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Vicky This story is true, so certain names and places have been changed to protect the guilty.
We first met about 7 years ago when we were both 23. She hired in to the company where I worked, but we had very little initial contact. Was fairly plain, not too pretty; a typical female engineer. I was not drawn to her, for she was definitely not my type. Her short hair was dirty blond, her breasts were 36a, and her hips were slightly hefty. My girlfriend Amy, however, had long brunette hair, a 40d-26-36 figure, and loved sex. There just wasn't much reason for me to be interested.
Our company has about 10,000 employees, and our department over 200 people amassed in a large office area, so and I did not have any opportunity to get to know one another that first year. The only times that we spoke; we started a fake/hostile relationship, always giving each other a hard time. But that was just her nature. During this time I became engaged to Amy, and we planned to marry in the fall of 85.
During the summer of 85, we ended up as engineers in the same section. A desk next to me became vacant, and ended up sitting there. Quickly we became friends, still always giving each other a hard time. Still I felt no great attraction for her in a sexual manner (besides the natural male curiosity), and our relationship soon began to turn into a brother/sister interdependence. Both of us are only children, so the experience was kind of unique for us.
She clearly let me know that she found me in no way attractive in a sexual manner. While I felt the same, the more that she pointed this out to me, the more she became attractive.
Amy was never jealous. First of all, Amy is not the jealous type, but second, Amy knows my taste in women, and clearly did not meet the mold.
On schedule, Amy and I married in October of 85. She came to the wedding, bringing one of her first dates in months. She rarely dated and was a self admitted virgin.
Meeting her, you would understand. She really looked like the kind of girl who would become a lesbian, controlled by some butch partner. However, she was straight, and I could tell she really longed for a boyfriend. I even tried to set her up with a few friends of mine, but I think she felt uncomfortable dating my friends (as though they might tell me something behind her back). Because of this, none of her dates ever got serious, and she was not a first-date kisser.
Since she did not go out much, would always end up doing things with my wife and me. I know that she felt like a third wheel, so we always tried to invite her to group activities where there were other single people. A bunch of us even went to Disney World together in the spring of 86. We took over three rooms in the Contemporary Resort and had a blast.
Finally, around Christmas of 86, she started to go out with Rick (we quickly dubbed them Rick & Vick). Rick was a little older than her, and had just broken up from a serious relationship, so he was not in any hurry to rush into anything again. This casual approach to their relationship put her at ease, and by the fall of 87 they were truly in love. She never revealed the exact date, but I think she lost her virginity about October of 87 to Rick. Rick was very good for her. Her self-confidence really began to build. She started working out at a health club, she bought better clothes (even purchasing a few mini skirts which were just coming back into style), and she really started to wear the make-up well. A new hairstyle complemented her change, and she really began to attract some attention.
The time spent working out really helped her figure.
Her slightly pear-shaped behind became the talk of our department as it metamorphosis into a tight, shapely ass.
Her clothes were not so plain anymore. While not sexy by any means, they did fit her better, and were of brighter colors. Jeans and slacks definitely fit her better, and she knew it. More than once I gasped aloud when she bent over in front of me. Of course she would pretend to get mad and angry with me, but I knew that she enjoyed the attention.
Her make-up and hairstyle really made her look beautiful. Her hair was now a lighter blond and it had grown shoulder-length. She never failed to turn a head.
And then came the breasts. She started on "THE PILL" in the summer of 88. Her hormones began to react, and by Christmas of 88 she had gone from a 36a to a 36c. We're talking the difference between bumps and breasts here. It was as though she had gone through puberty at 26. Once again she became the talk of the department, and I actually became quite proud of the fact that she spent all of her free time at work with me. Guys would actually ask me what my secret was.
But and I still remained just best friends. Our relationship had not changed much, except that she did not need my company outside of work. Rick (who became her husband in July of 89), had his own set of friends, and they usually did things with them. Rick and I were not necessarily comfortable together, and usually avoided the situation. I'm an engineer and kind of a computer geek, were Rick is an office manager and a Raiders' fan, and little else really matters. But I like him; he is definitely good to and very good for her.
She being a virgin up until Rick, was clearly faithful. While I joked at sex with her a few times, she still quickly let me know that it would be impossible. I know that she didn't really take me seriously anyway. Our brother/sister friendship continued.
In 1990, Amy and I had a daughter. One year later, almost to the day, had a daughter as well. This gave us even more to talk about as we compared notes, exchanged clothes, and talked about such wonderful things as diapers and rashes. And one thing both Amy and her had in common was breast feeding.
