Milking Kimberly
By Esmeralda Greene

Gary hooked his ovolo vaguely in the direction of the room that he and Kimberly had converted to a nursery. `` Kim 's feeding the li'l one, '' he said. `` She 'll be out in a few minutes. '' He often referred to his new baby as `` the li'l one. '' In fact her gens was Emily, but at six calendar month, I suppose `` the li'l one '' is as full a tag as any. Then with his other hand he hooked a thumb toward the hallway that lead to his music studio apartment. `` Sheila, I wanted to present you the folio of Johann Sebastian Bach etudes I just got. ``

My wife made a trivial racket of interest and followed Gary down the Asaph Hall. I stayed behind ; unlike Gary and Sheila, classical medicine is n't a major pastime of mine. I made myself at home plate in the living room, slumping into the couch and putting my feet up on the ottoman. Gary and Kimberly are old champion, and we 're jolly effortless when we visit each early 's homes. A moment later I heard the sound of Gary 's piano-playing rolling up the hall ; that meant he and my wife would probably be occupied for a spell. I was starting to leaf through a magazine when I heard Kimberly call out. `` Hey Lyle, c'mon in here and keep me ship's company. ``

I got up and went through the connecting doorway to the nursery. `` Hi Kim, '' I said. `` How 's it go ... ing ? '' My articulation got snagged between the `` go '' and the `` ing, '' because that 's when the shot in front of me registered on my brain. Kimberly was seated in the big overstuffed chair that dominated the belittled room. She was holding her sister to her breast, and she was naked from the waist up.

Kimberly is a tall, long-shanked redhead. She 's always been something of a workout demon, and she got her physique back quickly after her pregnancy. She and my wife have been in force Quaker since college, eventually drawing Gary and I into a four-way friendly relationship. I 'd always found her attractive, though her fully, cupids-bow lips and little turned up nose gave her a `` cutesy '' feel that initially made it hard for me to take her seriously. I 'd always thought her to be a quiet womanhood, modest in both her words and clothing. And I 'd never seen her knocker before.

'' Things are going just ticket, Lyle, '' she said. She was drawing the words out, making her vox coy and teasing. `` We 're having salad and chicken scallop tonight -- just as soon as Emily here lets go of me. ``

'' Sounds good, '' I said. `` How 's Emily doing ? '' I pretended to be looking at the baby that was latched onto Kimberly 's right chest, though in reality virtually of my aid was on the unobstructed left tit. Like most redheader, Kim had freckles across her speed chest, fading and growing sparser as they sprinkled downward. The shape of the breast I could see was a survey in serious music paragon : A generous handful in volume, firmly rounded, convex underneath and a delicate S-curve above, capped with a rosy pink mammilla that pointed slightly upward. She 'd been pretty skimpily endowed before her pregnancy, but now she was at least a D cup.

`` She 's doing great, '' Kimberly said, the coy drawl still in her vocalism. `` Sucks like a little vacuum uncontaminating. Feels really good. '' She looked straight into my oculus and grinned, showing her dentition. `` Kinda gets me going, if you know what I mean. '' Another grin.

Kim was wearing a brightly colored calf-length Goth skirt, and I could see her genu moving underneath the fabric ; opening and closing rhythmically, moving just a few inches each way. I think I opened my oral fissure to say something, but nothing came out. Kimberly had never flirted with me before, and now she was sitting in front of me one-half naked, telling me she was turned on, and possibly masturbating. That sort of thing can build a guy tongue-tied when he 's not expecting it.

'' meter to switch side, sweetheart, '' Kim said, and with a smoothen movement she detached her daughter from her right bosom and swung her across to the left. The baby hardly seemed to notice the transition, closing her mouth around the newly-offered mammilla without a murmuration. I could see her impudence workings as she sucked. `` Now uncle Lyle can have a skillful look at both of mamma 's boob, '' Kimberly added.

'' I ... um ... uh ... '' I said brilliantly.

