Good girl Nikki regrets her slutty actions in the library. But can Johnny convince her to pursue her true destiny as the little nipple slut?
Sleep didn't come easily to Nikki that night. She tossed and turned, brain in overdrive. Every time she began to doze off, images of that afternoon's explicit events flashed in her mind. Johnny's fingers on her nipples, Johnny's stiff dick in her hand, Johnny's hot sperm coating her palm. She flushed with shame, burned with regret. What had possessed her? She was a good girl! She was not a slut! She had barely kissed boys before, had suppressed every desire, channelled all her energies into her schoolwork. Her teachers praised her, her parents were proud of her. If they knew what she had done today...
Eventually, sleep came. But it was not the pure, untroubled sleep of the previous night. Lust came like a fever in her unconsciousness. In her dreams she was naked, light, unburdened of guilt. She seduced and cavorted. She saw boys on every side of her, naked boys with stiff dicks and high, full balls. She felt the magnetic pull of the dicks, felt it in her hot, wet pussy, her throbbing clit. She could feel her nipples swell and harden, begging for the touch of the boys' fingers, their mouths, even their cocks. The boys surrounded her, humping their hips in an obscene dance. Their cocks bounced and waved. One by one, they started to cum. Their cum splashed on her arms, her stomach, her legs, her pussy. More boys came, the cum soaking her tits, her face, her hair. She was covered in cum, swimming in cum, drowning in cum.
She awoke, panting, soaked in sweat, sheets bundled up at the foot of the bed. Her pajama top was pushed up over her breasts, the shorts around her ankles. Her left hand was feverishly twisting and pulling on a nipple, while the right was rubbing on her hot little button, sliding around in her copious juices, taking her to new heights even as her pussy convulsed from her recent orgasm. Dazed, still half-asleep, stuck in the dream and lost in the feeling, she continued her horny assault on her sex organs, before she awoke fully with a panicked start, pulling her hands away in shock. What was she doing? Pinching her nipples and frigging her little clit like some wanton slut? Creaming all over her sheets? What if her parents heard her? What if they found her sheets in the morning, soaked in pussy juice, stinking of her sexual desire? They would know she was no longer their good girl, a girl who they could be proud of. Instead, she was a girl who was filled with shameful desires and uncontrollable lust. How could she be their sweet, pure girl, when all she could think about was hard, throbbing, spurting cocks?
She got up, stripped off her bedsheets and put on fresh ones. She would wash the soiled ones in the morning. Her parents must never know. She went to the bathroom, peeled off her sweaty, musky pajamas, soaked a washcloth in cold water and scrubbed her shivering body clean. The chafing of the washcloth on her nipples sent a shudder through her – not lust, no. Surely revulsion at the memory of her sluttishness. The icy water on her most sensitive areas helped to cool the feverish heat that had plagued her that night, and she dried her body, donned fresh pajamas, and slid back into bed. She vowed to herself as she lay unsleeping in her new sheets that tomorrow would be a new day, free of these new confusing and distressing feelings, a return to her old, good self.
*
"Nikki!" her father called. "Johnny's here to see you"
Nikki cursed. She had spent the past few days at school studiously avoiding Johnny. She had even begun to skip going to the library after school finished, choosing instead to hide in the girls' locker room until her dad came to pick her up. She ignored Johnny's texts and calls; every time his name flashed up on her screen, she couldn't help but think of his face, scrunched up in ecstasy as he shot his hot sperm into her hand. This boy she'd known all her life, who she'd always thought of as the brother she'd never had. She felt like she'd ruined their friendship, blaming herself for what had transpired in the library. How could she face him after he'd seen her writhing around, half naked, using language that she'd never even used in her mind, let alone out loud? She hadn't even realised she'd known half of those words until they came flying out of her mouth; she'd felt possessed.
And now he was here, at her house. It was Saturday, and she'd felt relieved to not be at school, to not have to dodge Johnny all day. But of course, of course he would call for her at her house, like he'd been doing all his life. And now she was trapped. She couldn't tell her dad not to let him in without explaining why, and that was not a conversation she wanted to have with him. So like a girl condemned, she called, her voice flat:
"Okay, I'm in my room."
