by T West
Marie sat at her desk, holding her stomach with one hand. I could not have gotten pregnant in the span of one week, right? She had not been with anybody else before Marcus for about two years. Whatever had happened in the strange barn in Dary Town, it had only been a dream.
She took the test.
She was pregnant.
“What the fuck!? I’m pregnant?” Marie shrieked.
She jumped up and held her stomach with both her hands, the pregnancy test kit clattering to the floor.
How could Marcus impregnated me in the span of one week? Is it even possible? Afraid for her and her new baby’s safety, she turned off her phone and packed some essentials before leaving her house and driving out of the city. She drove around aimlessly before she left the outskirts of the city and began heading out on the dirt highway road to find Dary Town again. She had to know—had she been impregnated by the strange man with the deep violet eyes?
All the time on the drive, she was scared. She felt that the man in the barn had been the one to impregnate her, but she wasn’t sure. She was hoping that it was Marcus who had impregnated her, but a nagging feeling inside her gut told her that it had been the man with the violet eyes. As she passed a signpost saying ‘Dary Town, 200 meters’, she accelerated and drove around the small town, looking for the same barn. After a few minutes, she found it. Rushing out of her car, she threw open the barn door and was greeted again by the man lying at her feet face down like he had been one month ago. As she looked around the barn, she saw that there were no cows. Instead, a huge four poster bed stood ominously in the centre.
The man slowly rose to his feet and Marie’s mouth and throat dried as she saw that he was holding a large, realistic-looking plastic dildo in one hand and a tranny-porn DVD in the other. A bottle of massage oil was protruding from his hip pocket.
Things were about to get wild.
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Steamy Erotica Story 19
S ince Annabel had her baby, her sex life had dwindled to say the least. Mark, her husband, still made love to her, but much less regularly. It went from being pretty much every day to being more like once every three weeks. The positions that used to be adventurous just turned into missionary, when it used to be loads of doggy and reverse cowgirl.
For a woman in her mid-30s Annabel was in great shape. She didn't have to work too hard for it as she was naturally curvaceous with a flat stomach. The extra hours that she did put in in the gym definitely paid off, and she loved the feeling of being checked out by random guys that she passed in the street. The one big difference in her body since she had her baby was that her breasts were much larger, and they were of course still full of milk as she was still breastfeeding at least once a day. In fact, her breasts were so full of milk that she had to get rid of her excess milk herself. But they still looked great - being large and firm with huge nipples that stuck out like pink bullets. Not only did they look great but they were also extra sensitive and extremely sensual to the touch.
But there was something about Mark's reaction to them that pissed her off slightly. He didn't seem interested in the slightest, almost to the point where he would complain about them showing through her clothing. Mark wasn’t a big ‘nipple guy’. He would always leave early for work whilst Annabel stayed home with the baby. This wouldn't be forever as she would go back to work in a couple of months, but for now she was enjoying being a stay home mum and nurturing her young one.
Every morning the milkman would stop by. He was a nice guy, and they would always have a chat. Annabel couldn't help but notice that his eyes would wander down towards her large breasts. His eyes would always be on them, and Annabel couldn't really fault him as her nipples always did seem to be standing up and showing as she rarely wore a bra. Something slightly embarrassing would happen to Annabel on occasion, and that was that her breasts would ooze milk, to the point where there would be to damp patches on her thin T-shirt.
One morning when talking to the milkman, she glanced down at her own breasts where his eyes were gazing, and embarrassingly she noticed the wet patches.
“I’m sorry… I have too much,” Annabel try to explain.
“There's no need to explain”, the milkman said, “it’s my lucky day.” He smiled. Just then the baby wailed out, so Annabel said goodbye to the milkman and said that she would see him tomorrow.
Just when the baby was settled, Annabel felt an arousing sensation overcome her body. She felt so good and turned-on that the milkman had commented on her lactating tits. She changed her slightly wet T-shirt and as she did so she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window. Her nipples seemed larger than ever, sticking out like two pointed pink arrows. She gently caressed them with her fingers and as she traced her hand up and down the contours of her full breasts her nipples became harder still.
