Noelle had moved into my apartment after a falling out with her sorority. I’d known her for some time as she had dated a friend of mine for nearly a year, though they had broken up after freshman year and I had fallen out with him. She and I had stayed friends and the third room’s occupant had moved in with her boyfriend and was looking to sublease.
Noelle was, and still is, very hot. This was a few years back. She’s tall, almost 5’11, and these days you would not hesitate in the slightest to call her a milf. You’d be shocked to learn that she was 40. Back then, I would have just called her statuesque. Fit from sports, long blond hair, beautiful face with lovely deep blue eyes. I know there are a lot of stereotypes about sorority girls and sometimes they are apt. I’ve met my share of slutty, mean, sorority bimbos. But I don’t think most are that way and Noelle wasn’t. At least, not the mean bimbo part. She was always kind and sweet and friendly.
Normally, when I write about a partner or character, I don’t like to go into deep details on their looks. I like my readers to imagine themselves or their own woman as they read. But in this case, for this story, I need to get very specific about Noelle’s breasts. They are the theme. They were large, a bit too large for her frame, but only a bit. And as she was still in her early 20’s they stood straight up, defying gravity. Her nipples though were amazing. Huge. Nearly the width of a nickle and they stuck out almost an inch when she was aroused. And they were very, very, sensitive.
She had boasted before, and I heard heard from my friend that dated her, that they were almost sensitive enough for her to reach orgasm. Eventually, I’d learn that they were indeed sensitive enough for that. That if she couldn’t stop you, if you forced it, she’d cum hard.
I had seen them quite a few times before she moved in. Noelle had a bit of an exhibitionist streak and she was the type to flash her tits to the bartender for a free drink or convince everyone to go skinny dipping. When she moved in, I saw them often. She had even made it part of her agreement before moving in with us. At the time she claimed she was a nudist, but I think she just liked showing off. So she had warned us, that if she moved in, she rarely wore tops. I of course had no problem with it and my other roommate, lets call her Chelsea, didn’t care as long as she didn’t do it around her boyfriend.
I had already gotten used to seeing half nude women as Chelsea, a cute short curvy woman, often walked around the apartment and cooked without wearing pants and sometimes just her undies and a tank top. This isn’t that kind of story though, Chelsea and I were never more than friends. Never even flirted. She wasn’t doing it to tease me, she was just living her life the way she wanted too. I may have looked sometimes, but nothing more.
But when Noelle moved in, it was something else entirely. It was so clearly about teasing, at least just a bit. Of showing off. Of being seen. And with her large nipples, they could get so hard and strained, it was like an arousal barometer. She couldn’t hide it.
I’d just be sitting on the couch watching TV and she’d plop down next to me in nothing but little gym shorts. A flirty move, though she’d pretend other wise. She had a boyfriend when she moved in and I had been seeing Tania (I’ve written some stories about her). So there was just suddenly this beautiful, usually topless (occasionally bottomless) woman living in my apartment.
I enjoyed looking, and she enjoyed being looked at, but neither of us made it lewd. Neither of us pushed past light flirting. Sure she’d come out fully naked sometimes when she knew I was in the kitchen. Her nipples getting hard as she saw my eyes on her, but it was sort of a silly flirty teasing. I didn’t take it seriously and she didn’t either. She appeared in my masturbatory fantasies on occasion, especially when I’d hear her masturbating, loudly.
It didn’t happen often, but seemed to happen more when she knew Chelsea wasn’t home. Noelle would start moaning and it would grow louder as she built to orgasm. Then she’d come out of her room and find me where-ever I was to make comments about how relaxed she was and “I hope I wasn’t too loud” with a bit of a tee-hee flirty laugh. But, as strange as it sounds, we didn’t push it. Just a bit of exhibitionism and voyeurism between two friends.
