Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  Clare could only watch quietly through the tiny gap between her breasts, her breath coming hard and fast, as Tyler’s head moved further down. His wide, warm tongue danced at the base of her pussy, pressed in, and then slid upward in a masterful stroke. He swirled wetness around her clit, then dropped down for another pass.

  “Oh Goooddddddd,” Clare groaned. She couldn’t help it. She made noises she only made in her dreams, harsh moans and frantic whimpers as Tyler opened his mouth wide and sucked on her pussy lips like he’d fed at her nipples. It was like a huge, hot, vacuum pulling gently, sucking the slickness from her. She felt like she was draining raw lust right into his mouth.

  Tyler’s tongue surged deeper and deeper, and then withdrew. His hands kept working Clare’s breasts in slow circles, keeping all of her most sensitive areas at the peak of ecstasy.

  Clare, as if she was miles away, heard herself moaning “Please” over and over. Tyler tongued her until her entire lower body shook. Then, as if he’d also reached a point of no return, he stood quickly.

  Tyler struggled with his pants. Clare shoved his hands aside and, in a quick move, unbuttoned and unzipped them. She yanked his jeans and boxers all the way down his thighs as she stepped out of her shorts and dropped to her knees.

  Tyler’s cock flipped up and knocked against her chin. Clare laughed, half-giddy and half-stunned. He was huge.

  Clare perched on her knees and stared up at Tyler. His legs flexed as he leaned his weight left then right. His abs were tense and rippled, his chest shiny with sweat and milk.

  “Water polo, huh?” Clare murmured. “I’ll have to start watching that.”

  She slid her hands up the inside of Tyler’s legs until she clasped her fingers around his thick and rigid shaft. He had a neat thatch of dark hair at the base and balls. His cockhead was a deep purple, skin already pulled tight and shiny.

  Clare pressed her lips to Tyler’s tip in a light kiss, teasing him with feathery pecks like he’d teased her earlier. Tyler sighed and reached down to stroke her hair. Clare opened her mouth slightly, taking him in slowly, and began to suck on his cock.

  It was primal. Tyler’s heat and sweat and musk triggered something deep inside. Clare felt her body respond, sweat forming at her temples and cooling her lower back, her own juices flowing even faster as whatever endorphins and pheromones coursed between them took hold. She opened wide and pushed hard on Tyler’s cock, feeling his girth stretch her jaw until the muscles ached. She pulled back, licking the underside of his shaft while she caught her breath, then took him deep again.

  Everything was tangy and salty and pure. She bobbed on Tyler’s thickness hungrily, gulping and moaning as she forced him deeper in to her throat. Tyler staggered and pushed one hand against the door behind Clare to steady himself.

  Clare worked like a woman possessed. She’d never done something like this to Tony – they’d never done it outside a bedroom before, so deepthroating a stranger in the kitchen became the ultimate aphrodisiac. It’d been so, so long since she’d had her hands around a cock...it’s no wonder she threw her mouth around it like her life depended on it.

  Tyler’s grunts grew harsh. He muttered “Careful...careful!” and suddenly pushed Clare away from his cock. She stared at it as it bobbed, slick and dripping, above her.

  “What?” she whispered drunkenly.

  “Too close,” Tyler answered.

  Clare looked up at him and knew it was time. “Fuck me, Tyler. Right here. Right now.”

  Tyler didn’t need to be told twice. A savage look broke over his face as he tugged Clare up and pushed her toward the kitchen counter, face-first.

  Clare planted her hands on the cool granite and dropped her head. She saw Tyler’s feet appear between hers, and then felt his hands on her ass. Clare arched her back like a cat in heat just as Tyler kicked softly at her ankles, spreading her wide.

  Clare bit her lip as Tyler’s tip nudged against her soaked pussy.

  “Hard,” she said.

  Tyler rocked back, pulling his cock away slightly. Clare swore she could feel wetness clinging between them.

  The moment before impact was delicious.

  Tyler gripped Clare’s ass and pulled the cheeks wide, so wide that she felt her pussy flutter open – hot, ready, and dripping.

  Then he pounded home, driving his cock deep in one harsh stroke and ramming Clare’s hips against the counter.

