Wet T-Shirt Contest

Cleo strutted on the stage, her thin white t-shirt clinging to her
enormous breasts, which somehow managed to be huge and firm at the same
time. Her nipples were wide and hard, showing clearly under the wet
fabric.

“They have to be fake,” Jasmine muttered to herself, standing and
shivering at the other end of the stage, waiting for the judges’
decision. She arched her back, sticking out her small, pretty tits.
Her nipples were longer than Cleo’s, but overall her tits were
definitely smaller, and while Cleo was blonde, Jasmine was
olive-skinned.

Cleo took her position beside Jasmine, smiling and posing as the crowd
hooted. Jasmine grimaced and pinched her tits, making her nipples
stand out, dark and stiff, against her t-shirt.

“And the winner is…” the manager said, pausing for effect, “Cleo!”
Cleo jumped in the air, clapping her hands, her big boobs bouncing.
She turned to hug Jasmine, who turned on her heel and stalked off the
stage.

“Like she’s fucking Miss America or something,” Jasmine growled,
pulling her shirt over her head and examining her breasts in the
mirror. She really could have used the $500 prize since her last loser
of a boyfriend had ditched her, leaving a huge phone bill and the rent
on a two-bedroom apartment. She cupped her breasts, pressing them
together, and ran her thumbs over her nipples. “My tits are definitely
nicer than hers,” she said aloud. “And mine are real at least.”

“You don’t think mine are real?” a voice came from behind her.
Jasmine turned around to see Cleo standing there, holding her envelope
of prize money. Her enormous breasts jutted out like a shelf.

“Yeah, right,” Jasmine said, reaching for a towel.

Cleo looked genuinely hurt, and Jasmine felt a pang of guilt. “Feel
them,” Cleo said, stepping beside Jasmine and thrusting her chest out.
“Go on.”

Jasmine gave Cleo’s tits a reluctant squeeze, and then looked at her
in surprise. She squeezed them again, pressing the soft flesh of
Cleo’s enormous melons with her fingers. “No shit,” she said. They
were way too soft to be fake.

“And no scars,” Cleo said, pulling her shirt over her head, exposing
the enormous curves of her tits. Jasmine smiled at her and ran her
fingertips over Cleo’s stiff nipples, making the other woman tremble.

“I’m sorry I’m being a bitch. I could have used that money,” Jasmine
said. She turned and dried off her hair, where the judges had sprayed
it with the bottles to wet her t-shirt. She felt Cleo’s big breasts
brush against her back, and then Cleo’s fingers were cupping her
smaller tits.

“You’ve got great tits,” Cleo whispered in Jasmine’s ear, pinching her
nipples and rubbing her breasts over Jasmine’s slender back. Jasmine
moaned as Cleo’s fingers stroked her nipples and then slid down over
her stomach, pressing under her waistband and then over her cunt.

“I’m just jealous of yours,” Jasmine said. She turned around, pulling
Cleo’s dripping fingers from her snatch and licked them clean. Then
she lowered her mouth to Cleo’s enormous breasts, sucking the other
woman’s nipples into her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Cleo moaned, pulling Jasmine’s dark head closer against her
creamy skin. She slid her hand down into Jasmine’s pussy again,
getting her fingers wet and then moved her hand over Jasmine’s tight
ass, wiggling one finger into Jasmine’s tight ass.

Jasmine moaned against Cleo’s tits, not moving her mouth except to
switch from one nipple to the other, then pushing the fleshy mounds
together so she could suck both nipples at once. Cleo’s finger was
wiggling in her ass as she sucked and nibbled on her nipples.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Jasmine panted, and then Cleo felt Jasmine’s
anus clutching at her finger. Jasmine nibbled on Cleo’s tit as she
orgasmed, and then dropped to her knees, Cleo’s finger dragging out of
her ass.

With shaking hands, Jasmine pulled down Cleo’s drenched panties and
moved her tight miniskirt up around her waist. She grabbed on to
Cleo’s thighs and buried her face in the other woman’s cunt. Lapping
hungrily at Cleo’s dripping pussy, Jasmine wiggled her tongue against
Cleo’s clit as she pushed her fingers inside her gaping hole.

“Suck my clit,” Cleo begged, tangling her fingers in Jasmine’s hair as
she pinched her nipples. Jasmine wrapped her lips around Cleo’s fat
clit and sucked on the hard button of flesh. Cleo groaned and bent her
knees, rubbing her clit against Jasmine’s teeth as she sucked harder
and harder. With a shout, Cleo came, but Jasmine kept sucking her
throbbing bud and fingering her, making her come harder and harder.

When the women finally disengaged, Jasmine’s mouth shiny from Cleo’s
dripping cunt cream, they kissed and rubbed each other’s breasts some
more.

“Sorry I was such a sore loser,” Jasmine said.

“It’s okay,” Cleo said, pulling a dry shirt over her head. “I’ve got
to get going. I need an apartment, and this is my deposit,” she said,
waving the envelope of her prize money.

“You’re kidding. I could use a roommate,” Jasmine said.

“Ooh,” Cleo grinned. “That sounds like a perfect arrangement.”