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Once again, just lemme say that nothing is really off limits for me when it comes to these real stories – if you have questions or if I’m not clear on something in the story, feel free to ask. My sex life is an open book. Names have been changed to protect the cocktakers.

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Brad and I are buddies, and by buddies I mean he owns the local bar and I damn near pay the mortgage with my weekly spending at his establishment. I’ve pulled a fair amount of ass over drinks at his bar – we joke about it a lot, and it’s sort of a running joke anymore.

A few weeks ago, I walk in the bar after a long day of work, and Brad waves me over, grinning and giving me a look. I take a beer from him as he waves me in. “You gotta see what just moved in upstairs, man…” he points upward with his finger, referencing the apartments on the upper floor of the bar building “new student teacher. About your age. Total smoke.”

I’m suddenly interested. “Alright, tell me more…”

“Name’s Tessa. Blonde. Massive cans, must’ve been an athlete. She’s coming in to pay her deposit sometime here.”

The bar is slow, but not empty. I pull up a seat, suck down a beer, order another, a buddy walks in an I hustle the hell out of him at a game of pool. Another beer, and suddenly this lithe, curvy-but-slender blonde comes breezing into the room, dark red lipstick but otherwise casual. The main event, though, has to be the black turtleneck top she’s wearing – probably a size too small, based on the way it’s hugging her absolutely unbelievable tits. The rest is finished off by a pair of jeans giving just an idea of a big, round, firm athlete’s ass. Target acquired.

I slide over while she’s still talking to Brad. Like a good bro, he offers her a beer – nobody turns down a beer from their landlord. I immediately start chatting her up – the little bullshit, what school, what major, etc. etc. Her second drink’s on me.

Pro tip: one of the keys to pulling a large quantity of ass, particularly in public (like a bar), is to subtly let them know from the get-go what you’re in this for – what you want. When they’ve got a killer bod and the rack that this one has, it’s not hard – just let them keep catching you looking. Simple as that.

I let her off the hook that night. Sometimes you gotta play with’em, like playing with a fish on the line. That’s especially true if they’re a smokeshow like this, and you really want to make them need it. So, a quick “I’m here just about every day after work” worked the trick before she slid up the stairs for the evening.

It’s about time I took a minute and talked about what we were working with here. This girl is straight dynamite. Turns out she was volleyball player for her school, but had to give that up to do student teaching this semester. I didn’t know it yet, but she has those long, muscular volleyballer legs, and the ass (which I lingered on as she headed to her apartment that first night), was as epic as you’d expect. Big, round, but obviously perfectly firm. The party piece though, after a slender, unbelievably shapely waist, is the epic rack. Just as big and round as the ass, and almost as firm, I now know that they’re 32Es that somehow seem to defy gravity – AND THEY’RE REAL! *jaw drop emoji goes here*

I’ve seen a lot of tits, but these are really something.

Top that package off with a pair of absolute DSLs (that never fail to have lipstick, usually a deep red), and some bright blonde hair that’s perfectly at home in anything from waterfall curls to a flashy up-do, and you’re starting to get the idea.

Oh, and i forgot the big, dark green eyes. She’ll suck your soul right out through your dick, stay tuned.

Anyway, back I come – not the next night, but two nights later (I had a pair of sisters to deal with, do you blame me?!?!), which only heightened the “playing” aspect – I was back.

This time I’d stayed away, waiting for Brad to text me and tell me – “She’s here. The blonde. WTF are you?” I didn’t need any extra encouraging. I blew through the door of the bar, slightly tight tshirt letting her know what was up. I slid in next to her.

“Hey, Tess!”

“Oh, uh…hey!” followed by a bit of a lip bite and a bright-eyed look. I was in.

It didn’t take long. It’s hard to put a move on a girl sitting at a bar – you cannot discreetly get her hand over to, well…find things, which takes away my main bit of advertising (see one of my previous stories for an example). But this gal was used to school, and was clearly missing it, being stuck in our small town the way she was. Third or fourth glance at those gigantic, perky, perfect tits and she cut the crap, leaning in “If they’re that distracting, maybe we shouldn’t be here.”

I gave her a look, still toying with her just a bit, even as the grin spread across my face. She leaned back on her barstool, stretching with a fake yawn, which just made her already massive tits look that much more gigantic “First day of school tomorrow. I better head upstairs.”

I looked over at Brad. He nodded, knowing. The guy has held more unpaid bar tabs open for me in these situations than I can count.

