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Nipples

By: dass4450



"You really must stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Making your nipples stand out like that."

"I'm not making them do anything."

"Then why are they sticking out like that?"

"They're very big, and they can't help it."

"How big is big?"

"Enormous really. About nearly an inch long by about 3/8ths of an inch in diameter. Bigger when I get excited."

"Phew!! Bullets!! How do they get excited?"

"When they're on the receiving end of some oral stimulation. Fingers and hands are OK but they react best to a sucking mouth."

"I know you had three kids. They must have just about choked."

"I had to be careful, especially with the first one. He was greedy. My tits were bursting with milk and I nearly drowned him. I got better but all three were on the breast for at least three years each. My nipples got bigger with each child."

"Your tits are huge, too."

"Yes. They weren't this big until the first child and they got bigger with each one after that. It is a trial physically but I just love how they make me feel like a woman."

"Did big breasts run in your family?"

"God, yes. You should have seen my Grandmother. Simply enormous. Mom only had me so she didn't get as big. Even so, she also had big nipples. I can still remember my Dad sucking on them when I caught them at it one morning."

"What? He was sucking on her nipples?"

"And not only that! She was bouncing on his big veiny cock like a demented woman. Sort of moaning in a combination of agony and ecstasy. I caught them a few times and realised that all he had to do to get her in the mood was to play with her nipples. If he got his mouth on them, she was putty in his hands."

"Are you the same?"

"I admit it. Sure, why not? Any man who latched onto me turned me into jelly. After I was married, I spent ages evading that randy man's attention. Seriously, he'd chase me all over the house and garden. He was doing just that when he had a heart attack and died in the laundry of all places."

"Unreal! Have you had many admirers since then? I mean with your blonde Nordic looks, they would have been all over you like a rash. Especially if they could see what I can see."

"No, none. Of course there have been a few that have tried but I was a bit traumatised after my husband fell off my nipple and died at my feet."

"I bet he had a happy look though."

"Kind of a disappointed look, actually. Don't laugh, I'm serious!!"

"How did you manage to keep all those men at bay for so many years?"

"Bloody hard work. Bandaids over the nipples, bulky sweaters, avoiding situations and dying my hair brunette. I think the last ploy was the best. Almost all men think blondes are easy targets. And I think that's because of the endless blonde jokes."

"You're blonde now. Ash blonde. Ash blonde all over?"

"Yep."

"That I gotta see. Lift your skirt and show me. I don't believe you."

"That's disgusting, we hardly know each other."

"Come on. It's the least you can do to reward me for the effort of that meal."

"I will on one condition."

"What?"

"I'm not normal down there. The condition is that you don't laugh, guffaw or make any derogatory remarks."

"Of course I agree. What do you mean, not normal?"

"Well, I have a larger than usual clitoris, especially when it's erect."

"Jeepers, lady, you got it all. Is it erect now?"

"Fairly erect. Are you sure you want to see it?"

"I'm supposed to be checking for ash blonde pubes but the thought of a huge clit is getting me pretty interested."

"You've been pretty interested as soon as you sat down and started on about my nipples. I can see by that thing bulging down the leg of your pants that you're very interested. And, I haven't even showed you my breasts yet."

"I can't help it. You're a bloody attractive woman, big breasts, big nipples and big clits excluded. I could lose myself in your blue eyes and those lips are a major turn on."

"You're just saying that so you can get a look at my goodies. I'm really very ordinary and old enough to be your mother."

"My mother didn't have tits like yours, I can tell you. More like puppies than zeppelins!"

"So, you're not here because you have a mother fetish?"

"Nope. I'm here because we've been neighbours for four years and you're bloody gorgeous."

"What about your ex-wife. Did she have big tits?"

"God, no. They were perky and firm with nice pouty nipples, or at least they were."

"Were?"

"Well, I actually didn't see them for at least three years before we divorced last year. And only then because I surprised her in the bathroom."

"So, no sex for a while."

"A good long while. At least with her, that is."

"Oh, so you had a bit on the side, eh? You filthy boy. Tell aunty all about it."

"Um, sure. Look, would you mind not tweaking those monster nipples. A bit distracting that."

"Sorry. They were getting a bit itchy."

"Where was I?"

"You were going to tell me about your bit on the side."

"Actually, more than one bit."

"You disgusting nymphomaniac!"

"Satyr actually. Males are satyrs and females are nymphomaniacs."

"I stand corrected."

"Anyway, by the sounds of it, you put it about before you got married. ‘Any man who latched on to me turned me to jelly', you said."

"Er, yes. Well, no, not really. I didn't go looking for it. It was strange how many young men asked me out and moved like greased lightning to get at my nipples."

"Not surprising to me, not at all."

"Why?"

"The word gets around among the boys. Kind of like a blue print for girl X. That one likes her ear nibbled, that one likes her clit stroked, that one spreads her knees as soon as vodka goes down her throat, that one only sucks, that one has super sensitive nipples."

"Good grief! I just thought I was popular."

"You were. It would've been like bees to the honey pot."

"Bastards!"

"Talking about honey pots, when do I get to see yours?"

"I'm not sure that I should, now. I feel distinctly used."

"Cut it out, that was years ago and besides, I haven't even touched your nipples....yet."

"And you won't have a chance, wonderful dinner or not. Well, at least not if you don't tell me about your bits on the side. How many were there?"

"Three."

"Three? One after the other."

"Nope, same time."

"You lecherous bastard. You really are a satyr. How long did this go on for?"

"From two years before my divorce until about three months ago."

"Why did you stop? Sounds like you were on a very good thing indeed."

"You."

"Oh?"

"You remember we'd been neighbours for over four years and never said a word to each until that day at the supermarket."

"That day you collided with me near the frozen peas."

"Yep! I'd never seen you close up. You were just some old lady pottering about in the garden with the big sun hat, bulky sweater and jeans. Looked more like a bag lady."

"Hmmph!"

"Well, one look into you lovely blue eyes and I got an instant hard on. Funny, you know. I've never had that reaction to a woman before in my life, not even when I was 16 and randy as hell."

"So you got an instant hard on at the frozen peas section over some dowdy old bag lady, eh?"

"You will recall that I knocked you onto your lovely big arse. It was while I was helping you up that I got a flash of your legs, a flash of your angry eyes and more than a flash at the time it took for your breasts to stop wobbling about under that big sweater."

"So it was just my tits that turned you on."

"No it was the whole package. Especially when you smiled and apologised and it was me that knocked you down."

"I didn't see you. It was my fault."

"Forget it. I dumped thes and spent every waking minute working out how to get near you. Following you to the supermarket, the bank, the hairdressers – by the way, I was glad when you got rid of the brunette look, didn't seem to suit you. Why did you do that?"

"I, well, er, um, well, if the truth be told, I had noticed you being – well, around. Every time I'd look about, there you'd be, opening doors, carrying groceries, hell, even changing my flat tyre. I figured you were interested despite the age difference. Besides, I was sick of being a bag lady."

"I'm glad. The ash blonde goes better with your looks anyway. Those vivid blue eyes and brownish hair looked a bit off really. Now talking about ash blonde....."

"Hang on a minute buster. Whats? Don't tell me you were having it off with your wife's relatives!!?"

"Um, yes, actually."

"You utter bastard!! And while you were still married!! Unbelievable! You're not a satyr, you're a male slut! Whichs, specifically."

"Well...."

"I'm not sure I want to hear this."

"Okay."

"I think you'd better leave."

"I can't – this is my house."

"Well, I'll leave then."

"I wish you wouldn't. I gave them all up for you. I don't know whether I'm in love or just plain infatuated. And it will only get worse if you leave. Besides, you promised me a look at your ash blonde pubes."

"Tell me about thes first. Then I'll think about it."

"I can't think about anything else. My cock is dripping like a tap."

"Tough! Talk buster, talk."

"My mother came round one day, while I was...."

"Mother!??! How old was she?"

"Er, about your age actually."

"So, an old biddy, eh?"

"Well..... older than me, but no biddy. She came to find out how I was coping. She knew her daughter better than I. She was different and so understanding and, after a couple of wines, outright flirtatious. I'm afraid I allowed her to take advantage of me in my weakened state."

"Right! Weakened state. Ho bloody ho. You'd have shagged a statue you were that desperate."

"Well it had been a long while. When she put my hand on her knee and then moved it up to her soft thighs, I almost came in my pants. I'm on the verge of doing that now, really."

"Yeah, yeah. Get on with it. I consider myself fortunate I didn't ask for you sexual history since puberty!"

"Right. Well, as soon as my hand reached her thighs, they kind of fell open and next thing I knew, I had my hand on her motte."

"Motte? What the hell is a motte for goodness sake?"

"It's French for – er - you know, the bearded clam, the destroyer of men, her pussy, her kitty, her cu...."

"I get the picture. What was it like?"

"Since I hadn't felt one for years, it felt bloody lovely. It was covered with soft curls but I had a hand full of pulpy love lips.....hey, stop laughing. What's so funny?"

"Love lips, my god, love lips.....just love it. You romantic you."

"You know, all that gurgling and giggling has caused your breasts to dance about under that sweater like two live puppies. They're a bit big for puppies though. Do you want to hear more?"

"Okay, okay, get on with it. I just love the descriptions though."

"Well I slid two fingers into her and rubbed my thumb over her bulging clitty. She gasped like a landed fish and came all over my hand. And all over my nice clean sofa, the bitch."

"Tee hee. I bet you had to do some cleaning up before wifey got home."

"I'll say. Next thing I knew, she'd fished my old fellow out and plugged it into the hottest orifice I'd been in for quite some time. I lasted about four strokes."

"You're a premature ejaculator!! I knew it. I find a half decent man and he can't go the distance. Absolutely unreal."

"Hang on, hang on. I didn't lose any stiffness at all. By the time I had her clothes off, and most of mine, we were well into round two. A nice little body she had too. Before the afternoon was out, I'd shagged her nine ways to hell and back. And she gave as good as she got. Now there was a real nympho!"

"And she came back for more?"

"At least once a week, and once with her best friend. That was a great afternoon."

"I'll bet, you horny bastard. What others did you take advantage of?"

"Take advantage? Take advantage? Of them? I can tell you it was the other way round! Seems her other daughter, the wife's sister, heard her telling her friend on the phone what she'd been up to one afternoon and quick as flash parked herself on my doorstep making like a lion with a sore paw."

"How so?"

"Went on about how her divorce had robbed her of any feelings about men, that they were all unprincipled bastards, that ......."

"They are. I agree with her."

"You would. Next thing you know the sister had me backed up to the very same sofa that had seen action with her mother with her hand wrapped around my tool."

"You have a serious problem. You really would shag anything breathing. I'm starting to feel that the phrase ‘any port in a storm' should be your motto for life."

"Okay, okay. I have to admit that we men are easy to arouse. And the hand of a woman you've never touched before will do it every time. Mind you, she was more attractive than her mother and the wife. I'd had a few thoughts about her over the years but never thought she'd come onto me like that."

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Stud. They can't resist can they?"

"Look, smartarse, it wasn't me doing the chasing. I was just a helpless pawn in their wicked game. I was just a walking penis."

"A walking penis, just love it. Whoops, getting the wobble up again. Stop gawping at my tits and tell me the rest."

"We went at it hammer and tongs. She was very vocal. It was a wonder you didn't hear her she screamed that loud."

