Big Bosomed Becky Chapter 3

All characters in this work of fiction are over 18. This work can stand on its own, but reading the previous chapters will give you context for some of the situations.

A Little Knowledge...

Wednesday

Her nipple - I was dying to see her nipple. Had she "mutilated" one of her bras to let her nipple poke through into that jersey-like dress? My dick stayed partially inflated in anticipation - but she had chosen to wear a vest this morning, dang it!

Then, in answer to my prayer, a little gust of wind caught her vest, and there, indeed, was her left nipple, poking out ever so stiffly through the soft cloth of her dress. Becky caught my stare and gave me a bit of a smile as she pulled the vest back over her magnificent mammary. I brushed some "lint" off the front of my pants, causing her to smile a bit more as she caught the edge of the vest and gave it another tug. I had to think that her nipple got another rub in the process. Then, unbidden, the lyrics from "Lady Godiva" came to mind: "All the cats who dig striptease, Praying for a little breeze..." Then, on cue, another puff of air revealed her right nipple, equal in stiffness to her left nip. Awesome!

Then, with her nipples hidden, I lost myself in thought, wondering how many nipple orgasms she would have today - and how much I would enjoy hearing about her nipple adventures this evening! All she had to do was reach under the vest and find her nearly bare nipple, and, I was sure, she'd be off to the races!

I had seen Becky's nipples poking through a bra and whatever top she was wearing many times in the past. But the protuberance of her nipples today suggested only one thing - that she had, indeed, cut holes at the end of the cups so that her nipples jutted out into the open (or, as she waited for the train, at least her stiff nubbins were only covered by a single layer of cloth. Plus the vest, of course.)

I gave her mental kudos for coming up with using a vest to hide her bulging nipples rather than using a handkerchief or tissues, as I'd suggested the night before. With the vest, she could sit at her desk (the AC was now on, so the office was a bit cool, justifying the vest) and reach under it to give her nipples a massage whenever the opportunity arose. As I fought to avoid problems of my dick arising, I looked forward to our evening rendezvous. We had decided the previous evening not to sit together on the train, going or coming, so that we could relay our day's stories while mutually masturbating at her place.

Once again, I had a long, hard day at the lab. But when I got home, I raided my own stash of hidden women's clothing. While Becky had kept Phil from finding her crop tops and short skirts by hiding them in a vent, I, too, had acquired a small set of lady's apparel that my wife Rachel, to my disappointment, had declined to wear - they "just weren't her." I kept them hidden behind my (generally unused) stack of jockey shorts. But based on my two evenings with Becky, I had high hopes that she would indulge me! I stuffed them into a bag and made my way over to her apartment, my commando dick wobbling around in my shorts as I tried to control my libido. I carried something for dinner, but I've lost track of what it was - my mind can only hold so many mammaries - I mean, memories!

I knocked and entered, rounding the corner to find my Becky "dressed" in another very short skirt and a button-down blouse that was undone to her navel. The inner edges of her DD cup bosoms bulged into the opening. "Hello, 'dear,' how was your day?" she oozed in greeting, giving her braless boobs a delightful little shake.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but it was long and hard," I replied, "But things are definitely looking up," I quipped as I allowed my prick to fully inflate. Down blouse views of naked tits are one of my many turn-ons.

"What's in the bag?" she queried.

"Oh, just some props, in case you were willing to give me a bit of a fashion show."

"Ohh, I bet I'm going to like that," she said, giving both of her bosoms a quick rub. Just then, the microwave beeped. "I trust you like melted shredded cheese on crackers," she said, bringing the hors d'oeuvres to the table. Two generous rum and Kahluas were already in place. "I think these were featured at New Year's," she concluded while sitting down on my right. Her blouse gaped open, giving me a fabulous view of her braless right bosom, all the way down to her very stiff nipple.

"My favorite," I replied, "although you could feed me garlic cloves so long as I can feast my eyes on your melons. And, gawd, that stiff nipple! So, how was your day," I asked, never taking my eyes off her naked, well-rounded bosom.

"Oh, you know, same old same old," she said while downing a cheese and cracker and giving me a sidelong smile. I glanced at her pretty face as she slowly and seductively slid the whole cracker into her mouth, licking her fingers. And that's when I noticed her red fingernails. I'd never seen her with nail polish before.

