Titanic
Mary Chestnut’s breasts had started growing when she was ten years old. Unfortunately for her, they’d stopped growing before she turned twelve and somewhere along the way, she’d resigned herself to the fact that she never would have any real breasts to speak of.
Still, she told herself. It wasn’t like you had to have breasts. A lot of the guys, they said she was cute and of course, she seemed to have an almost limitless amount of energy but it was that word cute that got to her. Cute. It was just another way of saying she had the breasts of a ten-year-old.
Still, you made do with what you had, didn’t you, Mary would tell herself, and so she did and she rarely ever looked back on what might have been.
It was her Senior year in high school when that all changed.
Among the other projects that the energetic teen had taken on, she’d decided to take on the editorship of her school’s yearbook. Becky O’Connor had wanted the role and so, too, had Diane McGivens but in the end, she’d beat the others out and she’d been named the editor.
She’d worked on the yearbook all four years in high school and perhaps that was what gave her the upper hand in getting the editor’s position but one thing she knew from her past experience was you had to get on the Senior’s to get them to give you their photos because invariably, no matter how much you told them what they could and what they couldn’t do, someone was bound to want to push the envelope and then you’d have to give them their photo back and tell them to try again, and sometimes, even the second try wasn’t much better but because of that, you had to get on them early.
It was hardly a surprise when the first batch of photos came in and in the pile of rejected photos were the ones for Faith, Hope and Charity. Those three, Mary told herself. It wasn’t a surprise that they’d be pushing the envelope but sometimes you just hoped that maybe, just maybe, just for once even, those three might actually do something that didn’t cross the line or at least in their cases, didn’t step so far over the line that you couldn’t overlook it.
The three of them fancied themselves as witches or at least that’s what they called themselves. Lesbians was more like it, Mary thought with disgust, and they just called themselves witches so they could explain away their rather eccentric behavior.
Like their latest stunt. They’d been told that the photos weren’t supposed to be group shots and in a way, they’d complied ... sort of. Oh sure, each one of them had submitted a photo of themselves but in each photo, there were the hands of the other two reaching in, and tugging at the clothing of the person that was supposedly sitting for the picture and while those hands didn’t exactly reveal anything that could have been deemed X-rated, they were close enough.
“You want me to talk to them?” Becky had asked when the editorial board had panned the photos.
Mary just shook her head. “I’ll do it,” she said and even as she did, she could sense the relief from everyone else on the Board. No one, it seemed, wanted to face up to those three.
And it wasn’t like they were all that hard to find either. Everyone in school knew where the three of them hung out so Mary took the photos in hand and she set out to find Faith, Hope and Charity.
She found the three of them on the bench right there where she’d expected to find them. “I wanted to talk to you guys about your pictures for the yearbook,” she said.
The three girls looked at the photos in Mary’s hands. “Yeah, so?” Faith asked.
“So they’re unacceptable.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“We said they were supposed to be individual shots for one thing.”
“They are individual shots,” Faith said.
“Maybe of each one of you, yeah, but you can see the hands of the others in the photos.”
“So you don’t like our hands, is that it?”
“They’re also almost pornographic.”
“Almost pornographic? Is that a new standard?”
“No.”
“So they’re not really pornographic?”
“No, but—”
“But what? I don’t see why you’re rejecting them.”
“Look, it doesn’t really matter what you like or what you don’t like. The editorial board has the final authority here and we’ve said no.”
“You’ve said no?”
“We’ve said no but I’m sure you already knew we were going to say that. You can submit more pictures if you want but the same rules are going to apply to the next batch as applied to the first one,” and with that, Mary handed the photos back to their owners.
“You want us to submit more photos,” Hope said.
Not really, Mary wanted to say but that wasn’t up to her. “You can if you want,” she said. “That’s all I’m saying. Just remember the deadlines. Second photos have to be in by December 1.”
“We’ll remember,” Faith said, “and just remember, next time, you shouldn’t so hard-headed with our photos.”
Mary turned and walked away. She wasn’t sure what it was about those three but there was definitely something about them, something that made her nervous and she knew she wasn’t the only one. The other kids all pretty much thought the very same thing.
The three girls turned their new photos in a couple of days before the deadline and if anything, the second set of photos were even worse than the first ones but at least in the second set of photos, each girl was in the photos all by herself.
That was about the only thing that was better.
