Obsessed with Miss Best of Breasts

So, it began, as several well equipped ladies took their turn, providing a soft crevice for my cock to rest in, while making their acquaintance with me. Some were natural, others were sporting implants, but all were very enjoyable. It was a bit of a titty-fucking marathon, until the next girl stepped up.

"Hi. I'm Jenny," she smiled, looking at my oily, throbbing dick. "I'd love to do what these other girls have been doing for you, but as you can see, my C-cups are not going to get it done. I could suck you, but the oil tastes awful. A hand-job would be a big letdown, after what you've already had. That only leaves this," she giggled, straddling my hips. She simply lowered her pussy over my dick, and it slid smoothly up inside her. "Mmmmm, yes. That's a nice, thick dick. I like it!"

"Oh Jenny, you slut," a voice laughed. "Leave it to you to be the first to fuck him!"

"Just giving him something to remember me by," Jenny moaned, squeezing her cunt around my cock. "I don't have giant titties like you do."

"I can tell you where to get some, if you'd like," another voice chimed in. Several others agreed, and "me, too" was heard from different areas of the crowd.

"Maybe if I win my division," Jenny replied. She smoothly rose and fell on my shaft. Her pussy was snug, and dripping wet, but her time in the saddle was short.

"My turn," another brunette growled. Looking up at her, she appeared familiar, somehow. Her voice, and those huge, round breasts, with pointy nipples... I knew her from somewhere. Jenny made room, and the brunette simply impaled herself. "I am Eva," she smiled, with a slight accent. "I am professional. Do you like my pussy? Or would ass be better?"

Holy shit! Now I recognized her! Professional indeed... She's a porn star! I've seen her, many times. In fact, I have many, many of her scenes saved on my computer. She was one of my favourites.

"Um, this is good, thank you," I smiled. She took my hands, and placed them on her huge, enhanced melons.

"You cum for me?" she asked, fucking me steadily. "Your cock is very good. Nice and thick. Fills my pussy very nice."

A porn star is fucking me, and says my cock fills her pussy nice? This just keeps getting better and better.

"Fuck! Yes! Very good cock! You will remember Eva, yes? When you vote for winner? Remember Eva, fucking you on beach, squeezing your big cock with my pussy," she groaned, staring down at me. My balls were tingling. "You cum soon?"

"Yes!" I moaned, groping her massive tits.

"You want to cum in Eva, or on Eva?" she smiled, still riding me.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I groaned, spewing hot semen deep inside her, before I could voice my choice.

"Mmmmm, yes, inside pussy is nice," she giggled, grinding over my cock. "You will remember Eva?"

I nodded, catching my breath, and she stood up, allowing a stream of my cum to trickle out of her cunt, oozing slowly down her inner thigh. She walked away, headed for the ocean, to cleanse her folds.

"Thank... You," I panted.

***

I was much more relaxed after Eva finished me off. She really was a pro, and now that I was calm, several of the girls gathered around me, and we talked about them. It was strange, sitting, naked, among a group of equally naked, incredibly beautiful women. They were totally at ease, not minding my eyes on them, and my questions for them.

"Barbara?" I asked, addressing one of my new friends. She was a buxom brunette, with huge, brown eyes, big hair, and big boobs. They were very prominent, round, and firm. I know, because she let me feel them. I could feel the augmentation. "Why did you have your breasts done? You're very pretty. How big were you before?"

"Pure economics," she smiled. "I'm a waitress. I was a 32B, and struggling to make ends meet. My boyfriend wanted me to get them done, but I wasn't sure, until I talked to some other girls at work. A few of them had implants, and they all said they did much better on tips now than before. One of them showed me hers, and I must admit, they were beautiful. She hooked me up with her surgeon, and bam! Barb's got boobs! 32DDD! They're almost paid for, and I really do make more in tips than before. Almost double."

"What about your boyfriend? How's he like them?" I probed.

"Oh, he loved them!" she giggled. "Couldn't keep his hands off them! Unfortunately, he thought everyone who was looking at them was getting to do what he did. Became a jealous asshole. I kicked him to the curb. Found somebody who appreciates me."

"How long have you been with him?"

"Actually, I've been with HER... for almost a year," Barbara smiled. Several other girls 'ooooed'. "I still like some sausage, on the side," she grinned, looking down at my penis. "As long as it's a nice, big sausage. We've even been known to share one, on occasion."

