#AiLovesToOrgasm Session 5: Nipplegasm

 

((Note: this is part of a series of personal sexual encounters where I record as soon after the event as possible based on receiving a review to one of my books on Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Ai-Love/e/B084ZYD67G . The game is the more detailed the review, the more detailed or exotic the sexual session described, looking specifically for details such as a favorite scene or favorite character from the book in the review. Follow on social media under the hashtag #ailovestoorgasm ))

To start off, getting a nipplegasm is not a fast process. At least, I’ve spent hours before on it but never had the patience to finish. In other words, I just get so horny and worked up I give up and I’m shoving my fingers into my throbbing and drenched snatch to jill myself into oblivion. Those orgasms have always been intense so I’ve wondered if there was overlap and an actual nipplegasm would flatten me or something.

After getting home from The Feast, I flew out of my nice clothes and into some comfy PJs: gray sweatpants and a red sweater with a pair of shōjō anime eyes over the chest. No bra but I’m not doing this naked, the room is too cold right now. Dozed in and out a bit from the threatening food coma, but was determined to do this, so I started on the couch and pulled up some ASMR porn I have on a playlist. Ever since I got the audioporn chapters done from the book, I have become obsessed with listening to the sounds of sex, so I have an audio collection of hot and steamy sex, moans, groans, screams and gasping breaths taken from my personal collection of over 3000 porn videos. I use it as background noise A LOT when I’m masturbating and whenever I say I’m listening to ASMR, it cums from these files. If you ever have a hot file of yourself (preferably a girl/woman or couple) with a recording of yourself actually orgasming (#noprofanity please), I’m collecting them. Have a separate small iPod I keep them all on.

Once the audioporn started panting in my ears, got to work by closing my eyes and playing with my nipples with my hands under the sweater. I didn’t want to go hog wild, just sensually brushing them over the sloppy groans of what I think is the actress Kali Roses getting pounded in one of her videos. When they aren’t erect, my nipples are just little clumps of loose skin on top of a thin layer of mammary tissue pancaking (more like crepes!) on top of not insignificant pectoralis major and minor that I can’t help but flex in a rhythm of bouncing muscles dancing under my hands.

Unlike my pussy, which has a hair trigger, my nips take a while to get going. I’m kinda hitting a trance so I lose track of time, but eventually I’m biting my lip as those puppies engorge and fill up between my fingertips. I’m a grower not a shower. And while my lower regions are sensitive enough to get off by just rubbing my legs together, these chest erections aren’t as tender so I start to crank and squeeze more forcefully as time passes.

“Aah!”

I open my eyes when I cry out in a gasp, instantly embarrassed. Spouse looks from the book he’s reading and smiles suggestively, wiggling those eyebrows. I blush, even through it isn’t like I haven’t done worse in front of him and lean in for a quick kiss before falling back and work those nubs like a baker kneading the morning dough.

Getting my nipples erect is a slow process. They can take as long as ten minutes to go from soft to hard, but once fully engaged they are THICK. It is almost as if my body understands how badly I’ve wanted large breasts and tried to make up for it with turgid fatties. They are thicker than some of my fingers, though my hands are admittedly very small and dainty. What I’m starting to really crank is my puffy and bumpy areola, which fattens up as well into a dome of thick skin and it is all adding up.

There’s actually some science behind smaller breasts being more tender than larger ones because the glandular tissue isn’t wrapped up in so much fatty tissue. Big gals might not know, but us shortstacks get a lot of aches and pains when groped too hard. If you are a guy, as best as I can piece it together from the Spouse, the feeling is similar to having a hard round of testicular groping. At least that’s what I threaten him with whenever his groping gets too enthusiastic. So when I say I’m kneading myself, the focus is on the nipples and areola as I pull and twist. My chest muscles are swole and sore from a hard workout earlier today and my mammaries are already radiating waves of light pain, so my ministrations are energetic yet careful.

I’m constantly moaning and whimpering now, sliding my body around on the couch and bumping into my hubby while my sweater is pushed up to my collarbone and I’m now wondering who’s stupid idea it was to wear sweats! My crotch is damp but not wet and I have to almost physically restrain myself from reaching inside myself to finish the job. I’m in the danger zone and when I open my eyes I see that 80 minutes have passed. As I said, a long process to build up this far.

“Time for phase 2,” I say, gasping a bit as I most definitely do NOT rub my thighs together, slowly creeping up and shuffling to the bedroom while I slip out of my sweaty sweats, only wearing my boyshorts style pink panties now.

Spouse doesn’t say anything, but he’s a quiet one like me and he follows with a smile. I’d jump him right now but he is adamant about having sex only once every 2-3 days. I don’t know how he does it, I’d suck him dry 6 times a day if he’d let me, yet he respects my needs and is always willing to help with my perversions.

