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Breast Kink is the Best Kink

The Breast Kink Meme

You know what are awesome? Breasts. There. That's it. That's the meme. It's celebrating how titillating, how wonderful, how downright fun breasts can be in the right, uhm, hands. Come - but not too soon - and try out a multitude of kinks involving those wonderful things on your or your partners chests.

HOW TO PLAY

-Comment with your character. Put your preferences and all that good stuff.
-Obviously, dudes are welcome in this meme, as well.
-Reply to others.

PROMPTS

BIG: The ideal of feminine beauty...unless they draw too much attention.
FLAT CHEST: Anything more than a handful is a waste!
TIT FUCK: Also known as paizuri. Do I need to draw you a diagram of what does on here.
GROPING: Just hands-on fun.
MOUTH: Kissing, licking, suckling, all that good fun.
NIPPLES: Focus on those little nubs.
PIERCING: The actual action of piercing or someone already having it done.
LACTATION: Due to pregnancy or otherwise induced.
HUMILIATION: Making fun of someone for their breast size or lack thereof.
BREAST ENVY: Why can't you have their boobs?
EXPANSION: Like plastic surgery, only less invasive. Maybe.
BDSM: Any kind of purposeful injury, shibari, or other restraints.
WILDCARD

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[ Relaxing is easier said than done. ]

[ Homura was already shivering with anticipation, her breathing quickening once more. Even that light, teasing touch tracing up toward (but not quite reaching) her breasts is enough to elicit an immediate reaction; she gasps and arches her back slightly, her thin frame rubbing against Junko's considerably more developed body, those boobs pressed against her- ]

[ It's getting harder to think straight, but even now, she can't help but repeat to herself- this isn't right, this is wrong, what would Madoka think, what if she saw this? What kind of a friend would Homura be? She needs to put a stop to this. It wouldn't be hard; she just has to be firm, and calmly, coolly gently tell Madoka's mother that they shouldn't do this. ]

[ But... on the other hand, she'll probably end up having to reset the timeline, anyway. No one will ever know. No one... ]

[ Homura turns her head slightly, her flushed cheek only inches away from Junko's own. There's a hunger in her expression that seems completely out of place on a face so young, pent-up lust only just now starting to find release after years of being stuck in a hormonal teenager's body; her voice is a throaty whimper. ]

Mrs. Kanameee...

[ If Homura says stop, they stop - if she resists, they stop - if there's any indication she doesn't want this, Junko is happy to stop right away. Truthfully, she still knows, somewhere in her mind, that she's taking advantage of teenage hormones and lack of impulse control, but she never really got over those enough herself, even as a mother of two. With plenty of time and hormones reigning, Junko leans down to kiss the side of Homura's neck, breathing out against her. ]

Homura? Does this feel good?

[ It has to, the way her voice sounds, and Junko's just going to make it worse. Her hand creeps up the girl's body, hand moving to cup her breast, what little there is, squeezing softly and working her fingers over it without quite touching her nipple. Just stimulating her, testing how sensitive she is, and getting a feel for the body in her hands.

And teasing. ]

[ Even now, she's trying to keep herself under some sliver of control, though it's a losing battle. The way she tries to stop herself from moaning too loudly, her shuddering gasps quiet and full of need, only serves to make this entire situation even more illicit. Like she's afraid of being found out, and knows that they shouldn't be doing this- but that just makes the sensations running through her blossoming body sweeter, more sinful. ]

[ Homura really is being swept along for the ride, her soft, young flesh putty under experienced hands. She makes an expectant, tremulous sound at the feel of those full lips brushing against her neck, which turns into an almost-moan when Junko begins groping her small breast. One hand remains braced against Junko's arm; the other starts fumbling, caressing the older woman's cheek before running through her hair, like she's trying to ground herself against all these sensations. ]

Please don't, nnn, tease me like this...