That thought had a lot of appeal.

It was time to reapply oil to everyone on the beach, which meant a fair amount of hands-on time. I was happy to volunteer my services, massaging the fragrant lotion into buttocks, breasts and various other body parts. I swear, I fondled more boobs in one day on that beach than in the previous three years at home. Of course, the girls were equally happy to return the favour, and my dick was in no danger of getting burned.

As the day went on, a few of the other judges found their way to the beach, as well. They found themselves receiving much of the same attention I had received. With sex happening in small pockets around the beach, it was inevitable that the excitement would boil over to the group that had gathered around me, and I was soon on my back, on the lounge again.

The difference this time, was that the girls spent more time, as they were in it as much for their own pleasure as to sway my vote. Besides, they had nearly two weeks to influence me, and the others. It didn't need to be all business.

So, after Rachelle, a blonde (god, there are a lot of blondes on this island) with nice, natural D-cups, rode me to a shuddering orgasm of her own, she was replaced on my cock by Lynda, another blonde, of diminutive stature, but possessing positively huge tits. Another professional, she was a stripper... I mean, exotic dancer... with a tight, athletic body honed by hours of pole work. She also purchased her attributes on the aftermarket, and had been under the knife three times, going from her original 32C, to a D, then an E, and finally a G. With her tiny 20-inch waist, and muscular ass, the effect was spectacular.

I laid back, watching her incredible jugs jiggle before my face. Jenny was right; the oil tasted awful, but I just had to suck on Lynda's nipples, which were standing up like little prongs of lust. She appreciated the effort, and promised to meet with me later in the week for more, private fun. Her orgasm was a little more vocal than Rachelle had been, but still subtle enough to avoid widespread attention.

I had enough left for one more, and was happy to see Annette come back, and take her place on my erection. Her long red hair glinted with flaming highlights in the sun, as she skewered herself energetically. Her huge, natural knockers swung and danced, slapping against each other, and my chest as well. Her urgency overcame any modesty that remained, and she expressed herself at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah, that cock feels so good! Bite my nipples! Yes! That's it! Yes! I'm gonna cum! Yes! I'm GONNA CUM! I'M... GNAHHHHHN!"

I saw heads turning to find the source of the screams, as her body bucked, and she arched her back, thrusting those magnificent breasts out into my face.

I had done my part. Now I was in it for me. I gripped her ass with both hands, and struggled to my feet, turning to place her on her back, below me. A few minor adjustments for comfort, and I started to fuck her, drilling her pussy with long strokes, while she continued to screech in joy. A few of the other girls were cheering me on, urging me to fuck her harder, faster, and deeper. Annette wrapped her legs around me, and held on tight, her body absorbing a furious pace of thrusts. The lounge was creaking, and sinking into the sand, but I had just enough energy to finish.

"GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN!" I yelled, yanking my dick out of her just before it exploded. Undirected, it spat ropes of cum in a wide arc, sending semen splattering all over Annette's curvaceous form, the lounge, and the feet of a few spectators.

"Mmmmm," Annette moaned, admiring the glop being dragged over her ample curves by gravity. "Nice spread. Good coverage."

"Thank you. I aim to please," I gasped.

"From the looks of things, you don't aim at all!" she giggled, sitting up slowly. "I need to rinse off in the ocean, then I'm going back to my room. I'll see you at dinner tonight."

"And I'll see you in your evening gown," I smiled. "Looking forward to it."

It was true. Beautiful women are beautiful, in and out of their clothes. Some make anything they wear look better, just by their being inside it. I had a feeling most of the women here fell into that category.

Of course, that didn't mean I didn't want to see them in their bathing suits, or out of them. Out of them was even better.

***

When I began this escapade, I had no idea how contests of this sort worked. I still didn't know a lot, but I now understood how this one, in particular, was going to go.

The ladies were going to be sorted into groups of ten. That would make ten groups, but each woman would be part of ten separate groups, for a total of one hundred groups. That's a lot of groups, but that's part of the plan. Each judge would view each group, and rate each woman from one to ten, or last to first, within the group. Points are assigned, the ballots are handed in, and the group is dismissed. The judgements are meant to be quick, first impression opinions, so each group is viewed for only two minutes. Even at that pace, it was going to take over three hours.

