I first met Vicki about 7 years ago when we were both 23. She hired in to the
company where I worked, but we had very little initial contact. Vicki was fairly
plain, not too pretty; a typical female engineer. I was not drawn to her, for
she was definitely not my type. Her short hair was dirty blond, her breasts were
36a, and her hips were slightly hefty. My girlfriend Amy, however, had long
brunette hair, a 40d-26-36 figure, and loved sex. There just wasn't much reason
for me to be interested in Vicki. Our company has about 10,000 employees, and
our department over 200 people amassed in a large office area, so Vicki and I
did not have any opportunity to get to know one another that first year. The
only times that we spoke, we started a fake/hostile relationship, always giving
each other a hard time. But that was just her nature. During this time I became
engaged to Amy, and we planned to marry in the fall of 85. During the summer of
85, we ended up as engineers in the same section. A desk next to me became
vacant, and Vicki ended up sitting there. Quickly we became friends, still
always giving each other a hard time. Still I felt no great attraction for her
in a sexual manner (besides the natural male curiosity), and our relationship
soon began to turn into a brother/sister interdependence. Both of us are
only-children, so the experience was kind of unique for us. Vicki clearly let me
know that she found me in no way attractive in a sexual manner. While I felt the
same, the more that she pointed this out to me, the more she became attractive.
Amy was never jealous of Vicki. First of all, Amy is not the jealous type, but
second, Amy knows my taste in women, and Vicki clearly did not meet the mold. On
schedule, Amy and I married in October of 85. Vicki came to the wedding,
bringing one of her first dates in months. Vicki rarely dated, and was a self
admitted virgin. Meeting her, you would understand. She really looked like the
kind of girl who would become a lesbian, controlled by some butch partner.
However, she was straight, and I could tell she really longed for a boyfriend. I
even tried to set her up with a few friends of mine, but I think she felt
uncomfortable dating my friends (as though they might tell me something behind
her back). Because of this, none of her dates ever got serious, and she was not
a first-date kisser. Since she did not go out much, Vicki would always end up
doing things with my wife and I. I know that she felt like a third wheel, so we
always tried to invite her to group activities where there were other single
people. A bunch of us even went to Disney World together in the spring of 86. We
took over three rooms in the Contemporary Resort and had a blast. Finally,
around Christmas of 86, Vicki started to go out with Rick (we quickly dubbed
them Rick & Vick). Rick was a little older than her, and had just broken up from
a serious relationship, so he was not in any hurry to rush into anything again.
This casual approach to their relationship put Vicki at ease, and by the fall of
87 they were truly in love. Vicki never revealed the exact date, but I think she
lost her virginity about October of 87 to Rick. Rick was very good for her.
Vicki's self-confidence really began to build. She started working out at a
health club, she bought better clothes (even purchasing a few mini- skirts which
were just coming back into style), and she really started to wear the make-up
well. A new hairstyle complemented her change, and she really began to attract
some attention. The time spent working out really helped her figure. Her
slightly pear-shaped behind became the talk of our department as it
metamorphoses into a tight, shapely ass. Her clothes were not so plain anymore.
While not sexy by any means, they did fit her better, and were of brighter
colors. Jeans and slacks definitely fit her better, and she knew it. More than
once I gasped aloud when she bent over in front of me. Of course she would
pretend to get mad and angry with me, but I knew that she enjoyed the attention.
Her make-up and hairstyle really made her look beautiful. Vicki's hair was now a
lighter blond, and it had grown shoulder-length. She never failed to turn a
head. And then came the breasts. Vicki started on "THE PILL" in the summer of
88. Her hormones began to react, and by Christmas of 88 she had gone from a 36a
to a 36c. We're talking the difference between bumps and breasts here. It was as
though she had gone through puberty at 26. Once again she became the talk of the
department, and I actually became quite proud of the fact that she spent all of
her free time at work with me. Guys would actually ask me what my secret was.
But Vicki and I still remained just best friends. Our relationship had not
changed much, except that she did not need my company outside of work. Rick (who
became her husband in July of 89), had his own set of friends, and they usually
did things with them. Rick and I were not necessarily comfortable together, and
usually avoided the situation. I'm an engineer and kind of a computer geek, were
Rick is an office manager and a Raiders' fan, and little else really matters.
