Milky Secret (a lactation fantasy)

Lisa and I had been friends a long time. We had seen each other through bad loves and happy times for decades. But despite my attraction to her, I had never once approached her with anything more than a dinner date. She did her thing, I did mine, and we offered a shoulder when it was needed. Best friends.

But I wanted her. With every beat of my heart I longed for her, but superstition and fear kept me from trying. Things never worked out when I went after a woman I was interested in. At least when I waited for someone interested in me, it had a chance of going somewhere. So I made jokes, the only thing I was good at. Some mild sexual innuendo that made her giggle. Play along when she made comments about her voluptuous figure or pretended to hit on me.

Lately though it seemed like she was baiting me. Jokes seemed directed at getting me to admit I was looking at her. And I gleefully fell for it because it meant a chance to ogle at this splendidly curved creature. The little pecks on the cheek she always gave me seemed more frequent and lingering. Hugs lasted longer than normal, not an unwelcome occurrence. She always smelled so good and her breasts were enormous and always on display. And when I hugged her waist she was always so soft and squeezable. Or maybe it was a trick in my sexually frustrated mind.

Spending time with her was the best fun there was to be had, minus the sexual tension. Movies, dinner, games or just hanging out. I loved being around her and was pretty sure she felt the same about me. Which made it so much sillier that I had never tried to be anything more than a friend to her. But neither had she so maybe this is what it was supposed to be. I would be there for her whenever she needed me. Pathetic.

Even now, out of nowhere I found myself driving to her house in the rain, the inside of my car filling up with the smell of 5 Guys burgers. What else would get me out in this weather?

“Hey,” she said when I had answered the phone in my perfectly dry living room. “What are you doing?”

“Chillin’,” I said, partially paying attention to her while I played games on my computer. “What’s up?”

“You should come over. We’re bored.”

I chuckled. “We are, are we?” Knowing what this was leading to, I turned off my game and got up heading to the bedroom where I could find something to wear. “I’m assuming ‘we’ doesn’t mean you’re admitting to some type of split personality.”

“Who are you fooling? If you were having such a good time, you wouldn’t have answered the phone.”

There was truth to that, at least for every other person in my life. It was a rare occasion that I wouldn’t take her call. I wondered if she knew that. “Well there’s always time for for you, darlin’” I said in my best cowboy.

She giggled. “That’s what I thought. Bring chow.” And she was gone.

At her door, wet as a drowned rat and shaking mildly, i waited for her to open up. Even through the etched glass she looked amazing. Was she moving in slow motion or was I having a stroke? The swinging door pushed out the scent of her strawberries and cream body wash. Her wavy chestnut brown hair was slightly damp with a few stray locks hanging over her face coming to rest on her breasts. This red sundress she was wearing did everything right for her ample figure. It cut down low showing off her cleavage and hugged in all the down until it flared out over her hips and ass. It stopped mid thigh exposing her thick bronze legs. Perfection.

“Well don’t just stand out there staring at me, ya creep,” she said, yanking on my shirt. “You’re wet and I’m hungry.” I came in and handed her the bag while I took off my jacket and shoes. I barely had time to finish before she went for the hug. Ahhh, the best part of my day. She held on as expected, but squeezed me tighter and leaned her head against mine and said into my ear, “I’m really glad you came over.” That was a different tone from her. Maybe sad? “I’ve just been laying around here all day stuck in my own head and needed some fun. Sorry if I interrupted whatever you were doing.”

I held her closer. “I hope you know you’re more important to me than video games by now.”

She kissed me on the cheek and looked me in the eye. “You’re sweet.”

Time to ruin the moment. “On you.”

After a moment of staring at my pretend sexy face and batting eyes, she dropped her head into my shoulder and laughed. “Oh God. That was bad.” She looked at me again. “I needed that.” She kissed my lips, the smell of our dinner and her skin filling my nostrils. I needed this every day of my life. This excellent person who I fit so well with was right here. Why did I waste my energy on anyone else but her. She pulled her head away but I held onto her waist, looking deep into her eyes. I wanted more of those plump red lips. I searched her face for any sign that I could. She just looked surprised. It was out of character for me. Most of our physical interaction was on her terms. Her pecks on the cheek. Her determined hug length. Her touching me in all sorts of ways to turn me on and then wiggling her big ass away from me. But today, I kissed her.

She didn’t recoil which was always a good thing. But there was a moment before our lips touched were it seemed like she was going to say something. Whatever it was went away and she parted her lips and kissed me back. She did it again and I felt her tongue and her inhale. My hands went up her back and then I heard the bag of burgers hit the floor..

