Message-ID: <17054eli$9811080531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jacquilyn@hotmail.com (Jackie) Subject: Repost: Milky Maria (f/f, milky, pregnancy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: jacquilyn@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36446dd5.5131697@nntp.concentric.net> This fictional story contains graphic descriptions of *all* types of vanilla and kinky sexual acts between a *very* pregnant female and a non-related female. If you: a) Are under 18 years old b) Are offended by any graphic actions c) Feel these are against your Community Standards d) Feel that a pregnant woman should stay home in a rocking chair, looking motherly Please STOP reading and IMMEDIATELY LEAVE and CLOSE this file !!!!! ================================================ Milky Maria (Copyright 1996, 1998) by Jackie (an338903@cris.com) [This is a f/f part from a much longer story from when my grrly body was very pregnant and constantly horny.] I had always thought when I became pregnant my bi-sexual life would slow down drastically or even completely stop, but it has not only increased *but* greatly improved. I knew being 20 years old, single, and pregnant was going to be very hard on me, but early on, I decided I was going to have, and keep, the baby no matter what happened. Then, I find out it's not "baby" *but* "babies" ~~ I'm pregnant with TWINS !! It's nobody's fault but *mine* for having hot wild, but mostly unprotected, sex a couple times a week ~~ at least "pregnant" was the only thing I got. Just into my seventh month (week 29 LMP), this happy-ordeal has greatly improved my "social" life, but taken a huge toll on my previously firm young body. I could never have guessed how much *both* have changed. My porcelain-white skin is still crowned by my sparkling emerald-green eyes and my long flaming red hair, both inherited from my Irish forebears. (I've been told my flaming red hair aptly reflected the boiling inferno that would suddenly erupt throughout my tender young body when it was even *lightly* stroked.) Instead of hiding my pregnancy with A-lines that hung like tents, trying to camouflage everything, *all* my tops and dresses have an "empire waist." This style has a tight elastic just below the breasts, emphasizing *both* my bloated breasts and my bulging belly to their glorious maximum. Now- a-days, there sure is a whole heap to emphasize !! My breasts have ballooned to a 42-DDDD (=42G), and may inflate even larger and fuller. (I think they know that they will have two *very* hungry twins to feed.) Just envision one of those smooth large yellowish-green "Honey Dew" melons, *not* one of those small piddling cantaloupes, from the produce section of your favorite supermarket. Now DOUBLE its length into an oval. That's about what *each* of those delicious hanging hooters looks like. My "waist" around that bulging beachball belly was over 65 inches the last time I measured, and by now, it must be over 70 inches !! That wobbling beachball of a belly *now* sticks straight out over 22 inches (!!) *further* than before I was pregnant. Just that in itself is totally mind boggling. With my "vertically challenged" stature, my ballooning uterus with those twins first filled up *every* nook and cranny in my whole torso, all the way up to my esophagus. Then, the only way for it to go was jutting out further and further. I may end up *wider* front-to-back than I am tall . Both look simply enormous on my 5' 1-1/4" frame, adding almost 66 lbs. (!!) in just those *two* areas, since my thighs have remained at about their pre-pregnancy circumference. And you wonder why I always feel like I'm toppling over frontwards like a wobbling "duck pin". In addition to those, there have been smaller changes, such as my nipples growing even longer and much fatter, becoming a dark reddish-brown with a rubbery texture and poking out over an inch when excited; my dark reddish-brown areola have expanded to about 3 inches across and become very puffy near the nipples, super-cone-shaped; my belly button has pop'd far out, now looking like a small 1" stalk on which I can even hang objects ; and finally, my "black badge of courage," a vertical line which begins at the base of my belly and runs all the way around (about 6 miles), ending at the base of my breasts. * * * * * Last week, for example, I waddled to the zoo looking "very pregnant" in my blue denim stretch maternity shorts and white "low v-neck" baby-doll style top. I purposely wore a fire-engine-red stretch bra under that sheer tight white top so it would vividly show through. Looking in a mirror before I left, every hook on my mile-wide red bra strap and every swirl on my over- stuffed red cups was totally visible through that sheer white top. Roughly rubbing my fat nipples, I noted with