The milk began to leak from her nipples and run down the circular contours of her round breasts. Annabel kept rubbing and squeezing her big tits, her hands becoming wet and white as the milk leaked down in-between her fingers, as she felt an erotic sensation creeping down and culminating in her hardening nub. She was at the point of no return. Her hand instinctively went down, undid her jeans and delved into her white panties, and she began to play with her aching pussy.
Her pussy was already juicing up but the added lubrication of the milk on her fingers was giving her amazing pleasure as she flicked her bean from side to side. Her other hand was still up on her right breast. The combination of her lactating tit and her masturbating hand made her body shake with intense waves of pleasure. She tugged her nipples harder, sending little jets of white milk out onto the carpet below, as her hand furiously dallied with her tight snatch. Her panties were becoming not just wet but soaked with her pre-squirt love juice, and she began moaning and crying out while she sent herself over the edge - achieving a juddering, slightly guilty orgasm as the image of the milkman flashed through her mind. She lifted her fingers to her lips and tasted her amber nectar, and she was surprised at how sweet and nice the combination tasted. After a cool, refreshing shower she had to get rid of what was left in her tits by squirting it down the plughole.
In bed later on that night, Mark was reading the papers. Annabel tried to discuss their sex life (or lack thereof) but Mark didn't seem interested. “At least we still have sex”, he told her.
Yeah but how often , Annabel thought as she turned her back to him and shut her eyes. A mischievous smile decorated her lips, as she knew that her thoughts and emotions ran so much deeper than anything Mark could ever comprehend.
The next day Mark went to the office as usual and Annabel couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed and sexually frustrated. The baby was sleeping soundly in his crib having his afternoon nap, and she changed into a tight fitting top that with one size too small, bra-less. She decided against wearing jeans, and put on a short skirt instead, over a black thong. She smiled, as she liked the way the simple act of just changing her clothes changed her emotions.
Gazing into the mirror she really liked what she saw, as her full breasts pressed aggressively against the tight restraint of the material. Her stomach looked flat and her nipples looked angry. The milkman is a bit late today . No sooner had she thought the thought than she heard the bell ring. She jogged down the stairs, her voluptuous breasts bouncing and jiggling enthusiastically. She knew that the milkman always viewed her as a sexy woman and not just a baby making machine.
She answered the door, and the pair exchanged pleasantries. Feeling brave, Annabel asked something that she’d never asked before. “Would you like to come in for a coffee?”
The milkman looked at her almost in disbelief, and paused for a second. “Sure, that would be great.”
She breathed a deep sigh of relief, as the feeling of rejection would have been far worse for her to take than the slight guilt she may be feeling. After all, they were just going to have a coffee, that was all. She just needed a bit of company, but perhaps she was asking for trouble.
In the kitchen, the coffee had brewed and as Annabel poured she asked, “Milk?”
“Absolutely”, replied the milkman. “I’ll have mine squeezed.”
Annabel felt her cheeks becoming red at his remark, and even more so given that he was glancing down at her melonous tits. With every intake of breath her breasts seemed to inflate further.
“You said you have excess milk?” He asked.
“Yes, that's right.” Her excitement grew, and naturally her milk started to leak out.
“Let me see”, the milkman asked, purposefully. “Let me see your milk, please.”
She was unsure how to react at this point - her mind was saying no, but her frustrated coochie with saying yes.
“Well?” he asked again, even more directly. Annabel lifted her tight top up over her full breasts and the material sat peacefully atop the globe-like spheres.
“Wow,” he said. “They are truly remarkable. Amazing breasts. And they look full enough to fill my whole milk float.”
The milkman stepped towards her and reaching down he cupped her left breast. Shivers of excitement flew down Annabel's spine and she glanced up nervously, looking into his eyes.
“How do they taste?” he asked.
