her first nipple orgasm [MF] (continued from prior post)

Hey all, here is part two of the prior story! Upvote and follow if you want more: it motivates me :)

The next day, Steph and I spent the whole day texting like nothing had happened. It was as though we were still just friends, and hadn’t made each other cum less than 24 hours ago. It wasn’t awkward ignorance, it was comfortable: after all, we were really good friends. At around 5, she asked me to come over for 6. I agreed heartily, and hopped in the shower to get ready.

I parked outside her apartment and knocked on her door. She answered with her usual smile and a hug. I noticed immediately that she was wearing a black tank top with no bra. Her nipples were already straining against the fabric, and I almost lost it right then and there. But I held it together.

She led me into her room, where she already had her laptop set up on the far end of the bed. I hopped onto her bed, and leaned against the headboard, sitting up. This was not unusual for us. She started streaming my favorite Disney movie (Coco, underrated as fuck) on her laptop and then slid up toward the headboard. Things broke off from the usual when, instead of sitting next to me, she slid into my side and curled into me.

I slid my arm around her, and we naturally moved to cuddle. She released a contented sigh, and in conjunction with the physical contact, it made my dick stir. She didn’t seem to notice. I began stroking her hip and shoulder where my arm lay, and she continued making her contented noises.

After about 15 minutes of this, she asked if she could re-adjust. She spread my legs, and climbed in between them, facing the same direction as me so we could both see the screen while she lay on me. There was no way she didn’t feel my cock throbbing against her pretty little ass, but it didn’t seem to bother her as she pressed against me. My arms naturally wrapped around her waist, and hands naturally rested on her hips and stomach. I began stroking her gently, and her contented sighs turned to heavy breathing. I massaged her hips and stomach, teasing from the underside of her breasts to her bikini line, while I kissed the back of her neck.

“Is this ok?” I asked after kissing her neck: we hadn’t discussed it prior.

“Yes, please.”

I continued, eventually moving to stroke her thighs. I know she didn’t want to have sex and was iffy about below the belt stuff, so I avoided touching her pussy, but I got close enough to really get her going.

I moved back up to her hips, the movie all but abandoned at this point. Totally ignored. She then whispered

“You can touch them. Please touch them.”

She then took my hands in her own, and guided them up to her breasts. I immediately began massaging and groping them. They felt even better than they looked, and that is saying something. I felt her nipples harden again under my touch as her breathing sped up. I ran my forefinger gently across the nubs, and her breath hitched at the contact: even through her tank top. She wasn’t kidding about the sensitivity.

We must have spent a half hour like that, her laying into me while I massaged her tits and teased her nipples. Eventually, I asked her if she wanted more. She nodded enthusiastically, and I slid my hands under her tank top to stroke her back. She allowed me to lift the tank top over her head, and free her breasts. I was awestruck by them, even with an over the shoulder view. They were ballpark C cups, and crowned by coin sized areolas and the prettiest pink nipples. The nubs were hard and nearly pinky sized thick, begging for attention. Who was I to deny?

I laid her down, and after making sure it was ok, I began to kiss her neck. I moved to her collarbone, and eventually, her breasts. I kissed the tops, relishing the feel of the softness against my lips. I kissed in a wide circle around her breasts, never venturing further than the areola. Her hands slid into my hair, and her grip tightened and guided my head. She was getting needy, so I obliged.

Without warning, I drew a nipple into my mouth. I began to gently suck while I flicked my tongue over it. Her reaction was instant and intense. Her breath hitched, she moaned, she twitched, and her grip tightened in my hair, holding me against her breasts. I slid a hand up to her other breast to grope and rub her other nipple while I suckled the first. I switched up my technique every so often, from tongue flicks, to swirls, to deep sucking, to licking, and even some gentle nibbling. She was in apparent ecstasy throughout, grabbing my hair and holding me close.

We lay like that for a long time. I am stimulating and suckling her pretty pink nipples while she massages my head, neck, and back. Eventually, I ramp up the intensity, as my own desires get the better of me. After a particularly deep round of sucking, when I drew her nipple deep into my mouth and swirling my tongue over it, her breathing went shallow and she went rigid. I knew what was happening almost immediately, and did what all good lovers do: I continued exactly as I was, sucking on one and rolling the other with my hands. Her hips began to buck, and she grabbed my hair so hard it hurt while she held my attending mouth to her breast.

After thirty seconds or so, the bucking slowed and her breathing stabilized. I slowed my suckling, and eventually detached from her. I slid up beside her, and she immediately threw her arms around me and curled into me. Adorable. I asked her if she came, and told her that if she was going to touch herself I could have helped. She said she did cum, but she didn’t touch her clit at all.

“Did I just give you a nipple orgasm, Steph?”

“I think so, it felt sort of like a regular orgasm but…deeper? Like I’m the hollow of my stomach. I think you did.”

We cuddled like that for a long while, her arms wrapped around my waist and face buried in my chest. Eventually, she spoke, shyly.

“I felt you were hard before. Are you still turned on?“

My cock stirred again.

“Yeah.”

“Want me to give you a handjob?”

“Hell yeah.”

We giggled, and she slid her hand to my dick without any ceremony. I was already hard, and she began to stroke me over my pants. Eventually she lowered my sweatpants and I sprang free. She remained cuddled at my side, my arm around her, while she stroked my cock. I was turned on from the earlier events, and so I wasn’t going to last long. I told her so.

“Want to finish on my boobs?”

“Hell yeah, again.”

She lowered herself between my legs, and dangled her tits above me throbbing cock while she stroked. We made eye contact, her pendulous little breasts swinging, and I lost it. I shot rope after dope of cum all over her tits, which she had lowered to my cock, and myself.

“Fuck Jay, that was a lot. Maybe I should have finished you while you were upright so you could cum on them…gravity and all.”

She giggled and I brushed it off. We took a quick shower together, being covered in cum, and then cuddled for a while before I left. I still remember the experience vividly to this day, as she is still very into nipple play and I gave her her first nipple orgasm. Never forget firsts. ;)

xoxo. jay

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