Big Bosomed Becy

All characters in the following story were over 18.

This story is a continuation of Big Bosomed Becky. While this chapter can stand alone, you might enjoy the first chapter, which provides some background and explains some perhaps obscure references in this work. As I said before, this is a work of fiction, but here's how it might have happened!

Tuesday

Nipples - naked and stiff, just waiting to be sucked! I couldn't take my eyes of those precious nubbins.

Becky lay there with her eyes closed, cupping her big, beautiful boobs. Her nipples pointing at the ceiling, were beyond stiff - even her areolas were crinkled up. I stroked my iron rod of a dick. Then she turned toward me, and her gaze went straight to my prick. "Oh, you

do

like to watch when I touch my bosoms, don't you?" she said with a wicked grin. "How about if I pull on my nipples like this?" she said, grasping both nipples and using them to pull her breasts around in circles.

"So beautiful," I murmured. And then she pulled her nipples straight up, stretching her tits until her nipples slipped from her grasp. Her breath caught and her body spasmed. "Oh, god," I murmured, fighting back the urge to just cum right then and there.

"Or maybe I should let you watch while I declare 'nipple war'! she giggled. Lying on her side, with her right tit lying on top of her left boob (and creating amazing cleavage!), she managed to press both of her nipples together, rubbing one nubbin against the other, seemingly trying to use one stiff nipple to push the other unyielding nipple down into the areola. "Oh, that feels so good! Although I call this 'nipple war,' the fact is that there are no losers, only winners in this contest!" I stroked my dick even a bit harder.

"But wait! I think you

really

like it when I lick and suck my own nipples, don't you?" Another wicked smile sent in the direction of my twitching prick. In an instant, Becky was sucking on one stiff nipple while her free hand strummed her other nipple. But a moment later, she had sucked

both

nipples into her mouth at the same time! Once again, I fought for control.

And then, from nowhere, there was a light brown liquid dripping onto her nipples and running down her bosoms. "Would you like to lick the caramel syrup off my boobies?" she asked with another giggle. In no time, my own tongue was now slurping up the tasty syrup as I licked from the base of her tit up to her delectable nipple. As I took that tasty morsel into my mouth, I felt her hand on my cock. Oh, god, was I ready!

But then, I woke up in a sweat, with my dick all but spontaneously erupting. I had trained myself as a teenager not to mess the bed while dreaming - but there have certainly been times that it would have felt

so

good, at least temporarily. I worked to recall images from the dream, though, and carefully rubbed my boner as I thought about the dream just passed - as well as the dream-like evening I'd spent with Becky the day before. Remembering how she'd cum so gloriously while looking at my dick and sucking on her nipple, and how I'd cum myself while I watched her nipple orgasm, was a treasure.

We'd said our good-nights not much later last night and exchanged embarrassed kisses on the cheek. Without any mention of whether we'd share another evening, my mind was whirling, and my dick would alternate between shriveled (what had I done??) to full inflation (what might come next?). For sure, we'd respected our vows not to "cheat" on our spouses, but the thought of seeing Becky's bare, voluptuous tits and nipples again had my heart racing.

I was at the platform early, commando as usual, on another lovely spring day. I paced a bit, reveling in feeling my slightly inflated dick wobble around, rubbing against my pants, while I scanned the crowd for big bosoms and perky nipples - and there were a few, for sure. But where was Becky?

She finally appeared, just two minutes before the train was due, walking up the steps - chatting with Robyn! Dang. But she had on another fine dress. She'd worn it last summer, and it definitely did nice things for her bosoms. But unlike last summer, when there'd been only a hint of cleavage, this time she'd left a button undone at the top, allowing maybe three inches of breast flesh to jiggle into view as she approached. Then it dawned on me - with no Phil beside her, maybe she was getting more daring. She was well bra'd for the office, for sure, but I could see hints of her nipples poking through. This time, with both ladies looking at each other as they chatted, and with our escapade of the night before in mind, I made no pretense of

not

ogling her charms! I might be wrong, but it seemed she put a bit more bounce in her step as she approached. It seemed to me that her nipples were a bit stiffer, too.

"'Morning, Ted," she said, greeting me with a smile, "sleep well?"

"Hi, Robyn, Becky," I said with nods to both. "Yes, I think dinner and the evening agreed with me. But I did have a strange dream this morning."

