2 comments/ 66057 views/ 17 favorites Cow's Sweet Milk By: Kikori Light breathing emanated from between bubble-gum pink lips, accompanied by an almost inaudible moaning undertone. Nobody around seemed to mind... In fact, many of the women around seemed to be letting out sharper breaths, or more orgasmic cries. Every couple of seconds, a very suppressed moo would echo out... but not of one lady, who was smiling and holding the pleasure and relief in as her breasts were drained slowly of milk by the machine attached. Her gallon hug was nearly full; she had been letting herself be milked for what seemed like an hour into the morning. Most women around her seemed to be taking longer due to enjoying the feeling of their milk being drawn away. She, however, had a different image behind her closed eyes... Babies against her chest, insatiable hunger being filled by her as long as they required. "Donna, I'll never understand how you can get it filled that fast. I'm thinking of kids, too, but I'm nowhere near that done..." The blonde girl next to Donna flapped her ears once and looked down at her own chest. "Maybe I'm just not good for milking for others." Donna smiled and reached over to rest a hand on the girl's shoulder. "No, I'm just... me. Nobody else seems to let it flow as fast as me. I can't explain it. But remember, hun, you're here because your milk is loved. Don't strain yourself." A light giggle came from the blonde, and her tail flicked in appreciation. "Thanks..." Donna hummed a happy "You're welcome" before looking down at herself. "Nobody seems to have my sensitivity, either." Her face blushed incredibly at the jeans between her legs holding a growing wet spot, only getting larger with every passing minute. "Part of it may just be that I enjoy it too much." The blonde lady didn't hear, and didn't respond. Donna, however, had no idea why the thought of feeding someone pleased her like that and let the milk flow so unlimitedly. Nobody minded except her... She was single, and had been for at least twenty years while everyone else had a family awaiting at home. Donna assumed her wanton pleasure in being milked labeled her as undesirable. *DING* Donna's eyes opened again as she looked up at the simple machine. The suction on her breasts was cut off as the last of the milk slid down the tubes and into the waiting jug. The moment the machine finished dripping water in, Donna put the cap down on the jug and left it to be taken by another worker to be sealed and labeled. She stood and pulled up the tube top she had slid down to allow herself to work. Numerous young girls and many ladies waved good-bye as she walked out of the barn-line workplace, assailed by brilliant sunlight and a very gentle breeze. No matter what, the open space of a green field and the numerous houses placed among the small gardens and farms made Donna smile as she set off towards the edge of the pasture. A gentle gust picked some cotton from the crops and blew it through the air, almost perfecting the gentle, peaceful image as Donna started trotting home. Around her, many men and women, some with less animalistic features (preferring to hold their tails and ears and whatnot on the inside) and some with more (such as fur sprouting to not have to deal with clothes) waved to Donna or carried out their business. As a whole, the Pasture region of the world seemed peaceful and homey. Sheep children hid among the cotton, and the occasional rabbit would come in to sneak away a treat, to more the humor than anything of the working farmers. Reaching her abode, Donna stepped in and instantly pulled off the jeans she wore, only wanting them around to absorb the fluids of her pleasure. Immediately, white and chocolate brown fur sprouted slowly, almost shaped into leggings that attached to the panties she soon replaced within her cabinet's drawer. She wasn't due to help babysit the farmers' children for a couple hours, so she had time to flop onto the awaiting bed and close her eyes, feeling a nap due to mull over her thoughts. As her arms wrapped around her invisible companion, she closed her eyes and tucked into the pillows, imagination and dreams taking over her mind... She saw a boy, all his animal features hidden and adorned in simple clothes, watching another child and much younger smile as the babe was taken away with a smile. Donna couldn't help but feel the boy's imagined pleasure that someone else was happy, but the remorse that he was not going, either. A quiet, reserved tone emanated from him, though his lips didn't move... "Nearly eighteen years, and I still can't get a mother..." "Dart, come on. Sierra's gone, so please, stop fantasizing about being her." An old lady strolled past and pulled the younger man around, giving Donna a good view of him... About five and a half feet, slender framed, silky chocolate hair to his shoulders and trusting hazel eyes. "It's time for bed." He sighed and nodded, trudging into a bed Donna couldn't see. She had two hours... if this was to be her dream, she would spend it with the boy in his arms. Appearing in the dream through the door the young Sierra was led out of, Donna crawled behind Dart and lied in the bed with