Posts Tagged ‘breastfeeding’

Everyone knows that even the very best dreams eventually come to an end. It was with this thought in mind that I approached Kitty’s house on the Monday morning. Having been with her three times last week and seeing how quickly she had started to lactate as a special surprise for her husband, I knew that it was likely that after today my services would no longer be needed. She was quite the most effervescent and excitable lady I had ever known in my not too extensive experience. I guess it was as much that she had been my first ever client with Milkers R Us that gave her a special place in my mind and heart. And the fact that we had been fucking like rabbits after every session … in one way or another.



Still the job was ahead of me and I fully expected that she would have let down her milk almost completely over the weekend just with her own stimulation, having leaked heavily on Friday. She would no longer need me as hubby would pick up the reins so to speak. After today I would be concentrating on the other rather thankless clients I had and probably filling the gap in the schedule vacated by Kitty with some new client. The world moves on I guess and we weren’t short of requests for our services at MRU. I’d never have thought it was such a lucrative business.



Driving to her house I knew I had to put aside my misery to make the session as successful as all the others. I pulled up outside and wandered to the door with my bag. Today I would almost certainly need my supplies. As I approached the small raised verandah the door opened. Oh my God! There she was in plain view, her boobs bursting from her too small bra and a pair of lace panties that barely hid the outline of her finely sculpted thighs and loins. Having scanned her form, I looked up into her eyes and saw the pain in her expression.



“Oh Mark! Thank God you’ve arrived!” she blurted out.



I quickly entered the hallway and she closed the door behind me as I enquired, “What’s wrong Kitty?” hearing the concern I my own voice.



“It’s the pain Mark! They hurt so much!” she sobbed. “It’s got steadily worse since yesterday.”



“Come on Kitty, let me see what’s wrong,” I responded what I hoped was tenderly.



She rushed into the bedroom, her now huge tits bouncing with every step despite being gathered loosely in the bra that was ill suited to the task anymore. As she walked she whimpered in pain. I followed her into the familiar room and dropped my bag on the floor as I watched her climb onto the bed. Once ensconced she reached behind her to unfetter the girls and, in this light, I could now see that her bra was soaked through. As the cups fell from her breasts they sagged forward with their added size and weight and, immediately that they were exposed to the air, they started to leak steadily.



“My goodness Kitty, they are full,” I exclaimed, a little relief in my voice as I realised the situation.



She was in no danger, she just didn’t know what to expect in the three days since I was here last. Perhaps the fact that we were too busy having wonderful sex meant that I hadn’t done my job quite well enough in explaining to her what would happen if she kept massaging all weekend without expressing as well. I felt the pangs of guilt but I knew I could redeem the situation quite quickly.



“”Ohhh it hurts! Do something!” her voice dragged me back to the moment.



“Sorry Kitty but it’s alright. It’s good news and bad news. Your milk is producing quickly but your breasts are still developing the shape and strength in their sinews to hold the added weight. You will get used to it quickly but you will also have to regularly get rid of the extra milk by getting hubby involved or by expressing it yourself. You can get a pump to help, but for today I am here. Okay?”



She nodded with a wan smile and her tits jiggled before my eyes. I was fucking her from behind the other day when I felt her leaking. Today I would get my first, and probably last, taste judging by the dilemma I found her in. Easing my way onto the bed beside her I did a cursory visual check. Her distended nipples and enlarged areolae told me her milk was well on its way. The tell-tale veins running across under the surface of her translucent skin said her tits were growing. That was painfully obvious to us both when I considered the DD bra she was trying to use had barely kept the pair in and certainly offered no real support. My quick guess was she was now close to an F cup but we would check that later.



I reached out to gently check for the tenderness I knew would be present. I wasn’t surprised when she jumped at the contact and a little spray of thin fluid leapt from her nipple across my hand.



“Sorry Kitty,” I apologised for the pain I’d caused.



“Oh please just hurry and do something!” she both pleaded and demanded.



I leaned over and as gently as I could I covered her nipple with my mouth and sucked slowly. I was immediately rewarded with a thin flow of the sweet and strong tasting first fluid ever taken from this woman. She gasped a little in the initial contact but it was a mix of pain and release. I sucked a little harder and the stream developed into a steady flow that filled my mouth and my senses, the warm tit flesh at my face and the long fat nipple partly filling my mouth. I gently caressed the side of the breast and fell into a reverie as I joined with her in this intimate connection. In my mind I knew that there was a hormone at work here that made Kitty want this connection – the mothering instinct – while all her other hormones cried out for sexual fulfilment. But first the pain needed to be removed so I slowed down once I could feel the tight flesh ease to a pliable warmth in my hand. I knew she needed the other breast relieved before we could take the feeding further.



Switching to the other side and lying across her lap, she cradled me to her nipple and instantly that I latched on she cooed her release of tension. Barely a minute had gone by on each breast and it was a different woman now holding me as I could hear her sighs and feel her breathing deepen as she cradled me to her. I pulled away momentarily.



“Does that feel better?”



“You have no idea Mark!”



“Good but you mustn’t let them get that full again,” I said looking up into her serene face, “For a while you will find it painful as your breasts accommodate the changes but you will soon find the pain is almost gone. Okay?”



“Sure, I understand,” she smiled, all the anguish now gone from her glowing smile, “but you aren’t finished are you?” she added eagerly.



“No Kitty, I just wanted to ease your pain first. I will empty each one this morning but you must understand that we have tricked your body into believing you have a baby to take care of, so you will keep producing at least as much as it would need and it would feed every few hours normally. You will have to plan your day a bit around this if hubby isn’t here to help you. That’s why I mentioned the pump.



“Fine, I understand but … we can talk about that later can’t we?” her eyes and voice begged.



I smiled and returned to my most pleasurable duty. I leant back down to the mountainous peak before me and sucked in the nipple and proceeded to add pressure to my suction so that the nipple would distend further into my mouth and the flow would increase. It was quickly a steady stream and I could feel her flesh wilting as her ducts emptied their treasure into my stomach. Obviously so early in letting down she wasn’t yet producing her maximum but if this was any indication, she would be making plenty of milk soon, certainly more than her husband would be able to help with once at night.



As her left breast gave its last dregs I could sense rather than see a distinct change in Kitty’s body language. My face was pulled in close to her breast and held firmly to her tit while her legs had splayed across the bed opening access once again to her nether regions. As I pulled away to change sides and see the reddened and swollen nipple and its puffed and dimpled brown surrounding skin slip from my mouth, Kitty sighed deeply, “Finger me … please?” she begged dreamily.



Her wish … my command; what else could a man do? As I latched on to her right nipple, I slid my hand along her thigh and again a sigh as she dragged me into her full bosom, smothering my face with her fleshy boob. My hand quickly found the heat of her thigh increasing until, like a stray straw in a camp fire, I followed its heat into the inferno. She was a molten mess beneath her skimpy panties that I pushed aside to find her open wet pussy coated in her juices. My own enjoyment of this sensation translated to an increase in my sucking and her vocalising her joy, “Oh yessss!”



Her rapture showed as her nipple flooded my mouth which was when I felt her squeezing her breast to increase the flow. My fingers slipped easily into her fleshy folds and I found her swollen clit with my thumb. First contact brought a yelp of joy as she clamped hard on my fingers which only served to increase their effect as her well-lubricated lips didn’t hold them out. My internal massage was making her breathing ragged and her breast was coming to an end of its supply. I could now feel the looseness in the skin that told me the mammary glands were temporarily empty. She knew as she slowly eased the pressure to hold me to her.



“That felt so good! Will you help me again Mark?” she said softly as she looked distractedly down into my eyes. Right now I was hers; there was nothing I wouldn’t do. I think she knew that was the case as she didn’t wait for an answer but simply said, “Lie flat on the bed beside me please?”



She shuffled away slightly as I rolled from her breasts and lay flat, facing the ceiling. She moved quickly and decisively, throwing her leg across my chest and turning to sit up. Within seconds her open smooth cunt lips were in my view as she straddled my head and began to lower herself to my face. She was upright holding the headboard and facing the wall. Kitty’s wetness dripped a trail on my neck and chin as she got closer to my reaching tongue and then we were one as she pushed down and I plunged in, my probing appendage spearing into her open hole, roaming around and sampling the delectable flavours of womanhood.



“Oh yes please!! More … deeper!” she growled above me as she increased the pressure sitting on my face by rotating her hips. The bed squeaked and, with her rhythmic movements and her gyrations, she pushed me into the mattress in an ecstatic prison between her thighs.



“I love these huge tits! Tongue me more Mark!”



I could only imagine the view of those gorgeous rounded globes bouncing in time to her movements above me while all I could do, pinned beneath her, was reach up behind her and try to steer her hips so that the occasional gap allowed me to suck in some air. The flood of her juices continued as she now focused her movement to grinding her clit against my nose while I probed her inner walls. It was hard to breathe but I couldn’t care less if this was how I was to die, wrapped entirely in this woman. Everything about her being told me her orgasm was imminent – her flow of juice, her voice and breathing and the way she ground hard into my face. And then she froze! I couldn’t see anything but I could paint this picture. My mind’s eye told me from experience all I needed to know.



Her long slim body was frozen in pleasure, her tits still bouncing and rising with her short sharp breaths as her face was aglow in a dream with her mouth agape screaming a silent prayer of thanks to the universe. I continued to probe and lap at her inner folds only now she winced as I came near her button of pleasure, so sensitive immediately after her orgasm. And then she released all the tension in her body and a guttural sigh of joy emanated from her telling me she was in heaven.



Shortly she lifted from me to release me from my trap. I kissed her thigh as it swung away and she fell to the bed beside me.



“I don’t believe how hot that sucking makes me! I’ve done it to you again haven’t I?” she giggled a little nervously. She was again referring to the tent in my pants that told her this whole thing was sexy as Hell.



“Do all your clients react like me? You must be exhausted!”



I had to laugh and muttered, “Client confidentiality Kitty. I don’t kiss and tell.”



“Hmm I think I knew that when I first saw you.”



She leaned over and kissed me gently, quickly breaking off, “Gee I taste sweet! She exclaimed with a chuckle.



“Yes you do, at both ends. Your body chemistry is definitely changing,” I remarked.



“So how can I help you now?” she asked, looking knowingly at my erection.



“I believe a gentleman allows the lady to …”



“Oh I’m no lady – you know that. Let’s face it I’m a bitch in heat when you suck my tits and you have had me in every hole. Do my arse for me again … please kind sir?” she mocked and she was upon my pants zip in a second.



Quickly we were both naked and Kitty was stroking my chest, feeling my nipples. They stood up to her attention.



“Wow they’re sensitive aren’t they? Jim’s just sit there but yours are begging to be sucked,” and she leaned over to draw one into her mouth and soon she was returning the favour I had done her a short while before. My nips have always been tender and that’s probably why I had such an affinity for the job. They ached as she played with one, rolling and tweaking it, and suckled the other. Running her tongue around and feeling the tightness of my areola on her lips, she got carried away and I arched up off the bed to meet the heavy suction she provided, my cock straining and leaking seminal fluid.



“Oh my!” she gasped as she released my nipple. I looked into her glazed eyes again and could tell she was aroused. She was flustered but turned and reached into the bedside table and brought out a tube of lube. Soon she was stroking my hardness with the cool greasy fluid, her petite hand sliding up and down with her fingers encircling my girth and dragging the meaty foreskin back to expose the mushroomed, sensitive head. She watched her actions intently for a while feeling the tension growing in my tool until she looked into my eyes and simply said, “Please?”



She released me and turned to arrange herself on all fours on the bed. I sat up and moved into position behind her. I started to caress her hips as I moved closer and then took some of her juices to insert in her backdoor to make access easier. I started to massage and coat the tiny bud in the centre of her firm bum cheeks.



“No!” she said, “Just do me. I don’t mind if it hurts.”



I took her at her word and I took her.



Pushing my firm swollen knob to her cheeks I found the tight puckered opening; lifting up I was able to aim my shaft at her centre and pushed in past the resisting muscle.



“Ahhh!” she winced at the burning pain of my insertion but she simultaneously pushed back into me to get my whole cock as deep as she could on that first thrust. That action in itself was so incredibly erotic that I just leaned my body weight into her, the hard girth penetrating her, stretching her tight grip on me until I had bottomed out. Sliding in like that she had been clamping and releasing me with her over-worked muscles the whole time, the searing pain wracking her body as she cried, “Aaah! Ungh! Ugh!”



I nestled deep inside Kitty’s rear sheath until I was ready to move and then I withdrew and plunged back in again. Pounding her sphincter that clutched at my cock, it took only a few strokes to find her brown eye wide open and watching me invade her. Normally one to take time and care, I had never experienced this primal instinct to just take her. It was invigorating; I tingled from the contact and I was quickly losing control.



Soon I was pumping hard and fast into Kitty and she was again burying her face in the pillows as she screamed her arousal, shoving back in response to every powerful shafting I delivered. The heat of the moment and her internal flame threw me into her with abandon, our thighs slapping together in animal lust. As I maintained the long strokes in and out of her shit chute, I leaned in to capture her swinging melons and squeezed and pulled those wonderful nipples that flooded my hands with the renewing nectar … and quickly I flooded her. It was the most intense orgasm she had given me, every nerve ending of my being wrenched me into ecstasy as I grunted and roared my release into her backside as each paroxysm of pleasure fired my load of cum into her hot, tight hole. My stomach muscles clenched and cramped in the spasming exhaustion. The taboo of anal sex … with a client … when I was her first, and not her husband, just endeared her to me more. I wanted her – I’d just had her and I would soon be leaving. That thought more than anything made me wilt quickly after coming. I slipped from her behind and fell to the bed, spent. She was quickly nestled beside me.



“I love that so much! You have no idea what you have done for me in this last week or so. Thank you,” and she kissed me softly and sensuously. This was not a passionate, out of control kiss; was she feeling the same way? It was a line I could not cross no matter what my feelings, not if I wanted to keep this job.



We lay there comfortably in each other’s arms casually and naturally stroking and caressing each other. I realised that time was escaping me as I had another client in about an hour. I started to move to get up and Kitty moaned dreamily in that pleasant after sex atmosphere. I had a job to do so it was me who had to take the initiative.



“Kitty,” I whispered, “I need to go soon but there are some things I’d like to show you. Can you sit up please?



She moaned her assent and shifted to sit upright. I quickly got up and jumped back into my clothes constantly conscious of the close attention she paid my every movement. As I looked back I saw that she sat leaning on one hand, the full expanse of her bust proudly on display to me. God I wish I could take that photo!! She read my mind, “Got a camera on your phone Mark? Seems only fitting that you take a trophy for your … our suck-cess!” she giggled, deliberately emphasizing the separate syllables of her last word.



“Are you sure Kitty? You don’t mind?”



“I trust you Mark. I’m sure it won’t appear on the net until I put it there when you send me a copy. In fact, after I have told Jim, I might even let you use it in your advertising as a success story!” she laughed.



I found my bag and quickly rummaged around until I found my cell phone. I snapped a few shots and showed them to her for approval and she arranged herself in a couple of poses until she found a shot she liked. “There, done!” she said matter-of-factly, “Now what is it you wanted to show me?” she queried.



Sitting on the side of the bed I opened the bag and pulled out a few items. “Here you go Kitty, a couple of little gifts to help you out. These are nursing pads to stop the milk ruining your clothes. Slip them inside your bra. This is a sample pack of six but we sell bulk packs at cheaper than retail rates from our office.”



“Thanks!” she exclaimed with a chuckle, “I can throw away that stupid paper towel I was using!”



I had to laugh with her. “These are catching-cups that you can use during the day while at home. Here’s how they work.” I leaned forward to demonstrate, not really expecting success. “You wear these inside your bra while you are home; see how the cap has a little drainage hole in the side? Always keep that pointed up.”



I placed the domed cup over her nipple and its hole almost covered her expanding areola, “Ooh!” she murmured at the contact. Instantly she released a small spray of that sweet nectar which, under pressure, I could hear hiss as it splashed against the inside of the cup before it dribbled down the clear plastic to be captured in the round reservoir at the bottom.

I wandered in to work on Tuesday morning pondering what surprises the day might hold in store for me. I was still disappointed at the thought that I would probably no longer see Kitty after last night, my first and favourite client and greatest success when it came to getting her to produce milk. After only four sessions she was producing a steady stream that I knew would only increase with more stimulation, but her husband walking in on us just as I’d finished measuring her for a new bra to accommodate the dramatically bigger boobs she’d developed, certainly seemed to be the end of a beautiful friendship. Well not so much friendship but definitely a relationship. Kitty got extremely horny every time I visited and one thing had always led to another. But that was gone and I would have to take solace in looking after my three other clients and seeing to their needs.



“Hi Sue, any messages?” I asked our receptionist as I entered the offices of Milkers R Us.



“Hi Mark,” she replied brightly, “a couple for you.” Sue, a pretty, rather busty 25 year old was a good advert for our business as the front line to meet customers. She busied herself sifting through the notes to find my messages, “Here you go, have a nice day!” she smiled.



“Thanks Sue. You too.”



I read the messages – great a cancelation from Mrs Monotony … oops, Nowotny. She was the boring vinegar tits who made me stand up while I performed my services. God knows why she wants to milk as she doesn’t seem to enjoy getting her tits sucked. The other brightened my whole day! Kitty was coming in at 10 o’clock to have the bra fitting I’d recommended. Out with Monotony and in with Mammaries! I was excited just at the thought of seeing her again – at least I’d find out what her husband’s reaction had been. I had an hour to fill before she arrived so I went into the fitting room and started to browse the collection to decide what I thought she would like – some for daily wear and some for a bit of sexy fun and perhaps a couple of maternity ones just in case she needs the easy access to express her spare milk. Her husband, Jim, wouldn’t be there during the day and I still wasn’t sure if Kitty realised how much milk she was likely to produce.