"Maybe I did."

"You did?"

"Yep. Initially I thought you were strangling a cat but her shouting ‘fuck me hard, darling, fuck me hard' following by more screaming and moaning had me reaching for the handle of the hairbrush for the first time in years."

"You masturbated with the handle of a hairbrush? You kinky old tart."

"Yes you bastard. And I started to think of actually having sex with a man for the first time in many years. I'd spent more time solving the problems of blossoming petunias than blossoming penises. And then you made that tart scream like a banshee."

"Yeah, and I only had my little finger up her juicy twat."

"Yeah, yeah. How often did you give her the benefit of your little finger?" 

"At least twice a week. The best was when her mother walked in while I was doing the wheelbarrow on her."

"The wheelbarrow!!?? What the hell is a wheelbarrow. And don't tell me it's a gardening tool."

"It's where you get into them from behind, put their legs around your waist. Your vertical and they're horizontal. She had her hands on the sofa and I was doing the pushing using her lovely firm tits as handles."

"Riiiiight! Of course. You sexual athlete you. I hope you don't entertain hopes of repeating that position with me, young man. I'm too old for those sorts of games."

"If ever, I repeat, if ever we get round to doing some naughty but nice with you, I seriously don't think I'll be able to get a grip on those monsters of yours. But then again, it would be fun trying."

"Yeah right buster....get on with the story."

"The mother and the daughter did a combo on me. I didn't know whether I was Arthur or Martha, or rather, who was on my face and who was on my cock. I know one thing for sure, my wife had certainly not inherited her libido from the female line of the family. As it turned out, her father was a prissy prude who only did it in the dark at Easter and Christmas. Thought he was doing the mother a favour."

"Who was the third?"

"Jeez, I was hoping you'd forget about that."

"Nope, studdo, no way. I need to hear all the gory details before I decide whether to show you my pubes or not."

"Are you sure you want to hear? Can't we just get on with it? My shaft is tearing a hole in my trousers."

"Stop your whining. Come on, I want to hear the dirty details of number three."

"Well, it was the wife's grandmother."

"Absolutely unreal!! You truly would stick you filthy dick into anything. I suppose you had to help her out of her support hose after you'd put her wheely walker out of reach?"

"Nope. And she wasn't that old. Late fifties or thereabouts. Lovely body on her and the same lack of inhibitions as her daughter and granddaughter. As a matter of fact, I still can't work out how my wife missed out but I now realise she had inherited her libido from her old man."

"So how did you snare her into your dirty insatiable little web, you randy worm."

"She was at my divorce party."

"A divorce party, how civilized! How many of your bits on the side were there?"

"Actually, I'd invited the mother and sister and they extended an invitation to her. I didn't know what to expect but I was fairly certain I was going to dip out. All of sudden after her third gin, Laura, the grandmother asked me if I liked to suck pussy, even well marinated pussy."

"And, you said ......."

"'kin' oath, drop ‘em and spread ‘em."

"Suave, very suave. I'll bet she nearly swooned over those romantic lines."

"Not quite. She did fall back, hoick her skirts up revealing a hairy, pouting puss that was dripping down her legs. Talking about that, how's your's doing?"

"I think I've dried up – menopause, ya know."

"Absolute frog shit, I can smell you from here."

"Don't you dare change the subject until you finish your sordid little tale, or should I say until you finish tailing the old chick."

"As it happens, as I dove in, the mother swooped on my cock and I was so turned on eating the old tart's cu... er puss that she got the first load right down her gullet. Damn near drowned the greedy bitch."

"So that was you finished for the day, or the week. Sigh – all men are the same, cum once and out to lunch."

"Not me, lady, not this boy. I had a stiff stander that would cut diamonds especially after the old girl shot a load of joy juice down my throat that damned near drowned me!! I'd no sooner gulped in some oxygen when the old girl pushed me onto my back and dropped her very tight cu....er vagina right on my cock. Talk about insatiable!! Next thing you know the bloody lights went out."

"I see, it was such a horrible sight with that wrinkled old tart riding you hell for leather that the others couldn't bear it and switched off the light."

"You really are cynical old bitch. That's not what happened. The sister dropped her hairy snatch right on my mouth and I was blinded by her bum cheeks and my nose was up her arse."

"Disgusting. There you were, the walking penis, now the horizontal penis, being used for the sexual gratification of what was clearly a family of nymphomaniacs. And you expect to have your filthy way with me?!?? Not bloody likely!"

"Yeah? Then how come you crossed and recrossed your legs about fifteen times while I was telling you about it. That skirt has ridden up and I can see pussy juice gleaming on those bloody beautiful thighs. On top of that, your nipples have got bigger and your humongous tits are now pointing straight out."

"Maybe I'm an aural voyeur. Maybe I prefer to hear about it rather than do it."

"Crap! The smell of deep fried pussy juice is so thick you couldn't cut it with a meat cleaver. Talking about meat cleavers, mine has dripped so much pre-cum, it's wet my socks. You want me and sure as hell, I want you. Why don't you bring those nipples over here for some attention."

"Suave, very suave. My romantic funny bone is twitching with joy."

"My romantic bone is just plain twitching. Come on, don't be shy. Let the dog see the rabbit."

"I presume that is the vernacular for showing you my titties. You are a dog, a rabid dog. All you want is a quick end away and then it will be off down the club to brag about it to the boys. Typical bloody male."

"I learnt years ago that there are certain types of women, women I don't like by the way, who revel in being the gossip among the boys. I ain't no tattle tale, or tittle tale for that matter. If you won't take that sweater off, come here and let me do it. You're a PT and no mistake. You'd drive a less patient man to cut off his dick rather than go through all this. Fortunately, I'm a patient man, especially when there is a prize like you at the end of the road."


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"PT??"

"Prick Teaser, you bitch. You're enjoying this. Is this your way of getting aroused? Being all coy and girly. Sheeeit!! I just might come over there and rip it all off!"

"I can take a hint. You want to check out my titties, eh? Well, here goes."

"Oh my sainted grandmother. Look at those beauties!! Oh how beautiful are they!!?? Big, ripe, lovely big nipples – you weren't exaggerating, they're huge!! Oh, and I love the milky white colour and that tracery of blue veins."

"They need holding up like this."

"Argh, woman, don't....that's not fair. No, no, please don't wobble them like that. Have mercy or I'll disgrace myself and come in my pants, you witch, you."

"I told you, premature ejaculator. What use are you. I show my titties and you go all red and sweat is pouring out of you. You'll be comatose with sexual shock at this rate."

"I'm hanging in there, damn it. Let go and walk around a bit. I wanna see them bounce and wobble."

"I will if you promise not to spunk your undies."

"Okay, okay! Oh my sainted grandmother. Look at ‘em roll and sway. Fuck me drunk!! I've never ever seen a more exciting sight. Come closer and wobble them in front of me."

"No touching. Hands down, or I'll put them away. You're a naughty boy who needs whacking."

Oh gawd, I've died and gone to heaven. I cannot believe I'm being knocked unconscious by a humongous set of tits. Stop it will ya, I'm seeing stars already. That's better. Let me suck on one of those fantastic nipples."

"You big baby you. Let me feed one to you. Mmmhh, nice. The way you're doing it reminds me of cock sucking. You a cocksucker, boy, mmh?"

"Never, you bitch, never. Let me at the other one."

"You do that like a baby, a very hungry baby. It wouldn't surprise me if you got a mouthful of milk at that rate. What is your hand doing up between my legs, you disgusting little man!!"

"Mmph. You know, it's a man thing. Suck on tit, play with pussy. It's the only two things that men can do at the same time. Bloody hell, there's an absolute river of cu..... er pussy juice running down your legs. And what's this?? Pouting pussy lips gushing like nobody's business. You are turned on, lady. Come on, drop the skirt. By the way, when did you lose the underwear you sexy bitch?"

"Before the main course. After the potato and leek soup, I was yours for the taking. Let me undo the button before you rip it off."

"That was two bloody hours ago, you flaming PT!! You've kept me on the boil for that long talking about your nipples, your tits, your clit.........arrgh, I'm not going to show you any mercy."

"You won't last long enough to show me anything except a few pathetic dribbles from your premature ejaculating cock."

"Yeah!?? We'll see about that. M godmother, you are ash blonde down there. Absolutely fantastic! What's that I see poking out? It's the famous giant clit. I can't help it – I have to get up close and personal to it."

"Careful of your knees lad. Ohmigod!! That's so nice.......keep sucking, sucky sucky sucky. Oh yummy mummy, he's making me cummy. Take that you clit sucker you."

"Mmph, mmph."

"Stop, stop. Stop licking this instant. You've made my whole area down there super sensitive."

"Okay, okay – stop pulling my ears. It's just that your pussy juice was so tasty. And there was so much of it. That clit of yours is wonderful. I could suck it for hours."

"You are a dirty little lecher. And greedy. Now that I've had a little climax, I feel much more relaxed. Show me your dirty little dickie. I bet you've already made a mess of your undies."

"Nearly, very nearly. Here, what do you think of this? It's big isn't it?"

"Stop waving it around, there's stuff flying everywhere. Gosh, it's not bad, not bad at all. Whether it's up to any prolonged action looks doubtful from here. Let me hold it. You can give my tits a good massage while I see whether or not you are a premature ejaculator. Mmmmm, nice, smooth, velvet over steel and what a big head, just like it's owner! I might just give it a kiss. Mmmm, it's shivering. Are you going to give me a load of boy juice all over mummys face, all over her big white milky tits, eh boy?"

"Fuck me, you're good at that. No way am I going to waste the first shot all over your gorgeous body. I want it planted deep inside you. We can play other games later. Drop your steaming pussy on this, baby."

"I'm not sure it's going to fit. Ooooohh, slowly, slowly. Migod, it's deep. Wait, wait, you impatient boy. Let me get used to it. Aaahhh, that's it. What was that?"

"Mmmph, mmmph. I said I couldn't hear you because I was buried deep in your tits. Flaming hell, you're tight, but sooooo juicy. Your spunk is running down all over my balls. Two times two is four, hairy male arseholes, skinny titless broads, ah shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck why have I only got two hands. You have the most delicious pussy but stop that squeezing or I'm going to explode!!"

"Phew, oooh, I'm not doing it on purpose, you know. My cunny is going off like a sky rocket and me along with it. Do you think you can hold on? I'm almost there agaaaaaaa......."

"I can't, I must, I can't, I'm cum, cum, cummmmmmmmmiinnnnggggg! Good Christ woman, I'm still cumming. You glorious bitch, you glorious, glorious woman. That was the cum of a life time. How was it? Did you get there too?"

"Bloody men! All they want is praise for their performance. If you really must know, I'm still in the throes of a big, big multi orgasm and if you keep sucking my tits, it will last longer. Good grief, you're getting hard again. Yeow, mummy, this one's a goodie! Keep sucking, keep flicking my clit, goddamn you. Again, again! Ooohhh, it's getting bigger and colours are going off in my head. Yeehoooooooo!!!"

"You horny, horny bitch. I'm going to fuck you legless. Climb off and bend over the table. I'm going to ride you to death. What an arse, what hips. Let me hold your tits and slide this home. Oh mama, you're so juicy. Fuckee, fuckee what a night."


