Scene 5:
Tits Ahoy!Starring:
Kat Dennings and Hayley Atwell
The fifth installment of Swallowed.com’s Internet-breaking celebrity specials started in the most magnificent way possible- with a gratuitous close up of two huge sets of breasts. And if the director’s track record was anything to go by, it was sure to be the first of many. All four boobs had been packed tight into a pair of matching white cami tops, the fabric of each garment scarcely thick enough to hide the swell of their nipples. Mind-blowing cleaves bulged freely from both and the website’s logo was stretched so outrageously across each enormous chest that the letters were barely legible.
Reluctantly pulling back from the utterly breath-taking close up, the director framed his two guests in a mid-shot, revealing that both were every bit as blessed in the face department as they were in the chest. They were Kat Dennings and Hayley Atwell; two gorgeous brunettes who, as I believe has already been established, had truly monstrous pairs of breasts.
“Damn!” the director sighed, still drooling from behind his lens. “Quite the sets of titties we’ve got here today.”
The women giggled, giving their fabulous mounds a teasing jiggle for the camera.
“Bet they’ll look even better with a cock between them.”
“Oh, they do,” Hayley confirmed in her familiar posh British accent. “Believe me, they do.”
“I don’t doubt it,” the director chuckled. “Can’t wait to see for myself. But first, you’re gonna be sucking some dick. You girls like sucking dick?”
“Mmhmm,” Kat replied. “Especially when I get to share one with a girlfriend like I do today.”
“Oh, yeah? So you’ve done this before, huh?”
“Once or twice. It’s a lot of fun. Especially when the girl has nice big bubbas like these,” she declared, squeezing one of Hayley’s cans. “Then I’m like a kid in a candy store. Sorry, I better translate for our British friend here.
A child in a sweet shop,” she added, imitating her co-star as best she could.
“Right, yes,” said Hayley, rolling her big brown eyes. It wasn’t the first time her voice had been mimicked on a trip to the States. “Thanks for that, love.”
“And how about, Miss British Lady?” the director asked. “Have you shared many dicks in your time?”
“Yeah, I’ve shared a few with Lizzie, and with Scarlett and Cobie. Marvel sets are good for that kind of thing.”
“I can confirm,” said Kat, cutting in with a smirk that was more than a little suggestive.
The director was intrigued. And why wouldn’t he be? “Oh, you can, huh?”
“Mmhmm. I’ve shared a dick with Lizzie also, and with Natalie too.”
“Shit! I need to get myself on one of those sets! Do you happen to know if they’re looking for cameramen?”
“I don’t know,” Kat replied. “But if you bring a few of the guys from your site along then I’m sure you’ll be more than welcome!”
“I’ll bear that in mind. And speaking of baring things, I think it’s time we took a look at these titties of yours, don’t you?”
“Absolutely!” said Hayley, clearly keen to show off what were surely her greatest assets.
“Stand up. Let’s get a good look at you.”
The ladies stood, boobs bouncing as they rose from their seats. The director went in for another close up, pointing his camera first at Kat’s rack and then at Hayley’s.
“Goddamn!” he sighed, those hefty tanks made even larger by the curve of his fisheye. “You really do have fantastic titties.”
Hayley chuckled, wobbling them about once more. “Why, thank you.”
“How big are they?”
“They’re a 32DD,” she declared, responding with all the confidence and pride that such a large bra size instilled.
“Yowza!” He pointed his camera back at her friend. “And you?”
“34DD.”
He blew a sharp whistle. “Wow! Almost matching, huh?”
The girls laughed. “Yep!”
“You know, I reckon you girls could bounce these titties right out of these little tops you're wearing. What do you think?”
“Hmm," Hayley grinned. “Challenge accepted.”
With that, the ladies clasped hands and promptly started bouncing. The first hop sent the hems of their matching tops slipping halfway up their bosoms, the round, shapely undersides poking out for all to see. One more and their nipples were bared; twin sets of long pink nubs that were already stiff with excitement. One final jump and their boobs were freed altogether, both white tops resembling little more than thin strips of thread as they bunched up beneath their shoulders.
But those who thought the bouncing would stop once their tits were released were very much mistaken. In fact, both women were hopping up and down more vigorously than ever, those unencumbered knockers bouncing around their chests like a sack of basketballs. Then, in a stroke of post-production genius worthy of multiple Academy Awards, the editor slowed down the footage to what appeared to be a tenth of its initial speed, capturing every ripple of flesh as those humongous melons flopped about in breath-taking super slo-mo.
