Karaoke - 3/3

Disclaimer: This story contains adult themes. It is not suitable for minors or the easily offended.

Contains: Breast Expansion

Karaoke - 3/3

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I slide my hands under Mary’s skirt, running my palms up her thighs until my fingers are just about where I think her panties should be. She gasps a sharp inhale, her breasts thrusting toward me as she arches her back. My hands stop. Slowly, I draw them back, my fingertips floating a millimeter above her skin. The sound that comes from the back of her throat is part squeak, part exhale.

I repeat this motion several times, gliding my palms up her thighs, feathering my fingertips back down to her knees. Mary’s breathing gets faster, and I can see her perfect breasts swelling ever-so-slightly larger with each roll of her shoulders. When I feel like I’ve pushed her to the limit with this teasing, I freeze my hands at the top of her thighs. I can feel her hip bone under my thumbs. I meet her eyes. The blue ice is burning with what I hope is desire. She pants in fast, shallow breaths.

I reach my left index finger slowly inward and feel silk. She’s wearing panties, and they’re drenched. Either she really does want me, or she’s the best actress I’ve ever seen. I tug the crotch of her panties aside with my left hand and reach in with my right.

Mary gasps as two of my fingers slide into her wet folds. I probe around, watching her reactions. After a few head shakes, I get an eager nod. I stroke my fingers into the spot, gradually speeding up. Mary rolls her hips to press herself into my hand, gulping for air. As I bring her to the edge, she lets out a soft scream. Her seeping juices gush into my hand. As she bucks in my lap, I watch her breasts tremble as they grow a full cup size in the span of seconds. I withdraw my hands to let her ride out the orgasm. I estimate she’s now at least an I-cup. She falls against me, planting wet kisses all over my neck as her rapid breathing starts to slow. I’m fairly pleased with myself, but with those huge tits mashed into my chest, I wish I’d taken my own shirt off.

When her breathing returns to normal, Mary shifts her position, pressing her crotch onto my still-waiting erection. She grins at me, then slides off my lap, standing and offering me a hand. I take it and stand, and she drags me across the room, unbuttoning my shirt as we go. The ice melts into our forgotten whiskeys as Mary pulls me into the bedroom.

***

By the time we reach the bedroom, my chest is bare. Mary reaches for my jeans, and I undo the button. She pushes me down to sit on the bed, yanking off my pants. Then she waits.

This is the farthest apart we’ve been since she brought me the whiskey, and I take the opportunity to appreciate her naked body. At their current size, her breasts should be hanging low, but they project firmly toward me. Perfect teardrops, full and fat. She crosses her arms under them, propping them up even higher. “Well?”

“Uh…”

She sighs. “Tell me what you want; it’s your turn.”

Once again, she’s offering, insisting, making me take the initiative. She’s already made my most impossible dream come true; what more can I ask for? But I’m already in a fantasy made flesh; the question seems obvious as it pops into my head. She’s definitely big enough to pull it off.

“Do you know… paizuri?” I can’t make myself use the English name.

Mary puts a finger to her lips. “I think so… is that like a hand job?”

I shouldn’t be surprised. I really need to get out of my head. “Sort of. But… with those.” I wave a hand vaguely at her chest.

She smirks, grabbing a handful of boob in each hand. “These?”

The cleavage is mind-shattering. Her nipples point directly at me like a pair of loaded guns. I swallow dryly and nod.

Her grin widens. “I’ve always wanted to try that. I will—if you say it the right way.”

I gulp. “Would you please… give me a… boob job?”

“Heh, a boob job? What, these aren’t big enough for you?”

I absolutely want them to get bigger, but that isn’t what I meant. As I hesitate to answer, Mary once again seems to read my thoughts, her eyes widening. “They aren’t, are they?” Her voice is full of awe. “What a greedy boy… Now. Tell me what you want.”

My words come out in a croak. “Tit fuck me, please?”

“You want me to put that huge cock of yours between these great big tiddies?”

I nod.

“Then say it like you mean it.”

I steel myself, straightening my back and forcing my eyes away from her peaked nipples to stare at those icy blues. “Mary, I want you to use those big, beautiful, perfect boobs to jerk me off.”

Her eyes glitter when I use her name, and her smile grows wider with each word. She kneels down on the floor, carrying a boob in each arm, then rests them on my bare legs. She takes me in her mouth, running her tongue along my length for lubrication. Then she grips the sides of her tits and slides them up and down my shaft.

She starts humming. “This feels so good… Does it feel good for you?”

Her cleavage is soft and warm around me, much looser than being inside a woman or my own very experienced grip. I nod, then remember her reaction to my bold words a moment ago. “I-incredible. You feel incredible.”

“You love my tits, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“They’re growing again; can you feel it?”

I’m struggling not to get lost in a world of bliss, but once she points it out, I notice the pressure around my cock increasing. “I can. You’re amazing.”

Every few strokes, she bends down to kiss my tip. “You have such a big, pretty cock. Even I can’t hide it completely.” She looks up at me with a wicked grin. “At least, not yet.”

I have to keep staring at the ceiling to keep myself from cumming too early, but that taunt makes me look down. With her breasts resting on my thighs, only the head of my penis is visible. She starts stroking me again, murmuring little sounds of appreciation. Every time she brings her tits to their lowest point, a little less of me sticks out of her cleavage.

“Oh no!” She teases, “They’re getting so big even you are starting to disappear!”

She’s flattering me, but I don’t care. I mirror her boldness and say, “Keep going.”

