Chapter Four
Of course, the story was mostly bullshit.
Oh, there had been a woman, my grandmother's friend, and she had induced lactation, but it was all at my insistence. What better way to lock your control in on a woman than to take control of her tits? And it wasn't like she didn't like it. Hell, she loved when I suckled almost as much as I did. But there hadn't been any stolen money or bus ride. I had just told her I was done with her and walked out, got in my little car, and drove off, leaving her crying in the doorway. I mean, she was a good fuck and it was lots of fun getting her to get her tits producing, but a man needs variety, you know.
Anyway, back to the story.
She giggled and stood, this time following me into the bedroom.
I reached down and peeled her blouse up and off, nuzzling her throat after I did.
"Would you like my milk?" she asked, lifting her breast, the long thin nipple very hard.
I bent and took it in my mouth, giving it a tentative suck, and then stood back up and smiled at her.
"Any man would, honey," I said.
"Let ME do the work this time, sweetheart," she said, and each endearment took me a step closer to what I wanted.
I smiled as she unbuttoned my shirt, doing the same as I had done last night, kissing the skin she revealed. She was awkward but willing, my two favorite characteristics in a woman.
When she had me naked she had me lay on the bed while she kicked off her shoes and got off the socks and slacks. She left the Depends on.
She crawled up onto the bed and laid down, her fingers in my hair, pulling, no, guiding me. She held me in the crook of her arm, lifted her breast, and brushed that hard nipple across my lips. I took it, took the nipple, areola, and some more tissue in my mouth, and began nursing. I suckled gently, massaged the nipple and areola with my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and closed my eyes. She was humming a gentle lullaby while she caressed my body, her hands finding my ass and then working around, gently brushing her fingertips where I was smooth.
We lay like that until she was satisfied. I would have laid there all day, to be honest. I do love nursing at a nice soft tit. But she used her finger to gently break my latch.
I was hard, of course. Hell, I was rigid and throbbing. As I say, I do enjoy nursing.
When she started kissing her way down my body I knew I had won. She was hooked.
She began kissing my cock, then my scrotum, then the inside of my thighs high up, where my scrotum started.
She stopped and sat back, meeting my eyes. "Am I doing it right, David?" she asked, "I've never done this before."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah," I said, smiling.
She bent down, paying particular attention to where I was once hairy. She kissed and licked and kissed some more. I thought to myself, "this cunt has some real potential." I said, out loud although softly, "mmmmmmmmm I love that," making sure I said "love" again.
By the time she finally took me into her mouth I was leaking a little precum. She touched it with her tongue very tentatively.
I allowed myself a little hum of pleasure.
It was as if she made a sudden decision. She opened her mouth and took me in.
She wasn't really very good, but I chalked that up to inexperience. Her lips were locked and she was bobbing her head but she had no idea what to do with her tongue. I relaxed and let her do what she was doing. There was no danger at all that I would cum from this. I didn't even have to concentrate on control.
She worked hard at it, but she was hopeless. She was starting to sweat and to pant with her exertion. I let her keep at it.
Finally, she sort of flopped back, panting, tired, panting.
I chuckled at her frustration.
"It's a skill, baby," I said, "don't worry, I'll teach you, but first, let me do some work."
I eased my fingers down, finding the heavy waistband of her Depends, and working under it.
Her pubic hair was damp but not really wet. Her clitoris was a hard little bump when my fingertip found it.
"How many men have you been with?" I asked and her eyes got big at the odd question.
She took a deep breath.
"Including you?" she gasped, my finger distracting her.
"Yes," I said, and I kissed her softly.
She giggled, an odd little sound since it was cut short by a little gasp when my finger probed a sweet spot.
"Two," she managed.
I grinned. The full-on Grin. "That explains a lot," I said.
"Let me teach you to let go, honey, please," I said, my finger busy playing with her hard little love bud.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, well, she sort of whispered, "I'm not about to start saying 'no' to you now."
"Tell me when you're close," I said, my tongue playing behind her ear.
I was masturbating her now, deliberately trying to bring her to orgasm. I was starting to tire too. It's work masturbating a woman under the heavy elastic of Depends.
But I could tell she was getting close. Her breathing was starting to catch and I could feel the wet slickness between her legs.
"Oh honey," she breathed, "oh honey, oh God, HONEY!"
And I stopped.
