Tit Fuck

Amanda and I are in The Blue Coyote Café, and she tells me of the dream she had last night.

“We were sitting at a café. My bear Bosse was along. I knew you wished I had bigger boobs. Like that Zoë you like so much. I found if I rubbed Bosse the right way, my boobs got bigger. I rubbed him and rubbed him. My boobs grew and grew, just like Zoë’s. I could tell you liked them because your cock grew and grew, too. Bigger and bigger. Now my boobs were big enough to give you a tit-fuck. But when the tip of your cock touched my bare nipple, you came. Your stuff shot all over me, all over my new black velvet dress. It was ruined. Of course it was all stretched out of shape by my big new boobs anyway.”

Amanda laughs.

I tell Amanda it’s not true. I like her boobs just the way they are.

“But what about the tit-fuck?” she says.

I laugh. “I don’t care anything about that,” I claim.

“You’re sure? When you fuck me isn’t it like fucking a boy?”

I tell her how silly that is, and then I take her shopping. We pick out three velvet tops. I go into the dressing room with Amanda. I help her try them on. We pull down the bodice and I touch my cock to her nipple. “Come on me,” she says. “Come on my little tit.”