"Are you feeling okay?" Jerry asked, staring at the older woman he was having dinner with. "You're awfully quiet."
"Just some discomfort," Nikki replied. "And I'm a bit distracted tonight. Tomorrow would have been my wedding anniversary."
"I'm sorry," said Jerry. "I didn't realize that. Anything I can do? About your distraction or your discomfort?"
"Nothing for the distraction," Nikki replied with a smile. "He's been gone for five years and I'm perfectly fine. It just hits me hard for a minute or two sometimes around anniversaries and holidays. As for the discomfort, unless you have a sudden taste for breast milk there isn't much you can do."
Nikki was thirty-five years old and had just given birth six weeks ago. Being a young widow with more than enough money in the bank she hadn't hesitated to offer her help to one of her oldest friends and her husband when they began searching for a surrogate.
The pregnancy had gone as smoothly as possible, and had filled the last year with enough purpose and interaction with people that Nikki felt like she had finally and completely moved on from the tragedy that had taken her husband.
Into the chaos of all that she had opened her home to the son of an old family friend who needed a place to stay when he started college. Initially Jerry was going to stay with her for just a few weeks while he sought other housing, but he was such a huge help to her during the final stages of her pregnancy that she'd asked him to stay a bit longer.
After the baby was born she'd told him he was welcome to stay indefinitely.
"I have plenty of room," she'd told him. "And you're close to campus, and with the cost of everything skyrocketing you can save quite a bit by staying here."
"I'd feel like I was taking advantage though," he said. "I don't want to be an intrusion."
"I don't need any money," she told him. "So you certainly won't be hurting me financially. And that means I won't take any rent. But if you wanted to help around here with some cooking and household chores once in a while I wouldn't object. As long as you understand that your classes come first."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "It would be for the whole school year."
"We get along pretty good," she reminded him. "And after all these years alone I kind of like the company. I'm sure."
Nikki wasn't quite old enough to be Jerry's mother, but they settled into a relationship that was something like brother and sister.
They shared a sense of humor, and Jerry was thrilled to discover that this older woman liked horror movies almost as much as he did. And she was delighted that he was skilled in the kitchen and enjoyed cooking.
Initially Nikki had worried about having him around. More than one person had suggested that a single woman would be asking for trouble by inviting a college freshman to live with her, but Nikki was often someone who made up her own mind instead of relying on others to tell her what she should or shouldn't do.
Jerry turned out to be fairly quiet and shy, but the two of them had bonded quickly, and without realizing it they were each helping the other come out of their self-created bubbles of isolation.
Now Jerry sat at the dinner table staring at her.
"Breastmilk?" he asked, his mind a sudden blank, except for the mental image of her breasts that he couldn't shake.
He'd been curious about what Nikki would look like naked for weeks now. Lately his fantasies about touching, holding, kissing, licking, and sucking her breasts had been particularly intrusive.
"Yes," she laughed.
She got up and grabbed another bottle of water out of the fridge, paying close attention to how hard Jerry was working to avoid looking at her chest.
"I've been pumping since the baby was born," she continued. "Greg and Robin are getting breastmilk from Robin's sister and don't need mine. But I decided to pump anyway for a bit, just in case they had a need. But I've got more than enough stored at this point, and any I pump tonight will just go right down the drain."
"Is that bad?" Jerry asked. "To put it down the drain?"
"No it isn't," Nikki said. "It just feels wasteful. But I've been putting it off for several hours and I need to get it out. So that coupled with being lost in my memories is what you're looking at."
"I'm glad it's nothing more serious," he said, standing and beginning to clear the dishes off the table. "I have no idea what breastmilk tastes like, or I'd gladly offer to take some off your hands."
He was rinsing their silverware off before putting it in the dishwasher, and after several seconds he became acutely aware that she hadn't responded. Suddenly worried that he'd offended her he turned around, narrowly missing the way she had been staring at his ass as she averted her gaze.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That came out wrong. I wasn't trying to be creepy."
"Sure," she said with a grin. "Offer to help a lady out and then retract as soon as it gets a little weird."
"Well you did say the best rent substitute you could think of was for me to pitch in around here," he said, relieved that he hadn't offended her. "Say the word and I'll gladly help you with your breast chores."
She was putting the leftover food into the fridge and smiled to herself.
In the middle of her pregnancy, she had suddenly found herself hornier than she'd ever been in her life. Her sexual fantasies came constantly during the day, and her fingers and vibrator had hardly been able to keep up with her orgasmic needs.
She had expected the pressing need for sexual release to pass after she gave birth, but instead it had been getting worse.
She'd gotten in the routine of pumping in her room before bed, and her constant arousal coupled with the pressure on her sore nipples had led to some soul shattering orgasms in the privacy of her bedroom while she ground herself on a pillow and screamed into her mattress.
At the moment the slightly flirtatious banter with Jerry and her bodies need for its nightly orgasm had her panties soaked, and she wondered once again exactly how far her young houseguest might be willing to go.
She'd caught him looking at her legs when she wore shorts around the house, and knew that he always strained to not look down her blouse at her breasts.
She mostly attributed that to his age and the needs of his own libido, but more and more often it was a fantasy of Jerry holding her or kissing her that popped into her head in that delicious moment between control slipping away and her orgasm starting.
At first she assumed that was because he was the most constant male presence in her life, but lately she'd been realizing that despite their sixteen year age gap she was drawn to him for reasons other than the fact that he slept down the hall from her.