Kim glanced down at her breast. `` You like ? ``

Instead of more evasive stammering, I decided to be honest. `` Yes. They 're beautiful, Kim. Really beautiful. ``

'' Why thank you, Lyle ! It 's so nice to hear soul say that. '' Kim 's side lit up with genuine gratitude. `` You see, '' she looked pointedly in the direction of the closed door, `` a certain someone seems to think that being sexy does n't go along with being a mother. So he has n't exactly been falling all over himself to take care of my womanly want, if you know what I mean. '' She pouted, an reflection that looked adorable on her. `` But you think I 'm sexy, do n't you, Lyle ? '' She stared blatantly at my privates, where my hardening cock was beginning to push out the front end of my pants.

I regressed into stammering : `` I ... um ... Kim, I ... ''

'' Oh look, '' she interrupted, looking down at her white meat. `` This one 's still leaking. ``

I looked. Milk River was dripping from her exposed right knocker ; drop-off after dip appearing and falling down to her stomach and belly.

'' Oh, drip, drip, dribble, '' she said in a voice of mild pain in the ass, still looking down at herself. She brought her hand up and cupped her tit, pinching the nipple between her first two finger and shutting off the menses. `` Lyle, be a heartfelt and institute me that glassful, would you ? '' She pointed her chin at a drinking glass on the side table against the wall.

I realized then that I had n't moved since I 'd arrive into the elbow room and shut the threshold behind me, and my manus was still gripping the doorknob. I went to the table and fetched the little glassful, then held it out to Kimberly. My hired hand was shaking.

'' Hold it here, '' she said. `` Like this. '' She took her hand away from her tit and used it to placement my handwriting, holding the undecided mouth of the glass an inch or two in strawman of her nipple. `` If I squeeze some out, it should bar drip. ``

Then, before my wide-eyed stare, she started milking herself, squeezing her tit just behind the nipple. Milk River squirted out in an array of needle-fine cat valium that came from various peak on her nipple. Again and again she closed her finger's breadth, pressing in on the flaccid physique of her tit, sending atomiser after spray of milk into the shabu. A minute or two passed as I stood there, feeling hypnotized, holding the chalk in a trembling hand, watching the thin white milk spirt out of her pink nipple.

When she stopped there was about half an inch of milk in the crank. `` Thank you, Lyle, '' she said. `` I think Em 's done feeding ; I 'm going to put her to bed now. ``

As Kim got her daughter settled in the cot, I looked down at the glass in my hand. I could feel the system of weights of the milk, could feel the heat of it through the glass ; bringing it closer to my brass, I could smell it. My mind was reeling with the irreality of the setting I 'd just participated in. It seemed both magical and boundlessly sexy ; my hardon was pulsing in my pants.

Kim turned and came back to where I was standing, her marginal teat jiggling slightly as she walked. She came up to me until she was very close and her nipple were almost touching my pectus. `` Thank you again, Lyle, '' she said, taking the glass from my bridge player. I was acutely aware of her finger touching mine as she did so. Raising the meth to her lips, she took a sip from it. `` Yum, '' she said, grinning, milk still on her backtalk. Then she pushed the glass back at me. `` Here, you finish it. It will make you big and inviolable. ``

Still floating in a fuzzy fog of irreality, I took the field glass and emptied it into my mouth. I held the milk there for a moment before swallowing it. It was sweet, sparse than `` unconstipated '' Milk River, and of class warm. < I > The warmth of Kim 's body < /I >, I thought. < I > The lovingness of her tit.

< /I > Kimberly dropped her hand to my crotch, cupping the prominence of my hardon and squeezing. `` See ? I told you it would wee you big and unattackable. ``

'' shtup, Kim ... '' I said. `` What the heck 's gotten into you ? '' I leaned toward her, trying to increase the pressure of her paw on my cock.

'' 'Fuck Kim', '' she quoted. `` I like the sound of that. That 's about the unspoiled melodic theme I 've heard in hebdomad -- month, even. ''

Just then the phone of Garry 's piano-playing stopped, and both of us looked toward the closed room access. `` But not tonight, '' Kim said. She turned away from me, picked up a bra that was on the flooring beside the easy chair and started putting it on. It was a heavy-duty thing with what I assumed was absorbent padding in the loving cup. `` display 's over for tonight, big guy, '' she said as she lifted the shoulder straps into place and covered her tits.

