Single Mum Big Boob Fun

Dear Diary…

I had to go to a birthday party this afternoon, at a local children’s indoor playcentre.  It was Mike’s little boys birthday, he was 8 today.  I was there to give Mike a hand with everything, although i the end I was little more than a spare part.

We were there for about half an hour before other parents started to bring in their children.  Their were meant to be about 15 kids, but only 11 turned up, however a few of them had younger or older brothers and sisters, so we ended up with 17 kids at the party.  Horrible, screaming, bouncing, jumping, thumping, kicking, violent, crying children.  It was horrible.

A couple of the parents decided to hang around rather than just drop their kids and leave…I guess they had nothing else to do.  Anyway, one of them, a young woman in her mid 20’s who’d brought along a small boy of around 5 years old, noticed I was uncomfortable.  She’d stood along the outside wall, trying to blend in.  I was doing the same on the opposite wall.  Anyway, we got to talking.

Turns out that her boyfriend left her just before her kid was born, and shacked up with another woman.  That was a few years ago and she’d not been in a serious relationship ever since.  After a while, we went out of the party room and sat down in the restaurant area for a coffee (and some peace and quiet).

As she sat opposite me I could take in properly how hot she was.  Piercing blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, long and tied back in a pony tail which fell to around the middle of her back.  She wore some hippy, new-age blouse type thing, off-white and a little see-through, under which she wore a dark, possibly black bra which encased two very large boobs.  Her cleavage was revealed by the plunging neckline and open buttons of her blouse.

Those tits were pretty amazing, so much so that I found it difficult to sit opposite her at the small round table and concentrate on what she was talking to me about.  I think she noticed this, because she cleared her throat in an insistent, look at my face, not my tits, kind of way.

Embarrassed, I apologised and told her I was somewhere else for a moment there.  She said it was ok, everyone stares at my tits, and then laughed it off.

Anyway, the party ended while we were sat, and she collected her little boy and went home, saying that it was nice to meet me, and next time she wear something a little less revealing so that I could concentrate a bit better on her words!  She smiled a cheeky smile and left.

I walked home, about 2 miles.  It was raining a little, so I looked for somewhere to shelter, but there was nowhere.  I came across a field, in which was a small outcrop of trees, so I ran for them and sheltered there for a bit.

I thought of the young woman at the party, what was her name?  Katie I think she said.  She was a skinny girl, with pouting lips, big tits and long legs.  Almost your stereotypical beauty queen if it were not for the fact that she was a young mum.

I thought more of her boobs under her revealing hippy-blouse, and imagine her without the bra.  I thought of her big nipples, and the fabric coursing over them as her tits wobbled left to right, up and down, her nipples getting hard as the friction aroused them.

Suddenly she stood in front of me, no kid in toe, and released her massive jugs from her blouse, unbuttoning it and pulling it aside.  She said everyone stares at my tits and grabbed my hand, pulling up to cup a fleshy mound.  She shoved her own hand down the front of her cotton trousers and moaned, her other hand undone my belt and pulled the button of my jeans, then unzipped my fly.  My jeans fell to my ankles as I reached another hand up to give her other tit a squeeze while she reached into my shorts to pull out my cock.

she told me straight, I want your cum, its been so long since I last felt hot cum on my tits.  She started jacking me off, twisting her hand a little as she moved up and down my shaft.  She gave the end of my dick the occasional lick and suck as she dropped to her knees.

I watched her as she went to it, like a thing possessed she wanted nothing more than my cum on her breasts.  I leaned against a tree and let her work.  She used one hand on my cock, the other alternated between each tit and nipple, sometimes dipping in and out of her trousers for a quick frig of her clit.

She was like a pro, she made me shoot my load within just a few minutes, my jizz splashed her big boobs, her neck and chin, then ran down between her cleavage and down on to her flat stomach.

She said, …that’s not enough, I want more… Katie then took my whole cock deep into her mouth and fucked me with her face, all the while massaging my cum into her skin.  She looked so hot, and dirty doing this that my cock quickly regained it’s strength.

As soon as she felt my dick hard become hard again she resumed her actions from before, up down, twisting, licking sucking, all the while rubbing my semen into her skin, over her tits, her face and hair.  It was almost as if she needed the cum to survive!!!

I watched as the dirty bitch with big tits did all this, and shot another load over her, this mostly landing on her face and hair, she yelped with glee and sucked my dick some more, until it hung flaccid in her mouth.  She licked my dick clean, then sucked my balls for good measure.