By the time the video had returned to its original tempo, the director was gawping like a yokel from behind his expensive lens- unsure whether to be more excited by the two-way titfucking that was soon to come, or the numerous figures it would add to his back account.
“Wow! That’s quite a sight! Let’s see how they look pushed together.”
Both ladies wore matching sets of skimpy black short shorts, and as they turned to face one another, their plump, round booties curved out from behind them with equal shape and volume. Wrapping their arms around each other’s waists, they nuzzled in close, squishing their fat juggies together. Large heaps of flesh moulded as one, both chests so similar in size, shape and skin tone that it was almost impossible to tell where one set of cans ended and the other began.
Chests finally separated, Hayley gathered Kat’s melons in her hands, stretches of milky white flesh spilling through the gaps in her fingers as she kneaded them like pawfuls of dough. Wrapping her lips around a rock hard, bullet-like nipple, she pushed Kat’s juggies together as she suckled her, guzzling like a babe in arms. Releasing it with a loud wet pucker, Hayley left behind spindly strings of spittle as she moved from one titty and straight on to the other.
The director watched on in awe, dollar signs flashing in his eyes as those two gorgeous and busty brunettes rigorously explored each other’s assets.
“Why don’t you stick your face between ‘em?” he suggested, picturing his bank balance rise with every second of gold that he captured on video.
“Hmm, don’t mind if I do,” Hayley replied, quickly immersing herself in her co-star’s cleavage.
“Mmm, yeah! That’s it, English girl,” Kat purred, squishing her boobs against her girlfriend's face. “Get in there good.”
“MMM!” Hayley cooed, her groans stifled by the great mountains of flesh smothering her to within an inch of her life.
“Hmm, I think she likes it in there,” the director observed, watching the whole thing through his viewfinder.
“I think so too,” Kat agreed, jiggling her breasts and slapping them against Hayley’s cheeks. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, English girl? You like those fat titties in your face, huh?”
Hayley didn’t answer (she was buried so deep that even the most rudimentary speech was entirely out of the question), but the deeply muffled moans pouring out from between Kat’s tits really did tell their own story. She was clearly having the time of her life, but as the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Fearing that any further smothering may in fact prove fatal, Kat’s grip loosened and Hayley emerged, red-faced and breathless, from the depths of her heaving bosom.
“Wow!” she gasped, wheezing something fierce. “Blimey! You could bloody kill someone with these things, love!”
Kat grinned. “Didn’t hear you complaining, English girl.”
That was undeniably true. But even if her co-star
had voiced such concerns, it's doubtful that she would’ve heard them. Near death experience notwithstanding, Hayley had given Kat’s titties a good and thorough going over. What kind of friend would she be if she didn’t return the favour?
Collecting those weighty mounds in her soft and dexterous paws, Kat squeezed them gently as she smooshed them together, jiggling those puppies with glee.
“Mmm, fuck!” she sighed. “Look at these big English muffins!”
Hayley’s breasts certainly were quite the spectacle and as those ripe, juicy melons wobbled in her manicured hands, Kat was dying to see if they tasted as good as they looked. Drooling lips enveloping an areola, the actress sucked on her stiff pink nipple like an infant at feeding time, dousing it in spittle before switching to the other.
Keeping those boobs pushed firmly together, Kat’s thick set of lips slid back and forth from one swollen teat to the next, playing her friend’s rack like a harmonica. Specs of saliva sprayed in all directions as she razzed obscenely, motorboating until her heart’s content.
The director was awestruck. The sapphic shenanigans filling the space on his memory card was truly the stuff of dreams, and he could quite happily have watched those two top-heavy starlets feast on each other’s funbags all the livelong day. But the audience had come for a blowjob, so a blowjob they would receive.
“OK, ladies, who wants to suck some dick?”
“Ooh, yes, please!” Hayley replied courteously, like the good-mannered Brit she was.
“Fuck yeah! Give us that cock!” her American friend added, a rather more brazen response.
*
A quick cut later and the ladies were down on their knees. Much to the viewers’ dismay, their huge sets of tits had been sadly re-covered. But the director didn’t take the shielding of such wondrous assets lightly, and as the audience would soon learn, the covering of such a vast amount of flesh was all for good reason.
With the girls in position, it was time to bring out their co-star. For this particular scene the director had chosen Ernesto, and as he stepped into frame and in front of the two kneeling starlets, one of the largest cocks in the entire industry was unleashed and ready to go.
