My twin sister’s college friend Elizabeth was beautiful but didn’t know it.

Insecure about her weight and frame, she always dressed in baggy clothes that covered everything. But I’d noticed her curves right away, and she had a face that you’d see in a magazine — perfect skin, big green eyes, soft dark hair to her shoulders. Skinny women have never been my type. Elizabeth was my type.

When she came to visit us one summer, I flirted with her relentlessly. I was always checking her out — and she noticed. My sister said she didn’t have a ton of luck with guys, but when we talked, even though she could be a little shy, she always had this glint of mischief in her eyes, and a great laugh. I didn’t like to see her sweltering under her clothes — and it was a typical hot North Carolina August during her visit.

On her last night, we had a campfire with a bunch of friends in the backyard. I went into the house to get more beer and saw Elizabeth at the kitchen table. When I asked why she was there, she said it was just too hot outside. I asked if she wanted to borrow some of my clothes, knowing that she couldn’t fit into my sister’s. She hesitated at first but then nodded. I brought her a tank top and a pair of shorts.

When she came outside I wasn’t the only guy to appreciate the wardrobe change. Standing there in the firelight, she was voluptuous, with these huge triple-D tits, the round tops of them busting out of the tank top. Her hips in the shorts curved sexily, and when she walked in front of me to a lawn chair, her full ass looked amazing.

Trying not to stare too much, I told her she should wear my clothes all the time and she laughed. For the rest of the evening I caught her looking at me across the fire.

Eventually the little party broke up. We said good-bye to our friends, and Elizabeth, my sister, and I went inside. An hour or so later, buzzed from beer, I heard a soft knock at my bedroom door. Then a sweet Southern voice whispered, “It’s Elizabeth.” 

I was wearing just my boxers and was headed to the door when it opened. “Thank you for letting me borrow your stuff,” she said, extending the clothes toward me. Then she just kind of stood there. I noticed how plush her lips were. She was in a bathrobe, cinched at the waist, her face was glowing, and her cleavage looked sexy as hell. 

She held my gaze. Her big breasts pushed out the front of the robe. Was she waiting for me to make a move? I was getting hard, right there in the doorway.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I said.

Elizabeth smiled. I leaned forward and kissed her. She slipped her hands around my waist and pulled me closer, my cock pressing against her. As we made out in that spot, I moved my hands down to her ass in the robe. It was round and felt surprisingly firm. My cock got harder.

“Come in here,” I whispered, taking her hand, closing the door, and leading her to my bed. I laid her down and slowly opened her robe, moving my lips down to her mounded breasts. Her curves were just what I’d pictured — she was like a classical painting come to life.

I moved one hand down to her pussy and her snug slit was very wet already. I traced my fingers up and down it, and then circled her clit with a finger. She moaned a little, and I stripped off my boxers, straddled her, and put my cock between her tits.

Elizabeth pressed her enormous breasts together and the friction was perfect in that warm, glistening crease — I had a raging hard-on, and she just looked up at me with her big wide eyes as I slid my cock back and forth.

Thinking about how great her ass felt through the robe, I turned her over, placed my cock between her luscious cheeks, and started moving my hips back and forth again, the head of my shaft passing her over tight asshole.

I wanted that ass on my face and I whispered, “Sit on my face, beautiful.” She moved into the sixty-nine position. The slit of her pussy, her full ass and hips, that tiny asshole — as I took in the view, reclined on the bed, Elizabeth moved her mouth down to my cock and started licking and sucking. Within seconds I felt on the edge of coming. I flicked her clit with my tongue, then moved my face closer and sucked. She moaned and started bucking her hips a little, her ass pressing into my face, her mouth humming my cock in rhythm to the motion of her hips.

She began to buck even more, smothering my face, and then she let out a long, high moan, coming hard, her whole body writhing. Seconds after that, her mouth went back to my cock, her pussy held just above my face, her hips swaying back and forth slowly. She sucked more of my dick this time, taking it far down her throat.

Barely aware of it, I started thrusting my own hips up and down, getting close, and then she reached a hand to my balls and gently touched them with warm fingers and I exploded, shooting come down her throat.

We kept at it until late. After a rest, we fucked. Elizabeth came again, and then I went back to her behind, returning my cock to that crease between her shapely cheeks, sliding my dick back and forth, teasing her hole with the tip of it, and when I couldn’t hold back anymore, I came again, this time on that sweet ass of hers.

We only had that one time together. Elizabeth graduated and moved out of state. But I still think about that night. Especially since the memories come right back any time I open a clothes drawer and see a certain tank top or pair of shorts.

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