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Non-Penetrative Pleasure

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I lay on my back, the soft sheets cool against my skin, my heart pounding with anticipation. Tom’s obsession with non-penetrative sex had always intrigued me, but tonight, I was determined to explore it fully, to give him the pleasure he craved and, in turn, discover new depths of my own desire. The room was dimly lit, the glow of a single candle casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a heady mix that stirred my senses. Tom lay beside me, his body relaxed yet taut with anticipation, his dark hair tousled, his deep brown eyes locked onto mine.

“You ready for this?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand brushed my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. At 48, I felt more alive than ever, my shorter blonde hair framing my face, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. My lean build and small breasts had always been a source of confidence, and tonight, I felt like a goddess, ready to give and receive pleasure in ways I’d only begun to explore.

“I’m ready,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the storm of desire raging inside me. Tom smiled, that slow, wicked grin that always made my knees weak. He propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze roaming over my body, lingering on the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. I felt his hunger, his need, and it fueled my own.

“Straddle me,” he commanded, his voice firm yet laced with desire. My heart raced as I shifted, positioning myself above him. His hands slid down my sides, his fingers tracing the contours of my body, his touch both gentle and insistent. I hovered above him, my knees on either side of his hips, my pussy achingly close to his rigid cock. He lay there, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths, his cock thick and hard against his stomach, the head glistening with pre-cum.

I lowered myself slowly, my breath hitching as I felt the heat of his body beneath mine. His cock pressed against my pussy, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I began to move, grinding my hips in slow, deliberate circles, my clit rubbing against the underside of his shaft. The sensation was electric, a building tension that coiled low in my belly. Tom’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, his touch firm yet tender.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Ride me. Feel how hard you make me.”

I moaned, my head falling back as I increased the pace, my body moving in rhythm with his breath. The room was filled with the sound of our skin slapping together, the wetness of our combined juices creating a slick, frictionless glide. My clit throbbed, the pressure building with each pass over his cock. I could feel his desire, his need for me, and it only fueled my own.

“Fuck, Kate,” he muttered, his hands sliding up to cup my small breasts. His thumbs brushed my nipples, already hard and aching for attention. I gasped, my movements faltering for a moment as pleasure spiked through me. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me, and I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest. His hands moved to my back, his fingers digging into my skin as he urged me closer. I continued to grind, my clit rubbing against his cock, the sensation intensifying with each movement. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, my body on the brink of something explosive.

“Tom,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m close.”

“Let go, baby,” he urged, his voice hoarse. “Cum for me. I want to feel you shake.”

His words were my undoing. I cried out, my body arching as my orgasm ripped through me, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched, my juices flowing freely, drenching his cock. I rode out the climax, my movements slowing as the aftershocks rippled through me. Tom’s hands held me steady, his eyes never leaving mine, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

As my breathing slowed, I collapsed onto his chest, my heart still racing, my body slick with sweat. Tom’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my hair. “Fuck, that was incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

I smiled, my cheeks flushed, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm. “Your turn,” I teased, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

Tom chuckled, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Kate. Not by a long shot.”

He rolled us over, his body pinning me to the bed, his weight both comforting and exhilarating. His lips found mine, his kiss hungry and demanding, his tongue dueling with mine. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His cock pressed against my thigh, thick and heavy, a constant reminder of his need.

“I want to taste you,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. His hands slid down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my ass. I shivered as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Tom,” I gasped, my body arching into his touch. His hands moved to my thighs, spreading them wide, exposing me to his gaze. I felt vulnerable yet empowered, my desire for him overwhelming.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His lips brushed my inner thigh, his breath ghosting over my pussy, making me squirm. “So wet. So ready for me.”

I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as he leaned in, his tongue flicking over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His mouth closed around me, his lips sucking gently, his tongue swirling and probing, driving me wild. I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth, my body on the edge once more.

“Fuck, Tom,” I panted, my voice hoarse. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through me. “I wouldn’t dream of it, baby. You taste too good.”

His tongue delved deeper, his fingers sliding into my wetness, stretching me, filling me. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body responding to his every touch, my moans filling the room. My orgasm built, a slow burn that threatened to consume me.

“Tom,” I whimpered, my body tense, on the brink. “I’m—”

His mouth closed over my clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking relentlessly. I screamed, my body convulsing as my orgasm exploded, my pussy squirting, drenching his face. He drank me in, his hands holding me open, his mouth devouring me, his groans of pleasure mingling with my cries.

As my orgasm subsided, I lay panting, my body limp, my mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Tom lifted his head, his lips swollen, his face glistening with my juices. He smiled, that wicked grin that always made my heart race.

“Your turn to pleasure me,” he said, his voice low and seductive. He shifted, positioning himself between my legs, his cock thick and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly, my touch gentle yet firm.

“Not like that, baby,” he murmured, his hands gripping my wrists. “I want a titty fuck. I want to feel your soft tits wrapped around my cock.”

