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There I was. Walking. Walking down the dark Corvallis streets wondering why they weren’t better lit. ‘At least I can see the stars,’ thought the young man I once was. After walking around for fourty-three minutes my predestination is presented to me. Alan’s house, at least it was according to the e-mail I received, stood before me.

Trepidation. I can back out. My cock hungry feet move forward. Desire. Before I can knock on the door a naked man appears in the doorway. He looks at the world hesitantly and at me hungrily. His white skin seemed to reflect the tiny light at the end of the street in much the same way the stars twinkled that night. His salt and pepper hair was greatly receded, at least on top. The man boobs that hung from his chest were oddly feminine and greatly his most erotic feature. Without a word I wrapped my arms around his rotund, yet not flabby, midsection and began to suck on those round orbs of flesh. After a moment a slight moan escaped from his lips and he put his thick, powerful, hands gently on my shoulders. With a light squeeze to that area where your neck and your shoulders meet, the briefest of massages to that area where my tension is stored, he detached this suckling babe from his teat and looked deeply in my eyes.

The piercing blue cutting into me caused my clothes to feel tight to my crotch. “Cum in my ass,” jutted from my mouth as I pulled down my shorts allowing my cock to jut from my body. Getting to my knees I felt those powerful hands still on my shoulders guide me down, turning, pushing. My face found its place on the floor. The kind man lifted me a moment and slid my shorts under my cheek and placed me back to my rightful place. Face on the floor, ass in the air, I never felt so normal as his thick shriveled cock grew before me like those pills you put in a bath to form the shape of dinosaurs. This was no dinosaur, but another large reptile. He slithered his python deep into my dark opening. I cry out in pain filled pleasure. I feel something wet trickle down my taint onto my balls as he shoves my briefs in my mouth as a pseudo-gag. It does little to curtail the cries of pain and the screams of pleasure. His mighty hands roam out from my shoulder blades and down my arms before resting on my hands. His entwine mine as he lays the whole of his weight down across my back. My hips, my ass, stay in the air as my quadriceps burn under the weight of our passion. His balls hung low like an inverted metronome, yet it kept time to his barrage of fucks all the same. His breasts pressed against my back, his hands interlocked with mine, the heat of his breath against the nape of my neck, his balls bouncing into mine like those transfer of energy balls in a psychiatrist’s office, would have put me into a state of perpetual arousal if I had not shot my seed over the floor under me all the way up to my neck, some of it getting stuck to my beard.

I lay myself submissively down into my spunk. I lay prone screaming my encouragement for him to finish. I tell him I am now his. I’m his cum slut. His cum dumpster. The receptacle of his seed. He may take me at any time in any place. I am his. He continues to take me in the entry way. My sphincter feels as though I have shoved amber after amber from a campfire up there simply to cool them off. I need to cool this amber. I need his cum. I whine to him. I tell him I need his cum. Not only am I a receptacle, I am a receptacle that needs to be filled. At that moment I realized I never wanted to feel empty again.

My erection painfully reemerges. Expanding even though it is pinned to the floor by the weight of two men. I begin gushing almost immediately upon the expansion of my penis. The cum mixing with the pool of sweat and jizz that I am laying in as the titted and sweaty man continues to fill me to completion. My anus feels numb and I want nothing more than to die in this euphoria. I can barely breath and can no longer express my delight and approval. He bites down hard on my neck. The place I store my tension. He doesn’t draw blood but it feels like he would if he bit down any harder. As his strong jaws hold me in my place sperm floods my cock chasm. I have just enough strength to moan my gratitude at this masterful lover.

“Don’t get too comfortable there,” came a husky voice.

‘How can he talk while he is biting my neck,’ I wondered. The pressure on my neck lifted. Barely able to turn my head I see a tall muscled man rubbing his erection.

‘How could he be there when he is on top of me,’ I questioned in my head. A feeling of something being removed from my ass was felt. I was empty. I felt so alone as a weight was lifted from my being.

The husky voice was heard again, “Don’t fall asleep yet. I’m Alan, the one you e-mailed. What you’ve walked into is a Craigslist two for one special. Let’s get you and this hallway cleaned up.”

I felt something moist stick to my back and a hand playfully smack the cheeks of my ass. I struggle to raise myself as two angels take my hands and drape my arms around their necks. They support me around my back and drag me further into the depths of this heaven. I may never leave. My eyes close.



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.

Veronica mulled something about in her mind that she just couldn’t quit thinking about. She bit the tip of her pencil and chewed on the lead tip every now and again while she leaned back in her chair. Her eyes stared aimlessly at the ceiling while her mind fit thoughts and ideas together in her head.

When had Tom been cursed? And by what?

None of the records here revealed those two things. He was cursed at some point, that was for sure. But who or what had done it eluded even the great political machine that ran the Special Divisions of the Department of Homeland Security and Internal Affairs, one of which Tom still worked for.

Everyone here had their records fleshed out since the day they’d arrived. Everyone down to Veronica and Werin, the other demon who worked with the Department, had their lives prior to joining the Department investigated and recorded. Veronica hadn’t been happy to learn that somebody here knew full well everything she’d done since birth, but she couldn’t do a thing about it.

These people always got what they wanted.

But for Tom, his file was slim compared to even the newbies here. His life beyond the age of fourteen was almost a total mystery. His birth records hadn’t ever been found, despite inquiries to just about every hospital within seven hundred miles of the place he’d been found, and more. His birthparents hadn’t been found, though what was left of his foster parents had been, right where Tom had been picked up for the first time.

It was like he’d been born in the institution at fourteen and been raised by the Department into what he was now. It was a little sad to see the empty shell of a happy child shuffle in and out of the detainment center with a manilla folder in hand, coming or going.

Only a little though.

Veronica had seen sob stories worse than this one. She’d barely been touched by the hardships and misfortunes of those far more troubled than Tom. But then again, he was a different case. She hadn’t seen anyone but Tom crying on a stony beach, broken and dying.

