49. No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk
Saturday Afternoon
Kara parked her SUV on the curb in front of Jenny's house and stared at the door, feeling nervous. Bill's eyes had roamed her curves when she served him breakfast while wearing nothing but her cowbell and headpiece, but he had been unable or unwilling to respond to her hints that she needed more affection. Resigned to waiting at least a few hours, Kara had gotten dressed in one of her cow-print bikinis and spent the morning trying to be sexy enough to recharge his interest. She knew she'd lost when he turned on the TV to watch baseball. Bill barely acknowledged her when she told him she was off to visit some friends for the rest of the day.
Taking a deep breath, Kara got out of her vehicle and went to front door of the house, as instructed, and then toward the sliding glass door in the kitchen that led to the back yard. She could hear some soft noises from outside that made her suspect what kind of company was already there. She felt a twinge in her loins at the thought and adjusted her bikini and accessories, hoping she looked presentable. She slid the door aside, stepping out to find a wide grassy expanse behind the house and looking around for the source of the quiet, lusty sounds.
Kara trembled with a sudden surge of heat when she realized what she was seeing. Jenny and an Asian woman were noisily sucking on the extraordinarily long nipples of a girl who looked like she could pass for Jenny's daughter. The Asian woman was kitted out as if she were a dog, and the other two women were adorned with cat apparel. Kara let out a loud, lowing moan of lust and jealousy when she noticed that the long teats of the younger cat-girl were leaking milk. She idly noted that the girl in question didn't have any signs of current or recent pregnancy, but the thought fluttered away almost instantly as walked towards the trio, nearly entranced.
Jenny hopped up when she heard the moan and smiled brightly, rushing over to greet Kara with a hug and a kiss. Kara's knees shook when she tasted the warm milk on her friend's lips and tongue, and she could feel her sex blossoming in response. Jenny deepened the embrace and began running her arms across her guest's back, deftly untying the strings to the cow-print bikini top and tugging it free.
"It's a very good look on you, Kara-Cow, but it does make you a little overdressed for the occasion," purred Jenny.
"Moo..." agreed Kara, while hurrying to untie her bottoms.
Once naked except for her accessories, Kara dropped to her hands and knees, making her cowbell clank. Jenny got down beside her and they crawled toward the cat-girl with the long nipples.
"Kara-Cow, this is Allie-Cat, and the puppy suckling from her is Stray. Ladies, this is Kara-Cow," said Jenny, stroking each woman when she said their names. Kara mooed in greeting, which made Allie-Cat smile and meow in return. Stray stopped nursing long enough to make a few yips before returning her attention to the tit she was enjoying.
Allie and Jenny shared a knowing look while Kara stared hungrily at the girl's unattended nipple. Smirking, Jenny tugged on Kara's collar and moved her closer to the delectable treat she was admiring, saying, "Why don't I let you two get acquainted?"
Kara glanced up at Allie-Cat's face, blushing and nervous, but the younger woman smiled and nodded her head, even lifting her free breast slightly in invitation. Kara-Cow lowed again before closing the distance and settling her lips greedily around the leaking teat. The warm and fragrant liquid burst with flavor when she finally tasted it, moaning with appreciation and thanks. Kara-Cow stopped paying attention to anything but the experience of being breast-fed for the first time since she was a baby.
When a dildo slid into her wet depths, Kara grunted in surprise and tried to turn her head without releasing the nipple from her mouth, but gave up after a few fruitless attempts. She guessed that it must be Jenny, probably fucking her with a strap-on, since she couldn't see the other woman anywhere else. "In for a penny, in for a pounding," she thought to herself, smiling widely at the dumb joke and letting a trickle of milk escape from her mouth. She quickly swiped at the lost liquid with her finger, not wanting it to go to waste.
Allie-Cat was looking more and more attractive to Kara-Cow with every swallow, so she let her milk-stained finger trace its way down the girl's belly towards the neatly trimmed bush below, where one of Stray's hands was already busy. Kara made eye contact again, seeking any sign of denial, but the cat-girl was still smiling contently, so she pushed her finger into the younger woman's warm, wet folds.
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Ruth stretched her arms and legs, grunting slightly at the mild pleasure. She felt warm and secure snuggled up in the lap of the blonde woman she'd met for the first time only a few hours earlier. The tall and somewhat skinny woman bore very little resemblance to either Mama or Mommy, the only two women Ruth could ever remember being attracted to. But given that the current scenario might be her best hope for keeping her adoptive mothers in her life, she had stoically resolved to submit to whatever demands the stern woman might make of her, desperate to be pleasing enough to not be abandoned again.
To her considerable surprise, Ruth had found herself increasingly intrigued by the willowy blonde the longer she nursed. Her desire to put on a good show for Mommy and Mama, who had been watching from across the room, gradually transitioned to a desire to please Tina as well. In the privacy of her mind, Ruth had started thinking of the new woman as 'Mother,' and had begun caressing the woman while she suckled from her.
Tina had abruptly ripped off the adult diaper Ruth was wearing and groped for her core, humming appreciatively when she felt the silky smoothness of the adult baby's recently shaved pudenda. Ruth had been aware that the woman was fingering both of them at the same time, and smiled at the memory, sure that it had indicated Mother wanted to keep her around.
Baby Ruth turned her attention back to the still dozing blonde woman and studied her face carefully, appreciating it fully for the first time. Her pale complexion and fair coloring was much closer to Ruth's own features than those of Mama or Mommy, although people had seemed willing enough to accept those two as her parents, so perhaps no one would complain about Tina being her Mother. It was at that moment she realized they were alone in the apartment.
Panicking a little, Baby Ruth gently got up from Tina's lap and crawled over to her phone, relieved to see that Mommy had indeed left her a message. The address indicated that Tina was also a recipient.
