4 comments/ 40127 views/ 11 favorites One Good Deed By: Sliverlady Bridget pulled her hair back out of her face, allowing the cool air to blow across the nape of her neck as she walked down the road. It had been a long day of classes and she was looking forward to the weekend. Lost in thought about her plans for the weekend she was startled out of her reverie by a soft mewl of pain. Looking around she located the source of the sound; a large cat lay on its side on the pavement. In the rapidly fading twilight she could make out a bloody patch along the cat’s side. Blood and dirt had matted its black fur, making it hard to discern where the fur started and the wound ended. The cat lay still, its only movement the slow rise and fall of its breathing. Bridget pulled her sweatshirt out of her bag and kneeled next to the injured animal. Gently she wrapped the sweatshirt around the prone form and picked it up. The cat hissed at her, its light colored eyes blinking in the dim lighting, but made no move to escape. Murmuring quietly to the injured animal she made her way home. Once at her apartment Bridget laid the cat on her table, still wrapped in the sweatshirt, and went in hunt of first aid supplies. Gathering up towels, a box, a washcloth, soap, warm water and bandages she returned to the kitchen. The cat lay where she had left him, his eyes open and watching her warily as she approached. Carefully unwrapping the sweatshirt she went to work cleaning the cat’s side. Fifteen minutes later she had removed all of the matted blood and dirt from the cat’s side. A deep wound ran from just behind his left shoulder diagonally across his belly. It looked almost as though someone had deliberately hurt him and left him for dead. After bandaging the wound with tape and gauze she put the towels in the box and transferred the cat to it. The cat, which had been stoically enduring all this treatment, closed his eyes and seemed to drift off to sleep. Satisfied that he was comfortable Bridget turned out the lights and went to bed. ****** Darius lay quietly in the box the young woman had provided for him. A couple hours had passed since she had brought him to her home. His kind healed fast and the wound on his side had almost completely closed. Climbing out of the box his form shimmered and changed into that of a man. He quickly explored the young woman’s apartment. A quick glance at her mail revealed that her name was Bridget and she apparently lived alone. He grinned wickedly. The name suited her, brown hair streaked with fire and vivid green eyes that sparked with emotion. Although some would have considered her overweight, he loved her voluptuous curves and soft body, what he had seen of it anyway. His mind made up, he turned and padded softly into her bedroom. He hoped she slept naked. ****** Bridget woke with a start as the bed shifted, the covers falling to her waist revealing her pale breasts. Blinking awake she sat up and starred in disbelief at the man on her bed. Thick black hair draped around his face as he crept towards her on all fours. Sliver blue eyes met hers as he approached. “Who, what?” “Shhh.” He whispered leaning forward and gently pressing her back onto the bed, his hot breath tickling her face. He was curious to see if she wore anything at all underneath the blankets. Darius purred with pleasure, her sweet and musky scent filling his nostrils. He was going to enjoy this. Leaning forward he captured her lips with his own. Bridget felt a shockwave go through her when his lips touched hers. Her lips tingled as pleasure washed over her. He was nibbling on her lower lip, gently scrapping his teeth along her sensitive flesh. His tongue swept across her mouth seeking entry. Unbidden she opened her mouth to him and was rewarded with a loud purr. His tongue deftly stroked into her mouth, tasting her Gently he broke the kiss and starred down at her. Her lips were swollen and red, her face delightfully flushed. Slowly she opened her eyes and met the catlike grin of the man above her. “Who are you?” She whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. Dropping his head down he murmured a reply, “Darius”. His tongue teased the outer shell of her ear, his warm breath tickling the fine hairs on her neck. Bridget whimpered in pleasure. He slowly began kissing his way down her neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. His hands roamed across her stomach, gently stroking and stopping just short of her breasts. Lifting his head Darius looked down at her. “Do you wish me to stop?” “No.” Darius groaned in response and lowered his head to her breasts, wrapping an arm about her waist. He kissed his way down the valley between her breasts as his hand gently pinched her nipple. Bridget’s whimpers escalated at the sensations bombarding her, the tickle of his long hair, the rasp of his tongue, the heat of his mouth. Her nipples were puckered into tight buds, craving his attention. As if in answer to her unspoken desires his mouth moved to her nipple, sucking and rolling his tongue around the tender bud. Bridget cried out in response, clutching at his body. Her nails raked across his body, inadvertently hitting the still healing wound on his side. Darius hissed in pain and raised his head. She stared at him in shock, realization quickly dawning. “You, you’re…you’re the cat?” “I am not just a cat.” He said flashing her a roguish smile and trailing his hand down her belly. His hope that she was naked confirmed as his hand lightly stroked the curls at the apex of her thighs before delving into the slick heat. He stroked along her length, his fingers finally landing on her clit before dancing back down. He gently inserted one finger inside her causing her to cry out in pleasure as he stroked her G spot. Deftly Darius moved down her body, forcing her thighs wider so that he could taste her sweet honey. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his hands on her. When his mouth joined his hand she thought she would go insane. His tongue licked all around her opening before he started sucking and nibbling on her clit. His finger began to thrust faster, rubbing her G spot on every thrust. He quickly increased the tempo of his actions, taking Bridget to the peak of pleasure. She screamed as she came, her sudden climax overtaking her. He continued to lap at her, drinking up her juices as she came. Quickly he moved up her body and she could feel the head of his shaft at her entrance. “Open your eyes,” he whispered, “I want to look into them as I take you.” Unable to resist the temptation she opened her eyes and met his. The silver blue depths were blazing with unspent passion. Slowly he began to push into her. The juices from her climax eased his penetration but she was still very tight. Darius was unable to control a feral growl as he thrust inside her. Her sheath surrounded him with its intense velvet heat as he sank into her inch by inch. Unable to hold back any longer he thrust fully inside her, shuddering at the immense pleasure of feeling her body cradle him deep inside. He lay still as her body slowly acclimated to his size. Bridget gasped; she had never felt so stretched in all her life. It was almost painful, but at the same time highly erotic. She moaned as he began to slowly move inside her, withdrawing a little and thrusting back in. His thrusts were slow and leisurely. It felt wonderful but soon it was not enough. “Harder, please!” She gasped. In response he purred and quickly increased his speed thrusting harder and faster inside her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming at the sensations he was causing deep inside her. He leaned forward until she could feel his panting breath on her ear. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you, feel you come.” Darius growled in pleasure when she screamed. He leaned forward and captured her mouth in his. He swept his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock in her pussy. He felt her body start to quiver as her second orgasm overtook her and screamed his name. His thrust deep inside her one last time, savoring the sensations as she climaxed. The feeling of her pussy milking his cock pushed him over the edge and he gave a hoarse shout as he came, spilling his seed deep inside her. Bridget lay still unable to move. She had never felt so good in all her life, or so replete. She felt Darius slowly lift himself off of her and roll them both to the side, bodies still joined. She heard him purring and smiled. Drowsily she opened her eyes and looked at him. As if feeling her gaze he opened his eyes. “Is this a dream?” she whispered huskily. “No, but if you like I can convince of just how real I am in the morning.” He grinned salaciously at her. Bridget smiled and closed her eyes, wondering just what the morning would bring. One Good Deed Deserves Another Dan and Tina were neighbors living in the same apartment building. Even though they had lived on the same floor for the past year they had never really had the chance to get to know each other. Tina was the kind of woman you wouldn’t necessarily notice in a crowd. She was short and round with a cuddly disposition. She had golden honey blonde hair and wore round gold rimmed glasses. She was always smiling. For the lucky suitors who took the time to get to know Tina they found a very appealing person with a very bubbly personality. One such person was Dan - He was a former New Englander creeping up on his fifth decade of life. Tall and somewhat lumbering he sometimes reminded strangers of their favorite uncle. He had sandy brown hair with streaks of gray, warm hazel eyes and boyish dimples that came to life with each jolly smile. Dan was kind and generous. He always took the time to help his fellow tenants and lent a hand whenever an occasion would arise. Such an occasion was how he had finally met Tina. Dan was in his favorite blue recliner watching football on a Sunday afternoon. He had just cracked open a cold beer and a bag of chips when he noticed Tina struggling to stretch her short arms around the box of her new TV. He was wondering how she was going to manage to drag it to her second floor apartment all by herself. He quickly slipped on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and raced down to the parking lot to offer his assistance. Tina greeted him with a warm smile and a sigh of relief as she graciously accepted his offer and ran ahead of him to open the doors as he hauled the awkward box up to her apartment. By the time Dan had finished installing her TV, TIVO and stereo system their first date had been arranged. Tina would prepare a meal for them to share during next Sunday’s Eagles - Dallas game. She mused that if things went well she might be sharing more than a meal. As it would happen, Dan was having the same thoughts. Sunday could not come soon enough for him because Tina had suddenly become the focal point of his daily ruminations. The week had finally ended and Dan found himself relaxing in Tina’s cozy living room. They had just shared a toast at the beginning of the game clanging their chilled beers together as they snacked on tortilla chips with homemade salsa. Tina had prepared a Mexican feast .She had barbecued steak burritos warming in the oven, spicy Mexican rice, corn cakes and three cheese enchiladas. For dessert She had prepared her favorite Italian cookies with sprinkles that her grandmother used to make for her when she was young. The game and the weather both turned out to be abysmal, if you were a Dallas fan needing to drive anywhere. By the end of the Dallas trouncing 16 inches of snow had fallen with drifts covering many of the cars in the parking lot. Being from Maine Dan looked at the snow as an opportunity rather then an inconvenience. They had plenty of good food prepared lots of cold drinks and a nice cozy fire, which offset the fact that they had just lost their electricity. One drink led to many and before Tina knew it she had accepted her role as Dallas’s constantly sacked quarterback. In their version of the game every sack resulted in an article of clothing being removed or some silly task being performed. With Tina having very little clothing left to lose and suddenly feeling a bit shy after happily being sacked and rolling on the floor with Dan numerous times, she suggested they run out for a little tryst in the snow. Since they figured they wouldn’t be out long, they dressed rather light and headed out into the glistening snow. The cold air stung their cheeks and Dan immediately sacked Tina. After several minutes of laughing and rolling like teenagers in