glee that those now-erect bullets visibly poked out over an inch through those thin tight layers. Teasing still is "fun," even with my bloated pg body. That tight white baby-doll top fully emphasized my bulging motherly breasts and hugely bloated belly, hiding absolutely nothing and making me look even *more* pregnant, if that were possible. What was I trying to hide though, "I am *very* pregnant !!" Later that afternoon, as I was standing in front of the monkey cage, a young Spanish couple came up wheeling a very young baby. They were smiling and holding hands as they walked, seeming very much in love. I guessed that the girl was around sixteen and the guy, maybe, eighteen years old. The girl was about 5' tall with long silky nipple-length black hair, streaming down her back and pulled away from her face by a single large golden barrette in the back. She had a perfect pair of full sensuous lips and intense brown eyes. The only makeup she was wearing was glossy red lipstick. "Funny," I thought, " how pulling her hair so far back made her look so much younger, while that glossy red lipstick made her look years older. Quite a contrast and combination!" She was wearing a white "Spanish dancer-style" blouse with buttons down the front. Even with three rows of frills across her bust, very much hiding her breasts, the large gaps between those poor straining buttons implied that her breasts were *very* engorged. With a baby so young, I suspected that she was breast-feeding and the frills were to hide her long fat rubbery nipples that would always be poking out. Even if she wasn't breast-feeding, her body sure made a very sweet tantalizing silhouette in the bright sunlight. The white blouse completely covered her shoulders with the sleeves ending just above her elbows, but its bottom stopped about three inches above her waist with a belt-like tie. She had on a pair of white slacks and white sneakers. Overall, she looked very cute. Since I was pregnant, what struck me most about her was the firm bare flesh of her midriff. For a girl that had given birth only a few months earlier, her tummy looked rock solid and smooth, showing no hint of any excess fat from the ordeal of her pregnancy. Oh, how I wished I would look that good 5 months, or even a year, after giving birth. They were talking in Spanish while trying to read the detailed descriptions on the cages. It appeared that they didn't understand some of the more technical English words since they looked very confused, debating back and forth amongst themselves. Since I had four years of Spanish in high school, I tried to help by translating some of the problematic words and phrases. Both were very appreciative, and I learned their names were Hector and Maria. We wandered around the zoo together most of the afternoon. Maria was even nice enough to accompany me every time I had to use the bathroom, which was a lot. My bloated body just fit sideways into those narrow stalls, having to *back* in like an 18-wheeler positioning to unload. That tight space left hardly enough room to wriggle down my maternity jeans and pup-tent panties. One time, even Maria yelled with concern, "Jackie, are you OK in there ? I hear all these banging sounds." It must have sounded like a bongo concert as my elbows kept hitting those metal walls. A little breathless, I replied, "I'm OK Maria, but it is *very* tight in here. I keep hitting the walls." All that huffing and puffing was truly worth it though, the shuttering sensations from all that hot golden liquid sputtering and gushing from my wet heated pussy was second only to orgasmic bliss. That erupting waterfall seemed to splash everywhere ~~ in the bowl, on the seat, and on my thighs. I could even feel hot droplets buffeting my sprouting pink clitty, making it twist and jerk a little, then hanging from those fiery-red curls. Reluctantly, that golden deluge subsided into a steady pee, then only an occasional drip, and finally ceased altogether. Each wipe of my hot wet pussy with that rough toilet paper was truly a struggle, but sent electrifying tingles throughout my body as my blossoming pink bud also got roughly rubbed. With that beachball bloated out all over the place, I needed much longer arms. It really didn't matter though, that hot pouting pussy was sooo soggy from my constant excitement that it would only have stayed dry less than a minute anyway. Finally, I just sagged there for a minute or two regaining some energy. I never would have thought that simply going to the bathroom would have been so "draining," in both senses of the word. With a lot of tugging and much more huffing and puffing, I finally got my panties pulled all the way up, but try as I might, this time I couldn't get those maternity pants above my knees. "Maria, would you please come here and