Big Bosomed Becky

Author's note - I stumbled upon Artemisia Love performing these maneuvers - crazy hot!

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Ted and Becky go further...

All characters in this work of fiction are over 18. This work can stand on its own, but reading the previous chapters will give you context for some of the situations.

Thursday

Visions of Becky's big bosoms and her amazing nipples haunted my dreams for the next 20 hours or so - both night dreams and daydreams. In the last three days, I had licked caramel syrup off her boobs and nipples, ejaculated over her amazing tits, and titty-fucked her until, as I came, she aimed my jizz at her always stiff nipples. For a guy who obsesses over big bosoms and rock-hard nipples, this had been quite a set of days! But time was passing, and both my Rachy and her Phil would be home on Friday. We had both agreed that this was amazing lust, and also that we could never truly cheat, in the context of vaginal intercourse. God, the thought was tempting, but could I really do that? I hoped that Becky would not tempt me; but then again, if she did, could I hold back? The thought of watching her big boobs bounding around, her nipples rubbing my chest as I pounded her pussy was tempting - oh, so tempting!

The weather continued warm, and as I walked to her apartment that evening, with my semi-hard dick swaying in my shorts, my mind was consumed with nothing but seeing and touching her fabulous rack once again. As it happens, she, too, was anxious to "begin the games" again; instead of concealing herself in the kitchen, she was waiting for me just inside the door, apparently trusting that I would have kept an eye out for passersby.

What she was wearing would have given a dead man a boner! Yet another incredibly short skirt (with, I was sure, nothing underneath), and a deeply cut sweater top pulled down so as to fully expose and lift her awesome, naked boobs, topped with ever so stiff nipples! I was a deer in the headlights, as the saying goes! And what headlights she had!

In my single-minded approach, however, I had neglected to watch for any pesky neighbors! As I stood in the open doorway with my mouth open and watering, it turns out that "The Doc," (the elderly photographer neighbor of hers) had wandered on down the hall behind me. "Hey, Becky," he called out, then after a brief pause (both physically and verbally, Becky told me later), "So nice to see you!" He lingered no more than a second, but there was an impact, for sure.

It took a moment, but when I realized what had happened, I quickly but quietly closed the door.

"My god, the Doc just saw my naked tits!" Becky quietly whispered, clearly in a panic, pulling the top up to cover her nakedness, despite the fact that the door was now closed. Dang, her nipples were covered (but still poking through her top), although there was still a bountiful amount of cleavage on display.

"Sorry, Becky... I guess I should have had a sharper eye out. I guess I figured you'd be in the kitchen. But didn't you say he was old and harmless?'

"I did, but still - he totally saw my boobs out! And my nipples were so stiff in anticipation of the evening." She paused for five seconds, her face frozen in panic while she mentally sorted through the possibilities. "I should go talk to him. He's known Phil for a long time... This could get bad." She made a move toward the door.

I stood in her way and tried to reassure her. "Oh, Becky, I'm sure it will be okay. Maybe bribe him with one of your carrot cakes. We haven't done anything shameful more than share dinners together, so far as he knows, right?"

"That may be true, but if you were in his shoes and just saw me greeting another guy - and not my husband! - with my titties on display, where would your mind go?"

"Well,mymind would go to licking caramel off your nipples, or squirting my jizz all over those glorious boobs." I had, despite the circumstances, been staring at her cleavage and at her shrinking nipples. But after a quick glance at her scowling face, I quickly continued, "but I see your point - or points," I lamely quipped, "I'm sorry it happened. But trust me - with as amazing as your carrot cake tastes, I'd be willing to overlook a lot to have a supply of those coming my way."

"Well, I guess for tonight, what's done is done. And you're right, I should have been tucked away in the kitchen. He's an early riser, so I'll try to talk with him in the morning. But crap, why weren't you watching out for him? Or anybody else?"

"My bad, for sure. It's just that your amazing boobs and you awesomely stiff nipples have had me mesmerized, and I guess I just wasn't paying attention. I could have closed the door more quickly. How about a hug," I suggested moving closer. Hugs always go a long way with my Rachy.