[ Trying. She is, really, showing a lot of control, for a girl her age, but Homura doesn't have to speak or even use her hands to show Junko just how she feels about this. Junko can feel every little gasp and shudder in her body, quiet, restrained, like she's keeping a secret. They both are, but Junko's confident they won't be interrupted, and she's almost tempted to tell Homura to just let it come out, but there's something both cute and alluring about how she's trying to keep a little quiet.

Her thumb brushes over the girl's nipple now, rubbing gently, feeling how soft her body is. So small, so undeveloped, but beautifully sensitive, and Homura is all too willing to enjoy it. Junko laughs softly, pulling her other hand away and pressing it against Homura's stomach. ]

Then I guess I have no choice.

[ Her hand moves lower, pushing the bathrobe aside, slowly moving towards her legs. ]

[ All too willing to enjoy it, indeed. Homura distantly wonders if she should have been more reluctant, should have resisted her own urges- this is Madoka's mother, after all- ]

[ But all that flies out the window when Junko starts focusing on her nipple. Homura's gently curved body writhes slowly and she arches her back, leaning into the older woman's touch. Still irrationally worried that someone might hear her, her hand leaves Junko's head to cover her own mouth, muffling her soft moans- her aroused voice is higher-pitched, making her sound more her age. ]

N-No choice...?

[ She only realizes what Junko's talking about when her bathrobe gets pushed aside, revealing her slender legs, her warm thighs- and her panties, wet from something besides the rain. Homura actually makes a sound suspiciously like an embarrassed squeak, shivering as Junko's hand continues moving lower. ]

[ Junko's very happy to help Homura out, to make her feel good, and to indulge some... interests of her own. Homura keeps reacting to nicely, to every little touch, that she just has to see, feel, and hear more of it, and she certainly has the experience to get what she wants. Her hand drifts lower, over Homura's panties, rubbing gently against them, then tugging at the waistband. Junko's fingers press against the nipple beneath them; she's not sure if she should pinch or tweak it quite yet, as soft and sensitive as Homura is, but she applies a little more pressure. ]

Like that. Should we get these panties off of you too now? I can certainly make you feel good with them on, if you want.

((OOC: Sorry for the late reply!!))

[ Homura makes another small, tremulous gasp when Junko presses against her nipple, leaning her head into the side of the older woman's face; almost without realizing it, Homura's fingers have moved down to play with her other breast, a clumsy approximation of Junko's more experienced ministrations. Her legs spread a little in anticipation of Junko's touch, shifting the bathrobe further out of the way. ]

[ She'd probably be embarrassed at herself if she was in any state of mind to care. As it is, she's never felt anything like this before; being laid up in the hospital for so long, with such a poor constitution, meant that she had little motivation to experiment on herself, and even after she became a magical girl... well, she's certainly fantasized about Madoka, but she didn't have the luxury of time. And all too often, it didn't seem right, not after all that usually happens during a timeline loop. ]

[ Junko's question brings her back down to earth a little, and she makes an effort to catch her breath. ]

Please, I- I'd like to, keep them on...

[ As if that would make this whole affair any less... illicit, or serious. ]

[[ ooc: It happens, no worries! ]]

[ It's cute that Homura wants to keep them on, and while it doesn't really change much, Junko almost prefers it. Homura looks cute in her panties anyways, and her fingers work in small circles against them, feeling out Homura's reactions as she very clearly is getting turned on by it. A lot of girls her age don't have much experience with their own bodies, so she can't be too aggressive, but she's so naturally aggressive that it's hard to be totally gentle as well.

Her finger rubs gently over Homura's breast, then Junko rolls the nipple lightly between her fingers. ]

Very, very cute.