“Blimey! What a big dick!” Hayley exclaimed, gawking listlessly as she took it in her hands.
Her mouth opened and she steered his cock inside, full set of lips cushioning his bellend. Head bobbing steadily, Hayley’s lips slid smoothly along Ernesto’s shaft, leaving slimy trails of spit in their wake. Sticky goo dripped from his slit as she continued to suck him, trickling across her tongue and straight down her esophagus.
So engrossed was she in the consumption of manmeat, Hayley almost forgot that the dick was for sharing. In fact, after a while, she appeared to forget that Kat was there altogether and would happily have sucked away at that long Latin pole for hours on end, had her fellow brunette and MCU alumni not reminded her of her presence.
“Hey, don’t hog it, English girl!” Miss Dennings protested, arms crossed churlishly across her spectacular DD chest.
“Oh, sorry, love,” Hayley replied, wrenching the cock from between her lips and passing it onto her friend. “I got a little carried away there!”
But her apologies fell on deaf ears. In fact, they were practically drowned out altogether as her equally greedy and buxom co-star devoured that schlong like her last meal. Bobbing her head with matching ferocity, Kat’s thick, juicy dicksucking lips roamed along his fuckstick with ease, sinking deeper with motion.
Precum continued to flow, and so did the saliva; both substances swishing and swirling around her mouth as she chowed down on that big, fat dick. One last plunge took her straight to the hilt, those already plump red lips puckering even larger as they laid a loud, wet smacker upon his groin.
“Oh, wow!” Hayley exclaimed, cooing in amazement as that monstrously long penis disappeared before her very eyes.
But she hadn’t seen anything yet and no sooner had that thick set of lips pushed up against Ernesto’s flesh, were his large, tattooed hands pinning her head to his groin, strong hips bucking as he fucked her face. Locks of shiny black hair spilled through the gaps in his fingers as he held her tight, slicing his dick between her lips. His brown bellend tunneled in deep, gliding past her tonsils with unwavering force.
Thrusts continuing and quickening in pace, the director pointed his camera between Ernesto’s legs, capturing the action from a ground up perspective. It was an innovative angle, for sure- the kind he’d become known for during his years behind the lens- and it offered one hell of a view. Not only of the immensely fat cock sliding down the starlet’s throat, but of the lovely, big pair of tits flopping about beneath her shirt.
But it wasn’t all peaches and cream, and such a daring camera angle didn’t come without its share of complications. Indeed, as the facefucking intensified, sloppy, great ropes of spittle started to rain down onto the lens, leaving long, gooey trails splattered across the glass. But Ernesto was far from concerned. In fact, he couldn’t have cared less if he showered the camera with enough fluid to fry the motherboard. And as the spit continued to fall, he plowed away at Kat’s slobbering cakehole with renewed and relentless vigor.
Dick wetter than an otter’s pocket, Ernesto pried himself from Kat’s drooling mouth and quickly switched to Hayley, plugging her face and pumping his hips anew. Pummeling her throat with tremendous gusto, saliva poured from his veiny underbelly, showering her chest like a waterfall. Now the covering of those titties was beginning to make sense. They were having a wet t-shirt contest, only with spit instead of water. It was difficult to say who was winning, but with both pairs of boobs almost perfectly visible through the fabric of their shirts, it was clearly a huge success.
With her throat well fucked and her t-shirt wet like a washcloth, Ernesto extracted his dick from halfway down Hayley’s chest and declared her the victor. Her prize? Why, a wet and wild tittyfucking, of course! Gripping two handfuls of her sodden and see through top, the ripped Latin stud flexed his impressive muscles and quickly tore it in two, spilling her breasts into the open like melons from a grocery bag.
“Oh my God!” Hayley shrieked, gasping in shock as her tits were so viciously bared.
But Ernesto was just getting started. Gathering them carefully in his strong and inked up hands, those huge, heavy tits were wrapped around his dick in the blink of an eye, thrusting steadily as he sliced it between them.
Starting to feel a little left out, Kat circled around behind her friend and the two promptly kissed, tongues dueling in the sloppiest way imaginable. It triggered something in Ernesto and his hips bucked harder, sawing his meat between those juggies like a master craftsman.
“Yeah, that’s it, honey,” Kat encouraged, eyes locking onto Ernesto’s as he pumped her girlfriend’s chest. “Fuck these big fucking tits!”