But I like him; he is definitely good to Vicki, and very good for her. Vicki,
being a virgin up until Rick, was clearly faithful. While I joked at sex with
her a few times, she still quickly let me know that it would be impossible. I
know that she didn't really take me seriously anyway. Our brother/sister
friendship continued. In 1990, Amy and I had a daughter. One year later, almost
to the day, Vicki had a daughter as well. This gave us even more to talk about
as we compared notes, exchanged clothes, and talked about such wonderful things
as diapers and rashes. And one thing both Amy and Vicki had in common was breast
feeding. Amy's breasts had grown to 42DD over the summer of 1990. It was really
amazing, but they were always so sore and tender that Amy could not breast feed,
let alone withstand me playing with them. She had to use an electric pump to get
the milk, and feed our baby with a bottle. Here were two marvelous mountains of
flesh which were as untouchable as sacred Indian ground. One of my favorite sex
acts was the old pearl necklace, but Amy definitely could not stand to have my
cock between her tits. Oh well, the breast feeding only went on until
Thanksgiving. Quickly her breasts returned to their original 40D. Vicki however
was amazing. Those breasts which had been 36a's in 1983 were now well over 38DD.
The change was incredible. 38DD's are just as large as 42DD's, the only
difference is 4 inches in the diameter of the rib cage. So Vicki's tits were now
as large as my wife's had been. When she came back to work after her maternity
leave, it was quite a pleasure to see her try and fit into her pre-pregnancy
tops. Her tits were just enormous, and I just couldn't help but stare at times.
Vicki seemed to take this rather well. Although she constantly complained about
their size and weight, she only seemed to be flattered by my attention. On one
particular day, she arched her back and stretched, immediately drawing my
attention. A poor button gave up its life and popped off, flying across our
cubicle. We both completely cracked-up laughing. "My god Vicki. They're
incredible! I think I would have died if I was as close as that button too." She
just laughed some more and shook a threatening finger at me. Vicki would always
disappear right after lunch as she went to our company's medical department to
pump the milk from her breasts. I always volunteered to go and guard the door
for her, or to hold the pump, but she would just shake her head and call me a
pervert. After pumping, the milk would be stored in her purse-sized ice chest.
This went on all summer until September of 1991 (I write this less than a month
after IT happened). Vicki and I were assigned to go out of town together on a
business trip. Both of us are trainers for our department's CAD-CAM system, so
we were sent to a CAD class in Alabama. The class was on a Monday and Tuesday,
so we planned to fly out on the Monday morning red-eye, and return on Tuesday
evening. This way she would only have to be gone from her daughter about 40
hours. She had gotten ahead in pumping milk, so her husband had a good supply to
take care of their daughter until Vicki returned. Since a woman cannot turn off
the milk supply, Vicki planned to bring the pump with her and pump on the trip.
This milk would then be discarded since it would be too difficult to carry back
on the plane. Vicki and I really started to look forward to our trip together.
It would be really nice to get away from our spouses and children (mine was a
holy terror by this time). We would also get to spend some non-work time
together. We took the usual ribbing from our co-workers and our spouses, but no
one was serious. Vicki and I had been friends for so long; certainly if anything
was going to happen, it would have happened by now. Right? We arrived in Alabama
right on time. Since I had been here before (and since it is kind of the male
thing to do), I rented the car and we made it to the class with time to spare.
The class lasted until 3:00, and we skipped out of the afternoon lab so we could
check in to our hotel. Vicki also needed to pump, after which we would explore
the town. It was incredibly hot for September, so we really wanted to get out of
our good clothes. Our rooms were in the same wing of the hotel, opening out into
a common hall. The were typical rooms with double beds, a dresser, a nightstand
w/ bible, a table, and two chairs. The T.V. was at least 15 years old, and being
in the bible belt, there was no adult channel. Oh well, I'd live. It would only
be one night. At 5:30 I knocked on her door. After the usual "just a minute" she
opened it. "WOW!" I exclaimed. She was wearing a jean miniskirt and hot pink
tee-shirt which was filled with those two gigantic melons. Her maternity bra was
clearly visible under the thin material. I could only imagine what this outfit
would look like braless. "Watch it" she responded sternly. "It's just too hot to
wear anything else." "I'm watching it!" She shot me a dirty look and started
down the hall towards the parking lot. Her legs looked great. Once again,
because of the heat, she wasn't wearing hose. And with her left-over summer tan
and fit-and-trim legs, she didn't need them. I only wished that I could see more
of her ass. Transfixed I followed her. We spent our government per-diem at a
Chinese restaurant, and found a small mall to walk around in (which was
thankfully air-conditioned). There just wasn't much else to do in this mid-sized
town. We found two theaters in the mall, so we ended up seeing Terminator 2 (I
for the third time). Vicki's husband just wasn't into those types of movies so
it was her first time. When the movie got out, it was 10:30 so we headed back to
the hotel, pausing briefly to get ice-cream at a very packed Dairy Queen which
had been trying to close since 10:00. We said goodnight and parted in the hall.