She turned to look at him, holding eye contact as they grinned at each other, each of them trying to gauge just how serious this flirting was, and how much was just friendly teasing.
"I'm told that breastmilk is very beneficial for young men," she told him. "It's healthy and nutritious, and it will help with your sexual drive and stamina."
"Are you...?" he stammered in a near whisper. "Really?"
"Fuck yes Jerry," she whispered, leaning close to him. "If you're serious about helping me with my breasts, you'll definitely be getting something out of it. If you ever get curious about wanting a taste just knock on my door."
With a wink she turned and left the kitchen, delighting in the look of surprise and lust on his young face.
Her hands were sweaty, and her heart was pounding, and she grinned to herself as she climbed the stairs, knowing that at the very least he'd be jerking off while thinking about her while she fingered herself while thinking about him.
Jerry stood in the kitchen for several minutes, completely dumbfounded by what she'd just said. They'd teased each other before, but it had mostly reminded him of the way he and his sister had teased each other.
For the past ten days or so it had taken on another dimension however, and tonight had been the most sexually charged banter yet.
Even as he busied himself by wiping the counters and the table and setting the dishwasher to run in the early morning hours, he was aware of the constant throbbing of his cock as he imagined Nikki offering one of her breasts to his hungry mouth.
The truth was he'd wondered about the taste of breastmilk almost constantly for the past several weeks, and he nightly stroked himself to orgasm while fantasizing about Nikki's body.
He decided that the sensible thing to do would be to go upstairs and head straight for his own room.
Nikki's house was built with two master bedrooms, one at each end of a long hallway. There were four other bedrooms and two bathrooms between their rooms, and Jerry could lock himself into his and stroke himself to orgasm without worrying about being heard.
However he sensed that tonight was some sort of a turning point in their relationship.
If he ignored her flirtatious invitation and went to his room the opportunity might never offer itself again. He doubted that her feelings would be hurt, but he suspected that their teasing would return to something resembling a brother and sister, instead of two single and horny adults.
He also considered the possibility that maybe she'd just been teasing him and would be offended by him taking her seriously. But he was horny enough that he couldn't convince himself to completely embrace that possibility.
"I'll offer to go shopping after class tomorrow," he thought. "I'll knock on her door and ask if she needs anything. If she wasn't flirting she'll just focus on the grocery list and I'll go to my own room feeling like an asshole."
He pulled up the note taking app on his phone, and hurriedly added a handful of groceries that he knew they needed to it, before turning off all the lights and heading for the stairs.
He had decided that even if he just got a taste of breastmilk without anything sexual happening, it would still be the highlight of his sexual life.
His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty as he got to the top of the stairs and glanced to his right. Once he headed towards her room there would be no other explanation about where he was going if she opened her door.
He took a deep breath and headed towards her room, feeling foolish and brave and scared and excited all at the same time.
The hallway was dark and he moved quietly, almost hoping he'd hear her shower running as an excuse to bail out. But he couldn't hear anything but the nighttime sounds of the house, and somewhere outside distant thunder.
He realized his hand was shaking as he lifted it to knock on her door, and as his knuckles brushed against the door it pushed open, as if she was waiting on him.
Nikki had gone to her room and closed the door, leaning against it with her eyes closed, paying close attention to the physical and emotional responses her body was having.
Her heart was still thumping from how far she'd pushed her flirtatious banter with Jerry, and in addition to the near constant state of sexual need that she'd grown used to during the past several months, her panties were soaked with her need.
She could feel her slippery arousal along her sensitive lips, and she was tempted to push her hand down into her panties right there as she leaned against her bedroom door so she could touch her aching clit.
Instead she cupped herself through her pants, feeling the heat of herself through the fabric of her jeans, stifling a moan from her own touch. She pushed herself away from the door and quickly undressed, pulling on a nightgown for bed.
With a quick glance in the mirror, she saw her nipples dark and erect through the soft pink nightie, and she grinned. Her nipples were almost always a little sore these days, and in a strange way that discomfort added to the sexual need that pulsed through her.
She and her husband had just begun to experiment with pain and denial when he died, no one at his funeral guessing that her ass was covered with red welts from the spanking he'd given her the night before his sudden death.
Almost as an afterthought she pulled the nightgown up and took her panties off. She needed an orgasm or two no matter what happened tonight, so she might as well keep her wet cunt accessible, even if it was going to end up being just her own fingers doing it.
She paused to sniff the scent of her own arousal before throwing the panties into the hamper, unsure why her own aroma always made her belly tighten with lust.
If Jerry didn't show up she could always pull them out of the hamper and touch herself while inhaling her own scent.
But if he did show up at her door with even a little interest, the sight of her in the flimsy nightgown without panties would surely cause even the tiniest amount of interest to grow.
"Of course, that is if he shows up," Nikki whispered to herself.
She might have overdone it and pushed his shy demeanor into overdrive. Or maybe he just wasn't interested in anything other than teasing friendship and wouldn't take it any further no matter what sort of invitations she dangled in front of him.
Or perhaps he had missed her signals entirely.
More than once, she'd had the experience of believing that she was communicating clearly with her husband, only for him to completely miss what she thought would be obvious. He was an intelligent man who was a great communicator, but she was constantly amazed at how oblivious the man could sometimes be.
