by Jolene Avonn
If he doesn’t enter me, this is all just relief. Therapy, like him rubbing my breasts. A medically necessary handjob.
Don’t laugh. It made sense at the time.
I fought the urge to lick his shaft, instead gripping it softly and slowly guiding my hand up and down. Ben whimpered and closed his eyes. His entire upper body tensed. He held a hand on my arm, as if he was torn between helping me and making me stop.
“You have such a nice, big cock,” I said softly. “And it feels so tense. Does it hurt, being so hard like this?” I sped up my motions slightly, tightening the circle I made with my forefinger and thumb.
“It does,” he moaned.
“Where does it hurt?” I asked. I cupped his balls and massaged them gently. They were warm and soft. I wanted to kiss him all over, all around his wonderful member. “Down here?”
“Sort of,” he said. “Deep. At the base. Somewhere deep inside there.”
Still jerking him slowly with one hand, I used the other to press and tug at his balls, massaging along the base of his cock, trying to imagine a space filled with creamy liquid that needed relief. I thought of my own sense of fullness and the pain that accompanied it, and I thought of how amazing Ben’s touch was; I tried to channel that feeling into how I stroked him, imagining all of the tension and frustration vanishing under my fingertips.
“Oh, fuck,” he murmured. “Oh my God, Abby.”
I leaned forward and placed his cock between my breasts, pressing them against his shaft and raising myself up and down. Ben lifted his hips in a fucking motion, grinding himself into me.
“God, Abby, oh Jesus.” He sounded frantic.
I pressed myself harder against him, watching the head of his cock appear and disappear between my pillowy breasts faster and faster. He rammed his hips against me, lost to the oblivion of an impending explosion, gasping and clamping his hands over mine as we both squeezed my breasts tight. He was ridiculously hard. I longed to dip down and take his cock between my lips, or to tear my shorts off and climb up on his lap and fuck him silly, but I didn’t – I only watched hungrily as he fucked my tits.
When I saw the first drops of pre-cum burst free I tilted my head back and let jets of his load splash against my neck and breasts. A thin line of semen draped across my lips. I took a taste. It was a musky, manly salty-sweetness. It was pure and good, and I leaned back down to massage Ben’s half-hard dick with my breasts. I rubbed his come all over my chest. Finally, for the first time in forever, I let myself completely enjoy a moment. My tits gleamed in the dim light of the living room and it felt so, so good to keep rubbing them, working in the come and sweat and musk.
When I looked up, Ben blinked hard and watched me as I continued to slowly massage myself. We were both in a trance. I dropped one hand to his cock and milked the last traces of come from it, sampling from my damp fingers and licking my lips. He shuddered each time I squeezed him.
“Now it’s you who tastes good,” I murmured, half-drunk on his come. I wanted more than anything to suck his cock back to life and ride him hard on that couch.
He said “Thank you” again and again, and I said the same. I could tell he was thinking exactly what I was thinking – this was just the beginning.
Then we heard the upstairs floor creak, and we jumped up in tandem. It was like we both reached the same conclusion at the same time – we’d risked so much, and we couldn’t linger. He had to flee upstairs, I had to run to the guest room.
I know this sounds odd, but I didn’t clean myself off before I fell into a deep sleep. I wanted to smell our scents, smell us, as I faded away. I was so relaxed and secretly thrilled that I didn’t want to change a single thing.
So I didn’t. I snuggled tight against a pillow and breathed in deeply, carried away again by the fresh, salty, earthy scent of our lust.
~~~
The next morning I had fifteen seconds of peace before Philip started screaming and I noticed that, once again, my breasts were full and sore. Even after the morning feeding I was uncomfortable and cranky. I would have given anything for a long, steamy shower (perhaps with Ben) but I only had time for a quick rinse while my mother watched Phillip over breakfast.
When I walked downstairs I moved gingerly so I wouldn’t bounce too much, still toweling off my hair. My mother picked up her briefcase and headed for the garage.
“Ben’s on a run,” she said. “See you later.”
“Later, mom,” I said to a slamming door. I can’t say I was sorry to see her leave. Her indifference didn’t bother me as much, not after what had happened. It sounds cruel, but it’s true: my new secret with Ben made me feel powerful.
I was in the guest room playing with Philip when I heard Ben get home from his run. He went straight upstairs and started a shower. Later, I was too nervous to join him in the kitchen for a snack. He worked from home, so I resigned myself to feeling awkward all day. I wanted to see him, but I was completely afraid to take the first step.
I put Philip down for a nap and snuck into the den. I figured Ben would eat lunch in the kitchen, so I could read for a few minutes without him knowing I was out of my room.
I have to say, I was feeling very good that morning, despite the anxiety. I put on a pair of short khaki shorts and a pink tank top. Sure, my bulky bra showed a little, but when I pulled my hair back in a pony tail I thought I looked pretty hot. It was like the previous night had flipped a switch. It had turned me back on. I was a woman again.
I curled up in a leather chair with a magazine. With any luck, Philip would be down for at least an hour.
Of course, I also felt very tired after the previous night. I nodded off within five minutes. The latest celebrity gossip was no match for my fatigue.
I woke to find Ben entering the room.
“Oh!” I said. “I’m sorry. Did you need to work in here?” I stood quickly and headed for the door.
Ben grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around.
“No, Abby,” he said. “Don’t go.”
I faced him but couldn’t meet his eyes. I was already blushing. He had both hands on my shoulders and I was afraid that if I looked at him I’d be unable to control myself.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop. Look at me, Abby. Do you understand?”
I raised my eyes to find his earnest baby blues staring into my very center.
“I...I think so,” I said. I felt all the familiar heat building.
Ben took a deep breath. “I have to taste you again,” he said softly. His hands slid down to cover my breasts. My legs almost buckled. I grabbed his wrists and held him against me. His hands were practically burning through my shirt.
“But,” he continued, “I feel bad. I know that – ”
“You shouldn’t feel bad, Ben,” I said.
“— you deserve more,” he finished.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you, um, finished me off last night. You deserve the same, to be treated so well.”
I laughed, and then leaned in close. “Here’s a secret, Ben,” I whispered. “You made me come. Just by touching me. Just by...milking me.”
“Really?” he said. “I guess I didn’t notice, I was so caught up. Did I touch you...there?”
“My pussy?” I said. “Yes, Ben. You touched it very nicely.”
He blushed severely. “Oh my God, that’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly!”
“All I could think about was your breasts and your milk and...”
“And?”
“And I’ve never felt so good before. I had something warm and sweet, and it came from inside you. Right here.” He thrilled me with a gentle squeeze. “Jesus, it’s making me hard just thinking about it.”
“Well, let’s do something about that,” I said.
“No!” Ben said. “It’s you first, remember? We should do what you want, nothing more, nothing less. You tell me what to do.
Right here. Right now.”
I let my breath out slowly and ran through a quick inventory of what I wanted. So many things! Ben’s cock. Ben’s cock filling my pussy. Ben’s cock plunging into my mouth. My lips on Ben’s. Ben’s hands on my tits. Ben’s mouth on my nipples. Ben’s mouth...on my nipples.
God, I was so sore and achy again.
“Milk me more,” I whispered, suddenly overcome with a desire to have Ben suckling at my breasts. For the relief, and for the connection with a man who was so desperate to please me.
“I’d love to,” he said, sliding my shirt above my breasts and cupping them.
“But wait,” I said, blinking hard to keep focused. “I want to be on top of you.” It struck me that what I wanted most was to be above Ben, with him supporting and sucking my breasts. I thought I’d feel weightless.
Ben nodded. He shoved a coffee table to the side and laid flat on a Persian rug in the center of the room. I put one foot on each side of his stomach and stood over him, pausing to savor the sight of the strong, willing man between my legs. I could see his cock bulging in his jeans. He unbuttoned his blue Oxford shirt to expose his chest. Then he reached up to caress my legs, running his slightly callused hands up and down tentatively. When he reached my inner thighs and stopped just at the edge of my shorts I almost fell over.
