GG's, Like in Maggie Ch. 04

After a few moments of playing with her top, stretching it out, letting her breasts still be slightly obscured as she partially exposed them, she eventually ditched the top altogether, leaving her topless for Andrew's camera. And he was there every step of the way, snapping picture after picture after picture.

Keeping her thong on, she posed in all sorts of ways. Standing, arching her back, making her naked breasts look even larger, standing while both facing the camera and in profile. She kneeled on the sand with her hands behind her head, showcasing her tits for the camera, her eyes blazing with heat. She got on all fours, those big tits hanging down, grazing the sand. Facing away from the camera, the sides of those mammoth udders still visible to her photographer.

She then stepped into the cove and let her breasts soak in the water before rising back up, her big fake tits looking immaculate coated with droplets of clear liquid. Andrew captured a close-up of that perfect moment when a drop of water hung from her nipple, the ultimate oasis that any thirsty man could ever hope for. And at that very same moment, Andrew's throat felt painfully dry.

These were some of the best and sexiest pictures he'd ever taken of her. But there was one thing holding them back from really taking the next step and becoming truly incredible.

That pesky thong.

She realized the same thing, so as she sauntered back onto the beach, her belly and legs covered in water, she reached down and hooked her fingers into her thong, teasing that she was about to pull them down, but before she did, she looked up at him, seeking his approval.

"Take them off," Andrew said simply, too far along in this whole thing to fight back now. "Take off your thong, Maggie." he urged, not letting himself thinking twice about what he was saying, because he knew how wrong he was. He just needed to get the job done, and he couldn't let such hang ups get in the way.

Eyes blazing with lust, Maggie drew out the reveal, toying with the tiny, stretchy garment, teasing the reveal, but not giving in immediately. And through this all, Andrew took picture after picture. The shadow of her bikini on her body when she pulled it away from her crotch arrested the camera's gaze, and he kept snapping away. Finally, glancing up at him, she tugged the small garment down, letting it fall to the sand.

Finally, after months of teasing, Maggie stood completely naked in front of Andrew.

She watched his reaction, and she was happy with what she saw. Andrew's mouth hung open and his eyes went wide as she revealed her naked pussy to the married man. His eyes were glued to her exposed cunt, consuming the small, sexy, dark landing strip and small, plump lips with barely contained lust. It was a perfect looking pussy, and despite himself, his cock was pulsing with delight.

"Do you like it?" Maggie asked the frozen married man. The only part of him moving was his finger, tapping on the camera, taking more pictures...

"Yes..." he admitted, almost without thought, making a ripple of delight course through her naked form. Shaking himself from his reverie, he brought the camera back up to his face, taking more photos. On a few, he zoomed in, getting an up close view of that perfect pussy of hers, her skin golden, the picture decorated by the colorful star tattoos on her waist.

At first, these pictures were relatively tasteful, Maggie standing on the beach, posed like a goddess on the sand. Standing there, naked, in this heavenly locale, and looking as gorgeous and nakedly sexual as she did, she did almost seem otherworldly. No woman should look this fucking good. Posing on the sand, or near the palm trees, and knee deep in the water, or under the waterfall, the water raining on her luscious frame, it was if this place was designed to showcase her perfect nude body. Her big, round, squeezable fake breasts. Her spectacular, bare, mouth-watering ass. She posed in all angles, some showcasing her big tits, some highlighting her naked ass. Even when she wasn't posing for Andrew, like when they were walking down the beach towards the little inlet with the waterfall, Andrew took some pictures of her sauntering in front of him, shaking her ass as she walked, her tanned flesh glowing in the sun, coated with a sheen of water, the sides of her impressive rack visible even from this position. For all the poses she did, this might be one of the best pictures he took all day.

But it was as they settled back onto the beach, the images went from tasteful to pornographic. They went from highlighting her boobs and her butt to highlighting her pussy and her asshole. At first, she lay on the sand, kneeling on one arm with her legs spread, her other hand sliding down her legs, resting it on her pussy. Sliding it across the plump lips, and at one point using her nimble fingers to part her folds, making the married man take pictures of her exposed, pink pussy.

Soon after this, she got on all fours with her back arched, her ass pointed right at the camera, and Andrew couldn't help but note that Maggie's asshole was right front and center, tucked between those perfect ass-cheeks, as they naturally spread thanks to her lewd pose. Eventually, she rested down in the sand on her chest and reached back and peeled her ass-cheeks apart, really showcasing that asshole to his camera. And, as much as you can say it about such things... her asshole looked good. Really, really good. Tight, and clean, and alluring. It certainly caught your attention. Here he was, in this beautiful cove, full of visual splendor, and he was taking pictures of Maggie Hewitt's butthole.

It was this that pulled him out of the reverie he was in. He had been so resistant, even from the point Maggie first asked him to take a small, simple photoshoot. Then, he'd been hesitant to take pictures of her in a skimpier bikini. Now, she had slowly worn him down to the point where he was taking close up shots of her exposed fucking butthole. What the hell?

When he first picked up a camera, he had been more intrigued by taking snapshots of nature and the real world than actual people. All the camera upgrades and self-lessons, all the years of practice had led him to this point, where he was taking pictures of a woman... like this. Seeing every naughty bit of her. Her tits and ass. Her pussy and asshole. And not just any woman, but this crazy, evil, slutty stalker. She had hammered his defenses down to the point where he didn't raise too much of a fuss as she stripped off and exposed her naked pussy and bare asshole to him. After all she did, posing in front of him with spread butt-cheeks seemed almost sane.

"Um," he groaned, letting his camera drop from his face. "I think that's enough, Maggie," he croaked out, with her still on all fours in front of him. He expected her to put up a big fight, but she merely glanced back at him and smiled.

"Okay!" she chirped, raising herself up, acting as if everything was all cool. He was a bit caught off guard by this response. He expected her to bristle and fight back and seek any excuse to keep herself exposed like this for him. To keep this whole charade going. But... she didn't. She was friendly and compliant and respectful of his wishes. Where did this Maggie come from? Why wasn't she making a move on him? He fully expected to have to withstand her hitting on him nonstop, and, other than taking off all her clothes, she'd been well behaved. It wasn't like he was disappointed or anything like that. Just caught off guard by it.

They stood up at the same moment, and as they did, she moved forward. Before he could do anything, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thanks! I really appreciate it! Was wondering how far you'd let me go! Haha..." Andrew simply smiled amiably, suddenly filled with shame with how far he'd gone along. He suddenly wanted to get as far away from her as possible.

Andrew had abruptly realized how easy it was to get in too deep. Part of him, that animal inside him, it wanted to do whatever she wanted him to. He had gone along with everything and gone that far without a second thought. It was that easy to fall victim to her tricks. That juicy body of hers was so fucking appealing that if you didn't watch yourself, she'd have you on your knees.

He'd never make that mistake again.

That being said, they walked right next to each other as they made their way back to their stuff, with her still naked. And as they walked, she tried to maintain a normal, easy chitchat, acting like she wasn't completely naked. And as they moved down the beach, he could not stop himself from checking out her big fake boobs swaying and jiggling with every step she made, nipples dancing in the air. He knew better, he really did, but... God damn, those tits were perfect.

She kept chatting amiably with him as they reached their stuff, and as he began packing away his camera gear, she made no real effort to put any clothes back on. She just stood there, bare-ass naked, talking about her other shoots and how this shoot was so much better than those. He didn't know what to say to her to urge her to get her clothes back on without being impolite. At this point, he should be well beyond such niceties with her, but he couldn't shake that decent streak inside him. Her just tried to focus on his camera stuff, and packing it away carefully, and tried to ignore those perfect boobs jiggling in his peripheral vision. Every few moments, he looked up to let her know he was still listening, and not to, you know, have an easy excuse to glance at her succulent rack again. The most she did was grab her discarded bikini, but she simply let it dangle between her fingers, making zero effort to put it back on. Finally, he just had to speak up.

"Maggie, we should, uh... get going," he said, trying desperately not to stare too long at her bare breasts.

"Oh... okay," she said with a friendly smile. This further confused him. Why wasn't she making a move on him? Why was she was being so well behaved.

Andrew continued packing his gear, and from his periphery he could see her moving around. Happy that she seemed to be going along with his wishes, he didn't look up until he was completely packed up and ready to go. He looked up expectantly, only to find Maggie just standing near her bag, toying with her phone.