I had a fleeting genial image of grabbing her, ripping her bra off and planting my oral fissure over one of those unbelievable, exquisite, pink nipples ; sucking on her, filling my mouth with Thomas More of that sugariness, warm Milk. But saneness prevailed and I simply stood, dazed and immobile, as Kimberly slipped on a blouse. We left the nursery, and when my wife and Gary made their appearance a minute later we were sitting at opponent incline of the living room, sipping wine and talking about the weather.

The rest period of our evening 's visit was an excruciation of lust for me ; of lust and trying not to starve, of trying to call up my marital vows, of wanting to punch Gary in the nose for not recognizing the fact that motherhood had transformed his wife into a sex goddess. `` You seemed distracted tonight, '' Sheila said to me on our drive home.

I gave her a sidelong leer and put my hired hand on her thigh, sliding it up her leg until I ran out of leg. `` Only because you 're looking especially sexy tonight, '' I said. Happily, Sheila seemed to be feeling pretty frisky herself, and when we got home we spent the next 60 minutes or two fucking like bunnies.

* * *

Sheila works at an office, while I do freelance work out of our home. In the early on good afternoon of the next day, the thing I was simultaneously dreading and hoping for happened : Kimberly skirt my doorbell.

'' Hello Lyle, '' she said. `` I was out doing some errands, so I thought I 'd contain by. '' She slipped past me, heading toward the living room. `` I thought you and I could induce a slight chat. '' She sat on the lounge and patted the cushion beside her. `` ejaculate sit here and talk to me, Lyle. ``

I sat in the chairperson opposite the lounge. `` Um, Kim, about last dark ... '' I started.

'' I pumped out some milk before I left the household so Gary could chip in Emily her afternoon feeding while I was out, '' Kim interrupted. `` But would n't you sleep with it, I 'm starting to leak anyway. '' She began unbuttoning her blouse. `` Do you recollect you could help me out with that, Lyle ? ``

'' Kim, '' I said in what I hoped was a firm vocalization, `` we have to break off. We ca n't do this. ``

She looked at me, all doe-eyed innocence. `` Ca n't do what, Lyle ? '' Then her blouse was off and she was standing up, walking toward me, reaching back to the hold of her bra. `` Are you saying you ca n't help me ? '' Her bra dropped to the floor and she was standing in straw man of me, her impossibly perfect tits at eye floor. `` My boobs are all swollen with Milk River, Lyle. They 're so full of milk they hurt. '' She leaned over me, putting her left hand on the spine of my chair to equilibrise herself. She cupped a breast with her properly mitt and brought it close to my face. `` You can help me with that, ca n't you Lyle ? ``

'' K-Kim, really ... We ... ''

'' Just appear at how swollen this boob is. '' She was whispering now, and her breast was inch from my face. It did in fact look swollen, the skin stretched taught over its embonpoint. A few veins showed through her skin as faint blue line of products. As I watched, drops of milk began to come along and drip down onto my shirt. `` I < I > really < /I > call for your help, Lyle, '' she whispered urgently, her teeth clenched.

'' roll in the hay, '' I said, and then my oral fissure was on her tit, my lips sealed around the pink nipple, and I was sucking, pulling a spray of Milk River into my mouth, feeling the petty K hitting my tongue and the insides of my cheeks.

'' Oh, < I > yes ! < /I > '' Kimberly said, the words bursting out of her like a oink. She put a helping hand to the backbone of my head, holding me tight against her as I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The hot seat I was in was a big mope, and she climbed up onto it, putting one knee on either slope of my legs. Then she could hold onto my drumhead with both hands, burying her digit in my hair. `` Suck me, baby, '' she said in a purring whisper. `` Suck on me. consider my milk. Suck it out of me. ``

I pawed at her body, cupping the knocker I was n't sucking on and squeezing it roughly. I felt milk spraying against my hand, and I switched my sass to that knocker, closing my dentition down on the teat for an instant and then sucking, squeezing the same tit with my deal as I sucked on it. With my other hand I groped between her stage. She was wearing a short skirt, and after I fumbled my hand under the fabric my palm cupped over a gentle patch of pubic tomentum and a warm pussy. She was already wet, and after a few moments of stroking and probing, I slid two fingers into her.

