The Titjob Queen
A Fictional Story by Mythos93.
It started simply. The girls won at the dance battle on the Monday, though the boys were hardly trying to compete. They lumbered about on stage and had their attention firmly fixed on their brothers in the audience, hoping they weren’t already ruining their social standing. The boys responded with a tug-of-war the next day, and suddenly all their enthusiasm returned as they won out with ease. On Wednesday, the girls chose beer pong and elected their four bustiest sisters to compete.
They all arrived wearing low-cut and thin-strapped tank tops that strained against the heavy curves of their tits and left canyons of cleavage on display. Whenever a frat boy was about to take his turn, the opposite girl would lean forward as if inspecting him, giving him a clear view straight down her top and completely throwing off his shot. They made sure to spill their drinks down their chins, dripping down into the swell of their breasts, leaving the flesh enticing and glistening. The girls left as soon as their victory was recorded, leaving the boys hard and aching.
The next day the frat responded with force in dodgeball, leaving the girls bruised, pissed off, and vengeful. The boys arrived at the sorority at nine in the morning for the final challenge. Stacey, who had been unofficially designated the girls’ leader for her good looks and charms, stopped them at the door. She had honeycomb-blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders, teased into bouncy curls—a heart-shaped face with big blue doe eyes and a toned, athletic body. Stacey eyed the boys over with a smirk, staring into their overconfident faces as she bit her lower lip.
“So we’ve decided on our last game. It’s a bit naughty… so you can’t all come in. Poor Katie doesn’t want everyone to watch.”
The boys all turned to each other in wide-eyed amazement. Katie had been at the initial party where all of this trouble began but had hidden away from the rest of the games. There were two reasons the boys were aware of her, two big, swollen, heaving reasons. Katie had the largest pair of breasts on the entire campus. Full and round, disproportionately so on her athletic body, which only served to make them look fuller and rounder. She had worn a modest top that evening, but the sheer size of them had created a shelf of cleavage all the same. They had privately guessed at her cup size and settled on anything between G and J cups, though they weren’t entirely sure they made J-cup bras.
“So you big, strong and superior boys are gonna nominate four of your best men,” Stacey said, punctuated by her eyes flicking towards the boys’ crotches with a smirk.
They broke into cheering and jostled against each other, impolitely debating which four would get to go in. Beyond their horniness, they were driven to win, so it was settled that they should send in the four biggest guys. So, Marcus, Jack, Steven and Ethan stepped onto the front step of the sorority house, their broad shoulders held high with pride. They turned to each other and smiled, essentially having been voted the hottest guys in the whole frat. Stacey resumed her sweep of their crotches and winked at them.
“Come in, heroes. The rest of you go jerk yourselves off, pervs!” He cooed and taunted and then turned and revealed the heavy globes of her ass straining against her denim jeans as she led the four inside.
The sorority house was in much better shape than the frat. The walls were free of graffiti, and the bins were not overflowing. The floors were squeaky clean, which was important because Katie, kneeling in the center of the living room, was adorned only in her underwear and smiling warmly at the four boys who stopped dead in their tracks to take in the sight. It only now dawned on them just how big her tits really were, straining against the padding and swelling out over the cups of her bra.
“Hi.” She said softly and gave a little shimmy that put her breasts into motion, slapping against each other and then settling into the cups with tantalizing ripples through the flesh.
Stacey turned back to face them with her hands on her hips and her face scrunched in exaggerated displeasure.
“You pervs! You don’t even know the game yet!” She said, stifling a giggle.
“We’ve already won, whatever it is,” Marcus said dreamily as he eye-fucked Katie.
“Well, I’m glad you like them so much. Katie, did you ever tell them your nickname?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Her voice was high and soft and lilting, far too sweet for a body that sinful.
“Wanna tell ’em?”
“Sure… hehe… boys, they call me the Titjob Queen!” She said, bursting into a cute giggle.
It set every one of their cocks into motion, stiffening up in the confines of their boxer briefs. Every male pair of eyes locked onto the space between each full and heavy breast, imagining their cock sliding between them and painting her angelic face with their thick, creamy load.
“Jeez, already? You guys are fucked.” Stacey taunted.
“That’s the idea,” Jack said.
“Glad you think so. Here’s the game, boys. I’m gonna start a clock for ten minutes. All four of you are gonna stand in line with your cocks out, and let Katie put those tits to work. If all four of you blow your loads inside those ten minutes, we win. If you survive, you win. Clear?”
