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Operation: Smother Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2021-10-11 15:17:16 +0000 UTCI woke up with Sarah, aching all over. I could barely get out of bed. That monster had done a number on me. We were offered a home cooked breakfast every morning, so we made sure to get up early enough for that. The mission was still simple, just slightly more complicated: find a way to get into that box in Brunhild’s room. I figured I was now the key to accessing it, as I had the ins with her sister, Grizelda. I just hoped one of them wouldn’t smother me to death in the process.
We made our way downstairs and plopped on some chairs. The others were still fixing breakfast. French toast, bacon, eggs, and buckets of milk, which I could only imagine the twins drank no shortage of.
Grizelda greeted us. “Good morning, sleepy heads!” She walked up to Sarah and leaned down, revealing two feet of cleavage from above her pink apron. She gave her a light hug, brushing her chest against her cheek. Sarah immediately turned bright red. Those breasts were so much larger than her head, it was embarrassing. Then, she turned to me and gave me a big hug. My face crammed in between her massive boobs, and her strong hands stroked my back. “You poor thing, your back is still so tense! Are you in pain?” she asked, plopping me out.
“Yeah, unfortunately. I could barely get out of bed this morning,” I replied.
“Well that’s too bad,” came Brunhild’s voice. She was washing something at the sink. She turned, her massive breasts also peeking over an apron. “I am taking you guys for a long hike today. It’s a fun custom we do.”
“You can take Sarah,” Brunhild said, instantly thrilled.
“Well, what’s my husband going to do?” Sarah asked. “I think he should toughen up and come with me.” She was sounding a bit annoyed.
“He’s far too injured to go hiking. He needs a strong woman to take care of him and nurture him. He needs a girl like me to hold him today and make sure he gets better.” She lifted me out of my chair and cradled me in her arms like a baby. Her hand was pressing my head into where her nipple was, and she was bouncing me up and down. “Poor little thing… why don’t we ask him. Honey, do you want to go with them, or stay with me?”
I looked at Sarah, who was looking agitated and had her hands on her hips. Then I looked at Grizelda, or at least her huge boob, which was blocking my view. Then an idea hit: maybe I could trick Grizelda into opening that box while Brunhild away? The wheels were now in motion. With any luck, we would be out of here in time for dinner. “You know,” I said, sounding as strained as possible. “I am still hurting quite a bit. She’s a trained nurse, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to spend the day resting with Grizelda.”
“Yay!” Grizelda exclaimed, bouncing up and down. She combed her fingers through my hair, and put on her most seductive voice. “I think you’re going to like my style of… healing…” She shoved the side of my face into the side of her breast so I was facing Sarah. She looked upset. I winked at her to let her know I had this under control. She returned with a sarcastic wink that looked like it took twenty years off of her life.
Two hours later, Brunhild and Sarah and a few other tourists had said goodbye. I was here, alone, with Grizelda. Sitting on the couch, I stretched and yawned, only to feel a pain in my back that snapped me back to reality. I was injured in a foreign land on a serious mission with massive people around me. I would need to play my cards very carefully if I wanted to be successful, not to mention survive. Grizelda approached me as I lay on the couch, a plate full of cookies I her hands. She had removed her apron, revealing a white tank top showing off incredible cleavage and a short skirt that just covered the curve of her big ass. She placed the tray on the table in front of me, then sat down. For a couch that was built for three people, it sure felt cramped with the two of us on it. She pulled me close to her, my head resting on her bosom. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Eh, a bit sore but-!” Before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed my head and pulled me into her lips. Her plush lips kissed mine, sucking my face off like a vacuum cleaner. I could tell she was passionate about it. We started open mouth kissing, her tongue now exploring my teeth. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was making whimpering noises. I lightly bit on her tongue, and she inserted it as far into my mouth as she could, tickling my throat. My hands instinctively went to her breasts. I grabbed handfuls of flesh (of which there were plenty) and stuck my hand between her tits, searching for the bottom. From this angle, I was unsuccessful.
