"I've decided I won't be wrestling anymore, you guys. Today was my last day." Laura made the announcement on a Saturday evening as she sat in her backyard spa, surrounded by the five other original members of the Big Breasted Wrestling League and their husbands and boyfriends.

Everyone started speaking at once. "What?" "Why?" "Laura, you can't quit!"

Laura held up her hands. "Hold on a minute," she said, "let me explain. I'm not quitting the League, I just don't feel I can be a wrestler anymore. We've been growing so big and so fast that there's an awful lot to do to run this thing now, and it's taking up more of my time than I thought it would. I've really enjoyed helping run the League, though, and I've found that I like being in charge. What I want to do, with everyone's permission, is to become President of the League and devote all my time and energy to those duties instead of to wrestling. Besides, if I were President of the B.B.W.L., I couldn't very well be one of the wrestlers, right? There'd be a conflict of interest. So what do you guys think?"

"You haven't just been helping, you've been running the League for months now, you and Rick," said Kristi, "and you've done a great job. If this is what you really want to do, then I think you should do it." Everyone agreed. "But I think you're really going to miss the wrestling, Laura," Kristi said, then added with a friendly smirk, "We all know how much you like to wrestle."

Rick laughed and said to his wife, "She's right, Laura. You are one horny woman after you wrestle." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "And I love it."

"Well, I figured I could become the wrestling partner for all the newcomers' audition matches. That way, I could still 'grapple' once in a while," said Laura. "And maybe we six could occasionally have some private matches." She looked around at the other well-endowed women who were relaxing in the spa, their bikini-clad tits bobbing and floating on the water.

"Sure," Heather said readily. "I think we'd all like that."

"Yeah, it'd be like old times," said Diane. The 12 friends sat in the warm, pulsating water and reminisced.

"All right, back to the present," said Laura. "We have almost $15,000 in our donation fund right now, and we desperately need a PA system. I recommend that we use money from the fund to buy a small system. I also think we should consider either buying or renting a couple of grandstands. Right now, we're having to limit the number of spectators each week because we can only seat so many in chairs around the mat. If we had grandstands, we could provide more seating and better viewing. And, you know," Laura added, "more spectators equals more money."

Discussion followed Laura's suggestions, and it was voted to purchase a PA system and two grandstands capable of seating about 40 people each. Kristi's boyfriend Matt brought up the need for additional tents. "We only have three dressing room tents by the wrestling mat, and I don't think that's enough. I think we could use at least three more. Also, we've got three tents in that clearing up there above the pool, the ones I like to call the 'sex tents,' but I think we need more tents over there as well, don't you?"

"Yeah, we definitely do," said Jeannine's husband, Ray. "Twice this month we've wanted to use one of those tents in the afternoon and they were all occupied. We had to go screw in the woods!"

"And there are bugs there!" added Jeannine. Everybody laughed, and they all agreed to purchase six additional tents from the donation money.

"How many wrestlers did you say are in the League right now?" asked Karen.

"There's a total of 22," replied Laura. "The Lightweight Division for D, DD and F-cuppers has 10 and the Middleweight Division for F, G and H-cuppers has eight even with me leaving, because Michelle is starting next week. But our new Heavyweight Division for H, I and J-cuppers only has four wrestlers. They're getting pretty bored having to wrestle the same opponents every week. We need to find more women with really huge tits to join the League. Anybody have any ideas where we can find them?"

"What about asking the owner of that lingerie store we go to, Laura?" asked Kristi. "You know, the only store we've found that carries bras and bikinis in big cup sizes. What's the owner's name? Carol? Carolyn? Something like that. Anyway, she could probably think of some customers of hers who might be interested in wrestling. And, come to think of it, she looks really big herself. I bet she's at least an H cup. I wonder if she might be interested in the B.B.W.L."

"It wouldn't hurt to ask," said Laura. "That's a great idea. I'll go in and talk to her myself."

