On the hill of Cecelia's rising chest they lay like twin worlds of female excess: fascinatingly large, a warm opulence huge in Lydia's small hands, areola's wide and raised with nipples displaying a capacity for surprising length and thickness. After caressing the pliant globes of them gently, familiarizing herself with their heft and weight, she smoothed upwards to their peaks plying bumpy dark flesh into support for Cecelia's excessive coned nipples. These she captured and rolled in her fingertips stiffened and erect. Lydia pulled them gently upwards and away to elongate Cecelia's breastflesh then rolled her wrists.
Cecelia groaned. There was a rhythm to her fingers teasing caress about the bead of her clitoris. She neither slowed nor quickened its pace, relishing in Lydia's attention to her breasts. Having her arms tight against her body to allow her hands to do their work below served to capture and intensify the presentation of her overflowing bosum to Lydia's warm hands. The mountains of them were offered to the canopy above. Cecelia's head tilted back. Her dark ravenlike hair spilled across the covers as she rocked her head slowly back and forth. Her hips imperceptably rose and fell to meet her own fingers while the insistent caress administered to her breasts flooded her body with pleasure connecting it to the sensation of fingers demanding a helplessly fuck-hungry cunt open for them. It did. It swallowed each thrust. It tightened on them. It ached for them.
Cecelia's legs splayed wide. Her hips rose to each entry involuntarily. The heavy pliant pearl of her stiffened clitoris absorbed a thrashing of fingertips about its entire length and breadth. Each inhale came, was held, then released with a moan.
Lydia had been requested. Her Lady had required it. There had been no hesitation from her for everything between them was shared. Their inseparable lives demanded an attention to the needs of the other and she bent to her task with relish. Even more so: Lydia, with this deed, had become an indispensable confidant.
She also found herself discovering pleasure in the feminine luxury of offered willing breasts and what her manipulation of them could do, growing fonder of the experience with each passing moment. The sighs coming from Cecelia's impassioned lips filled her with inexplicable warmth. Aside and leaning over Cecelia this way had caused ribbons to escape their hold on her hair. It began to spill from its ties.
Being oldest in her family there was a time she had watched in fascination as her dearest mother, on the event of the most recent infant's hunger, had offered a breast to the baby for feeding in her presence. She had watched the serenity blossom on her mother's face sensing a oneness with the world. Once witnessed, Lydia found herself drawn to each feeding and its presented breast from which a fattened nipple was urged towards moving lips. There came the soft comforting voice from her mother as the baby sucked. When time came to offer the other, Lydia watched the swollen nipple dripping milk feeling both envy and a certain jealousy each time. Those were breasts swollen and pink. Yet even milk laden and at their most demonstrative size, those breasts were diminutive when compared to the ones in her hands.
From above Lydia allowed her undone chestnut hair to feather across the work she was doing. She drew it to and fro across hands breasts and nipples so that Cecelia might experience its softness until, engrossed by the effort, she found herself presented with breast tip only inches from her lips. She stilled. Hands filled with bosom she squeezed. They rose. Nipple touched her lips. Without hesitation Lydia presented kisses to its sides, its tip, its base and then the other. Its warm stiffness caressed her lips. Cecelia poised in anticipation. Lydia pressed her lips to areola to begin tonguing its bumpy slope and with her lips parted, took the nipple between them to tongue its thickness within. Her Lady groaned. The cone of it slipped squirming between tongue and the roof of her mouth erect. She sucked laving it with her saliva then drew at its softness walking her lips to the cone of areola. Opening wide, she collected as much of breast flesh as she could take in and began sucking.