"Ohmigod, you're so deep!! Faster, harder, faster, faster, harder...pull my nipples, twist them off. Oh fuck me darling, fuck me to death. I'm your slut for life, your whore, your cum bunny, just keep doing that, and that and that. I'll suck you, I'll fuck you, I'll take it in the arse, just fuck me and maul my bod. Again, again, aggaaaaaa.............."

"You glorious cum slut, I going to shoot another load!!! Ah, ah, ah, gaaawwwdddddd! Your cunt is sucking my brains out, baby, oh baby!!"

"So, do ya want me to hang around and have breakfast?"

"Lady, you ain't going nowhere. I'm keeping you here until we're both skin and bones. They'll find our skeletons here years from now and they'll still be shagging. Wanna see the bedroom, darling?"

"I thought you'd never ask, handsome. By the way, I take it back about the premature ejaculation bit, and ........"



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Late on a snowy Friday night in March, I sit in my darkened living room wearing an over-sized sweater and sweatpants with socks. Two browser windows open on my laptop - one showing porn videos and the other set to my favorite chat website. My left hand casually slides under my sweater and my fingers begin to tease my right nipple until it is hard and elongated. Most men express self-arousal by stroking their cock but most of the time, I fondle my nipples.

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For as long as I can remember looking at women, I have had a fascination with nipples. Sure, everyone stares at tits and youth is always wowed by large breasts, but I soon began to focus my attention on nipples and areolas. I realized that it didn't matter if she has large breasts or small, the beauty of her nipples and the sexy brown ring around them was independent. I'm sure regular 'reading' of my monthly subscription to Playboy magazine only heightened this belief. After all, Playboy was still a leading venue for pornography in the late 70's and early 80's and the beautiful images that graced their pages were often focused on the breasts.

As I dated girls in high school and then college, I found myself becoming more and more obsessed with a woman's nipples. I was constantly trying to get my hand inside her bra - to allow my fingers to move around her areola and stimulate her nipple. I dated a girl my sophomore year of college that had the longest aroused nipples I've ever had the pleasure. I swear they would grow more than an inch as I would play with them. We dated for some time and she is a great girl but the only thing I truly miss about her is her thick, sensitive nipples and dark areolas.

At some point in my life, my fascination with nipples transferred to my very own. I love when a woman pays extra attention to them when we fuck. I drop little hints to her to give special attention by kissing, licking and biting them. The occasional woman will really know how to get me off by her tending to my nipples.

At some point, I started chatting on-line in various forums about nipples. I was driven by my desire to make them more sensitive and larger. I came across this wonderful crossdresser name Janelle who gave me some fabulous advice. And so, several times everyday I began pinching and pulling on my nipples for 200 repetitions at a time. I found my nipples really did become larger and it seemed as if I could make them harder just by brushing over them.

Janelle made other suggestions with skirt hangers and clothespins as clamps. Each addition took me further down a path with my obsession for my nipples. It ultimately led me to the following.

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Clamps with Set Screws. She set them down on the small table to my right, just barely in my peripheral vision. And then a pair of two pound lead weights. And then a pair of three pound lead weights. My mind began to race as I strained to see the weights on the table.

I had responded to an advertisement in an on-line forum. We 'chatted' in a chat room before she agreed to let me meet her. She chose a small, darkly-lit bar in an area known for strip clubs and adult books. She turned out to be a beautiful woman with long, auburn hair. She asked me a few questions before agreeing to allow me the pleasure of her services. She made it clear that I was to do exactly as she requested or she would end our appointment immediately.

I had sat down in the modified, straight-backed, steel chair willingly. I had been to visit a few times and each visit becoming more intense than the last. The seat back stopped just below my shoulder blades. The seat itself was only about half the size of a normal chair - just enough for my ass cheeks to sit on a thin cushion. My ankles were securely fastened to the front legs of the chair. My wrists and elbows were tightly fastened to the arms of the chair. The chair itself was bolted to the floor. 

Upon entering her lair, I promptly removed all my clothes, neatly folded them and put them in a box by the door. She wore a latex bra and matching latex pants. They both were a deep red color and of course, snug to her body. Her hands and lower arms were covered by gloves made of the same material. And she had five-inch stiletto heels that gave her an even-more commanding presence.

While my cock was still soft, her gloved hands forced a metal cock ring down my shaft and one at a time, over my balls. The ring fit snugly between my body and my cock. This was the first time she had done this to me. As soon as her hands left the ring, I could feel my cock begin to swell. She fastened a three-inch wide collar made of leather around my neck. Her right hand grabbed my chin and moved my head from side-to-side but the width of the collar made the movement severely constricted. There were metal rings sewn into the collar on all four sides. I watched her eyes as she admired her efforts before she took my left elbow and walked me ten feet deeper into her lair.

She motioned for me to sit down on the steel chair. I had learned through prior visits that she rarely spoke. And it was always in a commanding voice when she did. I looked the chair over as I approached and noticed the short seat and the leather strap dangling against the seat back. I turned around and sat down on the cold vinyl. My ass cheeks barely fit on the short seat and my ball sac hung down between my thighs. She bent down to one knee and moved my right ankle against the steel chair leg. Steel cuffs quickly secured my ankle. She repeated with my left leg. She forced my right elbow flat against the chair arm and secured it tightly and then my wrist. She repeated with the left elbow and wrist. Even though the room was cool and I was nude, I could feel beads of perspiration on my brow and droplets of sweat from my pits. She walked around behind me and the chair. I could feel the leather strap being slid across my belly, just below my belly button. It was pulled fairly tight to secure my lower back to the chair. It effectively eliminated most of my ability to move in the chair.

Her heels clicked and echoed on the cold concrete as she walked to a table on the side wall. I watched her tight ass encased in latex sway with each step and could feel my dick stiffen. I had never worn a cock ring and really did not know what it was supposed to do to me. She returned with a steel chain with small clips on both ends. Her left hand roughly grasped my stiff cock and pulled it to the right. Her right hand clipped the chain to the cock ring and she released my cock. She rubbed her gloved, left hand on my belly and I could feel her rubbing my pre-cum on my skin. She stepped between my thighs and bent at the knees. Her eyes looked into mine and a thin smile crossed her lips. Her left hand pulled my neck forward and the right hand clipped the steel chain to the ring in front of the collar. When she released my neck, I realized the chain that ran between my neck and cock ring was not quite long enough to allow me to straighten. It caused me to lean forward in the chair, but the leather strap across my lower belly kept me from going any further forward. If I tried to straighten my back, the cock ring dug into my skin.

Standing five feet in front of me, well within my view, she reaches behind her back and unfastens her latex bra. She lowers it off her 36D breasts and shows them to me for first time in my visits. The left nipple has a thick barbell piercing it. The right nipple has a large ring. Her breasts are quite firm and sit high on her chest. She displays no tan lines, though the light is dim. She gets within a foot of me and lightly pinches each of her nipples and grins. Then she gets on her knees between my spread legs and pushes my chin up causing me to gasp as the cock ring digs into my flesh. Her gloved hands reach forward and grasp each nipple. As she pinches harder, I find myself clinching my jaw. She pulls the nipples from my body and twists them in opposite directions. My cock throbs as she does this. And then she releases them and I feel my body relax.

Her heels click as she walks to that table. She returns holding a leather strap with a hard rubber ring. She holds it up for me to see it clearly. "Do you know what this is?" When I shake my head from side to side to indicate 'no', she walks around behind me. She loops it in front of my mouth and says, "Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue." I do as she directs me to do. The rubber ring is pulled over my tongue and into my mouth. She positions the hard rubber ring so it is inside my upper and lower jaws with my tongue sticking through it. My mouth is now wide-open without the ability to close it. The leather strap is buckled tightly behind my head. I can now feel sweat running down my arms from my pits.

And then she brings the clamps with set screws. She set them down on the small table to my right, just barely in my peripheral vision. She hesitates so I have time to mentally take in the clamps. And then a pair of two pound lead weights. And then a pair of three pound lead weights. My mind began to race as I strained to see the weights on the table. She sat them down so I could identify the '2' and the '3' stamped on them. More pre-cum oozes from the tip of my hard cock. My balls hang down between my legs. I am terrified at this moment. And this is why I have come to her lair this evening. I'm sure my body is shaking, though it could just be my imagination.

She produces a long-handled object like a leather flyswatter as she returns to my vision directly in front of me. I try to swallow as best I can but I can already feel my spittle drooling from my forced-open mouth. She bends down and flicks the swatter directly on my left nipple. My breathing quickens markedly as the sharp pain registers in my brain. Twenty, quick flicks has my nipple bright red and as erect as I've ever seen it. She puts the swatter across my lap as she reaches for one of the clamps. Her left breast brushes my extended tongue as she does. She opens the clamp and closes it around my nipple. I hear squeals of pain from my voice. The clamp bites the tender flesh. And then she twists the set screw three full turns. I try to move but I am securely fastened to the steel chair. And with it bolted to the floor, I can barely move at all.

Before I can control any sensation of my breathing, the right nipple is flicked five times. She pauses just a moment before fifteen more has my nipple red, sensitive and hard. Again, her large, firm breast brushes my extended tongue as she picks up the second clamp. It bites into my flesh as the clamp closes around my nipple. Three full turns with the set screw and my nipples are both on fire. While still on her knees between my spread legs, she positions her head inches over the crown of my cock. Thick spit drizzles from her lips. Her gloved hand rubs my cock from crown to base using her spit as lubricant. I'm erect and aroused but the cock ring is preventing any orgasm. For just a couple moments, the pain to my nipples is forgotten. And then she slaps my hanging ball sac and the pain returns. She stands and walks away from me into the darkness.

I sat on the small steel chair with my bare ass barely supported. I'm forced to lean forward by the chain and the clamps bite into my nipples. I can't hear her or see her but I know she must be watching. Fifteen agonizing minutes pass. And then I hear the click of her heels on the cold concrete. She walked across the room and stops with her left tit inches from my face. She pressed her big tit to my tongue and mouth. My tongue, extended through the hard rubber ring, tries to lick and flick her nipple. I feel the metal of the barbell piercing against the tip of my tongue. Spittle runs down my tongue and onto her tit as my tongue flicks her nipple in an effort to please her. Her gloved hands began to rub my chest, massaging the area around my aching nipples. The suddenness makes my whole body lurch upwards. I try to cry out but my voice is hoarse and my mouth is covered by her big tit. Gloved hands rub next to the clamps and tears form in my eyes. Her hands leave my chest and her tit pulls free from my mouth.

The two pound weights have small hooks that easily attach to the clamps. She picks them up and holds them in front of my eyes. And then she slips one on the left nipple. I cry out as the weight drops and pulls on my nipples. And then the right nipple is pulled from the weight that is added. My breathing is ragged as I fight the pain to my nipples. My cock is rock hard and feels like it is on fire. This was the whole reason to make my head lean forward. It allows the weights to hang free of my body and thus, it makes them feel even heavier. She caresses my hanging ball sac. Her hand cups it in her hand and then I felt her hand close around it. And she pulled it downward. I scream through the ring. It comes out more like a croak. And she laughs at my anguish. I hear myself trying to beg her for mercy but the words are unintelligible. And she would not have acquiesced even if she could have understood me. That wasn't the proposition.