  “Ohh!” Clare grunted. She’d never been so wet, but still, Tyler was so big that she was stretched in a clash of blinding pain and unadulterated pleasure. She pushed back on the counter, trying to get Tyler completely inside, but she couldn’t keep from compressing her tits against the granite and hanging on for the ride.

  Tyler pulled back and rapidly pounded forward. His patience had vanished. Completely inserted, he let loose of Clare’s ass and grabbed her shoulders for leverage as he used those tree-trunk thighs to drive his cock deep.

  Clare was having trouble breathing. Tyler’s thrusts knocked the wind out of her, and she was still trying to wrap her head around the thickness that was driving so far in to her pussy.

  Tyler leaned over, almost covering Clare completely. She felt miniature under his mountainous, muscular form. His cock seemed to be driving deep inside her torso, a delicious sense of utter fulfillment. His hot breath on her neck almost melted her; his teeth digging deep as he bit down on the top of her shoulder drove her further into delirium.

  “Yes!” she cried out, answering his harsh groans with her own as their bodies smacked together and she felt sweat and a new, naughty creaminess coating her thighs. “Oh yes!”

  The more noise Clare made, the harder Tyler fucked her. Her breasts were compressed flat and wide on the counter, shaking under the pounding, and small pools of milk had formed underneath. The slippery, cool feel on her nipples only doubled the thrill.

  Tyler pressed one hand hard on Clare’s back and ran it all the way down her spine to the top of her ass. Something about the heat and pressure sent Clare tumbling over the edge. The muscles lining her pussy trembled, and then clutched and grabbed at Tyler’s pistoning cock like they didn’t want to let it go. New waves of pleasure surged through her upper body. Clare squeezed her eyes shut and her breath caught in her throat and then she was choking out sobs and cries of pure bliss.

  Tyler, somehow, some way, pushed deeper as Clare came in huge, shuddering gasps. He buried himself, and then ground against her as she spasmed. Clare screamed as every motion seemed to crush against her clit, sending shockwaves all along her spine. More of that new, gushing creaminess surged out of her and ran down her thighs. Everything was so warm and wet and slippery, it was incredible. Clare felt as if she was floating away. She couldn’t feel the floor underneath her, or even the milk-drenched countertop. She was in another world entirely.

  Clare leaned against the counter and squeezed around Tyler’s cock for as long as she could. She didn’t want to lose the sensation of being completely filled, not ever. Her tits swirled milk around the counter. Her face, in the bread box’s shiny silver panels, was a deep red and her hair was plastered to her face and neck. Her mouth hung open as if she was a panting animal.

  Which is exactly what she was.

  She felt Tyler’s cock twitch. She pushed against the counter until he took a step back, and then rocked her hips forward until he slid out of her.

  On wobbly legs, Clare turned to face Tyler and his trembling, rock-hard cock.

  “What now?” she whispered.

  “I...I...”

  Clare closed the gap between them, crouching down to sandwich Tyler’s dick between her breasts. She pressed them together and worked herself along his shaft.

  “Fuck,” Tyler said. “Oh my god, Clare. I’m going to come.”

  Clare maintained her steady pace, entranced by the sight of Tyler’s girth completely enclosed by her pillowy, milk-wet mounds.

  “Not just yet,” she said.

  The same newfound feeling – slut
tiness? – that overtook her when she was sucking on Tyler was still rampaging through her body.

  There was one thing she’d never done. Not with Tony. Not with anyone.

  She wanted it now, with Tyler.

  Clare pointed to a cluster of bottles next to the stove.

  “Get the oil,” she said.

  Tyler slid himself free of her breasts and reached over to grab a bottle of light gold cooking oil. He stood in front of Clare, looking between her and the bottle, unsure of how to proceed.

  “Finish,” Clare said, pausing to take a deep breath, “in my ass.”

  Tyler’s eyebrows went up. “Are you...sure?”

  Clare nodded. “Definitely. Never sure before. But I am now. With you.”

  Tyler still looked unsure.

  “Fuck my ass, Tyler,” Clare said firmly. “Now.”