Until thanksgiving came along. I had broken things off with Tania a week before and was taking some me time. I had to work during the holiday weekend at an internship, so I wasn’t able to go back home, not that I particularly wanted to anyway. So it was Wednesday night, and I thought I was alone in the apartment. I decided it was time to check out my latest porn downloads from bit torrent (for you kids reading, back then there was no such thing as streaming porn) and have some self-love time. I didn’t bother to lock my door or put my headphones on, since I thought I was alone. I’m guessing you can see where this is going.
Noelle in fact was home still. She had decided to leave Thursday morning. I’d have known, but I was playing video games on my pc and watching movies. So I hadn’t heard her moving around in the apartment.
There I am, enjoying some very dirty BDSM pornography, cock in hand, speakers playing the volume loud enough that Noelle could hear, and she just walks in. Which wasn’t weird, this will sound crazy but neither of the two of them ever knocked. If the door wasn’t locked, they were coming in.
I was in pajama pants with my cock out of the fly, and hearing the door knob start to click open I got myself put away. Even buttoned the fly buttoned.
At the time I thought I had sort of gotten away with it. I was clearly watching porn, but my dick was put away. She pretended to not realize, though later admitted that of course she knew and had seen me tucking it away. At the time though, she acted like she had just walked in on me watching. As if just sitting back and watching porn is a normal thing to do.
She was topless, of course, and in gym shorts. She had wanted to know what I was doing and said, though I don’t remember doing this, that I had promised to show her some good BDSM videos. To this day, not that it comes up often, she swears I had promised. But I don’t remember doing it and still think it was a line.
I didn’t know it, but apparently her and her BF were on the rocks and hadn’t been physical in almost 3 weeks. He was at some internship and she was planning on dumping him when he got home. Comically enough, he was feeling the same and knocked up another intern he was working with. They were married before graduation. Use condoms kids.
So there I was, still hard, porn still playing, with a sexy topless woman asking for me to show her some dirty videos. I’m not stupid. I could hear the flirtation in her voice. I could see the obvious upgrade to our relationship happening. The step between flirtation and something dirtier occurring. I wasn’t sure if it would lead to anything, and I was sort of right, at least for that evening.
I said to give me a moment (I needed my erection to subside) and I’d go grab her desk chair from her room. But she just walked into the room saying it wasn’t needed and sat down on my lap. Between her gym shorts and my pajamas, only thin cloth, she must have known, felt, my erection trapped under her ass cheek, but said nothing. So I said nothing and warned her that I had downloaded a ton of random stuff and had no idea what we were about to see. It could be hot. It could be lame. It could be gross or illegal.
She was eager to see, picking titles and discussing what she liked and didn’t like. What was hot. What she’d want to try. We sat like that for awhile as I opened video clips. We learned quickly that while she had a taste for the light bondage and very much enjoyed clips of public nudity, that she didn’t like the heavy extreme stuff, except for forced orgasms. She had thought those were hot and just wished their was less rope and slapping.
As we watched, she slowly wiggled. Not all at once. It took maybe 20 minutes. But she maneuvered my erection to between her ass cheeks and sat forward enough that it was pressing against her pussy. After that she began to slowly, very slowly, grind on me. As I said, I’m not stupid, I don’t need a woman to be half nude on my lap grinding me to realize it might be a ‘hint,’, but when I put my hand on her shoulder, she stopped me and said, “I have a boyfriend, lets just watch.” But she didn’t stop grinding.
Mixed signals.
I ran out of new downloads around the time that she was clearly, clearly, grinding her crotch against my erection. Again I tried to make my move and leaned forward to kiss her upper back. But she got up and turned. She was smiling, but trying to look stern while she said “I told you RD, I have a boyfriend.” But her smile was flirtatious and her cheeks and chest were flushed and her nipples were hard. I had seen them erect before, but never like this. They were pointing out and looked as hard as stone.
