Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  Sir placed his hands on my waist and held me steady. His heat was intense, and as he brought his palms along my torso toward my breasts I was covered with a delirious sensation. He leaned forward, pressing his face against my panties, and inhaled deeply. My body responded immediately. My pussy swelled and readied for Sir’s continued exploration.

  His grasping hands found my tits. He squeezed as if he was testing fruit, hefting one and then the other to assess the weight, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh until my nipples pushed out eagerly. Drops of milk sprung forth and dripped down my neck. Sir settled into a smooth rhythm of small squeezes and light laps of his tongue against my panties. Tasting me. Testing me. Teasing me. His tongue was warm and heavy against my pussy. I knew he was enjoying my scent – he sighed with contentment often, and this pleased me.

  The cotton clinging to my crotch grew damp and I yearned for more direct contact. My areolas twisted dark and hard under insistent fingers.

  “Please, Sir,” I moaned. “Take me. However you want, just take me.”

  “In time, milkmaid,” he whispered with hot breaths into my ready cunt. “All in good time. First, I want you to enjoy some of your own bountiful assets.”

  Sir leaned back, leaving me frustrated and wet. He massaged my breasts until they leaked profusely, working the supple flesh like dough. His long fingers were strong and hot. When I closed my eyes I imagined him stroking my very soul, every touch making sparks run up and down my spine. I tasted my own milk as it ran along my upturned body, dribbling between my breasts and along my neck and over my chin before dripping off my face.

  Sir began to stretch and pull my left tit. When I opened my eyes, I saw why: he was aiming my nipple at my mouth. My breasts were so large by this point that it was hardly difficult.

  “Suckle, milkmaid,” he whispered, almost moaning. “Taste...of yourself.”

  I had no choice – Sir held my head with one hand while he squeezed my breast and pushed my nipple between my lips. He milked me with a series of tugs, and soon spurts of warm, sweet milk pulsed into my mouth and coated my tongue.

  I jerked back in surprise but Sir held me firm. He held me steady and pushed harder, mashing my face into my breast and forcing me to swallow the milk that gushed slippery and hot over my tongue.

  It was good. Very good. I soon overcame my shock and sucked firmly on my nipple. Milk sprayed the back of my throat and I gulped it greedily. How to describe one’s own special creation? It was thicker than a cow’s milk, and warmer, of course, and it tasted like melted ice cream. I closed my eyes and swooned against myself, letting the vibrations course into my chest as milk leaked from my lips and soaked my face.

  “That’s good, little one,” Sir said. He relaxed his grip and I sucked in a gasp of air, licking my lips.

  “More!” I said. “Please, Sir.”

  “As you wish.”

  Sir pulled my right tit down and wedged the nipple into my glistening mouth. I swirled my tongue all round the very tip, and then bit down gently to tease a fresh spurt. Sir squeezed from the base of my breast up and sent a brilliant shot of milk into the depths of my throat. After that, I was lost once again to the insane pleasure of being milked into my own eager mouth.

  Sir slid one hand back up my body and rested it against my pussy. He wiggled his fingers against my clit as he watched me suckle, and when I started to groan harder, he pulled the cotton aside and traced his fingers up and down my drenched pussy lips, further driving me crazy. He dipped his hand to my tit to coat his fingers, and then ran them over my sex until my juices blended into the perfect aphrodisiac – fresh drops of milk held aloft by my quivering, slippery cunt.

  He was getting hard. His cock butted against my cheek and I realized he was fully erect. He flipped and slid his dick over my throat and face until he was coated with the excess milk; all while beginning to lick at my well-prepared pussy with a newfound eagerness.

  When his tongue met my sex I cried out and let loose of my tit. I twisted up reflexively, pulling myself to Sir’s cock and taking its head between my lips.

  “Mmmmm,” I moaned. “More Sir, please more.”