Thoughts of her husband suddenly caused her to stop in her tracks and wonder what he would think of what she was doing. But she suddenly realized that in his own constant state of horniness he would probably have scolded her for waiting five years after his funeral to think about getting laid.
And he probably would have been delighted at the idea of her taking Jerry to bed. She knew that he'd slept with an older woman when he was in college and had cherished the experience.
She got some towels and her breast pump and put them near the bed. Even if Jerry responded to her invitation, she was probably going to end up pumping. He might try her breastmilk out of sheer horniness, but she doubted that he'd be interested in actually suckling her dry.
She dimmed the lights and opened the door a crack before settling on the bed. She listened intently for the sound of Jerry in the hallway, feeling insanely nervous, uncontrollably horny, and a little foolish.
In the distance she heard the soft rumble of thunder and had a brief memory flash of being fucked from behind on her honeymoon, her breasts pressed against the cold glass of their penthouse hotel room as she screamed in orgasm while watching lightening flash across the sky.
She was jerked back to the present by the sound of a soft knock at her door as it swung inward several inches, revealing Jerry looking as nervous as she'd ever seen a man look.
"Hey Jerry," she said, hoping she sounded both casual and inviting. "Come on in."
He pushed the door open a bit further and took one step into the room, holding his phone in his hand. He stared for a moment at the sight of Nikki on the bed, her nightgown barely restraining her generous breasts and her thighs smooth and sexy looking in the soft light.
Without any hint of underwear on her bare hip where the nightgown was bunched up, he felt his cock stiffen as he realized that she wasn't wearing panties. As nervous as he was, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that she wasn't waiting on her bed in that pose by accident.
"I was gonna go shopping after class tomorrow," he said, suddenly feeling completely stupid. "Is there anything you need?"
"Nothing I want to wait until tomorrow afternoon for," she answered softly, unable to suppress a nervous giggle.
Jerry tried desperately to think of something to say. He was convinced this was some sort of an invitation, but he was frozen in place by his inexperience, doubt, and the certainty that saying the wrong thing would cause her to change her mind.
Nikki stared back at him, the look of lustful need on his face causing her arousal to become almost unbearable. His hesitation was both endearing and arousing to her, as she realized that he might be even less experienced than she'd thought.
Without even realizing that she was doing it she slid off the bed and moved close to Jerry, aware of the wetness of her arousal against her inner thighs.
At that exact moment Jerry was also aware of his arousal, hoping against hope that she wouldn't notice and be offended by the very obvious bulge of his erection, which was so painfully hard from seeing a brief flash of her cunt as she got off the bed that it almost hurt.
"Are you really worried about dinner tomorrow night?" she whispered. "Or did you come in here to taste me?"
"I came...for you," he whispered, trying to sound confident.
She took his hand and pulled him toward the bed, pausing when they reached it to take his cell phone and place it on the nightstand, before pulling his shirt up and over his head.
"For skin to skin contact," she whispered, as she dropped the shirt on the floor. "If you're going to taste me, I want to feel the heat of your skin."
She gently kissed his shoulder, before sitting on the edge of the bed, and reaching for his hand again. She pulled him with her as she moved to the middle of the bed, and he followed, spreading out beside her as she propped herself up with some pillows, both of them intently watching the other.
"I'm glad you're here Jerry," she said softly, taking his hand and bringing it to the silky fabric that was stretched tight over her breast. "I'm really swollen and need some relief."
She pulled the shoulder strap of the nightgown down and allowed the silky material to slowly drag over her breast until it was free.
Jerry started in fascination as the dark areola appeared from under the nightgown, looking tender and enticing against her milky white skin. When the entire breast was free, he looked lustfully at her nipple, wondering if the tip was really wet or if his imagination was making it look that way.
"Go ahead," Nikki whispered. "I need it."
He touched her with his fingers, their touch on her sensitive skin like liquid fire as he softly slid them around, delighting in the weight and size and pure erotic feel of her tit flesh.
"Yes," she moaned, shuddering as she felt the touch of another lover after all these years.
With just the fingers of one hand Jerry was tracing soft patterns on her flesh, and she shuddered again as her breath caught in her throat. Whether he was going slow due to nervousness or patience, Jerry was causing the tension in Nikki's body to increase with each passing second.
"More," she begged eventually.
He wrapped his hand around her breast and gently squeezed, causing a rivulet of milk to spill over his fingers. Unable to hold back any longer he lunged forward and licked at the mess, his tongue causing her to lurch up from the bed when it made contact with her nipple.
He opened his mouth and took the sensitive nub into his mouth, instinctively sucking hard enough to be rewarded with a mouthful of her milk, but softly enough to cause her to run her fingers up and down his back as she squirmed against him.
"Oh yes," she moaned, her feeling of relief completely sexual for the first time. "Yes, yes, yes!"
His eyes were closed, and he was suckling at her nipple as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and she watched his face while he fed, feeling her cunt clench with need and desire.
She felt herself getting dizzy, and she closed her eyes as well, pressing one hand against the hot skin of Jerry's back and using the other to grab a fistful of her comforter as she settled back on the mattress, letting the physical sensations overwhelm her.
On and on Jerry sucked, moving his mouth slightly as he adjusted his angle every few minutes, his lips and tongue turning the relief of being unburdened of her milk into something sensual and warm, the ache of her breast making her belly twist with need.
Lust and heat spread through Nikki's body, and she gave in and just let the pleasure roll through her, feeling her liquid center tightening and relaxing in rhythm with his fingers and mouth.
