Part One
Friday, 18th December
It was a typically busy night at the Delta Delta Delta sorority house. With Christmas drawing near, the sisters had decided to throw one of their famously wild parties before the student masses headed home for winter break. Situated in a lakeside town in upstate New York, the area surrounding Chestminster College saw temperatures plummet into the negative digits and a foot and change of thick, dense snow blanket the floor come late December.
But, unperturbed by the Arctic conditions, eager students had flocked to the house in their droves, brimming with excitement as they marched through the bed of snow. After all, gatherings at the Delta place were almost unanimously agreed to be the craziest on campus and with its festive bash in full flow, the legendary building was packed to the rafters with drunk and rowdy college kids.
Despite its usage of the traditional Greek letters, the Delta Delta Delta sorority was more commonly known by its nickname; Triple D, a moniker bestowed upon it on behalf of the numerous top heavy sisters that made up its ranks. Whether the grouping together of so many chesty young women was merely a coincidence or if large breasts were a prerequisite for any potential pledge, nobody was quite sure. But one thing was for certain, parties at the Delta house were seen as something of a Holy Grail by the college’s male contingent, and every week young men across campus waited with baited breath in hope that one of the much coveted invites would slide under their dorm room door.
Every home in the neighbourhood had been tricked out with all manner of festive trinkets, and the sorority house was no expectation. In fact, the Delta place was quite possibly the most decorative of them all. There was a wreath hanging from the door, a brightly lit green garland stretching around the length of the frame. A menagerie of acrylic animals were scattered across the lawn, while long strings of lights ran across the frame of the porch, flashing and blinking like strobes at a disco.
The doorway to the sorority house was overrun with heavy foot traffic as well-muscled men and scantily clad women alike flooded into the busy hallway. But one such guest had opted for a different point of entry altogether. Clambering over a garden fence, a mystery figure scaled the tall wooden trellis that extended up the side of the house. Jemmying the top floor window, he pried it open and climbed into the attic.
The Delta house’s plush interior was every bit as decked out as its farmhouse-style facade. Eight foot high Christmas tree, stockings over the fireplace, festive ornaments, Christmas throw pillows, mistletoe (that had seen a lot of action, I can tell you), tinsel, fake snow- the whole nine yards. And with the party already in full swing, the music was blaring, shaking the old building down to its very foundations.
The dance floor in the lounge was filled to capacity and, as was often the case, senior student Ariel Winter and junior Natalie Alyn Lind were right at the heart of it, shaking their buxom frames in sync with the pulsing beat. Sydney Sweeney had already retired to her room with her third or perhaps fourth boy of the evening (nobody was entirely sure, least of all the woman herself), while her fellow senior Abigail Breslin, the most clean cut and studious of the bunch, was leant against a wall, sipping slowly from a Solo cup as she declined the advances of a seemingly endless line of potential suitors.
While her sisters hoovered up schlong like it was going out of style, Miss Breslin adopted a rather more disciplined approach when it came to the opposite gender, and in fact, was currently going steady with a lucky young man named Paul. But that didn’t stop guys from having a crack at her, and though her fellow sisters were every bit as gorgeous and buxom as she, seasoned visitors to the Delta house saw bedding the bookish student as an especially shiny badge of honour. Coaxing the other three between the sheets required little skill (“if you can’t get Sydney Sweeney to drop her panties you may as well castrate yourself right now,” or so a particularly practised senior had told a hopeful young freshman at the start of the semester). Bedding Abigail Breslin- therein lay the real challenge. Many had tried, few had succeeded.
House mother Christina Hendricks was doing laps of the house with a tray in hand, offering up cups of homemade punch to anyone in need of refreshment. The senior figures at such organisations usually condemned the throwing of parties, but the 45 year old redhead actively encouraged them. After all, as what one might term a ‘cougar’, being in the company of so many handsome young men suited her down to the ground.
And speaking of handsome young men, it wasn’t long before Natalie Alyn Lind had found her voluptuous form practically swarmed by an army of such creatures, each one seeking access to the shapely charms that lay beneath her festive red dress. Indecently tiny even by her own skimpy standards, the fluffy white hem barely extended past the gloriously thick curves of her ass, her humongous, beach-tanned boobs all but spilling from the low cut bodice.
Guys were surrounding her from every conceivable angle, but it was a lucky man by the name of Tommy that was coming out on top. Positioned behind her, the college football star was enjoying the heavenly feel of Natalie’s ass as she ground it against his groin. Long blonde hair swishing across her shoulders and full breasts a-jiggling, the busty sophomore was twerking up a storm, the sweet round cheeks of her ample keister sizing up the stud’s endowment.
Clearly impressed by what she had found, Natalie span around to face him, throwing her arms around his big, broad shoulders and pressing her lips against his. Tongues wrestling as their lips locked together, Natalie reached down and stroked at Tommy’s groin. Feeling every inch of his girthy rod pulsing beneath the denim, she relinquished his writhing tongue, prying her lips from his.
“Wanna see my room?” she asked, brown eyes burning with lust and desire.
“Fuck yeah!” said Tommy, nearly spewing in his shorts at the invitation alone.
There was a collective groan from the remaining boys as Natalie grabbed her stud of choice and led him out into the hallway, the lucky winner staring gleefully at her ass as it swung back and forth behind her. Following her up the stairs, the hypnotic rise and fall of her big, round buttcheeks nearly put him in a trance. The attic hatch was open slightly and a figure watched from inside. The bird’s eye view of her enormous bust was truly a sight to behold and the mysterious man took heavy, perverted-sounding breaths as Natalie led her companion across the hall and into her bedroom.
