cum on breasts

Kevin lowered his head down between her legs and starts to lick up Julie’s leg. Oh how he loved to tease her like this. She was moaning and raising her hips trying to get him to fuck her or at least eat lick her pussy like she wanted him too. She pulled her arms hard against the silk scarves that secured them to the bed and could not free them. His head started to move back down her leg and stopped and took a long lick from her ass to over her clit.

“Yes that’s it now keep going…no don’t you dare.” Her hips move up again and he just laughs as he moves away to lick down the other leg. Damn him!, Julie thought. She strained and pulled till her wrists started to hurt. “Ow ow ow. Enough please. Candy bar. Candy bar. Candy bar. Just let me out of these. Hearing the safety word he stops his torture and goes to untie her.

“What wrong?” Kevin asks looking concerned after she had said the safe word. Pulling her wrists free she starts to rub them.

“It’s my damn wrists and your damn torturing me like that. That is not fair at all Kevin. You get things just the way you like and I am stuck there begging and pleading uselessly for you to just fuck me. ”

Kevin just laughs at her. “I thought you liked the lack of control. I know you like it, but if it a fucking you want I can do that with you tied or untied. ” He starts to push her back and she grabs an arm and resists him.

“No. You are not going to fuck me at all. You think it is so fun getting teased like that. Lets see how well you like it.” She rolls over to her knees and then directs Kevin to lie down.

“OK Julie I’ll play along. Go ahead have your fun.” He smiles knowing that like all the other times, she has tried to assert herself against him she will leave something so that he can escape and then ravage her and take over again. He lies down and puts his hands to the headboard and allows her to tie him up. “Ow! Think that is a little tight there Julie? ” Kevin asks as she ties the first arm with the scarf. She quickly moves over to the other side and ties it up just as tight. There is a look in her eyes that have not been there before. Kevin pulls on his arms and finds he cannot move them at all.

“Problems Kevin?” Julie says as she gets off the bed and walks to her dresser. “Now it is my turn Kevin. No way out this time. You are just going to have to stay there and let me do whatever I want.” She grabs the couple of vibrators and set them on the bed. She then straddles Kevin’s chest and pins him to the bed. He bucks and he tries to twist but he cannot move. There is a look of excitement and fear in his eyes as he realizes this is not the normal game.

“So the first thing I am going to do is make myself cum so that I can take my time with you. All you can do is sit there and watch Kevin.” Her hips begin to move pushing her pussy against his chest and then she slowly begins to slide it back and forth. “If you would not have been such a prick earlier you could have been fucking me by now. But now all you can do is sit there and watch. Can you feel how wet I would have been for you. Can you?”

He nods his head obediently and can feel the wetness on his chest. She scooted forward and then took her vibrator and started to rub her clit with it. “Mmm…that feels so good Kevin. To bad it is not your tongue here licking me. Tasting me. Oh and look at these tits you could have been kissing and feeling.,” she teases cupping them and starting to rub them in front of him. “Oh I love it when you pinch my nipples like this. Too bad you had to tease me so much.” Julie bends her head back and with her hair cascading over her back as she pinches those nipples and uses that vibrator.

Kevin is just wiggling trying to find a way out. “I am sorry Julie. Let me out and I will do what you ask. Really no more teasing.” Julie just looked down at him and shook her head. Her breath starting to quicken as her climax approached.

Oh how she had wanted to do this. She has tried but always gave out and let him win. Not this time though. She slowed down and removed the vibrator and stuck her fingers in her snatch. “This is my payback Kevin.” She brings her fingers up and sticks it into her mouth. “Mmm I bet you wish you could taste me too huh.” She goes back to sucking her finger. “Well may be just a little taste. Just a tease of what you could be having.” She brings her fingers to his lips and then pushes it between his lips.

He moans while she simulates the motion her other fingers are making moving in and out of her. She was really getting into this. She so badly wanted to fuck him, or even better let him go and let him take control. But something today had changed. She wanted it, but was in no hurry to grant it and if she did it would be as she wanted.