'' Yes ! '' she grunted again. She closed her fists in my hair, holding tight. By raising and lowering her rosehip she helped me to finger-fuck her cunt, driving my fingers into her as far as they would go. I kept sucking, and still the Milk kept flowing from her. It was n't a immense sum of money ; a tenacious, hard suck would develop only a sip, but it kept coming, kept spraying into my lip in those tiny squirting jets.

Suddenly Kimberly jerked away from me, pulling my caput away from her with the workforce she had buried in my hairsbreadth. The tit I 'd been sucking on continued to spray, the Milk landing on my neck and down onto my shirt. She just looked at me for a time, her breathing space loud and raspy, still clutching my promontory with both hands. At first I could n't read the formula on her cheek, but then her lid fluttered and her jaw tensed with her backtalk open. `` Gon na get along ... '' she said, her interpreter thick and throaty. She dropped her properly hand from my head and closed it around the wrist of the hand I was finger-fucking her with. She pulled up, forcing my fingers deep into her puss, then pushed me out, then pulled up again in a slow rhythm. `` Gon na come ... '' she said again, her voice more urgent this time.

The angle was awkward, but by folding my thumb inward I could put a little prod pressure on her clit. Kimberly made a wordless cry when I did this, a shudder passing through her torso. She took the hand that was gripping my hair away and held it up with her fingerbreadth spread, as if fending off something invisible. Both of her tit were squirting out milk now. I hooked my free handwriting around her body and pulled her back toward me so I could suck on her some more, and as my brim closed down on her nipple she cried out again, a poor, wordless syllable of urgency and motivation. With the hand she had closed around my wrist she started jerking my hand up into her at a phrenetic pace, her grip on my arm painfully tight.

Then another cry came from her, this one long, loud, and full-throated. It rose in pitching until it pinched off in her pharynx, and then her dead body was convulsing over me, violent shiver running through her comparable waves, from her articulatio humeri down to her renal pelvis. Two, three, four times she shuddered like this, and I found the milk squirting into my mouth faster than before, without my needing to suck.

Slowly Kimberly relaxed after her orgasm. With the helping hand still on my wrist she pushed my fingers out of her cunt. Then she lowered herself until she was sitting on my legs, drawing her breast away from my mouth. `` Ohhh, '' she sighed, gasping to catch her hint. `` Oh, that was honest. I < I > know < /I > you 'd be able to assist me out with my little problem, Lyle. '' She tipped her school principal forward, resting her cheek on my shoulder for a few moments. Then she climbed off my lap, her legs unsteady and trembling. She cupped a paw over each breast, perhaps to discontinue the milk that was still dribbling from her pap, or perhaps to sooth them after my rough out handling and energetic sucking. She looked absolutely ravishing standing there. She 'd recoil her brake shoe off at some head, so she was completely naked except for the short skirt that flared out from her spare waist. She was still breathing hard and her full, pouty lips were trembling in the wake of her orgasm.

There was a toilsome patchwork quilt folded across the spinal column of the sofa. Kimberly went and grabbed an end of this and dragged it to the middle of the animation room base, stretching it out lengthwise. Then she lay down on it, on her back with her legs angled toward me. Reaching down to the front man of her skirt, she lifted the hem up to her stomach, revealing a soft triangular muff of beautiful, coppery-red pubic hair. She spread her legs slightly, and between her thighs I could see the wet and tumesce outer lips of her cunt. She bent her point downward, first looking in the direction of her sex and then looking at me. `` You like ? '' she asked, smiling coyly.

'' Fuck, Kim, '' I said in awe, in dazed wonderment, my eyes encompassing and fixed on her crotch.

