The Joy of Sex: Breasts

Background: This is from back in October 1978, shortly after I turned 18. On my 18th birthday, I had sex with my childhood best friend, and we *loved* it. Jessica bought a copy of *The Joy of Sex*, and we began a rigorously pleasant reading of the book in semi-random order. Jessica put some basics first, then in random order the rest of the "main courses," and finally in random order "sauces and pickles." This was probably the best study program I have ever done.

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"Tonight is breasts," Jessica announced. "Don't worry, we're doing yours, too."

She pulled a feather out of her overnight bag. "This might be helpful."

"It certainly might," I said. "I'm all in."

"Let's strip up top and leave bottoms dressed."

She reached for the neck of my polo, unbuttoned it, and lifted it over my head. I unbuttoned her blouse, slowly revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were erect, and I took them between my thumbs and index fingers, squeezing lightly and then twisting. She hummed with pleasure.

"Harder."

I squeezed a little tighter and twisted a little more.

"Yesss. Exactly like that." Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and a smile crossed her face.

I kept the pressure steady and twisted the other direction, yielding a moan.

I released her left nipple and replaced my fingers with my mouth. She hummed again and muttered some words I couldn't quite understand, though I think one of them might have been "perfect." I covered my teeth with my lips and bit down on her nipple, my lips protecting her from my teeth.

Jessica groaned deeply. I started sucking gently, getting gradually more aggressive as she began to cry out. Her back arched, and she started quietly swearing.

"Fuck. Yes. Shit. Just like that. I feel it all the way to my pussy. Fuck. Oh my God."

She rolled her head back and forth as I sucked as hard as I could, and her back arched even more.

I held both her arms over her head with my left hand, grabbed the feather she'd so kindly brought with my right, and started tickling her left armpit and then her breast. Now she was completely inarticulate, uttering disconnected grunts and syllables. I loved it. She was exquisite. Her calves and quads started to tremor, so I set the feather aside.

After about thirty seconds, she had recovered enough to speak.

"Thank you."

I went back to sucking her left nipple and licking the tip in my mouth while squeezing and twisting her right. I switched breasts, and she gasped. It felt like an eternity in slow motion, watching her eyes glaze and then close. Her face tightened, and she screamed an octave higher than her normal voice.

"Ahhhhh! Yes!"

I released her right nipple from my mouth and her left from my hand. She sighed and lay back with her eyes closed, her breathing slowly coming under control. As she came back to earth, she smiled broadly.

"That was wonderful."

Then Jessica sat up, pushed me onto my back, straddled my thighs, and started licking my right nipple. This was a first. I knew a little about erogenous zones, but I had never thought of my own nipples as a source of pleasure. They are. It was a bolt of pleasant electricity going straight from my nipple to my cock. I felt like her tongue was wired directly to my brain's pleasure center, and I grunted and babbled incoherently.

She kept sucking and licking, alternating intensity. I stayed on the edge, almost coming, but not quite able. Eventually she stopped and looked me in the eye.

"Do you need to come?"

I nodded slowly. She rolled onto her back.

"Fuck my tits."

I straddled her belly so the base of my cock sat at the bottom of her breasts. She spat on my penis, rubbed it around with her hands, and squeezed her breasts together around me. I began to move slowly, up and down between them, pushing my glans almost far enough to reach her mouth.

She licked the tip every time it approached. I tried to push just a little further. Success was mine, and from then on she wrapped her lips around me every time I reached.

I could feel the tension building in the tip of my cock. It moved down my length to my base and into my balls. After a few more strokes it became impossible to resist, and I started to come. Most of it landed in her mouth, with some spattering over the top of her chest and some on her face.

I rubbed the semen on her chest into her skin, making gentle circles, visiting each nipple repeatedly. She wiped my cum off her face with one finger and licked it clean.

"You are delicious. Thank you."

"You are incredible," I gushed. "I am so lucky to have you. Thanks."

"Me, too, you. I love you."

We both took a few breaths.

"Debrief?" I asked.

"What is this?" She giggled. "A military op?"

"It feels kind of like it, with that deck of planning cards you made." I chuckled. "But a humanitarian mission."

Jessica smiled.

"I never knew I could come just from having my breasts stimulated. I love it."

"For some reason, it never occurred to me that my nipples were that sensitive. Guy's blind spot, I guess. Plus titty sex is wicked. You are my dirty girl. I like that."

"Me, too," she said. "Me, too."

We lay back and cuddled, falling asleep in each other's arms. We woke on Monday with plenty of time to make it to school in Jessica's Camaro.