“Let’s start to have some real fun with him,” Julie thought. She took her finger out of his mouth and turned around so that her pussy was just over his chest and her ass a foot from his head. “Yum look what’s down here. I love to taste your precum you know. ” She bends down and licks it off from the tip of his dick. It bounces a little at the touch of her tongue. “So little though. I bet this will make more. ” She bends over again and this time inserts the vibrator into her pussy.

Kevin stretches and pulls and tries to get his head so he can taste her and lick her but between her on his chest and his arms all he could do is watch her fuck herself with that vibrator. Hearing her moan and then feel and occasional lick on his dick or maybe having her suck on the head was absolute torture, but this was also so hot. He could not remember the last time he was this hard or turned on. Watching her add that second vibrator to her clit and feeling the vibrations on his chest was almost too much. He could smell her sex, her moisture that was getting spread on his chest.

She was getting close he could tell as she moved her hands faster and faster. Her legs tightened around his chest and she sets up right and he could imagine the look of bliss on her face that matches the sound of her climax. She pulled the vibrator out and then sat next to him. Her hands going over his body with her nails leaving red lines down his chest.

Julie looks at him and saw how flushed his face was, his dick making little jumps on its own. “Now, what should I do to you next,” she asks. “I know how you would love for me to fuck you, but I think you are a little too excited. Am I right? ”

Kevin nods his head. “God yes! I would come so fast right now. Please suck me and then after fuck me. Please Julie. Give me a blow job and take my cum. ”

She sat there and thought about it. That is what she was thinking about doing too, but that would be too nice. She shook her head as she got another idea. “No Kevin I don’t think so. I think that sounds fun, but I am in control not you. Be right back. I want for you cool down for a little bit so that you will last long enough for me to fuck you and not have you cum immediately.” She gets up and walks out of the room.

A minute or two later she comes back with her hands behind her back. “So have you calmed down enough Kevin?” He nods his head and she approaches the bed. “Liar! I don’t think you have, but I bet this would work.” From behind her back she produces an ice pack.

“Oh no you don’t Julie. Foul, you win, just leave me here to calm down but don’t do that.” Kevin begins to pull and twist and then tries to cross his legs to protect his privates from the cold. “Heee heee heee,” Julie giggles. “I promise it will not be as bad as you deserve. Trust me Kevin. I would not do THAT to you. But I do still think this will work. And besides… I still want to get worked up again so…”

She gets up, straddles his head and wraps the icepack in his discarded shirt and sets it on his balls. She hears a slight moan of protest around her pussy that is covering his mouth, but it quiets down as he is assured that it is not that cold. Mean while his tongue and mouth is going to work on her pussy. Her free hand goes to squeezing the base of his cock as she closes her eyes and moves her hips around so that his lips and tongue hits just where she wants. She feels just where his tongue and hot breath is and then moves down to have him tongue her ass. She lingers there for a little and then goes back to her pussy and clit.

Over the next few minutes her breathing gets quicker, her moans louder, the sound of him eating her gets more intense. For some reason she finds her positioning herself to let him lick her ass almost more then her anything else. She looks down and see Kevin’s dick leaning to one side just slightly hard.

“Oops, look likes we over did you a little Kevin. Here let’s see if this helps.” She removes the ice bag and then starts to suck on his cock taking all of it into her mouth. Her other hand cups and warms up his now chilly balls. She feels him harden and start to grow in her mouth.

His tongue and mouth pick up the pace as a show of appreciation since that is all he can do. His tongue is tired but he keeps going and is now more sucking then licking. Her warm mouth feels so good to him. He always loved to get hard while getting sucked on. Just something about it is so exciting.

She pulls off of him and then gets up. “I might need your help for this one Kevin. Lift your legs so I can use them to help lower myself onto your cock. There you go. Now I want you to look. Watch me lower myself on to you. Watch as I rub your cock and down really wet pussy. You did a good job you know making me wet. I am getting close. So now watch as I move your cock to my ass. Oh it feels so good having your dick touching my ass. Oh god watch as your dick pushes into my ass.” She slowly lowers herself down frrling the stretching, the almost painful but so pleasurable pull of her skin. “Hssss. Oh there’s that nice pain as I stretch open for you. Did you watch your head go in…felt how tight it was. Now watch my lower myself the rest of the way.”