him, wrapping gently around him with a soft squeeze to keep him close... ***** Dart's breathing started getting regular as the dream overtook him of somebody, anybody, who could help him feel cherished and important, wanted, even needed. He had imagined many, but had never been able to take that imagination to bed for eight hours of closeness with whoever his head had created. This time... it seemed to be different. Always a lucid dreamer, Dart could remember, and even interact with, what came into his head. He'd often flown with birds or swam with the dolphins, even relaxed and enjoyed a sunny field. This time, there was another person as soon as his eyes closed. Within his dream, he looked up to see a lady, a whole head taller than him and, while not fat, plump everywhere and enormous around her chest. Her head donned cow-like ears, one pierced with a ring, and she had a rope-like tail that flicked randomly side to side as she walked to, and past, him. Her hair was deep red and glistened in the dream's unexplainable light, and seemed to stay perfectly fluffed like a heart. He tensed for a second as she slid into the bed from his behind, but instantly relaxed upon feeling her arms wrapping around him, tugging her very softly into her awaiting body. He instantly felt... relaxed. Happy. A smile broke across his lips as he whispered out, "Who are you?" She tucked her forehead against the back of his head as she cooed out, "My name is Donna Kauheart. Don't worry, hun... whether that old lady's a dream or not, you don't deserve to be upset and forced around. I'm here for you." Dart's face grew as confused as his voice. "She's not a dream, though. She's the owner of the orphanage... You're the dream." Donna loosened her hug and crawled carefully over him, giving him a view of her cow print jeans and revealing, creamy white tube top until her large brown eyes and pink lips showed as well. "But, you're in mine... I saw Sierra being taken away, then the caretaker, and you. So I'm here to hold on while I can." "That was... real. Is this a dream...? It seems like we're real people..." Dart's eyes shined with hope. "Maybe you are... I hope so." He wiggled himself further into her arms, tucking his head in under hers. She giggled in happiness, feeling the warmth of having someone to hold, and started stroking her fingers through Dart's hair. For about two hours of warmth and comfort, the two were as close as possible, happy to enjoy each others' company. Dart seemed to have fallen asleep in his dream, at least until Donna started to pull away. His eyes snapped open and he caught Donna's arm softly in his hand, looking up at her. "Where are you going, miss?" Donna smiled regretfully and knelt by the bed. "I have to work again. If we can meet again, I'll be glad to hold onto you, Dart. I promise." She tilted forward and kissed his cheek, leaving a bubble-gum pink lipstick mark on the skin. He started to let go, but redoubled his soft grip. "One more thing, please... Why are you dressed like a cow?" It didn't deter him that she chose that kind of look, it was just new. She giggled again, not knowing about his innocence of her community. "I'm not dressed up, silly chimp, I'm actually a cow." She smiled and gave him a quick hug, squeezing him softly in fondness before getting up to walk out the door again. Dart couldn't help but look up in confusion at her until the door closed in his dream, the snap of the door snapping his eyes awake. "Donna!" He lurched forward with open arms, looking around for her in the room and out the window at the street. No-one... ***** As Donna's eyes opened to the light, somewhere within her ears rang a call of "Donna!" She looked around for the source, but knew it was Dart, and he wasn't there. She felt it, right inside her heart... He was real. Somewhere, out in the Jungle regions, there was some child named Dart who wanted to be held. The thought sent her into desire to see him again, and comfort that she was wanted, as she stood up and went to get the few adornments she'd need for work. Keeping the furry legs and top, dressed in light tan boots and a large bell on a collar, Donna trotted off to the edge of the pasture where a group of children were sitting in a group, listening to the other babysitter as she told a story. Donna couldn't hear it as she approached, but the children instantly got up and flocked to her to play as the first worker sighed in relief and stood up to greet Donna. "Wow, you look like you just got proposed to. What happened?" Donna blushed and looked away, smiling the whole time. "I... had a dream. This boy, some kind of Jungle animal, was in an orphanage. We talked, and it's like he's real, it's like he was a real person and we just met by dreaming together." She his her face in her hand, still smiling sheepishly as she shook her head. "I want to see him again." The first sitter tilted her head and propped a hand on her waist. "But, Donna... The only places with orphanages are the Snowy Mountains and here in the Pastures." That seemed to snap Donna to reality as the thought washed over her like a wave... Where had Dart been, then, if not on this world? She couldn't fret for long; she