Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  I didn’t mind however, the sensation made me immediately feel moist between my legs.

  As the hands on my breasts began to knead them skillfully, I felt the pinked-tipped, buds begin to swell and ache just moments before I felt the pad of the man’s thumb brush over it.

  I yelled out with surprise as a shock of excitement flowed through me, but once again, my voice was muted by the other man who continued to pleasure my mouth with his own, while his hands rubbed the side of my face and stroked my hair.

  Realizing that this had gotten a rise out of me, the hands on my bosom quickly moved over to my one breast and cupped it between both hands, holding it securely just before I felt the rush of dampness upon my nipple. I moaned with pleasure as I realized that the second man’s mouth had made its way around my first breast. As he suckled it, his tongue flicked it with an intensity that made a small sensation of pain, but an even greater sensation of pleasure enticed it.

  Soon, the man who was kissing me traveled a little ways down my body, breaking his lips off of mine and instead, grasping my other breast and giving it the same attention as the other one was receiving.

  Unable to stand the pleasure I was experiencing, I curled my legs up and arched my back, but since both men were on either side, causing my nipples to harden more with each swat of their tongue, I was pinned against the table, so that I would be in no danger of falling off.

  I closed my eyes and put my head back as I sucked in deep, emerging gasps of air while my chest heaved towards them, begging them, in a way I didn’t even know was possible to take my bosom deeper into their mouth. They took the hint and I felt my womanliness begin to ache with want, desire and excitement.

  Eventually, I felt the men on either side of my legs grasp onto them and begin to touch me in a massaging motion, while the doctor manipulated the table so that it propped my pelvis up, towards him.

  I groaned and continued to gasp for air as my eyes snapped shut tightly. My head lulled from one side to the other, both enjoying the attention and wishing for more.

  It almost felt like the doctor was in my head though, because no sooner did I think that my nest of downy curls would really like to be fondled in some way, I felt the men massaging my legs carefully spread them apart so that the doctor’s torso could fit between them.

  Feeling the sensation of something, anything being so close to my womanliness made me feel a gush of emotion and I sighed, “Yes…Oh yes…” as my pelvis thrust towards him.

  However, the men held my legs opened, so that I couldn’t move very much, but I didn’t mind. The slight restrain only made the adventure better.

  I chanced a look down at my body and saw not only the four men, holding, massaging and pleasuring me, but I also saw the doctor preparing to place his hands on my sweet spot.

  I watched him and he smiled at me, before he carefully, rubbed my treasured flesh in his hand and I screamed out as I began to leak with ecstasy.

  As his hand rubbed up and down, slowly, but with a sense of precision that made me want to beg for more, the two men on either side of my chest broke their mouths away from my breasts and began rubbing their hands against them again.

  Soon the first man took his fingers pressed my hardened nipple between them. Slowly, he rolled my nipple back and forth until I began to moan in almost an uncontrollable fashion. Yet, I tried to keep my composure, even though I felt like my head was spinning from all of the different sensations that were coursing through my body.

  After the first man got into a rhythm though, the second man followed suit. He moved from just touching my breast seductively, to taking control of it and beginning to rub my quivering, erect, lush, blushing nipple between his fingertips; slowly shaping it into a pointed throng of passion and excitement.

  When he did this, it was almost as though I didn’t know what to focus on. Everything that was happening to me felt so good and so wrong at exactly the same time.

  With this new sensation, my head whipped from one side to the other as I abandoned all hope of keeping my wits about me. The feeling was almost torturous in its pursuit to satisfy and to that end; I could not stop myself from screaming aloud and almost fighting them. I didn’t want any of them to actually stop, but the excitement they were providing far surpassed any that I could have done for myself; and nobody had actually touched the spot that was previously my go to area.

  I had no idea that by just touching select areas, besides my citreous would make me feel even more and allow my pleasure to extend even longer. It was absolutely fantastic and when the doctor finally did pry the lips of my womanliness apart and slide his finger up, to play with my swollen, excited soft flesh, I immediately felt as though I might just spontaneously combust right there on the table.

  I screamed so loud that it rang through the entire church and I kicked my legs out so violently, that the men had to hold them too securely to even be able to massage me any longer, but I didn’t care.

  I wanted everything to both stop and never stop again, all at the same time.

  Every fiber of my body felt aroused and stimulated, almost to the point of me feeling as though I had to be on the brink of death, because I was convinced that nothing in life could actually feel this good.

  I knew that I was exceedingly wet down there, but as the doctor continued to play with my womanliness, right above where I came to hope he would soon enter, I felt myself nearing an orgasmic finish.

  However, before I could completely surrender myself, I felt his finger dip down and easily penetrate my virgin body. As his finger filled me, I screamed and again thrust myself up and felt hot tears come to my eyes.

  As he pulled out, I realized that a surge of my own excitement followed and when he easily slid himself into me again, his path was far wetter than the first time.

  Realizing this, he pulled out a little quicker this time, but when he thrust into me again, he also spread apart the upper part of my tender spot, pressing against my clitoris again in a manner that made me scream so loud, my voice cracked.