Kevin’s eyes are glued to the seen before him. He watched wordlessly as she lowered herself down. Mesmerized by her incredibly sexy voice telling him exactly what she is doing and feeling. This is even hotter then watching her play with herself. There is just something so exciting about watching her ass fuck herself on his dick. She takes the vibrator and applies it to her clit while she squats up and down on his dick. He can feel how tight she is and how she rolls her hips on the way down. “Oh I am so glad she is close I don’t know how much more I can take,” Kevin thinks.

Suddenly she gasps. She screams out as her climax hits and he feels her ass tighten. She stops for a second and then continues to ride Kevin. She hears him gasp and exclaim that he is going to cum.

She jumps off of him and surrounds his cock with her larger breasts and then moves them up and down over his cock till she feels the warmth and the slick cum cover her breasts. She keeps rubbing his cock till his hips stop thrusting and his gasps stop.

She the lies back down on his chest and they can both feel the cum between them. They kiss as she reaches up and unties his hands. “That was incredible Julie! Simply amazing! I never knew you had that in you to carry through like that.”

She kisses his lips, rolls to his side and thinks to herself the she did not know she did either, but now that she did, she knew that he was not going to escape so easily anymore.


Poly Anima found it very hard to leave the scene of the crime, where the sweetest of assaults on all senses took place.

Little ripples of delight lingered as hard evidence of a very dreamy sequence. She lay there collating the data, running her hand over precious DNA, brushing dried flecks from between her breasts.

An endorphin-powered flash bulb in her brain had captured the highlights. They looped for her now, as she lay sprawled all road-kill style across the generous bed at the Edwardian. It was well past morning. She couldn’t move; she’d been totally side swiped. How overwhelming, how delightful and unexpected. A fresh acquaintance, only 36 hours old and they had already exposed their soft underbellies and hard edges.

Two nights before, she was leaving a bar with someone else. He had joined her and her new friend Mr. Rake as they sipped their last cocktail, engaging them in lively conversation to make them stay. Poly bantered at her best, both men transfixed as she spoke. It wasn’t the quality of the banter that held them – though she was in pretty good form. It was the accent, and maybe the low cut top. They found each other’s voices mutually exotic. Flowers was an Oklahoma boy, Poly an Adelaide girl with a neutrality of accent that often saw her mistaken for South African. Mr Rake a New Yorker. Mr Rake was eager to leave and get down to business, clipping each attempt at a new conversation. Poly took the hint, excusing herself and ducking to the loo. Flowers looked panicked.

She checked herself over, tousling her hair, slicking her lips and arranging her ample breasts neatly in their lacey cups. She was looking forward to fucking Mr Rake. He was a little older than her usual fare, but well preserved. He was a supplement swallowing health nut, with lean hard muscles from some sort of martial arts training. She felt herself slowly moisten as she thought about his strong hands on her earlier, during their playful mock sparring session near the dance floor. He’d taken control of her quickly, pulling her arm behind her back and nibbling her earlobe. Poly considered spiking his foot with her heel, but thought it best to play nice for now. “Stop thinking about it, get in the car and get to it!” She barked at herself in the mirror.

In the dark corridor between the bar and the bathrooms, Flowers appeared from around the cigarette machine. Looking anxious, he could hardly speak and mumbled something about having to talk to her again. He pushed a note with his number into her palm. He was close enough to smell her now. He brushed his lips along her neck. She threw her head back, and let out a little moan. He pressed in to her and she could feel him swelling behind his zipper. She hitched her leg up around his hip. He grabbed her ass rocking them both back and forth with a slow syncopated thud against the fag dispenser. She wouldn’t let him kiss her, thrashing her head around as he bit her neck. She’d just put her lippy on and Mr Rake was only meters away at the bar waiting for her. She dropped her leg and set him back at arm’s length. She had to go. They stood for a moment panting. She was extremely wet. He was rock hard. “I’ll call you, but I have to go.” She put the note in her bag and walked quickly to the bar, her hair very tousled now. “Let’s get out of here” she dropped over her shoulder, walking right past Mr Rake and heading for the door.