I lifted my shirt over my head, tossing the tank top on to a nearby chair. Then I reached back to unhook my bra. My breasts surged forth, springing free and hanging heavy and full in front of me. I looked past them and saw Ben underneath me, enraptured. One breast was already dripping slightly from the nipple. A drop fell to Ben’s stomach. He smiled.
I thought for a second, then unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I had on red lace panties that barely covered me. I’d wanted to feel sexy, and I did. They were snug against my pussy and I couldn’t wait to sit down on Ben and press myself into his thickness.
Finally, after standing over him for another few seconds, I crouched down and sat squarely on Ben’s crotch. I gasped as I felt his hard cock against my pussy and inner thigh. His eyes opened wide and he said, “Ohhhh yes.”
“Now,” I said quietly, easing forward so I was riding his abs and my breasts were hanging in his face, “I want you to hold my breasts and milk me. Squeeze me. Drink from me. I want to feel like I’m floating.”
I pressed my breasts together and angled the nipples toward his face. Ben gulped once and placed his hands on them.
“Oooohhhhhh God,” I said. The compression felt great, because I knew that in a matter of seconds the pressure would all be released. He started kneading at me, almost like a cat kneads its mother’s stomach: right hand, then left hand, pushing then retracting, and I dropped my head and reached up to untie my ponytail. My hair spilled over Ben’s face and chest. I swung side-to-side, brushing him with my nipples and hair. Then I bent down further and we let our lips glide together in our first kiss. It was delicious. This sounds strange, I know, but it was like he was kissing me on my mouth and pussy at the same time. The sensations in both places were the same – firm, wet, probing, and exquisite. I wriggled my hips and ground myself against his stomach as we let our tongues slide together and explore.
He kept massaging my chest, using one hand to grasp a nipple and pull down until a stream of milk sprayed on his midsection. I leaned back and sat up straighter, watching him cup and milk me slowly and steadily, wringing sprays of milk down on to his chest and face. He licked his hands occasionally. He reached up to kiss my nipples. Then he began to suck, and I lost strength in my arms. I leaned over him, a hand on each side of his head, watching my tits swing over him as he slowly – deliciously – drained me.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Milk me, Ben, please milk me more.”
I slid my hand down, fumbling with the button and zipper of Ben’s jeans. I kept my mouth planted on his as I found his cock and pulled it in to the open. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he groaned as I began to pull lightly on his shaft. The vibrations in his throat went right up in to me, spurring my hips to more frantic writhing.
“I want you to fuck me and milk me at the same time,” I said, when we came up for air. “You just keep doing what you’re doing, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Ben nodded. He wrapped both hands around my left breast and squeezed, sending a stream of milk into his open mouth. He coated his tongue and swallowed, then moved to my right breast to gnaw and mouth at it ravenously.
I slid my hand down and pulled my panties to the side. No time for niceties. I grabbed his cock and placed the hot tip right against my pussy, working it in a small circle against my outer lips and groaning as Ben milked me right when his cockhead brushed my clit. I pushed him into me just enough to coat his head, getting it nice and slick, then continued rubbing it against the outside of my pussy, spreading my eager lips wide with his girth. I slid myself up and down his shaft. My juices were running free, drenching his cock. Everything was so slippery I probably could have come just from splitting my lips with his hard shaft.
Finally, after I’d teased myself until I was nearly insane with desire, I aimed his cock at my opening and guided him home.
It was incredible. I felt so tight, and Ben’s cock was so wide, that I gasped as the swollen head pushed between my lips and slowly slid in. Even with how wet I was, it took a slow minute or two of quivering, shaking hips to work myself all the way down to the base of his cock. I took my time. I enjoyed every inch of progress. I leaned forward, then back, letting a little more in with each descent, until finally I rested with him completely buried to the hilt.