I turned on the T.V., hit the john, and sat back to watch the news. At least
they had CNN. I quickly called my wife, told her I was still alive, and she
assured me that she and my daughter were as well. Nothing exciting had happened
since 4:00 that morning, so we quickly said goodbye. After this full day, I
failed to realize how tired that I was, and quickly dozed off while watching
David Good now on CNN Headline. About 15 minutes later the phone in my room
rang. "Hello?" My heart was racing after being abruptly awaken. "We need to go
out." It was Vicki, and she was speaking in her distressed voice. "What?" "I
need to get something." "What?" I repeated, slightly annoyed. She was always
pulling crap like this. "I dropped the pump on the bathroom floor and it broke."
"I'll be over in a second." I was still dressed and merely walked the few steps
down the hall to her door and knocked. "Just a minute." God she was so
predictable! I could hear her putting clothes back on. She opened the door and
was dressed as before, but I was just too tired to care. The broken pump was on
the sink in the bathroom. A plastic funnel covers the breast, and it had broken
into about 20 different pieces. Without it, the pump could not build up suction
and was therefore useless. The pump itself, as well as the collection bottle was
undamaged. Vicki had moved to the desk/dresser and was looking through the
Yellow Pages section of the phone book. "I called several places already, but
none of them are open this late." "Where would you buy one anyway?" "Well,
K-mart or Ventura normally. Or a drugstore. But this town completely closes by
10:00." I picked the bed that Vicki was not using and stretched out with her
suitcase. Meanwhile, she tried every single drugstore in the book. Nearly a
quarter of them were open late, but only the pharmacies. No one had a breast
pump. "Dang!" she exclaimed (hard language for her). "Who else would sell them?"
"Oh, like I would know," I replied. "Can't you hold off until morning?" "No way.
It hurts like crazy now. It was murder getting through the ice-cream." But I
knew she'd do anything, suffer any pain, for ice cream. "This isn't something
that a 7-11 would sell." I thought back to my own experiences with breast pumps.
I had only seen them at one place besides a store. "You could call a hospital.
They could probably use your milk." She smiled and snapped her fingers. "Good
idea." The next barrage of phone calls lasted until midnight. Basically they
went as follows: Hospital one had no maternity ward. Hospital two accepted
donations, but only during the day shift, and only from women who had been
checked out by their lab. Vicki stressed that this was an emergency, so they
connected her to the emergency room clerk. The clerk told her that pumping was
not considered an emergency, but since she was from out of town they would do
it. She would have to pay $417.00 (cash) or get authorization from our company's
insurance. Hospital three was a trauma center. Hospital four repeated hospital
two, except it was over $500.00. Call five went out to our insurance company
(whose 24- hour number our travel itinerary thoughtfully had printed on it).
Basically, to them, breast pumping was not an emergency. Authorization refused.
Vicki insisted that she speak with a supervisor, who happened to be a doctor. He
also refused explaining that a mistake on her part (such as breaking her pump)
was not going to be insured, especially for $417.00. Between us we had $100.00,
the hospitals wouldn't take a check, and neither of our bank cards would work
anywhere in this town. The hotel wouldn't cash anything larger than $50.00, and
there were no Easy-Ed's 24 hour check cashing centers. Even the Western Union
was closed until 6:00 am. Already I could see that the breast pads in her
maternity bra were soaked. Dark circles were appearing on her shirt at the tips
of her huge tits. "Vicki, can you use your fingers to force the milk out?" "No,
that just doesn't work. It gets the milk started, but it won't do well enough."
She was still scanning through the phone book, I think nearly on the verge of
tears. "Maybe I should call my doctor. He could talk to the insurance company."
"Well, all you really need is a baby." "Great," she glared at me. "Where am I
going to find one of those?" "I'll volunteer," I replied half jokingly. The joke
suddenly sent signals to my groin and I stared openly at her breasts. "Right."
"Well, you could wait until your tits exploded." She turned back to the phone
book. "Listen Vicki, I'm serious. I'd do it for you." "Yeah, I'm sure you
would." "Well, problem solved then." She actually looked as though she
considered it for a moment, then replied: "No way, you'd enjoy it too much." So
might you, I thought. "You're running out of choices. Besides, I'd promise not
to enjoy it." She laughed at that. "Right." "No one would ever have to know, and
tomorrow morning we'll buy you another pump." She paused for a moment. "Just
what are you purposing that you do to help me?" As if she didn't know. "Nurse?"
"Babies aren't the only ones with suction. It's not like a sex act or anything."
She was quiet again and went back to the phone book for several minutes. A hand
went up to rub the side of one throbbing breast. "If I agreed to this, how would
we do it." "I take it Rick has never tried this before?" I myself had only once.
Amy's breasts were just too sensitive to allow it. "No, don't be gross." "Why is
it gross? Your baby does it every day." "That's different." "How?" She paused
again. I could see the engineer's mind looking for alternatives, but I had given
her an easy way out of the problem, and it was getting critical. "You wouldn't
tell anyone?" she asked. "Who would believe me?" "If Rick were to find out..."
