I shook my head, a smile on my lips. Why should I resist my needs? Had I known what I was going through, I'd have done so. See, the hornier I get, the more pheromones I put off. Like I said, I had no idea.
Leaning back, I began to soap up my breasts, biting my lip as my nipples tingled with each passing of the bar. I soon switched to my hands, squeezing and caressing them. When I turned seventeen last year, my breasts more then doubled in size. This wasn't surprisng to me. Tamaranian's had big mammaries because our babies had nine stomaches to feed. In any case, I now had a healthy set of triple D cup breasts. Raven pretends that she pities me for having them. She says I become "objectified" by being so busty. I know she wishes she had a pair like mine. Her own breasts were on the borders of D and DD, so she too was rather large. Whether she says it to make me feel bad or to convince herself she wasn't jealous, I didn't know.
It made little difference to me at the time. I continued to tease my nipples and squeeze my soft tit flesh. My left hand snaked down to my vaginal region. My self-lubrication was noticable, even in the shower. I slipped two fingers into myself, pumping. Closing my eyes, I imagined Robin fucking me. X'hal, how I loved his technique. As you may have guessed, I wasn't a virgin at the time. Because we have such...plentiful organs, Tamaranians are not well suited to large male genitals. There simply isn't enough room. While large compared to my race, Robin was average on this planet, a fact I was thankful for. It would be devestating if he was simply too big for me.
I pictured him thrusting into me as I whispered his name, his lips alternating between kissing mine and sucking on my hard nipples. And all the while, my pheromones pumped into the room and out through the vents like a arousal causing virus. |