Natalie’s room was every bit the archetypal suite of the average female undergrad. Pictures of family and friends from back home were pinned above her desk, the surface lined with hair products and expensive cosmetics, rather than notepads and textbooks. A department store’s worth of scanty garments hung in her closet, while lined up beneath were enough high top sneakers and designer stilettos to shoe the entire town.
Kicking off his shoes, Tommy laid out on his back across the king size bed. Climbing up after him, Natalie gave the young hunk a fantastic view of her cleavage as she crawled slowly across the mattress, leaning forward and kissing him on the mouth. Grappling tongues practically tangled in a knot, Tommy felt those huge breasts press against his chest as they smooched, her warming crotch grinding lightly against his hardon. Sitting up, Natalie gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, excited hands roaming across his impressive torso.
Keen to reciprocate, Tommy took hold of her skin-tight dress and tugged it up slowly, unveiling her curvy body inch by inch. So large were her breasts, that pulling the taut fabric past her bosom required greater exertion. But once he managed it, those magnificent mammaries practically burst from the scanty garment like melons from a grocery bag.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, tossing the dress aside.
An incredibly experienced lover, Tommy had enjoyed more pairs of tits than most men twice his age, but nevertheless, he reacted to that huge set of tanks like they were first he’d ever seen. Eyes bulging and mouth agape, he clutched them in his eager hands, dexterous fingers moulding the jiggly flesh as he dove in deep, burying his face between them.
“Mmm, yeah! That’s it, baby!” Natalie purred, hand at the back of his head. “Get in there good!”
Handsome face clamped tightly between them, Tommy smooshed those heavy mounds against his cheeks, practically smothering himself with their perky fullness. Immersing himself in the cavernous depths, the football star remained in her bust for as long as his lung capacity would allow. Finally emerging from the dingiest depths, Tommy sucked in chestfuls of air, pushing her titties together as he went back for more. Switching back and forth from one nipple to the other, the young stud played those stiff nubs like a harmonica, razzing obscenely as he powered up the motorboat. Deft hands caressing her enormous jugs, every pass of those skilled lips stoked the furnace that burned and smouldered between her thighs.
“Shit! These fucking tits!” Tommy gushed. He was like a kid in a toy shop, still jiggling her wondrous mounds as he came up for air.
Natalie giggled. “Like them, do ya?”
“Do priests like altar boys?” Tommy quipped, massaging those milk jugs with his paws.
“Erm...yeah,” Natlie replied. She patted the bedspread. “Here, lay back and I’ll show you what I can do with them.”
*
Back downstairs, the party was in full swing. A tray of punch-filled Solo cups balanced on her manicured hand, chesty ginger-haired house mother Christina Hendricks encircled the crowded lounge, offering the freshly-mixed drinks to gawking young men and jealous coeds alike as she maneuvered through the swarming masses.
Boasting a ludicrously curvy frame and gorgeous face that greatly defied her 40+ plus years, Miss Hendricks was arguably the most striking woman in attendance. And while she looked incredible in every single item that hung in her closet, the casual festive get up that she’d picked out that evening complimented her voluptuous form better than any other. A pair of tight blue jeans hugged her meaty thighs, clinging tightly to the large twin spheres of her ass. While her upper half (comfortably the larger of the two) had been squeezed into a colourful Christmas sweater; the words ‘Even Naughty Girls Deserve Something Nice’ stretched- and I mean stretched- across her heaving F cup bosom.
Knowing full well that she had the pick of the litter, Miss Hendricks floated through the party at a leisurely pace, enjoying the attentions of every set of eyes gazing her way as she searched for the perfect candidate. Or candidates. Spotting two worthy-looking prospects at the far side of the room, a wicked grin stretched across those stunning features as she marched off in their direction, tits bouncing around beneath her festive attire like a pair of basketballs. The two men- one of ebony skin, the other of ivory- were deep in conversation with a pair of slamming young hotties. But, undeniably beautiful as the two girls were, even their perky, college-aged charms couldn’t have held the boys’ attention once Miss Hendricks’ curvy MILF frame had slotted in between them.
“Excuse me, ladies. Mind if I squeeze in here?” she said, practically shoulder barging both girls out of the way.
The two women gasped, pouty lips parted in disbelief as the house mother’s tits nearly sent them flying.
“Can I offer you a drink, boys?” she asked, being careful not to shield her most wondrous assets as she thrust her tray out before her (not a difficult task, considering it would take a solar eclipse to block those things from view!). “You’re looking a little thirsty.”
That they most certainly were. In more ways than one. In fact, both men were staring so lecherously at the redhead’s bust, they were practically undressing her with their vision alone.
Miss Hendricks slid the tray forward until it was pressing their chests, and then, with all the subtlety and finesse of a bull in a china shop, she tipped it forward, spilling its entire contents and drenching both men from shoulders to groin. The sticky punch soaked into their t-shirts, pasting them to their torsos and showcasing every ounce of bulging muscle beneath.
“Oh, God!” Miss Hendricks yelped, putting a hand to her full set of lips. “I’m so sorry!”
She dropped her tray and it hit the floor with a thud, landing at the centre of a ring of empty cups.
“Dear me! Would you look at the mess I’ve made!” She placed her hand against the white guy’s chest and brushed his sodden shirt.
“Look, it’s all over your pants too!” she added, reaching across and stroking the black man’s crotch, the outline of his junk clearly visible. “God, I’m such a clutz!”
“Hey, it's cool, mama,” Jerome, the black one, declared, groaning slightly as she rubbed at his groin.