Amy's breasts had grown to 42DD over the summer of 1990. It was really amazing, but they were always so sore and tender that Amy could not breast feed, let alone withstand me playing with them. She had to use an electric pump to get the milk, and feed our baby with a bottle. Here were two marvelous mountains of flesh which were as untouchable as sacred Indian ground. One of my favorite sex acts was the old pearl necklace, but Amy definitely could not stand to have my cock between her tits. Oh well, the breast feeding only went on until Thanksgiving. Quickly her breasts returned to their original 40D.
Those breasts which had been 36a's in 1983 were now well over 38DD. The change was incredible. 38DD's are just as large as 42DD's, the only difference is 4 inches in the diameter of the rib cage.
So her tits were now as large as my wife's had been.
When she came back to work after her maternity leave, it was quite a pleasure to see her try and fit into her pre-pregnancy tops. Her tits were just enormous, and I just couldn't help but stare at times.
Se seemed to take this rather well. Although she constantly complained about their size and weight, she only seemed to be flattered by my attention.
On one particular day, she arched her back and stretched, immediately drawing my attention. A poor button gave up its life and popped off, flying across our cubicle.
We both completely cracked-up laughing. My God.
They're incredible! I think I would have died if I was as close as that button too." She just laughed some more and shook a threatening finger at me.
She would always disappear right after lunch as she went to our company's medical department to pump the milk from her breasts. I always volunteered to go and guard the door for her, or to hold the pump, but she would just shake her head and call me a pervert. After pumping, the milk would be stored in her purse-sized ice chest.
This went on all summer until September of 1991 (I write this less than a month after IT happened) and I were assigned to go out of town together on a business trip. Both of us are trainers for our department's CAD-CAM system, so we were sent to a CAD class in Alabama. The class was on a Monday and Tuesday, so we planned to fly out on the Monday morning red-eye, and return on Tuesday evening. This way she would only have to be gone from her daughter about 40 hours. She had gotten ahead in pumping milk, so her husband had a good supply to take care of their daughter until returned. Since a woman cannot turn off the milk supply, planned to bring the pump with her and pump on the trip. This milk would then be discarded since it would be too difficult to carry back on the plane.
She and I really started to look forward to our trip together. It would be really nice to get away from our spouses and children (mine was a holy terror by this time).
We would also get to spend some non-work time together. We took the usual ribbing from our co-workers and our spouses, but no one was serious and we had been friends for so long; certainly if anything was going to happen, it would have happened by now. Right? We arrived in Alabama right on time. Since I had been here before (and since it is kinda the male thing to do), I rented the car and we made it to the class with time to spare. The class lasted until 3:00, and we skipped out of the afternoon lab so we could check in to our hotel. She also needed to pump, after which we would explore the town.
It was incredibly hot for September, so we really wanted to get out of our good clothes.
Our rooms were in the same wing of the hotel, opening out into a common hall. They were typical rooms with double beds, a dresser, a nightstand w/ bible, a table, and two chairs.
The T.V. was at least 15 years old, and being in the Bible belt, there was no adult channel. Oh well, I'd live. It would only be one night.
At 5:30 I knocked on her door. After the usual "just a minute" she opened it.
"WOW!" I exclaimed. She was wearing a jean miniskirt and hot pink tee-shirt which was filled with those two gigantic melons. Her maternity bra was clearly visible under the thin material. I could only imagine what this outfit would look like braless.
"Watch it" she responded sternly. "It's just too hot to wear anything else." "I'm watching it!" She shot me a dirty look and started down the hall towards the parking lot. Her legs looked great. Once again, because of the heat, she wasn't wearing hose. And with her left-over summer tan and fit-and-trim legs, she didn't need them. I only wished that I could see more of her ass. Transfixed I followed her.
We spent our government per-diem at a Chinese restaurant, and found a small mall to walk around in (which was thankfully air-conditioned). There just wasn't much else to do in this mid-sized town.
We found two theaters in the mall, so we ended up seeing Terminator 2 (I for the third time). Her husband just wasn't into those types of movies so it was her first time. When the movie got out, it was 10:30 so we headed back to the hotel, pausing briefly to get ice-cream at a very packed Dairy Queen which had been trying to close since 10:00.
We said goodnight and parted in the hall. I turned on the T.V., hit the john, and sat back to watch the news. At least they had CNN. I quickly called my wife, told her I was still alive, and she assured me that she and my daughter were as well. Nothing exciting had happened since 4:00 that morning, so we quickly said goodbye.