We both froze and opened our eyes. We smiled at each other. “Now what am I going to do about that?” she said. This time when she pulled away, I let her.

“I don’t know,” I said, “but it looks like I’m not the only one who’s wet.“

“What?!” I eyed the damp spots on her dress where her hair had been pressed against us. She picked up the food and walked away shaking her head. “We’re gonna need to get you a girlfriend quick to calm you down a bit.”

Ah. We were back to normal. Well that was fun while it lasted. And I finally had shared a real kiss with her. Would it ever happen again? It felt like something had changed. I followed her to the kitchen. “The position’s open. Apply within.” She giggled and opened the fridge. I watched her bend over, hips spreading and dress rising up the back of her thighs. She’s right, I was a creep. But she fed into it.

She came back up with cans of soda and handed me one before heading into the living room with the burgers. We sat and ate while watching anime and chatting about work and life. A normal night for us, except there was something more. Some strange glances. Some looks and smiles that lasted longer. And she sat closer. When the food was gone, she laid back on the couch and put her legs over my lap. I casually laid my hand on her meaty freshly shaven calves. She stretched them out, flexing her toes and twisting her ankles. She moaned slightly so I took it as a sign that I wasn’t being prodded to stop. Instead I slowly ran my hand down one of her legs and started massaging her foot. That, she liked. “Yeah, now we’re talking.” Arms up behind her head, with her eyes closed, she let me knead on her feet, occasionally letting out quiet sighs. And then she looked at me through slitted eyelids. “So.” I turned to face her. “You kissed me.”

“You kissed me first. You do it all the time.”

“Not like that, I don’t.”

I looked at the ceiling. “Okay,” I conceded. “Maybe not. But you definitely gave me a little extra, and didn’t seem to mind. And it’s something I think about a lot.”

“Yeah?” She sat up and moved closer to me on the couch, pulling her leg up underneath her. “I’ve thought about that to. Been kinda testing the water a little bit, ya know.”

I smiled. “Yeah I noticed.”

She slid closer until we were practically nose to nose. “What else do you think about?”

Do I tell her about all the nasty fantasies I have about her? Does she want detail? Would that be the thing that ruins it all? “I think you know me well enough to know the answer to that.”

For a moment she looked away, saying, “I mean, I know the stuff you talk about but I figured it was just kidding about someone else and-”

“Always about you.” She stared into my eyes for nearly half a minute before rising to her knees and putting a leg over me. She put a hand gently to my cheek to calm what must have been the extremely shocked look on my face. Was this actually happening? She bent forward and kissed me deeply. And while our tongues played together I felt her hips sliding back and forth on me.

Finally I had that moment I had always dreamed of, well one of them anyway. Lisa stradling me on the couch, squeezing those thick thighs around me while she slowly grinded. Her tongue playing in my mouth while I cupped her ass pulling her ever closer against me. Her hair covered my face as she kissed harder and hips slid faster. I sent my hands up and down her legs until I got the nerve to reach for her waist. I had no idea how far she was willing to take this. It had been a long time coming and maybe this was more a window of things to come and not an open door to the things I knew I wanted to do to her. The only thing I was sure of was tonight I wasn’t backing down from anything she threw at me.

My hands on her hips seemed to distract her, every movement she had been making slowed, her kisses changing back the the lingering pecks that had started this night. She slipped a hand behind my neck and held our heads together, her eyes closed as she heavily breathed into my face. “Why did that take so long?” she whispered. I opened my mouth to say something, and she kissed me. I let her fall into me trying to enjoy what was happening and come up with a better answer. A minute later she said, “That wasn’t a question for you to answer. I know how you are. The only way this was gonna happen was if I made it happen. And I’ve wanted it to for a long time.”

She leaned into me again and we were back at it. She slid up higher on me exposing her neck and shoulders that I enthusiastically went about nibbling and kissing while I gripped the meat of her lower back. Moaning, she arched her back and wrapped an arm around my head holding me to her while she continued to grind. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her unbuttoning the top of the sun dress. This was it! It was all happening! I started to work my kissing toward her cleavage and she released me long enough for me to get there and then pulled me in tighter. Her bra, something black and lacy from the brief glimpse I caught, was doing a great job holding everything together. Her breasts hugged my cheeks and my nose was buried almost to the point where I couldn’t breathe.