"There's no way he could find out. This isn't something to feel guilty about.
We're friends Vicki, I think maybe our friendship could survive this." "I don't
want you to touch me." She said. "How would we do this?" "You would sit on the
bed, and I'd put my head in your lap." "I can't sit like that, I've tried it
while feeding before. I have to have my back against something." The headboards
on these beds were made up of shelves, and clearly could not support someone's
back, and the pillows were too small to be of any use. "Then I'll sit on a
chair, and you sit facing me on my lap." I couldn't fight the erection groin in
my jeans, I only hoped that she wouldn't see it. At this, I got up and told her
to stand up. Between the frustration, the pain, and her exhaustion, Vicki seemed
to give in. The chair for the desk had no arms, so it would work perfectly. I
moved it into the center of the room, between the two beds' footboards. She
looked at me sternly and said: "I'm only doing this because I'm in incredible
pain." "So am I. I'm only thinking of you." I couldn't hold back an ear-to-ear
grin. "Right." She moved over to the desk lamp and shut it off. "You don't need
to turn the lights off," I said taking my seat. "Wrong." Hotels have about a
million different lights in the rooms (none of which are bright enough to do any
good). She moved to the entryway to turn off that light, then the two
headboards, then the nightstand, and then the hanging light over the table. She
also made certain that the drapes were together. She did, however, leave the
bathroom light on. Next she took her shirt off, but all I could see was her
silhouette against the drapes. I realized that she was opening the nursing flaps
on the bra, and removing the nursing pads (these round funky pads that soak up
milk when a woman starts to "leak"). She moved to me, hesitated a moment, then
straddled my lap placing her hands on the back of the chair to either side of my
head. I could make out the outline of her breast protruding from the bra, but it
was too dark to see the nipple. She started to move her breast towards my mouth.
"Let me do this," she commanded. I was only happy to be here. I felt her right
nipple press against my lip. As I opened my mouth I felt a high pressure stream
of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I moved forward until my lips circled
her nipple and pressed firmly against the flesh. A gasp escaped her lips as the
pressure was released. The milk was very warm, but being body temperature, I
almost couldn't feel it in my mouth, but I could definitely taste it. Breast
milk is very sweet, and really not too bad. As I sucked on her breast I could
feel the nipple harden between my lips and I couldn't help but tongue it a few
times. Each time she gasped, but didn't pull back. The breast was also getting
very warm, a side-effect of producing milk. By this time I had a full erection,
but she sat back near my knees and couldn't feel it; and in the dark she
couldn't see it. I didn't let it worry me. I just went with the feeling. As I
continued to nurse and lick her nipple she started to slightly squirm until at
one point she pulled her breast completely away. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Sensitive." She replied. "Am I hurting you?" Her voice turned to a whisper.
"No, it's just sensitive." Even in the dark I could tell that she was blushing.
"Well, you can't run away," and with that I slipped my hands around her waist
and pulled her towards me. My mouth made contact with the top of the bra, and I
followed her curves back down to naked flesh. I then extended my tongue, licking
my way back to the nipple; she actually moaned aloud. I pulled her even closer
and I felt her come in contact with the bulge in my jeans. Due to the fact that
she had on a miniskirt, only the thin material of her panties separated her from
my jeans. My cock pressed hard against her as I continued to nurse. Obviously
feeling my erection, she tried to pull away, but I had her firmly about the
waist. The movement only accented her squirming, and I intensified my sucking
and tongue action. Her left breast kept hitting my right cheek, soaking it with
leaking milk. Within only a few moments her attempts at escape became gentle
rubbing against my bulge. The milk became thicker, and I knew this breast was
about done. As the right breast went dry, my hands went up to the back of her
bra. I quickly unhooked it. She didn't say a word. As I took my lips away from
her nipple, I pulled the bra forward, and down her arms. Running my hands up her
stomach to her chest, I cupped both enormous breasts. I guided her left breast
to my mouth and began to nurse again. My left hand toyed a moment with her spent
breast, and with her nipple which was nearly 1/2 an inch long. She started to
rub her crotch against my cock again, and I could only imagine that her panties
must be soaked. I couldn't smell her however due to the aroma of the milk. As I
started to quickly tongue the left breast, and tug gently on the nipple of the
right one, Vicki began to intensify her movements. Within a few moments her
hands left the back of the chair and wrapped around my neck forcing my face hard
against her breast. Suddenly the movements became a bucking, and she started to
moan loudly, an orgasm coming upon her. I continued to suck but her jerking
became frantic and I lost her breast which then sprayed my face with milk. She
continued to moan and rub her cunt against my cock. The next thing I knew two
breast were hitting me in the face as she stood (while still straddling me) and
leaned forward. A hand touched my crotch and traced its way up to my zipper. In
seconds her hand was fishing through my open fly, and soon pulled my throbbing
cock out. "Please," is all she said. Why she was asking me, I don't know, for I
really didn't have a say in the matter. Using her right hand, she moved the
crotch of her panties aside. Using her left, she grasped my cock and guided it
against her hot, moist pussy. I felt the lips of her cunt spread open, and then
she sat down, engulfing me it a very warm, velvety vice. "Oh God," I exclaimed.
