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The Land of Milk & Semen (POV: He)

By: dicko9point5



(Author's Note: The names and places are completely fictitious. This story is told from the male character POV. Paired with this same story is the same story but from the female POV).


Lauri and I are fairly aggressive, ambitious, very resourceful people at this small semiconductor company in Southern California.

I've always been pretty "goal-oriented". Even in high school I managed to be successful pretty early on. I got the nickname "Mr. Lucky" in high school but it had nothing to do with ambition. I was a late bloomer physically so I used to get teased a lot in the locker room (yeah they made us undress and shower!) and I was "behind the curve" developmentally. There were a lot of cruel jokes.

Then, seemingly overnight, things changed. I ended up with a much larger penis than any of the guys in the locker room but then they still teased me, calling me "Mr. Lucky." even though I had never been laid or really even out on a date. A large penis was a big help in the ego department but I was still very shy around girls for a number of years, even after high school.

I started working at this semiconductor company a few years ago and this is how I met Lauri.

She was maybe 5 or 6 years older than me (I'm almost 34 now) but she was very attractive and looked much younger than her actual age. She was never afraid to admit her age (or just about anything else); she looked really good but also freely admitted:

"I'm too old to bullshit around. I'm almost 40. What's it to ya?" she once said to me in a semi-joking, semi-serious tone. She could be as sweet as honey but she was not one to mince words.

Lauri had an animal-like grace. She was very sharp and with huge green "cat" eyes that could make you melt or suffer major "shrinkage" if she was pissed at you. She had an amazing voice. Occasionally I would hear her singing in her office and she sang with an incredible purity and tone. She loved to sing Barbara Streisand songs and she had her voice nailed. I couldn't believe she wasn't a professional singer.

She also had a very voluptuous shape. The only thing bigger than her eyes were her boobs. Gorgeous, luscious "motor-boat" boobs (watch "The Wedding Crashers" if you don't understand the "motor-boat" reference) and while she never dressed slutty, she never hesitated to dress to flatter her gorgeous, bouncy breasts with cleavage that went on forever. She had a beautiful smile with big blubbery lips. She had a very narrow waist which complemented her very curvaceous ass. Even though I was younger, I fantasized about how beautiful she must be naked.

She had just had a baby so her breasts were practically overflowing from her top no matter what she wore. Her husband had dumped her months ago when she told him she was pregnant. Her new little girl was staying with Grandma a few days, she told me, so she could have a little freedom.

So Lauri was now newly divorced and using her extra time and pent up anger at her asshole ex to fuel her ambition at work. I was single and pre-occupied with my career goals.

We were both trying to get ahead in this small company which was why we were both working late on a Friday night. Our company was on the fifth floor of an eight-story building.

It was the middle of summer, and hot as Hell outside, even though it was just starting to get dark. The summer Santa Ana winds were really blowing. Lauri was at her computer and I was at my computer on the opposite side of the cubicle wall.

We both felt it. I immediately "prairie-dogged" over the cubicle wall and looked down at Lauri, when she said: "Steve, did you feel that?"

"Hell yeah, I felt that. That's why I was peeking over the wall, to see if you felt it". I said.

"Oh, I felt it all right." she said. "That's life in Southern California. You know, it's a little strange now that I think about it..." Lauri's voice trailed off.

"What's strange?" I asked.

"It's strange that we haven't had an earthquake in a long time." she pondered. "It seems like we'd have a quake here and there every other week or so. I can't even remember that last time we had a quake."

"You know, you're right." I said. I walked around the cubicles and into her office as she sat at her computer, pondering. It had been months and months. I really couldn't remember how long.

Then it hit again. People have been talking about "The Big One" for so long that I think everyone wondered if it would ever really happen.

Well, this was it. The Big One. Fucking Monster Big. Everything in the office appeared to be now made of liquid. Lauri and I looked at each other in stark panic. I dove toward her and pulled her under the desk.

We tried to protect ourselves as we watched destruction that was simply surreal. The computer screen fell off the desk onto the floor right in front of us. Cabinets, tables, you-name-it were flailing back and forth and then crashing to the floor.

What was, without question, the most terrifyingly surreal sight we both witnessed, was the building buckling and swaying so severely that the windows along the walkway, right across from Lauri's office were deforming and bowing so much that they looked like liquid. I was just waiting for the windows to explode from the stress, which they did. Lauri and I both screamed. The movement was unbelievable. It felt like we were on a terrifying roller-coaster.

The desk was sliding around, even on the carpeted floor. I grabbed Lauri and held onto the desk.

The windows exploded outward, which was a blessing but the overhead fluorescent lights came crashing down, and the overall noise level was impossible to describe; it was the sound of everything on our floor falling over, being smashed, crashing into the walls and windows.... Then came the worst. We felt the floor moving. We were no longer flat level. We were being pulled by gravity out from under Lauri's desk. I wrapped my arm around her and slipped my free hand under the cubicle wall, only to realize it was sliding with us. I have never been so scared. Lauri was white a ghost.

Then it stopped. Everything stopped. The floor was sloping down, all the window frames now looked more diamond-shaped than square. There was this scary creaking sound. The creaking kept getting higher and higher in pitch and I was terrified that the creaking sound would "snap" and we'd be killed. Parts of the upper floor had come down. There were concrete and steel beams hanging halfway down, A/C ducting, plumbing, wires, broken glass, water squirting. The creaking stopped. Just stopped, like snapping a finger.

Lauri and I were in complete shock. I literally could not speak. I wasn't even sure I was alive. Lauri seemed to gather her wits pretty quick and was talking to me but I was numb. She was talking to me but it was just muffled gibberish. After five or ten minutes, I started to realize that we were, amazingly, both OK.

"Steve. Steve!" Lauri commanded. "You've got to snap out of it!"

I looked at her and said "You're right. I'm trying to take all this in. My brain's on overload."

"So is mine" she said. "But we've got to see what's going on here."

