Veronica and Millie: First Time

"Ooh, OK, I've got one," Veronica said as she swallowed another mouthful of Chunky Munky ice cream. "Would you rather watch a season of

Romance Peninsula

where the contestants have to cook 100% of their own food, no catering...or one that's catered exclusively by Taco Diablo, and the contestants have to find love on a diet of nothing but Nacho Cheesier Diablorritos and Calexico Burst Mountain Dew?"

Millie looked briefly concerned at the question, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled through her nose. She went through two more bites of her pint of Cookie Dough Blast ice cream as she contemplated her answer.

"Damn, that's a hard one V," she said finally, "because look at how excited these dumbasses get when they manage to make a grilled cheese. The whole hacienda celebrates! If they had to cook 100% of their own food they'd probably burn the hacienda down. But if Taco Diablo was catering, they'd need to build like five more bathrooms onto the hacienda. It

would

be funny to watch the contestants eat a plate of Diablorritos and then just fucking sprint to the gym to try and work the calories off, so I'm gonna go with Taco Diablo catering." Both girls laughed at the mental image.

It was a warm Friday night in June, and the two best friends were sharing in the most important ritual of their summers; Millie came over to Veronica's family's farm for dinner with the family, and then the two girls disappeared into Veronica's basement bedroom where they recorded an episode of Veronica's podcast - "Real True Haunted Shit with V and Mill" - before demolishing a couple of pints of ice cream while watching trashy reality dating shows in their pajamas. Millie would be sleeping over and heading back to her own home after breakfast on Saturday morning.

Veronica was a chubby pig girl, her skin a pale pink with some white patterning on her face, shoulders, back and breasts, and her big brown eyes magnified by the thick glasses she was wearing since taking her contacts out. Her curly hair was dyed a deep, vivid purple. Her big ass was crammed tight into a pair of black cotton panties (with her curly tail peeking out above the waistband), and her thin black tank top strained to contain her 40HH breasts. Pale pink belly peeked out between the bottom of her shirt and her waistband without shame.

Millie, a tall cow girl towering 8" over Veronica, looked slimmer because of her height and long legs but was still a bit of a chonker. Her skin was black-and-white pied, with a fluffy mop of cinnamon brown hair falling over her shoulders and with bangs hiding her eyes. Her full (though nowhere near as big as Veronica's) breasts hidden under a loose, oversized T-shirt. Her cross-legged position, however, meant there was no hiding that absolutely massive bulge her soft fat cock made in her pink strawberry-patterned panties, and her heavy, dark balls were peeking out the leg holes on both sides. One of her favorite aspects of hanging with V was being free to not tuck; she was definitely a bit shy about the size of her cock but fuck, tucking was uncomfortable.

Oh sure, Veronica had peeked a few times at Millie's grapefruit-sized cock bulge - nobody could resist, really - but she never made Millie feel uncomfortable or objectified. She'd been the epitome of grace and support since they'd met two years earlier, quickly becoming Millie's closest friend.

Scraping the last of the ice cream out of the pint container on to her extended tongue, Veronica let out a long sigh. "These guys are so, so, SO fucking dumb," she said, gesturing with her spoon at the dimwitted beefcakes on

Romance Peninsula

. "And I'd bet a hundred bucks not one of them has ever given a girl oral in their lives."

"Oh girl, you know I'm not taking that bet," Millie replied with a soft snort. "Buncha two-pump chumps like these? They wouldn't know their way around my equipment, or yours, if their lives depending on it."

"This is why we're single, right?" Veronica asked. "Because our standards are too high for these guys to meet?"

"Damn right, V," Millie nodded. "And that high bar being set at 'has to be able to give a girl an orgasm without complaining about it.'"

Both girls cackled with laughter, rolling against each other on the bed before Veronica opened the mini-freezer within easy reach of her bed, grabbing another pint of ice cream for each of them.

***

Veronica awoke with a snort; as her brain figured out where she was - sprawled in bed, covers kicked off, Millie snoozing next to her, no light filtering through the curtains of the small window, the quiet hum of an electric fan - she recognized the familiar sensation of one of her enormous tits having escaped the confines of her tank top. But there was something else, something that felt

amazing

; what was that? Something warm pressing on her exposed nipple...it was familiar...