Each girl was wearing the same kind of a costume and a costume was what it had to be. Each girl was wearing a witch’s hat which considering what they claimed to be seemed to be in keeping with who they were although the rules specifically said that head coverings of any kind were not allowed.
Even that though wasn’t the worst. Each girl was dressed up in a sexy witch’s costume, the type that you’d see around Halloween. Each had on a short, black shawl. Each had on a black bra and a pair of black panties and what each one was doing to the same broom that was in each of their photos was positively pornographic. When the photos were shown, the boys on the board intermittently seemed to be trying to both look and not look at the photos. The women on the editorial staff were far less complimentary.
“What the hell is this?” Becky O’Connor had asked. “Don’t they know the rules?”
“I’m sure they do,” Mary had said.
“Are you sure they know?”
“Yeah, pretty sure, but you know those three. I doubt they really care what the rules are, but maybe you’d like to go explain it to them.”
“It’s not my job around here,” Becky shot back. “I’m not the chief editor.”
Yeah, Mary thought. Becky was loving this.
“What are we going to do?” Tiffany Wells asked.
“I’ll go talk to them,” Mary said again. “I’ll give them one more chance to get it right.”
“Yeah. Fat lot of good that’s going to do.”
“You never know,” Mary said, sounding more confident than she really was. “You never know.”
And just as Mary had feared, when she did finally catch up with the three girls, they were hardly supportive or understanding of where it was Mary was coming from. “Can I talk with you guys?” Mary had asked meekly.
“I don’t know,” Hope said. “What do you think? Do you think you can talk with us?”
“It’s about your photos for the yearbook,” Mary pressed on.
“What about them?” Faith asked.
“You do realize that those photos were completely inappropriate, don’t you?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I’m afraid we’re going to have to reject them again.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, that’s so.”
“And you came all the way out here just to tell us that,” Hope said. “Is that it?”
“Yeah,” Mary said uncertainly. “That’s it.”
“Are you sure there’s not some other reason?”
“Some other reason?”
“Yeah,” Hope said. “Some other reason. Like maybe you came out here to see if you could lick our pussies. That kind of reason.”
“Eww gross. No,” Mary said vehemently.
“Are you saying you don’t want to lick our pussies?” Faith asked. “That’s not very nice, you know.”
Mary was starting to feel uneasy and she wasn’t even sure why. “It’s not like that at all,” she said.
“So you do want to eat our pussies,” Hope said.
“No, no. You got me all wrong,” Mary said. “I’m ... I’m not into girls like that.”
“I’m not sure she knows what she likes,” the usually reticent Charity said, “but I have a feeling she’s about to find out.”
“You guys are weird,” Mary said.
“We are?” said Hope.
“Yeah,” Mary said. “You are. I just came here to tell you that your pictures weren’t acceptable for printing in the yearbook. That’s all,” and with that, she turned and stomped off and even as she left, she could hear the three girls laughing behind her.
Okay, Mary told herself when she thought she’d put enough distance between herself and the other girls and when she thought she could finally slow down. Okay, they’d probably just been toying with her but still ...
Still, she wasn’t into girls like that and she had to admit it to herself that it kind of pissed her off that someone would even suggest it so even if they had just been toying with her and even if they hadn’t really meant it, she had to admit they had gotten the better of her.
But then of course there was the other option. What if they really had meant what they’d said?
Eww, Mary thought. That was so gross.
“So did you talk with them?” Becky asked when Mary made it back to the yearbook room.
“What?”
“Did you talk with those little fucking tramps about their pictures?”
“Oh. Yeah. I talked with them.”
“So what’d they say?”
“What?”
“What’d they say? Are they going to submit any more photos?”
Crap. She’d forgotten to ask them that. “I don’t know,” Mary said.
“Okay, so what did they say?”
“They said nothing,” Mary said. “They were just acting weird, you know.”
“Weird how?”
“They were just talking nonsense.”
“What kind of nonsense?”
“It was nothing. It was just nonsense and I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?”
Becky clearly didn’t understand why Mary didn’t want to talk anymore but after looking at the other girl for a few moments longer, she finally nodded. “Okay then, so what do you want to do about those three and their pictures?”
“I don’t know,” Mary said irritably. “I just don’t know.”
That night, Mary had a dream.
She was sitting at her desk at school and she was in Miss Watson’s class but something was bothering her. She could see Miss Watson writing something on the board but for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to focus on what her English teacher was writing.
Something was wrong.