"Michael and I have a new neighbor named Julie who looks like she's got humongous tits," said Heather. "She and her boyfriend moved into the apartment across from ours last month, and we've started getting friendly with them. But I haven't seen her in a bathing suit yet, so I don't know if her tits are real or not."

"They move like they're real," Michael said with a grin.

"Well, I guess you'd know," said Heather, "you and all the rest of you guys. You sure see enough big, natural, moving tits every week."

"Would you mind talking to your neighbor about the League?" Laura asked Heather. "Maybe you could invite her to come watch next Saturday. I could give you passes for her and her boyfriend."

"Sure," said Heather. "I'll talk to her tonight. Julie and Scott are coming over to play cards with us later, and I'll bring it up." She glanced at the big outdoor clock. "Oh, in fact, Michael and I should probably get going now." She and her boyfriend climbed out of the spa and toweled off. "We'll see you next week, Prez," she said to Laura as she turned to leave. "Bye, everybody."

Julie was surprised that night when she learned what her new friend did every Saturday, but she and her boyfriend accepted Heather's invitation to come with them to Rick and Laura's the following week to watch the B.B.W.L.

The two couples arrived Saturday morning while Rick and Laura were conducting a class for new wrestlers. Julie watched in wonder as four big-breasted women in bikini bathing suits practiced the holds and moves they'd just learned with each other and with a beautiful and built brunette that Heather identified as Laura. When the class was over, Heather introduced Julie and her boyfriend Scott to Laura and Rick.

"This is quite a set up you have here," said Scott, gesturing around Rick and Laura's backyard. "It kinda reminds me of the grounds of the Playboy Mansion."

"Well," said Rick with a chuckle, "I guess we do have a lot of big-titted women in bikinis hanging around here like Hugh Hefner does."

Julie noticed that Michael had just donned a black-and-white striped referee's shirt like the one Rick was wearing. When she remarked on it to Heather, her friend explained that all six of the original League members' husbands and boyfriends served as referees/judges for the matches. "Of course, they never ref their wife's or girlfriend's matches," said Heather. "But they're kept busy pretty much all day. We're thinking of asking other men to help out with the refereeing, guys who don't have a partner who's a wrestler. It sure would be nice to be able to spend more time with Michael on Saturdays."

The morning seemed to fly by once the scheduled matches got underway. Julie was initially shocked at seeing so many different women with big tits wrestling each other in skimpy bikinis, especially when a top was occasionally torn off and a woman's tits were completely exposed.

Some of these women are really big, thought Julie, almost as big as me but they don't care that they're practically naked in front of all these people. They're not embarrassed at all. In fact, they act like they enjoy showing off their bodies. They seem proud that all the men here are cheering them and getting turned on watching them.

This seemed unbelievable to Julie. She'd been extremely shy of her body for the last nine years, ever since she reached her current bra size of 42J at the age of 18. Even though her breasts were beautifully shaped, she was ashamed of them and felt like a freak. She'd always been an athlete, playing mostly softball and volleyball, but she'd stopped playing sports when her tits reached J cup size. She just couldn't find a sports bra large enough and supportive enough and, besides, her tits kept getting in the way.

Julie's shock wore off the more she watched the wrestling. After a while, she started looking at it as an athletic event. She was a strong, big-boned girl and she'd always loved competing in sports even though she thought she looked like some kind of Amazon. She'd noticed that some of the women wrestlers were even using their huge tits to try to beat their opponents. This is totally unbelievable, thought Julie. My body size and even my tit size--no, especially my tit size--would actually be an asset in this League.

When the morning's matches were over, Julie and Scott followed Heather and Michael to the large pool house for lunch. The pool house consisted of a bedroom, one and a half baths, and a spacious main room with a kitchenette. The main room was furnished with sofas and a number of tables and chairs, and it also contained a big-screen TV, a juke box and a pool table.