After this full day, I failed to realize how tired that I was, and quickly dozed off while watching David Goodnow on CNN Headline.
About 15 minutes later the phone in my room rang.
"Hello?" My heart was racing after being abruptly awaken.
"We need to go out." She was speaking in her distressed voice.
"What?" "I need to get something." "What?" I repeated, slightly annoyed. She was always pulling crap like this.
"I dropped the pump on the bathroom floor and it broke." "I'll be over in a second." I was still dressed and merely walked the few steps down the hall to her door and knocked.
"Just a minute." God she was so predictable! I could hear her putting clothes back on. She opened the door and was dressed as before, but I was just too tired to care.
The broken pump was on the sink in the bathroom.
A plastic funnel covers the breast, and it had broken into about 20 different pieces. Without it, the pump could not build up suction and was therefore useless. The pump itself, as well as the collection bottle was undamaged.
She had moved to the desk/dresser and was looking through the Yellow Pages section of the phone book.
"I called several places already, but none of them are open this late." "Where would you buy one anyway?" "Well, K-mart or Ventura normally or a drugstore.
But this town completely closes by 10:00." I picked the bed that was not using and stretched out with her suitcase. Meanwhile, she tried every single drugstore in the book. Nearly a quarter of them were open late, but only the pharmacies. No one had a breast pump.
"Dang!" she exclaimed (hard language for her). "Who else would sell them?" "Oh, like I would know," I replied. "Can't you hold off until morning?" "No way. It hurts like crazy now. It was murder getting through the ice-cream." But I knew she'd do anything, suffer any pain, for ice cream.
"This isn't something that a 7-11 would sell." I thought back to my own experiences with breast pumps. I had only seen them at one place besides a store. "You could call a hospital. They could probably use your milk." She smiled and snapped her fingers. "Good idea." The next barrage of phone calls lasted until midnight.
Basically they went as follows: Hospital one had no maternity ward.
Hospital two accepted donations, but only during the day shift, and only from women who had been checked out by their lab. She stressed that this was an emergency, so they connected her to the emergency room clerk. The clerk told her that pumping was not considered an emergency, but since she was from out of town they would do it. She would have to pay $417.00 (cash) or get authorization from our company's insurance.
Hospital three was a trauma center.
Hospital four repeated hospital two, except it was over $500.00.
Call five went out to our insurance company (whose 24 hour number our travel itinerary thoughtfully had printed on it). Basically, to them, breast pumping was not an emergency. Authorization refused. She insisted that she speak with a supervisor, who happened to be a doctor. He also refused explaining that a mistake on her part (such as breaking her pump) was not going to be insured, especially for $417.00.
Between us we had $100.00, the hospitals wouldn't take a check, and neither of our bank cards would work anywhere in this town. The hotel wouldn't cash anything larger than $50.00, and there were no Easy-Ed's 24 hour check cashing centers. Even the Western Union was closed until 6:00 am.
Already I could see that the breast pads in her maternity bra were soaked. Dark circles were appearing on her shirt at the tips of her huge tits. Can you use your fingers to force the milk out? No, that just doesn't work. It gets the milk started, but it won't do well enough. She was still scanning through the phone book, I think nearly on the verge of tears. Maybe I should call my doctor. He could talk to the insurance company. Well, all you really need is a baby. Great, she glared at me. Where am I going to find one of those? I'll volunteer, I replied half jokingly. The joke suddenly sent signals to my groin and I stared openly at her breasts.
Right. Well, you could wait until your tits exploded. She turned back to the phone book. Listen, I'm serious.
I'd do it for you." "Yeah, I'm sure you would." "Well, problem solved then." She actually looked as though she considered it for a moment, and then replied: "No way, you'd enjoy it too much." So might you, I thought. "You're running out of choices. Besides, I'd promise not to enjoy it." She laughed at that. "Right, No one would ever have to know, and tomorrow morning we'll buy you another pump." She paused for a moment. "Just what are you purposing that you do to help me?" As if she didn't know. "Nurse?" "Babies aren't the only ones with suction. It's not like a sex act or anything." She was quiet again and went back to the phone book for several minutes. A hand went up to rub the side of one throbbing breast. If I agreed to this, how would we do it? I take it Rick has never tried this before? I myself had only once. Amy's breasts were just too sensitive to allow it.
