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Breastfeeding

By: slut_darlene



I thought I would give you the latest on my nursing situation. The girlfriend I mentioned before, that said it turns her on to watch me nurse my son, was over the other day again, and chatted with me and watched while I nursed him. As usual, he had given both my breasts and nipples quite a workout, and my girlfriend had gotten another real show. He said thanks and went to his room to watch cartoons. There I was with both my breasts exposed to my friend, with both my nipples sticking way out and oozing milk. 

My girlfriend said, "I've just got to show you what I mean. Don't cover your breasts yet." She quickly opened her blouse and removed her bra. There were her two large beautiful breasts, with both her nipples sticking way out, just like mine! We both laughed. And then we looked at each other, and were thinking the same thing I believe. She asked if it would be OK if she touched my breasts to see if they felt like hers. I caught my breath, but said yes, I guess so. She slowly took both my breasts in her hands and gently squeezed them and started massaging them. She said, "My, they are so firm and full of milk." She then squeezed each of my enlarged nipples, and got several drops of milk to drip from each one. She was amazed I guess, since she has never been pregnant. 

She then said, "May I please?" I nodded yes, without knowing for sure what she meant, but was really enjoying her massaging and caressing my breasts, and didn't want her to stop yet. To my surprise she took one of my nipples in her mouth and started sucking on it. Ooh, it felt soo good. She sucked hard and got a lot of my breast in her mouth with the nipple. And like my son, she massaged the other breast and nipple while she nursed me. It felt wonderful! She emptied all the milk my son had left in it, and switched to the other one. After a wonderful while she had emptied both my breasts of milk. During this time I had had two silent orgasms, that I don't think she could tell. 

She said for me to look at her tits. Her nipples were poking out even further than when she had first shown them to me. She shyly asked me to do her a favor and touch them like she had done for me. I sort of felt obligated since she had just given me so much pleasure. But I had never had any sexual contact with another woman, so I did feel a bit awkward. So I slowly took each of her breasts in my hands and felt them. They were much softer than mine since they had no milk in them. But her nipples were much harder than mine. I noticed that she closed her eyes and moaned a little while I massaged them. As I continued, she slowly lowered herself back further on the couch. As I continued massaging, she put her hands behind my head and slowly pulled my face down to her breasts. Not knowing exactly what to do, I slowly kissed her nipples and licked each of them. 

Again, she moaned and said, "Suck them, please, please?" So I started to suck them as my husband and son did to me that felt so good. She continued to moan and moved her whole body sensually as I took turns sucking both her breasts. She got more and more into it, and finally had a loud earth shattering orgasm. She said, "My God, That was awesome!" 

We shared with each other that neither of us had ever had any sexual contact with another woman, but that this was a wonderful experience. She again surprised me with another request, and said she wanted to check something. I said ok, and she reached under my skirt and felt my soaking wet panties between my legs. I jumped back in a bit of a shock. She quickly took my hand and placed it between her legs under her skirt. She was as wet as I was. We both smiled and looked at each other. About then, my son came back in and asked me to fix him some lunch. My friend and I were a bit embarrassed and laughed and giggled. She excused herself and left while I prepared lunch for my son. 

Later, as I did my housework, I was still wet and aroused so much that I had to lie down on the bed and make myself cum while I thought of the earlier activities. I wonder if the next time my friend comes over, we will have the nerve to do it again. And will we go even further? If we do I'll share it with y'all if you want me to.

Breastfeeding Class



Copyright Oggbashan October 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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I drove through the country lanes with the summer evening sun glinting in my rear view mirror. I should have been enjoying the scenery but I was slightly nervous. I was going to an ante-natal class. The classes were privately run and held in the instructor's large living room. This time I was without my wife Maureen. She would be late tonight. She would come by taxi after her appointment with the doctor. Although I had been going to the classes with her since she had joined, I have never been without her. Why should I? She was the one who was pregnant, not me. 