Almost. I inhaled deeply and took in the scent of the body wash, her skin, her boob sweat, all of it an erotic potion that made me dizzy when I audibly exhaled. She giggled, he chest jiggling around my head and shoulders. “And that’s what you’ve been wanting to do for a long time.”

I wasn’t about to deny it. She knew my vices. “God, yes!” I muffled through the barely available airway.

She laughed as she pulled me in even tighter, now completely removing any chance for me to breathe and grinding even harder. “I bet you dream about this don’t you.” My barely audible agreement was joined by slight nodding of my head. Hearing her voice like this was driving me wild. “I bet you jack off to me too, don’t you.” Again totally true but I hesitated. She really went there? God, this was hot. “Did you do it this morning? Right before you came over?” She laughed again. “You don’t have to admit it. At least not yet. But you will.”

I moved my hands to the front to get a hold of her enormous breasts. I squeezed and kneaded through the dress and bra as best I could from my position, fingers on the hunt for erect nipples I could tease. It didn’t take long, as they were incredibly pronounced, bigger than I would have ever guessed from all of my ogling. Her hips slowed as I played with her, but her breathing and moaning got much louder and her grip on my head even tighter.

It was then that i noticed my right hand was wet, so wet that I felt something rolling down the inside of my wrist. I also realized that I was at my limit for holding my breath and I struggled to get free. “Had enough already?” she mocked. “Don’t you want to die right here between my tits.” If I had to, yes a million times, but that’s just my dick talking. I put my wet hand on her arm to try to pull loose. She laughed wickedly, in a way I had only heard when she was insulting someone. And I liked it, but I was dying. “No, I think I like you just- oh!” She had finally noticed the dampness. “Look what you found.” She let me go, allowing me to loudly catch my breath while she sat up straight. There was a three inch wide wet spot on the red dress covering her left breast and a smaller spot on the right. Looking me in the eye, she reached down and squeezed around her on her left nipple, and I watched milk burble to the surface and then roll down the dress.

My eyes wide, “How?” I knew how this worked. Hell, I was a student! At one point in my life, lactation porn was the only thing that rivaled BBWs in my search history. Lisa had no kids and to my knowledge had never been pregnant, certainly not long enough for this to have developed. There were other ways, as I had found from various message boards. Drugs. Induced. Medical problems. Herbs. None of it really mattered as the woman of my dreams was undoing the rest of her buttons.

“It started when I was 19,” she said, pulling the dress up over her head. The cups of her bra didn’t show how wet she was, but it they did reveal the largest areolas I have ever seen in my life. Chocolate and nearly touching the edge of the bra. “At first it was a real pain in the ass and I tried to stop it.” I watched her rub circles around her right areola a few times massaging her nipple before grabbing it hard, sending rivers of milk from under her hand and between her fingers. “I decided I like it.” She lifted her hand to her face, catching a heavy drop with her tongue as it tried to escape down her wrist. Slowly she licked all the way up, finishing with sticking her thumb in her mouth, her eyes closed, savoring her own product. She pulled her thumb out. “I really like it.”

She grabbed her right breast again, this time leaving her nipple visible. When she squeezed, two streams sprayed out landing on my shirt with more running down her bra. She brought her dripping hand to my face, but pulled away when I leaned forward with my mouth open. With her other hand she slapped me. It wasn’t hard, shocking more than anything else. “No.” She she said firmly. “This is mine. You can only have what I give you. Understand?”

Was this a game? Was she serious? Is this the kind of thing that turned her on? It’s was definitely doing something for me. I nodded. Her hips stopped moving and all hints of joy left her face. “I asked you a question, boy.”

“Yes, Lisa,” I said, looking her in the eye, hoping I hadn’t come this far only to blow it. She brought her hand closer again while I remained perfectly still with my lips barely parted. She rubbed a wet index finger over my upper lip and moustache leaving me with a delicious scent. As bad as I wanted to, I dared not lick my lips for fear it would upset her.

She smiled, pleased that I had been so easily trained. “That’s right. Only what I tell you.” She switched to her middle finger and pushed it into my mouth, sliding it back and forth across my tongue. “And there’s your reward for being such a good boy.” It was a very mocking tone, but I didn’t care as I closed my lips around her finger and sucked every hint of her sweet milk off of her. She giggled lightly, giving me her ring finger to clean next. “Look how happy I made you with just that little bit. I don’t know if you could handle drinking from my tits.”