Faintly in the back of her mind she wondered how many orgasms she'd have to have to relieve the pressure building deep inside her, but instead of dwelling on that thought she put it aside, determined to enjoy and savor each sensation along the way, no matter what might happen at the finish line.
At some point Nikki realized that her nipple was beginning to feel sore, and she pulled her nightgown down to expose her other breast. As soon as it was free she felt Jerry shift and his mouth found her other nipple.
The feeling of the cool air on one wet nipple while Jerry suckled at the other was electrifying, and she groaned in the dimly lit room, slowly becoming aware that rain was pounding against her bedroom window.
For several long minutes Nikki listened to the storm outside, as Jerry's mouth worked on her nipple, allowing him to drink in her sweet milk as their arousal and need grew and passed back and forth between them, her gentle moans punctuated by the soft slurping sounds he would make as he drank.
With a sudden crack of lightening and boom of thunder that was so loud it was like it was in the room, Nikki jumped on the bed, her nipple catching on Jerry's teeth and causing her to cry out in surprise and pain.
The pain was immediately replaced by pleasure as Jerry began to gently kiss her breast, his mouth moving over every bit of her exposed flesh, soothing and comforting her even as it built her need for release. After several moments he went back to her other breast to do the same.
Eventually he put his head down against her belly as he placed his hands over her breasts. Neither had ever been as aroused before, but both of them were oddly satisfied at the same time.
"That was beautiful," he whispered. "Thank you."
"I'm glad you liked it," Nikki giggled. "Because I fucking loved it. You were amazing."
"Happy to help," Jerry said softly. "Anytime."
"Does that mean you're full and finished?" Nikki asked him teasingly, her finger making slow circles on his back. "Because I might have another chore you could help me with."
He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes wide open in the soft light.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispered. "And I'll do it."
"Be careful what you offer young man," she told him. "Because right now I want a lot."
"What do you want the most right now?" he asked.
"Right now it's not about want, as much as it's about need," she whispered, an involuntary shiver of lust coursing through her.
"What do you need?" he asked, his own voice cracking with lust.
Another boom of thunder rattled the house and Nikki felt her body clench with desire.
"Touch me," she moaned. "Touch me, Jerry. I need your fingers."
Instinctively he knew what she meant, and he gently licked at her nipple once again as his fingers moved between her legs, and she growled as his fingers began to trace up along her thighs, before finding her soft lips and pulling at the slippery folds there.
She rolled her hips as Jerry moved his fingers up and down, torn between his desire to explore and feel her hole, and his certainty that moving slow was the better choice.
He was careful as he continued to suck at her breast, flicking his tongue around the outline of her areola as he moved his fingertips along her sensitive cleft, the wet heat making his cock even harder.
After several minutes of prolonged teasing Nikki felt an ache deep inside of her that was almost painful, and she took his wrist in her hand and pulled it roughly to her opening as she pushed her hips towards him.
"Inside," she whimpered. "Touch me inside please fuck please."
He pushed two fingers up into her, and she closed her eyes at the intense sexual pressure, letting out a low moan as she felt herself tense up.
She felt his fingers slide along the top wall of her cunt from the inside and she shrieked with passion and trembled as pleasure rolled through her, and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered why she hadn't orgasmed yet.
And then his thumb began to circle her clit while his fingers inside her pressed against a spot so sensitive she hadn't even known it was there, and she braced her feet against the bed and thrust herself towards his hand, her eyes screwed shut as she felt the room start to shake.
She'd wanted to build her pleasure with his fingers, letting him explore her as their passion mounted together, before urging his mouth that had suckled so lovingly at her breasts down between her legs to taste her aroused heat.
She'd planned on letting him finish her that way if he could, before tearing his pants off and cumming with his cock either inside her or in her mouth while he licked her, hoping for at least two different orgasms before getting his semen.
But she forgot all about those thoughts as she realized what was happening. Her body was too close to the edge for her to teach him anything. He was going to make her go off with just his fingers and there wasn't time for her to do anything but accept that her body was no longer in her control.
Her pleasure was right there, pushing against her clit with the pressure of his fingers and the heat of his mouth on her breast, amplified by the sudden and unexpected turn their relationship had taken.
The building tension in her clit formed a circuit of tingling pressure completed by his mouth, and she imagined energy passing through his body into her breast and down to her clit before being absorbed by his fingers and passed back to her.
As silly as that thought was she couldn't refute the increasing pressure inside her, nor explain why the expanding heat between her legs hadn't yet rolled over into an orgasm. She dug her fingers into his shoulder and screamed again as she felt her belly react as if she was falling through space.
The twisting feeling brought her higher and higher as the room spun and her body shook, the pleasure pulsing through her. The intensity narrowed down to a single beam of power, focused like a laser on her clitoris, the force growing and growing and growing until she felt something open up inside her.
She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she flailed against the bed, the orgasm refusing to hit its peak inside her as it pulsed and pulsed, until she felt a sudden explosion of tension that went on and on and on, culminating in a gush of heat through her that she thought she imagined, until she felt the wetness all over her thighs.
Panting and covered with sweat, she pulled Jerry against her as she trembled. He held her and rocked her back and forth, burying his face in her armpit and inhaling the scent of her hot body. He kissed her armpit softly as she tried desperately to catch her breath as spasm after spasm echoed through her exhausted body.