“Yeah, these things happen,” Dalton, the white one, added, eyes going cross as he stared down at her rack.
By now, their two female companions were practically seething with jealousy. Pouting like petulant kids, their arms crossed churlishly over their perky coed chests.
“Aww! Well, aren’t you a couple of sweet, young things,” Miss Hendricks replied. “But we can’t have you walking around like that for the rest of the evening now, can we? Come on, let’s get you boys cleaned up.”
She took both men by the arm and led them across the room, leaving the two college girls shell-shocked and speechless in her wake.
“Sorry, girls,” said Miss Hendricks, looking back at them with a triumphant grin. “Plenty more fish in the sea, right?”
The girls huffed angrily, glowing red like prize tomatoes as they stormed off across the lounge.
*
Tommy was sprawled out across Natalie Alyn Lind’s comfy king sized bed, hands tucked behind his head as the gorgeous, full-breasted blonde bobbed and dipped at his towering groin. DD boobs squished firmly together, the smooth, bronzed flesh wrapped seamlessly around his junk, swathing his pipe like it was made to measure. Working her magnificent bosom from tip to base, Tommy’s giant rod throbbed in the darkest recesses, leaking a stream of precum over his twitching crown and down onto the tops of her titties. Hopping and bouncing between his parted knees, Natalie’s golden locks swished gracefully back and forth, tickling his thighs with each motion.
Hearing her phone vibrate against the mattress, Natalie took a glance at the screen. “Unknown caller.”
“Just ignore it,” Tommy groaned, body trembling as she jerked him off.
“Some perv keeps calling us and leaving dirty messages,” Natalie grinned. “It might be fun to mess with him.”
Wrapping an arm around her jugs, she kept Tommy’s dong wedged firmly between them as she reached across and grabbed her phone. She answered the call and put it on loudspeaker.
“Hello. Who is it?”
No answer. Just a series of deep, ragged breaths.
“Oh, geez,” said Natalie. “Not you again. You know, you should really try jerking off to porn once in a while, dude. It’s gotta be cheaper than calling us every night of the week.”
The breaths continued, growing louder and quicker with each passing second. Tommy stared down at Natalie’s phone in disbelief, scarcely able to comprehend the deranged, almost inhuman sounds pouring from the loudspeaker. Then came an ear piercing shriek, so sudden and abrupt that he almost leapt right out of his skin.
“TITTIES! SHOW ME YOUR TITTIES!” a man squawked, his voice wild and manic. “SHOW ME YOUR TITTIES! SHOOOWWW MEEE YOOOUUURRR TIIITTIIIEEESSS!!!”
Natalie laughed. “Oh, you wanna see my titties, do you?”
“YES! YES! TITTIES! TITTIES! FAT FUCKING TITTIES! GONNA WRAP ‘EM AROUND MY COCK AND FUCK ‘EM!”
“Oh, yeah? Well, you better get in line, buddy. I’ve got a cock between them as we speak. A nice big one, at that. Much bigger than your little pencil dick, that’s for sure.”
Tommy looked down at Natalie and she returned an impish grin.
“How are you not creeped out by this?” he asked.
“I’m used to it! He does it all the time. Don’t you, loser?”
“JERK ME OFF! JERK ME OFF! JERK ME OFF WITH YOUR FAT FUCKING TITS!”
“Dream on, creep. I wouldn’t beat off your tiny, little prick if it was the last one on Earth! Jesus, dude! You’ve gotta be the most pathetic loser..."
Just then, a deep, booming roar thundered through the loudspeaker, the volume so high that it almost burst Tommy’s eardrums.
“UUURRRGGGHHH!!!”
Then all was quiet. That deafening howl gave way to those familiar grating breaths, even louder and gruffer than they had been before.
“Are you done now, freak?” asked Natalie. “Why don’t you take it somewhere else, you dickless, little…?”
And with that, the line went dead.
“There. That got rid of him,” said Natalie, lips curled up in a grin. “Now...where were we?”
*
Down the hall, in Miss Hendricks’ room, the buxom house mother herself was knelt on the carpeted floor, wedged between Dalton and Jerome. Strong hands gripping her boobs, Dalton’s huge vanilla cock was buried deep, deep down in the chasm between, those monstrous mounds sheathing his entire shaft.
On the other side, Jerome had a handful of her vibrant red hair gripped tight in his jet black knuckles. Working his large biceps steadily back and forth, he guided her thick, pouty lips along the length of his coal dark schlong. Gazing up at him with her bright blue eyes, Miss Hendricks swallowed every inch of that chocolate yule log with considerable aplomb and it wasn’t long before her plump red lips were puckering at his groin, his bulging brown head tickling her tonsils as he took him to the hilt.
“Yeah, come on, mama,” he cooed, looking down at the chesty redhead as she tended to his meat. “Suck that fat black dick!”
Feeling Dalton’s rod throb between her dirty pillows, Miss Hendricks groaned around the length of man beef stuffed down her throat as that light-skinned stud pounded away at her chest. Stretches of lily white skin spilling through the gaps in his fingers, Dalton grasped those heaving great milk tanks with every ounce of his might, groping them ardently as he drilled his dick between them.
Long fingers spreading at the back of her head, that large dark hand held her tight, pinning her face to his groin. Sucking greedily at his fat slab of meat, Miss Hendricks heaved as that twitching black crown glided past her tonsils and down into her esophagus. With nearly three decades worth of dick sucking experience to her name, the top-heavy MILF was about as accomplished a deepthroater as they came. But this was too much even for her.
