Nighttime seemed kinder to Julie. She didn’t have the feelings of discomfort that daytime had given her, and she didn’t feel the horniness…at first.
The more she walked, the worse it got. She began thinking about the black-haired woman again, this time without the pretense of clothes on either of their parts. The mysterious woman…there was something familiar about her, but what?...played with Julie’s breasts for hours, rubbing and pinching and licking and sucking the nipples as she crushed her tit flesh. All the while, she slowly, torturously fingered Julie’s clit, keeping her teetering on the precipice of orgasm for a seeming eternity.
Julie found herself playing with her aching breasts and sore nipples through her shirt, then under her shirt as she tried to keep moving. Her crotch was getting wet again, and she felt like she was nearing an orgasm, but she hadn’t even toughed her clit. She didn’t want to; touching her tits felt soooo good…
She gave up walking, and didn’t even care about finding shelter this time. She squatted by the side of the road, moaning as she played with her nipples and rubbed her thighs together. She was almost praying for someone to find her, so they could suck on her nipples and fuck her senseless. Hell, she’d straddle a cactus at this point if it’d get her off.
Her breasts ached worse, but Julie couldn’t stop herself from touching them. She felt the heightened sensitivity returning, especially in her nipples. They were lengthening, thickening, like external clits. Her breasts were expanding, too, already becoming a cup size larger, and getting bigger. She felt them poking through her shirt, stretching the fabric, and she tried to yank the top off before it was too late.
Her hands were pinned beneath the material by her own lust and her expanding flesh. She felt the shirt tear in the middle as she screamed like a banshee from her first ever tits-only orgasm, and let her top be destroyed by her tits, twice their normal size and impossibly firm and sensitive. She pulled a nipple to her mouth to suck, and felt like she was going down on herself. She came again and again, her thoughts becoming more lustful and lewd with every clench of her vaginal muscles.
She remained by the side of that deserted road for countless hours, carelessly pleasuring her changed body, until…
Wed May 1 08:07:30 2002