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I gave her the short version of what I did prefer and stepped closer to her in the thought that I would now take over the direction for the afternoon. No. It was not to be. She put her hands against my chest and told me to relax on the side of the bed, that she was responsible for the afternoon and that our mutual friend had described exactly how she should go about pleasing me.

Argue with her? You’ve got to be kidding! I sat down on the edge of the bed and simply watched as she removed the articles of clothing she had on. Small brown heels, straight beige skirt, (no stockings), half-lace cup bra, (a later peek while she was in the bathroom gave me the size of 42D), all laid carefully on the back and arms of the overstuffed chair at the other side of the room. Each trip to the chair and back to stand in front of me brought me to a higher state of rigidity and readiness, I must admit. I was totally enjoying the “show” so to speak.

Standing in front of me in only a pair of French-cut beige panties, she put her hands on her hips and asked again if I liked what I saw. I informed her that she appeared to be the most delicious woman I had ever seen. Her breasts were large, as I said earlier, but appeared to sag very little. They simply imposed upon her chest as a resting place for their wondrous roundness. What struck me, though, was the appearance of her aureoles and nipples. Coal-black, and huge. When I say ‘huge’ I mean the aureoles must have measured at least 3 ¸ or 4 inches across. And the nipples were nearly ² of an inch long. I looked at her face (yes, I tore my eyes from that feast) and asked, “May I?” She laughed and lifted them for me so that they pushed together even more and I experienced a newfound surge of sexual excitement. I touched them and found the skin to be as silky as one could imagine. I allowed the fingertips of both hands to slide along their sides and find the aureoles to draw circles around them, watching them swell and crinkle as the nipples extended themselves like black diamonds, hard, stiff, begging to be kissed.

She murmured, “Oh, shit!” and then giggled a little, which made her breasts move in such a way that I thought I was going to lose it. Of course, I immediately leaned forward in my seated position and captured a nipple in my mouth, sucking it in as deeply as I could. I rolled the other nipple between thumb and forefinger as I bit and licked and flicked and sucked the other.

She yelped and moved back from me, taking her treasures with her. “That’s not quite what I had planned, Edward,” she laughed. I looked her up and down again and noticed that there was a definite wet spot in the front of her panty crotch. Well, I was having an effect whether I thought so or not. She must have noticed my stare and asked if I would like to help her out of them. Of course, I agreed, and she stepped close enough for me to stroke my hands across the expanse of silky material that covered her ass and then around to the front panel where I slipped my one hand between her incredible thighs and cupped her mound, squeezing slightly with my thumb pressed against the bump at the apex of her swollen lips. I could see how puffy she was through the panties, but what I had actually not taken notice of before (and this is truly out of character for me) was that she was unbelievably hairy at the front of her mound. I breathed in and knew that we were about to embark on something very special. Her aroma was striking. It not only invaded my nostrils, it assaulted my entire olfactory sense, bringing a sharp, delicious pain to my salivary glands, which immediately began to produce liquid. They knew I was in for a wonderful taste experience.

She playfully slapped my hand away and told me to hurry before she ruined a $20 pair of silk “drawers.” I obliged by rolling her panty waistband down along her hips and when it reached mid-hip, I began to realize what I was in store for.

Her bush bulged upward and outward as I released it from its silky trappings. It was monstrous - monstrous in size, not in appearance. There was so much hair! I wondered how she ever kept it trapped inside a bathing suit when she went swimming. It narrowed from a very wide-topped triangle down into the dark valley between her thighs. Her legs were not spread at all and I could not see much else between them, though I strained to look. In one swift motion, her panties were around her ankles and I was helping her off with them. I brought them to my nose and mouth and enjoyed the scent and the taste for a moment before she reached for them. I leaned back and held them out of her reach. “No, dear thing,” I said, “these belong to me now. Didn’t our mutual friend tell you that?”

She laughed again, and she said that she had been warned not to wear a matching set of underwear because she would not get her panties back. She leaned down to kiss me lightly and said we would discuss that later. Now, she murmured, it was time for dessert. She pushed me back onto the bed, crosswise, and walked around the bed and actually pulled me by the shoulders to a point where my head was almost hanging off the other side. She bent and kissed me in that rather awkward position and asked me if I was hungry. I murmured into her lips that I was ready to eat anything she had to offer.

Some months before it had started to pay off, as I began to lactate whenever I was sufficiently aroused. I could feel my milk leaking through my erect nipples as the pump did its work. Michelle helped the process by gently rubbing warm cherry-scented oil into my breasts around the edges of the nipple cups. As she did this she gently kissed my lips. “Are you okay?” I nodded, trying to arch my back as my breasts began to throb with pleasure…

The pleasure from my breasts radiated to my genitals, but I could not rub my thighs together to stimulate myself. I tried to look down, and Michelle realized I needed something done to my pussy. She moved her right hand from my breast down to my swollen vulva, not focusing on any one part, but cupping my sex. She firmly pressed the palm of her hand into my genitals, giving me a surface to press back against as I closed my eyes and let go.

