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Working On Her Knobs 
by Radioman

   Being a well-built young lesbian, I've always admired other
women with large breasts. I'm sorry if that's sexist or
something, but a flat-chested girl does nothing for me. I
learned two things when I was little -- that I would have
big tits and that I would want to play with other women's
big tits. It's the way I am and more than one committed
feminist has gotten mad at me for being like that. What can
I say, except you must be jealous of my luscious breasts.

   I like very feminine make-up and apparel, heels, garters,
the whole nine yards. Dressed like this, I find it easy to
cruise for the type of woman that can give me satisfaction.
 
   My favorite woman's bar in New York City attracts many
lesbians who otherwise are indistinguishable from straight
women. We're not all short-haired cigar smoking dykes, far
from it. Often we're well-spoken, demure ladies, with a
certain class my less-frilly sisters have trouble
understanding.

   I use my breasts to get these types of lesbians to go to
bed with me. I'm not looking for a long-term relationship
at this point in my life. Sex is everything to me,
especially sex that involves the breasts.

   For example, last week I met a woman at the bar who
fulfilled all my fantasies. Her name was Helen and she had
a good position at a large international bank. When I
was done with her, she knew a few more positions, too. 
It was a hot summer night in New York. I'd gone cruising
for women wearing this thin pink knit job that hugs every
curve on my body. The front is very low cut and I don't
need to wear a push-up bra to accentuate my already ample
cleavage. White heels completed the picture. I like my
heels high to give my ass that certain something when I
walk.

   This evening I'd gone into the bar about as horny as I've
ever been, having just broken up with a tarty little college
girl. Sitting at a table by herself was Helen. She wasn't
smiling, which kind of turned me off. Grinning from
orgasms is the way I usually like my women. But there was a
gleam of sexual desperation in her eye that attracted me to
her. Her tits were very large and full, probably a 38 or
39C cup and the loose fitting blue silk top she wore over
white stretch pants did nothing to hide this.
 
   I walked over, not being shy, and asked her If I could
buy her a drink.

   "Why not, she said. "Everybody else in here has tried to
hit on me." Such malice. For shame.

   "That's because you have huge tits and everyone wants you
to fuck their clits with them." I believe in being direct.

   Since Helen was obviously the heavily closeted, mid-West
type, she'd probably never been exposed to a lesbian
guttermouth like myself before.

   "I could do wonders for your tits," I told her. "And you'd
have a field day with mine, too. Look at them. Aren't they
magnificent?"

   I leaned forward to give her a good look at my own D-
cuppers. I even ran my hand across my nipple to get it to
stick out through the material of my dress. Since I don't
wear a bra, all my little extras are readily visible.
 
   "You are a bold little thing," she told me.

   "I guess so. It's just that I"m horny as hell and you've
got the tits I need to satisfy me. Let's go back to my
place and fuck. I'll make you feel real good."
 
   Helen looked shocked, but intrigued. I rubbed my bare leg
against her pants and she didn't pull back. I knew I had
her then.

   Fifteen minutes later we were making out in the elevator of
my building. Helen had a firm tongue that felt like one of
the few cocks I've sucked. Big, long and wide like her
tits, it licked every inch of the inside of my mouth in the
time it took to go up the six stories. 
 
   We tumbled out into the hall, unable to let go of each
other. She'd already seen my pussy when I lifted my
dress during the ride up and put her hand on my bush. 
Making out in my hall was a no-no in this sedate building so
I managed to get us both over to my door, where we kept
kissing while I fumbled for the keys.

   We finally made it inside where we attacked each other like
the lesbian sluts we were. I lifted my dress over my head
and tossed it onto the floor. Helen gasped when she saw my
magnificent nakedness. I'm sort of a body double for
Marilyn Monroe. At least that's what people tell me. In
this day and age of anorexic models, a real women, all dyke
and shaped to kill, is a rarity. That's why I spend few
nights alone.

   I wouldn't be alone tonight, either. This babe needed
what I had. My hands traveled all over Helen's body, the
expensive materials of her clothes feeling so good. 
Helen responded to my caresses by saying, "Strip me. Get
my clothes off and do me, please. I need you."

   She bent over and sucked my left nipple in her mouth,
fluttering her tongue across it in a way that I love.