We crawled and crept over all the debris to one window opening and looked out. I was just getting dark. The hot air blowing in from the Santa Ana winds made the scene we saw out the window all the more like Hell on Earth.

"My God!" I said. The destruction was incredible. No lights anywhere as far as you could see, smoke from fires all over, and every building in sight was either a pile of rubble or a tortured, twisted skeleton of concrete and steel with nary a straight or level line anywhere. There dozens of sirens. The only lights were the lights from fire trucks, police, fire trucks....

We both collapsed down onto the floor and looked at each other. Now Lauri was starting to go into shock. She began to cry and I could see she was beginning to think the worst.

I stood at the window about five minutes, just staring, taking the enormity of our situation. My mind was racing, fighting the urge to panic. I know it drives people crazy, especially Lauri (and even me), but my "career-goal" analysis thinking just kicks in. This is where it may really pay off, I thought.

"We need to find an exit door. If we can't then we need to find food or water soon." I stated flatly.

We both began to look around inside but it was dark now. The battery-powered emergency lights had come on but they weren't much help. I fumbled through a desk and found a flashlight. The batteries were weak but it worked.

I started to map out the boundary of our "room." The only exit door was barricaded with a huge concrete beam and we couldn't reach the elevator door either. Fuck!

"I heard water running earlier. Do you see any water?" I asked Lauri.

Lauri called out: "I can only find damp spots on the carpet. Nothing else."

Same for me. Only a couple of water pipes (that we could find within our access).

We looked through all the desks and every place we could think of for anything edible or drinkable. Zip. We're five floors up (maybe 4 1/2 now) and there is NO WAY OUT. I climbed over to the window opening and looked down. There was so much debris near the ground, It looked like it would take weeks just to get through all the shit in the way. There was still smoke and sirens. This was really starting to suck.

"OK. We need to gather up what we can to have a central spot. We need to make something we can sleep on." I declared.

"OK. We may as well use my.... well, what used to be my office, right here." said Lauri.

I agreed. It seemed the most obvious location. We started gathering what we could and brought it into her "office".

"Lauri, we need to try to get some sleep. I'm not sure how long we're going to be here but we need to conserve our energy."

It was also very hot. We were both sweating, just standing still. It was dark and I did not want to waste the flashlight so I turned it off. I checked my cell phone and there was no service (big surprise!) so I shut it off.

Lauri had also checked her cell phone, just out of habit.

I started putting together a "bed" of sorts. I built a frame using the cubicle frames, padded it with building insulation and covered it with the fabric of the cubicle walls. It was crude but I compensated for the sloped floor and so it was reasonably level. I could tell that we would be "cozy".

I briefly turned the flashlight back on and said, "This is the best I could do for something to sleep on so we'll have to make the best of it."

Lauri blankly looked at my work and said, "It looks great. Thank you for all that work. I am very scared but I'm also really tired. I can't wait to lay down."

"I know. I'm scared too. I'm also really tired."

Lauri spoke up: "You know, it's really hot in here, it's dark, and I'm not much in the mood for modesty. I am hot and sweaty. I need to get these clothes off."

I agreed completely. I said, "Thank you for breaking the ice. I'm smothering in these clothes too."

We both stripped down and laid down on the "bed" I made. Even with the hot Santa Ana winds, there was at least a breeze we could feel, even if it was warm.

I had to say something: "Lauri, I apologize but I usually go "Commando". I don't have any underwear on but I can't stand wearing these pants for another second."

Lauri responded, "It's OK. It's totally dark. I can't see anything and I don't care right now. This is a survival situation. Other than my panties, I'm as naked as you are."

We laid down on the "bed" on our backs. We just laid there for awhile, both lost in thought about if were going to get out of here alive. I could hear Lauri turn onto her side away from me and she started quietly crying.

I laid there, listening to her cry, trying to be quiet, trying to be brave, and I suddenly felt so alone. I turned in her same direction and put my hand on her shoulder to try to offer some comfort. I rubbed her shoulder and said some meaningless bullshit about how we were going to be all right. She nudged closer to me and I adjusted my arm to keep rubbing her shoulder. I was tired and so was my arm. She grabbed my hand and swung it around and planted it firmly on her huge breast. I cupped her breast, following her lead. She immediately cupped my hand with hers and pushed them both firmly into her breast.

"This is not sexual." she immediately stated. "This is about closeness. I need to be close to you. This is about comfort."

It did feel so comforting. It was an odd sensation of sexiness but it was SO comforting.

"I know." I said. "I need to feel close to you too."

I could immediately feel her beginning to relax a little and I was also feeling a little more relaxed. Maybe a little too relaxed. It was pure instinct but my dick was swelling up. She had huge wonderful breasts and my hand was holding one. I literally couldn't help it.

I could feel my dick start to straighten out and it swung up and parked itself right under the seat of her ass, against her panties (the only thing she had on) and in between her legs.

"I'm sorry." I said immediately. "It's just a reflex. I'm not horny or anything."

She opened her legs just slightly to let my dick come between her legs and she caressed it with her hand.

"I know. It's OK. Like I said, this about closeness and comfort." Lauri said with tenderness.

We somehow fell asleep with me holding her mammoth breast and her holding onto my dick, seemingly for dear life, literally, as it turned out.

For the next 48 hours we went through what I've heard as the seven classic stages of dealing with our possible impending doom: Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Testing and finally Acceptance.

This was literally a "crash course" in facing your mortality. After 60+ hours, we were both literally ready to hang it up. We were weak but seemingly resigned to our fate. It just didn't seem like there was much we could but wait and hope and hope was running very, very thin.

Lauri sat across from me in her old office chair. I sat on the end of the bed I made. It was almost dark again for the third night.

Lauri got up and fumbled around with something in the next office and came back, sat down and lit a cigarette.

"I found these in someone's desk yesterday. I quit a few years ago but now, fuck it. I need a smoke." As she took a drag off the cigarette, she started removing her clothes, which became our early evening routine. I also started stripping down.

