Kinky lesbian trio
I’d always been glad I didn’t have Lisa’s problem. She’s quite flat
you see: a body like a stick. She’s really quite attractive, with a
pretty face framed by short brown hair. Being a little below average
height, she reminds you of a sprite or something.
In fact, I think men like Lisa like that (well, some of them
anyway), but that didn’t stop her from worrying. She’d tell me how
lucky I am. I guess I’d have to say I am lucky–my breasts are
adequate. In fact, they are more than adequate: they’re a little
larger than normal and I’ve realized for a long time that they really
couldn’t be much better. They are well-shaped and they don’t sag a
bit and if they were any larger they would.
Lisa and I sometimes talked about our breasts–we’d worked together
for four years and had gotten pretty comfortable talking personally.
She’d sometimes mention how she’d seen this man or that man checking
out my chest. I could see the envy in her face. In fact, I saw
*her* sometimes look at my breasts. When we met in the morning, I’d
sometimes see her eyeing them. I thought about that once in a while
and wondered a little about her. Maybe she was *attracted* to my
breasts. A woman! I thought a little about what it would be like to
take off my top and bra and show them to her. Would her eyes remain
glued to them like men’s do the first time? I certainly wondered
about what was going on in that head of hers.
“Now I’ll look *really* flat!” she complained one day. The office
had just hired a new woman named Beth, who was larger than I was.
She did have that look that would attract men when she wore clothes,
but I could tell she wouldn’t look so good without a bra. Lisa
didn’t seem to realize this and seemed always in awe of Beth’s chest.
Many mornings, she commented to me on how Beth’s chest looked and she
actually told me that now *I* knew how *she* felt! I told her that
Beth had the kind of chest that probably didn’t look as good when she
was undressed.
“Really? You could be right–I wouldn’t know. Are you saying your
breasts don’t sag when *you* are undressed?”
“Actually, they don’t.” Though this wasn’t our first frank
conversation, for some reason it was making me a little uncomfortable.
“But she *does* look so great in clothes!” I didn’t answer her. I
wondered what had gotten into her about Beth’s breasts.
Then one day, after lunch, Lisa stopped in my office. “They *don’t*
sag.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Beth’s breasts. We’ve been going swimming during lunch break and
today I saw her undressed. They don’t sag a bit!” This was a little
strange. It seemed more and more like Lisa had a thing about breasts.
Had she been doing the swimming just for the opportunity to check out
Beth?
“Oh, I’ll bet they sag a little. Being that large, they must.”
“Nope. Not a bit. They look just about perfect.” That night, for
some reason I thought about Lisa and Beth’s breasts. I got up in the
middle of the night, turned on the light in the bathroom, lifted my
nightgown and stared at my breasts. Lisa said Beth’s were bigger and
didn’t sag a bit.
And that they were perfect. I stared.
“You could come swimming with us.” The following day, Lisa wanted me
to see for myself!
“I didn’t bring my suit.”
“Well, bring it tomorrow.” This was crazy. Even crazier: I brought
it. I noticed Beth that morning. As always, her breasts looked,
well, big.
Men would like that look. As long as she was dressed. And
according to Lisa, when she was undressed too.
“You’re coming along?” asked Beth when I joined them for swimming
when lunch break started.
“Sure!”
“Why?”
“I just thought I’d see how I like a swimming break.”
“You never did before.” She was acting a little bit nosy.
“No.”
“Come on, let’s go,” inserted Lisa.
“You just started wanting to swim today,” said Beth. She seemed to
insist on continuing the conversation.
“Yes. Is there anything wrong with that?” I was getting annoyed.
“Did you want to get a look at my breasts, like Lisa?” she asked. I
stood there like a statue. You could have knocked me over with a
feather. Lisa had this look of shock on her face. “That’s it, isn’t
it?” she went on, “well, you can have your look at them right now.”
She started unbuttoning her blouse, right there in her office! Lisa
still hadn’t said a word and I still felt speechless. She just kept
unbuttoning and soon had the blouse off and then unhooked her bra.
Lisa was right. Exactly right. Big as they were, they didn’t sag
even a tiny bit. No implants either as far as I could tell. I
couldn’t believe how they looked. She’d have men eating out of her
hand looking like that. I never would have believed it.
“You two have had your jollies–I’m going swimming,” she finally
said, putting her bra back on. I went back to my office and shut the
door and sat at my desk in a daze. I couldn’t believe she’d done
that! And I’d just stared like a high-school boy or something! How
could she *do* that? I wasn’t feeling hungry and certainly wasn’t
going swimming. I sat and brooded.
I couldn’t stay and face Lisa and Beth after lunchtime. I claimed
to be sick and headed home. I actually did feel sick–or at least
like my heart was in my throat. What did Beth think of me, acting
like that? How could I face her? I took off my blouse and bra and
stared at myself in the mirror. She’d looked so much better than me.
I couldn’t get the sight of her out of my memory.
I *had* to face her in the morning. I went in. I didn’t say
anything at all to Lisa. I couldn’t look at her long but I think she
looked nervous. I’d see Beth while we were working. We’d *have* to
face each other. We’d pretend the incident never happened–there was
no other way.
She came in my office right after I brought back my coffee.
“Avoiding me?” she asked.
I didn’t know what to do. “Beth, I…” I started the sentence and
stopped, not knowing what I was going to say.
“Are you *afraid* of me?” she asked. “Of my breasts?”
“No,” I gulped.
“You’re acting like it. Or they affected you somehow.” Then she
started unbuttoning her blouse again! I stared at her fingers
undoing each button. She stood there watching me. She took the
blouse off and put it on my desk. Then she unhooked her bra again.
Then there they were. I was surprised again at how beautiful they
looked.
“What do you think of them?” she asked. I didn’t answer. I was
staring.
“They seem to leave you speechless,” she went on. She walked up to
where I was sitting. They were so close. She took hold of my head
and pulled it towards her left breast. I took it in my mouth and
started sucking. “So you *do* like them, don’t you?” she went on. I
just sucked.
“Suck on it hard. You’ll never see better.” They were so perfect,
and I was sucking on them. We didn’t move for what seemed like
hours. Finally she took my head between her hands and held it away
from her breast. She tilted my head up ’til I was facing hers and
she looked down at me.
“Now do you admit they are better than yours?”
“Yes.” I sort of squeaked my reply.
“There’s no comparison, is there?” she said. She reached down and
squeezed my left nipple through my blouse and bra.
“No.”
“OK, suck!” she answered and pulled my head to her right breast. I
sucked and sucked and never wanted to stop. Finally she drew my head
away again. Lisa was in the room! Beth put on her bra and blouse,
looking at me the whole time. I just sat there in my desk chair,
staring at her.
After she had her blouse straight, she and Lisa left together. Beth
had her hand on Lisa’s rear as they walked out the door. She glanced
at me over her shoulder as they went out of sight. I saw a slight
smile.
They often come in my office in the morning. I kneel in front of
them.
During lunch break, they’re back and I kneel in front of them naked.
Lisa likes to feel my breasts as I kneel, standing in front of me,
looking down at me. Beth likes me to lick her vagina–she’ll
sometimes have me lay on my back while she straddles my head. She’ll
take off her blouse and bra while I watch. She’ll have Lisa suck on
her breasts while I kneel and watch. She kisses me too sometimes.
She likes to pinch my nipples while she kisses me. She has me make
myself come while she does this.