Once again, she brings her tit - this time the right - to my drooling mouth. She put her hand behind my head and pulled it backwards a couple inches. I cry out as my cock is pulled by this action. Tears again stream down my cheeks. She shoves her tit into my mouth. I try to suckle, to kiss, but all I can do is lick her nipple with my tongue. It's been just more than fifteen minutes with the two-pound weights hanging from my nipples. She releases my head. She reaches for the three-pound weights. I try to shake my head to plead, but all is does is pull the chain attached to my cock. Without much fanfare, a three-pound weight is added to each nipple clamp. Five pounds hang down from each nipple. I cry out. I try to scream. My whole body rebels against the steel chair that holds me in place. It's as if I'm trying to make the chair move up and down but I can't move. The restraints on my arms and ankles dig into my skin. My breathing is ragged. I know this is far more painful than I had imagined when I first contacted her. A gloved hand lightly rakes my throbbing cock and it jumps. This causes the weights to swing and I scream again.

She walks away and leaves me in total, mind-numbing pain. Ten minutes pass and then she returns. She is only wearing boots that lace to just below her knee and her gloves. Her pussy is smooth except for a small patch of auburn pubes. "Here's the deal. You tongue my clit and get me off. When you do this, I'll start the process of releasing you. Do you understand?" I nodded my head and plead with my eyes. She steps forward and presses her musky, wet pussy to my tongue. My tongue frantically flicks at her clitoris. I try to use every skill I have ever learned to get a woman off this way. My tongue strokes her pussy lips and tries to fuck her before returning to her clitoris. She has a large clit and it appears very sensitive based on her body reactions. Drool is running down my chin as I try to breathe through my nose. Her pussy is plastered to my mouth. My tongue flicks side-to-side and she pulls my head into her sex. Her body shakes and then shakes harder. "Yes, Yes." And then she steps away from my tongue. Her inner thighs are wet from my drool and her orgasm.

I feel her behind me. Her 36D's press against my back as she leans into me from behind me. Her gloves massage my shoulders and work their way down my chest. The latex is cool against my body covered in sweat. Her fingers move around my chest, rubbing and caressing my muscles. I can barely breathe - I know it will be intense. But I have no idea how intense and I don't know when. I feel her hot breathe on my ear. I can not believe how I can be both so aroused and so terrified. And then the moment happens, she squeezes the left clamp and it opens. Blood from my entire body it seems, rushes to my nipple. My eyes go wide and I scream through now stretched and hoarse vocal cords. My tongue wiggles in my mouth. Her hand lightly rakes my distended and white nipple. I feel-light headed as if I will black out. And she seems to sense this as well. The right clamp is suddenly opened around my nipple. And once again, the rush of blood to my nipple. My body slumps and I black out from the pain.

I wake to a start, jerking my head backwards and pulling on my cock ring. She is standing in front of me with a cracked tube of smelling salts. "No fair blacking out. You'll miss all the pleasure of my services." My left arm is free of the restraints, though I don't realize it. My nipples are on fire. Sweat is running from my body and pooling underneath me. My cock is like steel and throbbing.

"You may jerk yourself off now. It won't ease the pain, but the orgasm will be like nothing you have ever experienced. You can release yourself when you are finished. When you stand, I will help you to your clothes." And then she turned and walked into the darkness with just the echoes of her heels.

I tried to move my right arm, but it was still restrained. The left arm practically fell into my lap. My nipples were raw and screamed for attention but I was too afraid to even touch them. My hand moved around the base of my cock and tightened. I slowly began to stroke my hard seven-inch cock. My sweaty hand mixed with the pre-cum and my own drool to create a slick lubricant. I stroked up and down as I gained some control of my muscles. It felt so great to have any sense of control over my own body. The pace quickened and I could feel my orgasm locked inside my body. Finally my cock erupted. I screamed out through the ring in my mouth in pleasure. A thick, white stream shot upwards and landed on my face and lips. I continued pumping and more cum shot onto my chest. She was right about the experience. It had never felt so intense when I had cum. Finally I stopped stroking my cock. I released the chain from my neck and felt my body slump.

It took me a few minutes but I finally extricated myself from all of the restraints. My jaw ached after removing the ring that had held it open so long. My body was on fire and I could feel all my muscles trembling. I tried to stand and my legs gave way as I hit the seat. True to her word, she helped me to a bench in the darkness where my clothes were stored. I fumbled in the dark to dress myself. "You did well" was all she said to me as she opened a door into the dark outside.

I realized it was an alley and I gingerly pulled out my cell phone. It was nearly midnight. I had entered her lair at 8 o'clock. My body shuddered as I stumbled to the corner to hail a cab home.

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I had met Lindsay a few years earlier when she was an 18-year old college freshman. She was working as a part-time stripper in a topless bar near the college she attended. She had shoulder-length dirty, blonde hair that should we swing wildly when she danced. Her smile always had a sadness to it and I later learned it had to do with the crummy family life she had at home. The first time I watched her dance - I usually sat midway back in the bar - I noticed her thin body and small tits. She was different than most of the girls that stripped - bigger girls with significant tits for show. The second time she took the stage that night, I moved to one of the front-row seats to get a better view. The bar wasn't too crowded, it was mid-week and relatively late, and my steady stream of dollar bills kept her dancing near me.

As she removed her bikini top for the first time, the spotlight glinted off her nipple rings and I was hooked, of course. It was obvious she hadn't been dancing long, but she moved with confidence and even gave me a smile or two during her solo numbers. Once her solo was finished, I moved back to my regular seat in the bar. A few minutes later, Lindsay was standing next to me in a bikini and very high stiletto's. She said she appreciated my tipping at the stage and asked if I wanted a personal lap dance. I was going to say 'no', but the look in her eyes had me saying 'yes'. We moved to a booth against the back wall just as the next dancer began her solos. I paid Lindsay the $10 and she began to rub her skinny ass against my crotch. She gyrated and straddled my thighs as she gave me her best. She really didn't have much in the way of tits, but she squeezed them through her bikini top and pushed them into my face. I really wanted to see her nipples, but knew that was out of the question. The thought of her nipple piercings drove my erection more than her dance, but I smiled and tipped her when she was finished.




Nipples



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Over the course of her first year at college, I stopped into the bar on many nights when she was working. Through dances and a few of her breaks, we became friends. Not friends that fuck, but true friends. I think the crappy home life and me being some fifteen years or so older than her, gave her a comfort level with me. I often tipped her on stage but never did get another lap dance from her. After a couple months of visits to the club, I told her about my fixation with nipples and fell for her nipple rings that first night. She later told me how me she loved having her nipples pierced and that she would sometimes lay in bed and just rub her nipples and play with the rings while she masturbated. I didn't say anything then, but told her a couple years later, that I almost came in my pants when she said that to me!

I helped her get through school as a soundboard for some career choices, a shoulder to cry on when life / work / school got her down, and with some financial aid when she was short for tuition or books. In keeping with the times and her surroundings, Lindsay became fascinated with tattoo's. Every time she would get a new one, she made a point to show it to me and explain the significance to her. Shoulder, upper back, calf, and even below her panty line had works of "art". 

I still remember when she got the one just above and to the left of her pussy. I could hear the excitement in her voice as she was telling me how she was nervous in the shop. She had to pull down her pants and thong to allow the artist access. I thought it odd considering she had stripped for three years but she told me that was totally different. She told me she always kept her pubes neatly trimmed but had shaved for the tattoo. It was the first time someone had seen her smooth and it kind of excited her even though she thought nothing special of the guy doing the work. When she started unbuttoning her jeans to show me, as she always did with new work, I told her it wasn't necessary. She told me I was being silly and proceeded to pull down her jeans and move aside her thong so I could see the colorful butterfly on her skin. Of course, I could also see her smooth skin and the lips of her pussy.

Along the way, Lindsay had become a piercer in a shop near the college where she also got her tattoo's. She told me the money was almost as good as stripping and a much better environment. I had to agree with her on that part.

Once she started working at the shop, it was only a matter of time before she added another piercing to her body. I was traveling so she called to tell me. I was on the east coast so it was nearing midnight when Lindsay called. I could hear the excitement in her voice. "I got my clit pierced tonight!," she practically yelled into the phone. I fell back on the bed and asked her to tell me again what she said. She explained that it's really pierced through the hood that covers the clit but that it looks really cool! It's a small, gold ring that hangs down. Lindsay told me it looked really cool - she was looking at it in a mirror as we spoke - and that it was designed to stimulate. I couldn't believe what she was telling me and didn't even realize that my left hand was pinching and pulling on my nipple.

#

I told Lindsay she didn't need to do this - actually I told her she probably shouldn't do this. But she just grinned her silly little grin and kept unbuttoning her blouse. I watched as she slipped it off her shoulders. My eyes roamed over the creamy, white skin of her torso and locked in on her small, pert breasts. Her nipples were hard like a pencil eraser and tonight were pierced with gold rings and blue beads. Her fingers traced circles around her nipples as her eyes stared at me. My eyes were glued to her sexy nipples and those gold rings that hung from them.

We were standing in her small living room after dinner. We had shared to-go spaghetti and a bottle of chianti and had just been talking innocently about our day-to-day lives. She went to her bedroom and reappeared in a couple minutes wearing just a blouse and bikini's. And now she wore just the bikini's. Lindsay knew what this was doing to me and I slipped my left hand under my t-shirt and began to play with my nipple. My fingers pinched and pulled at it as I watched Lindsay do the same with hers. It seemed her nipples grew longer as I watched her. I could feel my cock stiffening in my shorts as I watched. Lindsay's hips were lightly swaying back-and-forth as she played were her sexy nipples.

#

So here I now sit in her chair at the shop. It's been three months since my night of nipple torture at the hands of the woman with the long auburn hair. It was a few days before I could even touch my nipples without wincing in the memories. A couple weeks after that night, I realized I could make myself cum just by playing with my nipples for a few minutes. She had so sensitized my body and mind to the sensation and I was thrilled. I had been talking with Lindsay about this and she suggested I pierce my nipples to heighten the sensation and be a lasting reminder. When she first suggested it, I thought of her own pierced nipples and the first night I met her in the bar. And then I thought of my tormentress and her pierced nipples.

Lindsay told me to take off my shirt and sit back in the chair. I watched as she slipped on gloves and that night from three months earlier rushed into my brain. I had to shift in the chair in an attempt to conceal my growing erection. Lindsay smiled, knowing the reason for my discomfort but not saying a word. Finally, with needle in hand she moved over my chest. "Ready?"



Nipples of Steel



Note: I love getting suggestions from readers. This selection came from a fantasy of the real Sara and is based very loosely on an event in her life. Thank you for the idea I loved writing the story and hope all have fun reading it.

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Being a teacher sure had its advantages for Sara as she loved the great outdoors. It meant the physical education teacher had time to spend hiking, biking, and doing other outdoor activities with her husband, Rick during the summers. They also went camping a few times each summer but avoided the big holiday weekends preferring the times when the campgrounds would be less crowded.

Sara might dispute this but she is a knockout. She has short dark brown, almost black, hair and dreamy brown eyes. And, as you would expect as a Physical Education teacher has a fit and trim body. She has luscious 34C tits and a perfectly sculpted ass and her skin always appears to have a light tan. She has all of the male eyes at the high school gawking at her muscular but sexy body.