It was pretty dark in the area. I turned on my iPhone out of habit. The screen is very bright. I was just blankly staring at the iPhone screen.

With the little light left and glow from the phone, I could see Lauri sitting straight back in her chair, her legs crossed, her huge magnificent breasts spread wide enough that they were resting on her biceps. Her pussy was shaved absolutely clean. "My God, you are a beautiful woman." I said, matter-of-factly. She spread her legs slightly. "I love the look of your shaved pussy. The folds of your pussy are very petite, perfect skin..." I was transfixed.

"Well, now I know where "Mr. Lucky" comes from" she said as she stared at my dick, returning the compliment. "You're pretty pretty sexy yourself."

"Do me a favor, would you?" she asked. "Shine your phone on your dick."

I didn't even ask what she was up to, I just did it.

"I see you like to shave also." she purred, staring at my thickening penis "I like that. I love to lick and kiss and suck skin, and sometimes hair gets in the way."

"My my, that is a magnificent penis you have. Honestly, I've been with a number of men, but I seem to have always had bad luck with barely average dicks. My ex, especially." She wiggled her little finger at me. "Your dick is three times longer soft than when he had a hard-on."

"All this talk seems to be getting you excited." she said, looking down at my dick with a lusty grin. I was still holding the iPhone shining toward my body and my dick was getting longer and thicker, just looking at her gorgeous body and her talking "dirty".

Lauri sat forward in her chair, her legs now spread apart.

"I've always wanted to know what it feels like to have a huge penis like yours in my mouth. Between my tits. In my pussy."

She was practically drooling and I was getting really large.

"Wow. I'd be lucky to get 4 or 5 inches of that in my mouth. Even in my pussy, if you put that in all the way, I'll feel it hitting the back of my tonsils." she joked.

"One thing for sure. These tits can handle that dick. I would love to feel that big dick sliding in between my boobs."

I was lost in imagining that very thing and as I turned the phone to shine it on her spectacular breasts....

Then, THE most amazing thing happened! My cell phone rang! It had been so quiet where we were, the phone sounded incredibly loud. It scared me so much I dropped the phone and I whelped like a puppy. Lauri screamed.

I looked at the iPhone and looked back up at Lauri to make sure I wasn't dreaming. She was also looking back at me like she was trying to make sure this was real.

I quickly picked up the phone and answered: "Hello! Hello?"

A scratchy voice responded: "Mr. Michaels? Mr. Steve Michaels?"

"Yes! Yes, this is Mr. Michaels!" I yelled. standing there naked.

"Mr. Michaels. Are you unhurt?" he asked.

"I'm OK." I said.

"It's a rescue team." I said to Lauri.

"Listen to me." the voice ordered. "We do not have much time to talk. This is a very temporary, very fragile cell network we've set up. We heard from your employer that you and possibly a Mrs. LeBlanc..."

"Yes. Mrs. Lauri LeBlanc! She's here too!. She's also OK." I said.

Lauri said "It's 'MISS LeBlanc".

I nodded.

The voice said, "We know you've been in there 60 plus hours. Do you have any food or water?".

"Nothing." I replied.

"I'm sorry to tell you," said the voice, "We're not going to be able to get to you for AT LEAST another 12 to 18 hours. The debris field alone will take us hours to get through. We're going to try to get you out within 24 hours."

"OK, listen up." the voice said in a tense tone. "You're not going to make it much past 72 hours without SOMETHING to drink. Do you understand?"

"I do." I said.

"Have either of you urinated in the last 24 hours?" the voice asked.

"Why?" I asked.

The told me in cold clinical terms: "If either of you have to urinate, you're going to have to catch it in something and drink it. It's statistically your only chance to stay hydrated enough until we get to you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir, I do." I said.

Lauri was asking me what was going on. I held my hand up flat; to just wait.

"I wish you good luck." the voice said.

Again Lauri was pleading to know what was going on. I held out my index finger as in "Just one more minute".

"We'll get you out of there as soon as we possibly can. Over and out." The phone went dead.

I let the phone drop from my ear and I all of a sudden felt exhausted.

Lauri commanded: "Who was that? What did they say?"

I said, "I'm sure it was the fire department or some other rescue force."

"Well....?" Lauri pleaded.

"They said they can't get to us for another 12 to 18 hours and if we don't get something to drink, we're not going to make it. He said that if have to urinate, we absolutely have to catch in something and drink it. He said that's our only chance to survive." I spit it all out rapid-fire just to get it all out.

Lauri sat down. I also sat down, both of us looking at the floor, both naked.

"Do you need to pee?" I asked. She just shook her head. I didn't have to pee either.

Lauri suddenly looked up. She had "that look" of an idea. She walked over to her pile of clothes, reached into her bra and threw something at me while wearing an evil grin.

It was a pad. I was puzzled. "Why would you need to pad your bra when your boobs are practically spilling out?" I asked innocently.


The Land of Milk & Semen (POV: He)



"They're not pads, you dope! It's obvious you don't know what they are..." she said.

I just looked up at her with a giant question mark blinking over my head.

"These pads are to prevent leaking through into my clothes." Lauri stated.

"Leaking?" I asked, completely innocently.

"I'm lactating! Milk. Breast milk.... SOMETHING to drink!?!?" she stated clearly.

I knew what she was saying but I was just stunned at the unreality of the conversation. I would be able so suck (or suckle) her breast and drink milk. Milk that would keep me alive.

"What about you?" I asked.

She just smiled and her expression turned sly and lusty.

"I'm pretty sure that semen is almost 100% pure protein." she stated in a very sultry, sexy voice.

"I don't know about you," she said, "but I will gladly swallow a gallon of your cum before I'd drink a teaspoon of my own pee!" she declared loudly. "Wouldn't you rather drink a belly full of my breast milk?" she asked with that lusty grin.

"Absolutely" I said.

"Well, come to Mama" she said warmly.

I walked to her and she buried my face in her endless breasts. I licked and sucked and even "Motor-Boated". But there was no milk.