  The doctor chuckled slightly as he tugged his finger in and out a few more times before he finally took his hand back completely.

  “No!” I screamed, “Please…Not yet…Don’t stop…”

  I heard the doctor laugh, before I felt a larger member press against me. As I looked down to see the doctor’s large, erect, throbbing shaft squishing itself between the lips of my soaking, heaving mounds and eagerly pressing against my sweet spot so that he made my breath speed up even more.

  As he did this, the men who had continued to massage my breasts finally gave me some relief, to which I sucked in fresh breath and tried to calm myself down.

  However, the doctor did not give me any room to come down from this crazy sense of glorious intoxication, before he slid his own aroused flesh down and carefully eased his way deeply into me.

  At first, there was pain and I stopped breathing, squinting my eyes, but then, as he filled me in all of the right places, I gasped a joyous breath.

  He then carefully moved in and out of me in a concentrated rocking motion, while I threw my head back and moaned again, now unable to scream.

  Then, I felt his hand also move towards me and while he was moving inside of me, he also pinched his fingers around the soft spot above my sexual opening and began to roll it ever so slightly, like the men had previously done to my breasts.

  “Oh God…” I gasped as I felt my body tense and groan as the bottom half of my body took over, pushing up and coming back down, so that I could get him inside of me as deeply as possible.

  Our lovemaking rhythm started slow and with each thrust, I moaned with a sense of arousal and pure pleasure that I could have never imagined existed. However, eventually, the doctor was intensifying the speed, but my body kept right up.

  His breathing matched mine and as we continued I groaned and moaned appreciatively, until suddenly I felt a burst of fluid enter inside of me and fill all of the small areas that were not already oc
cupied by the doctor himself.

  Feeling the warm explosion encompass me, I began to feel dizzy, before I found my voice again and screamed so loud, I was sure the whole community heard me while an intense rush of blinding euphoria seized me. I gasped a loud breath, which immediately got caught in my throat and so, I stayed for a long moment, just frozen in time and space, with the only thing that seemed to matter in the world; the way the doctor was making me feel.

  Once the moment was over however, I felt a clamoring rush as time continued once again and as the doctor finished up, taking his hand back from inside of me and rocking slowly I felt myself convulse around him.

  The flow of my bodily arousal felt good as it pulsed outwards, while I focused on regaining my breath.

  With that, the doctor quickly pulled back and adjusted his pants, before asking me to sit up.

  The world still felt a little woozy, but I managed to do what he said.

  As though this was a true performance, Dr. Rearden motioned to me and the crowd began to clap in an appropriate fashion.

  If I had any more blood left to flush my face, I was sure that was what would have happened, but since there wasn’t, I just looked over at Dr. Rearden and smiled brightly.

  He looked back at me and we shared a glance that assured him that I was another fully satisfied patient.

  I wasn’t quite sure if I was actually cured, but regardless of what was to become of this particular experience, the one thing that I was sure of was that I couldn’t wait to come back and see what the good doctor, with the magical hands, as well as various other healing members had in store for me the next time around!

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 39

  “You know we’re not going to find an open shop at this hour, Dan.”

  Daniel Jones clucked to the bay horse, encouraging a quicker trot and glance at his brother. “This is a semi-formal affair, Ethan. I need a cravat. And you’re going to buy it.”

  “Me?”

  “It was your dog that chewed mine up.”

  “Bloody mutt. I should shoot the damn thing.”

  “It could be a good dog if you’d just discipline and train it.”

  The buggy’s wheels bounced over ruts in the cobblestone street, the muggy mid-summer heat lingering even into the loaming. Both men sweated into their evening tails and waistcoats, and Dan groused about arriving at the party rumpled. In spite of the late hour, wagons and carriages filled the city’s streets and he was forced to slow the horse when it came upon a slow moving wagon with no room to go around. He muttered a curse.

  “Look,” Ethan said, pointing. “There. A clothiers shop with lights still burning. You’re in luck, brother.”

  Dan guided the horse to the curb and reined in. Jumping from the buggy, he narrowly missed stepping into a pile of pig shit. Tying the horse’s reins to the ring, he straightened his waistcoat and top hat. Followed by Ethan, he opened the door, hearing the musical tinkle of the bell announcing their presence. The shop keeper, a bald, pudgy man with a short mustache and a bad-tempered expression on his face glanced up from behind the counter.

  “Sorry, gentlemen, I’m about to close for the night.”

  “Excuse us, good fellow,” Dan said, an ingratiating smile on his lips, “but I am in dire need of a cravat. Silk, if you have it. We’ll pay you double for the inconvenience.”

  Ethan jerked his head around to stare at his brother. “What?”

  Dan ignored him.

  The shop keeper sighed down his nose. “Very well. The cravats are over there. Be quick about it, however. I must lock up.”

  Dan and Ethan found the cravats on a shelf near ties and suits on mannequins. Dan picked out a silver-grey piece made of silk. “This one is very nice, I think. Don’t you agree, brother?”

  “Double? Really? Aren’t you pushing this destructive dog thing too far?”

  Dan raised his brow. “Naturally.”

