The Big Titted Beauty (PM interest)

The Big Titted Beauty (Closed)

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Adriana Kennedy
Age: 18
Height: 5' 8"
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Cup size: 38J
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As the limousine drove through the seemingly endless road, I kept my eyes to the window, gazing out at the now soaked roadbed. I'm not sure, but I've always liked the rain. It just seems so...calm, if that's the right word. At times, when I felt just too stressed (and luck would have it that the weather would be as it is now) I could close my eyes and just fade away into the sound of every single drip of water falling down from the heavens. That is simply pure bliss. Of course, these were the kind of thoughts that I kept to myself. I didn't want anyone to think that I was crazy.

Notwithstanding, I did have one other nickname...a lewd alias if there ever was one - behind my back, men (and sometimes even other women) would refer to me as the 'Big Titted Beauty'. I'm sure that you can imagine why people would call me this, but I'll humor you; from about 15 years old, I've began to develop in ways that put most women to shame. Due to my swimming exercises, I've sculptured myself into a fit physique - namely a slim and toned body. Then, due to genetics, my chest began to fill up my bra despite the strain that it'd bring to my poor back. My breasts, at least to me, seemed disproportionate to the rest of my body. Of course, most men didn't seem to mind that chest was bigger than my head.

Anyway, this last year has been a bit stressful - now high school seniors, my friends and I found ourselves getting ready for college. I wasn't sure of which one I'd go to, but I was damn sure that I'd get myself into a top Ivy League school. I'd be lying to you if I said that this was the only stress that was getting to me - I'm not sure if it's because I was fully blossomed, or because it was senior year, or a combination of both but guys have been a bit frantic in their pursuit of me. On plenty occasions, guys would pull any excuse to have physical contact with me and in one instance, someone tried to cop a feel. Of course, I never went along with this and could defend myself. I had one strict rule - I would never get involved with a man until I was completely done with my education.

Okay, so maybe this rule wasn't only my own but also a guideline from my mom and dad. You see, while my folks were investors who traveled around the world, you couldn't tell them apart from the overly religious fanatics from Kansas. They were devout Mormons who were venomously against the idea of me being in any sort of intimate relationship. Forget kissing - they would scold me even if I hugged a man. Between you and me, this was probably one of the reasons why I was so keen on getting a high education and a damn good job - so I could get away from this.

And so my thoughts were abruptly pushed aside as the vehicle stooped.

"Here we are miss Kennedy." the chauffeur said. I nodded and thanked him, coming out the car and into my house. It was incredibly large, with features that essentially spell out "A billionaire lives here". My parents were fortunate enough to have more money than to do with.

I made my way into the third floor and from there, my room. I took off my school girl uniform and after a nice warm shower, dressed up in a comfortable tank top and a pair of jeans. I was right about to open a book and read when I suddenly received a text message. I sighed in defeat, right before whipping my phone out and observed the text message that came from my dear friend Charlene;

"Hey Adrianna - party hosted by Ryan at 9. Be there"​

"Well there goes the rest of my evening" I thought to myself. Sure, I didn't want to show up but there was no arguing with Charlene, ever. Besides, with the end of high school coming up, I felt a little guilty missing this huge party (Ryan's folks were even richer than mine and any party he'd host would outdo even the most crazy MTV reality show)

Thank the lord that my parents weren't home and that they were away for a week. I texted Charlene back and made my way downstairs, with my purse in hand and wearing a pair of three inch heels. I took the town car and quickly found myself at the gates of Ryan's place. Despite having known about this party for a grand total of fifteen minutes, the place was packed.

I wandered off inside and cursed myself for not wearing a more supportive bra while I had the change. It seemed to me that with every step, my large breasts bounced and weighed me down...not to mention attracted all sorts of unwanted attention. Wandering off, I cursed myself for not wearing a more supportive bra. I looked for Charlene, but it seemed impossible underneath this sea of people.

I thought about going home but little did I know, the craziest night of my life was about to begin.

OOC: CLOSED!:

It was a typical Friday in late November, class let out, the sky opened up letting the damnable rain fall incessantly, and I got a text from my folks that they were flying out of town to head to the house in Texas for the weekend. I already knew that the weekend would likely stretch out into the middle of next week.

Fuck 'em. The more they are gone the more I can relax and enjoy my senior year of high school. Sowing my wild oats as Dad put it. I was surprised at the beginning of the year at how lax they turned after Labor Day. It was like all the rules were suspended as long as I kept my grades up, and the cops from calling.

So I did my best to keep those two in mind in all of the adventures since I turned 18 a few weeks ago. With that in mind I decided to throw a party instead of going out. Cops won't come if they aren't called, and if we all stay in the house, which had every conceivable convenience that any teenager could imagine. Maybe a small one this time, thirty or so of my favorites. Mom and Dad didn't care about the last party, they merely complained about all of the booze we drank, and money wasn't the issue so much as they were worried about the over indulgences.