My heart raced at the thought, my body responding to his words. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as I leaned forward, pressing my breasts together, creating a tight, warm tunnel for his cock. Tom groaned, his hips bucking as he slid into the softness of my cleavage, his cock enveloped by the warmth of my skin.

“Fuck, Kate,” he muttered, his voice thick with need. “That feels so good.”

I began to move, my breasts gliding up and down his shaft, my nipples brushing against his sensitive skin. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me, his cock sliding between my tits, the friction sending waves of pleasure through us both.

“Harder, baby,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “Squeeze me. Milk my cock with those perfect tits.”

I tightened my grip, my breasts pressing firmly against his shaft, my nipples aching with pleasure. His cock throbbed, his balls tight and heavy, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I could feel his desire, his need to cum, and it only fueled my own. A few more strokes of my tits on his shaft and I soon had a chest covered in cum. He breathed heavily and fell back. A wonderful time was had by all.

Titty Fuck Temptation

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I had always been a bit self-conscious about my breasts. At 39, I wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore, and my once perky assets had started to show the effects of gravity. But my boyfriend, Jake, had a way of making me feel like the sexiest woman alive, and he had a particular appreciation for my chest.

“Hey, Mary Ellen,” Jake called out as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I could hear the excitement in his voice, a tone that usually meant he had something naughty on his mind. “Yeah, babe?” I replied, smiling as I pictured him lounging on our bed, his muscular body glistening with anticipation. Jake was a fitness enthusiast, and his dedication to the gym had paid off, making him a sight to behold.

“I was just thinking…” He trailed off, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know how I love your tits, right?”

I laughed, feeling a familiar warmth between my legs. “Yeah, I think I’ve noticed your appreciation, Mr. Handsy.” Jake had a habit of cupping and caressing my breasts whenever we were alone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Well, I was wondering…” He paused, biting his lower lip, a sure sign he was about to propose something deliciously dirty. “Would you be up for giving me a titty fuck?”

My heart skipped a beat. I had never done anything like that before, but the thought of pleasing Jake and feeling his hard cock between my breasts was enough to make me blush. “A titty fuck? You mean, like… using my tits to pleasure you?”

“Exactly!” Jake’s face lit up, his excitement palpable. “I’ve always wanted to feel your soft, warm tits wrapped around my dick. I bet it’ll be fucking amazing.”

I couldn’t deny the appeal of his request. Jake’s enthusiasm was infectious, and the idea of using my body to bring him pleasure was incredibly arousing. I took a deep breath, my towel falling slightly, revealing a hint of my pale skin. “Okay, Jake. I’ll do it. But only if you promise to be gentle with my girls.”

“Oh, I’ll be gentle, baby,” he assured me, his voice thick with desire. “But first, let me get a good look at them.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. I let the towel drop to the floor, exposing my naked body to Jake’s hungry gaze. My breasts were full and round, with large, pink nipples that stood erect in anticipation. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently, my fingers brushing against my sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Mary Ellen,” Jake whispered, his eyes fixed on my chest. “Your tits are fucking perfect. I can’t wait to feel them squeezing my cock.”

I took a step closer to the bed, my heart racing. “Show me what you want me to do, Jake. Guide me.”

He patted the bed beside him, his hand reaching out to stroke my thigh. “Come here, beautiful. Straddle my face, let me taste your sweet pussy while you prepare those gorgeous tits for my cock.”

I did as he asked, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself above his face. Jake’s hands immediately went to my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks as his tongue sought out my clit. I moaned, the sensation of his rough hands and soft tongue driving me wild.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured between licks. “Ride my face, let me hear you moan.”

I ground my hips against his mouth, my wetness coating his lips and chin. His tongue flicked and teased, driving me closer to the edge. I reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair, and urged him on. “Yes, Jake, right there. Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”

As I neared my climax, Jake’s hands traveled up my body, his fingers brushing against my nipples, causing me to shudder. “Now, Mary Ellen,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Let’s give my cock the titty fuck it’s been dreaming of.”

I shifted my position, straddling his waist, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Jake’s cock stood tall and proud, already glistening with pre-cum. I leaned forward, my breasts swaying, and took the head of his cock between my lips, sucking gently.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me. “Suck it, baby, get it nice and wet for your tits.”

I bobbed my head, taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft. Jake’s hands tightened on my hips, urging me to take more of him. I looked up at him, my blue eyes meeting his, as I deep-throated his length, my throat constricting around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he panted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Now, let’s get those tits in action.”

I pulled back, my lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. I positioned myself above his cock, my breasts hanging over his shaft. I looked down, watching as the head of his cock disappeared between my cleavage.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Jake moaned, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock sliding between my tits. “Squeeze them together, baby, make a tight little tunnel for my dick.”

I did as he asked, my hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them together, trapping his cock between them. I began to slide up and down, my tits providing a warm, slick passage for his throbbing member.

“That’s it, fuck those tits, Mary Ellen,” he urged, his hands gripping my hips, helping me set the pace. “Feel how hard your tits make me? How much I love your soft, warm flesh on my cock?”

