I loved having my fun with Kelly Brook.
Her plus-size tits were almost too much for me.
When she gave you a tittyfuck, you were never the same.
From that day on, all you thought about was having more of her.
We were sitting around the villa, naked and talking about the future.
I was still with my girlfriend Sydney Sweeney but that was about to change.
I was ready to move on and date a woman close to my own age.
What better babe than the legendary Kelly Brook?
We had now fucked twice.
That meant we had a good basis to build a relationship beyond the sex.
It was now all about finding all the other important stuff to make our relationship work.
"So, are we really doing this?"
I couldn't believe Kelly asked me this.
"You've been dating Sydney for two years. Are you really going to break up with her for me?"
Kelly's fingers traced circles on my bare chest.
Her British accent was softer now, more contemplative.
Her massive tits pressed against me as she spoke.
I could feel her heartbeat thudding against my ribs.
"Well...yeah."
I smirked and ran a hand through her dark hair.
She smiled at me.
"You're the one I keep thinking about since we fucked again. Every time I jerk off, it's your tits I'm picturing in the back of my head."
"Christ, you're such a boy," she muttered.
"Two years with Sydney and you'd toss her aside because I've got a pair of knockers that haunt your wank fantasies? That's bleak, mate."
Kelly blinked a few times and then smiled at me.
"I'll tell you what. We can do it one more time, but you need to think long and hard before breaking up with her.
Kelly leaned over.
We began to make out, tongues dancing together.
She broke the kiss abruptly.
Sydney wasn't here, so I had all the time in the world to do something with the woman close to my own age.
Kelly grabbed my cock and began to stroke it as she leaned in for another kiss.
I locked lips with her, kissing hard and then she pulled away.
"Still sensitive, I see," Kelly teased.
Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while her tits brushed against my thigh.
She lowered herself down to her knees and looked at me.
Her fingers moved up and down around my cock.
I knew what she was about to do and I wasn't about to stop her.
I just nodded, giving her the go ahead signal to suck my dick as she pleased.
Kelly parted her lips and pushed my cock in
She started to suck me off, moving up and down.
She pulled back with a pop, "mmmmmm, you like that, don't you?"
I just moaned again, "yeah."
She smirked and shoved my cock back into her mouth.
I watched her eyes shut as she took my cock deeper.
"God damn!" I yelled.
That just made her push it all the way down and deepthroat me.
After it hit the back of the back of her throat, she raised her lips and released my cock from her mouth.
She didn’t say a word.
Just locked eyes with me, that wicked British smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
She flashed her teeth slightly.
Her hands slid up her own body and she grabbed hold of her giant, legendary tits.
The weight of them spilled over her fingers like overproofed dough.
"Right then," she murmured, giving them a testing squeeze.
"Let’s see if you remember how these feel wrapped around you."
Kelly pushed my cock between them.
Her thumbs pressed against the tight fold.
I could just barely see the head poking up.
That didn't matter as she began to pump those massive tits up and down.
She tittyfucked me with precision of a legend.
The greatest tittyfucking experience of my life.
Sydney’s absence lingered like a ghost in the room.
But we were both happy she wasn't here.
Kelly’s tits moved faster now, her rhythm settling into something practiced, almost rhythmic. She leaned forward, letting her cleavage swallow my dick whole.
"Remember New York?" she said.
"You came so hard you nearly sobbed. Let’s see if Italy can top that."
And with that said, she continued to pump up and down.
Down and up.
Up and down again.
Kelly worked slow.
She made sure we were both enjoying this.
Her tits were working my cock easily.
It was a wonder I had not cum so far yet.
Her cleavage tightened around me as she rolled her shoulders forward.
That movement sent a ripple through her huge tits.
The pressure was unbearable in the best way.
Every upward stroke dragged the swollen head of my cock against the soft underside of her chin.
It left a small dot of pre-cum.
Kelly tilted her head down, watching with dark, hungry eyes as her tits milked me.
"That’s it," she purred.
"Let me feel you twitch for me."
The moment Kelly angled her chin down, I knew I was done for.
"FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
I screamed as my hot spunk shot out and splattered across her face.
She closed her eyes, but I fired so hard, it got her good.
She was laughing loudly.
"Oh, yes! So much spunk!"
The rest of my load coated her neck in a messy pearl necklace.
"Bloody hell," Kelly laughed, still working her tits in slow motion.
She wasn't done milking me, which made this tittyfuck even better.
She tilted her head, examining the mess with a pleased hum. "Not bad for an old bird, eh?"
I blushed at that comment.
After the titfuck, we had a long talk.
Personal stuff.
She didn't want me to break up with Sydney.
I needed to really think about this.
Kelly said she was looking for a real committed relationship.
I was just a fun fling on the side.
She left and I was now alone to think about the future of my relationship with Sydney.
Later that night, I was sitting in bed with Sydney.
I didn't tell her about the conversations I had with Kelly.
Instead we just watched TV.
"I think we should have sex now," Sydney said.
That was strange of her to say.
But who I was to turn her down?
No one else reads these stories for any other reason.
So was I going to say no to sex with my girlfriend?
Of course not.
You want to read about her fucking me, right?
"Are you still thinking about her?" She asked.
I didn’t answer.
The truth was, Kelly’s tits were still imprinted on the back of my eyelids.
Even after Sydney grabbed my cock and twisted her fingers around it.
That wasn't enough to rewrite the memory.
She leaned down and flicked her tongue over the shaft.
"Good," she said. "I only wish I had watched you fuck that big titted British slut one more time."
Sydney straddled me and got on top.
She pushed her snatch down on my cock, swallowing it up.
My hands went to her hips.
I helped her, guiding her to rock those hips and ride me.
"Tell me if her pussy feels as tight as mine," she said.
The question caught me off guard.
Sydney never talked like this during sex.
But Kelly had left something restless in her, something competitive.
She rolled her hips some more, fucking me in a rocking motion.
"No?" She tightened around me deliberately, making me groan.
"Then maybe her tits were softer?"
Another slow grind downward.
"Or maybe—" she leaned forward, her hair brushing my face—"you just like knowing she's out there somewhere, remembering how you hard she made you cum between them?"
Sydney's nails dug into my chest as she rode me harder.
She scratched me good.
"You're not even looking at me," she whispered, and when I blinked up at her, her pupils were blown wide.
Not with lust.
She showed me something sharper.
I wrapped my arms around Sydney.
I couldn't pull her down, so I moved over top of her and knocked her on her back.
"You wanted me to look at you?" I yelled in her face.
I was now pistoning my hips hard enough to make the bedframe creak.
Her tits bounced against my chest.
She moaned as I yelled, "here I am."
"YESSSSSSSSS!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! OH MY GOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!!! FUCK ME WHILE YOU THINK ABOUT THAT BRITISH WHORE AND HER GIANT TITS!!!!!! KELLY IS A SLUT AND YOU THINK ABOUT HER ALL YOU WANT WHILE YOU FUCK ME!!! YESSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSS!!!! OH MY GOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!"
I pounded that pussy like it was no tomorrow.
In the end, we both came together, spunk mixing inside of Sydney.
Were we going to break up?
I didn't know yet.
But she certainly knew how to get a rise out of me.
And I was still thinking about Kelly Brook's big British tits as I laid down to sleep with my girlfriend.
Still my girlfriend for now.
END