Eager fat babes rock my caravan of love!

I’M a 21-year-old law student and I like to think I’m attractive, but I have a fantastic sex life thanks to my enormous 38DD boobs. I was a late developer and and got a lot of stick from other girls– and many of the boys – at school, and I thought I’d be as flat as a pancake forever. But by the time of the the summer holidays when I’d just turned 18 I’d started to sprout in a very big way. I grew to a 36D and loved my boobs, playing with them as often as I could, pretending it was a hunky fella kneading them as I played with my clit to reach fantastic orgasms. But I didn’t need to spend all my time masturbating and wishing – because I soon realised that I could get any man I wanted simply by showing off my plunging cleavage or by wearing a top that revealed my nipples. One time, I went swimming with a few of my girlfriends and all the guys were ogling me in a sexy red cossie. I saw that one of them could hardly contain his excitement

He followed me into the changing rooms and we locked the door behind us after making sure no-one had seen us.

He reached over and gently let my top down as my boobs sprang out at him and he immediately started suckling them.

He was rock-hard and, slipping off his trunks, I wrapped his manhood in the ample mounds of my boobs. Then I gave him a slow, sensuous massage until I I TELL you, you simply can’t beat being by the seaside – especially when you can get a season suck on the Johnson from a very grateful fat woman... or three!

I make a point of towing my old caravan to the coast at all times of the year, rain or shine, and never fail to pull.

And there’s something about f**king a big old bird and getting the caravan rocking off its wheels that does it for me every time.

The inevitably grey, damp and rundown resort I love to visit is only just starting to get busy at this time of the year.

That’s why I go there, because all the local lasses are absolutely gagging for a bit of tourist tail and there’s very little in the way of competition.

So I pull up with my caravan and hit the town.

Last time I went, I got three fat ladies to come back to my tourer on the promise of some free booze. I’d met them in the pub and they’d already had a few, so they were giggling and well up for it.

I cracked open the cheap brand vodka I always keep stored in the mini freezer, then we went at it, all ends up.

As I was banging the first bird, grabbing lumps of her thigh fat, the other two were cheering me on.

When I popped my cork, one of the others lovingly sucked me back to rock hardness and insisted I give it her up the wrong ’un.

I couldn’t be bothered to do the third so I just tossed off over her massive tits.

By the end of the week I was shagged out – and chalked up at least 15 lasses.

The Great British seaside – I’ll say it again, you can’t f**kin’ beat it!

TG, by e-mail

Kelly says…

YOU should be working for the local tourist board!