Pushing against Jerome’s sturdy dark thighs, she released that rod from her chest, expelling the shaft in a wave of spitte. Thick ropes of the stuff rained down from her lips, drenching the tops of her titties, and the long ivory pole that was embedded so firmly between. Heavy tits soaked in her saliva, Dalton’s hands slipped and slid across the slickened surface, and it wasn’t long before that fat cock that had been sawing so majestically between them was slipping out like a wet fish.
“Wow!” she gasped, sucking in lungfuls of oxygen as her airways were finally cleared. “You guys sure know how to treat a lady, huh?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jerome grinned, feverishly excited and hungry for more.
“We’ve had a lot of practice,” Dalton declared.
“I’m sure you have,” Miss Hendricks replied. “Now, I wanna see what you can really do with those big dicks of yours. Who wants my ass?”
*
Propped up on his elbows, Tommy watched on as Natalie Alyn Lind knelt between his splayed thighs, lips pursed around his swollen bellend as she whacked him off with her tits. The horrors of the phone call long since forgotten, the chiseled young stud was perched happily on top of cloud nine, every pass of those giant knockers sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his system.
Tilting his head back every so often and gazing up at the ceiling above, Tommy cooed and groaned like a wounded critter as those big Christmas baubles slid up and down his pole, stimulating his every nerve. Wet, drooling mouth slurping at his crown, Natalie spewed a steady flow of slobber down the length of Tommy’s shaft, lubing it nicely for the hard and fast tittyfucking he was currently receiving.
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK* came the sounds from his groin as those sopping wet undersides smacked against his pelvis, the chesty blonde putting the full mass of her bosom behind each and every stroke. Sucking merciless at the head of his dick, Natalie coaxed out drop after drop of sticky, hot precum; a tasty appetizer to the gooey main course that was sure to follow. Lifting her head and looking up at her trembling lover, Natalie released the crown with a loud pucker of her lips, grinning at him as that juicy cock of his pounded away between her boobs.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she purred, voice laden with thirst.
“Uh huh,” Tommy groaned, clinging to his load for dear life as those weighty spank tanks nearly fucked him into a coma.
Picking up the pace, Natalie worked her tits furiously up and down his pole, those sticky undersides colliding with his groin at an ever quickening tempo. By now, his dick was throbbing uncontrollably, the chesty blonde delighting in the roaring arousal surging through his shaft as she jacked it with her titties. Sliding up to the peak once more, Natalie’s airbags smooshed snugly around his head, igniting a violent burst of jism that shot from his slit like a rocket to the moon.
Soaring through the air at full throttle, the thick semen missile fired toward the gods like it defied the laws of physics. Finally succumbing to the pull of gravity, that mighty wad of spunk rained back down over Natalie’s rack like a monsoon, streaking the tops of her twins and Tommy’s quivering bellend in ropes of creamy, hot goo.
“Damn!” Natalie cooed, purring with glee as that semen tsunami struck her mighty bosom. “Christ, dude! That was quite a blast!”
“Uh huh,” Tommy groaned. He collapsed back into the pillows, feeling like every ounce of fluid in his body had just spewed out from the hole in his dick.
“Well, I hope you’ve got another in you, big boy,” she grinned devilishly, tonguing at his slit and lapping up the last of his load. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet!”
*
Back down the hall, Miss Hendricks was stuffed between Jerome and Dalton’s ebony and ivory torsos like the meat in a sandwich. Held aloft in mid air, the two young studs tossed the auburn beauty this way and that, impaling her time and again on their footlong spears. Long black fingers grasping handfuls of her ample backside, Jerome guided the redhead’s tight, gripping asshole up and down his veiny shaft, burying it to the root with each pass.
“Oh, YES!” Miss Hendricks cried, staring up at her bedroom ceiling as she screamed herself hoarse. “Give it to me, boys! Fuck me senseless with those FAT FUCKING COCKS!”
Powerful biceps wrapped firmly around her thighs, Dalton carefully dodged the wild to and fro of her huge, flopping bosom (good thing he did, as the weight of those tits was surely enough to knock a man unconscious) as he worked her along his wang, his swollen pink head tunnelling in repeatedly and prodding at her g-spot.
Having already administered a great many orgasms, the light and dark duo were working on a pair of their own, their equally huge dongs swelling furiously with each unwavering plunge. Holding her still, the mixed-race hunks thrust into Miss Hendricks’ voluptuous frame with unbridled force, delivering hard pelvic smacks upon her burning crotch and sending tempestuous ripples through her sizeable rear as they dicked her into submission.
Arms laid across their big, broad shoulders, Miss Hendricks dug her well-kept nails into twin sets of unyielding muscle as she gleefully took the brunt of each two-pronged slam. Handsome face burrowed between her tits, Dalton smothered himself to half to death as he motorboated furiously, practically etombing himself in her gloomy depths as he pounded her hot pink pussy.
“Yeah! Take those dicks, mama!” Jerome roared, his voice deep and booming. “Take those fuckin’ dicks!”
Powerful strokes flawlessly timed and synched to perfection, both Dalton and Jerome’s huge, heavy balls churned incessantly as they smacked against her taint. White and black dickheads throbbing vigorously in the depths of each orifice, both men railed the busty redhead with a rampant fury that bespoke their impending eruption. Bucking ferociously, the pair of them squeezed in tight, nearly squishing the chesty MILF between their muscled torsos as sheathed themselves to the hilt.
Roaring at the tops of their lungs, both men looked to the heavens, viciously manhandling the house mother's wonderfully curvaceous frame as they clamped it between them and pumped it full of seed. At what couldn’t have been more than a split second apart, twin wads of thick, fiery semen flooded both holes in equal measure, filling her womb and streaking up her colon. Feeling that gooey jism bubbling in her innards, Miss Hendricks screamed out from between their shredded frames, cumming once more as they painted her insides white.