No, don't be gross. Why is it gross? Your baby does it every day. That's different. How? She paused again. I could see the engineer's mind looking for alternatives, but I had given her an easy way out of the problem and it was getting critical.
You wouldn't tell anyone? she asked.
Who would believe me? If Rick were to find out... There's no way he could find out. This isn't something to feel guilty about. We're friends; I think maybe our friendship could survive this. I don't want you to touch me, she said. How would we do this? You would sit on the bed and I'd put my head in your lap. I can't sit like that; I've tried it while feeding before. I have to have my back against something. The headboards on these beds were made up of shelves, and clearly could not support someone's back and the pillows were too small to be of any use.
Then I'll sit on a chair, and you sit facing me on my lap. I couldn't fight the erection groin in my jeans; I only hoped that she wouldn't see it. At this, I got up and told her to stand up. Between the frustration, the pain, and her exhaustion, she seemed to give in. The chair for the desk had no arms, so it would work perfectly. I moved it into the center of the room, between the two beds' footboards.
She looked at me sternly and said: I'm only doing this because I'm in incredible pain. So am I. I'm only thinking of you. I couldn't hold back an ear-to-ear grin.
Right. She moved over to the desk lamp and shut it off.
You don't need to turn the lights off, I said taking my seat.
Wrong. Hotels have about a million different lights in the rooms (none of which are bright enough to do any good). She moved to the entryway to turn off that light, then the two headboards, then the nightstand, and then the hanging light over the table. She also made certain that the dr*pes were together. She did, however, leave the bathroom light on.
Next she took her shirt off, but all I could see was her silhouette against the dr*pes. I realized that she was opening the nursing flaps on the bra, and removing the nursing pads (these round funky pads that soak up milk when a woman starts to "leak"). She moved to me, hesitated a moment, then straddled my lap placing her hands on the back of the chair to either side of my head. I could make out the outline of her breast protruding from the bra, but it was too dark to see the nipple. She started to move her breast towards my mouth. Let me do this, she commanded. I was only happy to be here.
I felt her right nipple press against my lip. As I opened my mouth I felt a high pressure stream of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I moved forward until my lips circled her nipple and pressed firmly against the flesh. A gasp escaped her lips as the pressure was released.
The milk was very warm, but being body temperature, I almost couldn't feel it in my mouth, but I could definitely taste it. Breast milk is very sweet, and really not too bad. As I sucked on her breast I could feel the nipple harden between my lips and I couldn't help but tongue it a few times. Each time she gasped, but didn't pull back.
The breast was also getting very warm, a side-effect of producing milk.
By this time I had a full erection, but she sat back near my knees and couldn't feel it; and in the dark she couldn't see it. I didn't let it worry me. I just went with the feeling.
As I continued to nurse and lick her nipple she started to slightly squirm until at one point she pulled her breast completely away. What's wrong? I asked. Sensitive. She replied.
Am I hurting you? Her voice turned to a whisper. No, it's just sensitive. Even in the dark I could tell that she was blushing.
Well, you can't run away and with that I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me. My mouth made contact with the top of the bra, and I followed her curves back down to naked flesh. I then extended my tongue, licking my way back to the nipple; she actually moaned aloud. I pulled her even closer and I felt her come in contact with the bulge in my jeans. Due to the fact that she had on a miniskirt, only the thin material of her panties separated her from my jeans. My cock pressed hard against her as I continued to nurse.
Obviously feeling my erection, she tried to pull away, but I had her firmly about the waist. The movement only accented her squirming, and I intensified my sucking and tongue action. Her left breast kept hitting my right cheek, soaking it with leaking milk. Within only a few moments her attempts at escape became gentle rubbing against my bulge. The milk became thicker, and I knew this breast was about done.
As the right breast went dry, my hands went up to the back of her bra. I quickly unhooked it. She didn't say a word. As I took my lips away from her nipple, I pulled the bra forward, and down her arms. Running my hands up her stomach to her chest, I cupped both enormous breasts. I guided her left breast to my mouth and began to nurse again.
My left hand toyed a moment with her spent breast, and with her nipple which was nearly 1/2 an inch long. She started to rub her crotch against my cock again and I could only imagine that her panties must be soaked. I couldn't smell her however due to the aroma of the milk.
As I started to quickly tongue the left breast and tug gently on the nipple of the right one, began to intensify her movements. Within a few moments her hands left the back of the chair and wrapped around my neck forcing my face hard against her breast. Suddenly the movements became a bucking, and she started to moan loudly, an orgasm coming upon her. I continued to suck but her jerking became frantic and I lost her breast which then sprayed my face with milk. She continued to moan and rub her cunt against my cock.