Then she was gone.

I pulled the handy packet of Kleenex from my inside jacket pocket, cleaned my hands up and carried on walking home.

I bumped in to Katie again on my way home, in a shop.  She said Hi then sorry, I got my jacket zipped up and chuckled as she left the shop.  I laughed and then went home.

Katie was pretty fine looking, but not really my type.  Sure, she had big tits, but I like a little more weight on my women.  Good job I have the wife for the real thing!

The Letting Agent & The Train Station

Dear Diary

I had to travel on the train today, to go out and pay my rent.  Since being made redundant making ends meet has been a struggle, and despite my best efforts I could only pay a small contribution, and promised the rest would come soon.

The woman at the letting office has big, fuzzy dark brown hair, a slim build and small tits.  She’s nothing special to look at, her face is too masculine to be attractive, but that seems to mostly come from age, rather than being a fucking tranny.

However, as she raised from her comfortable office chair and moved to another desk to retrieve the receipt book, I could not help but notice (actually, I made a point to look) that she had a wonderfully tight ass, housed within smart, dark blue suit trousers.  As she bent over to reach the other side of the desk where the book was, I saw how her butt cheeks tightened and felt a twitching in my cock.  I knew then that would be the sight I saw in my minds eye as I had a good wank later in the day.

I got back to the train station and looked at the monitor displaying the train times and felt annoyance when I read that the next train would not come along for nearly an hour, and found a seat to park my ass upon while I waited in the freezing cold.

My mind started creeping back to that bitch’s tight ass and once again my cock began to twitch between my legs.  I looked around and saw there was only a woman, a skinny thing, about 20 years old and ugly as an old boot, probably a druggy, sitting across the way from me on the other platform, obscured almost completely from view by a partition wall to her left, preventing her from seeing me clearly.  Other than her, nobody was around.  My dick started coming more to life, getting harder in my trousers despite the cold air.

I looked around again, no camera’s.  Good.  If I were to knock one off there and then, I wouldn’t want to be caught on film doing it! Lord only knows what kind of trouble that would bring, especially since I was only a few miles from home.  The station was quiet.  No trains were due for at least twenty minutes.  Plenty of time.

Unzipping my fly I could already feel the heat from my semi erect cock, even before it was out of my boxers.  I reached a frozen hand inside and enjoyed the cold touch, the sensation dulled my erection a little at first, but the stimulation grew shortly afterwards.  I pulled my cock out through my fly and slowly began to stroke up and down.  The thrill of doing this in public making my hard-on harder, I started undressing that skinny letting agents ass my my head.

Thinking about her bent over that desk, still dressed in her well fitted, figure hugging blue suit, with her fuzzy hair falling over her shoulders, and her trousers around her ankles made me rock solid.  I began imagining her panties; they were dark purple and lacy, half covering each perfectly formed ass cheek and showing an even darker spot low down between her legs, caused by the dampening of her sweet, trimmed pussy.

She reached around, grabbing her panties and pulled them aside, sliding an exploratory finger over her asshole, and left her panties in this exposing position while placing her hands back over the desk.

The station P.A. system made me jump as I continued to hold my dick in my hand.  It announced some crap about this being a non-smoking station – a seemingly automatic message which repeated itself every 10 minutes or so.  I continued to tug on my dick, I could feel the blood getting hotter with and knew that it would be long before I spilled my load.

I started jerking faster, thinking of the letting agent pulling her ass cheeks apart, puckering her tight little ass hole for me to see, never looking over her should at me.  In my head I could see myself shooting hot, creamy semen over that puckered hole, watching it run down over her pussy and then I cock twitched one last time before shooting streams of sticky cum over my hand, onto the station platform floor in front of the bench I sat on.

I tucked my penis away and scraped my shoe over the cum on the floor, to hide the fact that it was what it was.  The letting agent and her depraved behaviour was out of my mind now and I concentrated on composing myself.  My breathing was rougher than before, my head a little clammy in the cold air and my hand covered in my sticky mess.  I pulled a tissue from my back pack and wiped my hands.  I then went to the station toilet to clean up properly.

I left the toilets, and made my way to the other end of the platform, sitting directly opposite the druggy woman who still sat on the other platform.  Soon, I thought to myself, my train will arrive.

It was quite a thrill tossing off in such a public place, I must do it again.