Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

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  I came to very slowly in the morning. As memories of the night before came back, I thought I was still dreaming. The memories increased in clarity the longer I laid there, and it began dawning on me that it had all actually happened. I was still naked and sporting major morning wood.

  As I adjusted myself, I realized my arm was around something. Only it wasn’t a something, it was a someone. This jerked me the rest of the way to wakefulness, and I opened my eyes to see I was spooning with Jules, who appeared to still be asleep.

  I held perfectly still, not wanting to wake her up. I let my arm lay around her, afraid that lifting it would rouse her. Suddenly I realized the seriousness of what I had done. I didn’t care at all about my dad, but was worried she would regret everything she did while drunk.

  I laid there thinking about everything that had happened while I tried to synchronize my breathing with hers in order to not disturb her. Images rushed through my head, and my dick continued to harden.

  As I considered everything, I realized I had one major regret. I still hadn’t got to play with boobs. I’m a breast man to the core, and the fact that they had eluded me for so long was discouraging. As I thought about this, I realized that based on where my arm was wrapped around her, the skin the side of my hand was resting against was very possibly boob.

  All worries were sucked from my brain and replaced with a singular focus to squeeze that boob. I reasoned that if I was slow enough, I could get a squeeze in without her noticing.

  I moved slower than a sloth. I took over a minute just to lift my arm in order to turn my hand. Every time I would change the amount of pressure I had against her, I would stop and let her adjust to the new feelings in her sleep. This made sense at the time, and I was determined to reach my goal.

  As I felt around, I realized that I had been feeling her arm before as it was resting across her chest. I slid my hand beneath it until I finally found my holy grail. My hand slipped around her right breast, and I slowly applied pressure.

  I couldn’t believe I had wasted time doing anything else with my hands through my life. I’m not sure what made it so magical. It was partly how perfectly they fit in my hand. It was partly the way they moved and squished as I applied pressure. The warmth was also good. Overall it was truly a life changing moment, and fully confirmed my status as a boob man.

  I felt her stir, so I held perfectly still. She began to stretch and reached her arm above her head, hitting mine in the process. She grabbed on to it and then leaned back into my body.

  I wasn’t sure what to expect, but as her ass bumped against my raging boner, she started to grind against it. Taking her cue, I went back to fondling her tits. She twisted to look at me and as we made eye contact, a huge smile came over both of our faces.

  She reached her arm around my head and pulled me close to her and began to kiss me. We made out for what felt like forever as I explored her mountainous breasts in the process. After a while I lowered myself down, allowing myself to take her nipple into my mouth.

  I played for a while before she pulled me back up to face her. She just stared into my eyes. I felt such a deep connection to her in that moment, and we laid there for minutes without saying a word.

  She eventually broke the silence, “Thank you.”

  I was floored by this, not sure what to make of it. I told her that she was the one who deserved to be thanked.

  “You’d be surprised, I’ve really enjoyed this. You are so genuine.” She looked at me a bit longer, both of us communicating with each other despite the silence.

  She eventually pushed me flat on my back and moved over on top of me. She reached down and grabbed my dick, holding it skyward and lowering herself on top of it. She felt every bit as good as Eva did the night before.

  I really enjoyed the position as it gave me free access to her boobs. I licked, sucked, and squeezed as she rode me. I relished every detail of her amazing body, brought to the brink of both laughter and tears at points by how amazing all of this was.

  Somehow, she got off before I did. I actually thought I was hurting her at first, as I didn’t even consider the possibility that I could get her to orgasm that quickly, but she had been angling herself so I hit her in all the right places.

  She continued to ride me through it, then asked me if I wanted to try a different position. I told her I was up for anything, so she suggested that we try her favorite. I agreed, but was surprised when she pulled me from the bed, leading me out of the door to my room.

  She took us to the living room, and slightly bent over the couch so she was still standing, but angled to allow me to enter her more easily. I did so readily.

  I enjoyed this as I was able to reach around her from behind and hold on to her breasts, fondling them as I thrusted into her. I was already getting close when she reached between her legs with one hand and started fondling my balls, quickly pushing me over the edge.

  As I began cumming, I held onto her breasts and used them for leverage. My whole body was convulsing as I felt myself drain inside her. I completely filled her with cum, and it started to drip out of her onto the floor. I was sapped of energy, but was determined to finish her one last time.

  I continued pounding into her, losing my breath in the process. I was so sensitive at this point that I was getting dizzy. I would have stopped, but she started moaning louder, giving me the encouragement I needed to keep going.

  I was starting to pick back up to a rhythm, when I heard the door swing open behind me. I looked up to the mirror that was in front of me to see my father wide mouthed behind me. His shock quickly turned to anger, as he started screaming.

  I usually would have ran to my room, but I no longer felt overpowered by him. I simply pulled out of his wife and turned to face him. She covered herself and ran to get dressed as I took the brunt of his anger.

