From: marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Working On Her Knobs/ ff breastplay
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 08:33:56 -0500
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Working On Her Knobs 

by Radioman



   Being a well-built young lesbian, I've always admired other

women with large breasts. I'm sorry if that's sexist or

something, but a flat-chested girl does nothing for me. I

learned two things when I was little -- that I would have

big tits and that I would want to play with other women's

big tits. It's the way I am and more than one committed

feminist has gotten mad at me for being like that. What can

I say, except you must be jealous of my luscious breasts.



   I like very feminine make-up and apparel, heels, garters,

the whole nine yards. Dressed like this, I find it easy to

cruise for the type of woman that can give me satisfaction.

 

   My favorite woman's bar in New York City attracts many

lesbians who otherwise are indistinguishable from straight

women. We're not all short-haired cigar smoking dykes, far

from it. Often we're well-spoken, demure ladies, with a

certain class my less-frilly sisters have trouble

understanding.



   I use my breasts to get these types of lesbians to go to

bed with me. I'm not looking for a long-term relationship

at this point in my life. Sex is everything to me,

especially sex that involves the breasts.



   For example, last week I met a woman at the bar who

fulfilled all my fantasies. Her name was Helen and she had

a good position at a large international bank. When I

was done with her, she knew a few more positions, too. 

It was a hot summer night in New York. I'd gone cruising

for women wearing this thin pink knit job that hugs every

curve on my body. The front is very low cut and I don't

need to wear a push-up bra to accentuate my already ample

cleavage. White heels completed the picture. I like my

heels high to give my ass that certain something when I

walk.



   This evening I'd gone into the bar about as horny as I've

ever been, having just broken up with a tarty little college

girl. Sitting at a table by herself was Helen. She wasn't

smiling, which kind of turned me off. Grinning from

orgasms is the way I usually like my women. But there was a

gleam of sexual desperation in her eye that attracted me to

her. Her tits were very large and full, probably a 38 or

39C cup and the loose fitting blue silk top she wore over

white stretch pants did nothing to hide this.

 

   I walked over, not being shy, and asked her If I could

buy her a drink.



   "Why not, she said. "Everybody else in here has tried to

hit on me." Such malice. For shame.



   "That's because you have huge tits and everyone wants you

to fuck their clits with them." I believe in being direct.



   Since Helen was obviously the heavily closeted, mid-West

type, she'd probably never been exposed to a lesbian

guttermouth like myself before.



   "I could do wonders for your tits," I told her. "And you'd

have a field day with mine, too. Look at them. Aren't they

magnificent?"



   I leaned forward to give her a good look at my own D-

cuppers. I even ran my hand across my nipple to get it to

stick out through the material of my dress. Since I don't

wear a bra, all my little extras are readily visible.

 

   "You are a bold little thing," she told me.



   "I guess so. It's just that I"m horny as hell and you've

got the tits I need to satisfy me. Let's go back to my

place and fuck. I'll make you feel real good."

 

   Helen looked shocked, but intrigued. I rubbed my bare leg

against her pants and she didn't pull back. I knew I had

her then.



   Fifteen minutes later we were making out in the elevator of

my building. Helen had a firm tongue that felt like one of

the few cocks I've sucked. Big, long and wide like her

tits, it licked every inch of the inside of my mouth in the

time it took to go up the six stories. 

 

   We tumbled out into the hall, unable to let go of each

other. She'd already seen my pussy when I lifted my

dress during the ride up and put her hand on my bush. 

Making out in my hall was a no-no in this sedate building so

I managed to get us both over to my door, where we kept

kissing while I fumbled for the keys.



   We finally made it inside where we attacked each other like

the lesbian sluts we were. I lifted my dress over my head

and tossed it onto the floor. Helen gasped when she saw my

magnificent nakedness. I'm sort of a body double for

Marilyn Monroe. At least that's what people tell me. In

this day and age of anorexic models, a real women, all dyke

and shaped to kill, is a rarity. That's why I spend few

nights alone.



   I wouldn't be alone tonight, either. This babe needed

what I had. My hands traveled all over Helen's body, the

expensive materials of her clothes feeling so good. 

Helen responded to my caresses by saying, "Strip me. Get

my clothes off and do me, please. I need you."



   She bent over and sucked my left nipple in her mouth,

fluttering her tongue across it in a way that I love.