'' Yes, '' she cooed. `` Fuck Kim. adopt your dress off and hail over here and lie on top of me and push your hard cock into my cunt and sleep with Kim. Come give Kim a nice < I > long, firmly < /I > nookie. ``

I sprang out of my hot seat like a deadbolt, pulling my shirt off over my head. I tried to take my pants and shoes off at the Saami time, and stumbled drunkenly in the travail. When I was finally defenseless I stood for a moment at her feet looking down at her. Her shoulder-length red hair was fanned out around her fountainhead. She still had one helping hand cupped over a breast, and she stroked the early paw down over her stomach, across the mess up material of her raised dame, down toward her pussy, her fingertips brushing lightly through her pubic hair before sliding down between her pegleg where she pushed her middle finger between her bitch sass and drew it out again.

'' < I > nooky, < /I > Kim, '' I said again, imbecilically.

She chuckled lightly at me. `` Yes, Lyle, yes. '' She reached up toward me with both arms, her eye fixed on the inflexible cock that jutted out at a rightfield angle to my physical structure. `` ejaculate give me that big thing. I 've wanted that fucker inside me ever since Sheila first described it to me. ``

I wish I could say that this mention of my married woman 's name made me flinch with guiltiness, or interruption or hesitate or faltering in what I was about to do, but it did n't. I felt like my mind had been reduced to the instinct-driven compulsions of a humble animal. I could n't recollect of anything except my torso and Kim 's organic structure, and the screaming, overwhelming need to conclude the aloofness between the two.

I dropped to my knees, then lowered myself onto my chest, shifting backward so that my typeface was at Kimberly 's cunt. Immediately I put my sassing against her, pushing my lips into her curly hair, writhing my tongue along and between her lips and up into her slit. She was luxuriously wet ; her succus warm and musky and fully of the taste of a woman. I lapped at her, flicking my tongue up to stroke her button and tie her wetness into my mouth. But as lovely as the taste of Kim 's cunt was, it made me think of that former preference I could get from her trunk : the sweeter, milder, more abundant mouthful of her milk. I reached a hand up her body until her powerful breast was under my palm. I closed my fingers, trying to gouge down on that arena behind the nipple that I 'd seen Kimberly use hold out nighttime when she milked herself. Soon I felt warm liquid on my fingers ; her milk spilling out over her tit and making it tricky under my hand.

A second later I felt Kim 's custody on my shoulder, tugging at me. `` seed up here, '' she said. `` I want your cock. I want your pecker inside me. ``

Obediently I lifted my straits, wiped my human face with my hand and started crawling up the distance of her body. The head of my cock came up between her legs, and after a brace of probing jog it started to slide into her without either of us touching it.

'' Oh fuck, '' she gasped as I slowly pushed deeper. `` Oh fuck that 's beneficial. '' She put her arm around me at the waistline and pulled at me, trying to zip me into her body. `` C'mon, give it to me. Give it all to me. Fill me up with your putz. '' And as I pushed the last couple of inches into her she tilted her drumhead back, making a gasping and breathless laugh. `` Oh fuck yes. It 's been so < I > fucking < /I > long ! ``

She was hot and wet and sloshed around my shaft, and I rocked slowly in and out of her, savoring the sensation. But inevitably my eyes were drawn to her pap, exquisite in their shape and sizing, adorable with their cherry-blossom-pink nipples. Just as my cock was the center of my luxuria to get laid this woman, my oral fissure lusted after her white meat, her nipples, and the milk that I knew was waiting to be sucked out of her.

Kim saw where my oculus were fixed. `` Yes, '' she purred, putting her hand under one breast and lifting it, offering it to me. `` demand it. sucking my milk and fuck me at the same clip. ``

So I hunched my back and took the offered boob into my oral cavity, closing my mouth on it and sucking, and once again I felt and tasted the sweet quick milk in my mouth. The combination of whizz was overwhelming, engulfing. I groaned loudly through my nose and drove my pelvis upward, fucking my cock into her rich and severe. I sucked repeatedly, filling my sass with milk and not swallowing. Then I released her nipple and brought my case up to hers, putting my lips against her lips. I let the milk flow from my mouth and into hers, a little at outset and then more and finally all of it. She opened her sassing encompassing to take it, then closed her lips to swallow and opened them again to joke, stray drops of white trickling from the corner of her mouth and glistening on her chin.

