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Vintage British Porn Magazines Erotic Fiction #1

Did you know that vintage pornographic magazines are now becoming quite collectable? One of Rosebud's former escorts, now retired, was a keen collector and would often scan Ebay and London's second hand bookshops for little gems. Reproduced here is an excerpt from a 1979 British Magazine for your enjoyment and a reminder of how things have changed.

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I've always had big boobs. Watermelons, the kids used to call them when I was growing up. Oh, I'd get the stares all right. Most guys couldn't keep their eyes off me, especially when I wore a low-cut or especially tight-fitting blouse. But having breasts this large had its drawbacks, too. Being one of the only girls in high school to be so completely endowed made me different. I "stuck out" from the others, if you know what I mean. And I was constantly being teased; not a day would go by that someone didn't ask me about my glandular condition. But then I passed from puberty and adolescence into the world of adults, and I learned just what an asset those pendular orbs hang-ing from my chest were. I liked the way they felt. And I liked being stared at. An admiring glance from a handsome man could make my day. Clothes fit me better. Dresses and tops seemed to be made for a full-breasted woman. I filled them out superbly, and I chose material and styles that would draw attention to my frontal region.

I found myself being admired by men and envied by women. Some of my girlfriends even admitted that they would be willing to give anything to have a well-shaped bosom like mine. That's what this story is all about, I guess. How the fact that I have very large boobs led to the most enjoyable sexual experience of my young life. It all began a few weeks ago. I had been living in the Oakdale apartment complex. They used to be known as "for swinger's only," but that was several years back, and now more and more fun-loving adult couples live there. Some were married, but many were living together.

Next door to me were Mary and Fred. They were both young and attractive, she about 22 with dark, full features and a slim, slightly curvy body, and he about ten years older, strong and masculine, with a square jaw and longish black hair. I had often wondered what he would be like in bed, but as far as I could see he was really hung up on Mary and his eye just didn't stray. I took an apartment by myself. Not that I was a virgin or anything. I had had my first sexual experi-ence when I was 15, five years ago. I can still remember it. The boy was almost as young as I was, and his hard probing cock slid gently up my juicy cunt hole till it hit my cherry. Then with one lunge he had broken it and from that time on I knew I was a woman. There had been many other men in my life after that — some my age, but most older, more mature — considerate, tender, experienced lovers. Mary and I had become close friends (which is maybe another reason Fred was reluctant to try anything with me; he was afraid it might get back to his wife).

Anyway, one morning I had her over for coffee and some breakfast. Fred had left for the office an hour ago, and Mary was chatting with me about our favorite subject: sex. "I love big cocks," she was saying, and then added with a little boastfulness, "and Fred has one of the biggest. It feels so good when he is in me. You ought to try it sometime." I looked at her. Was she joking, taunting me because she knew that I would love to get her husband's cock between my legs, or did she mean it? "Any time you say," I answered fliply. I expected it to end right there and the subject to be changed, but she pursued it. "Do you mean that? Would you like it? Oh, I know I sound foolish, but maybe I should confess to you what I am talking about. "You know how I feel about Fred. I would do anything to make him happy, give him pleasure. And he feels the same way about me. But though he has never said anything, I can tell that he misses the fact that I don't have big, full boobs — like yours." I instinctively looked to her chest. She was right. Her breasts were well shaped, but quite small. And the contrast with my own huge mammary glands made them seem all the more diminu-tive. "He just loves them big, to feel them and kiss them. And to please him, I would share him with you —and your giant breasts." I was flabbergasted. What could I say. Here in one fell swoop I had been complimented and invited to an orgy with a man I desired. I looked at Mary in a new light. Yes, she could turn me on too. Night couldn't come soon enough for me.

