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Dear friends,

I have come again. First of all, I really appreciate you all for your interest and comments.

Here is another tantalizing story. Have a nice reading.


CAUTION: The story has explicit sex scenes.





Bound to Boobs



Tony Sunkan

Cover picture: Pexel




(C) 2021




For some guys, there is something irrestitible about babes and boobs. Kola is a guy with the same notion. From Calista to other babes, he could simply not have enough of having ladies and sex.












One

It was a hectic day as usual. From the administrative building of Prime Setters University, I drove to the staff quarters. It was a short drive. I was privilege to have a mini apartment in one of the BQ to myself.

"Hi, sweetheart! I'm home!" I called as I walked through the front door.

The tiled floor of the new house glistened as I trod down the short hallway, passing the coat closet. I lifted the single-strap of my black leather messenger bag over my head, dumping the bag on the floor for convenient retrieval later. One clear thing about "work" compared to "going to school" was that "work" ended at a prescribed time, with no homework to complete nor exams to study for. I'd pick up the bag tomorrow morning on my way out the door.

I also started unbuttoning the long-sleeved black dress shirt I was wearing. I wasn't big on wearing such semi-formal attire, especially in warm June weather; but Madam Tessy insisted that I learn to be comfortable in professional clothing as preparation for a career in business. At least she let me roll up the sleeves.

But then my fingers suddenly lost their grip on the next button. I came to a dead stop in the archway to the living room. and my jaw dropped to the floor somewhere around the same place as my designer shoes.

"Welcome home, babe."

She was as beautiful as ever. More beautiful, in fact, because I knew that she was finally mine. After all our years growing up together from children into fully-formed adults, after the starts and stops and hiccups in our developing relationship, Calista and I had become the romantic couple we both always knew we would be. and the knowledge that my soulmate and I would be sharing the rest of eternity together filled me with a wonderful sense of bliss at the mere sight of her.

Of course, my jaw didn't drop every time I saw Calista. After all, I was rather accustomed to her beauty by now, so that the mere sight of my girlfriend no longer stopped me dead in my tracks. what had my mouth hanging open on this afternoon was my girlfriend's attire: my plain white button-down dress shirt, and except for her omnipresent 'Kola Forever' bracelet, not a single thing else.

It was a habit Calista had picked up at Dolapo's suggestion. my ex-girlfriend/adoptive-sister frequently went about the house wearing only a dress shirt and panties back when we were dating during our 'Johny just come' year. There were always a lot of shirts to choose from since I rarely wore them myself back in those days. Dolapo had told Calista how much I liked the attires in the wardrobe, and so my current girlfriend had adopted the same attire once we started living alone in this big house. For now, at least, it was just the two of us. Come late August our little sisters would be moving in to start their own college careers. I wondered if Calista's wardrobe would change when that happened; but in the meantime, I'd enjoy the view.

I especially enjoyed the view today. Calista usually wore panties along with the dress shirt. Calista also usually buttoned the shirt up. Neither was the case today. The jet black angel was reclining across the couch, my white dress shirt open from throat to tails, the cloth parted enough to the sides that she might as well have skipped the shirt entirely, for it did absolutely nothing to cover her body.

Calista's unbelievably firm and yet supple 34D tits thrust proudly into the open air, capped by erect pink nipples. Her slender torso tapered down to a flat tummy before flaring out to her pleasantly shaped hips. It was her long legs that gave her the boost to a 5'9" height, the right leg extending all the way to the end and off the front edge of the sofa. and her left leg was Kolat with the knee up, spreading her crotch open wide for my easy view.

Her viggy was no longer completely bare-shaven. She'd grown a perfectly manicured jet black rectangle of fuzz just above her slit, proving that the carpet matched the drapes. I knew it took more work to maintain the little landing strip than to just shave everything off, but I also thought it made my girlfriend look more mature, befitting her nearly 20-year age, no longer a little girl. and I couldn't help but notice that Calista was calling my attention down to that sweet sweetheartpot, hnewing open her own labia with two fingers, fingers and viggylips both glistening with moisture.

My stare then traveled back up Calista's body to her surpassingly beautiful face. Her lovely clear black eyes bored right at me with laser intensity, and were set off by dark eyeliner. Despite her dressed-down appearance, Calista was in full makeup, accentuating her cheekbones and pouty lips to look even more sensually alluring than normal. and when she finally spoke, her voice was both melodious like a songbird and hypnotically intoxicating like a siren.

"Welcome home, babe. I've been so lonely without you."

I desired to say something charming. I desired to sound witty and confident. But I just sort of squeaked.

No matter. Calista giggled and a mirthful smile crossed her face. The sensuously seductive vamp façade vanished, to be replaced by Calista's more n itatural adoring-girl-next-door look. She sat up and reached her arms out to me, and without thinking about it I approached her. She got to her feet and stood up straight, elevating onto her tip-toes to try and match my 6'0" height. and she wrapped her arms around my neck to hug me warmly and lean her head in for a sweet kiss.

This kiss didn't turn out to be exactly "sweet". Calista's state of dress had already accomplished its mission. I was rock-hard in my slacks, and the instant my girlfriend's half-naked body rubbed up against me, the sexual creature inside took over.

