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Summer fares are always cheerful occasions, where the whole town congregates to sample the best local products on offer: cakes, preserves, arts, crafts, drinks and more. And they are always good for the prizes and contests. The main attraction is the grand prize ceremony, held on the main stage. The mayor runs the event, and stands up at the podium in front of the whole town to first announce the raffle prizes. I take my place on the tombola and the mayor picks out the first number. "614! Come on up!". You call your number and wave your ticket in the air. The crowd around you turns to cheer and make room for you to approach the stage with your husband. On the stage, you shake hands with the elderly mayor and you lean to give him a kiss on the cheek. Instead he latches his mouth on to yours and forces his tongue past you lips. You struggle, but after a few moments, he's swirling his darting tongue around yours before pulling away, leaving a thick rope of saliva hanging between you. The mayor then shakes your husbands hand, and tells him congratulations. You stand nervously by the tombola as I turn it. The mayor calls out the next number, and a man in his mid-30s waves. He leaves his family in the crowd, and joins us on stage. He shakes the mayors hand, then your husbands and you put out your hand to greet him. The man simply reaches for your breast, and starts squeezing it in one powerful hand. The mayor continues to call out numbers, and one by one, eight men comes to stand around you, stroking, prodding and squeezing your tits next to your husband. After the raffle has finished, I leave my post and join the gang of men surrounding you as they release you. The mayor continues to read through his lines, thanking everyone for showing up. I stand behind you, my erection pressing in to your lower back, and my hands grip the soft thin material of your blouse as I begin groping you on stage. Your tits move around in my palms as I force them in all directions, pressing them together forcefully so your cleavage pushes through your top buttons. Releasing your breasts, I begin carefully undoing each of the delicate buttons, each one revealing more and more of your lace clad bust. When the buttons are undone, I slide the garment off delicately and pass it to your husband to hold on to. My hands return to your breasts, taking the massive swells tightly in my grasp. My fingers dig in and I begin shaking your tits violently. The bra can barely contain the movement of your breasts as I juggle them. Taking one hand away I slap one breast from underneath and watch it bounce up your chest. I repeat the same with the other hand. I start liberally slapping your tits up and out of their bra cup, before pulling the straps down your arms, revealing your breasts covered in my light pink hand prints to the crowd. The mayor finishes his speech and moves past your husband who is still holding your blouse. He reaches out with both hands and grabs you by your hard nipples. He draws you to him and pulls you up to the podium by your tits. He adjusts the microphone so it points at your sore breasts, then takes his notes, adjusts his glasses and leans over to latch his mouth on to a nipple. He begins mumbling and slurping as he attempts to read the rest of his speech with his mouth full of your swollen areloa. The sounds of spit being chewed around your tit along with the muffled words of the mayor are amplified by the speakers. You look around in bewilderment but the crowd remains unfazed. You turn to your husband, but he stands oblivious with your blouse, while nine horny men stroke their erections next to him. The mayor switches breasts, and uses his tough fingers to pull and stretch your nipples. Finally he stops, pulling his mouth away and wiping it on his sleeve and indicates for you to step down form the podium. You retake your spot next to your husband before I take you by the waist and pull you to the crowd of hungry raffle winners to receive their prize and yours. Pressing you to your knees, we almost surround you, being sure to allow the crowd a good view of the prize ceremony. Eagerly the other winners take out their cocks, and begin masturbating over you, stroking their pricks against your hair, face and breasts. One of the men tilts your head back and starts to ejaculate across your mouth, the second follows suit, the third cums across your chin and tits. One by one they deposit over your mouth, face and breasts and step away. Only being able to see with one eye, I approach you, and slide my cock over your face. I rub the head across your lips, and you gently part them. My cock slides around and briefly dips in to your mouth, dripping precum on to your tongue, before pulling away and crouching. I slide my erection between your soft undulating pillows, grab your nipples roughly and pull your tits over my thrusting cock, the head disappearing in to your cleavage, before rising and pushing up in to your neck. I pick up my pace until I'm ferociously fucking your tits for everyone to see. I can't hold back any more and with a groan of mass release, I shoot my pent up orgasm up in to the air to land all over your tits. Stepping away, and collecting my breath, the mayor helps you up and adjusts your bra. I collect your blouse from your husband and pull it up your arms over your shoulders, and gingerly button it up, watching my cum soak in to the material, matting it against your breasts. You return to your place next to your husband, and the whole crowd cheers and claps as the mayor places a rosetta on your cum drenched, lightly bruised breasts, "Best Tits 2014".