She left my room, sayings she had to get up early to drive home. I was stunned and at a loss for what to do. The mixed signals were strong and I chose the safe route. She had said no and I would accept it. When she started to masturbate, loudly, I realized she hadn’t heard her bedroom door close.
I wasn’t sure what to do, but decided it was an invitation. So I got up and walked to her room. Listening to her moaning growing louder as I did. And as I thought, her door was wide open. She was sitting on the bed, turned sideways, so that her crotch was pointing at the door. Her legs opened, one hand rubbing furiously while the other was on her breast, pinching and rubbing her nipple.
I started to step in, but Noelle said again, “I have a boyfriend RD.” I stopped and watched and thought. She didn’t slow down, if anything with my eyes on her, she sped up, seemed to spread her legs wider. She said she had a BF. That isn’t the same as saying “don’t watch” or “don’t come in.”
She slid two of her fingers inside herself and switched the nipple she was playing with, her eyes where on me, clearly enjoying being watched. I realized, clearly, that she wanted me to watch. That wasn’t a question. But I guessed she was torn on whether or not to do more. That she both wanted, and didn’t want me, to come further in.
I decided on the safer route again. I unsnapped my fly and began to stroke myself while watching her. Her eyes went straight to my cock and her moaning increased.
I didn’t know this at the time, but Noelle loved joint masturbation. Loved being watched and seeing a guy masturbate while watching her. She’s one of those women that actually thinks photo cum tributes are hot.
And that’s what we did. She came soon after I started masturbating. I was getting close as she neared her second and lost control when I saw her sneak a pinky into her ass. She hadn’t liked the anal videos we watched, had commented that she didn’t like it. But of course, their is a difference between a cock and a finger. And a much bigger difference between doing it for your own pleasure, and doing it as an exhibitionist. The finger, I would learn later, was just for me. And it worked.
I was so stunned that I made a mess on her carpet. But she said to leave it when I started to leave to get something to clean. Still rubbing herself. Still rolling the big nipples in her fingers. One. Then the other. I stayed watching her through her third orgasm, when she collapsed onto her bed giggling at herself. At me. At the mess I had made. I grabbed a towel to wipe it up and as I did, she said, “I sort of wish that had been on my tits, but I don’t think (bf) would like that.”
She said she really needed to sleep and I left and went to my own room where I seriously wondered had I made the right choice. It turned out that I had chosen the right path. Noelle told me later that the whole thing had been spontaneous. That she had been desperately horny after her BF had been out of town for a few weeks and that she hadn’t meant to do any of it. It had just happened and then she had felt my dick under her and just went with it. But she was glad I didn’t push it. She would tell me, when we finally did hook up, that if I had pushed, she likely would have slept with me. But then she would have been mad at herself, and me, and it would have ended up a one time thing.
Instead, we developed a sort of game. It wouldn’t happen often. But for the next few months, about once every other week, she’d come back to my room, when our other roommate wasn’t home.
I don’t want to get to deep into the first two times. But she broke up with her BF and a week or so later it happened. She came to my room and coyly asked to watch porn again. She gave a ‘hint’, that I can only jokingly call a hint as it was more like a baseball bat to the head. I was in jeans and she said something like “oh, it won’t be comfortable sitting on your lap, why not take them off and just sit in your boxers.” Not sure how you can get more clear than that.
Those first two times went about the same. Noelle sat in my lap and ground on me, but this time she didn’t stop my hands as they explored her body and her breasts. I learned how sensitive her nipples were first hand. She could almost orgasm from playing with them. They felt so lovely in my fingers. I know some women with large nipples are sensitive about how they look, but they are truly fun to play with. But the pleasure/pain/pressure would get to strong and she’d have to stop me and guide my hand into her shorts to finish what the nipples started. I asked her if she’d ever pushed through it and she said she’d always stopped or made her lover stop. But one day, she’d like to try.
