Thank you to Molly Cactus for her encouragement of my writing. Especially thankful for her advice on how to make it better.
Again, it was a very busy week. I was on the last week of the school year. I still had at least one lawn to go to every day after school, on my bicycle. But busy meant the week passed quickly. Then it was Saturday and I was cycling my way to Mrs. Wilson's house. I was hoping to meet Katie again. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me, oh yeah and Mrs. Wilson too. They were both very different in their own way. Mrs. Wilson was sexual, erotic and juicy, oh my, was she juicy. Katie was more sensual and sweetly naïve, like me. I mean naïve for me certainly. I am not sure how sweet and sensual I am. Mrs. Wilson was like a summer storm, rain pouring down everywhere. And when she had an orgasm, it was like thunder and lightning and she looked electrified. Katie was more of a soft rain one you could work in all day long. Not one you could drowned in.
I went in the back door and Mrs. Wilson and Katie were sitting at the table drinking coffee with milk. I could see Mrs. Wilson was wearing a skirt, but that was all. Her tits looked like boulders on her chest and they looked just as hard. She said, "Coffee?" I nodded my head just slightly transfixed even though the sight was really nothing new. She poured my coffee and said, "Milk?" Again I nodded my head and she held the cup to her tit and squeezed off a generous amount. She set the cup down on the table. The sight of her squeezing her tit and the milk squirting out of it got my adrenaline flowing and it made my mouth water with anticipation.
"Why am I the only one with my shirt off?"
I took the hint and immediately began to unbutton and remove my shirt. Katie watched me for a moment and then she removed hers too. I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. I started to drink my coffee. Seeing Katie's naked breasts filled me with the desire to fondle her little ones and Mrs. Wilson's full ones.
Mrs. Wilson said "Pants too, I think." I immediately kicked off my shoes unbuttoned and dropped my pants. Katie looked hesitant.
"I really don't want to remove my pants today." As she said this her voice wavered and she looked uncomfortable.
Mrs. Wilson said, "I understand. It's your time isn't it? Well then you can take off your pants but you can leave your panties on. OK?"
Katie took off only her pants. I wondered about this but then revelation hit. We learned about this in school. I confess, I hadn't paid enough attention to the women's portion. But I hadn't missed it entirely. I could see Katie rubbing her stomach. I found seeing her do that was very arousing. But it also made me wonder if her stomach was making her uncomfortable.
We finished our coffees with the special milk. Mrs. Wilson said, "I have two very painful tits, which are very much in need of attention. Let's go to the couch." We retreated to the couch and Mrs. Wilson sat down in the middle and Katie was on one side and I was on the other. "I love feeling like a bitch with a pup on each tit. And you are my favorite pups." As she said this she gave us each a gentle hug. I could feel the love flowing through me as she hugged me and I latched on.
"Now, I'm going to tell you my story." She then became very thoughtful. Katie and I continued to enjoy our delicious special juice, suckling away with gusto.
"When I turned eighteen, I had a boyfriend who was a little older. He had been pestering me for sex for a while and I finally gave in. I made a mistake though, I wasn't as smart as you Katie and I let him take my virginity. I told him I didn't want to get pregnant and that I didn't want to take chances. After that I gave him blowjobs. He was very demanding and I felt like I was always on my knees taking care of him. The only problem was that after that first time, I was pregnant. I told my parents and they were not understanding they called me names and said whichever boyfriend it was better marry me.
"I was really mad. I said it only happened once." They acted entirely like they didn't believe me. I left to go tell my boyfriend. He told me I had better get rid of it. I said I didn't have the money and my parents weren't going to help me. He said "well I guess you are shit out of luck." He left me there crying. I didn't know what to do.
"I went back to my parents' house and watched to make sure they were gone. Then I went in to pack up my stuff. I packed my backpack with the clothes that I thought would work best. I had some ACE binding that I had used on my ankle a while back and bound my chest to hide my breasts. It was my intention to try look like a guy for safety while hitch hiking. Incidentally, I didn't have these mammoth mammaries that I have now. Mine were actually only slightly larger than yours Katie. And if you want bigger tits, get pregnant.
"Anyway, I tucked my hair under my hat as best as I could, put on the most guy like clothes I could find and headed out on the road. I was planning on Colorado where I had a friend who I thought would help me. I didn't want to try an interstate so I headed for a state route that was heading west. Sticking my thumb out, I watched as one car after another passed me by. Finally, a man in a SUV stopped. I noticed there were lots of cases in the back but the front seat was open. He said "where're you going?"