Maureen originally thought that I ought to know as much about her pregnancy as she did but recently I had been irritating her. I knew MORE than she did. We'd argued about it. She told me that I was upsetting the other class members as well. Perhaps I had. I'd read the set book before the classes had started. I did the homework each week. I wasn't tired out by carrying a heavy lump. Although all eight lady members were due to give birth in a month or less, I was better informed than they were.

The other husbands had come to the first lesson or so but now I was the only husband still attending. The others had found excuses not to come. Perhaps, although I wouldn't admit it even to myself, I continued to come because I found pregnant women incredibly sexy. 

As usual I carried two foam sleeping mats and the bag of Maureen's equipment. Tonight's class would be slightly different. After the breathing and relaxation exercises there would be a talk from a teacher from a breast-feeding support group. That group encouraged breast feeding and provided one-to-one support from recent mothers who were feeding or had recently breast fed their own baby. The breast-feeding teacher would bring a mother who had attended an earlier series of the ante-natal classes.

As with many clubs and groups in our town, all the members knew each other. It is a small town. Not only did I know all the members of the class, I knew their husbands too.

I had no clue that the class was planning a different evening for me. Maureen hadn't given a sign that anything other than the normal class was arranged. 

If I'd known that the "mother" attending was Geraldine, Maureen's brother's wife, wild horses wouldn't have dragged me to that class. I had been engaged to Geraldine a few years ago. We broke up angrily and both said things we'd rather forget. She told me that I was a self-opinionated prig and I made rude comments about the small size of her breasts. We had to meet sometimes but the atmosphere between us could still be cut with a knife.

We started as usual. We laid down on the sleeping mats to start the relaxation exercises. This was my weakest point. I couldn't relax easily. Hazel, the instructor, came over to me. 

"Brian! You are not relaxing. It's really important in the later stages of pregnancy. Look at Wendy and Clare. They have flopped. You are still tense. I think you need some help understanding what hard work it can be carrying a baby around." She turned to Wendy.

"Wendy, can you get the empathy box, please?"

Wendy left the room and returned with something that looked more like a suitcase than a box. It was obviously heavy.

Hazel turned to me.

"We have been loaned this empathy kit. It is intended to give husbands some idea of what their wives have to endure while pregnant. Since you are the only husband left I think that you should try it."

She opened the case and pulled out a heavy corset. It looked like a costume for playing Falstaff - very big-bellied.

"This has been designed to feel like carrying the weight of a pregnancy at eight months. I want you to put it on." 

Hazel paused. I wanted to protest but Wendy and Clare were squatting either side of me. They are normally large women and now, eight months pregnant, they were enormous. They looked as if they'd be delighted to assist Hazel in getting the empathy kit on me. I gulped. I'd upset both Wendy and Clare during the classes. 

"Brian!" said Wendy "You can't put it on dressed as you are. You'll have to strip to your pants!"

I was about to protest but the look in Wendy and Clare's eyes was enough. I stripped. I heard faint giggles from some of the others. I don't think there was anyone sympathetic to me. I'd upset all of them at one class or another.

Hazel lifted up the corset and tried to put it on me. It was vest-shaped and laced at the back. It wouldn't go over my head so she put it down and totally unlaced the back. Then she offered it up for me to put my arms into the armholes. I couldn't. The armholes were too small and wouldn't pass beyond my elbows.

"Oh dear," she said "It must have been designed for someone smaller than you. I want you to wear it but I can't see how."

Wendy leant forward and whispered in her ear. Wendy seemed to have a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Well ... I suppose so." said Hazel quietly. "Do you really think so, Wendy?"

Wendy nodded.

Hazel said to me "Wendy suggested that we put it on with your arms inside it. It seems to be the only way it could go on."

"But I wouldn't be able to ..." I started to say before the rest of the class applauded the idea. 

I didn't want to put it on like that but I was surrounded by women that I'd irritated. They weren't prepared to accept a "No" from me.

Wendy helped Hazel to put the corset round me. It may have had small armholes but the rest of it was large enough. It was really heavy. While Hazel adjusted it on my shoulders Wendy and Clare laced the back. One of them pulled my hands down and round to the lower back of the corset. The other laced it tightly. Somehow she tied my wrists into the corset's lacing before knotting it. Then I was released. 