The next thing I knew two breasts were hitting me in the face as she stood (while still straddling me) and leaned forward. A hand touched my crotch and traced its way up to my zipper. In seconds her hand was fishing through my open fly, and soon pulled my throbbing cock out. Please, is all she said.
Why she was asking me, I don't know, for I really didn't have a say in the matter. Using her right hand, she moved the crotch of her panties aside. Using her left, she grasped my cock and guided it against her hot, moist pussy.
I felt the lips of her cunt spread open, and then she sat down, engulfing me it a very warm, velvety vice. Oh God, I exclaimed.
Please, she repeated. Suck me. I quickly found her breast again and continued to suck.
Now her movements were up and down on my cock, and she continued to moan loudly. I could clearly feel the lips of her pussy around my shaft as she fucked me. Within seconds she had another orgasm and I followed immediately. It hadn't even taken 30 seconds from the time I entered her.
I came in her cunt for at least a minute while she thrashed about and while I continued to nurse.
Despite the incredible sensitivity in my cock, I stayed in her and continued to suck. She merely sat still and breathed hard. I could feel her heart beating through her breasts and against my lips. As this breast started to go dry, she began moving up and down on my cock again, which had never lost more than half of its erection. Soon I was hard again, and she was moaning. Since the breast was now dry, I moved back to the other one and began to lick the nipple.
Yes! She moaned. Lick me. I continued to lick her, alternating from breast to breast. Fuck me, come on, fuck me, I said to her. She increased her pace and moaned louder. Yes....fuck.... Noting that this talk seemed to turn her on, I tried some more: Come on, fuck me. Ride my cock. You're fucking ME. Do you like fucking my cock with your cunt? Yes... is all she could say. Her head was back and she was using all of her energy to move up and down. I want IT again. You want to come on me again? You want to come on my cock? Yes... Then grind you pussy against me. Feel my cock in your cunt. This took her over the edge and her hips moved in a blur as she came on my cock again. She was just too wet, so I really couldn't feel her that well and the speed was wrong for me, so I didn't come with her. Instead, I lifted her up (still attached to my cock) and moved to the bed.
She went down back first, with me on top, her legs straddling my waste. I pulled out and took off my clothes, then quickly removed her panties, leaving her in only the mini skirt. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide apart, then remounted her. My cock sunk down to the hilt and I could clearly feel my balls against her ass.
She moaned still again. I couldn't believe I was finally fucking and that she was so turned on.
In only a few more strokes I could tell that she was fairly numb, so I changed my attack. I pulled out of her and moved up to straddle her chest. Clearly perplexed she looked at me with questioning eyes. I reached down to her gigantic tits and rapped them around my hard, wet cock.
After I began to fuck her cleavage, she got the idea and replaced my hands with hers. My only regret is that I couldn't see too well in the darkness.
Her tits were very firm. I could feel every inch of my cock sliding in and out between them. She actually moaned slightly as she gave in to the illicit and unknown feelings that she was having and I could see that she was rubbing her nipples with her index fingers while cupping her breasts, pushing them together. She also was grinding her hips at the air, so I reached back and inserted a finger into her cunt and found her clit with my thumb. After only a few more minutes of watching this, I came again, soaking her neck. While she didn't come again, she was too tired to care.
She got up to go to the bathroom dropping her skirt on the floor. I was asleep before she returned.
The next morning I awoke to find her beside me, still asleep. Dried milk covered part of my face and chest. I could hear a vacuum cleaner down the hall, and its sound had slowly awoken me. I turned to stare at her. The blanket only covered her from the waste down, so for the first time I looked upon her magnificent breasts in the light of the morning sun. She lay slightly on her side, facing me, so that her right breast lay on the sheet, and her left breast lay on the right one. A man cupping both hands together might be able to encompass one of them. The skin was very tight, almost artificially smooth, with purple veins barely exposed thought the flesh. The nipples were light brown, almost pink, and now lay flat against the breast.
Her beautiful blond hair was sprawled upon the pillow, and her lips slightly parted in a smile as she slept. I watched her for about a minute. Her breathing did incredible things to her breasts and I began to feel an erection once again.
I checked my watch and found it to be 10:15 am.
