Titjobs Trump Pussy: Kaya's Nipple Awakening
I often wondered if, even in this all-ages world, getting a raging hard-on for tits wasn't some kind of complex. Maybe breasts are better than pussy for handling lust. Sure, sticking it in a pussy feels like an instinctive drive for reproduction, but getting pleasured by tits is purely about raw sexual release—nothing else. It's more intense than jerking off and freer than actual sex, with zero responsibility.
Doing something that fucking hot with the tits of a virgin who's never even seen a proper erection? That's gotta be hornier than straight-up sex.
"Like this? Is this okay?"
"Y-Yeah, perfect. You're doing great."
Her massive breasts enveloped my thick cock. In terms of sheer bounce, they outdid even Enol, the best I'd felt so far. The weight pressing in from both sides made my whole body shudder, like my life force was already getting sucked out.
These were tits made for milking cock. Hell, calling them a pussy of fat wouldn't be wrong—the grip, the abundance.
"Like this... sliding up and down...?"
Her clumsy motions, shaking those tits every which way, were more than enough to make my dick happy. Hah, I'd just blown one load earlier, and here I was, rock-hard again. Was this the legendary succubus tittyfuck machine in action?
"Ehehe, it's twitching like crazy inside~ Twitching twitching~ Twitching twitching~"
Squelch, squelch.
Pre-cum started beading at my tip, mixing into her cleavage. Using it as lube, her movements picked up speed, and my idle hands began to tremble.
Aah, this is torture. Just watching while these perfect tits service my cock?
"Hah, Kaya!"
"Y-Yes? What's... Eek!?"
My fingers clamped onto her nipple. She jolted in surprise, staring at me, but now that I'd grabbed it, letting go would be a crime.
"Just keep going."
"O-Okay... like this...?"
Her tits started moving again—nipples pinched in my grip, tugged up and down with each stroke.
"N-Ngh..."
Was the unfamiliar sensation hurting a bit? Her eager hands slowed, the pressure around my cock loosening.
But with my arousal maxed out, cumming was no problem.
Spluuuurt!
White ropes erupted like lava from a volcano, flooding her cleavage. When I pulled out, sticky strands bridged the gap between my spent cock and her tits—like a reminder of where it'd been nestled.
Hah, if this were a real pussy, she might've gotten knocked up. Why can't tits impregnate?
"Y-You came again... inside..."
She stared at the cum on her chest, face flushing red. Like she was embarrassed by the situation. Yet she cupped her breasts modestly— a far cry from flaunting them earlier.
"Kaya? Why cover your...?"
"W-Wait! D-Don't look right now!"
She spun away, arms over her chest. Something was up. I probed gently.
"Are you... embarrassed?"
Had this titjob awakened sexual shame? That could complicate things.
She glanced nervously. "S-Seeing myself like this... it's kinda embarrassing..."
"Your breasts?"
"N-No, not that..."
Not the tits? Then what?
"Th-The tips..."
"Tips?"
"...My nipples. They're embarrassing."
"..."
Tits fine, nipples not? What logic was this? She'd shown them off before—why the sudden change mid-tittyfuck?
"Kaya, could you uncover for a sec?"
This might be an "abnormality" by their standards. Her hands shook as she hesitated.
"Uncover? That's..."
"I might be able to fix whatever's wrong."
"...Y-Yeah, maybe. You have that different thing other guys don't..."
Jackpot—she bought it. Heart pounding, I watched her hands fall away.
The sight of her nipples hit me like a truck. I gasped involuntarily.
"Gah! Th-That's..."
"R-Right? My nipples are all stiff and poking out like this..."
Holy shit. Had she cum just from me tweaking them? In a world without masturbation, awakening her own erogenous zones? Impressive.
But seeing those rock-hard nips while she blushed in shame? A whole new level of depraved thrill surged through me.
