Nipple Novels & Stories

he called and Susan let out a smile. “I need you to massage something for me,” she said. “What’s it, mum?” He asked and Susan put off her cloth. She took his hand to her breast and left out a mischievous smile. “I want you to massage my nipplè,” she said and Nate let out a frown. “What’s nipplè?” He asked. “Oh you don’t know what nipplè is, silly you,” she said and placed his hand on her nipplè. “This is called nipplè, all you need to do is to press it,” She said and Nate nod his head.

Cupping her face he give a small peck before going towards her breast. "Wow black really suits you." he said gently unclasping bra from her body. Nisha blushed and turned her head aside. She sucked a breath as he sucked her nipple and massaging the other breast. He trailed the kisses down and licked her navel. Nisha trembled as his hot breath falls on her core. He sniffed her smell and looked at her.

Sides that should only stay in the dark. The reflection of lights on the contours of her breast made an interplay of lights and shadows. The delicate curve of her breast held a softness that called out to me to explore her. Her nipple stood, a rosy hue contrasting the paleness of her skin. I swirled my tongue over her left bud, sucking on it. She relaxed underneath me. I moved to the right, licking and sucking, sliding my hand back to her pussy. In a slow and circular motion, I moved my hand, pressing hard on her clit. I spread it out and began to vigorously rub on it while sucking on each nipple.

And above all, her thin dress was white; it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Perhaps playful hands removed it, scratching her large breasts as well. He bit his lip when he noticed that she was staring at his red nipple that was protruding from her dress. He just grimaced because it was obviously a snake; he had obviously disturbed them, and he had nothing to do with it.

I bit my lips nervously and stood up. With my eyes on his face, I let my hand caress my skin. From my stomach, I moved up to my shoulder. My fingers moved like snakes. It caressed my skin which was already sensitive from my heat. I gasped when I got to the middle of my boobs. My eyes narrowed as my fingers grazed past my left nipple. Like it has been called forth, it protruded. My pink nipple became supple and it shook like it was calling to be sucked.

Perfectly round with equally large, round areolas. The most rosy, perky nipples were attached to the areolas like a warm hug. His mouth watered as he imagined the taste before he had even gotten the opportunity to touch them. But as he assessed, something caught his eye. A scar. It wasn't very visible at first, until he squinted his eyes. The scar ran from underneath the breast area, deeper inside than outside. “What is this?” He touched it before he could hold back. She shuddered visibly, and his frown deepened.

"Breasts are composed of adipose tissue, or fat to you, as well as glands, primarily the mammary glands, plus some collagen," Mr. Forsythe intoned. "And of course superficially there is a nipple surrounded by an areola on each." "What do you mean, sir?" "Come, come, boy. Are you telling me you've never seen a pair of breasts?" "No, sir," Amir replied with a straight face. "What about you two?" the teacher asked the other two boys, Michael, an overweight bespectacled boy of Chinese origin, and his nephew Charles, a tall heavyset, thick-lipped young man with a permanent sneer and hooded eyes.

Her right breast became visible through the lace, with the nipple standing out in the air for a moment before being covered by his lips. His tongue traced a spiral around her right nipple—starting from the tip of the nipple, moving outward in circles, passing along the edges of the areola, along the upper edge of the breast. Then the spiral moved inward again, back to the nipple tip. With each circle, his tongue touched the base of the nipple, where the nerve endings were most concentrated. As his tongue moved over this area, a tingli

Rupert kissed my lips again down to my neck, sucking and licking the sensitive skin, marking what's his. "I see. Not wearing a bra but these cute things." His breath was fanning my exposed chest. He looked like a child, staring at the small pieces of silicone that were covering my nipples; he was pertaining to nipple tapes. I could see the confusion in his eyes as he stared at the little material covering my nipples as a substitute for wearing a bra. "That's nipple tape."

Big, round, with flawless skin and large, dark nipples. The color of the nipples contrasted with her pale skin. Bram smiled at him, enjoying his attention and his approval of her breasts. He reached out with one hand and took hold of one of them, wanting to feel all of it in his hand. He moved his hand inward till it reached the nipple. He toyed with it, gently, and noted that she seemed to be enjoying it. Her breathing had quickened and her smile had taken on a sleepy, contented aspect.