  Taking the silk to the counter, Ethan digging into coat pocket for his wallet. He winced when the shop keeper named his price, but handed over the amount demanded. As he put his wallet back, he noticed a girl peeking out from behind the curtain that divided the shop from the back office and storeroom. He nudged Dan. Following his gaze, Dan saw her, too, and smiled. The girl smiled back. From what Ethan could see of her, she was pretty, with long wheat-gold hair, a sprinkling of freckles over her nose and white, even teeth. Many beautiful women and girls appeared so until they smiled, and revealed blackened rot in their mouths. Ethan lifted his hand and beckoned.

  She stepped forward, into view, and Ethan stopped himself from whistling. Her body in a tight bodice and skirt was so slender he wagered he could fit both hands around her tiny waist. Her perky breasts strained under the laces, and he imagined that when freed they’d overflow his hands. Her hazel-green eyes framed with dark, sooty lashes peeped up at him as she joined her father at the counter.

  “Lacey, what are you doing here?” the man snapped. “Have you finished with the books?”

  “Yes, Papa.”

  To Ethan, her voice sounded melodic. He removed his top hat, Dan imitating him, and offered her a courtly bow. “What a lovely creature you are, miss.”

  She smiled, dropping into a small curtsey. “Thank you, kind sir.”

  Enchanted, Ethan spoke without truly thinking. “We, my brother and I, are on our way to the country for a party. Would you care to join us?”

  Her father’s face darkened and he closed his till with a sharp bang. “Of course she will not. How dare you presume to escort my daughter anywhere without proper introductions or chaperones.”

  Ethan flushed, and Dan scowled. “My apologies, good merchant. Your daughter is so beautiful and we would enjoy her company. We mean no harm.”

  The girl smiled, and her green eyes took on a mischievous glint. Had her father seen it, Ethan guessed, he would not take kindly to it. She glanced from her father’s stout back to Ethan, and dipped her chin in a quick nod. Sending her a rapid-fire wink to show her he understood, Ethan cleared his throat.

  “Then we will be on our way,” he said, elbowing Dan, who still stood gawking at Lacey. “Thank you, good sir. Miss.”

  Putting his hat back on, he led his brother back out the shop’s door and to their carriage. As the proprietor came behind them and locked the door, shuttering the door’s window, Ethan said, “Let’s drive around the corner and wait.”

  Tying his cravat, Dan lifted his brow. “Wait? For what?”

  “Lacey wants to come with us regardless of what Papa said.”

  “Indeed?”

  Untying the horse, Ethan and his brother climbed back into the buggy. Some of the city’s horse and foot traffic had died away, leaving them able to maneuver the horse into the street and around the corner. Reining in again, now immersed in darkness, away from the lit street lamps, Dan turned to his brother.

  “Why is it so important that she come? We’re going to be late as it is.”

  Ethan grinned. “Because, dear brother, I think she might be inclined to entertain the two of us.”

  Dan’s jaw dropped. “Ethan, she’s not a whore. You can’t just expect her to get naked for two strange men.”

  “If she says no, then she says no,” Ethan answered, his head turned to watch for Lacey. “We’ll dance with her, show her a good time. Then we’ll return her to her father’s shop and no one will be the wiser.”

  “This is still wrong.”

  “How? She’s of age, she’s coming with us of her own free will. Just because I hope to get some tail tonight, doesn’t mean I will abuse her trust.”

  “What makes you think she’ll as you say – get naked for us?”

  A shadow moved, startling the horse into a toss of its head, then glided to the buggy. As she drew into the light of the buggy’s twin lamps, Ethan saw she had donned a light cloak with a deep hood. He climbed down, then assisted Lacey into the buggy to sit betwe
en them.

  “I must be back by dawn,” she said. “I told my parents I was going to bed, and they don’t check on me anymore.”

  Dan clucked to the horse, guiding it down the street and back to the main thoroughfare. “Hello, I’m Dan. This is my brother, Ethan.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” she replied, flipping back her hood. “I’m Lacey.”

  Ethan plucked her hand from her lap to kiss it. “We are honored you decided to accompany us.”

  “Why did you?” Dan asked, glancing down at her. “You could get into trouble with your father.”

  She shrugged. “They never let me do anything. Boys from school have asked me to dances and Papa always tells them no. I’m old enough to be married, and Papa aims to get me married off to a boring old man. Just once, I want to see a party and dance.”

  “I’m glad we were able to fulfill your wishes, Lacey,” Ethan said, grinning.

  “Are parties wonderful?” she asked, her voice now wistful. “From stories and pictures, they seem almost like a fantasy.”

  “Yes, they are indeed,” Ethan answered. “The lights, the music, the beautiful people. Like you.”

  “Of course, I must admit that being asked to a party by two obviously wealthy and handsome young men, how could I not say yes?”

  Dan chuckled. “Believe me, we will be the envy of everyone there.”

  The lights and the noise of the city fell past them. The horse’s hooves clopped from the cobbled street to the dirt of a country road. They passed houses and small farms, lights gleaming from windows. Patches of forestland surrounded them, and Ethan interpreted Lacey’s round eyes.