I staggered as I felt the full weight of the "empathy lump". It was dragging me forward and down. Instinctively I arched my back to compensate. The weighted "breasts" dragged on my shoulders. My head went back.

"Now walk around the room" ordered Hazel.

I waddled round the room followed by helpful suggestions - "Back straight! Head up!"

I felt terrible. And - yes - I did begin to realise what they were going through. It was very uncomfortable carrying all that weight in such an awkward position. I slowly rolled back to Hazel. 

"Now try lying down," she said "Wendy, Clare, please help him."

The two women helped me to kneel and lowered me forward. The lump dug into me, emptying my lungs. They rolled me on to my back. I lay there panting with the weight pressing down into my stomach and across my chest.

"Now try to stand up" Hazel asked.

I couldn't. With my arms clamped inside the corset all I could do was thrash my legs. I felt like an upturned tortoise.

"It isn't easy, is it?" said Hazel "Now just lie there and relax while we continue with the class.".

What else could I do? I was stranded like a beached whale. Without help I couldn't get up. I couldn't even turn over.

While I was lying there Maureen arrived.

"Hello, darling," she said brightly as she lay down beside me "Enjoying yourself?"

"No. I'm not!" I hissed at her. "I'm stuck and can't get up."

"What a shame." Maureen was enjoying my predicament. "Perhaps now you know how I and the others feel about being pregnant. That might teach you to be more understanding."

I bit back an angry retort because just then the door opened and Geraldine came into the room followed by another woman I didn't know. The sight of Geraldine worried me immensely. If she was in on the plot then I knew I was in trouble. She and the other woman ignored me as though my position was normal. Maureen moved close to me, dragging her mattress with her.

"Hello, Hazel. Hello everybody." said Geraldine. "This is Mary, the breast feeding tutor."

"Hello" said Mary.

Then Mary started her talk to the class just as if everything was perfectly normal. I lay flat on the mattress with my arms tightly lashed, while Mary lectured on the techniques and advantages of breastfeeding. From time to time Maureen stroked my hair or lightly hugged me but otherwise I was ignored completely.

I couldn't understand what was happening or what was to happen until Mary said that there would be a practical demonstration.

Maureen moved and sat with her back to the wall. Wendy and Clare dragged me across the floor like a sack of potatoes and laid my head against my wife's shoulder. Maureen's arms closed round me, holding me in place. Geraldine walked across to us, unbuttoned the front of her dress and lifted her bra. She knelt beside Maureen, opened my mouth with her fingers and stuffed her left breast in. She pressed a finger down on her breast to allow my nose to get some air. As she did so she hissed in my ear "Suck!"

I sucked. Warm milk spurted into me. I swallowed. If I hadn't I might have drowned. Geraldine's milk was flowing freely. I was distantly aware of Mary's voice explaining what was happening inside Geraldine's breast. I could feel Maureen's body getting aroused. So was mine. 

Geraldine hissed in my ear again.

"Not bad for small breasts are they, Brian?"

I nodded as best as I could. I was in no position to antagonise her. Besides they'd always been great breasts. I'd only said they were small when we were trying to hurt each other as much as we could. Now that she was breast-feeding - they were magnificent!

The class gathered round us as Mary explained the various positions for breast-feeding. Geraldine demonstrated each on me, then swapped breasts and flooded me again. Finally she withdrew but every member of the class took turns to try breast-feeding me.

After seven pairs of breasts I felt bruised and tired of sucking. Yet Geraldine fed me again. This time she was very gentle and soothing. I felt myself drifting off to sleep despite my uncomfortable position. Maureen brought me back. 

"There are some things you can't do, Brian, aren't there?"

I nodded.

"Have you learned today's lesson - not to be so big-headed?"

I nodded again.

"Then it's my turn to feed you."

Maureen turned to the others.

"Help him move, please."

This time they were gentle. They lifted me away from Maureen and held me while Geraldine took Maureen's place. Geraldine held my head with its back cradled between her breasts while Maureen moved into position. 