"Your nails - when did you do that?"

"The red polish? Well, as I was bouncing my boobs around downtown, showing off my stiff nipples, I spotted a pretty girl leaning against a post holding an unlit cigarette, and her fingernails were this bright, bright red. I slowed down and looked at her hands and was captivated by the color, and the contrast with her white hands. I thought her hands looked so sexy! She got uncomfortable when I stopped to stare, so she explained, 'This cigarette is just a prop - I'm giving up these cancer sticks, but it's taking some time, and this helps - a little.' I told her that was great and that I was really just intrigued by her sexy nails. She relaxed at that and told me the color and where she bought it, and I just couldn't resist. Phil doesn't like polish, but I figure I can remove it before he comes home. What do you think? I can take it off if you don't like it..."

"Becky, if you discount my fascination with big boobs and stiff nipples, the only fetish you could say I have is with red nail polish - especially when those painted nails are roaming around a naked bosom." My Rachel wears a similar color, and it does drive me wild when her red nails are playing around with her nipples - but I wasn't going to bring her into the conversation.

"Oh, my - you mean like this?" she asked with a seductive smile while pulling her right bosom fully into the open. Her nipple got even stiffer as she cupped her tender tittie and moved her slender fingers slowly up and around the succulent orb.

I was captivated by the scene and quickly fished my now stiff prick out of my shorts. "God, that's a dream for me," I enthused. "Now, if you were to squeeze that tender nipple between the ends of two of your fingers... Oh, my... You have no idea how erotic I find that!"

"I don't know, but I think I'm seeing pretty 'hard evidence' to the fact that you really like seeing my red nails around my stiff nipple nearly as much as I do," she replied, spending at least part of her time looking at her own nipple, sandwiched as it was between her digits, while spending the rest of her time watching me stroke my dick.

"Or, how about if I strum my nipple between all of my fingers?" she intoned, while doing just that. A moment later, she picked up the pace until her nipple was just a blur popping up between those sexy, sexy red fingernails. "Ohhhh - sweet nipple orgasm! I didn't expect to start this fast tonight - but I'm not complaining!"

"Oh, if I could only be multi-orgasmic like you, I'd be dropping a puddle of semen on the floor right now," I said, while releasing my tool before going too far.

"Crap, where were we?" I continued, regaining my composure. "Just starting to discuss your day, weren't we? 'Same old same old,' is that how you described it? I think so, and I was going to say, if the last two days are the yardstick, then do tell, do tell."

"Right - back to my day. So, I'm guessing that you figured out that I did, in fact, 'mutilate' one of my bras."

I nodded, while still admiring her right bosom, which she was still clutching, toying with her nipple, while I also was checking out the left nipple, which roved around, tenting different areas of that side of her blouse. I restarted massaging my tool.

To my disappointment, she let go of her boob to take a sip of her drink, but her blouse was still nicely opened up, affording me a fabulous view of her pendulous tit, the stiff nipple swaying back and forth with her movements. "I guess to start from the beginning, whenever I woke up in the night, I kept thinking about your suggestion of cutting holes in my bra for my nipples to poke through. I even dreamed about walking through the office with nothing but a bra like that on, but it was like no one could see my nipples! I'd play with my nipples right in front of the boss, but he paid no attention - weird, but hot at the same time.

"Anyway, I woke up at 6 and couldn't get back to sleep. I tried giving myself a nipple orgasm - or maybe two - but that just seemed to intensify my level of horniness. So, I got up and used my fingernail scissors to actually do the job. Then, I put the bra on and just walked back and forth in front of the mirror admiring how stiff my nipples were and how much my nips pointed out beyond the smooth contours of the bra cups. It was so hot! But when I tried putting a handkerchief or tissue in the holes, it really killed the vibe.

"But then I went to my closet and started to choose an outfit when bingo! I came across the dress and vest outfit you saw me in. And the rest of the day just turned magical. I knew that my nipples were out, rubbing against that soft dress whenever I moved around, but the vest protected me from prying eyes in the office. I was thankful, for once, to have some fairly mindless stuff to do today, including reviewing some contracts. I gave those documents a very, very thorough review - most of the time with my arms crossed while I stared at the screen and quietly played with both of my nipples under the vest." I continued my dick massage, which definitely had her attention. Almost absent mindedly, her hand found its way back to her bosom, where she resumed a slow assault on her tit flesh, erotically rubbing its very stiff nipple with those red finger tips.