It was two years ago when Sara was 33 when she and her husband took their first camping trip of the summer. Being the weekend after Memorial Day the state campground was pretty sparsely populated. The couple loved it as they felt like they were truly getting away from civilization. Sure, they would meet people on the trails or in the shower house but still felt like they were getting back to nature. 

For this first trip they decided to take along Sara's nephew, John, John was 18 years old and a bit shy, especially around girls. Sizing up her nephew Sara thought that if she were 17 or 18 she would find him very attractive. He stood as tall as she did and was also very physically fit, not a dram of fat on his body.

A couple of weeks before the trip Sara's cousin called her up just to chat. After the call Sara asked her husband about taking her cousin Ellen along. Ellen would have her boyfriend, Paul, and her boyfriend's little brother with them. He thought it was a great idea as the other couple was a lot of fun and the other 18 year old boy would give John someone to relate to.

Wasting no time Sara called Ellen and made the arrangements. They figured to have a good time spending a relaxing weekend walking along the streams and lying out by the lake. Rick was happy as Ellen was every bit as sexy as Sara. He loved the idea of having two gorgeous women to admire.

Ellen was about the same height as Sara but had hazel eyes and shoulder length lighter brown hair. She too had a very physically fit body with a perfectly sculpted ass but her tits were just a bit larger than Sara's. If they weren't so devoted to the men in their life they could have had their pick of any guy they wanted.

They all met at Ellen's for the drive up to the lake on Friday afternoon. Sara got a good look at Mark the boy that Ellen had brought along and instantly noticed that he was as good looking as John and every bit as shy. She would have bet money that both of the 18 year olds were virgins.

The trip up to the campground was uneventful. Upon reaching the campsite the six of them quickly set up the tents. All of them were dressed only in shorts and t-shirts as it was blistering hot. The older guys unloaded the coolers from the vehicles. Ellen and Sara scurried around setting up the tents with sleeping bags and the like. 

The boys had a seat at the picnic table and got to know each other. But, it seemed that instead of looking at the beautiful wooded scenery around them they were gawking at Sara and Ellen. Sara could feel their eyes on her body and was flattered. When the ladies were just about finished with the unpacking Ellen called Sara into her tent.

"Do you see those boys? They can't take their eyes off us," Ellen softly whispered.

"I don't think they even notice how obvious they are being. They are practically drooling over us," Sara was giggling as she answered her cousin.

"Hey Sara, let's give them something to really drool over," Ellen said mischievously. She was the wilder one of the pair being four years younger than her cousin.

"What do you have in mind?" Sara asked almost fearful of the answer as there was no telling what her cousin had come up with.

"What do you think about taking off our bras to let them fully appreciate our boobs in only our t-shirts? It will drive them nuts watching our boobs bounce freely." The excitement was obvious in Ellen's eyes as she thought this could be a lot of fun. She didn't even mind the idea that the boys probably would be masturbating thinking of having sex with her and Sara. "You are a little cock tease. But, why not it will probably be the highlight of the trip for them," Sara was still giggling but reached for the hem of her shirt. Both ladies pulled the shirts over their heads. Quickly they undid the clasps on their bras and dropped them to the tent floor. The breeze that blew through the tent felt good against their freed breasts causing their nipples to get instantly erect. 

When they were excited like this both ladies had very large nipples so when they put back on the t-shirts the nipples were very obvious. It looked as if their nipples were trying to poke holes through the cotton material. They were still giggling as they left the tent. 

Rick asked Sara what was so funny. Laughing she told him it was an inside joke. It was no joke to John and Mark as they noticed instantly the ladies boobs jiggling in their shirts. They couldn't believe how big those tits were. It was as if four giant grapefruits were bouncing around in the women's shirts.

As Sara and Ellen continued doing little things like wiping off the picnic table they made sure to get very close to the young men, reaching from behind them to put something on the table causing their tits to dangle inches from the lad's faces. Their walk suddenly transformed into a very sensual sway. 

They were giving the boys, and the older guy's one hell of a show. Sara's sensitive nipples were getting more and more excited as every time she moved the material of the shirt would rub against her hardened nipples, or as Rick called them, nipples of steel. As they teased and flirted with them shamelessly Sara noticed the huge bulges in the boy's shorts for the first time. She couldn't help but lick her lips.

Excitedly she called Ellen aside and whispered, "Do you see the effect we are having on them? They both have big hard-ons."

"Yeah, I think they may have bigger cocks than our guys. Don't laugh, but I wouldn't mind seducing those two young studs. They are sure sexy." Ellen could feel the familiar tingle in her pussy and knew that she was so turned on that at the very least Paul would get one hell of a fuck tonight.

Little did she know but Sara was having very similar feelings. Suddenly Sara wanted her nephew's presumed virginity. Hoarsely she admitted," I haven't been this horny for years. It would be fun wouldn't it but, there are two problems the first is that they are too young and it would be incest. The second problem is we won't ever be alone with them long enough to do anything."

"Oh Sara, quit being so practical. As for the first thing who cares if they want it and we want it that's all that matters. As for being alone with them long enough let's play that by ear. In the meantime let's continue having fun and if the opportunity arises we should give them a once in a lifetime memory," Ellen was purring.

"Ok, we'll play it by ear. But if we do this we have to both agree and have a signal between us to go for it," Sara couldn't believe she was saying this. The truth was that she was more turned on than her cousin. They agreed that they would give each other a playful slap on the rump if they wanted to go ahead and seduce the kids.

It wasn't five minutes later as the ladies were discussing how to seduce the boys when the older guys, now finished building the campfire, came up to them. It seems they had been chatting and had decided to do some fishing. They offered the boys the opportunity but the lads decided to hang around camp. 

The only problem was that Rick and Paul didn't have fishing licenses so they were going to hike up to the campground office to buy them. It was a fifteen minute walk each way and the combination office and convenience store was always busy. Sara figured they would be gone about an hour or so.

As soon as Paul and Rick disappeared from sight Ellen swatted Sara's ass. But, Sara didn't swat back as she didn't figure there would be quite enough time. Frustrated with the lack of response Ellen dragged her cousin out of ear shot of the boys. She excitedly whispered, "Come on this is our big chance don't blow it." "There isn't enough time," Sara, who was clearly disappointed, responded. After more cajoling Ellen finally convinced her cousin to at least put on a show for John and Mark. Still watching every move Ellen and Sara made, the boys were attempting to play a card game. The ladies walked together until they were beside the table.

"Hi guys, Ellen and I noticed that you have been admiring the scenery. You can't take your eyes off us. Don't worry about it is flattering and kind of hot," Sara told them in a sweet non-threatening tone. The boys couldn't believe that they made these fully grown ladies hot by watching them doing chores.

"Do you think that Sara and I are sexy or pretty," Ellen purred as she ran her fingers through her hair behind her neck. She pushed her chest out giving them full appreciation of her more than ample bosom.

Gulping hard and barely able to speak John answered for them barely audible, "Oh yes you are two of the sexiest, I mean prettiest women we know."

"Would you like to see more of us?" Sara asked in a husky tone. She glanced over at her cousin who appeared poised like a leopard ready to pounce on its prey.

"Oh yes, of course," Paul replied not believing what the older woman was saying. 

"Ok, then how about showing us more of you and take off your shirts for me," Ellen smiled as the stakes were being raised higher and higher. The words had barely left her mouth when the guy's shirts flew off. The boy's eyes were now boring a hole through the ladies bodies.

"Now guys, that isn't how you take off a shirt. Let me show you how to do it," Sara cooed. Neither lady was lesbian or even bisexual but both knew what would turn these young men on. Sara stepped halfway behind her cousin. As Sara walked her fingers around Ellen's stomach Ellen leaned back against her. 

Sara raised her hands until they were lifting up the bottom of Ellen's boobs as Ellen seductively licked her lips. Purring out loud Sara squeezed the bottom of her cousin's tits pointing them straight toward John and Mark. Then quickly she slid her hands to the hem of Ellen's shirt and slowly lifted it gradually exposing Ellen's full chest. 

The shirt came off easily over Ellen's head Sara wondered if Ellen's extra large nipples were as sensitive as her and after caressing the soft skin of her boobs Sara gave each nipple a squeeze eliciting a tiny moan from her partner in seduction. Juggling Ellen's tits Sara asked, "Guys what do you think of these?"

Both boys were tongue tied and could say nothing. Squeezing Ellen hadn't turned Sara on any further but seeing the teenager's response sent a tingle through her body. Releasing Ellen's boobs Sara turned to face the boys knowing it was her turn. Ellen followed the same sequence as Sara had of taking off the shirt and the caressing.

Sara really liked the way Ellen touched her tits. She wished men knew how to touch like that. Now that both gals were topless they faced each other and tweaked each other's boobies. Once they had gotten each other's nipples as hard and erect as they could they turned and faced the guys.

As they got closer they grabbed their own tits and caressed them seductively. Then with their boobies only three feet from the guy's faces they leaned over and swayed their boobs back and forth. Ellen whispered, "Go ahead John and reach out and touch your Aunt Sara's tits. I promise they won't bite. You too, Mark, touch me, it'll be our little secret."

Timidly both of them started to reach up for the large sexy tits in front of them. Just as the boys ran their fingers over the soft skin they all heard loud talking from down the road. Sara knew that Rick and Paul must have had a couple of beers to cool them off as Rick got just a bit louder and talkative after just a drink or two. Not that he drank a lot or ever really got drunk he just enjoyed occasional social drinking. After all, they all drank wine while they were grilling, but never to excess. She was very glad that alcohol had this effect on Rick otherwise Ellen and her would have been caught half nude with the boys. Quickly they pulled away from the kids and threw back on their shirts. The rest of the evening went along normally except the boys seemed to be pouting about the opportunity they lost.

The three tents were set up in a straight line with the teenager's tent in the middle. Rick's theory was that both sets of adults could keep an eye on them this way. He was worried that they might leave camp to have fun or go on a 'cunt hunt.' Little did he know that the cunts they wanted were already in camp.

As a result, the boys got a surprise that night. Both Ellen and Sara were so turned on by their failed seduction attempt that they attacked their mates within minutes of lying down. They tried their best to keep it silent but there was no mistaking what was going on. Rick was all over Sara's tits and she had such sensitive nipples that she came twice before he even ripped off her panties.

The experience for Ellen and Paul was very similar as Ellen lost count of how many times she came. Once Mark and John thought everyone was asleep including each other they began frantically jerking off thinking of Sara and Ellen's bodies. John wanted his aunt more than anything in the world.

They didn't do even as good of a job of being quiet as the older folks had as both ladies could hear what was going on; the heavy breathing and the ruffling of the sleeping bags. To the boys the sun seemed to come up far too early. The chirping of the birds before six in the morning pissed them both off.

Their moods would brighten very quickly once they staggered from their tent as Ellen and Sara both greeted them with broad smiles. Neither lady even bothered with putting on their bra. Their tits bounced freely as they prepared pancakes and sausages. Rick and Paul quickly downed the delicious breakfast as they informed their girls that they needed to hurry up before the fish quit biting as they had gotten up later than they should have.

The other four camper's spirits quickly soared as they were still excited about what they had started the evening before. Sara quickly helped Rick pack up a small cooler with beverages while Ellen helped Paul check out the tackle box. They were even happier when Rick kissed Sara goodbye and told her, "We should be back just in time to clean whatever we catch so that we can cook it up for lunch."

