Busty Amber Ch. 01

"I think that's it now," Amber straightened up but remained squatting whilst she inspected the floor.

Howard now had a full on view of her chest and for the first time, saw the outline of her nipples gently pressing into the soft pink top.

'Oh fuck me!' Howard's cock jerked hard three times in his pants as he feasted on the sight of Amber's obviously large nipples pressing into the fabric.

'Bet she's got fucking big areola too,' he thought to himself.

"That was good of you," he said, "I'll get..."

He just stopped speaking as Amber stood up. He was still squatted down and her hips were now level with his face, just a few inches away. Howard was gobsmacked as his eyes met her deep cameltoe. The tight pink shorts that Amber had borrowed from Sophie were so tight, they more or less separated her mound in half. The tightness of the fabric that had wedged itself into her crease only served to emphasise the swell of her fresh, young labia either side. Feeling pre-cum seep once more from his teased-to-distraction cock, he stood up and silently poured a glass of milk. He couldn't be bothered to get himself a glass of water. He was sweating and needed release urgently. He needed to go up to bed, away from this unwitting young tease.

"Here," Howard held the glass toward Amber and she took it and thanked him.

"I'll let you get some sleep here. I hope you'll be comfortable. I'll see you in the morning."

"Yes, sleep well too Mr Jackson and..." Amber launched herself at Howard, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug and squashing herself into him, "Thank you again."

'Fucking Hell NO!'

Howard felt her big juicy, young tits pressing relentlessly into his chest. He couldn't believe their tautness. Just a thin piece of pink fabric separated him from her huge naked jugs. This time, he couldn't help himself and angled his groin toward her hips but also put his own arms around her neck so it appeared more like a hug instead of a lecherous dry-hump. His burgeoning cock felt as hard as iron against her tight, soft mound.

'Oh fuck, yes', he thought to himself, relishing the feel of this stunning teenage body against his but all too quickly, Amber pulled away.

"Goodnight Mr Jackson."

Howard couldn't speak and made his way upstairs. He needed to cum. NOW.

He almost tore his clothes off, not bothering with his usual pyjamas and climbed into bed bedside his sleeping wife. He grabbed hold of his throbbing cock like his life depended on it and started to pump it furiously. Helping him along -- the images of Amber's jiggly braless tits under that t-shirt as she cleaned the floor. Her large nipples poking into the fabric and the feel of those gorgeous, huge jugs pressing into him. He couldn't help but whisper to himself,

"Oh God Amber, Amber, show me those gorgeous tits baby. Oooh yes, that's it, take your top off and show me."

In Howard's wank fantasy, the young girl was smiling as she lifted her top and revealed her huge naked tits to him for the first time.

"Are they OK?" she asked demurely, still smiling at him.

Of course, his fantasy would mean she had the best tits he could imagine and when he saw the size of the areola and nipples topping the perfect teen breasts that was it.

"Arrrrgh..... Arrrrgh.... Arrrrgghhhh.... Urmphhhh...." Howard pumped and pumped at his dick as ropes and ropes of thick, stickly spunk jetted from the end of it.

"Oh fucking hell!! You busty little prick teaser! Arrrrrrgggghhhhhh!"

Spunk, spewed over his stomach and chest.

The shaking and jerking of Howard's body became more infrequent as his orgasm subsided. His body relaxed and he closed his eyes. He was too tired to clean himself up and drifted off into slumber.

Just 90 minutes later Howard was awake. He glanced over at the clock -- 02.35. What was going on? Normally after such a fulfilling wank, he'd sleep for hours. He lay there for another 10 minutes, trying to drift off but couldn't. Then it dawned on him. He'd started to feel a familiar ache in his groin. His inability to get back to sleep wasn't being helped by the fact that he was still horny as hell. No surprise as he'd been taunted to distraction for almost the entire day. He tried to swallow but his mouth was like sandpaper. He pulled on his pyjama trousers and went downstairs to get some water from the kitchen.

As he got further down the stairs, he noticed a gentle light coming from the living room. By the time he'd reached the door, he remembered that Amber was staying over. Not only that, she was sleeping in the living room. He'd better be quiet so as not to wake her.

As he walked quietly into living room, he noticed that Amber had left a small salt lamp on in the corner. Just a very small orange glow. What he should've done was walk straight through to the kitchen but he couldn't. Something was stopping him. The thought of Amber lying asleep on the couch was too much of a temptation. Finally, he'd get a chance to have a good, close-up look at her without been seen and without being thought of as a rotten old perv.