She seemed lost in thought for a moment, or at least lost in the reverie of recalling rubbing her nipples through her dress while now rubbing both of naked nipples, although one hand was hidden by her blouse from my view. "So how was your lunch break?" I prompted.

"Oh, god, was it hot! I mean, you know how warm it was at lunch time, right?" I nodded, rubbing my boner with a bit more fervor in anticipation of the next part of the story. "Well, what that meant was that, as soon as I got outside the building, there was clearly no need for the vest. So, I quickly took it off and had a good long stroll around downtown. My nipples were so stiff, and my nips poked out so proudly through my dress. Today, I really owned the sexiness of my big boobs and stiff nipples - it was great! And for sure, my nipples were driving all the guys crazy! I almost laughed out loud when a fellow all but bumped into a utility pole while staring at my bouncing bosoms and those improbable nipples showing through, despite the apparently 'prim' contours my bra provided. When I got back, I had to have a nipple orgasm in the lady's room in the lobby! I didn't even stop playing with my nips when another lady went into the stall next to me. I can only imagine what she thought of the muted moans I couldn't fully stifle."

"Amazing, Becky - that you've come this far in just a few days! Nature definitely blessed you, and I'm so glad that you really seem comfortable showing off the beauty of your big bosoms and those amazing nipples."

"Yes, this has been a transformation - thank you so much, Ted! But, tell you what - you get dinner on while I grab that bag of props you brought over, okay?" And with that, she pulled her top completely to the side and pulled hard on her stiff nipples with those magically red-tipped fingers.

"I'm certainly enjoying the outfit you've got on, but sure - take your pick; whatever you choose will be great!"

I made us both another set of drinks and moved food to the table. I stroked my dick gently, wondering which outfit she'd choose first.

When she came back to the table, she was wearing the blue jean bib top outfit with nothing but her naked tits underneath! My Rachy only wore it one time for me, just before we stripped and got into bed to screw; she didn't get the art of the tease. I was hoping that Becky would "get it." I could see the outer edges of her breasts on either side of the top - definitely a hot look.

"I'm not sure if I got the straps adjusted properly. Could you help me out?"

With my dick getting stiffer and my libido rising, I stood and approached her. "Sure thing, Becky," I said with my body quivering. She turned her back to me and I worked to adjust the straps, trying to be careful to keep my dick from rubbing against her. But with no way to avoid skin to skin contact, I allowed my tool to gently contact her left hip while my fingers touched her shoulder. She shuddered at the contact but did not back away. I loosened the top up a bit, allowing for the bib top to fall away further from her tits. In the front, most of the swell of her upper boobs showed above the top, providing glances of her areolas Meanwhile, I was taking in the side boob view with intense delight! I gave her shoulders a quick rub, murmuring, "You look lovely!" This was a major step forward - skin to skin contact (beyond my mouth on her boobs), and she seemed okay with it.

"Oh, my," she said as she turned around and gave her torso a shake. "This feels sexier than I'd imagined! This blue jean bib really does set my nipples on fire!"

Rather than sitting across the circular table from her, I had presciently arranged to sit to her right. This way, I had great views of her side boob and stiff nipple.

We wolfed down dinner while we both not so surreptitiously played with very stiff nipples and a very stiff dick. As we cleared the table, she pulled one of her boobs completely free of the top, giving her nipple a hard pull, which had her doubling over a bit. "Sorry, I guess I'm really on edge here. I keep thinking about the other outfits. Do you mind finishing up?" she queried while pulling her other bosom into the open, leaving a thin band of bib top squeezed between her boobs and those magical nipples.

"No apologies needed, Becky, please play with your nipples whenever you feel the need. And yes, I'm anxious for this fashion show to continue, too!"

"Well, that's fine, but I've been feeling the need to play with my nipples 24/7! Or at least 24/3 - so far!"

