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“How could she not be?” she said softly, as if talking to herself. “It’s so…”
Her voice trailed off, and she snapped back to reality, embarrassed by the secret thoughts swirling in her head. A little dimple marked her cheek as she smiled.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a laugh. “I should go.”
“No, no please,” I begged as I grabbed her wrist and held it. I could feel her heartbeat. “Stay. Really… tell me what you were about to say.”
Her pulse quickened under my fingertips. She was surging with energy.
“I was going to say, it’s so tempting. He’s crazy.”
Now my pulse quickened. Never in a million years would I think this young girl would be tempted by my breast milk. She leaned a little closer, watching it spurt into the bottle.
“Do you really think it’s tempting?” I asked.
Her eyes met mine. She nodded and bit her lip as her cheeks glowed pink.
“It’s something I’ve always wanted,” she whispered conspiratorially, her eyes glowing. “Your tits are so gorgeous. They’re so full and heavy and milky.”
Heat flooded my body haring her talk like that about me. A familiar heaviness and tingling started in my pussy, making me squirm beneath the blankets. I was standing right at the edge of a precipice, but I was afraid to take the plunge. My hands covered my breasts, squeezing them softly as the girl stared at me.
“You… you can have them, if you want.”
She made a pathetic little whimper as she leaned in with her eyes fixed on my tits. I could smell the fresh, clean smell of her blonde hair, and the mint on her breath. Her tongue darted out and licked her soft, pink lips. I squeezed my tits a little harder, making the soft blue veins stand out. Is this real? I thought as a surge of adrenaline shot through me. It can’t be real… it can’t be…
“Take them,” I urged her gently as she lowered her head, as her soft hair brushed against my hot skin. “Oh, god, take them. Suck them.”
The pressure and throbbing in my pussy was insane. It pounded like a second pulse, rocking my body as the girl curled up beside me and stroked my skin. Her fingers trailed over my tits, touching them oh-so-softly.
“Can I really have them?” she asked in an innocent little voice.
“Yes, baby. Yes. Suck my tits, baby. Drink my milk.”
The soft, hot sensation of her mouth closing over my nipple made me moan out loud, it was so good. I arched off the bed, pressing my breasts to her mouth. She kissed and licked my nipples softly, testing them out, getting a feel for them before latching on. Her first little sucks were soft and gentle, making me shiver and shake… but when she finally latched on for real, I almost went insane.
“Ohhhh, oh my god! Oh my goodness!” I moaned as she gripped them, as she forced my nipples outward and filled her mouth with them. The smell of my milk mingled with the smell of her, creating a potent cocktail of scents in the still morning air. “What a good girl… good girl… do you like it, baby?”
“Mmm, it’s so good,” she purred as she pulled free. Beads of milk clung to the satiny surface of her lips. “But this is wrong…”
“Not wrong, baby. Not wrong. I need it. I need it so bad. Keep nursing me, baby. Go on. OH! Good girl!”
The pull of her mouth left me dizzy and panting. Each suck sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure straight down my spine to my sopping wet pussy. I’d never been so turned on in all my life. It was intoxicating. Totally hot and good and wrong and perfect. I had a husband, but he’d never know. No. It was our secret. Hers and mine.
“Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Oh, fuck!” I cried out as the pleasure tightened inside me like a vise, making my pussy flutter and contract. The only thing missing was my husband’s cock buried up to the hilt inside me, but he’d never agree.
“What was that?” she hissed quietly as she pulled away and looked toward the bedroom door. I’d heard it, too. The front door opening and closing.
“Honey, I’m home!” yelled Max from downstairs.
We looked at each other with wide eyes as we scrambled to get straightened up. We heard him tramping upstairs, all six-foot-four-inches of him. He appeared at the door just as Cammy reached up to pretend like she was dusting the bookshelf.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were here, Cammy. How’re you doing?” he said as he leaned in to kiss me.
“Just fine, Mr. La Porte. How’re you?”
“Couldn’t be better. How’re you, my darling?”
“Great. Wonderful,” I stammered. My body still throbbed with desire after my brief nursing session with Cammy, and I could hardly think straight. “What are you doing home?”