I made some more long, recondite thrusts, and the verbal expression on Kimberly 's face went from laughing to life-threatening ; her oculus focusing somewhere far away as she concentrated on the undulation of pleasure that was building up inside her. I began slapping my belly down hard on hers, pushing up deep into her. Braced above her on straight arms, I watched her charming tits jiggling violently with each thrusting. Milk was still trickling from the one I 'd been sucking on, the droplets appearing on the gyrating nipple and then disappearing as they flowed down one slope or another of the quaking tit.

'' Y -- ye -- yes, '' Kimberly stammered, the word squeezed out of her in the loyal rhythm of my driving force. `` F -- fuck me, L -- L -- Lyle ... Fuck m -- me. '' The hands that had been at my waist released me and now drifted aimlessly, her fingers opening and closing on air. Then she shut her eyes tight and turned her foreland to the side. `` Gon na ... '' Her representative pinched off, and for a long moment she made no sound, not even breathing, her hands in mingy fists and her body set as I continued to fuck into her. And for a foresighted, stock-still moment, as the rest of her body was stiff and unmoving, milk began to spray upward from both her mammilla. The fine niggling spurt spurted out, some of them shooting up and wetting my chest and others squirting out in long arcs that went in all directions. Then with an explosive burst Kim 's voice was released again, and she shouted `` < I > Oh ! < /I > '' in a bellowing grunt as her body writhed and twitched underneath me, milk still jetting out of her nipples.

I felt my own sexual climax coming, and with my last volunteer act before that blowup, I cupped a mitt loosely over her tit so I could experience the warmly sprayer against my ribbon. Then it was my turn to let out a holloa grunt, as the cum spewed out of me and my body went into wrenching condensation that drove my cock to its furthest demarcation line up into Kimberly 's cunt.

I collapsed onto Kim 's trunk, dropping my exercising weight on her as I gasped raggedly for breath. I could feel the wetness of her milk between our bodies, echoing the wetness of my cum and her cunt juices that surrounded my wilting cock and trickled out of her.

* * *

A few instant later we were both sitting up on the quilt, not facing each other. `` You look morose, '' Kimberly said. `` Feeling bad about cheating on Sheila ? ``

'' Yeah, form of, '' I admitted.

'' Me too. '' Kimberly sounded as glum as I felt. `` Personally I do n't care that I cheated on Gary. I 've just about had it with him. But I do n't feel too well about fucking my best friend 's husband. '' She sighed, and I could n't help but see the way her breast did a slow-motion bound. `` And it was all my idea, too. If I 'd worked any punishing at seducing you it would have been rape. '' She flashed a quick grin.

'' Nah, '' I said. `` I wanted you. I wanted you so bad ... I mean, you are so fucking sexy ... Anyway, it 's not like I can palm off the blame onto you. ``

Kimberly lay back, hooking one arm behind her head for a pillow. `` Well, I had a secret weapon, did n't I ? She put her dislodge bridge player under a tit, lifting it. `` I mean the tittie-milk thing was what hooked you, was n't it ? ``

'' wellspring, I guess so, yeah. ''

Still holding her breast in her hand, she looked down at the mamilla, then started fondling it with one digit. `` Savior, if only my jerk of a husband felt that way. '' She looked wistfully into the aloofness. `` It felt < I > so < /I > good when you were fucking me and sucking my tit at the Saami time. Oops, now look what I 've started. Just thinking about it gets it going sometimes. ``

I was n't sure what she meant by `` thinking about it '' -- thinking about having her tit sucked, or being fucked, or both -- but I could see what she meant about the effect. Once again drops of milk began to appear on her pap and dribble down the gradient of her breast.

'' You 'd think I 'd be empty after the physical exercise you gave me, '' Kim said. `` But nope ; it looks like I still have some left. '' To demonstrate, she squeezed behind the pap and sent a atomiser of Milk River in my direction ; some of it landing on my stomach and legs.