help me," I called as I waddled from the stall with those blue denim pants in a puddle around my feet. Maria quickly came over. Her cheeks blossomed pink when she had to squat down, staring for a minute directly at my pouting pussy. I am sure she could vividly see the dark wet vertical line along that indention of my tight red panties, a mixture of my leftover pee and oozing womanly juices. Her eyes momentarily focused on that poking bump, still slightly wiggling, caused by my very excited clitty. As she wrinkled her pert nose, sniffing, she could also smell the musky female aroma of my increasing arousal. Glancing down at her, I noted that Maria's white blouse was now unbuttoned two buttons lower. It bulged out at the top like she had been reaching in adjusting her bra, or maybe, with her nipples poking out so obviously hard, rubbing those fat firm bullets. This position gave me a perfect view of her panting tan engorged breasts, almost spilling out of her much-to-small stretch bra. "Now, if I had only brought some cookies," was the naughty thought repeating over and over in my mind. Once, when she looked up, she caught me peeking down her blouse at those panting twin mounds and just smiled sweetly, or maybe it was devilishly, with a twinkle in her eye. Then she looked over at my bloated beachball belly, towering over her like this huge wobbling globe. That cute smile became a little fearful. Maybe, she was afraid that giant sphere would topple over and crush her like an ant. After a few minutes of hard work ~~ it *is* hard work pulling up somebody else's pants when they have a body as bloated as mine, she finally succeeded. I *really* enjoyed her warm hands sliding over my smooth legs and creamy thighs, then tugging those jeans up over my hips. Her warm soft hands sent constant tingles throughout my body and I'm sure she could feel me shiver. From that Cheshire cat grin on her face, it looked like she had enjoyed *herself* also. What I liked best though, was when she smoothed that elastic front panel over my beachball belly, then made sure it was not binding across my crotch. My inflamed pouting pussy felt *every* one of her fingers as they rubbed and smoothed, then rubbed and smoothed some more, that elastic panel across my puffy yearning mound. My whole excited body so wanted her to pull it *down*, not up, but I had to remain disinterested. Maria finally stood up saying, "There, all done." Her cheeks were now beet-red, and those frills on her blouse were dynamically moving up and down from her greatly increased breathing, showing an even more majestic expanse of beautiful tan flesh. I replied a cheerful, "Thanks," as I began valiantly pulling down my straining baby-doll top over that wobbling bloated beachball. As if in a trance, Maria kept staring wide-eyed at my bloated wobbling belly. Very shyly, she then remarked, "Jackie, I am really surprised at how huge you are. I was never that big when I was pregnant, even at *nine* months. Are you carrying triplets ?" No longer embarrassed by comments like that, I grinned, then pushed out my partly covered bulging belly even further. Making sure she was still watching, I patted it at the same time with both hands ~~ letting it bounce and wiggle a little, then slowly replied, "No, only two babies, Maria. At least, that's what the doctor tells me. For some reason, I have swelled obscenely, like I'm carrying quadruplets, *and* I even have *two* months left." Still staring wide-eyed, Maria asked, "Would you mind very much if I felt your tummy. I have never felt any pregnant tummy other than my own and *never* one as large as yours." "Her innocent honesty was refreshing," I thought as I chuckled to myself. Smiling at Maria, I wriggled my baby-doll top back up fully uncovering that whopper, letting it intentionally bounce and sway as I did so. (I love to tease.) I then replied, "Go ahead. You're welcome to touch my tummy all you want." I wanted to add "and anywhere else" but I didn't want to frighten Maria off. Maria hesitantly reached over with one hand, just grazing my bulging pink belly with only her warm fingertips. Just her tentative touch sent a chill down my spine, ending right between those hot wet parted lips. She quickly whispered, "Thank-you," then turned and started to swiftly walk away as if embarrassed. "Maria, come back," I called. "It *really* didn't hurt when you touched it," I added as she began to hesitantly walk back. As soon as she got close enough, I grabbed her left hand and placed her soft warm palm and fingers flat against my bulging belly. "See, it doesn't hurt and your touch *even* feels nice to me. Move your hand around, you might even be able to feel either baby kick." (A "ploy" if I ever spoke one.) Maria now moved that warm tender hand gently around my pink beachball never