Maureen knelt in front of me with her breasts exposed. She leant forward and softly filled my mouth with a breast. I sucked until she swapped breasts and "fed" me again. This time I did go to sleep held by Geraldine and sandwiched between her and Maureen.

When I came to it was dark outside. I was still between Geraldine's breasts. Maureen was kneeling in front of us. The others had gone.

"Hello again, Brian" Geraldine said.

"Hello," I said weakly.

"Are we forgiven?" she asked.

"Forgiven? For what?" I asked her.

"For humiliating you and taking revenge for your big-headedness."

"Oh that," I said "I only remember that I've been loved by a lot of big-hearted women tonight. That is what I'll remember."

Maureen and Geraldine hugged me.

"And I haven't got small breasts?" Geraldine continued.

"No. You haven't. You never had. Your breasts were always wonderful. When we were splitting up we said unkind things to each other. I was glad to meet your breasts again tonight. If anything they are much better now than I remembered."

Geraldine looked above my head at Maureen who nodded.

"I'll leave you with a last sample. My son is staying with friends tonight. She'll have fed him so if I don't feed you again my breasts will be bloated in the morning."

Maureen turned me so that I was lying in Geraldine's lap. My mouth was filled with Geraldine's breast milk as she and Maureen held me. 

They had one last lesson for me. They pulled my trousers and sweater over the corset and loaded me into our car. Maureen drove me home. She helped me out and up the stairs to the bedroom. Then she pushed me over on to the bed. I lay there unable to move. She stripped her dress off, then her tights, bra and panties. I asked her to release me. She wriggled me out of my sweater, pulled my trousers down to my ankles, and then stopped.

"No." she said "I don't think you've had long enough."

"Yes I have. It's not a joke anymore. Come on. Let me out."

I'd intended to say more but Maureen picked up her panties and stuffed them in my mouth. Then she wound her bra round my face and tied it behind my head. I couldn't stop her using her tights to tie my ankles together and to the bottom of the bed. Then she pulled my trousers off. I watched impotently as she readied herself for bed and put on the voluminous white silk night-dress we'd nicknamed her "wedding dress".

She lay beside me and whispered in my ear.

"Tonight it's your turn to lie back and let things happen. I love you but you've been a nuisance to the ante-natal class. If you'll agree to be good from now on I'll ungag you. OK?"

I nodded.

She ungagged me. I needed my mouth almost immediately because she straddled me and ordered me to lick her. I disappeared under her silken skirt of her night-dress. She held me between her thighs and under her sex. From time to time I had to breathe but I could only do so when Maureen let me. Whenever I could I looked up at the swelling bulge above me and her enlarged breasts holding the night-dress tented above me.

Eventually she slid down my body and rode my erection to a climax. Our bulges slapped together as she moved faster and faster. Throughout her love-making my head was still covered by white silk.

She rolled off me. There was one final humiliation for me. 

She pulled her night-dress over me, pulling it tightly down my back despite "my" bulging breasts and belly. We were squeezed together. Just before she tugged her night-dress top over my head she pushed a breast deep into my mouth. I couldn't displace it because I was trapped by the white silk of her bodice. She rolled us so that we were facing each other side by side. 

She closed her eyes saying:

"Sleep well, darling. See you in the morning."

I lay there impotently gagged into silence before I too went to sleep. In the morning she released me. It took me some time to get back the use of my arms but the relief of shedding that weight was wonderful.

That had been the last ante-natal class I attended. Geraldine and I were friends again. Maureen sometimes fed me after our son was born. And seven other women in our town behaved as if they owned part of me. In a way, they did.

PS Later, when I looked at the "empathy" corset before Maureen returned it to Hazel, I noticed that the arm holes had some new stitching around them. They'd been deliberately made smaller. I'd been set up from the beginning!



Breastfeeding Father-in-Law



Thursday morning I got dressed with teasing Monty on my brain. I chose a lime green halter top that showed the natural curves of my breasts and would give him a nice front and side view. I was still determined not to go anywhere with his flaunting, but I enjoy giving men pleasure visually.... it turns me on, it turned me on so much that I couldn't help but play with my breasts during my 15 minute drive over there, therefore giving many an unexpected view during their morning commute to work, and for a select few, they made their appreciation known. 