It wasn’t long before a call came through to say that she was in the reception. I went to meet her and the butterflies were back in my stomach just like the first day I met her. Silly I know after all we had done together in the last week and a half but there it was! I suppose I was really nervous about what had come in the aftermath of my lucky escape yesterday after her husband had walked in on us – fortunately ‘relatively innocent’ just having finished a session. I entered reception and there she sat in a rather figure hugging dress that only further accentuated the huge bust line she now had. Seated side on to me, I could clearly see she was in desperate need of support and, it also appeared, emptying, as her tits strained within their confines. She turned and looked at me and again that pained expression I saw in her face yesterday was back. She got up as I approached and she walked and bounced towards me.



“Hi Mark. Is there somewhere we can talk please?”



“Sure, of course. Come this way,” and I turned and led her through to the office area where no doubt she would have had her initial meeting with one of the sales people to arrange her contract with us. I found an empty consultation room and we went in. Once seated I asked, “What’s the problem?”



“I think you know the answer Mark. I’m too full again and … well .. you see, Jim tried but he …uhm … he just couldn’t get it the way you do. He got a little and he thought it was fantastic so the surprise worked great but he just didn’t take enough.”



She winced in pain as she explained, that little embarrassed lilt in her voice.



“When was that Kitty?”



“Yesterday, after you left … and again last night … ha ha, and again this morning,” the nervous giggle betrayed her pain in favour of how much fun she was having with her surprise for Jim.



“Did you try to express the excess yourself?”



“Yes but it doesn’t seem to flow; just a couple of sprays and then a dribble, so not much came out and then it was just too tender to try any more.”



“I see. You will find that by the end of the week you will have completely letdown and it will flow harder. Lots of mums find they start feeding slowly but it builds up and I can promise you, you will have plenty of milk to give.”



“Can you help me today Mark please?” the soulful puppy eyes did their job but weren’t really necessary; I’d jump at any chance to suck these lovely melons of their nectar.



“Of course I can. Come down the hall with me to the Lactation Room and I will show you the pumps I was telling you about and I will arrange a demonstration for you straight away. How’s that?”



“Oh that would be fabulous,” she said as she rose and came around the desk to the door. I opened it and led the way. Just as I entered the hallway I heard Penny, one of the technicians ask, “Oh Mark, if you are going into The Dairy could you count the number of spare bottles for me please?”



Sternly I glared at her as I continued walking and Kitty appeared behind me, “Sure Penny, I’m just going to the Lactation Room now,” I emphasised, “I will let you know.”



Penny looked embarrassed as she looked at Kitty and then back to me, “Thanks,” she muttered and then mouthed ‘sorry!’ when Kitty wasn’t looking, and then she was gone.



“Hmmm ‘The Dairy’ … is that what you call it here?” Kitty asked with laughter in her voice.



It was my turn to be embarrassed, “Well … yes, it is the casual term we use but normally we try to avoid any clients hearing it. Not very professional of her was it?”



“I suppose not but at least it is honest. No use trying to hide what you do is there? I suppose if this is The Dairy, that makes me … umm … one of the cows???” She laughed out loud. “I think you know me well enough to know I don’t have too sensitive a set of sensibilities Mark! But I do need your help right now!”



“Sure. Come this way,” and we proceeded down the hall a few yards until we got to the door marked ‘Lactation’ and I opened the door and we walked in. No-one was there so we had the room to ourselves for a while at least. “Here, take a seat,” I said as I led Kitty to one of the armchairs at the side of the room and then I wheeled a milk pumping trolley over beside her. She was scanning the room, seeing its hospital style décor – all white and sterile – and she was clearly full of questions.



“Why four chairs?”



“We often have a few ladies at a time who come in for a session on the pump as they donate their excess milk.”



“What do you do with the excess, throw it out?”



“Goodness no. We donate it to the local maternity hospital. There are quite a few mothers who can’t produce enough milk for their babies, particularly when there are twins, triplets, etc. but also, sadly some mums just don’t produce milk at all and the baby needs milk. We freeze it and deliver it to the hospital – that’s why there were all those health questions on the initial interview.”



“Wow, I didn’t think of this as a community service,” she giggled again, “but it makes good sense really. Okay, so what do I do now?”



“If you open your dress I will get this ready.”



Kitty started to undo the string of buttons on the front of her dress and her bust proceeded to explode from the garment. I set up the pump and put clean bottles into the flow capture and plugged it in to the power. Looking back at Kitty, her breasts were bulging over her bra cups as she leaned forward to shrug off her dress so she could undo the bra. Soon she was topless and her enormous mammaries were leaking before my eyes. I spotted the pads in her bra and thought it was nice to see she had appreciated the little gift. I offered her a small sheet to cover herself up in case someone came in.



Rather boldly she stated, “No, don’t worry about that, I want to see what happens.”



Switching on the pumping machine, it hummed into life as I took the two funnel-like cups and made sure the hoses weren’t tangled before I gently massaged her left nipple to increase the moisture and then I spread that milk around her nipple so that, when I placed a sucking cap over the engorged point, a good connection would result.



“Ohh My God!!” Kitty exclaimed as the suction swallowed her nipple into the neck of the funnel and latched onto her firm, full breast covering her browned and dimpled flesh. It was firmly latched on and already the thin milky fluid was flowing down the tube in the rhythm to the soft popping sound of the pump. Her other nipple was spontaneously spraying in reaction to the ‘feeding’ until I had the chance to repeat the procedure with her right nipple and again she reacted.



“OOHH Sweet Jesus!!! That feels wonderful,” she gasped.



Quickly the machine was taking her milk as she sat back in a dream. “Mark this feels amazing having both sucked at the same time. OHHHH!!” she quivered.



“You might notice that the two connections are actually sucking alternately so that each breast is sucked separately. It isn’t really good to have them both sucked at the same time, at least not early on.”



“You speak for yourself sweetie!” Then, gasping, “I think I will need some of those nursing pads for my panties!” and then she laughed a wicked laugh.



“Can you adjust the suction Mark?” She looked down to see through the translucent plastic that her engorged and stretched nipple was being sucked into the spout of the funnel and, with every flip of the little diaphragm, another stream of milk was pulled from her hot body into the funnel, down the tube and into the catching bottle.



“Yes Kitty but, being your first time, I think it is best that we keep it on a lower setting to begin with. We don’t want to do damage to your nipple or flow by straining anything. A bit later you will be able to adjust to pressure, okay?”



She nodded dreamily. “What’s through there?” she asked conversationally, more I think to distract her from the rising feelings she was experiencing – and I knew where they usually led.



She had indicated the adjacent room. “Just another milking room only with a massage table instead of chairs.”



“Why?”



“Well some ladies prefer to sit upright as you are now while others prefer to lie down as they are milked.”



“How does that work?” she asked quizzically.



“I will show you later when we finish. We can arrange pretty much anything that you want. We have a couple of our ladies who come in and use the massage table next door as they have special needs.”



“Really? I’m intrigued,” she glowed back at me. The tell-tale signs of her horniness clearly showed but there was little chance of doing anything about it here at work. The bottles were getting up to about a quarter full and the flow from Kitty’s breasts was slowing. Soon it was down to a bare dribble and time to disconnect. As I busied myself removing the cups and placing them in the steriliser and labelling the bottle before placing it in the freezer, Kitty started, “I’ve got to tell you something Mark.”



I stopped as I was disconnecting the pump, knowing a tech would come in to sterilise and clean it and turned to her, noticing she had made no attempt to put her dress or bra back on, “What is it Kitty?”



She looked at me with that same glazed look and dreamy eyes that told me at least some parts of her weren’t really here on Earth. “I think you can guess … at least some of it Mark. That machine’s sucking isn’t as nice as yours but it still has the same effect on me. My tits are so tingly, I’m soaking my panties! But there is something else … you!”



I was standing rooted to the spot as these words pierced my brain. What was she saying?



“On that first day you came to my place, I had promised myself that I would be faithful to Jim and that I would stick by the contract. But you were so lovely and patient and polite that, when I saw the lump in yours pants, I almost came then and there. I could tell you had a lovely thick cock and it looked like a nice size too and I couldn’t wait to see it – that’s why I sucked you that first day. I just loved your big fat cock!”



I was amused but aroused and clearly she had the advantage of me as she looked down to see him stirring in my pants. Her description I thought was rather generous. I’d been in enough football, basketball and school change rooms to know that my thickish six inches is pretty average and guys I’d seen like one mate nicknamed ‘Drainpipe’ clearly had more to brag about. Either she was not that experienced or she was spinning me a line. Either way I was hard and worried someone would walk in any second.



“After sucking you I knew you had a lot more than Jim has to offer. Don’t get me wrong, he is a dedicated lover but he’s just not as … um … fulfilling shall we say?”



Her talk was having her desired effect but this was my workplace! Could I risk it? Should I?



“Let me show you the other room Kitty,” I interrupted as I started toward the other door, my decision made. She seemed put off but I think she would like what I was going to show her.



“Oh, okay …” and she followed. I opened the door and she entered and stopped just inside. I closed the door behind us and quietly flicked the lock. She stood there looking at the table in the middle of the small room, she then quickly turned and moved into my arms and reached up and kissed me deeply. She mashed her bosom into my chest while her thighs did a rumba on my projecting dick. She broke away and said, “Show me how it works.”



We moved next to the cushioned table. I showed her how it was basically a normal massage table except for a few features including one that had a section we could remove so that her breasts would hang down below the table and the pump was mounted beneath on a shelf.



“Let me see!” she cooed.



I lifted out the large figure-eight shaped insert and there was the pair-of-mammaries sized hole near one end of the table. “Oh my! I have to try it!” she said. She pushed past me to walk to the end of the table and shrugged her dress off. It fell in a pool at her feet and she then simply leaned over the end of the table and allowed her sagging empty tits to slip through the hole until she was lying with her torso flat.



“Oh my God … Mark, this is why you call it The Dairy! You can milk my udders like a cow in the dairy! That is so hot. Please … you have to fuck me! Right now!!”



I was mesmerised as I saw her hanging tits sway gently below the table and my cock was pulsing in my pants. I stepped behind her and undid my pants zip. What was I doing? All of the technicians had a key; any one could walk in at any time? Stuff them! Let them enjoy the show! From behind Kitty I could smell her juices as her own special aroma filled my senses and the room. Unleashing my throbbing member I looked at her hips and saw her wet panties, soaked at the crotch. Suddenly it dawned on me – where did she want it? I’d fucked her arse but never her obviously wanting pussy. She again read my mind and answered my thought.



“Forget the contract; fuck my pussy now … please!” she begged.



Her need was in her voice and my need was in my hand and very soon it steered to her waiting moisture as I slipped aside her flimsy material to see her open wet lips pouting at me. My ‘big dick’ as she said was sliding its gently curved shaft into her wanting hole and she clamped down on it to increase the feel. Its rigid girth stretched her tight walls against her minimal resistance as she let out a guttural moan, “Oh my God that is so thick! I can feel your veins sliding against my insides. Please pump me!”



I was already building a steady stroking rhythm as I pushed deeply into her and withdrew so that her outer lips were clawing at my foreskin to chew it back into her. Just for once in our encounters I was not in any urgent need to rush or finish except for the chance of getting caught. I had already dismissed that thought as I stroked into her hot wet walls on my first stroke. Kitty reached back and spread her cheeks gasping, “Harder! Deeper! Oh God Jim’s dick never feels that big inside me!”



As she said that I felt her whole body shimmy on my impaled meat as she had her first orgasm and her juices sluiced from her womb to flow down our legs as they slapped together on each forceful drive I threw into her. I was grateful the table was bolted to the floor given the way we made it rock back and forth. The scintillating sensations as she clamped on me again in her spasm of joy was exquisite as I drove into her continually making her tits sway beneath the table and she shuddered immediately to a second cum.



“My God I am so full! Flood me Mark please! Cum in me and fill me more. I want to feel you throb harder as you cum in me … Oh! …. Ohhh! … AAhhhhhhh!!!” and I joined her crescendo with a gut wrenching spasm that had me bent over her backside and having to hold the table as my own spasms pulsed and my cum spewed inside her waiting cunt. She clamped down again on me and we could feel each other’s pulse through our interlocked connection. My knees were wobbly as I held on to the table and I stayed hard inside her for some while as we just lay in that vertical joining until I started to wilt. As I started to slip from her, she also started to move but I decided in for a penny in for a pound as they say.



I dropped to my knees behind her, holding her thighs, and moved in closely to her still gaping hole and I could plainly see our mixed juices starting to flow out of her. I’d had Jim’s cream pie last week, why not my own hot, fresh pie! I leaned in and engulfed her whole outer lips with my mouth and my tongue took immediate action to probe the open folds of her lips to lap up any escaping warm fluids. It was intense as she gasped and then grunted and spread her legs wide to give me deeper probing room. I sucked her inner walls to my tongue and probed her thickened clit while I swirled the juice and cream mix in my mouth. I kept as much as I could safely stored in my cheek so that I could then stand and deliver it to her. She stood and I saw the fire in her eyes that told me she was mine for the taking. I leaned down and closed over her mouth to share the evidence of our encounter and she probed her tongue deeply into my mouth to gather every last drop. Finally we parted from the passion of our embrace.



“There you go Ma’am, some fresh cream from the Dairy!” She broke into fits of giggles. “Kitty, we really need to get out of here. I am sure there are clients due to come in soon.”



Redressing herself she paused and laughed, “I hope they have as good a time as I did!”



Soon we were clothed and heading back out into the main hallway and I directed her toward the store we use for purchasing where I had earlier set aside the bras she would need. She kept grabbing at my butt as I led the way. No amount of discouragement would sway her from her playfulness until I stopped and reminded her I would be sacked if they thought the contract had been broken. She behaved, at least until we were alone again in the store.



I showed her into the changing room where I had left a few samples and suggested she could try these first. I turned to leave and she laughed, “You’re not going to leave me to try these on and adjust them myself are you? I might have to complain to the manager about the service you’re giving me … but not about the servicing you just gave me!” Her dirty laugh announced that she was in a fun mood.



“Here show me how good a tit fitter your are!” and she handed me one of the bras.



Okay, I thought, I will play your game. I slung the enormous cups over my shoulder as I faced her and proceeded to undo the buttons of her dress. I concentrated on what I was doing but Kitty stood still with a delighted smirk as my hands moved over her crests to reveal the not so hidden treasure. Undoing it to the waist, I ran my hands up across her hills to her shoulders and removed the dress so again it hung at her waist. “There Ma’am. Now your bra…” and she turned around to show me the expanse of soft skin of her back while I caressed her until I reached the back clasps. The bra was under serious strain and digging into her flesh with the additional weight it was supporting and her straps had creased her shoulders. Undoing the clasps allowed the whole lot drop forward and I reached around under her arms to caress the two sizeable mounds that were now released as I took off her bra. She sighed deeply at the contact but also the relief.

“Now Ma’am, to put the new bra on correctly I’d like you to …”



“You are not going to teach me how to wear a bra? I’ve had these big girls since I was sixteen. I think I …”



It was my turn to interrupt, and in a mock serious tone I added, “Thank you Ma’am, but you should know that as a trained fitter I learned that over 80% of women don’t wear the right sized bra or have it adjusted badly. Simply put even with growing breasts you shouldn’t be getting these big red marks around your ribs and I now see that this is a size 30″ you are wearing when I measured you as a 32″ yesterday.”



She was stunned into silence. “So if you would just lean forward for me as I slip this on…” She complied, “See how the cups fill first before you do the back up? Now we do the clasps to the outside clips so as it stretches you move inward. And lastly now that you can stand upright, the straps are adjusted so you can firmly but comfortably fit two fingers under the strap. These are all nice wide straps that won’t dig in. So how does that feel?”



“Oh my! You are right,” she whispered in an embarrassed tone, “that’s so comfortable. Thank you.”



In a short while she had tried on five or six of those I’d suggested and sent me for a couple of other colours and styles. The highlight was a spectacular black lace number that scooped her full bosom into its see-through confines and allowed her nipples to really stand out against the dainty thin material. Whatever Jim does for a crust, he was clearly cleaning up because she didn’t hesitate about buying half a dozen of the nicest, best-fitting and most expensive bras for what we had decided finally were her size F tits. She playfully stood there looking in the mirror as she undid the clips on the maternity bra she was wearing to allow the material to slip down and expose her firm, now well supported, boobs. “What do you think, a good look? What do you think Jim will say?”



Staring at her beautiful breasts peeking out of the two holes yet fully supported by the elasticated material so they stood firm and straight in front of her, I was half desperate to dive in again. “I think he’d be crazy not to say you are the most beautiful woman in the world and you have the best tits.”



She laughed at my directness and then went a little quiet as she started to cover up again. “I’m going to need to come in here to use the pumps, aren’t I? I mean Jim won’t be able to get all my milk every day.”



“That’s true,” I pointed out, “but you could hire or even buy a pump for home if you wanted. We could arrange that.” I’d already made a sizable commission from the half dozen bras she’d decided to buy but that was not really my main interest. “Or we could book you in.”



“Yes, I think I would like to come in to your Dairy … and help out that hospital,” she said but the guile in her smile said she had ulterior motives. “But there is something that I think you could still help me with – if you are prepared to do it. I will fully understand if you say no. It will be okay.”



“Look Kitty, after all we have been through in the last little while, I think you know you can ask me anything. If I can help you I will.”



I smiled down at her as she seemed to hesitate a little and then she whispered, “Jim just doesn’t suck right. I tried showing him how you do it but he just doesn’t get it. Would you mind coming around to show him?”



I was stunned! The shock must have clearly shown in my face, probably the open jaw was a give away. “It’s okay Mark, I understand. I shouldn’t have asked,” she said pitifully, a little tear in her eye.