“You want them to get even bigger? They’re so big already…”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want you… to grow…”

Her whimper almost pushes me over the edge. She increases her pace, and my head disappears between her massive breasts. In my rare real-life encounters, I sometimes have to dip into my imagination to reach the proverbial finish line, but for the first time ever, what’s happening in real life is better than anything I can imagine. My body goes rigid as I clench every muscle to hold it in.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She pants.

I nod.

“Do it, cum for me.”

Those three words are like a needle in an overinflated balloon. The first blast seeps out into her cleavage; Mary spreads her tits to clamp her lips over the head of my cock. My body shudders, and my back arches as if my spine is trying to escape through my ribs. I empty into her mouth, and when my last few spurts subside, she slides her lips off me with a wet pop. She opens her mouth to show a full pool on her tongue, then winks and swallows. She scoops the rest off of her tits, licking it from her fingers.

Mary pushes down on my knees and stands. Every time I’ve thought of her as a goddess tonight pales before this moment. Her M-cup boobs spread wider than her ribs, glistening with sweat and my cum. She meets my eyes. “Are you done, or—”

She trails off as I rise on wobbly legs. I take both her shoulders and pull her close, pressing my lips to hers. Her breasts fill the space between us, and I reach for her bare ass. She jumps into my arms, and I spin around to drop her onto the bed. She lands with a gasp. As Mary bounces on the mattress, I watch her breasts roll toward her face and back, undulating like crashing waves.

I drop down to my knees to worship this goddess, and she spreads her legs to accept my praise. I grip her thighs and put my face between her knees. I taste her juices on my lips as I slide my tongue between her folds. She makes a lovely melody of gasps and whimpers and moans as I eat her out.

After Mary comes several more times, I feel her fingers tugging at my hair. “You did –haa– so good. –haa– Come see.”

I sit back on my heels. From this angle, all I can see are two beautiful pale mounds rising from her torso. I rise back up on my knees but still can’t see her face. Getting my feet under me, I stand until I can finally see those glowing sapphires past her gargantuan curves. Glistening with sweat and panting like she just ran a marathon, she smiles up at me, running a hand along the expanse of one P-cup breast. “Look how big you made me.”

I crawl onto the bed, palming a massive tit in each hand and kissing them in turn. “You’re incredible.”

Mary runs her fingers through my hair. “You’re not so bad yourself. I knew you’d be good at this, or at least I hoped. Most guys get freaked out and bail.”

I can tell we’re past the heat of the evening, and I bury my face in a cozy world of flesh. “Idiots,” I murmur into her cleavage, crawling up to kiss her.

She traces a finger along my jaw. “You really do love them big, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Are mine big enough now?”

I shrug, and her smile is nearly blinding. “Greedy boy…”

Her voice softens. “You can stay… if you want?”

In answer, I crawl up to lie on my back, resting my head on one of her pillows. Mary scoots up to nestle her head into my shoulder, her amazing breasts spreading onto my chest.

We lie there for a long time, just breathing, then I feel her shiver against me. “I don’t think I have anything that will fit you, but we should at least get under the covers.”

I chuckle softly and extract my arm from under her head. While Mary gets into normal pajama pants and a gigantic sleep shirt, I put my boxers and undershirt back on. We snuggle under the blankets and drift off together.

***

When I wake up, Mary is rolled onto her side of the bed. She’s covered in blankets up to her chin, and I see no sign of her massive breasts. Curiosity fills me, but I have a more urgent call to answer.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I go to the kitchen to get some water.

“Good morning.”

I jump and see a dark-haired woman in pink scrubs sitting at the kitchen table. Realizing I’m still in my underwear, I step quickly behind the counter.

“Relax, dude, you’re not the first guy to make a ‘walk of shame’ into our kitchen.” She walks to the cabinets. “You want some coffee? I’m just getting off a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, so I’m about to crash, but we have K-cups.”

“Uh, sure.”

“I’m Mary’s partner, Karly. I’m guessing she picked you up at a bar last night?”

“Karaoke.”

Karly shakes her head as she sets up the coffee maker. “That girl and her karaoke. You live in town?”

“I used to. Moved about three years ago.”

“How long are you here?”

“Just the weekend. I’m staying with friends on the North side.”

“Cool.”

We stand in awkward silence as the machine gurgles; then, she hands me a steaming mug. I blow on it and take a sip. One side of Karly’s mouth is curled up in a smirk.

“So… how’d you do?”

“I’m sorry?”

“How big did she get?”

I feel heat in my cheeks. “I think about… P-cup?”

“Ooo, a connoisseur. No wonder she brought you home.”

I stare into my coffee.

“You got pretty close to beating my record. Not bad for a first-timer.”

“Uh… thanks.”

Karly pulls the spent pod from the machine and tosses it in the trash. “Well, unfortunately, I’m dead on my feet, so I’m gonna have to kick you out of my bed. But if you’re ever around again, you should hit us up. Did Mary give you her number?”

I shook my head.

“Where’s your phone?”

“In the living room, I think.”

“Give me your hand.”

Still in a daze, I hold out my hand. Karly pulls a pen from her pocket and writes on my palm. “This is her number. Maybe next time you’re in town, it’ll be my day off.”

“Okay…”

She walks out of the room but stops in the doorway. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m Team L all the way. But I don’t mind sharing…”

“Um, cool.”

Karly winks as she leaves the kitchen. “I bet between the two of us, we can blow right past that record.”