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Subject: {ASSM} Huge Natural Tit Tease(full rewrite)(ffff/F, bond)
Date: Sun,  9 Sep 2001 19:10:03 -0400
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   Natural Tit Tease Rewrite Pt.1 of ?





   The most maddening thing was the expression on her face.  The other two
cheerleaders were openly licking their lips and breathing unsteadily as
they got hornier; But Lissy kept a placid, intent expression as Miss
Anderson shuddered in her ropes before her, the housewife's giant, heavenly
knockers shivering through the ridiculously thin black silk top as she
breathed.  Even as bizarre as things were, they all seemed to be waiting
for something else to happen.

   The stunning blonde one on the couch to her left was stroking the wet
silk mound of her panties, her nostrils flaring slightly; the Hispanic babe
on the right was perched practically upon her, palming and stroking Miss
Anderson's tanned leg in a possessively horny way.

   And Lissy, a pale, lovely, full-lipped waif with huge brown eyes and a
pink bandanna holding back her soft brown hair, was just standing there,
right in front of her, palming one of her own nearly football-sized
knockers through her thin white flannel midriff-top,urging the nipple to
eraser hardness, and staring at Miss Anderson.

   Only an hour before, life had been a sane and ordinary place.  She'd
been straightening her dining-room up, wanting it clean when her daughter,
Jen, came home from school.  She'd been a housewife, with her husband away
on another long business trip, and what she thought was a happy home life.
But she was a woman with fantasies, which she told no one of, only writing
down for her own amusement in her little journal, which was locked away and
which only she knew existed.

   Today, after getting home from shopping, with the house warm and still
and all to herself, she had decided to give in to one such fantasy, a
harmless one.  and before starting her housecleaning, she 'd changed out of
her clothes, and into a little black French-cut pair of panties, and the
black silk top.

   Apparently, she'd left the kitchen door unlocked, as well as she could
remember.  She had been amusing herself with her lewd, ludicrous reflection
in the hall mirror, holding a vacuum cleaner up and posturing like a
Playmate, when the three cheerleaders had walked up silently behind her.

   Now, she was trussed like a chicken, her wrists strapped together with a
soft but very tight cloth rope running up to the living room ceiling fan.
She knelt, on a little footrest with two thick couch cushions for padding,
her ankes bound together behind her, and another rope running from them up
to her wrists.

   Lissy spoke.  Softly, intelligently.  "Miss Anderson." Awfully maturely
for an eighteen-year-old.

   "Mmmff?" replied the housewife, through her ribbon gag.

   "You're wondering what we're gonna do to you."

   She nodded, desperately, her eyes pitiful

   "Well, it's gonna be hot, ma'am, it's gonna be raunchy." Smiling a
little cruelly now.  "You know how pretty your little daughter's friend
Missy is, right?...little seventeen-year-old Missy, who you practically
raised?"

   Miss Anderson was gasping through the soft gag now, moaning in shock,
twisting defiantly.  Lissy's smile became bright and friendly as she asked,
"Ever see her wash a big pair of knockers with that hot little mouth of
hers?...Selana?" And she nodded at the Hispanic girl, who rose silkily from
MissAnderson's side and left the room.  They all sat there and waited,
listening to Miss Anderson's pleading whimpers and moans.

   And Selana came back in...leading a blushing, model-beautiful, slim
little woman-child.  Missy.  Missy's shining dark-blue eyes took in the
scene, and she emitted a little moan of aroused shock at seeing Miss
Anderson trussed-up and jiggling heavily before her.  Miss Anderson's own
eyes went silently, terribly wide at the sight of her.  Hr gasping
inhalation was the only sould in the room.

   "Like we promised." said Lissy to Missy.  She stood in front of Missy,
taking one of her hands, raising it slowly to her lips, parting them
seductively for the girl she had once babysat, and drew Missy's little
finger into her wet mouth.  Missy gave a shiver, and her breath went
ragged. Her eyes were pools of lust, going from Lissy to Miss Anderson and
back again.

   Releasing the finger, Lissy breathed, "Make a deal with you, Missy." Her
other hand reached and lewdly stroked and played with the two-inch-shorter
girl's stomach.through her t-shirt.  Missy was wired with arousal as she
nodded, shakily.

   "You want to suck my tits, Missy?" Lissy said softly.  "Want to hold
them and squeeze them, and have me lay you down and fuck you with them?"
Stroking her glossy blond hair, now, playing her fingers under the shirt.
"Hmmm?...take une of my huge nipples and cram it into your ..." She didn't
finish, but only smiled gently, wickedly.

   Missy inhaled raggedly.  "Y-Yeah."

   "Well, see..." Lissy trailed a light finger on the collarbone of the
younger girl.  "I want to suck some hot boob too...and I need a little
help. I need someone to help by lifting up these wonderful boobs for me..."
she glanced at her bound victim's thinly-covered treasures.  "...to push
them together and mash them around while I work them with my mouth.  'Kay?"