'' Jesus, that is so jazz sexy, Kim, '' I said.

'' Yeah, like I said : my secret weapon. '' She grinned and squeezed out another squirt. `` But I 'm sure you 're tired out, Lyle. Maybe you could just render me a little suction while I play with myself ? ``

I could n't call on down a request like that. I got down on my stomach, holding myself up on my articulatio cubiti so that my typeface was poised over her leak out breast. Teasing her at first base, I extended my tongue and delicately lapped a few droplets of her milk.

'' Oh yeah, '' she purred. She put her script on to the back of my point and pulled me to her, forcing my mouth down to her pap. `` Suck on Momma 's boobie, big guy. '' Her other deal went down to her crotch, and as I once more began sucking milk out of Kimberly 's tit, I could sense from the jiggling motion of her organic structure that she was playing with her pussy.

In a poor sentence she was working her way up to another orgasm. It seemed like I 'd only nurse a few mouthfuls of her milk when she started writhing and moaning with increasing intensity. Briefly taking her hand away from her cunt, she used it to grab my hand and propel it to the breast I was n't sucking on. `` Squeeze it, '' she ordered, closing her hand around mine. `` Milk me. Milk my fucking tit. ``

I did as she commanded, squeezing her left breast behind the nipple and watching the milk nebulizer upward as I sucked on her right wing. After a few minutes of this she arched her back and began making a series of moans, each one gaudy and more intense than the last. I could hear the wet slapping sound of her fingers at her pussy, moving faster and faster. And then her torso spasmed, her back arching violently, and one final, heroic moan came from her lips.

I took my bridge player and my backtalk away from her breasts as she relaxed, and it seemed that I could trail the quieting of her sexual climax by watching the decreasing period of milk from her nipples. The o.k. jets of the fountain-like spray reached up to a less and lesser height, then became a dribble menstruum, and finally only oozing droplets. Kim took a deep breath and looked at me. `` Thank you again, Lyle, '' she said with a sleepy smile. `` You 're a nursing female parent 's best champion. ``

'' My pleasure, '' I said, sitting up cross-legged. I grinned and wrapped my fist around the hard cock that was angled up from my lap. `` See ? ``

'' Ooh, look at you, you bad boy, '' she chuckled. `` Do you always find this quickly, or is that the effect of my charming tittie-milk ? ``

'' What do you think ? '' I said. I reached over to her nigh breast and ran my manus over it, wetting my palm with the milk that was spattered all over her skin. Then I fisted my cock again and pumped it, the milk on my paw acting as a lubricant.

Kim beckoned me with a moving ridge of her hand. `` Come here Lyle. come straddle me and slue that big matter between my boobs. ``

In a jiffy I did as Kimberly asked, planting one knee on either slope of her. I leaned over and laid my rooster on her chest, and she put a hand on the exterior of each tit, pressing them together over my lance. She positioned her hands so that as she held her tits together she could also milk them, her ovolo and index pinching in behind the nipple. Anyone who 's ever taken part in a tit-fucking knows that one trouble with the otherwise delightful act is the need for lubrication. Even the most bighearted lotion of oil or lube tends to fall behind its effectiveness after a while. But with Kimberly there was a marvelous new crinkle on tit-fucking : her tits were self-lubricating. As I slid my cock back and forth between the warm, soft grip of her breasts, she would squeeze behind her tit from time to time, and the Milk would trickle down into the fissure where my jibe was nestled.

Kim reached up behind her to gather some of the quilt under her head as a pillow. This brought her mouth closer to where the head of my cock appeared between her pressed-together knocker when I slid forward, and every few drive I would push far enough so she could assume a couple of inches into her mouth. My nous reeled, overwhelmed with sensations : the feeling of Kimberly 's soft, pouty lips taking my cock head, the sight of her human face, sprinkled with stray drops of milk, the affectionate cushion of her breast squeezing in on my prick through the slippery layer of Milk River ... There 's no way a man can experience all of that without reaching vital mass in a hurriedness, and that 's what I did. I felt my balls tightening up, the explosion primed, the electrical fuse lit. I grunted, my consistency hunching in on itself, and I came. The first spurt went straight up the midline of Kimberly 's case, laying a electric cord of jism from the tip of her cunning picayune nose, between her eyes, up along her brow and into her hair. Then I drew back, and for the remaining jets of cum the head word of my cock was buried between her tits.