I'm not-

[ Forget about finishing that sentence, let alone staying quiet- her panting sounds incredibly loud to her own ears, and she whimpers a little when she feels Junko's fingers tracing along her crotch and tweaking her nipple, her voice filled with need as it rises into a full-fledged moan. Homura's slender form writhes slowly against Madoka's mother as she curls in toward her touch, trying to make the most of these sensations- this heat running through her young body. All it does is remind her of those tantalizing breasts pressed against her back and arm; she half-turns, bringing her face within inches of Junko's own. ]

[ She'll get a close view of Homura's flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes and slightly mussed hair, and her parted lips; not quite a child, some years off from being a woman, but still quite aroused- a far cry from the cool, calm middle school student who walked through the door. She's not sure what possesses her to reach up and lightly run her fingers down the older woman's cheek. ]

Mrs. Kaname...

[ She likes it - Homura likes it, and everything about her and this whole situation is beautiful; Homura, no longer a child and not a woman yet either, slender and filling in but very, very clearly old enough to enjoy Junko's experienced touch. Worries about how wrong it is to touch a middle-schooler like this far out of her mind, she twists Homura's nipple again, the other way, just slightly harder, quite pleased with the effect she's having on the girl.

There's a smile and a blush on her face when Homura turns, and she feels her heart jump in her chest at her expression. It's gorgeous, her desperation, how attracted she is to Junko, and she can't help closing the gap and pressing her lips against Homura's, while rubbing at her panties faster and a little harder. ]

[ Homura also doesn't have the presence of mind to worry about how they've gone way past what's acceptable. She's too busy bracing herself against the heat rising up between her legs- it's unbelievable how Junko's touch can turn her on like this, as if it wasn't enough that the older woman's already so hot, and that beautifully confident smile isn't helping matters- ]

[ And then Junko leans in and kisses her, even as she steps up her ministrations. All of this is just too much to deal with. Homura moans quietly into the older woman's mouth, her lips parting slightly as she clumsily tries to deepen the kiss; her hips grind a little against Junko's hand, her panties clearly wet from something other than the rain. Homura shifts positions to almost straddle her lap, slightly awkwardly and more than a little self-conscious of her thin, slender frame, and runs her hands down to trace the side of Junko's breasts, making good on her earlier desire to feel up those sensual curves. ]

[ It's good that, after all that looking, Homura is taking her chance to feel Junko too. Homura's obvious attraction to her is what got her to make her own move, and denying her the opportunity to touch as well would just be a little cruel; she just had to put them in a position where it could happen, of course. Junko's lips curve up against Homura's when she feels that hand, pressing herself against the girl as she presses back, their bodies now tight against each other, and Junko tilts her head and fixes the angle for the both of them, drawing Homura back a little, trying to guide the kiss.

There's only so much she can do there, but it's worth the effort. Homura deserves it. Junko's hands are still busy as well, feeling through Homura's panties slowly to try to pin down where it feels best, then pushing up over her clit as well; the other opens up, cupping Homura's breast and squeezing lightly. ]

[ In a perfect world, Homura would be able to coolly reciprocate Junko's experienced ministrations. She wants to see those full lips part in a breathy moan, see that beautiful face flushed with pleasure, and to make her feel every bit as good, proving that Homura isn't just some child to be taken for a ride. ]

[ Except it's increasingly obvious that this won't be possible. For one, their bodies pressed against each other only serves to highlight the differences between them; Homura's girlishly thin frame against Junko's generous curves, or how her chin only reaches Junko's shoulder, or how the older woman's boobs absolutely eclipse her much smaller chest. ]

[ For another, Homura is completely swept along in Junko's wake, from the kiss to the hands on her younger body, and even more so when she ups the stakes. It's very easy to pin down what feels the best- Homura actually whimpers, her breath hitching, and she jerks against Junko, thin hips pushing forward into the older woman's fingers. She moans again, her loudest yet, completely forgotting her earlier need to keep quiet, focusing on the other need building up between her legs; a startling contrast from the cool, professional girl who walked into the Kaname residence not too long ago. ]

[ Homura's wandering hands clutch onto Junko; one braces against her waist, like she wants to pull Junko's hips against her own, while the other latches onto the older woman's breast, squeezing through the clothing, although one or two fingers sink into her exposed flesh. ]

((ooc: sorry again for the delay! schedule's stabilized again.))