“Oh, wow!” Miss Hendricks panted, kissing each man in turn. Her ample chest heaved and she purred delightedly as those two wads of spunk simmered away inside her. “God, I love college!”
The buxom redhead graduated from Chestminster way back in ‘97, but that statement was just as true now as it had been back then. Maybe moreso.
“Goddamn! You’s a real bad bitch, Miss Hendricks!” said Jerome, prying his rod from her ass as he set her down on the bed.
“Yeah!” Dalton agreed, stroking his still-stiff rod. “You’re the best piece of ass we’ve ever had!”
The redhead chuckled as she sprawled out across the mattress, cum oozing from both her holes. “Why, thank you, boys. You aren’t too bad yourselves! I see those dicks are still nice and hard for me too.”
“Yep,” Jerome grinned. “We ain’t done if you ain’t, mama. I ain’t fucked those big ass titties yet.”
Miss Hendricks thought long and hard- very long and hard- but ultimately decided against it. Those two young beefcakes had just pounded her to within an inch of her life. Any more and she might not recover.
“Hmm. Tempting, boys, but I think it’s time you two ran along.” She crawled under the bedsheets, pulling them up over her buxom form. “And tell those kids to turn the music down. Mama needs her beauty sleep.”
*
The party was winding down as Natalie Alyn Lind opened her bedroom door, and she and Tommy came sauntering out. A short silken robe was tied around Natalie’s hips, while Tommy was now wearing a positively shit-eating grin to accompany his casual attire. The figure in the attic watched through a crack in the hatch as she threw an arm around his shoulder and kissed him goodnight. Giving his groin a farewell stroke, she informed the football star that he and his ‘big, fat cock’ could return anytime they wanted. Tommy strolled down the hall, grinning like an idiot as he began down the staircase.
Back inside her room, Natalie slipped off her robe and wrapped her body in a light blue towel. Reaching for the closet door, the hinge swung open, seemingly of its own accord.
“AHHH!!!” Natalie shrieked, the sudden scare making her titties hop.
Preparing to fend off whichever malevolent force had manifested itself inside her closet, Natalie heard nothing but the innocuous tinkling of a bell. She looked down at the floor as the housecat, Max, trotted out from the darkness within, the jingle bells ringing on his festive red collar.
“Jesus, Max!” she sighed in relief. “You scared the shit outta me.”
Max sat looking at the startled girl and scratched at her bedroom door, quite unaware of the fright he’d given her.
“Yeah, get outta here,” she said, opening the door and shooing him out. “Stupid cat.”
The man in the attic watched as Natalie crossed the hallway and went into the bathroom. He waited until she closed the door behind her, then the hatch slid back and out he came.
*
The lock on the bathroom door was busted- the result of a somewhat viscous hammering Sydney Sweeney had taken against it at a party the week before. And though Miss Hendricks had searched high and low for the stud that had administered the pounding (partly so he could pay for the damages and partly so he could give her the same treatment), the sisters had been showering in an unlocked room ever since.
Natalie whipped off her towel and hung it on the radiator. She stepped into the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain across as she turned on the showerhead. The heat from the water fogged the windows and mirror as it trickled across her skin, soaking her top-heavy frame. She gathered a bottle of shower gel from the rack on the wall and squeezed it over her chest, dousing her ample bosom. Natalie’s bout with the young football player had left her caked in splooge, and as the water flowed across her sunkissed flesh, the buxom blonde ran her hands across her giant bust, cleansing it thoroughly and coating her boobs with suds.
The water pummelled against her skin, rinsing her clean as she moved down to her lower half. Sliding her hands across her ass cheeks, Natalie started belting out a powerful rendition of...something as she washed her shapely rear. She wasn’t the most proficient of vocalists and whatever tune it was she was warbling along to was a little hard to discern. But what she lacked in pitch and tone, she more than made up for in volume, and before long the blonde beauty was piping out that mystery number with all her heart. Her voice was so loud, in fact, that it rose above the creak of the door as it eased open, a booted foot planting itself on the bathroom tiles.
Natalie ran her hands across her thighs, sudding them liberally. Nearing the climax of her vocal performance, the chesty young coed hit a particularly high and particularly ear-splitting note as the shower curtain was tugged back behind her. Turning on her heels, her hearty number was abruptly cut short as she found herself staring down the blade of a particularly large and especially shiny kitchen knife. A sinister face grinned back at her and Natalie barely had time to scream in terror as that piercing blade was driven forward and sunk into her forehead.
Sharp tip penetrating her brain, Natalie’s eyes fell still and her mouth went slack, thick drops of blood dripping down into the water below. Pulling at the handle, he pried the knife free with a loud *SHUCK*, a spurt of blood spraying across the shower curtain. Natalie slumped to the floor, landing in a heap at the bottom of the tub. Blood gushed from her wound, merging with the water and turning it red.
The killer detached the shower head and cleaned the bathtub, rinsing off the blood with all the calmness and placidity of a housewife sponging off mould. Fetching the naked body, he tossed it over his shoulder. He climbed up the wall-mounted ladder and back into the attic, taking Natalie with him.
Saturday, 19th December
Officer Tillman was stood behind the front desk at the Chestminster station house, leafing through a local newspaper, when the heavy oak doors were thrust open. Looking up from the pages of his rag, Tillman did a double take worthy of any badly-acted sitcom as he caught sight of the two ladies sauntering in from the brisk outdoors. One blonde, the other brunette, both young women were stunningly beautiful and distinctly full of figure; their thick winter coats doing little to hide the huge sets of breasts flopping around beneath.