She shrugged and tossed her pencil behind her in boredom, spinning her chair toward the door. She stood up and reached for the knob, but somebody pulled it open from the other side and stopped Veronica where she was.

“Oh, just the demon I was hoping to see,” three oh one thirty, lesser known as Ceria, purred as she flipped lazily from page to page in a manilla folder. Veronica breathed calmly and slowly as she backed toward the opposite wall and put her chair in front of her.

“Can I offer you a seat?” she said, gesturing toward the chair. What in the Hell was she doing here?

Ceria smiled. “Thank you.” She made herself comfortable in Veronica’s chair and closed the door with her foot. She flipped the lock with the tip of her shoe and then turned around to face Veronica.

There was a tense moment where Veronica’s fear was palpable, and using this, Ceria spoke with measured calmness and a cheerful demeanor.

“I’d like to request a guest for a festival that is going to take place in my estate soon. Several guests actually. As a token of friendship between Hell and the United States of America, I’ve extended six invitations to this festival toward your organization.”

“And the Director sent you to me to create a list of the guests?” Veronica offered, completely lost and a little afraid of the demon sitting before her. This was three oh one thirty. She didn’t come to offer peace to the Department. She didn’t come in friendship. She didn’t ever come for anything but her own desired to be fucked until she was satisfied.

And she did not ‘request’ anything; she demanded it.

“Well, not exactly,” Ceria replied, slipping a few pages out of the folder and handing them to Veronica. “I’ve been searching through your records to find out which of your number I want, and it comes as a very interesting fact that the one I want most is not permitted to be assigned to Hell.”

“And these are his records?” inquired Veronica, looking at a page with ‘Thomaz Lanzig’ typed neatly across the center.

“Yes. And I would like them changed to reflect my desires,” the sly demon replied, giving Veronica a very serious look.

The agent hesitated as she looked at the capital ‘H’ on the third page with Y/N printed next to it and the ‘N’ circled with a dark, heavy red pen stroke.

“I don’t know if I can change this. There are off-site backups of all these records, virtual data, encrypted. Even if someone manages to be fooled by a change here, some bookie in D.C. Is going to notice that somebody ended up where they shouldn’t. And then-”

“Let me put this in a less forgiving way,” Ceria said, cutting Veronica’s words off completely. “Thomas Lanzig will be on the list of guests allowed into Hell for the festival at my estate. Thomas Lanzig will be the first name on that list. And Thomas Lanzig will be in Hell within the year. Or as you here would say, there will be Hell to pay. And I will demand a huge sum for failure.”

Veronica had to force herself to breathe. “As you wish,” she said in a shallow, hollow voice.

A smile crept across Ceria’s lips.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, I’ll leave this here with you, and I’ll go to your Director about what needs to be done to prepare the six chosen to entertain at the festival.” Ceria stood to leave, but Veronica held her at the door, putting her hand on the knob as Ceria reached for it.

She had to force herself to breathe again. “I don’t know what you want with Tom, but I’ll let you know up front that if you kill him-”

Ceria put her hand gently on Veronica’s cheek and gave her a soft, threatening smile.

“The manner of fun I choose to have with that boy is none of your concern. That is strictly between me and that curse of his.”

With that, Ceria removed Veronica’s hand from the door and strode down the hallway seemingly without a care in the world. Veronica could only watch her and think how impossibly difficult it was going to be to get Tom’s files and backups changed in the amount of time she had. She looked down at her trembling hand.

Christ, she needed more coffee.


Meanwhile, Tom was busy having his back gawked at by the other guys in the locker room at school. He had only realized that he was covered with dark indigo hickeys and dozens of lacerations from Tyrin’s nails after he had decided to go to school today despite his mental and physical fatigue. Luckily, his wounds from his near-fatal adventure in Scotland were nearly healed completely.

However, it was fairly obvious that the ones from last night hadn’t healed, and the general assumption was that he’d been having rough, wild sex last night until the early hours of the morning. Tom tried to dissuade his classmates from taking things too far, but of course they were exactly right.

“Dude, you seriously have like twenty hickeys all over you. What the hell did you do last night?” Alan said, putting on his gym shirt.

Tom shrugged. “You know, and don’t try to blow this out of proportion. I had sex with this girl last night, and she got really physical from the start.” Well, that was mostly the truth.

“Wait, does she go here? Was it Amy Silvert?” Alan pushed. Several eyes turned toward Tom then.

“No,” Tom almost shouted. “No, hell no. Amy is easier than a Thai hooker. Nastier too. No, you know…it was just some girl I met out and about. We hooked up. That’s pretty much it.”

“Nobody gets fucked up like you did from just hooking up. What was she, a goddamn jungle cat covered in razor blades?”

“Nah, probably just a cougar, trollin’ around for a young stag to pounce on, right Tom?” Victor said, laughing.

“Yeah, sure,” Tom replied as they left the locker room. “She’s older.”

“How old are we talkin’ here? Thirties?” Alan asked.

“I dunno, I never asked. She wasn’t old, no crow’s feet or wrinkles,” answered the agent, remembering Tyrin’s vibrant eyes staring at him with forgotten passion and longing. He was silent for a little while before Victor clapped a hand on his back.

“Hey, still with us?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m still here. Last night tired me out so bad I can hardly function. I feel like a zombie,” Tom said, yawning loudly. Though he tried not to show it, his back hurt like hell from Victor’s friendly slap.

“So you still haven’t told us what she looked like,” Devan noted.

“Yeah, great rack, thighs, what?” Alan said.

Tom thought for a moment. “If I said there’s not one person on this earth with a better set of thighs and hips, would you believe me?”

“Alexis Texas good?” Alan questioned.

Tom scoffed. “She’s better, way better. Like if Alexis Texas wasn’t just all ass.”