He still had one hand between her legs and she had clamped her wet thighs together to trap it there, unable to handle any more stimulation while her belly continued to clench and tingle.
For close to thirty minutes they were still, the rain pounding against the side of the house as the sky rumbled and flashed, Nikki wondering how she hadn't known until tonight that her body was capable of that sort of pleasure.
She gently stroked Jerry's back, wondering if they should talk about what they'd just shared, or if she could greedily press him to do more to her body, knowing that after what he'd just done to her she'd let him try anything he wanted.
Hoping against hope that some of the things she needed to do with him wouldn't be too much.
Jerry was lost in his own thoughts, wondering how he could draw her attention to his rock hard cock, unsure whether she was interested in his own release.
After the way she'd reacted to what he'd just done, he hoped he would have a chance to explore further, certain that if he could get her close to that sort of pleasure again, she'd be more than willing to let him get his pants off and enjoy himself with her.
Nikki's entire body felt pleasantly exhausted, but her cunt was still wet and eager as she smiled up at the ceiling in the dim lighting.
She unclenched her thighs and Jerry slid his hand up to her belly, and she grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to her mouth, sucking them one at a time into her mouth so she could taste herself. She licked his hand all over, cleaning her flavor from him as he watched, fascinated by the look of greedy pleasure on her face.
When his hand was clean she put it on her chest and smiled at him.
"Judas Cuntfucking Roosevelt Priest," she said out loud, laughter at the edge of her voice.
"Is that good?" Jerry asked. "Or did you just put some weird curse on me?"
"That was way better than good," she said, unable to stop grinning. "That was fucking emotional it was so intense. How did you know to do that?"
"It just seemed like the thing to do," he said. "I was going to try other stuff, but once you got going it sort of got away from me."
"It got away from both of us," she agreed, lifting her head and rolling towards him.
He shifted with her and she felt him against her thigh, sitting up to look at the bulge at the front of his pants.
"Holy fuck," she whispered, mesmerized by the sight of his erection straining inside his pants.
The bulge was enormous, and she'd been well aware of it over an hour ago when she'd taken his hand and pulled him to her bed. On and off while he milked her, she'd felt it, and she realized that the pressure inside his balls must be painful after all this time.
"Jerry does it hurt?" she whispered, still staring.
"In a really good way," he replied. "It's kind of hard to describe."
She put her hand on his stomach, tracing her fingers through the hair there.
"Can I...can I help you with it?" she asked, lust in her voice. "The way you helped me with my pent up pressure?"
"I want your help," he whispered back, hoping he wasn't dreaming. "I want you to help me with it more than anything else in the world."
She shifted on the bed and hovered over him, undoing his belt and the snap and zipper, and she grabbed his pants and pulled as he lifted his ass. His jeans and underwear came off together, his veiny cock pointing up at the ceiling as it throbbed in the cool air of the room.
"My fucking gawd," she whispered. "Jerry it's fucking beautiful."
She reached out and slid her hand along his thigh, her fingertips brushing against his balls as he gasped, his cock jumping from her touch.
Still staring at his cock she lifted his balls in her fingers, gently massaging and working them in his hot ball sack, her touch giving him an almost irresistible urge to grab her and push himself between her legs.
He smothered the impulse, not wanting to push her further than she was comfortable with, unaware that she was wrestling with her own urge to get on her knees and raise her ass in the air, begging him to fuck her from behind with his huge erection.
She spent a long time touching his balls, loving the way his cock would move up and down as she pulled and released them gently, fascinated by the wet bubble at the tip of his cockhole, knowing that his cock was loving her teasing touch.
She suddenly moved closer and flicked her tongue against the tight skin at the tip of his cock, as he gasped at the wet heat of her mouth, his balls jumping in her fingers.
She lowered her mouth to kiss his balls, staring up past his cock into his eyes as he watched her, amazed that she wanted to kiss his nuts.
But she did more than kiss.
Her tongue explored and her fingers probed, stretching and licking the skin and playing gently with the soft orbs inside his testicles. She lifted his balls and licked the underside of them, inhaling his scent and sucking gently at his loose skin while he watched and moaned, his cock throbbing above her face.
She opened her mouth and sucked one of his nuts inside, using her teeth to gently hold it in place while she flicked her tongue against it and pushed her fingers up against the sensitive area behind his balls, causing him to close his eyes and shudder.
With a gentle pop she released his testicle from her mouth and sucked the other one in, licking and teasing it while his cock throbbed and he wondered if he could cum just having her pleasure his balls.
"Do you want more?" she asked softly, lifting her head to look at his face, her eyes bright with pleasure and need.
"I want whatever you want," Jerry answered, his hands clenched into fists as he stared at her.
"You had my milk," Nikki teased. "Now I want yours."
She lowered her face and licked his balls again, before dragging her tongue up along his shaft, swirling it around the tip before closing her mouth over it.
She sucked gently and firmly, her fingers tickling his balls as she worked her mouth down his cock, moaning at the tightness in her belly as she felt him throb in her mouth.
He took her head in his hands without thinking, feeling himself tense up with an explosion that felt inevitable.
When she finally had him all the way in her mouth she sucked hard, and then pulled her mouth away before sucking him in again, his balls jumping in her fingers, signaling to her that his control was at its breaking point.
"Oh fuck Nikki," he moaned. "That feels so good."
Wrapping her fingers tightly around his shaft she moved up his body, putting her face against his, both of them panting with the need for his release.