The boys looked at each other and broke into deep laughter.
“Hold on?! Your… your big final challenge is letting us titfuck the best tits in the state? Oh no, please help me!” Ethan burst, clasping his palms around his face in exaggerated fear.
“Stacey, you were CRYING after dodgeball yesterday. What’s the catch?” Steven said.
“No catch. Ten minutes between her tits. I just really, really don’t think you’ll make it. Just imagine all that titflesh wrapped around your cock. Even if you guys were hung, which let’s face it, you’re not, you’d look tiny in that cleavage.”
“Whatever, Stacey. Let’s get this game started.”
The boys stood in a row, with Marcus in front of Katie and the others off to his left. She looked up at him through her lids and batted her big eyelids tenderly. Stacey came back with a bottle of oil and poured far too much across her cleavage. Katie’s bra fell away, and her hands set to rubbing the oil into the absurd swell of her tits until they were warm and slick. Marcus groaned hungrily and pulled his boxers down, exposing the full length of his straining cock.
“Wow… you’re so big…” Katie moaned.
“I know,” Marcus said, grinning.
She reached up with both hands and cupped his length, working his shaft with one and tip with the other. Then she guided him into the seat and removed her hands, placing them under her breasts and holding them up for him to get a feel of. The sensation was heavenly. Impossible softness filled his hand, her flesh giving under his fingers. They were big enough that even his fully stretched hand couldn’t span across her whole breast. Perfectly round despite their size. Her nipples were rosy and erect. She leaned forward and enveloped his cock.
Marcus let out a guttural moan as his shaft disappeared between her plush flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, soft and slick and suffocating. She pressed inwards with her palms, the flesh dimpling under them and making his cock disappear entirely into the oiled valley between her tits.
“Timer starts now!” Stacey said excitedly.
She began to slowly pump her breasts up and down his cock, massaging his swollen length. She kept her big innocent eyes locked on his the entire time as she massaged him between her cleavage. He reached down and gripped her shoulders, guiding her along his shaft. The other three watched in amazement, their own cocks straining against their boxer briefs. The oil made a slight, wet sound as she worked her breasts on him.
“Do you like my boobs?” She asked gently, though she knew the answer.
“Fuck yes. After these ten minutes, why don’t we head upstairs?”
She smiled, and something devious flickered in her eyes. She wrapped him tighter and then began pumping rapidly around him. All of his confidence faded as his hips bucked involuntarily into her cleavage, and suddenly his thoughts were not of how good it felt but of how much longer he would be able to feel it.
“Uh oh. Boys, look at him. He looks like a fucking virgin!” Stacey burst out.
His hands gripped harder, not to guide her any more but to try to slow her. It was no use. Her slick tits glided up and down his aching cock, and he felt sharp waves of pleasure begin in the space behind his balls. His breathing turned to moaning, and in the knowledge that he had three other people that could make up for his own failure, he gave in to the pleasure and fucked back into her strokes. She opened her mouth and let her drool escape into the oiled valley, further lubricating his sensitive head as it emerged on the thrust.
“Let go for me. Please let go for me.” She begged as he thrusted wildly.
The clock said three minutes when he threw his head back and let out a deep moan as his orgasm exploded up through his shaft. White-hot pleasure surged through his groin as thick ropes of cum shot out into her cleavage. His legs would have given in if he were not already seated. She continued to work his cock through his orgasm as he continued his thrusts, spurting out cumshot after cumshot. When it finally subsided, she ran her hands over the pearly white spots on her tits and rubbed them into her skin. She turned to the next one in line, Jack, and winked.
“Damn, girl! Told you all she was the Titjob Queen.”
She quickly made her way across to Jack, who had already tugged his briefs down in anticipation. He was average-sized but girthy, with a slight curve to his cock that he told all the girls would feel even better than a normal one. Katie wasted no time in putting his hard member into the canyon of her cleavage and resuming the slow massage of titflesh. Her eyes were lust-drunk now, the innocent twinkle gone.
“How do my boobs feel?”
“Amazing… fuck fuck fuck…” He groaned as she shimmied them around the sensitive tip.
“Awww… you know I’m using your bro’s cum as lube, right?”
She laughed and then dropped hard before surging back up and shimmying around the tip again, titflesh rippling against his most sensitive part. She continued in that rhythm, not giving him the pumping that she gave Marcus. Steven and Ethan had begun to stroke themselves through their boxers and looked at each other shamefully as they did. The clock was at four minutes and thirty seconds. Thick globs of precum began to escape from Jack’s tip as she continued her assault on the glans.
