by Faye Parker
“I - “ What could I say?
“Are you all right? You didn’t trip and fall did you?”
He was worried about me. I would be worried about me too in the state I arrived in.
“I’m sorry, Clive. My foot slipped.” That was my best excuse.
“Oh, all right, wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“I’m fine.”
He left me.
I decided that it was best to leave the bath. I wasn’t going to get any sort of relaxation and I was freaking Clive out. I didn’t want to get into my dirty clothes, since I smelled sweet and felt so fresh and smooth, so I grabbed a nearby robe and slung it over me.
Checking out the hallways, I tried to sneak back to my room, but Clive stepped out from his doorway.
“Something isn’t right,” he said.
My first thought was, Oh no, he’s onto me.
“Everything is fine,” I said.
“No,” he said, and then he took another step toward me. I tightened, the bundle of tension in my stomach almost making me coil on myself. My eyes went wide. I was glad it was dark or else he would’ve seen how scared I was.
I felt very vulnerable standing there only in that silk robe. My tits were pointing into the silk. They were hard and desperate. If they could, they would’ve pointed out more to get the cowboy’s attention, but they were already plenty noticeable, even in the barely lit hallway.
“What’s bothering you? There’s something else. You’re a strong girl, I know that. You put up quite a fight today, so tell me, what’s really bothering you? What’s got you so worked up?”
When I didn’t respond, he put a hand on my hip. His firm, warm touch traveled through my whole body. If I thought I was tight before, I was wrong. I was now on edge, standing on my toes I was so wound up.
“I can’t - “
“Tell me,” he said.
I looked into his eyes. Damn, that guy had some spell binding eyes. And his voice was smooth and luring me in. The tones of it seemed to vibrate my sex, every word playing at my heart strings.
“Look, I think I know, and I’m going to tell you right now, I don’t hold back. You probably know that about me. If you’ve got a need for something, I’m going to deliver it, because that’s just the type of guy I am. Now I think you’ve got a certain problem you need tending to. Am I right, Abby?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t be coy with me. It’s fine. You can tell me. I’ve got something I want too.”
“You do?”
What could he want? I didn’t want to assume, but he seemed to be hinting that he wanted me. But it seemed crazy. Another assumption. He was disinterested in a wreck like me, right?
“You think I’m too nice to say it?”
I thought he was nice. I mean, he seemed nice. He was nice, wasn’t he?
“You’re nice,” I said. If I hadn’t said it, it would’ve went a lot better. I knew at once from his smug look that I was wrong.
Still, even if he wasn’t that nice he still saved me. He wasn’t evil. Far from it.
“I saved you because I’m not heartless, but I’m not nice, either, and I’m not going to be easy on you. I don’t know if I can hold back, especially seeing you like this.”
“I never said you needed to hold back.”
The words slipped. I couldn’t believe I said it when I heard it. Did I really just say that? The truth was, I needed him on me. He was blunt, and I could be too. He challenged me and I met that challenge. He was right. I wasn’t a weak willed girl. If I wanted something, I could say it too.
But I was nowhere near as fearless as Clive. He snatched my waist, pressing himself on me at once. Heat grew at my belly and I looked down with a long swallow at the sight of his rock hard cock against me. Was he hard already? How?
I was stunned, but Clive dragged me further into that whirlwind of confusing emotions as he snatched the back of my neck, pulling me to his lips. He opened me up. His tongue swept over mine. I trembled, knees buckling, the heat against my stomach expanding, so much that I thought I would be swallowed alive by it.
Groaning, I managed to push him back to get a breath. His cock still jabbed into me, reminding me that I couldn’t get away from it. If it wasn’t his cock that reminded me, it was my naughty pussy, in league with that cock. Swollen, tightening, sucking in and getting wet, it panged, responding to that hardness.
I realized then that if this man really wanted to save me, he would fuck me.
“That was nice,” he said, “wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
Then he was on me again and my hands roamed over him, feeling up those solid muscles and trying to pull him even closer. I was pushed back until I hit the wall. My lips darted away from his ravishing. It was too much all at once. My body never had such a large dose of pleasure like this, and Clive was just getting started.
His hands weren’t bashful either. He squeezed my hips, getting a handful, making me whimper. The more he touched me, the more my milk surged.
“Clive,” I moaned.
I was trying to tell him something, trying to explain my situation, because I was sure I was going to lactate. As soon as that robe dropped and he had his hands on my breasts, it would be all over.
He didn’t take it as sign he needed to listen. I guess it didn’t come out that way. His lips lowered to my tender neck, assaulting it with a fluttering of kisses, I squirmed, trying to shimmy my hips, but that only served to get his cock rubbing against my stomach. It seemed thick and long. If I got it inside me, it would definitely be satisfying, even if I did all the work, but that wouldn’t be necessary, the cowboy thrived on hard work. He would pound me senseless.
He would want to ravage me, thrust inside me and take me deep until he was done. I wouldn’t mind that at all, but I was fooling myself if I thought this was going to be a limp make out session.
I reached for the robe. His hands gripped mine, giving them a heavy squeeze, and I released, knowing well what would happen. The “biggest breasts in the world” would soon be on stage.