had little boys and girls to watch after and keep happy. The routine seemed to continue for a week. Dart would spend a day at school, soon fantasizing about Donna and the dream of her, until he worked for a small time each day at a store on the way home. That would leave a few hours of meandering around the boring home, surrogate older brothering the others until the curfew time came to see Donna in his dream after she had filled her daily gallon jug with fresh milk and went home to nap. The two soon learned they could communicate freely with each other, as if actually there, and explained each of their respective worlds. Donna was as surprised to hear of a world where humans were in no way directly bonded with animal traits as Dart was to realize Donna was indeed partly a cow, inheriting the ability to control which traits she pleased. Despite hearing that Donna was in her forties, Dart felt more and more attached to her with each day they dreamed together. Upon their sixth dream, he couldn't help but ask, "Will you ever visit?" Donna sighed in relief, smiling. "I've wanted to. I didn't want to ask, however, because I wasn't sure if you would get in trouble, or were allowed to leave. I wouldn't ever forgive myself for taking you away when it would harm those around you, or you." "Taking me away..." Dart repeated the phrase with a dreamy breath before tucking himself into Donna's arms again. "That sounds so great! My... my eighteenth birthday is in four days. I'll be legal then to just up and leave wherever I want... Will you be able to take me away?" She nodded and kissed his brow, leaving a faint ruby lip mark on the skin. "Of course. I've heard of your world, and that some people said they would go there, but always assumed they were just joking when they said they would leave to there. Now I know it's the truth... I'll be there when you're eighteen, honey, if you won't be in trouble." That seemed to seal it between the two. The following few days, Donna spoke with who she could about those that jumped from the human world and back, wanting to be able to make it to Dart as soon as possible. The trick was simple... the wait was not. She was almost unable to stand waiting on someone she knew would truly appreciate her for being her... she hoped. Donna had not discussed her being milked, nor her desire and pleasure, with Dart. She felt too ashamed of herself to bring it up, but... it would be worth hiding, if he was as sweet in person as he was in their dreams. There would only be one way to find out. And, as Donna closed her eyes and fastened the suction pumps to her breasts again to fill another gallon, she pictured Dart within her arms to help the milk flow. That was the same day she could see Dart. Sighing away her anxiety of not being good enough for him, she focused on what she knew... Her own house seemed to match Dart's orphanage enough that she could travel freely between both worlds by will and whatever was able to link them. Feeling it safer to step outside and not risk the house, Donna removed her clothes except bra, panties, and soft leather boots; in the dreams, she always seemed to have little on, her splotched fur serving as the main cover of her legs and arms while her belly and cleavage laid exposed. Dart had gotten used to that, so hopefully he would be comfortable with it in person. "Here I come, darling..." Closing her eyes and trusting her heart to guide her, Donna felt a gust of wind and a small pressure against her whole body until the light changed and her foot landed softly on the wood. Bits of cotton floated in the dead air and a few grains of wheat scattered over the floor as Donna looked for the doorway leading to Dart's bed. It was easy to find; he was asleep, a calm face with a smile as he seemed to be imagining something comforting. In a whisper, she cooed out, "Cutie... I hope he's enjoying his dreams." Once again, this time in person, Donna stepped carefully behind Dart's bed and climbed in, sinking into the mattress until she could wrap around Dart and give him a soft hug into her. Immediately, he recognized the warm, fuzzy sensation, both of her body and her affection. Kissing the back of his head, she smiled and whispered, "Hello, Dart." He twisted very slowly in her arms, not wanting to break contact as he turned around, opening his eyes sleepily to look up into hers. The hazel seemed to shine in happiness before he buried himself into her arms happily. "You're really here..." She nodded, feeling the same wave of happy truth rush through her body as she sighed in content and uttered out, for the first time in person, "I am. I love you, Dart." His eyes caught hers again, a bead of a tear settled on the bottom of each eye to reflect the smile laid upon his face. "I love you, too... When can you take me away? I'm ready." Tucking him into her arms again, Donna closed her eyes and said, "Right now." As she spoke, she willed for another trip to go right as she seemed to fall a whole inch, switching from the springy mattress of the orphanage to a very fluffy feather mattress within her own room. "Welcome home, honey." Dart very slowly, and almost reluctantly, let go of Donna to sit up and