Tit Fun Tara

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction involving consensual sex between characters at least eighteen years of age.

"Come on, Tara. Show us a little something." Jerry Laine was still hounding Tara Linbrooke, almost whining at her, had been all night long. "Just a flash." He was being friendly, at least trying to be, but he also wasn't letting up. In fact, as the night had gone on and everyone had grown more inebriated, his advances had become more persistent. "Come on, girl. I wanna see them things."

Tara wasn't the cutest girl at school. Her nose was broad and a little piggish. Her lips were full and her teeth were a bit oversized. Her dirty blonde hair was simple and straight, and sometimes appeared unwashed. She was a little pudgy but she had great tits, and she always wore shirts that showed them off. She wasn't the typical kind of girl a guy like Jerry would normally pursue, but she was about the only single girl that night. And let's face it, young horny guys, buzzing from cheap beer and hormones, will fuck anything with a heartbeat.

"Girl got them big-old, cornfed titties," Jerry added, talking to the room, or talking to Tara, or simply talking to himself. He was on the football team, the most outspoken of the bunch. He was big and dumb and ugly, but charming enough and aggressive enough that he was always getting with the hottest girls, girls like Sandra Rhue and Molly Malone. Of course, they weren't at this party. This party was a little different than the parties those girls went to. For starters, I was there.

I was more of a stoner back in those days, never found myself invited to a jock party unless it was a bunch of dudes who were just sitting around and wanted to smoke my dope, maybe trade me a few cans of warm beer. This was basically one of those, except for Tara. I'm pretty sure it was Darren McKenna who she arrived with, but she got around in those days. Really it could have been any of us who brought her on any given night.

Jerry continued. He made a quick motion of pulling up his shirt, motioning for her to do the same. "Just a peek," he said. "You can leave the bra on."

Tara was smiling, enjoying the attention. We'd been partying for a few hours and she'd been reluctantly encouraging him for thirty minutes or so. She gathered the bottom of her t-shirt in her hands. "Ok." Before any of us could turn to see, it was basically over. I saw a flash of black bra on pale skin and her shirt was down. She blushed, but barely.

A collective cry arose from a half dozen jocks and me. "Booh," Mark Laterneau shouted. "That was nothing."

Chris Jacobs and Andy Hughes threw their hands in the air.

Landon Spear hissed, "You tease," with a smile on his broad, bright face. Now the attention of the entire room was on our corner of it and Tara was blushing for real.

Jerry shook his head. "Gotta do better than that." He'd moved closer to her. Quite a few of them had. "It ain't like we all haven't seen them before." That was an exaggeration, but I looked around and saw a lot of guys who had fucked her, or at least claimed to have.

She paused, taking note of all the eager faces. She started to pull the shirt back up and paused again. I could see the pale curve of her belly, pushing ever so slightly over her jeans.

Jerry didn't wait any longer. He reached out and grabbed the shirt, pulled it up without any further ceremony. "Do it already," he said. She was struggling against him but she was laughing, and he managed to expose one of her bra-clad breasts for long enough for all of us to get our fill. "That's what I'm talking about," he said, much to everyone's delight

Her whole midsection was exposed, supple and soft and glowing. Her breast hung proudly in the bra, which I now saw was not black but purple, a kind of silken material that shimmered under the lights. A couple guys whistled. Most of us just breathed harder and moved closer, gently nudging into each other for a better view. It seemed like she looked everyone in the eye, but I doubt it. It seemed like she looked me in the eye, and I doubt that too.

And after a few long seconds, she pulled her shirt out of his grasp and he let her. "Aw, we just wanna see," Jerry said. "You got such great tits."

"Hey, how about she takes off just the bra," Andy said. "So we can see them under the shirt."

All the guys would have called that more than a fair compromise. The thought of her bare breasts tight to the fabric sent a shiver through my groin. Everyone seemed to perk up, but that only goes to show what a ridiculous idea it was. I was sure she wouldn't agree, would probably kill the fun and games right there. I mean, I think all of us knew what would happen if she started taking off clothes. That was an invitation.

Yet then she said, "Okay," all perky and pleased. "I don't care about that." She finished her drink and proceeded to remove her bra, one arm at a time, while keeping her shirt on. As tight as the shirt was, the extraction wasn't easy. She smiled. She set the bra down next to her on the couch, gave a purposeful little stretch while she did it. I wanted to bum rush her, bang her silly for about twenty seconds, rip that shirt off and suck her titties.

