It was now break time, and elder Ducat was finishing her meal, chatting in the middle of a group of women. She was generally a popular woman among her peers due to her gentle character and caring side, even after her special fetishes became known. Since the concept of perversion didn’t truly exist, she was only seen as someone a bit weird, just like me.
She noticed my arrival, allowing me to give her the “look”. She immediately shivered, standing up after excusing herself. I turned around to leave for a quiet spot, certain that she would follow me.
When I reached an empty remote cave, I heard her trotting behind, her face showing her anticipation for what was to come.
“Strip.”
I didn’t need to order twice because she instantly dropped her pelts on the ground, revealing her mature body. I took a second to admire it once more, especially her massive breasts, red pubic and non-pubic hair, darkened pussy, and large clitoris.
Excited, I also removed my clothing, my dick standing strong in front of her.
“Sit on the pelts.”
Once again, she swiftly obeyed, without a second of hesitation. I moved forward until my cock was right in front of her eyes, ordering her for the third time.
“Use your breasts to make me feel good.”
This time, though, she hesitated, unsure about my will. This was something we had never done before, and the concept visibly escaped her.
“My… breasts?”
“That’s right. Don’t you have such a large, useless chest? Use your vulgar flesh and rub my penis to make me feel good.”
“Huh…”
Perplexed, her gaze hovered between her boobs and my tool, as she stayed still, unmoving.
“Hurry up, you lowly bilsan!”
My rebuke made her tremble, not in resentment, but in joy of being bullied. A bilsan was a beast different from the usual ones found around the grotto. They were quadrupeds the size of an adult and had strong charging power when defending themselves. However, they had a clear weak point: they were extremely stupid, often crashing their heads into trees when charging their enemies or getting disoriented when things didn’t go their way. As such, after a lot of trials and errors by calling elder Ducat names to degrade her, I found that this one was the most effective, elevating her wish to be looked down upon to the maximum.
She put herself on her knees, approaching her breasts to my shaft. It was obvious she wasn’t sure what to do, but valiantly tried the first thing that came to mind. She delicately took my rod in hand, poking its tip against her tits. At that point, I almost burst into laughter, so funny was the situation. I forcefully restrained myself, biting my inner cheeks to stop my smile from getting too large and stay in my sadist role.
Frankly, it wasn’t her fault. Telling a woman who knew almost nothing about sex, and even less about boobjobs, to do it suddenly had to end up with such random action. By now, I should have rebuked her and told her what to do exactly, but I felt like letting her do her thing, just to see what she would come up with.
She initially rubbed my glands against her chest, which didn’t feel bad, truthfully, even though the stimulation was limited. After a bit, she came up with another idea. She moved my dick left and right, rubbing it against her mounts and nipples, forcing me to restrain another chuckle from coming out. It sort of looked like my cock was slapping her boobs, which was something I hadn’t seen even in porn videos in my past life, though I was sure it existed somewhere, since perversion had no limits.
For a long time, I let her do whatever she came up with, trying my best to stay stoic. She often checked my expression to see if she was doing it right, but I didn’t give her any indication. Watching her struggle, I already felt like my stress was going away. I knew she was the right person to go to in this situation, and we were barely starting our fun.
At one point, she had the idea of placing my penis between her breasts. However, she didn’t go for a traditional titjob. Instead, she handled her boobs, one in each hand, and slapped them against my tool from each side, again and again. This was too much for me, and I couldn’t hold my laughter anymore.
“Pffftt! Hahahaha! Hahaha! Ha… What are you looking at, stupid bilsan?”
I tried to go back into character after my epic failure, as elder Ducat stared at me, completely bewildered. She understood she hadn’t done her task correctly, but wasn’t sure in which way she had disappointed. Not that it mattered. I gave her a light slap, making her breath harder, her eyes lighting up at the rude treatment.
“Here, hold your breasts. See? Put my penis in between them. Now, rub it on both sides. Don’t slap them, rub them. Yes, just like that.”
Finally, after my explanation, she understood what I wanted, and the real boobjob started. The pleasure immediately increased, and I sighed with contentment. Still, we could make it better, and I didn’t stop my instructions.
“Spit some saliva in between your breasts, to make it more fluid.”
“Move your chest up and down, apply some pressure to make me feel better.”
“Use your mouth to suck on my tip whenever it comes out.”
She listened carefully to my instructions, obeying everything to the best of her abilities. The act was completely foreign and new to her, and she didn’t understand the point of it at all, but that was nothing new with me. Pretty much everything we experienced together left her taken aback, though she always ended up enjoying our acts greatly.
She was now getting used to the titwank, the lewd sound of her chest rubbing against my cock resonating in the cave.