Oh my God! She was doing it to me now! She was a minx and could get what she wanted. Look up the dictionary for ‘womanly wiles’ and it would have her picture! Unfortunately I could also picture the image of Jim in the doorway of their bedroom with bone-crunching fists ready to knock me into next week!



“Kitty,” I started, and she immediately looked up hopefully! “Are you sure that Jim would be okay with this … I mean, yesterday he was ready to kill me.”



“Oh no Mark, he’s really a pussy cat. He wouldn’t have hurt you!”



My mind had a picture of a lion ripping me limb from limb rather than a cute kitten rubbing against my leg. “Well … are you sure he won’t mind?”



Eagerly she spilled the beans, “Yes, I’m certain. He and I had a long chat while he tried the first time after you left the other day. I told him all about finding Milkers R Us and you coming around and being so professional and that … erm …”



The long pause had me worried!!!



“… well that I had got so horny … annnnd, you had … um … helped me out.”



“You’ve got to be kidding Kitty! He will kill me on sight and I wouldn’t blame him!”



“No you don’t understand. He knows what I get like when I’m horny and he lets me have a little bit of freedom but I promised him we hadn’t fucked.”



“You mean like we did half an hour ago?”



Coyly she tilted her head to one side, “Well, yes … but that was after I’d promised him so I was telling the truth at the time.”



“So what does he think we did?”



“I told him you had licked me out and that I had sucked your cock.”



“No mention of the anal play we’d had.”



“No but that won’t matter because I’ve tried to get him interested for ages and he just isn’t into that.”



This had to be the most bizarre conversation I had ever had in my life. I was about to consider walking directly into the Lion’s den and saying, ‘Lunch is served!’ But there was still something so enticing about this woman that I was actually contemplating it. What’s the worst that could happen? I suppose I could get the beating that I escaped the other day – easy to argue got one and got away with one – one all draw! Besides it meant seeing Kitty again. Um … that was the real selling point.



“Okay Kitty,” I responded hesitantly, “if you are really sure this is okay?”



“Absolutely! I told him this morning I would try to get some help.”



Oh great – he will have had all day to build up to the moment.



“Can you come around tonight say about 7:30?”



“Sure … okay .. if you are really sure about this?” I displayed my nervousness.



“It will be fine, I promise!”



“Okay, 7:30 it is then.” I gathered her purchases and the tags of the one she was wearing and allowed her to dress while I went through to the store to ring up the items. She was soon there and passed me Jim’s credit card and I handed it back with the MRU shopping bag. She leaned forward to give me a peck on the cheek but my alarmed look was enough to stop her.



“Oops, sorry – see you later,” she whispered and she left.



“She really has the hots for you Mark!” came Sue’s voice from behind me. I’d sensed she was hanging around before but hadn’t seen her.



“What makes you think that?” I remarked innocently.



“Oh call it women’s intuition if you like … or good hearing as I was checking the bottles in The Dairy for Penny and you were in the back room.”



“I don’t know what you mean!” I responded but could feel myself turning red.



“Don’t worry Mark. It’s a stupid part of the contract. I couldn’t imagine getting a guy to suck my tits and not getting very hot and bothered. And watching her, she’s a cat on a hot tin roof! If you haven’t done something yet, I bet it won’t be long!” She tossed her red hair back, laughing wickedly as she left to return to reception.



She had no idea how true her words were and I was sure that tonight I was going to find out what was in store for me in the slightly longer term. I also pondered momentarily about the nice plump C cups that Sue has as she talked about getting her tits sucked. Hmmm, I wonder?



It was still quite early and I had my other appointments to got to. Funnily enough the other two ladies I was assisting seemed to be coming along nicely too and were more responsive than they had ever been before. Perhaps it was my manner or the fact that I was a little pre-occupied; I guess I hadn’t really given them the same attention I’d given Kitty and ‘a tit is a tit is a tit’ is the company’s unofficial motto. Nothing would change Vinegar Tits Monotony but the other two were nice ladies who were starting to leak a little; they too would soon be graduating like Kitty. As days of work go, most of the males on the planet would swap places in a heartbeat.



It seemed quite soon that I was back at the office and packing to go home. It was a naughty smile on Sue’s face as she said, “Had a good day?” looking down at my milk stained shirt.



I chuckled, “Yep. Getting results all over the place and ran out of clean shirts after the last appointment.”



“Occupational hazard! Better get home and do your laundry. Milk stains you know!” She was being sassy and pushing her boobs out at me. Another time I thought; I already have an evening appointment to take care of but perhaps Susie, I might help you with that ‘hot and bothered’ problem you mentioned.



“See you tomorrow Sue!” and I was out the door and heading for home. Got to shower and change. Must eat something although the breast milk diet was very filling but it wasn’t the same as a good steak. I was soon home and in the door and my mind’s eye kept flashing back to Kitty’s wonderful backside over the end of the table as I pumped into her hot wetness. I had to keep reminding myself, I was going there to help Jim learn how to suckle properly. I was in effect doing myself out of a job! What an idiot!!



As I left my flat and headed for the car I felt those nervous butterflies back again. Crazy – what could possibly go wrong? HAAA!!!! As I approached the house I could see lights in what I now knew was the bedroom. I got out and slowly walked down the path – was this Death Row? I approached the door, nerves spiking and noticing every slight noise or movement around me.



I had a pretty good idea what I was going to find but I suppose the expectation of actually tasting Kitty’s milk while her husband watched was an even bigger conscious and subconscious factor than I cared to admit. I couldn’t afford to show that I had fallen for her as a client. I know she is devoted to her hubby and this is all for him. I just have to be happy to have facilitated that, get him doing what she wants and move on once my role for Milkers R Us is fulfilled. It was easy to say that in my head as I approached the front door but I kept envisioning those beautiful, now pendulous breasts with their red engorged nipples and that taut body, that gorgeous perfect bald pussy and, by no means least, her incredibly sensitive backdoor that we had explored. How can a man be expected to ‘cum and go’ so to speak without some emotional attachment? Even if it isn’t reciprocated? Still I have a job to do and I don’t want to spoil it.



The door opened and she purred, “Evening Mark, come in.”



I was rooted to the spot looking at her naked body standing in the doorway, those breasts clearly displaying their fullness with the signs of her veins showing through the translucent skin, that deserved to be in a Reubenesque portrait, telling me they were full again since this morning’s session at the office. Her nipples already puffed up and her areolae hard and dimpled in the cool air. In my mind I was yelling, ‘My God you are gorgeous!’



“I’m glad you like what you see Mark but the neighbours might notice … and it is a bit chilly,” she chuckled.



I awoke to her words, “Sorry Kitty but you surprised me a bit there,” I commented as I stepped inside and she pushed the door closed behind me. Suddenly her arms were wrapped around my waist and her firm full boobs were pushing into my back and immediately I felt the warm flow of milk through my shirt against both sides of my ribs. Standing erect in the hallway, frozen to the spot, I said, “It seems things have been going well since this morning?”



“Oh you have no idea Mark!” she responded excitedly, releasing me from the embrace and steering me forwards. We were heading into the bedroom. “I’ve been pouring everywhere! And,” with another little giggle, “at both ends!”



We headed to the right, her hands pushing me while massaging the two wet patches on my shirt. She turned me through a doorway – it was the master bedroom. Stylishly furnished, with a large mirrored dressing table and a big old wooden bed dominating the quite familiar room except as we entered, there sat Jim on the edge of the bed where I had left him the day before.



Only this time… he was naked.



He looked up at me and there was doubt in his eyes and some malevolence but no real anger that I could perceive. This was strange. He just sat there as I stood in front of him. Clearly taller than me and physically fitter yet it seemed that there was no will to fight. What was going on?



“Now Jim! You’re not still sulking are you? Mark didn’t know you hadn’t cum yet!”



WHAT??? Looking down I now saw that his crossed legs partly hid what looked to be the remnants of his erection. These two had been at it as I came up the path. No wonder he was pissed! “Look I can come back …”



“Don’t be silly Mark.” She sounded like a chastising mother, “You are here now and you have given up your time to help Jim. He should be being more grateful. Jim!! You apologise to Mark this instant!”



Knock me over with a feather if he didn’t do just that!



“Sorry Mark,” he said as he stood up and offered a hand, “thanks for coming.”



What alternative universe had I just slipped into? I politely shook his rather wet huge paw and immediately wondered how it got wet like that – I think I knew.



“Now that’s better Jim – good.” He seemed cowed and beaten. “Now Mark, it’s obvious we started without you but I’d feel much better if you joined us by being naked. Is that okay with you?”



Again the maternal matter-of-fact manner – how could you argue? She was a prize manipulator. I couldn’t refuse, yet I knew that what she really wanted was to show my cock off to Jim. Thank God old Drainpipe wasn’t here!!



“Uhm … sure,” I replied.



It was a request but not really a request. Kitty pecked me softly on the cheek, “Good let me help you,” and proceeded to undo the buttons of my shirt. I stood as her mannequin while she disrobed me. Jim stood there beside us as she removed my shirt and gave it to him, “Here Jim, put that on the chair neatly please?”



Like a good little boy he meekly completed his task. By the time he returned from across the room, my shoes were off and my pants were loose. When she was kneeling to pull my pants and boxers down, my semi-hardened penis sprang from its confines. Kitty gently stroked it against her cheek, across the warm soft flesh, caressing the engorged head and I felt a wet smear of my instant arousal paint her.



Fairly quickly I was naked and Jim had ferried my clothes to a tidy folded pile on the chair and Kitty had risen from the floor to be standing closely between the two men in the room. The trio of us standing naked resulted in more stirrings of inner desires overcoming my outer terror and nerves.



“Thanks again for helping Mark. We really appreciate you going out of your way like this.” It sounded like I was dropping off and extra delivery of a newspaper, not standing naked about to show this guy how to suck tits – something quite frankly I thought was a natural skill built in at childhood and then practised for fun afterwards!



Where do you want us?” Standing close I could smell her essence and her manner was clearly wanting action.



“I think we’d best use the bed so if you, Kitty, can sit up in the middle, I can show Jim how to approach you, if you don’t mind?”



“Of course Mark.” She turned and hopped up on the bed flashing me her puffy wet nether regions as she crawled away, telling me they had been busy for a while before I got there. She was soon ensconced in the middle of the bed with her back against the bed head, the queen of all she surveyed, Queen Kitty! I certainly felt that was her intention as she manipulated the two men currently in her presence to follow her majesty’s expectations. I wasn’t in the mood for any treason so if the queen wanted it, tonight I’d do my best to give it to her!



“Your comfort is the only thing that matters here; are you comfy?”



“Yes Mark, you may begin,” came the royal decree as she sat back, her arms spread across the head board to keep them out of our way.



“Jim would you mind sitting on Kitty’s other side please?”



He didn’t speak but simply turned and moved and I noticed how his rather small appendage waved in the air as he moved. As I’d said, I’d been in locker rooms and rule one is ‘Don’t stare and compare’. As he walked, even in my own mind I thought it must be hard … and then corrected, it must be difficult to write a love letter if you’ve only got barely four inches worth of pencil.



He sat beside her and I followed suit on the near side of the bed – closest to the door although the feelings of any real threat had almost entirely disappeared.



I suddenly found myself sounding like one of my high school Phys Ed teachers, “Okay Jim, tonight I am going to demonstrate the best method of … ” sounded like a basketball free-throw lesson!



In my mind it was, ‘First get the grip right, a gentle hand on the side and lift it up to your face…’ – concentrate Mark!



“Okay Jim, start by just gently feeling the breast flesh, feel how firm it is – that will tell you how full Kitty’s breast is. See the skin, how it is tight and you can see those lovely blue veins straining and you can clearly see her pulse there on her upper breast. That tells you how much she is enjoying your attention. Now follow my steps as I show you. Cup the lower half of her boob and bring it up a little. Feel the milk-filled weight it has. I can tell you that Kitty is very full and wants you to enjoy drinking the milk she has created for you.”



For the first time there was a reaction as Jim smiled briefly at this thought. “See how just lifting her breast has made a little milk leak out – she wants this for you. Now use your other hand to slowly feel around her nipple and watch as it grows and the areola becomes dimpled like gooseflesh.”



I could feel my own arousal developing and I could smell Kitty’s. I couldn’t see Jim’s but the faraway look in his eyes suggested he was on the same un-Earthly plane with us.



“Now use a little milk to smear her breast so that all around the nipple and areola is wet, this makes it easier to latch on.” I’d nonchalantly done each step as I said it. “Now, when you are ready, bring your mouth down and cover the whole nipple and areola so that you can get your lips nice and wide around her teat and then, when you have contact with your whole mouth, no gaps!, you can suck her into your mouth. Watch and then you try.”



I leaned in and gently raised the prepared teat to my hungry mouth and immediately latched on and drew the nipple into my mouth which was instantly rewarded with a spray of warm motherly nectar. I couldn’t help matching wanton moans with Kitty. I was in rapture but tried to remember the supposed purpose of the visit and looked across to see Jim staring at me as his wife’s nipple disappeared into my inner being. I pulled away. The deeply reddened button had expanded already to a cone shape to fit my mouth.



I coaxed him with, “You try Jim.”



He stared at the swollen tit I’d so briefly sucked, before he hesitantly followed the steps I’d advised and finally reached in to Kitty’s other nipple but pursed his lips like he was kissing his aunt, barely covering the nipple.



“Jim,” I interrupted him as Kitty’s eyes rolled back in frustration, “you know the old saying ‘more than a mouthful is a waste’?” He nodded.



“I’m here to tell you that it just ain’t so pal! More than a mouthful is a challenge! You want to suck that tit so hard it reaches back into your throat. Like Kitty said, think about the baby your sister feeds…” I’d said enough as the twinkle in his eyes showed me a penny had just dropped. He launched himself back into Kitty and half her huge boob disappeared into his mouth and he drank deeply.

“My God Jim it was your sister’s tits you were watching!” came the accusation from Kitty’s mouth as she realised the connection between my comment and his steep learning curve. The accusation was soon replaced by her own deep seated groan of pleasure as he searched her soul for more milk. She glanced over at me and smiled and nodded toward her other teat that gently sprayed milk over us. Soon she was being syphoned even more efficiently than the pumps at work this morning. As the tension in her wondrous globes was released her hand started to patrol my body and soon found my nipple and played. My stiffening organ stretched up for attention but was beaten into second place by my hard nipple and firm brown puckered surrounds. The last of her milk was dripping away as I released her and found Jim beside me, his head in her lap as she played with his nipples too.



“My you boys do like titty play don’t you. But a girl needs more than that to fulfil her needs. Now Jim I think it’s fair that you had a turn before and it should be guests first so I want you to watch for a little while, alright?”



Jim went pale but sat up on the bed and simply didn’t move. “Mark, Jim was sticking my pussy with his dick when you arrived. Would you mind finishing the job please? Just lie down and I will climb on you okay?”



I couldn’t believe what was happening but silently, mindlessly I rolled over onto my back. “Oh my Jim, look at his big thick cock. Isn’t it so much longer and thicker than yours?”



Jim was turning various colours of the rainbow but wasn’t moving except to stare down at my loins. It was good for the ego and that had an impact on my manhood emotionally and physically as I tightened muscles to make him jump. Kitty’s ‘ooh!’ of joy told me the action had been noticed. I had pumped into her long and hard this morning but she was driving the bus this time and I was along for a glorious ride!



“I was thinking that you have been here, what four times and on each occasion we have ended up … well .. um .. doing ‘something’ and you have been the perfect gentleman despite being as horny as some teenager watching a porn movie. I’d like tonight to be different. Do you trust me?” was your rather puzzling comment.



Thinking, ‘Seems an odd question seeing as I am about to be fucked by you while your husband sits and watches us,’ but, okay. “Yes, of course I do.”



“Good, but you let me know if there is something you don’t want to do, okay?”



Again I was puzzled but nodded agreement.



As I nodded she started to climb up and crawl across the big bed. Kitty crawled around toward my feet with her ample boobs swaying beneath her, cat-like, as she surveyed her prey until she turned and paused beside me. Then she knelt up and, with, “I thought this might be more comfortable for both of us,” she threw her long slender leg across my stomach and straddled me. It was almost too much for me as her breasts presented perfectly to my eye level while her hot nether regions had my hard cock nudging at her back door. Briefly I thought I knew what she had in mind – I was wrong! She rocked backward so my shaft could graze up between her cheeks in her crack and then she nestled down and pushed back, bending him against his will so that I could feel the scorching heat and wetness of Kitty’s pussy along the top of my shaft. She grazed back and forth until my length and thickness was engulfed in her slit, her open lips spread across my shaft so that she could ride the ribbed muscle and stroke her clit against my man meat; there was no chance of entry at this angle with this downward pressure making my cock ache against its desire to point upwards or, in fact, to spring up hard against my stomach in its fully aroused state. Kitty took obvious pleasure in controlling this action and was savouring the feel of my wide cock getting the juices from her molten centre spread all over it. She slipped forward along the top of my cock forcing its length back between her cheeks and then back again. Her slightest movement had her hot pussy lips wrapped around the top half of my length, stroking along my cock. No entry was offered as I was pushed down by the slight body with minimal weight but right now I didn’t care.



She leaned forward dragging her full firm boobs across my chest, swaying in circles and managing to maintain contact the whole time, leaving a faint trail of her milk on my body. My now hard cock nestled against her hot and obviously wet loins as she smiled into my eyes. “Now isn’t that better?” I just nodded my agreement.



“I have to tell you Mark, this thing has had me horny as Hell. I’ve had milk going everywhere all day – dribble, dribble, dribble! Thank God you got Jim to suck me so well even if he was thinking about sucking on his sister’s tits when he did it.”



Jim cringed at the accusation but didn’t deny it or, in fact, move or say a word. “But if tonight goes as planned, I may forgive him.”



