"Are you OK with helping me?" I asked.
"Yeah. Never mind me. You go for it. To steal a phrase from you, 'it's a guy thing'."
I went through 240 and then 260 before sanity returned and I decided to give myself a break. I was pretty sure I would not tear a muscle, or if I did, that I could fix it immediately, but I wanted to get the benefit of the workout, not set a new record. As I sat up for the last time, Jim was looking at me funny again.
"What?" I asked.
"Jeez. You aren't even sweating." I lifted an arm to check my pit. I was dry as a bone. I de-tranced. I felt refreshed and energized. "You could keep going, couldn't you?" Jim asked.
"Unhunh." I admitted.
"Holy shit. I knew you were strong... but... jeez. You're strong!"
"Yeah. Jim, sit." Jim sat.
"Yes, ma'am." He said.
I looked into his eyes. To say he had discovered a new level of respect for me would be a mild way of putting it.
"Jim, are you going to be OK with this? I would really appreciate your help, but if this is going to freak you out, I can do it alone."
"No! I'm good. Really." He paused for a bit to collect his thoughts. "I just. I mean." He paused again. "Last night you were great! I was so impressed. Then we started talking this superhero stuff, and I thought it was great. I just didn't take it seriously, you know? I thought it was just talk — a put-on. But it wasn't, was it? You really are a superhero?"
"Not yet, Jim. Not yet. But I'm working on it. And I need you to help me." I went over and sat on his lap. I leaned against him and put my head on his shoulder.
"Please hold me?" I asked. He put both arms around me. We sat for a while and after a bit I felt him relax. Soon, he started stroking my back. Then he kissed my forehead. He sighed and hugged me.
"I'm OK now." He said. "Thanks. This is just getting a little strange."
"I'm afraid it's going to get worse before it gets better, Jimbo." I smiled at him. "Things are certain to get a lot stranger before we're through with this."
"Sarah, I promise I will help you in any way I can. You can rely on me, OK."
"OK. That's good to know."
"Good boy. And now for your reward." The workout was making me horny again.
I stood in front of him and pulled the short t-shirt up over my breasts. He took my breasts in each hand. His grip was firm, but gentle. He pulled me closer. I could feel his breath on my nipple as he pulled my breast to his lips. He slowly licked the whole nipple with one broad swipe of his tongue. I felt a tingle shoot through me as the rough part of his tongue scraped across my sensitive flesh.
He pursed his lips like he was about to blow a bugle. He tightened his grip on my breast, like he thought I might try to get away. Then he pulled the nipple to his lips.
He slowly sucked my nipple into his mouth through his pursed lips. I could feel it deforming into a thin cone as it was drawn in. It felt like it was being sucked down a straw. The feeling of being sucked in was intense. It was like he wanted to get the whole breast into his mouth through his pursed lips. When no more of me could be sucked in, he stepped up the suction and started to lick the part of me inside his mouth. He was so demanding and his mouth was so strong that I almost swooned with pleasure at the feeling.
I leaned my head back and bit my lip as the intense feeling that was not quite pain melted into pure pleasure. I shuddered and gave a little squeak. I pulled the t-shirt off and tossed it over the barbell. He changed to sucking in slow pulses, drawing more of me into his mouth each time. It was wonderful.
After a couple of minutes, he let my nipple slip back out of his mouth. It was swollen from the workout he had given it and it was bright red. He licked it again with the back of his tongue. This time the rough feeling made me shiver. He pulled my other breast to his lips and I knew my other nipple was in for the same treatment.
Instead of taking the other nipple immediately he paused. I felt it swell in anticipation.
"Please. Do it." He quit torturing me and began to suck on my other nipple as well. When he had it halfway into his mouth I came. I had no idea that I could cum from breast stimulation alone, so it was a shock to me. I managed to keep my legs under me, but my arms jerked and dangled at my sides and my head dropped back on my neck. Jim had such a firm grip on my breasts that I felt like he could hold me up by them alone.
He sucked my nipple all the way into his mouth, just like the first one. He gave it the complete treatment and when he was done, both nipples were swollen and puffy. Both felt like they had been thoroughly used and both glowed with pleasure.
"Damn! That was good!" I said with a big grin on my face. "You have a rare talent."
Seeing that I was in no hurry to leave, he kissed my breasts and licked my nipples some more. I purred with pleasure at the feeling of his mouth on me. When he squeezed my breast and pulled it roughly to his mouth, I made no protest, but shuddered with the expectation of further stimulation.
This time he sucked even harder than before. It felt like he wanted to suck all of me into him. He started to alternate between breasts, each time sucking harder than before. Soon, both my nipples were very red and sore from being sucked so hard.
Jim stopped to look at them. I thought he was admiring his work, but he looked concerned, so I told him, "You can't hurt me, remember. Suck as hard as you want. Suck as hard as you can. I love it."