Paul passionately kissed his girlfriend goodbye and gave her ass a playful swat. Other than peeking over at the older ladies bodies the boys were too busy stuffing down their pancakes to pay attention to the older folks. Ellen and Sara quickly signaled each other by slapping each other's asses as they would have about three hours to play with their young studs.

Sara was ecstatic as she wouldn't feel rushed and would have time to do things right and maybe even get to play with both boys. Each lady grabbed a can of soda and sat down beside the youngsters. Ellen put the can between her tits and rubbed it back and forth against her boobs saying, "Boy, it is already hot out here."

"I can't believe that it is only 8:00," Sara answered. She, too, rubbed her can across her chest. The cans were wet enough that both ladies tits looked as if they had been in a wet t-shirt contest. Their nipples hardened and nothing was left to the imagination. John and Mark dropped their plastic forks and sat there gawking.

They were both too shy to make the first move. Sara didn't want to come on too strong but wanted to get the show on the road. She needed those young cocks every way she could have them. Seductively she spoke, "Do you guys mind if I take off my shirt?"

John stammered, "No, Aunt Sara we don't mind at all."

Then an inspiration hit Sara as she turned toward her nephew, How about you take it off for me."

John thought about refusing but couldn't be a wimp in front of Mark. As John reached for the hem of his aunt's shirt Ellen was asking Mark to take off her shirt and Mark agreed to do it. John's hands were shaking as he lifted the shirt off over his aunt's head.

Mark was having trouble catching his breath as his brother's girlfriend's tits came back into full view. Ellen and Sara thought Mark might hyper ventilate and John was in almost the same shape. The ladies could feel their pussies getting wet quickly in anticipation of the fun ahead.

Smiles crossed both ladies faces as the boys just sat there afraid to move with eyes fixed squarely on a hard pointy pair of nipples. Sara lightly caressed the underside of her breast gradually lifting it up until the nipple was pointed at John's mouth. The moment of truth was here as she asked," would you like to feel my breast, John?"

Ellen and Mark turned their heads to see what would happen, but John just sat there dumb-founded. Gently his aunt grabbed his hand and placed his entire palm against one of her boobs. When he didn't pull the first hand away she grabbed his other hand and placed it on her other breast. She squeezed her boob through John's hand.

"Your hands feel great there. Go ahead and explore my titties. I love to have my tits and nipples played with. Don't worry you can't hurt them," the lust was now obvious in her voice. Seeing what John was doing Mark reached up and tentatively placed his hands on Ellen's orbs. Ellen responded by caressing Mark's thigh.

The erect nipples of Sara's boobs were poking John's hand as he slowly began feeling his aunt's titties. Gradually he ran his fingertips all over the surface and gave them a small squeeze. Sara cooed in encouragement as John decided that he needed to say something, "Aunt Sara you are so pretty."

Internally Sara laughed to herself at the lame attempt of her nephew to compliment her. Ellen had slid onto Mark's lap as he was really getting into playing with her breasts. Responding to her nephew Sara cooed, "Thank you John; come on baby it is ok to squeeze and play with them a bit harder than that. Oh yes, tease my nipples."

His Aunt's tits felt wonderful in John's hands as he began to relax just a bit and fondle and squeeze the big orbs that were now directly in front of his face. Suddenly John tensed up again as he felt Sara's hand caress his pecker through his shorts. Reaching her other hand behind the boy's head Sara whispered excitedly, "Oh my; John! Kiss my boobies; come on and suck them stud."

There was a large grassy area right next to the table. Ellen stood up and grabbed Mark's hand motioning him to follow her. Thoroughly into the tit sucking she was now getting from her nephew Sara hadn't noticed, at first, that Ellen was moving on to the next step. As soon as she realized what Ellen was doing she squeezed John's cock and told him to come with her.

As nervous and inexperienced as the guys were the ladies were afraid to get too far out in front of each other as the guys might chicken out. This way they would be afraid to stop things as they didn't want to look like a dork. The ladies had nothing to worry about as the guys were so turned on now they wouldn't stop now unless forced to stop.

The guys found the older lady's arms around their necks followed by the dancing of tongues in their mouth. In seconds the ladies had pulled the boy's shirts over their heads and dropped them into the grass. They ran their hands all over the boy's bodies pausing to squeeze their ass cheeks. Taking the cue both guys responded by giving their partner's big ass a hard squeeze. 




Nipples of Steel



Sara pushed her hand inside of John's shorts and shoved them to the ground. Kissing him again she did the same to his underpants feeling his cock bounce against her still covered bush. Ellen took a different approach and instead shoved down both Mark's shorts and underwear at the same time.

Dropping to their knees in front of John and Mark Ellen and Sara couldn't believe the sight that greeted them. These were wonderful cocks before their eyes. Both boys had bigger cocks than Rick or Paul; nice and large. The cock's weren't huge like you see in porno movies; just a perfect mouthful.

"Shit John, this thing is huge! I'm going to make you cum right in my mouth," Sara told her nephew as she juggled his balls in her hand. Grabbing his pecker with the other hand she guided the tip to her lips and flicked his pee hole with her tongue. The boy jumped what seemed like a foot at this new feeling.

Ellen was a bit more aggressive and wild and had pushed Mark onto the ground. Her head was bobbing up and down on Mark's cock like a piston. Sara's style was more sensual and seductive as she licked all around John's cock head and used her tongue up and down the length of the shaft.

A loud gulp came from John when suddenly Sara swallowed his pecker whole. She thought he must be eight or nine inches long. Grunts and groans were coming from both boys and they kept getting louder and louder. The ladies knew that the guys wouldn't last very long. John's knees were buckling as he could hardly stand.

Noticing John's predicament Sara pulled her mouth momentarily from her wonderful prize and helped the boy to the ground. The women's heads were bobbing up and down on the shafts in almost unison as their large tits swayed back and forth seductively. Neither boy had felt anything quite as intense as this in their young lives. Gasping for his breath John yelled out, "Aunt Sara I'm about to cum!"

"Me too Ellen, I can't hold back," Mark chimed in. 

"Then do it; come on and fill our mouths with that sweet nectar its ok just let it go," Sara moaned in response lifting her mouth for only a second from John's jewels. She had no more than swallowed the boy's pecker again when the first load of jism filled her mouth. She loved it and continued to suck him hard.

Ellen let Sara do the talking as she nibbled on the head of her possible future brother's cock head before working her mouth back down his shaft to his pubic hair. Mark bucked and spasmed as his first big shot hit the back of Ellen's throat as she gulped up the sticky substance ravenously.

Satisfied that they had enough of the sweet taste of cock for now Ellen and Sara climbed up the boy's bodies and kissed them passionately on the lips. Sara rolled off of John and laid flat on her back beside him. She was mildly surprised that he just laid there and did nothing. So grabbing his hand she placed it right on her crotch.

John ran his hand across his aunt's private area. He couldn't believe how warm she felt down there. Ellen had already pulled Mark on top of her and pushed his face into her boobs. Having to continue to be the aggressor Sara pulled off her shorts leaving only her white cotton bikini panties gently she put her arm around his back pulling him on to his side next to her voluptuous body.

"Hey John, how about starting with my mouth and then kiss all the way down my body until you get to my hot pussy. When you get there you can take off my panties and kiss, lick and suck my pussy if you want to," she was purring as she drew circles on his chest with her fingers. Pulling the boy tighter to her they kissed erotically as he melted into her. He had smooched enough with girls his age to know enough to take advantage of her bare chest now that it was clearly his. 

Quickly he kissed down her chest and popped her large nipple into his Mouth. He lashed his tongue against it causing Sara to moan loudly. When he sucked on the sensitive nipple Sara wrapped her arms around him tightly. The boy could feel his aunt squirming under him and knew he was doing something right.

A little more confident, John progressed down Sara's tummy pausing at her belly button to dart his tongue in and out before kissing down to the top of her undies. He debated what to do for a second and decided to kiss all over the front of her panties while he turned his body around. 

Sara's sweet scent was overpowering. There was a large wet spot right in the middle of the crotch of the panties. John just had to see what she looked like underneath the underwear so grabbing the top of the panties he began to pull them off of her hips. Sara lifted her pelvis far off of the ground to make it simple for the boy.

"Oh my God Sara," John gasped as her full hairy pussy came into view. It was trimmed neatly so that nothing would show when she wore her swim suit but otherwise it was full and fluffy. He could see the bright pink lips that hid her remaining treasures causing a shiver to run up his spine.

"How about climbing between your aunt's legs and show me if you can do as good of a job eating me out as you did with my boobs," she cooed as she slowly spread her legs apart and lifted her knees off of the ground. Her cunt opened before John's eyes like a rare beautiful flower revealing her erect clit and glistening cunt.

Needless to say it only took seconds for John to get into position between her legs. Sara looked over at Ellen just a couple of yards away and she was humping Mark's face full force as he was fully into her honey pot. He sucked and licked Ellen like a crazy man. Ellen was playing with her tits as she got her tongue lashing.

Suddenly Sara's attention was drawn back to between her own legs as John used his tongue to scoop up her twat from bottom to top. He did this several more times to get up all of the excess cream flowing from his aunt's pussy. He decided right then that he had a new favorite dish. When he flicked his tongue across his aunt's clit she jumped almost out of her skin. So he repeated this several more times.

Then he pulled the little button between his lips and sucked on it as he continued to flick it with his tongue. Sara couldn't believe the sensations her own nephew was giving her. Grabbing his hair she shoved his head tightly into her twat yelling, "Come on you fucker eat me, shit, oh my fucking god."

Sara's hips were bucking and thrashing all over the ground as she came over and over again. Both ladies were now screaming in glorious orgasm. They were glad the nearest occupied campsite was several hundred yards away. As Sara released John's head he gasped, "Your pussy tasted so great."

"If you liked eating my cunt so much let's see what you think about it after you fuck it. Would you like to try that?" Sara knew the answer but waited the eternity of three seconds for his answer.

"Oh fuck yes, Aunt Sara but are you sure what about Uncle Rick?" John had a momentary flash of conscious attack him but still hopes his aunt will go through with fucking him.

"Don't worry about anything but whether or not you would like to get that big cock of yours inside of my tight hot steamy pussy. Come on, John, fuck your Aunt Sara, I need to feel that whole huge thing inside of me. Climb up here and give it to me, sexy, she urged desperately. She was pulling out all of the stops now.

The last sentence was barely out of her mouth when John's cock hit her pubic hair. Pulling his honey covered lips to hers she kissed him passionately. Giving the boy no time to change his mind she grabbed his cock and pulled it into her tight opening. With her other hands she pushed on his ass causing his cock to move deeper inside of her.

"Oh fuck," John moaned as his cock went deeper and deeper into her forbidden fruit. Sara groaned in delight while using her vaginal muscles to squeeze her welcome invader. Soon he was gently going in and out of the pussy of the lady that he had many fantasies about that were now coming true.

Meanwhile, Ellen was on all fours in front of Mark wiggling her ass at the boy. She pointed a finger at her pussy showing him that she wanted his cock there right now. She too had to help his cock inside of her. It didn't take long for them to establish a rhythm as their hips were soon slapping powerfully together.

Focused completely on John his aunt was passionately caressing his back and wrapped her calves around his legs. John couldn't believe how tight she was and really loved it when her pussy seemed to hug him with every thrust. Sara's back was arched and her pelvis came up to meet his strokes.