Dick soaring through her tit tunnel like a flesh locomotive, Ernesto’s thick, swollen crown poked out repeatedly from the darkness within, prodding at her chin with each thrust. Eager to assist in any way possible, Kat leaned over Hayley’s shoulder, spitting several globs of spit straight into her cleavage and lubing it more thoroughly than the wet and messy blowjob already had.
So much so, in fact, that their Hispanic co-star was soon struggling to retain his grip. Indeed, as the slobber continued to spill, Ernesto’s hands were sliding across that mammoth set of greased up fucktanks like Bambi on ice, stretches of supple flesh slipping from his grasp with each hard thrust of his hips.
His biceps popped as he squeezed her titties tight, sheathing his wang as best he could. But before long, even musculature as extensive as his couldn’t have prevented the inevitable, and sure enough, those slippy, wet melons popped from his mits like they’d been glazed in butter.
“Damn!” the director exclaimed. “Looks like those titties are a little too much for him, huh?”
“Yep!” Hayley smirked. “I always knew they were too hot to handle!”
“OK, I wanna see that dick back in your mouth now. What do you say?”
“Mmm! Bring it on, baby!”
*
Another cut and the girls were back at the couch. Ernesto, lucky bastard that he was, was sandwiched neatly between them, their various endowments in close proximity. Knelt at his side was Hayley; her huge, swinging boobs squishing against his thigh as her head rose and fell, lips traversing his shaft. And while one buxom beauty was tending to his meat, the other was between his knees, guzzling at his oversized scrotum. Soft, full lips enveloping a testicle, Kat drenched that bloated orb in spittle as she drooled and slobbered and sucked.
Bobbing intently at his tall and towering groin, every pass of Hayley’s lips sucked up another inch, bellend prodding at her throat as she took him deeper. One final plunge and the whole thing had gone; the future star of the
Mission: Impossible franchise proving that
nothing was impossible for her as she sank down low and took him to the base. Spit poured from her lips as she gagged on his pole, a thick mess of the stuff smearing across her co-star’s mouth as she released one gonad and switched to the other.
Face turning red and eyes beginning to tear, Hayley made a sudden beeline for the round and swollen peak. Expelling his rod in a spray of slobber, her huge breasts heaved as she sucked in lungfuls of air. But she wasn’t done yet, and once her large chest had been thoroughly refilled, Ernesto’s cock was back between her lips, head bobbing steadily as she swallowed him anew. Each and every pass took her right to the hilt, cute little nose pressing against his pelvis as she throated his massive wang.
Kat watched attentively as those lips rose and fell, puckering up large and kissing his groin repeatedly. An impressive feat, for sure. But as many a former co-star could painfully attest, Kat Dennings was not one to be upstaged. Alternating swiftly from one fat ball to the next, a loud chorus of *POP* sounds continued from between Ernesto’s thighs as the busty actress suckled at his scrotum.
Then, readying a laudable endeavour of her own, she gaped her lips apart and crammed both testes inside, cheeks inflating as she filled her mouth with sack. Sucking greedily at that oversized ball bag, Kat gave both orbs a further dousing as they swelled and churned against her tongue. Gonads spilling from between her lips, Ernesto’s stretchy, waxed nutsack leaked twin drops of spittle that dripped down copiously onto the floor beneath them.
Coughing and spluttering from a lengthy display of deepthroating, Hayley gripped his rod at the base and pried that loose as well, spit spraying forth as she wrenched him free. Saliva coated every inch of his pornstar genitals; great thick ropes of goo swinging from his sack and dangling from the tip of his prick.
“Fuck! You girls glazed him up good, huh?” the director observed, those spit-soaked private parts stretched across his lens.
“Uh huh,” they replied in unison, equally wide grins levelled straight at the camera.
“OK, who wants to lick some ass?”
“Ooh, I will!” Hayley said excitedly, her classy English accent heavily at odds with the downright filth of the question.
“Oh, you’ll lick that arse, will you, love?” Kat chimed in, her own attempt at a British accent markedly less classy and far less authentic.
The director laughed. “Guess you Brits aren’t as refined as people say, huh?”
“I guess not,” Hayley confirmed, returning a naughty smirk.
*
One final click of the editor’s mouse and it was time for the big finale. Make no mistake about it, Hayley Atwell had a phenomenal pair of breasts, and ever since the opening title card, the British actress had treated the viewers at home to a true masterclass in the art of tittyfucking. But now it was Kat’s turn, and the raven-haired beauty was keen to show that anything the English could do, their transatlantic cousins could do every bit as well.