"Keep telling me," she begged. "I need to hear you tell me what it feels like. Can you do that?"
He nodded his head rapidly, staring at her as she squeezed his cock.
"Say it," she said. "I want to hear you say it."
"Nikki that feels so good," he whispered. "I'm so close."
She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him, gently and passionately and softly. It was their first kiss, with the flavor of her milk in his mouth and his cock on her lips, their passion consuming them as the gentle kiss became rough, their tongues pushing back and forth as they moaned together.
Nikki pulled away and spit into Jerry's mouth, and with a hungry grin he licked his lips, staring at her.
She dipped her head back down, tonguing his balls as he moaned again, before taking his cock in her mouth, sucking intently as he squirmed and she moaned.
"Holy shit," he grunted. "Fuck yeah."
She moaned as her belly twisted again, her mouth full of cock as she squeezed his balls, eager to relieve them of the tension that had tightened them up.
"Nikki," Jerry panted. "I can't...I'm going to...it's gonna...oh fuck fuck fuck fuck..."
She sucked harder, wanting his orgasm as badly as she'd ever wanted any of her own. She felt his cock throb and get even stiffer in her mouth, and she pushed her mouth all the way down on it as she felt a sudden explosion of slippery heat at the back of her throat.
Jerry was groaning as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and started to pump, pulling him from her throat so the next explosion of his semen hit her tongue, coating the inside of her mouth with his scalding sperm.
She jerked the cock with one hand and kneaded his balls with the other, her head bobbing up and down as she swallowed, giving him the wet heat of her mouth to go off in, his orgasm raging on and on until suddenly he collapsed in a panting heap, the tension leaving everything but his cock.
She sucked him again gently, aware of how sensitive he was as she squeezed whatever semen he had left up his length with her fingers.
She grinned up at him and then began to lick his shaft, catching every stray drop of his cum and her spit that she could find. Eventually she let go of him and sat up, watching with satisfaction as the deflated cock leaned to the left, no longer stiff.
She moved up his body and hovered over him as he grinned up at her.
She opened her mouth and drooled a string of semen flavored spit into his mouth, and to her delight he raised his head and kissed her, their tongues swirling together as they passed what remained of his salty eruption back and forth.
Eventually their passion seemed to settle, and their kisses became slower and less intense, until she put her head on his chest and laughed out loud, pure happiness enveloping her.
"It's a good thing I was here," she giggled. "That was a big fucking mess."
"You caused it Nikki," he laughed, tapping her shoulder.
"And I loved it," she said softly, feeling herself blush. "I'm not even sure why I like the things I do. But I know I'm a little weird."
"I kind of like weird," he said. "In fact, I loved it. I loved the entire fucking thing."
"I loved it too," she said. "How long was that building?"
"Since you mentioned your breastmilk at dinner," Jerry confessed.
"I knew you were worked up then," she said with satisfaction. "But I mean how many days' worth of cum was that? Or has that been building for weeks?"
"Just today," he said. "Why?"
"Why?" she laughed, rolling over to look at him. "I almost drowned with your cock in my mouth, that's why. Are you telling me that you built up that much cum in twenty-four hours?"
"More like twelve," he said. "I jerked off this morning in the shower."
"My gawd," Nikki said. "It sounds like I'm not the only one who needs to be milked regularly around here."
"If you ever want to help, I'd be glad to share," Jerry laughed.
"I don't know about sharing," she laughed. "I'm feeling sort of greedy."
BARRROOOOOM!
The house shook with a sudden clap of thunder and they both jumped. The lights flickering off momentarily as the storm raged outside.
"Fuck that scared me," said Nikki sitting up in the bed.
"Me too," said Jerry.
He felt her hand wrap around his cock again.
"I knew it!" she laughed. "You're still hard."
"Yeah," he said. "I am."
Without a word Nikki pulled her nightgown off and threw it away from her, climbing over Jerry and straddling him, her wet cunt sliding along his thigh as she gripped his cock.
"I'll do anything you want," Nikki whispered. "But I want to cum with a cock inside me tonight."
He put his hands on her thighs and squeezed, as she leaned forward and kissed him again, moaning as she felt his cock flex in her hand.
He kept his fingers moving along her thighs, his cock poking her belly while they kissed, and she sat up and put her hands on his chest.
"How should we cum?" she asked him, her voice quiet.
"However you want to," he answered. "I want you to do whatever you want."
"I want it like this," Nikki said, rising up and pushing her wet hole against his cockhead.
He held her hips as she used her hand to hold him in place while she positioned herself against him, pushing down with a long moan of pleasure as his cock pushed up into her slippery opening.
"Fuck," she gasped, feeling herself stretch around his thick dick.
She leaned forward against him, and he wrapped his arms around her and pushed up with his hips, causing her to bite his shoulder as she spasmed.
She moved to her left and he rolled with her, instinctively positioning himself on top of her between her legs as he pushed into her up to the hilt, and as he filled her completely with his girth she screamed, her voice echoing through the house.
She wrapped her legs around him and felt her clit throb as her body began to reach for another orgasm.
"Fuck me Jerry," she begged. "Use that hard fucking cock to make me cum."
He rolled his hips as he kissed her again, and his slow steady fucking caused her belly to tingle as she put her hands on this shoulders, clenching her legs around him and sucking on his tongue.
For several long minutes they kissed with him inside her, both of them rocking their bodies as they savored the feeling impending orgasm, each of them trying to hold off the inevitable for as long as possible.
