"I'd love to be your booby-bammer." I replied.
I continued staring at Joan's ample tits, as they slowly returned to their normal color. I was still tremendously turned on by what had just happened, and due to helping pull her downward to increase her own pleasure, I had forgone mine. I began jerking off once again, as I kept my eyes glued to her magnificent mams.
"Oh Jack!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry! How selfish of me! Here, let me help you with that. Lay down on the carpet and let me finish it for you."
I nodded and lay on my back, on the plush floor covering. Joan straddled me as if to ride me, but instead gripped my penis firmly in her fist and began pumping it. I reached up and played with her tits, squeezing and kneading them in my hands, and it wasn't long before I shot a thick load over my head. It traveled for several feet before hitting the wall behind me, and slowly running down the painted drywall.
"Wow," Joan marveled, "I'd like to feel that shoot inside of my cunt that hard."
"It's a different kind of stimulation so it won't be quite as impressive as that," I explained, "but you'll still feel it, I promise."
"Mmm," she responded, "I can't wait. There is so much I want you to do to me, Jack. I want you to punish my tits. Will you?"
"I will do whatever you want me to, as long as it isn't dangerous." I replied. "No choking or erotic asphyxiation of any kind, okay?"
"That's fair." she said. "I'm not into that anyway. I just love feeling pain in my titties. It makes me cum so much harder. I don't know how to explain it, but it just does. I know you think I'm some kind of a freak."
"Not really." I said with a shrug, as I stood back up. "We all have some odd things that turn us on. Personally, I'd love to see you hanging by your tits every day. I'd really get off on it."
"Maybe you can." Joan responded slyly. "I'm looking for a master. A strong-willed man to tell me what to do and make me do it. A man who won't hesitate to punish me when I'm bad, or to humiliate me whenever he wishes to. Most of all, a man to viciously molest my titties and get me off. I can't explain it, but that's what I want. I like you, Jack. I hope you're the one that finally comes though for me; no pun intended."
"I'll give it my best shot then." I responded. "No pun intended either. I'll do my best, but keep in mind; I'm new at this so if I cross the line or even get close, we need a safe word, okay?"
"How about 'banana?'" she suggested. "It's not too commonly used in general conversation."
"I heard somewhere, that's the most common safe word people use." I laughed. "How ironic."
"It is." Joan agreed. "It just popped into my head."
I reached out and squeezed her tits; massaging them to help increase the blood flow to both her boobs and my dick. They felt wonderful in my hands.
"Do they hurt?" I inquired.
Joan shook her head.
"Surprisingly, no. I mean there's a slight soreness because of the stretching, but nothing I would feel unless I touched them." she replied.
"Would you like me to stop squeezing them then?" I asked.
"Not at all!" she exclaimed. "It feels good."
She paused for a moment, and then continued.
"Would you like a drink or something?" she inquired. "We could watch some TV or sit outside in the back yard. It's private. I told you I love being nude outside, so I have a fence with bushes on the inside. No one can see me laying nude in the sun by the pool, or swimming nude, or mowing the lawn without any clothes on, or just laying out and masturbating to my heart's content."
"Sounds good to me!" I agreed enthusiastically. "You also said you were bi. I'd love to hear more about that too. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Sort of, but nothing steady." Joan answered. "She comes over sometimes and we have some fun, but she won't hurt me. She kind of likes being hung by her boobies too, so maybe the three of us could do something sometime, if you'd like. I think she'd like you, and she's looking for a steady boyfriend too. We just haven't gotten too involved yet, because we really want a polymorphous relationship. We both need to fall in love with the same guy before we fall in love with each other, if that makes sense."
"It does." I replied. "What's she like? Does she like being nude outdoors too?"
"She LOVES being nude ALL the time!" Joan giggled. "She'll even strip in the park if no one is around. She wants to get knocked up too. Imagine you getting both of us pregnant at the same time, Jack."
"That would be nice," I agreed, "but spreading it out would be even better. There would be more to share. Either way though, it would be wonderful."
"Yes it would." she concurred. "Want me to call her?"
"Not yet, if that's okay." I responded. "I'd like to have you all to myself this weekend. Let's make sure we're a good fit first. If we are, then we can add her to the mix if you don't mind."
"Not at all." Joan answered. "That's fair. I was just kind of hoping we could maybe grill out tomorrow so you could meet her..."