   While she did this, I managed to get her top and those

tight pants off. When she was bare, I retook the trip

around her body I had just completed. This time, without

her clothes, Helen's responses were even more intense. Lots

of writhing and moaning and juicing up of the pussy.



   She couldn't get her mouth off my nipple. It was like she

was glued there. In addition to the sucking, she held the

tit in both hands and gave me those special squeezes only a

woman can. I moaned and squirmed under her dykish

manipulations.



   I wanted her breasts. What a pair of fine melons this

woman had: big, pearly white knobs hanging off her rib

cage, They weren't flabby though; the meat was firm to

the touch. Each one must have weighed 10-15 pounds. I went

to work on them with my mouth, doing to Helen what she had

done for me. I sucked and squeezed, getting the nipples wet

and hard.

 

   Our tit attentions were only an appetizer for the main

course. I dragged her to my bedroom and flopped myself down

on my back. Spreading my legs I invited her to have me.



   Please, Helen," I begged, "do something special for me." 

I wanted my usual.



   "What, my baby," she replied, in voice husky from lust.



   "Fuck me, please. I need your tit in my cunt. Get down

here and rub my pussy with a big titty, please?"



   Helen got between my legs and grabbed a hold of her right

tit. Getting in close, she rubbed that nipple all over the

outside of my pussy. I could feel myself juice up on

anticipation of the grand finale.



   "Get that nipple in me," I semi-ordered.



   Helen teased my clit with her nipple. Seeing that she'd

have to let go of her big boob to do the job right, I

reached down and spread open my cunt lips for her access.

 She got the nipple right up in there and pushed.



   I kneaded her shoulders as she did this thing to me. Still

holding onto her knocker, she fucked away at my cunt. So

much meat was in contact with the pussy area that I felt

myself beginning to come already.



   "Fuck me. Hump your titty into me. Shove that big mam up

my cunt. Wet that nipple with my juices, really get it up

inside."



   Helen struggled away valiantly, trying to satisfy my

perverted desires.



   I came with a bang, moving around so much Helen had trouble

keeping that monster boob up against my pussy. I held her

shoulders, forcing her to stay put. I finished what was the

best come of the week and took a breath.



   Helen's tit was covered with my slit slime. I pulled her

close to me and sucked the moist nipple into my mouth. I

love the taste of my own cunt. I'll often jerk off for

hours, just dipping my fingers into the dampness of my

pussy, them lick the tangy juices off my hand. So my cunt

taste was nothing new to me. I cleaned her boobie

completely, leaving only a coating of my saliva on the white

flesh. Now it was Helen's turn to get off.



   "I want to make you come now, Helen. How do you like it? 

Should I suck your cunt? Do you want me to fist fuck you? 

Or should I piss all over your face while you jerk off. Say

it and I'll do it."

 

   Which of my offers would Helen except? The anticipation

always makes me wet as I try and guess what desires my lady

partner will have. Sometimes the most innocent-looking

types are the sickest. I once picked up a darling little

prep schooler who not only drank my piss straight out of my

cunt, but who also cleaned my asshole with her tongue after

she made me take a shit while squatting over a copy of the

newspaper her father published. That was one hell of a

date. Helen could be into anything. What would she want?



   "Oh, Marie, I feel so ashamed, but I need to have my

nipples hurt, really twisted up and tortured. Look at

them." Up close I realized that her titty tips did show

signs of extreme abuse. Little scars circled the aureoles

and nips had a strange length to them, as if they had almost

been pulled off. This could be fun. 

 

   I held her close to me and whispered in her ear as I

tongued it," Don't worry, darling Helen. I'll make you

feel so good you'll wet yourself."



   "That would be nice, huh? Maybe even wet all over you?,"

she replied while wiggling in anticipation.



    No problem there as far as I was concerned. I made Helen

get on her hands and knees on the bed, allowing her tits to

swing down. Using both hands I began lightly caressing her

all over, paying special attention to the hanging milk jugs.

 

   At first I was gentle, just brushing her skin. 

Occasionally I'd dip my hand into her pussy or even stick a

finger up her asshole. But it was always back to the tits. 

I began a series of nipple squeezes, each time applying

more pressure. A pussy check of the results showed an

increasing wetness in her twat. I was getting to this slut.

