Big Nipple Stories Novels & Stories

And any minute, her husband was surely going to pop in with a, ‘Have you seen the corkscrew, darling? Asking for trouble. As she read on, Claudia tutted to herself. Why did these women always have nipples like full, bursting plums? Weren’t plum-sized nipples just a bit on the big side? Mind you, the book was American. Maybe they had nipple implants as well as everything else. And why did they always have to have small, firm buttocks? Small, firm buttocks just did not go with full-to-bursting bosoms. It was against all the laws of nature.

Black sucked on my nipples. The room filled with wet sounds and our heavy breathing. “You are my perfect naughty nurse,” Dr. Black said while biting my nipple gently. “So young and tight. So eager to use us.” I moaned loudly and rode Dr. Lang with wild energy. “Tell me I am the best nurse you have ever had,” I demanded. “Tell me my pussy is tighter and wetter than any other.”

Sometimes healing doesn’t need a fix. Sometimes it just needs a pause. That night, Ryan uploaded his first anonymous blog post to the campus bulletin site: “The people who say they love you might just want to own you. And the people who seem like enemies might be the ones who see you clearly. I’m not telling this story to expose anyone. I’m telling it so no one else has to stay quiet.” And that’s when the messages started rolling in. One. Then ten. Then fifty. From students. From strangers.

Chapter 1: Leaking Nípples I sat alone in the dim office. The clock showed past ten and papers spread across my desk. My bréasts ached heavy, full, straining against the thin blouse. Damp patches darkened the fabric over both nípples. Milk leaked steadily. Warm trickles slid down my skin. I shifted in the chair. Thighs pressed together. Heat pooled low in my belly. I felt hórny and desperate. Work kept me late again and no one else stayed.

Her hands were busy with my baby maker, I let her have her fun while I begin mine soon. "If your nipples are turning sore, tell me. I know another method to make you orgasm." I say, again, brimming with confidence. It was my very first time trying nipple stimulated orgasm on my girl. I'm nor sure if I'll be successful, but I pray I am. As I slide down her body, marking my art work over her skin from her neck to the collarbones and the cleavage, something from her memory makes her giggle. "What?" I smile and look at her. She holds my hand which were gripping her right boob, she says, "We just went to church, cried in front of Jesus and this is the shit we do when alone. We won't be blessed, A

My voice is loud and angry, loud enough for a few families far away to look in our direction. "Jeez. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Her head falls back as a laugh escapes her throat. She thinks this is funny. "It's totally normal to have pink nipples, especially for western girls, but Asians like me have dark nipples." "You don't look Asian." She smirks. "I'm halfbreed." She pushes her crop top down, puts her hands into her top, pulls out her tits, and shakes her body. A proud smile on her lips. "Dark nipples."

I told her. I let my finger slide through her folds and slipped it into her core. She was already so wet, and I was going to make her even wetter. I let out a growl when Nate slipped her tank top off, letting us see her perfect breasts. She arched against my hand as I slipped a second finger into her and continued thrusting in and out. “I have heard that piercing one’s nipples can either make the person lose their sensitivity or enhance the sensitivity,” Nate says.

Why does this little princess accept a breast that doesn't pump out milk instead of her bottle? Lena smiled seeing the look on Whitney's face, brought out her phone, and opened the G****e app on it. Then she showed Whitney some research. “See, here it says if you keep on breastfeeding a baby that is not yours and you haven't given birth before, it will stimulate the breast milk out,” she explained carefully. Whitney looked even more amazed with the info. [Actually, I g****e-searched it today before writing it down so I can make sure I'm not giving you guys a wrong fact.]

But I’d never told him about the one that had been secretly growing inside me for months. One night after we’d already come, I casually mentioned how insanely good it would feel to have two mouths on my tits at once, sucking my sensitive nipples at the same time. I thought it was just a harmless comment. I didn’t expect it to open the floodgates, Diary. A couple of weeks later, Mark had me on my back, his mouth latched onto my left nipple, sucking hard while his fingers pumped slowly in and out of my dripping cunt. I was soaked, my juices running down his hand. He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop and whispered, “Who would you want sucking the other one, baby? Tell me.”

"Ow!' 'My hand hit the plates on the bed as I stretched. I sat up to see the leftover grains from the food Barry prepared for me yesternight. I had eaten his food? Well it was.. It was so great and seeing the plates now makes me savor my thoughts again. I stood up and stretched one more time as I looked at the mirror in front of me checking out my simple small breasts with my two nips pointing at the mirror. I really need to take a picture of this. To tell the world my nipple still stands and it's untouched. To show them I have not been touched by any man. At least It should be evidence..I think?