Within minutes of my being there, I could hear Monty upstairs in the kitchen, and by all the noise he made, I was pretty sure he was at the kitchen table once again. I played with my nipples for a couple minutes before heading up for my coffee. I could feel my 38C boobs bouncing slightly and knew he was enjoying the bobbing as I finished climbing the final steps. I couldn't help but notice his knees legs slightly spread under the table and the robe slightly open, but not enough to see what was winking at me underneath. 

"Good morning!" Monty cheerfully greeted me. 

"It's gonna be a got one out today, looks like you dressed for the weather." His eyes were wandering over my chest before settling on my face. 

"Yep, I'm always prepared", I happily replied. I was slightly turned away from him, allowing him to view the curve of my breast leading to a pointy hardened nipple. 

"What are your plans today? Staying cool or braving the heat?" Monty inquired.

I turned towards him and noticed him quickly move his hand from between his legs to above the table. I sat down kitty corner to him and leaned forward to sip my coffee. "I think I'll stick indoors, too hot for the baby to be outside". I leaned back in my chair and thought about him pinching his nipples as I blew on my coffee. We started talking about this n that and I was very much aware of not so discreet glances at my chest. I got up from my chair and reached over the table to grab a napkin, letting him glimpse a nipple as the halter hung a little loose. Walking over to the counter, I ran the water washed my hands. Monty slid his chair back and made an overly loud effort to get out of the chair. I asked if he needed help as I watched the bottom of his robe open as he got up, then close again. He declined my help and walked towards where I was standing then went behind me, brushing against my ass as he went by. 

I grinned to myself as I descended the stairs. Monty wasn't much older than me... maybe 10yrs older, and he was totally gray....head, chest and pubes. I sat down on the couch and contemplated. Not a bad looking piece he has down there, I thought. It was bigger than I had anticipated, for someone of his size, maybe a bit bigger than average. I wondered what he was into and if he masturbated a lot. My day dream was broken when I heard Mikey babbling in his crib. Time for the routine change n feed. 

Mikey and I wandered upstairs and of course Monty was there waiting for us...or should I say me and my breasts? Just as I walked by him, Mikey grabbed by halter and exposed its breast. 

"Looks like he wants the boob" Monty commented as I pulled the material back over my breast. 

"I don't think Kim would appreciate my breastfeeding her kid" I added matter of factly. 

Monty pondered what I said and curiously replied, "You mean you could feed him? You're not pregnant or have a kid.....you have milk??" 

"No, I'm not pregnant and well, yeah I have a little bit, but not much, just a few drops here and there." I could feel myself actually blush somewhat. 

Monty was a little confused. "How can....I mean how does that.... WHY?" 

I liked where this conversation was going, and I could tell he very much wanted to hear what I had to say. 

" Well, there is induced lactation. Wet-nurses and women who adopt children can produce milk without being pregnant."

"You still haven't told me HOW." Monty eagerly stated.

"Usually it's a combination of medicine prescribed by a doctor and manual milking techniques." I answered.

"Manual milking techniques? " Monty thought a moment, then replied, "You mean like milking a cow....massaging your breasts like that?" 

"Yes, something like that, or having someone suckle your breasts regularly or using a breast pump also." I added. His gaze rested on my breasts and you could tell he was thinking about what I told him.

"Would he get anything if he sucked them?" Monty was in awe, his eyes glued to my boobs and his mouth slightly open, like he wanted to take one in his mouth himself.

"Well, a little bit, but not enough to satisfy him." I could feel my nipples tingling and hardening to the point where they ached. I thought about Monty watching me breastfeed the baby and scolded myself for doing so. 

"I think Mike wants it." He pointed to my naked boob which Mikey had again exposed and was trying to get at with his mouth. 

I blushed slightly, but didn't cover my breast. Instead I let the baby find the hardened nipple and eagerly latched on, hoping for milk. 

