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I’m going to be honest with you. I absolutely love breasts.
Years of staring and lusting have made me appreciative of all shapes and sizes: small to big to huge, saggy to firm to engorged and swollen, little nips to thick udders, faint small areolas to dark bumpy splotches. Veiny or not, white or black, dry or dripping with milk. But of course, like with the loads they make me shoot, the bigger the better.
I love looking at a beautiful woman and trying to imagine what all these details are under her clothes. It doesn’t matter what she wears, tight or loose, low cut or high. A turtleneck or thick winter coat isn’t going to stop my cock from swelling at the sight of her.
Believe it or not, I try to be a well adjusted and respectful man. But it’s difficult sometimes. Some guys need hardcore porn or physical stimulation to get fully erect, which is nice, because it stops your mom’s heavy breasts giving you an awkward boner when you catch a glance of them as she gets out of the shower. Some guys can at least control their urges to cum and worship, which is also good because it doesn’t lead to an awkward university lecture where you hope the pregnant, swollen professor bursting out of her blouse doesn’t notice the stain in your pants in tribute to her growth, or the way you were casually ‘scratching’ and ‘adjusting’ your crotch beforehand.
It’s been like this all of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love the way a nice fertile set of breasts destroy my self-control and fill me with desire; the almost painful lust and throbbing hardness they can evoke in mere seconds. I love the way it eliminates my personality and inhibition. Other things turn me on, but not as much; other things make me come, but not as hard. I guess I am a ‘titsexual’.
That has led to some amazing tit-jobs and suckling sessions in my life, but this post isn’t about that. This is a collection of confessions – of cases where the goddesses didn’t even know they were being worshiped. Sometimes I knew them (a little too well); sometimes they were just strangers. I consider my secret loads as tributes and acts of submission to them; but they’ll never know. Some of them I’m sure would be flattered; others would be horrified. Here are a few such memories, far from comprehensive, but all genuine. It is amazing how a divine set of breasts, even seen for a few seconds, can stay with you for life. As I think of these stories, I am not always proud, but I won’t pretend I would do anything differently now. I share them so others like me know they are not alone.
Confession 1: My fat cousin at the pool
In my defense, this first one was an act of necessity.
I was on summer vacation visiting my uncle’s house. His place was out in the countryside and we were all lounging by his small pool in the backyard. Half of my extended family was there. My cousin showed up late during the day but made quite the entrance. As my head turned to look at the new arrival I was shocked kilis escort by her transformation.
The last time I had seen her was years ago; she was 18 and skinny. Only 5 years had passed, but along the way she had 3 pregnancies and a messy divorce. Stress and motherhood had transformed her into what I immediately saw was a fertile goddess. Sure she was fat, but her breasts had at least tripled in size and hung practically down to her belly.
Her entire body jiggled as she walked, not just her pendulous breasts. I was hard by the time she sat down on the sunchair next to me, and discreetly folded my towel all over myself.
She was in a bad mood; bitching about her divorce and her 3 young children, complaining about her weight gain. My flat-chested aunt gave her dietary advice while I pretended to be looking at them to listen in out of concern.
She hadn’t bothered to purchase a new bikini in a long time, clearly. The fabric didn’t cover her areolas properly. They were dark and brown, an asymmetrical splotch rather than a circle, richly textured, just like my mom’s. The outline of her nipples, thick and bumpy from years of pumping and nursing, were easy to see under the fabric, which itself was white and slightly translucent.
I don’t what the fuck she was thinking wearing that to the pool. Maybe she thought because we were all family it didn’t matter? Or did she think that because she had gained weight, she wasn’t a walking Viagra pill with tits like that?
I wanted to excuse myself to take care of my needs, but knew my throbbing erection would be too noticeable under my swimming trunks. I could hop in the pool to cool off, but there’s a chance they would still notice so I didn’t risk it. Besides, I wanted to cum for my beautiful fat cousin and her glorious new body.
So, still covered by my towel, I put my hand underneath and gently, so gently, caressed by cock. It took about 10 seconds for her tits to make me gush. I stayed quiet and tried my best to seem casual while the ropes came out.
Once I was soft, I had a nice idea. I stood up, grabbed my phone and asked my cousin and aunt and uncle if they wanted a group photo, which I took before going inside, though obviously I zoomed in on their daughter’s fat maternal boobs. A few hours later everyone else came inside and she had left her bikini out on the line to dry through the night.
So, during the night, I went out to pluck it and bring it to my room while they were sleeping. I used the photo I took to drain my balls into it a few more times. There wasn’t enough material on this flimsy thing to absorb all my cum, let alone cover my cousin’s well-used breasts. It was soaked again when I put it back on the line.
The next morning, she blamed the crustiness on the suntan lotion she had used.
2 A young mom’s ordeal was my bliss
This one was during a transatlantic flight. I was feeling tired and under the weather and just wanted to get home, kırklareli escort but when I got to my seat I realized right away it was going to be a good flight. I saw who would be sitting next to me.