Three hours of gorgeous women, dressed in glamorous, sophisticated, incredibly sexy gowns, parading around before my eyes. I was definitely going to be hard the whole time.

The auditorium was set up with a judge's table at the front, and a very small audience area behind. The rest of the room was full of cameras, as the pageant was being streamed online to subscribers, on a pay-per-view basis. One of the tech guys told me the organizers had sold over ten million views, at $20 each. That's $200 million in revenue, more than enough to cover the costs of flights for the judges, accommodation for judges and contestants, and a massive first prize, as well as for the category winners. As much fun as I was having, I was reminded that this is big business. Very big business.

So, it began. Group A1, strutted out onto the stage. Ten pairs of feet, in sexy high heels, on long, smooth legs, displayed in dresses slit to the waist. Above those legs, ten sets of spectacular breasts bulged out, creating cleavage that the cameras caught from many different angles, for the online viewers. Ten radiant smiles, on ten beautiful faces, and ten heads of lustrous hair arranged in sexy, sophisticated styles. My mouth was watering, and this was only the first group.

The parade continued. A1 moved off, and B1 took their place, followed by C1, and so on. I saw faces I knew, from the last couple of days on the island, and received smiles of special significance from them. Mostly, I saw beautiful women I wanted to know. This was torture, and it was just beginning. Similar days of exquisite agony were to follow, for both the swimsuit and nude judgements.

You'd be surprised how quickly three and a half hours can pass, when you're having fun, and I was having a blast. I felt like a kid in 100 candy stores, picking my favourite girl out of each group. That was the easy one to pick, followed by my least favourite. The middle was where it became more difficult, but that was the point of all the groups, to equalize the diversity of the scoring.

Speaking of diversity, this wasn't a one race contest. There were several black girls (a particular favourite of mine), several Asian ladies (equally appealing), and even a few of middle-eastern background (yep, them too). Blondes, brunettes, redheads, long hair and short, it was truly a pageant for all forms of feminine pulchritude. The common denominator was their breasts, which came in all sizes, although it did seem that the predominant size was large, followed by larger, huge, and 'holy fuck'.

Group J10 was on stage now, the final group of the evening. This group had three sets of large, two larger, and three huge. Two of the ladies were clearly in the 'holy fuck' range, and one of those, a delicious, dark beauty with legs a mile long and as ass to die for, received the ten points from me as top in her group. Her tits were roughly the size of her head, but with her sweeping curves, seemed to fit her body perfectly.

With that, the cameras were turned off, and the official part of the day ended. It was time to socialize. The judges were escorted into the next room, where eight enormous, circular tables were set up. One had my name on it, and I took a seat, just as the ladies began to file in, still in their evening gowns. There were fourteen seats around each table, for one judge, and thirteen women.

Thirteen random women. The ladies were free to take the seat of their choice, at the table of their choice, with the judge of their choice. I was happy to see Annette take a seat at my table, among others, a few of which I had met yesterday. I was delighted to find my favourite from group J10, the busty black girl of my dreams, taking the seat next to me.

"Hello," she smiled, flashing her perfect white teeth at me. "We haven't met yet. My name is Vanessa."

"So lovely to meet you, Vanessa," I smiled back, taking her hand. "I must say, you really fill that dress well. Very beautiful."

"Thank you," she nodded, fluttering her long eyelashes at me. "I guess I fill everything I wear quite well. I always have."

"So, your endowment is natural?" I asked, a bit surprised. "With their size, and your slender waist, I would have thought otherwise. I hope you don't mind me saying that."

"Not at all," she smiled, shaking her head. "You're not the first to make that assumption. The men in my life always find them a pleasant surprise, when they get their hands on them. They're all me, thanks to my mother, who was pretty big, herself. Family trait. I love them, and all the attention I get because of them."

"A lot of women don't feel that way," I observed. "Although, if they do, I don't suppose they'll be entering this pageant, will they?" I laughed, directing the question to everyone at the table. Everyone giggled, and shook their heads.

"If you've got them, flaunt them," a brunette displaying a lovely amount of cleavage said, cupping her large rack suggestively. She shook her breasts at me. "If not, buy some, or shut up!" she laughed.

