Dylan's Fete

They meet again: breast love, and more.

For their first encounter, see here 

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Dylan dropped off his aunt at the village fête, this time held at a field belonging to a wealthy newcomer who obviously wanted to get into the locals' good book. After a quick look at the countrified pursuits being practised in a slightly muddy field  gently sloping towards the lake, he was about to go back to his car having decided it wasn't - quite - his scene.

Then he saw her, at the bottle stall, just as he was stepping out of the main fête area. She wore sunglasses and was dressed differently, but there was no mistaking the straight, silky hair; the wide grin of her very red lips and - of course - the heavy, large breasts completely filling the top section of her dress. The dress was low cut and sleeveless and in all honesty not the most flattering of garments, but what it really did was to show off the boobs which figured proudly in their magnificent bulk, with acres of smooth, golden skin exposed in the cleavage and with the outline of the nipples just about, barely but quite-actually-there visible.

Dylan remembered them very well - he couldn't have possibly not remembered, he wanked daily recalling their earlier encounter - but seeing them in real life again had a powerful effect and gave him a semi-hard-on instantaneously.

He stopped in his tracks and walked towards the bottle stall. She must have recognised him too because her smile turned into a wide grin and she licked her lips, quickly but unmistakeably. Dylan's semi was rapidly turning into a full-on boner and only a protection of his jacket, tied round his waist, which he surreptitiously turned to conceal his groin, prevented him from publicly disgracing himself.

“Hi,” he mumbled on approaching the bottle stall. She smiled even wider.

“Do you see something that takes your fancy? It's a pound per ticket or
seven for a fiver. Every number ending in five or zero wins.”

Dylan felt his throat getting dry and his cock getting harder, painfully straining in his jeans. He was sure she knew what was happening to him but he could not do anything in such a public place.

“I'll have seven then. Nice to see you again, do you live locally?” he asked, his voice slightly shaking. She handed him the basket with tickets. As she did that, she leaned down from the stall and he could see even further down her cleavage. There were tiny droplets of sweat between her breasts and her nipples were now much more noticeable.

As she leaned over he Dylan could see not just their outline, but a glimpse of the dark areaolas and a side view of the fat, round nipples themselves. His hands were shaking as he picked out the tickets and he stifled a groan. She smiled and adjusted her dress, and as she did it he was absolutely sure she brushed her right breast and nipple with the palm of her hand.

“I live here,” She pointed to the house beyond the field. As she moved her arm, her tits moved in an undulating motion, raising higher in her dress. Dylan longed to cup them in his hands, squeeze and tweak the nipples, suck and lick and cum on them. His cock was throbbing and he felt he needed a wank soon or he would cream his pants then and there.

And yet, he stayed there, his hands shaking and his mouth dry, unable to tear himself away from this woman who could have been his mother but whose incredible tits he'd covered in his copious spunk as she arched in orgasm that didn't even need him touching her pussy.

Dylan opened his tickets. Two of them were winning ones and he appeared to be now a proud owner of a bottle of cream sherry and a - slightly more appealing - a set of miniature single malts. “Let me put them in the bag for you,” she said and efficiently bagged the bottles. “It's time for my break now, I can see Fiona is coming over so I might go and cool myself down by the lake. I have some of the waterside too, there is even a boathouse by the jetty,” she pointed again to a building that was beyond the area of the fête.

Dylan felt there was some point to all this, and when she passed him the bag, he was sure that her hand touched his for longer that it was strictly necessary. “You better put these in the car first,” she said, and now he knew that he didn't imagine an undercurrent to their small talk.

“Can't wait,” he said and she looked at him quickly above her sunglasses.

“Neither can I,” she laughed, a low, raspy sound that made him stifle an involuntary moan.

Dylan walked to his car, parked quite a distance from the entrance to the fête. His cock was still partially engorged, in memory of his previous astonishing encounter with this woman whose name he didn't know but whose breasts he had explored thoroughly, and now also in anticipation.

He put the bag in the car, adjusted his trousers and gave his dick a sneaky squeeze and slowly walked back, avoiding the main fête area and aiming for the boathouse. There was no people here, and the door was ajar. He entered the shady semi-darkness of the shed and stood on the threshold for a while to let his eyes adjust.

“Bolt the door, please,” he heard her speak and after doing as asked, he saw her, leaning against the wall to the back of the room. The straps of her dress were pulled down, the whole top of it rolled around her waist and her magnificent tits were there, in a there-quarter cup sheer bra that made it easy not just to see the shape of the breast but also all details of the nipples.

Dylan groaned as he felt his cock get immediately harder again. Her tits were at least and E, possibly F cup, and considering that she wasn't a skinny chit, and E/F was something to behold. Not only were they large, soft and smooth, but she also had amazing nipples which, when aroused, not only got darker and longer, but also thickened massively, to become akin to oversized raspberries, begging to be sucked, licked and bitten.