“Well, it's hard to explain. Why not try some yourself?” And then, feeling brave, “straight from the cow’s udder.”
The masculine milkman lent down and outstretched his neck. He opened his mouth and out darted his long tongue, which inquisitively flicked her nipple from left to right. Her breathing deepened, as she perused what this randy milkman was doing. His lips opened and he gently started to suckle on her erect nipple, and she suddenly remembered how great it felt to have a grown man sucking on her fleshy globes.
“Delicious,” he complimented, and Annabel could sense that the milkman had much more in mind the just the gentle sucking, as his mouth now tightened around her hard nipple, greedily slurping.
“I want to milk you,” he said in a demanding tone. “Don't worry, I'm a pro.”
Annabel outstretched her arms, as he pulled the top up and over her head, letting her full breasts sway freely. Seizing the moment, Annabel dropped her skirt to her feet and stepped out of it, now completely naked apart from her black thong. Knowing what needed to be done, Annabel got on her knees, then got on all fours like a wild animal. God, I need a milking , Annabel thought, and this is just the man for the job .
He went over to the cupboard and got out a tall thin glass before placing it under her heaving bosoms. She knew that this felt so naughty, so wrong and yet so right. The milkman kneeled next to her and reached out, holding her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He proceeded to pull downwards on her erect nipple, and naturally the milk started to flow, squirting down in voluminous ribbons into the awaiting glass. Annabel thought twice about this, and wondered if maybe she should stop him, but the tingling in her juiced-up flange was preventing her. She was actually loving this.
“That's it, good girl,” the milkman said, and she couldn't help but feel that he was referring to a human cow. With one hand still firmly milking her left breast, his other hand reached round the back and felt between her buttocks. He began to grip and caress her ass-cheeks, playfully squeezing them as she felt her pussy wetting further against the cotton of her underwear. His hand grabbed hold of the thin material and he pulled it down to her knees, as she kneeled there ready and waiting like a bitch in heat.
His fingers traced their way round the front to her awaiting flower, and his index finger delved inside her puffy labia. His milking hand moved to her right tit, and he proceeded to milk rhythmically. The milk from that tit started to flow too, and the milkman aimed slightly to the left so it would get the glass. It was a valiant attempt, but quite a lot missed and splashed against the tiled kitchen floor. The sensation of being fingered and milked simultaneously was almost too much for Annabel to take and she bit her lip in an earnest effort to prevent herself from cumming.
Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, the milkman withdrew his finger from her soaking gash and crawled round behind her. She heard his trousers unzip and felt the smooth end of his bell press against her round rump. Although Annabel couldn't see his penis from her vantage point, she could absolutely feel that he was larger than average, and certainly a lot larger than Mark. She spread her legs and arched her back further, welcoming the rigid tool to penetrate her. Without any warning, the milkman plunged his rampant rod deep inside her welcoming love-tunnel, balls deep. In extreme ecstatic bliss, Annabel screamed out as her natural juices enveloped the milkman's probing phallus.
Leaning forward, the milkman reached around and cupped both her full fleshy tits, squeezing them and flicking the nipples with his fingers. Once again the milk began to flow, as his rod remained balls deep inside her. This time he wasn't aiming as this would have been too hard a task, but instead he milked down furiously in a sober attempt to release all the white fluid from the fleshy melons. Annabel couldn't help herself from cumming and she cried out wildly, squirting backwards all the way down his shaft, soaking his balls and splashing against his hairy thighs. The tight grip of her vaginal sphincter clamped down with orgasmic force against his rigid shaft and the milkman moaned out in a pleasure/pain combination as his balls tightened.
“Wait,” Annabel instructed to the milkman. “Don’t shoot your load yet.”
“Oh, I won't. Don't you worry about that. My balls are ready but I can hold on.” And with that he withdrew his penis from her still spasming pussy and pressed his bell-end up against her inviting bum-hole.
“God you’re tight,” he said, referring to her anal pucker. “Let's do something about that.”