Neither of us had set an alarm. We were already over two hours late for the class - oh what the hell! The sounds of the vacuum seemed to be coming closer, so I quietly slipped out of bed and placed the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door, ignoring the complimentary Wall Street Journal. Opening the door made the vacuum sound even louder, and the latch made a horrible click, but only rolled onto her back and sighed. Her tits gave in to gravity and spread slightly too either side.
I crept back into bed and carefully covered her right nipple with my mouth, barely touching her flesh. Slowly I worked my tongue across the nipple and began to build up suction. Just as milk began to flow, she awoke in a haze and moaned aloud.
I pulled my lips away for a second (getting sprayed with milk from the built-up pressure), and said: Good morning. She didn't even try to resist, she just began to moan again. As I continued to nurse, she started to squirm. I slowly used my right hand to brush her left breast, and then followed the curve of her body down into the sheets. I moved my hand over her stomach, past her bush (lightly touching the hair), and began to rub her inner thighs. By the time I had emptied the right breast, she was violently moving her hips, trying to bring her clit in contact with my hand.
As I started to roll her towards me, so that I could reach her left breast, completed the roll and landed on top of me. I felt her hand grasp my cock again as she inserted me into her soaking pussy. This caused the blankets to slide down her back and fall to my knees, and for the first time I had a partial view of her brown bush (well, I knew she wasn't really a light blond). Her hand continued to hold the base of my cock as she fucked me.
Her eyes were closed, her back was arched, and her tits obscenely hung down in front of my face. Using her free hand, placed the left breast against my face without opening her eyes. Taking the hint, I sucked the nipple into my mouth and was immediately rewarded with a flow of milk.
She leaned farther forward and placed her hand on the headboard to hold herself up. The other hand had moved to my balls and was gently rubbing them.
Up until now, my hands had a hold of her waist, but I slowly moved them down to her gorgeous ass and used them to accelerate her movement. This seemed to really turn her on, so I slowly slid a finger down the crack of her ass until I touched her hole. The gasp was noticeable. I moved my finger on down to where my cock plunged in and out of her. I traced her pussy lips with my finger, and then touched my shaft which was covered with her juices. Now wet, I slowly inserted the tip of my finger into her ass as I continued to suck on her tit.
It sort of shocked me, but she pressed hard against my finger, pressing it deep into her rectum, at the same moment taking my cock extra deep into her cunt. She screamed aloud, shook slightly, and collapsed on top of me in orgasm, her breast somehow staying in my mouth. I then started to come, filling her again with my load. She sighed loudly in pleasure as I slid my finger out of her ass.
As our orgasms wound down, I continued to nurse until her breast was empty. For the first time, she kissed me directly on the mouth, tasting her own milk. We kissed like this for nearly five minutes. As long as I live I will never forget the feeling of her tongue against mine, her breasts pressing into my chest, and my cock in her pussy, growing stiff once again. She moved her hips slightly, acknowledging the developing erection within her.
Moving like a cat, kissed down my chin, over my chest (sliding off of my shaft), and down to my stomach, her breasts tracing a path until they came in contact with my come-covered cock. Without even hesitating, my sweet innocent engulfed my cock, eagerly devouring her own cunt juices and my come. Those beautiful lips slid slowly up my shaft until just the tip of the head was exposed, and then she would slide my cock back into her mouth. After continuing this for about five minutes, I was as hard as I had ever been. She then took my cock from her mouth and began to lick up and down the shaft like it was an ice cream stick, her tongue lingering on the head. She would then trace the entire length down to my balls, and even slipped one of them into her mouth. I was going to come quite soon.
Sensing this she began to suck my cock again, furiously licking at the shaft. Staring down at her bobbing head, swaying breasts, and overall nakedness, I shot another load into her mouth. I couldn't have had much come left at this point, but what there was she quickly swallowed. My cock was incredibly sensitive this time, and I had to make her stop.
I can't believe you've made me come four times this quickly. I've never been this turned on in my life. She smiled and was obviously proud of herself. I can't believe you made me come so many times either, she replied.
I guess we're gonna miss class. I laughed. It looks like it. We then moved to the shower, both too sexual exhausted even for any groping. All we did was kiss. And passionately we kissed (especially for two people who had not yet brushed their teeth).
I had to dress to go back to my room, and found that my shirt was covered with dry milk, and that the area around the fly in my jeans was covered with dried cunt juice.
However, in the few steps back to my room, no one noticed.
I retrieved my paper and put up the DO NOT DISTURB sign.
My room had not yet been done up by the maid. It was then that I realized that the maid would know that we were checking out today, and would wait to do our rooms until after we left. The DO NOT DISTURB signs were most likely meaningless. Oh well, better safe than walked in on. By 11:30 we had dressed and checked out of the motel.