When I was finished, I lifted off of her and collapsed at her side, propping myself up on my elbow joint so I could depend at her. She was quite a tidy sum ; the stripe of cum up her face, the white droplets of milk thickly scattered over her typeface and upper torso, and on her freckled thorax between her perfectly-shaped knocker, a glistening pocket billiards of cum swirled together with milk. The two of us spent some clip playing with this puddled confection, dabbling our fingers in it to stir it around and finger-paint lead of it up and over her chest and down to her omphalos. Kim brought a few finger-fulls up to her mouth and licked them off, but I declined when she offered some to me. `` I do n't believe in mixing my drunkenness, '' I said.

After that we decided it was time to prognosticate it a day. Kim went off to shower and I put the quilt in the washing simple machine. As she was about to bequeath, Kim got grievous with me again. `` This has been amazing, Lyle, but I do n't cogitate we should do it again. If I 'm going to betray on Gary -- and after today I 'm sure I am -- I 'm going to do it with mortal besides my best friend 's husband. I just ca n't do this to Sheila. ``

'' But ... '' I started.

'' And you -- '' she poked my chest with her digit -- `` will just take in to find some early way to fee the tittie-milk fetish you seem to experience acquired. ``

'' Yeah, like there 's any hazard of that, '' I groused. But at that moment, with my cock freshly drained, I had to agree that Kim was right. It was n't until an hour or two later that the memory of Kimberly 's milk-filled pap had me throbbing with lust again, and I began turning over ideas for arranging another tryst with her.

* * *

A few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later Sheila came home with a small shopping bag in her handwriting and a `` we need to talk '' grammatical construction on her face. She planted me on the living way sofa and took a butt beside me, still holding the mysterious bag. `` I had a foresighted talk of the town with Kimberly today, '' she started. `` About sex. ``

'' Oh ? '' I said, my stomach doing flip-flops.

'' I 'm afraid ... You might not like this idea ... I mean, it might be too quirky for you, '' she said, now clutching the bag with both bridge player. `` But try to keep an open judgment, approve ? ``

'' Sure, beloved. '' I was completely disconcert now.

'' Well, Kim was telling me about sex while she 's nursing ... I mean, while she 's got milk. She talked about having a guy -- I 'm not sure who she was talking about, but I do n't think it was Gary -- about having a guy suction on her pap while they were having sex. About incorporating the fact that she 's lactating into their sex swordplay in lots of dissimilar ways. She said it was the red-hot, most perplex sex she 's ever had. ``

'' Um ... that 's nice ... ''

'' And ... this is the section you might get too crisp, Lyle ... '' Sheila paused, her finger's breadth nervously rustling the paper bag she was holding. `` But I got incredibly turned on by what Kim was saying -- by the kinds of sex she was talking about. ``

'' Yeah ? ``

'' Yeah. I mean < I > incredibly < /I > turned on. And well ... did you know that a adult female who has n't had a baby can still lactate ? Usually, all it takes is for her to be -- you know -- sucked on a lot over the row of a month or two. ``

'' I di -- did n't make love that, '' I said. My gist was starting to pound in my chest like a kettledrum.

'' So I got this. '' Sheila fumbled with the bag, drawing out a charge plate contraption with a funnel-shaped extension on one end. `` It 's a breast pump. I figure I can take it to crop and use it in the lady 's room a few times a day, plus various times a day at rest home ... '' She turned to me, looking skittish and uncertain. `` And that way I should -- you know -- get milk ... and maybe, if you like it ... If you do n't think it 's too weird and crisp, we could ... ''

`` We could comprise your milk into our sex ? '' I finished for her. `` I ... um ... yes Sheila ... I -- I think I 'd be willing to give that a try. ``

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