"Alright, that might help," she admitted. I took her in my arms and, at least for a moment, just held her tight. It was the first time we'd ever just hugged, and it felt really good to hold her - I mean aside from the obvious thrill of having her press her amazing boobs into my chest. I willed my dick to be patient, but, as the saying goes, it has a mind of its own, and inflation had begun. A minute later, she took a deep sigh, and whispered, "Yes, hugging is good. I like feeling your big strong arms around me."

With that, I risked rubbing my chest slightly against her boobs. And my ever-ready tool began to really expand. With a slight movement of my hips, I felt it press into her leg. She pressed back in return, and I felt that the crisis might have passed.

She pulled her head back and, while rubbing her tits into my chest, smiled and said, "Nothing takes your mind off my boobs for very long, does it?"

"Guilty as charged," I admitted, "especially when I think back to the way you looked when I came in. Can we maybe go back to that pose? Could you.. Would you pull that top back down again so I can see your womanly charms again?"

"You really think I can buy off the Doc withcarrot cake?"

It seems her mind hadn't fully let go of the problem. "Well, he's old. Would he really be interested in anything more?"

"Jeez, I had envisioned a different beginning to the evening, but I guess I'll deal with the Doc tomorrow. Mental note to do so. Dang."

"So, how was your day, 'dear'," she continued, while pulling the top down to cup her fabulous boobs and push her titties together. Her soft nipples began to firm up, at least a bit.

"Long and hard, as usual," I replied as I pulled my lengthening tool out of my shorts. "But I don't really have the tools at hand... pardon me," I said as I in fact handled my tool, "to tempt members of the opposite sex the way you do. So how wasyourday?"

"Well, I didn't tell you, but I managed to find a half-cup bra the other day. You know, a bra that basically stops just below the nipples?" I nodded, imagining how Becky's tits would have looked in that kind of contraption. "Well, with another vest - well you saw me this morning, right?" Again, I nodded, reliving that memory as I stared at her mammaries - and those amazing nipples! "Well, I was playing with my nipples in the office all but non-stop! It was so much fun to think of you and your awesome tool," she continued, glancing down as I slowly stroked my stiff dick, "while the rest of the office was totally clueless as to the state of my undress. And the unrelenting stiffness of my nipples. I had to change my panty-liner twice!

"And my lunch break was a lot like yesterday. I walked around downtown the whole time, wearing sunglasses this time, so I could watch the hungry stares I got as I bounced around the neighborhood with my stiff nipples poking through the thin jersey top I was wearing.

"Then, I hustled into the apartment and put on this getup. I was so hot for you that I really wanted to surprise you at the door. Dang - I've got to get up pretty early for that carrot cake! Anyway, I didn't eat any lunch, so I'm starving!"

With that, we had some kind of meal (I forget what, given that I was salivating much more over her body than over the food). All the while, her nipples (full stiff again, thank goodness!) were on display, and my dick was out for her to ogle and for me to periodically rub.

When we'd finished, she asked, "So - would you like to continue the fashion show? Or move on to something completely different?'

I was curious about "something completely different," but expected/hoped that the something different could wait.

"I'm intrigued by the latter, but can we have a few of the former? I'm really intrigued by seeing you in those bib overalls..." I managed.

After a moment's hesitation, during which time her nipples perceptibly stiffened, she replied, "Alright, I'm willing. But first, I haven't had a chance to practice this more than a few seconds, but I thought you might like this little trick."

Now, the sweater top that she had on left her shoulders naked. Above her boobs, the fabric crossed over in an X pattern, with straps, if you will, going over her shoulders. As I watched in fascination, she reached up to those straps and began to lift her boobs in such a way that her titties bobbed down a bit, drifting out to the side, and then coming back together, stiff nipples each vying for my attention. My dick was beyond hard, and I tried not to notice her focus on my tool as a slowly massaged its length.

Then, letting go of the sweater, she just sat there while lifting and rotating her shoulders, causing her boobies to rock gently back and forth. Watching the way her boob-flesh deformed and reformed was an intoxicating experience! "You like?" she asked. But her follow up comment was, "I guess I don't really need to ask, do I?' I just moaned my assent.

Then she said, "But there's more on my agenda, and I don't want you wasting your load. You clear things from the table, and I'll be right back." While I was disappointed that the performance had ended, I couldn't wait to see what could top that show!