Or was it that something was right.
Mary wasn’t sure where that thought had come from but almost as soon as she had it, it was like she couldn’t seem to get that thought out of her mind.
Something was right.
She hadn’t realized it but she had her legs spread and her skirt pulled up and she was fingering her pussy as she sat there in Miss Watson’s class.
No indeed. There wasn’t anything wrong. In fact, something was right, only ...
Only she never got the chance to finish that thought because it was still there in the morning when she awoke. Something was right, only ...
She soon found out what the something right was because that much was evident as soon as she looked in the mirror.
She had breasts.
They weren’t very big breasts but compared to what she’d had when she’d gone to bed the night before, anything would have been noticeable and these were certainly noticeable. She couldn’t help herself. She brought her hands up to play with her breasts as if to make sure that what her eyes were seeing was actually real.
They were real enough all right.
They just barely filled up her hands but somehow, that seemed so right and then her fingers found her nipples.
Oh my God. Her nipples were so sensitive and it was more than that. It was ilke her whole body was on fire as soon as she touched herself. It was like she wanted to keep touching herself. It was like ...
It was like ...
Mary wasn’t sure what it was like but what she was sure of was ... something was wrong.
Not her breasts, of course, although yes, something was wrong but for the moment at least, she wasn’t going to worry about that. For the moment at least, she was just going to revel in the fact that she finally had breasts.
What she didn’t have was a bra because quite frankly, she’d never needed one and as far as she was concerned, she didn’t need one now, only ... only maybe she thought, maybe she did. The fabric of her top seemed to rub against her breasts and whatever it was about her nipples, they just seemed so incredibly sensitive but for the moment at least, she figured she didn’t need one but maybe after school, maybe she’d have to go and get one.
It wasn’t like Mary really considered Becky O’Connor a great friend. Colleague really might have been the better word. They worked together on the yearbook staff and they had for the past couple of years but Becky could also be contentious and Becky had her own idea on how things had been run and if things had gone differently, it would have been Becky who’d been editor in chief of the yearbook staff and not Mary and somehow, that always seemed to come between the two girls and while there was never any indication that Becky would ever stab her in the back, that was why Mary didn’t consider Becky a close friend.
But close or not, there was one thing that Becky was and that was observant. “There’s something different about you,” she said almost as soon as Mary had come into the yearbook offices.
“You noticed?” Mary asked with a smile.
“I ... Oh my God.”
“What?”
“What do you mean what?” Becky demanded. “What did you do to your breasts?”
“I didn’t do anything to my breasts.”
“Bull shit.”
“I didn’t do anything to my breasts. They just grew out this way.”
“What? You mean like overnight? Bull shit.”
“No bull shit. It just happened.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Maybe you want to see for yourself.”
“What?”
Mary hadn’t meant to say that ... or at least she didn’t think she’d meant to say that ... but maybe it was a way to wipe that smug look off of Becky’s face so she said it again. “Maybe you’d like to see them.”
“What? Eww. No. I don’t want to see your tits,” she said.
But Mary wasn’t listening to her friend. Instead, she was pulling her shirt out of her jeans and then she was flipping it up so Becky could see her breasts.
“W-wow,” Becky stammered.
“You like?”
“Y-yeah.”
It was weird, Mary thought, but she liked it, too. She wasn’t sure why she liked it but she just knew she did and there was something else as well. It wasn’t the fact that she was showing off her breasts like she was that was wrong but for some reason or another, the general feel that something was wrong had just gotten a little stronger.
“So did you like that?” Mary asked even as she lowered her top.
“Y-yeah,” Becky said.
She was sitting on a stool. She knew there were people out there but for some reason, she couldn’t see them and yet for some reason, that didn’t seem to bother her.
“All right, class,” she heard Mrs. Conniver say, “quiet down. You all know why we’re here.”
That was weird, Mary thought. She knew the matronly art teacher by sight but she’d never taken a class from her and why should she? She’d never been any good at drawing anything.
Mrs. Conniver nodded at her. “Mary,” she said, “if you’d please.”
If she’d please what, Mary wondered and then she realized that even without thinking it, she’d slipped the robe off and then she was standing up and ...
And oh my God. She had breasts and not like what she’d had before but she had real breasts. She had bigger breasts. She had lots bigger breasts.
“All right, Mary, that’s enough of that,” Mrs. Conniver said. “There’ll be time enough for you to admire yourself later. You’ve got work to do.”