Leaning over Ernesto’s thigh, Miss Dennings’ spectacularly large bosoms were wrapped around his cock, swathing his shaft like it was made to measure. Locks of shiny dark hair spilled over her shoulders as she bobbed at the porn stud’s groin, swishing across his midriff and tickling his light-brown flesh. Working her titties from bottom to top, her pillow-soft flesh caressed every inch of his wang, sheathing it tight as it throbbed in between them.
Legs held high and parted as wide as they’d go, Ernesto’s buttocks hung over the edge of the couch, cheeks spread readily for the large-chested Brit knelt eagerly before him. Face buried deep in the crack of his ass, Hayley’s tongue swirled tenderly around his most intimate part, ringing it with spit before plunging inside. Bobbing her head at a furious pace, the actress’ tongue sunk into his dingiest parts, tip wagging about in his rectum.
Lips puckered at Ernesto’s ring, Hayley looked up from between his cheeks as those hefty spank tanks slid up and down his shaft, the sticky, wet undersides smacking against his pelvis. * SMACK * WHACK * THWACK * came the sounds as her co-star jerked him off, tiny drops of spittle splattering across her face.
Ernesto started to tremble in his seat. The Hispanic stud had withstood many a vicious assault in his time, but this was a little too much, even for him. Indeed, the titwank/rimjob combo had him on the verge of eruption in a matter of minutes and every pass of those greased up melons along the length of his shaft sent shockwaves through his inked up frame. Then, as the tittyfucking quickened and the rimjob continued, the inevitable outburst of a man on the edge roared into the camera’s microphone.
“Joder! I’m gonna cum!”
Excited by the promise of splooge, Kat caught his twitching crown between her lips, pursing them tight and sucking with unbridled ferocity. Big, soft cans still stroking his shaft, Ernesto’s tip began to leak profusely, dribbling goo across the starlet’s tongue. Head still bobbing at her co-star’s crack, Hayley tongue punched his rectum with tireless vigor, eager to spark the eruption he so emphatically promised.
One more plunge and she did just that; the long, deep probe of her flesh igniting what was undoubtedly one of the most violent ejaculations his genitals had ever produced. Spunk spurted between Kat’s big lips at an alarming rate of knots, splashing against the roof of her mouth and filling her cheeks to the brim. Kat slid her lips along the shaft and past the swell of his crown, somehow not losing but a drop of the precious fluid sloshing about between her cheeks.
The ladies stood, ready to perform what was sure to be one of the filthiest cumswaps the director had ever shot. Arms curled around each other’s full and curvaceous bodies, those fantastic jugs were squished together once more. Lips puffed up like they’d been shot full of botox, they pushed them together and a sticky, wet, spunk-drenched kiss quickly and messily ensued. Splooge splashed back and forth from one skilled mouth to the next, a thick, creamy torrent spilling from their lips and down onto the tops of their titties.
“Jeez!” said the director, pointing his lens down at their now very cum-soaked breasts. “You girls are making a real mess here, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” the two women giggled, turning to the camera as they swallowed hot mouthfuls of goo.
“Looks like we need to have a little clean up.”
“Mmm, I think we do,” Hayley agreed.
Scooping up her co-star’s mams, the large-busted Brit licked diligently across those mountains of snow-white flesh. Dutifully lapping up streaks of thick stray splooge, she didn’t stop until those big, jiggling juggies were spotless and sparkling clean. Kat returned the favour and soon both mouths were filled once more with a pool of excess seed. Gulping down their portions in flawless unison, their thick sets of lips slotted neatly together as they shared one final kiss.
“So, did you girls have fun today?” the director asked, interrupting their tender smooch.
“Uh huh,” Hayley purred, a beaming smile stretched across her face that more than spoke for itself.
“Why, yes!” Kat added. Even after all this time, her British accent showed little sign of improving. “It was positively delightful! Wasn’t it, old chum?”
“Err, yeah,” Hayley replied, rolling her eyes once more.
“Why, I think we may partake of another large willy in the not too distant future. Wouldn’t that be just grand?”
Hayley said nothing and returned an indignant glare. Clearly the constant jibes were wearing a little thin.
Kat chuckled. “She loves me really. Don’t you, love?” she quipped, landing a slimy, spunk-slathered kiss on her co-star’s cheek.
“Anything you’d like to say to your fans out there?”
“Yes, thanks for watching, chaps,” Kat declared. “We hope you wanked your meat and two veg until you’re dry as a bone!”
Hayley shot her one final glare and she smiled back, wobbling her boobs for the camera.
“Cheerio!”
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