"Please," she repeated. "Suck me." I quickly found her breast again and
continued to suck. Now her movements were up and down on my cock, and she
continued to moan loudly. I could clearly feel the lips of her pussy around my
shaft as she fucked me. Within seconds she had another orgasm and I followed
immediately. It hadn't even taken 30 seconds from the time I entered her. I came
in her cunt for at least a minute while she thrashed about, and while I
continued to nurse. Despite the incredible sensitivity in my cock, I stayed in
her and continued to suck. She merely sat still and breathed hard. I could feel
her heart beating through her breasts and against my lips. As this breast
started to go dry, she began moving up and down on my cock again, which had
never lost more than half of its erection. Soon I was hard again, and she was
moaning. Since the breast was now dry, I moved back to the other one and began
to lick the nipple. "Yes!" She moaned. "Lick me." I continued to lick her,
alternating from breast to breast. "Fuck me Vicki, common, fuck me." I said to
her. She increased her pace and moaned louder. "Yes....fuck...." Noting that
this talk seemed to turn her on, I tried some more: "Common Vicki, fuck me. Ride
my cock. You're fucking ME Vicki. Do you like fucking my cock with your cunt?"
"Yes..." is all she could say. Her head was back and she was using all of her
energy to move up and down. "...I ...want IT again ." "You want to
come on me again? You want to come on my cock?" "Yes..." "Then grind you
pussy against me. Feel my cock in your cunt." This took her over the edge and
her hips moved in a blur as she came on my cock again. She was just too wet, so
I really couldn't feel her that well, and the speed was wrong for me, so I
didn't come with her. Instead, I lifted her up (still attached to my cock) and
moved to the bed. She went down back first, with me on top, her legs straddling
my waste. I pulled out and took off my clothes, then quickly removed her
panties, leaving her in only the mini skirt. I grabbed her ankles and spread her
legs wide apart, then re-mounted her. My cock sunk down to the hilt, and I could
clearly feel my balls against her ass. She moaned still again. I couldn't
believe I was finally fucking Vicki, and that she was so turned on. In only a
few more strokes I could tell that she was fairly numb, so I changed my attack.
I pulled out of her and moved up to straddle her chest. Clearly perplexed she
looked at me with questioning eyes. I reached down to her gigantic tits and
rapped them around my hard, wet cock. After I began to fuck her cleavage, Vicki
got the idea and replaced my hands with hers. My only regret is that I couldn't
see too well in the darkness. Her tits were very firm. I could feel every inch
of my cock sliding in and out between them. Vicki actually moaned slightly as
she gave in to the illicit and unknown feelings that she was having, and I could
see that she was rubbing her nipples with her index fingers while cupping her
breasts, pushing them together. She also was grinding her hips at the air, so I
reached back and inserted a finger into her cunt and found her clit with my
thumb. After only a few more minutes of watching this, I came again, soaking her
neck. While she didn't come again, she was too tired to care. She got up to go
to the bathroom dropping her skirt on the floor. I was asleep before she
returned. The next morning I awoke to find her beside me, still asleep. Dried
milk covered part of my face and chest. I could hear a vacuum cleaner down the
hall, and its sound had slowly awoken me. I turned to stare at Vicki. The
blanket only covered her from the waste down, so for the first time I looked
upon her magnificent breasts in the light of the morning sun. She lay slightly
on her side, facing me, so that her right breast lay on the sheet, and her left
breast lay on the right one. A man cupping both hands together might be able to
encompass one of them. The skin was very tight, almost artificially smooth, with
purple veins barely exposed thought the flesh. The nipples were light brown,
almost pink, and now lay flat against the breast. Her beautiful blond hair was
sprawled upon the pillow, and her lips slightly parted in a smile as she slept.