I had done the best I could to clean my shirt and jeans so that Amy would not notice the stains when I returned home. I usually did my own laundry anyway, so this would probably not be a problem.
Once I had loaded the luggage into the trunk, we got in the car and kissed across the console. I realized how carefree we could be while in another city. I thought you didn't like me in a sexual manner. She smiled and looked away. I thought I didn't either. But last night I realized that I'm... That you're what? She turned back and the tears started to flow. That I'm in love with you and with that she started to cry.
I chuckled and tried to hold her, the console again getting in the way. I've known that I was in love with you too for quite a while. Why are you crying? I've cheated on Rick... More sobs.
I was quiet for a while, realizing that the guilt was hitting her. ". While we're together, our love creates a universe just for you and me. We're not quite like lovers, we're not quite like brother and sister, and we're not quite like friends. We have something different now, something good and special. In no way should it interfere with our other relationships. It's just between you and me. My love for you does not in any way lessen my love for Amy. Likewise, when you go home, what happened here has nothing to do with Rick anymore than it has to do with your aunt Martha? Her crying stopped and she laughed. I don't have an Aunt Martha. An Uncle Bill? She nodded.
Okay, ...any more than it has to do with your uncle Bill. Within a little while she was happy again, and we got through lunch without too much trouble. We then drove around some more until time to check in at the airport. We talked about everything, except our night together. We even bought her a new breast pump, which she ended up using around 5:30 than evening at the airport. I could do that you know, I offered. I know. She actually smiled. But I think I'll use the bathroom, and you're not allowed in there. Okay, fine.
The flight back was uneventful and we returned to work the next day. She explained that the night had gone really well. The only thing that she felt guilty about was not feeling guilty. Over a private lunch at a Wendy's we talked about it.
I had no problem. She told me. I guess your private universe speech made some kind of sense. Good, I didn't want you spilling your guts and having Rick tear me apart, which was definitely within his capabilities.
Well, if you remember, her voice was a whisper; I'm the one who made all of the advances. She blushed furiously.
Yes. I remember. But I did come up with the suggestion of substituting for your pump. In a Spock-like look she replied: The only logical solution. She turned her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. Leaning forward, she whispered again: Besides, when you suggested it, I was so turned on I could hardly think straight. I don't know why, but something snapped inside of me at that moment. Yes, and I snapped inside of you later. She blushed again.
When we got to the car, on impulse I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. In seconds we were all over each other. I began to massage her breasts and shortly her blouse had rings of milk forming on them I've soaked through the pads, she said. You'll have to drop by my house so I can change. No problem. I smiled to myself.
She noticed the smile and replied: And nothing is going to happen. We have to get back to work. No problem, I repeated.
After we reached her house and stepped inside, I turned her to me and kissed her again. She didn't even pretend to resist. As I frenched her, I slowly undid the buttons on her blouse and was soon removing her bra. I then placed my hand in the center of her back and forced her backwards, arching her back. This thrust her tits upward, and I quickly sucked the right one into my mouth. I began to drink her milk once again.
Soon we moved to the couch and I continued to drain her breast while kneeling before her as she sat on the edge of the cushion. Meanwhile, my fingers rubbed the crotch of her slacks as she moved against my hand. When the breast was empty, I unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them off of her, taking her panties, shoes and socks with them. I spread her legs wide, and for the first time looked at her gaping cunt in daylight. The lips were still closed, but the juice running from them was evident. As I attacked the other breast, my fingers went to work, starting from her ankles and moving up her legs.
As I reached her crotch, began to moan again. I slowly opened her lips and inserted two fingers into her cunt. I continued to work them in and out for the ten minutes it took me to drain her breast. By this time she was nearing an orgasm. Kissing down her stomach, I moved my lips to her clit. You would have thought that I shot her the way she jumped.
Within seconds her fingers were in my hair, and she pressed my mouth hard against her cunt. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue, sliding it as far up her juicy pussy as I could. I sucked her clit, licked her cunt and moved down to tongue her ass. All of these actions had her bouncing up and down on the couch cushion.
My fingers were completely soaked, and they had nothing better to do, so I inserted my index finger into her asshole. This really got her bucking, so I invaded her with both fingers. She forced herself up and down, fucking her ass with my fingers. This kept my tongue moving from cunt lips to clit. In only a matter of seconds she came again.