"Who wants to get me a drink?" She'd been drinking vodka and punch or some shit, and as the night carried on it was becoming more vodka than punch. JJ Sanders, one of the lineman on the football team, lumbered over to the kitchen to fulfill her request. The rest of us, Tara included, waited for the next move. Turns out it was Jerry, of course, and it didn't take long.

"Pull em tight," he was saying. He'd moved in close and was still making efforts with her shirt, now pulling it tight to her, squeezing her curves beneath the fabric.

She put her arms up above her head, pushing her breasts to their fullest. A few of us gasped. "Is that hot?" she asked.

Jerry was still yanking on her shirt with one hand, and the other one now snaked around her middle. He spoke in her ear, but it was loud enough for all of us to hear. "Lemme suck them things."

Tara blushed just a little bit. "What?" It seemed as if she also recoiled slightly, but she still allowed him to place a hand on her fat right tit and squeeze. Her legs squirmed and I could hear the stretched denim rubbing together between her thighs. Her eyes were closed and her lips were open just enough that she could lick them. He pulled her shirt up to her neck line; he went back to pawing her now bare right breast, squeezing the pale glow of her ample flesh between his fingers. Her nipples were light pink and about the size of a quarter, and we all watched him toy that nipple to hardness in no time at all, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, kneading, massaging. And as he did it, he lowered his face to her left breast and began to suck it, just like he said.

"Awhaha, yeah buddy!" Landon shouted.

Mark and I both said, "Holy shit," at just about the same time.

JJ came running back in with her drink, flushed and a little out of breath. "What?" he said. "What's going on?" Then he saw and shouted. "Oh, fucking A." He held out the drink. "Here you go honey."

She leaned forward and her boob slipped from Jerry's mouth, though he stayed at her with his hand. As JJ handed her the glass, his own hand fell to her vacant, heaving left breast, still crowned with a shine of Jerry's saliva. She took a long drink from her cup and leaned back. The two football players, one fat and the other muscular, began an aggressive rubdown of Tara's body, and it wasn't long before one of them unsnapped the top of her pants. "Wait, wait, wait," she said. She surveyed the scene, a half dozen of us watching the two already going to town. "I can't do this."

"What are you talking about?" Jerry said. "You're already doing it. Take a drink."

In fact she did take a drink, but she shook her head afterward and said, "No, really." She looked at the group again, all of us silent, all of us attacking her with our eyes. "This is crazy." She started to pull her shirt back down. JJ let go of the boob he was cradling but Jerry did not.

"Stop," he said. "Stop. It's cool." His fingers pushed into the stark white curves of her midsection. He slipped his hand under her shirt and pushed it up in the process, again exposing her. "Let us just play with you for a while then." He started massaging both breasts now, with both hands.

"Hey, hey," JJ cried out, elbowing his way back in and shoving one of Jerry's hands away with one of his own. "Let me get back in here." By now, I detected Tara getting nervous, something in her eyes. They'd always been big, but now they were wide, and the movement of her pupils was picking up speed. There was something else, something I couldn't put my finger on, the sense that she was preparing to back out altogether and leave us there, a room full of unfortunate hard-ons. JJ might have sensed it too, because he added, "We won't do nothing. Just touch."

Darren stepped forward. "Lemme get in on this, you guys." He was just a baseball player, but he was both loud and good looking, and so he was popular. "I brought her. I should get firsts," he said, reaching in with a hand, aggressive. He grabbed at her tits, squeezed one then the other. With his other hand he sort of blocked out Jerry and JJ, who seemed disinclined to yield any ground. Both of them gave Darren little shoves, not enough to throw him off his course. As he rubbed her down, he stripped off his shirt and then others began to do the same.

Tara moaned, eyes still closed. Her arms were a little bit behind her and she was propped on both elbows. Her back was arched ever so slightly and her tits were at their fullest, hanging and perky all at once, heaving under the onslaught of four, five and sometimes six hands.

"Let's have her dance," Andy said. Andy was on the basketball team, the tallest one of us. He wasn't obnoxious, like Jerry, but rumor was he scored just as much, with girls who were equally hot or hotter, girls from other schools, college girls even.

"Fuck you," Jerry said, teasing her now semi stiff nipples and deeply massaging the flesh of her tits. "I'm not giving this up."

"Yeah, man. Get in line," JJ added, jostling with the other two for better position.

Darren was stroking her midsection and squeezing the bit of chub at her sides and belly both.