“Hello, Officier,” said the brunette, beaming a gorgeous smile as they approached the desk.
“Afternoon, ladies,” Tillman replied. “How can I help you today?”
“Well, my name’s Sydney,” the blonde began. “This is my friend Ariel. We’re from the Delta Delta Delta sorority house, and we and our sisters have been receiving some lewd phone calls of late. We’d like to report them.”
“I see.” Tillman fetched a report sheet and placed it on the desk. “First of all, ladies, can I take your surnames.”
“Sweeney.”
“Winter.”
Tillman made a note of their names. “And the address at the sorority house?”
“69 Bustworth Street,” said Sydney.
“Thank you. Now, how long have been receiving these calls?”
“About a week,” Ariel declared.
“And how often?”
“Every day, pretty much,” said Sydney. “This guy really can’t get enough.” She tugged at the collar of her winter coat. “Gee, it’s kinda hot in here, isn’t it, Ariel?”
“Sure is, Sydney,” Ariel replied. “You don’t mind if we take off our coats, do you, Officer?”
“Err...no, Miss Winter. Be my guest.”
“Thank you.”
Both girls removed their overcoats and draped them over their arms. Now all that covered their top halves were a pair of thin white cami tops, both garments showcasing a deeply cavernous cleavage that could give the Grand Canyon a run for its money.
“That’s better,” Sydney grinned. “So, what do you think, Officer? Think you can catch this creep?”
Tillman himself wouldn’t be catching anyone. It was his job to take down the relevant information and hand it onto the detectives. His role in the case was done, but he couldn’t help but want to pry a little further. After all, the opportunity to get these two large-chested coeds spouting some dirty talk was one he couldn’t pass up.
“Well, to be honest, ladies, I’m not quite sure that we’ve got enough information. Tell me, is there any particular theme to these calls? Any words or phrases that keep recurring?”
The two girls looked at one another and grinned. “Well, Officer, as you can see, both of us have very large breasts,” Sydney explained, “as do our sorority sisters, and this little pervert likes to talk about them when he makes his calls.”
“What does he say?”
“Right, well, let’s see. What was it he said to me last time he called?” Ariel pondered. “‘I want to fuck your big titties. I want to wrap your titties around my juicy, fat cock and blow my load all over them’.”
Tillman watched on in awe as this stacked young student spewed all manner of crude material from across his desk. He tried his damndest to maintain eye contact, but his peepers seemed to act of their accord; roving down to that huge set of tits that wobbled delightfully with every movement and gesticulation. The officer could feel his cock start to swell in his pants, his girthy shaft stretching further down his thigh with every word she spoke.
“Something like that, anyway,” Ariel concluded, grinning impishly as the distracted officer gawked at her monstrous chest.
“Right,” Tilman replied. He looked across at Sydney. “And how about you?”
“He gets a little freakier with me. ‘Gimme your titties, mommy. I want you suck on those big, fat titties. Is it feeding time, mommy? Baby needs his milk’. That kind of thing. Methinks the guy’s got some issues.”
Tilman was transfixed. It was like he’d been hypnotised. In his defence, watching those kinky words form on Sydney’s gloriously plump set of lips was enough to put anyone into a trance.
“Hey, shouldn’t you be writing this down?” she asked, clawing him from his reverie.
“Hmm?” asked Tilman, returning a comically vacant stare. “Oh, don’t worry, Miss Sweeney.” He tapped the side of his head. “It’s all up here.”
He wasn’t lying. Mental pictures were forming in his brain of every word the two girls had spoken and plenty more they hadn’t. In fact, there seemed no end to the filthy images his mind was conjuring up.
Sydney and Ariel looked at one another, exchanging playful grins. The officer’s patent arousal certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed, and the buxom duo simply relished watching him stew. After all, cockteasing was a keen interest of both young women and the pair of them were always on the lookout for an opportunity to indulge in their favourite pastime.
“OK, that’s good,” Sydney replied. “So, I guess we’re done here, huh, Officer? Unless you need anything else from us?”
“Yeah, I mean, this guy sure seems to like our titties, right?” Ariel declared. “Do you think you might need to, like, give them an inspection or something? You know, as evidence or whatever.”
“Yeah,” Sydney agreed. “They’re a big part of the case, right?”
Tillman certainly couldn’t argue with that. They were a big part of the case. Hell, they were big, period. Tillman wasn’t sure that allowing two women to bare their breasts for him fell under the banner of Serve and Protect, but they’d made him an offer he simply couldn't refuse. He knew full well that Captain Hayek would strip him of his badge and gun in the blink of an eye if she caught him with a buxom young coed on each arm, but it didn’t act as much of a deterrent. Frankly, she could deprive him of his entire uniform and make him march through the snow in his underpants for all he cared. Those titties were too good to pass up.
“You know what, ladies,” he replied, “that’s a very good idea. Why don’t you come ‘round here and join me?”
The girls strolled around the side of the desk and soon the officer found himself flanked on either side, two huge pairs of scarcely-clad breasts pressed up against his torso.
“I think you’re right, ladies. I have a feeling these will be a very big part of this case,” Tilman continued, eyes bulging as he gazed down at their chests. “Very big, indeed.”
Sydney giggled. “Well then, Officer, maybe you oughta give them a closer inspection.”