I was in a trance as she nestled onto me, gyrating her full hips that I could feel were on fire again. Staring at Kitty from below, I could see the fine features of her neck and shoulders that I just wanted to caress and massage as I focused on her bosom swaying across me, her nipples tickling against mine. I was an automaton just following her commands mutely.



“Is your big fat stiff cock stretching against my hot wet cunt lips? How does that feel Mark? “



“Amazing!” was the only word that came to mind and she giggled. All of this was for Jim’s benefit more than mine.



Again the slight gyration of her hips, “Shall we?”



She hefted her mountainous left breast up to my mouth and offered me the empty nipple. I went into my reverie as I took it and was surprised immediately as the succulent flavour of her milk invaded my senses, “Hmmm!” as I realised that for all his effort, Jim still hadn’t emptied her.



“Oh God that feels good Mark! Almost as good as it tastes!” She had been trying it then – not surprising knowing how aroused the whole idea made her.



I sucked gently at first and a slow flow started to fill my mouth and I drank it down. I nestled in to suckle fully and to draw this nectar from her body and into mine. Kitty’s nipple expanded and extended into my mouth and soon I had a suctioning rhythm working at her tit. The molten wetness in my mouth was easily matched by the wetness in my groin as her juices flowed over my cock and down around my tight balls. She was meeting the rhythm with her cunt lips stroking the length of my cock riding along its length as it nestled against her bum cheeks. My hands had initially been resting by my sides until I used one to assist in getting her tit into the right position to suck it in deeply and then allowed it to maintain a contact lightly caressing and massaging her breast as I sucked. But I soon realised that my other hand had moved to her hip and it was steering her movement slightly, subconsciously so that the pressure on my hardened dick was rotated over the length and breadth of my shaft. I was wanking with her body and didn’t even know it.



Kitty’s milk flowed in little streams from the various pores of her nipple, each of those little ducts opening to release her heavenly fluid. My tongue was engulfed in the sweet taste of the thin liquid. I was in a different world. Her consistent cooing mixed with moans of pleasure had me mesmerised. I awoke to the fact that I had emptied her breast. I became cognisant of the warm wetness on my chest that had been dribbling over me during the first part of this encounter – she really was producing quickly. I eased back and the fat red teat slipped from my mouth as she groaned in disappointment at the breaking of contact but she was already steering the other to me and I quickly understood that I was so wet because she hadn’t stopped massaging that firm breast all the while I was sucking her. The knowledge made my cock twitch and a brief, “Ooh” escaped her lips.



I leaned in and immediately had a full and growing nipple in my mouth. My hand on its side told me that she had expressed what little was in her tit but I was soon sucking anyway. I was soon back in my reverie and my hand was full of the warm flesh at the side of her empty boob. Although the flesh had softened, it was her arousal that kept a firm and womanly peak available to be enjoyed, its faint veins straining in the exercise of replenishing the wonderful milk supply.



My hand had now found a parking spot on her hip but was absent-mindedly starting to explore its surroundings. The soft smooth skin of her buttock and over the hip bone to the gently moving torso that massaged my manhood, and across the sensual texture of her back barely feeling the ribs as they swelled with her breathing. It was a deep, contented breathing, not the frenetic panting of our lust this morning. Reminding myself of being buried deep inside her pussy and the amazing orgasm she achieved from that contact only served to arouse me even more, if that were possible, as I again became aware of her moist shaven cunt lips straddling the girth of my cock.



She reached behind my neck to pull my head into her to increase the pressure. Suckling firmly her nipple had elongated to meet my passionate suction and the increased gyration of her hips told me her arousal was also peaking. She was moving faster and becoming louder. I had become almost oblivious to her moans of joy as I realised I was almost drowning them out with my own mewling groans of ecstasy into her breast.



She was resisting my suction, pulling back on her breast but I wasn’t prepared to let it go just yet, leaning forward to prevent losing the hot flesh in my mouth. Suddenly the world changed and I realised that she wasn’t pulling back but up and she plummeted into my groin only now my cock had risen in her movement caressing along her crack and across the rough skin and into the soaking folds of Kitty’s core and then she dropped herself onto the length of my shaft impaling herself on my hardness and sending lightning bolts through my brain. The heat was intense but the silken tight smoothness of those inner walls caressing my cock was pure heaven.



She commenced a much faster rhythm of lifting and dropping into my lap, “Move down the bed,” I heard Kitty rasp, the intensity in her voice making obedience essential. I slumped down from near the headboard and pillows as she steered me without losing our contact on her nipple and she pushed down further with her cunt grasping my meat between her thighs, hungrily eating it into her depths. Now slightly angled across and flat on the bed, this position allowed Kitty to draw up and down the full length of my shaft and also meant her other breast was hanging free beside my face as she held herself up above me. Drawing up and down, she had clearly found a better contact for her clit as she ground her pubic bone into me with the added benefit of the strong contact with the G spot in the hidden upper part of her vulva which gave her maximum pleasure.



I raised my hands to her breasts and, gathering them together I sucked both nipples into my mouth. “Oh My God!!! Harder! Bite them!!”



She allowed me to savage her tits but her thighs became still. She pulled up on me as I drew in her tits. She shifted her weight and drew her legs up on either side of me allowing her thighs to open more and spread her cunt open wide. Instantly the warmth of her fluids drained over my shaft and down through my crack. Suddenly I felt an invasion as her finger joined my cock in her wet and stretched vagina. It slipped in with the ample lubrication and caressed along the underside of my shaft. I halted and she froze as the digit impaled and withdrew. On its third of fourth invasion it occurred to me that Kitty was holding her body weight up allowing me to tear at her teats with an arm stretched either side of my shoulders. On the next inward thrust I felt the warmth of a hairy rough skin caress my balls.



Dawning of realisation! That ‘finger’ was Jim’s cock that he had slipped into Kitty with me. We were both fucking his wife and, as hard as he must be, it felt like something no bigger than an index finger. No wonder she wanted my cock. His balls were firmly slapping against mine and the heat of her cunt was building as she started to rise and fall in time to his thrusts as I remained the stationary centre of this threesome. The extra pitiful cock still increased the tension in Kitty’s cunt and the crowding made the rippling velvet inner folds caress my mushroom head deep inside her. My orgasm was building and Kitty was yelping as I bit into her tits, knowing I would be leaving some bruises as souvenirs of the evening. And then she clamped hard on me as the warmth infused us. Jim had come inside her, and on me, and I could feel his warm sample flooding the already filled space as his pulse pounded against my cock. Kitty clearly had been waiting for this as she yelped, “Cum with me Mark … AHHHHHHH!!!!!”



Her spasms wracked her body and, as Jim slipped away, he left my cock gripped in her velvet glove that played up and down my shaft like a pianist and then her flooding warmth was joined by a hot wet tongue probing our juncture as I exploded knowing that it was Jim’s turn to suck my cum from her soaked folds. He lapped away as Kitty rose up and down a number of times more to ensure that she had managed to mix the two doses of cum with her own juices. I was empty but the warm tongue cleaning my scrotum and gently sucking on my balls kept my shaft at attention as Kitty lazily rode it a little longer.



Gradually I subsided and slipped from her insides as she stretched her legs down along my body to lie atop me. Her gentle gyrations kept me warm and sensuously alive. Jim had disappeared it seemed. I didn’t really care anymore now that the lay of the land was a lot clearer to me. Kitty had whomever she wanted and he just did as he was told. I can’t imagine the telling off he got after I left the other night!



“That was wonderful Mark!” she cooed as she slipped to lie beside me. “I’ve never been so full … and so filled!” she laughed.



“I must say it was a bit of a surprise, but not an unpleasant one,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.



“Oh good! I am glad you feel that way. There are a few things I’d like to try if you are willing … and you are such a good teacher!!”



“What sort of things have you got in mind?” I queried.



“Well … in a little while, when you are – erm – up to it, I’d like you to show Jim how you fuck my backdoor so hard,” she explained in so matter-of-fact a manner I hardly noticed her hand gently caressing my thigh and heading towards my soon to be interested cock. Her gently gripping fingers slowly slipped along my oily length, our combined fluids still remnant from our recent fuck. It took a while before I was revitalised into a tumescent tool ready to finish a long delayed job.



Kitty sat up, “Come here Jim. I’ve been trying to get your to spike me with your pitiful little cock in my arsehole but you’ve always known it couldn’t do the job properly. Well Mark has kindly offered to show you how his big fat cock that you just stroked off against fits so tightly inside my other hole. Now find a good spot to watch; stand by the bed. Mark teach him how to do it to me … please.”



I got the pretence of manners to place me ahead of Jim in the pecking order but I was obviously just a tool in his humiliation. Strangely, as I’d never experienced it before, it worked for me feeling that I was sexually superior to a guy who physically could probably break me like a twig if he wanted to except he’d rather be told what to do.



My six inches were hard and straining. I knelt up on the bed, “Kitty, on your knees please and spread wide.” She followed my instruction and was soon arranged in much the same way she was on the first time we did this on the lounge. I felt like I could play the teacher role that Kitty wanted and a quick glance saw she was watching Jim’s face intently.



“Well Jim,” I began firmly, kneeling behind Kitty with my cock swaying gently as its curved length strained to plug her anus, “last time we did this, I just fucked her hard and fast.”



He winced at the words ‘last time’ realising that his wife had lied to him. I felt my power and courage grow with the straining veins on my cock. “But before that, I used a lube so get it out of the bedside drawer and spread a little on my knob and her ring.”



Again it was like a slap to the face, knowing I knew where the lube was kept told him more about his wife’s deception and infidelity, but he complied and opened the tube and squeezed a liberal amount along the top of my shaft and another glob above Kitty’s ring so it dribbled into her crack. I was loving this! “Stroke it around my cock unless you want me to hurt her as I split her in half with this fat shaft!”



I could see her cunt drooling – she was quaking with this scene happening before her. Jim stepped over and tentatively reached forward and, mesmerised as he touched the much bigger example of manhood, slipped his hand around my much broader shaft and wanked it a couple of times slowly to massage the lube across my length. I could see his pitiful pencil was poking at the air, waving desperately for some attention. “That will do. Now watch.”



Using my two hands I spread her cheeks wide to expand the view of her sphincter muscle and using my thumbs I massaged the lube in ever-shrinking circles until I was focused on the lens of her bum. Her tiny muscles clenching at every sensation as I blew gently across the cool lube to make her quake and then, knowing she liked the pleasure/pain I thrust my thumb deep through her backdoor and roughly shoved it to its full depth inside her. “OH MY GOD!!” she yelled as she instantly pushed back.



“See how she pushed back Jim. You can’t be rough enough in this hole – she loves it.” I proceeded to pump into her with that digit and Kitty just oohed and aahed and pushed back, getting louder and louder as Jim watched on.



“Now Jim I am going to stick my fat shaft into her until my balls that you licked clean slap into her wet cunt lips.”



I withdrew my thumb and briefly her muscle showed a little tunnel into her centre. I aimed my cock at her backdoor and plunged in. Again the slippery lube made access easy and yet the burning tightness made her scream into the pillows but once buried in her butt, she started to thrust back and forth to create the friction she desperately wanted.



“See Jim. I could just kneel here and let her wank her back door on my cock until she comes. (Another slap to his ego) And she does come Jim. Screamed the house down last week (Slap again!) Kitty is anally orgasmic if she can feel the cock pumping into her (Slap one more time!).”



I built up a rapid rhythm until I could feel my balls slapping against her open cunt lips and feeling the warmth as they were soaked in her oozing juices. “Oh my God – your balls!!! I love feeling them slap my cunt! Harder please Mark! HARDER!”



I was happy to keep shafting her hard and fast to hear her pleasure as I was enjoying his humiliation but how to make it worse?



“Want to see her cum Jim?”



He meekly nodded – the barest movement of his head. Kitty was pushing hard back into me as I hammered her tight ring. A sharp slap to her arse cheek stopped her movement and it glowed red under the imprint of my hand on her pale bum flesh. “Turn around Kitty but don’t release me. On your back!”



I felt her internal muscles squeeze, clamping my cock deeply inside her as she slowly rotated her hips and slipped one leg across under us and then swinging the other in a wide arc as I leaned down into her. She was now on her back and her legs were raised and spread to open her bum cheeks wider so that I could burrow my shaft deeply into her. I slowly rocked back and forth allowing most of my shaft to escape her insides until the rim of my cock head barely felt the open air just so I could slam it back in and could feel that delightful grip as the helmet’s ridge was grabbed by the elastic band of her ring on re-entry, each time I thrust firmly back into her. Each time as I bottomed out she groaned loudly as I watched her open womanhood seeking stimulation while her jiggling tits roamed across her chest. I started to pump faster avoiding any contact with her clit even though it was stretching out of her vulva begging for attention. I knew she didn’t need it as the burning tightness of her anus was enough to drive her over the top.

I get the call mid-week from Rachael — both of us test negative for the panel of STD’s her clinic runs. And she lets us know Nancy isn’t pregnant so any concern of our having to deal with Mark’s bastard child is gone. Rachael goes on to say that Mark was also negative, and that Marge is expecting us for his initiation. I tell her we were both looking forward to the party, and would definitely be there.



I decide a celebration is in order so we take the following day off of work and use the address Marge gave and visit her associate. Nancy becomes the proud owner of two gold rings, one in each nipple. We rush back to the apartment to play with our new toys like a couple of excited kids.



We get in and I’m busy removing Nancy’s shirt when her cell rings — with the ringtone reserved for her sister. She rolls her eyes but takes the call — meanwhile I’ve peeled her yoga pants off and begin playing with her round and gorgeous ass while admiring her breasts and pierced nipples.



Nancy is starting to look upset so I begin to pay attention to her side of the conversation, “…yes we are both home — now? Sue, we had plans! Oh all right but give us a couple of min… — what do you mean you’re at the door!” At which point the doorbell rings.



Nancy marches to the door — I’m standing in the middle of the room with a raging hard on, she’s dressed solely in some lacy sexy panties — I’m trying to get her to stop but she throws it open. Oops, too late. Her sister is standing in the doorway — she had the screen door open and it looks like she was going to follow ringing the bell with knocking. Nancy grabs her hand and pulls her into the foyer. Her sister stands there mouth wide opened, arm still upraised while Nancy goes around slamming the door shut.



Nancy’s sister Sue is an identical twin with the same auburn hair and luscious build. Sue’s also married and they have a kid so her breasts are larger, her hips and ass just a bit fuller than Nancy’s. I think she’s scrumptious which is not helping me right this minute in reducing my obvious excitement.



Sue’s head is swiveling back and forth taking in Nancy’s standing behind her wearing only panties, her new nipple rings and my tent poled trousers which are really getting very uncomfortable. She at least has the decency to blush — deep red from forehead to neck. “OMG I’m so sorry guys — I should have thought but things — NANCY YOU PIECRED YOUR NIPPLES!!” That last one was a shocked shriek — thanks for letting the neighbors know I thought to myself.



Nancy does her eye rolling thing again, pushes Sue into the room and sets her down onto the couch. “Yeah, and I was going to fuck my husband all afternoon too but then I get this cell phone call — why are you here? What is going on? When are you going to leave so I can get back to having Ron play with my tits? Speaking of which — Ron dear? Get us two big rum and Cokes please. I know it’s early but what the heck.”



I nod my head and head to the kitchen, pour out two lots of rum and half a glass of Coke for the ladies. I’m figuring Sue is going to be here awhile since she didn’t’ bring the kid with her, and Nancy clearly wants some fortification to deal with the drama queen. I get myself a beer and bring the drinks to the living room.



“…so Daddy was giving me a load of crap and Mom said she’d watch little Suzie. She suggested I talk with you guys and I just showed up, not thinking.” I’ve clearly arrived in the middle of the conversation, and I hand out the drinks.



Nancy looks at me and tries to keep a straight face. “Sue’s divorcing David, she found a bunch of emails and some pictures of him with this other girl. David and this girl knew each other in high school — she’s also married — and based on the emails they’ve been having an affair since before Suzie was born.” Runs in the family I think to myself, making sure not to crack a smile. Nancy turns to her sister saying “Sue, drink up and let me finish filling Ron in okay?”



Sue looks sullenly at her drink, then starts to sip it. Nancy turns back to me, “Okay, so Sue had been afraid David was up to something as he’d been avoiding her since Suzie was born.” Geez I think to myself, that’s been what now, about two years?



Sue starts to blubber but Nancy gently cuts her off, “Shhh. Sue gained a lot of weight during the pregnancy, but then worked hard and got almost all of it off – but slowly as she wanted to keep nursing Suzie.” Okay, now I’m interested. Yeah I’m being a total horn dog right now but I’m thinking squirters and I’m loving it. Nancy must have noticed my attention as she’s grinning at me — hmm.



“So last week she found the emails plus photos and some videos of her husband and this other girl. Got herself to a clinic to make sure David didn’t give her a STD — since she’s nursing Suzie she’s been very careful about her health. Grabbed everything, packed her things up and left taking Suzie. After meeting with an attorney she left for Mom and Dad’s. Dad’s being an asshole so she left to cool off and talk to me about it.” Which gets me another eye roll from Nancy while Sue is quietly crying and sipping her drink.



To be honest neither of us figured Sue and David to stay together long since they had to get married. She was a party gal from what Nancy had told me, but David wasn’t in that lifestyle. They met through some group the two of them belonged to, and he fell head over heels in lust.



Soon enough Sue’s pregnant and he’s doing ‘the right thing’. But David being the one to have an affair was the twist no one foresaw — we all figured it would be Sue putting the horns on David’s head. Nancy pats Sue on the arm and tells her she needs to talk with me privately. Uh oh!!



We head to our bedroom and Nancy gives me a quick shush and closes the door. “She wants to move in here with us.”



What! “Nancy, you have got to be kidding! Where are we going to put them?” I’m thinking good bye to all the great sex that just started up.