Mary couldn’t help but look at the art teacher. Work? What the heck was she talking about?
But Mrs. Conniver wasn’t even talking to her anymore. She’d turned to address her class. “You know why we’re here,” she said, “and I expect all of you to be professional about this. I think I know what each and every one of you wants from Ms. Chestnut here, but since she’s graciously volunteered to model for us, let’s try to keep things on the up and up.”
She’d done what, Mary wondered.
But Mrs. Conniver wasn’t talking to her anymore. “Remember,” she was telling her class, “we’re here to draw the nude form ...”
That wasn’t why she was there, Mary told herself. In fact, the only thing that she found at all interesting was that her breasts were even bigger than they had been before.
Her breasts were even bigger than they had been before in real life, too. Heck, Mary thought, they might even have been bigger than they’d been in her dream although why she’d been dreaming of posing nude was completely beyond her but one thing was definitely certain. Her breasts were definitely bigger.
Just the day before, her breasts had only just filled her hands but now ... now when she held her breasts, it was clear that her breasts were the dominant feature.
And it wasn’t just that.her breasts were bigger. She’d discovered it almost by accident but her nipples were just so super-sensitive. It was almost as if she could get herself off just by playing with her nipples.
She still didn’t have a bra because she hadn’t picked one up the day before like she’d intended to do and even if she had, it wouldn’t have mattered because anything that she might have picked up the day before surely wouldn’t fit her now.
And with her incredibly growing breasts, she certainly was getting a lot more attention at school and it wasn’t just the boys who were looking at her. There were some girls, too.
Becky was there when Mary arrived at the yearbook offices. “Hi,” Mary said.
Becky turned and then she gaped at Mary. “Whoa,” she said.
“Yeah. They got bigger again.”
“I can see that,” Becky said curtly.
“You want to see them?”
“Why do you think I’d want to see your tits?” Becky said crossly.
“What?”
“I said why do you think I’d want to see your tits.”
“But I thought,” Mary said. “I mean yesterday—”
“Yesterday was yesterday. Today is today. I don’t know why you want to go around showing me your tits.”
“I ... I just thought—”
“What?”
“I just thought you were interested.”
“Well, I’m not,” Becky said curtly.
Mary wasn’t even sure why but she felt hurt by Becky’s reaction. Still, if that was the way Becky wanted to be, then that was fine with her.
“Did you talk with those girls?”
“What girls?”
“Faith, Hope and Charity.”
“No.”
“I thought you said you were going to.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Well, we need to know what they’re going to do about their pictures.”
Mary nodded. “I know.”
“So you want to talk to them?”
“I guess I can,” Mary said. It wasn’t like she wanted to talk to those three but considering how nearly openly Becky was being, it seemed reasonable to do something that would take her away from Becky.
“Good,” Becky said.
Mary nodded. She wasn’t sure why Becky was suddenly so hostile. “I can go talk to them now,” she said.
“Fine.”
It was funny, Mary thought, but as hostile as Becky now seemed to be, the other three girls seemed to be almost gleeful to see her. “Would you look who’s here,” Faith chortled. “If it isn’t the little yearbook editor.”
“Yeah well she’s not so little now, is she,” Hope chimed in.
“At least not in one way,” Charity added.
Mary couldn’t help but feel herself blush because it seemed obvious what the girls were talking about.
“What about it?” Faith asked. “Are you a little bit bigger now?”
Hope snickered at that. “You know, I don’t think ‘little’ and ‘bigger’ exactly go together here.”
Mary blushed again.
“Oh look, she’s embarrassed,” Faith taunted her.
“You think so. I’m not sure,” Hope chimed in. “She might just be flustered.”
“Yeah?” Faith asked.
“Yeah. I think she wants to show us her tits,” Hope said.
“Is that what you want?” Faith asked.
Mary hadn’t realized it until just that moment but that was what she wanted and she told the other girls so.
“Well, no one’s stopping you,” Faith said. “Go ahead and show us your titties.”
That was all the encouragement that Mary needed and moments later, she was tugging her top up past her tits.
“How’s that?” Faith asked. “Do you like showing off your tits like that?”
Mary nodded numbly.
“I’ll bet there’s something else you want, too.”
Mary looked questioningly but she didn’t say anything.
“I’ll bet you want to lick our pussies.”
What, Mary wanted to say. No, that was gross. That was what she wanted to say, only ...