"Oh shit, John fuck me harder. You won't hurt me. Come on fuck me harder and faster. Give it to me. Give me everything in that big cock of yours," Sara demanded. Taking his aunt at her word John instantly sped up his thrusts and began drilling her cunt as hard as he could. Thrust after thrust John pummeled his aunt's pussy. 

Sara clawed her fingernails deep into his ass. He was every bit as good of a fucker as Rick. Sweat was pouring from everyone's bodies. The slapping of skin on skin seemed to echo through the campsite. Roars of ecstasy came from all four of them as they took turns cumming. Sara hadn't had such an intense series of orgasms in weeks.

After emptying their massive loads into the older ladies twats the boys sat up beside them breathing heavily. They weren't sure what was next. Only Sara had a watch on and knew there wasn't much time left. Disappointedly she advised," We're almost out of time. I had wanted to trade partners but that isn't going to happen. But, Mark we have time enough to at least play for a couple of minutes while John explores Ellen's body."

Wasting absolutely no time Mark and John scurried the short distance to their new partners. As Sara palmed Mark's cock she couldn't help to think about what a shame it was to let his still throbbing hard cock go to waste. Both guys mouths quickly found their new lovers boobies and slobbered all over them as the girls played with their cock and balls. Sara jabbed a finger into Mark's asshole teasing his prostrate.

It didn't help that the boy had stuck two fingers into her hot twat. She wanted Mark so bad but had the self control to look at her watch; 10:50, damn they just had to stop. Reluctantly she gently pulled his fingers out of her pussy and announced, "Guys we have got to stop right now as the men will be back any minute from fishing."

Ellen was having as much fun with John but didn't want to see what Paul would do if he caught them. So, even though Ellen's pussy was on fire she freed herself of John and went for her clothing. John went over to his aunt and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and whispered, "Thank you Aunt Sara I'm glad it was you who took my virginity."

This actually caused Sara to blush as she put on her bra for the first time in 24 hours. The foursome had no more than gotten dressed when Rick and Paul came up the road. Both of them seemed very happy as they were laughing together. As it turned out they had caught enough fish for lunch but not dinner so they would either have to fish this afternoon or make other arrangements for dinner. 

Mark and John cleaned the fish. It was the least they could do to earn their keep especially after the great morning they had. Lunch and the afternoon went along without much excitement. The six of them went swimming in the clear lake. Whenever one of the ladies was out of sight of the older men with one of the boys there was some playful touching. John had a thing for Sara's ass and Mark kept copping feels of both ladies tits. Sara was becoming a cock hound for their big cocks. 

She couldn't seem to keep her hands off of her nephew's slightly larger member. As they were all walking back from the lake Paul suggested that he and Rick go into town and buy some nice t-bone steaks and they grill them for dinner. Sara quickly agreed because the whole trip would take the men 90 minutes or longer to accomplish.

The car wasn't even out of sight when Sara gave Mark's cock a hard yank and instructed in her best PE teacher voice, "Mark I am going to my tent. You will follow me there if you want to fuck me."

These two very normally respectable women were behaving out of character due to the time limits they had to work with. The last thing that would come to your mind when you thought of them was slut. But, they could be forgiven if they let themselves live out their fantasies for just one weekend. 

In the case of Ellen she was stripping off her clothing as she beckoned John to her tent. John watched her naked ass disappear into the tent and quickly followed her inside. There she was sprawled out on top of the sleeping bags her big ass wiggling at him as she cooed, "Kiss my ass!"

John did not hesitate and virtually lunged for the soft pillowy flesh. He kissed and fondled it enthusiastically. Ellen played with his cock and balls with her feet then rolled over and presented her soaking wet slit to him. The scene was every bit as erotic in Sara's tent as Mark walked in.

Sara was lying on one elbow on her side with one knee pointing to the sky. She had her fingers entangled in her pubic hair. Her beautiful tits were pointing straight out like twin globes on her chest. She whispered coolly in a tone that would have melted any man, "Why don't you come on down here and join me handsome. Let's have some fun."

In a matter of seconds Mark was laying beside her with her arms thrown around him. Sara's tongue snaked deep into the younger man's mouth as her hands traveled all over his back side. Mark's big cock felt wonderful against Sara's pelvis as they rolled around the tent. Sara shoved Mark's head down to her tits and the boy feverishly sucked from one to the other. 

But, as she gently began playing with his cock she knew she needed to have it in her mouth. Mark moaned softly when she squeezed his lemon drop balls. The next thing he knew he was flat on his back with Sara's sexy rear end in his face. Not missing a beat Mark kissed all over the sweet cheeks. 

The teacher was playing with his cock stroking his member lovingly. As Mark's mouth reached her ass crack Sara laid down on top of him presenting him with her dripping pussy. She opened her mouth wide swallowing up the boy's erection. As she inserted it into her mouth she licked all around it. Once he was deep inside her throat she pressed her lips tightly around the shaft and started mouth fucking his rod. 

Mark ran his hands up and down her sleek body as he licked and nibbled all over her glistening pink lips and button of a clit. Her juices seemed to flow into his mouth in a never ending stream of glorious delight. It took longer for Mark to cum this time than it had in the morning. But, after Sara had cum in his mouth several times she felt his jism spray the back of her throat like a canon shot. 

Hotter than ever with pure unadulterated lust Sara bounced off of his face and swung her body around and aimed his stiff prick for her throbbing opening. His big erection slid easily into her love tunnel. It sounded as if air had been let out of a tire as both of them exhaled at the same time as she bottomed out against his pubic hair.

Placing both of her hands on his chest she began riding him. At first, she rode in slow up and down motions constricting her muscles with each stroke. But, as she went on her strokes became harder and faster. Her tits began bouncing all around as she got more and more excited and moved one hand to her clit and began frigging herself. Mark was hypnotized by her bouncing titties until he reached up and twisted her pert nipples.

Sara loved the fact that she had very sensitive nipples and Mark's current attention to them was driving her almost as crazy as his big cock was doing to her cunt. She leaned back a little and rode even harder enjoying the multiple sensations. Mark was grunting and groaning and she knew he was close to spilling inside of her, "Oh Mark, that feels so fucking great; come on, give it to me. Cum in my hot pussy Mark."

"Oh shit, Sara, I'm fucking cumming," the boy moaned as his face became distorted as he blew a load into the older woman's twat. Sara didn't stop riding as she was in the middle of her own terrific orgasm. She bathed the boy's cock with her sweet honey as she came yet again. Then, worn out she fell to the floor of the tent. 

Sweaty and totally worn out the couple laid there for several minutes recovering and listened to Ellen's scream of pleasure as John and her finished fucking. Throwing their clothes on they had just enough time to run to the shower house and take a shower to clean off their bodies and cool down.

As the foursome returned from the showers they saw that Rick and Paul had already gotten back from the store. After putting the steaks on ice all of them went for a leisurely hike and swim before dinner. It was a beautiful day and even the boys enjoyed communing with nature.

As the steaks grilled the four older campers sipped on some wine while waiting for them to cook. There was no way that Rick or Paul could notice any difference in the behavior of their partners. They played some cards and sat around the campfire. Everyone turned in early as Rick and Paul were determined to catch fish the next morning not only for lunch but hopefully a supply to take home with them.

Mark and John were so worn out that they fell asleep right away. They were totally unaware of what was happening in the tents on each side of them. Neither lady had ever come close to fucking three different guys in the same day but that was indeed what was about to happen as Rick and Paul were very insistent. 

It really didn't take any coercing as very soon the ladies were engaged in passionate love making with their lovers in the same spot where they had fucked one of the young boys just hours earlier. Rick and Paul went to sleep with broad smiles on their faces very satisfied with the great sex they had just had.

Early in the morning the birds woke Rick and Paul and they grabbed some snack cakes and soft drinks and headed to the stream to fish. They hadn't wanted to disturb the women as they deserved to sleep in; especially after the great sex the night before. But, the hustle of the men leaving had awakened Sara. 

Rubbing her eyes she staggered out of her tent and grabbed three sodas. Popping one open she swallowed a big gulp down her throat. She pulled back the tent flap and crawled into the boy's tent right in between them. She placed the cans above their heads. Moving carefully she unzipped their sleeping bags all of the way and laid down totally nude between their sexy bodies.

Deftly she pulled their cocks out of the fly of their underwear. Sara then wrapped a fist around each of their hard pricks and gently pumped them. It didn't take long for their eyes to pop open. Both boys were afraid to speak as they had no idea who was around. Seeing them look at her she gently whispered, "Good morning boys, I brought you each a soda. So how about chugging it down, stripping, and join me right back here where you are in a minute flat."

Assuming that she wouldn't have told them to do such things unless the coast was clear both Mark and John did just as they were told. As she put her arm around both guy's shoulders she took turns kissing them passionately. Then she pushed both guy's faces to her titties. Ellen awoke to the noise in the next tent. 

She groggily got up and walked to the entrance of the boy's tent and watched her cousin play with the boys. They were working hard on Sara's boobs as their heads bobbed all around occasionally bumping each other. Sara was thrilled at the sensation of two mouths working voraciously on her breasts simultaneously.

All four of their hands were pinching, squeezing and tugging her extremely sensitive tits. It was if she were on fire. She couldn't believe that she was on the verge of orgasm. She moaned encouragement, "Oh yes this feels fucking fantastic. Don't stop that sexy pinching and nibbling. Fuck yes that is the way I'm cumming!"




Nipples of Steel



This only caused both boys to attack her boobies more aggressively. Sara's whole body seemed to spasm as she had a powerful orgasm. Then rolling John onto his back she kissed her nephew so powerfully that he thought she was going to swallow his face. Mark was momentarily confused about his role. Sara reached over and gave Mark's cock a small squeeze to let him know she hadn't forgotten about him.

"John I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. As for you Mark, get that fucking cock over here," she demanded. Mark took the two steps until his cock was nearly resting on her shoulder. Straddling her nephew Sara flicked his cock against her clit several times and then shoved it into her hot pussy. 

John's honey coated cock slid in and out of his aunt's twat easily. She was riding him hard as her hips slammed against him with every thrust. The boys were hypnotized by the bouncing of her engorged melons. Her fucking grew in intensity as John roared, "Fuck Aunt Sara this is the most unfucking believable feeling I've ever had; Oh fucking shit!"

Sara hadn't forgotten Mark as she grabbed him by the cock and furiously began pumping his erection. Pulling the boy a couple of inches closer she licked the head of his cock. Her tongue danced around his piss hole. She sucked the head into her mouth and smashed the head between her lips. She used her mouth to hold on to Mark's cock as she bounced hard on John's stiff shaft.

She soon found that she couldn't keep Mark's cock in her mouth as she rode her nephew. Sara let the big rod fall out of her mouth and wrapped her hand tightly around Mark's pecker. Mark couldn't believe how hard she was stroking him. Sara's other hand busily frigged her clit as she slammed again and again on to John's body. Her nephew held on to Sara's thighs lifting his hips to meet her pummeling pussy. 

His mouth was wide open as his moans built in intensity. The other boy was worried that he might fall down so he held on to Sara's head to steady himself and soon had his fingers entangled in her hair. Sara now had his cock positioned such that with each bounce of her pelvis the head of it would hit her nipple exciting her even more.

