Message-ID: <2672eli$9708071119@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: waagh@aol.com (Waagh) Subject: Repost: `Working on her knobs` f/f By Radioman Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970806231300.TAA29423@ladder01.news.aol.com> ======================================================== The following story is for the entertainment of adults only. Do not read, download or otherwise process in violation of your area's local laws. Entire contents of this file Copyright 1995 by Radioman. All rights reserved. ======================================================== 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 having 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 orgasm 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. - 30 - -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /