My neighbour moved now so that he was behind me and I knew he was undoing his trouser zip to release his penis. I tried to say ‘no’ but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. My body was saying ‘yes.’
His cock was against my buttocks and I made myself available by spreading my legs. He was at the entrance to my vagina and before I could do anything was inside me right up to the hilt. I screamed out, not in pain but with shear pleasure.
His hands again made their way to my full tits and nipples and he started to ‘milk me’, his cock remained deep inside me. As the milk squirted from my tits, over his hands and onto my naked body I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shuddered to an almighty orgasm. As I did so he started to move his cock in and out of my slippery cunt.
“Don’t cum inside me,” I was able to say, though my body wanted to be fucked hard and long. His thrusting penis was now pounding into me. He was giving me his full length over and over.
Suddenly he ordered, “On your back quickly”.
I turned round as best I could and he was sitting astride my waist, his hand pumping his cock. It looked enormous, the head red and shinning with my juices. His face screwed up and he exploded his cum over my tits, the spunk was mixing with the white of my milk. His ejaculations spurted over my nipples and some reached my face. Finally he was done and he squeezed the last few drops from his cock.
I lay there breathless and with disbelief at what I had allowed to happen.
He stood up leaving me on the floor, naked and dripping with sperm and milk.
“You’d better go,” I said quietly, and he did.
I struggled to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. I poured hot water into the sink and began to wash my tits, the foam of the soap taking away the remains of my sexual encounter. The trouble was that the massaging and sensation of the water was making me sexy again. As I wiped away the soap I could see my nipples were swollen and needed attention. I pulled them hard looking at the length to which they stretched. I’d never seen them so large and wanting.
God, I was like a sex machine, My hand was soon down to my pussy and pushing inside as far as I could. I wanted it all inside me. I needed to be fucked again. My hand was moving faster until I felt my cunt spasm hard as I came, my juices shooting out of me and onto my thighs.
“What is wrong with me?” I pleaded. Asking no one in particular.
I tried to take deep breaths to control myself and to calm down from my sexual highs.
I could hear my baby begin to stir through my intercom. I smiled to myself, “Well I’ve been a dirty cow and now it’s back to motherhood.”
I wondered if anything would ever be the same again. I didn’t think it would.
Milk My Full Breasts, Please Ch. 02
The following story continues from a previous one, of the same name, but I have tried to make it self contained. This is about an experience of a work colleague which I have written as if she is telling her story – with a little literary licence!
Following my experience with my neighbour my mind was in a turmoil. I really enjoyed what had happened but felt guilty for being unfaithful to my husband.
It may seem silly but I decided the only option, to give me peace of mind, was to confess what I had done – well some of it at least.
I decided to tell my husband about displaying my milk filled tits to our neighbour and how I let him fondle and suck them. I wasn’t, however, going to admit that I let him fuck me as well.
So that evening, when were in bed, I plucked up courage and whispered my confession. I waited for what I imagined would be an onslaught of anger. But there wasn’t any.
In a quiet, controlled voice my husband simply said, “Tell me what happened again, and give me the full details.”
I took a deep breath and told of how, when my neighbour called, I lifted my top to show off my engorged breasts and nipples and how milk was leaking from them and trickling down my chest. I went into as much detail as I dared. I felt my husband move closer towards me and I was shocked to feel that he had an erection. His cock was pushing against my thigh, my words were actually turning him on.
I continued my story and began to feel sexually stimulated myself. Suddenly my husband groaned and I could feel that his cock was pumping spunk onto my bare thighs and bottom. I turned towards him and we kissed, our tongues tasting each others excitement. I reached for his sticky cock with my hand and could feel that the hardness was already returning.
“Keep telling me what happened,” he said.
I told him how I knelt on the floor, like a cow, so that I could be milked and how this made me orgasm powerfully. By now my husband’s cock was rock hard and he climbed on top of me forcing his way into my cunt. I was slippery with desire and he was soon deep within my velvet walls. I lifted my legs wide and upwards around his waist. I wanted him to pound into me and fill me fully with his cock and then his cum.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I was crying out, “Deeper, harder.”
I could feel my tits begin to swell and I grabbed them hard, pulling on the extended nipples until I flowed with milk. My cunt was grabbing onto his cock as he pushed into me harder, almost viciously, and I orgasmed with an almighty shout of release.
My pussy was red hot inside as my husband began to ejaculate. I was banging my heels on his bottom wanting him deeper and deeper. I wanted to overflow with cum and let it gush out of me, just like my tits were flowing with milk. I was on fire, a sexual object. At that moment I would have sexually done absolutely anything.
We fell asleep and when I awoke in the morning my husband had already left for his work. I showered and looked at my body and liked what I saw: my flat tummy, slim waist and enormous nipples on my full, rounded breasts.
For the rest of the day I was on the sexual edge, feeling horny and yet trying to hold back until my husband arrived home. I was also apprehensive about how he would react in the cold light of day. Would he still be stimulated by what I had told him or would he now be disgusted with me?
Finally my husband returned in the evening and said nothing about the previous night until we were in bed.
He stuttered a little and then said in a very unsure way, “Do you think you should invite our neighbour in again? When I’m home, of course.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” he answered, “I want to see him looking at your tits and … and … and it turns me on thinking about it.”
After a long, passionate fuck it was decided that on Saturday afternoon we would ask my mother to look after our baby and then we’d ask our neighbour to come round.
When Saturday arrived I felt nervous and excited at the same time. My husband said he wanted to choose the clothes I was to wear and so, after a shower, I walked into the bedroom to see what he had picked.
Firstly there was a shortish silky skirt and he’d bought me a new g-string to wear underneath. It was tiny and barely covered my pubic mound. There were thin, string like side ties. To cover my tits there was a small, thin cardigan style top. It was really meant to be worn over another garment, but not today. The neckline was very low and when I put it on, without a bra, my breasts were very nearly exposed.
I purposely hadn’t expressed any milk from my tits so they were aching and very full. My nipples were standing out through the material of my cardigan. I looked into the mirror and was instantly turned on, especially by my breasts.