Her eyes went wide in the dark as she realized what was going on. Millie was suckling on her tit in her sleep! The tall cow girl was definitely asleep - Veronica could hear her softly snoring around her nipple. Had she rolled over in her sleep and ended up pressed against Veronica's exposed boob? It must have been something like that; both girls had seen each other naked in their time as roommates at college and when visiting each other during the summer, but they'd never done anything like...this! And Veronica knew that Millie would never have just...suckled, or done anything else, without consent.

Fuck, she thought to herself as she lay there, when was the last time someone sucked on my tits? She tried to place it. Her last boyfriend Jeremy hadn't been a suckler; he loved playing with her tits in his hands and watching them bounce while they fucked but somehow he'd never put them in his mouth.

The thought occurred to her that the only one who'd sucked on her tits in ages had been her; it wasn't an every time sort of thing, but Veronica had definitely sucked on her own nipples while masturbating many times. With boobs as big as hers, she could get both nipples in her own mouth at the same time with ease, and why wouldn't she take advantage of that skill when it came time to get herself off?

Jerking herself out of her reverie, Veronica wondered what to do; should she gently pull her tit out of Millie's mouth and pretend it had never happened? Should she wake her friend up? She knew Millie would be embarassed as hell to discover she was sleep-suckling her best friend. Veronica's head swam a little; as if she knew what Veronica was thinking, Millie pulled a little harder at her tit with her lips, giving a soft moo of contentment. Veronica couldn't help but moan slightly at the sensation.

God, she thought, was it bad that she was enjoying this? Like fuck, this was her best friend! Veronica definitely felt some degree of guilt flickering through her mind, fighting with her growing arousal. She shouldn't be enjoying this so much, especially with Millie in such a deep slumber. Fuck - her pussy felt hot in her panties, and Veronica knew that if she touched she'd find herself soaked. Okay, she thought. You can do this, V. Just...take your tit out of Millie's mouth. Never say anything about this to her. Just...let this incident be a one off and forget about it.You can do it, girl. Count of three, take your tit out of her mouth. One...two...

Fuck. Veronica knew her pussy was winning this fight. Millie had her right arm pinned with her head, but with her left hand she might be able to reach her nightstand and grab the vibrator in the top drawer. She quietly, slowly extended her arm, listening carefully to Millie's breathing to see if she was waking up. No; she was too close to the center of the bed, and her chubby arms were just too short. She could just barely tap the top of the nightstand with her fingertips. Opening the drawer and fishing out the vibrator was impossible without moving enough to wake Millie. Maybe that was for the best, Veronica thought to herself. Even muffled under the covers, the vibrator's motor might be enough noise to wake Millie, and that would definitely be an awkward conversation to have.

Acoustic it is, Veronica thought to herself, her left hand sneaking slowly into the waistband of her panties. Her fat pussy felt like a furnace to the touch, and she was soaking the fabric with her arousal. What the fuck was going on that this was making her so turned on? She'd been on a dry spell with guys, sure, but the duffel bag full of dildos and plugs under her bed was silent testimony to how much solo action she was giving herself.

It's because I feel so safe with Millie and trust her so much, Veronica thought to herself. I'm relaxed enough to be a total slip-n-slide. She probed herself gently with two fingers, spreading her puffy lips and exploring her wetness. Her breath escaped in a slow, soft hiss as she began to rub her tender clit. This felt so dirty, and that dirtiness made her so much hornier. She hadn't done anything sexual except masturbate for a few months now, so even this little bit of interpersonal touch felt incredible and pushed her towards overdrive.

Veronica bit her lower lip as her fingers swirled lovingly over her clit. God, she should stop. She needed to stop, or she was going to wake Millie up and have a lot of explaining to do. Why couldn't she stop? Fuck, was she this hard up for sex? Maybe she shouldn't have declined that one beaver's offer for dinner and drinks a few weeks ago...masturbation was fine and she had fun with it, sure, but having another body touching hers...she'd forgotten how much it intensified her pleasure.

Millie murmured something softly around Veronica's nipple, causing her to freeze. When it was clear Millie wasn't waking up, Veronica let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Fuck. Why did she have to be so fucking horny right now? Why did the universe put her tit in Millie's warm...gentle...wet mouth? Fuck!