Mr Rake was a perfunctory fuck. The itch politely scratched. Very politely in fact, except for the little bit of rough stuff in the hallway as he slammed her against the wall, then pressed heavily against her squeezing the air out of her lungs. He had her pinned, her legs apart. Two fingers slipped quickly along the edge of her knickers and then trailed the slicked length of her pussy. He licked his fingers, smirking. He mistakenly took credit for the wetness, throwing her over his shoulder and tossing her onto his bed across the hall.

Everything that occurred in the bedroom was pretty straightforward. He was on top, her legs stretched out in a wide and flexible V. Condoms were not her favourite thing and she wondered how much improved this would be without one. Not much she concluded. She knew she wasn’t going to cum, but she was enjoying watching the muscles tense in his neck and the way he stuck his tongue out at intervals – a bit like a lizard sucking at the air. She wished she’d let Flowers kiss her now, and allowed her mind to wander.

After Mr Rake came he inquired if she was suitably satisfied. If there was anything else he could do for, or to her, to make her experience equitable. She was very impressed by the good manners, but declined the offer and asked if he minded driving her home. During the short drive, she became aware he had a stable of lovers on rotation. Again Mr Rake was polite yet direct, which she appreciated. She was happy to go on the list, somewhere near the bottom preferably, and they agreed to do dinner sometime “soon.”

Two nights later she met with Mr Flowers. He took her to his secret places; a little hilltop on the edge of the city, where the wind whipped at them, and a bar with a little garden out the back littered with statues, fairy lights and jasmine. He sang softly to her on the house guitar kept above the bar, his voice wispy and sentimental. It was her first time being serenaded. It was getting to her. A sweet sticky blanket of sound all wrapped up in the jasmine and the vodka and the little twinkly lights.

Poly invited him back to her hotel room at The Edwardian. Her private sanctuary. She was nervous about letting anyone up, but the alternative was his place about 40 minutes out of the city, in an area she knew nothing about.

On the fire escape under her window, they swilled champagne from plastic cups bursting into fits of laughter about nothing. They attempted to our silly each other. He break-danced badly in the small space; she stood on her head flashing her knickers. They laughed easily. It felt good. A nice break from the heavy dance of sexual tension.

“Do you know what just happened there?” He asked her. She shook her head. He was holding her tightly, speaking intensely into her ear. “That was two people falling in love. Right there.” Poly had her doubts about that, but was happy to play along. Everything had been horribly romantic so far, and she wasn’t about to shatter it. She failed to reply, kissing him hard on the mouth instead. They made out on the cold steel ladder without a thought for the spectacular view the boys smoking out the back of the restaurant below them were copping.

He exposed one breast, pulling it roughly out of her bra by the nipple. Flowers licked at it firmly before drawing back and slapping her tit. It made a dull flat sound. “Sorry sorry” he said quickly before slapping it again a little harder. He wasn’t quite getting the sweet thwacking sound and ensuing stinging sensation he had hoped for. He tried a third time before giving up and pushing her back inside through the window, throwing her on the bed and undressing her and himself quickly.

Soft, musicianly hands. “Oh God, Oh my God” she would catch him under his breath on occasion, and other delicate incantations she couldn’t pick up. Long nails – his – scored jagged staves on her back. The marks brought a tiny smirk to her lips every morning for a week as she dressed.

His frame was smaller than hers, in the past that had made her feel self conscious, especially if she was on top. They fit together surprisingly well. No injuries, despite some ambitious maneuvers. He was big where it counted, wiry and wildly enthused, sliding in and around her easily. Poly generally had a preference for girth, unimpressed by talk of inches. She wished she had a ruler now. Some sort of record was being broken here, for her at least, the only gauge, her inability to reach the base as she sucked and licked. His cock was half way down her throat as she struggled for breath and she was still nowhere near the end.