We slid out the door and headed up the stairs toward the apartments on the second floor. She stopped me at the door, “Wait here a minute, I’ll come get you.”

I stood there for a few minutes, already half-hard thinking I knew what was coming. Whatever happened, I was going to bang this chick and show her what she was going to be doing for the rest of the semester. The door opened again. She reappeared, this time in a cute little cowgirl top (one of those ones that ties in the front, I’m not sure what they’re called), her tits practically overflowing, and Daisy Dukes, the bottom curve of her amazing ass hanging out…she put her back up against the door frame in a kind of pin-up girly way, eyefucking the hell out of me. “I wore this downstairs last night thinking you’d be there…you have any idea how embarrassed I was?”

“I don’t see anything to be embarrassed about, Tess…” she looked up at me, up against the door frame, and then moved to kiss me. I wasn’t letting her off so easy, though – this girl needed to learn how her semester was going to go. I ducked her kiss and made for her pert, perky tits, tugging the knot holding her top together at the same time. The door thudded shut as I buried my face in her perfect chest. For big, natural tits they were remarkably firm, and seemed to somehow defy gravity even without a bra as I mauled first the left one, then the right one with my mouth as I fondled them. She was breathless, wimpering up against the wall now that the door was shut.

After several minutes enjoying some of the most spectacular tits I’ve ever seen, I came up for air, and stood there looking her over, with her perfect tits and her top hanging from her shoulders. I took her hand and pulled her up from leaning against the wall. We kissed, and I felt her willing hands running across the front of my shorts, looking for my dick. She found the thick base of my bulge in seconds, and I felt her hand running down, feeling for the size of it. The farther her hand wandered, the bigger her eyes got, until her jaw was almost on the floor. “For reals?” she whisper/moaned. I nodded. She started to slide to the floor, tugging first at my belt, then at my shorts, then at my boxer-briefs.

Finally, the thickness of my cock appeared from under the elastic of my boxer-briefs. I was already more than half hard (how could I not be?!) and it flung, rather than flopped, out on to her face. A grin started growing across her face as she put both hands on it, her eyes both on the right side of my cock as her mouth and tongue started to work the underside and balls. She giggled, “I honestly was scared there wouldn’t be anybody in a town this small that could take care of me the way I like…” the next sound in the room was a light gag as her throat tried to take on my dick for the first time, her big wet green eyes peering up at me as she did so.

I collapsed/sat back on her couch, staring back down at her, watching her devour my cock. This is obviously a girl who’d done this a few times, and school had honed her skills. The slobber was dribbling down the shaft as well as her chin in no time, dripping on her spectacular tits, which were pressed up against my balls on the couch cushion.

Several minutes of intense, awesome blowjob and I managed to ask for her tits. She slide her tits up around the base of my cock as her mouth let me go, and started sliding my slick cock between her cans in that way that only a girl with a life’s experience with big tits can. She was giggling, grinning as she expertly tugged my dick off with her perfect jugs.

I have some experience and like to believe I have some stamina, but this was just too much. It felt like seconds, but it was probably minutes later when I ran my hand into her bright blonde hair, twisted it into a rough handle, and stood over her, feeding her my balls as I began to jack off over face, moving her face wherever I wanted it by her hair.

She didn’t even blink. The cum came in strong spurts, splattering as I shot it on to her shocked, amazed face. How I didn’t hit her right in the eyes, I have no idea, but when my orgasm had subsided she was still there on her knees, grinning wide through a thick fresh coat of sperm. We sat there (well, I stood, but anyway), just staring at each other for awhile. She sat there, grinning in amazement, finally bringing a finger to her face and scooping some of the cum into her mouth, swallowing it. Repeating the move once or twice before standing, a smear of cum still across her forehead and some splatters visible in her hair, never taking her eyes off of me.

“Fuck me.” she moaned, in an almost pleading way, turning and taking a couple steps toward her small table, sliding her Daisys and panties down off her hips and bending over, pressing her splendid tits into the top of the table and arching her back. I was presented with her perfect round ass, no tanlines, and a perfectly arched back. The perfect picture of a school girl in heat, with her legs spread and the wetness just visible on her bald, pink pussy. By now the rest of my clothes were gone, and I stepped up behind her and gave that taut volleyball ass a firm, handprint-leaving slap. She jumped slightly, but before she could recover I was pressing my cock up against her wet, hairless entrance.