She pulled her hand away and started kneading both of her incredible breasts. What milk that didn’t spray out ran out of her bra and down her belly. She continued grinding on me with her eyes closed and her head back. Such an awesome sight! “Try me,” I said. She was getting off on teasing me, and I was more than willing to play that game.

Lisa looked down at me, eyelids half closed, hips still in motion. She reach up under each her bra cup and slowly pulled up. She worked a little on each side until she came free and her glorious tits swung down slapping loudly together and against her wet belly. She tossed it to the side while I beheld this nearly naked goddess. Her dark chocolate areolas, bumpy and faded into the caramel skin of her glistening breasts. Her nipples were almost as big as fingertips and the right one was leaking in a near constant stream. She raised both of her tits as best she could and compressed around her areolas, each nipple spraying four or five streams of milk all over me and the couch.I opened my mouth hoping to catch any I could. She held them for a bit before she seemed to be losing her grip, and them slipped to the point where she was holding them only by her nipples. She roughly pinched and twisted them between her fingers while pulling down and slapping them together. She bit her lip with her head back while she played with herself leaving me to enjoy the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. She fondled and kneaded, milk spilling out of her no matter what she did.

I was hard as rock and any second I thought I was going to explode in my shorts. And i think she could tell from the way I was gripping on her thighs. She leaned forward and let her tits slap me in the face before sliding to either side of my head. I licked the milk and sweat from between as she slid down until we were face to face, and she kissed me. It wasn’t long and she backed away with a smile and she said, “I think you’ve had enough of that for now.” But I hadn’t had enough. There was so much more I wanted to do with her now that we were here in this state. I tried not to look disappointed as she pushed herself off of me and stood up. Without her body heat, I was cold and my hard on tenting in my shorts made me feel a little silly. She eyed it and smiled. Standing up straight I was gifted with her entire body, glistening with her milk, which was still leaking from her tits. She still had on a pair of black panties that had been shoved down around her hips from our playing. A fucking goddess.

“Get on your knees.” A goddess who’s every whim I would obey without question. I might have moved a little too fast. I must have looked comical because she chuckled as I hit the floor. She stepped forward, putting her hand on my head and pulling my face into her moist underwear. Had I missed and orgasm or was she just that turned on from grinding? Questions for another time. I ran my hands up her legs and gripped the back of her thighs while I forced my face into her pussy and inhaled. So excited by her scent, my dick throbbed in my shorts and I trembled slightly when I exhaled. She didn’t know what she was about to unleash if those panties came off. I was already licking my lips at the thought of it. Yes I loved her milk, but that was something new and exciting for me. This was a place that was old ground for me and I was ready to please. I gave her panties a long lick from as deep between her legs as I could up to the top of where i bit on the waistband and tugged down. “You like that don’t you?” she accused. She shoved my face back down, hold it to her while she swayed her hips back and forth. “That’s good because someone’s been bragging to me for a long time about what that tongue can do.”

She was right. It was mostly done jokingly. I had never had anyone complain about oral from me so I played up like it was a badge of honor. Secretly I hoped that she would dare me to prove myself to her, but it never happened. She just countered with her own bragging, and let it die. She turned around showing my her wide plump ass. The panties had been completely engulfed by her cheeks either from play or by design. Holding her legs, I hungrily went after her ass, kissing, and pushing my face into it before following her panties into her crack. “Take them off, “ she ordered. And I complied, slowly slid them down and allowing her to step out of them. She turned around showing me her perfectly manicured triangle of nearly black hair. It wasn’t long, but it was thick. She stepped forward, but stopped me before I could engage. Putting one leg up on the couch and forcing me back against it, she started playing with herself just inches away from my face. Spreading her lips, she rubbed her engorged clit and fingered herself while watching me practically shake with anticipation. The smell was delicious and i finally couldn’t stop myself from trying to get a taste. She stopped me with a slap. “Not yet you greedy boy.”

I thought for a second to beg. Maybe that was part of the thing she was into. We were back to her game though. I’d play along. I waited licking my lips while she moaned from her own manipulations. I caressed the leg that was by my head, sometimes kissing it while keeping an eye on her body, watching the milk continue to dribble off of her curves. I felt the leg tremble right before she went down to a knee and shoved her sopping wet pussy onto my face. She held my head for leverage, rubbing her big clit over my lips and tongue. I matched her grinding and caught it in my mouth and sucked on her until i heard her let out a whimper. I let go and let my tongue slide between her lips, her tangy pussy juices were my reward for patience. I only stayed for a moment, heading back up to her clit alternating between long licks and playing with it with my tongue. Occasionally i kissed it, ending with varied amounts of sucking. Her legs trembled again and she started panting. I reached up and patted her on the ass from between her legs. “Lay down,” I said to her. This time she was the one jumping into place, and that made me happy. Throughout this night, she had owned me. Now I had her under my control and I was going to pay her back for the torture AND gifts she had shared with me.