loosing touch with it. Soon, she began actively feeling it with her other hand as well. After a minute, her eyes tightly closed and she softly "sighed," starting to breath more heavily. I could see her nipples harden even further through her blouse. Now, her thighs were pressed firmly together, tighter than a vise, each periodically rubbing against the other, as if she was doing a slow silent jig. That earlier "searching" for my pendant had certainly started my female juices flowing, creating an "itch" that had subsided, but *not* been satisfied. Maria's slow gentle caresses now not only rekindled, but even further intensified that smoldering fire. I felt my pouting pussy begin to get wet again. My bulging swaying body was now feeling sooo good that I whispered to Maria, "Your soft warm hands feel sooo nice rubbing my bloated belly." Unfortunately, that seemed to break the magical spell. Maria suddenly opened her eyes, then abruptly pulled her hands back with a frightened look on her face. Maybe she fully realized what she had been doing *and* feeling. A little flushed and now appearing more concerned than frightened, she stared at the floor and hurriedly said, "We should go now. Hector is waiting," and quickly walked out of the restroom. After pulling myself together, I waddled after her, both disappointed *and* aroused. I wasn't sure if I had misjudged Maria's very sensuous actions or if she was just very frightened from all the mixed-up feelings surfacing in her tiny body. For the next hour, Maria kept glancing at my body out of the corner of her eye, but would quickly look away whenever I caught her. Once when Hector wasn't watching, I even caught her deliberately rubbing her right nipple through her blouse, but it might just have been because she was breast-feeding and it was obvious both breasts were getting very full. Soon, the baby began crying. Maria looked at me, matter-of-factly saying, "It's time for Anita's feeding. I have to go to the restroom to feed her." Because of what had happened earlier, I decided to wait with Hector. After a few steps, Maria turned saying, "Jackie, please come. I may need your help and it wouldn't be proper for Hector to be in the Women's area." I waddled a little behind Maria up to the Women's restroom not knowing what to expect. When she turned around in the dim light, it looked like wet spots had formed on her blouse all around her hard protruding nipples. Once we were *both* inside, Maria looked me right in the eye, watching my expressions, as she quickly unbuttoned her white frilly blouse, untied it above the waist, then opened it wide, completely exposing her tan youthful chest. Those tan engorged milk-machines bulged out of that much-too-small white stretch bra. (I found out later that she couldn't afford any nursing bras like I was wearing.) Its whiteness glowed brightly against her firm tan body, while the dark brown circles of her puckered areola vividly showed through that soaked, now almost-transparent fabric, like twin beacons begging me to come home. I had to suppress a "gasp." Without the slightest hesitation, Maria now reached up, unhooking the front clasp of that sheer white bra. The soaked circles of fabric she had been using as breast pads fell to the floor with a "plop." Proudly jutting out in front of me were two of the most beautiful youthful breasts I had ever seen. They looked so . . . . . so ripe and round. Their taut skin was a natural tan with perfectly-centered dark blackish-brown areola about the size of quarters and hard stubby nipples. I was completely speechless. Even though she had been pregnant, given birth, and was now breast- feeding, there was absolutely *no* droop what-so-ever in her taut half- moon breasts. It was like somebody had glued perfectly curved half- grapefruits onto her chest. "Ah, youth," I thought. Now it was *my* turn to be envious of another woman. The mini-droplets of warm sweet mother's milk immediately began forming at those dozen duct-ends, yearning to be suckled away. A couple impatient ones even merged together, forming a large white drop, then dripped on the floor in front of me. Looking down, I almost cried at that wasted motherly goodness. I'm sure Maria could see the unbridled lust in my eyes, but she continued on, not speaking a word. Maria lifted Anita towards her left breast, tickling her mouth with that long fat dripping nipple. That hungry babe didn't need much coaxing, she immediately opened her cute mouth wide, latched on, and started feeding. I wanted sooo much to be Anita, but silently stood there just watching and rubbing my bulging belly while I could hear that lucky babe suckling more and more of her mother's sweet warm milk. My nipples hardened into long fat spikes, my moist pouting pussy tingled, drooled some more, then began