OK, Veronica thought. I can do this. I can shift away and gently get Millie's...fucking amazing...mouth off me, and then I can scamper to the bathroom and rub one out real quick without waking her up. Her muscles tensed, she started to slowly scoot away...and then she touched it.

Veronica's hand brushed against Millie's rock hard cock. The fabric of her panties was stretched to the limit from the force of this fat futa cock pressing against them...and they were absolutely soaked in precum. Millie moaned and squirmed in her sleep at the gentle touch, but didn't wake up or release her grip on Veronica's nipple. Clearly, Millie's body was reacting to her suckling the same way Veronica's was.

Fuck it. Now they both needed relief and Veronica locked in on that fact. Veronica shifted back closer to Millie, so close now that she could almost feel the heat of Millie's cock against her belly. Gently brushing the hair out of Millie's face, she kissed the cow girl's forehead and whispered, "Millie, babe? You thirsty?"

"Hmmm? Wha...? Oh fuck!" Millie groggily mumbled before being jolted into full wakefulness by the realization she had a mouthful of boob.

"It's OK, it's OK!" Veronica whispered hurriedly. No need to risk anybody else in the house waking up and hearing them.

"V, gods, I'm so fucking sorry, I don't-" Millie started to babble, panicked, but Veronica shushed her friend's fears with a gentle kiss.

"Millie, babe, don't worry. It was an accident. My boob popped out during the night, you rolled over and you happened to latch on. You don't owe me any apologies, and you don't have to worry about losing me as a friend over this. In fact...hang on, cover your eyes I'm gonna turn a light on."

The light clicked on, and the two women sat there for a moment blinking as their eyes adjusted.

"As I was saying...in fact, Millie St. Cyr, world class turbo babe, I really...

really

...fucking enjoyed it." Veronica showed Millie her slick fingers and the wetness of her own panties.

"And so, I think, were you." She gave a big smile and a glance down at Millie's cock, now standing at maybe three-quarters fully erect due to Millie's startled awakening. Millie blushed deeply, and started stammering while trying to cover her erection with the comforter.

"Gods, V, I'm still sorry about this, and fuck, I'm getting precum on your sheets like what the fuck..."

Veronica just smiled softly and scooted in closer, hugging her big anxious friend into her fat, soft tits.

"Millie, it's okay - it's really okay. I...I like it. I've never seen you hard before, but...I like what I see. Now, here's what I think. We're two best friends - like seriously best friends, joined at the hip. You fucking put up with my ghost hunting bullshit and podcast with me about it. I've never cared about anyone the way I care about you. You could flood this room ankle-deep with precum and it wouldn't make me like you any less. I promise. Knee-deep, even. But I know you'd be right there with a bucket with me, bailing the room out. Does that make sense? I'm sorry, I keep thinking about your precum. There's a lot of it."

Veronica cleared her throat. "So, um, speaking as your best friend, I have a case of the supercharged turbo hornies from you sucking my tit and judging from that massive hardon you're sporting, I'd like to believe you feel the same way. So as best friends, I'm inviting you to...take care of it together. With me. No pressure, no judgment, please don't hesitate to tell me no if I'm just stupid horny and misreading the situation."

Millie's eyes were as big as saucers, and she was blushing deeper than ever, looking like she wanted to burrow into Veronica's cleavage and hide there.

She took a deep breath, and smiled. "You know what V...I'd like that. When you say 'take care of it together,' are you thinking like...we masturbate together? Or did you want to...um...take care of each other?"

Veronica's grin got wider. "Girl," she said, "I knew you were packing heat but I need to see that cock up close in all it's glory. Can we take care of each other?"

Millie's face broke into a wide smile. "You're always there for me, V. Why are you so nice?" Taking a deep breath, Millie threw back the comforter, showing that she was back to fully erect.

Veronica hooked her fingers in Millie's waistband and started pulling her soaked panties off of her. Freed from the constraining fabric, Millie's cock bounced up, slapping wetly against her stomach with a small splatter of precum before standing proud. Veronica felt suddenly shy, staring at this massive hardon she helped cause. It was huge, black as midnight and smeared with precum, with a flared head and a medial ring a third of the way up from her heavy balls. Veronica could smell sweat, precum, hormones...and it smelled like pure sex to her.

"I've never seen you hard before," she said again, wide-eyed and blushing. "Like I knew you were big, but, uh...this is the biggest cock I've ever seen. By a lot." It's as big as my fucking forearm, she added mentally.