I was so incredibly turned on by this point that I practically ripped my clothes off. Lying before me was an incredible blond still grinding her hips in post-orgasm.
Her hair was tossed wildly on the back of the couch, and those giant tits swayed erotically from her movement. Her legs were spread wide apart and her cunt was gaping open. Juices and saliva ran down to the crack of her ass. My cock was rock hard and she spread her legs wider when she saw it. I have never seen such a look of hunger on someone's face. I'm sure that mine mirrored hers.
I again knelt before her and slid my cock deep into her cunt. I could clearly see her lips spread to take my shaft, and I felt the tightness of her hole. As I withdrew my length, I could see her pussy lips cling to my juice-covered cock.
Look, look and see me fucking you. Her eyes came open and she looked down to where we were connected. Look at my cock fucking your cunt. She began to moan with each thrust, but her eyes remained riveted to my shaft. Realizing that her vantage point did not actually let her see the penetration, I slipped my hands under her knees and lifted her legs, forcing her cunt higher, and causing her breasts to roll up and down with each thrust. She now had a pretty good view of my cock pistoning in and out. Touch my cock .
Feel how much juice is on it. She lowered her hand to my cock and used her fingers to trace from my pubic hair, down my wet cock, and to her clit. Without any coaxing, she began to furiously masturbate, rubbing her clit wildly.
That's it, play with your cunt. I was sweating bullets by now. My cock was incredibly hard, but I had come so much in the last two days that I knew I could hold out for a while. Come on, finger your cunt. Her only reply was with moans. I pushed her knees back towards her shoulders even further, allowing even deeper penetration. At the same time, her ass was brought higher in the air, and I again inserted my fingers into her backdoor. As I fucked her pussy, I wiggled my fingers Just as she was about ready to come her chest began to flush. Recognizing this sign, I pulled out of her, fingers and cock. Her eyes went wide in panic, and her fingers stopped moving on her clit. However, before she could form a question, I slid the entire length of my cock up her cunt juice lubricated ass. The tightness was incredible, but there was so much come on my cock that I went in to the hilt.
For a second I thought that she was going to get mad, but as I began to pump in her asshole, she started to move her fingers once again. What are you doing? she asked innocently.
I'm fucking you in the ass. Use your other hand to play with your cunt too. Her right hand worked over her clit, while her left moved down to her gaping pussy. Soon she had two fingers plunging deep inside. This action brought her arms against her body, forcing her tits together, making them appear larger than ever before. If this were not enough, she now arched her spine, head back and eyes closed.
Oh God, she moaned. Please fuck my ass. Finally she had said something really crude; words which I never thought to hear from her. But then I never expected to see this lust on her face, those huge tits swaying wildly with my thrusts, her fingers all over her cunt, or my cock thrusting in and out of her anus.
Do you like my cock in your ass? Yes, please fuck me. Fuck you in the ass? Yes, fuck my ass. Have you been fucked in your ass before? No...fuck...ass. She started to breath really heavy. The thought of what she was doing was driving her nuts.
Then I'm the first man to fuck your asshole? She nodded, eyes still closed. And you like playing with yourself, showing me how naughty you are. Fingers deep in you cunt. Yes, She pulled her left fingers from her cunt, and spread the lips open. Look at my cunt, she ordered, and then slowly slid the fingers from her right hand into the gaping hole. Look at me finger myself. And with that she came.
Her orgasm built slowly. Muscles started to twitch in her thighs, and her back arched even further to where her entire weight was supported by my hands on her legs, and the top of her head against the couch. This drove my cock into her ass to the hilt, and it was only seconds before I would come too.
My cock is going to come inside your ass. As I said this, her orgasm reached full force. My come erupted into her rectum and her whole body shook as though in seizure.
I'm coming in your asshole, I moaned. She screamed.
I fell back onto the floor on my butt, panting frantically and dropping onto the couch.
Several minutes later we came down from the feeling enough to speak. Why is it so good? She asked between breaths. Because we're not supposed to be doing it, I replied. It's illicit and you love it. And I love you. I can't believe I let you do that, she said referring to her introduction to ass fucking. If it upset you I won't do it again. I smiled.
We'll see. And so we have and I have continued our "nooners" every Tuesday and Thursday since the trip. I don't know where this will lead, but for now our relationship has only gotten stronger. Neither of us has a desire to leave our spouses. One of our remaining goals is to fuck at work, which would be very difficult to arrange and could definitely land us in the unemployment line. But we're thinking up schemes. I'll let you know.