California

Being here in Southern California reminds me that I am in close proximity to the most amazing breasts I've ever gotten the chance to touch. *sigh* And there's nothing I can do about it.

I was visiting LA with Thoth, and we were staying with his ex-girlfriend Tiny X in her microscopic fleabag apartment. Their mutual friend France came up from San Diego to join the party.

We'd all gone out clubbing, it was late, we were drunk. Tiny X elected to sleep on the living room floor rather than endure Thoth's snoring, but she offered her bed to us. We thought France was going to join her.

Nooo... she joined us.

This was extremely unexpected and I was ecstatic, because France is very fucking hot and her rack astounds me. We'd started off sharing our dinners with each other, and I'd leered openly at her a lot, but I hadn't expected anything to come of it.

Side note: I am shy with women, up to a point. If I get what I call the Green Light, then I'm my usual suave and seductive self, but I'm almost unable to initiate anything with women - the complete opposite of my MO with men. Therefore I have had a lot less experience with women, and each encounter's precious to me. Except for that one time. That just sucked.

So France climbed into the bed with us, got in the middle, and there was a lot of giggling and drunken grabassery before we settled into the serious business of getting everyone's clothes off. Starting with France's tank top.

Oooooohhh.

I love tits. I really really love them. Sensitivity is key, for me, but these were aesthetically the most fabulous tits ever. 38DD, maybe? Round and white and fucking bountiful, with nice pink white-girl areolae and big rosy nipples and perfect cleavage for slipping a cock into. The rest of her body was gorgeous as well - smooth and soft and curvy and all that lovely pale marble color. But her breasts were beautiful.

I was all over them in a heartbeat, hands and mouth, rubbing my nipples against hers, putting my face in her cleavage. Ah! she exclaimed when she met my nipple ring, and Oh, they're so firm! when her hands cupped my smaller tits.

I like yours better, I said with a leer.

I licked and sucked her nipples. Not as sensitive as mine, but who cared? She moaned when I pinched her hard and used my teeth. Thoth had gotten her panties off and was doing something fantastic with his maestro's hands, and she shuddered and moaned into my neck. Her hands slid into my panties and cupped my pussy tentatively. A nice soft girly finger found my clit ring. She cooed. I dropped a hand to her pussy and found three of Thoth's fingers deep inside it. She had a lot more pubic hair than I do, in quantity and texture, and I bushwhacked until I found her clit. Smaller than mine, but very hard and wet, so I began stroking it with a fingertip, massaging the hood over it. She groaned, squeezing my nipple. I matched Thoth's rhythm and she started to shake. I sucked and chewed and devoured her tits and she slid two fingers over my clit. Ineptly, but who cared? It was still hot.

Thoth pulled his fingers out and I heard the crinkle of foil. He curled around her from behind and slid into her, pulling her leg over his hip. She bit my shoulder and moaned as he started to fuck her, my fingers still working her clit, my mouth still on her nipples, her throat. Her hand fell away from me, but I was concentrating on her orgasm anyway. She started to make a high, quiet keening sound and he fucked her harder. I turned my hand so I could feel where he stretched her pussy open, and he began to pant as well. My arm was getting tired. I pressed her clit like an elevator button, pulled her hair hard and bit her nipple all at once.

AaaAAAH! she whined, her hips jerking up to meet my hand as Thoth's thrusts rocked her against me. She came, hard, her head pulled back at an angle by my grip on her hair and her soft inner thighs trembling. Thoth stayed inside her till she was done, then pulled out and let her roll aside.

He started to go soft. I knew what had happened - he'd tried not to come and killed Mr. Happy. I stripped the condom from him and went down on him, tasting France as well as his familiar flavor. Oh. Perfect, he gasped. I sucked hard, flicking the tassel of foreskin with the tip of my tongue and cupping his balls. Within moments he was hard again, and I was sucking his cock, showing off for sleepy France, who was looking on with wonder. You look like you're really good at that, she said softly. I decided to take that as a compliment as I took Thoth's cock all the way down, then worked it with my hand as I sucked the head and swirled my tongue in circles.

I was just getting ready to rise up and impale myself on Thoth's cock, when... blam. You guessed it, all my showing off took him over the edge too soon. Too soon for me, anyway. He came with a groan. France cooed delightedly, her head on his chest, staring down at me with half-lidded eyes.

FUUUCK! I thought. I'd just out-clevered myself. Well, maybe I could...

...no, by the time I'd gotten rearranged on the bed they were both passed out cold.

Now, I don't usually freak out about whether I come or not - sometimes it's just about the rush I get from making other people come - but this time I was genuinely aggrieved. I alternated ogling sleeping France's gorgeous tits with sulking until the sun rose.

I saw France last New Year's. She was doing the "none of that ever happened" dance. Her loss, but I regret that I'll probably never get to play with her breasts again. So I'm not calling her this trip.

Still... *sigh*.