The next thing she knew, her door was being pushed open, and Johnny's sheepish, pink face was half-smiling at her.
"Come in, I guess," she said, averting her eyes, looking at her feet. She was sitting at the pillow end of her bed, and Johnny came in, hovering awkwardly for a second, before perching at the foot of the bed.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey."
There was an awkward silence, before they both started speaking at the same time.
"Listen, I'm..."
"Nikki I'm so..."
They stopped, smiled.
"You first," said Johnny.
"I just wanted to say I'm so sorry," said Nikki. "I just don't know what came over me that day, when... you know." She blushed. "I feel so terrible, I feel like I ruined everything."
"Nikki, what are you talking about?" said Johnny, his face a picture of wide-eyed confusion. "I came here to apologise to you. I should never have made you do those things. This week when I didn't see you and you wouldn't answer my texts, I thought you were so mad at me, I thought you hated me and never wanted to see me again. I thought if I came round here you'd refuse to see me too, but I had to try, Nik. I didn't want to lose you as a friend, just because I'm a stupid, horny idiot."
They both sat and looked at each other. Then they both broke into grins.
"I guess we're both idiots," said Nikki, and laughed. She didn't say, I guess we're both horny idiots. But that's what she was thinking.
The ice broken, they quickly lapsed back into their usual familiarity, relaxing in each other's presence, making in-jokes and talking about school. After a while, Nikki's dad yelled up that he was going out to the grocery store and would be gone for a couple of hours.
When he had left, Johnny said, "I've got a confession to make."
"Ooh, what is it?" said Nikki."Well. In the past few days, I was thinking a lot about what happened. In the library."
"Johnny!" Nikki looked like she was about to get mad at him, and he knew he was on thin ice.
"Listen, I can't help it okay, I'm a teenage boy!" he joked.
She cracked a half-smile and rolled her eyes, so he went on.
"So I've heard a lot of boys talk about that stuff. Sex stuff." he said. "My brother especially. You know he's had so many girlfriends, or like, dates."
Nikki nodded. Johnny's brother Scott was a couple of years older than them. He was only average looking, but possessed such charm and confidence that he never failed to win girls over, and so had a reputation of being quite the stud.
"But," continued Johnny, "I've never heard anyone talk about a girl who... don't get mad okay!" he said after seeing the look on her face. "Just hear me out, please!"
She nodded, reluctant but curious where he was going with this.
"I've never heard of a girl who got so... um... hot? From having her nipples played with."
Both their faces were now fire-engine red, and neither could look at the other.
"So I did some... um... research?" continued Johnny. "And I found out that it's not super common or anything. But that there are some girls - women I mean – who get super turned on just from nipple stimulation? And who can, um. Who can... orgasm. Just from having them played with or like, sucked? So maybe that's what you have?"
Nikki wanted to be mad at him. She wanted to tell him it was none of his business, that she'd decided to go back to being her pure, non-sexual self and she didn't need any of his sex talk or making assumptions about her. But her mind was reeling. She remembered how, as soon as Johnny had touched her nipple in the library, she'd felt arousal flood through her, like there was a line from her nipple to her clit, and when he'd rubbed her nipple, her pussy had come alive, tingling and saturating with juice. Even hearing him talking about it now had her shifting on the bed, squeezing her thighs together and allowing one of her folded arms to ever so gently rub over her chest.
"So, um, what do you think?" he said.
"I don't know, Johnny," she said. "How am I supposed to know? It only happened like one time. You know I never did anything like that before!"
"I know, I know," he said hastily. "I just thought it was interesting. It's almost like... this is gonna sound stupid. But it's almost like a superpower?"
"What on earth are you talking about, you weirdo?" she teased.
"Ugh, I'm not explaining myself well," he said. "But listen, right. Most girls – from what my brother has told me – most girls, you need to do a lot of work on them to get them to, uh, to orgasm. Some girls, they can't do it at all. It's not like with guys, we've got the opposite problem! It's trying to stop the damn thing from exploding straight away that causes our stress."