I could feel his pulse in my pussy. Ben had stopped milking. His eyes were shut tight. He let out a long sigh.
“Oh my,” he whispered. “It’s so hot. Inside you. So tight around me. So wet. I can’t believe I’m fucking you.”
“I know,” I whispered back, slowly rocking my hips. My clit was grinding against him and driving me mad. It’d been so long since I’d been fucked. And to be honest, I’d never had a cock like this inside me. “You’re so big, Ben. It’s amazing. I’ve wanted your cock for so long.”
He pushed his hands up under my breasts and held them firmly as I started to move up and down. As I increased the pace, he kept them from moving a single inch. He just held me firm and let me ride his cock.
“Use me,” he moaned. “Use my dick.”
I started slow, easing all they way up and sliding down, but I admit that I only made that last about thirty seconds. As soon as I felt the ridges of his shaft rubbing me and filling me, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I rose up and slammed home in one quick pulse. I cried out, and bucked up and down again. He stuffed me completely. My pussy opened to take him. I hovered, his head just parting my lips before I thrust down. Again and again. Ben grunted each time I descended, and he began to squeeze both of my breasts hard. Really hard. I sprayed milk from both nipples and once again he lapped the warm liquid eagerly.
The sight of this, plus the feeling of being so thoroughly fucked, turned me into a banshee. I couldn’t stop yelling.
“Ben! Ben! Oh, Ben!” I shouted, raising up and slamming down. I looked between my legs and saw myself creaming all over the thick cock that was impaling me, my juices all over Ben’s thighs and balls and little slick threads of fluid connecting us each time we nearly separated. It was so fucking dirty, and so hot. And I admit, I thought some cruel things along the way.
I’m fucking Ben, mom, you fucking bitch! I’m fucking him like a dirty little whore! I’m creaming on his dick like you never could!
The pent-up rage made me fuck harder. Ben groaned as I slammed my pussy with abandon. I gripped his shoulders hard, digging my nails into his flesh, and I planted my mouth on his again. I bit his lip and tasted my own milk, like vanilla and cinnamon with a dose of Ben’s own flavor along with it.
I was intoxicated. I tumbled over the edge. I seemed to lose every sense but the sheer joy streaming from my ravenous pussy and ravaging my body.
I was flooded with warmth and ultimate bliss. It was like I had a glimpse of heaven.
My pussy spasmed around Ben’s thickness and he started to thrust into me harder as I came. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t make noise. I just froze, mouth open wide and Ben holding me up with his two big hands against my chest and his cock pummeling me with hard, wet smacks. My entire body convulsed as I bucked and flexed. Then I collapsed. My arms gave out. My thighs were burning and weak. Ben couldn’t hold me – I just flopped right on top of him and buried my face in his chest.
We both panted until we could speak.
“Holy shit,” Ben said.
“Yes,” I said. It sounded like he was very far away. I was so warm and so relaxed. It felt like every muscle in my body was turned to mush.
“It’s like you disappeared,” he said, his voice tense. “And some other woman was here, and she took over. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
“I think I did disappear.” I was fading into sleep.
“Abby?” he asked a few minutes later.
“Yes?” I mumbled.
“I’m so fucking close to coming right now.” He was still completely inside me. That explained the pleading in his voice.
“Do whatever you want,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Ben. Do it. However you want.” Then, quieter: “I’m yours.”
Ben didn’t need any more convincing. Before I knew what happened, he had me flipped over on my back and he was on top. He placed his cock at the entrance of my still-twitching pussy and rammed himself home. I saw stars.
“Ohhh!” I shouted. It was like he was splitting me in two...again.
Ben remained silent, his face serious, his brow furrowed. He hooked his arms under my legs and then leaned forward to grab my breasts with both hands. I was spread open wide and my feet were near my ears and I didn’t care at all. He had me immobilized and he fucked me like a beast. I watched his cock disappearing inside me as my legs flopped wildly. It was all like a dream. I heard myself crying out. He paused, arched back, and hurled himself deeper.