  She spun around and braced against the counter again. She heard the oil bottle’s top clatter on the floor, then the sound of Tyler lubing himself with the slippery contents. She was ready: ready for him to stride up behind her and penetrate her like she’d never been penetrated before.

  Tyler found a quick, delightful diversion. He slid his oil-coated hands under Clare’s midsection and rubbed up and down her sides, her stomach, and then all over her breasts. She was suddenly completely slippery. Tyler slicked her up quickly, pulling and tweaking her nipples, compressing her tits and releasing them, massaging her, and eventually moving to her ass.

  Clare shivered on the counter, her breasts sliding this way and that in a mix of milk and oil. Tyler massaged and wrung her ass, tapping it lightly in between coats of oil. Finally, he slid a slippery finger between her cheeks and found her tightest opening.

  “Oh!” Clare gasped.

  Tyler only grunted in response. He spread her cheeks and eased his finger in enough to cause a reflexive clench. Clare struggled to relax, standing on her tiptoes and taking in deep breaths. Tyler kept up the steady pressure, sliding his finger in more and more.

  He added a second a moment later, stretching her a little more with each thrust. He angled side-to-side and twisted, massaging the initial, tight inner ring of spasming muscle. Clare began to let go, relaxing enough to take more of Tyler’s tentative probing. In fact, it started to feel good. Really good.

  Clare moaned again, deeper than before, as she let herself enjoy what had been something totally taboo and unthinkable even a day earlier. Tyler, this mere acquaintance, had been inside of her. A huge man, someone who towered over her, who could pick her up and dominate her, was filling her up with his thickness. Everywhere. Clare began to writhe and arch back against his thrusting fingers as he pleasured her ass.

  “Now, Tyler, now, please now!” she said.

  Tyler slowly removed his fingers. He paused, and then Clare felt his cock against her ass. It was wide – impossibly wide – and she clenched her teeth and gripped hard on the counter.

  Tyler eased forward. She could feel all the surrounding skin stretch and pull. Then, all at once, his cockhead surged in.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” Clare moaned. “Good good good.”

  Tyler slid out slightly, and then leaned forward, sending more of his cock between her cheeks. Clare reached back and grabbed his hand. Tyler surged again her, gasping. Clare felt his immense girth stretching her. For an instant, she squeezed back, suddenly taut and tense, before she breathed deep and thought about relaxing every muscle in her lower body. Her legs felt limp, her thighs quivering and wobbly, and a warmth washed over her ass as she eased into another relaxed state.

  Tyler kept pushing forward until he was completely inside. He breathed in harsh gasps. He pulled back and eased in again. Then back, and in. His pace quickened and all of Clare’s tension vanished, replaced by the electric thrill of a million nerve endings firing off at once.

  Tyler’s fingernails raked Clare’s back. He reached for her hair, pulling back until she was looking up at the kitchen cabinets, her head flopping with each hard thrust.

  “Yes, Tyler! Yes!” She cried out like never before, half-shriek, half-moan.

  Tyler responded by slamming even harder. He was burying himself to the hilt each time now, and Clare was just stretching enough to take it. She could feel him tensing each time he bottomed out. His cockhead swelled. She felt every inch of his shaft, every veiny bump and ridge. She began to squeeze back for just a second, trying to wring his cock as it slid out and in.

  With a harder tug on her hair, Tyler gave a shout and rammed one last time. He held himself pressed right against her ass, and then, a second later, unloaded a huge stream of come. That kicked off a series of harsh, jerking spasms. Tyler’s hips bucked forward each time, filling Clare with his hot seed. After the third spurt she was leaking all around his shaft, the thick load joining all the oily, come-soaked wetness already coating her thighs.

  Tyler folded down on top of Clare with all his weight, mashing her against the counter until her breasts formed silly wide circles on the granite. She didn’t care. She wanted to be overwhelmed by his size and heat. She wanted to slide in her own deliciously dirty fluids – the milk, sweat, oil that coated the covered the counter; their combined come dripping to the floor in sticky drops.

  Clare enjoyed every second as Tyler’s clock slowly deflated, leaving her ass raw and aching when he withdrew. The pair dropped to the floor, where they leaned against the cupboard and leaned against each other.