[ Junko isn't sure she doesn't like this cute, inexperienced Homura better than some fantasy version that knows how to do everything right in bed. Maybe it's wrong of her - to enjoy just how inexperienced this girl is, how desperate her body is for stimulation, her youthful fumblings - but it's gotten Junko feeling a little hot and needy herself. Having pinpointed what Homura really, really likes, her fingers work over that spot, lips curving up in a smile when Homura whimpers.

While Junko is too busy with both hands to hold Homura against herself now, the girl seems to be doing enough by holding onto her waist, although she's not going to do anything that would get in the way of her own hands. Fingers rub against Homura's nipple, and Junko breathes out heavily against her mouth when Homura's hand grabs at her breast.

Muffling that, she presses her lips firmly against Homura's, tongue slipping out to lick the girl's lips. ]

[ Homura's beyond noticing the muffled gasp. She's beyond noticing a lot of things, in her current state of mind. ]

[ With Junko's fingers working at her above and below, Homura's getting close to release, and it shows; her face is twisted up with pleasure and lust, the expression made all the more illicit by how much younger she is. In a clumsy mirror, her tongue flicks out into the kiss as well, hot and wet; she continues whimpering, making small, needy noises as she pants into the kiss, gasping out Junko's last name in fits and bursts. Homura continues pushing her hips against the older woman's touch, speeding up like she's not about to let Junko's fingers do all the work. ]

[ Even now, as she's being overwhelmed, Homura tries to do what she can for Junko; the girl's hand tries to slide around Junko's waist, while the other continues groping the older woman's breast, enjoying the handful, although her squeezing is made even clumsier due to the sensations overwhelming her. Homura's thumb pushes into and across the fabric, trying to rub Junko's nipple through her bra. ]

[ It sounds and feels like Homura isn't going to last much longer - Junko can't help the heat rising in her cheeks, in her whole body, because of that. Her eyes open to see a little of Homura's expression, even as they kiss, how desperate this young girl is for pleasure. Junko's sure she's getting wet herself now, as she kisses Homura, and the girl fumbles to touch her, thumb pressing into her breast, against her nipple. She groans into Homura's mouth, and pushes her tongue more firmly against the girl's.

Junko rubs more quickly, fingers working over different spots while her thumb focuses on where she's fairly sure is right over Homura's clit, pushing her, maybe a little too hard now. Her other hand opens up again, cupping the girl's whole breast, squeezing.

She has to wonder if those moaned 'Kanames' don't include a wish that this was Madoka, though. ]

[ It's easier- safer- for Homura to latch onto 'Kaname.' With all that Homura's enjoying Junko's fingers exploring her body and those beautiful tits pressed up against her, it's all to easy to latch onto the similarities between mother and daughter, to fantasize about an older Madoka giving her everything she's ever wanted. ]

[ What Homura's doing right now is bad enough; that she's even physically attracted to Madoka's own mother is even worse. To bring Madoka into this, even if it's just an accidental moan of her name, would be inexcusable on too many levels. ]

[ Homura returns Junko's deeper kiss with a fervor she didn't even know she had, tasting the woman's tongue against her own; she shivers as she feels Junko moan, the knowledge that she can turn this woman on flushing her with pleasure. But before she can capitalize on this, Junko's experienced hands pick up the pace, pushing her faster than she even knew was possible, and Homura's fingers can only curl against the woman's hip and breast. The fingers working her pussy, the hand cupping her breast, it's all too much- Homura gasps, her slender hips buck, and she arches her back and gives voice to a higher-pitched, girlishly thin wail, pressing her writhing, shuddering body against Junko as she climaxes; her juices soak through her already-soaked panties, staining the woman's hand and skirt. ]

[ Homura continues shivering in pleasure as she relaxes against Junko's body in a loose hug, bathing in the afterglow, her cheek resting against the woman's collarbone- it's all she can do to try and catch her breath. Her hand remains where it is: cupping Junko's breast, living the dream. ]

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