“Let it go. I want to see all of you. You’re too beautiful to resist.”
Damn, if I wasn’t blushing already. When I didn’t drop the robe though, he pulled it off me. The euphoria burst free. I locked my thighs together, trying to hide my sex, but that was worthless. My pussy would eventually be taken, no matter how shy I was.
“Holy...are you real? Am I dreaming?”
He took a step back to revel in the sight before him. My breasts looked even bigger than usual, all because of my milk. Those milk jugs were ready to burst.
That’s what I wanted to explain to him. Before I could explain that I was very much real, and that I was very much full of milk, he was on me again with his tongue.
Except his tongue wanted to feast on those perky, ripe nipples.
No...no...if you do that…
I couldn’t tell him to stop.
He flicked his tongue over a tender nipple. His other hand caressed my breast until it got to that delightful center, plucking it and squeezing it firmly. I let out a squeal and my back thudded against the wall.
“There’s something -” I started.
I didn’t finish.
He looked up at me with those horny eyes while flicking his tongue against my nipples. That hungry look, saying how much he wanted me, stoked my flames high into the sky. It was like throwing gasoline on an already burning building.
“Fuck, Abby, you’re delicious.”
He thought my breasts tasted sweet already? It must’ve been because of that sensual bath. Little did he know the taste he was about to get. I needed to tell him.
Sucking my nipple deeper into his mouth, he did this amazing thing where he swirled it once it was inside. Swerving my hips against him, I shot my thighs open, letting his hardness grind against my pussy, I probably left a little wetness on his jeans as I did, but I didn’t care at this point. Mode
sty was out the window.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I managed to say.
That rumbling took over. My jaw clamped shut. I clawed at his chest, then dug in, sure that I wasn’t hurting him but I needed him to ground me. This was it.
Screeching at the top of my lungs, I launched on my toes and closed my eyes, trying to contain the lactation, but there was no stopping it.
I noticed a curious glance the second before I released, but Clive, the good man that he was, kept sucking and twisting my nipples the whole time.
Without warning him, I lactated, the rush hitting me and knocking me silly as my milk spurted.
I opened my eyes from that blissful release to expect Clive pulling away in disgust, but he kept sucking, wrapping his lips around my nipple and pulling it in deeper. He groaned. His muscles pumped as he chugged and drained me.
My milk ran over his lips. He kept sucking.
I panted and closed my eyes, arching my back and using the wall for support, my death grip on Clive broke and my hands instead hung loosely at my sides. I was completely taken over by that release. My pussy still throbbed, more so, in fact, after I lactated, but I was high on the milking too much to care at that moment.
I expected Clive to pull away after filling himself up on my left nipple, but he moved to the right.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groaned. He suctioned that nipple into his mouth and let me spurt. Drinking my delicious milk, his groaning vibrated through my whole body, traveling down to my pussy, needing him, wanting that stiffness to drive inside and silence my craving.
The more he drained my tits, the more my pussy wanted it.
God, I was terrible, wasn’t I? I couldn’t get enough of that cowboy.
He didn’t seem to have a problem with it. I let a smile slip when he said I was amazing. I let the bliss rock me with no regret. I was always ashamed of my big breasts and my lactation, but seeing Clive enjoy it as much as I always secretly wanted to, I let loose.
I was free from those hateful shackles. I kept pouring into his mouth. He kept tweaking and flicking his tongue over my tenderness. He was perfect on my tits, applying just the right amount of pressure.
But when I neared the end of my milk, I grew desperate again, and those once limp hands turned to claws that pounced for his solid chest. I ravished his abs, running my fingers lower, the desperation causing me to tug at that hard cock.
I let my fingers slide over his base. I ran all the way to his thick tip. I loved what I felt. My pussy panged some more.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” he said as he finally pulled away. He licked his lips.
“I meant to warn you. I couldn’t with you on me like that.”
“No reason to apologize. It was a good surprise. I’m sure you’ve got more good surprises waiting for me.”
As soon as he said more good surprises, he ran his fingers between my thighs. I tried to clamp down from the intensity, but he shoved me open and continued, rubbing between my ass and my pussy, traveling that sensual curve until he got to my swollen, blossoming bud.
He didn’t dare touch my clit yet. He darted back with his slick, confident smirk. If he touched my clit, I would drop right to the floor.
“Come here, babe.”
I took a step closer.
“Get down on your knees.”
I paused.
That smirk of his twisted me. It caused me to surrender and drop. Once I was there, looking up at his throbbing cock trying to escape those jeans, I knew I was in the right place. I wanted to drain him like he drained me.
“Open those pretty lips. I’ve got something that needs you.”
I nodded eagerly.
He unzipped his jeans. His cock popped out. It was bigger than I expected, and I was expecting big. It was thicker than it was long, but it was plenty long, but what shocked me was how solid it looked. That thing was full, capable of driving in me and forcing me open.
“Good. Now open and take my dick. I want to see you go wild on it. I’m horny as hell.”
The erotic heat consuming me again, I opened my full lips wide. He pressed into my mouth, still so thick that he opened me even wider. He pushed into that warmth deeper, hitting me until he touched the back of my throat, he pulled back to give me a chance to breathe. When he was in me, I was stuffed.