She laid down and played with her pussy while a casually followed into her wide open thighs. It was so sexy seeing her touch herself like that while her other hand rubbed on her nipples I almost regretted that I was going to be occupied and unable to watch. I let her do her thing while I kissed and licked her inner thighs. It’s not where she wanted me. “Come on, baby,” I heard her beg. Holy shit did I have her heated. I watched her dip two fingers into her fat pussy lips and then offer the them to me, leaving dripping strands of her juice along her leg. “Come get this pussy,” she whispered. I eagerly accepted them one by one letting her alternate between the two, sliding in and out of my mouth. Then she gently pulled me forward by my chin. I nuzzled her wet mound, smelling her pussy and squeezing her legs. She reach in and spread her lips for me and I went after her clit again.

The panting and moaning was loud, louder than I had ever caused any woman, and yet I believed every bit of it. I felt her feet sliding up and down on my back and she held the back of my head making sure I didn’t go anywhere. I was so into giving her pleasure that I almost stopped listening to how loud she had gotten. And then she clamped her thighs around my head and called out my name. The shaking in her legs was disorienting, but i was still close enough to lightly brush her clit with my tongue. Each time I did, she jerked a little and let out a tiny cry. Not wanting to torture her too much, I just pressed my lips to her and held still. She relaxed and let my head go. “Okay,” she breathed. “Not all talk.”

I puckered up on her clit and hummed into her in agreement. “I warned you,” I said, my voice muffled by her hairy pussy. I sank into her pussy and leisurely licked her lips clean while I listened to her catch her breath. Goddamn did she tasted exquisite.

“Fuck that was good!” she said. Again, I hummed in agreement. She was still breathing heavy but I kept at her. “Not done with me yet?”

I lifted my head enough so that I could see her face beyond her tits and belly. She was looking down at me, chest heaving and fingers tugging on the ripe nipple of her right breast. “I love your pussy. The taste. The smell. Even your hair. If you let me, I’ll never be done with you.”

She regarded as though she were deciding how she wanted to carve up a turkey and then she pinched her nipple hard, sending a small squirt of her milk rolling over her fingers. “Get up.” I loved being ordered around by her. I stood up and she sat up and immediately started undoing my shorts. She pulled down my boxers and they caught on my erection causing it to pop back up. She thought that was hilarious and we laughed before she shut me up by putting me in her mouth. She stayed at the tip, rolling her tongue around it while looking up at me. I smiled down at her while she rubbed and stroked on my balls. Then she held them tighter while she slid all of me inside, burying her nose into my groin. I felt the back of her tongue pushing up on me and her throat contracting and releasing, making these wet sucking noises. I put my fingers into her hair and she immediately backed off of it, slurping as I came out.

She stood and maneuvered me so that my back was to the couch and then shoved me down hard. She brought one of her tits up to her mouth and began sucking while looking at me seductively. She kicked the inside of my ankle and I opened my legs for her. Using my knee to steady herself, she came down and then used her free hand to stroke my dick. She closed her eyes and moaned while she continued to drink herself in front of me, rivulets of milk escaping the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile her thumb played under the tip of my helmet with other fingers rubbing on my head. She gave herself another long suck, smacking loudly as the rubbery nipple came flopping out. It was replaced with my dick, her mouth still full of her hot milk. I felt it running out out of her mouth and down my balls. I watched her head bob, making loud sloshing dips and slurping on the way back up. It felt unlike anything ever in my life, and it was almost too much to handle.

She pulled up, never breaking eye contact with me. Milk still on her chin, she licked her lips as she wrapped her massive breasts around my dick and squeezed. How comfortable I felt in there, snuggled in between her meaty heat with just the tip of my head poking out. She held them at the sides and slid them up and down my dick, slow at first but soon she was roughly slapping her tits against my thighs. And then she buried her face into her own cleavage to suck on me some more while she held her tits in place. Done with that, she grabbed the another tit and went to work licking and biting her nipple while stroking me hard. When she bit it, milk would roll out and down her arm. I wanted to try that so badly and she looked at me, teasing, knowing I wanted it. She sucked some more and then let it slide out of her hand while she jacked me off, my dick and her hand lost almost complete in her tits. My sensitive head slid across her soft skin every time her hand went down.