I’d get her off with my hand two or three times while she ground on me and then eventually she’d get on her knees and stroke/suck me while I watched the porn and her mouth as my cock slid in and out of it. The first time she got me close but not over, so I took hold and finished into her open mouth. The second, she finished me with her hands onto her breasts. Then looked me in the eye as she scooped it up with her fingers to suck off. Which led to a another round and a lovely 69 that finished with my jacking off into her mouth again.
Both experiences were fun and hot, but this is a story about her nipples. This is a story about forcing her to orgasm with only her nipples.
The third time came a few weeks after the second. We really didn’t talk or plan them, they sort of happened on her whim. I’d learn eventually that they ALWAYS happened when she was ovulating. A time during which she always became painfully horny, but was also the most fertile, which was also why she usually wanted to limit things to oral and heavy petting. She didn’t entirely trust condoms and didn’t like being on the pill.
I had made some changes to my room, prompted in part by having gotten a large TV as a gift for Christmas, and in part by imagining how it might change my play with Noelle. I had linked my PC to the TV. My bed was set against the wall with a shelf set into the wall at the height of the bed. I turned a section of that shelf into a small mouse pad. We could watch downloaded movies, pornographic or otherwise, in bed, on the big screen.
Noelle came in this time in a loose top and lacy panties, she peeked her head in, smiling, and asked if I wanted to watch some porn. Yes. Yes, I did. She had stripped off the shirt before even locking my door behind her. Her large nipples were already sticking straight out. And then giving me a teasing wiggle, turned, bent over at the waist, and slowly slid her panties off giving me a full view of her ass and pussy. I could see that it was already wet.
I had experience with forced orgasms at this point and had seen that she liked them and light bondage. And I was very, very, curious if she could orgasm from her nipples alone. So, I had a pair of hand-cuffs. The sort they sell in porn stores, that can open with a switch, and have fluffy insides to keep from irritating the skin. I had set them to the side for her next visit.
I held them up after she turned back to me and asked, “would you like to wear these while we watch?” She did.
I stripped off my clothes, my cock already pointing up and out and sat down on my bed, propping myself up with a number of pillows. I had my legs open wide. I had her sit between my legs, my cock against her lower back, and put her hands behind her back, down where they could get to my cock. I locked them there and she started to stroke me immediately.
I put on one of the videos I had gotten. No clue what at this point. Light Bondage. Probably amateur. Maybe a threesome, she liked any sort of threesome. As the video played, she continued to stroke me while I let me hands roam her body. I started with her shoulders and ran my hands down her arms. I kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulders while I let me hands move around her chest. Rubbing her breasts, then slowly starting to tease and play with her large nipples.
I didn’t play long enough for her to stop me. That would come later. Instead I continued my roam and let my hands run across her sides, her belly, her legs, and found her wet sex. I stroked it for a bit while my other hand went back to her nipples. Then, both hands on her breasts, squeezing, letting my palms slide across her skin, the nipples. Then I focused in.
They were, as I have said, huge. And the way she would moan as I played with them. Not just the happy sighs of pleasure most women give, but an orgasmic moaning. A pleasure is building moaning. The sort of noise you normally here once you get a rhythm going on their clit or find their g-spot. As I toyed with Noelle’s nipples, she began to twitch in my lap, grinding her ass into me as she continued to stroke and rub my cock.
I kissed her shoulders as I increased the pressure on her nipples. Twisting them lighting between my fingers, letting my finger tips brush across them, switching the pleasure up, trying to delay how sensitive they would get as orgasm approached. By the end of the first video, as I took my hands off her to switch to the next, she was moaning and grunting, her body pushing into mine. I thought she might be getting close to the point she normally stopped me.
So I told her, “I’m not going to stop unless you say red and I want you to try not to do that.”
She gasped and whined but I heard “OK” and I kept going. I reached both hands down between her legs to her pussy and wet my fingers. Oiling them for her nipples. And the moan she gave when my fingers got back to her nipples, was so loud that I thought for a moment I had pushed her over the edge. But not yet. I continued to bite and kiss at her shoulders and back.
