by Ana Thalia
"Yes!" Cindy cried.
"Murder that ass," Jimmy said.
"Aaagghh! Aagghh!" Jenny cried, her body pulsing with orgasmic pleasure.
"Milk that hot body of everything she has to give," Ellie said.
All of her muscles between her hips and knees suddenly tightened. Super tight. Both men cried out, but kept right on thrusting into her. The intensity of their efforts increased tenfold within Jenny. She cried out, staring incredulously into space.
"Aaaggghhhh!"
"Wow, I've never seen anything like this," Ben said. "Are you all right, Jenny?"
"Very!" she cried. And her body pulsed with orgasmic pleasure again. "Aaaaghhh!"
Walt's hips were slapping loudly into her butt. Both men were grunting with effort, while she gasped with every thrust.
"Hell yes!" Walt cried, coming deep up her butt. "That was awesome."
"Aaagghhh!" she cried.
"Oooh," Kyle sighed gustily. She felt him coming, deep inside. Filling her up with more, more, more cum. "Ooooh, yes."
"Oh my god. Oh my god," Jenny said. "Please. Enough. Enough."
"Okay, she's called uncle," Ben said. He waved Walt away, who slowly pulled out of her. Jenny sighted gustily at that, her body visibly relaxing. "We don't want to scare her off, now do we?"
Ben moved up to her side, stroking her hair. Studying her face.
"Maybe too late for that," Kyle said, as Ben pulled her up and off of him.
He hugged her to himself, holding her wonderfully tight. It felt so good. So wonderful. Jenny wrapped her arms around him.
"Are you okay, Jenny?"
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding. She never felt so hot and sweaty in her life. Her knees were weak and wobbly, but Ben continued to hold her tight against him. She laid her head on his shoulder. "I just need to rest. So tired."
Ben swept her up and carried Jenny to the master bathroom, and got her in the shower. A nice cool shower proved refreshing. She felt her strength returning. The shower ended way too soon.
"Feeling better?" Ben said, waiting for her in the bedroom.
"Much," Jenny said, rubbing at her hair with a towel. She glanced at the closed door, hearing laughter beyond. "So, do you get together here often?"
"Every weekend from spring to fall," he said, arching a curious brow.
"Is it always so…interesting?"
"You mean sex?"
"Yes."
"Pretty much, though everyone usually just pair off, with some swapping," he said.
"Would I have to bring someone," she said. "If I came back?"
"Really?" he said, brightening up. "Despite tonight's feeding frenzy on your tits you want to come back?"
"Not despite, but because of," she said, and blushed. "For the first time, I because happy about my condition. And really, I never dreamed I could get fucked so thoroughly. I'm hooked."
"Awesome! You're always welcome here, whether alone or with a guy," he said.
"You think it safe for me to go back out?"
"I'll protect you," he said, leading her to the door.
"My hero," she said. "Until breakfast." She winked. "I can't wait for that feeding frenzy to start."
THE END
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Lactose Indulgent 1
The coffee shop smelled so good after her early morning workout at the gym. Samantha breathed it in, savoring all those heady scents as she walked up to the counter. There was only one other customer that early. He was a tall construction worker in jeans, t-shirt, and work boots. Her eyes lingered on his butt, looking so good in those tight, faded jeans.
No. No, she thought, forcing the sexy thoughts away. She had a one year old at home and a full time job. Last time I got lucky I got a baby out of it.
That thought cooled her jets. But then again, she hadn't gotten any real loving since the one night stand that resulted in her child. What little extra time and energy she had Samantha put into getting back her pre-baby body. After a year she'd lost all of the "baby weight" and her abs were rock hard and well defined, which only accentuated her milk heavy boobs. Especially when she was in her skin-tight workout clothes.
The fresh-faced barista smiled at her.
"Good morning, Samantha," Jenny said. "You want your regular?"
"Yes, thank you, Jenny," she said, setting her purse on the counter to fish out her wallet.