"Okay!" I laughed. "Stop twisting my arm. What's she look like?"
"Blonde hair with invisible glasses, and a pair of really firm and round knockers. All natural. She's really cute. Her name is Celeste, and you'll love her, I promise."
"I'm sure I will. Why don't we pour those drinks and go outside?" I suggested. "I'd love to see your back yard."
"We can take a dip in the pool too, if you'd like." Joan suggested as well. "Have you ever gone swimming naked before?"
"Oh yes.!" I exclaimed. "It feels great with the water flowing around parts of you that normally don't feel the water. I tied a rope to a tree and waded out into a flooded creek one time. The water was flowing so hard around my dick and my balls, it made me cum. It felt terrific!"
"Wow," Joan responded, "I might have to try that sometime; if I can find a secluded, flooded creek that is."
"It was behind my ex girlfriend's house." I explained. "She was at work and the water had risen to the point it was out of the woods and into the yard. I just had to try it and see what it was like."
"Seems like you have a few weird things that get you off too. I think we're going to be a good fit for each other. C'mon, let's go upstairs and fix us some tasty adult beverages!" she urged. "I want to get tipsy with you, Jack. Then, I want you to fuck me on an air mattress right there in the back yard."
Having no reason to dispute any of those suggestions, I followed her up to the kitchen to see what she had in mind regarding tasty adult beverages. On the counter alongside the refrigerator, were a few bottles of vodka, bourbon and gin.
"What's your poison, Jack?" Joan inquired.
"Depends." I replied. "Whatcha got in the fridge?"
"Have a look." she responded.
"Vodka's pretty easy to mix with just about anything." I offered, as I opened the door. "Orange juice, soda, KoolAid; you name it."
Just then, I spied a container of whipping cream on the shelf.
"Would you by any chance have any hot cocoa mix?" I inquired.
"Sure, right above your head in the cupboard," she responded, "why?"
"The thing I don't like about white Russians is that they're made with Kahlua." I explained. "I hate coffee, but I like the concept."
"Me too, on both accounts." Joan agreed. "What did you have in mind?"
"Let me surprise you." I said with a smile. "I think you'll like this."
"I think I know where this is going," she smiled back, "and it sounds awesome."
I mixed up a serving of hot cocoa using lukewarm water. It was just enough to dissolve everything without being hot, and it was more than enough for a pair of chocolate creams. Too bad she didn't have a bottle of butter shots. That would have been perfect; butter rum candy in a glass!
Another thought hit me though, and I decided to poke around her cabinets. To my delight, I found a small bottle of pure almond extract, and added a few shakes to each glass and stirred it all together. I presented one to Joan, and we toasted, before taking a sip.
"Holy shit, Jack!" she exclaimed. "This is good! Chocolate almond cream; I love it!"
"Don't drink it too fast though," I cautioned, "or else we won't be able to make any more of our fantasies come true."
"Good point." she agreed. "Come on, let's go outside and enjoy the day!"
I followed her out the sliding glass doors in the living room and into her back yard. It was much larger than I expected; at least an acre, and it was all fenced in and completely private. You could have a swinger party out there and no one would even know.
"This is great, Joani!" I exclaimed. "I had no idea you had so much room, and a pool too!"
"Told you, you'd like it." she said with a grin. "Wanna take a dip?"
"In the pool or in you?" I inquired. "Because both sound pretty good."
Joan laughed.
"Both. But for now, I meant the pool." she responded. "I like the way you think, though."
I followed her into the pool, and the cool water enveloped us in a weightless, buoyant medium. The drinks were apparently stronger than I realized, as I felt like I was flying, as I swam around the pool with my new love. We met in the middle and embraced, exchanging a very nice kiss as well.
"I could see us doing this every day." Joan said wistfully.
"Me too." I said in agreement. "There are so many fantasies I think you could help me realize. The tit hanging was just the beginning. Public nudity, a threesome; even maybe getting you pregnant if it works out between us."
"That would be the crown jewel, Jack." she replied. "If things work out like I think they will, I'd love to have your baby."
We both smiled at each other and kissed again.
"I want to hang you by the tits again," I whispered in her ear, "and this time, I want to fuck you while you're hanging. Put your legs around my waist and lay back. Let me fuck you and cum in your cunt while your tits turn purple."