Nikki laughed.
"But," he continued. "If you're one of these girls where, all the guy has to do is just, like, play with your nipples a bit? And it's so easy for you to have an orgasm? Then you get to have all the amazing sex, none of the stress for you or the guy, none of the frustration, y'know? So you see, it's kind of like a superpower?"
Nikki thought it over. "But I'm not a slut," she finally said. "I don't want this superpower. Give it to someone like Bethany, she'd be over the moon! I've heard her talk in the locker room about how it's so hard to find a guy who's actually good at sex, who doesn't just poke a couple of fingers in a girl when she's not even wet for like 30 seconds and think that's enough to get her off. But I don't even date, let alone sleep around! What use is it to me?"
"Well," said Johnny slowly. "You're not a slut, sure. And you don't sleep around. But it's not slutty to want to feel good."
"What do you mean?" said Nikki.
"I mean... here, let me show you, he said. He took out his phone, typed something into his web browser.
"Johnny, no," she said when he turned the screen to her. "Porn? No, are you crazy?"
But part of her was mesmerized, eyes glued to the screen. A woman sat on her bed, alone, in white panties. She had large, full breasts. Her legs were open, the camera between her legs, pointed up at her body. She began to rub, pinch and pull her nipples. Her eyes were closed and her head leaned back of the pillows she had propped herself up with. As she manipulated her nipples, a wet patch began to appear in the crotch of her underwear. She took one of her breasts, lifting it from underneath with a hand, raising it up to her mouth. She fed the nipple into her mouth and began to nurse on it. This caused her to moan and start humping her hips, the wet patch on her panties spreading. She reached down and pulled her panties off, sitting back with her legs open. They could now see her shaved labia, pink and swollen, her clit erect and standing out from her lips, her pussy open, the whole area a wet mess of juice as she continued sucking and pinching her nipples.
Nikki's eyes were wide. Her nipples felt like hard little pebbles inside her bra, and she fidgeted around trying to surreptitiously rub them with her folded arms. She'd thought she'd hate to watch porn, but the sight of this woman, bold and confident in her desires, giving herself so much pleasure - no man, just her - was a revelation. She could no longer imagine why her parents tried to convince her that playing with herself was slutty, that good girls didn't do it. How could it be a bad thing to make your own body feel good?
Johnny meanwhile, was hard as steel inside his own underwear. He had stopped looking at the porn, instead watching Nikki. He could see the fascination on her face, could see the same shifting and fidgeting that he recognised from his own experiences of getting an unexpected boner in public – both desperate to make it subside, but also being swept along in the good feelings and not being able to resist finding ways to feel a little more of them.
On the screen, the woman continued to roll and pull her nipples, sucking first one, then the other, a spreading wet patch on the sheets between her legs as she rolled her hips and moaned.
Johnny looked at Nikki, her eyes glazed, her lips parted. In a small voice, not wanting to break the spell, he said,"Try it."
She turned to him, still half in a trance."What?"
"Try..." he motioned to the screen. Brought his hand to his own, flat chest. Mimed pinching his nipple.
"What.... no!" she said, shock coming over her face, bringing her out of her trance.
"How else will you know?" he said. "If this is your superpower?"
She froze, half ready to throw him out of her room.
"How will you know unless you try?" he continued. "It's only me here. And you know," he smiled. "I've seen it all before!"
She picked up a pillow and threw it at him. But he was right, she thought. To have that power, to be the bold, confident, powerful woman in the video. To be capable of such pleasure, to have it all there at the touch of her own hand. It was too much temptation for her to resist. She looked back at the screen. The woman had just started cumming, crying out, head thrown back, her untouched pussy gushing juice. She looked at Johnny. His cheeks were flushed, and was that a tent in his pants?
