Worshipping my best friend’s tits [MF]

One of my best friends growing up also happened to be a very hot, sexually open and fairly free-spirited young woman. We’ve talked about it since but for a whole lot of really dumb reasons, we never actually got together when we definitely should have. We had incredible chemistry. In many ways we still do even though we’ve both gone on to lead very separate lives. Every now and again we reminisce and this post is the output of one of those chats. I wanted to put down my memories of one or two favourites. These are the ones that come back to me in random daydreams or in feverish summertime sleeps. The best kind. The ones you spend ages battling to rekindle in your mind. The ones you never want to wake up from.

The scene: a weekend evening. And a hot one. Summertime I’m sure. So hot that I’d decided before heading over to hers that I would go commando. Plus it was quite clear from the messages we were sending that we were both really horny. I walked across the local park to get to her. Straight up to her room. Straight onto her bed. As always.

Her mum and her sister were in their rooms just along the hall. They never disturbed us which was pretty cool of them now that I think about it.

These evenings in each other’s bedrooms always focused on a few core subjects and activities. Watching all sorts of ridiculous porn. Talking about sex. Talking about friends and minor dramas. Her flashing me her big natural tits (I’m almost certain she is the reason for my big tit-addiction) and me flashing her my cock.

On occasion we got a little more carried away. One time I remember she was getting changed into her pyjama bottoms but kept her top off to tease and torture me. She lay down on her bed topless and I asked if she wanted a breast massage. To my surprise she said yes. We’d never really touched each other in that way before so this was exciting new territory. She had some oil. The game was on.

A few words on her magnificent tits. They were big. Really big. When she stood up they hung really nicely. Not at all saggy but with a mesmerising range of motion when she moved. When leaning forwards they hung pendulously. They also had that pillowy quality that comes with huge boobs. She wasn’t pale but had gorgeous blue veins that gave a light marbling effect on her tits. Her areolas were big and her nipples were mouthwatering. Best way I can describe it.

These are the sort of breasts that are revealed to you and immediately you have a feeling of being privy to a powerful and important secret: “Ah, so these are THE tits.”

One pair of tits to rule them all. Keep them secret, keep them safe. That sort of thing.

I made sure to cover every square millimetre of flesh on those puppies. I love big tits when they are squeezed together and, laying down, her tits had flattened and spread out in the best way. This was my moment to get a real handle on their size, how they felt, the wobble, all of that. When I paid special attention to her nipples, she loved it. A sign of things to come.

I wanted to suck on them so badly but the oil wasn’t helping so we grabbed a towel and I wiped her down before taking one of her tits in two hands and engulfing the whole nipple and areola and starting to suck. I made sure to let my tongue slaver around her nipple, I used the suction to lift her whole breast upwards and released it with a satisfying “pop”.

I took her nipple between my lips and sucked hard. She exhaled deeply. I then very gently bit on her nipple and she took a sharp intake of breath before giving me one of those priceless smiles. Carry on it told me.

I squeezed both of her tits together so that her nipples were side by side and almost touching before slipping and sliding between the two, sucking and tweaking them.

I don’t know how long I spent at the altar of her tits that night but I do know that it was worship.

At this stage I was rock hard. I had no help from my boxers as I wasn’t wearing any so it was obvious just how turned on I was. She giggled. Another good sign of things to come.

Still laying on her back, she placed her hand on the outside of my jeans and very gently stroked my bulge. Bringing her arms up like that had pushed her tits together which was even more delicious torture. I now had one of those hard-ons that are just insistent and unrelenting. I remember being so turned on at this point that pre-cum was starting to show through the fabric.

I think it was me who popped open the top button of my jeans. That relieved some of the pressure from the ridiculous tent in my lap but it was she who popped the second, third and fourth. I was straddling her and so my dick sprung out. I shifted my weight slightly so that I could pull my trousers down a little and release my balls too. They were aching.

Immediately she grabbed my shaft and began to stroke me in slow, long movements. Pre-cum was now oozing out with every upward stroke and she took time to massage it around my bellend. Every touch was like an electric shock of pleasure. She went back to wanking me and made sure to use her thumb to continue to massage the head as my dick started to throb. Steadily she built up speed and shortened her strokes.

I remember two things distinctly: one was that I asked if she would suck me off and she politely declined. Fair enough, I thought. The second was that we had a mini conversation, kind of funny in hindsight, about where I would cum. She was worried about getting it in her hair or on the bedclothes. We decided that a spare pillow would take the brunt of it.

If that sounds awkward or mood-killing, it wasn’t. I was about to blow my load at the hands of my ideal woman who just happened to be my best friend. Dreamland.

It didn’t take long. My balls contracted and a thick rope shot out past her face and onto the chosen pillow. Some hit the wall, I think, but she continued to pump me with an increasingly cum-covered hand as several large wads sprayed everywhere. For someone worried about collateral cum-damage she certainly stuck to her task of milking me dry. I felt satisfyingly empty.

As mates do, we almost breezed past what had just happened. Cleaned each other up. Shared a few giggles. Probably went back to watching porn and chatting about nothing. I think we hugged. We both liked doing that as we talked. Her head nestled between my shoulder and chest. Music on in the background. Kind of sweet.

It turned out that the pillow took the brunt of it and was in fact her sister’s who she had borrowed it from. That meant sneaking the pillow cover into the next wash without her mum or sister noticing. I don’t know what they thought we were up to on those nights spent alone in her room but, honestly, I really don’t think they cared. We were mates. Had been for years. I was round most weekends. But even I in my wildest dreams hadn’t predicted what would happen that evening.

Anyway, there you go. By no means the wildest but some of the best times.

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