As the foursome entered the pool house, they saw a busty young woman shooting pool with a male friend. The couple was playing 8-Ball and the woman was on her last shot. "You know," she said, "if I sink this, that'll be six games in a row I've won." It was obvious she was making the game difficult for the man because of what she was wearing. Her outfit consisted of a black thong bikini bottom that showed her luscious ass cheeks when she bent over for a shot and a black string top with triangular, see-through mesh patches that were too small to cover her large, dark areoles.

The woman positioned herself for her final shot, a difficult cross table shot, by lifting her right leg up onto the pool table, and Scott positioned himself directly behind her. While she readied herself for the shot, Scott moved his hand slightly, motioning Michael to come and stand next to him. "Come 'ere, come 'ere, quick," he mouthed. Michael quietly joined Scott and immediately saw the outstanding vantage point his friend had.

Both men purposely lined themselves up so that they were able not only to sight the strategy of the woman's shot but also to look down and get a great view of her ass crack and a dark, hairy bush between her thighs. Her teeny thong was stretched tightly and the narrow strip of fabric had pulled up into her pussy, spreading her puffy lips and displaying her glistening, pink inner flesh.

"Is that beautiful, or what?" Michael murmured.

Scott's whisper was ragged. "Fuckin' awesome. I'd sure like to bury my face in there."

The young woman struck the cue ball. It caromed off two cushions and hit the 8 ball perfectly. The ball rolled slowly to the center of the pocket and sunk. She dropped her cue stick and jumped up and down while exclaiming, "I won, I won again!" As she jumped, her large breasts flew up and out of her scanty top then flopped down hard on her chest, revealing a set of raspberry-sized nipples.

While she quickly pulled the small mesh triangles back over her nipples and adjusted the strings of her top, her male companion complained that it wasn't fair playing with her dressed like she was. "Look at the front of my pants," he grumbled. His khaki-colored shorts were tented by his erect cock, and there was a large circle of pre-cum at the top of the tent. "Go put on a robe that'll cover that beautiful body of yours and I'll beat your ass every time."

"No way," the woman responded sassily. "I like winning!"

A bountiful buffet had been set up on a long countertop in the main room, and Michael and Scott joined Heather and Julie in line. The four friends filled their plates, selected drinks and sat down at a small, round table to eat. "So, what do you think about the wrestling so far?" asked Heather.

"I found it very interesting," replied Julie.

"I found it very arousing," said Scott with a grin. He turned to Michael and asked, "Man, how can you keep from having a permanent hard-on when you're here all day?"

"I can't," Michael replied. "I just stopped worrying about it because every other guy has one, too!"

Julie found the afternoon matches just as engrossing, especially the Heavyweight Division bout that involved two women who were both about as big and buxom as she was. One of those two women, in particular, attracted Julie's attention. The woman appeared to be in her 30s and had tits that were at least a J cup size. She was tall and strong-looking and, though fleshy, had a very defined hourglass figure. Julie recalled the woman's morning match and remembered that she was a trash talker who had gloated when she'd won. She seems like a real bitch, thought Julie. She found out that the woman was named Samantha when Laura announced the opponents' names at the beginning of the match.

Samantha and the other woman, Bridget, seemed fairly evenly matched although Samantha was the bigger of the two. They had each scored a point and there was less than a minute left on the clock when Samantha was able to pin down Bridget. While the ref called out a five-count, Samantha pushed her massive breasts into the other woman's face. They were so big they covered not only Bridget's face but her whole head as well. Bridget kicked her legs wildly and squirmed to get free. The ref finished his count and told the wrestlers to separate, but Samantha ignored him and continued to tit smother her helpless opponent.

"This is your one and only warning," the referee said to Samantha. "Get off of her now or you'll forfeit the match."

Samantha released Bridget's wrists and got up on her knees, straddling the coughing, gasping woman. The bell rang, and Samantha stood and raised her arms in victory. Looking down at her vanquished opponent, she said smugly, "And another one bites the dust!"

