The Zodiac Coins: Libra

"That sure keeps it from being a vengeance tool. If you wish to hurt
someone, they then get the coin and get to make their wish."

"I think that's the point."

"So what are you going to do about..." he waved at my chest, "those?"

"I don't know. I guess I'll just stay inside until Lucy and I get to talk."

"You could make a wish. You could wish for a flat chest."

"Naw, you can't just wish for yourself. Your wish HAS to affect at
least one other person."

"Then you could wish for, say, you and me to both have big, buff
chests without boobs." That was Jason's hang up. Jason and I are
both kind of small (5'9") and although both of us are trim and fit,
neither of us were what you'd call big and buff. It doesn't bother
me, but Jason has been trying for years to add some muscle on, all to
no avail.

"Naw. Lucy asked me not to use the coin until we get a chance to
talk. I can always use the coin later."

There was a real long, pregnant pause before Jason asked, "So what's
it like, man? Breasts, I mean."

"Well, they're there, like a couple of big weights on my chest."

"But what's it like when they're touched?"

"I don't know. No one's touched them."

So he goes, "May I?" and took them in hand. I would have said no,
but he didn't wait for me to answer, and once he had my boobs in
hand, I couldn't do anything but moan and thrash in pleasure.

Somehow, I wound up on my back with him straddling and tit fucking
me. I think he asked first, but I was so incoherent, I'm not sure.
I had to cum before I could think straight. After I did, Jason was
still pumping his cock between my tits. I suppose I could've, okay,
should've stopped him, but the pleasure was still too much. Instead
of stopping, I just started licking at Jason's dick every time it got
close to my face.