Boob Squeeze Novels & Stories

I grunted, fucking those titties hard enough to rock the bed. "Fuck," was Jerry's brief answer. I didn't need his encouragement. Her tits felt amazing. I kind of wished I had a set of dual ended close pins I could attach one end to each swollen nipple, holding those big fat boobs together. I played with holding one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and the other between my pinky and ring fever, but no matter how hard I tried to squeeze, one boob or the other would eventually pop free. No, I found the best way was just to grab them both by the side and smoosh them together, trying to get the nipples to touch. A couple of minutes more of that action, along with an added squirt of lube, a

I gasp as cool air hits my heated skin, my boobs spilling free of the ruined garment. He cups them roughly, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he kneads and squeezes.

The sound is aroused, and I don’t believe it’s coming from me. He exposes my bare, naked breasts and traps them with his fingers, and it aches a little bit, but the pleasure is more. He grabs them in his large hands—in those strong, veiny hands—and squeezes the tip together with so much energy that it makes me scream. “Did you allow anyone to touch these tits? Was it so good?” “No...no, one.” I can’t stop whimpering and moaning at the same time because he is squeezing my breasts together with my nipples, making them tighter and harder than they have ever been.

Suddenly, the heavyweight got heavier for her to handle. "Those boobs are covered, but I can easily give them a light squeeze." His hands made their way to her boobs and indeed, he gave them a harsh squeeze, causing a tear to escape from her right eye. "Now, your whole stomach and your back are definitely exposed," he informed her as his hands travelled down to a part that she did not want him to get close to.

With something that’s been building for four weeks of living under the same roof. “These.” He cups my right breast. Hard. Squeezing. “These are what you’ve been showing strangers? These tits?” “Dean, Uncle Dean, please—” “Please what?” He squeezes harder. His thumb finds my nipple and presses into it, grinding it flat, and the sharp sensation makes me whimper. “Please let you go? Please tell your mother? Or please don’t stop?”

He asked, and squeezed her boob again, making her moan out his name softly. "More of that squeeze" she said, ignoring his statement "Huh!" He scoffed "You want more? Then beg me" he said with a smirk "Alright, please, please, I need more of that squeeze" she pleaded, and the smirk on his face turned into a frown "You couldn't even play stubborn? Anyway, you begged, so I'll keep to my promise" he said and squeezed her boob roughly,but just the way she liked it

The voice asked and the more he spoke, the more I felt his palm massage my boobs. It was disgusting, the lump at the back of my throat grew to twice its size and I felt as though someone was rubbing my boobs with a hand full of needles. “I mean, she has a very nice shape, we can use her while we wait for him.” He added, grabbing my boobs more aggressively and squeezing it as though it was a squeeze ball. “He can’t come here without contacting us, we covered her scent so, why not?” Another agreed and my eyes widened in fear under the bag.

He cupped my breasts with his masculine strong and large hands and gave me a gentle squeeze. "Don't be too gentle." Obliging, he gripped my breasts, rougher and tighter, taking them fully into his hands, playing with my nipples. "You're really good at this!" I cried. "Really?" He asked proud. "Yes!!! So good!!!" I felt him grew even more aroused inside of me as he squeezed my boobs and play with my erected tips. "Oh my god, fuck...mmmmm". I moaned loudlyand increased my speed. I felt a bit loose enough to move faster.

Soon, my hands, the one that was on her head, dropped down towards her chest, searching for her breast. It was difficult to reach it because of how far I was, so she pulled her mouth off my cock and looked at me. "You want to feel the boobs?" She asked as she pushed them closer to me. I was excited to have those unusually big boobs in my hand and I squeezed them tight, almost like my life depended on how hard I could squeeze. I then unbuttoned the dress, so the boobs would be viable to my eyes. It could be that her dress was just making it feel big.

I took off his shirt and threw it somewhere on the bed and one hand grabbed my boob and squeezed, I moaned at the feeling and he sat up pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to carry on with my movements but it was becoming difficult especially with this proximity between us. His mouth attached itself to my boob and sucked while tenderly massaging the other one. It was kind of ticklish but I liked it. It intensified the feeling and the sensation I was having.