“Well, looks like somebody took his time getting to bed last night,” Coach Ward commented, having overheard pretty much the whole conversation from the locker room door to the gym. “Let’s keep the small talk PG, alright boys?”

“Yes sir,” the students chimed in relative unison. Coach Ward walked ahead of them and blew his whistle for the students to get into their places for roll call.

“No but seriously, better?” Alan asked.

“Way better.”

“Not fucking fair.”


Fifth period, ten minutes away from getting out of school and into his car to drive to McDonald’s. Tom rapped his fingertips on his desk repeatedly, having finished the notes and worksheet Mr. Brommor had tasked the class with. He and his teacher weren’t on even glancing terms right now, and Tom was perfectly fine with that.

Something landed on Tom’s desk and slid into his lap as he pondered what to get to eat. He looked at it, thinking it was going to be a pen or something someone had thrown. Instead, what he found was a neat little triangle of paper with a question mark in dark pencil written on the back. He looked around and saw a girl looking at him from across the room.

Cynthia, one of the hottest girls in school, actually.

Tom shrugged and unfolded the piece of paper until he could read what had been concealed on the inside. What Tom read genuinely surprised him to a large degree. ‘How much do you want me?’

Tom flipped the paper over and scribbled ‘describe want’ on it. Lacking the skill to do what she did, he just crumpled the paper up and tossed it back to her. She read it, pulled out a bright pink pen, and scribbled an answer. She tossed it back to him and he read her response.

‘Sex want’ was all it said. Tom thought on it for a moment, and then wrote ’5/10, I dunno. I get enough sex already’ He sent it back, and it didn’t look like she was very happy with his reply. She wrote something and then threw it back.

’5? Are you fucking kidding me? Prick. My house, Thursday after school.’ Tom tried to figure out what the last part meant, considering that she’d just called him a prick. Did she really want him to fuck her? One look at her told him no, and one look at the paper said yes. He rolled his eyes and stuffed the paper into his pocket. He’d just ask her after class.

The bell rang a little while later and Tom caught up to her half way through the parking lot. She didn’t look at all happy, not that he cared much anyway. It wasn’t like she was going to start a rumor that he was lame in the sack if she was pissed.

“What did you mean by your house on Thursday?” Tom asked.

Cynthia arched a plucked, thin brow and smirked. “I want you to be at my house after school on Thursday.” She leaned in close to his ear. “Nobody gives me a fucking five out of ten. Especially an awkward little faggot like you.”

Tom chuckled a little. “Forget everything I just said. Forget the five, you’re a two. I absolutely cannot stand a girl with a condescending attitude. If you want to have sex that badly, come to my house on Friday.”

“You’re saying no?” Cynthia shouted, incredulous.

“No, I’m saying I need you to ask me for sex. That’s how everyone else does it.” Tom turned around and started walking back to his car.

“And if I say you raped me?” the cheerleader asked slyly.

The agent shrugged. “I have a gun in my glove box. I can prevent that situation in a heartbeat.”

“You just threatened me! Do you know how much trouble I can get you in?”

Tom look a long, contemplative look at the sky, and then shook his head slowly. “My house on Friday. Come in through the back door. It’ll be unlocked.”


Tom was eating cereal watching TV when his back door shook with loud thuds on Friday afternoon. At first, he thought it was a really poor attempt at breaking in, but when he saw Cynthia about to blow a gasket, a wide grin crept over his face. He stood up and walked to the back door.

“Let me the fuck in you prick!” Cynthia shouted.

“D’you bring a condom? I don’t usually use one, and I’m sure as hell not risking-”

She had a box of them slapped against the door pane before he could finish. Apparently, she was expecting him to be a quick-shot or something. That, or she thought she was staying the night.

Tom unlocked the door and opened it just enough to let her inside. Cynthia, almost red in the face with frustration, suddenly ducked back out the door and yelled at someone else.

“Hurry up!” She pushed past Tom as he peered out the door to see who she’d brought with her. He recognized Amanda, one of Cynthia’s cheerleading buddies. With a sigh, he waved her in and she winked at him as she passed.

Tom looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone else that he’d have to put up with and then closed the door, locking it. He turned around to find that Cynthia and Amanda were already rummaging through his refrigerator and Amanda had one of the last two pitchers of Hera’s breast milk in her hands.

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you. That’s for work, and you’re not gonna like what it does to you,” he warned, taking another bite of his Cocoa Puffs.

Amanda looked intrigued. “Oh? What’s it gonna do?” she asked curiously, dipping her finger into the pitcher.

“Make you puke for two days and spend a night in the hospital,” he replied, causing Amanda to shove the pitcher back into the fridge and opt for a coke instead. Meanwhile, Cynthia was taking no time to heat up all the spaghetti he’d cooked two nights ago. Between the two of them, it looked like he was the guest and this was their house.

Tom sat down on one of the bar stools at the island in the kitchen and finished his cereal off. Amanda looked all around his living room and kitchen from where she stood at the island while Cynthia was busy looking through every drawer for a fork.

“Hey, where’s the silverware?”

Tom pointed to the drawer next to her. “There.”

“So…” Amanda began. “This is a big house. Are your parents out or something?”

Tom shrugged. “They don’t live here.”

“Wait, you live here by yourself? Alone?” she asked, incredulous.

“Yep,” he replied as Cynthia pulled another stool up to the island and started eating.

Amanda’s eyes glittered. “Oh my God you’re so lucky! I would kill to not have my parents freaking out about every little thing that went on in my life! So you don’t have any rules at all? You can do anything you want?”

“I can have you two over to fuck, can’t I?” he answered, taking his empty bowl to the sink.

“It’s a privilege that we even came over to your house,” Cynthia snorted.

Tom rolled his eyes. “I can always say no and go pick someone up at a club tonight. It’s honestly not that hard.”

“How many girls do you honestly think would come here and screw you without getting paid for it?” the cheerleader asked rhetorically.