She navigated the deep terrain recklessly. It was almost too much. Almost. In the frenzy of fucking that ensued she let him mount her, his strokes getting faster and deeper. Poly began mildly hyperventilating at one point, becoming light headed. He pushed his cock as far as it would go, once, twice then a third time before she shrieked, inhaling sharply. So this was the fine line they spoke of in the song! Poly had lost all control. There were a number of unfamiliar sensations at work here. Her mind raced to catch up with the fine time the rest of her seemed to be having. She slid out from under him, pulling off his condom and moving her hand quickly up and down the shaft. He positioned himself near her open mouth. He took hold of his cock, moving her hands down to her pussy, exposing her clit and circling it with her fingers. Poly stretched out her tongue catching the tip of his cock between strokes. As she began to cum she heard herself squeal (she was normally a moaner), the sound tipping him over the edge as he came, catching the side of her mouth before unloading the rest on her breasts. She squeezed them together. The sweet mess collecting along her breastbone. She licked at the corner of her mouth and asked him for a towel. “Wow” she thought. You can’t judge lovers by their covers either.

They paused and gave thanks for the pleasure, the luxury and ease of this random encounter. He offered simply, with great honesty and power, that he was very happy at this moment. This precise moment. She felt it radiating out of him as they knelt on cushions smoking out the bathroom window of the hotel. She turned her attention inward, noting she too was feeling extremely blessed. They sat still in the bliss of it awhile, before curling up tightly to sleep. He left for work early the next morning, texting her continuously all the way there.

There was something fluid in his gender. It surprised her, but shouldn’t have; she had the same dichotomy present within herself. Poly was a girly girl with balls, and Flowers was a sensitive songwriter that fucked like an animal. He possessed the ability to move seamlessly between that very attractive quality of decisive manliness and total surrender.

Each time they met he looked at her increasingly like she was “The One.” Whatever the fuck that meant. Poly waited for the right time to brooch the idea that while she may be “The One” for him, he would have to find his place as one of the several Poly held close to her twisted heart.

High school was not kind to me. It’s a time when girls go for jocks and bad boys, not writers and thinkers. I even had teachers tell me that high school was not for me, and to not worry about girls. Once I got to college, I would do just fine. I have to say they were pretty much on the mark. I wasn’t with a new girl every night, nor did I want to be, but the first year of college was certainly much kinder in the romance department than all four years of high school combined.

When I got back home from the first year at college, I found the neighbor who lived behind our house, Mrs. Bisby, was in the middle of divorce. Her husband had left her for a younger woman, a hard body on the other side of town that had fueled the masturbatory fantasy of many a young…and old…man in our small town. Still. I felt sorry for Mrs. Bisby. She was mousy and overweight, but always had a ready smile and warmth about her. And, she let the me, and a few other kids that lived nearby, use their pool.

With Mr. Bisby now living out of the house, she asked me to help with mowing the yard and other chores which I was happy to do. The best part was getting to watch her transform. She seemed to become less the mom of two and more of a woman. She lost a good 35 pounds and regained her waistline for the most part. She cut her hair in a far more stylish manner. I watched her swimsuits change from full coverage with a type of skirt, to a one piece, to a one piece that showed some cleavage…and I noticed her breasts seem to lift and her bottom become firmer and rounder and her legs got leaner by the week.

I would try to encourage her with “looking good there Mrs. B.” and other words, and she would smile.

Still, there were days when she would sit by her pool and do nearly nothing other than just look forlorn.

When my parents were out of town, she’d sometimes invite me over to grill out or bring me left overs. Sometimes she’d invite me to use the pool and listen to music or talk about poets and novels.

One night we were having an after dinner swim, and her kids were with her soon to be ex. I turned the conversation to her love life and ex husband.

“I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this stuff,” she said.

“I’m not going to tell anyone.” She shrugged and told me that sex with her husband was rarely pleasant. That it was often less than imaginative, and generally too rough and almost always about about him.

“I don’t mind things being a little forceful…sometimes that’s fun. A little naughty talk and such can be sexy. But sometimes he does things that aren’t about being turned on but feel more like about controlling me. It’s never about fooling around, or having sex, or making love. It’s always about him fucking me. Not that I never want that, but not all the time. Does that make any sense? And I hate that he always pushes my head down….you know to…

“Give him head?” I said. She nodded and blushed slightly.

“And he’ll hold my head down and push it down when he comes. He thinks it’s hot to make me gag. I hate that. And then he’ll laugh about it….and it’s not like he’s ever returned the favor.”

“I think he’s an asshole,” I said. She nodded.