"Colorado, I hope."
"Hop in, I'll get your journey started. I'm not going that far today, but if you want to ride with me while I make my stops along the way I'll get you there eventually."
"Thanks."
"I usually get a hotel or motel room with two beds. So you can have one if you want to keep riding with me. Oh and don't worry - I'm not gay."
"I nodded my head and then sat there in silence enjoying the ride. He began explaining his businesses. He was in cameras, videos and security. He droned on for a while. I got lost in the technical stuff. He said he loved having someone to talk to. It allowed him to practice communicating his knowledge.
"Eventually he pulled into a motel. He told me to wait in the car while he got the room. When he came back out he drove around to the room number. When we went in I threw my backpack (my only position) on a table. He put his suitcase on a folding thing that looked like it was designed for holding a suitcase.
"We'll take turns in the bathroom. I'll go first if you don't mind."
"I nodded my head. He grabbed some things out of his suitcase. He went into the bathroom and closed the door. He was about twenty years older than me, but I felt that I really liked him and wanted to show my appreciation. I took off my hat and combed out my hair. Then I removed my shirt and unwrapped my boobs. I can't tell you how good it felt to get the binding off. I massaged them for a while and I was becoming aroused. After kicking off my shoes and removing my pants, I left my panties on. Then I began massaging my breasts again, they had been really needing that after the binding. When I heard the door open I fell to my knees.
"Surprise! I really want to thank you for taking care of me. I think I give pretty good blowjobs. And I'd like to do that for you as a thank you."
"I knew you were hiding something, I was certain it was the female form. Now that I see you, I need to know more about why you ran away. I know trying to disguise yourself as a male is an attempt at safety, but I am sure there is more to this story."
"Here I was on my knees thinking I was just going to suck him as a thank you and he wants to know more. I started to get up.
"No, stay there just like that. You look good that way and after you explain yourself, we can see where it leads us."
"I'm pregnant." I just blurted it out. "My parents kicked me out. Then my boyfriend kicked me out and then his parents told me whores belong on the street. I tried to explain that I had only let their son do it to me one time and then I ended up like this." I think I started to cry, at least it felt like my face was getting wet.
"So you were hoping a friend in Colorado would take you in and help you?"
"Yes."
"His penetrating gaze made me wonder what he was going to do next. "I have a deal for you. It would appear that you want to keep the baby. If that is part of your plan, I would be willing to help you with that. What I would like to do is document the changes in your body as you continue on your path to motherhood. Would that be acceptable to you?"
"You mean you want to take pictures of me as my belly gets bigger?"
"Yes."
"After some consideration, "OK."
"He got a camera from his suitcase, and snapped a few pictures. I was feeling very nervous while the camera was snapping away. I had never been one to have my picture taken or even try to take pictures of myself. My parents had never made me feel worthy of it.
"Now, who can resist such a vision of loveliness? You may continue with your plan to thank me." He was still holding the camera, wearing loose fitting boxers, probably regular bedtime wear. He was starting to tent in them. Standing there looking at me, I realized he wanted me to move to him and I did. Edging forward on my knees, he snapped another picture as I did. As I got close enough I reached up and pulled his boxers down. As he sprang out of them I felt it hit my face and snap another picture. I began to kiss his stiffening member. Licking the tip, then working down the side, it bounced against my face on its own. When I finally put my mouth around it and swirled my tongue from side to side which always worked for my old boyfriend. Did he know what he was missing?
I continued looking up at him while concentrating on pleasuring him. As I worked away at him I could feel him throb and grow in my mouth, until he filled my mouth with his juice. I tasted it before swallowing all of it. I was so surprised at how good he tasted, he tasted so much better than my old boyfriend. He looked down at me smiling. "Next time, I want you to show me your mouthful."
"Yes Sir!" I felt chastised, since I was hoping for a more enthusiastic response. The camera was still taking pictures. I thought what he wanted was a picture of my mouth full of his cum. At this point I was so aroused I could hardly wait to jump into bed and take care of myself, which is what I usually did.
"Did your boyfriend do anything to satisfy you after you took care of him?"
"No, I didn't want him to stick it in me again. I was still hoping I wasn't pregnant and I didn't want to take another chance."
"So he never kissed you between the legs?"