"Oh? Anything you'd care to share?" she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, you know dreams - they can evaporate like dew before the morning sun," I replied evasively. I certainly recalled Becky pulling on and licking her own nipples, the dreamy taste of Becky's nipple in my mouth, and the feel of her hand on my dick. Dang Robyn! But with luck, Becky and I might chat on the train ride home.

We chose seats that faced each other, with the two ladies sitting opposite me. When the discussion turned to cats, again, I excused my rudeness and pulled out a

Science

magazine that I claimed I needed to catch up on. But with a little finagling as to how I held the magazine (to avoid being blinded by the sun coming in the window, you see), I was able to fully block my view of Robyn (and her view of where my eyes were roaming) and used the bulk of the trip to study Becky's form. She caught me staring at her boobs only moments later. A smile briefly crossed her lips while she carried on with Robyn. For sure, her nipples stiffened up for the rest of the trip, and she managed to "innocently" give her boobs a rub now and then, resulting in even greater protuberance. I surreptitiously adjusted my boner so that it pointed due north. Becky definitely gave it a once or twice over. Things were looking up, as it were.

It was (ahem) another long, hard day at the lab, although I worked to keep my bathroom trips to a reasonable number. What might tonight bring?

For the ride home, I hung out at the end of the train at South Station, and sure enough, Becky appeared just in time. But, as luck would have it, that last car was packed with passengers, with only single seats open. Only at the stop before ours did the seat open next to hers. I swooped in and was treated to Becky undoing yet another button on her dress. She grabbed her lapel to fan herself, making some comment about when they might turn on the AC - but I caught her intent and managed a full view of her bra-encased right tit, all the way to her darker nipple, which I could see well enough through the diaphanous fabric. Her nipple was definitely doing its best to push through the cup.

When we got off the train, we quickly agreed on dinner, but she again asked for a 15-minute delay. She said she needed to work on a surprise for me, and that I should knock and then just come in. My fears about yesterday being a one-off were quelled!

This time, I was at her door in 13 minutes. I walked over with my dick slightly inflated (no way would it fully relax!), relishing the feel of it moving inside my soft shorts, unhindered by underwear, as usual. I carried a pan of lasagna that required both hands, so whatever my tool was going to do, it was beyond my control. Which made it that much more exciting. And dangerous. I was loving it!

The buildings all had an enclosed hallways, and, as it turned out, I followed an older gentleman through the outer door and into the hall. His was the first apartment on the left, and we nodded as he unlocked his door and went in while I walked on. Potentially awkward.

With my dick definitely on the rise, I looked left and right and, seeing no one, I managed to hold the lasagna in one hand and knocked quietly on the door before going inside.

"In the kitchen," I heard Becky call.

As I rounded the corner, there was "my Becky" (as I had come to think of her) leaning against the table wearing a short (make that

very

short) pleated skirt, a different crop top from the day before, a smile, and nothing else, or so I suspected and hoped. "Oh, my god," I murmured as I gave her entire body a quick once over. She did have long shapely legs basically on full display, but the fact that her big, bulging bosoms were also nearly on full display is what stopped me in my tracks.

"I bought the skirt last summer for tennis, but Phil wouldn't let me wear it - too short. I told him I'd returned it, but really, I just hid it from him. The top, though, I bought on my lunch break today. It was pretty sexy to begin with, but I decided it was a bit too long, so I trimmed it just before you came over. Do you like my handiwork?" she asked while swaying her torso left and right, boobs jostling with each other.

For a moment, I was speechless. You see, while yesterday's top allowed Becky to easily reach underneath the fabric to play with her naked boobs and nipples, this top was cut so that, just standing there, the lower third of her tits were fully visible! The fabric

did

cover her nipples and areolas, but only by maybe an inch. My dick came to full inflation in maybe five seconds.

With my tongue hanging out and no words escaping, she decided to give me a twirl, which lifted her skirt enough for me to see a hint of naked tush. When she stopped, facing me again, her boobs wobbled around, and the bottom half of her left areola came into view.

"Pussy got your tongue?" she quipped. "Well, I'd have to say I have hard evidence that testifies that I've at least got your attention!"

