Booby Prize
by Sven the Elder
Copyright© 2001 by Sven the Elder
Erotica Sex Story: ASSM Dulcinea story contest entry
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic .
©May 2001
"It was her tits that did it... for me that is." I said.
"So you mean, there was this attractive young lady stood over by the mantelpiece, her elbows resting on it, with a gravity defying rack that had really sort of grabbed your attention?"
"Mmm...?"
"Her face?"
"Her face, do you know I'm not really certain about that, I think... Yes I'm sure her eyes were blue. No! That's a maybe. Dammit! Why do you have to ask silly questions like that"
My dearly beloved's response was to aim a kick where, had it connected, might have brought tears to my eyes and a pair of lumps to the back of my neck. I grabbed the foot and hopped her gently backwards until the back of her leg connected with the bed and she sat down.
"It was quite disgusting - you were almost dribbling!"
I laughed, which, in retrospect, was probably not the best idea.
"Why do men have this thing about big breasts?" She was now peeling her top off and looking in the mirror. As the T shirt hit the floor she cupped her quite normally sized and very beautiful breasts. She twisted so that she could view them sideways on and see their profile.
"I was thinking of a titty-fuck with so much spare boob flesh." I said and as soon as I said it I metaphorically kicked myself.
She looked downcast as I realised that in terms of digging a hole I had just thrown the shovel over the hedge and fired up the mechanical Digger! This was not heading in a promising direction - action was called for.
I knelt behind her and blew gently on the back of her neck. She shivered slightly and I watched in the mirror has her nipples hardened and became beautifully outlined in profile. She wriggled slightly, pushing back against the growing erection she could feel in my shorts.
I ran my fingers round the back of her neck and held the tops of her breasts over her hands, cupping and kneading them. She whimpered gently as I nuzzled her neck, my beard tickling her so that she twisted away, but gently and not out of reach.
She lay back on the bed now, with me kneeling alongside. I leant forward and took the nearest nipple gently in my lips and pulled slightly as I kissed it.
She groaned almost inaudibly as I ran my finger tips round the other. Her fingers grazed my shaft through the cloth and then gripped me, urgently moving her hand, sliding it lightly up and down, pulling the skin with her in an exquisite move of pleasure. My turn to groan through a mouthful of nipple.
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