Hi, I'm June and I would like to tell you about the fun I have had because I have big tits. I tried to post the introductory part last week but I probably started a little too early in my formative years so it wasn't accepted, sorry. I'm going to miss out all those bits and jump straight to the time when I was commuting into London by train. I'd been working in Knightsbridge for about three months, travelling over an hour each way each day. I'd finally found my seat. Commuters old and new will know what I mean. It was going to be a hot day and I was dressed accordingly in a low cut, short summer dress. Lots of tit on display and loads of leg. I pretended I hadn't realised all the men were ogling me, but they were and I enjoyed it. All except the man opposite. He had got in ahead of me and claimed the seat to the left of the door, like it was his own. I claimed the seat on the right. He looked at my legs and as far up my skirt as he could without getting down to it. He studied my tits before looking me right in the eye, holding it just long enough to show he enjoyed what he had seen but not long enough to make me feel uncomfortable then winked. At the terminus all the other commuters piled out. He waited until the carriage was empty then started to get himself organised. I did the same. All without a word being spoken. He alighted then turned to help me. “Thank you,” he said, “I look forward to seeing more of you tomorrow.” Then he walked off. I spent a lot of time working out what to wear the following day that he would enjoy but not so much those that tried to hide their pleasures from me. I left my tights off and didn't hold my knees together quite so carefully while I read my 'My Weekly' magazine. By Wednesday morning I had trimmed my bush so that it didn't spill out either side of my small knickers and had worked out an artful way of working my hem up while reading my magazine. He was reading a small magazine called 'Health and Efficiency'. We waited until everybody had left then he gave me his little magazine saying that he thought I might enjoy it. I quickly realised it had little to do with healthy exercise and a lot more to do with getting your clothes off with other people. The thought made my knickers wet. I was at the platform early on Thursday, waiting for him. I wanted more information. He had two previous editions in his brief-case for me. I read them on the train while he discovered I had left my knickers off. On Friday morning I had my office wear in a bag. The skirt and blouse that I was wearing being totally unsuitable for the typing pool. I was waiting when he arrived on the platform. He told me he was the chairman of a similar club where naturist principles fitted nicely into their other interests. I asked 'what other interests' and he offered me the latest newsletter, hot off the press that day. The newsletter was something else! The inside front cover was a silhouette of a lady standing between two men, holding their hands. Inside the back cover was one man holding the hands of two ladies. It was very clear that all were naked. There was a very rude story about Alan and Sylvia's holiday in France. Profiles of five new members. Apparently Linda loved both men and women in all positions and Raymond and Patricia loved to swap partners with other couples and remain in the same room. Diana was partial to bondage and Cynthia enjoyed light spanking. Right at the back was an erotic fiction about a young lady on a train. She had long legs and big tits, wore a short skirt and no knickers. All the men spent the entire journey looking lustfully at her but didn't have the courage to even talk to her. She seemed oblivious to it all. She read her My Weekly but never turned a page. Her mind was imagining all the men in the train ravaging her, one by one and all together. It went into incredible detail, she being fucked in every hole, bound, spanked, taken and just about everything I had ever dreamed of! When I came he looked at me and winked. He helped me off the train as had become customary. My thighs were covered with my juices and I told him so! “Would you have a coffee with me in the station buffet this evening?” he asked. At seven that evening I was back in my 'unsuitable for the typing-pool' clothes and we were on the way to his, to meet his wife. Yes, you read that correctly. She was the club secretary and typed up and printed the Newsletter. Belinda was a lovely lady, neat and trim in a homely way about the same age as her husband, 40-45 ish? She was warm and friendly and welcoming. I felt totally at ease immediately. So much so that when she gently asked 'are you a virgin, dear?' I told her that I wasn't and that I had officially lost it on holiday the previous year, without hesitation. I told her that two Spanish waiters had taken me to their flat and shared me all night. She asked how I had felt about that and I admitted that I wished I had gone to that bar on the first night of the holiday and not the last. “And now your boyfriend looks after your needs, I take it?” she suggested. I had to tell her I didn't have a boyfriend, that all the men ran a mile when I approached. I then told her I had to resort to pleasuring myself but it wasn't anywhere as good as the two Spanish waiters. “You poor girl,” she said, “You are on the pill I hope?” I told her I was. “John,” she said, “poor June needs a damn good fucking! Be a dear and help her out.” John stood up and held out his hand. I stood and took hold of it. He turned me around to stand in front of him and started to undo the three remaining buttons on my blouse. I stood straight, shoulders back and tits out. He passed my blouse to his wife then went behind me and unclipped my bra, easing it from my shoulders he passed that to his wife before cupping my breasts and slowly massaging them while his wife watched his every move. Her eyes were shining with pleasure. With the zip undone my skirt fell to the floor and I was naked! I tingled with excitement. “Take her upstairs, dear, give poor June a good seeing to, I'll be up directly.” I was on the verge of my second climax on John's cock when Belinda entered the bedroom. She was naked with a solid overall tan, firm tits, flat belly and a smooth pussy. She watched me riding her husband's cock with obvious delight. Putting one foot up on the bed she started to rub her clitty while encouraging me to even greater efforts. Once I had collapsed and rolled off of John she went straight down on him, licking and sucking my juices from his cock. “Ummm, you taste divine June, I'd like to taste you first hand when you are ready. Would you give me a hand cleaning your juices from this cock?” I would and I did. We both played with John's cock for a good while. Belinda threatened dire consequences should he cum. She straddled him, “Don't you cum in me husband!” she instructed, “June needs this first load of your cum. She has waited far too long for a pussy full of fresh spunk.” She started to fuck him urgently. “That's not fair!” moaned John, “June, stroke her cunt! Slow her down or I'll not last the night!” Without any conscious thought I stroked down Belinda's beautiful tits, across her flat belly and between her legs. I found John's cock as she hammered down on it and moved my fingers up to her clit. I squeezed it between thumb and fore finger and rolled it around before rubbing it hard against her bone. I felt her action falter as my stroking took immediate effect. Rubbing clits to climax I could do! I'd practised every night for a year. “That's good!” he exclaimed, “suck her nipples! Bite her tits!” I knelt on the bed, legs wide for balance and finger-fucked and sucked and bit like my life depended on it. Belinda slowly ground to a stop with her husband's cock buried to the hilt inside her. I didn't stop finger-fucking her nor did I stop kissing and nibbling her tits. I felt her hand slide over my belly, she started to finger-fuck me. John joined in taking a handful of his wife's right tit and sliding two fingers into my cunt. Belinda and I came together and when she rolled off his cock I went straight down on him to tidy him up. John emptied his first load of spunk into my cunt about half an hour later. Belinda went straight down on me and brought me to a massive orgasm while she liked and sucked his spunk from my cunt. When I had recovered I started on John again making him hard so he could fuck his wife. He took her doggy while I played with her tits and clit, she was very vocal, demanding more from both of us until the pair of them came. I licked her clean, revelling in in the taste of husband and wife cum mixed together. When she begged me to stop I started on John's cock. I was insatiable. I got home about midday Saturday. I had a pussy full of John's spunk where he had fucked me straight after Belinda had checked that he had properly shaved me smooth. The house was empty, Mum's bed hadn't been slept in, as usual, and for the first time in my life I didn't resent it. I love my big tits! L&K's June xxx More if you want it.