“Being grounded doesn’t bother me as much as it does you,” I said as I rubbed a shoulder against him. This keyed him into what I had wanted him to do. He grabbed me and in short order he had me on the floor, tickling me. My loose flannel shirt rode up and soon he discovered I was not wearing a bra. About the time I was ready to shout for him to stop tickling he stopped and began exploration of my left breast. He made no pretense that what he was doing was accidental. His stroking and massaging felt good. He rolled my little tittie between his thumb and forefinger. An involuntary moan came from my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
“It’s better than a sharp stick in the eye,” I said before twisting away from him and attempting to scamper away from him. He grabbed my ankles and twisted me over onto my back. Soon he was on top of me with his body between my legs. I did nothing to resist. He had raised my shirt exposing both of my little titties. His mouth locked over one nipple and he began sucking like a hungry puppy. I was repulsed by his actions but at the same time thrilled at the feeling. In addition I felt a connection between the feelings in my breast and my pussy. I soon began moving involuntarily with short hip thrusts and arm and leg jerks.
He pulled away and asked, “Do you like that?”
“Love it,“ I replied. He locked onto the other breast. The feelings intensified and I could not believe all he was doing was sucking on a tit. It was like when he tickled me except this never seemed to get to the point where I wanted him to stop. He stopped and looked me in the eyes with a questioning look. I said, “Don’t stop Bobby. Don’t stop.” He went back at it alternating occasionally from one breast to the other. I did not want this to stop. I began to thrash about a little more with every minute. Then I fell over the edge. I began to shout with pleasure as I floated above it all. He had given me an orgasm by simply sucking on my tits. As I came down he stopped and I wondered aloud, “Am I a freak?”
“You’re freakin’ sexy, Carly,” he said.
“No, I mean am I different from other girls?”
“How should I know? Your tits are the only ones I’ve ever sucked,” he said.
“No they’re not,” I insisted as I listened to my heart throb in my ears.
“Well yeah, other than moms but I don’t remember that,” he said as he rose up and looked down at me. He added, “I’ll never forget these.” He stroked an index finger over a nipple. A jolt of sensation ran from there down to my pussy.
I wondered if I would ever be able to nurse a baby without having an orgasm. That would be terrible to be given an orgasm by your baby.
To be continued in Chapter IV. We Have Only Begun