“Well, I’ve got like six numbers, an address, and two coupons to Bonefish Grill from one week of clubbing. Wanna see?”

“Whatever.” She looked around for a moment and then stuck her fork into her spaghetti. “What do you do? I mean, is this your parents’ old house or something?”

“No, I have a job with really good benefits.” He moved into the living room and grabbed the remote. He turned the TV off and then returned to the kitchen.

“What kind of job pays for a house like this and not your shitty car?”

Tom sighed. “Look, as much as I’d love to make small talk for an hour, I have stuff to do today. Can we just get on with this? Where do you want to have sex?”

Cynthia looked like she’d been caught off guard, and she gave Amanda and sideward glance. They exchanged a confused look and the latter shrugged after a couple seconds of hushed whispering and debate. Cynthia eventually shrugged like her friend and shook her head.

“I didn’t think you’d be asking me. Anywhere’s fine.”

“Well, choose quick. I already turned off Starsky and Hutch for this. Any more and I’m gonna turn the TV back on.”

“Fine. Your room,” Cynthia said without hesitation. She looked more than a little annoyed.

“Well, let’s get up there and do this then,” said Tom as he stripped his shirt off and tossed it onto the couch in the living room. Cynthia and Amanda followed him up to his room and gave each other looks as they went up the stairs and down the hallway to his room.

“Alright, well, I guess you wanna do it on the bed, right?” Tom took his pants and boxers off in one motion and tossed them into the dirty laundry bin. He realized that neither of the girls had undressed yet.

“Hello? You did come here to have sex, right? I’m not just getting played for a fool here am I?” he asked, waving his hand in front of Cynthia’s face. The cheerleader let out a sigh in mild contempt and stripped her shirt off.

“I didn’t think you’d like take off all your clothes this quick. Is there even gonna be foreplay, or do you expect me to just like put out for nothing?”

“Hey, you said you wanted to have sex, not me to romance you,” Tom shot back testily. “I already don’t like you. I’m only doing this because it weighs more in my favor to do it than to not.”

“Go fuck yourself Tom,” Cynthia retorted, throwing her shirt at him. She undressed and Tom extended his arm toward the bed.

“I guess…however you want me to do it. What position do you want?” This was extremely odd for Tom. He’d never had to be this forward about it. Normally, things just fell into place how they did and things got done.

“I like it from behind,” Cynthia replied with an impish grin. She hopped on the bed and Tom looked at Amanda.

“Did you bring the condoms? Or are they still downstairs?”

Amanda grabbed the box from the dresser next to her and tore one of the condoms off the ribbon of them. She tossed it to him. “Have fun.”

Tom shrugged. “I guess that means you’re not here for me?”

“No, I’m just here because Cynthia asked me to be.” She gave Tom one of those looks that said she honestly wanted to be somewhere else. He didn’t blame her, so when she left, he didn’t say anything about it.

He found Cynthia on all fours, wagging her ass back and forth at him, waiting. This was almost too unbelievable for him to wrap his head around. One of the most annoying, conceited, rude people he’d ever met was on his bed, waiting for him to fuck her. And he was honestly about to fuck her.

He pushed the thought out of his head and put on the condom Amanda had given him. He moved behind Cynthia and put the tip of his cock against her sex.

“Ready?” he asked, noticing that she was actually really short compared to him. She looked fragile compared to the other women he’d had sex with. Actually, comparatively, she was just a girl, eighteen, and far less developed than all the others.

“Just hurry up and stick it in me,” she said. Tom grabbed her hips and pushed into her down to the base without any second thoughts. Cynthia let out a load yelp in surprise and pain, looking back at Tom angrily.

“What?” he said.

“Asshole,” she growled, starting to rock against him. Tom loosened his grip on her and started falling into rhythm with her body. He didn’t really feel anything in this, especially not with a condom on. It was like eating your favorite food without it touching your tongue. Sure, you knew it was good, but you still lost the only part you cared about.

Cynthia starting breathing slower and deeper as they progressed, and Tom remained as disconnected and bored from this as he had imagined he would be. Cynthia looked back at him and stopped completely when she saw his expression.

“What now?” Tom asked.

“Take the condom off. Just pull out,” she said, disconnecting from him. She flipped over onto her back and spread her legs out for him. He pulled the condom off and remounted her, pushing into her wet core easily. She moaned and bit her bottom lip, grabbing the sheets with balled fists as Tom began to roll his hips against hers.

She responded with a slow rhythm, arching herself against him as he penetrated her body. In Tom’s opinion, she wasn’t really bad at all, she was just decent. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy it, because she did feel good and she was doing it right. She just didn’t have that glimmer of passion that he was used to.

Even so, he was propped up on his arms with his hands on the sheets, feeling Cynthia’s breath on his neck. Her hands rose to his back and she hugged him to her smaller frame, her breathing starting to intensify as he bucked against her with quickening speed.

It was like he was just going through the motions. He slid in and out of her body, his cockhead tingling with the familiar feeling of a woman around it. Cynthia knew what she was doing, rolling against him in rhythm, matching her breathing with his.

She wrapped her legs around his thighs and slid her hands down to his butt, squeezing him hard as she tensed her entire body for a moment. Tom slowed, but she shook her head and him and pulled him to get him to continue.

“I’m close,” she breathed into his ear, causing his skin to rise all over. She was really turned on.

“Seriously?” he whispered back. “It’s only been like ten minutes.”

“Yeah,” replied the cheerleader, pulling him closer as she gasped and her breath caught in her throat. Tom ground their sexes together and put an extra thrust into his motion, pulling back again as she clamped her mouth down on his ear, moaning in pleasure. He pushed into her again and she took a sharp intake of breath. Her arms moved to his shoulders and she forced herself against him with trembling limbs.