the snowy landscape they were both wet enough to highlight their body’s features. Dan’s wet jeans were bulging from the excitement he wasn’t able to hide after rolling against Tina’s rubenesque figure. She looked so sexy with the curls springing up in her wet snow filled hair outlining her beautiful face. Water droplets were sliding down her glasses, her cheeks were rosy-red and her fully erect nipples were glaring boldly at him through her soaking wet shirt. He wandered if she was just cold or had their bodies rubbing together in the frigid air aroused her as much as it had him. After about a half an hour of rolling in the snow they’re whole bodies were soaked. Their noses were bright red and their hands and feet had begun to feel numb. They both agreed they were ready to head in for some dry clothes and a warm fire. Darkness had begun to fall. So Tina, teeth chattering, quickly lit a few candles as soon as they got in the apartment. Tina and Dan were both shivering from head to toe and couldn’t wait any longer to remove their cold, wet clothing. They both raced to the fire and began rubbing their hands together for warmth. They both began peeling off their clothing and laying it in front of the fire to dry. Dan was undressing so quickly before he knew it he was down to his boxers which were tightly outlining his very swollen manhood. He looked up and caught a glimpse of Tina’s beautifully curved body. Her skin was all bright pink from the cold and she was wearing nothing but her black satin bra and matching panties. Both of which were glued to her body outlining every delectable inch they were trying to hide. Tina looked up and caught Dan staring at her. She suddenly felt her face flush and her hard nipples began to tingle sending waves of electricity through her body. Tina knew Dan must be at least fifteen years older then her. She was shocked at how hairy his chest was all the way down to the top of his boxers and was amazed at the package anxious to escape from behind it’s damp covering. The gentle look she saw in Dan’s eyes made her feel so comfortable. On impulse she leaned over and placed her cold hands on his hairy nipples, stood on her tip toes and gently pressed her soft pink lips against his. She felt a rush through her body as his mustache gently tickled her nose. She tenderly rubbed her thumbs in circles over his hard nipples and then gently began nibbling on them. Dan was fully erect and had pre cum dripping in his already wet boxers. He reached up and wrapped his long arms around her warm, plump body and pulled her tight against his chest as he began hungrily tasting her lips and sliding his tongue deep inside of her mouth and rolling his tongue with hers. He traced his fingers along the back of her neck. The fire crackled romantically in the background as the shadows of their now entwined bodies danced on the wall. Dan took a free hand and finally removed his boxers. As they fell to the floor his thick throbbing cock sprung out against Tina’s soft body. She felt a rush as his sticky liquid slid across her belly. Still hungrily devouring her sweet full lips he reached around and unhooked her bra. He could feel his heart racing and his hands shook with excitement. He slowly slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and watched her voluptuous breasts fall as her bra hit the floor. He let out a moan and immediately brought his hands up to feel her soft flesh. He kneaded her delicate tissue in his now very warm hands. Outlining her light pinkish brown areolas with his thumbs and teasing her as her lightly brushed against her throbbing nipples. Tina looked up at Dan and their hazel eyes locked. The flicker of light from the fire danced on her glasses. The only sounds were their deep heavy breathing, their hearts thumping and the crackle of burning wood. Dan grabbed a tan afghan off of the couch and spread it in front of the fire. He dropped to his knees and gently pulled Tina down towards him. Her curvaceous body had him yearning to explore every inch. He carefully guided her to the floor as the shadows from the candles danced on the walls. He tenderly kissed her lips and began sliding down her neck leaving a trail of soft kisses across her shoulders and then down her arms. He gently sucked on the tip of each and every finger. Tina’s body was aching for Dan to bring his kisses down to her now soaking wet, swollen flower petals. She was slowly rubbing her hands all over his hairy body as he satisfied his curiosity and explored every inch of her. Dan worked his way back to her full breasts and began flicking his tongue teasingly on her tender nipples, back and forth from one to the other and rolling the opposite between his thumb and fingers. She couldn’t believe she was already having her first orgasm. Dan felt Tina’s body tense as she let out a purr and immediately began sliding his hands over her soft belly down around her curvy hips as he kissed her naval. He slowly traced his hands up and down the inside of her thighs teasing as he slid his fingers across lightly hairy bush. He could feel her wetness and had to explore it for himself. He put his hands between her legs and spread them wide open. Tina instantly lifted her ass up in the air putting her dripping cunt right under his tongue. Dan excitedly dove right in flicking his tongue on her clit. His swollen cock throbbed harder as he got his first taste of her sweet juice. He quickly ran his tongue up and down from her clit to her ass slurping up every warm drop. Tina gasped and squirmed as she felt his tongue slide into her tight ass. She had never had that experience before and wanted more. Dan slid three fingers deep inside of her tight pussy and started searching for her sweet spot. She moaned excitedly as he found the perfect spot and he could feel her contracting her muscles around his fingers. He was grunting with pleasure as he continued to devour her sweet juice. Tina’s body shook as she exploded into her second orgasm. She clamped her legs shut around his hands unable to allow him to touch her throbbing pink flower petals any longer. Dan slid his hand out from between her legs. Tina sat up felling her creamy liquid pouring out of her pussy and sliding down towards her sweet round ass. She climbed up and straddled herself over Dan’s long body her heaving breasts brushed against his hairy chest causing her nipples to harden again. Dan’s cock was pulsing so hard now. She took the head of his shaft that was covered with pearly drops and rolled it against her hard nipples. She then bent down grasping his cock with both hands and squeezing more of his pre cum out as she flicked her tongue licking up every drop. Tina had begun sliding her tongue up and down his shaft massaging his hairy balls with one hand and the other working on the base of his stiff rod. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her sweet pink lips tight around the head of his cock sliding it deep into her mouth sucking furiously as she massaged his manliness. Dan was squirming with pleasure and moaning rocking his ass up and down as he moved his big dick in and out of her mouth. Tina’s body was on fire; she was ready to feel him deep inside of her cunt. She released his cock and reached up to kiss his sweet lips and pressed her full breasts against his bare skin. Their nipples rubbing together. Electric shocks were running through both of their bodies as she again spread her legs wide, straddled his body and pushed her warm, wet pussy down over his cock thrusting him deep inside of her tight hole. Dan was now able to finally feel the true depth of the sweet pussy that he had so hungrily explored with his fingers and tongue. Tina rocked hard on top of Dan her clit screaming with excitement every time their bodies slammed together. Dan stretched his long arms out tightly grasping her ass to push himself deeper into her warm, wet pussy that she was squeezing tight around his cock. Tina’s breasts were heaving with each deep breath she took. She let out a scream of pleasure just as Dan was letting out a deep moan. They exploded together. Cum dripping from her swollen cunt. She laid her head against his chest, beads of sweat from their bodies running together. She gently rubbed her body against his until his now soft cock slid from her body and their combined juices continued to run from her body down to her ass. Dan and Tina both starry eyed kissed gently and intertwined their bodies collapsing in front of the glowing fire. They both fell asleep exhausted. Tina awoke the next morning and a feeling of warmth rushed though her as she felt Dan’s long arms still wrapped around her. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. She could feel his deep steady breathing on her neck. She wiggled in a little closer and closed her eyes. Never wanting to leave this special place. Thanks for reading. We truly hope you enjoyed the story. We are both new to submitting stories. This is only our second submission. We would really appreciate some feedback. So if you have a moment please drop us a line. Thanks! Soulmates811 One Good Deed Deserves Another The sun is trying to burn a hole through the thick fog that has descended over the city. Even in the midst of summer, these strange quarks of nature can roll in from the Pacific Ocean anytime. I glad that I not trying to drive my big rig around today. I had to park my car further away from the Post Office than I expected too. Walking back to the car, I approached the bus stop shelter, I saw a lady sitting on the seat waiting for the bus. She had both of her forearms supporting her massive breasts from underneath. There are tears rolling down her cheeks as she holds up the weight of both tits. I stop beside her and say to her, "Are you OK. Can I help in anyway." "No, I not OK, I been waiting here for a fucking bus for well over three quarter's of an hour now. I need to get home real soon because if my condition." "I'm not going to make excuses about the buses running late, but it may be due to this dam fog, its very heavy and it has slowed the traffic down a lot. If you like I can run you home, my car just up the road a bit near the Bookshop." Looking at me with some contempt for a moment, I noticed that she lifted her forearms slightly. She glances down to her large swollen breasts, then looks me in the eyes, "I sorry about the way I answered you, I been waiting a while now, I live at Harristown. If it's not out of your way, I could do with some help to get home as quickly as I can." "Where in Harristown do you live?" "Do you know where Golan Drive is?" "What end do you live, my house is at the western end, number 265." "Did you say 265." "Yes, the house painted a sand colour with dark green trim." "I know the house, now I know you, you rebuilt an old truck in your driveway about two years ago." "You got me in one, I like thing old, she was made to last that old girl, all the boys at work like to sit in it. As they say, she got character, and has a look all of it own, a look of what a truck should have these days ." "Seeing your going my way, and I'm in need of getting home as quickly as I can, can you please drive me and I will be happy to pay you some fuel money." "You don't need to pay, as we live in the same street, I need to apologise to you." "What for." "I should have introduce my self sooner, I'm Mack Carter." "Happy yo meet you Mack Carter, my name is Anne Gilmore." With that, she drops her right hand and holds it out to me. I take hold and shake it gently and say, "I am like wise happy to meet you Anne Gilmore," still holding her hand, gently pull on her hand and continue to say, "Now lets get you home." With that, she rises to her feet, but keeps her left arm under her tits. As we walk to my car I look her over from the side, I like what I see. She is a few years older than what I am, but what have captured my attention most of all is her tits. I never seen tits this size on a women before. Trust me, in my job, I have see n a lot of women as I drive around town. When we get to my car, I unlock, opens the passenger's door first to allow Anne to sit in the car and close it behind her. She rubs her hand over the leather covered front bench seat and waits for me to unlock my door and sit beside her. I notice her looking over the dashboard, and she looks at me and asks, "How old is this car of yours." "It's a 1957, Studebaker Golden Hawk, it was my fathers, he got it brand new from the Motor Dealer, when he passed away, he left it to me, I restored it also. I love this car, big V8 under the bonnet that roars out the twin exhaust pipes when