Licking my lips, I tasted his salty flavor on my tongue and swallowed. He grinned at that, flashing his teeth at me in the shadows. I could tell that he was impressed.
“Give it to me. You don’t have to hold back,” I told him.
Where did I get this confidence from?
Maybe it was foolishness, maybe it was self-destruction? If I continued to tempt him like that, he would ruin me with that thick cock. I didn’t want to think of Clive pounding me with no restraint. That animal was still caged.
“If that’s the case, I don’t want your mouth. I want your pussy. Get up and follow me.”
He pulled me up and led me to his bed.
Once we were inside his bedroom, he thrust me over the bed, pinning me to it and keeping my ass in the air, my pussy was raised for his pleasure. Clive’s hands swerved over my smooth cheeks. Getting closer to my dripping wet pussy, he didn’t touch it yet, instead he teased me, carefully avoiding it while I trembled.
“Clive, please. I’m sorry I teased you before.”
“You’re killing me, babe. Do you know what you do to me? I want to slam my cock into you. I want to hear you screaming my name, but I know I need to be gentle with that hot, little pussy at first.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I haven’t done much.”
He wrapped his hands over my neck and gave me a kiss. That was sweet. The sweetness combined with his rough sexual energy was a dangerous mix.
“That’s fine. You’re wet and ready enough where I can take you slow at first. But you better believe once I’m inside you, I’m not going to be able to hold back for long.”
Teasing me by running his tip over my thighs, the cowboy couldn’t resist. He slid his thick tip past my pussy lips. Forcing me open, he stopped, his muscles clenching from that warm, moist pussy hugging him.
“Oh damn, Abby. I don’t know what to say. You’ve got one hell of a pussy.”
His hands massaged my ass cheeks, then dug in to get a solid hold as he stroked my entrance. I opened wider. My pussy clutched him as he did, and I knew he loved that by the groaning and his gripping getting fiercer.
Pulling the sheets off, they soon weren’t enough and I needed to dig my hands into the mattress. The mattress rocked as he took me all the way, driving his cock in until his balls smacked against my ass.
“Oh, Clive. I’m so full.”
“That’s it. Open up for me, because I want more. I want a hell of a lot more of you.”
How much more could I take?
I was worried, at the same time, excited. That nervous energy soon dissipated as he pulled out, then took me again. The pleasure his cock gave me was all I thought about. He hit my grooves, rubbing against my tender walls as he fucked me a little faster.
He pinned me to the bed. Then, when he wasn’t satisfied with that, and when his cock rubbed into me faster, opening me up wider, he pulled my arms back and bounced me off his hardness to watch my huge breasts rock.
“Look at those tits,” he grunted.
He slammed into me to get my breasts to bounce more. My pleasure built. I was on the verge of milking again or coming. I wasn’t sure which. All I knew was that I wouldn’t mind either.
When Clive pulled out of me, I wondered what was wrong, but then I was scooped up and dropped to the bed. He pressed against me on the side, stroking inside me, pushing to my deepest.
As he did, he caressed my breasts, grabbing handfuls and loving that softness in his hands.
“I needed to take you to the side so I could feel that. They feel so good. I’m going to come just from touching them.”
I was going to make that rough, experie
nced cowboy come like a school boy. He continued caressing my huge, filled breasts as he crashed into me. Even I was enraptured by the sight of my curves bouncing to his cock.
His cock stroked my sweet spot until I couldn’t take it.
“Clive,” I screamed his name, then he took my throat, holding me in place as he swung into me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and I knew he let out a loud curse because I was coming, pulling him in deeper to my womb.
He hit that juicy, sensitive end. I poured over him. He still managed to stay inside. Stuffing me, rubbing slowly against my trigger as I came, Clive kissed my shoulders, working his way up to my neck, and that’s when I attempted to escape.
Clive wasn’t through with me.
He kissed my trembling, curvy body until he came to my waist, then he slowed, licking, his tongue traveling over that V to lap me up.
I wasn’t ready for his tongue. No way.
His cock looked sensitive as well. It was throbbing, a slight shade of red, and his balls were taut, ready to release.
“Fuck me,” I told him.
Again, I found my courage when I didn’t think I had any left.
He smirked again.
“Thought you wouldn’t be able to handle me. I was right about you. Thanks for giving me another shot at that hot pussy. Abby, you’re divine.”
He spread my legs wide apart. I attempted to wrap my legs around his ass to help steady me but he wouldn’t allow it. Instead he pushed on me, pressing me farther into the mattress and keeping my ass in the air.
The cowboy’s tongue swayed over my nipples. He owned me, and he wanted me to know it. He was in complete control here.
“That feels so good,” I told him.
He pressed himself inside me again. Once again, I was filled, and those sparks were flying inside me. As he fucked me, I reached for the head board, but it was too far away. Instead I reached for him, and Clive at least granted me that, kissing me but then he pulled away, too focused on watching my sex take him.
“Give me that pussy, Abby.”
I pulled him in. I squeezed my hips. He groaned in approval and continued crashing into me.
“I can’t last,” he told me.