to ache. After a minute or two, Maria closed both eyes, then slowly rolled her head from side to side, letting Anita greedily suckle away. Absent-mindedly, she lowered her other hand to her crotch, spread her legs wider, then began gently rubbing her "womanhood" through her tight slacks. "I hope I would enjoy breast-feeding my baby as much," I thought while watching her through glazed eyes. I had begun lightly stroking my bulging belly, sometimes even toying with my fat belly-button stem. A small wet spot appeared on her slacks where her hand was so firmly rubbing. I could even hear Maria quietly sigh through slightly parted moist lips. It was obvious that breast-feeding Anita was really turning Maria on, as it surely was me. Abruptly, Anita stopped feeding, deciding instead to go to sleep. Maria opened her eyes and looked at me watching her. She saw my hand caressing my beachball under my baby-doll top. Suddenly, she realized where her own hand had been rubbing, turning beet red. Now with her eyes looking down, she whispered haltingly, "I'm sorry, Jackie. I forgot where I was. Sometimes I get very strong sensations down between my legs when I'm breast-feeding Anita ~~ like when Hector and I are, you know, fooling around." "That's nothing to be ashamed of," I told Maria, "I've heard that breast- feeding can feel very sensuous to many women." Then, sticking out my beachball and again gently caressing it, I added, "I hope that breast- feeding my babies feels as sensuous to me as it seems to be for you." A wide smile of relief spread across Maria's face and again her glazed eyes stared at my bulging belly. She moved Anita to her other engorged and now dripping breast, but that sleeping baby wasn't interested. Maria tried putting the erect puckered nipple in Anita's mouth, but she just yawned and went back to sleep. She even tried squirting a little into Anita's mouth, trying to entice that her to return, but no luck, Anita was still no longer interested. Not even tickling Anita's feet would wake her back up. With a "sigh," Maria restuffed both half-moons in her bra, rehooking the clasp. She then looked up at me a little embarrassed saying, "This has been happening recently, but never away from home. Anita will empty one full breast, then go to sleep without suckling even once on the other full one." Her eyes again looked at the floor, then she added in a small frightened voice, "In a short time, that engorged breast will become very painful for me. Look how it's already bursting out of my bra. I didn't bring a breast pump or anything to express the milk." Maria *really* didn't have to tell me to "look." My eyes had been watching that firm bloated half-moon bulge more and more out of her bra. I knew my mind was playing tricks on me, but it seemed to grow fuller and fuller, getting rounder and rounder, in just the little time I had been staring at it. By now, there was a very obvious size difference between the breast that had been suckled and the one almost ready to explode. Reluctantly, I started to ask, "What about Hector . . . ." but Maria quickly cut me off with "Hector thinks that milky breasts are only for babies. *Real* men don't suckle at women's breasts. He would hardly touch them, except a little with his hands before I was pregnant, *now* he won't touch them at all." Now looking directly at me, Maria continued, "I noticed how you looked at my breasts when I opened my blouse and bra . . . . and still do. Would you please suck out some milk so it won't be as painful for me later on?" Maria quickly added, "There's nobody around this part of the zoo to come in and catch us," as she again unclasped her bra, pulling the cups widely aside so both breasts were now visible. I could only continue to stare at Maria's beautiful engorged breasts. Her left breast was now beginning to drip more constantly, sometimes almost squirting out. I guessed that her let-down response from Anita's suckling was in full swing. Much as every cell in my body wanted to lunge over and begin suckling, another part of me was still hesitant. Maria added in a pleading voice, "I've *never* told this to anyone else, *especially* not Hector. When I was twelve, a very close girl friend and I used to touch each other between our legs and suck on each other's small budding titties. I enjoyed it very much. We continued almost every day until she moved away." "Since then, I have never been close enough with another girl to try again . . . . until now. For some strange reason, I feel sooo comfortable with you ~ like we have known each other forever. I saw how you looked at my breasts, just like my girl friend did. Those looks excited my . . . . my hunger again. I *know* you want to suck on them, badly, *and* it would help me out sooo much." Finally, Maria pleaded, "Pleeeeeezzzzzzeeeee. I