  Sir grunted and thrust his hips forward to send his cockhead straight against the back of my throat. I gagged and sucked as best as I could, thrilled by the slippery milk-coated shaft gliding between my lips. Sir fucked forward and back, using my mouth as a milky cunt, and mouthed at my pussy so sloppily that wetness soon slid along my belly. He wrapped his arms around my ass and squeezed so hard I thought I’d pop. He made sounds like he was feasting. He mouthed and gnawed at my lips and clit so fervently that I thought he’d completely lose control. He slurped and tongued me deeper and deeper, filling my love tunnel with his thick, probing organ, all while thrusting his cock into my mouth with abandon.

  “Yes, milkmaid, yes!” he groaned, stopping his oral endeavors long enough to reach down and squeeze my tit, covering my face and stuffed mouth with fresh milk. I popped his dick out and let him spray two or three streams on my lips and tongue. Then I took him in again and coated his shaft with more of the sticky warmth. I sucked hard, jerking my head up and down until his mouth returned to my cunt and pulled at my clit and drove me nearly senseless.

  Soon, Sir was fucking my face so hard that I swayed wildly on the rope. My breasts flopped between us, still leaking. Sir worked two fingers into my tight pussy and focused his mouth on my clit. He swirled his tongue in such tight, quick circles that I saw stars. I doubled-down my efforts on his cock and took him as deep as I’ve ever taken a man’s cock. His balls pressed against my nose and eyes and blacked out the room. All I knew was heat and intense pleasure. I writhed against Sir. He sucked my clit until I came with a stifled shriek. The combination of blood rushing to my head, a lack of oxygen, and the sensation of milk spurting from my nipples left me convulsing in ecstasy.

  Sir steadily drank in my cum as he started to spasm against my face. He gulped noisily, letting juices run down both our bodies, until he suddenly held stock still.

  Sir’s cock surged. The wide head nestled deeper into my throat, pulsed twice, and then exploded with a blast of creamy cum that shot straight down my gullet. I swallowed hard and prepared for the torrent I knew was coming. Sir held my head with both hands and squatted up and down, pumping my face as he unleashed stream after stream of cum. My mouth overflowed with milk, stringy trails of spit, and his salty seed. I was exhausted and gasping for breath, unsure if I’d ever have time to breathe again, when Sir finally let me loose and staggered backwards, his cock still connected to me by gossamer-like strings of cum and spit.

  “Ohhhhh, fuck, milkmaid,” he said, sounding as delirious as I felt. “Master was right. You’re the finest one here.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” I gurgled, blinking hard and sucking down all the liquid heat remaining in my mouth. Sir’s cum tasted salty and felt smooth and slippery – a delight to swallow.

  Sir untied my hands and Calvin stepped forward to lower me to my cot. I curled on to my side, letting my deeply red face return to its normal color, while Sir dressed and headed for the door. Calvin placed two warm towels over my hips.

  “Thank you again, Rielle,” Sir said on the way by. “I hope to return soon, when you are with child.”

  “Good, Sir,” I mumbled. My body was still shaking from my climax. I didn’t even have the energy to ask Calvin about Alex’s note or whereabouts. The men were gone before I knew it.

  As I lay there that evening, I discovered a new method of comfort based on the day’s session. Tucked under my blanket and drifting toward sleep, I’d pull a nipple to my mouth and begin to suckle. Sometimes I’d have to squeeze my tit slightly to get milk flowing. Other times I could open wide and take the entire nipple and areola between my lips and suck hard enough to pull warm spurts from myself without much effort.

  It felt perfectly natural. I’d never even thought of the idea before the salves made my breasts so outlandishly large. After they grew, it wasn’t even a stretch.
And drinking my own milk was just about one of the most pleasurable experiences I’d ever known. If I was a man, and could somehow suck my own cock, I’d imagine it would feel similar. It was addictive. Fulfilling. Decadent.