the gas pedal floored. You should see the envious looks I get from the young bucks around town." "Why that's." "When I get stopped at traffic lights, young and old ladies alike cast a loving eye over my Precious, that what I called the car." "I can remember as a child, dad had a car like this, but it was a Plymouth though, these old cars look heaps better than the new stuff they make today." "Holla Lu yah, there is some one other than myself who thinks the same way as I do." Putting the key into the ignition switch, I fire up the brute of an engine. To hear the deep throb of the eight cylinders burbling from the exhaust pipes as they echo of the walls of the building around us. I have fitted the car with seatbelts and reach over to fasten Anne belt. With a smile on her face, "God, you can feel the power of the engine through this seat." "You want too, it 470 cubic inches of shear grunt, a big Holly four barrel carbie sits on top of it." Putting the old girl into "D" the moves a little, releasing the handbrake, I pull out from the gutter. As we slowly make our way to the highway to Harristown, Anne has become quite chatty. Telling how she watched the progress, I made with the truck and one day it was gone. A week later its back, freshly painted. Then she goes quiet; looking towards her, I see she has again placed both her forearms under her breasts. Tears stream down face; reaching into my shirt pocket, I take hold of my handkerchief and hand it to her. She looks down to her tits and said, "I had hoped to be home by this time, and god this is so embarrassing for me." "I'm not embarrassed about you crying, its what we all do some time or other." "That not what I mean, I, I don't how to say it." "Say what." "It about my condition, this is the first time I been caught away from home. It that I need to, O, hell, how do I tell you?" "I'm the sort of a person that you come straight out and say what needed to be said." "That just the point, that why it's so embarrassing for me to tell you my problem." "What ever it is, it won't go outside this car or ever be spoken by me to anyone at all, whoever they may be. That is the type of a person I am, what said to me in confidence, remains confidential. I just am trying to help you." "you're only the other person beside my doctor who knows now." Pointing down to the end of her breasts with her right hand, "This is my big problem and your handkerchief won't be any help to me at all when see what I mean." Looking to where she is pointing, I see a large wet area has formed on the dark blue material of her button up blouse. Clearly, I see the white fluid ooze out, trying to form a drop before it seeps back into the fabric of the blouse. Looking into her eyes, I ask, "what causing that to happen." With a look of disbelief on her face, Anne shakes her head before saying, "Don't you have any idea where it comes from and what its call." "It's coming from your breasts." "That right, it breast milk, do you know how women get to produce milk." "No, Dad told me some things, but he never mention anything on how this happens." "Did your mother tell you anything." 'No, she died giving birth to me, Dad and his sister raised me. When I was about five, Aunty Margaret got married and mover interstate. Dad used to drive trucks himself and being a religious person that he was, I suppose that he felt awkward about telling me about women things like this." "If it does not offend you, how old are you." "I'm 28, next February, and it does not offend me." "I just turned 49 last month, my problem started when I went to my doctor for a check up about some ailment I had. He did some test and told me that I had a hormone imbalance. Gave me an injection, tablet, and patches, three weeks later these grew bigger,(pointing to her breasts) and started to ache. Another three weeks later, I started to get a fluid discharge from my nipples. Back to my doctor, he took a sample of the fluid, sent it off to be tested, came back that my breasts are starting to produce milk. Put your self in my place, 48-year-old women, who on hormone replacement therapy and wall are, her tits spring forth abundance of milk. That how it happened to me, but other women gets pregnant by their boy friends or husbands making love to then. You do know about that don't you?" "Yah, cause I do, dad did tell me about how a man places his thing into a women's you know what, that between her legs. Leaves his seed in there, it fertilize an egg and nine months later a baby is bourn, is that not correct Anne." "Is that all your father told you about how we reproduce." "Yes, what else is there to know." "Hells of a lot more than you know now Mack, have you done anything remotely like that with a women before." "No, the opportunity never come along, and I not found anybody I comfortable with to want to do it. I feel uncomfortable around women, I think it from not having a mother around me when I was growing up." "Are you uncomfortable with me in your car, sitting beside you as we are now. Me telling you about my medical problem with the way my breasts are." "No surprisingly, I am very relaxed having you ride in my car. I am comfortable about you explaining what has happened to you. I don't know how I would react if I if I was placed in your position. Thinking about it, I would not be game to leave the safety of home myself." "That the way I felt the first weeks after the milk flowing freely, stayed indoors, expressing milk hourly from my tits, trying to relieve the pressure." "What did your doctor do." "He said that I could try by not using the patches for a few months to see what happen. If that fails, stop taking the tablets. I did as he said, nothing worked, and he called me in for another medical examination. It was the injection that was to blame for my condition, it can not be reversed, so I stuck with it for the rest of my life." With all our talking, I pull up in front to Anne house, with a smile she asks, "Would you like to come in for a coffee." "What would your husband say if he found out that you had another man in here." "First of all, I not married, secondly I am divorced and thirdly I don't have a man in my life at this time, who would want me the way I am now. An ugly old bad with big sagging tits filled with milk, who in their right mind would want