Tongue Her Nipples At The Table

After small talk at dinner and the boys retiring to their beds, you remain to idly chat a while with the farmer, his wife and sweet Benedetta (though in truth, you mostly speak to the former two). Selwyn's a good-natured fellow, with a habit of telling elaborate, winding jokes whose punchlines he laughs at before he can even finish saying them. You trade many stories about your respective travels, and he even regales you with the tale of how he wooed his lovely wife (she lived at the top of the lane and he at the end of it, they would see each other each morning on his way to a day's work in the fields; she looked at him the way a blind man tries his best to marvel at the sunrise, so he asked her if she'd like to come with him sometime and watch it from the hill above the village).

Penelope sits at her place only briefly, before impatience and boredom overtake her and she draws herself up onto her feet to start clearing the table. She requests Etta's help, to which the girl merely rolls her eyes at first. A second request again falls on deaf ears, and upon the third the girl actually stamps her foot and complains aloud. "But why is it always me?" At this point, the welcoming smile Penelope has been wearing since your arrival is growing strained, while Selwyn sits with his head bowed and his fingers interlaced at the knuckles, trying to compose himself before he says something rash, no doubt. "No shame in helping out your kinfolk," you suggest, flashing the girl an easy smile across the table. Etta frowns, cocking her head in mock curiosity. "Right... and... who was it that asked you again?" Graciously, you make no reply or comment on the subject, in spite of the many acid retorts that are already dancing on the tip of your tongue. Instead, as far as any of your hosts can see, you simply sit there and dab at the corner of your mouth with one of the ragged scraps of cloth which passed for a napkin in these parts. But privately, you're already formulating a plan of attack. Not seeing any reason for that kind of impudence toward such a nice, accommodating matriarch, you decide to have a little more fun at the sullen teenager's expense.

Time stops, you get up and pull out your chair, then slipped under the table and crawled over to Benedetta's seat. Keep it simple, you decide, no taking of clothes or visible marks (as badly as you do want to put her over your knee and spank her). To this end, you part her legs delicately before sliding in between them, lifting the hem of her tunic and placing your head underneath it. You look up, taking a moment to admire the undersides of Benedetta's boobies. It might seem a tad childish to use such a word, but it's simply what's always made the most sense to you. In your mind, you've always mentally classified women's breasts into several different categories, naming them according to their size, shape, colouring and (last but not least, texture). Tits for example might be rounder and more robust in their construction, large curves and generously-sized nipples, whereas titties would be a little smaller, shapelier and more modest, with protectively swollen areolas that hide the bashful buds of the nipples from sight. However, sweet Benedetta's are an altogether rarer, sweeter breed entirely, belonging to that rarefied category of mammaries known affectionately as boobies. As breasts go, boobies are the palest of the pale, with showy, sugary nipples all crowned by tiny bumps like a ring of roses. They're your absolute favourites, and you've never been able to resist doing what you're going to do next.

Luckily for you, her abject rudeness has given you just the excuse you need. You slither up the inside of her tunic like a snake until your lips are flush with Etta's boobies, licking your lips in anticipation before you open your mouth, put out your tongue and lick a long wet stripe of saliva across the soft, warm surface of her nipple. The instant you make contact, the taste of her strikes across your palate with all the tantalising heat of a newly-lit torch. You close your eyes, clamp your lips around Etta's breast, and suckle at the delicious young breast like a newborn babe. For a good few minutes, you lavish Etta's nipple with all manner of attention, swirling and rolling and nibbling at it with no hint of reservation or caution, pausing only to draw your tongue back and forth over the curve of the breast, taking the bottom half of the buoyant little teardrop into your mouth, making it jiggle with the tip of your tongue, leaving kisses and nips all over the bumps that surround the nipple itself. At the same time, the other one you take care of with your hand, blindly fumbling and squeezing even as your suckling intensifies. Eventually, you tire of this game, withdrawing your mouth and rubbing Etta's boobies dry with the fabric of her tunic. When things resume, she'll feel a curious, exciting tingle all over her chest, but with no trace of wetness or physical touch, all she'll be able to do is suppress a whimper and distract herself by helping her mother with clearing up.

For good luck, you rub her slender back, extricate yourself from under her tunic, and return to your seat. With a thought, the world continues around you, and you slip effortlessly back into the rhythm of the moment, watching from the corner of your eye as Benedetta shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes bulging, lashes fluttering, her hands rising for a bewildered instant halfway toward her chest before she remembers herself and drops them back at her sides. A colour rises on her cheeks, her freckles turning to a rich brown-gold as the redness spreads out among and between them. She coughs awkwardly, suddenly rising to her feet and hurrying to her mother's side to assist her. Selwyn watches her in silence, his shoulders relaxing, his fingers unlacing. You engage him in conversation once more, and he gives you a grateful nod before he forms a reply. Thank you, the look seems to say.

But of course, the pleasure was entirely yours...

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