Nancy grins at me saying “Now come on and think about this. Mom will end up babysitting Suzie a lot, she dotes on her as her first granddaughter. Both folks knew Sue was a slut and was going to be sleeping around once Suzie was in school, so they had resigned themselves to raising the kid soon after we all heard David knocked Sue up. Mom probably put the bug in Sue’s ear to come here so her ‘good girl’ daughter — me — would be a virtuous influence on her ‘bad girl’ daughter.”



I’m chuckling on that one. Nancy’s mom really messed up there! Well, changes did just happen very recently as demonstrated by Nancy proudly displaying her brand new pair of nipple rings.



Nancy continues “I think this could really work out for us. I know Sue has partied with girls before — she boasted about it to me trying to gross me out — she’d tease me about how the two of us could make a lot of money in the porn business as twin sisters.” That image shoots straight through to my dick — I’m picturing both sisters in a hot 69 — oh yeah I most definitely want to see that.



“And I’ve caught her more than a few times eyeing me up; and she thinks you’re cute — she is definitely interested in taking on some brother-in-law cock.” Of course I instantly like the idea, it’s not as if I’ve never had any fantasies about fucking the hell out of my wife and twin sister — oh no!



Nancy must be reading my mind because she’s nodding at me as she continues, “I know both of us would love to have a pair of creamy milky tits to play with.” She’s reached out and has begun to stroke my cock through my pants.



“And my pussy is dripping thinking about eating her ass and pussy — both before and after your cock has filled them with your cum. Please say yes — and let me do the talking on this one. And we can get her paperwork over to Rachael — I’ll bet that both Marge and Rachael would just cream all over if we brought her Saturday.”



I have to admit I’ve been thinking about milking her tits since Nancy pulled her in the door. Getting to fuck twin sisters — I’m not stupid. “Okay, I’m in. Let’s head back and you talk to her. Hey, do you want your robe?” I’m hoping Nancy says no, she sure looks yummy.



“Nope. Hmm, I think before we go back out there…” Nancy unzips my jeans, releasing my cock. She wraps a hand around it, gently stroking while bringing her lips to mine. I reach around for her ass, slide my hand under the waistband of her panties and pull her towards me. Our lips meet and she thrusts her tongue into my mouth. She unbuttons my jeans giving my cock more freedom then goes back to her stroking, in the meantime I’ve brought a hand up and have been playing with her breasts and the rings on her nipples.



Nancy pulls her face back, a naughty smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. “Now I think we’re ready to talk to Sue, don’t you? She can either run out the door or stay for the fun.” And with that Nancy heads back to the living room, leading me by my cock.



We walk in and Sue looks up at us kind of goggle eyed. Oh boy, she not only finished her rum and Coke but she knocked back Nancy’s too. Nancy’s grinning wolfishly at her as she leads me to the couch and has me sit on one side of Sue. Nancy sits on the other side of her and Sue’s head is again swiveling back and forth between my now very erect cock proudly displayed from my unzipped jeans and her practically naked sister. I’m not catching fear or disgust from her, a very good sign.



“Uh, guys — I, uh — “. Those were stiff drinks I made and Sue’s speech is a little slurred. Nancy reaches out and puts a hand to Sue’s face.



“Sue, we talked and yes you can stay here. But there are some things you need to be aware of, and a few conditions. You’re free to say no of course but then you’ll have to find other accommodations.”



Nancy gave her an abbreviated story about how she had been repressing all her needs desires etc. That things came to a head very recently and we’ve become far more open about sex, and are doing a lot of experimenting.



But the apartment only has one bedroom and there just isn’t enough room to ‘keep things behind closed doors’. So the only way any of this is going to work is if Sue joins us as a third partner.



We both can see Sue is intrigued and curious – plus her being a little drunk has removed any embarrassment or inhibitions to the proposal. Or of having two semi-naked people sitting next to her. “So like what kind of things are you guys doing?” she asks.



Nancy has been lightly rubbing Sue’s arm with her fingers, now moves her hand to her sister’s thigh. Sue is wearing a light cotton sundress that’s buttoned in the front, and I’m peeking down her neckline whenever I get a chance to – too bad she’s wearing a bra. She’s not paying attention to me — but Nancy is, and she’s grinning mischievously. “Well for starters as you can see Ron likes to watch me walk around in sexy clothes. Usually I’m just wearing stockings and a garter belt when we are at home. And I love to watch his nice beautiful cock jerk and sway so he tends to have it out more than in his pants. I find it very handy — it’s always available for a squeeze or a nibble. Would you like to try it?”



At this point my cock is screaming “YES! YES! YES!” at me over and over again. I lean back just a little bit more as I open my legs — I want Sue to have the proper view. She’s looking at my erect and bobbing cock and the naughty smile on her face matches the one on Nancy’s.



“He does have a nice looking cock, and it’s been so long — you sure it’s okay?” Nancy gets up and walks over to stand right in front of me. She leans over and tugs the waistband of my jeans down — she pulls them off of me. Oh much better now, my balls were getting a little scrunched up. We finish removing my jeans and I sit there in just my shirt.



Nancy wraps a hand around my shaft and gives it a couple of slow strokes. “Of course it’s okay silly — look at him. He’s dying for you to touch him. ” Nancy winks at me as she lets go and stands up. She walks back to the other side of Sue and sits back down on the couch — but this time a lot closer to her sister than she was before. Her breasts are brushing against Sue’s bare arm and they are thigh to thigh. The room is certainly getting steamy — and my cock is yammering “MORE! OH YEAH BABY!” over and over.



Sue wraps her hand around my cock and starts a slow stroking. “I miss this. And Ron’s cock is so much nicer that David’s.” Nancy is smiling at me, and is lightly stroking Sue’s thigh. I give a satisfied sigh, then catch that Sue is getting sexually excited. I decide to heat things up by amping her level just a teensy bit more. “You didn’t tell me what it is you guys are doing Nancy — what are you guys getting into?”



Nancy leans against Sue, kisses her earlobe while tracing her fingers further up her thigh. Nancy lifts the hem of her sundress up, exposing Sue’s panties. Sue responds with a shudder and I’m catching she’s really getting into what’s going on. Nancy keeps her lips near Sue’s ear and brings her voice down low and husky. “Well, sis — I think I’d rather show you than try to explain it all. Needless to say, remember all that teasing you used to do to me about the two of us getting it on, and how much you dug doing other girls? Well girl I’m ready, and the first ass and pussy I want to eat is my twin sisters.”



Wow! I catch that Nancy struck the mother lode. She must sensing it too as she nibbles Sue’s ear — who gives a convulsive clutch to my cock. And Nancy is staying with the low and sultry voice. “Ron’s cock is so-oh very velvety and tasty, and it feels so wonderful in my mouth. I think your brother-in-law could use those soft full lips of yours wrapped around his hard smooth hot cock — don’t you think so to?”



Nancy’s hand is resting on Sue’s upper thigh, her fingers tracing where panty material ends and Sue’s soft skin begins. “And sister, his pre-cum is sweet and yummy – look, there’s some now. It’s all over your hand, he must really be enjoying your stroking. The best is when he cums in my mouth — his lovely cock swells up, that beautiful cock head fills up and starts to twitch, and then the most marvelous juice shoots out and coats my mouth.”



Nancy’s right, I’ve been oozing pre-cum listening to her talking to Sue. And I’m catching the two of them are getting hotter. Nancy is starting to unbutton her sister’s sundress and continues in that low sultry voice “So you should take advantage of that hard throbbing cock sitting next to you. And I really want to play with those soft engorged milk filled breasts of yours, I’m betting you really need those attended to.”



Nancy leans in and softly kisses Sue on the lips — and I’m catching an emotional volcano erupting next to me. Oh my god the woman is white hot. She’s left my cock alone and is caressing Nancy’s not quite as large but still lovely breasts; while Nancy has her hand inside Sue’s sundress and is doing the same over her bra. I figure I might as well get into the action and bring my hand up her thigh and lightly brush against Sue’s panty covered pussy — I just bring my fingers against her pussy lips when she convulses and comes, moaning into Nancy’s mouth.



After Sue comes down from her orgasm she starts to sob, and nestles into Nancy’s neck. “That fucking David and his old girlfriend. She looks like a boy, no tits or ass. Nancy, it’s been so long since anyone touched me, are you sure this is going to be okay?”



Nancy is lightly kissing the side of Sue’s face and holds her. “Poor Sue, that asshole doesn’t deserve you. And of course things are going to be okay, we have all afternoon to play and you are going to feel so good by this evening you’ll be glowing. We both want you and it’s going to be fun. Just sit and relax and we’ll be right by you.” I snuggle up to her other side and Sue gives out a big sigh, relaxing. Being a guy of course my cock is rubbing against her bare thigh — hot, smooth and sexy sister-in-law thigh. Soon enough the sniffles stop and Sue turns towards me, looking at my cock gently throbbing a tattoo against her thigh.



Nancy strokes her hair and staying with the low sultry voice tells her “Go ahead, take Ron’s lovely cock into your mouth. I’m going to do the same to his balls. Let’s make him spurt, his cum is so heavenly. When he comes don’t swallow it, instead feed it to me. Then I have a very naughty thing to show you.”



Nancy kisses Sue along the side of her face, down her neck to her shoulders. She gets off the couch and walks over to me then kneels between my outstretched legs. She holds my cock and smiles invitingly to Sue, who leans down and gently takes my cock head between her soft lips. Sue starts to use her tongue on my glans, trying to insert the tip of it into my piss-hole. Meanwhile Nancy is nibbling and licking my ball sack.



I have one hand entwined in Sue’s hair, my other in Nancy’s. I’m not going to last long and Nancy knows it. “Sue, get ready because Ron is going to shoot his load very soon now. He likes it when you run your tongue along the underside of his cock head — that’s it. Like I said don’t swallow right away, I’ve been hungry for his cream all morning.” Nancy smiles a sweet innocent smile up at me and my cock explodes into Sue’s mouth. Oh god are the two of them good — and Sue has real cock sucking skills. She applies mild suction as I’m shooting into her mouth, curling the tip of her tongue along the underside of my cock — I’m grunting and groaning and riding an awesome wave of pleasure. I finally stop, spent.



Nancy rises up while simultaneously pulling Sue towards her. Their lips meet and I can see their tongues moving — Sue’s transferring her mouthful of my cream into Nancy’s mouth. Both swallow then Nancy pulls away — licking what’s left from Sue’s lips. “Sis, I told you he’s tasty. Now I have something very dirty to show you, come with us.” Nancy stands up and gestures for me to follow. I get up and she takes me by my now softening cock, leading me to the bathroom. Sue follows, mystified.



Nancy pulls me to the toilet by my cock, and Sue stays in the doorway. Nancy starts to giggle as she looks at her sister. “I knew Ron needed to pee a while ago, and he can piss when he has a hard on but it’s hard for him to hit the bowl, so I waited until his cock got soft. I like holding his cock when he pees — you can feel the piss shooting through his cock. It gives me a feeling of power and believe me it makes me very horny. Come on in and try it too — we’ll both hold his cock.” Nancy stands behind me, her left hand holding my cock between thumb and forefinger, pointing it into the toilet bowel.



Sue joins her behind me and I feel her cool soft hand wrap around my cock — I smile blissfully as I release my bladder and piss into the toilet. Nancy demanded to watch me piss a couple of days back, and almost immediately decided she wanted to hold my cock as I pee. This has become something we do whenever we’re home. Now I’ve got twin sisters to hold my cock as I piss — life is fucking great!



Sue squeals and giggles as she exclaims “Oh my god this is hot — and you’re right girl, I can feel the piss going through his cock. I wonder…” She starts to move my cock around, directing the stream around the bowel and chuckles while she’s doing it.



And she’s right, it does feel hot especially with Nancy stroking my ass with her other hand. Sue has her other arm wrapped around my shoulders and I feel my cock start to swell and get hard – with the two sisters hands wrapped around and holding it while I’m pissing into the toilet.



I finish and Nancy directs Sue to shake my cock — which she does and the two sisters get into another bout of the giggles. Sue takes her hand off my cock and I turn around towards Nancy. She’s dropped to her knees and is licking the tip of my cock clean.



Sue’s at the sink and is staring at Nancy lick the last drops of urine from my cock. “Eww sis, what are you doing?” I’m not catching disgust — quite the opposite. So I give Sue another teensy jolt to amp up her sexual excitement. If I know Nancy there will be a lot more of this later.

Lying in bed, she thought about his call. He had called to say that he was filing for divorce and that their relationship was over. It didn’t really matter. She didn’t care so much. Their relationship had already been on the wane when her baby had died. The miscarriage had just brought things to an end between them. She felt a deep pain within her, thinking of her dead, unborn baby. The child she had been waiting for with so much love and hope. Over the years, they had tried several times to conceive but had failed until this precious one came along. When she lost the baby, she felt she had lost her will to live and stopped caring.



The phone rang again and this time it was a call from her friend, Bill, calling to remind her that he was expecting to see her in an hour’s time. He had asked her to help out at the soup kitchen where he worked. She knew he was simply trying to get her out of the house and out of her depression.



She slowly got out of bed, brushed her teeth and took a shower before going to the kitchen to make herself some coffee before going to the soup kitchen. As she was washing her mug, she noticed the potted plants on the window and remembered that she needed to water them. She quickly took some water in the mug and poured it over the different pots when she came to a little one. She paused. It was a tiny shoot that had just emerged and it looked so weak that it didn’t look like it had sufficient nutrients to survive another day. Some deep emotion in her arose and she felt fiercely protective of the baby plant. “Now, listen to me, you can survive and you will survive” she told the plant. She felt some wetness in her breast and surprised she felt her breast to see she had leaked milk. As her baby had died in the later stages of pregnancy, she was already lactating and she had occasionally leaked milk but she knew her breast had now produced this milk in response to feeding the baby plant with nutrient. Half in daze, she removed her blouse and bra and pinched her nipple over the plant so that the drops would fall over the trembling plant and the soil it stood on. Her nipple touched the tiny leaves of the baby plant and she felt as if the plant was trying to suck a few drops of her milk. “Well, little one, let me see how you do tomorrow but you are going to make it.” She told the plant before dressing up and leaving the house.



She suddenly decided to walk through the park as she had some time and as she meandered along her way, breathing in the scent of the woods, she realized at one point that her feet had taken her amongst the deeper woods away from the regular track and there was no-one else on the path. It made her happy for some reason to be amongst the trees. She noticed a huddled shape on the ground under a tree and looked closely. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that the shape was actually that of a man, a man in very dirty, tattered clothes. She wondered if she should turn and walk back fast but something about the way that the man was huddled made her look closer and approach him. As she went closer, she saw that he was a man most likely in his seventies but what struck her was not his dirty, urine-smelling tattered clothes and sheet but his mouth and eyes. His mouth was parched and dry and his glassy eyes seemed to be pleading at her for something to drink. She did not have water with her. However, there was something within her that seemed clear about what she must do. Her breasts had already been filling up since she had squeezed the first drops over the tiny plant at home and now seeing the old man’s thirsty lips, they started letting down milk.



She knelt down beside the old man lying on the sheet and slid down the spaghetti straps of her summer dress and unhooked her bra. The old man was too weak to respond though his eye lashes fluttered slightly. She gently raised his face to her breast and guided his mouth to her nipple. His mouth didn’t respond. She smiled gently and feeling a surge of love for the man, she took her nipple with one hand and squeezed some milk onto his lips, while holding his head gently with the other hand. Then, she slowly rubbed the milky nipple over his lips till he suddenly opened his mouth and latched on to her breast and started suckling on it. With each suck of her breast the old man’s coarse lips roughly took, she felt energy flowing through her body to his and giving him life. She felt content and lovingly held him as his unshaven bearded face rubbed against her breasts till he had suckled both her breasts.



Then, she gently placed him back on the sheet and said, “You will be fine. I will get you help soon.” The old man lay back and looked at her, wondering if he were in a dream and in heaven. The sun was streaming through the woods and was lighting the surrounding area and there was this angel, her hair shining in light and eyes so kind and loving and offering wonderful mother’s milk from the most beautiful breasts he had seen in his life. He whispered, “Thank you, mother” as he drifted off to sleep.



She put on her bra and dress straps on and walked back to the regular walking track and stopped a person with a mobile phone. She called the emergency room of the hospital and had them come and pick the old man up. She went to the soup kitchen and though she was late, Bill was glad that she had turned up and immediately assigned her to help with some work. Later, when they were done with the work and she and Bill were having their lunch, she told him about her walk in the park and her encounter with the old man, without telling him about the breastfeeding part, and asked if he could help with connecting the homeless man to an old person’s home. He said he would see what he could do and after making a few calls, he said that one of the non-profits he had worked with before would go in and see the old man at the hospital and take up his case. She thanked him and went home.



That evening, she decided to enjoy a warm, scented bath and after indulging, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked to the kitchen to make some dinner. She felt hungry and it had been a long time since she had looked forward to eating and not ate out of necessity. She looked in her refrigerator and decided that she must shop the next day but for that night, a salad and a fruit would do. She poured herself a glass of wine and put on some relaxing classical music of Beethoven. She lit the candle on the dining table and sat there, wrapped in her towel, enjoying the music, relishing her salad and sipping her wine. She felt very sensual and alive. After her meal, she went up to her bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror and loosened her towel and let it slip off. She stood naked before the mirror and looked at herself. She looked at her breasts and saw the round, firm lovely globes that she could hardly hold in her hands. They were beautiful. Her fingers touched her taut nipples and circled them before rubbing her breasts softly. She loved her breasts and the milk they produced to give life to others. They were a life-giving force. She looked in the mirror again and looked at the rest of her body, her fingers touched her belly and her thighs and they gently touched her pussy. She paused. She looked at her face in the mirror. The eyes that looked back at her were slightly new eyes, eyes that had a new light filled with love, forgiveness, passion and now a bit of naughtiness. She smiled at her reflection and walked to her bed and lay down naked and started rubbing her clit with one hand as the other fingered and squeezed her swollen breast and nipple. She felt her body go taut and her breasts becoming firmer as her clit swelled up as she rubbed and her pussy started squeezing, building up to a climax. As her body shuddered as she enjoyed an orgasm, her breasts sprayed out their milk. The milk droplets fell back on her and some landed on her lips. She licked them and then had the urge to suck her own breasts. They were large enough for her to reach her nipples with her mouth and she started sucking on them. She felt a delighted that her breasts were not only nourishing other lives but also providing nourishment to her. She loved the feel of her nipples and sucking the milk from them into her mouth. She went to sleep as content as a baby, after the drink of her own milky breasts.



