It was seething now, and she wriggled against Duke as he felt her up, massaging her nicely rounded mound. He took the whole fat sphere in his hand and then slowly closed his hand, so that his fingers slid up and he pulled at her erect nipple.

"I like that," she whispered.

Duke groaned. Dolly didn't normally say anything when they were necking-as if she wanted to ignore what they were doing, enjoying it but unwilling to admit it to him, or even herself. Now, her words inspired him.

Maybe he could get her pussy today!

Still lashing her mouth with his tongue, he brought his right hand across his broad chest and began to work on her other boob and nipple, managing and kneading and pulling.

Dolly put her arm around his shoulders.

The first stage was complete; the formal pattern followed. Now Duke began to unbutton her blouse, working down from the top, one button at a time and pausing between, as if awaiting her protests. On their first date, the protest had come after the first button; now she didn't protest at all, but still he went through the methodical simulation of shyness. When her blouse was open, he reached in and started feeling her bare tits. She wore no bra. Duke liked that, although he didn't like to think that other men could see the outline of her nipples when he wasn't with her. He pulled on those naked nipples, and they expanded and tingled.

Dolly had started to pant, her hot breath wafting into his mouth; little whimpers escaped her. He cupped her heavy tits and pushed them together, deepening the cleavage. His mouth slid from hers. She shuddered. He lowered his face and began to suck on her tits, taking as much of the big globes as he could into his mouth, his lips unpeeling and then drawing up with his mouth just as he had with his hands, until he was lip pulling her nipples.