Monty couldn't take his eyes off Mikey's mouth sucking slowly at my boob. His own nipples were fully erect and his robe was now covering the beginnings of a hard-on. Mikey was starting to get frustrated by not getting any milk when I felt the let-down happen. A tingling filled my breast and I knew he would get something soon. He settled down once he tasted the warm liquid spurt in his mouth. 

"How does that feel" Monty asked, still transfixed upon Mikey feeding from me. "Does it feel the same as when a guy sucks them?" 

"Yes, it feels the same way, except with milk coming out of them." I was enjoying the sensation of nurturing Mikey and having Monty watching. After a few minutes, Monty questioned me.

"Shouldn't he feed from your other breast too? When do you know it's time to change breasts?" He asked eagerly.

"I really shouldn't be doing this Monty. If Kim or anyone found out I'd be dead!!!" I was feeling guilty but pleasant at the same time.

"I'm telling anyone. I love watching you feed him, it's amazing. My wife never breastfed and I've never seen it before, it's awesome to watch!" At that moment, Mikey unlatched from my breast. Monty gazed intensely at the long drawn out milky nipple, "WOW" he exclaimed, "Now the other one right?"

After burping Mikey, I pulled out my other breast and let him secure his hungry mouth on my breast. Once again, it took a moment for the milk to let-down, then giving Michael his meal. Monty reached over and brushed the nipple not in use with his finger. "You were dripping," he pointed out as he removed his hand.

I covered up the breast Monty just finished grazing and was trying hard not to be aroused, I was calm n cool on the outside, but inside I was madly turned on.

When Mikey finished his feeding, I covered myself up and got up to leave. 

"Thank you, I really enjoyed that," Monty happily announced.

"It can't happen again!" I demanded as I disappeared downstairs.

The baby was once again napping. I couldn't believe I had enough milk to feed him, I couldn't believe I fed him! I couldn't believe I let Monty watch! I wanted him to watch! I loved him watching my breasts feed a child! I am sick in the head!! Never ever ever is that happening again! Just totally wrong! I glanced down at my breasts and ran my hands over them. I could feel there was milk filling them slowly, anticipating another feeding. The feeling was extraordinary. My whole body was on alert. I needed a smoke badly, so outside I went. 

The heat was stifling as I lit up and sat on the warm concrete step. Without even thinking about it, a hand went to my breast and slowly massaged it. The workers across the alley must have gone for lunch for they weren't around to watch this show. I slipped my breasts out of the halter and tenderly kneaded my plump milk jugs. I watched my nipples grow larger and brushed the hardened nibs with my fingers. I couldn't help but begin a slow milking motion on my breasts and I could feel the liquid gathering up in my nipples until a few small drops emerged. I let out a soft moan and gathered my thoughts as I replaced my halter and went back inside.

Turning on the television, I could feel my breasts longing to be suckled, but I ignored it as I watched the show. I was almost asleep on the sofa when I heard Monty ask if I wanted to watch a movie with him. I accepted graciously and watched him put the DVD in the machine. While he was setting it up, I couldn't help but think he should change into real clothing, at least a pair of shorts or something. When he came to sit down there was nothing poking out, so I figured he must have gotten off after I left.

Five minutes into the movie, Monty's curiosity got the better of him. "How long does it take to get the milk back?" he asked.

"About three hours," I answered back.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and then directed his eyes to my boobs again.

"Oh, so you have some now then," he shifted his position on the couch and swung his legs up onto the stool. His robe gaped open somewhat across his crotch and I could see the gray hairs poking through and a few good fleshy inches of manhood. I really wanted to see the head of his cock poking out at me, but it was hiding under the robe still. 

"Yes, there's some now" I answered in return without taking my eyes off the tv.

"I think Kim has a pump if you need to get rid of some milk. I saw it in the bathroom down here." Monty scratched his chest, exposing his hairy chest and tiny pink nipples. 

"Yeah I saw it, thanks, but I don't think I feel comfortable using hers. I'll just take care of it when I get home later." I answered.

"That's a long time to wait isn't it? Won't they get really sore? I looked it up on the internet and I read it can get painful if they're too full," Monty stated with concern.

"You looked up breastfeeding on the internet?" This caught me by surprise.