The next morning, she woke up with the rays of sunlight peeping through the window and falling onto her naked body. She stretched and looked at the patterns on her body and thought they looked beautiful. She felt happy and was ready to start her day. After checking on her baby plant and squeezing a few drops of her milk over the plant and lightly rubbing her nipple on the leaf and soil, she got ready for the day putting on a blouse with front cords over a loosely flowing summer skirt and bra-less.



She went to the soup kitchen to help Bill again. She was serving the food when she noticed that one of the frail, elderly women who had collected her food, pushing her walker, was seated at a corner and not eating her food. She kept observing her and once she had finished serving, she walked over to her to check on her and found that she was weeping over her food. With concern, she sat beside the elderly woman and asked her, “Madam, is there something the matter? Why are you crying?” The woman, hearing her kind voice, looked at her and then at the food and in a hoarse whisper that barely came out of her gnarled throat said, “I am hungry but I cannot eat this food”. She instinctively understood and again, her breasts responded. She smiled at the woman, radiating love. “Now, let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?” She undid the cord of her blouse and brought out her right breast. The elderly woman looked at her astonished. She gently told her, “It is ok. At your age, the body does not accept food that is not natural and mother’s milk is one of the most natural. Try this and I am sure you will feel your hunger reduce.” The woman looked at the offered breast again and saw the milk drops that were dripping down the nipple. She gently put her hand around the elderly woman’s shoulder and in a loving embrace brought her closer to her breast. The woman’s parched lips tentatively licked the milk drops on her nipples and then hungrily latched on, ferociously sucking on her right tit while she continued to hold her in an embrace.



The soup kitchen was fast emptying as people finished their meals and hurried out. Most didn’t notice the two and those who did notice, thought it was some kind of weird embrace and did not realize that she was breastfeeding the elderly woman. Some of the soup kitchen staff though had noticed and especially Bill, her friend and they were speechless. They didn’t dare disturb because of the aura that surrounded her and the elderly woman, as she suckled her. When she had finished feeding the woman, she smiled and gently told her that they would try and look for a place where she could stay as well as cater to her dietary condition and in the meantime, she could drop by the soup kitchen when she wanted a drop of her milk. The elderly woman was filled with love for this young woman who had nourished her with her milk as if she were her mother and with tears in her eyes held her hands and said, “thank you, mother”.



Bill heard the last exchange as he came to check on her, seeing her adjusting her blouse. Turning she saw him and gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He asked her if she wanted to join him for lunch but she declined and invited him to join her for dinner at her house instead. He accepted. She did ask him though if he would look into using his contacts at connecting the elderly woman to a suitable home and he agreed he would look into it.



She went shopping at the local farmer’s market and refreshed her supplies of fresh organic vegetables and fruits and went home to do some cleaning before dinner. She decided to make him a special raw food dinner that night. She went home and putting on some music, she started cooking dinner. She was done soon, making the lava soup with carrot and avocado, sprouted quinoa plate with salsa and vegetables and a paradise peach pie, and she decided to set up the dining place outside. She opened the French windows of the balcony and took a broom and swept the balcony clean. She brought out her favourite woven rugs and cushions and low bamboo dinner table and arranged them on the balcony. She put out the candleholders and the candles on the balcony and a few in the living room and the kitchen. Then, she decided to go and have a long shower. Refreshed, she dried herself and stepped into her bedroom naked and opened her wardrobe to choose something to wear. Her hands picked out a comfortable, loose, flowing caftan with a plunging neckline. She never wore a bra at home anyway. She felt sexy and she could feel her body taut with sexual energy. As the apartment was becoming darker, she lighted the candles while switching off all the lights. She went and lounged on the rugs, watching the sunset, with a glass of wine.



Bill had always found her attractive and had never thought her husband had been good enough for her and secretly, he was relieved that they were filing for divorce though sad to see her suffer the loss of her baby and perhaps the separation from her husband. Yet, it was with great surprise that he witnessed the transformation he saw in her in the last couple of days. From being in a blue spell, she suddenly seemed to be surrounded by a radiant light of love and happiness and what discomfited him, or his cock rather, was that she exuded so much sexual energy. Then, that afternoon, at the soup kitchen, he had seen her breastfeeding an elderly woman. That image, both surprised and aroused him so much. Even now, thinking of the elderly woman’s mouth hungrily sucking on her nipple made his cock hard.



He reached her apartment and knocked on her door before opening it, as was his customary practice. The place was dark, except for the candles and it took a few seconds to adjust to the lights and then he realized that she was out in the balcony. He knew she had not heard his knock and before joining her on the balcony, he watched her for a few minutes, admiring her and wanting her. Seeing him, she jumped up joyfully and gave him a hug and he could feel her tits bouncing against his chest and his cock hardened. She bade him sit on the rug and then leaned over to offer him a wine glass and pour some wine. He could see the top curves of her breast and wanted to touch them.



After serving dinner, she asked him if he had been successful in finding a suitable contact for the elderly woman and he said that there was a potential organization who had agreed to meet the woman in a couple of days. She smiled, “So that means I need to ensure that the woman gets my milk every day for the next few days at the soup kitchen.” Bill looked at her and decided to ask the question that he had, “Yesterday, when you found that elderly man in the park, did you give him anything before you phoned for help?” She looked back at him, “of course, my breast milk” she replied without a pause. He looked at her in awe. This beautiful creature, who could so selflessly, give of herself to the most downtrodden, weakest of the society. She stood up and standing by the railing, spoke to him gently, “My breast milk is the legacy of my baby and what I could not give my child, I am giving others and the more I give of myself to others, I find the happier I am. I am finding a reason to live and I feel myself so close to nature.” She told him about how it started with the baby plant and the walk in the park. While listening to her, he found both his admiration for her increasing while wanting to taste some of that milk himself.



She found her tits leaking milk suddenly and surprised, she realized that he was looking at them with such intense longing that her body had had a reflexive action. In an instant, she made up her mind and in a swift gesture, she slid off her caftan and stood there in the moonlit night, totally in the nude. His mouth opened and he took in her beautifully sculpted body. She walked towards him, smiling invitingly and leaned against him. She kissed him on his forehead and earlobe and whispered, “well, are you going to just stare at my breasts the whole night or are you going to milk them like you want to?” He kissed her on her neck and then feeling her breasts with both hands, he imagined the mouths that had suckled them and been nourished by them. He felt his cock harden as he hungrily latched on and drank her milk while his fingers felt her warm, soft belly.



While his mouth started exploring other parts of her body after having sucked her tits, her fingers found their way to his shirt buttons and unbuttoned them and to his pants and underpants and released his hard cock. They rubbed his cock till it was erect and then she straddled him. As he lay back, enjoying watching her ride him, her hair flying in the night breeze, she played with his chest hair and nipple and bent down to bite his nipple. As she started riding him faster, her tits began bouncing and with a spray of milk over him, she came, her pussy squeezing his hard cock. Knowing he was yet to come, she moved down and squeezed out some more of her milk over his hard cock. His cock responded instantly by ejecting more pre-cum. She then took his cock coated in their juices and started sucking it. He was in heaven, he felt and soon he was shooting his load into her mouth. She swallowed it and continued to suck his cock till his last drop was extracted. Then, she moved up and kissed him on his mouth and lay beside him, in his arms. “Thank you, darling” he whispered back. That night started Bill and her sexual adventures.



Over the next few days, she cleared her house of the clutter of her marriage and old life. She basically boxed her husband’s stuff and had him pick everything up and the rest of the furniture and stuff, she sold it all leaving only the bare essentials. She brought in more plants into the house. Her own little baby plant had grown into a sturdy, strong plant.



She did not feel compelled to go for a paying job as she had a small trust and her needs were few. Instead, she chose to go on her walks in the park and other areas where the homeless frequent and breastfeed the needy and soon she was known as Mother Earth around the weak and the elderly, particularly the homeless and hungry. The word went around that no mouth went hungry that approached the mother and each day, someone who had suckled on her breasts would wait for her at the park or soup kitchen and take her to another whom he or she thought was in dire need of attention. It was said that it was not only the elderly who thought of her as the mother but that the trees of the woods also responded lovingly to her voice.

A year later, in a two bedroom apartment close to a child care center, Millie woke up as two pairs of tiny feet clambered onto the bed and full of eagerness greeted her. She kissed Carrie and Graham.



“Mommy, happy birthday!” Graham lisped, as he gave her a hug and a kiss.



“Mommy, mommy, we made breakfast for you!” exclaimed Carrie, hugging her mother.



“You did? Thank you, darlings,” said Millie, hugging her kids and then tickling them as they giggled away.



“Daddy said to go see if you were awake. Are you awake now?” asked Graham.



“Yes, baby, I am awake,” replied Millie, smiling.



Carrie slipped down the bed and ran out the door, crying out, “Daddy, mommy’s awake.”



Graham also slipped down the bed and ran behind her, excited to inform their father.



Millie looked at the two and smiled. She looked at the cot in their bedroom and walked over to check on baby Stuart. Stuart had woken up, with the noise that his siblings had made and smiled at his mother. Millie picked up Stuart and took him back to the bed and kissing him, brought his mouth to her nipple, to give his morning milk. Stuart sucked hungrily.



In a few minutes, her husband came in carrying a breakfast tray with the two kids in tow. They sang her a birthday song and kissed her again.



“I made that pancake, mommy, and Graham made that one,” said Carrie.



“No, you ate the one that you made,” responded Graham, “Daddy made that one. He made us chocolate pancakes, mommy.”



“They look beautiful, kids. I sure am going to enjoy my breakfast,” said Millie, still feeding Stuart who paused at the disturbance.



Carrie and Graham stood next to her and looked at their baby brother, sucking on their mother’s nipple. Feeling left out and remembering the breast that used to be theirs, they looked at their mother and asked, “Mommy, can I have some milk too?”



Millie smiled and nodded, “Yes, darlings, once your baby brother finishes drinking, I will feed both of you.”



When she finished feeding Stuart, her husband took the baby and kissed her.



Carrie and Graham clambered back onto the bed and snuggling on either side of her arm, happily suckled on Millie’s breasts. Millie kissed the tops of their tiny heads as she tandem fed them.



Her husband sat by her side and massaged her shoulders gently.



After a few minutes, he whispered to the kids that he would serve them pancakes in the kitchen, if they came now. He put Stuart gently in the cot and walked back to the kitchen. Reluctantly, the two kids released their mother’s nipple and ran after their father to have their breakfast.



Millie smiled at the trio and then looked at her breakfast tray. They had put smiley faces on the pancakes. She smiled as she drank some orange juice and knowing that her husband would join her soon, she waited to have breakfast with him.



He came in and closed the door and walked over to her and leaned to kiss her on her lips.



“Happy birthday, my darling wife,” he whispered as he lovingly kissed her. He picked a piece of fruit and offered it to her. She ate the fruit. Then, she cut the pancake and offered him a piece. Laughing, they enjoyed feeding each other and it wasn’t long before they started kissing each other passionately.



“I have a present for you,” her husband whispered, and pausing in his kiss, reached over to the bedside table and brought up a packaged gift and handed it to her.



Millie opened it and saw that it was sheer baby doll lingerie that was as skimpy as it was completely see-through. It had a knot under the bust that held the flimsy garment together and could easily flicked open to access what was underneath.



“With my after birth belly, lingerie is something that I turn away from,” laughed Millie.



Her husband said, “I know and it is a shame because you have the most beautiful body that a woman could have.”



He leaned over and kissed her. Then, he turned to put her breakfast tray on the floor. Continuing to kiss her, he slowly pulled up her satin nightgown and removed it over her arms. He kissed her neck as his fingers gently touched her breasts and played with them, before his lips soon followed. Flicking one of her nipple with his tongue, his fingers squeezed the other nipple until her milk sprayed onto his fingers. His tongue moved over to this nipple and licked the spray and kissed her breast.



He slowly made his way down her stomach, kissing her belly lovingly. Then, he slowly slid off her panty as his mouth kissed the spaces that the panty exposed. Reaching her clitoris, his tongue flicked it before starting to lick and suck it.



Millie moaned as she felt her pussy is responding to his mouth. His hands rubbed her thighs as his tongue moved to her vagina and he started licking her juices. Millie grabbed the corners of her pillow and arched her back as her orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her. Kissing her pussy lips and clit, her husband moved up her body, licking the milk that had sprayed over her chest and stomach. He reached her breasts and sucked on her nipples.



He finally reached up and kissed his wife on her lips and whispered, “I love you.”



Millie kissed back and whispered, “I love you, Richard.”



Hearing their kids knocking at the door, they quickly dressed and opened the door.



“Daddy, are we going to Uncle Dan’s house now?” asked Graham.



“No, baby, we are going there for lunch,” replied Richard.



“Can I bring my guitar, Daddy?” asked Carrie, “I want to play Uncle Dan my new song.”



“Yes, baby, you may,” smiled Richard.



Millie looked at him, lovingly and leaned over to kiss him on the back of his neck, before she asked, “Who wants to go to the pool now?”



“Me, me,” cried out the little voices.



She looked over at Richard and smiled, “let’s go for a swim, darling.”



The family went over to the pool and enjoyed their swim before going over for lunch to Dan’s house. Dan hugged Millie and wished her for her birthday and said he had invited Paul and her former housemate over for lunch as well.



As her friends toasted to her health and happiness, Millie looked around the room and was happy to see all whom she loved being there to celebrate her birthday.



Her former housemate got up and toasted to her, “Here’s to Millie, the bravest woman I know for having the courage to come through her terrible experiences and seek out the happiness that she deserved. Here’s to many more years of happiness and love, Millie!”



Paul got up and said, “Here’s to a beautiful woman whom I regret letting go of but Millie, I wish you happiness with the one you chose. You gave me the greatest gift a man could ever have, my child, my baby girl Carrie!” He kissed his daughter, whom he was carrying in his arms.



“Dad and Uncle Dan, I want to sing my new song to you. I brought my guitar,” exclaimed Carrie, remembering her song.



Richard gave Carrie her guitar and she strummed on it, as a pre-recorded tune played and sang her own concocted song.



Millie hugged Graham, who was seated on her lap. Richard came and sat on the armrest of Millie’s chair, putting his arm around her.



After Carrie had sung her song, Dan got up to make his toast, “Here’s to the amazing woman who changed the lives of many of us. She has nurtured me and given me more than I could have ever hoped for and taken away my loneliness. Here’s to the awesome mother and her happiness with her husband and kids!”



Millie smiled at Dan, as Richard squeezed her shoulders warmly.



Richard kissed his wife before he got up to toast her, “Here’s to the love of my life and the mother of my three kids. I am truly lucky to have the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world love me. I have caused her enough heartache in the past and I only want to bring her the happiness she deserves. I love you, my beautiful Millie!”



Millie reached over as he sat back on the armrest.



Millie spoke up, “I am truly blessed to experience such love around me from my darling husband and three wonderful kids to my closest friends. Thank you for making me feel special and celebrating this birthday with me.”



As they were getting ready to leave the house in the evening, Millie kissed Dan, “I will be coming over tomorrow afternoon for our nurturing time.”



Dan hugged her as he responded, “Oh, yes, I definitely need our time. It’s been a week since I suckled on your delightful breasts and drank my sweet life-saving nectar.”



Richard smiled and said, “I will be taking the kids to the zoo tomorrow afternoon so you should have plenty of time with my wife’s breasts.”



Paul, overhearing their conversation, turned to Richard and said, “I admire you for being so open about sharing your wife with another man.”



Richard smiled, “I have learnt my lesson in life regarding relationships. I love Millie, she loves me and we are loyal to each other. It has taken time to rebuild our relationship and to come to this point of trust and love but we are stronger for it. I don’t think either of us would want petty jealousy to spoil our beautiful relationship. I also love the fact that she is able to share her breasts and breast milk with her closest friend.”



Paul smiled and picking up Carrie, he said, “Well, baby girl, let’s go play some music.” Carrie was going to spend the night over at her father’s place and Millie kissed her, handing over her overnight bag to Paul.



Millie turned to Richard and putting her arm around his waist, whispered, “Let’s go home, baby, and have some fun. I’d like to try on your birthday present.”



His eyes sparkling, Richard enthusiastically agreed and gathering Graham and Stuart, they left for their home.

She lay in bed, lightly running her fingers over her stomach, marvelling at how quickly she’d managed to lose her baby weight. She’d given birth five months previously, and had been exercising daily. She ran her hands over her breasts, still heavy with breastfeeding. She knew her husband, John, was running late, as he had been nearly every night since their child was born.



Suddenly, she sat up straight. She could hear a noise, coming from the back door. John always came through the front door. She stood up, ready to run and protect her baby, but then her bedroom door opened.



“Well, what do we have here?”



That was not John’s voice. She sat back down, groping for some kind of weapon on her bedside table. Three men entered her bedroom, silhouetted in the dark. They were all tall, one thickset, one skinny, and one roughly average for his height. The thickset one came over to her, and grasped her wrist, making her gasp in shock. “What are you doing honey?”