look around. The house seemed to have taken a step back in technology, and about ten forward in comfort. Radio, lights, photos and books, two closed doors (probably a bathroom and a closet), and even further closer to the door outside had a kitchen and a dining room with a couch and chair. "This place looks nice..." He lied back down and scooted back into Donna's waiting arms. "Simple, pleasant, and with you." She giggled and gave Dart a soft squeeze of affection, crawling over him to face him as her hand stroked softly over his cheek. "I have to work as a babysitter every day for the farmers' children here. I start in a little over an hour... My house is yours, and everyone here is friendly if you want to go introduce yourself. Just expect a lot of odd looks for a minute; humans here are nearly nonexistent." Having tilted his hand into her cheek, he nodded softly and buried himself into her body again, immersing in the warmth of being loved. "Let them look... I can't feel much but warmth." Donna smiled and squeezed the young man more into him, bound by the happiness of being so praised and loved. She pulled back slowly and looked down at him, stroking at his cheek until his dreamy eyes caught hers and he finally came back to reality. "Dart... do you love me as a mother, or do you think you love me as more?" His hand raised to hers on his cheek, and gripped it very softly. "I... don't know. I know I feel very strongly for you... But I've never had a proper mother, nor a girlfriend. So I don't know if I'm feeling very happy to have a mother, or if I'm feeling so close that I'll want to call you my love." He smiled softly up at her, tilting into the hand that rested against his skin. "I do I know I love you. So... I think I'll just follow that feeling." Such a pure outlook made Donna smile and kiss Dart's brow gently. "We'll see." For the moment, she was content to have someone in her arms, and was happy that he was willing to stay so close for the good, long while until the clock chimed time for work. Donna gave Dart a gentle kiss good-bye and left outside, tail flicking rapidly in happiness as she left the building to head to the farm. The moment she relieved the first caretaker and was nearly trampled by giddy, playful children, Dart fell against her bed, taking in the scent of her on the bed and relaxing while he would normally be sleeping. Thirty minutes of a dreamless rest and Dart couldn't find himself able to stay down any more. He would sleep in Donna's arms later that night; for now, he wanted to know fully where it was. Stepping out, he was instantly greeted by a breath of extremely clean air, a welcome change from the city he was raised in. Everyone around seemed to be doing jobs that almost looked like a scene from the Revolutionary era of his books. Farmers in the fields were mixed between manually working the land, and using some simple machine Dart couldn't make out. Many ladies with little to do were enjoying the outside, whether with books or gardens or just seeming to enjoy the day. Children ran among the few trees, many crops, and beautiful gardens. The location was definitely welcoming and carefree. Dart stepped further from the home, finally catching the eyes of some passerby. The reactions he received weren't malicious; he seemed to be more of a curiosity in that he most resembled a monkey, but had no features. It only took a couple explanations of his humanity before the word seemed to spread through the entire town who and what he was. Though not idolized for his oddity, his attachment to Donna seemed to earn him immediate acceptance to the community, so long as he didn't cause trouble. Where had this place been all his life? The milk factory, the largest house not directly involved with the farms and crops, caught Dart's eyes. Creamy colored and quite tall, he couldn't help but wonder if it was some sort of town hall. Immediately upon entering, he blushed horribly, seeing the women exposed to be milked by the machines. A few noticed his near entry and squealed in surprise, but he had closed the door and put his back to it, beet red as he wondered about what he'd seen. One of the ladies inside who had finished as soon as he appeared stepped out cautiously. She had blonde hair, almost platinum, as she asked, "You're... You DIDN'T know what this building was... didn't you?" Cow's Sweet Milk He shook his head nervously. "No, I... Miss Donna brought me here when I asked, and I haven't ever seen this place, so I—" The lady sighed in relief upon hearing Donna's name and, sensing Dart's genuine worry, smiled comfortably, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. As long as you're not perversely sneaking peeks. Donna's a good worker for here, though; a consistent gallon of milk every day from her seems to be able to cover quite a few kids really well." The lady giggled in the humor of the situation and walked away, relieved that there wasn't any reason to fret. The knowledge left Dart speechless, however, as he looked over to where Donna was currently tending to the children. She... commonly came to have her breasts milked, a whole gallon at a time? Not every cow girl he saw there did, he