"Sorry, Becky, but you really did take my breath away. And with so much blood being diverted away from my head (or at least from this knob on my shoulders), I'm just... That is about the sexiest outfit I can imagine! That skirt is amazing, but your top is spectacular! Traditional top-down cleavage is one thing, but to see your underboob hanging out like that... Oh, jeez," I managed while never moving my eyes from her tits and the now fully stiff nipples poking through the soft fabric.

"'Underboob' - I guess that makes sense. I like it! I got so horny when I was trimming this that, when I looked in the mirror, I had to have a nipple orgasm in the bedroom! I only got out here moments before you came in. But you can see why I didn't want to greet you at the door."

"Yeah, for sure. In fact, I came in the building right behind some old fellow in the first door on the left. We nodded."

"Oh, that's the Doc. Harold is his name, but he goes by 'the Doc.' He's a nice old guy who's into photography, harmless enough. I'll explain our dinners together next time I see him"

"Sounds good. You know - I'm tempted to say, let's skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom so I can watch you play with your bosoms and - oh god - those stiff, stiff nipples," I said while focusing pointedly on said nips, "but if you don't mind, let's just pretend that we're fully dressed and nothing odd is happening. That way, I can keep looking at you dressed in that oh, so erotic fashion. A prolonged titty tease sounds like a fine way to spend another hour." (I could never convince my Rachy to work this gambit, but it was always a fantasy.)

"Well, just so long as I get to ogle you, too," she said while staring at my dick. I have to think that the end of it might have escaped into plain view. And as she said this, her right hand drifted to her left boob. I watched as she cupped the underside of her tit and ran her hand up the magnificent slope. When she reached the fabric of the top, she pushed it up enough to reveal her very stiff nipple, which she pinched and twisted, causing her breath to catch. "Oh, my... Um, time for more drinks, I think. Well, more for me - I have to confess that swigged the end of the rum bottle as soon as I got in the door, you know, 'for courage.' I'll do the honors tonight." And with that, she reached onto a high shelf to pull down a second glass. A full-size tumbler, not a cordial glass, mind you! Hers, on the counter, was indeed empty. The motion of reaching for the glass, though, pulled the fabric up over her other stiff nipple, too.

Looking down at her exposed nipples, she softly said, "Oh, how careless of me - I left my nipples hanging out." She gave a perfunctory pull on the top and succeeded in covering one of her nipples, although even then, I could still see part of her areola, which I find incredibly erotic. I gave in and pulled briefly on my dick through my shorts. The other nipple remained stubbornly out in the open, the fabric of the top resting on top of the shaft of erectile flesh. Another favorite view! The fact that she'd already had a stiff one (a drink, that is!) helped explain her behavior, at least a bit.

Then, turning away from me, she bent at the waist, straight legged, to get a fresh bottle of rum from under the cupboard. As her very short skirt rode up, I got an unbelievable view of her very shapely, very naked tush. In my mind, I was cupping those cute little buns in my hands while lying on top of her, licking her nipples and giving her pussy a long, slow, deep pounding. I gave my dick a good long pull. Or maybe, I thought, maybe I should just walk over to her right now and impale wet pussy her right in the...

"Enjoying the view?" she asked with a giggle. I had lost track of time, since she must have been like that for a good 10 seconds, with the rum bottle already on the floor.

"Oh, god, you have no idea..." I managed as a wave of near critical dimension swept through my reproductive system, causing me to let go, briefly, of my pulsing dick.

Twisting around, while still doubled over, she said, "Oh, I think I have something of a pretty good idea," she said with a wicked smile. "So, how's

this

view?" she said while spreading her legs to reveal her swollen clit peeking through her lower lips. Then she bent way down, resting her hands on the floor and tilting her head to look down between her wobbling bosoms and toward me. In this position, I could see the naked underside her bosoms hanging down, all the way to her stiff nipples (another favorite view of mine; okay,

any

view of bosoms and nipples is a favorite!), with her smiling face, just beyond her tits, looking back at me from between her legs. She gave her torso a shake, putting her tits in delightful motion.

"I... I think that's enough for now," I said, closing my eyes for fear of erupting across her kitchen floor.

"If you say so. I practiced that move just before you came over. I figured you might like it!"

"Amazing," I said, as I etched the view of her hanging, swaying tits and stiff nipples into my memory banks."