Suddenly, the baby started crying. She looked at her baby monitor in horror, willing her child to stop crying, and by some miracle, it did. The man holding her looked at the other two men; she could feel his evil grin.



“Well, well, well, we have us a yummy mummy, boys. What’s your name sugar?”



“V-v-vienetta” she stuttered. “Vienetta, hey? Like the ice cream?” He pulled her off the bed and turned her so she was facing the others. “What do you think boys?”



“I think I would love to taste her cream,” leered the average man. He moved towards her, holding something in his hand. It was two strips of cloth. She felt one being fastened over her eyes, and one became her gag. She could still feel one holding her arms behind her back. Then she felt fingers pulling her pussy lips apart. She tried to kick out her legs, but he quickly held them firm. They lifted her onto the bed so she was lying on her back. Then she felt the last man come over.



“I wasn’t kidding about wanting to taste her cream.” She felt large hands grab her breasts, squeezing hard. She tried to scream, it hurt so much, but the gag prevented her from doing so. She then felt a mouth over her nipple, tugging and biting, causing it to go hard. He then started suckling, and she felt her milk go. “There we are sweetheart, wasn’t so hard, was it?” The man holding her legs pulled them apart, and then used his fingers to start rubbing her clit. She moaned, she hadn’t had sex since before the baby was born, and this felt so good, even though it was forced. She heard them all chuckle. “Feel good, does it honey?” She felt him push his fingers into her pussy, at the same time the mouth on her nipple changed breasts, she felt her milk come down from her other breast. She bucked, her pussy clenching on the fingers inside of her, as she moaned again, hating the fact that she was loving this.



Suddenly she was lifted again, he legs spread wide, and was impaled on a big cock. She tried to scream, this hurt, they hadn’t waited until she was ready, and this cock was huge. It felt like it was splitting her pussy in half. She sobbed as she was forced to take this huge cock into her pussy, the other men pushing her down as she was trying to come back up. Finally, though, she had the entire length of the cock inside of her. The men let go of her, but she knew they were nearby.



” Rub your clit bitch.” One said, grabbing onto a hand ful of hair. She put her hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. She could feel her juices starting to flow, and obviously, the man inside of her could too, because he put his hands on her hips and started to move her up and down. She could feel every nerve in her body, and with a strangled yell, she came all over his fat cock.



“The cunt is starting to enjoy this,” The one holding her hair jeered. He pulled her head down, and she then felt a finger rimming her arse. She tried to shake her head no, but the man holding her just grabbed her hair tighter. She felt the coolness of lube running down her arse, and then suddenly, a huge cock was pressing into her arse, trying to get in. “Rub your clit, slut,” he said, and as she did so, her arse loosened and he pushed his fat cock straight into her. She screamed through the gag, and the men just laughed. The man holding her hair pulled her back up, running his hand back over her breasts as tears of pain coursed down her cheeks. He slapped her across the face. “You love it, don’t you, dirty little cunt.” He slapped her again. “We can hear you moaning for their fat cocks, and I know your moaning for mine too, because you’re a dirty little slut.” He then took the gag off, and before she could yell, shoved his massive cock straight down her throat and started fucking her mouth.



Unknown to them, John had come home, expecting to find his wife in bed, and found her instead being fucked in every orifice by three men he’d never seen, and had a raging hard-on because of it. He was unconsciously rubbing his cock through his trousers as he watched his wife being defiled.



Meanwhile, Vienetta was choking on the huge cock in her throat, but it was taking her mind of the pain her arse was in due to the rough fucking. And they weren’t gentle. The man she was on top of was pinching her nipples hard, making her eyes water. The man in her arse was fucking her hard, and the one in her throat was not gentle. Despite this, she felt her body clenching.



“The cunt really is enjoying this,” the one in her arse said, grabbing a handful of her hair. “She’s about to cum again.” And she did, hard, her pussy and arse clenching the cocks in them hard as waves of pleasure washed over her, causing her to scream into the cock in her mouth. The man in her arse just could not hang on anymore, and he came, hard and loud into her arse. As he pulled out, the man in her mouth came, and she had a huge mouthful of his cum. She tried to spit it out, but he stopped her. “No cum slut, you can swallow it.” He slapped her across the face again to make his point, and she swallowed his cum. The man in her pussy was last, and as he came, she could feel his cock throbbing, and as the red hot rivets of cum went inside her, she came again around his cock.



“Well cunt, this was lovely, but we now have to leave, but,” One of the men caught her hair and rubbed her face into his cock, “we’ll be back to do this again.”



She heard them all leave the room, go down the stairs, and out the back door. Only then did she take off her blindfold, to see her husband standing next to her, his hard cock in his hands as he wanked himself, then came all over her face.



One Week Later



Vienetta lay on her back on the bed, hands tied, with a double dildo in her pussy and arse, her husband’s cock in her mouth, cumming all over again.

Chapter 03: The Night before the Wedding



Asleep, Ilyana dreamt of the night before her wedding. She retired from the feast prepared in her honor early – lacking an appetite due to her apprehension of the coming nuptials the following day. The Zamoran went to bed afraid of the Turanians and depravities supposedly practiced in their seraglios.



She tried masturbating herself to sleep, but her orgasm only made her more restless and uncomfortable. As the perspiration caused by her climax chilled her body, she wished for a thicker blanket to warm her shivering figure. Fortunately for the future bride, her mother visited her chamber out of concern for Ilyana’s health.



Tatyana, Ilyana’s thirty-two-year-old mother and concubine to Ivan Yuriev, found her eighteen-year-old daughter wide awake in bed. Unsurprisingly, since she purposely failed to give Ilyana proper insulation against nocturnal climate of the Eastern Desert, Tatyana Dmitrova hoped that her child might invite her into bed. Indeed, Derketo answered her incestuous prayer when Ilyana said:



- Can I sleep with you tonight, mother?



Removing her own garments, she slipped into bed to join her daughter. Wrapping her arms around her child, Tatiana warmed Ilyana with her body. The cold sweat that covered her skin slowly heated as Ilyana took comfort in her mother’s warm bosom. With her departing anxiety, hunger returned to Ilyana’s thoughts. She heard her stomach grumble loudly; prompting Tatiana to offer her right breast to her daughter:



- This one is still full of milk….



She quickly latched on to her nipple. Sucking her mother’s milk into her mouth, Ilyana quickly gulped the breastmilk down her throat. Like all the other times the young Zamoran nursed from her mother, Ilyana inserted one of her legs so that her thigh touched Tatiana’s vulva. Following her daughter’s example, the senior odalisque of Ivan Yuriev’s harem lodged one of her limbs between Ilyana’s slightly parted thighs.



Parent and child soon stimulated one another — grinding their thighs into the other’s mound. At the peak of her climax, Ilyana (still suckling her mother’s tit) bit into Tatiana’s nipple. The pain pushed Tatiana into orgasm as she cradled her daughter’s head in her arms. On her cleavage, her daughter’s labored breaths blew warmth into her heaving chest. Suddenly, she felt tears wetting her bosom. Taking one of her hands to raise Ilyana’s face upwards, the slave stared into her daughter’s weeping visage and asked:



- What’s the matter, my dear child?



Realizing that the night marked the end of further intimacy with her parent, Ilyana wailed:



- After tonight, we will no longer be able to make love, mother!



Sobbing again after her pathetic declaration, Ilyana once more buried her face in her mother’s breasts. She naturally inhaled Tatiana’s maternal scent and sensed her parent stroking her dark tresses in order to soothe her hysterical fit. While the aforementioned hand combed through her drenched locks — soaked from the paroxysms she experienced with a mix of euphoria and melancholy — the other hand belonging to her mother wandered down to rub her mons veneris.



Ilyana then freed one of her arms so that her hand caressed her mother’s moistened sex: palming Tatiana’s clitoris as her index and ring fingers glided between the older woman’s labia; the middle finger plunged into thrall’s vagina — fingering the folds of her mother’s passage.



Orgasming from her daughter’s digits, Tatiana returned her child’s show of affection by working her fingers round Ilyana’s engorged clitoris. Her progeny screamed into her bust as she pinched Ilyana’s pearl and played with the hood that barely concealed her erect glans. Slapping her nub to finally transport Ilyana to climax, Tatiana held her close as she quivered in her hug. Once her convulsions ceased, the Zamoran concubine directed Ilyana’s lips toward her left breast as she told her daughter:



- We still have this night, child….



She rocked her child back and forth as her daughter suckled from her teat — until Ilyana exhausted her final reserve of breastmilk and replied:



- Then let me taste your pussy one more time, mother….



From her left nipple, Ilyana worked her way down the courtesan’s body. Kissing, licking and sometimes biting her mother; leaving bite marks on Tatiana’s soft skin before inserting her tongue into the older woman’s navel. Sucking in air from the sudden shock of pleasure produced by Ilyana’s wet tongue, her mother mewled in ecstasy as the bride followed Tatiana’s retreating stomach.



Maintaining contact with her mother’s umbilicus, Ilyana continued to orally worship the belly that carried her for nine months while her chest, resting atop her parent’s vulva, felt Tatiana’s juices upon her cleavage. She spread the slippery fluid to the rest of her bosom — working one breast and then other around the opening to her mother’s passage — even penetrating Tatiana with her nipples.



As one of her daughter’s nipples entered her birth canal, Tatiana jerked her hips to press Ilyana’s breast into her loins. Liking her mother’s pelvic gyrations, Ilyana grabbed Tatiana’s hips and brought her bosom closer to the elder Zamoran’s groin.



The other nipple, not engaged in coition with Tatiana’s vagina, brushed against her mother’s inner thigh. Erect from frotting with her parent’s leg, she switched nipples and instantly felt the muscles of her mother’s cunt suckling her teat. She quickly climaxed from her mother’s nursing pudenda and after diving into Tatiana’s crotch — drank the juices springing forth from concubine’s opening.



Lifting her head to ask Tatiana a question, Ilyana addressed her mother when she tasted semen:



- Who did you fuck before coming here?



While she answered the girl’s query, Tatiana masturbated; her fingers gliding along her exposed glans clitoris:



- One of the guests your father invited to your fete….



When the concubine stopped talking to concentrate on achieving orgasm, Ilyana patiently waited for her paroxysms to pass and cleaned Tatiana’s sticky digits with her mouth. Then proceeding to bathe her cum drenched slit in saliva, Ilyana performed cunnilingus on her mother as the concubine explained in between purrs of pleasure:



- Once you retired for the evening… we disrobed… and the orgy began…. I mounted the man that sat next to you… Remember… the Gunderman… that mercenary captain seeking employment with your father?



Her lascivious tale aroused the innocent maiden feasting on her matrix. As she witnessed Ilyana taking a pillow — to straddle between her legs and masturbate her loins to orgasm — Tatiana added:



- He had a stout pike… and he fucked me with that pole…. He came a lot in my cunt…. There should be plenty for you to taste down there!



Sticking her tongue deep inside her mother’s sheathe, Ilyana savored the ejaculate left in Tatiana’s passage. The taste of the Gunderman’s spend reminded Ilyana of mead and she stored some in her mouth as the young Zamoran bride crawled up her mother’s body to share her discovery with her courtesan parent. Osculating with the odalisque, Ilyana let her tongue — laden with the mercenary’s semen — play with Tatiana’s lingua. After relishing the seed brought to her orifice by her progeny, Tatiana’s lips broke contact with Ilyana’s labia to comment:



- Tasty….



After sharing several more kisses with her daughter, the concubine added:



A shame that I didn’t suck his cock….



The Zamorans then settled for sleep. Ilyana laid her head on her mother’s bosom as Tatiana stroked her daughter’s long, brunette hair. Exhausted from their Sapphic assignation, the pair dozed with their arms wrapped around each other’s spent bodies.

Half asleep in her husband’s pavilion, Ilyana Ivanova recalled yesterday morning. Just hours before her wedding to Adi; the eighteen-year-old Zamoran woke up to the arousing odor of her thirty-two-year-old mother’s body.



Sweat accumulated on Tatiana’s cleavage and her daughter licked the perspiration found on her bosom before breakfasting upon her breastmilk. Ilyana’s suckling orifice eventually roused Tatiana from her slumber and she permitted her child to continue nursing at the expense of her other children. Fortunately, her other progeny were well past weaning age and only fed upon her bosom in order to please their parent (as well as a mutual desire to remain close to one another).



The Zamoran concubine wanted Ilyana to enjoy her last moments of maidenhood before Adi took her to the tent currently undergoing nuptial preparations. To heighten her child’s enjoyment of her lactic meal; the temptress reached around and under Ilyana’s callipygous derriere and massaged her lustful daughter’s vulva.



Letting her lecherous hand dexterously finger her child to climax; Tatiana braced herself (as Ilyana possessed a predisposition to bite whenever she orgasmed). When the anticipated pang occurred on her right nipple, Tatiana knew that her daughter reached orgasm, as the figure she held in her arms quaked in climax.



Ilyana opened her mouth – releasing her mother from the agony of having her nipple bitten by her teeth – trying to apologize for her bad habit; but instead of receiving a scolding for her wont for biting during orgasm, she received a passionate kiss from Tatiana. The concubine wished to part with her daughter on amiable terms and not spout vitriol from her orifice, which preferred to tongue Ilyana while she still possessed the opportunity to partake of her child’s many openings.



When their lips finally parted, the concubine asked her daughter:



-Is there anything I can do for you, my child?



Quickly straddling her mother’s countenance, Ilyana replied:



-Can you eat my pussy, mother?



Licking her labia with gusto, Tatiana consumed the drops of vaginal dew on her pubic hair. She then skipped her labia minora and thrust her tongue into her vagina. Inside, she traced circles around her hymen, careful not to tear her maidenhead. Merely pressing her lingua through the gap in her virginal membrane elicited throes of passion that mingled agony and ecstasy. Stopping her cunnilingus to compliment Ilyana, the temptress told her daughter:



-I am glad to report that you are still a virgin, my child….



Before returning her face to her groin, she added:



-But not for long….



Attending to her inner lips, Tatiana spread her saliva around her orifice, and parted the hirsute outer labia to have better access of her vaginal vestibule. After drinking her fill of Ilyana’s juices, Tatiana kissed her daughter’s clitoris to bring her womb to a climactic cum. A waterfall of ejaculate came down on her mouth; with much of the viscous liquid covering her wet face. Once her tongue cleansed Ilyana’s loins – lapping up a good portion of the syrupy cream that stuck to her mons veneris – she once again asked:



-What else would you like me to do, Ilyana?



Moving slightly forward to bring her anus over her mother’s mouth, she answered:



-Can you also lick my ass?



Sticking her lingua into the rim of her daughter’s rectum, Tatiana savored the musky scent of Ilyana’s vagina as her mouth tasted the rich flavor of the bride’s bottom. Roaming the circumference of her anus multiple times, Tatiana slowly transported her daughter to the peak of orgasm. Her continuous anilingus bathed Ilyana’s asshole in saliva and she finally inserted her lingua into the younger Zamoran’s rectal cavity as she came: her animated torso flailing uncontrollably as Tatiana anchored her by holding onto her hips.



Falling backwards on top of her mother’s body, Ilyana’s head rested on Tatiana’s lap. She then lay on her stomach to put her head in between the older woman’s thighs. While she opened her own limbs – presenting Tatiana with an intimate view of her vulva – Ilyana started lapping the juices covering her mother’s cunt. When she stopped to swallow the ejaculate in her mouth, she said:



-Let me return the favor, mother….



With her child’s loins in such close proximity, Tatiana also brought her lips next to the maid’s vagina. Slurping the cum coming out of her daughter’s hole, Tatiana drank from Ilyana’s streaming orifice; growing inebriated by the consumption of her child’s tasty juices.



Equally intoxicated by her mother’s ejaculate, Ilyana imbibed the great quantity of vaginal fluid exiting Tatiana’s orifice, feverishly sucking the juices that kept on filling her mouth. While she swallowed mouthfuls of cum, her tongue also rapidly licked Tatiana’s clitoris and penetrated the concubine’s passage. Ilyana quickly pulled her lingua out of her mother’s orifice once she felt the older woman’s birth canal pulsing in paroxysm.



Along with the rest of her body, Tatiana s pussy quivered to the orgasm coursing through her body. Realizing her daughter neared her own climax, Tatiana withdrew her face even as Ilyana pressed her sex down on the odalisque’s visage. A surge of female juices quickly flowed out of the younger Zamoran’s cunt – showering her mother in spray of aromatic fluid.



Turning to face her mother, Ilyana kissed Tatiana’s lips; tasting her own juices on the older woman’s lips. Their hands ran through the other’s hair – wet with sweat and juices expelled from their vulvae. Smelling the sweet blend of aromas made the lovers lick each other’s countenances as Tatiana slowly directed her child to once again suckle upon her bosom.



As her lips locked on her mother’s nipple, Ilyana sucked to draw milk from Tatiana’s teat. Meanwhile, her legs took their usual places and reserved those spaces favored by Tatiana as the tribades kneaded their loins into the other’s thigh. The young Zamoran bride bit as she came and she heard her mother screaming when her teeth clamped down on her nipple.



But before her mouth moved to Tatiana’s other nipple, a pair of calloused hands seized her; separating Ilyana from her mother’s embrace. Strands of cum stretched from their parting mounds as Ilyana desperately held on to her parent. But the undeniable brawn of arms connected to those hands – bulging with masculine strength – wrenched her Tatiana and dropped her into a tub of warm water.

Awakening from her slumber; Ilyana’s eyes surveyed the one who dropped her into the bath: a giantess with remarkably red hair who grinned at the Zamoran’s surprised expression.



Before she managed an utterance, the redhead seized her ankles and dragged her loins out of the water. Kneeling, the mysterious ruffian inspected her soaking pubic hair with eyes that obviously lusted for her pudenda. Ilyana attempted to address this ginger haired ogress, but once again, only unintelligible sounds escaped her lips as a bar of soap started lathering her soiled mons veneris. The aforementioned object then roughly parted their way between the folds of her vulva; followed by fingers that unceremoniously jammed themselves into her vagina.