  After they caught their breath, Tyler said, “That is not what I expected when I came over to mow the lawn.”

  Clare laughed. “Really? You didn’t have a quick little fantasy on the way over? Because I did.”

  “Well, I guess so,” he said. “But it didn’t involve...all of that.”

  “True,” Clare said. She hadn’t anticipated quite so much action, either. She took in Tyler’s naked and relaxed form one more time, not wanting to let him go just yet. She finally had a chance to touch his chest. She took full advantage, leaning over to stroke his pecs and shoulders and triceps and abs and everywhere she could.

  “You are so fucking unbelievable,” she said softly, sliding over to straddle him. She saw his cock twitch in response.

  Tyler palmed her tits and pushed against her. “And you...you’re delicious,” he said.

  Their mouths met in a furious kiss, Clare’s tongue diving in to Tyler’s mouth and flashing against his as they began to consume each other again.

  Tyler was half-hard between Clare’s legs, sliding his cock along her slick folds, when a noise crackled across the kitchen. It sounded like plastic smacking together.

  Smack. Clack. Clack-ity Clack!

  Clare leaned back, perching on Tyler’s thighs. She pointed at the baby monitor on the counter.

  “Well,” she said. “Have to postpone this for a bit. Baby’s up.”

  “Hey!” Tyler said, covering himself. “It’s not a baby!”

  Clare laughed as she stood and stretched, making sure Tyler got a good view as she held her arms above her head, her breasts lifting at the same time.

  “Do you have anything left?” he said, seriously.

  Clare walked to the fridge and opened the door, revealing her dozen extra bottles.

  “Not a problem,” she said. “Although if you keep it up, Charlie might have some competition.” She paused. “Jesus! I can’t believe I just said that.”

  Tyler shook his head and wiped his chin. “I can’t really believe it either.”

  Clare grabbed her clothes and headed for the hallway.

  “Hey,” Tyler said, stopping her. “How ‘bout I go get something to, um, fix that hinge? Then maybe stop by after dinner?”

  Clare stopped, looking over her shoulder at Tyler.

  “That’d be great,” she said. “The hinge. Right.” Her ears started buzzing again, in that can’t-believe-I’m-saying this kind of way. She realized she was grinning like an idiot. “Maybe bring a toothbrush. You know, just in case.”

  END

  MILK ME, DOCTOR!r />
  Ellie Saxx

  Okay, I’ll admit straight away that I could have gone to a lactation consultant for this whole milk problem. But here’s the thing: I liked my regular doctor for more than his well-appointed office. I have no idea why – he wasn’t even my type. Dr. Miller was quiet, unassuming, and had a wiry build. More often than not, I go for outgoing men a lot bigger than me. Or I used to, at least.

  I was sure we had something going on. Early in my pregnancy, when my breasts were still on the small side, firm but incredibly sore, I suggested that he examine them. For any problems, you know?

  Sure, it sounds crazy. I was desperate. My wonderful son’s father had skipped out on me. I felt like a big bloated mess but I craved a man’s touch, even if it was a doctor’s. Besides, this wasn’t any doctor. This was one with a strange power over me. It must have been his thick, wavy hair – I’m a sucker for sinking my hands in to a man’s hair.

  Or it could have been the five o’clock shadow.

  Or the endlessly deep brown eyes.

  Can you tell I get distracted by him easily?

  Anyway, Dr. Miller agreed with my suggestion. With an annoying old nurse present, he slowly reached under that awful, crispy paper gown and touched me. One breast at a time. Warm, warm, warm hands. And gentle squeezes. Feathery fingertips over my tense nipples.

  “Everything seems okay,” he whispered, his face taut and tense.

  It was all I could do to keep my composure. I think the nurse knew what was going on. I shot her a look. Don’t you take this away from me. Not now, bitch!

  I don’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t been there. Well, maybe I do.

  I’ll swear on my mother’s grave that I saw a certain stiffness in Dr. Miller’s slacks when he stepped away. That’s how I knew I wasn’t the only one thinking decidedly non-medical thoughts. His hands shook as he pulled them back, too, like they wanted to stay exactly where they were.