  He eventually kicked me out of the house, which I understood and couldn’t have cared less about. I left with all the belongings I wanted to save, and walked down that sidewalk feeling like a brand new man. I didn’t get to say anything to Jules, which I felt bad about for a while.

  It should come as no surprise that I was extremely excited when she paid a surprise visit to me at college. To this day we enjoy occasional meet-ups, though we never speak of my father. I assume they are still married, but again, I could not care less.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 27

  “I’m not sure what to make of it,” Elizabeth said to her attractive best friend, Carolyn Cumm.

  “What do you think is the problem?” Carolyn asked in turn, a puzzled look on her face.

  “Well, I don’t know if it’s anything to worry about… I mean she’s just nineteen years old,” the concerned mother, Elizabeth, shook her head doubtfully.

  “You can tell me,” Carolyn smiled, rubbing her best friend’s shoulder with an encouraging hand.

  “Well, she’s just not shown any interest in boys yet. Do you know what I mean?” The distraught Elizabeth cast a pleading look toward Carolyn. “She just does girly kinds of things still. She’s never been on a date that I know of, never gone to a dance with a boy, never had a date to the prom! It’s almost as if she’s still just a young girl, you know, before they start thinking about boys.”

  “Oh…” Carolyn smiled reassuringly. “That’s not such a big deal, is it? She’s still young and has lots of time to develop those little romances.”

  “I know…” Elizabeth whispered. “It’s just… it’s just…”

  “What, you’d rather she just jump right in, Elizabeth!” said Carolyn – a middle aged woman who was still packing a youthful dose of sex appeal in every curve of her sculpted body.

  “No, of course not Carolyn! It’s just that some times I wonder, you know…”

  Another pleading expression gripped her face.

  “Oh…” Carolyn nodded. “You think she might, uh, fancy the finer ge
nder?”

  “No, I’m not saying that!” Elizabeth shot back. “I’m just… Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying! I just worry about her, that’s all. I’m her mother. That’s my right, isn’t it?”

  “She should be so lucky!” Carolyn gushed. “Your little Rebecca will be just fine, I’m sure. Some times it just takes a girl a little while longer to find themselves. You know how that can be.”

  “I suppose…” And here Elizabeth brought a finger to her mouth in thought. “Still, maybe you could talk to her Carolyn? I mean you’ve always been close to her.”

  “Me?” Carolyn reeled her head back with shock.

  “Yeah, you’ve been on camping trips with her and family events. She thinks of you like a cool older sister. I’m just her crazy old mother! And it would be way too awkward if I tried to say anything like that to her… We haven’t even had the talk… ever!”

  Carolyn laughed aloud, patting her best friend on the shoulder.

  “Okay, Elizabeth, okay! Let’s not make a big deal out of it yet. The next time I see her I'll try to casually bring it up in conversation, ask a few questions! I can't make any promises but I guess I have some experience. Being a doctor, I like to think I know the right things to say. At least sometimes anyway!”

  “You do, you really do!” Elizabeth beamed, rushing over to hug her friend. “Thank you so much for this, Carolyn! It would just give me so much peace if someone spoke to her about this kind of thing. Not that I don’t think she knows about it already, but… oh, I don’t know!”

  “It’s perfectly okay, Liz.”

  Carolyn leaned forward to return the hug, as a wry smile slithered across her lips and a debauched thought swirled about her head.

  “I’ll get to the bottom of your little girl,” the curvy doc intoned.

  ***

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  Carolyn didn't have to wait long at all to see Rebecca. In fact, when she opened her appointment book at work the very next Monday morning, she saw the girls name listed as her 1pm.

  "How convenient!" she mused to herself, running her finger along the paper, "How convenient indeed!"

  The morning passed by like any other. Dr Cumm saw her patients as usual, offering her reassurance, prescribing medications and making referalls. As 1pm grew closer, she could feel the anticipation of seeing her friends daughter growing in her stomach. Although Rebecca had been someone she had seen at her clinic and treated for many years, she knew that today would be different.

  "You can send my 1pm in now." Dr Cumm told her receptionist, as she settled herself in the large leather chair behind her desk.

  The door swung ajar moments afterward and the open space revealed a young and very attractive girl. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty and shapely as could be. Rather on the petite side overall, but very voluptuous for her size. You could tell a woman’s body had blossomed for a good many years already. The girl, Rebecca, daughter of Carolyn Cumm’s best friend, stood in the doorway, wearing a taut tank top with thin straps and a pair of unfathomably tight black yoga pants. Her toned thighs were being exhibited quite boldly.

  “Rebecca, great to see you! Come on in!” Carolyn Cumm exclaimed, signalling to a chair on the opposite side of her desk.

  “Thanks, Carolyn. Great to see you too!” said the syrupy Rebecca. Her face was like a fine painting, everything in perfect proportion, and what an enticing appeal it possessed.

