Breast Stimulation

"Are you OK with helping me?" I asked.

"Yeah. Never mind me. You go for it. To steal a phrase from you, 'it's a guy thing'."

I went through 240 and then 260 before sanity returned and I decided to give myself a break. I was pretty sure I would not tear a muscle, or if I did, that I could fix it immediately, but I wanted to get the benefit of the workout, not set a new record for the womens' 48kg class. As I sat up for the last time, Jim was looking at me funny again.

"What?" I asked.

"Jeez. You aren't even sweating." I lifted an arm to check my pit. I was dry as a bone. I de-tranced. I felt refreshed and energized. "You could keep going, couldn't you?" Jim asked.

"Unhunh." I admitted.

"Holy shit. I knew you were strong... but... jeez. You're strong!"

"Yeah. Jim, sit." Jim sat.

"Yes, ma'am." He said.

I looked into his eyes. To say he had discovered a new level of respect for me would be a mild way of putting it.

"Jim, are you going to be OK with this? I would really appreciate your help, but if this is going to freak you out, I can do it alone."

"No! I'm good. Really." He paused for a bit to collect his thoughts. "I just. I mean." He paused again. "Last night you were great! I was so impressed. Then we started talking this superhero stuff, and I thought it was great. I just didn't take it seriously, you know? I thought it was just talk — a put-on. But it wasn't, was it? You really are a superhero?"

"Not yet, Jim. Not yet. But I'm working on it. And I need you to help me." I went over and sat on his lap. I leaned against him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Please hold me?" I asked. He put both arms around me. We sat for a while and after a bit I felt him relax. Soon, he started stroking my back. Then he kissed my forehead. He sighed and hugged me.

"I'm OK now." He said. "Thanks. This is just getting a little strange."

"I'm afraid it's going to get worse before it gets better, Jimbo." I smiled at him. "Things are certain to get a lot stranger before we're through with this."

"Sam, I promise I will help you in any way I can. You can rely on me, OK."

"OK. That's good to know." There was something else I wanted to ask, but I wasn't sure how to put it. Jim must have sensed it.

"Was there something else you wanted to talk about?" He said.

"Well, I'm curious. That smile... I was wondering if you could show me what you did to put that smile on her face."

"Oh." He said, "Stand up and I'll show you. First she opened her blouse..." I stood in front of him. My breasts were just level with his face. I pulled the short t-shirt up over my breasts.

"... and I took my hands and cupped her breasts like this." He took my breasts in each hand. His grip was firm, but gentle. He pulled me closer. I could feel his breath on my nipple as he pulled my breast to his lips.

"... I licked it like this." He slowly licked the whole nipple with one broad swipe of his tongue. I felt a tingle shoot through me as the rough part of his tongue scraped across my sensitive flesh.

"... and I sucked it like this." He pursed his lips like he was about to blow a bugle. He tightened his grip on my breast, like he thought I might try to get away. Then he pulled the nipple to his lips.

He slowly sucked my nipple into his mouth through his pursed lips. I could feel it deforming into a thin cone as it was drawn in. It felt like it was being sucked down a straw. The feeling of being sucked in was intense. It was like he wanted to get the whole breast into his mouth through his pursed lips. When no more of me could be sucked in, he stepped up the suction and started to lick the part of me inside his mouth. He was so demanding and his mouth was so strong that I almost swooned with pleasure at the feeling.

I leaned my head back and bit my lip as the intense feeling that was not quite pain melted into pure pleasure. I shuddered and gave a little squeak. I pulled the t-shirt off and tossed it over the barbell. He changed to sucking in slow pulses, drawing more of me into his mouth each time. It was wonderful. I felt my breast responding to the demand on it by becoming warm and swelling with milk. Shortly, I felt the hot fluid flow from my breast into his mouth and I moaned low in my throat.

Jim never missed a beat. He kept the same steady sucking pace as before, even though he was having to swallow about every second time, now. I dropped my hands to my sides and let him have complete control of my breasts.

After a couple of minutes, he let my nipple slip back out of his mouth. It was swollen from the workout he had given it and it was bright red. He licked it again with the back of his tongue. This time the rough feeling made me shiver. He pulled my other breast to his lips and I knew my other nipple was in for the same treatment.

Instead of taking the other nipple immediately he paused. I felt it swell in anticipation and my breast was already beginning to produce milk as well. When the swelling became an ache, I said "Please. Do it." He quit torturing me and began to suck on my other nipple as well. When he had it halfway into his mouth I came. I had no idea that I could cum from breast stimulation alone, so it was a shock to me. I managed to keep my legs under me, but my arms jerked and dangled at my sides and my head dropped back on my neck. Jim had such a firm grip on my breasts that I felt like he could hold me up by them alone.