I crawled onto the foot of the bed and made my way toward Dina. While I did so I watched with pleasure as Dina’s mind was once again blown by the sight of my boobs hanging down while I was on my hands and knees. I gave her just what she wanted. I straightened up when my knees were straddling her hips, and then slowly bent forward, letting my boobs hang over her face, then slowly bury it in warm softness. She tried to catch my nipples with her mouth as they were sinking lower, but her aim was terrible. She was so ecstatic it didn’t matter. She was in heaven, rubbing my boobs all over her face and kissing and sucking them. Her arms were barely big enough to get around them, but she made it work just fine. We played this way for a while, her fascination showing no signs of wearing off. She loved the way it looked when she pushed my boobs up against my chest. Her hand would sink into my breast up to the wrist when she held it up, and she loved the star pattern her hands made on my areolas as they squished between her fingers. I don’t know how long she lay there bench pressing my boobs, but it was kind of a long time, and after a while my elbows were killing me. I sat up to rest my arms, Dina took another rip on her pen, and we shared a cup of water.
I hopped off the bed to take off my own crotch-stained pants and panties, then used our sweat towel from before to wipe off the remaining pussy juice between my legs. I reached under the bed and snagged a bottle of lube from my sex box before getting back on the bed with Dina. Shit was about to get sapphic.
I lay beside her and she immediately rolled on top of me and began an earnest campaign of nipple sucking. While she was working on my right boob, I pushed my left one up to my face so I could join the fun. When she saw me put my nipple into my mouth and start sucking, her jaw dropped and the nipple she had in her mouth fell out.
“Get out!” she said, a little too loudly. “You can suck your own nipples? No fucking way, that’s insane!”
“Yup, that’s my other party trick. Well, actually, this is.”
I grabbed my nipples and put both of them in my mouth at once. (I used to be able to hold up my boobs with my mouth this way, but they grew too big for that the year before) This novel display elicited a very stoned-sounding cheer of approval from Dina, and she began laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s not even funny, I don’t know why I’m laughing, I’m just so fucking blown away by your body, I kind of can’t believe this is real.”
“It’s fucking real alright,” I said, putting her hand between my legs. “I want you, Dina. I want you on me and in me.”
Dina turned her head to the side sharply and stayed that way for a moment, then turned back, smiling.
“Sorry, I thought I had to sneeze.”
She may have, but whatever the reason was, there were real tears in her eyes. I wasn’t imagining it this time.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, kind of worried.
“Yeah, it’s just allergies.”
“In March?”
“Indoor allergies.”
I knew better than to keep prying, and she knew better than to leave any silence after a phony-sounding answer like that. She held out her cupped hand and said “lube me.” I delivered a generous squirt of liquid into her palm, and she immediately splashed it all over my boobs. I should have seen that coming. As you can imagine, she went to work, making sure that every inch of my chest got slathered with slippery lube and having a great time picking up one boob at a time and letting it slip through her hands. I put some lube on my hand and put it on her pussy. She stopped moving as if she’d been shocked, then I ran my fingers up her slit and she melted into my arms like caramel.
I like to think that my hand game is pretty good. Obviously I know what I like, but I also learned a lot from a woman I fooled around with years before. I put that knowledge into action on Dina’s hot wet pussy. I found out which of The Six Styles of clit stroking she liked the best, and then made variations on that. It was only a few minutes before she was moaning and bucking so hard I almost had trouble holding her down. I could have let her flail, there was nothing fragile nearby, but I got a domme-y kind of pleasure from restraining her just with my hands. I had handcuffs in my sex box, but I didn’t want to use them with Dina.
After I’d gotten her off once that way, I felt emboldened to put my middle finger in her hole. There was a glistening trail of grool dripping out of it, and I gathered some on my finger before gently penetrating first her labia, then the opening of her vagina, then the inside. I watched Dina’s face to gauge her reaction, and she seemed to like it, so I started fucking her gently with my finger, then stroking her g spot. This didn’t seem to get any better response than the ordinary fingerblasting, so I went back to that, added another finger, and began rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. That got the kind of feedback I was looking for, so I kept it up, made sure the tempo was even, and that everything was as consistent as possible. That simple combo had Dina quaking like it was an exorcism in under a minute, she was already so close to cumming again. I kept going until I felt her pussy clench on my fingers a couple more times, then I let her off the hook.
