Yes, a new story from me. Let's just say a lot of things have happened. Whereas I've only written about celebrities in the past, this one is not. Contains: sex, futa, etc etc. Everyone is over 18. Comments and feedback are welcome. Enjoy!
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Chloe sucked deeply as a pair of arms snaked under hers and wrapped around her waist. She let out a sigh as the arms squeezed, pressing a pair of breasts into her back.
"Not here...." She managed as that pair of hands undid the buttons of her denim jacket, steadily revealing her own feminine curves.
"Why?" The voice was soft, dripping with sexual energy.
"Someone might...." Chloe's willpower was slipping away as Lana's touch reached her breasts.
"See?" Lana purred in her ear as her small hands lifted up Chloe's tremendously oversized bosom. The blonde sighed as the 10lbs of titflesh jostled, "No one's gonna see, much less hear us. Clark might, but he's with Lois in Metropolis."
Resistance crumbled away as Lana's fingers got to her oversized nipples; playfully flicking them in their cotton prison. Chloe pushed back, sending her hefty button against her brunette attacker. "Fine..."
"That's what I wanted to hear." Lana spun Chloe around to face her. They were quite the pair. Continued exposure to kryptonite, not to mention Clark's involvement, had steadily changed their bodies. Chloe morphed over the years from shy nerd to feminine sexpot; her body containing curves that would make Aphrodite jealous. Curves Lana was now exposing. The brunette didn't inherit the extreme curves of Chloe, nor her brainiac level intelligence. Instead her body filled out to a lovely degree, slightly better than Kate Upton or Lucy Pinder in Chloe's opinion. In addition, her muscle mass increased, both in size and density so that a truck was easy to lift and Chloe herself weighed no more than a feather. Then there was the cock. Oh what a cock.
For years Chloe pined for Clark, sometimes obsessively sneaking glances at his raw masculine sexuality. Despite years of unrequited love Chloe still had an insatiable lust for Clark, or more importantly, his cock.
Lana's beat it hands down. Long, thick and crisscrossed by throbbing veins, it was a mighty tool that her futanari lover used to great effect. Chloe felt her juices flow just thinking about it. She could already see its massive flaccid outline in Lana's jeans. But that was for later.
Chloe snaked out of her denim jacket, fully revealing her oversized, yet overburdened white tank top to Lana. Already two wet spots were forming where her breasts, fully tuned to her excitement, started to express themselves. She toyed with the lower seam with one hand while squeezing a tit, an M-cup perhaps, with the other.
"Thirsty?"
"Always for milk." Lana smirked, taking a step closer as Chloe steadily pulled up her increasingly damp top. Gravity held no sway as her magnificent mammaries swung into view, bouncing merrily as Chloe hopped up on the table behind her and giving Lana unfettered access to her dripping tits.
Chloe shook them, Causing small rivers of breastmilk to drip down. "They're waiting for you."
The brunette didn't hesitate, gently grasping Chloe's right breast and hefting it to her waiting lips. "Bigger." She commented as she latched on.
Chloe gasped, tightly gripping the table lip as Lana started to suck; her tongue swirling around her nipple as that small trickle picked up steam. Her mind struggled to think of a number, "It's been....days..."
Lana unlatched and smirked, milk dribbling down her chin. "Far too long."
She reattached herself and began suckling in earnest. Chloe took a free hand and wrapped it around Lana's head, pressing the head in closer while her other hand snaked to her bare, unmolested breast. She teased it; squeezing the oversized nipple and letting a spray of milk splatter to the floor before she hefted it upwards. Chloe's own lips pushed against her oversized nipple as she began to drink her own nectar. There was something about it that was, she couldn't find the right word, intoxicating? Empowering? Invigorating? It didn't matter. All Chloe knew was that the drink spiked arousal.
For several long moments the pair continued at it; draining the blonde's copious breasts until they were both satisfied. Lana pulled away first, wiping away what precious milk escaped her grasp while Chloe let her boob flop free, hitting her chest with a resounding smack.
"My turn." Chloe announced, sliding off the table and down to her knees. She pressed her face against Lana's exposed stomach, her tongue tracing the outline of her cobblestone abs as her hands tugged at the button containing Lana's prized package. They fumbled for a minute before popping the denim open and revealing a pair of constricted boxers. Chloe laughed when Lana first started wearing them, but the brunette explained their practicality and Chloe couldn't argue with how they made her cock look. Lana stepped out of the puddle her pants made as Chloe leaned back and appreciated that solid bulge that pressed out against the underwear. "Looks like I'm not the only one full."