 

   As my squeezing pressure increased I could sense Helen was

really heating up. Her moans got louder and her cunt juice

was running down the insides of her thighs. I turned up

the heat and pinched her nipples mercilessly, grabbing the

points between my fingers and twisting them around.



   "Harder," she begged. "Don't stop there. I need more. 

Hurt me, please, my sweet girl. Make it hurt bad." Well,

she wanted it, she was going to get it.



   I pressed my thumb and fingers together so tight I thought

her nipple would pop open. She screamed but still asked

more. Time for a position change. I flipped her onto

her back, sat on her belly, and grabbed two handfuls of

titty. Rolling the big mounds around on her chest, I

couldn't believe how far they would stretch from their

original position. This woman had been worked over but

good.



   I dragged her knobs down her belly, then up to her

shoulders and almost around her back. No matter how far I

pulled them, she never said stop. Since she was so into

pain I slapped her face. Her hips gave an involuntary jump

and I knew I was on to something. With my left hand I

kneaded her left tit as if it were an inanimate object

incapable of feeling. With my right hand I kept slapping

her, not too hard to start but gradually increasing the

force of my blows. Helen responded by tilting her head

back so that I'd have a better better shot. Wham! Wham! 

She was beginning to frighten me. Would I have to kill her

to make her happy?



   "Hit me. Please. Don't stop. It feels so good. Argh,

uh, oh, ooh." Helen made inarticulate noises like a

mistreated animal. I told her what a whore she was and she

agreed: "I am a whore, a dyke whore, a filthy cuntsucking

slut. I need cunt, I need pain. Hurt me bitch, you

fucking shit. Hurt me!!!!"



   My own cunt leaked gallons of twat slime all over her

smooth belly. I began sliding myself up and down while I

continued my other chores. I'd switch hands and tits,

varying the point of attack. Helen took it all while

moaning eternal love for me. I didn't want that. I just

wanted to make her cum.



   Gradually I worked my bottom backwards toward her pussy.

 I grabbed her hands in mine and swung my leg over hers so

that our snatches were bumping against each other.



    It was time for her orgasm. I set up a grinding motion

with our twats, the soaked pubic hairs roughly grating

together. Leaning over, I got a nipple in my mouth and

clamped down hard. Lifting my head after this vicious bite,

I verbally abused her.

 

   "You like this pain, don't you? You're a cheap lesbian

slut who needs to be hurt, to be damaged, to be humiliated,

aren't you? I should have a big black guy come over and

fuck you up the ass while bull dyke lesbians piss on your

face."



   "Yes, yes. I want it all, everything you said. Oooh!"



   Bucking furiously, I bit down on the nip again until it

seemed like I'd go right through the flesh. Helen pushed

her cunt into mine with a renewed ferocity. My tongue

fluttered on the trapped nipple as we humped our pussies

like mad woman. Helen was getting close to blowing her

load so I bit down on the nipple even harder and rubbed our

cunts until bone was grinding.



   Like an epileptic have a fit, Helen came. Convulsively,

insanely, screaming filth like I never heard before. She

offered to eat my shit, to suck my menstrual fluid, to take

an enema of my piss, even to have old winos jerk their cum

all over her body while she licked their assholes clean. 

The more degrading her talk became, the more her orgasms

intensified. There must have been at least ten big cums in

her pussy.



   This chick was twisted, but that's what I liked about her. 

I thought I'd be getting a simple titty tickle and here we

were acting out this entire psychodrama just to help the

woman get off.



   Finally it was over. I had come again but that seemed

insignificant to what Helen had been through. We cuddled up

and kissed and I gently soothed her savaged breasts with

delicate touches of my finger tips.



   "Oh, Marie," Helen said, "I could love you. Could you love

me?"



   It was time to break her heart, which, after what I'd done

to her tits, didn't seem so bad.



   "No, Helen. We can never be together on any kind of

permanent basis. I'm too much of a slut for that. 

Still, I want you to come over now and then and I'll 

take care of you. Is that OK?"



   "If that's all there'll ever be between us, I guess I'll

have to accept that. But I love you. I really do." What a

pitiful woman this Helen was.

   

   We kissed and we hugged some more, then I fell into a

dreamless sleep. In the morning she was gone. I never

heard from her again.



                                                                                               

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