She moaned again and finally opened her eyes. "I don't want to dance." She shook her head, took another drink and nearly drained the cup. "Just play with me." Jerry responded by bending back down into her and once again sucking her right breast and licking the nipple. She cried out. "Oh, ohhhh god." Her hips were gyrating and her legs were once again rubbing together. Her jeans were still unbuttoned but for the time being everyone was focused on her upper half.

It wasn't long before the first dicks appeared. Darren was first but followed quickly by Mark and JJ. "Settle down fellas," Jerry said. "You heard the lady." Meanwhile he was still tugging and stroking her breasts. "Let's not scare her off."

Tara finished her drink. "I don't care," she said. "I mean, you guys can jerk off. And you can rub my boobs." She let out a brief and momentum shifting chuckle. "But my pants are staying on." She leaned back, allowing access to her tits, occasionally reaching up and kneading them herself.

"Shit," Mark said. "Are you gonna give us all blowjobs?"

She shook her head and her tits shook with the motion. "I don't think so," she muttered. "I don't want a reputation." She blushed and some of us laughed, because she already had a reputation. There was already talk around school that a night out with her was an automatic lay. Of course, we also knew sucking off an entire party of guys would be an entirely different type of reputation.

It suddenly seemed like everyone was in on it but me. Suddenly all the other guys were stripping to their underwear. I took my shirt off and I started working on my shoes and pants. Watching Tara get her rubdown had made me hard, of course, but I was nervous about jerking off around all those other guys, some of whom I barely knew. Everything was happening a little too fast. I was excited and I was scared and I had a lump in my throat which made me temporarily nauseous. And yet I was prepared to do anything the others did. There was no way I was backing out now.

Maybe it was the sports, the locker rooms, all the showering together, but everyone seemed really comfortable jerking off around each other. Nobody was fully naked yet, but a lot of cocks were out, a lot of hands doing work. For a moment, there was no action on Tara. She didn't know what to do with herself. It was a little uncomfortable, and I was glad when Jerry and JJ and Darren all moved in on her at the same time. Landon was right there, too, and he was the first to take his pants completely off. He stood there naked but for his socks, hard as a rock, heavy all over, every bit the dim-witted farm boy.

Darren pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her tits. She leaned back and allowed him. More cocks emerged. Still, she made no attempt to touch the guys in any way. Jerry was pulling on one of her boobs and stroking himself with a deliberate rhythm. I hadn't even really thought about it, but my own cock was in my hand, and I had picked up the rhythm as well. The room was hot. The air was electric.

The first hands began to flirt with the top of her jeans, and it was Mark, from out of nowhere, who slid his hand in there first. It wasn't much, not enough to reach her pussy, but it was enough for a tickle, and it was enough to pull her jeans down a little further. JJ put his hands on her hips, tugged at the tight denim a little more. "Damn," he cried out.

Darren took control of her tits and began to rub his cock between them, squeezing them together, jerking their mass slowly over his erection, groaning, grinning. "Holy fuck," he mumbled. "Your tits are so fucking soft."

Jerry took up position on one side of her head and JJ took the other, both of them with their cocks in their hands, inches from her face. Jerry touched the end of his to her lips, and she shied away. Her right hand came up and grasped him even as her head continued to recoil. He laughed and JJ laughed and most of the rest of us laughed too.

Her jeans were down almost to her crotch, the tight fabric cutting into her hips, her lower belly, accentuating her curves. Mark gave another little tug and I saw briefly the pale swell of her fupa stretching the top lip of her panties. She twisted awkwardly and her hand shot from Jerry's cock to the belt line of her jeans. She took both pants and underwear quickly in a clenched fist and jerked them up, covering herself only a bit further. Darren was thrown off a little bit but continued a slow, steady grind on her enormous boobs.

"Wait." She was pushing against him. JJ stepped to her and she briefly grasped his cock with her left hand, just enough to push him away too. "Wait," she said again. "I'm keeping my pants on."

Jerry once again pushed his cock into her face and, with her hand otherwise occupied momentarily, once again he could touch it to her lips. And once again she recoiled, and this time grimaced, sneered, even scowled. She still had a firm grip on JJ's cock with her left hand, and she took hold of Jerry's with the right. "None of that," she said. She looked around at most of us. The room's attention was now solely on her. She slowly rubbed both hard dicks. "I'm not doing anything more than this." The way she said it, the curl of her brow and the twist in her lips, she was clearly serious. It was going to be hands or it was going to be nothing at all.