   Miss Anderson let out a muffled wail.

   Missy's knees were shaking now, and the other girls were silent as she
nodded.  They'd been promised an incredible scene, and they were getting
it.

   "Okay.  Now go around behind her." Lissy waited for her to do so before
moving, slowly, to take a chair from off to the side, and place it facing
Miss Anderson, practically against the woman's trembling thighs where she
knelt on the cushions.  Then she stepped over the seat, her breast-tips
sliding slowly across her victim's as she did, and sat, her face just above
the damp, tanned cleavage.  "Missy?..do the honors?"

   Missy, perhaps unintentionally, pressed her supple body against Miss
Anderson's as she hesitantly brought her hands up and around the much older
woman.  The housewife blinked and squirmed, trying to shut it out.

   "Just lift the top up first..." Lissy instructed.  Hands shaking, Lissy
did so, drawing it up, revealing the splendid, motherly knockers, which
hung low and jutted forth, with excellent little stretch-lines running down
the slopes, the areola three inches wide, tightening in the air of the
room.

   "Mmmh...now...Put your hands on them."

   Missy hesitated, seriously aroused, but her courage not quite there.

   Lissy looked at her, like a teacher explaining a difficult point. 
"Missy," she said, "Look at them...think how they'll feel in your hands. 
The skin, the sweat, the weight..." Missy did, unavoidably, her eyes fixed
on what she'd revealed, the glass-smooth skin of the breasts, shiny with
dampness, the slight goose-pimpling as Miss Anderson felt the
seventeen-year-old's eyes invading her.  "C'mon,"encouraged Lissy in a
throaty voice.  "You know you want to.  And..." she licked her lips,
glancing down at her own jutting, tremendous blessings.  "You know what
else you're gonna get."

   So, after another courage-screwing moment, Missy settled her trembling,
damp palms on the sides of the housewife's breasts, then closed her fingers
and held them, lightly.  She shuddered from head to foot.  They were so
warm...so incredibly soft.  She was biting her lip now, her eyes fixed on
her work.

   Lissy licked her lips, breathing harder.  "Yeahhh...lift them
up...squeeze them a little."

   The girl did so, hesitantly, but visibly being overcome by the feel of
two handfuls of incredible tit.  She lifted them, and squeezed them, an
inch from Lissy's pert little nose, as Miss Anderson's head shook
helplessly back and forth.

   "Ohhh..." was heard from Missy as she kneaded her breasts, barely
audible.  She was filling her hands with the soft, natural delights,
feeding some bottomless juvenile craving.

   "Miss Anderson," announced Lissy quietly, "Your nipples are getting
hard." She licked her lips, meeting the eyes of her victim.  "As disgusting
and violating and perverted as this is.  You should be ashamed of
yourself." Miss Anderson was gasping in her breaths now, blinking, fighting
as best she could.  "But I think nipples are best for sucking," Lissy
continued, "When they're so hard they hurt.  Missy...here, put your hands a
little lower.  Point her nipples up."

   Missy adjusted her hold, lifting them up, her fingers below the areolae,
aiming the nipples at Lissy's face.  "Okay, now push them together...put
the nipples side by side." Missy turned the nipples into two teacup-sized
pointe cones of thickening, ultrasensitive flesh, flattening against each
other.  "Okay, hold that."

   Lissy brought one of her slim little hands up, and with her fingertips
began to lightly, lightly touch the nipples, so light Miss Anderson could
barely feel it, but it made her jerk anyway.  The nipples stiffened
further. But no enough to suit the cheerleader.  She began to make a little
closing circle of her fingertips, teasing them.

   "Okay, Missy...will you do something for me?...something really nasty?"

   "Yeah..." breathed Missy, her body becoming very warm, starting to grind
a little against Miss Anderson's.

   "I want you to squeeze them hard.  Like bread dough.  So these nipples
really push out."

   Missy didn't respond; she just complied, applying surprising strength,
mashing her tits together.  "Dig your fingers in." And she did, drawing a
another wail from the housewife, pushing the shivering nipples out.

   "I think that'll do it.  Well...it's suck time, Miss Anderson..."
breathed Lissy, placing her hot, lovely mouth a fraction of an inch from
the puffed out areolae, parting her lips, her pointed little tongue
reaching out... ...reaching out...and , with masterful control, flicking
the edge of an areola, so lightly.  Then stopping.  Then again, again, so
lightly.

   Mrs.  Anderson squeezed her eyes shut, audibly tried to control her
breathing.  Lissy just continued, wearing her down like drops of water on a
stone.  Lick, lick, lick, sooo lightly.  Then, still licking, only at the
edges of the puffy, strained red circles of skin, she brought her hand up
again, this time to Mrs.  Anderson's taut, sweat-damp stomach.

   The hand moved down, the fingertips trailing and tickling on the tanned
skin, to the top of the black silk g-string panties...  

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