Lauri just said, "Keep going. It will come. I can feel it when it comes. It's called the 'let-down' response."

I went back to losing myself in her breasts, sucking gently on each nipple. She stroked my head in a passionate, intimate, yet nurturing way. It was an incredible feeling of sexual pleasure, comfort and being nurtured. I lost track of time completely but it had to be an hour.

I found my hand moving down to her shaved pussy and gently massaged her clitoris and inside her pussy. I could sense that she was going to have an orgasm and that started everything rolling.

"Oh yeah" she moaned. "Oh, yeah, yeah.... Here I come and here it comes."

I immediately sensed and tasted it. Milk. Wow. This was so unreal. SO intimate. SO comforting but also REALLY sexual. I sucked her breasts for another good 15 minutes and I drank a lot of her milk.

"OK. My turn." Lauri said. She pushed me back toward the bed. She wasted no time with foreplay or anything. She swallowed my half-hard dick into her mouth and slid it down her throat as far as she could. Surprisingly almost all the way down. She sucked gently and moved her head slowly up and down. It felt incredible.

She slid my penis all the way out of her mouth and looked at it.

"So this is what it feels like." she said, "I could get used to this." She smiled at me and swallowed it up again. She pulled it out one more time and looked up at me.

"I've never had the pleasure of holding and sucking a penis as large as yours before." she said with complete sincerity. "Even though I am literally starving for your cum, I'm going to take my time because I know if I tease you and lick you, suck you and then just pull it out of my mouth and admire it for a minute, when it's time for you to come, it will be big."

"I want to feel five or six huge spurts of hot cum hit the back of my throat, you got that?" she ordered in a playful way. "Yes, Dear." I replied, joking in kind. "Whatever you say, Dear."

She went right back to sucking my dick in earnest and, just as she said she would, she teased me in every imaginable way and then some. It was when she pulled it out of her mouth and then just talked about how much she loved sucking my large penis, that really drove me crazy.

Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and she could tell I was going to blow. I heard her muffled acknowledgment of pleasure; she was really looking forward to this.

I did come really huge. There were at least six spurts. She kept on sucking. My dick had softened up but she kept it in her mouth for another 10 minutes, gently sucking, without really moving her head at all.

We climbed into the bed, both of us optimistic that we just might make it out of here alive, but also exhausted from what we had "given" to each other.

Sometime during the night, I moved down a little and since she was facing me, her breasts were right there. I just nuzzled into them for the closeness and comfort. I gently suckled her breasts. The milk came again. I fell back to sleep with her nipple in my mouth.

The next morning, it was still dark but I was awakened by an odd sensation. I was half-asleep but this sensation felt good. Very good. Lauri was sucking my penis while I slept. I have always fantasized about someone doing this to me. I always imagined it would feel wonderful and it felt every bit as wonderful as I'd fantasized. I turned my head to see that Lauri was turned around and her beautiful shaved pussy lips were right in my face. I leaned over and gently planted my mouth on her pussy.

We pleasured each other until it began to get light in the room. She sucked me to another glorious orgasm and I made her come as well, two or three times.

Then we heard it. Noise. Noise coming from outside the window opening. I got up and walked to the window. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a rescue crew with a big bulldozer and a cherry-picker.

"You better get dressed, Lauri." I said plainly, "Unless you want to be rescued naked.."

"Are you shitting me?" Lauri hollered.

"Nope." I said plainly again. "I'm pretty sure we're going to be rescued as soon as they can clear some of this shit out of the way. Probably in three or four hours."

"No way!" she playfully screamed.

"Way!" I playfully replied.

"Bring that big dick back over here." she ordered. "We still have a little time."

She sucked me until I was hard again and she said, "I want to feel that big fat monster in my pussy. I loved swallowing your cum but now I want to see how that big thing feels inside me."

I dutifully obliged and slowly slipped it inside her pussy. She stifled a scream of pleasure.

"Oh God, that is wonderful!" she cried out. I was literally out of juice and energy and I just had to stop.

"Sorry." I said, "But you've drained me. I don't think I can come again."

"That's OK darlin'.", she smiled and stroked my face. "I have always found oral to be far more intimate and satisfying. I've never felt a large penis inside me. It felt wonderful and I'd like to feel it again but I'll always take a talented tongue and lips on my pussy." 

Lauri continued, "I loved having your penis in my mouth; nice and fat and long. I just love oral sex. I find having a penis, especially a really nice penis like yours, close to my face and my mouth and my breasts. It's so much more intimate to me."

"Fucking is great but it's raw. I love the delicateness of having a penis and balls right near my face so that I can really give the pleasure I want to show."

I was so happy to hear that!

I told her, "I feel exactly the same! I far more enjoy having your breasts and your pussy near my mouth so I can show you how much intimate pleasure I want to give. Fucking is animal. The nuance of oral sex is so much more intimate."

We walked back to the window and looked out. The rescue crew was getting closer. We got dressed in our foul, stinky clothes but we didn't care.

The cherry-picker rose up to the window after a couple more hours. The rescue-fireman smiled and held out two bottles of Costco water and peanut-butter granola bars in each hand.

"My God, are we happy to see you!" Lauri exclaimed.

We were both scrambling through the twisted window opening to climb into the basket.

"Going down?" the rescuer-fireman joked.

We looked at each other and laughed. We climbed into the cherry-picker basket and I told him: "Definitely. Going down." We giggled and looked at each other very warmly; intimately. We guzzled the water and chomped down the granola bars.

"Most definitely," Lauri repeated. "Going down."



The Land of Milk & Semen (POV:She)



(Author's Note: The names and places are completely fictitious. This story is told from the female character POV. Paired with this same story is the same story but from the male POV).


Steve and I are aggressive, somewhat ambitious, very resourceful people at a small semiconductor company in Southern California. My name is Lauri. He was maybe 5 years younger than me (I’m almost 40 now).