He tiptoed over to the back of the sofa and looked down. The blanket had fallen onto the floor and Amber lay, stretched out on her right side, facing outwards. Her brown hair was tousled and he noticed a couple of stray hairs had found their way into her mouth. Lying on her side, her breasts were squashed downwards but also outwards and they stuck out almost rudely. The tight shorts had crept even further up her thighs and a small portion of her left buttock was now visible. What a complete vision of sexy beauty this young thing was.

Without thinking, Howard lightly traced one finger from her knee up the outside of her left thigh to where the fabric of the shorts cut in tightly. Amber didn't flinch. Her skin was slightly cool to the touch and was smooth and soft. Encouraged by what appeared to be her deep sleep, Howard placed his whole hand on her knee and repeated the same motion, this time moving it up and then down her thigh several times. 'Oh what beautiful, soft skin,' he thought to himself. 'How beautiful.' Still Amber slept soundly.

Howard glanced up at the wall clock. 03.16. In just a few hours' time, he'd be driving her back home. Wanting to seize a chance that he figured he'd never have again, he quietly moved around to the front of the sofa and sat down on the floor. The soft orange glow from the lamp gave just enough light that he could see the indentations of Amber's nipples into the t-shirt, just like he'd seen earlier when she was cleaning the floor. The majority of her large bust was on the sofa but due to her position and the size of her boobs, the front couple of inches of her breasts were sticking out beyond where the sofa cushion ended.

'Mmmm, she can't help offering them to me,' Howard thought to himself, knowing that the thought was literally pure fantasy. A beautiful young girl like Amber would never even think of being intimate with a dirty old man like him.

Howard held his breath as he reached out and brushed his palm across Amber's big, t-shirt clad tits.

'Oh yes... YES!'

The combination of soft but firm flesh and a nipple that was starting to harden a little, instantly gave him a semi. He brushed his palm back the other way. Then back again. Then back again. Egged on by the fact that she wasn't stirring, he quickened his pace and was now using his palm to rub and wobble her entire bust.

'Oh CHRIST!' he groaned as the teenager's rack moulded to his palm, her nipples pressing into his hand. Howard could feel the blood pumping fast to his cock again but he needed to be careful, he didn't want to wake her. The consequences didn't bear thinking about. He moved his hand away and looked down at her hardening nipples pressing into the fabric of the tiny top.

'Right you little tease, all fucking day you've been taunting me with these things and now I'm gonna see them for myself.'

Very slowly, Howard began to undo each button on the tight little top. As he unfastened each one, he could feel the fabric give way almost as if it felt relief. Not surprisingly, as the buttons were under a lot of strain trying to contain such large breasts.

As he undid the penultimate button, Amber's deep, seemingly never-ending cleavage line came into view.

"Bloody hell," Howard mouthed quietly.

He traced his index finger down the line separating her enormous teen melons, enjoying how her position made them so tightly squashed together.

Her soft, pale titflesh rose and fell hypnotically with her deep breathing. A sight that was not lost on Howard as his leaking cock was testament to.

"Mmmm, let's do this," he whispered softly. "Come on my lovely, let's see what you've got under here."

No sooner had he whispered that last word, the final button pinged and almost faster than his eyes could comprehend, the little top flew sideways away from her chest.

"Oh. My. Fucking. GOD!!!" Howard gasped as finally, the teenager's massive tits were there, naked before him.

"Oh Fucking Hell!! How the fuck d'you grow these?!!"

Amber's tits were the stuff of Howard's deepest fantasies. He'd never seen anything like it in his magazines or in real life before. Even in her younger days, his wife's tits weren't anywhere near in the same league.

He stared intently at the most perfect pair he'd ever seen. Amber's young F cup breasts were incredibly full. Her milky white flesh appealed to his love of paler skinned girls and just as he'd hoped, she had large, light brown areola topped with very thick nipples that were currently slightly hard.

"Oh god yes," Howard spoke gently as if addressing the sleeping girl.

"Look at your lovely big tits you beautiful thing. So young and so firm."

Unable to hold back any longer he reached out and slid his left palm underneath her left breast, fully taking its weight in his hand and lifting it up and away from her right breast.

"Christ! Oh god!! Oh FUCK!!"

Howard's cock lurched so hard in his pants it made him wince. Quickly, he reached for his zipper and pulled it out, wrapping his right hand around it and wasting no time in pulling on it unashamedly.

"Shit! So young. So fucking firm!" there was an unintended selfish, lust-fuelled tone in his croaky voice as the dirty old man continued to cup and lift the sleeping teen's over-developed breast.