me this way, it does not make me look sexy at all." "I know that I not been around any women so far in my life, to me, I think you are a very beautiful women, I very much like the way your breasts are and I like their size. If I were your boyfriend, I would not leave them alone at all. You would have a hard time trying to keep me away from them." "What would you do to them if you were my partner." "Kiss then, hold them, hug and kiss you, what ever you like me to do, sorry, I should not have said that to you." "Why did you say that Mack." "what Anne." "you know, being sorry." "Dad would not approve of what I just said to you." "Mack, your father not with us, your with me, I asked you what you would do if you were my partner, didn't I." "Yes, but, dad taught me to never talk like that in front of women." "Look here Mack, I like you, I like the person that you are, you did not offend me with what you said. I asked a question and you answered it, so what's the fucking problem." I look at Anne with wide opened eyes as to her last comment. "I suppose there no problem." "OK, do you want a coffee or not. Sorry again, I love to have you come in, to have your company for a while, if you want to." Thinking for a moment and smiling back to her, "I like to have a cuppa coffee with you Anne Gilmore. If I ask anymore stupid questions, you got my permission to dong me on the head." "There is never a stupid question asked, it only stupid when the question is never asked at all." "Who said that." "My father said it to me when I started attending high School." "Sounds like to me that your father was a very wise man." "He certainly was, I need to get inside now and you need a cup of coffee for putting up with me." I get out and walk around to open Anne door, holding out my hand, help her out of the car, locking the door behind her. She opens the heavy timber front door, pushes it fully open and walks in with me close behind. I look around and see that the layout of Anne house is the same as mine. "Anne, the layout of your house is exactly as mine, just the shape of the front wall is different." "Really, I thought that my house was a one only design." "I had the same thought myself." We walk down the long hallway to the kitchen, I look in amazement, and she has the very same cupboards in the same colour as what mine are. They are in exactly same position in my own place, it like my house, just the front different. "Where do you want to sit Mack, here or in the lounge room?" "Where ever its more comfortable for you." "In the lounge room I find it more comfortable for me, that where I have the pump." "You have a pump in your lounge room." "I don't know what sort of a pump your talking about, it's a breast pump is what I was referring too. It a vacuum pump with a plastic suction bell on a plastic hose that fastens into a glass jar, the hose from the pump attaches to another connection on the same jar. The bell fits over the nipple, the suction draws the milk out and it collects in the jar." "What do you do with the milk after it collected into the jar." "I place it in sterilize containers, and take then to the Hospital, it is given to premature babies, who mothers can not produce milk them selves. I am what you call a wet nurse now, and they needing some straight away. They had a taxi come, pick me up, and deliver it. While I was there, I got the doctor to check things over. With the bus being so late this morning and not having a chance to express any out from my tits before I left here. That why when you walked passed I was getting very pissed off, not with you, but from too much milk in here. The weight and the pressure of the milk inside makes it very uncomfortable, if left for too long it hurts like all shit. Give me your hand and you can feel how hard and heavy they are." "I don't think I should touch your, your thingies like that, we not girlfriend or boyfriend, are we." "If I did not want for you to feel them, I would have not asked for your hand. So, shut up give me your hand so you know what it feel like to have swollen milk filled tits." With that, I move to Anne, give her my right hand and place it on her left tit. God it hard, hot and wet, she gently squeezes my hand into her breast. By her doing this with my hand, a trickle of milk runs along my fingers and drips onto the floor. I have never felt anything as lovely like this before, my cock starts to tingle, elongate, and push out the front of my shorts. After a few moments, she grabs my right hand and places it oh the other breast. With a smile and a nod of her to give me approval to do the same to it as I am doing the other. I placed his hand on my tit; he got big but soft hands, he touch is firm but gentle. Without thinking, I get him squeeze it, and I can feel the flow of milk increase from my nipple. I am lost in the great feeling of having him hold my tits like this. Hell, I need to sit down and take the strain off my back, so reluctantly remove his hands from both tits. Looking into his boyish face, I say to him, "I need to sit down for a while, come into the lounge with me where we can be a dit more relaxed. Did you like the way my tits felt in your hands and would you like to feel them a bit more." "They felt so wonderful, I think I like that." With that, we head into the lounge room, sit down on the settee. I can see the breast pump on the small table beside the settee. Reaching out with the left hand, I again place it back on her tit. Begin to apply gently pressure to her breast; I am reward by an increases flow, yet again. Taking hold of my hand Anne pulls it away and says, "I going to remove my blouse and bra as they are saturated. Have you seen or looked at women breasts yet." "No, the odd one in magazine sometime." "I want to show you mine, you promise that you will keep what ever we do in here strictly to yourself." 