"Ugh, this is so weird, right? If the villagers saw, they'd tease me. Even milking the cows, they don't get this hard and long... An unmarried girl like this? They'd think it's strange."
No real shame, just embarrassment at being different. Her glances my way screamed this started after you showed up.
"Ever since you touched my breasts before, it's been happening sometimes..."
Ah, when I mistook her for a milkmaid and groped her. Just that sparked her sensitivity.
Fuck, I can't waste this.
"Kaya, mind if I touch them?"
"H-Huh? Touch what?"
"Your nipples."
"M-My nipples? Why...?"
"Who knows. Maybe squeezing them like mine will make 'em go down."
In my world, bullshit. Here? Plausible enough.
She pondered, eyeing her stiff nips. "Hmm... I've just waited 'em out before, but if it keeps happening... Yeah, it'd be a hassle. Especially if it swells up in front of people..."
"Then come here."
"O-Okay... Please be gentle."
Perfect—legal access to those tits. I laid her on the bed, hands hovering greedily.
"Relax... Deep breaths."
"Suuuh, haaah. Suuuh, haaah..."
She obeyed, eyes closing. I groped slowly, savoring the marshmallow heft. Cow-like yet perfectly human-shaped—ideal for kneading.
But target: the tips. Her shameful secret.
"Ngh...!"
A lewd moan escaped as I pinched. Her limbs twitched—she was sensitive.
I twisted both nipples. Her face crumpled.
"Ah, ngh, haa... ♥"
She's feeling it. This virgin, from her tits no less. My hands did this. Triumph surged; I leaned in, teeth grazing a nipple.
It quivered under my sharp bite, hardening longer—like a perfect bottle nipple.
"Hah, ngh. Ch-Chad... You're not a baby, sucking like...!"
Slurp, smooch.
"Ah, aah, aaang~ ♥"
Hah, this virgin bitch's moans are getting sluttier. Unlike basic girls, she's got potential.
Sucking harder, she trembled, arching her back, panting.
"A-Ah, s-Something's, rising, something's coming up~~ ♥♥"
First orgasm incoming. No missing it—I twisted hard.
Her back bowed like a bowstring, legs splaying. Clear, sticky fluid trickled from between her thighs.
"Haa, ngh, haa... ♥"
Limp post-climax, I released her tits, watching.
She recovered after a bit.
"Kaya, how do you feel?"
"Kinda... fuzzy... Like after drinking, but good...?"
No wariness—first climax reviewed positively. But worry lingered.
"D-Did it come out?"
Her innocent assumption: built-up stuff caused the erection.
I nodded, hand sliding to her crotch.
"It did. Just not from your tits."
"Huh? Not tits then...?"
Her slick love juice coated my fingers. She blinked in confusion.
"Is it... pee?"
"Nah, too sticky... Probably like my stuff from down there."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah, gotta be. Guessing, though."
Vague is best for convincing. If she buys it, push with her logic.
"If it came out... better to release it, right?"
"Y-Yeah. So how do we...?"
Finally. Last hurdle. My cock stood ready again.
"Guess: it's a hole, so stick something hole-shaped in and squeeze to release."
"Something fitting...?"
"Yeah, my thing inside you, squeezing each other to calm it..."
Too perfect for a "guess." She gasped in realization. I spread her legs, resting my cock on her tight slit.
"Ah, th-there...!"
"Worried?"
Face red, hand over her panting mouth—instinct screaming wrongness?
"I-It'll be fine... Y-You know better than me..."
Trust won. I rubbed my cock over her pussy till it wept, slick and ready.
"When are you...?"
"S-Sorry. Going in now."
She was urging me? This bitch was primed.
"Here goes."
Tip breached her folds; she held her breath, eyes wide.
Grind, creak—slow entry.
"W-Wait...!"
Fear of the unknown? Too late—forward only.
Squish! Her plea lubed the thrust.
"O-Ohook~~ ♥♥"
Her head snapped back, virginity lost. Her walls clamped from all sides.