Manipulated in such a barbaric fashion, Ilyana considered the she-devil’s origins as she fingered the bride to orgasm. The woman’s gargantuan frame suggested somewhere north like Vanaheim. On the other hand, for one of the demoness’s digits dug into her anus around the time she last climaxed, her tanned skin pointed south to Cimmeria. Confused by these contradictory thoughts and the fist that surprisingly fit her passage, she yelled:



- Who are you?



Leaving her hand sheathed in Ilyana’s vagina, but not stirring her womb through further movements, the stranger answered:



- I am Sybil… a Cimmerian!



Quickly, before the abusive barbarian possessed some notion to proceed, she asked:



- What are you doing here?



Seemingly annoyed by her second query, Sibyl retorted:



- To clean you… as your husband commanded me to do!



She suddenly massaged her sex to paroxysm — rendering Ilyana incomprehensible as she moaned in satisfaction. Forcing herself to recover her wits, she inquired:



- Do you need to make me cum too?



Responding in a most perverse manner, Sibyl aligned her mound to plunge her considerable clitoris into the Zamoran’s vagina. The tribade stroked her opening — making the bride beg for more of her phallic nub before gratifying Ilyana with a reply to her forgotten question:



- Yes… I am to teach you many things before your husband returns….



Sibyl employed her engorged clitoris like a penis, penetrating Ilyana’s pussy and collecting the juices pooling within her sheathe. Shining with the Zamoran’s cum, the pearl then rubbed against Ilyana’s glans. Ejaculate from both vaginas ran down the legs of the barbarian. Her hands, which held the Zamoran in place by the ankles, tightened their grip on Ilyana’s limbs as her feet lost purchase.



With hips extended forward — the Cimmerian thrust her cunt into Ilyana as Sibyl pitched into the tub and on top of the surprised bride. The savage’s great weight pressed down on Ilyana and she nearly drowned in the vessel as she struggled to surface her nose above the steamy bathwater. When she emerged at the other end of the bathtub, the barbarian pursued her lips until their mouths met in a forceful kiss.



Her brutish osculations continued as her hands found the soap lodged underneath Ilyana’s rump. Bringing the bar out of the water, Sibyl raised the Zamoran’s left arm and scrubbed her underarm, letting the hairs of her armpit lather before washing the foam away with water. Then, pressing her face into the bride’s axilla, Sibyl smelled the cavity for unwanted odors and licked her tongue to confirm the underarm’s state of cleanliness. Once satisfied, she brought her nose once again into the down covering Ilyana’s armpit, to enjoy the scent of her saliva mixed with aroma of the soap and pronounced:



- That part is now clean….



The giantess next performed a similar ritual of ablution on Ilyana’s other axilla, but perceptibly taking more time to bury her countenance in the down covering her underarm. As Sibyl lingered around the Zamoran’s right armpit — perhaps in admiration of a particular odor trapped within the locks of her black axillary hair — Ilyana asked:



- Since you like smelling me… perhaps you can tell me how old you are?



Of a mind to condescend her for this one occasion, Sibyl reluctantly stopped kissing her underarm to answer (albeit truculently):



- Nineteen… which makes me one year older than you….



Her mood broken by the Zamoran’s incessant inquiries, Sibyl applied the bar of soap on Ilyana’s bosom. She soaped the younger girl’s breasts and labored to scour away the dried semen left on the Zamoran’s breasts. When she accomplished this duty, she then brought her own breast to the Zamoran bride’s face and said to Ilyana:



- I heard that have not eaten since yesterday…. Nurse from me if you are hungry…. You may repay me when you give birth to your first child….



Too famished to refuse Sibyl’s gesture, Ilyana suckled the barbarian right breast. The Zamoran gulped down Sibyl’s breastmilk like one denied food for a week instead of the single day since she last took in nourishment. Circling her arms around the Cimmerian’s massive torso, Ilyana pressed her lips against Sibyl’s large nipple, opening her mouth to take in more of the Cimmerian’s milk.



While the Zamoran inhaled the maternal scent of her new lover, Sibyl transported her bar of soap to unnecessarily brush the younger woman’s already cleansed vulva. Unfortunately for the savage tribade, her ignorance of Ilyana’s bad habit – of biting whenever she orgasmed while breastfeeding – resulted in agony when her frotting hand induced a paroxysm of the bride’s womb. She fought to suppress a scream and unceremoniously brought her palm down several times on Ilyana’s derriere.



When Ilyana released the Cimmerian from her bite, Sibyl smothered Ilyana’s countenance with a kiss before burying the Zamoran underneath her vulva. Her head pinned between the lip of the tub and the red headed giantess’s groin, Ilyana knew to comply when she heard Sibyl exclaim:



- Lick my cunt clean, bitch!



Trapped next to the Cimmerian’s powerful limbs, her ears felt the ticklish softness of the hairs on Sibyl’s inner thighs while her face brushed up against the older woman’s coarse pubic hair. Luckily, her tongue found the entrance to the barbarian’s passage, which Ilyana licked in order to coax open and perhaps stimulate through cunnilingus. Indeed, she felt the clitoris emerging from Sibyl’s hood. Chancing that the savage might like to have her nub nursed by the Zamoran, Ilyana put her lips on the ogress’s pearl and sucked Sibyl’s hardening glans.



Squeezing Ilyana’s head hard as she came; Sibyl orgasmed and drowned her partner in her fluids as her ejaculate poured down on Ilyana’s face. She heard the Zamoran coughing as her juices went into Ilyana’s nose. Fondling her breasts, Sibyl allowed a paroxysm to course through her muscular body before rising to liberate Ilyana from her suffocating loins. As she admired the other girl’s countenance, drenched in her Cimmerian spend, she asked:



- Have you something to say, bitch?



Not wanting more chastisement for the day, Ilyana intuitively replied:



- Thank you for bathing me, Sibyl….



Still unsatisfied with her answer, she added:



- And?



Hoping to mollify the red headed barbarian, Ilyana also said:



- And for feeding me with your breastmilk….



Pleased with the Zamoran’s latter compliment, Sibyl kissed Ilyana and then helped her out of the bathtub. After drying Ilyana’s petite figure with a towel, she hefted the heavy brass vessel onto her left shoulder and departed in the nude to dispose of the bathwater. However, as if remembering a piece of intelligence she needed to convey, she stuck her head back into the pavilion in order to say:



- You may rest, but must remain naked…. I will return soon to finish your preparations for the evening!

Sibyl returned as promised; some hours after she left Ilyana to recuperate from her latest ravishment. The Cimmerian found the Zamoran bride, unsurprisingly, in the midst of masturbating her mound. With her slit splayed seductively before the barbarian – Sybil naturally inserted the big toe of her left foot into Ilyana’s sopping orifice. She flexed the inserted digit to play with Ilyana’s vagina: pleased to see the sudden look of shock on Ilyana when the Zamoran realized the unexpected introduction of the Cimmerian’s extremity.



She then pulled the lubricated toe out of Ilyana’s passage and started stroking the younger girl’s clitoral hood. Brushing the flesh covering the Zamoran’s pearl, Sibyl rubbed harder when Ilyana’s nub refused to emerge, forcing the Cimmerian to directly stimulate the jewel by sticking her digit under the fold and pressing her big toe on the Zamoran’s glans. As she added more weight, Sibyl heard the pleasant cries of her Zamoran lover.



Ilyana yelled in pain – unused to the abuse visited by her husband’s Cimmerian companion. She knew little of her tormentor other than the savage nature of her lust. Whether the northern barbarian woman proved worse than her husband – only the gods knew – but Ilyana ventured she loathed to learn the answer as Sibyl’s toe jabbed into her privates.



The nail of that digit drew blood as Ilyana orgasmed from the ordeal. Withdrawing the bloodied toe, Sibyl ground her foot on Ilyana’s hirsute loins. Momentarily stopping her torture of the Zamoran’s pussy, the she-devil ran her heel along the furry surface of Ilyana’s vulva. Aroused by the bride’s brunette down of pubic hair; the underside of Sibyl’s foot sweated as she massaged the eighteen-year-old girl’s pudenda.



Perspiration from Sibyl’s sole warmed Ilyana’s groin as she moved her hips in time with the Cimmerian’s massaging foot. Rocking her cunt to climax; Ilyana noticed that the Cimmerian masturbated her forested vagina with equal ardor: their mutually occurring orgasms deafened the tent as they shouted in ecstasy.



Lightly kicking the Zamoran with her soiled foot, Sibyl said disapprovingly to Ilyana:



-Slut! You couldn’t wait for me to come back!



Winching from the hit to her loins, Ilyana coiled into a fetal position as she rubbed her tender twat. With her right big toe, Sibyl threatened to sodomize the Zamoran when her partner turned away from her visage. As she pressed the digit onto the rim of Ilyana’s anus, the nineteen-year-old giantess pushed a little deeper into her lover’s rectum while asking:



-Do you want me to fuck your ass with my foot, bitch?



Catching the Cimmerian unprepared for her response, Ilyana boldly spread the cheeks of her buttocks apart and pressed her rear into Sibyl’s big toe. Quick to recover her composure, Sibyl happily penetrated the Zamoran’s orifice with her digit; exploring the smaller woman’s bowels with her toe. Grabbing a tent pole for support, the barbarian deepened her penetration of the Zamoran’s derriere as she ordered Ilyana to:



-Touch yourself, whore!



Eagerly, Ilyana brought her free hand onto her bosom and began fondling her mammaries. The other hand still masturbated her increasingly drenched vagina as she fingered the hole with several of her fingers. Meanwhile, Sibyl opened her legs slightly to massage her clitoris and pinched the swollen nub as she forced Ilyana to speak – by jabbing her big toe farther inside her rectal cavity:



-Tell me how much you love being fucked in the ass, cunt!



The sweat in her palms grew wetter as she gasped her reply:



-Yes….



Upset by the brevity in her response, Sibyl drove her digit past the joint, so that Ilyana felt the hairs of the Cimmerian’s big toe graze her anus as the savage’s other toe started to jam into her vagina. Her foothold secure, Sibyl stomped on the side of the Zamoran’s labia closest to the earth as she waited for a more proper response to her query:



-I think I deserve a better answer, asshole!



In a significantly longer hail, Ilyana yelled:



-Yes! I love being fucked by your foot!



Grabbing a chunk of the Zamoran’s dark pubic hair, since she only found Ilyana’s reply barely satisfactory, Sibyl pulled on the bride’s fur as she stroked her climaxing cunt:



-Do you like it when some naked barbarian pulls on your pubes with her foot?



Seeking the right answer, Ilyana masturbated herself to orgasm; letting her paroxysms overcome her before she replied in between heavy gasps for breath:



- Yes… see how I came… from your foot… Sibyl!



To verify Ilyana’s claim, the Cimmerian withdrew her toes from the Zamoran’s cunt. Indeed, the bride panting at her feet lubricated her left foot with her cum. The barbarian’s toes glistened in the light that managed to penetrate the pavilion and she wiggled them to feel the other woman’s juices coat her soiled digits.



Using the same limb to nudge the Zamoran’s buttocks – Sibyl spoke to Ilyana as the younger girl turned her face upwards to look at Cimmerian:



-Turn around and lick my foot, bitch!



Crawling around until she faced Sibyl, Ilyana sniffed the savage’s toes. The odor of her loins battled the sweaty aroma of the barbarian’s foot. (Fortunately, the Cimmerian possessed the decency to walk outside with a pair of sandals, and thus saved Ilyana the indignity of swallowing dirt into her orifice.)



Seeing anger build on Sibyl countenance – for her hesitation – Ilyana opened her mouth and sucked on the barbarian’s big toe. Tasting her juices along with the Cimmerian’s perspiration, the Zamoran bathed her giantess lover’s digit with saliva and hoped that Sibyl detected not the slightest amount of distaste on her face. Although she performed this service on her mother many times; Tatiana usually washed her foot – customarily with rosewater – before letting Ilyana lick her toes.



On the other hand, the Cimmerian’s foot tasted of travel and toil: alien tastes to the pampered Zamoran. As the unfamiliar flavor of her spend (and the savage’s sweat) permeated the entirety of her orifice, Sibyl shoved more of her foot into Ilyana’s mouth. The Zamoran struggled to widen her opening – swallowing the balls of the barbarian’s foot and manipulating her lingua to lap up the perspiration from the she-devil’s sole.



As Sibyl savored the adulation of her foot by her husband’s new bride, she worked her fingers to fondle her clitoris. Pinching her pearl when a paroxysm seized her frame, she thrust her foot deeper – so that the Zamoran licked the arches of her foot. Once her orgasm subsided, Sibyl pulled out her left foot and offered her other foot to the Zamoran:



-I hope you like the taste of your ass, trull!



Reaching her tongue out to touch the ogress’s big toe, Ilyana savored the taste of her innards as her nose inhaled the musky scent of her posterior blending with the Cimmerian’s foot. The mélange certainly tasted different from the flavors she relished on the barbarian’s left foot. Before Sibyl tired of her reluctance, she consumed the toe: sucking the digit and licking it clean of her foul aroma.



Dropping her jaw to accept the rest of the savage’s toes, Ilyana also suckled Sibyl’s unsoiled digits and gradually enjoyed nursing each individual toe and cleansing them of the Cimmerian’s sweat. Withdrawing her toes from the Zamoran, Sibyl placed her heel upon the bride’s nose – favoring Ilyana with the opportunity to smell her sole. As Ilyana licked the balls and arches of her foot, the giantess asked her petite partner:



-What do you think of my feet, you Zamoran cow?



Without pause, to make sure she never questioned her answer, the Zamoran said:



-They are truly lovely, Sibyl….



Patting the wretched creature with her recently cleaned foot, Sibyl then spread her legs and urged the Ilyana to:



-Crawl between my legs and eat my pussy, you miserable wench….



Obediently, the Zamoran followed Sibyl’s commands and parted her labia. Licking her glans clitoris with her mouth, Ilyana then sucked, nibbled and stimulated the Cimmerian’s nub in a variety of ways. As she neared the peak of her climax, she spurred Ilyana’s cunnilingus on by telling her to:



-Bite me, bitch!



Immediately after her teeth put pressure on the barbarian’s pearl, Ilyana felt Sibyl’s juices spraying her chin and throat. The liquid ran down her bosom and onto her stomach – marking her as the Cimmerian’s property. Absorbed by the Zamoran’s pubic hair, drops of ejaculate then dribbled down her mound and impregnated the Iranistani rug they made love on with the Cimmerian’s essence.



Turning around, Sibyl pulled her butt cheeks apart, exposing her anus to the Zamoran’s tongue. Pressing her posterior when the bride failed to lick her rectum – Sibyl positioned her derriere on Ilyana’s lips and exclaimed (while masturbating her erect clitoris):



-Lick my ass too, cunt!



Preoccupied by the sweet scent of her partner’s bottom – Ilyana forgot about the Cimmerian – completely devoting her attention to her well lubricated vulva. Sibyl’s command, though, pregnant with unrealized violence; returned the erstwhile maiden’s attention to the hole presented before her mouth. She licked the hirsute rim of the Cimmerian’s orifice and tasted the sweat collected on the red headed giantess’s rear.



Her lingual exploration went deeper as her tongue penetrated the Cimmerian’s anal cavity. Savoring the raw flavor of the barbarian’s rectum almost caused the Zamoran bride to vomit, but she fought the instinct to regurgitate and flicked her tongue to arouse the savage’s backside.



Hearing the Cimmerian nearing orgasm, Ilyana fingered her northern lover’s vagina while the redhead pleasured hardened nub of her loins. The pair of digits inside her passage went numb as Sibyl savagely squeezed them with extraordinary strength. Even her tongue felt considerably agony as the older woman’s anus applied equal amounts of brutal force on her lingua.



Spent by the Zamoran’s cunnilingus and anilingus, the Cimmerian slumped to the floor covered by the Iranistani carpet moistened by their ejaculate. Directing Ilyana to one of her armpits, she pushed the wife’s face into her hairy cavity and explained:



-You also need to clean my sweaty pits….



The aroma of the barbarian’s underarm overpowered Ilyana’s olfactory. Breathing became nigh unbearable and she almost fainted from inhaling the Cimmerian’s strong odor. Thankfully, the fingers of right hand masturbated her back to consciousness, and she returned her focus on the seemingly dirtiest portion of Sibyl’s anatomy.



Licking the salty sweat from her axillary hairs, Ilyana tasted a host of unknown flavors that returned the puking sensation to her stomach. She also suppressed the impulse to withdraw her face and maintain her cleansing of the Cimmerian’s armpit. With her countenance fixed firmly on Sibyl’s axilla by the boreal woman’s unyielding grip on the back of her head – Ilyana hoped to grow more tolerant of the Cimmerian’s scent as she lapped the remaining perspiration from Sibyl’s underarm.



Transferring to her other cavity, Sibyl ordered Ilyana to fulfill the other half of her request. Grateful for her dulling senses, the Zamoran finished her task and hated the idea of regularly grooming her companion in such a fashion. However, hunger banished such thoughts as Sibyl dragged her face away from her axilla and onto one of her tits.



Now more aware of the Zamoran’s habits, the Cimmerian refrained from massaging her vulva while nursing the bride. She fingered Ilyana’s sex in between breastfeedings – offering the Zamoran prunes before placing the bride on her other teat. Once Ilyana expressed her fill of the Cimmerian’s milk; the tribades exchanged kisses as they rubbed against each other’s genitals. Upon the arrival of their coinciding paroxysms, Sibyl to once again rose to part with her lover, but she promised that she and Adi shall return this evening in order:



- For all of us to make love as one family….

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