need the pressure released soooo badly." Her last plea evaporated any remaining fears or concerns I had. Smiling at Maria I told her, "Ok. I will, but what do we do about Anita." Maria beamed, then replied, "Wait here. I'll give her to Hector to watch. I'll simply tell him that you're having a female' problem and I'll be back in a few minutes. Hector *won't* ask any questions. Those are problems he doesn't want to know *anything* about." I smiled as Maria quickly pulled herself together and left with Anita. Then, I chuckled to myself, "She seems to know Hector a lot better than I would have guessed. I think they'll have a pretty good marriage." Quickly, Maria was back. Without any hesitation, she again unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her soggy white bra. My head moved closer, first gently nuzzling that oozing rigid rubbery nipple against my cheek, then slightly pressing her super-hard orb, letting just a little warm sweet milk run down my cheek and drip from my chin. It is hard to put in words how overpoweringly sensuous that hard bloated dripping breast felt against my cheek. There is just a look and feel about an engorged-to-bursting mother's breast, that cannot be duplicated by all the silicon implants in the world. I could remain cuddled like this forever. I day-dreamed about how I could entice Maria to squirt her warm sweet mother's milk all over my naked bloated body. Those warm milk sprays feeling like hot stinging bullets as they beat upon: my rosy cheeks, forcing my wide pink tongue to valiantly stretch trying to catch every last droplet; my breasts, drops running together, racing over their bloated contours, then dribbling down from my long fat nipples. They would also hotly pelt: my bulging belly, sounding like a loud rainstorm to that poor gentle babe hiding inside; and finally, my pouting pussy, those hot clinging drops hiding in my fiery-red curls, waiting yearningly for a warm tongue to come and lick them off, while others mixed with my musky female nectar, forming an irresistible concoction to be savored. All this, though, would be such a terrible waste of that sweet golden nectar. "Aaaah, but it would make my body and soul feel sooo good," I thought. Maria's passionate plea, "Jackie, suck, pleeese," snapped me out of my world of huge squirting milky boobies, bringing me quickly back to the present. "See *how* full and hard it is," she teasingly announced, reaching down and lightly squeezing it. Immediately, four or five strong jets of warm sweet mother's milk squirted out right at me. Maria *must* have been reading my mind, the little minx. Luckily, four zipped into my open mouth, the other landed directly in the middle of my forehead. Watching that white drop running down between my eyes, sliding down the curve of my nose, then hanging from the tip, like a pearl of dew, Maria began giggling. "I'll show her," I thought as I quickly lowered my moist red lips to that dripping erect blackish-brown nipple. I gently suckled, holding back my wanton greediness. No longer giggling, Maria pushed my long red hair out of the way, over my shoulders, then began softly "moaning." With only a couple gentle sucks, my mouth became flooded, almost overflowing, with her warm sweet mother's milk. There must have been gallons hidden away as that bloated breast squirted and squirted into my mouth, like an open hose, without my even having to suckle anymore. "Ummmm. It tasted sooo good. Oh, to be a baby again," I thought as that warm sweetness flowed down my throat, a little dripping from my suckling lips. Pausing for only a second, my milky lips released their grip on that engorged globe, letting that elongated nipple "pop" from my mouth. My glazed eyes closely stared at that engorged heaving breast, milk droplets still oozing from the half-dozen flared ducts. I chuckled softly when I noticed that my lips had left a bright distinct red lipstick print on both sides of her stiff fat nipple and all across that puckered areola. "I'll have to remember to wipe those off," I thought, now feeling like a burglar eyeing his stolen goods. I don't want to tip Hector off that someone else has invaded his larder and savored his prime poultry. Maria again screamed, "Pleeeezzzzzeee, Jackie," while pulling my head back to her still-bursting yearning breast. As I now strongly suckled on her engorged pink breast, Maria began "moaning" louder, wiggling her body around a bit. I could feel her warm hand begin caressing my wobbling bulging belly, first through my baby- doll top, then slipping up underneath warmly rubbing against my taut bloated flesh. Her warm tender caresses on my beachball belly felt sooo good. My "sighs" were only muffled by that fat oozing rubbery nipple in my greedy mouth. Without interrupting my suckling, I slid