Keeping her hand there, she stretched to turn off the breast pump. She removed first one nipple cup, then the other, tossing the plastic cups off to the side of the bed. I continued leaking milk, the thin smooth white nectar streaming down the sides of my breasts, as much as was possible on my back. As she drank from my breasts, she began gently to massage my labia. For a moment, she brought her hand back up, soaking it in my milk before returning it to my pussy. Her masturbation of me continued…slow, gentle, pleasurable but mild. She wasn’t going to make me orgasm too soon. I moaned in gratitude as she relaxed my body and mind, licking the milk from my chest and whispering her love.

Once I was lubricating freely, unable to contain my moaning, she moved from the bed…I heard her getting something, but I didn’t see what. When she came back, in her hand was a thick silver vibrator. She turned it on by twisting the bottom end, but I could not quite make out any sound coming from it. But when she brought the smooth, warmed, tapered end to my leaking nipple, I knew it was working. Slowly she dragged the milk-dipped vibrator down my body. Its vibrations pleasured first my small breast…then my tummy…finally she began teasing my clitoris.

My body was screaming for more, but I couldn’t move at all. I needed desperately to press my clitoris against the vibrator, or at least to feel it inside me. But my clitoris’s only steady comfort was the warm air, punctuated by intermittent kisses from the vibrator. I began sobbing, and finally she relented and gave me what I needed. I was slowly, gently filled by the vibrator, and she slid back up to kiss my lips before moving back down. Once there she began to massage my labia with her fingers as she sucked my clitoris. My genitals felt raw, hypersensitive. Every touch was extremely intense, but she knew how to stimulate me just enough to avoid causing me pain. As she sensed I was close to orgasm, she took her tongue from my clitoris and left me with only the vibrator and her fingers on my labia. She changed techniques on my labia, using them to stretch the skin leading to my hood. My clitoris couldn’t feel anything directly, only the pressure and stretching near it. I would not be able to orgasm without her tending to my clit.

I guess I had myself a girlfriend again. It felt good to

know that someone wanted to see me. I really liked Debbie a lot.

I hope she liked me. The fact that she wanted to see me often

made me think that she did but I will just have to find out if

she really did or not. It’s not important that she told me as

long as she still wanted to see me but it was nice to know.

I awoke the next morning in a really good mood. I couldn’t

believe how good I felt. I felt like I had really accomplished

something the night before. I ate breakfast and went to work as

usual. Work was boring as usual, except the time I spent

watching the cashier with the big tits. I think she liked being

stared at. She sure didn’t try to hide it. I was starting to

get tired of where I worked. It wasn’t that bad but I had to do

something with my life and I was just sitting at home wasting

away. I was spending all my free time lately with Debbie so I

wasn’t thinking about my future. I tried to think of things that

I could do. I could go to college, or trade school, or go into

the military, or even stay where I was. What an awful thought

that was.

Suddenly, as I was thinking of all the different

possibilities, Debbie popped back into my head. For the

remainder of the day I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Not that

I really wanted to but I didn’t like walking around all day with

a hard-on. It just wasn’t too comfortable. I was looking

forward to getting home and calling Debbie to see what she wanted

to do tonight.

Finally the work day came to an end. I worked in a very

large store and at the end of the day I had to walk around to

check the locks on all the fire doors. The cashier that I have

been telling you about cornered me in one of the back storerooms.

I was in a rush to get home to call Debbie and I really didn’t

feel like messing with her.

“I noticed that you have been watching me a lot. I also

noticed that I get you real hard. Why don’t we fuck so you won’t

have to strain your pants anymore.”

What she said to me really pissed me off. She thought the

whole world gets hard looking at her tits and that everyone

wanted to fuck her. She lifted up her shirt to show me her tits.

No doubt they were impressive but like I said earlier, I don’t

get into big tits. They are nice to look at but the really don’t

turn me on any. This girl was nice looking, not outstanding,

about average. Under other circumstances I probably would have

fucked her but her cocky attitude really turned me off.

“So you want to get laid? Well there are a bunch of guys up

by the front of the store who just finished a hard day’s work.

Walk up there with no shirt on and I’m sure that each and every

one of them will fuck your brains out. As for me, I have my own

horny girlfriend at home and it’s her pants that I want to get

into, not yours.”

That pissed her off. She immediately pulled her shirt back

down and left the store. I really shouldn’t have said that but

she asked for it. Now let’s get back to work and finish my job

so I could get home to Debbie.

As I was driving home, all I could think about was Debbie.

I kept picturing her beautiful body in the sexy pose she gave me

when she stood nude in front of my headlights last night. I

shouldn’t spend so much time thinking about getting in her pants.

Somehow I knew that I would get enough of that. I should spend

more time with her trying to please her as a girlfriend and not

just to make sure that she always gets off. But as I thought a

little harder I realized that most of the time, she was the one

coming on to me. She usually started so I must be doing what she

wants. I wanted to keep her happy, so what if that made me happy

too.

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