Encouraged, he renewed his attack on my tender flesh. He became a tiger and I was his prey. He mauled my breasts and sucked my nipples so hard I thought they would burst. I came again. Then again. I surrendered my breasts to his rough treatment and vibrated where I stood as orgasms wracked my body. Jim had found my weakness. I loved having my breasts abused.
Jim must have finally accepted that he could not hurt me and that I was thoroughly enjoying everything he was doing. He stopped sucking and started biting my nipples, gently at first and then harder until he was almost chewing them.
"Oh, God! YES! I love it. Oh, damn! Oh, don't stop. Don't ever stop." I shrieked. I was cumming so hard that he could have bitten my nipple right off and I would have loved it. He dug his teeth into me and tugged like he was trying to rip them off my body. He squeezed my breasts until they were about to pop. He started biting my bulging flesh. He became like a wild animal trying to eat me alive.
Finally, I was cumming so hard that I could no longer stand up. I collapsed onto Jim and he caught me and held me tightly. I felt him pick me up off my feet and carry me over to a loveseat where he laid me down. My smile was so wide that my back teeth were showing. I was in a state of bliss.
My nipples were raw and so hugely swollen that I could see them sticking out on the tips of my beasts like purplish-red muffin tops. The feeling of ecstasy radiating from them was intense. I had to touch them. I softly ran my fingers over them then I put my palms over them. The heat of my hands on them was like fire.
Jim watched me play with my breasts with almost as big a smile as I had. "You fraud." He said, chuckling. "You let us think you were being tortured. You had to get free before you had a climax. The game would have been up, then."
I put a finger to my pursed lips. "Shhhhh!" I said. "Don't tell on me. Alex already scolded me for getting free too quickly. She says I cheated her out of being ass-raped with Bubba's big cock."
"You and Alex are just alike; a couple of horny girls who are up for anything. Damn! Bubba and Leon got off light. If they hadn't got out when they did, you two might have fucked them to death."
"What an interesting idea. Careful I don't try it out on you, Jimbo."
"I'd go willingly and die happy. I have an idea. Wait here." He went over to the wet bar and bent down. I couldn't see what he was doing, but when he came back, he had his hands behind him and he was grinning wickedly.
"What are you up to?" I asked. "Nothing good, I hope."
"Close your eyes and I'll give you a surprise."
I was tempted to peek, but I was so aroused I would have let him do anything to me anyway, so I closed my eyes. I heard him lean closer and then I felt the ice cubes being rubbed on my nipples. It felt awful, wonderful, hot, cold, arousing, numbing and very, very intense. I arched my back and lifted myself off the couch with my hands. Jim rubbed the ice around and around and over my abused nipples. The sensation was so overpowering that I wanted to scream. I clenched my teeth and growled like an animal in the back of my throat. My climax roared back to life and my growl turned into panting as I twisted my torso around involuntarily, making Jim chase my breasts around with the ice.
It was such an intense experience that I felt like I was going to pass out, but I clung to consciousness and savoured the whole thing. Eventually, the ice melted. My swollen nipples had shrunk to mere nubs from the chill of the ice. Water ran off my breasts and threatened the leather upholstery. Jim thoughtfully mopped it up with the towel. I lay with my head on the armrest of the loveseat and whimpered as echoes of my orgasm ricocheted around my spine, making me twitch and jerk.
Jim sat on the floor next to me and stroked me all over as my climax melted into afterglow. He touched my hair, my face, my breasts, my stomach, and my legs. I closed my eyes and let his hands sooth me. I was like a cat laying it its owners lap; just a love-sponge, soaking up all I could get. I did my best to purr for him so he would know how I felt.
I must have drifted off, because when I opened my eyes, Jim was gone. There was an afghan over me and my t-shirt had been folded and placed on the back of the couch where I would be sure to see it. I stretched and yawned before sitting up and putting on my top.
When I stood up, I saw Bud sitting a few feet away in an easy chair. He was reading the newspaper and he had earphones on so he could listen to music without disturbing me. When he saw me get up, he took off the phones and put down the paper.
"Hi, there, sleepyhead. Did you have a nice nap?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. Thank you. How long have you been here?"
"I came in right before the snoring started. You have a pretty little snore if you sleep with your neck at the right angle. I took over from Jim so he could go do some homework."
I must have looked puzzled as I folded the afghan and laid it over the back of the couch, because Bud said, "I didn't want you to get cold, so I put that over you. I hope you were comfortable."
"Yes, thank you. But you didn't have to sit with me."
"There was nothing I would rather do."
"That's sweet. Thank you." I climbed into his lap and cuddled up to him. He hugged me and kissed me. I purred for him, too.
"You're just a big pussy-cat." He said.