My hands dropped to Calista's perfect ass, grabbing a perky cheek in each palm as I lifted her off her feet and then more or less tackled her back onto the couch. Calista squealed as she fell through the air before landing on her back across the couch cushions, with me between her legs. I snarled as I turned my head and thrust my tongue into her mouth. and my hands were quickly opening up my belt and zipper as I franticallly worked to extract my turgid penis.

Calista moaned, "Oh, Kola" when my lips left hers to kiss my way down her neck. Her own hands scrabbled at the front of my shirt, trying to unbutton me. It was an ultimately futile effort. She never got the last three buttons done, period. But no matter; my shirt wasn't going to stop us from getting what we both desired.

The only thing in our way was my pants, and a few seconds later, both they and my boxers were around my knees. and Calista gasped as she felt my thick weapon nudging into her vaginal foray.


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Close your eyes, baby girl... I love the sounds you're making..."

Without a second thought, my eyes closed again and I tipped my head back, laying it on his shoulder and turning my face so my forehead nestled into his neck, just beneath his jawline. His lips pressed against my temple and I felt him smiling against my skin.

"Baby girl you're doing so well..."

Oga slipped a finger inside me and I arched my back a little, spreading my thighs and lifting my hips, inviting him in.

His palm rubbed against my clit, his finger inside me quickly finding that sweet, explosive spot and rubbing at a maddening pace.

Soft whimpering sounds poured out of my lips as I started panting, my mind blank as I gave in completely.

I half-expected him to make some comment, but he stayed quiet and kept playing with me. His right hand kneaded my breasts, rolling and tugging on my nipples occasionally.

Oga's hips pressed against my ass and I felt the hard bulge in his pants pressing against the back of my thigh. He began grinding on me, matching to my rhythm.

It was excitedly delirious. It was almost like we were dancing, like sex with our clothes on. The other girls in the dorms talked about sex, but nothing like this...

Suddenly, the blissful sensation withdrew as Oga pulled his finger out of me and moved his hand away from my sex. I groaned softly in disappointment, goosebumps rising along my hip as his chilled hand caressed over it.

I felt the moisture on his fingers as he rubbed over my skin, leaving a wet trail across my hip.
The man hooked his thumb into my shorts, tugging them down slowly.

My nerves had become so sensitive that I thought I could feel every thread in the fabric as it slid down my thighs, over my knees, and slipped off my calves and onto the floor.

My panties were next, and he removed them with the same, deliberate slowness, teasing me. As my panties joined my shorts and the other rumpled clothes on the floor, the hand on my breasts stilled and withdrew, caressing over my stomach instead.

This was different than before... More couple-y. My heart began beating harder, my nerves on fire.

Oga murmured in my ear again,
"Turn around, baby girl."

Nodding quietly, I lifted up on my elbow and turned, settling in to face him. His hands settled on both sides of my hips and he pulled me on top of him, hands sliding over my ass and down the backs of my thighs.



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He nibbled on my collarbone, biting softly and scraping his sharp canines gently over my flesh.

Goosebumps prickled over my skin, which was becoming more sensitive as he continued to tease it. The sound of his voice, close to my ear, back in the abandoned factory floated back into my memory,

“I could take you to pieces now if I wanted. Mind you, that’s what I will do. I will have you the way no man has ever done before.”

Oga's hand slid over my bra and he squeezed my left breast, his cold wrist pressed against my flesh over my racing heart. He was making it so hard to focus...

Why did he have to be so sexy...? The monster holding me to him was ruthless and willing to selfishly rape a girl because... What was his excuse... 'Because your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled.'

His left hand pressed against the apex between my legs, his palm rubbing against the seam of my shorts and pressing it against my clit, using the texture of the fabric to tease me and make me more sensitive.

My eyelids fluttered shut and I must've moaned because he sighed against my nape and began kissing harder, his tongue darting out occasionally and swirling over my searing flesh.

My skin was becoming sensitive enough that when a lock of hair shifted off my shoulder, I thought I felt each individual hair gliding lightly over my neck.

I quickly began to forget why I ever wanted to fight this... It was so good... I didn't have any experience with sex, but I'd never known someone could totally just... Take over your own body...

My bra slid up beneath my tank and I felt him tug gently on my nipple, rubbing it and rolling the sensitive peak as he pressed on my breast. As he continued, my brain was becoming muddled as the wonderful, pleasurable sensations became my focus.

There was something... I wasn't... Supposed to do... Something I told myself... Not to feel around him... Some way I was supposed to act... Or not let him have...What was it...?

My shorts were now unbuttoned and the fly unzipped, his hand slipping into my panties and his fingertips sliding into my folds, using just the right amount of pressure in just the right places.
Bleep it. Whatever it was, Bleep it... It was too good...

I realized I had been making soft mewling sounds from his touches and moving my hips in time with his hand. My eyelids fluttered open and his tongue curled around my earlobe, drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently before he murmured into my ear,

"Close your eyes, baby girl... I love the sounds you're making..."

Without a second thought, my eyes closed again and I tipped my head back, laying it on his shoulder and turning my face so my forehead nestled into his neck, just beneath his jawline.

His lips pressed against my temple and I felt him smiling against my skin.




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