Tom waited for her to collect herself and she eventually relaxed a little, lying back on the bed without hugging Tom for dear life. She looked like she was confused, just sitting there with her face innocent and thoughtless.

Tom slowed his breathing and made an effort to keep himself from picking back up from where they left off. It was an extremely rare occasion that his partner came first, and an even rarer one that he got to do it in his own bed. It felt almost a little weird seeing as he hadn’t screwed in a bed more than a handful of times.

“That was great,” she managed to get out, drawing Tom out of his thoughts.

“I usually only get ‘good’,” Tom replied, grinning a little.

“Want more?” Cynthia asked, grinding her sex against his.

“Wait, what? Really? You’re not tired?” Tom said, almost in disbelief.

Cynthia shook her head. “I feel sorry for the girls that can’t do it like me.” She roped her arms around his neck and Tom let his disbelief roll away as he started to push and part their bodies again. Cynthia groaned deep in her chest and Tom leaned down to her neck, giving it a little kiss. She wasn’t bad, all things considered, save for her attitude. Lean, tanned, and busty, though the latter two he thought might be fake. Nobody had perky tits like hers without plastic being involved.

Still, she was hot, and he couldn’t deny that she was better in bed than most normal girls. He kissed his way up her neck to her ear, giving her earlobe a quick little nibble. She gasped and jerked up against him, goosebumps rising all across the right side of her body.

“So why’d you bring your friend here?” Tom asked as he put a hand against the sheets to prop himself up and off her.

“She rides home with me,” Cynthia said, moaning as she wrapped her legs around his lower back and arched her back firmly. Tom nodded and adjusted his thrusts into her as they picked up the pace again. It was a little different now that she’d cum. He had never continued after having a woman climax. He’d never been able to.

She felt different somehow, like there was a different motion inside of her when their hips met and parted. He ignored it and kept on pushing into her as deep as he could, relishing the look on her face. Oh, the dumb faces people make during sex. She was still riding her orgasm down just a little, that much was obvious.

She was also a great deal calmer with her jerking hips, not completely, but her thrusts were less wild and the wet slaps their bodies made were at a constant, fast rhythm compared to the racing uneven one before. Cynthia’s breath was hot against his chest, the top of her head against the dip in his throat as she hugged him. She was starting to sweat, while Tom was barely even working his heart rate up.

Was this really happening?

Had he been conditioned for a different grade of sex by work? Cynthia’s clenched thighs and the high squeals coming up her throat told him that he had been. He continued to bring himself down and against her rhythmically, sliding his right hand up and down her body smoothly. Her skin was slick with tiny droplets of sweat and he could feel her tiring out.

“You still good to go?” he asked as they slowed to a stop.

“Keep going,” she replied, panting. Tom shrugged and jerked her hard, receiving a gasp and a moan in pleasure. Her slowed their pace down and thrust hard a deep, allowing her a little reprieve from action. Still, she breathed heavily and by the time her third orgasm rolled around, she was trembling from her toes to her fingertips.

At that point, Tom sat up and took her hands away from his back, holding her slim, fragile-looking body upright as she heaved air in and out of her lungs. She looked like she was about to keel over and faint if she did anything but sit there and stare at him tiredly.

“You’re not alright,” Tom said as he lifted her off his throbbing cock and laid her down flat on the bed. “Stay here, I’m getting you something to cool yourself down with.”

“Hold on,” she said, trying to sit up. She trembled at the effort of it and groaned. Tom was already leaving though, and didn’t pay any attention to her as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He got a Ziploc bag and filled it with ice. As he turned around to go back upstairs, he found Amanda searching through the drawers in his living room.

“Uh…what are you doing?” he asked, walking over to her as she jumped from being caught totally off guard.

“Holy shit you scared me,” she said, letting out a short, scared breath.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked again, this time with more force.

“I’m…looking for uh… TV guide. I don’t know what channel American Idol is on,” she replied.

Tom frowned. “The TV isn’t even on. What are you really doing?”

Amanda hesitated and searched for something to say, but Tom wasn’t ready to buy anything she was about to say.


“Okay, maybe you don’t understand what lying here means. If you’re trying to steal something, you’re gonna get in huge trouble. I work for some very powerful people, and stealing from me is like stealing from them. You do not want to do that. So tell me what you’re doing or I’m calling the cops.”

“Okay,” Amanda said, her pupils dilating as her blood pressure shot through the roof in fear. “Cynthia wanted to get blackmail on you. I swear it was her. I just needed a ride home and she wouldn’t take me if I didn’t do this.”

Tom sighed. “Did you find anything? And I’ll be checking later if you’re lying or not.”

“I found that,” she said, pointing to Tom’s wallet on the kitchen table.

“Anything else?”

“No,” she said meekly.

Tom bit his bottom lip and motioned for Amanda to get up. “Go upstairs and put this on Cynthia’s forehead.” He handed the bag of ice and the girl went upstairs. Tom got his wallet and looked through it. Everything was still in it, but his work ID had clearly been looked at. He sighed and after a minute of deliberation with himself, decided that it was safe enough to let her go without having anyone from work know what had happened.

He didn’t want her to get into any unnecessary trouble because Cynthia was a conniving bitch.

Upstairs, Amanda was telling Cynthia what had happened and the latter just sat there with the cool bag on her forehead, eyes closed and breathing heavily and deeply.

“When you can get up, get out of my house. I don’t appreciate people being nosy, especially when they can’t even get me off,” said Tom scathingly, putting on his boxers, flipping the elastic waistband over his hard arousal.

“Go to hell,” Cynthia returned, giving Tom a short glare. He just shook his head and leaned against the wall behind him.


Veronica’s deft fingers played the keys of her keyboard like a lifetime programmer’s. Her eyes followed every new line of text, checking for errors and typos, unblinking and focused. She didn’t move, save for the steady rhythm and gentle clicking of her fingers running smoothly across the keys. Text spilled forth onto the document, nearly three hundred words a minute.