I showered and dusted with my finest powder, then dressed in a sheer negligee. There was a knock on the door and Mary slipped inside. "He's home," she whispered, "but I haven't told him a thing about our plans. Here's how we can do it." And then she proceed-ed to tell me a fantastic idea. I waited a few more minutes, then, heart pounding, I slipped off my night dress. On my way out I stopped and stared at myself in the hall mirror. Yes, my breasts were gigantic. They hung down, round and firm, over my chest, with the nipples like brown spots on an all-white background. They bulged out at the sides, forming a perfect circle radiating out from the dark aeorola, and they were so full that there was hardly an inch of chest skin to be seen between them. And now I was about to use them to turn on my best friend's husband. I looked out the doorway and then darted into the corridor that adjoined all the apartments in the building. Fortunately no one was around, because my naked con-dition might have aroused some-one's curiosity. Without bothering to knock, I entered Mary and Fred's flat.

Their apartment was identical to mine, a short hallway opening into the living room, with a bedroom off to the side. They were sitting on the sofa, facing the fireplace, their backs to me. Mary was passionately kissing Fred, her mouth working on his and her hands running over his massive muscular body. I could see that he was being turned on already — just as she had planned it with me. I took a deep breath and yelled: "Surprise!" Mary was ready with her part "Look," she cried, "a Streaker!" And with that I ran bare-arsed and bare-breasted, legs prancing in front of me, through their living area and into the bedroom. Fred was flabbergasted. He still had a look of half-wonder, half-excitement on his face. He knew what was about to happen, but he couldn't quite believe it.

Mary led him into the bedroom by the hand, and he stared down at me — or rather at my huge breasts. Mary was right, he certainly was in love with huge, firm, fleshy boobs. "Like them, baby?" Mary asked. Fred only nodded his approval. I could see the bulge in his pants starting to swell up with antici-pation. "They're all yours," I chimed in, and then with a look of approval from Mary, "at least for tonight." I held out my arms to him, inviting him to cradle there, to rest his head upon my breasts. Mary was already starting to strip down, but Fred didn't bother with such details. He hungrily lowered himself onto the bed and took one of my boobs in each hand. He ran his fingers lightly over them, starting at the base and working his way towards the nipples. Then he used the palm of his hand to smooth down the already puckering skin around those brown spots.

It felt good. It felt very good. Perhaps it was the climax to many long weeks of desire, perhaps it was the situation — the fact that Mary, totally nude, had just sat down next to my face on the bed and was stroking my hair. Perhaps . . well, I just don't know why, but I do know that I had never enjoyed the touch of a man's hands so much before. He stopped and sat upright, staring up and down my body. I wiggled my hips lightly under his gaze. He had such intensity in his eyes that he seemed to be looking through me. My hips are full and wide, with a fuzzy patch of pubic hairs covering my pussy, and his eyes lingered an extra moment there. Then he was back to my boobs. He bent over and kissed one, leaving a hot ringlet of moisture as he pulled away his mouth. He continued to kiss the skin all around the breast, all the while working at the other one with his hand. Finally he took the nipple be-tween his lips and began to suck on that.

He was sitting on the bed, his feet on the floor, lying across me. The scratchy feel of the material of his shirt tickled my sensitive skin, and as he moved it rubbed across me, leaving little sensations of roughness. He continued to suck on my nipples until he felt them harden under his pressure. I could feel his lips respond, pulling at the sensi-tive skin, holding it between his lips, and nipping gently at it with his teeth. Soon the hard spot had become a mountain, and Fred pulled back to look at his handi-work. Then he reversed himself. He used his mouth on the other breast, which was hungering for his attentions. And he switched to handling the boob which he had been kissing and sucking. He certainly knew how to excite a woman's breasts. He was a master. In the meantime, Mary was getting more and more into the act. She had been stroking my hair with her hands, but gradually moved down across my face and neck and shoulders.

Now, I felt another pair of hands on my teats: Mary's. I had never had a woman touch me that way before, and the sensation was exciting. Her hands were smaller and she moved more deliberately, slower, gentler. But she was a woman, with breasts of her own, and she knew where all the sensitive spots were. She rubbed the fleshy parts around the base of my boobs, lifting them and cupping them in her hands, moving slowly to the top until she ran her fingers around the brown circle that surrounded my nipples. By now Fred was concentrating all his energies — hands and mouth —on my left boob, while Mary was working on my right one. She pressed against the flesh, pushing it to one side then the other. She tickled me where the boob met the skin of my chest, and she licked the mound all over until it was dripping with saliva. Then she opened her mouth and sucked in my waiting nipple.

