Page 52 of Milk & Cookie

Vince nuzzles at my breasts and laps at the milk that spilled from them when I came.

Then he glances at the alarm clock on his bedside.

“Do you have somewhere else to be?” I ask with a giggle.

“Fuck no. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. I’m just making sure I give you some gravity-assisted marinating time, before I flip you over and take you again.”

My pussy clenches, and Vince grins as a rush of cum bubbles out of me. He pushes some back in, and then smudges a bit on my asshole, making me shiver and spill again.

“Vince.”

“Okay. I’ll stop playing for five minutes and go get you some sort of refreshments,” he says with a grin.

He comes back with a tall drink of water, a reusable straw, a bowl of strawberries, some pumpkin seeds, two electric breast pumps I’ve never seen before, and a cold damp cloth.

“You bring interesting items to a party.” I flutter my lashes and sip from the straw he’s holding for me.

“That’s a cute compliment,” he says, practically glowing, as he feeds me a strawberry.

He lays the cold cloth over my pussy and rests his hand on it, cooling the heated stir he’s caused there.

“What do you have planned?” I ask when I feel his excitement growing and see the rigor back in his cock.

“You, on all fours. Pumps on your breasts. My cock, stirring that fine gravy inside you, before I make you come again and give you more.”

I tilt my head from side to side, as if thinking about opting out, and then smile. “Sounds wonderful. I’m going to wake up so lubricated with cum in the morning, I’ll be able to climb straight onto your cock and fuck you awake for another milking session before we go to the bakery.”

“Your milk and bred cookie is my favorite breakfast,” he says before taking my mouth in another brutal kiss that leaves me breathless.

“Enough refreshments,” he declares, breathing hard. He removes the cooling cloth from my pussy and the pillow from under my ass, and then I’m flipped over and scooted up the bed into an all-fours position. The change of direction affects the cum inside me, which starts to drip down the backs of my legs.

Vince is captivated a moment and utters a long, rumbling moan. He gently attaches each pump to a breast, and he’s caring but efficient, like a skilled farmer. He makes sure I’m comfortable before he rests back on his heels, to watch my body respond to the suction when he increases it.

My nipples prickle and swell with the tugging pressure, and I moan in relief when they begin spraying into the collection bottles. Vince gives a nod of approval, strokes a hand down my back, and gives my rump a playful slap. “Let’s get you primed again for your bull, Angel.”

He smears more of Ben’s balm on his cock, and then focuses his attention upon my rear end. He moves in close, and it all feels new and exciting — both being pumped mechanically by noisy machines, and having him working behind me, where I can’t see what he’s doing and can only feel his massive presence.

Heat radiates off his big, muscular thighs, warming the backs of my own until he shifts away.

He climbs off the bed and returns promptly with a thick pile of blankets. He arranges them into a soft platform, and then sets my back half up onto it, so my ass is raised higher than my front.

He moves in close once more, and spreads my knees wider before tilting my pelvis, to open and present my pussy for him.

I shiver, and a warm, wet trickle of cum slides down over my clit and falls from my curls to the blankets below. A hungry moan escapes Vince, and he rubs the warm, bulky head of his cock through my folds. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing.

I whimper as the longing for him to push inside intensifies, but instead of doing what I need, he withholds his cock. He grips my hips and gives me a firm shake that sets my breasts and their weighty pumps swinging. It makes the pull of their suction feel even stronger, and I shift my back end restlessly, needier than ever.

Vince rests his large palm between my shoulder blades and presses my front half lower. It brings my raised ass even higher, to sway in the air in time to the rhythmical sound of the pumps.

Something warm and soft and wet drops onto my asshole, and my body trembles with both surprise and delight. It happens again. Like he’s dripping cum directly onto my tightest hole. It tickles in a way that makes my pussy squeeze and my ass want to beg for attention.

“Mmm… That’s a cute little asshole you’re twitching at me, Angel.” More warm fluid splatters at me in a rush of drops. “Makes me think about how long I’d need to spend stretching it if you ever did want me in there.” The broad flat side of his thumb massages my puckered hole in such a firm, slippery manner I start to give around it. He rubs faster, heating my back entrance until my pussy clamps and more cum spills out onto the bed. My legs are too wide, my hips angled too high to resist the pressure, and I moan as he dips in and out of my ass, until my legs tremble and my pussy pulls so tight I’m squeezing all his cum out. “Vince.”

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve got more cum ready for you,” he assures me, fucking his thumb more firmly into my ass. “So. Much. More.”

And then the pressure is gone, and I’m a shaking, needy mess. My nipples are throbbing in the most intense way, and I just know I’ve been pumped empty. If the suction stays on, I’m going to have more milk and giant breasts tomorrow. Vince is going to have to milk me twice as often, to keep Mom from getting suspicious about what I’m doing with it all.

My pussy seizes with delight of Vince’s feeding from me twice as often.

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