"So wet," Jerry murmured in her ear. "Nikki you're so fucking hot and tight."
"Jerry, I think you're going to make me cum again," she whispered.
"What should I do?" he asked. "What would feel best?"
"Go faster if you can," she begged. "Tell me when you're ready to cum so I can feel it happen with you."
He pushed all the way into her and held still for a moment, before suddenly pulling back and then slamming back up into her hole, and she screamed at the sudden explosion of heat that accompanied the new friction.
"Oh shit!" she screamed. "Oh shit fuck I'm going to cum!"
Her orgasm slammed into her so hard she tried to sit up as he pinned her to the bed, fucking her through a series of tingling explosions that took every ounce of strength from her until she grabbed Jerry's shoulders and tried to hold him still.
"Wait, wait, wait," she begged, her cunt clenching as he slowed down.
"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling himself out of her.
"Oh fuck yeah," she groaned. "It just got too much. I need to calm down a minute."
He lowered his face to her body, flicking his tongue in and out of her belly button as she stroked his head.
"Did you cum?" she asked softly, wondering if he'd lost control while she was so caught up in her own pleasure that she'd missed it.
"No I didn't," he said. "Not yet."
She reached down for his cock and took it in her hand, squeezing the slick shaft.
He kissed her again, slow and gentle as she started to fondle his balls with her other hand, stroking him firmly and slowly while they kissed.
She worked his cock expertly, increasing her speed just a bit every few minutes, letting the tension build in him, taking advantage of the stamina that came from his previous ejaculation, enjoying the feeling of cock in her fingers as his tongue pushed against hers.
"I'm close," he groaned at last, his mouth against hers.
Without a word she pushed his cock back against her cunt, holding the cockhead against her throbbing clit as he pulsed in her hand.
"Do you trust me?" she whispered.
"Of course," he replied, trying to control the pressure in his balls.
"I want to try something with you," she said, squeezing his cock gently. "It's erotic and weird and filthy and kinky. Are you willing to experiment a little?"
"Sure," he answered. "I'll try anything you want."
"Come with me," she said.
His mind was racing as he got out of bed, letting her pull him into the bathroom with her hand on his cock. She turned on a low wattage light above the sink and then slid open the glass door on the shower stall.
"This might get a little messy," she said. "But I want to share it with you."
He stepped inside with her, and she pushed him so that he sat down on the floor of the shower. She straddled his legs and put her wet pussy against his still throbbing cock as he leaned back against the wall. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her and took her breast into his mouth.
"Oh fuck," she whispered, feeling him take a mouthful of her milk onto his tongue.
He moaned with her nipple against his tongue, and she felt the long forgotten tingle of anticipation of peeing with a partner as she felt her full bladder begin to relax.
"Drink from me while I pee on you," she moaned.
And with a push her floodgates opened, and her warm piss poured out against him, covering his cock and legs as he sucked harder on her nipple, pulling her closer as they moaned together.
She moved her hips back and forth, splashing her pee all over his lower body as he suckled at her breast.
As her flow slowed to a trickle, she pushed herself down onto his cock, and started to grind up and down, screaming into his ear as a quick orgasm tightened her belly.
She clawed behind her at the wall, pulling herself up to turn the water on, a quick cold splash raining down on them before the water warmed up. Jerry stood and kissed her again, pushing her to the wall as they rinsed themselves off, his hard cock bobbing between them with unrelieved tension.
After several minutes she pushed him away and turned the water off, wiping the worst of the dripping water off their bodies with a towel that she threw on the floor as she retreated to the bedroom, beckoning for him to follow.
She bent over the bed and showed him her ass, spreading her cheeks apart with her hands so even in the dim light he could see her cunt. Without any prompting he pushed himself inside her and she screamed against the mattress as he grabbed her hips, fucking himself into her as she sobbed with relief.
She let him go, anxious to feel his orgasm happen deep inside her cunt, sliding her hand down to strum her wet slit as he pushed in and out of it.
"Tell me before you cum," she begged. "I want to feel it all."
"I will," he grunted holding her hips firmly as he plunged into her over and over.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the pressure inside her, unable to orgasm again but savoring the relief of tension that years of celibacy had built up within her.
"I'm close," he gasped. "Where do you want me to cum?"
Without thought for what might feel best for him she pulled away and rolled over on the bed, pulling him towards her and grabbing his cock. He straddled her chest, and she grabbed his tight balls with one hand, jerking his cock with the other while she flattened her tongue against his tip.
"Cum all over me," she begged. "I want all your cum."
With a sudden explosion the tip of his cock opened, and a string of hot cum shot out, going up her nose, coating her forehead and landing in her hair.
"Fuck fuck fuck," Jerry gasped, watching her aim his cock so his next spurt covered the left side of her face.
Nikki's hand was a blur, jerking and aiming his erupting cock as she worked to get as much of his cum onto her face as she could, so much of it overshooting and landing in her hair and all over the bed.
When at last his orgasm had passed he stayed in position, looking down at her as she used his shrinking prick to push the white mess into her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the salty mess that was rolling down across her lips.
"Gawd you went off like a firehose," she giggled, looking up at him. "I've never seen this much cum from just one guy."
"You're a mess," he observed, panting with effort.
"I need another shower," she laughed. "You tried to drown me again."
"A real shower?" Jerry asked with a grin. "Or the kind you gave me?"