Dina was panting, trying to catch her breath, laughing softly, and running her hands though my hair. I was kind of hoping she would push my head down onto her clit, but she didn’t. I took the lead again, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and pushed my face between them, savoring the scent of her sex before covering it completely with my wide open mouth. After lapping up the grool that had accumulated at the bottom of her pussy and slathering it all over her clit, I had to break away and share it with her, it tasted so good. I crawled forward and put my mouth on hers, letting her taste her own juice. We kissed gently, our bruised lips still sore from our first kiss. She loved it. She was having trouble puckering her lips to make out because she was smiling too much.
I went back down on her, holding her thighs against my head as I toyed with her clit, sucking it, stroking it with my lips, then beginning to massage it with the smooth underside of my tongue. I slipped my fingers back in her vagina so I could tickle her from the inside while I began licking her in earnest. She ran her hands through my hair, stopping now and then to grab handfuls and pull gently. It felt delicious. She was moaning more now too, begging me to make her cum again and repeating my name, making my own pussy tingle in response to her affection. Hearing her say my name like that was stimulating me more than anything in my fantasies had, I never thought about how good it would feel to hear her express her appreciation for the pleasure I gave her. I felt like like a sex goddess, bestowing orgasms on this fair maiden so that she would worship me even more.
I already talked up my hand game, my mouth game is pretty strong too. My previous experience had taught me to stay away from gimmicks like writing the alphabet, or trying to make as much noise with my tongue as possible, and to stick with the basics of steady rhythm with a little bit of suction. Dina’s pussy convulsed over and over again while I licked her clit and finger fucked her at the same time. Her juice ran down the back of my hand and smeared onto my sheets. By the time my tongue was too sore to continue, she was like a wet noodle and my two fingers were all pruny.
By this time I was getting antsy for a little action myself, so I wriggled up on top of her again, making sure to rub my boobs all over her along the way. I smiled, picked up my left one, and set it under her chin, then rolled it up onto her face so that my nipple stuck right in her mouth. She began suckling eagerly, her eyes darting from mine to the enormous boob covering her face like a snowdrift and back again. Letting her continue, I leaned in so that my mouth was brushing her ear, and kissed the lobe, sucking on it gently. I licked the outside of her auricle and gave her the warmest wettest willy of all time with my tongue.
“I want you to make me cum too, Dina,” I breathed into her ear.
“Switch places” she said bluntly.
I did as I was told and lay on the bed. She climbed on top and straddled my right leg, grinding against my inner thigh. Then she put her head between my boobs again, pushing them together, smothering herself in my big soft breasts. I hoped she didn’t think this was going to make me cum, because she hadn’t so much as touched my pussy yet, and that was definitely going to be necessary. I like having my boobs played with, but I can’t actually get off on it the way some women apparently can.
“Um, honey?” I said, gently tapping the small patch of Dina’s head that was visible between my boobs, “That’s not gonna do it.”
“What?” she said, like a diver coming up for air.
“I said that’s not going to do it, I’m going to need you to…”
“I know, I was just getting another titty fix before I go to work, don’t worry.”
I felt her hand go between my legs and closed my eyes, wanting to focus on the sensation. First she cupped my fat pussy in her hand, gently squeezing the puffy lips like she was trying to determine the ripeness of an exotic fruit. Then her fingers passed between them and touched the hot slippery inside. She stroked with an upward motion a few times, then felt for my clit. Once her fingers found it, she started to rub it lightly with a circular movement, stirring me up and making my body involuntarily push harder against her hand. In response, Dina used a little more pressure and quickened the tempo slightly. It was nice, but it wasn’t what I was craving. Read more »