imagined... Did she enjoy it, or could it not be helped? He knew he had to talk about it with her, and couldn't help but also feel a small spark in his gut; drinking breast milk was something he knew, through lack of a mother, he never got to do properly. The idea aroused him, strangely enough to him. The town was small enough that, aside from peoples' homes and the milk factory, there wasn't much else to explore. Daring the refute of being thought a pest or liability, Dart walked his way around to the farm, looking around. Wheat, corn, cotton... everything you'd expect in a farm to end up in a market. Some workers led in plucking the fruits of their effort from the ground, while a small cluster behind each row worked to aerate the soil and plant new seeds to be grown. Within the actual building, some workers positioned the produce to be sent away or stored. "May I help you, child?" Dart turned to see a man, hoe propped up on his shoulder, approaching from the edge of the crop. Dart couldn't help but stare at the horns that contradicted the man's patient face. "I hear you're Donna's human friend. What can we do for you?" "I... well, while she's busy, I don't want to sit and do nothing." Dart had already worked with helping stock and store for a grocery market, but the manual labor seemed like a new challenge his body had never really been prepared for. The man, however, smiled and offered the hoe's handle to Dart, who gratefully accepted it. "If you'll see, they're adding another couple rows of soil over past the carrots, for when the rabbits are feeling flighty and playful. Go ahead and help while you feel up to it." A strong go-for-it slap on the back sent Dart over to the few other men that were digging at the earth, though he realized he was walking slowly out of the idea that not all men were as patient as the one he'd just met. He was almost immediately proved wrong. The four diggers were happy to have a new hand and guided him carefully through what to do, what to watch for, and the guides they had set up to make sure no rows went astray. Dart was not confined to stay close, but he did not separate; their conversation was pleasant, and their attitudes were quite mellow. The task, no matter how small, was satisfying and managed to consume the time Dart wanted it to. Sunset soon crept over the sky, casting a soft yellow and firey orange over the sky, reflecting almost pink over the towering clouds in the sky that chased down the sunset. "There's gonna be a shower tonight... The ladies will be happy, their gardens have been thirsty." Collecting the tools, one of the workers stashed away what he had collected before shouting to the air for all to hear, "Rain tonight! Get in as soon as possible unless you want to get wet!" Dart started looking for the shape of Donna's home, but spotted her sooner leading each and every child home in order. He couldn't help but stand outside the house, even as droplets of water began sprinkling from the sky, to watch her trying to get everyone home. By the time she got the last little girl in her father's arms, the pouring had started. Dart kept waiting anyway, one arm outstretched for Donna to take as soon as she was in range. Leading her into the open door, Dart tried to get her into the dry and warmth of the house as soon as possible. The moment she was in, Donna retracted the wet fur so the water stuck to her skin and took a towel. She almost started drying herself, but instinct led her to strip Jeff of his clothes to avoid him being drenched. The moment those were removed, not even commenting on the erection that stood up towards his belly, she started wiping and brushing him dry of all possible water. She was only left with some moisture in his hair before she was completely satisfied. "There. Now you're not wet..." She giggled softly at the look on his face. "Just red." He looked down. "Well... I don't think anyone's ever really done something like that before." He looked up to see her removing her own clothes, clean vagina and ample breasts exposed and glistening in rain water until she removed it from her skin, leaving it practically shining in its smoothness. "You really are beautiful, Donna." This caused her to blush, too. Looking down, she could only see her chest, and then the weight on the rest of her body. "No... I'm more fat than beautiful." She started wrapping her hair in the towel, knowing it would take a while to dry no matter how the method was. Dart interrupted by taking her hands within his. "Even if you're not stick thin, you're beautiful. That won't change... Okay?" Donna's eyes shined as she nodded, wrapping her hair successfully that time before leading him to the bed, happy to meet its warmth and softness. Looking up at Dart with one arm open for him, her eyes twinkled with amused confusion. "While naked?" "Why not, sweetheart?" Those three words seemed to manipulate Dart into crawling into the bed, tucking his head up under Donna's and smiling as she wrapped herself around him to keep him close. "What all did you do?" "It seemed to get around fast that I'm "your human" today," to which Donna giggled. "You probably saw me raking at the new rows in the farm, and... I