Darren had been kneading her breasts. "And you can play with my tits and stuff," Tara said, not just to him but to all of us. Once again he wrapped her jugs around his erection and stroked and squeezed, and squeezed and stroked. It was hard to tell if she was into it or she was still just a little bit freaked out. She hadn't leaned back yet into the more natural position she'd had earlier. Darren was having a more awkward time, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Come on. Just kiss it," Jerry said. "Just a little peck. You know you want to."

She shook her head. "No. Stop it." Darren didn't pause, in fact his motions intensified. Each of his steady thrusts shook her and shook the bed. Her legs were active, writhing, but her jeans were up a respectable level, stretched again across her hips. "I'm not blowing twenty guys."

Before she could even quite finish, Landon burst through the group closest to her, the group of JJ and Mark and Darren. He was still the only one of us fully naked. He had his dick in his hand, hard as any other, jerking furiously. His cheeks and chest were blotchy red, and he was panting. It took only a second or two, as soon as he arrived in a proper position, before Tara even knew he was there. He groaned, he gritted his teeth, he laughed and he threw back his head. She never had time to react.

His first shot of cum hit her right on the side of the nose and splashed on to her cheek. His next shot, still faster than she could really react, hit the side of her face. His third and final major shot, as she was cringing and wiping away the first two, hit her on the chin and dribbled into the folds of the shirt that she still had bunched up there.

Everyone went wild. We hooted. We hollered. We laughed. Cries of "Give it to her," "Yeah, buddy," and "Oh shit," were heard. Landon gave a couple high fives as he conceded position to other, fresher dicks. Mark was trying to get in on her tit action, and so was Chris, despite the continued efforts of Darren, who picked up an almost violent rhythm, shaking those boobs for all they were worth.

None of the rest of us did anything after the initial uproar. She was no longer jerking the cocks in her hands, but they were still there. Jerry was laughing and she eventually let go of him. Andy Hughes moved in to a position near her and that was all the movement. She muttered, "Jesus Christ," as she continued to wipe the thickest globs from her face. "Can I get a towel or something?"

"You better hold off on that," Darren cried out. He let go of her tits and they splayed out to either side, the space between them rubbed to a high pink. He stroked once and twice and then he was releasing a massive load all over her tits and neck. Somebody, I think Andy, shouted, "Pearl necklace!" She said "Woah," but she didn't say anything more. Darren came so much some of it trickled between her tits and plopped to her stomach when she sat up. After that she did get a towel and wipe herself off, as she did for most of the rest of the night.

She never fucked and she never sucked, but everyone got off, seventeen in all. Most of us tit banged her, because she had such glorious tits and, in my case at least, had never done anything like that before. There were maybe six or eight of the guys who came in her hands initially, and most of them took seconds with her tits. Landon, in fact, came three times, two rabid titfucks and his initial shots to her head. When the first couple loads didn't do much for lubrication, someone added olive oil and we used that intermittently for the rest of the night.

When my turn finally came everyone was getting a little worn out, least of all Tara. Ten or twelve had gone before me and a couple of them had been pretty rough. She had smiled through the whole thing, talked to us when we talked to her. The room stunk of oil and sweat and semen.

By the time I took my place I could see the traces of fatigue on her face. Her forehead was creased, glistening with perspiration and so many loads. Her eyes were closed more often than not and she was breathing heavy. Her hair had spots of cum in it and her shirt, bunched around her neck all this time and serving as a catch-all, was pretty well soaked through. Her cheeks were blotchy red, as were various areas of her body that had been rubbed raw.

I'd never done anything like that before, never even considered it. Truth be told, I hadn't had a lot of experience at the time. I wondered if this was a regular thing among the jocks. They seemed so comfortable. They seemed so cool. It was almost like they were treating the whole thing like it was no big deal. And although it never reached further levels that night, I could tell quite a few of them expected more.

I came quickly, as much out of nerves as out of excitement. Her boobs were so soft, so warm, so inviting. They fully enveloped my hardness, as they had everybody's. My load wasn't the biggest or the most obnoxious of the night. Most of it released into Tara's cleavage, but as I finished and pulled myself away, a lot of it ran onto her neck and collected in her shirt with so many others. She sighed and she smiled and she toweled off, preparing herself for more. I buttoned up my pants and I grabbed my shirt. She was shining from cum and oil and the ends of her hair were soaked through. There were a couple noticeable greasy stripes on the couch, and as I looked closer I noticed some cum there two. I even watched a large spot of cum drip off of her and land on one of the cushions as Tyler Newton stepped up and took my place, jostling her in the process. Rick Lavigne moved into a spot behind him. Others were watching. Others were waiting their turn.