Molly’s Boobs – part 4
Molly experimented with materials and layouts to make another bra. I went to her house almost every day and helped her with ideas purchasing various materials. She was planning, cutting parts, sewing them together and trying different shapes. She wanted to make a bra that would hold her breasts firmly while leaving some space for her arms and hands.
We came to a conclusion that the cups should be lower. Actually, as low as her stomach. This setting left the upper part of her torso free. The new model let her huge boobs sag and the new bra was holding them on her stomach area. A wide back strap prevented them from moving to the sides. When she finally tried the finished bra on, she looked as if she had big belly and small breasts as all the mass was hanging low at the height of her waist.
Molly liked the bra, but as we were assessing how it looked when she was dressed, she realized she looked like a woman with fat pregnant belly and flat chest.
“I cannot wear this bra outside the house.” she said, “I do not want to look pregnant.”
So on those rare occasions when we were going out she wore the first bra that kept her boobs up on her ribcage in more natural position. The problem was she could not see where she was stepping. She simply could not see her feet over the mound of her boobs. They were sticking so much forward that Molly could see the ground only 2 meters in front of her. The rest of her sight was blocked by her giant breasts. She needed me to hold her arm and lead her. Without my help she kept stumbling.
Another problem was in the shops. She swept things from shelves with her boobs when she was trying to reach for goods in upper shelves. We solved that. She was pushing the shopping cart and I was putting things into it. Of course, that meant she could not go shopping by herself any more.
Molly made another bra of the first type that had wider cups made of firm material. This bra pushed the flesh of her breasts more to the sides and under her armpits. In fact it worked as an extreme minimizer bra. She complained it was not too comfortable. She breathed heavily as the pressure on her ribs was too high. In spite of the discomfort she wore it outside more often.
The first day Molly had this minimizer on we went for a short walk. It was only 500 meters to the park. I noticed her heavy breathing on the way, so it was no surprise to me when she wanted to sit down on a bench. She leaned back and rested. Now and then she pulled the bra straps and positioned her large boobs in the cups. We talked for a while and then she said she wanted to go back home. I helped her stand up.
“Uh,” she heaved a sigh, “The bra is too tight.” She moved the straps on her shoulders again.
We were walking slowly back home. I watched her muffin cleavage wobbling while the mass of her breasts were held firmly in restricting reinforced cups of her bra. The fabric of her dress was not as tight as in the other bra, but I could see the new underwear made her breathing difficult.
When we came home. Molly pulled her the dress off and started unhooking the bra. She sat down on the bed and released her huge assets from the cups. Her breasts had pressmarks all over. I started massaging them. Molly gave a sigh of relief. She lay on the bed leaving her breasts sag to the sides, her nipples started to erect. I kneaded the left boob, then the other. Molly closed her eyes.
“Suck my nipples, please.” she said.
I sucked her huge dark nipples and kept massaging the tissue of her boobs with both hands. I was horny as hell. After a moment she spread her thighs and I entered her with my rock hard cock. We were making love for a long time. Molly breathed heavily her arousal was rising, but there was no orgasm coming.
We changed positions a few times. Molly liked it I had an orgasm and sprayed my juice all over her torso, but she could not reach orgasm even when I helped her with my fingers on her G-spot.
After a long time, when I was already tired of my second orgasm she sat and leaned over the wall. She took my head in her hands and put it on her knees. I open my mouth and she shoved her big nipple in it. I started sucking intensely. I could feel how the temperature of her boobs started rising and the nipple in my mouth hardened even more. Then it came. Waves of orgasm ran through her body. She was holding her left breasts tight and let me sucking her right one. More and more orgasmic spasms seized her body.
Then after a long time she calmed down. She kept my head on her knees and left her nipple in my mouth to play gently. She caressed my forehead.
“We tried all positions I can imagine.” she said slowly, “But the only way I can reach orgasm is when you knead my breasts and when you suck me.”
I did not say anything waiting what would come next.
“I cannot have any surgery. I would lose the ability to have orgasm.” She continued. “These breasts are my curse and my blessing at the same time. They make my life difficult but I cannot imagine losing the sensitivity. I loved the pressure of the tight bra even though I had difficulties to breathe. All I could think about during the walk was the moment you would start sucking me.”