"I'm intrigued so I had to look it up," he replied, "and was hoping for some pictures to look at. You can't blame a guy! Your breasts are amazing and watching them get sucked was unbelievable!"

"I'm not going to fuck you, Monty. So forget it. You're family." I stated rather convincingly.

"We don't need to have sex. You don't seem to have any problem with showing off your boobs to me, I'd be happy just to see them up and close....maybe let me feel them or have a quick suck or two." Monty leaned back on the couch and smiled as he watched the movie. The bulge under his robe was much more noticeable now and I could almost see the entire length of it through the opening in his robe. 

Through the corner of my eye I caught him giving his dick a quick rub. I really badly wanted my breasts touched and played with, but I wasn't about to come right out and say it. So I came up with a plan, hoping it would work. 

Finally, I replied, "I'm going out for a smoke."

The blinds were slanted just enough so Monty could see me sitting in the chair outside. My back would be mostly facing him, but he'd be able to see just a bit of my right side and the curve of my breast inside the halter. I lit up and took a long drag while my left hand slid inside my halter and softly massaged the left breast. I knew he couldn't see exactly what was happening, but he could see movement of my arm and probably figure out what I was doing. I noticed the construction workers still weren't around and wondered where they were. I loved the feeling inside my breasts as I worked them with both hands now. I could feel a few drops of milk leaking from the taut nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips. I heard the door open. I just finished covering up as Monty came up behind my chair. I knew he had seen. 

"I brought you a Coke, figured you'd need some in this heat." Monty now stood beside me and ran the bottom of the can over the skin of my right breast not covered by the halter, his thumb followed suit gliding along the wet cold trail down to my outline of my top. 

"Thanks," I retorted as I grabbed the can with my left hand and let his thumb graze along my skin. He moved behind the chair now and with both hands gently pushed my breasts together several times then squeezed them softly. 

"My god your tits are amazing!" he gasped as he cupped one with each of his big firm hands. "You like that as much as I like doing that?"

"Mmmm that's nice. Glad you like" I murmured.

Monty continued kneading, caressing, massaging and squeezing the plump melons. Gently at first, then a little more roughly. I was thoroughly enjoying this.

I moved to get up and Monty protested. I removed his hands and rose from the chair. " I'm going inside."

Walking to the door my eyes took in the full extent of his hardness which was almost fully erect. 

I went to the bathroom while Monty settled on the sofa. When I returned, he had his head back on the sofa and his eyes closed. No doubt he was thinking about my tits. I came up behind him and let my breasts loose from the halter and let them slap his face. His eyes opened immediately when some milk spurted from my nipples onto his face. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them pulling them hard down towards his face making both of us moan. His tongue lashed out and teased each long hard milky nipple. I almost lost my balance I was so overtaken with pleasure as he greedily began to suck on the right teat like Mikey did when he fed. Starting to get uncomfortable, I pulled away, to Monty dislike. I moved to the front of the couch and kneeled on it facing him and told him to continue. While he suckled on one breast I would play with the other one, squirting his head with my milk. 

In between mouthfuls of milk Monty would mumble and moan with pleasure. As I watched him greedily drinking my milk I could see his hand moving slowly up and down his cock which was showing pre-cum. He pulled back from me and once again began to roughly massage them and squeeze the milk in spurts all over his face. The next thing I knew, Monty grunted loudly and I felt his hot cum running down my leg, but he didn't stop, he sucked my nipples harder until there was nothing left in them. He finished off my slowly wrapping his tongue around the nipples licking them clean and then slapping his face with them. 

He leaned back and looked at his semi-soft cock and then my leg. "Oops, sorry didn't mean to get you dirty" he said as he grabbed a Kleenex and began to clean it up. I ran my hand through the goopy mess covering it with his cum then spread it over my nipples and licked it from them.

"Holy crap that was insane!" he let out with enthusiastically. 

"I better clean up and you need to get upstairs, they're gonna be home soon." 

Examining myself in the bathroom mirror I proudly flicked my nipples and squeezed my sticky breasts. I could feel my panties soaked with my own juices. I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate!!