"If it's too big, I understand...we don't..." Millie started to offer an out, but trailed off as Veronica gently nuzzled against her hard cock, gently drawing a line of kisses up its underside towards the flaring head.

"I think it would take a lot of prep work for us to fuck," Veronica murmured between kisses, "but I have other ideas for taking care of my best friend and her huge, perfect cock. Why don't we get out of what's left of our Pjs and I can show you?"

Millie's T-shirt was off so quickly and with such force that it landed on the other side of the room. Veronica's fingers were too horny to respond, causing her to struggle a moment with her top before shimmying out of it; Millie was already tugging Veronica's panties down as she did.

"I've always been so jealous of your boobs," Millie said, with an appreciative eye on Veronica's heavy, soft breasts. "I'm glad mine have filled out some but fuck, girl...cows like me are expected to have milkers like yours." Veronica giggled, giving Millie's double-Ds an affectionate squeeze in return.

"If you like them so much, Miss St. Cyr, would you like to keep sucking on them? Right side's awful tender from how much of a suckle you gave her, but lefty's feeling a little ignored..." Veronica held up her left breast, offering the swollen pink nipple to her best friend.

Millie snuggled in closer, throwing her right leg across Veronica's lap and taking the offered nipple between her lips while looking up at her friend's smiling face. She began to suckle contentedly, cock gently throbbing in time. Veronica moaned appreciatively in the back of her throat, ruffling Millie's sleep-tousled hair with her left hand. She then spat in her right hand, and wrapped it around Millie's enormous cock.

"Look at how big you are," she cooed, "and I can feel the strength in your cock too...I bet if I wasn't such a piggy, if I was some little skinny thing, you could pick me up off the ground with it..." she began to gently stroke, feeling the soft velvet of Millie's skin under her touch. Precum dribbled slowly from Millie's slit, and Veronica ran her hand over the head, helping herself to the extra lubricant.

"I think you've already given me more precum tonight than my last boyfriend gave me real cum in our entire relationship...you really are so big...and beautiful...you have a beautiful cock Millie, just like the rest of you..." Millie moaned around Veronica's nipple, burying her face in boob-flesh to hide how much she was blushing at Veronica's steady, sincere stream of compliments.

"You're always telling me how jealous you are of my huge boobs, Millie...well let me tell you...I always look at you and wish I had long legs like you, or a more toned stomach like you have, or a firm bubble butt like yours...and right now I'm jealous of this beautiful, sexy girl cock...but I guess I can't be too jealous since I get to have my hands aaaaaalll over it..." Still stroking, Veronica gently guided Millie's cock so that the head was resting in the valley between her breasts. "That's it gorgeous...let me have some of that precum between my tits..."

Millie half-moaned, half worldlessly whined, her eyes half-closed in bliss; a tablespoon or two's worth of precum splashed against Veronica's chest, a mini-spurt that implied very good things to come.

"That's my good girl," Veronica murmured, stroking a little faster, her hand sliding up and down Millie's slick member with ease. She couldn't believe how easily this was coming to her; this felt so right, like they'd been lovers for years. Why hadn't they done this before? I can figure it out later, she thought to herself. She spat again on Millie's cock head, rubbing it against her right breast as she stroked faster. She could feel the tension building in Millie's cock.

"Millie..." she said, "would you like me to stroke you off just like this...or would you like to tit-fuck me?"

Millie let go of Veronica's nipple and lifted her head, a thin streamer of drool linking her lower lip to the nipple for a moment. The sweet cow girl looked up at her friend with stars in her eyes. "Can I tit-fuck you V? I...I wanna feel these boobs all over my cock..."

Swirling her fingertip through the wetness on the head of Millie's cock, Veronica smiled and assured her friend it was okay. "Let me get some actual lube to make this easier, OK? You want me on my back so you can straddle and play with my boobs?"

It was the work of a moment for the two friends to change positions, Veronica fishing a bottle of lubricant out of her nightstand and drizzling it liberally into the valley between her breasts - and then, for good measure, drizzled more over Millie's cock. She lay back, and let Millie straddle her stomach; she could feel Millie's balls and round ass as separate gentle pressures, and she had a moment of appreciation that Millie's legs were so long that she could kneel comfortably over Veronica's plump belly.