Space Babes of the 4-Play Fellowship and the Quest fot the Destiny Gate - Chapter 03 Relaxation 101

BB licked her lips again. She began tentatively, reaching slowly toward my breasts with both hands open and slightly trembling. Her gaze was fixed, like a child reaching wide-eyed for a shiny new toy. I closed my eyes as I felt her hot palms slide gently over my nipples. An involuntary shudder went through me, and I gave a quiet gasp. BB began to knead and squeeze my flesh with both hands, softly at first, but with gradually increasing force. I arched my back as her hands eventually became like talons crushing and clawing at my tits.

Finally, she let my left breast go and brought her right hand back into a cocked fist; at the same time, she spread the fingers of her left hand around my right breast and pushed it up into a bulging target, with the nipple visible front and center. I held my breath. "Is this what you want?" she taunted, and suddenly slammed a brick-hard fist into my waiting right breast, crushing it against my ribcage. A pang of excitement stabbed into me. For the tits of steel, this was like a sumptuous flick with a firm tongue. When BB saw that my wince was more of pleasure than pain, she smiled from the corner of her mouth and repeated the target punch to my right tit three more times, pausing between each blow to soak in my reaction before letting her fist fly again. Then she reversed her hands and moved to my left tit, where she repeated the routine, pushing up gently with one hand, and punching straight and hard into the nipple with the other. I was starting to pant softly. She teased me, asking coyly, "Is that enough? Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head. "No . . . keep . . . going . . . please . . . more."

BB let go of my tits and took a half step back and planted her feet in a power stance. I remained with my arms down at my sides, palms pressed flat against the wall behind me, pushing off slightly to keep my back arched and my chest thrust forward. I knew this was going to be good, and BB did not disappoint. She unleashed a whirlwind of rights and lefts that exploded against my breasts like rocket-propelled grenades. She started with crossing punches, catching the inside curve of each breast with her corresponding fist and blasting the tit out sideways from my body, causing my whole torso to twist slightly with each punch—first one way and then the other. Then she transitioned to fantastic uppercuts to the soft underbellies of my breasts, causing each one in turn to fly up almost to my face before bouncing back downward and bobbing vigorously in place, waiting for the next blow.

I was beginning to lose all grip on reality. Only an exquisitely heightened sense of touch remained, and BB was putting it on a course toward overload. My tits were like lightning rods in a thunderstorm of fists, and each punch was a sweetly electrifying jolt. By the time BB transitioned again and started plowing me back against the wall with straight jabs to my nipples, I could feel the heat rising around both areolas. It was working. She was doing it. The hot spots around my nipples began to spread and flow inward toward my sternum, and then trickle slowly down along the midline to the meeting of my ribs at the xyphoid process, collecting there like a pool of hot magma waiting to spill over the rim of a crater and plunge into my gut, setting it ablaze. I was ready, totally relaxed.

"Now!" I gasped. "Now, BB! My belly! With everything you've got!"

The spectacular punch landed dead center, and my whole body shook as my gut swallowed her fist all the way to the wrist. "Ungh!!" Pain—true, delicious pain—radiated in all directions. I would have let out a cry, but no breath came. My legs wobbled, and I started to slump forward, but BB caught my neck in a stiff-arm chokehold with her left hand and forced me back up against the wall.

"Oh, no you don't," she said. "I've worked too hard to get you here to let it end this fast. Now, I'm really gonna show you a good time." And with that she started driving a long series of huge right fists over and over into my stomach while she continued to hold me upright with her left hand—first punching straight into the navel, then the lower belly, then the right side, then the left, then back to linger again at the navel (clearly her favorite spot) with freight-train fists that blasted through my defenseless gut to crush my organs against my spine. Finally, she steadied me on my own two feet and took a couple steps back; before I could fall, she surged forward and threw all her weight behind one last precision-guided bomb to my bellybutton. The rippling blast wave released every floodgate of pain and pleasure left in my body, and the room went slowly dark.

To be continued . . . in Chapter Four: Fond Memories