In just a matter of minutes she was back in what I called "the armhole shirt" in my mind. It was sleeveless for starters, but the armhole was really more of an extended slot, running clear from her shoulders to her waist. "I'm having trouble with this button," she told me, turning her back to me again. The button was actually pretty easy, but I played along with the pretense since it offered me another chance to touch her shoulders and to take peeks at her bosoms through the fluttering openings. Spotting her stiff nipples was such a delight! I leaned into her, letting her really feel the full length of my dick as it pressed into her left hip. Her breath caught, but she did not back away. After a few moments, she reached into the armholes and cupped her boobs while rotating her hips slightly, giving my tool a bit of a rub. "Oh, god," she said, grabbing her chair for balance before sitting down.

We ate a couple of cookies while she practiced poses that let her top open up for my viewing pleasure. When she put both elbows on the table, I could look clear through it to see the rounded forms of both of her titties and the stiff nipples that crowned them. She watched open mouthed as I pulled harder on my dick, and I have to think that she was not just salivating from the cookie. She gave her torso a shake, setting her bosoms wobbling, before reaching inside the top again to clutch her aching nipples.

"I think it's time for the bedroom, Ted. As sexy as I feel wearing this top, I think I'm ready to be naked." With that, she polished off her third drink.

"Sounds good to me."

This time, I guided her down the hall with my arm around her waist. With a little effort, my fingers moved up enough to barely contact the outside of her left bosom. My dick, which had been blatantly brushing against her right hip, spasmed as I fought for control.

When we get to the bedroom, she came to an abrupt stop in front of the bed. Given my lubricated state, I was slow to react and felt the left side of my body firmly collide with her backside, my boner pushing sideways into her tush. My left hand slid a little further around her waist so that my fingers were now fully on the side of her boob.

"Ted, you know the old saying, 'A little knowledge is a dangerous thing?' Well, remember last night I told you that I had to know what it felt like to have a man lick my bosom? Well - I have to know more, Ted, I have to know more."

I wasn't sure where this all might go, but it sure sounded promising! "Um... sure, Becky. Um... just tell me what you want, and I expect it will be alright."

"Okay, well, I guess I want you to... no, I know I want you to shift around behind me, and - yes, I want you to reach into both armholes of this top and... and feel my naked bosoms. Will you do that?"

My legs began to tremble in anticipation of touching Becky's boobs. You see, the only other naked tits I'd ever touched were my wife's bosoms. Now, while I already had one hand on the side of her left boob, it sort of felt like I'd snuck in that partial feel. For sure that hand to bosom contact was incredibly exciting, but now to be given free range of those magnificent tits? No, this would not be a prelude to actual seduction (I figured, based on our past discussions on fidelity), but suffice to say that every nerve ending on my skin was pulsing in anticipation.

Rather than give her a chance to change her mind or for me to say something stupid like, "Are you sure?" I simply did as she asked. My raging prick pressed into her tush as I gently brought myself closer to fully hugging her from behind. She raised her arms a bit, allowing me to access her boobs through the armholes.

I proceeded slowly, relishing this opportunity. This would be the first time I ever felt a woman's bosoms aside from my Rachy's tits! My heart was pounding. I put my hands on her soft, warm body just above her hips, then pressed them gently into her flesh as I ran them up the sides of her rib cage. "Mmm, that's nice," she enthused, leaning back into me and as her head lolled back.

I moved my hands a bit further around, then, again starting at her waist, I rubbed upward until I could feel the glorious edge of her tits starting to well out over my index fingers. My first real "bosom cheat." I started a circular motion, rubbing down her sides, then around more towards her flat belly, then up until my fingers were pushing more and more into her exquisite breast flesh. Her breathing had quickened, and my dick was now really pulsating, trapped as it was between my belly and her sweet backside.

"Don't stop now, Ted, don't stop," she encouraged. By now, the circles my hands were describing had shrunk to the point that I was touching her precious titties more and more of the time, cupping and lifting her precious orbs - but so far, only underboob. "You're such a tease, Ted! You're driving my poor nipples crazy with anticipation! My nipples are dying for you to touch them!" she mock scolded me.

