Lauren greeted me barefoot at the porch door dressed in a denim mini-skirt and a white cotton T-shirt. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. Her shirt clung to her breasts revealing a perfect roundness and the stark definition of partially erect nipples. They were larger than normal, for she had a four-month-old child and she was still breastfeeding.
I tried to get as much as an eyeful as I could without being obvious.
“Hi there,” she said. “Thanks for coming on Friday. Sorry about the mix up.”
I was involved in a multi-level marketing business with Lauren and her husband, and every Thursday I would come to her house and pick up products that I had ordered. Lauren had called me to tell me the delivery truck had been delayed and asked if I could come by on Friday this week instead. I didn’t question the change and told her that it wouldn’t be a problem.
“Where is everybody?” I asked. Normally there was a crowd of people who came at the same time for the same reason I was there.
“Oh, they all managed to come by earlier, so it’s just you this evening.”
This was fine with me. I could dispense with the social bullshit and get my ass out of there early. I entered the kitchen and headed over to my pile of products in the corner. Lauren closed the door behind me and I thought I heard the click of the lock, or maybe it was just the latch. Either way, I thought this was rather odd for a warm summer evening, but I didn’t question it and began sorting through my order.
Lauren left the room to get her baby daughter, then returned and sat down at the kitchen table. I glanced up to try and get another peak at her wonderful melons. Lauren was only a year older than I was and managed to look stunning even while slumming around the house. She had short auburn hair and sharp blue eyes that gave her the look of a cover girl. She had quickly lost the weight she had gained during her pregnancy and had already returned to her former petite size. I had lusted after her since the first day I met her, but out of respect of her marriage and her husband, those thoughts remained hidden in my fantasy vault.
“You don’t mind if I feed Alison, do you?” she asked.
“I have to breast feed Alison. You don’t mind do you?”
“Oh. Sure, I don’t mind at all.”
Actually I did mind. How could I sit here and not try and sneak a peak at this spectacle? It was both a dream and a nightmare come true. There was always the chance I might catch a quick glimpse of a naked breast, but if she caught me she would think I was a total perve. I don’t know why breast-feeding is such a turn on, but I am always put into this dilemma when some mother decides to whip out the old milk bar in public. I would think other guys must feel the same way. You can see them all looking around the room, trying not to be obvious about not looking, but wishing to catch a peek nonetheless.
I glanced up quickly to see what was going on and was delighted to see that she was too busy fussing with the baby to notice I was watching. She held the infant in the crook of one arm and worked her shirt up with the other. With a final yank, she lifted the hem above her breast and then hesitated. It was a beautiful site, a perfectly round pink areola against milky white flesh. I couldn’t believe my luck. She drew the baby’s face near the nipple and shifted forward, but the toddler did not seem interested.
“Come on, Sweetie-pie, aren’t you hungry tonight?” she asked.
All at once I felt a tent pole starting to press against my loose shorts and I had to look away. I was well hidden behind my pile of boxes, but I would have to stand up at some point and I would look pretty stupid with a raging hard on. How fucking embarrassing that would be?
“Rats, she just doesn’t seem to want to eat right now.” Lauren lowered her shirt back down, got up from the table and hurried out of the room. She returned a few minutes later without the baby. I looked up and her nipples were now pointed like nail heads ready to tear through her tight T-shirt. She opened one of the lower cupboards and poked around for a few seconds looking for something.
“Shoot,” she mumbled. “Where the heck did I put that?” She rummaged through another cupboard and then sat back and with her chin in her hand. “What am I going to do now?”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Oh, I can’t seem to find my breast pump.”
“That’s too bad. I don’t have mine on me either.” She tilted her head sideways and flashed a cute smile. “Why do you need your breast pump?” I asked.
“Well, I’m in somewhat of a predicament. Allison isn’t hungry right now, but I’m lactating and I really need to purge my milk glands. I normally use my pump when this happens, but I think I left it at work. Sometimes the pressure builds up and it can get pretty uncomfortable.”
“That sounds rough,” I replied, “one of the many tribulations of motherhood.”
“Yeah, you said it.” Lauren got up and sat at the table. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and she appeared to be in deep thought. After a few moments she said “Say, do you think…” her voice trailed off. “No, I couldn’t ask you that.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s really kind of embarrassing. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Try me. Now you’ve got me curious.”
“Well, have you ever tasted breast milk?”
I swallowed hard. “Ahhh, not that I can really remember. Why?”
“No, I just couldn’t. It would be asking too much.”
My tongue had just become a piece of wood. “Don’t feel that way,” I said. “I certainly would like to help out in any way I could,” my voice cracked.
“Well” she said “I just need to take a little of the pressure off until Allison is ready to eat, and I was wondering if maybe you could help me. I really don’t know what else to do. I would ask Michael but he won’t be back for hours.”
My half-mast tent pole instantly became a full grown hard wood. “I don’t think that would be a problem at all. I would be glad to help.”
“Oh that’s great. I knew you would understand. I really don’t know what else I would have done. I know it’s asking a lot.”
“Really, it’s no problem.” I grabbed a notebook and covered the bulge in my groin as I stood up. “What would you like me to do?”
She moved forward in her chair. “Well, I think right here is fine. Just come over here.”
As I moved toward her, she began to raise her shirt, this time with both hands. I knelt in front of her.