Time moved on and we settled into married life and on one particular rare beautiful hot day and we all decided to head off to the park for a very English past-time, a picnic. I was wearing a white linen/cotton vest over denim shorts that complemented my long legs perfectly. I had cooked, blended and chopped a feast that I laid out on the blankets. We all picked, grazed, chatted and listened to the hub-bub of people enjoying the park. We had passed an ice-cream van on the way in so after I collected orders I wandered off to collect a handful of 99's which everyone eagerly took from me when I returned, until I was left with just one. However, the next hands to reach out did not relive me of the remaining ice-cream cone but snaked under my teeshirt to stroke my encased swollen, tender breasts. Reverently, you lifted them out of my bra and continued to caress my new super-sized tits, feeling the taut milk jugs and my fatter longer nipples. You smoothed your hands over my vest and gazed at my full tits through the soft white fabric. I was lulled into a gentle erotic euphoria as you fondled me in front of friends and family all too busy eating food and licking ice-cream to be distracted. I was jolted from my pleasant state when you wrapped your hands around each breast and began to squeeze forcefully. I stiffened as you applied uncomfortable pressure, and pressed your fingers tightly into my milk filled titties, then the dull pain as you completed the tight squeeze and moved your thumb firmly upwards pinching my sensitive teats between thumb and forefinger. You slowly repeat this movement, ignoring my cries and pleads until my milk is being forced through my teeshirt. You continued to milk me and perversely ignored my insistent hands encouraging you to be gentler; instead you yanked my tits upwards between us and continued with the humiliating milking. With every sharp moan people look over at me, frowned then continued without reacting, except one man who stopped walking with his girlfriend to lick my milky twisted teats through my vest. I turned my head away from the two of you assaulting me and watched my dad licking the ice-cream I’d given him. Exactly as our eyes locked, he pulled out his hard cock, got up and wandered over. You grin joyfully and whip up my teeshirt, and took the ice-cream from him. He moved forward and took up the gruelling motion you had begun, but squirted my milk over his own face. I was relieved when he finally released my tits and they bounced heavily into place, but off course you were not finished with me. You smeared the remaining ice-cream onto my hot tits and dad watched as the melting cream slithered over my tits before he licked it all off like I was his favourite cone. He sighed as he bunched my tits in his hands, lowered his mouth to a fat teat and sucked strongly, hauling his lips from my nipple with a slurpy pop, and then opened his mouth to allow the milk spray to quench him. My hateful father-in law with his fat cock arrived and snatched a tit from my dad and began savagely milking it into his mouth too. He sucked like an animal dragging my tit up to meet his mouth and rubbed his precum wet cock into my thigh. You, the Magician, watched them treating my milky tits roughly, lovingly stroking my face, slapping your cock on my cheeks.
They both came messily on my shorts and thighs, released my dripping tits, cleaned their cocks on my hands and returned to the family as though they had not just enjoyed a milky drink from their daughter’s tits. You ease me onto all fours my big swollen tits swinging down. I feel you gather a hand full of my hair, twist it before you walked me away from my group. I followed you like your prize cow, my tits swaying from side to side. As we approached a couple kissing in the grass, the man peeled away from her, rolled towards me and you guided me positioning my dripping teat over his mouth. He eagerly starts to feed on me pumping my tit and stroking his cock, while his girlfriend lay back oblivious. You moved away, pulling me by my hair lead, but for a moment the man would not let go of my tit, and it was stretched as he gripped hard until it sprang from his lips with a slurp. A couple of fat men were lying beneath a tree and you quickly walked me over dragging me by my hair, and coaxed me to straddle one big man’s bulging belly. I just managed to open my thighs wide enough to fit over him, and slapped a tit into his mouth. He munched on my breast, moaned softly as he sucked all my nipple into his mouth, and his friend leaned in and enjoyed the other. You walked me around the park like a mobile milk unit, stopping so that my breasts could be sucked and used by hot horny men.
Finally, you walked me back to my family and friends who were packing up. A group of men were waiting and immediately pulled out their cocks and began to jerk off when we got close. They took turns to briefly suckle a teat, stand, wank and cum on my back, while you moved behind me with undid my shorts, pulled them off my round ass, then slipped your precum lubed cock between my butt cheeks, slapping my ass with stinging force as you sawed up and down between my cheeks.. When all the men had cum and gone you spun me round by my hair, to cum on my face and tits. You kissed me, sucked my lips and tongue as you put my tits back into their cum soaked bra and pulled down my scrunched teeshirt, bent down and pulled up my shorts, dipping a finger into my pussy before you zipped me up. My husband put his arm around me as we walked back to the car, his cock bulging in his pants.