  I suckled myself to sleep that night and most nights after, and I was not ashamed.

  ~~~

  Two days later, I was in my room reading one of the few books allowed in the compound’s small library when I heard a soft knock at my door.

  “Come in,” I called, sitting up and lifting my shirt for what I assumed was Calvin’s afternoon milking visit. I hardly even stopped what I was doing on milking days at this point. Often, I’d read or write in this journal while Calvin wrapped his hands around my tits and tugged.

  But this time it was Alex. He slipped inside, did a double-take as his gaze found my breasts, and then sat next to me on the cot.

  “Rielle,” he said, out of breath. “We don’t have much time. I managed to slip away during lunch. They have me on the other side of the compound, with the staff.”

  “Alex!” I said, pulling my shirt down and wrapping my arms around him in a warm hug. Just touching him made me ecstatic.

  “Did you get my note?” he asked, burying his face into my neck and kissing me there until I shivered.

  “Yes,” I said. “It’s...it’s okay, I guess.”

  Alex pushed me back and stared at me intently.

  “I really do want it,” he said, pausing. “I want it to be mine, Rielle.”

  I nodded, eager. “I do, too, Alex. It’s the only thing I want.”

  There was a noise in the hallway and Alex jerked his head around to listen. A cart rattled by, probably Calvin going to his next appointment.

  “We have to act now,” Alex said. “I only have a few minutes. Have you had anyone since my note?”

  “Not...not that way,” I said, suddenly shy. “Only the usual.”

  “Well, trust me. It will begin soon. I want to be the first. I want to know that your baby...our baby...could be mine.”

  “But how?”

  Alex stood and unbuckled his belt.

  “Get ready,” he growled.

  I opened my eyes wide.

  “Now?” I whispered. “Somebody might hear.”

  “Not if we’re quiet.”

  Alex dropped his pants and boxers. His cock was already half-hard and throbbing full, as big as I remembered from my very first initiation. But I was frozen in fear. Compound staff roamed the halls during the day. If anyone heard, there was no telling what Master would do.

  Alex slid his hands under my arms and jerked me off the cot. His cock bumped against my belly and the thick member felt like warm stone.

  “You have to decide now, Rielle. Do you want this?”

  I was still numb with shock. I nodded slowly once, then twice, then rapidly.

  “Yes, Alex,” I whispered.

  “Good.”

  He spun me around and pushed on my shoulders until I dropped to my knees. I immediately understood his intent: he’d take me from behind, and I’d use my pillow and blankets to stifle my noises. Because I knew it’d be impossible to stay quiet – Alex was too well-endowed for that.

  He tipped me forward and jerked my panties down to my knees, tearing the fabric in his haste. I squeezed my legs tight as he squatted behind me, and then pushed my face into my pillow. My ass tipped up and in an instant Alex’s cock nudged my entrance.

  “Are you ready?” he whispered.

  “Yes, Alex,” I said. I wasn’t so sure. Although the very sight of Alex had made me warm between my legs, there was no way I was wet enough to take him inside easily. But we had no time.

  “Okay,” he grunted. “Here we go.”

  Alex pushed forward hard. His cock stretched my outer lips until I thought I’d be split in two. The friction was incredible. I yelped into the pillow and jammed the cotton batting into my mouth.

  “Ohhhhh-ahhhh,” I groaned, over and over, as Alex pulled back and pushed deeper. Each time he withdrew I felt my tight lips cling to his shaft; each time he pounded forward he let out his own panicky sigh as the grip around his cock thrilled him. I knew my ass was shaking before him, full plump cheeks rippling with tension that must have spurred him on. He kept pressing forward until finally his cockhead found my wettest center. The slippery juices slowly coated his shaft and he began to slide in and out more easily.

  I groaned in pleasure instead of pain, still chewing my pillow like mad, as Alex pistoned in and out. He slammed into my ass and thighs hard enough to fill the room with the slapping of our flesh. But other than that steady rhythm of our fucking, we were quiet. Alex’s fingers dug into my hips and pulled me onto him as he thrust forward. His cock found the very farthest barrier of my cunt and butted against it. The shock made me jerk up and let one small cry loose before he reached forward and covered my mouth with his wide hand.

