Stephanie Mcmahon Boobs Novels & Stories

"You're welcome to join me on the couch and help me judge these beautiful ladies' attributes. "Not a chance, Big Brother," Lauren says defiantly as she unclasps her top and shrugs it off her shoulders. Holy fuck! Her tits are perfect. Slightly smaller than Alex's but still quite full with wide, pink areolas and gumdrop shaped nipples. "Line up," I say as if none of this is bothering me in the slightest. Shit! Who wouldn't give his left nut to have four teenage beauties lined up in front of him ready for inspection? I stand up, adjusting my cock as I do, which doesn't go unnoticed by any of the girls.

Jeremy’s jaw clenched. Stephanie pressed on, her voice cool and sharp. “I still don’t understand this football obsession. Six feet tall, strong as an ox, but it’s not very ladylike, is it? I suppose you’re happy being… well, the size you are.” Alexandra’s cheeks burned. She forced herself to meet Stephanie’s gaze. “I’m happy being who I am.” Stephanie sniffed. “If only you’d put as much effort into being a proper woman as you do into tackling people, maybe you’d—”

Steph meets new lovers at a party. Enjoy. ****** Greetings all. My name is Steph. I am 26 years old, single and live in Los Angeles, CA. I have a good job, although that is irrelevant to this story. I am short, 5 foot 2, thin with brown hair and B cup breasts. I am not unattractive, but I admit I am more cute than LA beautiful, specially since I have chosen not to augment my boobs. I have thought about it, but I'm scared because my nipples are very sensitive. I can almost cum just from teasing them and I don't want to lose that for the sake of a bigger cup. Still I tend to blend into the background in social situations, which may be why I am still single, or at least without a steady boyfrie

I just needed my wife. "Mmm, I have a big surprise for you," Stephanie said as she opened her robes. She revealed her naked body. Right here in the hallway. I blinked in surprise at her large breasts rising and falling. She licked her lips, her bush trimmed and dripping with her excitement. Her nipples poked hard at her. "That is a great surprise," I said, moving toward her. My cock hardened in my PJs. I had on flannel bottoms and a shirt, both plaid. "But what if your girls see their mother standing naked with that come-hither look on your face."

’t miss a beat before adding, “what is with her? Why do people think she’s so great? What does she have that I don’t?” She cried. “Is it because of her looks? Is it because of her boobs? Tell me!” Ok, this was taking a weird turn. “I don’t know what you’re talking abo…” “So, you’re saying you don’t think her boobs are great?” She asked, cutting me off. “No.” “So, you’re saying they’re great then?” Oh god! Of all possible reactions I'd imagined Holland would have, bringing up Stephanie’s boobs was by far the most unexpected. “No. I mean, yes, they are though, but that's not the point. The point is…” But it was too late – Holland was already staring at me as though I told her I kidnappe

He tossed the shirt on the floor. He began to loosen the buttons of her nighties. He stared breathlessly at the chocolate breasts right in front of his face. The nipples of her breasts were darker than the breasts itself. They were hard. He wasted no more time admiring as he groped on her soft breasts with both hands. He drove his head downwards and buried his mouth into her left nipple. He sucked on her breasts hungrily and she moaned. Stephanie's upper body rose and fell intermittently as she moaned pleasurably. She ran her hand romantically over his head. Then she lifted his head and directed it towards her other nipple which he sucked on rolling his tongue all over it.

Isabella didn't even allow her to finish. "You mean you are pretty? C'mon Stephanie, with your donkey inherited shape, you still think you are pretty? With those nipples of yours that are facing your shoes, do you still see yourself as a pretty person? Or have you ever breastfed a baby before? Because I see no reason why you would be caked in makeup and wear push up brassieres to carry up a breast that's flaccid as an ironing board." Immediately she said that each and every single person in the room roared in laughter, even those who were acting as Stephanie puppies, and would always follow her around.

She leaned back. “Oh, do you want more” she said, pushing me back onto the couch. She straddled me, opening her robe to expose her amazing tits. They were perky and round. She had had a boob job. Her pink nipples were in attention and in my face. Without thinking I leaned and grabbed her nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it a little, then flicked it with my tongue. She moaned and grabbed a handful on my long hair.

Inside a typical looking home in an ordinary suburban neighborhood there lived a mature stepmom named Karen in a family home where if walls could speak they would tell stories of a hung stepson of age and his nympho stepmother exploring a thing called 'skinship' together. Karen stood taller than her stepson by a head and sported plump child-rearing hips often on full display in her favorite tight yoga pants when she was not in her favorite bathrobe. The middle-aged stepmother had an immaculate face with narrow lips, a flat nose, and emerald green eyes.

“You are doing great Stephanie. Now I want you to rub it down to her belly area, one hand on her belly, rubbing on it smoothly and the second hand on her boobs, massaging it softly.” I obeyed him and did as he said. I rubbed her boobs massively, massaging her nipples and feeling her hardness between my fingers. “Looks like someone is getting aroused fast.” I smiled and bent down, using my mouth to wrap around her nipples. Grandma smiled and closed her eyes tightly, moaning hevaily. “Ouuu!! Stephanie, you did it even before I said it. How did you know what I was going to say?” “Her boobs were standing so much, I could not help but to have a taste.”