When the scheduled wrestling was over, Julie and Scott got up to leave but were stopped by Heather. "We can't leave yet, you guys," she said. "There's a grudge match today, and Michael is going to be one of the refs." Heather explained about grudge matches to the puzzled couple as they watched two of the Middleweight Division wrestlers walk up to the edge of the mat and remove their tops. Both women raised their arms as their very sizable breasts and nipples were rubbed with baby oil by men on the sidelines.

"That's done so it's hard for your opponent to grab hold of your tits," said Heather. "Tits are what everyone seems to go for in a grudge match."

"Have you ever wrestled in a grudge match?" asked Julie.

"No, I've always been able to get along with everybody." Heather added, "It's pretty much the same women all the time who sign up for them."

About 10 minutes into the hard-fought match between dark haired Sherry and bleached blonde Brenda, Julie's eyes opened wide and her breath caught. She couldn't believe what she was seeing: Sherry, naked from having her bottoms pulled off by Brenda earlier, had planted her ass on her opponent's face and appeared to be using Brenda's nose as her own personal clit stimulator.

"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" Julie asked incredulously.

"I think so," replied Heather. "Looks like she's really getting into it, too."

"God, how humiliating for the other woman."

"Yeah, remind me never to get in a grudge fight."

Every time Michael finished calling out a ten-count, Sherry had to stop grinding her pussy on Brenda's face. Michael would ask Brenda if she wanted to submit, but each time the blonde stubbornly refused, although it appeared to Julie that Brenda had started crying.

Finally, after almost three minutes of stop-and-go face grinding, Sherry climaxed on Brenda's nose and mouth. She rubbed her sopping wet pussy all over her opponent's face before collapsing, weakened and still shuddering, onto Brenda's body.

Brenda felt thoroughly degraded but was more determined than ever to win the match and salvage a little bit of her pride. As soon as Michael said "wrestle," she bent her strong knees and clasped Sherry's head between them. Brenda squeezed with all her might, her knees becoming a nutcracker and Sherry's head a giant pistachio. Sherry screamed in agony and immediately submitted to the other woman.

A bell rang, and the refs helped the sweat-soaked wrestlers to their feet and raised Brenda's arm in victory. Both women were crying, Sherry in pain and Brenda in humiliation. Brenda's make up was badly smeared and her face was shiny with tears and a thick coat of Sherry's pussy juices.

After ensuring both women were all right and after toweling off the wrestling mat, Michael changed out of his referee's shirt then joined Heather, Julie and Scott by the tennis court. Heather had already changed out of her polka dot bikini. "That was some match, huh? Hey, how about having dinner with us tonight at our place?" Michael asked the other couple as they all started walking toward the gate.

"Sure, that'd be great," said Julie. "What can we bring?"

"Nothing, thanks, we have everything we need for the meal," Heather replied.

"We'll bring drinks," said Scott. "I make a deadly margarita." The foursome got in Michael's car, which was parked in Rick and Laura's huge circular driveway, and headed for home.

"Dinner was delicious, Heather," Scott said that night as he pushed his plate away and picked up his margarita glass.

"Yes, it was," agreed Julie. "Thanks for inviting us. Now, let me help you clean up the mess."

"No, I'll worry about all this later," said Heather. "Let's bring our drinks into the living room, I'd like to talk to you about something."

The two couples settled themselves on facing sofas. "It's about the wrestling today, the B.B.W.L.," Heather said to Julie. "I've told you how much I like being a part of it. Michael does, too. We actually look forward to Saturday all week long. I really wish I'd won a match today while you guys were there watching me," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "But even though I didn't, I still really enjoy the wrestling and I plan on being a part of the League for a very long time.

"I told you that the League keeps expanding and that we started a Heavyweight Division a few weeks ago for bigger women with H, I and J cup tits. But, so far, there are only four women in that division. We need more. You look to me like you have tits that size, Julie, and you said you found the wrestling 'interesting' today. Would you consider joining the League?"

Julie had been about to take a drink but paused with her glass in midair. "Oh, God, I don't know. I mean, I wouldn't mind trying to wrestle sometime, but I really don't think I could get out there half naked in front of all those people."