  I let my head fall forward again. I gnawed on Alex’s palm as he sealed my mouth and continued slamming into my pussy. He slid his free hand under my chest and squeezed my breast hard, as if all the energy he wanted to put into yelling out loud was instead channeled into wringing my tit. Milk spurted out and drenched my sheets. Alex tasted from his fingers – I heard him slurping noisily before returning for more, and this time he smoothed his dripping hand all over the small of my back and ass, working the creamy liquid into my skin like lotion.

  Overcome, he let my head flop free and used both hands to milk me as he fucked. My milk was intoxicating for anyone who tasted from my fertile nipples; Alex began to pound harder and harder as he drank from cupped hands. I grunted into the pillow as my hips banged against the cot’s frame. My pussy raged with heat and I tensed myself against Alex’s thick shaft. I closed my eyes and thought only of his seed. Of our child. I circled my hips and worked against him, keeping my legs closed to thrill him with my tightness, and begged with a silent scream.

  Please come inside me! Now, Alex! Now!

  I’m halfway convinced that he heard me. We must have connected on some noiseless level, because within seconds Alex had grabbed me by the hips to hold me still while he surged forward with even more urgency. His member swelled thick and strong in my depths, and then he let loose with one quiet “Ahhhhh!” before unloading the first huge stream of cum. The new creaminess made everything wetter and sloppier. Every sensation was magnified. I was so overjoyed that I climaxed at the same time, and we both grunted in unison as we strained not to be heard.

  Anyone walking by would have thought I was fighting an invisible assailant. My pussy clenched while I writhed on Alex’s cock, gripping him like a firm hand, and I felt every spasm of his orgasm in my core. The cot creaked steadily as Alex drained himself inside me. I buried my face in the covers and panted until I almost passed out.

  Alex held against me for several minutes, twitching, and then he leaned down to kiss my sweaty neck and shoulders.

  “That was perfect, Rielle. I’ve never felt so...emptied. I’ve given you all I had.”

  “I know,” I whispered. “Thank you, Alex. It will be ours. I’m sure. The baby will be ours.”

  Alex wrapped his arms around me and squeezed until I squeaked.

  “I hope so,” he said.

  He leaned backwards and slowly withdrew his half-hard cock, lifting me up and on to my side quickly to keep me from leaking precious cum. I rolled over, put a pillow under my ass, and held my knees to my chest, wanting to keep his seed inside me forever. I know that some seeped out – I could feel it trickling to the cot between my legs and along my bottom – but from the sheer volume he produced I was confident and hopeful.

  Alex bent down to kiss me after he’d pulled up his pants and smoothed his dark hair. He let his lips linger over mine, smiling slightly.

  “I must go now. I’m already far too late,” he whispered.

  “When will I see you again?”

  “I don’t know, Rielle. We must depend on Master’s good graces, or his mistaken trust. We’ll soon se
e.”

  He left silently.

  An hour later, Calvin came by for my daily milking. I didn’t have any strangers visiting, or any group events for Master’s premier clients, so Calvin was gentle and quick once he realized my breasts were still raw and sore from Alex’s rough handling.

  “He was here,” Calvin said simply.

  I nodded once, unsure of Calvin’s motives.

  “Good,” Calvin said. “Very good.”

  ~~~

  I slept deeply that night. I had another dream in which I watched Alex and our small child play near a river. There was a rolling field filled with wildflowers nearby. Mountains were etched into the horizon and everything glowed warm under broad beams of sunlight. I sat on a quilt and watched the two of them, dozing occasionally, and after some time we ate from a large picnic basket.

  We were happy.

  And we were free.

  Looking back, I believe that dream was preparing me for the breeding to come. It was a reminder.

  If you make it through this, Rielle, there is the promise of endless happiness.

  I would need every ounce of help I could get.

  The day after Alex’s last visit, the breeding began. A succession of men came to my room each day and had me however they wished: flat on the cot like a submissive wife, on my knees with a foot holding my head to the floor, bound until my breasts distended, fucked savagely while a large dildo was wedged into my ass, and so on.

  Within three weeks of at least four men visiting a day, I knew I was pregnant. I was late. I felt a weird sense of energy and excitement. My nipples ached in a new way. And, strangely, I craved the continued sex even more. It was as if I knew a deadline had been set for my – our – departure from the compound, and that sense of anticipation doubled my enjoyment.