my hand down along the front of her taut slacks and began gently rubbing between her firm legs exactly where she had been before. My strong hot fingers could easily feel her excited nub straining out through both her panties and slacks, making its own little tent. Those naughty fingers scratched at that twitching nub like an itch, but it didn't go away, only sprouted longer, fatter, and so much more rigid. Maria's reaction to my "scratches" was immediate ~~ loudly "sighing," throwing her head back and spreading her legs wider, allowing my hot naughty fingers complete access. That damp spot blossomed wider and wider on those taut wiggling slacks. Soon, she was thrusting her proud undulating crotch out even further, my circling fingers feeling that bump growing and expanding into a firm thick stem. It now reminded me of the penis on a very young boy, and wiggled around just as playfully now that it was uncontrollably excited. "If only I could suck on that fat pink nub *and* her squirting breast at the same time," my greedy mind thought. That stiff sprouting nub twitching against my fingers, plus the warm sweet mother's milk streaming down my throat, soothing my tummy, excited my body to even greater heights. I suckled harder, keeping that breast firmly under control, while the rest of her body wiggled, jerked, and gyrated. I pressed my lips deeper into her moist unyielding breast-flesh, forcing that poor engorged breast to deliver more and more of Maria's warm sweet milk into my greedy mouth. All these swirling sensations forced me to stimulate Maria even more, maybe, just maybe, enticing her turned-on body to produce extra ounces of warm sweet milk ~~ just for me. After only a few minutes of teasingly stroking her wet twitching crotch, I slid my hand back up, hearing her "whimper" loudly in frustration. I unbuttoned that waist button, then very slowly lowered down the zipper, tooth "click" by tooth "click," pausing after each "click" to let her anticipation increase. The palm of my hand could feel her warm bare stomach balloon further through that ever increasing gap with every "click." (She still did have some "baby" fat from her pregnancy.) In utter exasperation, Maria wiggled a little too much tugging that zipper- pull from my hand. She "groaned" in disappointment, then frantically whispered only *one* word forcibly in my ear, "Hurry !!" Now, even her slacks were helping me by automatically peeling forward in a "V." As soon as that zipper was finally low enough, Maria wriggled them down a little, her actions begging my naughty hand to enter. Her increasingly-halting passionate breathing was continuously exciting all the nerves of my left ear and sending tingles zipping directly to my drooling pussy. Finally, my naughty hand slid underneath her white cotton bikini panties, getting almost scalded from the intense heat of her yearning young pussy. Maria just "sighed," humping her pussy forward to greet that truant hand. That malingering hand briefly paused to play with Maria's black curls, twirling, then flattening them, feeling her twitch and buck with each rough twist. That heated inferno jumped up, again humping that hand, trying to force it lower. Having teased enough, it slid lower directly feeling the upper juncture of her hot wet gyrating slit, but avoiding her fat hard sprouted clitty. Those lined cotton panties were sopping, that inferno of a puss must have been juicing the whole time she had been breast-feeding Anita. Maria may have seemed "shy and reserved," but her pussy surely wasn't ~~ it was an honest-to-God "hot-box" !! Throughout all this play, I never missing a beat with my suckling, so enjoying the feeling of that sweet warm milk squirting in my mouth, then trickling down my throat. I could feel her fat rubbery nipple twitch in time with her pussy as if they were directly connected. Sometimes my lips could also feel the heartbeat in her breast-flesh, rhythmically pumping that engorged flesh even tighter against my pursed demanding lips. I finally slipped that probing hand even further underneath, surprised to find those hot humping pussy lips completely bare, not a single curly hair. The only hair on her plump mound was that curly tuft at the top. "Mmmmmm," I thought, "that tuft must look *really* sexy when Maria was completely naked." I adored how her puffy pouting lips so naturally spread, allowing my probing fingers total access to their heated dripping interior. Luckily, those muscles had not toned up again since the delivery of her baby. My stroking gooey fingers could feel every tiny bump on her slick shaved pussy lips, making them tingle, then blossom even further, wantonly begging those stiff digits to plunge deeply inside. The fingers of Maria's hot hand tried to sneak lower to rub me in the same hot spot as I was