I watched her for about a minute. Her breathing did incredible things to her
breasts and I began to feel an erection once again. I checked my watch and found
it to be 10:15 am. Neither of us had set an alarm. We were already over two
hours late for the class - oh what the hell! The sounds of the vacuum seemed to
be coming closer, so I quietly slipped out of bed and placed the DO NOT DISTURB
sign on the door, ignoring the complimentary Wall Street Journal. Opening the
door made the vacuum sound even louder, and the latch made a horrible click, but
Vicki only rolled onto her back and sighed. Her tits gave in to gravity and
spread slightly to either side. I crept back into bed and carefully covered her
right nipple with my mouth, barely touching her flesh. Slowly I worked my tongue
across the nipple and began to build up a suction. Just as milk began to flow,
Vicki awoke in a haze and moaned aloud. I pulled my lips away for a second
(getting sprayed with milk from the built-up pressure), and said: "Good
morning." She didn't even try to resist, she just began to moan again. As I
continued to nurse, she started to squirm. I slowly used my right hand to brush
her left breast, then followed the curve of her body down into the sheets. I
moved my hand over her stomach, past her bush (lightly touching the hair), and
began to rub her inner thighs. By the time I had emptied the right breast, she
was violently moving her hips, trying to bring her clit in contact with my hand.
As I started to roll her towards me, so that I could reach her left breast,
Vicki completed the roll and landed on top of me. I felt her hand grasp my cock
again as she inserted me into her soaking pussy. This caused the blankets to
slide down her back and fall to my knees, and for the first time I had a partial
view of her brown bush (well, I knew she wasn't really a light blond). Her hand
continued to hold the base of my cock as she fucked me. Her eyes were closed,
her back was arched, and her tits obscenely hung down in front of my face. Using
her free hand, Vicki placed the left breast against my face without opening her
eyes. Taking the hint, I sucked the nipple into my mouth and was immediately
rewarded with a flow of milk. She leaned farther forward and placed her hand on
the headboard to hold herself up. The other hand had moved to my balls and was
gently rubbing them. Up until now, my hands had a hold of her waist, but I
slowly moved them down to her gorgeous ass and used them to accelerate her
movement. This seemed to really turn her on, so I slowly slid a finger down the
crack of her ass until I touched her hole. The gasp was noticeable. I moved my
finger on down to where my cock plunged in and out of her. I traced her pussy
lips with my finger, and then touched my shaft which was covered with her
juices. Now wet, I slowly inserted the tip of my finger into her ass as I
continued to suck on her tit. It sort of shocked me, but Vicki pressed hard
against my finger, pressing it deep into her rectum, at the same moment taking
my cock extra deep into her cunt. She screamed aloud, shook slightly, and
collapsed on top of me in orgasm, her breast somehow staying in my mouth. I then
started to come, filling her again with my load. She sighed loudly in pleasure
as I slid my finger out of her ass. As our orgasms wound down, I continued to
nurse until her breast was empty. For the first time, she kissed me directly on
the mouth, tasting her own milk. We kissed like this for nearly five minutes. As
long as I live I will never forget the feeling of her tongue against mine, her
breasts pressing into my chest, and my cock in her pussy, growing stiff once
again. She moved her hips slightly, acknowledging the developing erection within
her. Moving like a cat, Vicki kissed down my chin, over my chest (sliding off of
my shaft), and down to my stomach, her breasts tracing a path until they came in
contact with my come-covered cock. Without even hesitating, my sweet innocent
Vicki engulfed my cock, eagerly devouring her own cunt juices and my come. Those
beautiful lips slid slowly up my shaft until just the tip of the head was
exposed, and then she would slide my cock back into her mouth. After continuing
this for about five minutes, I was as hard as I had ever been. She then took my
cock from her mouth and began to lick up and down the shaft like it was an ice
cream stick, her tongue lingering on the head. She would then trace the entire
length down to my balls, and even slipped one of them into her mouth. I was
going to come quite soon. Sensing this, Vicki began to suck my cock again,
furiously licking at the shaft. Staring down at her bobbing head, swaying
breasts, and overall nakedness, I shot another load into her mouth. I couldn't
have had much come left at this point, but what there was she quickly swallowed.
My cock was incredibly sensitive this time, and I had to make her stop. "I can't
believe you've made me come four times this quickly Vicki. I've never been this
turned on in my life." She smiled, obviously proud of herself. "I can't believe
you made me come so many times either," she replied. "I guess we're going to
miss class." I laughed. "It looks like it." We then moved to the shower, both
too sexual exhausted even for any groping. All we did was kiss. And passionately
we kissed (especially for two people who had not yet brushed their teeth). I had
to dress to go back to my room, and found that my shirt was covered with dry
milk, and that the area around the fly in my jeans was covered with dried cunt
juice. However, in the few steps back to my room, no one noticed. I retrieved my
paper and put up the DO NOT DISTURB sign. My room had not yet been done up by
the maid. It was then that I realized that the maid would know that we were
checking out today, and would wait to do our rooms until after we left. The DO
NOT DISTURB signs were most likely meaningless. Oh well, better safe than walked
in on. By 11:30 we had dressed and checked out of the motel. I had done the best
I could to clean my shirt and jeans so that Amy would not notice the stains when
I returned home. I usually did my own laundry anyway, so this would probably not
be a problem. Once I had loaded the luggage into the trunk, we got in the car
and kissed across the console. I realized how carefree we could be while in
another city. "I thought you didn't like me in a sexual manner, Vicki." She
smiled and looked away. "I thought I didn't either. But last night I realized
that I'm..." "That you're what?" She turned back and the tears started to flow.
