“Open up like a good boy and I’ll show you,” she purred. He licked his lips and leaned in, a look of gorgeous, innocent uncertainty written on his face. She stroked his hair more, pulling his face closer to her dripping nipple. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Ohhh!”
The heat of his mouth closing over her nipple made her cry out in ecstasy. It felt like her nipple was melting like a chocolate kiss, becoming liquid on his soft, smooth tongue. Little Roddy the neighbor boy was on his knees suckling her big, milky tit, his face crushed against it as he slipped his arms around her curvy body.
“Yes… oh, yes, Roddy. Good boy. Oh, what a good boy!” she cooed at him as she pulled him closer and closer, forcing this face harder against her breast. His tongue swirled endlessly around her nipple, batting it softly before pushing against the base to work out the milk.
He pulled free with an audible sucking sound as milk dribbled down his chin. “Am I doing it right?” he asked as he pressed her tits together and grabbed onto the other nipple, giving it a long, hard suck. “Tell me.”
“You’re so good, baby,” she purred as he looked into her eyes. “Stick it in… yeah, like that. Good boy! Now squeeze my tit softly—ohhh ohhh!—yes, yes. Like that, baby. Oh, that’s so good! Suck a little harder. Mmm…”
“It tastes so good.” He pushed harder between her legs, forcing his hard cock against her inflamed pussy. She ground against him, rubbing her bulging clit against his rock-hard bulge. “So good, mommy.”
Mommy. Melodie moaned and wrapped her leg around the boy, pinning him against her. She was on fire, burning up with her desire to feel the boy inside her. She slipped her hand down and pulled him free, filling her palm with his hot, thick meat. He shuddered and thrust into her hand. It was a reflex. An overwhelming urge.
“Mommy wants you, Roddy. Do you want her, too?”
He nodded, never letting go of her tits. He lifted his body and flexed his core, thrusting into her hand. Pre-cum dribbled from his sleek head, lubing up her hand as he fucked it. She opened her legs to him, pulling his hips to meet hers. His cock slid and slipped in the copious slick juices welling up in her slit.
“You’re so wet,” he gasped when his cock touched her sopping wet entrance. “God, that’s so hot. So hot, mommy.”
“Mommy needs you to fuck her now, Roddy. Like a good boy.” She was shaking all over as she begged the hot young man to bury his cock inside her, to pump her full of his hot cum. She lifted her hips, pressing his cock against her entrance.
The pillowy, soft lips of her pussy parted to accept him. He slid past her entrance, stretching her out until he was inside her, snug as a hand in a glove. Melodie cried out and pulled him harder and harder against her, forcing him as deep as he’d go. He never stopped suckling her sweet, wet nipples, even when he groaned with pleasure at the feel of her hot, wet insides.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped when she squeezed him tight. “You’re so tight. Goddamn.”
She smiled and rolled her hips against him, rubbing her clit against him as he suckled her milk. She felt so complete. So utterly aroused and stimulated. It was everything she’d ever wanted to be nursed and fucked, especially by this inexperienced young man.
“Fuck me, honey. Make mommy cum. Mmmm…”
Their bodies moved together, finding the perfect rhythm of sucking and thrusting. Roddy drove into her, thrusting his thick, hot cock into her like a piston. Sweat and pool water dripped from him and mingled with the milk dripping from her nipples. Roddy gripped her tits by the root, using them as handles as he fucked her hard, making her whole body jiggle.
“That’s it, baby. Oh, that’s it. Fuck me… fuck mommy with that big, fat cock!”
She gripped the boy, working her hips against him as he drained her dry. Her clit was pulsing like crazy, sending shooters of electricity up her spine. She was nearing the edge, but she never wanted this to end. The chair creaked and groaned under the combined weight of their bodies and the frantic, rhythmic thrusting of the boy’s hips.
“That’s it! Oh, don’t stop!” she cried out. He gripped her tits and forced them together, releasing a torrent of milk all over her. It slid down onto her pussy, lubing his cock as he drove into her.
Melodie slipped her hand down and pressed her stiff clit against his cock as he rolled his hips against her. He was buried up to the balls, locked in place by the swell of his cock inside her. He grunted as he pounded her, his pace getting faster and faster and faster. Melodie’s who body tensed up like a fist around his cock as she started to cum.
“Ooohhhh!” she moaned long and low as the sensation of his mouth on her nipple and the constant friction on her clit set her off like a firecracker. Wave after wave of orgasmic energy shot through her, making her jerk and shudder. Her hips flexed and rocked as he maintained his pace. Milk spewed out, filling his mouth and splashing all over his bronzed chest.
