“Watch this,” I said, standing up and walking over to my bed. “One of my party tricks.” I got on the bed and lay back, boxing in my boobs between my folded arms. Giggling a little bit, I began to bounce rhythmically so that they started sloshing and undulating with cylindrical harmonics. Dina watched all of this with rapt attention, and then, unable to resist, she reached out to encircle the boob closest to her with both arms. Her tiny hands made it look even larger than it was, and carefully picking up my breast like it was a sleeping goose, she lifted it, leaned forward, and sunk her whole face into it up to her ears as if it was a wash basin. She stood there beside the bed, immersed in my body, whimpering softly and sucking my nipple like her life depended on it.
Being worshiped like this sent my lust-addled brain in flying loops of horny satisfaction. The damp spot on my jeans had grown to the size of a dessert plate, and I could feel the sticky fabric clinging to my inner thighs. I waited until she came up for breath again, and then with my hands under her arms, I dragged her bodily up onto the bed, setting her on top of me so that we were face to face.
Sensations came at me all at once. Seeing her gray-blue eyes up close, seeing how she hadn’t plucked her eyebrows to nothing like I assumed, she just didn’t have any. Feeling her soft locks falling against my forehead, light as spider silk. Feeling her chest rise and fall between my hands as I held her, her open lips quivering with each breath. Barely being able to make out her heartbeat above the crashing thunder of my own. Smelling her sandalwood shampoo mingled with the sweet smell of her skin and the intoxicating musk of her sweat. Feeling her hot wine-soaked breath warming my lips and tickling my nose. Feeling her sharp elbows pushing against my forearms and her tiny precious hands gripping my tensed biceps.
She whimpered in surrender as her desire finally overcame all inhibition, and she plunged downward, putting her open mouth tight against mine. What followed was the most torrid, impassioned kiss I have ever experienced in my life to this day. Usually when I kiss, I tease my partner by waiting a minute before my tongue comes out to play, but there was no time for that. Our bodies were screaming for each other and we made out like wild animals. She reached under my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair, squeezing just enough so that she tugged at my roots sensually without pulling too hard. In return, I grasped her head firmly with both hands, taking control and steering her mouth where I wanted it, first lazily sucking on her lips, then playfully biting her chin, her earlobes, then right back to kissing ferociously. I literally saw her eyes roll back a couple of times like a shark while I manhandled her head to the side, kissing her neck and nipping playfully at her jaw. Regrettably, some hickies were made, but in the moment, I was possessed. Seeing the fresh bright purple marks sent me into a state I had never felt before, I’m pretty sure my own eyes rolled back once or twice as I kissed her savagely, compelled by some mid-brain imperative to dig deep in her mouth with my tongue. She responded in turn, our wet tongues wrestling for dominance like a couple of angry pythons.
We both had to stop a few minutes later. We lay embracing each other, panting and laughing. For a second I thought it looked like Dina was crying a little bit too, but I second-guessed myself and closed my eyes for a moment, rubbing her back and giggling some more. As you can guess, our mouths were trashed after that berzerk kissing frenzy. Our tongues were raw and sensitive, and both of us had cracked lips. It was nuts, we really really overdid it.
We both drank some water and put on some lip balm. Dina took another rip on her pen, and I followed her lead, hitting my own a couple times. Feeling guilty about how I had marked her up, I rubbed some arnica oil on the hickies on her neck to try to make them fade faster. Unfortunately, a couple of them were decidedly above-collar. I really wasn’t thinking. We both shared a towel to wipe the perspiration from our bodies where we had been pressed together. She watched hungrily as I grabbed my breasts one by one to lift them up and wipe underneath them, taking a big handful of areola and gripping it so I could yank each heavy boob up high enough to towel off properly. I tossed the used towel over toward my laundry pile, but Dina caught it midair (which impressed me, considering how fucked up we were). She found the part I had used to dry my chest, and looking me in the eye, she brought it to her face, inhaling deeply. On one level I was kind of grossed out because I hate the smell of boobsweat, but even more than that I was aroused by how she was not only getting off on my body, but even my lingering scent was exciting her sexually.
Again, I was electrified by the feeling of being worshiped, knowing that just by taking my top off, I had completely seduced this fiery little nymph. It all came down to my own attractiveness, which was at least partially due to my huge boobs. They are a real pain in the ass a lot of the time, no question, but the fact that they could demolish the modesty of this young woman, modesty built up over her whole life? Knowing that was better than drugs. Maybe even better than sex. Guys are dumb, you show a little skin and acknowledge their presence a couple of times and they’re in love with you, but to instantly turn a woman gay? That is serious fucking power. I imagined owning people and controlling their lives, like a dealer stringing along desperate addicts, but it wasn’t drugs they would be craving, it would be me. I sat jouncing my boobs in my hands, enjoying the familiar sensation of their weight while also savoring the knowledge that I could use them to hypnotize people as easy as jacklighting frogs. I felt like a smug evil wizard from a Ralph Bakshi movie, or maybe Skeletor again. Skeletor with an unbelievable rack.
Dina was once again gaping at my chest while I hefted my boobs idly. She was entranced, unconsciously making a dopey face as she drank them in with her eyes, it was kind of cute. She wasn’t visibly drooling, but she was swallowing pretty regularly. As I looked at her, I started to wonder what she really thought about our study session’s hard left into full contact girl-on-girl foreplay. She was so focused on my boobs that she didn’t even notice I was watching her. I kept watching her hypnotized face for a while, and then asked her softly, “Have you been having as much fun as me?” The spell broken, her eyes snapped up to meet mine with a look of total conviction. I couldn’t hear her barely-whispered answer, but I saw her lips say “more.”
That was about what I had expected her to say. I got off the bed, then I picked up Dina and put her down on the bed with her head on the pillow, right where I lay before. She didn’t say a word, she just looked at me like a cultist looks at their leader, I swear, it was puppydog-cute. Holding her and seeing the desire in her eyes was a total turn-on. Moving to the end of the bed, I peeled her socks off first, then I pulled down her leggings and underwear and slipped them off. Her bush wasn’t very substantial, just a barely brown blur above her outie pussy. Copying her move from earlier, I locked eyes with her before taking a deep sniff where her juice had soaked through the crotch of the leggings. I was hoping it would get her going, but my little performance didn’t seem to faze her at all. Maybe she didn’t think much of that, but I swore that she was going to enjoy what I did next.