"Why not?" asked Scott. "You've got a fantastic body. You've got bigger tits than anybody there today."

"And, believe me, your big tits would be revered by the fans," said Heather. "All the Heavyweight wrestlers are worshipped like goddesses! Seriously, though," she added, "when you're out there on the mat, all you're thinking about is how to beat your opponent. You don't think about what you're wearing or what you look like, and you don't even hear the noise of the crowd. At least, I don't. I'm just focused on trying to win, and nothing else matters."

"I think you should do it, Julie," said Scott. "You're strong as hell. I think you'd be great at it. And I'd sure like watching you wrestle."

"You would, huh?" Julie took a long sip of her margarita as she thought about it. "I just don't know," she said. "And, anyway, I don't have a two-piece bathing suit. I've never been able to find one that fits me up top."

"Go to Bare Essentials," said Heather. "It's a lingerie store that Laura and Kristi discovered. They have bras and bikinis in up to a K cup size. You're not bigger than a K, are you?"

"No, I'm a J cup," answered Julie. Heather and Michael exchanged glances. That's perfect, thought Heather. She's as big as Samantha. I'd love to see someone come in and knock that bitch off her pedestal.

Michael had a different thought. Oh, man, I'd like to see those J cup tits of hers. "Have you ever wrestled before?" he asked Julie.

She shook her head. "No. Just with my brothers when we were little."

"Well, why don't you try it now with Heather to see if you'd like it?" Michael asked. "She could show you some moves and you could get a feel for it. Then, decide if you want to join the League."

"You mean, wrestle right now?" asked Julie.

"Yeah," replied Michael, "right here and right now. Scott and I can move the furniture and we'll put down a big blanket in the middle of the floor for you to wrestle on."

Scott jumped up and immediately grabbed an end of the sofa he'd been sitting on. "Yeah, let's do it," he said eagerly.

"Well, I don't know," said Julie. "What are we going to wrestle in? I mean, I told you I don't own a two-piece bathing suit."

"We can wrestle in our bras and panties," said Heather. "Come on, we're all friends. It's no big deal. I'll show you some holds that we use in the League. It'll be fun."

"Um, alright," Julie agreed. The two men started clearing furniture from the living room. Heather finished her drink and got a blanket from the linen closet before removing her clothes. Julie gulped down the rest of her drink, too, then removed her shoes, shorts and tank top. She was starting to feel mellow from the alcohol, and suddenly it didn't bother her at all that she was standing in her underwear in front of Michael and Heather.

"OK, get down on your knees facing me," said Heather as she moved to the center of the blanket. "We always start on our knees instead of standing up because we don't want anyone getting hurt in a fall."

There was a huge contrast between the two kneeling women. At 5'10, dark-haired Julie was a good half foot taller than her blonde opponent, and her J cup tits looked at least twice the size of Heather's DD cups. Julie was broad shouldered and relatively slim hipped and her body was like that of a firm, toned athlete. Heather's body was softer looking and more womanly. She had a nipped-in waist, a gently rounded tummy, flared hips, and a plump round ass that shook enticingly when she moved.

As he stared at Heather's lush body, Scott's groin tightened just as it had when he'd first seen her in a bikini earlier that day. She was so different from Julie. She was smaller and curvier and looked like she'd been made for fucking. Scott squirmed slightly in his seat and finished off his drink.

Heather showed Julie different ways that the wrestlers engaged their opponents at the beginning of matches, and then went on to demonstrate some of the more common holds that were used. "Ow," said Julie after a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" asked Heather.

"No, it's my bra. It's been digging into me ever since we started, and it's getting really uncomfortable. I think I'll take it off and wrestle in my tank top instead." Julie stood up and unhooked her bra.

"I'd feel better if I took my bra off, too," said Heather. "The underwire is starting to poke me." She stayed on her knees, removed her lacy demi bra and flung it aside. "Don't bother putting a top on, Julie, let's just go without. It'll feel better."