I’ve always had a reputation as a “no bullshit” kind of woman but also someone who knows how to have fun (and I do!) so I guess both of these things are true.

Steve came to the company a few years ago and he and I clicked right off even though we were both very competitive. His friends would come by the office for lunch and they called him “Mr. Lucky”, which I assumed had to do with his smarts and ambition.

He was cute but also had a “magnetism” and carried himself in a way that made him seem more mature than his age. He was always cheerful and goodhearted but when it came to business or anything he regarded seriously, he was no nonsense. He had already done well in his young life so far.

Steve had golden brown eyes, and brown hair. He was very sharp and had a very commanding voice even though he was just an average sized man. When he was angry or excited his voice would resonate with such tone that I found it hard to reconcile this huge voice coming out of this normal-sized body.

He was very fit. He was very athletic but hated watching sports on TV. Go figure. He was lean and muscular. His body was very taut. He was basically hyper by nature so he always seemed a little “on edge” and his muscles seemed to reflect that constant tension.

He always dressed professionally but we would both commonly work weekends and once, he came to work on a Saturday in his sweats. I was sitting at my computer and I clearly saw, since it was at eye-level as he walked by, a pretty hefty penis swinging inside those sweat pants. Maybe this is where the “Mr. Lucky” comes from, I thought to myself. That’s probably as close to a big dick as I’m ever going to get, I thought to myself.

My asshole husband dumped me about a year ago when I told him I was pregnant. He had a little dick anyway. Screw the asshole twerp.... My mind immediately wandered off, thinking about Steve’s lean muscular body and having that fat penis against my lips and fantasizing about sucking it and pleasuring him.

Nah. I’m too old. Get over it. I reprimanded myself. I snapped back to reality.

Even though I was almost 40, I was in good shape, I had a pretty face, and big boobs that seemed to drive most men (especially after having my daughter) to complete distraction.

My lovely daughter was born a couple of months ago and she was staying with Grandma for a few days so I could have a little taste of freedom and some time to think.

So now, as I am officially divorced , and I had plenty of pent up anger at my asshole ex, I seemed to use that as fuel; I threw myself into work. I wanted to get ahead and move up in this company. 

Steve was just generally driven with his “career goals” as he put it. I wasn’t surprised that he was single, being so pre-occupied. Sometimes his “career-goals” were a pain in the ass as he would let that pre-occupation take priority over other things that he should be more attentive to in his personal life (in my humble opinion). He makes lunch dates and then cancels them, he forgot my birthday. Those “career-goals” will certainly get him moving onward and upward in a company, but they’re not going to help him get laid!

As I said, we were both moving up in this small company which was why we were both working late on a Friday night. Our company was on the fifth floor of a typical high-rise.

It was the middle of summer, and hot as Hell outside, even though it was just starting to get dark. I was at my computer and Steve was at his computer on the opposite side of the cubicle wall.

We both felt it. I immediately saw Steve’s head pop up. He called it “prairie-dogging” over the cubicle wall and looked down at me and before he could say anything I said:
“Steve, did you feel that?”

“Hell yeah, I felt that (in that BIG voice of his). I was peeking over the wall to see if you felt it”. he said.

“Oh, I felt it all right.” I said. “That’s life in Southern California. You know, it’s a little strange now that I think about it...” I said, suddenly becoming lost in thought.

“What’s strange?”  Steve asked.

“It’s strange that we haven’t had an earthquake in a long time.” I said. “It seems like we’d have a quake here and there every other week or so. I can’t even remember the last time we had a quake.”

“You know, you’re right.” Steve agreed. He walked around the cubicles and into my office as I sat at my computer, pondering. It had been months and months. I really couldn’t remember how long.

Then it hit again. People in California have been talking about “The Big One” for so long that I think everyone wondered if it would ever really happen.

Well, this was apparently “The Big One”. It was BIG. Really Big. Everything in the office appeared to be now made of liquid. Steve and I looked at each other in stark panic. He dove toward me and pulled me under the desk.

We tried to protect ourselves as we watched destruction that just did not compute. My computer screen fell off the desk onto the floor right in front of us. Cabinets and tables were rocking and falling over.

Then the most terrifyingly surreal sight happened right in front of us. The building was buckling and swaying so severely that the windows along the walkway, right across from my office were twisting and bending so much that they looked like liquid. I held my breath just waiting for the windows to explode from the stress, which they did. We both screamed. The building movement was unbelievable. I could see the solid concrete floor I was sitting on rippling like waves of water!

The desk was sliding around, even on the carpeted floor. Steve grabbed me and held onto the desk.

It seemed like everything suddenly came crashing down, and the noise was deafening; it was the sound of everything on our floor falling over, being smashed, crashing into the walls and windows.... Then came the worst. We felt the floor start to tilt. We were no longer on the level floor. We were being pulled by gravity out from under my desk. Steve wrapped his arm around me and slipped his other hand under the cubicle wall, but the cubicle walls were sliding along with us. I was scared shitless. I looked at Steve and he appeared to be on the border of panic.

Then it stopped. It just stopped. The floor was sloping down, all the windows were now bent so that they looked diamond-shaped. Tons of the upper floors had come crashing down and we were surrounded by pipes, ducts, wires. There was a hissing noise and a really creepy creaking sound, like something straining; about to snap. I was terrified that “that something” was going to snap and then we’d be finished. But it all seemed to grind to a halt.

Steve and I were in complete shock. He literally could not speak. I seemed to get my bearings and gather my wits pretty quickly. I was talking to Steve, trying to get some reaction but he was a million miles away mentally.

I realized pretty quickly that were incredibly lucky to be alive and apparently unhurt. It took Steve a good five minutes to come back to reality

“Steve. Steve!” I yelled. “You’ve got to snap out of it!”

He looked at me and said “Right! Right! Sorry.... I’m trying to take all this in. My brain’s on overload.”

“So is mine” I said. “But we’ve got to see what’s going on here.”