She’d started yesterday and been working for hours at a time with breaks between sessions to save, copy, or upload something. Her wrists had started complaining after about six hours. Since then, she’d switched to her Dvorak keyboard and was zipping through document after document, coding and encoding and translating hundreds of lines of text.

So far, her virus was only about seventy percent complete, but it was getting there. It took forever, but coding past the antivirus software Pentagon’s paid genius Mark had created was only a challenging process at best. Why they needed antivirus for a private, closed server was beyond her.

Veronica had been working at coding since the Twenties, when bank accounts had become fraud targets. She’d foreseen technological advances encoding bank vaults and account information, but the reality of human ingenuity had overtaken her foresight by leaps and bounds.

Still, her hobby was very useful and her nearly ninety years of experience were paying off nicely. Mark was a genius at coding and programming, but he only had about fourteen algorithms that didn’t blend together in a pattern at some point. So, Veronica had been able to figure out his patterns and was busying herself on deconstructing all his efforts to keep intruders out of the system.

She had three weeks to get her virus up and running and install another virus and a worm on Mark’s tower to slow down the detection rates the genius was known for. And even with all this, she knew she was going to have to physically distract him from his work to get this to succeed. Her fingers stopped as a chill ran up her spine.

Mark was absolutely the last person she wanted to have sex with, even if it was for a distraction. Gods, he was a self-righteous prick by all means. Condescending, narcissistic as a succubus in a frat house, and a playboy wannabe. From what was said about it, besides what he said, the guy was terrible in bed.

Veronica’s fingers resumed their work and-

The demon nearly jumped out of her skin as the doorbell rang. It took her a moment to realize that she was no longer in her chair staring at a computer screen, but on the floor staring at the ceiling instead. She blinked in confusion and then sat up, finding herself still sitting in her overturned office chair. Her keyboard dangled from the desk in front of her, swinging back and forth.

She erased the mistakes and saved the document as the doorbell rang again, accompanied by three knocks. She righted the chair and stood up, brushing pretzel crumbs off her tank top. She made her way to the front door and peered through the peephole.

Tom stood on her doorstep, his car parked on the street in front of her house. He was covered in a dark glaze of water, and it was only then that Veronica realized that it was raining hard outside. Tom stood in the rain and waited patiently, raising his hand to knock again.

Veronica unlocked the door and threw it open.

“What do you want?” she asked gruffly.

“I need your advice. I’ll be out of your hair in a second,” he said, looking back at his car.

Veronica groaned. “Hold on, stay here for a second.” She went back into the computer room and saved the file again, closing out of everything on her computer and then shutting it down and unplugging it. She took the power cord out of the computer and tossed it into the corner across the room. No way she was getting caught making a virus, even if the chances of Tom looking around her stuff was zero.

She went back to the front door where Tom was still waiting, his clothes soaked all the way through and his short hair gleaming with water. Veronica motioned for him to come inside and he stepped into the foyer, taking off his rain-soaked jacket.

“I uh…where should I put this? You have any towels?” the boy asked.

“Hold on,” Veronica said, getting a towel from the laundry room. When she returned, she found Tom trying to wipe some of the water off his arms with his hands. He wrapped his jacket up in the towel and they both went into the small kitchen Veronica had neglected to clean since God-knows-when.

They sat down and the demon gave herself a once-over. She looked like shit to be honest. Her chestnut brown hair was matted and filthy. Her tank top was dirty and still covered in crumbs. Her underwear sure as hell couldn’t have been clean either because she couldn’t remember changing it in the past three days.

But, after a second of kicking herself in the head mentally for completely ignoring her personal hygiene, she looked back up at Tom and motioned for him to start talking.

“Okay, so there’s a girl that likes me, that I don’t like, and she won’t stop bothering me. How do I get her to stop?” he asked, completely straight-faced.

Veronica was almost in disbelief.

“So you drove all thirty minutes out here, waited in the rain, and sat me down…to get advice on how to get a girl to stop bothering you? Knowing full well that I don’t know a damn about human girls?”

Tom shrugged. “Who else am I gonna ask? Greg and Harvey were no help. Everyone else at school thinks its funny, except for this girl’s boyfriend, who’s already made death threats to me.” He still looked completely serious.

“What do you want me to say? You could kill her, but I don’t think you want to do that…do you?” Veronica suggested.

Tom gave her a sour look. “If you want to make jokes, then I’ll just leave. Thanks for nothing.” He scooted his chair back from the table and stood up.

“No, hold on,” Veronica interjected. “Okay, tell me what she’s doing.”

Tom sat back down and sighed. “Fucking everything. She takes every chance at school and everywhere else to talk to me, or try to. I can’t tell her to shut up or leave me alone enough times for her to get it. I mean, we only had sex one time and it wasn’t even really that good, and now she’s absolutely in l-”

“You had sex with her?” asked the demon, genuinely curious and surprised.

“I didn’t think she would agree!” Tom explained in his own defense. “She’s a typical bimbo blonde cheerleader who can’t rub two brain cells together! I made the offer to piss her off and when she came over, what the hell was I supposed to do? Oh, no, I’m not man enough to do this, so you can go home and post all over Facebook about it. I’m already not so liked at school by my teachers. I don’t need everyone on my back.”

“So you need to make her stop?”

“Yes,” Tom replied, looking frustrated, but hopeful.

Veronica thought it over for a moment, and then came up with something. “If she wants you for the sex, then give her bad sex. That should get her to stop.”

Tom gave her a flat look. “I am not having sex with her again. Period. And like I said, it wasn’t even that good the first time. But she thought it was the most amazing thing on the planet. It’s fucking stupid.”

“Well then try asking the proper authorities to make her stay away from you.”

Tom threw his hands up. “The school won’t do anything!” he shouted. “Nobody will. It’s fucking gay!”