   While she did this, I managed to get her top and those
tight pants off. When she was bare, I retook the trip
around her body I had just completed. This time, without
her clothes, Helen's responses were even more intense. Lots
of writhing and moaning and juicing up of the pussy.

   She couldn't get her mouth off my nipple. It was like she
was glued there. In addition to the sucking, she held the
tit in both hands and gave me those special squeezes only a
woman can. I moaned and squirmed under her dykish
manipulations.

   I wanted her breasts. What a pair of fine melons this
woman had: big, pearly white knobs hanging off her rib
cage, They weren't flabby though; the meat was firm to
the touch. Each one must have weighed 10-15 pounds. I went
to work on them with my mouth, doing to Helen what she had
done for me. I sucked and squeezed, getting the nipples wet
and hard.
 
   Our tit attentions were only an appetizer for the main
course. I dragged her to my bedroom and flopped myself down
on my back. Spreading my legs I invited her to have me.

   Please, Helen," I begged, "do something special for me." 
I wanted my usual.

   "What, my baby," she replied, in voice husky from lust.

   "Fuck me, please. I need your tit in my cunt. Get down
here and rub my pussy with a big titty, please?"

   Helen got between my legs and grabbed a hold of her right
tit. Getting in close, she rubbed that nipple all over the
outside of my pussy. I could feel myself juice up on
anticipation of the grand finale.

   "Get that nipple in me," I semi-ordered.

   Helen teased my clit with her nipple. Seeing that she'd
have to let go of her big boob to do the job right, I
reached down and spread open my cunt lips for her access.
 She got the nipple right up in there and pushed.

   I kneaded her shoulders as she did this thing to me. Still
holding onto her knocker, she fucked away at my cunt. So
much meat was in contact with the pussy area that I felt
myself beginning to come already.

   "Fuck me. Hump your titty into me. Shove that big mam up
my cunt. Wet that nipple with my juices, really get it up
inside."

   Helen struggled away valiantly, trying to satisfy my
perverted desires.

   I came with a bang, moving around so much Helen had trouble
keeping that monster boob up against my pussy. I held her
shoulders, forcing her to stay put. I finished what was the
best come of the week and took a breath.

   Helen's tit was covered with my slit slime. I pulled her
close to me and sucked the moist nipple into my mouth. I
love the taste of my own cunt. I'll often jerk off for
hours, just dipping my fingers into the dampness of my
pussy, them lick the tangy juices off my hand. So my cunt
taste was nothing new to me. I cleaned her boobie
completely, leaving only a coating of my saliva on the white
flesh. Now it was Helen's turn to get off.

   "I want to make you come now, Helen. How do you like it? 
Should I suck your cunt? Do you want me to fist fuck you? 
Or should I piss all over your face while you jerk off. Say
it and I'll do it."
 
   Which of my offers would Helen except? The anticipation
always makes me wet as I try and guess what desires my lady
partner will have. Sometimes the most innocent-looking
types are the sickest. I once picked up a darling little
prep schooler who not only drank my piss straight out of my
cunt, but who also cleaned my asshole with her tongue after
she made me take a shit while squatting over a copy of the
newspaper her father published. That was one hell of a
date. Helen could be into anything. What would she want?

   "Oh, Marie, I feel so ashamed, but I need to have my
nipples hurt, really twisted up and tortured. Look at
them." Up close I realized that her titty tips did show
signs of extreme abuse. Little scars circled the aureoles
and nips had a strange length to them, as if they had almost
been pulled off. This could be fun. 
 
   I held her close to me and whispered in her ear as I
tongued it," Don't worry, darling Helen. I'll make you
feel so good you'll wet yourself."

   "That would be nice, huh? Maybe even wet all over you?,"
she replied while wiggling in anticipation.

    No problem there as far as I was concerned. I made Helen
get on her hands and knees on the bed, allowing her tits to
swing down. Using both hands I began lightly caressing her
all over, paying special attention to the hanging milk jugs.
 
   At first I was gentle, just brushing her skin. 
Occasionally I'd dip my hand into her pussy or even stick a
finger up her asshole. But it was always back to the tits. 
I began a series of nipple squeezes, each time applying
more pressure. A pussy check of the results showed an
increasing wetness in her twat. I was getting to this slut.
 