We crawled and crept over all the debris to one window opening and looked out. I was just getting dark. The hot air blowing in (the hot summer Santa Ana winds) felt like were sticking our faces in a furnace vent.

“My God!” Steve said. The destruction was endless. No lights anywhere as far as you could see, smoke from fires all over, and every building in sight was either a pile of rubble or just a shell of concrete and steel of what used to be an office building. The only lights were some deserted cars and flashing lights from ambulances and fire trucks. Sirens were the only sound you could hear.

We both collapsed down onto the floor and looked at each other. Now I was starting to go into shock. I began to cry and my mind was filling with horrible thoughts and I began to think the worst.

Steve stood, apparently just looking out the window, just staring, trying to take in the enormity of this disaster. My mind was racing, fighting the urge to panic. What was Steve thinking? I could tell he was using his “career-goals” hyper-analytical thinking to help figure a way out of this fucking mess. I was basically doing the same. My mind was checking off one item after another to see what options we had.

“We need to find an exit door. If we can’t then we need to find food or water soon.” Steve stated.

We both began to look around inside but it was dark now. The battery-powered emergency lights had come on but they were dim and getting dimmer. There was so much debris and shit everywhere that the chaos became almost more than I could take.

Steve found a flashlight and he started looking around. We both carefully crept around to find our boundaries and see if there was an exit door. The only exit door was barricaded with a huge concrete beam and we couldn’t reach the elevator door either.

“I heard water running earlier. Do you see any water?” Steve asked me.

I started looking around. There were wet spots where the pipes had broken but there was no longer any water running out.

“I can only find damp spots on the carpet. Nothing else. Shit.”

We looked through all the desks and everywhere we could think of for anything edible or drinkable. Nothing. This was really getting scary. Steve climbed over to the window opening. He shook his head as he looked down at the debris, he said it looked like it would take weeks just to get through all the shit in the way. There was still smoke and sirens. We are trapped.

“OK. We need to gather up what we can to have a central spot. We need to make something we can sleep on.” Steve declared.

“OK. We may as well use my.... well, what used to be my office, right here.” I said.

Steve agreed. It seemed the most obvious location. We started gathering what we could and brought it into my “office”.

“Lauri, we need to try to get some sleep.” Steve said.  “I’m not sure how long we’re going to be here but we need to conserve our energy.”

It was also very hot. We were both sweating, just standing still. It was dark. Steve didn’t want to waste the flashlight so he turned it off. He checked his cell phone and there was no service (big surprise!). He shut it off.

Out of habit, I also checked my cell phone. Dead; no surprise.

Steve started putting together a “bed” of sorts. He built a frame using the cubicle frames, padded it with building insulation and covered it with the fabric from the cubicle walls. It was crude but it was flat level mostly. I could tell that we would be “cozy”.

Steve  briefly turned the flashlight back on and said, “This is the best I could do for something to sleep on so we’ll have to make the best of it.”

I said, “It looks great. Thank you for all that work. I am very scared but I’m also really tired. I can’t wait to lay down.”

“I know. I’m scared but also really tired.” Steve said.

I spoke up in my usual no nonsense way: “You know, it’s really hot in here, it’s dark, and I’m not much in the mood for modesty. I am hot and sweaty. I need to get these clothes off.”

Steve agreed completely and said, “Thank you for breaking the ice. I’m smothering in these clothes too.”

We both stripped down and laid down on the “bed” Steve made. We were catching a small breeze from the Santa Ana winds. Even if it was a warm breeze, it beat no breeze.

Out of the blue Steve confessed: “Lauri, I apologize but I usually dress “Commando”. I don’t have any underwear on but I can’t stand wearing these pants for another second.”

I simply told him, “It’s OK. It’s totally dark. I can’t see anything and I don’t care right now. This is a survival situation. Other than my panties, I’m as naked as you are.”

We laid down on the “bed” on our backs. We just laid there for awhile. Suddenly I became overwhelmed with fear and I just turned onto my side away from Steve and I started crying.

I laid there, crying, trying to not panic, trying to be brave. Steve turned toward me and began to rub my shoulder to offer some comfort. He tried to be reassuring; that we were going to be all right. He nudged closer to me and he kept rubbing my shoulder. I was starting to relax a little. I was sure his arm was tired so I  grabbed his hand and swung it around and planted it firmly on my breast. He immediately cupped my breast, following my lead. I immediately cupped my hand around his and pushed them both firmly into my breast.

“This is not sexual.” I immediately stated. “This is about closeness. I need to be close to you. This is about comfort.”

It was somehow comforting. It was an odd sensation of sexiness but it was SO comforting.

“I know.” Steve said. “I need to feel close to you too.”

Steve was also feeling a little more relaxed. Maybe a little too relaxed. I know it was pure reflex but his dick started swelling up, no doubt because he’s lying naked next to a naked woman with her boob in his hand. I knew he couldn’t help it. His semi-hard and very fat penis came up right under my ass, up against my panties and in between my thighs.

“I’m sorry.” Steve said immediately. “It’s just a reflex. I’m not horny or anything.”

I opened my legs just enough to let his penis come between my legs and I wrapped my hand around his thick, warm, comforting penis.

“I know. It’s OK. Like I said, this about closeness and comfort.” I said.

We somehow fell asleep with me holding his mammoth penis and he holding onto my breast, seemingly for dear life, literally, as it turned out.

For the next 48 hours we went through what I’ve heard as the seven classic stages of dealing with our possible impending doom: Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Testing and finally Acceptance.

This became a “crash course” in facing one’s own mortality. After 60+ hours, we were both literally ready to hang it up. We were weak but seemingly resigned to our fate. It just didn’t seem like there was much we could but wait and hope and hope was running very, very thin.

I sat across from Steve in my old office chair. He sat on the end of the bed he made. It was almost dark again for the third night.

I got up and pulled out some cigarettes I found in the next office and came back, sat down and lit one.