saw that factory with all the women. I heard you go there every day." He rolled around to look up at her face. "I have to know... what drives you to go?" Donna's face was still smiling, this time with a bit of very well surpressed worry. "Two things... One is that I know someone somewhere will need and enjoy it. Two... it feels good." Her cheeks tinted red, and she knew Dart would ask. "The feeling of the suction, and of the liquid draining out, emptying my breasts... somehow, that combined with knowing someone would be enjoying it, or even needing it in a babe's case, makes me cum." The last word almost came out in a shy squeak as she kept looking down at Dart, whose attentive face softened in a smile. "What if I wanted to be the one who enjoyed it?" He dared to raise a hand to her chest, resting it over the soft skin. "Would you let me give you that pleasure?" The answer was wordless; her fingers slid through his hair and his face was led into her exposed breasts. Almost as if with practice, she got his lips against a nipple, to which he uttered a soft "Thank you" before wrapping his lips around the skin, suckling on it softly. "You're welcome, Dart... I'll give you anything you want if I can." She kept a very soft hold on his head, keeping him against the breast as the suckling started to spread warmth through her body steadily. The machine only knew one suction strength, and didn't have the warmth of Dart's mouth, lips, or tongue. The first few draws on her skin yielded a gasp, and a moan that she had not uttered in what seemed like years. Dart seemed to be in his own world; the act of slowly teasing and coaxing milk out of Donna's breast seemed to be helping fill the gaps of his past, as well as filling his desire to give Donna pleasure in the present. Upon hearing her moans, he started tracing his tongue against her nipple's skin softly as his teeth clamped into the skin as tenderly as possible. The result was Donna tugging his head deeper into her breast out of pleasure. "Ah, ah, ah", kept coming from her mouth every time Dart's tender suckles drew another trickle of milk to his tongue. He slowly made his draws stronger, soon nearly making a stream of milk to fill his stomach. In a breathless gasp, she took her hands and held his head and said, "The other one, too!" as she pulled his head to the other, waiting nipple. Whether it was to even the milk flow or the pleasured tingles was beyond Dart's mind; all he knew at that moment was she loved the feeling. Drawing on the nipple, suckling it deeper into his mouth until the entire ring of pink skin was between his lips, Dart's tongue rubbed against Donna's breast between fond draws of milk out from within her. Dart was starting to get full from the milk, but didn't want to stop so long as there was more to take in; his focus was Donna. As his tongue traced softly against the perky nub seeping out milk, he wanted her to be pleased. As his hand raised to the unsuckled breast, tweaking and pumping to allow the milk to start flowing, he wished her to feel his love. As he pulled back and looked up at her pleasure-clouded eyes, he whispered, "I love you" before diving into her chest, wrapping his mouth around the nipple to give it a strong, hungry suck for milk. "Aaahhhh!" Donna let out one cry of enjoyment as she curled up around Dart, binding him to her as her pussy's insides throbbed in pleasure, warm fluids running down her legs with more heat and intensity than ever brought on by the machine. She was gasping and panting as Dart's playing slowed down, catching her breath unti she could open her eyes to see his, happy to know she reached a climax. Her hand found his cheek as she tried to compose her face into a calm smile. "Dart, that was..." He tilted into her hand with a smile of his own. "That was amazing, and tasty. And I wonder what else it was." He looked down at Donna's waist, specifically seeing the glistening liquid that was running down her thighs. Crawling down, he licked and suckled the liquid into his mouth, tasting the creamy nectar of Donna's pleasure. And god, the smells while between her legs were overwhelming. If one mess of pleasure was so good to her and nice to clean up... Dart's lips found the slit of skin, nose rubbing against Donna's clit until his lips could kiss there way to the opening to her insides. The heat radiating from it only seemed to draw Dart's lips to kiss and brush his lips across the skin, teasing Donna into squirming around, wiggling his head against her pussy at the same time. He pressed through the wiggling to open his mouth slowly, encasing Donna's pussy in it as much as possible. His tongue found her clit, bringing Donna to gasp and tighten her thighs immediately around his head. Dart started licking up and down over the stiff nub, causing Donna to gasp and spasm on the bed, curling up with cries of pleasure every time Dart's tongue went up over the clit. Dart found himself unable to breathe, only having Donna's creamy scent and her clit to lick, swirling his tongue around regardless as the sensitive tingles kept showering over Donna in violent convulsions. Her curling and slamming the bed continued for at least a minute, unable