The wimpers filled the room, then turned to moans, then back to wimpers as I pressed my thick, throbbing cock up inside her needy pussy. She obviously had not been getting her regular diet of cock lately, and she eagerly pressed back on me even as she clawed at the table top and grasped the edges of the table to try to hold herself. Finally I felt her firm ass press up against my abs, my cock buried in her. She was clawing at the table, wimpering and glancing at me over her right shoulder, the left side of her head against the tabletop. I let her right ass cheek have it with my right hand again, then pulled my cock about halfway out and slammed it back in. She was so wet now it was running down her left thigh.

Bent over like that, she was short enough that I was now fucking down into her, rather than just forward. I started to thrust, shoving the table hard against the wall with each thrust. Her hips were pinned between me and the table now, and I just powered into her as she held on for dear life. That unreal ass felt so good on my abs, and her pussy, obviously experienced, was still tight and fun.

We went on like that for several minutes, her clinging to the table as I drove her into it hips-first. The small lamp on against the wall on the table was teetering with every thrust, and finally it bounced off the wall and fell to the floor, breaking it and sending the room into darkness with the exception of a kitchen cabinet light that was still on.

She screamed, but I didn’t miss a beat – I pulled out and lifted her, tossing her on to the floor on her back and burying myself back into her, one of her legs on my hip, the other on my shoulder. She was panting, wimpering, and staring up me as I drove into her, her abs heaving slightly with every thrust and those firm, unbelievable tits bouncing gently as she took me. I didn’t have to ask if she was on birth control or anything – a girl with these mad skills clearly takes precautions. I tugged her other leg up on to my shoulder, so that I was driving into her with her ankles by my ears, then leaning forward, bending her in half and lifting her ass off the floor as I drove my cock down into her. Her hands were on my shoulders now, her fingernails digging into my back slightly as she held on, her tits pressed almost up to her face. The only sound beyond the slapping noise of my thrusting were her wimpered moans of “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk. FFFFffuck.” as I overwhelmed her girl parts.

At this point I slid my hand up, over her tits, and on to her throat, just lightly. The look in her eyes told me that was all it was gonna take. In a few more thrusts her fingernails were legit sunk into my back, and she started to moan – or maybe I mean scream – as her legs kicked back against me. I held them in place with my body weight, my cock still buried in her as she begin to cum, hard. I was certain they could hear her downstairs in the bar, as I kept the pressure on, staying buried in her orgasmic pussy until she could breathe again.

I pulled out, not giving her a chance to recover, took her left ankle in my hand and flipped her on to her tummy. She started to crawl up on all fours, but I got on top of her, straddling her ass and pinning her to the floor. I took a couple of good solid strokes humping her ass, then slid lower, driving my cock between her thighs and back into her pussy as I laid squarely on top of her, her ass back against my abs and my chest pinning her chest. By this time I was getting close for a second time, and as her moans and wimpers started again I growled in her ear:

“Who’s my new lil fuckpiece?”

“I am.”

Slam. Slam. Slam. I fucked into her, watching the way her hair jerked every time I drove my cock into her.

“Who’s gonna get on my cock every day after school?”

“I am.”

Slam. Slam. Slam.

“Who wants my cum?”

I didn’t wait for an answer, but did a half pushup to get myself up off of her, but with my cock still firmly buried in her. I grasped her athletic little waist and gave her one more nice hard pump, emptying into her and holding it there a moment, before getting up, standing over her, still admiring that ass until she rolled over on the floor, looking up at me.

“Holy. Shit.”

I laughed, then put on my serious tone of voice again for minute as I reached out my hand to help her up. “You know I want that ass, right?”

She giggled and nodded “Tomorrow before I head to school?” assuming that I was staying the night, of course. I picked up my phone from the couch, noting the text message from Brad, and smiled.

“Oh, so I’m staying, am I?”

“Dude. You have no idea how terrified I was that I was gonna be stuck here all semester with no good sex.”

*in a lighthearted tone of voice* “Get in the shower, you lil slut.”

She giggled as she bounced into the bathroom, her fucking perfect tits bouncing right along with her. I heard the shower turn on, as I opened Brad’s text: “You fucking murder her up there, dude? The lights were shaking down here.” I grinned, replying: “Move my truck around to the alley, wouldya? We’re not gonna finish this tonight.”

Tossing my phone back on the couch, I headed for the bathroom, ready for Round 2…

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