So, in a trice, I'd moved things to the kitchen, and Becky returned wearing the bib overalls I'd left her. She was stunning! The bib basically had no chance of covering her magnificent boobs for very long. I sat in a chair while she sashayed (it's the only word that really fits!) around the table. The straps came down to buckle maybe 3 inches above her boobs, but the centerpiece was narrow enough that every step caused her bosoms to be exposed on one side or the other. And, oh, my goodness, were her nipples stiff! As I sat there, I pulled slowly on my very, very stiff dick. "Very nice," I commented, "Very, very nice" I said, noting that she was staring at my tool.

Then, she pulled the two sides together and exposed both of her titties to me! I had to close my eyes for a moment to let the crisis pass.

"I could watch you in that all night. But can you let me see that shelf bra?" I asked once I was back in control.

"Right back," she replied.

When she reappeared, that's all that she had on - the shelf bra, and nothing else! Her boobs rested on the bra with her nipples totally exposed, peeking over the edges of the cups. I was torn as to where to ogle, but nipples have always been my weakness. "Can you play with your nipples for me?" I asked, as I slowly played with my very stiff dick.

"As you wish, master," she replied. I'm not sure when I reached the "master" level, but what the hey? She reached up with both hands and began strumming her nipples. If her nips had been stiff before, they reached new heights (quite literally). And while she played with her nipples, she watched me slowly rubbing my tool.

After no more than a minute, though, she collapsed on a chair. While she kept both eyes on my dick, her eyes appeared glazed as her breath came in gasps and her thighs clenched and her body tensed as spasms swept through her body. It is the greatest turn-on for me to see a woman climax, so I had to close my eyes through most of her orgasm, since the evening was young, and I had other plans for my jizz. As it turns out, so did she.

"Ted," she whispered softly, once we were both back in control, "would you be willing to shower with me?"

From where I was sitting, that was the stupidest question since any woman ever asked, "Would you like to see my tits?" "I'm all in!" I replied, then considering the implications of my phrasing, "I mean, that sounds delightful!"

Minutes later, we were both in her shower. She kept her eyes on my tool whenever she could, while my eyes saw nothing but her bulging bosoms and her rock-hard nipples. "Would you wash my back?" She asked, turning her back to me.

"No problem," I replied. I wasn't sure how this might go, but the thought of reaching around to her chest at some point was uppermost in my mind. The only bummer was not seeing her stiff nipples.

"Mmmmm," she said as I rubbed her shoulders and back with soap-covered hands. "Give me a scratch, would you? Oohhh, that feels nice!" she exclaimed. Now, while her backside was definitely A-grade, my palms were itching to cup her boobies. Plus, I had to kind of keep my body at some length away from her in order to scratch.

"I'm glad that you like to have your back scratched," I interjected, "but my palms are getting quite itchy themselves."

"Itchy palms, eh? Well, if you must, I suspect I can cure your itch," she replied, with a chuckle.

And with that, she raised her arms and allowed me to sweep my soapy hands around her waist as I moved my body closer to hers.

There was one impediment, however - my rigid tool ended up pressed against her backside as I reached around to cup her abundant boobs.

"Tell you what -" she murmured, "how about... how about you slip that through between my legs."

OMG, I thought - where could this lead? But the vibe was right, so, when she spread her legs, I was there. "Oh, god!" she exclaimed, as she brought her thighs together, trapping my dick between them.

"Oh, god, indeed," I thought, without speaking. My hands were thoroughly covered with soap, so I just reached up and rubbed her amazing bosoms, reveling in the silky feel of her breast flesh as I lifted, cupped, and groped her magical charms, tweaking her slippery nipples. My chest was pressed against her back, and hugging her this way was truly delicious. And on top of all of those sensual feeling, my prick was tightly clutched between her thighs. Almost without conscious thought, it seemed, she was squeezing and pulsing around my prick. Her nipples scraped my palms as I lifted, squeezed and cupped her mammaries. The erotic, all-over feeling is a memory I will always treasure.

Would she invite me to penetrate her love canal? I was really torn thinking about how I might respond. I had never been truly tempted to cheat on my Rachy, but had Becky asked, I would have really been torn. I kept loving her bosoms and reveling in the stiffness of her nipples. Her thighs kept massaging my prick with gentle contractions.

