Page 31 of Milk & Cookie

“Got it.” I look at the remaining two inches of cock she hasn’t managed to take, and nod before I pull back. “That’s pretty fucking incredible for such a wee thing, Freddie. I’m impressed.”

She shines under the praise and her eyes sparkle up at me as I fuck her in the sweet zone. “I like the way your massive balls smack my ass in this position,” she says before closing her eyes and broadening her smile. “And how drenched with cum I sound.”

I grunt as fingers of pleasure wrap around my balls and tighten their grip. “I love your well-bred little cunt slathering its wetness all over my big sack too, baby.” I fuck her faster, loving how she feels around my cock. There’s no way I’ll have time to make her come again before I blow.

The orgasm is upon me before I can even hope to contain it, and I still within her, as it shudders through me. “Take it inside, Angel.” I pulse my rushing seed at her limits. “Keep it safe.”

11

FRED

Vince’s bed is a broken mess.

I’m a broken mess.

My pussy has its own pulse, and it’s throbbing with a weirdly pleasant tenderness, kind of like my muscles get after a great workout. Which is what I had planned to be doing before I veered off course, snuck into the ass-fucker’s basement, and rode Vince’s jumbo dong. Which, come to think about it, was also a pretty great workout.

I shiver again, and he moans. “I could watch your chubby little cunt tremble and spill my seed all day long, Angel. You look bred to fucking perfection.”

His words hit my pussy as if it’s a target. Another spasm of pleasure grips my core, and more cum leaks out of me.

Vince utters another sound of something between appreciation and longing. “Stop it, or I’ll try to fuck you again, and I’ve already made you swell tight like a fucking clam. You don’t want to know how badly I want to pry you back open and dive in.”

He leans in close and gently nurses my sensitive clit with his mouth, and my pussy quivers with glee. “You’re making me lose more of your goodness,” I say with a whimper.

“Hopefully not all of it.” He lifts his gaze to my face. “I’m hoping you’ll carry some with you a while. See if it sticks.”

My face warms. “Me too,” I admit. “I’m kind of worried about how much I’ll lose when I stand up.”

He shakes his head and grins. “Don’t be scared, Angel. You’ll keep plenty of chances snug and warm, and the rest will put on a spectacular show. You want to see?”

He looks so excited, I can’t help but be curious. “Yes.”

“I’ll help you up.” He rushes to position himself beside the bed. “And don’t worry about the mess.” He closes my legs, keeping them tight against each other, and then lifts me in one easy motion, so I’m standing on his bed.

The moment gravity finds me, the warm rush begins. I step my legs a little further apart and watch an insane amount of semen drip and slide down my thighs. It tickles, and I press my legs together, smearing it over my skin before stepping even wider.

Cum drips onto the bed covers, and I look up to see Vince’s mesmerized expression as he stands and stares. “Fucking gorgeous.”

His cock is on the rise again, but it’s his balls I’m looking at now. They’re huge. Twice the size of any I’ve seen. Then again, the rest of him is like that too. I bend and cup them in my palms.

“You want me to turn my head and cough? Or are you making plans, now that they’re yours?”

I meet his gaze and swallow hard. “Mine?”

“All yours, Angel,” he whispers. He palms my breasts and strokes his thumbs over my nipples. “You’re going to get more milk coming in soon.”

I nod. The sight of his hands on my breasts fills my mind with memories of his strong suction. My pussy twitches, and it sends more cum sliding down my legs. “So much milk,” I agree. “Too much for my baby. She’s practically weaned.”

Vince gives one of my nipples a firm, milking squeeze and brings tiny, white droplets to its surface. He leans in and suckles gently before slowly releasing me and bringing his focus to my face. “There may not ever be enough for me,” he says in a tone so husky and heated, I almost don’t register the state of his cock when it slaps against my forearms.

I look down to where I’m still cupping his big balls and stare at his hard-again cock. I had this behemoth inside me. That is impressive. And I’m pretty sure the only reason I didn’t get shredded by the thing, was because I was so juiced up and turned on by him, feeding at my breasts.

We both like my breastfeeding him. A lot.

I stand taller. “I’ll make more,” I say before thinking better of it.

“I’d like that,” he whispers and latches on to my other breast.

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