Still looking at Johnny's crotch, at that telltale bulge, she lifted her shirt, pulling it over her head. She sat there in a baby blue cotton bra, hesitating before casting a glance back at the woman on the screen who now lay back panting, floored by the power of her orgasm. Nikki reached behind her and unclipped her bra. It fell to the bed and she swept it away. Eyes on Johnny's crotch, Nikki reached up with trembling fingers, gently took her nipple between finger and thumb, and gave it the lightest rub. Her back arched. Yes! This was it, this was what the woman in the video felt. Nikki became bolder, imitating the woman, beginning to roll the nipple and pull it out from her body. The thick nipple jutted out, stiffening under her fingers. She knew she could never reach it with her tongue; her breasts were still too small. But in a burst of inspiration, she put her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them until they were coated in her saliva. Then she pulled them out and grasped her nipple in her wet fingers. She cried out in pleasure. She couldn't believe how good it felt. All her inhibitions fell away and she began mauling both nipples with her hands, pinching and pulling, humping her crotch obscenely.
"Yes oh yes, oh it feels so good," she moaned. "Oh Johnny, you were right, I've got magic nipples! I can feel my pussy creaming! I feel like someone's rubbing my clit every time I rub my nipples!"
Her legs were wide on the bed now, mirroring the woman. Johnny couldn't bear it. He began to palm his hand over his crotch, rubbing his turgid bulge.
"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Rub your dick, rub your hard dick for me! Oh god, take it out, Johnny, take your dick out, I want to see it!"
Johnny struggled out of his pants, kicking them across the room. He stood in Marvel boxer briefs, the Avengers' faces distorted by the right angle of his erect penis pushing on the fabric. He pulled them down, and his dick sprung free, bobbing as he walked towards Nikki. He stood in front of her as she continued to pull at her nipples like a girl possessed. He started fisting his dick, the copious pre-cum lubricating his hand as it flew back and forth over his rigid member.
"Oh Johnny, I love your stiff cock, it's making me so wet! Oh yes, keep jerking yourself off, I want you to shoot your spunk on me!"
Her hips bucked and her legs writhed, one of them rubbing on his leg as he stood there and masturbated for her. The touch was electric for both of them and drove them to new heights.
"Scooch down" he said, and his voice was surprisingly deep and husky.
"What?" she said.
"Scooch down the bed," he said, motioning with his free hand.
Not stopping her assault on her small tits, she did as he asked. Lying back on her pillows, she realised why he had asked her to do this. She was now face to face with his throbbing teenage dick. It was inches from her face. She could see every vein as he squeezed and released it. She could see his pee hole, oozing pre-cum. She could see his sparsely-haired balls, drawing up tight under him as his arousal built. She had never seen anything so erotic in her life. As if hypnotized, she looked up at him.
"Put it in my mouth," she said. "Oh god, I want that big hard prick in my mouth!"
She opened her mouth as he stepped forwards. He thrust his hips, and his smooth, rigid member slid through her open lips, which closed around it. He could feel her tongue exploring, licking, drawing it further in. He reached down, brushing away her hands, and gripped both her nipples in his fingers. She squealed around his cock. The feeling was so intense, he knew he wouldn't last long. So he began molesting her tits in earnest, twisting and pulling on her nipples in unison. She moaned and thrust her hips. Her hands came up, one grasping the base of his cock, the other his tight, full balls. She massaged both, as her lips and tongue massaged his cock.
"Oh Nikki I'm gonna..." he cried, as he felt his orgasm crashing uncontrollably over him. As Nikki squeezed his balls and sucked hard on his dick, he felt hot sperm rush up from his balls and pump in great powerful spurts into Nikki's mouth and down her throat. He felt her pull back, crying out as he clamped down on both her nipples, drawing out her own mammoth orgasm as she gulped down his boiling spunk. As she pulled back, his dick popped out of her mouth, and, still spurting with what felt like more cum than he'd ever produced in his life, sprayed her face and finally her chest with his final offering. Thick white sperm dripped down her face, oozed down her bare tits, spilled out of the corner of her mouth. Her legs were wide open, and he could see a large wet patch at the crotch of her sweatpants. She was still reverently holding his wilting dick and balls. She gazed up at him, smiling, sated, looking every bit the little nipple slut.
"So, I guess we know what my superpower is now?" she said.
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