"God I'm so sorry," she said. "I'm so fucking weird sometimes. I just want this really twisted..."
He interrupted her by pushing his mouth to hers, sucking her lower lip while he pulled her from the bed, until she was standing with her body pressed against his.
"Don't apologize," he whispered. "I almost came while it was happening. It made my balls hurt it was so fucking hot."
He darted his tongue out and licked a string of his cum off her chin, and she playfully bit at his tongue.
"There's so much we can share," she whispered. "So much."
"Let's start by cleaning you up," he said, guiding her back to the bathroom.
She stepped into the shower stall and turned to face him as he stepped in, leaning in to kiss him again, her face salty with his dripping semen.
"You're such a dirty girl," he whispered.
"You can make me dirtier if you want to," she said, kneeling in front of him. "Make me yours. Piss all over me like you own me."
He lifted his cock and held it level with her face, looking down into her eyes as he let loose on her, his hot liquid splashing against her face and into her hair, before he aimed down at her body, directing his warm flow against her breasts and down her stomach.
As he held his pissing cock, he lifted it higher and higher as his flow diminished, the arc of his golden shower flowing against her chin as she smiled up at him.
She leaned forward and kissed his soft cock, licking at it before he pulled her to her feet, pressing himself against her wet body as they kissed again, sharing the flavor of their wet game.
At last he turned on the water and they soaped each other up, as he took care to gently wash all the sticky cum out of her hair. When they were through, they dried each other off, turning off the lights before she took him back to her bed.
"Sleep with me," she whispered. "I want to share that with you too."
He took her in his arms in the dark room, each of them unaware that the other was wondering exactly how far they each were willing to go.
~
Jerry woke up with an unusual feeling.
His cock was rock hard, which was normal in the mornings. But it was also warm and moving, and that surprising sensation brought him fully awake as he sat up.
The sun was up and he'd slept later than usual, but even with the flood of memories from the night before the only thing he could really wrap his mind around was the suction of Nikki's mouth on his cock.
He had no idea how long she'd been sucking him, or whether she'd brought him this close to orgasm or if he'd been having a dream that had done it, but he knew that he was close to losing control.
"Good," she said, smiling at him as she rolled onto her back. "You're awake. I want your cum inside me. Let me feel it."
He moved over her as she held his cock, lining it up with her hole as he pushed up into her, and she sighed and started to stroke his back.
"You're so fucking wet and hot," he groaned, trying desperately to hold off his orgasm.
"From sucking you," she whispered in his ear, rolling her hips. "Your cock makes me horny. Don't hold back. Cum for me."
He slowly stroked his cock into her four or five times before starting to move faster, and she started to roll her hips with him as he sped up, and when he tensed up and groaned, she shouted with him.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she felt his cock throb and pulse deep inside her, and with a sudden jump she felt a spreading sensation of slippery warmth inside her. He shouted against her neck as she closed her eyes and moaned, both of them loving the feeling of his seed pulsing up into her belly.
He pulled his cock out and slammed it back into her as he spasmed again, feeling another spurt of cum rocket out of his cockhead as he came inside a woman for the first time.
At last he was still on top of her, and his cock throbbing one final time just as she felt a dribble of sperm run out of her.
"You overflowed me," she whispered, closing her eyes with joy as his hot semen dripped down her hole.
He wiggled away from her and she thought he might be going for a towel, but before she could tell him that she didn't want him to leave he had his face against her opening, and his tongue snaked up into her hole and swirled his salty cum around her stiffened clit.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out, feeling surprise at how aroused she suddenly was.
After last night she wasn't sure he could cum again, and she'd been sure she wouldn't, but feeling him suck up his own cum from her oozing hole triggered something inside her.
He licked along her slit and then sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as she came, a long and slow and satisfying climax that left her clit numb and her legs shaking.
She pulled his ear weakly with her hand, and he moved up her body, pushing his mouth against hers so she could taste his cum and her cunt on his tongue.
She realized that they were both sweaty, and that the sheets on her bed were soaking wet, and she suddenly remembered the explosion of fluid when she squirted the night before.
"This bed is fucking soaked," she giggled.
"That's your own fault," Jerry said.
"I think you definitely contributed," Nikki corrected him. "I've never had an orgasm just from being fingered before. And you not only made me cum with your fingers, you made me fucking squirt."
"I just came up to make a shopping list," he protested. "If you'd just told me what you wanted from the store we could have avoided most of this."
"True," she agreed. "But I wanted most was to satisfy my cock craving. That couldn't wait, so I want to thank you for indulging me."
"You're welcome," he said with a grin. "But I enjoyed it too. In fact, that was the best fucking night of my life."
"If you're up for trying it again sometime there are a few things other things I'd like to do," she said.
"I'll do this every day if you let me," he laughed. "And I'll try anything you want to try."
"Let's maybe wait until after breakfast," she said sleepily. "I think we could stand another shower."
"Maybe we should wash your sheets too," he suggested.
"As long as they already need to be washed maybe I can show you why I have a waterproof mattress cover," she whispered, her eyes bright with pleasure.
"Do you mean...?" he asked.
She nodded.
"I'm pretty comfortable with a mess," she whispered. "If you're willing to help maybe we could make some puddles this morning."
He lowered his mouth to her sore nipples and licked each one, before starting to gently suck as she held his head, spreading her legs and peeing against him as she closed her eyes and moaned.