Julie hesitated as she looked down at her unselfconsciously topless friend. "Um, well, OK," she said. She slipped her arms out of her sturdy cotton bra and slowly released her colossal breasts. Throwing her bra across the room, she kneeled down facing Heather.

Michael hardened instantly as he got his first look at Julie's jugs. Christ, he thought, they're even more awesome than I imagined. Julie's well-nippled breasts were truly huge and truly magnificent--firmly rounded, satiny smooth and perfectly symmetrical.

Heather resumed her instruction, and Michael's erection began to throb painfully as he watched Julie's unrestrained J cups bounce and sway with every movement of her body. When Julie pressed her mammoth tits into Heather's while practicing a pin, completely obliterating her smaller friend's tits from view, Michael almost shot his load.

Julie was a quick learner and, after several minutes of practice, felt she was ready to have a real wrestling match with Heather. The two bare-breasted women squared off. Michael checked his watch and called out, "Ready...set...wrestle!" Although Heather was the more experienced of the two, Julie's strength and athletic ability allowed her to win the first point with a pin.

"Boy, you're good," said Heather.

"Beginner's luck," responded Julie.

They started again. This time, Heather used her knowledge of leverage to dominate her larger opponent. As she pinned Julie for a point, her wide, heart-shaped ass was stuck up in the air right in front of Scott's face. Heather was wearing thong underwear, and her exposed butt cheeks quivered as she strained to hold down the stronger woman.

Scott went rock hard. He had to force himself not to reach out, rip off Heather's skimpy panties and bury his face in her deep crack. He shifted again in his seat to try to get some relief from the aching discomfort he was feeling, but he knew it was futile. The only way he'd get real relief would be to sheathe himself in Heather and fuck her brains out.

Heather and Julie got back up on their knees. Both women were feeling a pleasurable buzz through their bodies, fueled by alcohol and adrenaline. "Wow," said Heather, "I've never wrestled a woman with tits as big as yours."

"And I've never wrestled a woman, period, let alone topless," Julie giggled.

Michael gave the call to wrestle, and Heather surprised Julie by grabbing her breasts and trying to use them to pull Julie down to the floor. Julie reacted by grabbing her blonde friend's DD cups with her large hands and trying to do the same. "God, your tits are way too big to hold," Heather said in wonder as she gently kneaded Julie's gigantic breasts. "I'd need at least two more hands just to get a grip on one of them." Julie didn't have the same problem, and she used Heather's tits as handles to pull her down. They both landed on their sides on the blanket, and they turned loose of each other's breasts to grab hands instead. Julie was able to maneuver Heather onto her back but was having trouble pinning the small but scrappy woman.

Both men's cocks were straining for release and relief as they watched the exciting scene in front of them. Michael couldn't help but notice, though, that Julie was missing the perfect opportunity to pin his girlfriend with a Grapevine Press. Since this was just a learning match, he decided to interrupt the action and give some instruction to his bosomy neighbor.

"Hey, stop for a minute, you two," he said as he walked over to the topless grapplers. "Heather, if this were a real match, don't you think this would be a good time for Julie to put a Grapevine Press on you?"

Heather released Julie's hands and looked up at her boyfriend. Her eyes were slightly glassy. "A Grapevine Press? Um, I forget what that is."

"Here, I'll show you," Michael said as knelt down beside the women. "I'll be the one on the bottom." Heather moved away and Michael laid down. "OK, Julie, straddle me on your knees and grab my wrists. Hold them down on either side of my head, then hook your lower legs around mine." Julie complied, and, because of her greater height, Michael found her humongous hanging breasts positioned within inches of his face. He gulped before saying, "Now, press your crotch and stomach down into mine."

Julie pressed her lower body into Michael's and gasped when she felt his raging erection against her pubis. "Yeah," he whispered to her, "you did that to me, Julie." He turned his head so his mouth was directly under one of her long, stiff nipples and said out loud, "I'm sorry, I can't help myself. I've gotta taste you." He pulled her nipple into his mouth and started to suckle.

