Breasts can be a handfull - Sex Stories

Breasts can be a handfull

... interested in my newly developed milk. While its not much at first, I knew the next milk build would come in full f***e and I honestly didn't know how I would make it through. I began looking for the breast pump but it was nowhere to be seen, which was really annoying… Anyway, there I was feeling frustrated when my next door neighbour called on me that lunchtime. He's a decent bloke, lives on the right of our house and while we chatted, I couldn't help but notice that he was fascinated by my breasts. He seemed unable to keep his eyes off them. I suppose I couldn't really blame him as my nipples were firm and showing through my thin white shirt.. I also hadn't realised that my nipples were slightly leaking milk and there were two damp patches on my shirt. When I glanced down I eventually saw this and felt embarrassed. I mumbled an apology. He looked at me and said, "Num, num." At this moment my baby started to cry so I had to see to him, I unbuttoned two top buttons of my shirt and I said goodbye to my neighbour. I soon settled my baby, which was just as well, as I was in a state of confusion as to how I left my neighbour. Did I unbutton my shirt before or after I shut door? I went to change my damp shirt and looked into the mirror thinking I might have flashed my breasts at Mr. Bishop. I took off my shirt, looked at my breasts and they were nothing to be ashamed of. The nipples seemed tense and were sticking out like jelly beans. I touched them lightly and shuddered with ...

... pleasure and began to massage my breasts. Milk was, by now, leaking from my nipples and running down my stomach. I kept on playing, pulling on my nipples and my hands wet with milk until suddenly I groaned and shuddered to a mighty orgasm. I erupted inside with an great orgasm and my knickers were drenched with my cum juices. I was leaking from my breasts and my pussy. Eventually I calmed down, showered and changed. That night around 2:30am early morning my prince wouldn’t stop crying nor drinking milk. I am getting desperate, what am I going to do? I bought him downstairs, Just then over the baby’s crying I hear a soft knock on the door. Not sure whether I really heard a knock, I ignored it. But, then I heard another louder knock. I hurried up, fastened the two top buttons on my hubbys oversized shirt I was wearing and walked to the door. Looking through the peep hole, I see it is my next door neighbour. Oh, great, bet the baby woke him. I opened the door. "Hi, Mr. Bishop. I am sooo sorry about my prince's crying. I hope we didn't wake you up." Mr. Bishop is Tall, about 6'3", 46 years old and still lean. His wife of 16 years, Helen, just left him about 5 months ago and moved to Canada. "I've been listening to your little baby crying now for 2 hours and it brought back memories of when Helen and I brought home our baby boy from the hospital. Alex, you wont know him. Anyway, I thought maybe I could be assistance or even a little bit of moral support." "Mr. Bishop, please come in! ...