"You know, Becky, while having someone truly love up your amazing bosoms might be a first for you, it's pretty close to that for me as well. I am really trying to savor this moment. But, if you insist..." And with that, I reached further north and finally made contact with her very stiff nipples.

"Oh, god," she gasped as she doubled over, pushing her tush ever more firmly into my pulsating dick. Almost by accident, both of her nipples had slipped between my forefinger and my middle finger, so, as I tried to steady her from the tremor flooding through her, I squeezed my digits together and pinched her nipples. I tried to pull away so as to control my dick's intention to erupt, but with her body pressed back into me, it was, well, hard. I closed my eyes (even though there was nothing to see in the position I was in) and tried to think about the lab work I needed to do tomorrow. By the lack of a stroke, if you will, I held off.

"Becky," I said softly after it seemed that we had both recovered, "I am truly loving the way your bosoms feel. So soft, so full, and the way your stiff nipples feel is unbelievable," I continued as I began to massage her nips with thumb and forefinger.

But then, I sensed that her breathing had stilled, and that her body had sort of frozen.

"Ted?"

"Is something wrong, Becky? Do you need me to stop?"

"I hope not, and I don't think so. But I have to ask you something. And maybe it's easier to ask when I don't have to look you in the eye."

For a moment, I considered how little time I'd spent looking into her eyes vs the time I'd spent, staring at her boobs and nipples. "Um - okay, I guess I'm ready," I replied, my dick slightly deflating and my hands coming to a standstill, while still more than full of succulent breast flesh.

"Well - you know how we both agreed that I couldn't cheat on Phil and you couldn't cheat on Rachel?"

"Still true, on my part, for sure."

"Me too. But I do need to double check. There are two four letter 'L' words. One starts with 'lu' and the other starts with 'lo.' And you just told me how much you 'love' feeling my bosoms... It does stop there, doesn't it?"

It took me a moment, given the level of my inebriation, but it finally filtered through. "'Lust' vs 'Love'? Is that the question?

"Yes, I guess that's it..."

"Okay, being totally honest - had I met you before I met Rachel and had you had the chance to - well - be independent of Phil, I might have fallen for you. You're smart, you're athletic, and I adore your body - especially these amazing hooters," I said, while giving said tits a squeeze and a nipple rub. "But given our current circumstance, I can tell you, unequivocally, that, while I consider you a great friend, my feelings for you are fully on the side of 'lust' and not 'love.' I'm not sure if that's what you wanted to hear, but that's the truth." Despite the fact that I was still holding Becky's titties and gently rubbing her nipples, my tool had shrunk a degree or two.

"Fair enough, Ted. My feelings pretty much mirror your own. It is almost magical to have someone lust after me because of my big boobs and not in spite of them, but I'm happy to accept just your lust. A whole lot less messy."

I thought of how "messy" things might become, but let that slide. With that, I went back to playing with her stiff nipples in earnest - twisting, tweaking, pulling her nips and treasuring the feel of her heavy tits. It took a moment to sink in, but it dawned on me that I had also begun to dry hump her backside.

And for as much as Becky was breathing heavily, she, too, must have had that dawning awareness of my prick pressing into her tush. She'd been subtly moving her body against mine, but then she kind of froze again, which caught my attention. "You okay," I whispered while continuing to cup her heavenly orbs and tease her nipples.

"Yes, I'm still good. Although that bit about 'a little knowledge' has hit me with another idea. I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud - it's really bordering on 'dirty' - and you can always let me know if you're disgusted by the idea..."

"I've got to say up front - or in back, if you will - that I have no interest.... Let's clarify that - I have negative interest in anal."

"'Anal?' What? Wait - do people actually do that?? Oh, god no! Alright, I can understand how your mind went that way, but I don't go that way either. No, I was thinking about... well I'm kind of trapped now... I was wondering how it might feel to have you rub my bosoms with your... with your dick. I know that sounds kind of dirty - well to me anyway - but also very erotic, I think..."

Now, my Rachy truly adored straight sex, but only a few times had she consented to being titty fucked. I had hoped that that would be a solution when she was on the rag, but she just never felt sexy during those times. But with vaginal sex off the table with Becky, this was sounding awesome to me.

