and I watched as she grabbed the first drink and slowly poured it over her chest.

I went crazy. My mouth lapped and sucked at the dribbling liquid as it cascaded over each peak, until finally the class was empty and those juicy mounts were mine for the grazing. My lips latched onto one big hard nipple, gently tugging it with my teeth and lips, and lathering my tongue all around it. My other hand held the heavy weight of her other breast, squeezing, and pulling the big hard tip, the cheers from the crowd urging us on, and her moans turning me on more and more.

I had just let one big breast pop from my mouth, red, erect, and wet, and descended my lips on its twin when someone in the crowd shouted “Make her cum!” As if on cue, Ainslee pulled her chest away from me and hopped up on the bar, scooting her ass back and pulling her leather skirt up her thick thighs. When her knees spread, she had grabbed another of the many drinks bought for us and poured it down her legs, and lower tummy. I couldn’t help myself then, I moaned at the sight. She cupped her big mounds and grinned at the sea of men, who were all trying desperately not to stroke themselves, and said “She’s gonna be busy down there. Anyone wanna fill in here?” she then grabbed two more drinks I didn’t recognize and poured the multicolored liquid over each breast, coating them in a sweet alcoholic film.

I dove face first between her legs as one of the patrons scooted to my right. He was careful not to interrupt me, but I could feel his hard on against my arm, his hips moving as his mouth and hands worked one of my friends tits over. Another man had gone behind the bar and mouthed around her other big breast, making sure to work his lips over the peaks like she loved so much. While my tongue lapped at her wet cunt, I looked up and watched her, one hand over the head of the guy on my right, her other hand jerking off the cock of the man on my left as he leaned over and worshipped that tit. I shoved my face down between her legs and threw her knees over my shoulders, and licked and sucked at her wet cunt. I deftly slipped two fingers in her hole, and she shook, moaning loudly, and her body moving as if her hand was stroking off the free cock beside her.

I stole another glance, and gasped. The random mans cock was in her mouth, and she was bobbing her head back and forth as he flicked and pinched her breast. Moving back down between her legs, I reached to my right and unzipped the cock beside me, letting it spring out. Pulling away just to lick my palm, I wrapped my fingers around it, and began to gently pull. He moaned on her breast, the vibrations making her even wetter, and I thrust my fingers inside her hot, wet hole faster, feeling her tight walls grip me while I licked and sucked on her clit.

Her hips began to buck, her breathing get deeper. The cock in her mouth popped out as she gasped, moaning, and then screamed, cumming over my lips, and tongue. I licked as fast as I could, tasting her sweet juice, thrusting her clenching pussy, drawing out her orgasm. Both men stood up, and the man behind her groaned, and gasped, stroking his cock. Still wet from her mouth he swore as he came, spilling over her pale white tits.

I carefully pulled my fingers from her pussy, and turned to my right. A cock, thick and long, hard as a brick, still in my grasp. Almost immediately I shoved it in my mouth and fucked him with my lips and tongue, gulping the head as it hit the back of my throat. His hands were pressed against the sides of my head as he fucked my face, and I greedily swallowed every inch. He pulled away sharply, and grabbed his cock, giving it three fast strokes before pointing it to the floor and gripping the bar, cumming in hard, fast squirts.

The patrons around us cheered, as Ainslee slid off the top of the bar to stand beside me. I was still in a daze, and horny. So fucking horny I could have ridden anyone who presented a cock to me in that instance. Breathing quickly, she leaned against my ear, and whispered, “So, do you wanna head to the VIP room, or my place?”

_So where should they go? VIP or home?_

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