rubbing her. Strain as she might, my bulging belly was always ballooning in her way. In surrender, since she couldn't reach my wet pouting puss, she settled on just firmly massaging my wobbling beachball and playing with my long fat protruding belly-button. Tweaking that stem sent tingles to my dribbling puss, just like playing with my long fat nipples. My naughty fingers vigorously rubbed up and down each wet bare pussy lip, pressing harder to separated them even further. Her thick nectar oozed and drooled out her love-tunnel, completely coating each stiff finger. Each would have made a very tasty treat, except I didn't know how Maria would react ~~ maybe some other time. Each stroke brought a loud "ooooooh" or a long resounding "sigh" from Maria as she got closer and closer to her so-needed climax. Every once in a while, I would slip one gooey finger inside that hot love-tunnel just a little, wiggling it around or quickly pump it in and out. I enjoyed feeling Maria shake and shiver as she valiantly pushed down further on that long stiff digit, trying to suck as much as possible into her hot rippling love- tunnel. My finger could feel her love-tunnel muscles contract on it, vainly trying keep it prisoner inside, never wanting to let it escape. Even with her milk output greatly decreasing, I kept on suckling but began tweaking and teasing her hard wet nipple more and more with my stiff wide tongue. I also intensified my caresses, now concentrating on her rigid sprouted clitty. In only a couple minutes, her pussy began violently contracting, her whole body bucking against that wobbling counter supporting us. "Oh, yessssssssss" was all I heard as she continued thrashing and bucking even harder against that counter and *me*, "gasping" for breath. After her first two ferocious spasms, I had to release that hard dark nipple. I gleefully watched it jiggle and bounce, glistening and sparkling in the light from both her milk and my saliva. At the same time, her proud bare pussy began gushing on my still-wiggling hand as she violently jerked and thrashed once or twice more. Finally in emotional exhaustion, she collapsed, still shaking, in my arms, leaning against the counter. Once she had settled back down, my greedy lips so wanted to again grab that warm wet nipple but knowing that her breast was probably a little sore, I resisted and didn't. I contented myself with quietly sucking on my naughty fingers, one by one, that had been roaming around her hot erupting volcano. "Ummmm," I thought, "She tastes sooo good. Now there is one more thing I liked about Maria." Maria finally half-opened her still-glazed eyes and grinned at me from ear to ear. "Ooooo, Jackie, that felt sooo great," she chirped with a breathless sigh, "I've felt this good only *once* with Hector." "Don't worry," I consoled her, "You're both young and have plenty of time to learn about each other's bodies. At least now, you know what you're looking for and can help Hector to find it for you." "Does doing this with another woman always feel this good ?" Maria asked as she again began caressing my bloated belly with both warm still- shaking hands. "Usually, but a man can make you feel this good also. He just has to be taught how to do it. Most men are trainable." I told Maria ~~ a little bit of a fib. "*Now*, what about you ?" Maria asked with a wicked smile as she intensified her caressing, now tweaking my long wiggling belly-button stem. "I want to make *you* feel just as good as you've made me feel." "I'm ok for now." I told Maria ~~ another much less accurate fib, "and we really don't have time. We've been in here 45 minutes already. If we stay in here much longer *even* Hector will get suspicious." Maria pouted, then frowned, but nodded in agreement. "Before you leave today, I want your address *and* your phone number. We *definitely* need to talk' some more." Taking five minutes to compose ourselves, we both walked outside, our bodies very close together. Smiling, Maria yelled to Hector, "Everything is ok now." Hector just shrugged and didn't say a word. The rest of that afternoon with Hector and Maria was just great. Maria and I would tease each other, exchanging covert winks or running our tongues across our moist parted lips. Once, maybe twice, Maria's warm fingers pinched my firm buns when Hector wasn't looking, as I wiggled back a very hot reply. Before I left that day, I gave Maria my address and phone number and she gave me hers. Next week while Hector is at work and Anita is napping, we hope to get together for a more in-depth "talk." I sure hope Anita is fussy that day and leaves gallons of warm sweet mother's milk for *me* !! * * * * * I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think at jacquilyn@hotmail.com. 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