It turned her on for me to just stand there, watching her, as she played with herself. Sometimes I would let her watch me stroke myself, sometimes not. Eventually, she would always start begging me to “come over here and give me your cock.” When I slid into her mouth or pussy, it would always be wet and ravenous.
Those were my exact words to my hubby in reference to my best friend’s daughter. (He loves it when I tell him what to do to other women!) Her big tits looked so sweet and yummy as she lay in our guest bed, I *had* to see them flopping around while he fucked her. She had come here to Miami to meet some of her friends for spring break from their college. She was using us, of course, because we live on the beach, but we didn’t mind the possibility of seeing her and her hot little college friends roaming around our house in their little bikinis at all. (Trust me, I’ll tell you all about that, too, but let me start with her first night here)
It was early, around 8am when I walked past her room to get coffee. She was sleeping with the door open and I could see one of her breasts practically falling out of her shirt. You all know how much I love tits and her were such a nice size I was already wet by the time I got back to my own bedroom. I abandoned the idea of getting coffee and instead went to tell my husband that I wanted to him to fuck her. He was happy to do it, of course. Stroking himself
as I told him what I wanted, he asked me if i was sure, considering she was my bff’s daughter. I responded to him by spreading my legs so he could see how wet I was, just thinking about it.
I stood near the foot of the bed as he crawled in beside her. I watched anxiously as he began to rub her tits. She squirmed a little and moved so that she ended up fully pressed against his hard dick.
She was awake by now and knew what was going on. She didn’t know I was watching, yet because she hadn’t opened her eyes, but I didn’t imagine she would mind, considering how she was getting into it so easily. She must have been wanting to fuck my husband for a while, which makes sense since I give him full reign to flirt and he had done so with her on a number of occasions. I just never thought it would amount to anything.
She was really getting into it and pushing her plump ass back against his hard on when she finally notices that I’m there. She moved as far away from him as possible, fearing the worst. Hubby grabbed her and pulled her back to him as I assured her it was ok.
She didn’t believe us entirely as he pulled off her panties. She tried to make off again but he grabbed her and slipped his hard dick between her legs so that she could feel it rub against her pussy as he fondled her big ass tits. She liked that and begin to give in to the experience she wanted.
As soon as she relaxed, he pulled her head back, allowing me full visibility of her beautiful tits as he slid his shaft into her.
At my urging, he threw her back down onto the bed, fucked her as he licked and grabbed her tits.
After watching him pound her for a little while, I told her to get up, that I wanted to see her ride my hubby’s dick. I told her, fuck him like he’s yours. I want to see you grind your hot little pussy like you own his dick.
Oh man…..makes me so fucking wet just thinking about it! She mounted him and took total ownership of his dick with her pussy. I started fingering myself like crazy watching her twist and grind her young pussy down onto him.
Watching her climax sent me over the edge. She slammed her pussy against him so hard, it made that fucking awesome smack, smack, smack sound. And omg, when she came all over his thick cock, she came HARD and made such a desperate noise I could not slow down my orgasm and said ‘fuck, oh fuck!’ out loud more than a few times. After that, we sat down and ate breakfast with our best friends’ daughter like any normal couple. We had pancakes.
But I’ll tell you…even with all the syrup, they were not nearly as sweet as the taste of that college pussy off of my hubby’s dick. She was so juicy that in my hunger to get every last trace of her slime, it only took seconds for me to milk him.
At breakfast,she explained to us (rather shyly, now that I think back on it) that her friends were planning to rent a hotel on the beach, but that if we didn’t mind, she’d like to crash at our place instead of spending money at the hotel. Of course, I told her, you’re always welcome in our home. And, there’s plenty of room for all of your friends so feel free to invite them to stay here as well. You could tell, she was just as excited by the idea as we were.
I stood in the mirror, admiring and/or critiquing my breasts. Hubs asked what I was doing and I explained that a friend had gone for boob surgery and I was contemplating if I should do the same. He insisted that I not and, truthfully, I agree with him although I’m smart enough not to let him know that in the moment! :)
What I was really wondering in that mirror was why I hadn’t fully appreciated the beauty of my breasts, of my whole body, before now. Why didn’t I realize when I was younger, tighter and perkier that my body was perfect for me and something to be totally admired and appreciated? Why didn’t I take (and keep) photos from those days? Why did I spend a decade or more constantly worried about being naked in front of men and clothed in front of women?
Why did it take me, a woman who has never had a problem with confidence, so long to truly appreciate the amazing things my body can make me feel? We women can be such fickle creatures and it’s sad that more of us don’t grasp the absolute perfection of our beauty and our flaws until it’s “too late”.
It’s not too late for me. And it’s not too late for you. I’ve never had a man complain about my breasts and I’d venture to say you haven’t either. And if you have, that’s a man that needs to be set on the curb.
My New Years resolution for 2016 isn’t going to be weight loss, more gym time, less calories… Mine is going to be more appreciation and less depreciation of not only my own assets but also the assets of everyone around me. Less critique and more praise; positivity over negativity in all areas of my life.
I want to encourage every reader of this blog to choose the same. Let’s not start our new year off with rules and regulations of what we are not doing well enough. Let’s make 2016 the year of giving ourselves a break - and let’s extend that break to everyone around us for everyone you meet is facing a some kind of struggle. You may not clearly see theirs just as they don’t clearly see yours. Instead of assuming the worst about yourself and others, let’s assume that everyone is doing the best they can - and let that be good enough!