"You know, I wouldn't mind watching you get that agitated again, but maybe from a better vantage point."

"That is my fervent hope as well," I said while breathing deeply and trying to think of differential equations to calm myself.

When I dared to look again, she had straightened up. As my senses cleared, I realized that she was struggling to open the rum bottle. "Here, let me help," I volunteered. As I rushed over to her from behind, I found that my prick, pushed off center by the leg of my shorts, had, quite by accident, rubbed up against the side of her tush. "Oops, sorry about that," I said when she briefly startled. Still, I didn't back away from that sensual contact, my imagination again running wild. She didn't really move away either. Looking down, I could see that the end of my dick had, indeed, appeared at the end of my shorts and was barely touching her hip. She glanced over her shoulder and took in my form.

"I... uh... I understand how that might have happened. But... um... maybe that's a bit too much. For right now." Okay, I thought as I backed away from the contact - then, maybe later??

I sat down and watched her mix the drinks - or more precisely, I watched her boobs and nipples as she made the drinks. I made a halfhearted attempt to cover the end of my dick, but failed - dang it. She paused a few times, uttering a "Tsk, tsk," as she noticed that her nipples had escaped from under the top. She'd pull the fabric back down, but her motions quickly freed the nipples once again.

Before bringing the drinks over, she looked down at her boobs one more time and said, "Dang it! These nipples just don't want to stay covered." And with that, she pulled the fabric down a bit once again. But only a bit. Both nipples were, in fact, hidden from direct view, although the top had no chance of hiding how her nips tented the fabric. And the precious lower half of her areolas were blessedly in plain sight. I began stroking my prick again.

"So, you bought that top today?" I said, my gaze never straying from her underboob. And, oh, god, those amazing nipples, punching into the fabric of the top, nipples that seemed to be fighting to be freed.

"On my lunch break, yes," she said, as she sat down and scooted her chair closer to the table. But as she did so, lifting and then settling her torso, her boobs did a little bounce, once again freeing her stiff, stiff nipples. "Golly, my nips are out again. But that

was

a

very

pleasant sensation!" she exclaimed, glancing down to see that even her areolas were knotted up. "Let's do that again!" she resolved excitedly, first covering her nipples and then doing a small bounce that set her nubbins free once more. "Ohhh, I'm not even touching nips! But with the top alone flicking my nipples I'm getting ohh, ohh.... Jeez, I love that feeling! Nipple stimulation from no more than my top flicking my nips taking me to a mini.

"Oh - I just got an idea," she said. And with that, she pulled down hard on the soft top, managing to just barely encase her fabulous tits. Some cleavage actually appeared in the over-stretched neck hole. "I'm fully covered, right?" I nodded and continued to stare, mesmerized by the way that, during the process of her pulling her top over her generous boobs, her nipples stubbornly stayed hard, and in place, while the fabric slid over the precious nubbins. Once the top was fully stretched, she bounced very lightly on the chair, and the top slid up just a bit. "Is my underboob starting to show?" she said with a grin. The booze was clearly getting to her. All I could do was to nod mutely and stare, open mouthed. "Oh, good, this is fun!" she said, swigging some more of her drink and bouncing lightly again.

"God, Becky, just when I think you can't get more erotic..."

And with that, she giggled, and the giggle alone caused enough boob motion to free more of her bountiful bosoms. "More underboob?" Another nod as I pulled a bit harder on my dick. "And I'm guessing that you want to see even

more

underboob?" Not waiting for an answer, she proceeded to gently bounce her tits to some internal rhythm, slowly revealing more underboob with each bounce, then a hint of her areolas, then more areola, until one final bounce freed her stiff nipples completely. She caught her breath and squeezed her legs together, rocking in her chair as another nipple orgasm held her in its grip. I fought for control, wishing that I could be multi-orgasmic, too.

But only 30 seconds later, she did the whole thing again, although this time, she didn't waste any energy talking after after covering her tits - she just stared wide-eyed at my hard, hard dick while slowly bouncing her boobs free of the clinging crop top. I obliged her by rubbing my prick while watching her underboob slip into view while her nipples seemed to get even stiffer. I also flicked my focus briefly to her mesmerizing eyes, which stared, unblinking, at my dick. When her nipples popped free, she came even harder this time around, and I nearly lost control myself.