The girls were very relaxed. I suppose the initial pressure was off, now, with the first judging past. There were several bottles of wine on each table, and glasses were being poured all around, with dinner arriving moments later, bringing conversation to a pause while the servers, all women, distributed plates for all of us.

Dinner was nearly as delicious as the company, with succulent, juicy roast beef, and all the fixings. During dinner, I felt Vanessa's leg against mine. Far more than casual contact, she was pressing her thigh against mine intentionally. A smirk tickled the corners of her plump, eminently kissable lips, as she cut her beef into bite sized pieces. Hers done, she took the knife from my right hand, placed it on the table, and began to cut mine.

"I can think of something better for you to do with that hand," she whispered. "I'm not wearing anything under this dress, and I'm horny. Can you help me?"

I smiled, and let my hand venture down, under the table, through the slit in her dress, and between her thighs. Her heat was palpable, and I followed the warmth to her bare labia, which were very moist. I slipped a fingertip into her juicy opening, and she moaned softly.

"Mmmmm, that's the ticket," she smiled, stabbing a piece of beef and feeding it to me. "Just a sec," she said, shifting her position in her seat, slightly. "There. How's that? Easier?"

It was, and I nodded, adding a second finger, and sliding them deeper inside her pussy. She was quite wet, confirming her statement about being horny. I felt something against the side of my finger, and slid over to investigate further. I touched it, and she gasped quietly.

"Ooooo, if you play with that, you're gonna make me cum, for sure," she smiled.

It was, of course, her clit, and it was very large, and aroused. I was wishing I could get down, between her legs, and plant a big kiss on it, but that might have to wait. In lieu of using my tongue, I circled the swollen bud gently with a fingertip.

"Oh god!" she hissed, putting her hands down on the table. Her fingers tightened around the knife and fork, and when I looked at her face, I saw her eyes closed, a look of intense concentration on her brow. Her breathing was sharp, causing her huge tits to quiver in the gaping neckline of her dress.

Everyone at the table knew exactly what was going on, and most had stopped eating to watch Vanessa squirm in her chair, enjoying my fingers in and on her cunt. To my left, where a seat had remained unoccupied until now, a girl from another table took advantage, and moved her dinner and drink into the vacant spot.

"Hi, I'm Dannielle," she smiled, tucking a wisp of blonde hair behind her ear. "This looks like a fun table. I hope you don't mind me joining you."

She didn't wait for a reply, and I certainly wasn't going to say 'no', since she was already levering my zipper open with her delicate hand. She reached in, and extracted my stiff penis, carefully avoiding scratching it or bending it too roughly. Her hand started to stroke it.

"Nice cock," she smiled.

"Oh fuck," Vanessa gasped, still frozen in place. My fingers probed and caressed further. "Oh fuck," she repeated, her hips rolling under her, as she hunched down deeper in her chair. "Like that. Oh fuck, yeah, like that."

"What she said," I moaned, looking at Dannielle, who was licking her lips and staring at my hard cock. Pre-cum oozed freely. She scooped some up, and licked it off her fingers, letting out a soft moan of her own, then getting back to work. Her hand spread the slippery fluid around, letting her slide it full length.

Perhaps this is the sexual equivalent of patting the top of your head while rubbing your stomach? It took a fair amount of concentration to keep my fingers on Vanessa's clit while Dannielle was jerking me off so nicely. Both my pleasure circuits, for giving and receiving, were nearing the overload point.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm hmmm, mmmmm hmmm," Vanessa mumbled, tilting her head back. Her mouth opened slightly. "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh... a little more, so fucking good."

"Excuse me, I dropped my napkin," Dannielle purred, tossing it over her shoulder. She ducked under the table, obviously intent on sucking my cock.

A thud, and the table jumped slightly.

"Ow!" Dannielle gasped from underneath.

"Serves you right, lucky bitch," Annette laughed. "I was just about to move over there, myself."

"Oh, god!" I moaned, as a warm mouth found its way over the head of my cock.

"Oh, god!" Vanessa groaned, as my finger diddled her clit furiously. The clatter of plates, cutlery and conversation partially drowned out her words. "I'm gonna cum!" she spat, clenching her teeth. "GNNA... GNAHHHHHN... GNAHHHHHNNNNN!"

THOSE words were not drowned out, as she screeched through her orgasm, drenching my hand. Heads around the room turned, and a smattering of applause was heard, while she shuddered in her chair.