This is a cuckold story, with a fair bit of lactation thrown in.
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Rick knocked on the door. He quickly looked around to see who might be looking at him and didn't notice anyone on the street. He was anxious for Mrs Lacy to open the door. He'd been thinking about her pretty much all day.
Finally he heard hurried footsteps coming to the door, then the door being unlocked. It opened and he finally got to look at his goddess again. Mrs Lacy was only about 35 he thought. He looked at her, dressed in sheer black hold-up stockings, black pumps, black, lacy knickers that he knew were G-string style, as he'd never seen her in any other style, a sheer, short, black robe and finally, her two enormous treasures were barely held in by a black, lacy, 44EE cup demi-bra, that just barely covered her nipples, leaving part of her areolas in view. She'd obviously been waiting for him.
She'd moved to the neighbourhood about 6 months ago, already 8 months pregnant. Rick lived down the street, and had seen the moving trucks.
Rick had met her one day a few weeks ago, he'd been driving home from University classes when he had seen her struggling with some shopping bags while trying to hold on to her new baby daughter, so he had pulled his car over and got out to help. He'd learned she'd gotten quite lonely. Her husband was quite a bit older than her, and they'd moved here so it was safer for her as he had started a new job that had him travelling all the time.
They'd gotten talking and he'd immediately sensed her loneliness. Later, when her daughter started crying she had excused herself to go and get her from her crib. When she returned, she absentmindedly started to feed her daughter and Rick's jaw had dropped. She was so used to being home alone she simply hadn't realised. She unbuttoned her blouse and opened the flap of her maternity bra. Rick had been mesmerised by the creamy, white tit flesh underneath, broken only by the dark pink, thick, prominent nipple. He snapped out of it as quick as he could, knowing that it wasn't 'proper' to be caught staring at her tit. It was soon covered by her daughter's mouth anyway. By the time she'd looked back up he was pretty composed, but she did look at him a bit strangely, and he'd seen her look down at the prominent tent his hard cock created. It was only then she realised what she'd done and tried to apologise, but Rick assured her it was fine.
About 10 minutes later she'd excused herself to put her daughter in her crib and told Rick to go make himself comfortable on the couch. When she came back, she hadn't bothered to put her tits back in her maternity bra, and Rick's cock managed to get even harder. She'd sank to her knees in front of him on the couch, ripped open his jeans, and given Rick the most fantastic blow job he'd ever had. Her lips were soft and the suction was incredible. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft fanatically and it had taken him very long at all before he was firing a load down her throat.
That was about three weeks ago.
Rick walked through the door with a hungry look, kicking the door closed behind him, while a dirty, sexy grin spread across Kathryn Lacy's face. Part of Kathryn had always known she'd married her husband not out of love, but for the security she'd known he could provide. The day she had met Rick though, she'd found lust, and possibly love.
Rick leaned down and mashed his mouth against Mrs Lacy's, while he reached down and around her to grab both luscious arse cheeks with his hands, confirming that her panties were in that delicious up-the-arse-crack style. He gripped them hard, mauling them in his hands, and slipping his fingertips up to rub against her pussy-lips through her G-string.
Their tongues danced wildly, first in her mouth, then in his, sliding around the other. They darted back and forth out of each other's mouths, tickling the roof of each others mouth.
Their hands were busy groping one another. Kathryn had reached down and spanked Rick as hard as she could, and wrapped her arms around his chest and grabbed his shoulders. His hands roamed all over her arse, and up the small of her back, marvelling again at how a butt as big as hers could balloon out from her tiny little waist. He caressed her hips, running his hands down to the top of her stockings, then back up to her big luscious arse again.
As Kathryn felt him hold her arse again, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and humping up and down against him, grinding her mound against his stomach. She could feel the tent in his trousers, and rested her pussy lips on it, grinding against it through her G-string and his pants.
Her massive tits pressed tightly between their bodies, and overflowed her bra. Her nipples felt rock hard, and she put a hand over one, rubbing it in to her palm, before squeezing and twisting it between her thumb and forefinger.
He broke their kiss to say, "You sexy little fucking bitch, I'm going to pound you into next week with my big fucking cock!"
"Oh that's it Rick baby, you can pound my pussy all day and all night! I'm gonna ride you until your cock dies of exhaustion!"
She ripped his shirt from his chest, the buttons flying all over. His hands worked her arse cheeks, kneading and groping them, while he slipped his fingertips deeper into the crack of her arse, playing with the thin strip of lacy material. He let one hand trail up her back, until it reached the clasp of her bra, and swiftly unhooked it, letting the demi-cup bra fall away, as she unthreaded her arms from it and the robe, letting both fall to the floor. Her breasts with their enormous, thick, leaking nipples were bared for his pleasure. He stuck his head into her cleavage, lifting her up with his firm grip on her arse. She pushed her breasts together around his head, feeling her full tits in her hands, overflowing through her fingers slightly. She could feel the pressure building, and knew she had to release some milk very soon.
"Rick baby, don't you want to suck on my big titties hmmm? I need to feed you or you'll waste away. That big, thick, thumping dick of yours needs its vitamins."
She pushed his head back from her cleavage and he carried her over to the couch, laying her down on her back. He quickly unsnapped his pants and reefed them down his legs, freeing his erection to bob up, tenting out his boxers, before he pulled them down too. He removed the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked with his towering fuck-stick bobbing before him and a hungry, frantic expression on his face. She looked up at him with a sultry look on her face, still wearing her G-string, stockings and pumps. He crawled between her splayed legs, laying down with his cock at the entrance to her slit. She pushed her right breast up toward him and he immediately took it between his lips and started sucking on it. She gushed into his mouth and he sucked down the sweet fluid.
He slid forward until his knob nudged her wet labia through her G-string. He quickly reached down and moved her panties aside and then pushed forward, slowly parting the lips enough to slip inside, eliciting a gasp from her. He puckered his lips around her nipple and sucked as hard as he could while slowly driving his dick into her love-canal. He felt the walls of her quim contract, trying to pump his member as she approached orgasm. The slow approach was best to start with during milking; it never failed to bring her off quickly. She came with a scream, her pussy fluttered its walls along his cock and he felt her squirt all over his shaft, slickening its length and even shooting out through the seal her lips made with the base of his shaft.
He slowly stirred her beaver with his fuck-stick, keeping it buried to the hilt, like it was a pot and he was a chef.
The flow of milk slowly died down, and he switched to her other teat, sucking it into his mouth completely and starting to pump his pole in and out of her quim. She was still in orgasmic bliss, but he could tell when she reached a new high, as she squirted again. She was so squelchy inside that the noise of his pumping was incredibly loud. He was forcing her juices out every time he pumped back inside.
She wrapped her legs around his back opening her flower even wider for him and then dug her heels into his arse, forcing him in as deep as he could go. He could feel her cervix against his knob, and he rubbed his head against it, forcing the head to tilt upwards, feeling great for both of them.
He blasted his first load right then, spraying it against the head of her cervix only to have it gush back out over the couch underneath her arse. His cock kicked with spasm after spasm, emptying his heavy balls, shooting all the spunk he had up against the walls of her muff.