To the demon, his problem seemed a little trivial, but who was she to judge? She only had to write a virus and get it to block a whole system’s worth of security and tracking bugs for more than six minutes. And somehow get Mark to stay away from his servers for more than ten seconds at a time. Yeah, just a little bit trivial.

She sighed. “Calm down for a minute and keep thinking.” Tom’s stomach growled unceremoniously and Veronica shook her head. “I’ll find us something to eat.”

She rummaged through her kitchen and decided on some clam chowder and chicken noodle soup for their simplicity and ease in cooking. Once they had their food, they talked on and off about Tom’s predicament and some other things going on at work, mostly about Allen from Division Thirteen acting a little strange lately.

About forty minutes passed and Tom decided it was time to go. He put his jacket back on and ran back through the rain to get into his car. Veronica went back into the kitchen and started to actually unload her dish washer so she could load something into it, when the doorbell rang again. Her brow furrowed. Tom hadn’t left anything, so was this him or someone else?

A look through the peephole revealed Tom again. She opened the door and he rolled his eyes.

“My car won’t start. Just my luck, huh?”

“So what? You wanna stay here?” Veronica asked.

“I need a jump and I’ll be good. I have cables.”

Veronica took a step out of her doorway and looked up at the hard rain pouring out of the dark grey clouds hanging in the sky above. She gave Tom a look like she was hoping he was kidding.

“I’m not getting anywhere near a battery while it’s raining. Electrocution is lethal to demons too.”

“Fuck, then can you give me a ride home? I…damn it we have a meeting tomorrow, don’t we?”


“Well, shit. Can I use your phone? I need to find a ride tomorrow morning.” Tom looked absolutely pathetic right now, soaking wet, unhappy, frustrated. It was enough to make Veronica take a little pity on him now. Poor boy.

“Just stay here tonight and I’ll give your car a jump tomorrow morning. You can sleep on the couch.” Veronica gauged his reaction somewhere between disbelief and wonder. She let herself crack as grin as he breathed a huge sigh in relief.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Get in and unload my dishwasher. You don’t stay for free,” the demon said. Tom nodded and went straight into the kitchen. When he started unloading the dishwasher and looking around for the right places to put everything, Veronica could only wonder what his house looked like. Judging by him now, his place must have been spotless. She looked around her living room and rolled her eyes. Cleanliness was overrated, but having a maid was nice every once in a while.

After he unloaded the dishwasher and loaded it up, she found him some clothes that would fit him, well, sort of fit him. The only piece of clothing she had that would fit him was a nightshirt. So, she gave him a towel to dry off with and put all his clothes in the dryer. He shivered in the nightshirt and wrapped himself up in a blanket on the couch.

“Go take a shower,” Veronica ordered, pushing Tom to get him moving. “Go, you can use the master bath. It’s got a bath and a shower, so take your pick. Your clothes’ll be dry when you get out.”

Tom nodded and went into the bathroom to shower.

As soon as the water turned on though, Veronica’s mind went straight to one thing. She hadn’t had sex in over a month, and Tom was undressing to get into the shower at this very moment.

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.

The day before Isabella was due to return home, Richard decided to take a day off and enjoy his last free day with Millie and the babies. He decided to take Millie and the babies on a picnic to a nearby nature reserve that he liked very much.

Packing a picnic basket, they drove off to the nature reserve. They parked the car and took the babies and the picnic basket, on a little hike till they reached a secluded spot facing a lovely lake in the midst of the woods. They spread the picnic blanket and let the babies crawl on top of the blanket. They sat down on either sides of the blanket, watching over the babies, and chatting happily to each other and to the babies.

“It’s a beautiful day to swim,” said Millie looking over at the lake wistfully.

“I recommend you swim,” encouraged Richard, “I will watch over the babies, while you take a dip.”

Millie hesitated but it had been such a long time since she had gone swimming and being in the woods by a beautiful lake tempted her so much.She looked over at Richard to see if he was ok with it.

Richard smiled and said, “Go on. You know you want to swim.”

Millie smiled back and got up and removed her dress. She was about to go swimming in her bra and panty, when Richard said, “Don’t you think it is more practical for you to remove your undergarments too, so that you will have dry clothes when you get out of the water?”

Millie looked at him. “What if anyone was to pass by and they saw me in the nude?” she hesitated.

Richard laughed, “Well, they would think they had walked into one of their fantasy dreams of a beautiful, naked woman emerging from the waters. There is hardly anyone out here. Don’t worry.”

Millie shook her head smiling and then removed her bra and slightly bent forward to remove her panty. Richard’s throat went dry and he felt his cock hardening as he saw the perfect rounded mounds of her breasts hanging down, as he bent forward. They looked delicious and ready for the plucking, especially the firm nubs of her nipples pointing downward.

Millie walked to the edge of the lake and tested the temperature of the water with one foot. Then, she slowly walked into the waters. Richard looked at her rounded ass cheeks and felt his cock rising. Millie started to swim about and she called out to him, “You should do this too. I will come out soon so that you can take a dip too.”

Richard shouted back, “No. You take your time. You deserve this. I am happy watching you and fantasizing about what I would like to do with you, when you come out of the water.”

Millie laughed, “Ok. Go ahead and fantasize. I can see that someone is already up and hard. Let me see if I guess your fantasy, when I do come out.”

She enjoyed swimming around, occasionally looking over to see how Richard and the babies were doing. Feeling a desire to make out with Richard out here in the open woods, she came out of the waters. With water dripping from her body, she walked towards him slowly but determinedly.

Richard seeing her rise from the waters, water drops dripping from her beautiful, curvaceous body found his cock getting wet with pre-cum. As Millie walked closer to him, he opened his mouth slightly in anticipation.

“Darling, let me indulge,” whispered Millie and she knelt by him, naked and dripping with water and undid his pants. Releasing his hard cock, she bent down and started licking his pre-cum before sucking on it. Richard’s fingers moved through her hair, caressing as she sucked him. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with the juices that were collecting.