He couldn't believe the weight in his hand.

'How the hell can these be so heavy but so firm?' he thought.

Of course he knew the answer straight away -- these were YOUNG tits. Fresh, 18 year old tits with no sag, no ravages of time. True gravity defying marvels.

He squeezed slowly, allowing his thick fingers to sink into the yielding, malleable flesh, watching greedily as it spilled out from his hand in every direction.

"Geez, for fucks sake."

The pulling on his cock becoming ever more urgent as was the squeezing of Amber's beautiful firm breast.

He stared at her areola as he toyed greedily with the teenager's left boob. He knew he wanted to take the thing into his mouth but before lowering his head, he eased off on the squeezing and began hefting the weight of her monstrous globe. He positioned his thumb in front of it and began rubbing it across her semi hard nipple. Instantly, the pinky, brown nub started to get harder. At the same time as Howard felt her nipple react, he also felt his balls tighten. He really was that close to cumming.

"Arrrrgh, fucking hell, look at that!" Amber's tit seemed to be swelling in response to his actions.

He moved his thumb faster across the growing nipple whilst continuing to grope her young, heavy breast. Her nipple seemed to react before his eyes, growing darker, longer and harder with every stroke of his thumb.

"Oh yes! You're actually enjoying this aren't you, you naughty little tarter? Deliberately teasing me all day with those great big tits of yours."

Howard was reaching the point of no return and wanted to get his mouth around her succulent tit. Her stimulated nipple, dark and hard from his rubbing thumb now stuck out about a centimetre, pointing almost rudely toward Howard and her other nipple was also starting to swell now.

Suddenly, everything became a bit of a blur. Both of Amber's breasts and her large areola were now very swollen and with both nipples absolutely rigid, Howard began to grope her entire chest frantically, as he pumped hard on his cock. Knowing he was just seconds from cumming, he started to lower his head, fully intending to take one of the sexy teen's tits into his mouth but it was too late.

As he groped and mauled the bulging, pale flesh, he remembered how he'd felt when he saw the size label on her bra the previous afternoon. It was all too much.

"AAARRRRGGHH!! Arrrrgh fuck..... F Cup!! 18 years old with F CUP TITS!!

ARRRRRGGHHHH!!!!"

Without thinking, Howard lifted his cock, pointing it straight towards Amber's tits as rope after rope of thick, hot, sticky white spunk jetted aggressively out of his fat, swollen dick.

"ARRRRGGGGHH!! Arrrgh! Arrrgh! Arrrgh!" The old man could hardly breathe.

Each jerk of his cock saw another glob of his filthy pent up seed land on the sleeping girl's chest.

"Arrrgghhhhh"......

His sighs quietened and his sweaty and quivering old body collapsed down on the carpet as he tried to get his breath back.

After a good few minutes he hoisted himself up and looked at Amber. The girl had slept through his entire assault on her thank goodness.

Oh boy! What an experience.

Finally, after years of wanking and fantasies, he'd had a pair of the most perfect big tits he'd ever seen in his hands. For real. He just couldn't believe his luck.

As he started to cool down in the 4am air, he felt very tired.

'I'd better clean her up,' he thought.

Amber's tits were heavily coated in a thick layer of creamy white, strong smelling semen. Probably thicker and more potent than it would normally be too as Howard knew he'd completely drained his balls dry in the most amazing wank he'd ever had.

He got up, pulled up his pyjama trousers and went to the kitchen to get some tissues. Whilst he was out there, he heard a sighing noise. Amber! He almost daren't breathe. He froze to the spot and listened some more. No more noise. He tentatively crept back in and peered over the edge of the sofa.

'Oh, thank God,' his relief at finding Amber still asleep was beyond words. She'd just turned onto her back.

Her huge tits now stuck up proudly from her chest but between each tit, a thick rope of Howard's cum stretched like string from one nipple to the other, just hanging there like a rope bridge between each breast. Despite wanting to get on with the job in hand and quickly get to bed, Howard couldn't help but marvel for a few moments at the way her youthful big tits just pointed straight upwards. What a blessed creature she was. And what a blessed old man HE was, having just spent the most amazing 30 minutes of his life fondling and groping the biggest and sexiest pair of teenage tits he had ever seen in his life.

Howard gently wiped the sleeping girl's breasts, carefully lifting each one to ensure he'd cleared all traces of his filthy seed from her body. Disposing of the tissues in the kitchen bin, he placed the blanket back over Amber and went upstairs to bed. Completely forgetting that he'd forgotten to fasten the buttons on the tiny t-shirt back up again. tiny top.