“I found these in someone’s desk yesterday. I quit a few years ago but now, fuck it. I need a smoke.” I took a drag on the cigarette, and I started removing my clothes, which became our early evening routine. Steve also started stripping down.

It was pretty dark in the area. He turned on his iPhone out of habit. His iPhone was very bright. It lit up his face as he looked at nothing in particular.

With the little light left and glow from the phone, I stretched back and sitting in my chair, with my legs crossed, my breasts, even with tight cleavage, they spread wide enough to be touching the inside of my arms. My pussy was shaved absolutely clean.

“My God, you are a beautiful woman.” Steve said, matter-of-factly. I felt warmth in my pussy and I opened my legs slightly.

“I love the look of your shaved pussy. he said. “The folds of your pussy are very petite, perfect skin...” He looked hypnotized and I was very flattered.

“Well, now I know where “Mr. Lucky” comes from.” I said, transfixed on his beautiful penis. “You’re pretty pretty sexy yourself.”

“Do me a favor, would you?” I asked. “Shine your phone on your dick.”

He didn’t ask what I was up to, he just did it.

“I see you like to shave also.” I purred as I stared at his thickening penis “I like that. I love to lick and kiss and suck skin, and sometimes hair gets in the way.”

“My my, that is a magnificent penis you have. Honestly, I’ve been with a number of men, but I seem to have always had bad luck with barely average dicks. My ex, especially." I wiggled my little finger at him.

"Your dick is three times longer soft than when he had a hard-on.”

“All this talk seems to be getting you excited.” I said. 

I was looking down at his dick and it looked delicious. He was still holding the phone shining toward his body and his dick was getting longer and thicker.

I could tell all this sexy talk was really getting him turned on.

I sat forward in my chair and spread my legs spread apart.

“I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to have a huge penis like yours in my mouth. Between my tits. In my pussy.” I was almost drooling. His penis looked irresistible.

“Wow. I’d be lucky to get 4 or 5 inches of that in my mouth. Even in my pussy, if you put that in all the way, I’ll feel it hitting the back of my tonsils.” I joked.

“One thing for sure. These tits can handle that dick. I would love to feel that big dick sliding in between my boobs.”

I could tell he was lost in imagining that very thing and as he turned the iPhone to shine it on my breasts....

Then the most amazing thing happened! Steve’s cell phone rang! It had been so quiet where we were, the phone sounded incredibly loud. It scared him so much he dropped the phone and he whelped like a puppy. I screamed.

He looked at the iPhone and looked back up at me to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. I was also looking back at him to make sure this was real.

He quickly picked up the phone and answered: “Hello! Hello?”

(author’s note: To learn the details of this conversation, as the female character could not hear the conversation, please read the twin to this story with the male POV).

I could faintly hear a scratchy voice asking Steve questions.

“Yes! Yes, this is Mr. Michaels!” Steve yelled. standing there naked.

(faint scratchy talking)

”I’m OK.” Steve said.

“It’s a rescue team.” Steve said to me.

(more faint scratchy talking)

“Yes. Mrs. Lauri LeBlanc!. She’s here too!. She’s also OK.” Steve said.

I clarified “It’s ‘MISS LeBlanc”.

Steve nodded.

(faint scratchy talking)

“Nothing.” Steve replied.

(serious sounding scratchy talking)

“I do.” Steve said to the voice on the other end of the phone.

(faint scratchy talking of rescuer)

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Yes sir, I do.” Steve replied.

Hearing half of this conversation was driving me nuts....

I was gesturing to Steve to see what was going on. I couldn’t stand the wait.

Steve held his hand up flat; to just wait.

Again, I was pleading to know what was going on. Steve held out his index finger as in “Just one more minute.”

Steve let the phone drop from his ear and he all of a sudden looked exhausted.

 I demanded: “Who was that? What did they say?”

Steve said, “I’m sure it was the fire department or some other rescue force.”

“Well....?” I pleaded.

“They said they can’t get to us for another 12-18 hours and if we don’t get something to drink, we’re not going to make it. He said that if have to urinate, we absolutely have to catch in something and drink it. He said that’s our only chance to survive.” He said it all super-fast to get it all out.

I just sat down. Steve also sat down, both of us looking at the floor, both naked.

“Do you need to pee?” Steve asked. I shook my head “no”. He didn’t have to pee either.

A flash of brilliance came to me; an epiphany. What a great idea! I got up and walked over to my pile of clothes, reached into my bra and threw a pad at him while wearing an evil grin.

Steve was puzzled. “Why would you need to pad your bra when your boobs are practically spilling out?” he asked innocently.




The Land of Milk & Semen (POV:She)



“They’re not pads, you dope! It’s obvious you don’t know what they are...” I said.

He just looked up at me with completely innocent cluelessness.

“These pads are to prevent leaking through into my clothes.” I stated.

“Leaking?” he asked, completely confused.

“I’m lactating! Milk. Breast milk.... SOMETHING to drink!?!?” I stated clearly enough to give him a clue.

Steve knew what I was saying but he was just stunned at the unreality of the conversation. He would be able so suck (or suckle) my breasts and drink milk. Milk that would keep him alive.

“What about you?” Steve asked.

I just smiled and I could feel my expression turn sly and lusty.

“I’m pretty sure that semen is almost 100% pure protein.” I stated in a very sultry, sexy voice.

“I don’t know about you,” I said, “but I will gladly swallow a gallon of your cum before I’d drink a teaspoon of my own pee!” I flatly, loudly declared. “Wouldn’t you rather drink a belly full of my breast milk?” I asked with a lusty grin.

“Absolutely” Steve said.

“Well, come to Mama.” I said warmly.

Steve walked over to me and he buried his face in my breasts. He licked and sucked and even “Motor-Boated” my boobs. But there was no milk.

I reassured him, “Keep going. It will come. I can feel it when it comes. It’s called the 'let-down' response."

He went back to losing himself in my breasts, sucking gently on each nipple. I stroked his head in a passionate, intimate, yet nurturing way. It was an incredible feeling of sexual pleasure, comfort and nurturing. I lost track of time completely but it had to be an hour.