"That I'm in love with you." With that she started to cry. I chuckled and tried
to hold her, the console again getting in the way. "I've known that I was in
love with you too for quite a while. Why are you crying?" "I've cheated on
Rick..." More sobs. I was quiet for a while, realizing that the guilt was
hitting her. "Vicki. While we're together, our love creates a universe just for
you and me. We're not quite like lovers, we're not quite like brother and
sister, and we're not quite like friends. We have something different now,
something good and special. In no way should it interfere with our other
relationships. It's just between you and me. My love for you does not in any way
lessen my love for Amy. Likewise, when you go home, what happened here has
nothing to do with Rick anymore than it has to do with your aunt Martha." Her
crying stopped and she laughed. "I don't have an aunt Martha." "An uncle Bill?"
She nodded. "Okay, ...any more than it has to do with your uncle Bill." Within a
little while she was happy again, and we got through lunch without too much
trouble. We then drove around some more until time to check in at the airport.
We talked about everything, except our night together. We even bought her a new
breast pump, which she ended up using around 5:30 than evening at the airport.
"I could do that you know," I offered. "I know." She actually smiled. "But I
think I'll use the bathroom, and you're not allowed in there." "Okay, fine." The
flight back was uneventful and we returned to work the next day. She explained
that the night had gone really well. The only thing that she felt guilty about
was not feeling guilty. Over a private lunch at a Wendy's we talked about it. "I
had no problem." She told me. "I guess your private universe speech made some
kind of sense." "Good, I didn't want you spilling your guts and having Rick tear
me apart," which was definitely within his capabilities. "Well, if you
remember," her voice was a whisper, "I'm the one who made all of the advances."
She blushed furiously. "Yes. I remember. But I did come up with the suggestion
of substituting for your pump." In a Spock-like look she replied: "The only
logical solution." She turned her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. Leaning
forward, she whispered again: "Besides, when you suggested it, I was so turned
on I could hardly think straight. I don't know why, but something snapped inside
of me at that moment." "Yes, and I snapped inside of you later." She blushed
again. When we got to the car, on impulse I pulled her to me and kissed her
hard. In seconds we were all over each other. I began to massage her breasts,
and shortly her blouse had rings of milk forming on them "I've soaked through
the pads," she said. "You'll have to drop by my house so I can change." "No
problem." I smiled to myself. She noticed the smile and replied: "And nothing is
going to happen. We have to get back to work." "No problem," I repeated. After
we reached her house and stepped inside, I turned her to me and kissed her
again. She didn't even pretend to resist. As I frenched her, I slowly undid the
buttons on her blouse and was soon removing her bra. I then placed my hand in
the center of her back and forced her backwards, arching her back. This thrust
her tits upward, and I quickly sucked the right one into my mouth. I began to
drink her milk once again. Soon we moved to the couch and I continued to drain
her breast while kneeling before her as she sat on the edge of the cushion.
