Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... No tax, no foul, right?"

The tiny additions transformed the look even with a shirt over the top and suddenly she looked like a Hollywood vamp. It was a perfect fit and she could barely make out the bra straps; for the first time in her life it looked like she had big boobs.

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Soon it was time to go home.

On the final evening she took a last trip up the mountain, by now confident enough to leave her clothes stashed near to the road and enjoy the freedom and cool air on her nude body as she ran up the hill in the starlight. Relishing the burn from her thighs as she powered up the steep slopes, leaping over the streams and gullies on the way.

When she reached the ridge-top she greeted the screeching bugs and viewed the land where men slaved away all day and all night unknowing of a bare lady on the hilltop.

For the last time she settled down against her tree and touched herself. It didn't take long for her body to respond and soon she was on her way.

When it came, as she knew it would, it was as overwhelming as ever. All the world was blotted out for an intense, glorious period, followed by the moment of clarity of perception.

She had never been religious but this was like some spiritual awareness. Surrounded by wild untamed nature, clothed only by the blue-grey light that had travelled for millions of years across space, ears filled with the sounds of creatures living their lives as they had done for millennia. One mosquito had a slightly higher ...

... call than the rest, another had a different note that came and went. To her side was a gentle murmur of breathing. Inhalation, exhalation.

There was someone hiding in the shadows, watching.

She was certain. The sound was gentle, almost drowned out by the chatter of wildlife but it was there. It wasn't Sharon; she was back at the ranch. She was being spied upon.

She launched herself to the side and caught hold of an arm. Swiftly she pushed it back and sideways, just as the person instinctively recoiled.

The person grunted as she landed on top of him, it was a man's voice. Her legs entwined around his body, embracing and capturing him as a spider catches a fly. She locked her ankles and crushed his waist with her powerful thighs, with her arms around his head, chest against his face. With an added wrist-lock for good measure, her prisoner was helpless and gasping for breath.

She easily overpowered him, her legs alone being enough to prevent his ribs from operating normally. She squeezed even harder and his breath was forced out through his lips against her chest making a comedy fart sound.

He now stopped struggling and was clearly losing consciousness, so she relaxed her grip to allow some oxygen to get through. It might be inconvenient if he died. He gasped for air and tensed up once more, so she clamped down again until she could hear his ribs creaking.

She leaned back, so that her breasts moved away from his face and she could see him in the dim monochrome ...