Steve found his hand moving down to my shaved pussy and gently massaged my clitoris and inside my pussy. I could tell I was going to have an orgasm and that started everything rolling.

“Oh yeah” I moaned. “Oh, yeah, yeah.... Here I come and here it comes.”

Steve immediately sensed and tasted it. Milk. This was SO intimate. SO comforting. I wanted to tell him I loved him but I held my tongue. This was also REALLY sexual. Steve sucked my breasts for a good 15 minutes more and I think he drained me!

“OK. My turn.” I said. I pushed him back toward the bed. I wasted no time with foreplay or anything. I wanted to swallow his half-hard dick before it got too large. I wanted to see how far down my throat I could get it. This was fun! I’ve never sucked a large penis before! Surprisingly, I got it almost all the way down. I sucked gently and moved my head only slightly. I wanted to feel it growing inside my mouth and throat. The head of his penis was perfectly round shaped and squishy-soft so I had no gagging problem. In the back of my mouth, it was growing and gliding down my throat. It was wonderful!

After a while, when I knew it was really long and fat, I slid his penis all the way out of my mouth and just looked at it.

“So this is what it feels like.” I said ”I could get used to this.” I smiled at him and swallowed it up again. I pulled it out one more time and looked up at Steve.

“I’ve never had the pleasure of holding and sucking a penis as large as yours before.” I said, completely sincerely. “Even though I am literally starving for your cum, I’m going to take my time because I know if I tease you and lick you, suck you and then just pull it out of my mouth and admire it for a minute, when it’s time for you to come, it will be big.”

“I want to feel five or six huge spurts of hot cum hit the back of my throat, you got that?” I ordered in a playful way.

“Yes, Dear.” Steve replied, joking in kind. “Whatever you say, Dear.”

I went right back to sucking his penis and as I said I would, I teased him in every way I could think of. Like I said, this was fun!. When I pulled it out of my mouth and then just talked about how much I loved sucking his large penis, that drove him completely crazy.

I could tell he couldn’t take much more and he was going to blow. I moaned with his penis in my mouth I could feel the spasms start; I was really looking forward to this.

He did come really huge. There were at least six hot spurts. It was wonderful! I kept on sucking. His dick had softened up I wanted to keep it in my mouth for awhile more. I was gently sucking. It was more like a pacifier now. It was so comforting.

We climbed into the bed, both of us optimistic that we just might make it out of here alive, but also exhausted from what we had “given” to each other.

Sometime during the night, Steve moved down a little and since I was facing him, my breasts were right there. He just nuzzled into them for the closeness and comfort. He gently suckled my breasts. The felt the milk come again. He fell back to sleep with my nipple in his mouth. It was so sweet.

The next morning, it still dark but I had a lusty urge. Steve was still asleep. I sat up and turned around so that my face was right in front of his warm, “morning penis”. That perfect state where it is fat and full but not hard. I had my pussy right in front of his face and I hoped he would respond in kind. I sucked his penis into my mouth and just laid my head down and moved it back and forth slowly. I could feel it getting harder and longer. Steve began to stir. He was a little disoriented but immediately knew what was going on when he saw my pussy right near his face. Steve leaned over and gently planted his mouth on my pussy.

We pleasured each other until it began to get light in the room. I sucked him to another wonderful orgasm and he made me come three times!

Then we heard it. Noise. Noise coming from outside the window opening. Steve got up and walked to the window and reacted with obvious surprise. There was a rescue crew with a big bulldozer and a cherry-picker.

“You better get dressed, Lauri.” Steve said plainly “Unless you want to be rescued naked."

“Are you shitting me?” I hollered.

“Nope.” he said plainly again. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to be rescued as soon as they can clear some of this shit out of the way. Probably in three or four hours.”

“No way!” I playfully screamed.

“Way!” he playfully replied.

“Bring that big dick back over here.” I ordered. “We still have a little time.”

I sucked him until he was hard again and I said, “I want to feel that big fat monster in my pussy. I loved swallowing your cum but now I want to see how that big thing feels inside me.”

Steve dutifully obliged and slowly slipped it inside my pussy. I stifled a scream of pleasure but also a little pain. It did go in DEEP!

“Oh God, that is wonderful!” I cried out. 

But it was obvious that Steve was literally out of juice and energy and just had to stop.

“Sorry.” he said “But you’ve literally drained me. I don’t think I can come again.”

“That’s OK darlin’.” I smiled and stroked his face. “I have always found oral to be far more intimate and satisfying. I’ve never felt a large penis inside me. It felt wonderful and I’d like to feel it again but I’ll always take a talented tongue and lips on my pussy."

I continued on, "I loved having your penis in my mouth; nice and fat and long. I just love oral sex. I find having a penis, especially a really nice penis like yours, close to my face and my mouth and my breasts. It’s so much more intimate to me. Fucking is great but it’s raw. I love the delicateness of having a penis and balls right near my face so that I can really give the pleasure I feel.”

He seemed to be very happy to hear me say that....

Steve told me, “I feel exactly the same! I far more enjoy having your breasts and your pussy near my mouth so I can show you how much intimate pleasure I want to give. Fucking is animal. The nuance of oral sex is so much more intimate.”

We walked back to the window and looked out. The rescue crew was getting closer. We got dressed in our very smelly clothes but we didn’t care.

The cherry-picker rose up to the window after a couple more hours. The rescue-fireman smiled and held out two bottles of Costco water and peanut-butter granola bars in each hand.

“My God, are we happy to see you!” I exclaimed.

We were both scrambling through the twisted window opening to climb into the basket.

“Going down?” the rescuer-fireman joked.

We looked at each other and laughed. We climbed into the cherry-picker basket and Steve told him: “Definitely. Going down.” We giggled and looked at each other very warmly; intimately. We guzzled the water and chomped down the granola bars.

“Most definitely” I repeated. “Going down.”