Jumping Boobs Novels & Stories

He knew how to thrust into me. My son was still on his knees as he thrust his cock in and out of me. I felt my body jumping with each shock of his hips pounding into me. My breasts jumped up and down lewdly on my chest. My nipples still ached, especially the one that had never found its way into my son's mouth. My two hands rose up, grasping at my own breasts. I let my fingers sink into the flesh, kneading it.

He looked like he wanted to pounce on me instantly but couldn’t so he was struggling. I rushed up to my room and quickly undressed. I stared at the mirror and noticed that my boobs ahead gotten bigger and they were plump. Squeezing a little, milk poured from my breast and I heard a groan. I turned around and saw Daddy Jake Standing at the door. Surprised I rushed to pick up my clothes to cover myself but he smirked and approached me like a predator would a prey. He got closer and I caught a whiff of his cologne. He removed the clothes I was using to cover myself and exhaled when they fell on the ground. My nipple hardened and my heart began to race as he cupped my boobs and squeezed them.

She was light in my arms, her breasts bouncing wildly as I rode her up and down against the wall. She cried out, shaking on my cock. I plunged with my hips, bringing her down harder and faster. Her thin bra top shifted and rode up until her breasts spilled out completely. Huge, round, and perfect, her areolas a dark, mesmerizing shade of pinkish-brown. I leaned down, wrapping my tongue around one hard nipple.

Whose leg is this? It’s so thin and small that I almost didn’t recognize it was a leg. I followed the root of the leg with my eyes, and realized something so absurd. “No way…” I mumbled. This can’t be possible… I lifted my hands and placed it in front of me. And that’s when I realize that… “Where’s my boobs?!” Wait! This can’t be happening! I knew my chest wasn’t that big and bouncy, but I still have them! Even though they just look like humps, it’s still considered as boobs! But it’s all gone now!

I looked his way, and he raised his eyebrows, nodding toward my chest. Looking down, I let out a little squeal and hastily let go of my breast. The damp spot on my right breast was no longer a spot. My shirt was straight up soaked. Like, literally drenched. Dripping, even. I must have been pushing the milk out by squeezing my tit that way. I didn't have time to be embarrassed before reflex took over. I jumped up from the couch and turned toward the hallway.

I looked his way, and he raised his eyebrows, nodding toward my chest. Looking down, I let out a little squeal and hastily let go of my breast. The damp spot on my right breast was no longer a spot. My shirt was straight up soaked. Like, literally drenched. Dripping, even. I must have been pushing the milk out by squeezing my tit that way. I didn't have time to be embarrassed before reflex took over. I jumped up from the couch and turned toward the hallway.

I’ll have to take off my sports bra. I nod, taking off my clothes, folding it nicely, just thinking about what Axel said last week. She helps me into the jumpsuit. It’s a little big. Since my boobs are bigger now, so it’s popping out, everywhere. I cringe when I look at myself in the mirror. She fixes. It looks better around the waist. But my breasts are still popping out everywhere. “Do you want to go show them?” Sarah my consultant asks. I look at myself. “It’s nice but my breasts aren’t looking good in it. I’ll pass rather.” I tell her.

she said. She whipped the bra off and freed her breasts with a nice bounce. Before Grayson could tell her how improper she was being, or how she had no self- respect, she was already going at a nice pace on the jump rope. It had driven men fucking wild at the club. Something about naked, jiggling titties got them every time. And the billionaire proved no different.

Justin rumbled deeply. As she unclipped her bra, her breasts surged forward without any real sag. She pulled it off assuredly knowing that her boobs were possibly her best features, large and plump and creamy-skinned with high and relatively small red nipples. Within seconds she had taken off her thong and stood hands on hips ready for Justin's inspection. "Is my body OK?" she asked, Justin stood and walked around her awkwardly, carefully studying her beautiful figure. "Are those breasts real? They seem too good to be true," he said incredulously.

she shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin as hesitantly pulled her hands off of herself. "Needless to say, having my bre*sts played with is usually enough to get me off. When a man gets his hands on these," she began, sauntering towards me, her fleshy boobs jiggling with every step. "or his mouth" she whispered, leaning over the bed, her bre*sts hanging down, her boobs jiggling, their immense size again threatening the tensile strength of her bra.