“Oh, fuck! Oh goddamn!” he grunted as he licked milk from his lips. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck!”
He plunged all the way in as he exploded inside her. Melodie gripped him, pulling him closer, forcing his seed deeper inside. He cried out and groaned as his hips rolled with each orgasmic burst. She was still cumming, still rubbing her clit against him, wringing out every last bit of lust from her body as the milk gushed out all hot and creamy on her belly.
“Oh, Roddy… that was amazing. You feel so good inside me.” She smiled and kissed the boy, tasting her milk on his lips.
“So do you. I—I had no idea.” He shook his head and pulled free, leaving her empty and dripping. He rubbed his hand through his hair and smiled at her before leaning in again.
“What do you mean?” she laughed as she sat up and dabbed her milk-beaded skin with a towel. He was grinning ear to ear, his cheeks flushed bright red. “You don’t mean…”
There’s no way he was a virgin, she thought incredulously as she stared into his face. “No way.”
“Yep.” He stood and pulled up his swim trunks. “I can’t believe I waited so long, but I’m glad I did. I’ve wanted you since my freshman year.”
“Really?” Melodie grinned too as she stood up and wrapped her arms around the boy. He buried his face in her tits and inhaled the milky-soft scent of her skin.
“Yeah. All I’d think about was how much I wanted you. All my friends would say ‘She’s old enough to be your mom’. I mean, it’s true. But I didn’t care.”
She held him close and kissed him again and again. The milk and cum and sweat and pool water was drying on them, and she wanted to get clean. To clean him.
“Come with me, baby.” Melodie led the boy down the hall to the big, clean bathroom at the end. She drew a tub of warm water and got in, pulling him in after her. Softly scented bubbles floated on the surface as they sank beneath the water.
“Mmm, this is nice,” he said as he leaned his head against her lush, pillowy tits. He nuzzled her, taking her nipple into his mouth as she pushed warm water over his body. He suckled her softly, taking soft sips, totally lost in the taste of her milk.
“Good boy,” she whispered as he suckled her. “Good boy.”
THE END
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I. Rochelle’s Cream
“Mm, baby, I’ve missed you,” purred my husband Max as he nuzzled my neck. I shivered all over, my heart skipping a beat as he kissed me softly where my neck met my shoulder.
“I’ve missed you, too.” My breath was a hot whisper in the quiet hallway. He’d been gone on business for weeks and was finally home. With the baby asleep and no family in town, it was the first time we’d been alone in ages. His body sank into mine, pressing my big, milky tits a little too hard. I wanted to wriggle away, to alleviate the pressure on my cream-filled ducts, but I couldn’t. He felt too good.
His hands slipped down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing it hard as he pressed me against the wall. I opened my thighs to him, beckoning him between my legs where I ached so bad for him I thought I’d go crazy. He pressed into me, his eager cock all hard and hot against my mound.
His mouth met mine in a fury of kissing, his tongue and lips devouring me hungrily. I arched against him, pressing and rocking my hips against his, honey spilling from me like molten lava. The only sound was our breathing and gasps, the electric crackle of our bodies coming together in the dim hall.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he gasped when his hand slipped up and found my pussy, sopping wet and swollen. I shivered and stifled a gasp when he touched me there, stroking my sex with skilled fingers. “This is all I thought about… all those weeks.”
I bit my lip as his fingers slipped inside my panties and stroked my freshly shaved lips, making me bristle. My nipples throbbed, too, and I knew that milk was on the way. Just wait until afterward, I begged my body silently. Don’t leak until he makes you cum. It’d been so long I was dying to feel another body against mine, wringing pleasure from me. Sure, I took care of my constant horniness at least twice a day, but it was different with another person. More primal.
“Fuck me, baby,” I panted in a quiet voice, mindful of the baby sleeping just feet away. I filled my palm with the heft of his erection, squeezing it firmly as I stared into his eyes. “Stick that big, hard cock in me… make me cum.”
“God, Rochelle,” he groaned as he fumbled with his belt and eased down his fly, releasing his rock-hard meat.
It sought my entrance like a heat-seeking missile, slipping in my juices and sliding with delicious friction against my clit. The feel of him against me like that sent a jolt of pleasure pinging through my body, waking up long-dormant nerves and sending a surge of milk to my breasts. I felt the first little gush soak the cotton pads inside my bra, but I tried to ignore it.
“Come on, baby. Come on,” I commanded him in a low voice, pulling him hard against me. “Fuck me, baby.”