Only she did want to lick their pussies.
“Yeah, that is what you want, isn’t it?”
Mary nodded numbly.
“Don’t just nod,” Faith admonished her. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want to eat your pussies,” Mary said and as much as she knew she should be repulsed by the idea, she could feel a surge of excitement just from saying that.
“Say it again.”
“I want to eat your pussies,” Mary said.
“Well never let it be said that we said no to a girl who wanted to lick our pussies,” Faith said, “but if you want to lick our pussies, you’re in the wrong position. If you want to lick our pussies, you need to get down on your knees.”
Mary couldn’t believe it but there she was kneeling down in front of the three women.
All three women were opening their jeans and then each was pushing her jeans and her panties down. “Tell us what you want again,” Faith said.
“I want to eat your pussies.”
“Of course you do,” Faith said even as she was moving forward and then she was straddling Mary’s face. “You know what to do.”
This was it, Mary told herself. She could still say no only she knew she didn’t want to say no. Her tongue pushed forward and then she was licking the pussy that was being pressed against her lips and she knew she just had to lick that pussy.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Faith encouraged her. “Lick it.”
Mary moaned. She couldn’t help herself but that pussy was so wet.
“Oh fuck,” Faith moaned.
It was so easy, Mary thought. It was so easy and she was amazed she’d never done this before. It was so easy to lick a girl’s pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Faith moaned again.
It wasn’t enough, Mary realized. It wasn’t enough to lick another girl’s pussy but she couldn’t just lick that pussy without making that pussy cum and she definitely wanted to make that pussy cum.
“Oh fuck,” Faith moaned yet again.
It was imperative, Mary thought as her tongue worked up again the other girl’s clit and as imperative as she knew it was, she thought she knew something else, too. Her tongue was going to do it. Her tongue was going to get her off.
Faith was pushing her pussy even harder against Mary’s tongue but Mary didn’t care. In fact, that was just what she wanted her to do.
“Oh my God,” Faith moaned. “Oh my God,” she screamed as Mary’s tongue got her off. “Oh my God, yes!”
She was naked and she was running.
Well, not naked exactly. After all, she was still wearing her shoes and her socks ... but that was all that she was wearing.
She was running laps around the track at school and her breasts were like they had been before. Small, insignificant. Boring.
She rounded the first turn and her breasts were bigger now, bigger now like they had been after her first growth spurt. Barely more than a handful, they were still bigger than they had been before.
She rounded the second turn and now her breasts were bigger still. Bigger again like they had been before. No longer just a handful. They were so much bigger than they had been before.
And now as she rounded the next turn, her breasts were even bigger still. Insanely big. She slowed to a walk and then to a stop. She couldn’t run with breasts like these. They were just too big for that.
These breasts weren’t made for running. That was what she was learning from her dream. These breasts were made for other things.
Mary was hardly surprised that her breasts had grown again or that her breasts looked rather a lot like the ones she’d had in her dream the night before.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Everything about her breasts were huge.
Her breasts were huge. Her cleavage was huge. Even her nipples were huge. Heck, her nipples were probably even bigger than her breasts had been before.
She still didn’t have a bra but again, even if she had gotten one, it probably would have been too small for the way her breasts now were.
In fact, her breasts were huge.
For once, she found Faith off by herself and away from her three friends but as much as Mary wanted to find the other girl, it seemed as if the feeling wasn’t mutual. “You stay away from me,” Faith warned.
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Because why.”
“Because I can’t say.”
“You can’t say what?”
Faith bit her lip. “Because we did something to you.”
“Who did something to me?”
“Me and Hope and Charity. We did something to you.”
“What did you do to me?”
“You’re not going to like it.”
“What did you do to me?”
“We put a hex on you.”
“Why?”
“Because you were bugging us about those stupid yearbook pictures.”
“You put a hex on me because of the yearbook?”
“Uh huh.”
“What’s it supposed to do?”
“It was supposed to make you want to eat pussy.”
“Okay?”
“But it did more than that.”
“It did?”
“We didn’t realize it at first but it’s what’s been making your tits grow.”
“It is?”
“And there’s something else.”
“What else is there?”
“Um, you’re not going to like this, but um, showing your tits off does two things.”
“What does it do?”
“The first thing is it makes you want to eat pussy. It makes you want to eat the pussy of whoever you’re showing your tits to.”
“And the second thing?”