'Yes, I give you my word." With that, Anne leans forward and starts to undo the buttons on her blouse. When she finishes, she pulls it off and along her arms, than allowing it to fall the floor at her feet. She is sitting there with a strong bra holding her massive breast up and out from her body. There are two holes about six inches across in the middle of the cup. Her large dark brown nipples are poked through them and a stream of milk dribbling from both of them. Reaching behind her back, she is fumbling with the hocks holding the bra together. I hear the ping of the last hock to and the bra tumbles off her shoulders and along her arms to the elbows. She discards the bra and it joins the blouse on the floor. "Well, what do you think of my ugly big tits now that you can see them for what they really are." "Anne, no matter what you say about them, to me they are the most beautiful thing I very seen." "You're only saying that because they are the first set of tits you seen." "That maybe so, I glade that you showed them to me, I want to feel them again." "Go ahead and feel them all you like." Turning around more towards her, I slide my hands under both of her tits; gently lift to feel their great weight. They spill over the sides of my broad hands, slowly sliding my hands out from under then and take hold of the nipples again. Anne leans back in the settee, closes her eyes, and has a smile on her face. Playing and gently squeezing the nipples, I watch in fascination as multiple streams of milk squirt out pressure. The more I do this; Anne starts to squirm and grinding her pelvis into the cushion. After five minutes, Anne grabs my hands, look me in the eyes and says, "I was thinking, that you might want to taste my milk." "I never tasted breast milk before, what does it taste like." "A lot sweeter than cows milk, their no cream in it and it's even nicer when it's suckled straight from the breast." She brings her right hand to the side of my face and slowly strokes it in a warm loving way. "Please, I like you to nurse, no I want you to nurse from my tit, I have this wanting inside of me, a mother type of a feeling, that is, for you to drain them. I cannot explain the way I feel at this moment." "I afraid that I may not like it." "Don't be afraid, I help and tell you how to suck properly so the milk flows freely for you. Bring your head down here, open you mouth and let the nipple slip in. That's the boy, open and close your mouth slightly all the while you are sucking. Now you got the routine working, do you like the taste of my milk." Nodding my head a few times without disengaging from her teat, I swallow as quickly as I can. A lot of milk is flowing into the confines of my mouth and do not want to lose any of this precious liquid. Within in five minutes I have drained her left breast, let the nipple slip out from my mouth, it makes a pop sound. Sitting up, I look hungrily at her right tit, milk weeping from it nipple. Holding her right tit up towards my mouth, I lean down sucking its nipple into my hungry mouth. While I suck on the second tit, Anne starts to grunt and yells out, "Yes baby, suck harder, god I'm cumming, Augghhhhhh!!!!!!." Having drained both of her tits, I sit up and Anne throws her arms around me and says, "I needed that, you a natural tit milk sucker, aren't you." "I don't know, it's the first time for me and I love the taste of your milk. I suppose this will be the only time you will let me do this." "Hell no, if you want to make this a daily routine, call in on your way home from work. I beginning to like your company and I want to get to know you a lot better." "I want to see more of you myself, I like that too." With that, I kiss Anne passionately on the lips. After six months, I , moved in with Anne and rented out my house. We stayed together for fifteen years, I came home one afternoon and found Anne laying on the lounge. She was not breathing, the doctor said that she had a heart attack. I greve that she passed away by her self, without me being beside her and her tits never did dried up. I must have drunk gallons of her milk and lover drop of it. I hope to find another lady one day who will want to breast-feed me the same as Anna. One Good Deed Deserves Another Kyle stood outside the door, nervous about why his teacher, Mrs. Lovewell, wanted to see him. He was a well behaved student and scored well on his exams. He couldn't think of any reason why he would be asked to stay after school. He took a deep breath, turned the corner and knocked on the door. "Come in," Mrs. Lovewell said. Kyle entered the classroom and sat down at the desk closest to her. He crossed and uncrossed his feet nervously as he looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with his teacher. "Don't worry, Kyle. You aren't in any trouble. I just have a small matter I'd like to discuss with you." "Uhhh, o-ok," Kyle muttered. Mrs. Lovewell set down her pen and looked over at her student. She glanced at his feet and then his nervous eyes. She held back a grin and clasped her hands together. "Relax, Kyle." He took a deep breath and looked up at her. Mrs. Lovewell was an attractive woman. Kyle guessed her to be in her late thirties. It was obvious she spent time working out as her body was in excellent shape. She didn't dress to show it off, but she knew how to look good and professional at the same time. Today she had on a knee-length red skirt that came to her knees and a white blouse with the top two buttons left open. Kyle had been trying to guess her cup size all year but she never wore anything which would lend a clue. Mrs. Lovewell slid her fingers over her wedding ring and looked over at Kyle. "Kyle, I've been thinking for a long time about what a brilliant creative mind you have." She straightened her stack of papers. "I have an acquaintance at a literary magazine. I was hoping you would let me send your short story to her. They have a $1000 cash prize to any high school student who gets published. Not a bad thing for an 18 year-old senior heading off to college in a few months." "Wow! Mrs. Lovewell, that's awesome!" Kyle was smiling like a cat at a mouse farm. Mrs. Lovewell smiled back and looked over at him. Kyle was roughly 5'10" she figured, because he was quite a bit taller than she was at 5'4". And she guessed his weight to be about 170 pounds. He kept his blonde hair long, which she liked. She had always found long hair sexy on a guy. It made her wish her husband was 25 again. "There are a few entry forms to fill out." She slides a manila folder across her desk to him, which he picks up and slides into his book bag. "Thanks, Mrs. Lovewell. Is there anything else you need me for?" Mrs. Lovewell bit her lip, not wanting to grin too widely or blurt out an answer