Scott was beside Heather in a flash. "I'm sorry, I can't help myself either," he said to her. "I've gotta taste you." Pulling off her panties, he rolled her onto her tummy and spread her legs apart. He stretched himself out on his stomach between her legs and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. He kneaded each soft, round half before pulling them apart and burying his face in the middle.

Scott had never seen a more appealing asshole than Heather's tight, pink one. He lapped it over and over with his broad tongue until Heather started moaning and squirming. Oh, that feels so good, she thought. Why hasn't Michael ever done this to me before? Scott pulled his mouth out of her deep crack and ran a finger through the folds of her pussy. She was slick and ready. He tore off his clothes and laid down on his back, his steel-like shaft sticking straight up in the air. "Come on, Heather," he said hoarsely, "ride me like a cowgirl. I wanna see that gorgeous ass of yours move as you ride my cock." Heather straddled Scott's body on her hands and knees, facing away from him, and positioned her wet pussy over his shaft. He gripped her wide hips and plunged her down on top of him. They both moaned as he filled her in one hard thrust.

Julie was shuddering with pleasure as Michael alternately bit, licked and sucked her nipple while his throbbing erection pressed into her crotch. She started to rock slightly back and forth on her knees, rubbing her satin-covered pussy over his stiff rod. He released her nipple from his mouth. "Let go of my arms, Julie, I wanna touch you." As soon as she did, he rolled her over onto her back. Using both hands, he cupped first one then the other of her enormous tits. Michael stroked and fondled them and was blown away by their weight and their feel. "You've got the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he said in awe. Her nipples were drawn up into huge, tight buds, and he gently ran his thumbs over them, eliciting an excited moan from Julie. She felt an ache in her feminine core and knew she needed more than having her tits fondled and sucked to relieve it.

Julie reached down, unzipped Michael's shorts and removed his straining arousal. She licked her lips when she saw his impressively long and upwardly curved cock. She stroked it as Michael played with her tits and nipples. Julie could feel her pussy juices flowing down, dampening the crotch of her panties, and she didn't want to wait any longer. "I need you in me now," she groaned. Michael quickly removed first her panties then his shorts, shirt and boxers. He drew up her knees before plunging himself into her wetness. Grabbing hold of one of her breasts, he kneaded it as he thrust in and out of her warm, tight pussy.

Julie was delirious. Michael's wickedly curved cock was hitting her G-spot with every stroke, creating an unbelievably intense sensation. As her tension built, she thrashed her head from side to side, desperate for release, and her moan became a wail. Her muscles finally clenched in orgasm, and her violent spasms of pleasure almost shot Michael over the edge.

Michael pulled his cock out of Julie's shuddering pussy, pushed her knees down and straddled her body. He slid his well-lubricated member between her massive tits and pushed them together to create a sheath for his cock. He slid it back and forth, back and forth, all the while gripping and kneading her awesome J cups, until he reached his own powerful climax. He came in long, hard spurts, covering Julie's chest and neck with his creamy tribute.

Scott's excitement had built to a fever pitch as he watched Heather's meaty ass shake each time she moved herself up and down on his cock. When she started panting, he pushed down on her lower back and took over. Using a fast and steady rhythm, he thrust his shaft up into her gripping, wet pussy again and again. He grabbed her butt with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her pretty asshole. Scott saw that it had become wet with her pussy juices, and he nearly exploded. He stuck one of his fingers in his mouth to moisten it then gently pushed the finger into Heather's tightly puckered hole. She gasped at the brand new sensation then began moaning as Scott slid his finger in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm of his cock thrusts. Heather screamed as she came, and she took Scott over the edge with her.

The four friends laid silently on the blanketed floor, waiting for their racing heartbeats to return to a normal pace. Heather was the first to speak. "So, Julie, will you be joining us in the B.B.W.L.?"

Julie didn't bother to open her eyes. "Yeah," she replied in a dreamy voice, "I think I will."