Samantha noticed the construction worker was covertly staring at her chest. Knowing he was interested gave her a warm, cozy feeling, and a little tingle way down there. But then, almost every man stared at her milk-laden boobs. She was still nursing, and she produced a god-awful amount of milk. It was time for her first of four daily milkings, and her boobs were suitably firm and plump. It didn't hurt that her top was just a pink sports bra, leaving her midriff bare.
The poor man had to be asked twice by the barista waiting on him if he wanted anything else. Samantha smiled, shaking her head. Yeah, the girls could be distracting. As it was, he paid and headed for the door just seconds before her. When he suddenly stopped, Samantha almost ran into him.
"Sorry," he said, turning red as he turned with the lid off of his cup. It was a simple black coffee. "They forgot the cream."
"Oh, no problem," she said. A warm feeling flowed through her as she set her latte down, pulled her sports bra up over one boob, and leaned over his cup. With both hands on her tit, she looked up to lock eyes with him and squeezed. As full as her boobs were, it was easy to squirt a thick stream into his coffee. Then she pulled her top back down, picked up her latte, and wagged her brows at him. The stunned look on his face was priceless. "There you go, big boy. Bye-bye."
As she walked out, Samantha felt her face heating up. She was prone to doing odd, crazy things like that, but that stunt topped everything before. It occurred to her that she could be banned from the coffee shop now. That had to be some kind of health violation by city code standards. And really, did any guy want some stranger squirting bodily fluids into his coffee?
God, I'm so stupid sometimes, she thought as she set her cup atop her car while she searched for her keys.
"Excuse me… Miss?"
Samantha turned huge eyes toward him. Was he about to tear into her for what she did? A dozen lame excuses immediately came to mind as her face super-heated. Her eyes started to burn.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," she said in a rush.
He held his hands up to calm her down. He didn't look mad. Mostly he looked turned on. His eyes darted between her eyes and her tits.
"No, please, I'm not mad," he said. Winking at her, "I think I love you."
She threw her head back and laughed, more out of relief than anything. The last thing any single mother needed was trouble.
"I appreciate that, big boy," she said, letting her eyes roam his body.
He stepped closer. "I don’t see a ring, so forgive me if I'm being too forward."
For a split second, Samantha got all warm and fuzzy inside. Lots of guys looked at her, but he was the first in a few months to make a move. It would be so nice to be with a man again. A relationship? Well, that was too complicated to worry about at this stage.
"Whoa now, slow down," she said. "I might not have a husband, but I have a job and child who take up all of my time. I appreciate the thought, but I have to go." She felt the crazy come back, and cupped a boob with one hand. "The girls need some relief. It's well past time to express them. So if you'll excuse me…"
"I could help. I've been accused of acting rather infantile at times."
Samantha felt a tingle to mingle rippled through her body, and dive straight into her sex. A little warm slickness spread between her legs as she bit her lip and looked him over. Was that a bulge in his jeans?
"Ha! You're a funny one. I like that," she said, grinning at him. Samantha tried real hard to keep her eyes off his crotch. She winked and shrugged, "I'd love to let you suckle me dry, but with my luck I'd get arrested for public indecency or something."
"I have a van," he said, voice dropping an octave.
They both turned to gaze upon the only other vehicle parked in front of the coffee shop. It was a full-sized white van, with ladders and other equipment on top. The only windows were in the driver and passenger doors.
"Yes you do," she said softly, remembering how nice it was to be with a man. "But… I really don't have much time."
He laughed. "Sweetheart, when has only having a few minutes been a problem for a man?"
Samantha laughed.
"Oh my god, an honest man!"
"I try," he said, took two steps and opened the sliding side door on the van. She saw a bench seat inside, with a lot of construction equipment packed in at the rear of the van. "I'm praying a beautiful woman will indulge my…um…lactose fantasy."
He thinks I'm beautiful?
A chill slithered down her back. Her insides were hot and fluttery, and Samantha felt her mind going numb. When that happened, she knew she was in trouble. All of her needs seemed to come alive at that moment, and she was never known for her prudence and self-control.
