My roommate Ryan and I both have a thing for girls with big tits.

His ex-girlfriend was absolutely stacked, which I was jealous of until I realized she was controlling as hell. She recently dumped him, so we decided we’d go out and find an even more beautiful girl for his rebound sex.

We hit the campus parties first. Ryan got laid pretty consistently that week, but no one was on a level with his ex. And to be fair, how many G-cups were there in the world? He’d all but given up on finding him a lady busty enough to purge all thoughts of the ex from his brain when I convinced him to hit the beach with me.

California beaches are full of hotties. Half of them are aspiring actresses or models, and the others just look beautiful because there’s some sort of weird gravitational pull to the West Coast that draws gorgeous girls.

We walked up and down the beach, eyeing the sea of Grade-A primo pussy. I saw a few I wouldn’t mind slipping the D to, but Ryan was being way too picky. We were arguing about his unreasonable expectations when a woman came bounding past in pursuit of a Frisbee.

Boobs. My eyes were immediately glued to them. Big, massive, honking hooters. I tell you, the Earth trembled in awe at those knockers, which were barely restrained in a red swimsuit. It was one of those underwire suits that look like a bra, and Jesus, it was art. She was built thick and sexy, with thighs that could suffocate a man, but nothing could compete with those beautiful breasts. When she caught the Frisbee and flung it back, her tits jiggled like Irish step-dancers on crack.

Ryan noticed that I’d stopped. He turned around to see what I was looking at, then staggered as if he’d been punched. “Sweet merciful melons,” he said.

Unfortunately, he didn’t say it very quietly. The woman in the red swimsuit looked directly at him. Judging from her narrowed eyes, she wasn’t thrilled with the comment.

Ryan, being a little drunk from our pre-beach margaritas and also kind of an outrageous dick, dropped to his knees in the sand and clasped his hands to his chest. “Forgive me,” he proclaimed. “You have struck me senseless.”

She rolled her eyes. “Clearly not senseless enough, if you’re still talking.”

I muffled a laugh, and she looked at me. “Are you enamored of my breasts, too?” she asked.

It was not how I’m imagined the conversation going, but I rolled with it. “I sure am,” I said. “In the most respectful way possible, I would compromise pretty much every personal principle I have for the chance to suck your nipples.”

Ryan reached over and smacked my leg. “Dude, back off.”

The goddess looked down her gorgeous nose at him, then at me, then nodded as if she’d made some decision. “It’s both of you or nothing, boys.”

I gaped at her. What the fuck? I tried to speak but couldn’t come up with anything.

“Both of us?” Ryan asked.

She shrugged. “I’m in the mood for an orgasm, and I appreciate teamwork.”

Ryan pulled me aside for a quick convo. “I’m down if you are,” he said. “God knows I’ve run into you wanking in our apartment way too many times. At this point I’m used to your dick.”

“And I’ve had to listen to your screeching sex through the wall way too many times,” I retorted.

“So are we doing it?”

I high-fived him. “Hell yeah. We’re doing it.”

The goddess cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at her Frisbee-throwing friend. “Hey, bitch, I’m going to go get some cock. Be right back.”

I cringed as people on the beach stared at us with outraged expressions, but Ryan burst out laughing. “I like this chick,” he said.

She led us away from the crowd near the pier. The beach was still full of people, but they thinned out the further we hiked. Finally, we reached a pop-up awning that covered a few chairs and some bags. She worked at the ties that held the tent’s sides up, and they fell, enclosing us in a plastic white space. It was hot in the tent, but I didn’t care when she was looking at us like that.

She grinned, then reached behind to unhook her swimsuit. She shimmied the red fabric off, revealing the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen. They were full and heavy, with giant nipples I couldn’t wait to get my mouth around. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and they overflowed her palms. “Well?” she asked. “Are you going to show me what you’re good for?”

I was already hard just looking at her, and any embarrassment I might have felt at doing this in front of Ryan vanished. I stripped off my swim trunks and headed toward her. Ryan got there first and started kissing her, but I had no problem waiting my turn. I got behind her and wrapped my arms around her, rubbing over her tummy and thighs. Every pass of my hands got a little closer to that sweet spot between her legs.