We came to a conclusion that the cups should be lower. Actually, as low as her stomach. This setting left the upper part of her torso free. The new model let her huge boobs sag and the new bra was holding them on her stomach area. A wide back strap prevented them from moving to the sides. When she finally tried the finished bra on, she looked as if she had big belly and small breasts as all the mass was hanging low at the height of her waist.
Molly liked the bra, but as we were assessing how it looked when she was dressed, she realized she looked like a woman with fat pregnant belly and flat chest.
“I cannot wear this bra outside the house.” she said, “I do not want to look pregnant.”
So on those rare occasions when we were going out she wore the first bra that kept her boobs up on her ribcage in more natural position. The problem was she could not see where she was stepping. She simply could not see her feet over the mound of her boobs. They were sticking so much forward that Molly could see the ground only 2 meters in front of her. The rest of her sight was blocked by her giant breasts. She needed me to hold her arm and lead her. Without my help she kept stumbling.
Another problem was in the shops. She swept things from shelves with her boobs when she was trying to reach for goods in upper shelves. We solved that. She was pushing the shopping cart and I was putting things into it. Of course, that meant she could not go shopping by herself any more.
Molly made another bra of the first type that had wider cups made of firm material. This bra pushed the flesh of her breasts more to the sides and under her armpits. In fact it worked as an extreme minimizer bra. She complained it was not too comfortable. She breathed heavily as the pressure on her ribs was too high. In spite of the discomfort she wore it outside more often.
The first day Molly had this minimizer on we went for a short walk. It was only 500 meters to the park. I noticed her heavy breathing on the way, so it was no surprise to me when she wanted to sit down on a bench. She leaned back and rested. Now and then she pulled the bra straps and positioned her large boobs in the cups. We talked for a while and then she said she wanted to go back home. I helped her stand up.
“Uh,” she heaved a sigh, “The bra is too tight.” She moved the straps on her shoulders again.
We were walking slowly back home. I watched her muffin cleavage wobbling while the mass of her breasts were held firmly in restricting reinforced cups of her bra. The fabric of her dress was not as tight as in the other bra, but I could see the new underwear made her breathing difficult.
When we came home. Molly pulled her the dress off and started unhooking the bra. She sat down on the bed and released her huge assets from the cups. Her breasts had pressmarks all over. I started massaging them. Molly gave a sigh of relief. She lay on the bed leaving her breasts sag to the sides, her nipples started to erect. I kneaded the left boob, then the other. Molly closed her eyes.
“Suck my nipples, please.” she said.
I sucked her huge dark nipples and kept massaging the tissue of her boobs with both hands. I was horny as hell. After a moment she spread her thighs and I entered her with my rock hard cock. We were making love for a long time. Molly breathed heavily her arousal was rising, but there was no orgasm coming.
We changed positions a few times. Molly liked it I had an orgasm and sprayed my juice all over her torso, but she could not reach orgasm even when I helped her with my fingers on her G-spot.
After a long time, when I was already tired of my second orgasm she sat and leaned over the wall. She took my head in her hands and put it on her knees. I open my mouth and she shoved her big nipple in it. I started sucking intensely. I could feel how the temperature of her boobs started rising and the nipple in my mouth hardened even more. Then it came. Waves of orgasm ran through her body. She was holding her left breasts tight and let me sucking her right one. More and more orgasmic spasms seized her body.
Then after a long time she calmed down. She kept my head on her knees and left her nipple in my mouth to play gently. She caressed my forehead.
“We tried all positions I can imagine.” she said slowly, “But the only way I can reach orgasm is when you knead my breasts and when you suck me.”
I did not say anything waiting what would come next.
“I cannot have any surgery. I would lose the ability to have orgasm.” She continued. “These breasts are my curse and my blessing at the same time. They make my life difficult but I cannot imagine losing the sensitivity. I loved the pressure of the tight bra even though I had difficulties to breathe. All I could think about during the walk was the moment you would start sucking me.”
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