It was hard to miss Harmony. It was my second year at college. And early in the year, it dawned on me that I kept hearing this one girl's name in almost all of my classes' roll calls. Finally, all the way across a lab I figured out who she was.
It was amazing that it had taken me so long to notice her. She was short, maybe 5'1", had shoulder-length mousy brown hair, but she had curves. And how! When I heard her name called, I spun around to see who she was and there was this short, shapely gal in a yellow t-shirt that had the periodic table printed on it. Although you could hardly tell. She had the largest boobs I have ever seen up close. Those puppies strained that t-shirt so that the periodic table could have been a pizza menu. I think she saw me checking her out and after class. It was very easy to catch up to her and ask her out. I won't give her real name here, but she told me to call her 'Harmony'.
I was going back home for the weekend. My parents were out of town. So, I'd have the house to myself. I told Harmony that I was going home to do some laundry and to raid the pantry. Would she like to ride with me there and back? Sure.
On the way down, she talked. She had noticed me last year. She thought I was some great ideal guy. God knows why. She had somehow figured out what classes I was taking and signed up for as many as she could, including a couple of very hard classes that were not in her major! She was kind of stalking me! But as she talked, rather than being disturbed by her admissions, I was flattered. I thought Harmony was very pretty. And she was smart. And that body was made for fucking. I was enjoying an eyeful on the ride down. She was in a polo neck sweater and jeans. Harmony could fill out a sweater. I am a confessed big tit man and Harmony had big tits, it was clear. But I was fevered to get a sense of them. Were they full or flabby? Hangers or nosecones? And I really thought this was going to be a slam dunk. This girl had pursued me!
As we approached my parents vacant home, I grew a bit bold and told Harmony that we would not have to worry about being disturbed. Within minutes we were curled up on the sofa. I kissed her and began to feel for those tits through her sweater. Harmony suggested we undress and find a bed. Oh yes!
I will always remember watching her sitting on the edge of our guest room bed looking at me with lust in her eyes. Then, as if in slow motion, she reached for the bottom of that red sweater and lifted it up over her head. Her milk-white skin was radiant. The sweater caught momentarily on Harmony's massive bosom and then they bounced down into view, sheathed in a smooth, low-slung bra. I was mesmerized. I had always been attracted to girls with big tits. She was watching my face as she tossed her sweater aside and undid her jeans. She stood and bent over and let them slide to the floor. I could see the enormous cleavage between her massive tits. I knew she was displaying herself to me, still trying to seduce me, as if that was remotely needed!
Then came the moment. Harmony sat on the edge of the mattress right next to me. I could smell her perfume. I had stripped down to my tidy whities, complete with obscene crotch bulge. She was looking at my eyes, which were locked on her tits, as she reached behind herself with each hand in that practiced motion women have. She shrugged and then off slipped the puny bra. My mouth dropped open. I felt my eyes bulge. There, draped before me were two huge balloons of heavy titflesh. They were unlike any tits I had seen before. Their very mass caused them to hang and distort. At the top of each pendulous flesh bag were deep stretch marks in the tortured skin that bore the weight of Harmony's massive tits. They hung down, narrowing a bit and then bulging outward again, like enormous tear-drops. The ends of each tit were rounded, the aureole and nipples stretched so extensively that they were barely visible, barely a shade darker than the mass of hanging titflesh.
I wanted to dive on top of them and suckle. I wanted to manhandle those flesh bags and squeeze sweet mother's milk from them and drink down the sweet drops. I wanted to blurt all this out to her, to have her fully participate in the fantasy. But I was afraid. This was too perfect to fuck up by pushing it. I kissed her deeply and worked my way down to kissing and sucking Harmony's prize boobs. She straddled my torso and humped as I sucked her tits. I pushed Harmony's panties down and felt her straddle me again, this time the warmth and wetness of her pussy were evident against my thigh. She struggled to get at my cock with one hand. I tore the briefs off. She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it expertly. I rubbed at the tuft of brown pubic hair where she humped against my hip. I wanted to eat her cunt, but I wanted to suckle those big mams too much.
"Feed me your big titties, Harmony. Feel how hard your big tits make my cock? It aches. It's numb from the thought of me sucking your big tits like this."
And I returned to suckling this sweet co-ed's incredible tits like a starving infant. I raised a little bump on the bottom of each jug. This was her nipples getting as hard as they ever did. But her tits also flushed and seemed to tighten, or grow. I almost didn't notice that Harmony had shifted over to mount my cock and was sliding down it as I sucked greedily at her tits. She twisted and bucked and moaned sweetly. She was in love with me and with my cock and with how I made her feel. I was living my life-long titty fantasy, buried in an avalanche of boob. Harmony's cunt was warm and loose, which is not a bad thing. It was not so tight I had to nut right away. I could hold out as long as I wanted. And I wanted to hold out and suck those jugs until I was ready for Medicare.
I don't know how long she rode me. She came a number of times. And on the last one, she seemed to spasm and I felt her breasts heave and then release. The tightness I had felt earlier was gone and Harmony's tits really did feel like milk bags. And as I sucked on one tit, thinking about blowing my nut on Harmony's face or tits, like in the porn movies, I saw her other tit and from it dangled a drop of milk! I moved over to lick it up. And the tit I had just abandoned began leaking milk. I looked up at Harmony for a second. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be coming again.
She was not the only one. I realized all at once that this tit queen college chick that had been semi-stalking me for a year has turned out to be the living embodiment of my nastiest fantasy of fucking a big-titted milk mommy. As I sucked both tits at once, my face covered with sticky milk, my balls exploded and cum flooded Harmony's cunt in torrent after torrent. Harmony told me she felt it squirting inside her like never before.
As we lay together afterward, Harmony told me she had had two abortions and that somewhere along the way she had started lactating. She demonstrated how she could suckle herself, as big as her tits were. I told her that would not be necessary any more, although I might enjoy watching her do it for my pleasure.
She was thrilled that I thought we had a future together. I was thrilled about all the pussy and titty I was going to get....