A Walk in the Park

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Leaves and long grasses brushed against my legs as I walked down the forest path. It was a tranquil place, the only sounds being birdsong and my footsteps. A private place as well, for I had yet to encounter another soul on my walk. In the quiet, my mind wandered. My subconscious summoned dark and dirty fantasies, ones that made my pussy well with nectar. Who was I to refuse the will of my mind in a quiet place like this? I brought my hands up to cup my breasts, squeezing them gently a few times. My beautiful D-cups fit perfectly in my hands, spilling out the sides of my palms when I squeezed. I repeated the action, then moved to rolling the palms of my hands over my nipples, feeling them harden at my touch. Knowing there was not anyone around to see, I pulled my shirt up and continued stroking my breasts over my bra. The forest trail led past a slightly shielded clearing, which sparked another filthy thought. I pushed through the undergrowth and found a nice soft patch of grass to sit in. Before sitting down, I unclipped my bra and pulled it out from under my shirt. I wanted to be covered if someone happened to walk past, but couldn’t deal with two layers of clothes between my fingers and breasts. I settled onto the ground before continuing to massage my sensitive nipples through the soft fabric of my top. I closed my eyes, feeling the dappled sunlight on my skin, my nipples puckering under my touch, and a pressure building against my breasts. Wait, that wasn’t normal. My eyes shot güvenilir bahis open, and I looked down to see that my breasts were stretching out my shirt, tearing the fabric in some places. What on Earth was going on? This shirt had fit perfectly mere moments before. As I watched, my breasts steadily inflated, straining the fabric of my shirt more and more. Eventually, the fabric couldn’t take anymore and ripped open with a loud tearing sound. My breasts, which were now closer to an H-cup, bounced lightly as they landed on my chest.I brushed my hand against them, then began running my fingers around my areolas before rolling my nipples between them. Whatever had happened to my breasts had made them more sensitive, and I could feel beads of nectar beginning to soak into my panties. I brought a hand down to start rubbing my clit through my pants. I moved to cup my breast again and noticed I could barely hold it now.  Fed up with the lacking sensitivity, I pulled my pants and panties down, exposing my nectar-soaked pussy to my touch. My shirt was burst open anyways, and any trace of modesty was lost to the continual growth of my breasts.I worked up my excitement as they slowly grew larger and larger. I savoured every moment of it until their mammoth size began getting in the way of the fingers stroking my needy clit. As I adjusted my position to reach around them, I heard a low giggle from the nearby trees. “Who’s there?” I called out, knowing I had no hopes of covering myself in this state.”I güvenilir bahis siteleri see you’re enjoying them,” a musical voice trilled. “When I sensed all the sexual energy you were carrying, I knew I had to help you out.””Help me?” I replied, scanning the trees for any sign of the voice’s origin. “Are you the one doing this to my tits?” There was no response other than a great surge in the size of my breasts, which I took for a yes. “Would you like to uh… join me?” I asked, simply wanting to see my mystical benefactor.”Ooh, I’d love to!” the voice trilled. From out of the woods to my left stepped the source of the voice, a beautiful wood nymph. Her porcelain smooth chocolate skin glowed in the afternoon sun, and there were many coloured ribbons braided into her luscious black locks. She stripped off her simple dress and sat across from me in the grass, spreading her legs so her toes brushed against mine. “You’re beautiful,” I breathed, feeling more nectar welling from my pussy as I studied her nude form. She had a petite frame, with enough muscle definition that she hardly looked starved. Her breasts, although small, had large areolas, both topped with incredibly puckered nipples. A soft bush of black hair framed her nether regions.”Not as beautiful as you, darling,” the nymph replied. I felt my breasts inflate some more at her words.”How are you doing that?” I asked, running my hand over my breasts, which now rivalled large watermelons in size.”With magic. How else?” iddaa siteleri she giggled. “Now, give me a couple of minutes to catch up to you,” she said, eyeing my glistening wet pussy. The nymph sucked her fingers briefly before going down on her clit, stroking it in slow circles. I matched her pace and motions as best I could, smiling at her soft moans and yips. As she worked up a puddle of nectar around her pussy, I noticed her breasts gradually expanding, much like mine were.”Your tits, do they do that naturally?” I asked, breaking her concentration.”Yep, every time I get horny. That’s why I did it to you.” She paused to let out a low moan before continuing. “You seemed the type who would appreciate the experience.””You judged right,” I laughed, hugging my bulging breasts against my chest. “Now, I know we just met and all, but when you’re ready, can I make you cum?” I had always wanted to give oral to another girl, and who better to start with than the beautiful horny nymph before me? “Only if I can push you over too,” she replied with a sly smile. I could only muster a nod in return, my thought process dedicated to unravelling my current situation. I had never mutually masturbated with anyone, least of all a wood nymph in an open forest clearing. There’s a first time for everything I guess. I continued worshipping the enormous breasts I’d been granted while the nymph’s continually grew. I watched in awe as she pushed herself closer and closer to orgasm, her breasts pulsing larger with each moan and cry. When she reached the very edge of her pleasure threshold and was about to cum, she stopped. Breathing heavily, she dipped her fingers into the nectar pooling from her pussy and held the dripping digits out to me.

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