When she felt that he was about to come, she paused and whispered softly, “Not yet, darling.”

Millie removed his pants completely and unbuttoned his shirt. She leaned over and kissed him and pushed him to the ground, still passionately kissing him. Then, she straddled him and started riding him. Richard looked at her, riding him, her breasts bouncing, a few drops of milk sprayed over him and her hair lighted by the sun’s rays falling over her. He thought this would be how Freya, the goddess of lust and fertility would look like. His hands reached over to feel her tits and he squeezed them hard as he came, shooting his cum deep into her.

She paused and then reached over and squeezed some milk from her breasts into his mouth, before she removed her pussy from his cock and moving down, squeezed more milk onto his cock wet with his and her juices.

She sucked his cock clean. Looking at him, she asked, “Did I fulfill your fantasy?”

“Oh, yes, you have!” Richard responded enthusiastically.

Millie smiled and lay down in the grass, beside him, and closed her eyes. Richard putting his arm around her, whispered, “I love you.”

Millie whispered back, “I love you, too.”

Millie dozed off as Richard watched her sleep. She stirred, when the whimper of a baby reached her ears. Richard said, “Shh… just sleep. I will take care of this.”

Millie smiled and kept her eyes closed. She could hear Richard picking up Carrie and trying to comfort her. She could hear him open the baby food container and encouraging Carrie to eat the mushy food. Millie opened her eyes and watched him, gently persuading Carrie to eat the mush. Millie sat up and leaned over Richard’s shoulder and made funny noises to induce Carrie to eat the food that Richard was feeding her. Richard kissed Millie on her forehead and continued to feed Carrie. Both Carrie and Graham had been introduced to other food, besides her milk, during the past few weeks.

As Graham started whimpering, Millie picked him up and Richard tried to encourage both to eat. The four were happy, enjoying each other’s company and the beautiful lake.

After finishing feeding and cleaning them, Richard went for a dip in the lake and Millie played with the kids, while slowly putting out the summer salad, fresh cut fruits for their picnic meal. After drying himself, Richard came and joined her on the picnic blanket and they had their meal.

Millie asked Richard, as she looked at the choice of beverage in the basket “What would you like to drink, Richard?”

Richard smiled broadly and replied, “My usual favourite, darling.” He tapped on her breasts.

Millie smiled back and offered him her nipple and he sucked on it.

It was then that a couple, probably in their early twenties walked into their space. The couple had walked out towards the lake and was quite close to Richard and Millie, when they realized that there were people already there. It took them a few seconds to register that this couple was naked and that the man was contentedly sucking on the woman’s breast, while the two babies were sleeping on the blanket. Millie noticed them before Richard and she stiffened in embarrassment. Feeling the change in her body language, Richard opened his eyes and saw the young couple standing a short distance away, watching them in fascination. He waved to them cheerfully but continued his sucking.

The younger couple seemed fascinated by Millie’s breasts and the fact that Richard’s mouth was latched on and feeding on her.

The woman asked, “Excuse me. We are sorry to invade your privacy but we find it fascinating that you are feeding your husband. Are you lactating?”

Millie smiled and replied, “Yes, I am lactating.”

The woman said, “You have beautiful breasts. I have often wondered how it would be to taste breast milk.”

Her partner added, “Yes, me too. Your tits look scrumptious and I am sure your milk must be delicious too.”

Richard looked at them and then looked up at Millie. He disengaged his mouth from her nipple and asked, “Do you want to suck on my wife’s breasts and taste her milk?”

Millie looked at him surprised. He put his arm around her, comfortingly.

The couple looked at each other and at her rounded, full breasts and said, “Yes, we would love to, if your wife is ok with it.”

They looked at her, wistfully, licking their lips. Richard leaned over and whispered in Millie’s ears, “Let the poor creatures have a taste of your milk, love. It will be an experience they never forget.”

Millie looked at Richard and kissed him on the lips and then looked at the couple and said, “Sure, you can try some.”

The couple came forward eagerly and kneeled by Millie. The fingers tentatively felt her breasts and then her nipple, before they leaned forward and latched onto either of her nipples and started sucking. Richard held Millie in his arms as he looked down at the two adults sucking on her nipples. He felt an erection and he leaned over and started kissing her ear lobes and sucking on it.

Millie felt her pussy getting wet, seeing the two adult strangers sucking on her breasts and especially as she knew Richard was watching her breasts being sucked. She could see he was getting turned on and his kisses on her ear lobe conveyed his passion. She turned her face to him and kissed him on the lips and he started kissing her deeper, as his fingers moved across her naked shoulders and back. His fingers moved to her pussy and started rubbing it.

Millie started moaning and the younger couple was getting turned on by both the fact that they were sucking milk out of luscious breasts as well as the fact that the woman with the beautiful breasts was being pleasured by her husband. As Millie and Richard’s passions rose, Richard pulled Millie towards him and they started kissing each other fervently. The couple watched as the raw passion of Richard and Millie played out infront of them. The young couple was very much turned on that they started making out there on the grass.

Millie and Richard barely registered the couple. Their kissing became more passionate and soon Richard mounted Millie, pushing his cock deep into her pussy and drove it in and out of her faster, as he squeezed her breasts.

Millie could feel her pussy contracting as waves of her orgasm sent delicious sensations through her. Richard didn’t let up his shoving and he pushed harder until his load exploded within her. Panting heavily, Richard lay down upon her.

After the passionate and enjoyable sexual interlude, Richard and Millie invited the young couple to join them for lunch and they shared their picnic lunch with them. The young couple looked as if a secret, new enticing portal had been opened in their lives and Richard was sure that they would never look at sex the same way they had before that afternoon.

Late in the afternoon, Richard and Millie made their way back home with the babies wondering when they could freely enjoy each other again as they had been during the last ten days.

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.

September 2018
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