Meanwhile, my fingers rubbed the crotch of her slacks as she moved against my
hand. When the breast was empty, I unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them off of
her, taking her panties, shoes and socks with them. I spread her legs wide, and
for the first time looked at her gaping cunt in daylight. The lips were still
closed, but the juice running from them was evident. As I attacked the other
breast, my fingers went to work, starting from her ankles and moving up her
legs. As I reached her crotch, Vicki began to moan again. I slowly opened her
lips and inserted two fingers into her cunt. I continued to work them in and out
for the ten minutes it took me to drain her breast. By this time she was nearing
an orgasm. Kissing down her stomach, I moved my lips to her clit. You would have
thought that I shot her the way she jumped. Within seconds her fingers were in
my hair, and she pressed my mouth hard against her cunt. I removed my fingers
and replaced them with my tongue, sliding it as far up her juicy pussy as I
could. I sucked her clit, licked her cunt, and moved down to tongue her ass. All
of these actions had her bouncing up and down on the couch cushion. My fingers
were completely soaked, and they had nothing better to do, so I inserted my
index finger into her asshole. This really got her bucking, so I invader her
with both fingers. She forced herself up and down, fucking her ass with my
fingers. This kept my tongue moving from cunt- lips to clit. In only a matter of
seconds she came again. I was so incredibly turned on by this point that I
practically ripped my clothes off. Lying before me was an incredible blond still
grinding her hips in post-orgasm. Her hair was tossed wildly on the back of the
couch, and those giant tits swayed erotically from her movement. Her legs were
spread wide apart, and her cunt was gaping open. Juices and saliva ran down to
the crack of her ass. My cock was rock hard and she spread her legs wider when
she saw it. I have never seen such a look of hunger on someone's face. I'm sure
that mine mirrored hers. I again knelt before her and slid my cock deep into her
cunt. I could clearly see her lips spread to take my shaft, and I felt the
tightness of her hole. As I withdrew my length, I could see her pussy lips cling
to my juice-covered cock. "Look Vicki, look and see me fucking you." Her eyes
came open and she looked down to where we were connected. "Look at my cock
fucking your cunt." She began to moan with each thrust, but her eyes remained
riveted to my shaft. Realizing that her vantage point did not actually let her
see the penetration, I slipped my hands under her knees and lifted her legs,
forcing her cunt higher, and causing her breasts to roll up and down with each
thrust. She now had a pretty good view of my cock pistoning in and out. "Touch
my cock Vicki. Feel how much juice is on it." Vicki lowered her hand to my cock
and used her fingers to trace from my pubic hair, down my wet cock, and to her
clit. Without any coaxing, she began to furiously masturbate, rubbing her clit
wildly. "That's it, play with your cunt." I was sweating bullets by now. My cock
was incredibly hard, but I had come so much in the last two days that I knew I
could hold out for a while. "Come on, finger your cunt." Vicki's only reply was
with moans. I pushed her knees back towards her shoulders even further, allowing
even deeper penetration. At the same time, her ass was brought higher in the
air, and I again inserted my fingers into her backdoor. As I fucked her pussy, I
wiggled my fingers Just as she was about ready to come her chest began to flush.
Recognizing this sign, I pulled out of her, fingers and cock. Her eyes went wide
in panic, and her fingers stopped moving on her clit. However, before she could
form a question, I slid the entire length of my cock up her cunt- juice
lubricated ass. The tightness was incredible, but there was so much come on my
cock that I went in to the hilt. For a second I thought that she was going to
get mad, but as I began to pump in her asshole, she started to move her fingers
once again. "What are you doing?" she asked innocently. "I'm fucking you in the
ass Vicki. Use your other hand to play with your cunt too." Her right hand
worked over her clit, while her left moved down to her gaping pussy. Soon she
had two fingers plunging deep inside. This action brought her arms against her
body, forcing her tits together, making them appear larger than ever before. If
this were not enough, she now arched her spine, head back and eyes closed. "Oh
God," she moaned. "Please fuck my ass." Finally she had said something really
crude; words which I never thought to hear from Vicki. But then I never expected
to see this lust on her face, those huge tits swaying wildly with my thrusts,
her fingers all over her cunt, or my cock thrusting in and out of her anus. "Do
you like my cock in your ass?" "Yes, please fuck me." "Fuck you in the ass?"
"Yes, fuck my ass." "Have you been fucked in your ass before?"
"No...fuck...ass." She started to breath really heavy. The thought of what she
was doing was driving her nuts. "Then I'm the first man to fuck your asshole?"
She nodded, eyes still closed. "And you like playing with yourself, showing me
how naughty you are. Fingers deep in you cunt." "Yes," She pulled her left
fingers from her cunt, and spread the lips open. "Look at my cunt," she ordered,
and then slowly slid the fingers from her right hand into the gaping hole. "Look
at me finger myself." And with that she came. Her orgasm built slowly. Muscles
started to twitch in her thighs, and her back arched even further to where her
entire weight was supported by my hands on her legs, and the top of her head
against the couch. This drove my cock into her ass to the hilt, and it was only
seconds before I would come too. "My cock is going to come inside your ass
Vicki." As I said this, her orgasm reached full force. My come erupted into her
rectum and her whole body shook as though in seizure. "I'm coming in your
asshole," I moaned. She screamed. I fell back onto the floor on my butt, panting
frantically, dropping Vicki onto the couch. Several minutes later we came down
from the feeling enough to speak. "Why is it so good?" she asked between
breaths. "Because we're not suppose to be doing it," I replied. "It's illicit
and you love it." "And I love you. I can't believe I let you do that," she said
referring to her introduction to ass fucking. "If it upset you I won't do it
again." I smiled. "We'll see." And so we have. Vicki and I have continued our "nooners"
every Tuesday and Thursday since the trip. I don't know where this will lead,
but for now our relationship has only gotten stronger. Neither of us has a
desire to leave our spouses. One of our remaining goals is to fuck at work,
which would be very difficult to arrange, and could definitely land us in the
unemployment line. But we're thinking up schemes.
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