"Ted," she whispered after some few minutes of bosom massage, "I have to guess - no, I know - that you are as horny as I am. But for as delightful as it is to have you rubbing against my slit, I think we need to get out of the shower. For one thing, my plan was, aside from having you hug my body like you have - you aresogood with my nipples! - was to get is squeaky clean for the next phase. And feeling your amazing prick rubbing me in such sensitive places isnotworking in favor of the "squeaky clean" concept." And with that, she spread her legs and inched forward, allowing my dick to spring free of her thighs.

I had a vague idea of what her plan might be, but it seemed a lot to hope for. "Can I at least hug you face to face?" I queried. "After all, you've got soap all over your front side, and I'm still soapless. This would save time, and water," I pleaded rather pathetically.

"Oh, alright, you silly goose!"

"God, I love looking at your bosoms," I enthused before moving in and rubbing myself against her. I was tempted to lean down and suck her nipples, but they truly were covered in soap.

We finished getting clean as we handed the bar of soap back and forth, with only occasional passes at each other - me grabbing her boobs and pinching her nipples, she taking on the job of cleaning my dick. "Oh, jeez, Becky - you'd better stop," I protested as her ministrations (and those red finger nails!) nearly had me losing my load in the shower.

I finished drying off before Becky, who felt she had to blow her hair out, at least a little. I watched in fascination as her boobs wobbled around as she brushed and maneuvered the hair dryer. Her nipples stayed hard, and she glanced at my stiff tool as I slowly stroked it. "Slow and easy, 'lover'," she cautioned, "Don't ruin your 'fresh from the shower' state of cleanliness."

With that, I was pretty sure what was coming next (if you will), and I resisted stroking with more intensity. No need for excessive pre-cum.

When she was done, we moved to the bedroom; she went to the audio system and slid in a tape. "Do you know Bryan Adams?" she asked.

As the first few bars of "Summer of 69" came out of the speakers, I just nodded and took up an appropriate position on the bed, with her at the headrest and me with my feet on the pillows beside her. "Well, this feels like an Indian Summer right now, and while these days won't 'last forever,' we can create a memory," she said kind of dreamily.

I was torn, because while I expected she'd be amazing with my dick, I really wanted more of her boobs and nipples. But as she settled in and began to stroke my tool, I just said, "Mind if I watch for a minute?" You see, my Rachy did not really enjoy giving head, and it was kind of amazing to see Becky virtually salivating over my prick. "And could you maybe rub your boobies over me?" I pleaded.

"I am so hot for you to give me a licking, but okay," she conceded. She had to reposition herself, but I was treated to the amazing sight of her rubbing her bountiful bosoms against my straining dick for a minute or two. While she worked on me, I stroked her thighs and gently rubbed her clit. "Oh, my that's good!" she enthused.

And then, she'd had enough. Whether I was ready or not, she started to rub my tool with her fingers while intermittently licking the length of my dick. "Oh, god, that is so erotic!" I proclaimed.

"What's good for the goose..." she managed while opening her mouth to briefly engulf my hardness.

"Oh, jeez," I said, while turning to the tasty slit beside me.

Rachy and I had not done much of this kind of thing, but I knew how good Becky was making me feel, so I followed my instincts. Spreading her nether lips apart, I dove in and started licking.

In no more than a second, Becky let go of my tool and squeezed her thighs around my head, moaning, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Unggghhhh, oh, I'm cumming - hard!" I didn't really need the play-by-play to know where she was, but it always makes me happy when I know I've made my Rachy happy. Oh, to be multi-orgasmic like ladies can be!

"Don't stop, Ted, don't stop. Oh, my god that's good! And I'll try to see that I bring you, too."

And with that, she started to seriously lick me up and down, to wrap her mouth around the end of my dick, and to lick and suck with enormous fervor.

I pulled my mouth away from her privates and confided, "No need to rush, 'lover,' I want to keep bringing you. But for me, I've pretty much got one shot. This is too special to rush through it."

She didn't respond more than to kind of mumble "Okay" around me dick, but she did scale back on her intensity.

Meanwhile, I had inserted my left thumb into Becky's love canal as I continued to lick her clit. "Ohhhh, that's so good!" she exclaimed, briefly releasing my prick from her hot mouth.

And for the next several minutes, she exercised restraint in sucking on my tool while I pleasured myself by bringing her to a couple of more climaxes.