Still making out, she leaned back on the couch and pulled me forward a bit so her breasts were holding up most of my upper torso. I found my body sinking between her colossal boobs. If she weren’t wearing her tank top, I probably would have. She was having what appeared to be an orgasmic experience making out with me. She turned my head to the side and took her cow like tongue and licked the side of my head, then sucked on my ear. Her tongue stuck inside me ear, and I could hear every slimy bump and every heavy breath like I was wearing loud headphones. Her legs spread below me, and she slowly eased my lower torso between them, our crotches aligning. Her kisses never stopped, but grew sloppier and wetter. One hand was holding the back of my head, and the other traveled to my crotch. She lifted me a little and rubbed it from outside of my jeans. I was hard as a rock, not going to lie. The whole scenario had gotten me all hot and bothered. Even as a young girl, she had kissing skills.
“I know you can’t see me naked, but can I see you naked?” she managed to ask. I started taking off my pants, but she finished it for me. Her strong hands ripped off my jeans and boxers. I held up my arms so she could easily pull off my shirt. If I felt small and weak before, I felt completely miniscule now. She cupped my balls and penis in her hand. “You’re so tiny! You’re such a tiny baby!” She said, lifting my penis with one finger, which was bigger and thicker and longer than I could ever hope to be. She lifted her skirt, revealing pink panties with a huge wet stain in front of her vagina. Her hand guided my cock to the stain and rubbed it in it. “We’re so close, baby, so close,” she whispered into my ear. Something must have awoken inside of her, because next she slammed my head into her left breast. Her flesh engulfed my face. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for me now.” She was holding my cock with two meaty fingers. I couldn’t last more than a few seconds like this, and I came right there. We paused for about five minutes, me just laying on top of her. Finally, she sat up, and I rested on her thigh.
“So… what should we do now?” she asked.
The lightbulb turned on in my head. This was my chance. “I kind of wanted to see you wearing one of your sister’s bras.” I hoped she would take that the way I wanted her to.
“Even after you cum, you’re a kinky little thing! Let’s do it!” Perfect. She lifted me over her shoulder, still naked, and carried me off into her sister’s room. We reached her closet. “Ok, little one. Pick out which bra you want me to wear. Remember though, we’re not married, so NO PEEKING!”
“I’ll try,” I said, seductively. I turned into the closet. Immediately, my hand grabbed the box. Then I found a gray bra that looked somewhat appealing. I held it out in front of me; was this a bra or a hammock? It was huge. I shook my head, not fully believing the situations I kept finding myself in. “Here, Grizelda,” I said, holding out the bra. I was still facing the closet, so as not to look at her.
“Good boy,” I heard her say. “I’ll tell you when you can turn around.” I waited patiently for her to finish. “You know… you can’t let me get so worked up like you did. I almost took off my panties. If I do that, I have to marry you. It won’t matter that you have a wife. I would have to knock her skinny butt out of the way and take her place.”
“I’ll remember that,” I said. I really would. The next time that happened, I would have to remember to put a stop to it.
“Ok, you can turn around.” I turned to see her in her tank top. She pulled it down a bit, and her breasts exploded out of the fabric, but the bra held in place. “What do you think, little boy? Do I make you forget about your wife?”
“You certainly do something…” I said, trying to sound vague. I gripped the box. “Hey, I wonder what’s in here? I bet she keeps her best bra in this box. Could you open it and see?”
“So naughty! We both have access to these boxes. Let me go get the key.” She left the room and reappeared quickly with a key. “I’ll just open it really quickly. Don’t ever tell her we did this, she’ll kill you for sure.”
“Oh, I know.”
She managed to open it, but frowned. “It’s empty. Honestly though, unless it was a string top, it was probably too small a box to be a bra.” My heart sunk. Well that was a waste. Yesterday, the tracker said the crystal was in that box. Had Brunhild removed it? “Well… I should probably start massaging you. That’s what I’m supposed to do as a Nurse. Why don’t you go into my office and I’ll get started in a moment?”
I nodded. I made my way to her office and lay down on the massage table. Just as I was getting comfortable, a realization hit me: all of my clothes were on the floor in the living room. I heard the front door open. Oh no.
