The boy watched as Tiffany went to her bed. Fortunately, she had not gotten dressed yet, so he was watching intently. Then she did something that made his jaw drop. She had lain on her back and had then curled up and had somehow gotten her face between her legs. Wow! Was she flexible! He couldn’t see clearly what she was doing, but he thought he had a pretty good idea. He had never seen anything so hot in his life.
To her surprise, Tiffany was enjoying herself much more than she had expected. She continued to pleasure herself with her tongue until she came, then lay back and relaxed. Buford is a genius, she thought. Satisfied with her performance, and overcome with drowsiness, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
The boy paced back and forth in his room. Tiffany was asleep, and better yet, still naked. He had to take the chance. He sneaked downstairs and into Tiffany’s apartment.
The boy quietly entered Tiffany’s room. Fascinated by her bare breasts, he each reached out and touched her right nipple, and slowly caressed it with his fingertips, causing it to move in circles like the minute hand of a clock. Emboldened by the girl’s lack of response, the boy leaned over and gently sucked the nipple into his mouth and moved his hand over to her left nipple. He began to tickle the end of her right nipple with his tongue.
Tiffany moaned softly in response. The boy did not know how to latch on correctly, so her nipple hurt.
Alarmed by the sound, the boy glanced at her face. She was still asleep, her mouth opened by the moan. He calmed down, and turned his attention to her left nipple, drawing it into his mouth between his teeth and causing it to ache as much as her right nipple. She moaned again, again without waking up.
Tiffany was a sound sleeper, the boy realized, but she could still feel the pain in her nipples. He wondered whether she was a sleepwalker. He decided to experiment on her to find out. He whispered in her ear: “Your nipples hurt. Massage them with your fingers to see if that eases the pain.”
The girl slowly moved her hands up to her breasts and squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, no!” whispered Satan, “there are wasps on your nipples, stinging them. That’s why your nipples hurt; but now you’ve disturbed the wasps. They’re stinging your nipples again, and again, and again. You can’t scare them away; you’ll have to pull them off. Pull them off of your nipples!”
The girl gripped her nipples firmly and pulled hard, trying to get the angry wasps off of her.
“No, that won’t work,” said the boy. “They’ll just keep coming back. You’ll have to kill them to make them stop stinging your nipples. Your nipples are really hurting now, so quick, crush the wasps. They have really hard shells, so you’ll have to squeeze as hard as you can.”
The girl groaned as she pinched her nipples hard, trying to kill the wasps.
“Harder!” urged the boy. “Okay, you’ve killed them, but your nipples are still burning from the stings. The stingers must still be in your nipples. You’ll have to pull them out.”