“He’s tried that too…the accidental slip when he’s behind me…it’s just so gross…not even the idea, but that he’d try to do it without me saying it was okay. It’s always about him. She leaned forward and did a dive into the pool. She she came up her top was slightly askew and her right nipple was almost exposed. I noticed and then she noticed I noticed and I heard her breath grow ragged for a minute as the scene seemed somehow in slow motion and blurred.

I couldn’t help myself as I saw the smokiness of her eyes, I pushed the straps of her suit off her shoulders and cradled her breasts in my hands and sucked deeply, but softly at her nipples. My tongue swirled over one then the other. I heard her gasp and felt the sweet dusky pink caps of her large mouth watering breasts harden under my tongue. She gasped. “Oh Gawwwd,” she softly moaned and pulled my head to her bosom.

I sucked more of her breast into my mouth and let my hands trail down over her hips. I cupped her rounded ass and squeezed it. My hands moved back up and peeled her suit down as I kissed my way down her neck, my tongue dancing over her collar bones.

“I can’t believe this,” she said. “No one can know. Promise me. No one can know.” I nodded as I kissed her. My tongue played over hers. “I’ll never tell a soul. Never. This moment is only ours.” My tongue traced down her throat.

I lifted her under the arms and sat her on the edge of the pool. “He really never went down on you,” I asked more just to let her know what I planned to do, Not because I doubted her earlier story.

“No he nev—OH MY GOD!”

I buried my face in her pussy. My tongue tracing the tender sweet lips of her wetness. I sucked, licked and teased. I felt her tense, then relax and then her hips moved in a sexy rhythm as she groaned. My tongue parted her and darted inside. She gasped and I felt her hands in my hair. I softly sucked her pearl and let my tongue circle it in lazy circle. She gasped hard and felt her thighs quiver. A warm flood of her honey washed over my lips.

She slid back into the pool as I held her close. She trembled against me. “That was incredible,” she whispered in the darkness.

Her eyes widened slightly and she smiled as she felt my hardness twitch against her thigh. I saw her smile as her hand slid inside my shorts pushing them down and encircling me.

“You don’t have to,” I said. “it’s okay if this is just about you. I have the feeling it hasn’t been about you in a long time.”

She pushed my trunks down and began stroking me under the warm water. “I want you.” I kissed her deeply and felt myself harden more in her hands. She pushed me to the edge of the pool. “Hop up. Your turn,” she said. I did as she asked. “Oh,” she said.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

She laughed a little. No. It’s just your somewhat bigger than my husband.

Her mouth found me and it was warm and wonderful. Her tongue tickled under the head of my cock, and it made my head lull back. My hands were on her shoulders and I felt her tense. Remembering what she had said earlier, I simply caressed them and held her hair so I could see her beautiful face and warm lips work my cock.

After a few minutes I squeezed her shoulder and moaned to let her know I was close to climaxing.

She pulled off me and looked into my eyes…”thank you” she whispered. “Do you want to cum?”

I nodded. “Where?” She asked and then smiled. She pointed silently to her mouth, tracing her lips.

“Maybe,” I whispered.

“Here?” She asked tracing her hands down the neatly manicured V of curls between her thighs.

“Maybe.” I whispered again.

“Where?” She asked again?

I cupped her sweet full breasts. “Maybe here,” I said. She smiled. “Really? That would be new.”

“Would you mind?” I smiled.

“No. Not since you asked if you could and didn’t make me do it.

“So….wanna cum on my tits, baby?”

Whatever I may have lost was back…hard as could be as she began to suck me again. and then rubbed the head of my cock over her nipples. I was shocked as she stroked and sucked and then leaned into me, my hardness pressed to her soft breasts. She began whispering in my ear and using her tongue which is one of my hot buttons.

“It’s okay. Cum on me. I want to feel you shoot it on my tits. I want to feel your big hard cock cum all over my big tits.”

I moaned louder than I expected and felt jets of hot cum shoot from me.

“Ohhhh yessss,” she said. “Cum for me. You make me feel so sexy. My hips trembled more and an extra spurt or two erupted.

“Oh my….mmmmmm.”

We held one another for a while. I kissed her breasts, tasting myself on her nipples.

For the rest of the week we saw one another….but those are other tales.

May 2018
« Feb