  Rebecca stepped into the office and stood somewhat shyly right beside the chair which had been proferred to her.

  "How are you, dear?" Dr Cumm asked, "Do you have any exciting news to tell me? You must be having a blast at college, huh?"

  Carolyn knew it was important to try get a patient to relax with some day to day chitter chatter.

  "Um, not really. College is okay, I guess..." Rebecca responded, not seeming very enthusiastic at all.

  "Just okay? I don't believe that for one second! I bet you've got all of the guys on campus drooling over you, trying to take you out every single night!"

  Carolyn thought of her friend Elizabeth and the concern she had for her daughter.

  Rebecca shook her head awkwardly but did not reply.

  “No hot dates?” Carolyn asked. She stood up and walked around her desk towards the younger girl.

  “Uhh, nope,” Rebecca giggled. “Not had any of those.”

  “Well that’s okay, us girls can have fun on our own, can’t we?”

  “I hope so, Carolyn, I really hope so!” the beautiful Rebecca snickered.

  “Well then, let’s get this appointment going so you can get back to your girlie fun!” Carolyn shot back, rubbing her hand down along Rebecca’s spine. And here the older woman took note of her plump booty, held wonderfully in place by those black pants.

  “Wow, I just love your yoga pants!”

  This comment allowed Carolyn a few extra seconds of gawking, as the younger woman peeked over her shoulder and down at the round ass.

  “Do you really?” Rebecca questioned in a humble tone.

  “Yeah, your butt looks amazing! I’m definitely jealous of that.”

  This caused Rebecca to give her booty a little jiggle action, bouncing up and down slightly where she stood. The two cheeks rose and fell in rapid succession. And oh man, did it ever look good… Rebecca then grabbed the waistband of her pants and gave them an upward tug, which only served to pull the material even tighter (if at all possible) around her tempting body.

  “Don’t be so modest, Carolyn. I saw you that last day at the beach we did. Your ass is pretty perfect, I’d say. You know, for an older gal!” Rebecca laughed, quickly scooting away to avoid any wild swing her mom's best friend might throw in her direction.

  “Those are fighting words, Rebecca! Besides, you know this body is too hot to handle. Everybody hits on this.” Carolyn commented with a smug expression.

  “I’m just kidding, Carolyn! You know you’re gorgeous,” the young Rebecca paused for a moment. “But… do you really get hit on a lot?

  “Are you kidding? Do you not see this body, Rebecca!? Of course I’m getting hit on all the time. Besides, I'm a successful and confident women, who doesn't love that?” now it was Carolyn’s turn to laugh.

  “Like by how old? How old are the guys?”

  “From teenagers to old perverts. And not just men, either,” the mature woman winked.

  “You get hit on by women too?!”

  “Of course. Women can have good taste, can’t they?” Carolyn shrugged playfully, pushing her ample chest out a little farther and giving it a shake. “How about you?”

  “Do I get hit on?” Rebecca questioned meekly.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Well… I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t know. I never know what to say so people just think I’m boring and uninterested. I don’t think I ever get hit on.”

  “Rebecca,” her buxom friend Carolyn extended a hand to note the serious nature of her upcoming statement. “With a body like yours, specifically that bubble butt you’ve got, I’m sure you’re giving out more neck cranks than a pro wrestler!”

  “Haha, oh shut up Doc!”

  “I’m being serious, Rebecca. You’re absolutely stunning. I mean, if I was a guy, I’d be clambering all over you – hopping over walls, climbing buildings, and shoving old ladies to the floor just to get a glimpse of you.”

  Dr Cumm raised her eyebrows, scanning over Rebecca’s body once again in an exaggerated and overt manner.

  “You’re such a dork,” Rebecca snorted, although inwardly a rush of excitement seemed to sweep through her body. Everybody loves a compliment – and when it came from her mature, sexy friend, it was even better. The young girl began to strut that rump of hers in a provocative manner with each step she took, feeling more confident with every motion.

  “But I’ve never had a boyfriend…” Her confession was abrupt and sudden.

  “Not even a little middle school romance?” Carolyn questioned.

  “Nope. Nothing. I’
ve never even kissed a boy.”

  “That’s not so bad,” her friend replied, putting a hand on the shoulder of Rebecca. “You’re still young yet… but, how about any girls!”

  Both of the women laughed in unison, although the younger of the two seemed to hold a little more nervous energy in her voice.

  “No, nope… No girls either. My friend did want to practice kissing with me once or twice. I always turned her down. It would have been too weird, don’t you think? Kissing a friend?”

  Carolyn smiled pleasantly, casting her gaze down to the exposed cleavage of the nubile girl before her.

  “Well Rebecca, I guess that depends on what kind of friends you are. The close sisterly kind of friends, the friend friends, or perhaps something a bit more.”