And she was still naked.

"Maggie..." he croaked out. "Please... get dressed. We need to go."

"Oh... okay," Maggie said brightly, finishing up with her phone and tossing it back into her bag. Her bikini still dangling from her fingers, she turned to face him. As she did, her heavy breasts swayed lusciously. He couldn't stop staring at them. Those boobs were damn near hypnotic. Maggie noticed his gaze. Feeling her staring at him, he met her eyes. They twinkled with amusement.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Maggie asked, bikini still in her hand.

"What?" he asked.

"Well, if you have your way, this will be the last time you ever see the twins," she noted, glancing down at her breasts. "I'd figure you'd want to stare at them as long as possible. I mean, you can't take your eyes off them."

"Maggie... please," he urged her. She began approaching him slowly.

"I was thinking that, maybe, if this is the last time we do anything like this, that maybe you'd want to touch them. Just this once..." she said softly, biting her lip.

"Maggie, this is NOT a good idea," she said, unable to pull his eyes from those big, naked tits. They swayed and jiggled with every step she made, hard nipples dancing in the humid air.

"C'mon, babe..." she purred, still slowly approaching. "I know how badly you want to. Touch me, Andrew... just this once. You got a taste before, but you didn't get the full experience. Put your hands on my breasts, honey... put those hands on my big fake tits and give them a firm squeeze. You know you want to. They're so soft... and smooth... you won't regret it."

"Maggie..." the married man sighed, still gawking at her chest.

"If you don't feel them, baby, you will always regret it. You will always wonder how good they actually feel. You will always wonder what it would be like to squeeze a pair of tits this large and this soft. It's just a touch, hon... what's so wrong with that?" She purred, her accented voice sensuous, like music to his ears. She came to a stop within arm's reach of him.

He knew deep down this was wrong. He did. But all logic and reason was getting beat down by those fucking perfect fake tits. Even at his most clear-headed, he had regretted not just feeling up Maggie's huge boobs, just once, just to get it out of his mind for good. Just to end his sick obsession and move on with the rest of his life. And being so close to her wasn't helping either. They were right there. Calling to him. Aching to be squeezed. Begging for it...

"It's okay," Maggie said softly, reassuring his addled mind. "I won't tell."

He knew better. He knew this was dangerous. But these fucking perfect boobs had driven him crazy. He knew he shouldn't, but... he had to.

He just had to.

Before he could think twice, he raised his hands upwards slowly, almost without thought. He glanced up at Maggie, and she gave him a small, reassuring nod, guiding him along with a smile. Then, with an almost small, defeated sigh, Andrew reached forward. And finally, after months of teasing and torment, Andrew put his hands on Maggie's massive, fake breasts.

"Oh..." Andrew groaned from deep in his throat as soon as his hands made contact. His open palms pressed against that luscious, soft, warm titty-flesh. His fingers pressed against the pliant flesh gently, the perfect, smooth skin giving in ever so slightly. Her hard, throbbing nipples pressed into his palms.

"Don't be shy, baby..." Maggie urged. "Give 'em a squeeze!" At this, she reached up and brought her palms over his and forcing him to finally give her big fake tits a nice, firm squeeze.

"Oh my God!" Andrew sighed. They felt amazing! So soft... so smooth... so perfect! They felt even better than he fantasized about. The succulent breast flesh filled his palms, pouring through his fingers, the warm skin feeling so perfect to the touch. He only needed help at the start, as once Maggie pulled her hands from his, he just kept squeezing.

Every squeeze felt better than the last. His fingers slid against her tanned flesh, rearranging his grip slightly to feel previously untouched portions of her expansive mountains. He squeezed them more and more firmly, testing her limits, but she gave no indication that there was anything he could do that would make her stop offering her huge tits to him.

He watched those huge, tan, fleshy boobs balloon outward with every firm squeeze. He gripped them again... and again... and again, watching the soft flesh give in to his strong grip. He couldn't get enough! They felt so good! They were just so fucking soft! He'd always heard guys talk about fake boobs and talk about how they felt different from normal boobs. How you could easily tell the difference. But not here. These did not feel like typical fake breasts. They felt all real. These felt as good as huge, natural boobs, perhaps even better, thanks to their fucking massive size and perfect firmness.

