Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
The following morning, at breakfast, I was a little nervous. Even though things had gone great last night, I still felt a little awkward about what we'd done. I was up way before Karina and so I had some time to think -- which was never a good thing. I tried to occupy myself by reading the newspaper and fiddling with my phone, but honestly I was just waiting for her to wake up and come down.
When she eventually did, she wasn't the least bit distraught. She seemed perfectly fine, walking up to the breakfast table, with her freshly washed hair and wearing a skirt and a white top, which nicely accentuated the curvature of her tits.
I don't know if she noticed that I had been stewing in uncertainty or if she was just in the mood, but right after giving me a peck on the cheek, she got down on her knees and started slowly unzipping my pants, while looking me confidently in the eye.
"Wha... whatcha doing?" I stammered.
"Sucking your cock," she replied as-a-matter-of-factly as she carefully fished my flaccid dick out of my boxers. Then, after giving me the most endearing smile, she glanced down at it.
"Hi little fellah," she whispered, before lowering her head down into my lap and engulfing my dick with her warm, eager mouth.
She sucked and sucked for the longest time, clearly enjoying herself. Suddenly, she reached back with her free hand -- the one that wasn't wrapped around my fat dick -- and unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. She then proceeded to push it down, showing me her white panties.
Her wonderful blowjob continued for another couple of minutes, until we suddenly heard a knock on the glass sliding doors, leading to the backyard. With no walls blocking my line of sight, I could see that it was Mrs. Miller.
After sharing that information with Karina, she eagerly jumped up and said, "I'll go."
Leaving me there with a massive hard-on, she walked into the kitchen and then into the patio -- without her skirt -- and opened the sliding doors. Without hesitation, she put her hands on her hips and struck a pose that just radiated confidence -- even a hint of arrogance.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they both glanced at me several times while they talked.
Then, suddenly, about a minute into the conversation, Karina lifted her top, revealing her bra to our neighbor. Another half a minute later, she reached back with both hands and undid her bra, pushing it up and freeing up her -- no-doubt beautiful -- tits.
Mrs. Miller not only looked at them with interest and lust, she also reached out and fondled them extensively. Several minutes later, they concluded their conversation and after fastening her bra and pulling down her top again, Karina closed the sliding doors and came back into the dining room.
"What was that all about?" I asked, trying to hide my jealousy.
"Nothing. Just stuff," she replied cryptically as she got back on her knees in front of me. My dick, which had softened somewhat -- but not a lot -- jumped at the first touch of her hand and lips.
"You uh... you showed her your tits?" I asked, redundantly.
"Uhuh," she moaned around my hardening cock -- thinking I'd just let it go. I should have, but this time, after seeing her show her tits to our neighbor, something had snapped.
"I wanna see them too," I blurted out, as she was furiously bobbing her head up and down.
"I know you do," she smiled playfully, glancing up at me.
"I am serious," I said. That made her pause for a moment.
"No," she replied while continuing to suck me off.
"No? Just like that? Why?"
"We've [suck] gone over [suck] this. I don't [suck] want you [suck] to see them."
"But we fuck on a daily basis," I insisted.
"That's fucking [suck]. Look, I am [suck] a whore, and your slut [suck] and you can do me [suck] whenever and in [suck] whatever hole you want. Isn't [suck] that [suck] enough?"
"Sorry, but no," I said, surprising myself, shifting in my seat. The statement alone was enough to make Karina stop sucking altogether and look up at me.
"I am sorry, I thought that I was cool with the whole not-seeing your tits-thing, but I am not," I blurted out, "I need to see them... especially now."
"Especially now? Now that I've shown them to Mrs. Miller?" she asked, standing up and pulling up her skirt, then fastening it, "What are you? Like five?"
It was obvious that I'd ruined the moment.
"Whatever. Look, we do all sorts of nasty shit together. Why would you want to keep something so basic from me? It just doesn't make any sense!"
That's when Karina got upset.
"God, you are such a baby! Whining about the one thing you can't have, instead of being thankful for all the things you do have and are allowed to do. This is my kink. Why can't you just accept that?"
A few seconds of silence ensued, as we were both trying to process what the other one had said. "Look," Karina said, about ten seconds later, "Last chance. You ruined this yourself, so I won't suck you off anymore, but if you're willing to let this go... I'll let you cum anywhere you want!"
That's how determined she was. I should have taken her up on her offer.
"I am sorry, hon," I whispered hesitantly, as I couldn't believe what an offer I was turning down.
"You're sure about this?" she asked one final time. I nodded.
"Your loss," she said, grabbing her backpack and heading for the door, "I am out of here. Have fun jerking off! See you tonight."
She didn't even give me time to say goodbye back and just slammed the front door closed behind her. Fucking hell, what a fine mess I had gotten myself into now. Why was I unwilling to compromise? Was my desire to see her tits so powerful, that I was willing to risk my entire sexual relationship with her? Apparently so...
Even after all this, my dick was still hard, so I opened my laptop and started surfing for porn. The focus of my search was young tits, of course, but even after seeing dozens of them, I was still unfulfilled. There was only one pair of tits that I wanted -- that I needed -- to see.
So, I jacked off to some dirty facial clips. It took the edge off a bit, but it didn't help my predicament at all. Needless to say that I didn't get much work done. Luckily it was a slow day.
When Karina came home from college that evening, she barged into my study -- not caring if I was in the middle of something or not, and said, "Look, I've been thinking. Clearly, seeing my tits is more important to you than I initially thought."
"It is. I..." I started saying.
"Let me finish!" she barked, slightly annoyed.
"Sorry," I whispered, realizing she was right. She was making a genuine effort here.
"So, as I was saying... I've been doing a lot of thinking, trying to find a mutually beneficial and acceptable arrangement," she said, looking me in the eye.
"So, here's my proposal," she continued, "You stop pestering me about my tits, and in return I'll arrange for you to see Mrs. Miller naked."
"What?" I blurted out.
"Not just her tits... but her cunt too!" Karina clarified.
"She's three times your age. Doesn't seem fair, does it?" I replied, intrigued by the idea, but also determined to drive a hard bargain, "Besides, she's clearly a bit of a slut."
"Alright. What if I masturbate in front of the both of you?" Karina added.
"Interesting, but still not enough!"
Karina sighed, took a deep breath and said, "Final offer. What if you could fuck her?" And shoot your cum up her twat?"
I thought for a second. Mrs. Miller may have been quite old, but recently -- with all the playing Karina and I had been doing in front of the old hag -- I had started fantasizing about her.
"Alright, I accept your terms," I whispered, submissively looking down at the table, "How are you going to get Mrs. Miller on board?"
"She's already on board," Karina grinned. I can only assume how confused I must have looked.
"You didn't think I actually went to class today, did you?" she added, saying everything and yet, revealing absolutely nothing.
What did she do over there? Did they just talk? Did she show her tits to Mrs. Miller again? Did Mrs. Miller reciprocate? How far did they go? Did they do other things? Those, and a dozen more questions filled my head as Karina scampered up to her room and came back about a minute later, holding a huge, purple dildo.
"Alright then, I am going over to Mrs. Miller's. I'll see you there in about fifteen minutes," she blurted out and headed for the back door.
"Right now?" I asked surprised.
"Fifteen minutes," she repeated, giving the head of the dildo a little lick before walking out.