Rather than responding with the wild enthusiasm I was feeling, I just said, "Well, Becky, I've kissed your bosoms and nipples, and I've just now had the great pleasure of letting my hands roam all around your precious orbs, so, for sure, if you want to feel my dick on your boobs and nipples, I'd be more than happy to comply." Kind of formal, true, but I didn't want to blow this opportunity.

"Alright," she said, pulling away from me and slipping out of the few clothes that she was wearing, "so, how do we proceed?"

"How about you sit on the edge of the bed and we'll see how it goes?"

Once she was seated, I said, "I do so adore your boobies, Becky. I'm glad you're willing to share your gifts with me." And with that, I moved forward and used my hand to begin rubbing her left tit with my rigid rod. She reacted with a boob-wobbling shiver, then spread her legs to allow me to approach more closely. I could tell that she was definitely oozing.

I began by rubbing my tool around the underside of her left tit, lifting her breast flesh slightly as my rod slid from side to side under her delectable orb. "That's so nice, Ted! I only wish I had as many nerve ending in my underboob as you have in your prick."

"I have to say, the visual is nearly as erotic as the sense of feel," I enthused, continuing to rub back and forth, pressing harder into her tit.

"For sure, the sight of your prick rubbing my boob is more erotic than I expected! But if you just drift a little further north, I happen to know where there are huge bundles of nerves just waiting for contact," she hinted. And with that, I began to tease her very stiff nipple with the end of my dick. It was fascinating to watch the end of my tool pushing her nubbin down into her areola, then watching her nipple pop up seemingly even stiffer once my dick had passed. Then, I used my tool to rub her nipple around in a circle. "Oh, sweet jeez," she whimpered, as a nipple orgasm swept through her.

I gave her a moment, then shifted a little so as to access both of her boobs, pushing into her tits left and right and back again before lifting my tool a little higher so as to swing from nipple to nipple, back and forth, back and forth. With her next nipple orgasm, I had to close my eyes and pull away - god, I was so close.

Inspired by many a nude photo, I hoarsely suggested, "Becky, I know you prefer pure nipple orgasms, but try this - reach for your clit with both hands and straighten your arms for me. You don't have to touch yourself if you'd rather not - it's the arms that are important." When she complied, the effect was beyond my imagination! Her luscious bosoms were mashed together, bulging up between her upper arms to create cleavage nearly to her collar bone.

Looking down, she said, "My, that is quite a sight. I just wish I could tease my nipples at the same time!"

"I think I'm up to the task of stimulating your nipples," I whispered. I went back into attack mode, this time using my tool to slap down on the bulging piles of breast flesh in front of me. When I concentrated on thwacking just her nipples, she doubled over again.

"That was amazing, Ted. But my turn for an idea. Do you remember your - what did you call it - your 'twisty twist?' Give that a try!"

"My 'twist with a straight?' I think you may be on to something!" So, I let go of my tool and began my "dance," swiveling my hips so that my stiff rod swung left and right. Becky inched forward, and soon we'd found the right distance to allow my dick to just barely graze her tits. The sight of my prick swinging back and forth over the end of her bosoms was amazing! Then, Becky got into it, too, swinging her torso back and forth in time to match my own motions. I do so love watching her boobies wobble! Soon, she'd found both the distance and the timing to have my rod flick her right nipple in one direction and her left nipple in the other. It wasn't long before my senses were preparing a load of semen for a quick exit. But I had even more in mind, so I grabbed her shoulders, closed my eyes from the erotic vision, held my breath, and regained control.

"Can I... Do you think I can touch your dick without you losing control? I'll be very gentle," she softly promised, with a quick glance to my eyes.

Well, my idea could wait. "You know, Becky, it's your gentle touch that might push me over the edge. But go ahead, I think I'm ready."

So, slowly, and gently indeed, she took hold of my tool with her right hand and lifted her left boob with her other hand. Seeing her red-tipped fingers on my prick was almost too much. Then, she sort of repeated what I had done before - using the end of my dick to flick the end of her nipple. "You know, that's more erotic than I imagined!" I enthused. "Watching you having control of how you rub your nipple adds another level of tension to the process. And your red nails..."

As she switched from one nipple to the other nubbin, her breathing deepened even more. Then, she lifted my dick up and let it flop down on top of her bosoms, one tit after the other. In another minute, though, I had to stop her. Time, I thought, for the grand finale.