Andrew slid his palms against the massive, perky jugs, wanting to feel every square inch of the smooth skin. He felt the outsides of those big boobs, he felt into that deep valley of cleavage. He cupped her mammoth jugs, sliding his palms against the underside of these absolutely perfect fake tits, experiencing their heavy weight. He finally slid his hands back up the sides to her chest, before sliding them down along her breasts, centering his palms on those hard nipples once more, giving those soft tits another healthy squeeze.

Andrew was a man who was good with his hands. He'd spent years working in a shop, around the house, and on his car, so needless to say, his hands were a bit rough.

Hands that rough were meant for tits this soft.

And he had big hands too. Big palms, strong fingers. So, all in all, his hands were a perfect match for Maggie's impressive set of jugs. Only hands like his could even hope to contain Maggie's massive fake tits, but even then, Maggie's rack could never truly be contained.

But Andrew would do his best.

Maggie moaned with pleasure as she finally felt the married man's hands on her tits after waiting for so long. It felt so good to have his hands on her, touching her, feeling her, it sent a shiver down her spine and a jolt through her cunt. What made it even sweeter was the sensation of his wedding ring against her soft breast flesh. It was almost enough to make her lose it.

He just kept toying with her perfect breasts. All rational thought was gone. His entire world was Maggie's perfect breasts. His animal side was going crazy at finally getting his hands on these perfect, hypnotizing jugs. He slid his hand to the sides of her boobs again, allowing him to stare at her exposed nipples, hard, rubbery caps on those perfect mounds of softness, calling out to him. Not thinking twice, he reached forward with his fingers and pinched each of those perfect nipples.

"Mmmm... yes, baby!" Maggie moaned as the married man toyed with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. His focus was completely on her rack, allowing her hands to rise up and reach behind his head, rubbing his scalp lovingly, exerting only the slightest bit of force.

It was all she needed.

He had put up such a fight for so long, but at the moment of truth, he barely even resisted. He was so dazed by Maggie's near hypnotic fake tits that he allowed her to pull his face downward. He watched himself getting drawn towards his destiny, being pulled closer towards Maggie's massive fake boobs. Closer and closer, till his vision was consumed by her big tits. Accepting what was about to happen, Andrew closed his eyes. The next thing he felt was that perfect pillowy softness pressed against his face.

"That's it, baby, doesn't that feel good?" Maggie moaned out as she clutched his head against her massive udders. In his daze, the married man simply took it, scrubbing his face against those big, warm, fleshy tits. She held him in place as she slid her huge breasts against his handsome face, something she'd been dreaming about since that first fateful meeting. He was so handsome he deserved to have massive soft breasts pressed against his face on a near constant basis.

Andrew was smothered in softness. All his worries were being stifled by the amazing feeling of his face against those perfect, soft, succulent jugs. The lush softness of her ripe melons slid against every inch of his handsome features, momentarily erasing any doubts he had. It didn't matter that he had a wife that he loved dearly. His face was pressed against a pair of massive, GG-cup tits. That's all that mattered. When his chin stuck between her firm melons, his nose lodged in her cleavage, there was no place he'd rather be. It felt like home. Smothered on both sides by the immaculate softness of her perfect breasts, his nose taking in the primal feminine scent nestled deep in her cleavage, he had never been more turned on.

"C'mon, Andrew... take my nipple in that hot mouth of yours." she seethed out, panting, she was so turned on. She allowed him enough slack to pull his face from her jutting rack for just a moment. Using his hands, he cupped each of her tits, pointing those throbbing nipples outwards. Not even hesitating, he leapt forward, his open mouth attacking one of those hard nipples. "AHHHHH! YES!" Maggie moaned out.

Andrew sealed his mouth around Maggie's nipple, flicking the hard nub, circling her nipple, coating it all with his warm spit. He pressed his mouth into her chest, taking as much nipple into his mouth as possible, all the while squeezing her enormous melons with those big married hands. Andrew had literally just vowed to himself that he would never fall victim to her wiles again. And now, mere minutes later, he was sucking her big tits.