I shot off two texts, one to Mike and one to Charlene, giving them both directions to not invite more than three people and those three could not invite more than three people. Hopefully that would keep the headcount down low enough that the house staff would be okay, or at least silent until my folks got back.

After driving home after school I worked out, went for a run, then showered in preparation. By 8:30 I had eaten and was working on my first drink. By 9:30 everyone was pretty much in the house, and I was standing at the windows in the ball room looking out on the drive while chatting and saw a girl who was walking toward the house.

To say she was mesmerizing would not do justice to her. Each step and her massive tits rolled up and down with their weight. Normally I would scoff at any girl, woman, I saw with tits that big, thinking they were store bought, but these clearly were not. Her nipples were pressing through her shirt making me wonder if she were wearing a bra, and my breath quickened at the thought of finding out.

As she made it into the light I realized it was Adriana, Charlene's friend. She had come to a party or two in the past, but I hadn't ever noticed that she was so... Massive. In the breast department that is. The rest of her was quite trim, making her tits almost a caricature of breasts.

I pondered a moment on how to liven the party up, and Mike came up and asked, "What's on your mind?"

I grinned, "Time to heat the party up, thoughts?"

Mike grinned like a lecherous old man, "Togas?"

I barked out a laugh, and replied, "Hell yeah. Here is a couple hundred go get white sheets; twin sized."

He grabbed the money and said, "Be right back."

I drank another drink while waiting and when Mike came back, I took a fork and clinked on my glass getting everyone's attention. "Okay ladies and gentlemen, Mike has come up with a theme for tonight's soirée on the fly."

I pointed over toward him, standing near the doorway to the ball room, and said, "He has the necessary items for you, for tonight is a toga party. Go change!"

Some of the looks I got when I announced the toga party made me laugh; almost. As it was, everyone trailed out of the ballroom for various destinations to change. I don't think anyone left, but most importantly Charlene and her friend trundled off to change; so, things were looking up.

I took my sheet to my room where I stripped and tossed it over my shoulder. I took a golden cord from one of the drapes and wrapped it around my waist tying the two flaps down somewhat. I looked at myself in the mirror before I left. Not bad, but not great.

I went downstairs and took all of the glasses that had hard liquor in them and put them in a sink, and closed up the bar except for wines. With a smirk on my face, I poured a glass of sangria for myself and watched as everyone else filed into the room one by one.

I began mingling chatting with folks and working the room. Dad always said a good host spends no more than five minutes with any guest until he or she had gotten through everyone. Then and only then were longer conversations allowed.

I spotted Charlene and Adriana chatting and meandered my way over. I grabbed a couple glasses of wine and handed them over to the two beauties and said, "Hello ladies, I trust the change of theme was..." I looked at Adriana and asked, "Are you cheating?"

I looked at Charlene and back at Adriana. I could easily see Charlene's nipples through the thin white bed sheet she was wearing. I wrinkled up my face and shook my head.

I turned left and opened my sheet up to the belt showing a big chuck of my ass cheek and replied, "I don't think so. I would be she is the only one wearing undies, and let's face it, a bra is hardly historically correct."

I turned and looked out over the crowd, "Tell you what, if you can find one other person out there with a bra on, you can keep it. If not, it should go. I promise nothing will happen to you here. If it does, I will make it right."

I saw what looked like doubt and fear cross her face, "Tell you what, stay by my side, then I guarantee no one will say anything to you."

I had to laugh, as Charlene was negotiating for Adriana. I looked at Adriana, "You are certainly naughty if you have both on."


I thought about it a moment and ultimately said, "I choose which one she keeps on. And I get five minutes petting that area with hand or mouth later in the night."



A smile crept across my face as I waited for their answer.

I could not believe my fucking luck. She said yes!?!

I stepped up to her and cupped her chin and tilted her head until I could look into her eyes. I was torn, which to take, and ultimately defining which I got to play with at the end of the night.

I nodded my head and ran my hands down her arms lightly. A charge flowed up my arms and toward my crotch and it took everything I had not to spring a woody right then and there. I got down to her fingertips and let go reluctantly.

I leaned over, my lips grazing her earlobes and whispered, "I am taking your panties."

Taking her hand I brought her around the corner where most people could not see us, and I reached in the folds of the toga and pulled her bright pink panties down as I knelt and held a hand out. As I waited for her to step out of them, I thought about being that close to her sex, and wondered who, if anyone, had been this close. I looked up at her face which was mostly obscured by the gigantic shelf of a chest that she had. Just for a moment I wondered what the view would be like if she were naked, and felt a small stirring between my legs.

I had to kill that before it bloomed into something that would be too embarrassing for her. I was pretty sure that she would run like a rabbit if I did get a full blown hard on.

Once she stepped out of her panties, I tucked the panties into by toga, resting them on my stomach and belt.

"Shall we," I asked as I held my arm out to her.