“The, um, the second thing is that they’re highly addictive.”
“Okay. Meaning what?”
“Meaning the more you show them off, the more the person you’re showing them to wants to touch them and to please them.”
“So what you’re saying is you want to touch my breasts?”
Faith nodded.
“Can you make it stop?”
“We stopped the growth part but we don’t know how to stop the rest of it.”
“So what are we going to do?”
Faith shrugged.
“I know what I’m going to do.”
What?”
Mary lifted her top to show off her tits. “This,” she said.
Faith just stared at those tits even as she licked her lips.
“I know what you want to do,” Mary said. “I know what you want to do and I want you to do it, and then you know what I’m going to do.”
Faith nodded as she stared transfixed at those tits.
“Go ahead. Touch them.”
Faith’s hands reached out and then she was caressing Mary’s tits.
“You can do better than that,” Mary encouraged.
Faith’s hands continued to caress Mary’s supersized tits and then her fingers worked her nipples and Mary gasped. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That’s better.”
Faith slid down and she started to kiss Mary’s tits.
“Oh yeah. Much better. You just keep that up now, will ya?”
Faith wasn’t arguing and she certainly was keeping it up.
“I can’t wait,” Mary said. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn. I can’t wait until I get to eat your pussy.”
“Hi, Becky.”
“What are you doing here?” Becky asked.
“I came here to see you,” Mary said.
Becky licked her lips nervously. They were at her house after school and she certainly hadn’t expected to have any visitors here at home and she most definitely hadn’t expected to see Mart here. “Why did you do that?” she asked.
“You know, you’ve been kind of mean to me of recent.”
“Who, me?”
“Don’t act so surprised. You know you have.”
“I haven’t,” Becky tried to protest but Mary was having none of that.
“Yes, you have,” Mary said. You’ve been kind of mean and I think I know why?”
Becky licked her lips nervously. “You do?” she asked.
“You want to see something.”
“What do I want to see?”
“You want to see these,” Mary said even as she pulled up her top.
Becky licked her lips again but there was no doubt about it. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Mary’s tits.
“Why don’t you take your jeans off,” Mary suggested.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to let you have what you want but only if you let me have what I want. Take your jeans off.”
Becky was still staring at Mary’s tits but then her hands started opening the button on her jeans and then she was pushing those jeans down her legs.
“And the panties, too,” Mary said. “Take those off.”
“M-mary.”
“I said take them off or you don’t get to touch these.”
Becky hesitated but it was only for a moment and then she was taking her panties off.
“That’s good,” Mary said as she stepped forward and then she was taking Becky’s head and she was pulling the girl down and she was pushing her face between her breasts.
Becky struggled if only for a moment and then the reality of where she was seemed to catch up with her and she stopped struggling.
“You like it there,” Mary said. “You like it with your face between my tits.”
Becky nodded. She wouldn’t normally have admitted that but the truth was she was doing absolutely nothing to dispel that truth.
“I thought you’d like it,” Mary said. “Do you know what I want?”
Becky tried to shake her head but the only effect that had was to push her face even more against Mary’s tits.
“I want to lick your pussy,” Mary said. “I can’t help myself. I have to lick your pussy so I’m going to do that and while I’m doing that, I want you to play with my tits. How’s that sound?”
Becky didn’t have to think very hard about that before she nodded her assent.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Becky seemed to come to her senses if only for a moment. Did she really want to do this, the teen asked herself but then almost in the next instant, she was answering the question for herself. Of course she wanted to do it.
So she led Mary to her bedroom and then she took off the rest of her clothes even as Mary did the same and as Mary settled down between her legs, she settled herself in to play with Mary’s tits.
But first there was Mary’s tongue and God damn, that tongue was good.
That tongue was very good which was amazing considering the fact that Mary had said she’d never do oral sex.
Maybe she lying, Becky thought or maybe ... oh fuck ... maybe she was just naturally good at it but damn it, she was good.
And if she didn’t watch out, she was going to get a mouth full of cum, Becky told herself.
In fact ...
Becky moaned again.
In fact, if Mary didn’t watch herself, that tongue of hers was going to make her cum.
In fact ...
Becky moaned as her pussy came. Damn that was good and damn, she couldn’t wait to do it again.
Mary might have thought she’d never go down on another girl but as she was now finding out, the girl with the titanic tits would soon be known for going down on a girl, any time and anywhere, no questions asked.