His cock pressed against my slit as he forged a path inside, filling me up with his heat. I moaned into his mouth as he slide deeper and deeper inside, plumbing my depths as he kissed me long and deep. There was a little soreness inside, but it was burned away by the soul-shaking pleasure of being filled up. I gripped him hard, pulling him deeper and deeper, sating my body’s need for wholeness.
He pressed his face against my neck and groaned as he bottomed out, his cock pulsing deep, deep inside. My body melted against him, my pussy throbbing and aching at the feel of his manhood buried up to the hilt inside. I rocked my hips, stimulating my clit as he kissed my neck and chest.
“Goddamn, you feel so good, Roch,” he grunted as he pulled out a little, leaving me moaning at the sudden emptiness. He thrust in again, finding the right rhythm. It struck me in all the right spots and before long, I was spiraling up, up, up toward oblivion.
“Fuck me… oh, god, that’s good,” I murmured in his ear as we clumsily, passionately fucked in the empty hallway, driving our bodies together with frenetic rhythm.
The pleasure arcing through me sent another flood of cream gushing from my tits, soaking my nipple pads to the point of saturation. I shuddered as my nipples went hard, spurting milk into my bra until it was soaked and droplets slid down my belly.
Max gripped me hard, lifting off the floor as he took me, oblivious to the milk gushing from me. He felt so good inside I could hardly stand it, but some part of me wanted him to latch on and drink, to nurse me as his cock plunged in and out like a well-oiled piston.
“Let me see them,” he grunted as he pressed all the way inside, his cock pulsing. He always loved my tits, and was especially fond of them since I started lactating, since they got all huge and round… but he wasn’t crazy about the actual milk. “I won’t touch them, don’t worry.”
Worry? That’s all I wanted him to do, but he wasn’t a fan of my milk. He said it made him feel weird, nursing me like a baby.
He pushed my top up to reveal my huge, milky mounds in their sturdy bra. The look on his face—the pure, raw lust—made my pussy clench and tremble, and I started to work my hips against him, grinding him slow and steady as he gripped my hips.
My eyes flitted from his face down to my tits. I loved to watch them sway and jiggle as he fucked me. Is it weird to get turned on by your own body? I didn’t care anymore, the pleasure was so great. I pushed down my bra so my tits were hoisted up atop the fabric, on display.
Max gasped and bit his lip, his eyes latching onto my nipples as hard as any mouth as he fucked me harder and faster. My tits bounced with each hard thrust, forcing beads of milk from the tip. I wanted his mouth on them, sucking and licking my milky nipples as his cock pounded into me, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t.
“Oh, fuck baby, I’m cumming,” he groaned as his thrusts got faster and shallower. My hips moved to meet him, bucking and flicking as milk dripped and dripped from my nipples.
“Mmmm,” I moaned into his ear as I started to ascend, as the heat and friction of his cock sent me soaring. I cried out as I came, as my pussy clenched around his big, fleshy rod and my clit pulsed. Milk spewed from me, raining creamy white droplets all over his open mouth. “Oh… Max!”
He took no mind of my creamy payload, he just kept thrusting until he exploded inside me, filling me with his hot seed. It piped into me until it overflowed and slid down my trembling thighs. He gripped me hard, forcing the sticky fluid deep, deep inside as my milk spurted out with the rhythm of my orgasm.
“Oh, god,” I whispered as my orgasm subsided, as he came to rest in my deepest depths. “That was…”
“Mm, I know, baby. I missed you.” He kissed me softly then licked his lips, a weird look on his face. He wiped off a bit of my milk, then wiped off his finger on his shirt. “But I won’t miss this when it’s gone.”
I stood on wobbly legs as he pulled free, cupping my hands over my massive tits as if to hide the milk dripping like crazy from my nipples. I won’t lie, it hurt hearing him say he didn’t like my milk. It was a miracle. A gift. And it had changed me. It made my hunger stronger, my lust
practically unquenchable. All I wanted was for him to want it, to lust after nursing me as strongly as I lusted to be nursed.
“Sorry,” I whispered stupidly as I buttoned my top. “I—I tried to pump it all before you got home. I—”
“Oh, hush,” he said tenderly as he slipped his arms around me and held me close. Even when I was angry with him, I always melted at his touch. “You have nothing to apologize for… it’s natural. It just… I dunno, it weirds me out a little.”
Once he was gone for the day, I kicked back in my rocking chair while the baby slept and latched the pump onto my still-dripping nipple. The rhythmic sucking sent me into a trance. My eyes fluttered shut and I rode the swelling, cresting waves of pleasure as the milk was drawn from me. I should have finished up as fast as possible and started cleaning up the house, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop. I knew there were dishes in the sink and dust on the window blinds that needed cleaning, but fuck that.
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