"I don't really know you," she said, looking around for witnesses.
"I'm sorry," he said, holding out his hand. "Hello, I'm Dave Ricker."
She shook it, shaking her head with a big grin. "Hi. I'm Samantha Jo Hanson. Pleased to meet you, Dave."
"Hey, we're old friends now," Dave said. He stroked her upper arm, and that contact sent ripples through her. "Wanna go for a joy ride in the back of my van?"
It's been almost two years since she enjoyed any kind of physical contact with a man. Samantha felt those two years profoundly at that moment. Prior to getting pregnant, she was a rather active girl on the local dating scene. Oh, how she loved the boys. Her parents said she was boy crazy. And Dave was looking so good and sexy. Who didn't love a big, strong construction worker?
I bet he's really good with his hands, she thought.
Dave's eyes held her a long moment, sucking her breath away. Their shared gaze affected him, forcing a barely audible groan from him. The sound of his need and desire reverberated through her, melting her insides. Something wonderful stirred deep inside, and she felt her body changing. Preparing itself.
"Oh hell, I'm feeling rather indulgent right now," she said, leaving her latte atop her car as she stepped into the van.
Samantha sat in the middle of the bench seat. He paused in the door to look her over, and the hungriest look spread across his face. She swallowed hard, held by those lusty eyes. Finally, he stepped into the van and closed the door, before pulling his t-shirt off.
"Holy moly. You're ripped," Samantha said.
"So are you," he said. "You have abs of steel."
"Thanks for noticing, big boy," she said, biting her lip.
Dave sat beside her. Samantha ran her hands all over his broad shoulders and muscular chest, all the while watching the fascinating play of emotions across his face. His hands were busy, too, exploring all of her curves. He didn't waste much time before pulling her sports bra top off.
"Wow," he said, cupping her plump beauties in both hands.
He brushed his thumbs across her tingling nipples. A couple drops of milk dribbled out of each, and he spread it around and around her large areola. And then he licked each nipple once.
Her breath caught. The sweetest tingle filled her tits, and she felt the let down. It was about to get real milky in that van. Her belly tightened, and the warm fuzzies filled her belly.
"Poor babies, my girls have been very neglected for a long time," she said, pouting pretty.
Dave kissed a nipple, and then sucked it into his hot mouth. A little milk flowed into his mouth and he moaned. She sighed, back bowing as wonderful sensations rippled through her body, and then went straight down into her pussy. Samantha combed a hand through his hair, and her other hand hesitated, but then unzipped his jeans.
Her hand slipped into his jeans and wrapped around his cock.
"Holy moly," she said. "You're huge."
Samantha pulled his erection out. It proved very, very erect, too. She couldn't pull her hand away. Her grip tightened around him, stroking him, feeling all that structure under his hot, smooth skin. She felt like a woman obsessed.
"It's nothing," he said. "You are so beautiful, and your boobs are what are truly impressive."
His hand came up to cup her face. They stared into each other's eyes a long moment, as Samantha's heartbeat quickened. She felt so hot and breathless.
He licked his lips. She licked hers. Their faces moved closer and closer, starting to tilt as their lips parted.
"Mmmm," they groaned as their lips melted together.
Dave folded her into his thick arms, hugging her so wonderfully tight. Skin on skin felt divine. Samantha wrapped her arms around him, pushing harder into their kiss. Need and desperation consumed her.
"Oh baby," she whispered when he finally released her lips to kiss down her neck.
Samantha kicked off her work out shoes, and then started wiggling out of her workout pants and underwear.
Dave smothered her tits with kisses, and then rubbed his face all over them. He buried his face deep in her cleavage, before motorboating her perfect pair.
"Having fun?"
He smothered her tits with more kisses and licks, and then motorboated her again. His face was shiny with her mother's milk. A look of pure bliss washed across his face.
"Immensely," Dave said, looking up to grin at her. She took both boobs in hand, and squeezed as she stroked them from base to nipples. Twin jets of hot milk shot into his surprised face. "Wow!"
"Open wide," she said.