Sydney lifted up her top and tossed it aside, baring those spectacular breasts. Tillman gawped at those freed puppies as they swung from her chest, dangling in gravity-defying pertitude over the rest of her well-toned frame. Impish grin plastered across her face, Sydney placed a hand at the back of the officer’s head, pulling him into her cleavage.
“Yeah, that’s it, Officer. Inspect those fucking titties!”
Face buried in the darkest parts of her rack, Tillman gave those juicy melons a good going over, leaving no stone left unturned as he immersed himself between them. Thick mounds of flesh squeezing against his cheeks, the officer could barely breathe as he performed what can only be described as an incredibly rigorous cavity search. Resurfacing from between her tits, Tillman licked ardently across her pale white flesh, nimble tongue slithering across her rock-hard nubs and ringing her areolas.
“Well, Officer, am I clean?” Sydney asked. “Not hiding anything in there, am I?”
“I don’t think so, Miss Sweeney,” Tillman mumbled, between sucks at her stiff pink nipples. “But maybe I oughta take another look.”
Gripping a tuftful of hair, Sydney plunged the officer back into her bosom, smothering his face once more. Wrapping an arm around the back of his head, the buxom blonde held him firmly between her jiggling globes, keeping him there until every inch of her bust had been thoroughly inspected.
By the time she let him up for air, that second set of equally huge knockers were hanging out as well. Completely unencumbered and free as a bird. This time Tillman didn’t require any kind of encouragement. Diving face first into that hefty set of tanks, he promptly gave them the same treatment, lapping and tonguing over every stretch of skin he was capable of reaching. Collecting them in his excited hands, he gave those weighty udders a hearty squeeze, putting his lips to her swollen nubs and suckling like a famished babe.
Sydney watched on as the greedy lawman feasted on her girlfriend’s dumplings, eyes roving south and quickly spotting the long, cylindrical lump growing down the leg of his pants.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. “Officer, what a big nightstick you have! Ariel, you gotta take a look at this!”
“Wow!” said Ariel, peering down at the policeman’s groin. “That’s a big one, huh? Maybe we should do a little inspection of our own.”
With that, both women dropped to their knees at the officer’s feet. Licking teasingly along the outline of his rod, the two girls tended to his leather belt, quickly unbuckling it and tugging it free. Unbuttoning his navy blue pants, they slid their fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged down, that thick flesh baton springing out like a jack-in-the-box.
“Goddamn!” Sydney exclaimed, eyeing that piece of meat. “I bet you’ve apprehended a few suspects with this, haven’t you, Officer?”
“I’d definitely come willingly if that thing was involved!” Ariel quipped.
“Me too,” Sydney agreed. “I think this cock could make me come anyway it wanted!”
Giggling amongst themselves, the girls took hold of his rod, feeling it swell in their palms as they stroked it lovingly.
“Look at the size of this thing!” Ariel cooed, purring like a kitten as she jacked that turgid pole. “I wonder if it’s ever been discharged in the line of duty.”
“Don’t know, girl,” Sydney replied. “But there’s definitely a first time for everything!”
Wrapping their lips around that girthy trunk, those twin sets of glossed-up smackers smooshed together as they worked them along his pipe. Guiding their mouths from bellend to base, those thick sets of lips roamed effortlessly past every vein and capillary, leaving long trails of sloppy, warm spittle in their wake. The two young women worked seamlessly in tandem, each and every move well practiced and flawlessly synched. This definitely wasn’t the first dick they’d shared. After all, the two buxom coeds were the very best of friends- bosom buddies, if you will- and liked nothing more than to twos up a fat side of beef!
Working her lips right up to the head, Ariel gaped them apart and steered that thick crown inside, sealing them shut at the crest of his stock. Dipping down between the policeman’s thighs, Sydney parted her own pair of pouty pink lips and gobbled up one of his balls, suckling away as her girlfriend worked the shaft.
Tillman still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. It had been quite the turn of events. One minute he’d been checking the sports pages in the local paper, the next he had two gorgeous women- both with an exceptional set of tits- tending to his junk! In fact, the lucky lawman was so swept up in the moment that he’d forgotten all about the perp he had locked up in the holding cell not ten feet away.
A chronic masturbator with a rich history of whipping it out in public, Terrence Whitley had seen the inside of the Chestminster station house more times than he could count. In fact, he likely would have been prime suspect in the sorority house case, had he not been arrested for whacking off at the local pool just two days before. Whitley had been locked up in the cell for the better part of 48 hours and had gotten up to his old tricks some ten times already. The merest sight of one of the female officers and his cuffs were jingling away like sleigh bells as he pumped his rod like a fiend.
In spite of the cold weather, the festive season was one of his busiest times and Whitley had spent many a December’s eve locked up in a jail cell, having gotten a bit over excited at a carol concert or in a busy department store. But the sick little fucker thought that all his Christmases had come at once when those two buxom females removed their tops and started sucking on Tillman’s dick. He’d shot his wad over the station house floor three times already and was well on his way to adding a fourth as Sydney and Ariel went to town on the officer’s wang.
Bobbing wildly at Tillman’s groin, Ariel choked down that huge prick one girthy inch after another, sucking up a hardy portion with each deep pull of her lips. Drooling and slobbering as she took it down, the busty brunette left behind a gooey mess of spit that only got sloppier with each pass she took.
Meanwhile, Sydney was squatted beneath her, suckling away at Tilman’s big, bloated balls as they brewed and churned against her tongue. Happily gobbling at those full, swinging orbs, thick drops of saliva dripped from his sac and down onto the station floor as she let one slip and switched to the other.