Ellen had stripped out of her nightie and had snuck into the tent and was sitting there totally nude unnoticed beside the trio. She patiently sat there knowing her turn was coming. Ellen couldn't help but play with her nipples and clit as she looked on. John's face turned red as he howled, "Aunt Sara I'm about to cum."

"Me too, Sara," Mark grunted to the woman who's hand was a blur on his member. Excitedly Sara continued to pleasure the boy's cocks. She wanted to make both of them cum. For some reason she didn't care if Mark came all over her she just wanted both of them to give her their sperm. 

"Fuck yes, boys cum for me; blow your loads for me. I need your fucking cocks to explode for me." The words had no more than escaped her mouth when Mark shot a wad on to her breast. Then the boy shot another load this time hitting her lips. As she licked the sticky substance into her mouth she felt John's entire body get rigid as he deposited a massive quantity of seed into her twat.

John's balls and thighs were covered with his aunt's glistening sweet honey as Sara came over and over again. As her nephew's body relaxed Sara let go of Mark's penis and rubbed his spunk into her chest while she dismounted John. It was then that she noticed Ellen who cooed, "Hi guys that looks like fun. I think it's my turn."

"You bet your ass it is. I'll go get breakfast while you see if these boys have anything left," Sara replied totally out of breath but totally pleased with the experience. Sara gave Mark's ass a love swat as she left the tent and got out the utensils to prepare breakfast. Curiosity got the best of her, however, and she found herself being a voyeur. 

Peeking in she saw Ellen already had things well in hand. Ellen was sitting on John's face while he kissed her ass as Mark devoured her boobs. Then switching things up Ellen got on her hands and knees she quickly welcomed Mark's big cock into her cunt as she had John lay down so that she could suck him off while Mark fucked her. 

As Mark rammed his prick in and out of his brother's girlfriend he played with the big sexy cheeks of her ass. Meanwhile, John had a great view of Ellen's swaying melons and grabbed them pinching and squeezing them. Sara licked Mark's cum from her face and tits as the action in front of her turned her on. IT didn't take long for the three lovers to cum as they filled both of Ellen's orifices with their young spunk.

Sara passionately kissed each of the boys as they stumbled out of their tent. Ellen and her cousin smiled a contented smile at one another knowing that they had just given Mark and John the experience of a lifetime. The four of them spent the next hour still naked cooking and eating breakfast. 

Sara's large nipples were standing out straight and erect. Her nephew's eyes seemed locked on them. So, Sara decided to let him have one last treat before they had to get dressed. She walked around the picnic table and sat upon his lap. She whispered, "So, you really like my boobs, John?"

"Oh yes, Aunt Sara, I like them very much," he answered seeming to revert to his shyness. Even after having fucked three times over the weekend he was afraid to reach out and touch her boobs. Sara thought this was crazy as they had been playing with one another through breakfast. Mark wasn't quite as shy as Ellen had presented her ass to him and he was kissing all over it.

"I love to have them touched and sucked. So, John, go ahead and play with them and suck them one last time before we have to leave," Sara pushed her large C cups toward her nephew's face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her boobs in his face. Once he got started his kissing and sucking grew quickly in intensity. 

Gasps of joy came from both women as the guy's playing continued. After about five minutes of having her tits attended to Sara knew she had to call a halt to things, especially as she was getting the urge to fuck John again and there wouldn't be enough time for that. Reluctantly she pried herself away from John and hollered over at Ellen that they had better get dressed.

The boys were disappointed with the stoppage in play. But, they understood and followed the direction to get their clothes on. Camp life returned to normal as they cleaned things up from breakfast. It was about 15 minutes after they got dressed that Rick and Paul returned with a whole cooler full of fish. 

Rick bragged that they had the best morning in the history of camping. Sara just smiled at her wonderful husband as she had been thinking the same thing about her own morning. Early in the afternoon they got everything packed up and headed back to civilization. Paul asked why the boys were asleep in the back seat.

Sara and Ellen said that they didn't have a clue and pawned it off on the fact that you couldn't predict teenagers. Rick openly wondered if they had snuck out and been cunt hunting. The girls assured them that both boys were too shy too hunt for cunt and smiled at each other almost giggling.

It has been two years since that wonderful trip and the six of them have been camping together several more times. But, there has been no repeat of that lustful weekend. John and Mark now have girlfriends but always give Ellen and Sara special looks whenever they are together. 

Sara has no regrets about that weekend. She believes she would have regretted it more if they hadn't seduced the boys. She always would have wondered about what could have been. Ever since that special romp in the woods Sara has been true to Rick with their love and lust just growing more and more every day.



Nipples: Pointing is Good



I will admit from the outset that I am a man who is instantly attracted to many things in women. The splash of red hair will draw my eyes into focus in a fraction of a second. Further review may cause my attraction to wane, but that's one thing that will get me to take a closer look every time. Another is nipples – not breasts, just nipples. I honestly could care less whether a woman has A cup breasts that barely sag once released from a bra, or D cup breasts that could pillow an egg falling 100 feet enough to keep it from breaking open. Nope – it's the nipples.

Why the nipples? The best I can explain it is that I view them as a barometer of how a woman may be feeling sexually. As a man, any and all insight into the wants and desires of a woman is priceless information, and the nipples can be a pointed reference. Of course, one must factor in the effects of temperature in analyzing what the nipples are reacting to, but that can usually be determined nearly instantaneously by the experienced and objective observer. I also acknowledge that some nipple reaction can be attributed to the involuntary reaction of it rubbing against the soft fabric that is covering it. I could argue that a woman that wears a sheer bra under a soft, thin blouse may actually want to feel the resultant soft stimulus, I will assume all such occurrences are purely unintentional and therefore ascribe no conscious sexual overtones on the woman's part. However, once these factors have been ruled out as a contributor, we are left with some very attractive indicators. They can be subtle, but are intriguing nonetheless.

Let me give an example. Imagine a 20 year old woman on a college campus. It is a warm, 80 degree, windless day in early fall and she is sitting on a bench talking with a couple of girl friends. Her body language says that she is happy and comfortable, and she appears to be talking about how good the food is in the cafeteria. She is wearing a tight top that wraps around her breasts and midsection to a point just above the navel. The combination of the tightness of the top and the very thin spaghetti straps ensure that nothing pops out from "regular" motion but jumping-jacks would clearly overwhelm the limits of the support system. Sure enough, her nipples are clearly protruding from the front of the shirt – not a dramatic distance, but a good eighth to quarter of an inch of slight shadow. So what?!

It has been my experience that women check their appearance before they go into public – they want to know what they look like before facing the masses. Additionally, as she is a college student, we have to assume she has at least average intelligence and is therefore aware of herself and her surroundings. I don't think anyone would seriously argue that she did NOT know that her nipples would/will stick out a bit in that top before she left her dorm room, yet she wore it any way. There are no temperature or wind factors to explain stiffening, nor is she moving in a way that would indicate the soft stimulus resulting from the rubbing of the nipples against the fabric. Her conversation is with same-sex friends and does not involve erotic or sexual subject matter. She is also not making any attempt to cover her breasts with her books, arms, sweater, or anything else. We can therefore conclude that she is not embarrassed at their appearance, or self conscious about them. Finally, we can also conclude, with a high degree of certainty, that she is not wearing a bra. 

So what does the appearance of nipples tell us in her case? They tell as that she feels sexy in the outfit. They tell us that she is proud of her appearance and is willing to show us that pride. They also tell us that she doesn't mind complete strangers looking at her, especially her (covered) breasts. That fact also leads to the better than average probability that she would be open to approach from men – conversation, possibly flirtation. In short, her nipples are saying "come on over and say hi!" It may go no further than that, but that COULD be just the beginning...

What about the exact same set of circumstances, but substitute a 45 year-old woman: At least average intelligence; skin-tight top; no bra; warm, breezeless day; her breasts are motionless behind the fabric; non-sexual conversation; and two nipples clearly protruding, just from slightly lower part of her chest than the 20 year old's. At 45, she is more experienced and, therefore, more calculating in her selection of attire. Rather than just some nebulous expression of sexiness, she likely wants to draw attention specifically to her breasts, and possibly the nipples themselves. The likelihood of this being the motivation increases proportionally with the length and circumference of the nipple: The longer and/or larger the erect nipple, the more likely the mature woman is aware of it, and the more likely she is purposefully showing them off. If she's married (and faithful), she is probably at least a little horny and is compounding that with the knowledge of the effect she is having on men, especially the tease factor when her husband sees the little cherubs (her husband is probably going to enjoy his evening). If she is single or an unfaithful wife, her nipples may be saying "you might want to try some of this." A variation on the theme established with the 20 year old, but more direct and to the point(s).

As an example of the difference in motivations based on age, I offer actress Farrah Fawcett. Somewhere in her mid- to late-20s, she poses in the red swimsuit for that famous poster. Her long nipples are clearly protruding from the front of her swimsuit. At that age, her motivation (other than the obvious fame and fortune) during the photo-shoot is probably limited to just being sexy. The encouragement she gets from the photographer and crew reinforces her feelings of sexiness, and the nipples are semi-erect. Jump ahead to Farrah at age 50. At that age, if she wears a tight blouse without a bra in public, she wants you to see those delectable nipples of hers. She is old enough to know EXACTLY what they do, how they look behind various clothing fabrics and styles, and she knows the effect they have on men. This is especially true for a celebrity who knows that she is constantly being scrutinized and photographed. She now wants you to see her nipples, wants you to show reaction to them, and she takes some level of sexual pleasure in the effect they have on you, whether she knows you or not. 

The key in both circumstances are the nipples. Without plain evidence of the presence of nipples, there is likely a bra involved. Even if a woman's nipples are erect in the bra, they are covered and either not noticed or subdued. That is a layer of conservatism that can block out the idea of sexiness completely. It can now simply be a "cute" top that she just likes to wear. Without the nipples, the sexual message is gone, and you would have to rely on other, muddled processes to determine whether or not she would be open to your approach. 

I don't recall being as attracted to nipples when I was a teenager as I am now. The only explanation I can come up with is accumulated knowledge. As a virginal teenager, they were simply part of the breast – not ignored, just not an independent subject. Now, being happily married for an irrelevant number of years and having irrefutable evidence of successfully participating in the reproductive cycle at least 3 times with my wife, I know exactly what nipples do when freed of their bonds and presented for attention. In those situations, they are almost always in some state of erection. When I am not actively administering to their/her desires, their presence coupled with their erectness, tells me exactly what my wife is feeling sexually, and I react accordingly. Apparently, the more attention I pay to them, in the right way, the more they display their appreciation, and they appear to spread their feelings throughout her body, spreading similar feelings of warmth and appreciation and...but I digress.

Armed with that knowledge, when I see nipples on other women in public, I can not help but recall what that can mean, again discounting the environmental factors. THAT is the turn-on. That is what attracts me to nipples – the knowledge that, at least in her breasts, the woman in question is feeling at least a slight physical twinge of sexual excitement, either consciously or subconsciously. I never attribute that twinge to my presence – the vast majority of times I see them is in mixed company or when the woman has not even noticed me (passing on the street, etc.). But that doesn't matter – she has the twinge, and I now know that private information even though she may be a complete stranger. The more prominent the nipple, the more attracted I am, and the more likely I am to imagine their reaction to loving attention and effects that could have on the rest of the woman's erogenous zones.