"The Krewe Of Milky Boobs"
Chapter Two
Turns out that there were many locals that found they needed an outlet for this kind of 'entertainment'. This theater, built in the late 40's, was constructed for this very competition. It was post war, babies were booming and everything was great. The Krewe was doing very well and they needed a place to hold this contest. They built it right, too. Aside from a beautiful stage, there was plenty of back stage room, as well. This included four, well appointed dressing rooms. As one of the more experienced competitors, she got one dressing room to herself. She loved this. It was her personal space, at least for the competition, to relax and contemplate the world.
God knows, with four babies at home and one on the way, she had absolutely no time for herself. This was heaven. She loved her babies, but, she often wondered how different her life would have been, child wise, had this competition not been a part of her life. She had practically grown up here. First, with her mom and then with older sister, Opal. She knew that she would have to take a break after this year, like it or not.
As Whitney sat in here, in this dressing room, waiting for tonight's competition to start, she couldn't help but think back to the conception of her first child. It took place in this very room. Almost six years ago, it was her first opportunity to 'partake' in the Krewe's annual "Bang A Gong" party, she and her, then boyfriend, Max, snuck back here for some 'alone time'.
While the rest of the party goers were 'making merry' in the theater and surrounding rooms, they decided to sneak back here to 'plant a seed'. They had started their own little party on the dance floor. Whitney, nineteen at the time, and not yet of drinking age, had enjoyed a little whiskey with Max at his parents house before they left for the party. Not being a drinker, the little alcohol she'd had loosened her up nicely.
The night had been planned. On the dance floor, they had been rubbing up against each other and they were both ready to go. Let's face it, in this type of 'family friendly' environment, celibacy and abstinence are not the most taught practices. Whitney and Max had done the 'down and dirty' many times. Due to the nature of timing a pregnancy for the competition, they had always used precautions. Whitney had become an expert at birth control. She had learned from the best, her mother.
Birth control, in this world, didn't mean 'not' getting knocked up. It meant getting knocked up at just the right time. Whitney, fortunately, knew that her fertile cycle was this week, so the timing was perfect. With any luck, Max would fire his 'magic bullet' into her tonight. They snuck back to the dressing rooms for some privacy. They just weren't ready to conceive in such a public environment.
Once safely behind the locked door of this sanctuary, they embraced as lovers do. Standing in the middle of the room, they began dancing again to the music coming from the theater. Max could feel Whitney's hard nipples poking through the gown that she was wearing. Whitney could feel the hard cock that Max sported as they danced close to one another. Max reached down and raised her skirt to her knee. He then lifted her leg to his waist so as to make better contact with her crotch. Even though they were both fully dressed, Whitney could feel his erection rubbing against the thin material of her cocktail dress in just the right place.
She could feel her nipples poking through the lacy bra she'd worn tonight. She normally didn't like to wear a bra. She found it too constricting. Tonight was different, though, in many ways. She wanted Max to see her tits in this bra. She loved the way this bra looked on her. Her nipples peeked through the lace just right. Right now, however, her pussy was incredibly wet and she knew that the moment was right. It was time, time to make a baby. As they kissed, a deep and passionate kiss, Whitney reached for the bottom of Max's dress shirt. Without even unbuttoning his shirt, she pulled the shirt tail from his waistband and up over his head.
Max broke their kiss and moved his lips across her cheek and down to her neck. She leaned her head back and to the side to give Max the unfettered access he needed to explore this particular erogenous zone. As he sucked and nibbled his way down her neck and across her throat, his nimble fingers were unhooking the cloth buttons on the back of her gown.
When he had enough of them released, he let the gown slide off Whitneys shoulders. She dropped her arms to her side to allow the gown to slide down her arms and let gravity do what gravity does. The gown landed in a heap on the floor around her ankles.
Max lifted her up, out of the gown and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the couch a few feet away and sat her down on the arm. He kissed his way down her ample cleavage as he worked the hooks on the back of her bra. He felt the hooks release one at a time. He mentally counted the hooks as they released. When the last hook released, he felt the straps spring loose, as did she. She breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of not being strapped into that thing. Max slid the bra straps down her arms, revealing, once again, the nicest pair of tits he'd seen in his short life thus far.
For a nineteen year old, Whitney's tits were things of beauty. 36DD, perfectly shaped with just enough freckles on them to make it interesting. Her nipples were finger sized and a dark shade of pink with an even darker areola. Max loved sucking on Whitney's nipples and was really looking forward to the day when they were supplying milk for him and their kids.
He latched onto her left nipple with a fervor, using just enough tooth to make her feel it. She gasped as he suckled. Her nipple hardened even further in his mouth. He held her body erect with one hand, balancing her on the arm of the sofa, while the other hand gently kneaded the other nipple. Whitney's head fell back as she let out a mighty moan.
After a few moments of this heavenly arrangement, Max released her body and she fell backward onto the couch. They both laughed, if only for a moment. Back to serious business. Max grabbed each of her legs and put them over his shoulders. As he stood, this drew her ass back up onto the couches arm.
He knelt between her legs and moved her sopping wet thong slightly to the side so his tongue could gain access to her fragrant pussy. The full lips of her vagina caused her pussy to bloom like a blossoming rose. The layers of her womanhood were perfect in every way, at least to this lovestruck 20 year old.
As he licked her pussy, from bottom to top, side to side and circling her clit, her legs, still over his shoulders, wrapped themselves around his neck, attempting to pull his head as near her sex as she could get it. He plunged his tongue deep inside her. He felt her vaginal muscles flex and contract, begging for more contact. He felt her juices flow from her onto his nose and drip down coating her ass cheeks in a very sexy sheen.
Everything about her was begging for more. It was the right time of the month. Her body was at its height of fertility. Her body knew it. His body knew it. This would be a night to remember.
As Whitney moaned for more, Max pried her legs from around his neck and slid out of her leggy grasp. He stood and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Whitney was looking up at him with a wry smile. He knew just how to push her sexual button. He slowly unzipped his trousers. As the zipper got lower, she licked her lips.
As Max dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them, she noticed that he had gone commando tonight. She loved it when he did this. It was less she had to get through if she wanted to play with his cock during a movie or in a boring class at school.