"Gawd, Becky, you've got me so close to cumming! But I'd really like to try one more thing with your bosoms. Slide a little bit closer to me," I instructed. When her tits were nearly touching my hips, I suggested, "Now - here's the plan. I'm going to lean into you a bit and get my dick right up against your sternum. Now, grab your melons and see if you can squeeze your bosoms together to surround my prick."

"Oh, I think I'm going to like this," she oozed. Looking down, she had, indeed, captured my shaft inside the cleavage tunnel she had created by mashing her breasts together. In the process, she'd managed to get hold of both of her nipples between thumbs and index fingers. The sight of my dick surrounded by her bulging boob flesh and her nipples being pinched between her red fingernails was so erotic, I nearly came on the spot!

"Now, work with me a bit Becky, 'cause I don't have a lot of mobility. But as I thrust, if you can rub your titties up and down my shaft, I think the magic will happen pretty soon."

Becky was a quick learner, and I could once again feel a gallon of sperm threatening to break through the dam. "So, this is kind of like you're fucking my tits! I wouldn't have thought of that. It feels amazing. But can I hold your dick when you cum? That was quite a thrill for me yesterday."

By this point, I was beyond the point of wondering what she might have in mind, so I just said, "Sure - and I think when your delicate hands touch me, it will be game over." For just another few moments, then, I kept thrusting and she kept pumping her boobs up and down around my shaft, still pinching her nipples with those red-tipped fingers, when I just said, "Now, Becky - now!"

And with that, she let go of her bosoms and grabbed my tool with both hands, making sure that my foreskin was pulled back. And as I expected, the sight and feel of her holding my prick was the last straw, and the floodgates opened. I was happy to see her doing her best to aim the gobs of goo spurting from my glans first onto her left nipple, and then on her right nip, sort of a dream of mine. However, with each jet, my dick jumped a bit, so I ended up spraying the upper slopes of her milky boobs with more jizz than landed on her nipples, at least at first. "Sweet jeez, Becky, your amazing," I managed. Often when I cum, I close my eyes, but the erotic sight below had my eyes drawn in like a magnet. Her red fingers holding my pulsing rod, her aim now nearly centered on her nipples. The white fluid kept on coming, and by the end, she'd become expert at timing and aiming my ejaculate right on her super stiff nipples.

As she squeezed the last of my spunk onto her nipples, she said, "That was amazing!. Your spunk erupts with more force than I expected. And there's so much of it! But the best is knowing that it was these big boobs and these stiff nipples that pushed you over! That does wonders for my sense of pride in these puppies," she said while now rubbing my sperm around on her swollen tits.

"But now, I'm feeling a little hungry," she announced. With that, she swung her body onto the bed and lay her head on the pillows. She kept her eyes on my dick, which I was now holding and slowly stroking. The eroticism of the evening had left me with a fair semblance of a hardon, despite my orgasm. I edged forward, wondering if she might have been hungry for my tool, despite its mildly depleted state.

But instead of reaching for me, she cupped her left boob and raised it toward her mouth. Those red fingernails captivated me as she pushed her tit flesh up and she began to lick the sperm off the upper slope. The blood fully returned to my prick and I murmured, "Oh, sweet jeez..." With another push, she lifted her bosom high enough that she was able to suck her nipple fully into her mouth.

"Oh, god!" she exclaimed as The Big One fully overtook her. As I watched, rubbing my now fully engorged dick, her body spasmed, her legs scissored, and she frantically switched from one nipple to the other nip, licking and sucking my ejaculate into her hungry mouth.

The sight was too much. "I'm going to cum again!" I announced in surprise, as the sheer eroticism of her performance brought me higher and faster than I imagined possible.

"On my nipples, Ted, on my nipples!" she managed while still writhing. My system could only produce a scant few jets, despite the intensity of the experience, although my prick continued to contract, dryly, for most of another minute. Becky scooped up the droplets and licked them off the fingers of her right hand while continuing to toy with her stiff nipples with the other. And as those red finger nails squeezed her tender nipple, I fervently wished I was capable of a third orgasm...

The tryst continues Thursday...