Late one evening, I was sprawled out on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across my living room. My earlier orgasm had left me sated but not completely satisfied. There was still a persistent thrum in my clit, a low ache that refused to be ignored. I shifted slightly, my big tits brushing against the fabric of my loose shirt, and I felt a sharp pang of need shoot straight to my core. Fuck it, I thought, tossing the remote aside. I wasn’t going to let this feeling go to waste.
I reached up, pulling off my shirt in one smooth motion. My DD-cup breasts spilled free, heavy and full, my nipples already stiff from the slight friction of the fabric. I leaned back against the arm of the couch, letting my legs fall open slightly, my smooth pussy lips glistening faintly under the dim light. My fingers moved to my nipples almost instinctively, pinching and rolling them between my fingertips. A soft sigh escaped my lips as the sensation sparked through me, electric and sharp.
“Mmm, fuck,” I murmured to myself, my voice low and husky. I kept my eyes on the TV, but my focus was entirely on the way my nipples were responding to my touch. They were so sensitive, each tiny movement sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. I flicked one nipple with my thumb, then pinched it harder, feeling a rush of wetness between my thighs. God, I love how my nipples feel when they’re this hard, I thought, biting my lip as I switched to the other one.
I started to play with them more aggressively, tugging and twisting, my breath coming quicker as the pleasure built. My other hand drifted down to my pussy, my fingers sliding easily through the slickness there. I didn’t touch my clit, though. I wanted to see how far I could take this with just my nipples. I focused on them, alternating between gentle strokes and sharp tugs, my hips starting to rock slightly against the couch cushions.
The sensation was intoxicating, and I could feel my body responding, my pussy growing even wetter as I worked my nipples. My breathing was shallow now, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I edged closer to that elusive nipple orgasm. I’d never quite managed to achieve it before, but I was determined tonight. I pinched both nipples at once, rolling them between my fingers as a moan slipped past my lips.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. My thighs were quivering, my pussy throbbing with every pulse of pleasure that radiated from my nipples. I could feel myself getting so close, that familiar tightness coiling deep inside me, but it was just out of reach. I tried to push myself over the edge by squeezing harder, twisting and pulling with desperate urgency, but it wasn’t enough. The orgasm hovered just beyond my grasp, taunting me.
I let out a frustrated groan, my hands dropping away from my nipples as I slumped back against the couch. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling. My nipples were sore now, but the ache between my legs was even more insistent.
I couldn’t stop here. I needed release.
My hand slid back down to my pussy, my fingers slipping easily through the slick folds. I teased myself for a moment, running my fingers along the outer lips before finally brushing against my clit. A sharp gasp escaped me as the sensation shot through me like a lightning bolt. “Yes, yes, fuck,” I moaned, circling my clit with quick, deliberate motions.
The tension that had been building in my body exploded almost instantly, my hips bucking off the couch as I rubbed myself furiously. My clit was swollen and sensitive, each touch sending waves of bliss coursing through me. I could still feel that insistent itch deep inside. My fingers dipped lower, sliding into my pussy with ease as I started to fuck myself in earnest. The sensation was delicious, my walls gripping my fingers tightly as I pumped them in and out.
“Fuck, yes, aahh” I moaned, my head falling back against the couch. I added a second finger, stretching myself open as I continued to thrust into my soaking wet pussy.
My other hand went back to my clit, rubbing it in frantic circles as I chased that sweetly pulsating release. The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me, my breaths coming in short, frantic gasps. I could feel my pussy pulsing, the wetness coating my fingers as I tipped over into orgasm. It was intense, overwhelming, every nerve in my body alight with ecstasy as I came hard.
Epic fail regarding the nipple orgasm, but I’ll get there eventually. And when I do, of course I’ll let you read all about it!