“That’s fine. Just go ahead, just like a baby would.” She lifted the shirt above her breasts, fully exposing both of them and forming a small tent over my head. I paused as I leaned forward and drank in their beauty. They were perfectly round and beautifully swollen. Her nipples seemed impossibly hard and long. The one on the left was leaking slightly so I decided to start with that one.
As my mouth approached her nipple she leaned towards me and I took it between my lips. It felt as hard as it looked and it instantly gushed a warm, rusty tasting liquid into my mouth. I heard her gasp slightly and she leaned towards me. I sucked slowly and felt the nipple enter further into my mouth as the soft flesh of her breast gave way to the pressure. I could feel her breath quicken as she leaned even harder into my face. As I continued to suck and swallow her milk, I began to work the base of her nipple with my tongue. I couldn’t help it. It was habit. She breathed even harder and suddenly straightened herself after pitching slightly to the side.
“Oh, that’s nice. You’re dong just fine,” she gasped, “now the other one.” I released my hold on her with a pop and slowly switched to her right breast, pausing again to marvel at its luscious beauty. Her right nipple had also begun to leak and seemed to be bursting out of its skin. I gently took it into my mouth and felt the same explosion as I had before. She slipped her shirt over the back of my neck and pulled my head closer, letting out a soft moan. I slowly drew my tongue back and forth across her nipple as her hot liquid ran down my throat.
She released her grip on her shirt and reached down with her right hand. Finding my left hand on the edge of the chair, she grabbed it and pulled it slowly up her torso to her right breast and then left it there. I could not believe this was happening. I felt its heavy load in my hand and squeezed it gently. I then found her pencil eraser nipple and lightly rubbed it. A little stream of her milk ran down my fingers. She moaned again and slightly shuttered. Each time I sucked, I opened my mouth a little further letting more of her soft flesh in. Soon my mouth was full of her, but I continued to rub her nipple hard against the bent tip of my tongue and drink down her nectar.
Her breathing continued to quicken and I could feel moisture building up on her body. I don’t think my cock had ever been so hard. All of a sudden I felt the top of her foot graze the underside of my erection. She stopped when she found my hard flesh, and then pushed up against it, rubbing slightly forward and backward a few times.
“Oh,” she breathed. “This isn’t very fair to you. I’m afraid I haven’t been very sensitive to your needs.” She paused between her words as if she had just run some wind sprints. “You helped me out and I need to return the favor.”
She pulled the shirt off the back of my head and removed it completely from her body, letting it drop behind her to the floor. I backed off of her and stood up, this time not bothering to hide my throbbing pole. She reached forward and pulled both my shorts and underwear down together, being careful to maneuver the waistband around my turgid beast. Her hair brushed against it as she pulled the shorts down around my ankles and the softness nearly made me explode. She stood up and grabbed my arms, turning me around.
“Here, sit down.” She completed the turn and sat me on the chair, easing me all the way back. She reached beneath her short skirt and removed her panties. Wasting no time, she lifted the front of her skirt and moved forward over my lap.
“It’s OK,” she breathed. “I’m back on the pill”. With this, she held my shaft and lowered herself onto it. I had no trouble entering her because she was already soaking wet. I couldn’t believe I was inside her. She was boiling hot and instantly enveloped my entire phallus up to the base of the shaft. I had to concentrate to keep from exploding. She planted her feet on both sides of the chair so she could lift herself back up. She then took her breast and held it back up to my mouth. “Please, continue,” she gasped. I quickly complied, once again taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking, harder this time.
She lifted herself up, then let slid back down. Then pushed back up, and then came down harder. She continued to pump up and down. Each time she came down she ground her pelvis into my lap, pushing forward. I matched her rhythm, thrusting upwards as best I could to meet her as she pounded back into me.
I didn’t know how long I was going to last. I wanted to give in to my pleasure and release the agonizing pressure in my loins, but I also wanted to make this last as long as I could. I concentrated on her breast and continued to suck down her sweet juice. I held one breast in my hand and helped her move up and down for a few pumps, then switched my mouth to her other breast and continued to drink from her.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. That’s it. Ohhhhh.” The speed of her up and down motion began to pick up, and each time she dropped it was a little harder. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pushed it hard into her heaving chest. I was afraid to let go now for fear of not being able to latch back on. I sucked harder and pulled as much of her into my mouth as I could.
“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” she squealed, each time she pounded down. I could feel shocks go through her body and her pussy began to constrict harder around me. She tightened up each time she lifted and seemed to suck me up with her. Finally she was going too fast and I could no longer hold her in my mouth. I released her and she grabbed the back of the chair with both hands. She tossed her head back and I clasped onto both of her breasts as she wildly pumped up and down.
“Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!” She was shrieking now. As she entered her orgasm, I gave in to mine and began bucking as I thrust her upward, nearly falling out of the chair. She held us in place with her grip on the top of the chair and then locked her legs around the back. Her body stiffened as she clamped down hard at the height of her orgasm.
“Ohhhhh! Ooooo! Ohhhh!” she moaned. I pushed hard and exploded into her. I couldn’t stop moving. I didn’t want to stop. She wouldn’t release her grip. She threw her head forward and bit into my neck. I kept thrusting up into her and she began to tighten up again.
“Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed. She then locked her mouth over mine to stifle her scream and her body tightened up again. A shock passed through her followed by a deep shiver. She moaned into my mouth and we began kissing hard, tongues fully entwining each other.
I finally stopped thrusting and she hugged me tight against her, an occasional shock still racking her body. We started kissing again, exploring each other’s mouths as our heart rates returned to normal. I looked up at her. “Feel better?” I asked.