In an instant, he was by her side, stroking those huge globes, breathing rapidly into the crook of her neck, licking her earlobes and rubbing his engorged cock against her leg. His hands were on her tits, squeezing and kneading, stroking the nipples, tweaking them, pushing up with the palm of his hand against the hardening nubs. His balls felt high and tight, his cock as hard as he ever remembered, and he was aware of nothing but the smell of her skin, the soft moans of her arousal, the taste and texture of her skin.

“Easy, easy, slow down, baby,” she laughed, but didn't push him away and instead directed his mouth directly to her breasts. He sucked a nipple through the lace, biting it very gently and she groaned as it engorged even more, now a grape-sized and hot. Soon they were both liberated, hanging out of the bra in their full glory, and Dylan was drunk with desire. He leaned forward, and started to lick her nipples, alternating between the left and the right one, his hand working the other breast, tweaking, pulling the nipple, squeezing, and rubbing.

He licked upwards, with the flat of his tongue, so her thick, long nipple was making a soft groove in his tongue and his saliva was covering her breast. Then he licked round her nipples, in soft, wide circles, little flicks of the stiff tongue darting to the buds, but concentrating on the teasing around the fat berries of her erect nipples. Then he took her nipple into his mouth, between his lips, softly and wetly at first, not quite sucking yet, to then close the lips firmer and start sucking while at the same time stimulating the nipple with his tongue. Her areolas were raised and puffed up and she was panting, stroking his head, her fingers clenching on his hair as louder and louder moans escaped from her mouth.

She slid down to her knees and pulled Dylan's trousers down. His cock was rock hard, bouncing against his belly, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and throbbing. He could easily cum now, but he wanted to prolong the deliciousness of the scene. She cupped her tits in her hands and pulled him down, to rub the head of his cock on her breasts.

As the swollen, purple hood stimulated her nipples, now raw with arousal, she let out an animal-like groan. Dylan was  panting now, his whole energy concentrating on slowing the rising tide of spunk in his balls. She wanked him with her nipples and soft flesh of the huge tits, while every so often giving the head of his cock a lick with her trembling tongue. He couldn't contain himself anymore, moaning loudly. The stream of spunk was unstoppable now, boiling up in his balls and making his cock even harder and hotter. She must have felt it when licking him, as she pushed his cock hard against her nipples and groaned.

“Ooooh, fuck, oooooh, cum on my tits, noooow, oooh, now now now....”, she moaned and Dylan let go, glorious streams of hot, thick semen splattering on her erect nipples, engorged areolas, the whole swollen up, incredible tits. The pleasure was so intense that he cried out, and it seemed to take ages, a shot after a shot from a throbbing, fat cock that appeared to lose only some of its firmness as he climaxed.

She pushed his head down onto her breasts and in a delirious instant he was licking of his own salty cum of her skin, sucking her nipples clean as she panted and writhed under his mouth and hands. He was dimly aware of his leg being between her tights, her hot pussy rubbing herself on him, copious amount of cunt juices making his skin slippery.

His cock was getting hard again, amazingly quickly, it never happened so fast even though as a 24 year old he recovered fast, but now he was in a fully erect state minutes after an intense orgasm, on some wave of desire that just carried both of them over a crest, down and back up another even higher point of arousal.

She pushed him onto the ground, pulling his jeans and pants off completely, his cock hard and again so hot he felt he had to rub it to relieve some of the need. Her tits, sticky with his cum and saliva, raw-red from his hands and mouth, were hanging above his mouth and he licked them frantically before she moved lower, tit-fucking him for a short while before pulling her dress off and mounting him quickly and smoothly. His cock glided into her cunt.

She was incredibly wet and hot, and yet also very tight, tighter than many women his age or younger he fucked before. He felt her cunt muscles working, tightening and relaxing, pumping his turgid cock, her hips rocking back and fro, up and down, in little circles and then bigger circles. She was riding him mercilessly, passionately, furiously, with a complete abandon. He saw her huge melon-shaped breasts above him, magnificent, glorious, the most beautiful and the most sexually satisfying pair he ever had a privilege to worship. He kneaded them and rubbed the nipples as she fucked him, and as he did that, she rocked faster, moaning and panting.

Dylan could feel his cock and balls filling with hot spunk again, and she must have felt this too, and responded to the thickening of his prick, the increase in his size filling her up as she threw her head back and screamed loudly, clenching her tight, hot cunt muscles on his fat cock. She was climaxing now, her breasts coming up in a deep blush, her cunt contracting, her juices flowing even more copiously, her hands frantic as she rubbed her nipples and clenched on his cock buried deep in her throbbing cunt.

As her orgasm subsided, she leaned down to give him a quick kiss and he started licking her tits again. She shivered and this shiver and a movement of her hips sent him over the edge, his cock emptying the content of his tight balls into her as he sucked her still engorged nipple.

She collapsed onto him, panting and breathing heavily, as they slowly came to. “Well”, she said eventually, rolling off with a groan onto the dusty, wooden floor. “Well, well, well.”.

He had no energy to say anything.

“My name is Helen, by the way. Why won't you come for dinner? About eight, tomorrow?”