She reached back and tangled her hands in my hair, and I took advantage of the greater access to her tits. I cupped and lifted them, then lightly pinched her hard nipples. She moaned and rubbed her ass against my cock. She was still wearing a swimsuit, so I dropped one of my hands to tug on the strings tying her suit together at the sides. The fabric fell away, leaving her completely naked.

Ryan knocked my hand away from her boobs so he could get at them, but I rolled with it and reached between her thighs. She parted her legs with a sigh, letting my fingers in. I ran them over her wet pussy, then rubbed her clit in firm circles. She moaned and grinded against me.

Wanting more of that action, I adjusted myself so my dick was between her legs and she was straddling my erection. She rocked back and forth, rubbing wetness all over it. As she worked to get herself off, she grabbed Ryan’s dick and started jacking him.

This scenario was hot, but I was worried I would come too fast, so I backed off. “Get on your hands and knees,” I told her. Jesus, I didn’t even know this woman’s name, and I was about to be inside her. She obliged, kneeling in the sand. Ryan knelt in front of her and slid his dick between her lips, and I got behind her and bent down until I could eat her out. She tasted great, and she made the sexiest noises as I licked from clit to ass, although Ryan was fucking her mouth like a piston, so the noises were muffled.

We traded off after that, and she went to town on my knob with extreme enthusiasm. She sucked dick like a pro, and she was uninhibited as Ryan fingered her from behind.

I pulled out just enough to let her talk. “Condoms?” I asked.

She directed me to one of the bags, and I got two condoms out. I tossed one to Ryan, but there was something I wanted to do before I rolled mine on. I flipped her onto her back, then knelt over her and placed my dick between her breasts. She squeezed them together around me. I fucked her cleavage with slow strokes, watching the head of my dick peep up from between those massive knockers. Titty-fucking had never really worked with other girls before, but it sure as hell worked here.

She moaned and arched her back, squeezing her breasts even tighter around me. I helped her out, pinching her nipples as I thrusted back and forth across her chest.

She lost it at the nipple-pinching. A little scream came out of her throat, and her head thrashed on the sand. She started begging us to fuck her.

Ryan went first, kneeling between her legs and fucking like a man possessed. I held her down as he railed her, watching her tits bounce. I slapped them around a little — not hard enough to really hurt, just gentle little smacks. That resulted in more begging. We were probably being way too loud, but I didn’t give a fuck.

Ryan seized up and made a hilarious orgasm face I was going to make fun of him for forever. The second he slid out, I took his place, although I got her on her hands and knees again. Sand rained down from her hair and shoulders, but thankfully, none of it had gotten anywhere near that glistening pink pussy. I slid the condom on, then lined up and plunged into her with one quick stroke. She arched her back and wriggled on my dick, getting me as deep as she could.

I fucked her steadily, setting a good but not overwhelming pace. She hadn’t orgasmed yet, but by the flush on her skin and the way she kept gasping, she was close. Her breasts slapped against each other with each thrust. I gripped her hip with one hand, then leaned close so I could strum her clit with the other. I worked that little bud hard, and the work paid off when she shivered and starting coming. Her cunt tightened around my dick in little rhythmic bursts.

Someone outside the tent was shouting at us to keep it down and have some consideration, but I was balls-deep in the finest woman I’d ever seen, and there was no way in hell I was going to stop.

Alas, biology gets the best of everyone. Come jetted out of me, filling the condom. I was vaguely aware of the crazed contortions my face was going through, but that’s only because Ryan laughed and said “killer O-face, bro.”

When we were done, I collapsed on the sand — on my back, no sandy dick for me — and stared up at the tent roof, hardly able to believe what had just happened.

Our busty angel got to her feet, brushed the sand off, and slipped back into her bikini. I bid farewell to those breasts, but they looked reddened and well-loved, so the parting was bittersweet. She looked at Ryan and me lying in the sand, then tipped her head back and laughed.

“Thanks for the fuck, boys,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Then she marched out of the tent, leaving us behind.

I had never been so thoroughly used and then discarded, and I wasn’t even a little bit mad about it. Who was I to deny a goddess?