In the window seat was some guy, her husband, who cares. The aisle seat was mine. And in the middle sat a woman who would make my balls ache and dick twitch the entire way across the Atlantic.
To be honest, this was so long ago I don’t remember her face; but I can still see those engorged, veined, swollen tits with photographic memory. She had a small frame, and though they weren’t enormous they were full to bursting, and stunning on her petite build. She had pale skin, so the thick blue and green veins running across her flesh were easy to see. Her cleavage glistened with an extremely erotic moisture, and was practically spilling up out of her top.
What was her top? A thin white cotton spaghetti-strap top, low cut. She had a bra that just barely managed to cover the bottom half of her firm baseball-sized milk tanks, the skin and pores down to the edge of the bra that barely concealed her areolas was red and raw.
All it took was a 3 second glance at that while I put away my luggage in the overhead bin, and I was stiffening by the time I sat down next to her and politely said hello. It occurred to me that all signs pointed to her having recently had a baby, and I dreaded what that meant for me during this long flight. It turned out the baby was absent, and it would later become clear this poor mother hadn’t brought a pump either.
I pretended to be looking out the window, admiring the view as our plane taxid, took off, and gained altitude. Every acceleration and deceleration of the engines, every bump on the runway, every little burst of turbulence – made her veiny jugs jiggle. But not as much as you would expect – they were so turgid with milk they didn’t move around much, almost bolted on to her chest.
My need to cum was overwhelming, but the seatbelt sign was on, so I was forced to just watch the show as my balls ached with need. As soon as the light flicked off I went off to the bathroom. As soon as I unzipped my rock hard cock jumped out at full attention, wet and dripping with precum. I imagined myself splattering that young mother’s chest with my loving tribute, and drained myself.
I made my way back to the seat, a few tablespoons lighter, and relieved. I could stop gawking at this mommy for at least a little while before my lust consumed me again. I figured it would be a long flight, and I had plenty of time. So in the meantime I just enjoyed the in-flight entertainment, with a movie on in the background to pretend to watch now and then.
Then I noticed the little wet spots forming on her chest. She was leaking sweet delicious milk, and she wasn’t happy about it! She swore and squirmed, complained to her husband of how sore and full she was, kept trying to re-adjust herself and her bra karabük escort and her top.in acts of incredibly erotic futility. She had no pump, no baby, no other clothes to cover herself with. She looked miserable, but beautiful.
I wanted to help her – to help drain her like she was unknowingly helping to drain me. How the husband ignored her and just went back to his phone is a mystery to me; if I were him, I’d have thrown a blanket over us and sucked her dry. But alas, some men are idiots.
The spots kept getting bigger and bigger and she kept swearing. A little droplet of milk seeped through the fabric and began to drip; I could feel my pre-cum doing the same as my cock leaked with love and admiration.. Finally, flustered, she grabbed a tissue to wipe off the droplets, and then pulled her bra forward to give her leaking breasts a proper wipe.
I only got a moment’s glance between her pulling her hand out and the bra snapping back to place, but what I saw made me explode hands free. Her bright veins ran down to two incredibly thick and puffy pink nipples, chafed, distended, glistening with milk and sweat. The tissue she used was soaked, and she tossed it into the seat pouch before swearing and getting up. She squeezed past me to get into the aisle, her legs brushing against my cum-filled pants as she did.
I imagined her in the bathroom, squeezing her swollen breasts and massaging and tugging on her udders to relieve the pressure. Doing all the things to herself I wanted to do to her. I was rock hard again. I glanced at the husband; he was on his phone, oblivious. I quickly grabbed the tissue his wife had used to mop up her mess, and stuffed it down my pants to quickly mop up mine before putting it back.
When she came back to her seat, she seemed more relaxed and relieved, a quiet glow and warmth about her. Maybe she had done more than just milk herself in there? Her breasts were less swollen, jiggling more loosely as she sat down. Almost immediately she leaned against her husband and fell fast asleep.
I watched her breasts slowly fill back up and swell as she slept. Slowly, the engorgement returned. Her breasts were so productive! Naturally, they started to drip and leak again, the milk basically soaking into half of her top before she woke up and noticed. Half-asleep, she grabbed the tissue from before, already wet with cum and milk, and wiped off her drippy teats again, before putting it back and going to sleep.
The thought of my cum slowly seeping into her veiny porous skin, mixing with her fresh milk drove me insane. I was so happy to give her breasts what they deserved, what their beauty demanded. During the hours she slept I discreetly massaged my cock through my pants, coming again and again. By the end of the flight I was shooting blanks, my cock was irritated and chafed like her nipples from all the rubbing I had been doing, and my pants and underwear were almost as soaked with cum as her bra and top were with milk.
I could barely get down the steps off the plane at the end. My testicles were sore and swollen from all the edging and cumming I had been doing for hours. She had emptied me.
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I have other things to confess, things you might judge me for, things I can’t share yet. But it’s a start.