[Glen2712]

My Breast Friend

Warm titty milk sprayed over my balls and cock, like a mist. It painted my fuck-set white. Slowly Chantal began to lap at her cream. Her tongue cradled each nut before swirling up and around the shaft to draw a lazy line under my ridge cap. Gentle nibbles circled the crown before she hoovered my dick between her lips and sucked me down to the base in one long, delicious lunge. She stayed there for a minute, and I could feel her throat muscles working around me, squeezing my throbbing pecker.

Chantal kept sucking, her cheeks hollowing in with the effort, as her head bobbed back up. Looking me right in the eye, the doll flicked her tongue over and into my piss slit. Then, suddenly, her lips were nursing on my base again. Damn, this girl was one fine cocksucker.

The 22-year-old’s pendulous breasts pressed into my thigh, and as her nipples rubbed up and down my leg, they leaked mama milk. I could feel my skin getting wet. Wow! I couldn’t believe this was our first date! Usually, with young, single, new mothers, it takes at least two dates before I get the gal into bed. You see, young, single MILFs are my specialty, my area of expertise, if you will. I have this fetish for titty milk. Okay, I admit it, I’m a bit of a sick pup. Sometimes I really start liking the woman, but by the time she stops lactating, I’m gone—on to a new fresh mommy. I can’t help myself. There’s just nothing sexier on God’s Earth than breasts heavy with milk and capped by long, hard, swollen nipples, droplets of cream dangling from the tips. The taste? Sweet and indescribably delicious.

Now Chantal was smothering my slammer with succulent titty. She pressed the sides of her mambos together till her milk spigots met around my shaft and actually touched. Fuck, that was a sight I don’t think I’ll forget even if I live to be a hundred years old.

She massaged her bazooms—make that her bazooms massaged my cock—up and down. Drops of moo juice slid into her cleavage and lubed our titty-fuck. I was getting so close to coming, I shuddered from head to toe. I think Chantal sensed it too.

All of a sudden she stopped jacking and moved her jugs up to my prick cap. Then the chick pushed a stiff, half-inch-long nipple into my peehole! That’s not all, folks, The blond bombshell squeezed her knocker till milk filled my piss slit and trickled over the sides of my schlong.

Well, I don’t need to tell you that I was coming then. Chantal pulled back a bit and let me paint both melons with my own special brand of cream. One by one she lifted her beautiful lobes to her lips and licked up my jizz. Let me just say that she was very thorough. Did this girl have a bit of a breast fixation of her own? At the least, her ta-tas must have been pretty sensitive, because by the time she was done, the hottie was moaning for me to fuck her. In less than a heartbeat, my bone was rock hard again.

The little mother rode me cowgirl style, her cunt clutching my spear so nicely. Best of all, in the middle of our schtup, she leaned over to let me nurse on a fat milkbag. The second my lips latched onto her teat, Chantal hit her own intense climax. She started trembling as her warm cream rolled over my tongue, and I enjoyed my second orgasm. Fuck, I was in heaven!

Later, there we were, just lying in bed naked, enjoying the afterglow, when I realized that I really didn’t know anything about my new lover. After all, I had only met her that afternoon in the neighborhood grocery store.

So Chantal and I small-talked and covered some of the basics.

Eventually, I asked how old her baby was.

“He’s four years old!” she replied. “What?!” I howled.

Chantal explained how she’d kept pumping her titties even after she’d stopped breast-feeding her young one—so the milk would keep flowing. With a twinkle in her eye she described how she had a little milk fetish of her own. Pinching a nipple, she sprayed me again to emphasize that point.

Who knows? I might have just found the woman of my dreams.