I moaned, the sensation of his cock sliding between my breasts sending waves of pleasure through my body. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing against his chest, my hair falling around us like a curtain of red silk.

“You like that, baby?” Jake asked, his voice rough with desire. “You like feeling my cock between your tits?”

“Yes, Jake,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. “I love it. I love feeling your hard cock against my soft flesh.”

“That’s it, fuck those tits harder, baby,” he encouraged, his hands squeezing my ass, pulling me down onto his cock. “Squeeze them tight, make me cum all over your beautiful tits.”

I increased my pace, my tits sliding up and down his shaft, my nipples rubbing against his skin. Jake’s breathing became ragged, his body tensing beneath me.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Cum all over your tits, Mary Ellen. Paint your beautiful skin with my cum.”

His words sent me over the edge. I squeezed my tits together, trapping his cock, and felt his warm, sticky release coating my skin. His cum shot in thick ropes, painting my breasts and neck, creating a pearl necklace of his desire.

“Yes, Jake,” I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Cum for me, baby. Give me your cum.”

As his climax subsided, I leaned down, my lips seeking his, and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his release. I could feel his cum, still warm, on my skin, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.

“That was fucking incredible,” Jake panted, his hands stroking my back. “Your tits are fucking amazing, Mary Ellen. I could do this all day.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jake. I have to admit, I loved feeling your cock between my tits.”

“And I loved watching you,” he said, his eyes roaming over my cum-covered body. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mary Ellen. I can’t wait to explore more of your naughty side.”

I blushed, feeling a new sense of freedom and excitement. Jake’s appreciation for my body and his willingness to explore our desires had unlocked something within me, a newfound confidence and a hunger for more.

“I can’t wait to see what else we can get up to,” I said, my voice laced with anticipation. “But for now, I think I need a shower to wash off all this delicious cum.”

Jake laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll join you, baby. We can wash each other off and start planning our next adventure.”

As we made our way to the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future held. Jake’s love for my body and his insatiable appetite for pleasure had opened up a whole new world of erotic possibilities, and I couldn’t wait to explore them all.

Pearl Necklace Expert

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I developed early, you can tell by the size of my breasts they are quite large. I always had boys interested in me because of them. I started to wear a bra early and was teased because of my big boobs, but the same boys that were teasing me a few years before were now asking me out in the hopes they could get their mitts on them. One of the first things I did sexually was give a titty fuck. I wasn’t ready to actually fuck yet, but I would allow a boy to place his hard cock between my big knockers.

I remember when I was in school the first boy I’d gone out with asked me if he could do that. I didn’t see the harm in it, so I said ok. We’d gone out to see a movie and grabbed some pizza afterwards. We went back to his place and he invited me down to the basement. His parents were upstairs and he said they left him alone when he was down there, even if he had friends over, so we wouldn’t be interrupted. I was a bit nervous, I’d only kissed before and given a hand job once.

We were on the couch and he had MTV on the television playing low and we were kissing and soon his hand sneaked under my sweater and he soon got my nipples hard by playing with them. I removed my green angora sweater that matched my eyes, and he unhooked my large bra and cast it aside. I’d been running my hand over his crotch through his jeans and I could tell he was so hard. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and slipped him out of them, his boxer shorts were sporting a pretty good sized tent in front of me.

He told me to take my tits in my hands, ease them apart a bit while he got his cock between them and then close them around his dick. He then started to pump and thrust between my tits and he began to moan a bit as he did so. He was fucking my huge tits. The engorged head of his cock was coming up right underneath my chin with each pump of his cock, but I wasn’t ready to give a blow job just yet. His freely flowing precum was smearing all over my tits and chest. My hard nipples were grazing his cock and it felt nice, it was a nice sensation to have them pulled that way with each pump of his cock between them.

I still remember the video that was playing on MTV as I gave that titty fuck, “How Do You Talk To An Angel,” I always think of that night in the basement whenever I hear that song come on. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, he was standing and kind of crouching, standing with his feet far apart, his hands on my shoulders as he fucked my huge tits. He said something that made me laugh. He told me the only thing that could make it better would have been if I had milk in my breasts and it would ooze all over his dick. I laughed and said no chance of that, but it’s something other guys have mentioned over the years as well. The big tits fetish and breast milk fetish often go hand in hand. Not always, but sometimes.

I was about to receive my very first “pearl necklace.” The year before in school a boy that sat near me told me his friend wanted to give me a pearl necklace and I had no idea what he meant, but didn’t want to appear unknowledgeable about it, so I just said, “oh, that’s nice.” LOL, I must have sounded like an idiot, since if you knew what it meant, you’d not likely reply back with that response! Here I thought this boy I barely knew wanted to give me a piece of jewelry, Lord, was I clueless! Now my boyfriend said he was about to cum, about to squirt all over my tits and ‘give me a pearl necklace.’ All of a sudden the lights went on from the remark the year before and I giggled. I got it, globs of cum all over my tits, neck and throat. It wasn’t so bad, but he sure liked it. I went to the powder room to clean up and went home soon after. Thinking I was now a “pearl necklace expert.”