What a feeling! The sensation was unbelievable. To have two mouths working on my boobs, two sets of hands, two different peo-ple. My two best friends, a man I had desired for so long and a woman who was very close to me, were both making hot, passionate love to my breasts. I began to thrash wildly about on the bed, pushing my boobs up into their mouths, as if I was trying to choke them with the nipples. They both opened their lips wider and instinctively took more of the flesh inside. Then, as I lay back down against the bed, the boobs slid out of their mouths, leaving sensa-tions of pleasure throbbing all through my entire chest. I reached out and took my two lovers in my arms. I caressed Mary's nude body, and I pulled on Fred's neck, bringing him in even closer contact with my breasts. I wanted to feel his naked skin on mind, and I began to unbutton his shirt. "That's O.K., baby," he said, "I can do this." He stood up and removed his clothes. Mary didn't let up for a second, using her hands and mouth to excite my boobs.

I watched him undress, getting even hotter. When he was stand-ing in his underwear, I riveted my eyes on the bulging spot between his legs. Then he pulled down his shorts and the organ popped out, stand-ing straight up, long and hard and thick. I licked my lips. I had to have that cock. Mary started to kiss the .under-side of my breasts and then moved down over my stomach. Would she? I thought. I had never had a woman go down of me, but I was anxious to learn what it was like. She continued to leave little wet kisses over my stomach and hips, until finally she reached the summit of my desire. She ran her face through the thick pubic hairs and then she pushed my legs apart with her hands. In an instant she had placed her mouth on my pussy and was licking away at my clitoris.

Fred, in the meantime, had pulled off his clothes and had joined us on the bed. At the sight of his wife eating me out he instinc-tively grabbed his cock and began to massage it back and forth. "No, I whispered, "here." I pushed by boobs together between my hands and arched my back. Fred knew what I meant. He knelt over my stomach, with one leg on either side of me, and he lowered his torso until his long, hard cock was resting against the pillow I had made of my breasts. I let the two mounds separate just enough for the cock to fall into the valley between them and then I pressed them together again. His cock was now buried between my boobs, surrounded by the mounds of fleshy skin. He began to breathe harder as he rubbed his cock back and forth between the new resting spot I had made for it. And every time he moved his hips forward, the tip of his penis came within inches of my mouth.

I lifted my head and opened my lips, to take in the end of the long organ on its forward thrusts. I was going out of my head. His cock was between my boobs, I was sucking the end as it came towards me, and I had Mary down between my legs using her tongue on my clitoris. Fantastic! "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. "Ooooooohhhhh." And then I reached the peak and went crushing downhill into a mag-nificent orgasm. But my lovers were still not through with me. With one final lunge, Fred got off me and went around and knelt between my legs. Mary, who was still there, took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it for a second or two, and then she took it in her hand and guided it into my waiting cunt hole. With one push he was in. His cock was huge and seemed to split me in two.

After a moments rest, he began to move his gigantic organ in and out. Mary, in the meantime, had moved towards my chest and had fitted herself in between Fred, who was supporting himself on outstretched arms, and me. Then she began to make love to my breasts once again. I rubbed my hands over both their bodies, first Mary's then Fred's, then both at once. I could not stand what was happening to me. I was being fucked and sucked and my breasts were being stimulated — all at the same time. I could feel Fred's cock throb-bing inside of me as he ap-roached his climax. At the same time everything was building inside me as I was coming to my own orgasm. Then it all broke loose. I felt the hot sperm shoot up into my cunt as my own come swept over me like an ocean wave. I screamed, Fred moaned with pleasure, and Mary became more excited and began to work on my breasts with more and more fervor. Then we all collapsed.

We lay in each other's arms for the rest of the night, and in the morning I was awakened by the action of two mouths upon my nipples and breasts. It was starting all over! Since that first incredible night I have repeated the scene with Fred and Mary and other couples who loved the size of my giant boobs. And that is why I am glad I have them — large fleshy breasts that need to be made love to.

This article was uploaded in September 2014.