Page 50 of Milk & Cookie

The ripples start at my fingertips, and then blast through her pussy like a shockwave, until she’s squeezing my fingers in a milking motion, and her entrance is trembling around my knuckles with suction-like quivers that make my dick so fucking jealous.

“Gorgeous,” I mumble into her hair, as I fight the urge to come in my jeans. “I’m going to keep you so well, Angel. Happy and healthy. I’ll give you all your vitamins and minerals. Plenty of sunshine. Fuck — I’m going to get us a babysitter a few times a week, just so I can fuck you while the sun shines on your back. It’ll be part of the cardio we do, to keep conception-level fit.”

Fred mumbles in agreement, and slowly rides my hand, until the last of her spasms leave her wilted. Every muscle she has relaxes the way I wanted her to, and I slowly stroke my way out of her still quivering cunt.

“Good job, beautiful.” I press a kiss to her head, and then get to my feet. “I should probably get back to the kitchen,” I say, adjusting my erection to be less visible — an impossible task. I unbutton my pants, and reach for her soap.

She follows me with hooded eyes, as I kneel at the end of her clawfoot tub, and I watch her pretty tits rise and fall with her quickened breath, while I slick my cock. She spreads her legs, propping her feet up on the sides of the tub, and then holds open the lips between her thighs, to show me her flushed and frilly cunt.

The stretching has been going well. She’s looking more accessible, and I fucking love seeing the evidence of it. The shape of her gash suggests there’s progress being made on the extra fold of skin I need her entrance to have near her rear — the little bit of give I’ll need, to be able to fuck her more easily, without fearing she’ll tear.

I stroke my cock faster, loving the wet sound. It’s the same carnal music we’ll make when I breed her, and then fuck her seeded cunt again, to double-dose her.

Her eyes are wide and wild with excitement, and she pushes herself up onto her knees, milking her breasts for me while she watches my veiny cock swell and strain in my hand. She comes closer, lifts her gaze to mine, and opens her mouth, waiting.

“Fuck.” I get to my feet and point my big cock at her tongue, as I stare at her face, all pretty, with bright eyes and rosy cheeks. My balls draw tight, and I clench my jaw as I aim, but my hand starts to shake.

Fred wraps her dainty fingers over mine, leans in, and licks my slit before open-mouth kissing it.

I fucking blow straight in her mouth, and she gulps it down, but there’s way too much for her. It spills from her lips, to drip down her chin and breasts, and I keep spurting more. She grins and opens her mouth again to catch it, but she gets more on her face when she has to close and swallow.

I stagger a little, and her grip on my cock tightens.

She pulls me in and milks the last of my cum onto her tongue, while she gazes up at me with my mess all over her face.

I moan and drag a hand through my hair. “Well, that’s one way to get your fucking vitamins. I hope you still have room for your dinner. And dessert. The girls and I made you ice cream.”

Fred stops licking me clean and then reaches for a washcloth, to finish tidying me up. “I’ll always have room for ice cream, my love.”

EPILOGUE

FRED

Igaze upon the muscles working in Vince’s back, as he plasters the ceiling of the renovated, nearly-ready-for-paint nursery. He doesn’t even need a ladder; he just reaches up with his trowel and smears the plaster back and forth in long, arcing motions, to smooth it out. He works hard and fast, and he makes it all look easy. The man’s work ethic is incredible, and I’ve noticed a significant boost in his energy lately.

His diet and exercise regimes appear to be working, and he’s taken to wearing loose shorts all the time, to help increase his sperm count — and my enjoyment, because the fabric is printed with rainbows and unicorns, and he looks adorably hilarious.

When Daryl teased him about his silly clown clothes, Vince said the girls like them, and he’ll keep making his girls happy, no matter how silly people think he looks.

That was about the time the unicorn shorts started looking less silly and a lot more sexy, and watching his hunky ass do home improvements is the icing on the cake. I have a major hankering for some cottage-time, and now that the girls are all in bed, the night is ours.

I walk up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and strum his abs with my fingers. “Nearly done?” I ask, sneaking my fingers beneath the elasticated band of his sporty shorts and sliding south.

“Almost.” His voice cracks on the second syllable, as I take hold of his cock with both hands and drag them slowly back and forth along his length. Within three strokes, he’s hard and breathing like a bull. “Fuck. Angel.”

I explore below his dick, cup his heavy balls in my palms, and run my thumbs over the textured skin of his scrotum. I’ve been observing him closely while we’ve been waiting for me to ovulate. His testicles are definitely bigger than last week. I can only imagine how much cum he’s going to seed me with, when he’s made sure I was the only one getting serviced for the last few days.

He makes me come every day, while subjecting me to multiple thorough stretchings, and he seems very satisfied with my progress. I’m showered with more praise than I know what to do with, and there appears to be no end to the pleasure I give him — even though I technically haven’t been giving him the pleasure.

That’s all going to change tonight, though. The time has come, and I couldn’t be more ready to be bred.

“How do they feel, Angel?” His cock jerks like it wants more attention, and that’s exactly what it’s going to get.

“Full,” I whisper and press a kiss to his spine. “And ready.”

His breaths come even faster. “Ready? Now?”

I tilt my head and gently bite his side. He wiggles and chuckles, and a field of gooseflesh rises over his flat belly as I trail my fingers back up his body. “So ready,” I assure him. “Let’s go make a baby.”

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