She stared at me. And I stared at her. She parted her lips slightly and let her milk trickle down her chin and down her neck, spreading over her chest and into her cleavage. What a mess she was making. A delicious beautiful mess. And after it worked into her finger sliding over my dick, I added to it. I nearly caught a cramp in my abs I came so hard. She kept stroking as I shot up into her chin, each pump leaving another spill on her tits. I could have ripped the couch cushions to shreds, i was gripping them so hard.

When it seemed like I had nothing left she climbed onto me on the couch. I was still semi hard but she laid it down and sat on it, grinding back and forth. She worked the mess on her chest into her skin, occasionally squeezing more milk onto her hands as if she were washing herself. All i saw was wet tits flopping about and smacking each other. And it was filling me back up fast. I didn’t care if my cum was on her tits. I want her in my mouth now.

She brought her face to mine and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed back. “I asked you before,” she whispered. “Do you jack off to me?”

It seemed like a silly question at this point in the game, but- Wait was she rubbing her clit on my head? And she saw that I noticed it. And so I answered honestly, “Every fucking day. Sometimes more.”

“Did you fantasize about me lactating?” I had my hands on her hips as she kept up her rubbing.

“Almost every time.” She was so wet.

“And when you fuck me in your dreams, where do we do it?” The real answer was “everywhere.” Her bed, my bed, bathrooms. Kitchen sink. In her backyard. In my garage. There was no place I looked where I couldn’t see us having sex.

Instead I gave her the answer I knew she was looking for, as she slid up higher on my dick. And it was an honest one, being one of my favorites. I grabbed her as and pulled her up to where she needed to be so that I could slip inside of her. “Right here.” She came down on it hard and attacked my mouth. She rocked her hips back and forth while our tongues wrestled. Her pussy was so hot! Was she really going to make me bust again that fast?

She pulled away and slowed down. Thank God! “Is this better than my mouth?” I nodded to her, playing the game in my head to will myself into lasting longer, but her slowing only meant she took me deeper. “Is this better than my hand?” I nodded a little more frantic this time. She whispered. “Is this better than when I made you shoot all over my titties?” Why was everything she said so erotic? I nodded again feeling like I was on the brink. “And in all those dreams and fantasies, did you ever imagine my pussy would feel this good?” She descended on me again, biting her lip while she swirled me inside of her.

I tried to slow her down, but her powerful legs kept her moving. I had pride. I didn’t want her to finish me off that fast. And at the same time I wanted to fill her with everything I had left in me. “Lisa.”

Another deep plunge and a moan from her. “I love hearing you say my name. But that not what I’m looking for right now.” She leaned in close and breathed into my face, “I asked you a question, boy.”

The scent of her milk on her breath made me want to kiss her again but I answered. “No Lisa. Nothing compares to what you are doing to me right now. You made my dreams come true.”

“Well,” she said as she rose off of my throbbing hard on. “Not all of them.” She lifted her left breast up to my mouth, giving me the thing I had been craving most. Her sweet cream poured out of her erect nipple and I sucked it down like I had been rescued from a desert. I reach up to knead her tits while I drank from her all the while she played with her other tit. I sucked and played with her giant nipple, coaxing more of her delicious treat out. She was so sweet and perfect. I bit and I nibbled on her making her gasp and swear at me. She began drinking herself, moaning and panting every time her tit left her lips.

I don’t know how long she let that go on before she decided it was time to finish. She slid me back inside of her and rode me hard. Sucking was no longer an option, but I filled my hands with her heavy tits, holding them as she went to work on me. She took my hands after a bit, intertwining our fingers and using that to get better leverage for her movement. Then she threw my hands to the side to show off for a moment with hands qbove her head, her slick pendulous bosom swinging with every hump. She came back down and held my face to her chest with a hand behind my neck. I gripped her waist while we both panted and wheezed until we climaxed. We held each other during our convulsions, her still trying to slowly milk every drop out of my dick.

“I love you,” I heard her say. How much I had wanted to hear those words.

I looked up into her face, damp with sweat, hair tossed askew, the twinkling jewels that were her eyes. “And I love you.” We kissed, our wet bodies ignoring the post orgasmic chill. At last, I had made love to the woman of my dreams. And why had we waited so long? These weren’t new emotions for either of us. Just finally pushing fear out of the way so that we could allow ourselves to acknowledge what we were really feeling. And that felt truly amazing.

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