Ch. 8: Preview #9

Hi guys, this part is particularly steamy and I made a couple of renders to go with it. It just depicts the breast interactions but I'm pretty sure it would run afoul of the Patreon sexual content guidelines for images. DeviantArt allows it but only as paid content, so I'll probably set up a $1 tier there to put more explicit renders, like I've seen other artists do. Anyway, hope you enjoy the scene!

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His knees dipped, almost failing him, as her enbuxoming body turned to face him fully.  He was but dimly aware of Lola’s laughter – or was that others’? – as Alice wrapped arms around him and drew him toward her hourglassifying curves.  “Jen, you might want to avert your eyes,” her richer, deeper voice chuckled, just before her torso advanced and her pillowy soft bosom caressed his face.  Her tits were still growing, expanding to fill every available space.  Burying him, eclipsing his vision, soon leaving just a narrow passageway for hot air to enter and escape his lips.

Ho-o-o-o-olyyyy godddddd!

Finally Alice pulled back.  He sucked in air, his limbs (still) flailing – amidst a chorus of side-splitting laughter from every direction.

“S…Sorry to …” Alice panted, also short of breath, also wide-eyed.  “I couldn’t fucking resist!”

“Can’t blame you!”

“Holy shit, that formula’s insane!”

“Perhaps now,” said Lola deeply, “would be the time for that moment alone…”

Alice seemed to barely hear them.  She fixed the most intense, wild-eyed, outright lascivious stare on his slender form.  He felt her hands tighten around his arms with urgent need.  “God yes it is.  Can I—Can we--?”

“Anywhere you like,” Lola offered, waving toward the house.  “Feel free.”

Alice was pulling him with her in an instant, so fast he stumbled to keep up.  He felt hot embarrassment and self-consciousness, feeling everyone’s eyes on his back … but in a few seconds it didn’t matter.  Soon he was flung back on the couch, into the living room where no one could see.

And then she was on him.

“Who’s your [] now?” her voice crackled, as she attacked the string of his swim trunks then yanked the trunks free, flinging them away.

“Alice--!”

“Shh!”  She took startling hold of his cock.  “Who owns you?”  Squeezed it dominantly, fervently, her newly-large breasts jiggling before his eyes with her every movement.  “Who controls you??”

His remaining resistance vanished as she unhooked her swimsuit behind her neck.  The excessive tension from her breasts caused the straps to fly forward, her hefty bosom bouncing to freedom.  He literally started salivating at the sight of her perky nipples, now each as wide as his thumb, rising out from her cushiony flesh to greet him.

Her hand caught his wrists, holding him just at bay.  He felt himself hurtling toward orgasm already, unable to stop the wave of arous--

A distressed yelp shot out of him as Alice squeezed down, controlling, denying. “Who, Theo?” she commanded.

“Y…You,” he panted, desperate, almost frantic to reach her.  “You do …”

He tried to split his hands apart, and lunge his face forward in their place.  But her chest drew back out of reach.  God, how those breasts wobbled!

“That’s right.  Hmmm, but have you been a good boy?”

He went crazy, losing all self-control.  “Yes!” he begged, in real earnest.  “I have!  I-I’ve done everything you said! … I-I’ve been a good boy!”  What else could he say?  He was powerless against her – now, so much more than ever.  Her tits simply melted his brain.

“Mmmm.”  Voice so rich, like smooth honey.  “I suppose you have.  Buuuut how long can my little guy last?  You’re already about to cum, aren’t you?”

“I-I…”  His body roiled.  Of course he fucking was!  “Y-Yes!” he eked out.

“Hmmmm,” she uttered heavily.  “Maybe I am too much for you now.  Too much for you to handle.  Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now.”

His mind almost collapsed as she began tugging her swimsuit over her left breast.  “What!?  No!” he begged.  “Please!!!”

“Awwww.  OK dear.  Let’s see if you can hold out for ten seconds.  Just ten.  If you can, then I will make your life heaven.  If not, then … hmmm … I can think of a dozen new ways to make your life hell…”

Oh no.  Was he sure about this?  Maybe he should reconsi—

“Ten.”  She began, whether he wanted to or not.  Her hand undulated on his cock, making him even harder…

“Nine.”  Two hands grabbed his wrists and mashed his palms into—Chriiiiiist, the softest, warmest twin masses of flesh you can possibly imagine; far larger than handfuls now.

“Eight!”  Powerful hands pulsed against his manhood, one cupping his balls and the other working his shaft.

A literal shriek of pleasure escaped his lips, her ministrations and her breasts proving far too much to handle at once.

“Shh!” she hissed, her left hand clamping abruptly, dominantly over his mouth.  “Seven! … Six!”

Perhaps her hand failed to mute his next shrieks as much as she’d like … or who knows … but her hand shot behind his head, grabbed a sharp handful of hair, and buried his face strongly, deeply into her right tit, the size and warmth of it eclipsing him entirely.  “Five!” she gasped.  “Suck!”

Her nipple found his mouth almost as with a will of its own.  It was substantial now; swollen; so easy to get his lips around …

“Four!  Suck harder!  Suck!  SUCK!!”

He aaaaalmost came, going right to the edge, sending his diaphragm into contractions and his jaw biting down – giving Alice all the suction she needed, setting off a chain reaction that sent her shuddering and moaning.

“Three!” she shrieked, pressing his head even deeper, squeezing his cock relentlessly, pulsing, kneading … “Suck!  HARDER!”

He obeyed impulsively, unthinkingly, sealing his lips entirely around her nipple and suctioning fervently until … until he could almost taste her sweetness, like a physical thing in his mouth…

“Two!” commanded Alice, bucking, quivering, as the warm sweetness trickled over his tongue, into his throat – an actual, flowing liquid …

“One!  Oh god!  Ohhhh—"

Her orgasm quaked through her, through her hand, through her breast, into him.  He came not a split second later, his cries no less violent than hers but muted into her abundance of bosomy flesh. 

“Jesus Christ, Theo!  That was … unreal!  I … oh, fuuuuck yes!  Ohhhh wowww.”

Her breast began to retreat, the firm nub of her nipple resisting it for a moment, until with a loud pop it flew away.  Oh wow, his lips had been closed around it tight.  It caused Alice to moan huskily in surprise.  “Heyyy,” she protested – and he received a sharp, semi-playful smack on his cheek.  “Naughty boy.  Haven’t you had enough yet?  Godddd… maybe I’ll give you more later…”

More … what?  Did she mean—

He gasped when he looked closer at her nipple.  Two tiny white dots of liquid.  Now three.  As she hefted her breast back into her swimsuit, he swore several drops squirted out.

Dear.  God.  His tongue froze, his jaw clenched, realizing what it was that he had tasted.

Before his mind could process, her mouth descended upon his and her tongue snaked out, French-kissing him with slow, languorous delight.  Many seconds passed by, and still more.  The warmth of it, the intimacy, bringing his messy cock slowly to life again already even amidst his confused shame.  The flavor of her milk still lingered, mixing with the fruity tang of lipstick.  “Tastes nice,” she mused, when she finally withdrew.  “Interesting.  My, my, a whole new thing for us to explore.”

He had a feeling they would be exploring it again soon.  And often.  How soon would it be, he wondered, before he decided he liked it…

Even the cleaning up in the bathroom was erotic.  His arousal was returning by the minute.  Alice was just so fucking sexy.  And Jesus … that was a wet spot over her nipple, wasn’t it?  Bleeding through the fabric.

“We ought to get back out there,” Alice confided, “especially since I’ve already promised you to someone else for the rest of the party.”  She turned, looked back, cocked her brow.  “Come with me.  Let’s go.”