to stop pinning Dart's willing tongue to her clit as it pushed her sensitive body over the edge in pleasure. Her cries were drowned by the storm outside and the grip her thighs had on Dart's ears, only echoing in her own head as she savored every second of her own personal heaven. It was only when Dart stopped licking and started shaking his head that she could let go, tugging him up against her in a bone breaking hug as he lie on her, panting. "I love you, Dart!" Despite the heavy breathing after being cut off form air, Dart managed to gasp out, "I love you, too" before being rolled onto his back. Donna's lips kissed at his face lavishly, waiting until his breathing calmed again to take her lips with his, hands stroking over his body as his own arms wrapped around hers. She pulled back, though, and straigtened herself over his waist, dropping down slowly to rub her pussy over his dick, pressing her hole into his levelled erection. Her pink lips widened as she stroked his dick around, grinding and enjoying the different pleasure, humming out as Dart gasped. "Do you want to be inside me, darling?" Dart's nod came only with more gasps as Donna kept sliding back and forth, soaked pussy making it easy to slide around over his dick. She pulled back and held it straight up, seeing just over seven inc hes of skin waiting for her to take in. She kissed it and crawled up his body, keeping it straight with one hand and sliding very slowly over it, wrapping it up in her drenched insides. Dart's gasps became quiet groans as she took a second of circling her waist around over his to get used to being in him before starting to rise and fall on him, bouncing slowly and smoothly. Dart's eyes fluttered before catching her chest, caught up in her enormous breasts bouncing and flailing from her ride on him. Caught up in her own pleasure, though, Donna grabbed one breast in each hand and started fondling, milk seeping out with each firm grasp of her chest. Dart's hands lowered to her waist, grabbing the sides to help bring her down firmer as he thrusted up, moaning as audibly as Donna and already caught up in the sheer pleasure of gliding in and out of her pussy with every bounce she made. Dart's assistance in thrusting only added to her need to please, wanting to feel him reach his peak within her. Her moans turned to cries, which turned to repeating "Cum in me!" Her presses on him gained in their need and desire for him to fill her up, waists slapping together every time they thrusted against each other. Dart's own gasps of pleasure started turning into "I, I, I—", unable to full out his I love you and I want to. All he could do was grow more and more addicted to pushing up into Donna's waiting pussy, gripping her waist harder in pure, loving desire. Soon Donna's need for pleasure brought her to grab Dart's hands and tug him into her, holding his head against her breast for him to suck again before taking the other and holding it to her own lips, the pleasure of milk flowing through her merging with the fire between her legs. She was whimpering in pleasure, trapped in what was happening to her own body; she needed to cum again. All the time being teased from a gallons' suckles was finally being followed up by Dart's willingness to make her moan into her own breast as she kept dropping down on him, drenching his waist in pleasure with every passing second. Dart wasn't able to cum yet; he was sliding in too smooth and slick for his dick to get tugged properly. All he could do was keep sucking on her breast where he was held, caught up in giving Donna what she wanted as he kept pushing up into her soaking pussy. The sucking soon pushed Donna over the edge; her pussy constricted around Dart's dick and she was soon caught in an orgasm again, hugging Dart tight and crying out in pure bliss. The grip on his dick caught Dart's feelings, breaking his grip from her nipple as he buried his face in her breast, moaning loudly as her hot fluids gushed down over his dick and waist. Once again overly sensitive but unwilling to leave Dart unpleased, Donna hugged him tight and tensed the muscles in her pussy the best she could, soon rewarded with the throbbing inside her. Dart instantly melted within her arms, pleasure squirting out to mix with Donna's every pulse. The two sat panting in each others' arms, merged together in pleasure, sweat, and affection before rolling very gently onto her back, taking Dart with him and whispering sweet endearments with every movement until his breathing calmed again. She stroked through his hair as the fatigue of work and sating Donna drained as quickly as the pleasure that seeped around inside her. He finally found himself able to whisper out "I love you", earning a gentle squeeze against her comfortable body that sent him off to sleep with a lullaby of Donna's heartbeat and the slowing rain. Donna was left stroking his hair, her own body yearning for rest. She couldn't help but be curious, however, if their dreams would merge again and their bond continue even in sleep, or how well Dart could handle being among no other humans... If she had her way, however, he wouldn't have to worry. She was there to watch over him.