“I love him so much,” I think as he gets me strapped spread eagle on the bed for the second time in a week. It doesn’t take long, we’re old hat at getting me tied and pied.

I’ve still got the ASMR in my ears with the current girl a screamer begging in Japanese. However, I can hear when the hitachi flips on in the hand of my future tormentor and my head whips around, getting my hair in my eyes that I attempt to blow out. His other hand holds a tube of Vaseline.

“Just a little Vas, don’t want you chaffing,” the spouse says. I think. Hard to hear him with the earphones, got a girl screaming for a harder pounding in my ears. Putting it to practice, a few cold glops plop on my nips before he straddles over top of me and leans over like a mad surgeon about to perform sexual surgery.

 

Then he pulls over the second massager, my little green one.

 

"Oh snap!" I say as I struggle against my restraints, my eyes wide as Spouse does exactly what I told him ("no matter how much I beg, no matter how much I strain, I AM GETTING A NIPPLEGASM TODAY! Never give up, never surrender!"). I just thought in my head he'd only use the hitachi, which would have given me some slight reprieve, I think. The hitachi has the big round head but the green one has a flat disk with knobs I just KNOW are going to dig into breast flesh and drive me bonkers.

Despite my hesitation, I gulp and smile valiantly, rubbing my crotch up against his rough denim. He shifts up my abdomen and slaps my thigh, waving a no-no finger before turning both massager on and kissing me in the mouth to distract me, going in for the kill.

 

"OOOOH!!" I scream loud enough our neighbors now know exactly what the [Loves] are up to again (here's to hoping they've stopped trying to call the cops on us). Putting those vibes on my nipples like he did was like that time I stupidly got myself hit with one of those stun sticks on full power. I immediately thrashed from the shock and pleasure zapping through my body, but Spouse is a big guy and he was expecting it, using his thighs to keep me in place and have me ride out the initial plunge. The roughness of his jeans only turns me on more as he completely controls me, forcing another scream/moan out of me as most of the pain fades into the background.

Now I had to go to work.

A woman's orgasm is a delicate thing and is mostly mental. In other words, if I'm not in the mood (yeah, like THAT happens often, but it does happen) no amount of vibing or pounding is going to get me there. However, if I WILL myself to THINK about getting over the top of that wave, cumming will happen.

Because my breasts are the focus, I use my vivid imagination to believe these massagers are some kind of scifi device used to increase my minuscule breasts into boobs, into tits, into JUGGS!! I can feel them swelling, bloating, growing into a pressure on my chest, on my body. The Spouse has to tumble back as he's caught inside my cleavage, trapped while boulders blossom into a flood of flesh, filling the room and straining against the walls, wood and plaster creaking loudly as...

"OH YES, YEEEESSS!!"

I was not expecting it to cum so quickly! I'm used to something like a rack, pulling and straining until that tipping moment when everything crests over and you get flooded with all those lovely chemicals that feel sooooo good.

This was like a bomb going off. One moment I was riding the pleasure and the pain and starting to really radiate a lot of soreness from my nips as they were brutally beaten, the next it was my whole body seizing up as if I was being pushed into an orgasm instead of being pulled into it.

"Aaah! Enough! Enough! Stop! PLEeeAAAAAH!!"

I arch my back and lift the Spouse into the air as the second bomb goes off and I feel myself lose all control, the second O a squirter deluging into my pink panties and sloshing onto the bed before the Spouse even has time to back off. He doesn't, the cruel taskmaster that he is, keeping those tools of torment on my nips as best he can as I try to buck him off. This is all happening so fast and I'm seeing spots as the Spouse does what I've trained him to do while he waits for the safeword.

"Lolipop!! LOLIPOP!!" I scream as I finally remember there is a safeword and what it is. My whole body is a tingling and twitching mess as he finally relents and rolls off me, aftershocks causing me to suck air like some landed fish.

I'm done, this whole idea is done. I like an intense orgasm as much as the next lady, but I can't even enjoy the afterglow right now because I have some serious pain I need to deal with. When the straps come off and I get a look at myself, I notice one of my nipples - the one the green massager was on - is bleeding and even thinking about wearing any form of cloth of them makes me wince in pain.

Spouse grabs me a bandaid and some Tylenol and my water jug because my throat is raw. I gulp water and just lay in my sweat and squirt mess, knowing now I needed to wash the sheets if I wanted to sleep in a few hours. Was not expecting the squirt at all, though this was going to be a simple O like I'm used to vibing out.

I'm writing this while lazing in the bath, sheets in the wash, but my head is drooping and I'm afraid I'm going to drop it in the water. Hope you enjoyed this new format and remember, I like to cum but you only get to read about the ones I see reviews for.

Keep harmonizing!

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