   As my squeezing pressure increased I could sense Helen was
really heating up. Her moans got louder and her cunt juice
was running down the insides of her thighs. I turned up
the heat and pinched her nipples mercilessly, grabbing the
points between my fingers and twisting them around.

   "Harder," she begged. "Don't stop there. I need more. 
Hurt me, please, my sweet girl. Make it hurt bad." Well,
she wanted it, she was going to get it.

   I pressed my thumb and fingers together so tight I thought
her nipple would pop open. She screamed but still asked
more. Time for a position change. I flipped her onto
her back, sat on her belly, and grabbed two handfuls of
titty. Rolling the big mounds around on her chest, I
couldn't believe how far they would stretch from their
original position. This woman had been worked over but
good.

   I dragged her knobs down her belly, then up to her
shoulders and almost around her back. No matter how far I
pulled them, she never said stop. Since she was so into
pain I slapped her face. Her hips gave an involuntary jump
and I knew I was on to something. With my left hand I
kneaded her left tit as if it were an inanimate object
incapable of feeling. With my right hand I kept slapping
her, not too hard to start but gradually increasing the
force of my blows. Helen responded by tilting her head
back so that I'd have a better better shot. Wham! Wham! 
She was beginning to frighten me. Would I have to kill her
to make her happy?

   "Hit me. Please. Don't stop. It feels so good. Argh,
uh, oh, ooh." Helen made inarticulate noises like a
mistreated animal. I told her what a whore she was and she
agreed: "I am a whore, a dyke whore, a filthy cuntsucking
slut. I need cunt, I need pain. Hurt me bitch, you
fucking shit. Hurt me!!!!"

   My own cunt leaked gallons of twat slime all over her
smooth belly. I began sliding myself up and down while I
continued my other chores. I'd switch hands and tits,
varying the point of attack. Helen took it all while
moaning eternal love for me. I didn't want that. I just
wanted to make her cum.

   Gradually I worked my bottom backwards toward her pussy.
 I grabbed her hands in mine and swung my leg over hers so
that our snatches were bumping against each other.

    It was time for her orgasm. I set up a grinding motion
with our twats, the soaked pubic hairs roughly grating
together. Leaning over, I got a nipple in my mouth and
clamped down hard. Lifting my head after this vicious bite,
I verbally abused her.
 
   "You like this pain, don't you? You're a cheap lesbian
slut who needs to be hurt, to be damaged, to be humiliated,
aren't you? I should have a big black guy come over and
fuck you up the ass while bull dyke lesbians piss on your
face."

   "Yes, yes. I want it all, everything you said. Oooh!"

   Bucking furiously, I bit down on the nip again until it
seemed like I'd go right through the flesh. Helen pushed
her cunt into mine with a renewed ferocity. My tongue
fluttered on the trapped nipple as we humped our pussies
like mad woman. Helen was getting close to blowing her
load so I bit down on the nipple even harder and rubbed our
cunts until bone was grinding.

   Like an epileptic having a fit, Helen came. Convulsively,
insanely, screaming filth like I never heard before. She
offered to eat my shit, to suck my menstrual fluid, to take
an enema of my piss, even to have old winos jerk their cum
all over her body while she licked their assholes clean. 
The more degrading her talk became, the more her orgasm
intensified. There must have been at least ten big cums in
her pussy.

   This chick was twisted, but that's what I liked about her. 
I thought I'd be getting a simple titty tickle and here we
were acting out this entire psychodrama just to help the
woman get off.

   Finally it was over. I had come again but that seemed
insignificant to what Helen had been through. We cuddled up
and kissed and I gently soothed her savaged breasts with
delicate touches of my finger tips.

   "Oh, Marie," Helen said, "I could love you. Could you love
me?"

   It was time to break her heart, which, after what I'd done
to her tits, didn't seem so bad.

   "No, Helen. We can never be together on any kind of
permanent basis. I'm too much of a slut for that. 
Still, I want you to come over now and then and I'll 
take care of you. Is that OK?"

   "If that's all there'll ever be between us, I guess I'll
have to accept that. But I love you. I really do." What a
pitiful woman this Helen was.
   
   We kissed and we hugged some more, then I fell into a
dreamless sleep. In the morning she was gone. I never
heard from her again.

                                                                          
                    
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