Jim stood up and looked at her breast. “My god, they
are beautiful,” he muttered. Alyssa didn’t blush at
this comment. She knew she had perfect breast, they
were the size of grapefruits, and slightly curved up.
Her areola was the size of quarter and pink, her
nipples were large, sticking out even when not aroused.
Jim lifted the feather up slowly and moved it towards
Alyssa’s tit. “No!” She yelled.

He brushed the feather ever so lightly over her nipple.
It betrayed her immediately. Alyssa’s nipple started to
grow erect. This prompted Jim to stroke her nipple over
and over with the feather. Alyssa jerked wildly as she
tried to escape the exquisite torture of the feather.
Alyssa grew flush as the torture continued. “No,” she
thought, “I will never give in. I won’t climax in front
of these men.”

The tortured continued, causing her breast to quiver
and strain. This in turn caused her areola to widen.
Her nipples throbbed as they grew more erect. Alyssa
couldn’t help herself; her legs started to move up and
down in an effort to relieve the itch that began at her
nipples and now centered between her legs. Her cunt
lips swelled and parted. Her clitoris appeared there,
purple and trembling.

“When you’re fucking me in your mind how do we do this part?” he flushed deeply and looked away from her body. “What? Do you give me a facial? Like in the porns?” he nodded but still she persisted. “Or maybe you come in me, in my cunt?” she crowed and leaned on his heaving stomach. “Do you cream pie your baby sister big brother?” she taunted. Those words pushed him past his iron control that the Marine Corps had drilled into him from boot camp on…