Vikki’s Sexual Adventure – Shemale Porno Story
Sunday, April 8th, 2007I 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. She was 5′4″. Her
short hair was dirty blond. Her almost non-existent breasts were 34
inches, and her hips were slightly hefty. My girlfriend Amy, however, was
5′7″, had long brunette hair, a 40-26-36 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-childs, 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 metamorphosized
into a tight, shapely ass. Her waist size became nice and tiny. 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
34 to 38 inches. 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, where 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.
My wife, Amy’s breasts had grown to 44 inches 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 tit-fucking, 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 40 inches.
Vicki however, was amazing. Those breasts which had been 34’s in 1983
were now over 46 inches. The change was incredible. Vicki is shorter and
thinner than my wife, and her tits were now larger than my wife’s had
been. The contrast with her tiny body was unbelieveable. She now measured
46-23-34. 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 huge size and enormous weight, she only seemed to
be flattered by my attention.
On one particular day, she arched her back and stretched, her breasts
sticking out for what seemed like miles. This immediately drew 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 gigantic 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 kinda 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 tiny jean miniskirt and hot pink
tee-shirt which was overstuffed with those two gigantic watermelons. Her
huge 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, and her small, tiny figure looked gorgeous.
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 airconditioned). 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 Goodnow 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?”
Part 2
”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 gigantic 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
gigantic 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
tiny waist and pulled her towards me. My mouth made contact with the top
of the gigantic 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 tiny 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 large 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
had trouble unhooking the six hooks, but I finally managed to remove 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 enormous 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 gigantic breasts 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, come on, 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: “Come on
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 <pant>…want IT again <pant>.”
”You want to come on me again? You want to come on my cock?”
”Yes…<pant>”
”Then grind your 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 waist. I pulled
out and took off my clothes, then quickly removed her panties, leaving her
in only the tiny 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 huge
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, dwarfed by her gigantic tits. 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 her tiny waist 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 a small part of one
enormous breast. 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 huge 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 flat 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. They almost competely covered her chest. 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 tiny 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
gigantic 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, huge 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 gonna miss class.”
I laughed. “It looks like it.”
We then moved to the shower, both too sexually 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.”
Part 3
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
huge breasts, and shortly her overstuffed 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
enormous 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 tiny 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 huge breasts to roll up and down
with each thrust, like waves of water. 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. I’ll let you know.
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