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“Mm, baby, I’ve missed you,” purred my husband Max as he nuzzled my neck. I shivered all over, my heart skipping a beat as he kissed me softly where my neck met my shoulder.
“I’ve missed you, too.” My breath was a hot whisper in the quiet hallway. He’d been gone on business for weeks and was finally home. With the baby asleep and no family in town, it was the first time we’d been alone in ages. His body sank into mine, pressing my big, milky tits a little too hard. I wanted to wriggle away, to alleviate the pressure on my cream-filled ducts, but I couldn’t. He felt too good.
His hands slipped down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing it hard as he pressed me against the wall. I opened my thighs to him, beckoning him between my legs where I ached so bad for him I thought I’d go crazy. He pressed into me, his eager cock all hard and hot against my mound.
His mouth met mine in a fury of kissing, his tongue and lips devouring me hungrily. I arched against him, pressing and rocking my hips against his, honey spilling from me like molten lava. The only sound was our breathing and gasps, the electric crackle of our bodies coming together in the dim hall.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he gasped when his hand slipped up and found my pussy, sopping wet and swollen. I shivered and stifled a gasp when he touched me there, stroking my sex with skilled fingers. “This is all I thought about… all those weeks.”
I bit my lip as his fingers slipped inside my panties and stroked my freshly shaved lips, making me bristle. My nipples throbbed, too, and I knew that milk was on the way. Just wait until afterward, I begged my body silently. Don’t leak until he makes you cum. It’d been so long I was dying to feel another body against mine, wringing pleasure from me. Sure, I took care of my constant horniness at least twice a day, but it was different with another person. More primal.
“Fuck me, baby,” I panted in a quiet voice, mindful of the baby sleeping just feet away. I filled my palm with the heft of his erection, squeezing it firmly as I stared into his eyes. “Stick that big, hard cock in me… make me cum.”
“God, Rochelle,” he groaned as he fumbled with his belt and eased down his fly, releasing his rock-hard meat.
It sought my entrance like a heat-seeking missile, slipping in my juices and sliding with delicious friction against my clit. The feel of him against me like that sent a jolt of pleasure pinging through my body, waking up long-dormant nerves and sending a surge of milk to my breasts. I felt the first little gush soak the cotton pads inside my bra, but I tried to ignore it.
“Come on, baby. Come on,” I commanded him in a low voice, pulling him hard against me. “Fuck me, baby.”
His cock pressed against my slit as he forged a path inside, filling me up with his heat. I moaned into his mouth as he slide deeper and deeper inside, plumbing my depths as he kissed me long and deep. There was a little soreness inside, but it was burned away by the soul-shaking pleasure of being filled up. I gripped him hard, pulling him deeper and deeper, sating my body’s need for wholeness.
He pressed his face against my neck and groaned as he bottomed out, his cock pulsing deep, deep inside. My body melted against him, my pussy throbbing and aching at the feel of his manhood buried up to the hilt inside. I rocked my hips, stimulating my clit as he kissed my neck and chest.
“Goddamn, you feel so good, Roch,” he grunted as he pulled out a little, leaving me moaning at the sudden emptiness. He thrust in again, finding the right rhythm. It struck me in all the right spots and before long, I was spiraling up, up, up toward oblivion.
“Fuck me… oh, god, that’s good,” I murmured in his ear as we clumsily, passionately fucked in the empty hallway, driving our bodies together with frenetic rhythm.
The pleasure arcing through me sent another flood of cream gushing from my tits, soaking my nipple pads to the point of saturation. I shuddered as my nipples went hard, spurting milk into my bra until it was soaked and droplets slid down my belly.
Max gripped me hard, lifting off the floor as he took me, oblivious to the milk gushing from me. He felt so good inside I could hardly stand it, but some part of me wanted him to latch on and drink, to nurse me as his cock plunged in and out like a well-oiled piston.
“Let me see them,” he grunted as he pressed all the way inside, his cock pulsing. He always loved my tits, and was especially fond of them since I started lactating, since they got all huge and round… but he wasn’t crazy about the actual milk. “I won’t touch them, don’t worry.”
Worry? That’s all I wanted him to do, but he wasn’t a fan of my milk. He said it made him feel weird, nursing me like a baby.
He pushed my top up to reveal my huge, milky mounds in their sturdy bra. The look on his face—the pure, raw lust—made my pussy clench and tremble, and I started to work my hips against him, grinding him slow and steady as he gripped my hips.
My eyes flitted from his face down to my tits. I loved to watch them sway and jiggle as he fucked me. Is it weird to get turned on by your own body? I didn’t care anymore, the pleasure was so great. I pushed down my bra so my tits were hoisted up atop the fabric, on display.
Max gasped and bit his lip, his eyes latching onto my nipples as hard as any mouth as he fucked me harder and faster. My tits bounced with each hard thrust, forcing beads of milk from the tip. I wanted his mouth on them, sucking and licking my milky nipples as his cock pounded into me, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t.
“Oh, fuck baby, I’m cumming,” he groaned as his thrusts got faster and shallower. My hips moved to meet him, bucking and flicking as milk dripped and dripped from my nipples.
“Mmmm,” I moaned into his ear as I started to ascend, as the heat and friction of his cock sent me soaring. I cried out as I came, as my pussy clenched around his big, fleshy rod and my clit pulsed. Milk spewed from me, raining creamy white droplets all over his open mouth. “Oh… Max!”
He took no mind of my creamy payload, he just kept thrusting until he exploded inside me, filling me with his hot seed. It piped into me until it overflowed and slid down my trembling thighs. He gripped me hard, forcing the sticky fluid deep, deep inside as my milk spurted out with the rhythm of my orgasm.
“Oh, god,” I whispered as my orgasm subsided, as he came to rest in my deepest depths. “That was…”
“Mm, I know, baby. I missed you.” He kissed me softly then licked his lips, a weird look on his face. He wiped off a bit of my milk, then wiped off his finger on his shirt. “But I won’t miss this when it’s gone.”
I stood on wobbly legs as he pulled free, cupping my hands over my massive tits as if to hide the milk dripping like crazy from my nipples. I won’t lie, it hurt hearing him say he didn’t like my milk. It was a miracle. A gift. And it had changed me. It made my hunger stronger, my lust
practically unquenchable. All I wanted was for him to want it, to lust after nursing me as strongly as I lusted to be nursed.
“Sorry,” I whispered stupidly as I buttoned my top. “I—I tried to pump it all before you got home. I—”
“Oh, hush,” he said tenderly as he slipped his arms around me and held me close. Even when I was angry with him, I always melted at his touch. “You have nothing to apologize for… it’s natural. It just… I dunno, it weirds me out a little.”