Getting on his hands and knees in a similar fashion to how Annabel was, he pressed his face up in-between her bum-cheeks. Using his milky fingers, he parted her fleshy globes revealing her tight winking starfish. Still wet with milk residue on the tip, his tongue flicked out and began to purposefully tongue-fuck her tightest sphincter. He bobbed his head up and down as if bobbing for apples, gently slipping his tongue further and further into her awaiting anus. Her pucker welcomed him encouragingly, and began to almost suck his tongue into her backdoor. The walls of her rectum clamped down on his probing muscle as he rampantly tongued her in the bunghole.
“God that feels great,” Annabel shrieked, fully enjoying the anal tongue probing by the rampant milkman. She reached down and instinctively started to play with her still-soaked gash, tracing her finger up and down the folds of her labia and playfully touching her still burning clit.
The milkman withdrew his tongue from her tight pucker and started to push his throbbing bell-end against her now-ready back entrance. This time his bell-end slid in easily, popping in just past the helmet. The milkman got two inches further as Annabel shrieked in pain at the penetration, but also extremely aroused and still furiously rubbing her tingling pussy. Without any warning, he plunged balls deep inside her tight sphincter as he grabbed her hips, squeezing her fleshy mounds as he rocked his hips back and forth, his balls tightening further as he impaled her anus fully.
Annabel supported her weight on her elbows and squeezed her own tits as she began to milk her own nipples. Her melons squirted copious amounts of thick creamy milk all over the kitchen floor, creating small puddles of white.
“Get up on your feet,” Annabel instructed, now taking charge. The milkman didn't have to be asked twice as he rose to his feet. Standing either side of her parted legs, while still impaling her fully, he screwed her ‘up & over’. He gripped onto her long flowing hair as he bounced his balls off her ass, making an audible slap. She was being ridden like an animal, with her hair pulled back, whilst squirting creamy milk and being anally drilled by this rampant man. Her big fleshy ass-cheeks jiggled as he buggered her deeply, and she felt his shaven nuts tighten - so tight that she could sense he was close to exploding.
“Wait stop, don't come in me, I’ve got a better idea,” and with that she felt the
milkman withdraw from her violated tulip. As the pair got to their feet, she pushed him down onto the kitchen counter so he was sitting atop the surface, his feet dangling beneath him and his erect penis sticking up in the air. This was the first time she had full sight of his cock, and she admired how magnificent it was. It was 8.5 inches in length, thick, with a big shiny purple bell, and big manly balls.
She stood between his legs and leaned in, allowing his huge member to be enveloped between her fleshy bosoms. When he was snugly tucked inside, she began to bounce, massaging her huge breasts up-and-down the length of his shaft, wanking him with her tits. Milk was still trickling from her nipples, and the fleshy globes of her melons were shiny with the white residue. This applied great lubrication to the erect member, as his foreskin was pulled up-and-down over his big purple bell-end, and she admired the pre-cum beginning to ooze out of his helmet-slit.
Annabel was doing half squats in a sincere attempt to release the seminal fluid from the milkman's frustrated ball sacks. This was too much for him to take, and he moaned out loudly as he came, ejaculating his spunky jizz right up in the air like a fountain. It splashed down in creamy ribbons, soaking her tits and mixing with the milk. Craning her neck down, she opened her mouth and sucked the remaining spurts of cum from his ejaculating knob, slurping it down enthusiastically.
“Crikey, that was good,” she told him as she squeezed the last drops of post-cum out of his now-becoming-flaccid member and stroking his drained nuts. “You’d better go… but that was great. Really fun.”
Fully satisfied, the milkman put on his boxers and trousers. He unscrewed the cap from one of his glass milk bottles and placed it under one of Annabel’s nipples. Tugging firmly, he squeezed a jet of her milk into the bottle, filling it almost to the brim. “Cheers. This is for your neighbors. See you tomorrow.” He headed for the door as they exchanged a smile.