Gazing up at the officer as he cooed and moaned above her, Ariel worshipped every inch of that fat, meaty prick, gleefully swallowing span after span until her plump set of lips were puckered at his groin. Slurping greedily and sucking hard, Ariel’s mouth formed a vacuum around the officer’s truncheon from which no molecule could possibly escape.
“Ughh!!” Tillman groaned, quaking in his boots as his dick disappeared, twitching bellend leaking a drip feed of sticky goo straight down her esophagus.
Coughing and spluttering around the girthy base, Ariel finally pried that monster from between her lips, thick sluices of spittle raining down onto her juggies as she wretched it free.
“Phew!” Ariel exclaimed, clutching that dripping wang and gasping for air. “I must say, Officer, this is one heck of a baton you’ve got here. You can beat my ass with this thing any time you like!”
“My turn, Ariel!” Sydney yelped. “I want to feel that dick between my titties!”
Gripping his rod at the base, Tillman ran his hands along the sloopy, wet shaft and slapped it down into Sydney’s rack. Gathering them in his trembling paws, he squashed that full set of milk jugs around his slippery pole, holding them together as he sliced his shaft between them.
“Oh, yeah! Do it, Officer! Fuck these fucking titties!”
And fuck them, he did. Reshaping those breasts with his dexterous hands, Tillman bucked at her bosom like his life depended on it. Fat, saggy set of nuts slapping against her sternum, the officer’s wang soared through her sopping wet tit tunnel like a flesh locomotive.
“Mmm, fuck!” Sydney growled, gazing up at the police stud as he pumped her heavy bust. “Goddamn, that dick feels good in my rack!”
She was clearly enjoying herself; the blonde beauty cooing in delight as that girthy pipe slithered through her slicked-up gorge. But Ariel wasn’t going to let her have all the fun, and as Tillman’s angry pink bellend poked out from the tops of her titties, the chesty brunette was quick to seize it; catching it in between her lips and drenching it in spittle.
Tilman squeezed Sydney’s heavy set of wobbling milk bags together with all of his might, sweat beading on his brow as he drilled his dick between them. Every peek from that dark flesh gully was met by a hungry embrace from Ariel’s mouth, a fresh layer of spit lining that swelling head as it returned to the depths. By now, Tilman’s dick was pounding away like nobody’s business, a mighty wad of spunk churning away in his balls as they cannoned against Sydney’s torso.
“Are you going to cum, Officer?” she asked, feeling his rod spasm as it sliced between her boobs.
“Uh huh,” Tilman hissed through gritted teeth.
“Come on then, Officer! Do it! Cum on these big, fat juggies!”
Prying his dick desperately from her chestal abyss, Tillman pulled his pork like a man possessed. Sydney and Ariel knelt side by side, their equally huge pairs of milky white titties squishing together as they held them up before him.
“Give us that cum, Officer!” Ariel begged, weighty funbags wobbling in her hands. “Hose us down with your gooey, hot spunk!”
Jacking it wildly, Tillman tilted his head skyward, spewing a foul-mouthed tirade into the station house ceiling as his bellend exploded; drenching both sets of breasteses in an unholy amount of fiery hot jism.
“Oh, yeah! That’s it, Officer!” Sydney gushed, purring delightedly as that almighty torrent splattered across her bosom. “Coat these fucking titties!”
Emitting further ropes of fluid over both enormous busts, long streaks of the stuff trickled down all four heaving tanks and dripped from their bullet-hard nubs.
Over at the holding cell, Terence Whitley was having the time of his life. Watching those two young coeds get a chestful of splooge was every sexual deviant’s dream come true, and as Officer Tilman voided his bloated sac over both sets of jugglies, the depraved little pervert was beating his dirty dong six ways from Sunday, firing seemingly endless volleys of baby batter all over the station house floor.
Every drop of semen pumped from his withering balls, Tillman felt like every last morsel of energy had been expelled along with it. Stumbling backwards in a light-headed stupor, the spent officer collapsed onto a nearby swivel chair, nearly sparking out cold as his ass touched the leather.
“Uh oh,” said Sydney, scooping up a dollop of spunk and slipping it into her mouth. “Officer down!”
Lapping up long ropes of goop from each other’s chests, the girls roused a final stir from Tilman’s wilting schlong as they cleaned themselves up and re-covered their bosoms.
“OK, Officer,” said Ariel, slipping on her winter coat, “we’ll leave this case in your capable hands.”
“Let us know when you’ve cracked it and we’ll give you a reward,” Sydney added, flashing him a naughty wink.
“Ta-ta!”
Ariel blew him a kiss and with that they were gone.
Tillman looked down at the report sheet still laid out on the desk before him, the page now marked by several drops of stray splooge.
“Whoops!” he said, using a tissue to dab it dry before filing it with the others.
It was only then that he remembered about the plank-spanking suspect locked up in the holding cell. Looking across the room, he heard the rattle of handcuffs as Terence Whitley fed his now red raw dong back into his pants and zipped up his fly.
“Hey, Whitley!” Tillman yelled. “Hands where I can see ‘em, chubrubber! Remember what I said? You shoot your spunk on that floor again, I’m gonna make you lick it up!”
Tillman stood and buckled his belt, crossing the room to check on the detainee. He looked down at the extra-thick globs of semen streaked across the station floor, then back up at the sheepish-looking captive, quaking nervously through the bars of his cell.
“Well, well. Just you couldn’t help yourself, could you, you sick fuck? Looks like you’re getting extra dessert today then, doesn’t it?” Tillman grinned at him maliciously and returned to his chair. “And, Whitley…” he added, putting his feet up on the desk and shuffling his newspaper, “make sure you get it all, won’t you.”
End of Part One
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