Breasts

The breasts chased him all the way through the tunnel, and when Jason got out of the tunnel, he fell off a cliff, down the ravine, and toward the watery abyss. He could feel his heart and lungs stopped, the air whisking by him, pulling the skin from his face into his skull. But then he was saved by the breasts that had made their speedy way past him to just above the water, and they enveloped him in a warm embrace that had his heart beat and breathing returning to normal.

The breasts flew him to a green pasture with rolling hills as far as the eye could see. Green and blue, with a touch of orange on the horizon, filled the panorama.

He suckled on the left breast but left the right one alone. The right breast began to slap at the left one, jump up and down, and nudge Jason in the back of his head. But Jason kept suckling on the left breast, gathering milk for life-sustenance, and ignored the right breast’s entreaty.

When satiated, Jason lifted his head up and looked at the left breast, purring quietly and resting, fully rounded and relaxed. The right breast, all tensed up and fidgeting, annoyed Jason. So Jason climbed to the far side of the left breast and started licking it.

He licked more and more, and the breast became firm. He then reached for the nipple, tantalized it with a few nibbly bites. It stood straight up. He could hear a moaning sound come up from inside the breast, and he went back to the licking and nibbling, licking and nibbling. And he started to suck the nipple of the breast harder, and harder – until the moaning became more powerful.

And then Jason felt a little slap on his forehead. He looked up and saw Charlie’s face, twelve inches away.

“Damn it, Jason ...” Charlie said. “If you’re gonna wake me up and suck my cock, at least don’t treat it like a woman’s breast. Go down on me for real.”