Dave opened his mouth, and she stroked her milk-laden boobs. One boob, then the other. It was squirt, squirt, squirt into his mouth. Well, she missed half the time and drenched his face, neck, and chest. It didn't take long before he startled suckling.
Samantha let him have at her nipples, loving the feel of milking flowing into his eager mouth. After he'd suckled each boob a couple of times, she slipped off the bench seat and knelt before him.
"Let's get you out of these jeans."
She pulled off his work boots first, and then worked his tight jeans down long, thickly muscled and tanned legs. Hell, his whole body was impressively tan. There weren't enough free hours in a year for her to get such a great tan.
"Oh my god," she whispered, wrapping her hand around his cock again. After a couple strokes, Samantha went down on him. "Mmmmmgh."
After sucking his cock a moment, Samantha pressed up closer, squeezed her tits really hard and showered his cock and balls with hot, creamy milk, and then wrapped her heavy tits around his cock. Dave's eyes got big. She held his eyes as she started rubbing her tits up and down and around his erection.
"I've never been titty fucked before," he said.
"Me either," she said.
When she felt his cock swell a little, she shifted again and went down on him. Dave buried his fingers deep in her hair, holding tight, as she bobbed up and down his length. Samantha writhed and fidgeted as she sucked him off, loving the way he moved, moaned, and groaned. No man ever enjoyed her efforts so much. It was inspirational. So she tried harder and harder to please, and maybe a little too hard.
"Mmggh!" Samantha grunted when hot, viscous cum shot into her mouth.
She cut her eyes left and right. There was nothing to spit into, so she swallowed.
"Holy crap," Dave said. "That was so intense. I couldn't hold it."
"I appreciate that," she said. "I love a guy who really gets into it."
He pulled her to straddle his lap. His cock still stood straight up. Samantha continued to stroke his hard shaft. Dave immediately took both tits in hand and squeezed milk straight into his face. Samantha never thought her mother's milk would look so sexy dribbling down a man's face and chest.
She licked his chest, loving the taste of him and her commingled like that. Dave cupped her cheek, gazed into her eyes an intense moment, and kissed her. He ki
ssed his way down her neck, to return to her tits. And then he surprised her by grabbing her butt with both hands, lifting her up, and impaling her on his cock.
"Uggh! Ooooooh," Samantha cried. "That feels so awesome."
The young mother started riding him. She slowly worked her way down his shaft, forcing him deeper and deeper. Samantha dug her fingers into his broad, powerful shoulders, steadying herself as she forced her tight vagina down his thickness.
Dave squeezed and fondled her tits, sending more thick jets of hot, creamy milk into his face. The look of euphoria on his face was like an aphrodisiac. Samantha rode him harder and harder, making her body sing as she pushed herself closer and closer to that beautiful moment.
"Oh Dave!" she cried. "Oh god, yes."
Samantha had forgotten just how amazing sex could be. She didn't realized how much she missed it until then. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she bowed her back, bending backwards. Every thrust into her was sending the most incredible waves of pleasure through her. She felt like she would explode at any second.
She so wanted to explode like that.
"Oh baby, your milk is so good. So hot," Dave said. "You are so beautiful and sexy."
"Aww," she said, and felt her body suddenly surge. "Ohmygod!"
Samantha's insides erupted with euphoric joy. The most intense pleasure in years. It felt like her core throbbed with it, sending out wave after wave of the most beautiful bliss to every corner of her body and soul.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Dave squeezed her tits harder. Thick, creamy milk sprayed everywhere. He was drenched with it. Her body was dripping milk, all wet and shiny. It was the messiest sex Samantha had ever enjoyed, and it was glorious.
"God help me," she whispered, feeling that rise to climax starting again. Could she really have two orgasms in one tryst? "Yes, Dave. Just like that. Please. Please. Just like that!"
Samantha rode him like a crazy cowgirl. Her entire world became his hands, lips, and cock. All she wanted was one more orgasm. Just one more. She wouldn't ask for anything else. Ever! Just one more climax.