Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14

... my legs as my kegels tensed. I leaned back slightly so he could unlatch, and I could look at him for a second and focus on something else. There were streaks of milk all down his cheeks, and all down his chest and stomach where I had been steadily dripping. I glanced down and could see the beads of milk forming at my left nipple, but my right, which he had just unlatched from, was in full on auto spray. Three gentle arcs trickling from me and onto his chest.

"That is... so fucking sexy." He uttered in disbelief, and I felt my face flush. Seeing him enjoying my milk like this, seeing the effects it was having on us... I don't even know how to explain it, but it made my heart burst with warmth and the overwhelming desire to just.... to take care of him in every way imaginable. To make him happy. I smiled and leaned down to kiss him hard. My face almost crashing against his, my nose flattening against his cheek as I tilted my hips and slid them back slightly to let my back straighten and my hands rest flat on his chest. I felt my boobs flatten against the backs of my hands, getting wet with my still leaking milk as we kissed. I ran my tongue along my lips and felt his lips part, and instinctively I teased his lips with my tongue, until I felt his against mine, and I closed my lips gently over the tip of his tongue, sucking just a little bit before returning to a more chaste kiss. He looked frazzled when I broke the kiss so we could get some air, and I quickly scooted up in ...

... his lap again, so my tits could be back in reach. I leaned forward and he quickly latched on to my still spraying right nipple to catch the flow. After a little bit, I managed to calm myself enough to relax some and savor it. I fell into a zoned out state of just slow breathing and letting him drain me, so it was somewhat jarring when he had finished switching back and forth, and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"I didn't think I was going to empty you like that, that went by so fast." He said.

I looked down and saw the mess of little milk splatters on his torso, noting how, while my boobs didn't look much smaller, they definitely didn't feel nearly as heavy for my shoulders. I absentmindedly rubbed my nipples with my fingertips, they were still a little tender to the touch, but the ache was sated.

"Wow, I actually didn't expect you to drink it all either." I admitted. "Thank you, I really appreciate how much you enjoy doing this with me."

He smiled and then gently urged me off of him so he could get up. "Uhh... can you get me like... a paper towel or something please?"

I laughed and held my boobs to my chest as I briskly made my way into the kitchen, pulling two paper towels, and making one of them damp at the sink. I returned to him and helped wipe him down, cleaning the mess I'd made from his body. It was... weirdly erotic, and I had to admit I could feel myself stir between my legs again. But I chose to ignore it, still basking in the warm afterglow of ...