“Sometimes I think my boobs are a problem… like… when a guy’s in my pussy, and he sees them bouncing right in front of him, he can never hold it. God, if I could find a guy that could hold it around my boobs, I’d fuck him so hard, probably marry him.” He said sultrily, staring pointedly into his eyes.
Jack, he soon learned, was definitely not that man. Another thirty seconds of her technique finished him. She shook her tits around his tip one last time, and, without warning, thick ropes shot out, hitting her in the face. Katie yelped and rubbed her eye, but knew she didn’t have time to go clean, so she arrived at Steven’s lap with her face coated in a thick load.
“Four and a half left.” Stacey chimed in.
Katie removed Steven’s boxers and couldn’t stifle her laughter as his three inches plopped out, trying and failing to slap his stomach.
“Oh… wow… uhm… would you even fit in my boobs?” She asked deviously.
His cock twitched excitedly in response. She shrugged her shoulders, and her tits jiggled in response as she wrapped them around him. He was completely lost inside her cleavage; not even his tip emerged on the downstroke. It meant that his entire length was constantly suffocated in her flesh and the tip received constant friction.
“Damn… were you really the best they could send here?” She said.
She stopped trying to pump him, instead clasping her forearms around either side of her tits and shaking side to side vigorously. She let soft moans of exertion escape her mouth, drowned out by his own moans.
“Fuck… fuck… I… I’m sorry…” He whined.
Both the girls burst into laughter.
“You’re apologizing!? For a titfuck?! Why the hell are you even in a frat, Stevie?” Stacey mocked from behind him.
The constant stimulation to his entire penis quickly became far too much for him, and he spurted out a weak load that didn’t escape her cleavage, joined by high-pitched and almost feminine moaning as he thrashed about inside her breasts.
“Oh well… guess you made a ton of lube for the last boy.” She stood up and softly kissed his cheek, her tits flattening against his broad chest before moving to Ethan for the final test.
“You’ve got two minutes, girl. Nice work!”
Katie dropped to her knees hard, letting her tits bounce invitingly in front of him. Ethan made no move to remove his boxers, and his face was strained and red. She looked up at him curiously.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want a titjob?”
“I- I do…” He whined.
“Then why are you… oh… are you like… one of these premature ejaculators?”
His eyes went wide, and he shook his head profusely.
“No way… no I’m not…” He replied unconvincingly.
“Then why are your boxers so wet?” She smiled and traced her hand along his length.
His breathing turned quickly and ragged. He looked at her pleadingly.
“P-please just put it between your tits.”
She looked past him to Stacey and smiled in victory before hooking her thumbs into his waistband and pulling them down. His flushed cock escaped, already twitching and jumping about in the air all by itself.
“You ARE a premie! Aww… It’s a shame… this is a really nice cock.” Katie said as she reached out and wrapped her hand around it.
Ethan let out a high-pitched noise as she softly traced her fingers along the shaft and swirled at the head. She started to bring her tits up to it, and he looked down at her cum-streaked face and enormous, oiled tits, and his cock pulsed hard in her palm before he spurted his load out with an agonized sound. His face turned crimson as the pleasure rushed through him and his load streaked along her arm. She caringly aimed the last few drops onto her tits.
“Awww… I’m sorry. You sounded like you really wanted a titjob. Well, at least you got to finish on them, right?”
“P-please can I have a second chance?”
She smiled and gently shook her head.
“Sorry, no. And I really don’t hook up with premies.”
She patted his deflating penis and gave him a quick hug before Stacey rushed over and threw her arms around her. Katie’s massive breasts crushed against her more modest pair and Marcus’s cock began to stir again. The girls turned and examined the four of them, all defeated and drained and staring longingly at the breasts they would never again get to be between.
“Well, guess that’s settled.” Stacey grinned.
“Settled really early.” Katie joined in.
“So, what did we learn, babe?”
“I think we learned that boys are a lot stronger physically?”
“But?”
“But boys aren’t controlled by their brains! They’re controlled by the little head between their legs! And girls are so much stronger down there!”
“Which means?”
“That no matter how strong a man is, he’ll always lose to a sexy girl!”
The boys’ cocks all twitched in agreement. Only then did the timer ring out for ten minutes.
The End.
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