right away. She looked down at her hands and then back up at Kyle. "Yes there is, Kyle. I'm doing you a big favor. Now I need one from you." Her voice almost stammered, but she regained her composure got the words out nice and clear. She felt the butterflies in stomach beginning to flutter even faster. "Sure, Mrs. Lovewell. You mean helping read essays or something?" She almost laughed at the suggestion. "No, Kyle. Something much better." She leaned forward and looked right into his eyes. "Kyle, I want you to fuck me." His mouth fell open. Clearly he had to be dreaming and would wake up any second now. He tried to look at her but couldn't bring himself to make eye contact. All he could do was tap his fingers on his desk. "Kyle, look at me," she said softly. When he didn't she repeated the statement more sternly. He looked at her. She could tell he was stunned by her request. He looked nervous and she couldn't blame him. She never made an offer like this to a student before. She was nervous too. "Kyle, I am arranging for you to receive a check for $1000. So, in return for that you are going to fuck me right here on my desk." "But... you're married. I can't..." She interrupted him. "Kyle, I selected you for a reason. Blonde hair, green eyes, just about six feet tall; you are the closest thing this high school has to my husband." He looked at her blankly. "You may have the best creative mind in this school, Kyle, but you are so goddamn dense. My husband can't get me pregnant, so you are going to do it. Now get over here and show me that cock!" Kyle swallowed hard and walked over to his teacher's side of the desk. She smiled as she watched him walk. When he was standing beside her, she reached out and undid his pants. As soon as she had them down, she knew his cock was much larger than her husband's. Her eyes widened and she slid her hands over it, coaxing it to total hardness. Now that his cock was standing at attention, she dropped to her knees and slowly slipped her mouth over it. She began by licking his shaft slowly up and down. She could hear his breathing changing, so she changed her method and pace of licking and sucking. The head of his cock went into her mouth next. She sucked on it softly, stroking his dick as she did. After getting her mouth warmed up and ready for action, she began taking it into her mouth. Kyle was very impressive, she couldn't wait to have it inside her, but it was going to be down her throat first. It had been a long time since she was challenged giving a blowjob, but she was determined to deepthroat his cock. After nearly five minutes, she was able to do it. She smiled, feeling very proud of herself. Mrs. Lovewell stood up, ready to show Kyle her good. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall from her body. Kyle looked down at her impressive chest, being held back by her Wonderbra. He didn't have to look at the Wonderbra for long. It was on the floor in a matter of moments. "36D," she whispered as she stroked his cock. "Just in case you wondered. And Kyle, you are much more impressive than my husband." She winked at him. He grinned. She stepped closer to him and lifted off his shirt. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she stood on her toes to kiss him. He kissed back, getting into it quickly. His hands slid down to her skirt, pushing it down to the floor. All she was left wearing were her red high heels and a red thong. She grinned devilishly at him and climbed onto her desk in doggie-style position. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. Kyle gave her a smack on her ass, which made her jump. Her grin got wider and she licked her lips. He slid her thong down her thighs and rubbed her very wet pussy. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, anticipating what was coming next. When his cock began to enter her, she let out a moan filled with more pleasure than she could remember having since she was in college. Kyle began fucking her faster, his cock stretching her hot, tight pussy. Her moans got louder and she began yelling out orders to him on how she wanted to be fucked. He began to wonder how she got by all these years with a husband so poorly endowed. "I want to look at you as you fuck me," she said. She turned herself over and threw her thong on the floor. Kyle re-entered her, filling her pussy with all of his length. He cupped her tits, squeezing them, his thumbs sliding over her nipples. Their eyes met and her hands moved to his face, pulling his mouth to hers. Their kiss was deep, tongues wrestling each other. His cock was thrusting in and out of her, hard and steady. She was moaning through their kisses, her nails sliding up and down his back. Kyle began nibbling on her ear, and kissing her neck. He was careful not to bite her neck, wanting to make sure the secret was kept between them. "Fuckinggodyeskyle!" she moaned as he fucked her cunt as deep as he could. "Fuck that pussy! Fill me with your cum!" "Oh God, Mrs. Lovewell!" Kyle said through his hard breathing. "You have the best pussy I ever had!" She smiled her devilish smile. "Then fill this pussy up with your cum!" She began grinding and moving her pussy to the rhythm of his cock pumping in and out of her. Her hands slid to her ass and she grabbed it hard, her nails digging into his cheeks. It was only a few thrusts after that Kyle unloaded his spunk into her. Her body shuddered with orgasm as his cum rushed into her. Their eyes locked at the moment of orgasm and they smiled at each other and kissed deeply. Kyle continued slowly sliding in and out of her until his cock went limp. "God Kyle, that was amazing," she purred as she slid her nails down his chest. "Yes it was, Mrs. Lovewell." "Let's do it again every day this week after school, just to make sure you holdup your end of the deal," she said as she rubbed her body up against his. Kyle smiled down at her and promised to be in her room ten minutes after the buses leave every day. He slowly got dressed and got ready to leave. As he turned to walk out the door she called his name. When her turned around, her thong was in the air headed towards him. He caught it, smiled at her and slipped silently out the door. Mrs. Lovewell sat down in her chair, stroked her freshly fucked pussy, rubbed her sexy flat stomach and smiled.