I began to work her by sliding my fingers across her nipples to roll them a bit before letting them loose to slide back into position and starting over. A motion that I had noticed had really gotten her going the last time. Within a few moments, she was bucking and moaning in my lap and I could hear the pleasure sounds turning more into discomfort, whining noises. Pleasure mixed with pain. Pleasure overwhelming.
“Stop stop,” she said. But I didn’t. I just whispered, “if you really want me to stop, say red.”
Her hand was barely moving on my cock now, but that was fine. This was her time, her pleasure. Her experience. I was curious what was going to happen as she whined and moaned and writhed. As my fingers continued to work and work her nipples. I stopped here and there to re-wet them, but other than that, I was relentless.
She started saying, no, and stop, between grunts and whines. Her entire body tensing more and more. Flexing against me. I whispered encouragements. “You are so hot,” I said. “Push through it,” I said. “I want you to cum for me,” I said. Time passed as she twisted. As she tried to move away from me. But I held her tight and my fingers kept twisting, rolling, sliding, pulling, non stop.
Then she started to say “FUCK FUCK FUCK” and her entire body went rigid against mine as she let out a screaming FUCK at the top of her lungs and came, CAME, from the nipple play. And midway through the orgasm, because I still hadn’t stopped, she gasped out “red” and I stopped and simply held her through the last of it. I undid the handcuffs and laid her down as it subsided. As strange as it sounds, it was the first time we kissed. Really kissed. She pulled me into it, making out naked in bed as she recovered from the orgasm.
It wasn’t the best she had had or the strongest. But overcoming the pressure, the need to stop, had blown her mind, had overloaded and winded her. She even told me later that it sparked a renewed interest in bondage. She’d learn with future lovers that being tied and forced into multiple orgasms, any kind, past the point where she was begging to stop, were some of the best orgasms to be had. When she got married, I jokingly asked if they had a Sybian on the gift list and she said, “why would we need two?”
We made out for awhile like that and eventually she pushed me onto my back and went down on me. We had watched a video of a woman getting titty fucked and as she sucked and sucked, knowing she’d likely not get me off, she asked if I wanted to try that.
I pushed her onto her back and she pressed her breasts together for me to fuck. She played with her own nipples as I did it. As I slid my cock into and out of the friction she was creating, only having her spit for lube, as she let her finger tips tease her nipples. I finished by pushing my way into her mouth and shuddering as she swallowed.
I went straight back to playing with her, one hand between her legs, my mouth on one nipple, the size of a cherry in my mouth and the other nipple in my other hand. Licking, sucking, twisting, pulling, fingering, sliding against her clit. Pleasuring her until she came again. Pleasuring her until she asked if I had any condoms. Which I did.
The sex was good, though we were both already tired and spent by then. I lay on top of her, sliding in and out, so that I could still touch and feel her chest. My mouth, my teeth, gently squeezing as I fucked her. It was nice, though we only fucked a few times. Neither of us liked condoms and she had stopped taking the pill. Generally we would just touch each other. Or, on two occasions, just watch each other masturbate.
It would happen a number of more times before the end of the year. Sort of roommates. Sort of fuck buddies. Sort of masturbation partners. But neither of us took it seriously. I liked much more hardcore stuff than she did and she had started to court an ex-sorority sister. I had hopes for a threesome, but alas, it wasn’t to happen. And before the end of the semester, we both had girlfriends anyway.
We called the game quits, but for the last few weeks we lived together, she always seemed to find ways to strut in front of me, to bend over in front of me in just panties. Cynthia, my new girlfriend, thought the whole thing was strange, but got off to hearing me tell the story. If you’ve read any of Cynthia’s stories, you’d know, that we’d eventually learn she was a cuckquean and while I never slept with Noelle again, Cynthia would often use her as a fantasy figure.
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