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Arizona heat: Jenny's Story, Part 2

Kate makes a bold proposal to deal with Jenny's problem
My mind raced. “Oh my God!” I thought, “Is she thinking what I think she’s thinking?” The mental image of Kate sucking on my breasts sent a detonation of arousal throughout my body. “Easy girl,” I said to myself, trying to contain the flood of libidinal energy, “this is a medical emergency, not a scene from one of Tom’s porno magazines!” I silently shook my head “no” and realized that I was holding my breath and trembling.

A few awkward seconds passed, as Kate seemed to gather her courage. She leaned closer and looked deep into my eyes. “I really hate hospitals,” She said softly, raising an eyebrow. “I would do anything to avoid going to one.”

“She has a point,” I thought. “Who wants to go through all the expense and hassle of a hospital visit if the problem can be solved in the comfort of my own home?” No one need ever know how. “Me too,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Kate leaned in closer still and whispered in my ear, “I can keep a secret if you can.”

I felt my eyes tearing up from relief as I gave her a hug.

“Oh Kate, you are the best, the very best in the whole world! I would never ask anyone to do this, but…but I’m kind of desperate right now.” I sat back and looked her in the eye. “Are you sure you’re OK with this Kate, you hardly even know me!” I asked.

“Trust me,” Kate said, “that’s for the best. I’ve learned the hard way that if you want to do something and keep it a secret, it’s best to do it with someone from outside of your social circle.”

“That’s a good point,” I said. “But we both have to swear never to tell a soul.” “Scout’s honor.” Kate said, giving the two-fingered salute. I mimed a zipping motion across my lips.

“So how do you want to do this?” Kate asked.

I thought a moment, and then said, “Let me get a few things.”

I got up from the couch and went rummaging quickly through the house gathering supplies. I returned to the coffee table and laid out the items I had gathered.

“Towels and tissue for spills,” I explained, “this is for you to spit into,” I said, holding up a large green Tupperware bowl, “and a glass of water to rinse with.”

“Well,” Kate said, looking at my swollen, milk-stained bosom, “I suppose we should get started before you pop.”

A wave of panic came over me as the full impact of what I was about to do hit me. I was about to let this attractive young teenager, who I have known for all of 45 minutes, suck my nipples. I felt faint and closed my eyes, thinking of how much I didn’t want to leave the house and how much I hated hospitals, and how angry Tom would be about the bill. After a couple of deep breaths, the feeling of panic abated, but only just.

“I know what we’re missing,” I said as I got up and walked over to a cabinet by the bar.

I reached inside and grabbed a bottle of Tom’s Johnny Walker and two glass tumblers, which I brought to the coffee table.

“I don’t know about you Kate,” I said, “but before we do this, I need a stiff drink.”

“Now you’re talking!” Kate exclaimed with a huge grin.

I poured two oversized shots with trembling hands, which we raised to each other in a brief salute before throwing them back. I hardly ever drink hard liquor anymore, and I coughed a bit as I accidentally inhaled some of the strong vapors as the Scotch went down. I felt flushed, and fanned my face with my hand.

Kate threw hers back with greater aplomb and set her glass on the coffee table. “That’s the stuff!” she said, grinning.

”Yeah,” I gasped, “wow, that should do it!”

While I was recovering from the Scotch, Kate was looking over the materials I had placed on the coffee table.

“Does it really taste that bad?” she asked, as she examined the Tupperware bowl.

“I…I don’t know.” I said. It had never occurred to me to taste my own breast milk.

“You haven’t tried it?” Kate asked, raising an eyebrow. “If I were pregnant I would so totally try it!” she said with a grin.

I covered my mouth with my hand in mock surprise and giggled. “Oh Kate,” I laughed, “You are quite the free spirit, aren’t you.”

“That’s me,” Kate replied with a coy shrug, “I’ll try anything once. Twice if I like it!”

“Well in that case I hope you like it,” I said cradling my breasts in my hands, “because I have two of them!”

Kate doubled over with laughter, and I blushed at my sudden display of risqué humor. It was most unlike me – I guessed the Scotch was already having an effect.

“Don’t worry,” Kate laughed, “I promise I won’t chicken out half-way through and leave you lopsided!”

We fell into a fit of giggling which did much to dissipate the awkward tension. After we recovered from our giggling, I turned towards Kate, took her hands in mine and leaned foreword until our foreheads touched.

“Kate, thank you so much for doing this,” I said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kate gave me a quick peck on the cheek then sat back and smiled. “It’s going to be OK.” She said. “Now, where do you want me?”

“Well,” I said after a moment’s consideration, “before I get the girls out, let’s get you in a comfortable position.”

We first tried having her lay across my lap facing me, but that proved uncomfortable. After a minute of awkward experimentation, we finally settled on a position that was both comfortable and practical. I sat in the middle of the couch while Kate knelt on a pillow on the floor between my feet. This put her face level with my swollen breasts when she sat up on her knees. I laid a large white towel across my lap to catch any spills, set the plastic bowel to one side then took a deep breath before fixing her with my eyes.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Kate swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Let’s do the right one – my right – first,” I said.

She nodded again.

After several attempts to expose a nipple, I became frustrated at the pain my bra was causing my bulging breasts.

“Damn it!” I exclaimed. “Kate, I think it would easier if I just take all this off.” I said, “Are you OK with that?”

“Sure,” She replied, “that would probably make things a lot easier.”

“Thanks Kate,” I said, smiling sheepishly. “You’re so understanding.”

I undid the last few buttons and removed my stained white blouse then tossed it aside to the far end of the couch. I then did the same with my milk-soaked bra.

As my swollen breasts tumbled free of the bra, I breathed a sigh of relief as some of the pain subsided. Kate was staring wide-eyed at my bosom.

“Whoah!” She exclaimed. “Good thing I didn’t had any breakfast today!”

We started giggling uncontrollably again, but as my breasts started bouncing from the laughter, I felt shooting pain. “Please,” I begged, as I winced and cradled my bare bosom, “don’t make me laugh! Not yet.”

“Sorry!” Kate said, raising herself up on her knees to get in position.

Her face was now inches away my triple-Ds. Released from my ill-fitting bra they hung free, slightly pendulous but shapely and full. I gave Kate a quick tour starting with my nipples, which were slightly inverted due to the pressure. I explained how the nipple needed to be gently stimulated to erection to get the milk to flow, the basic mechanics of breastfeeding, and demonstrated the proper method of breast massage to aid milk flow. I was trying to be as clinical as possible to ward off the sense of arousal that was growing in the back of my mind. Kate stared at my breasts unblinking, like a deer in headlights during my little presentation. I hoped that I was not traumatizing the poor girl.

“Does that all make sense?” I asked.

“What…oh, yeah,” Kate said, as if snapping back from a trance, “got it!”

I gave her a knowing smile, “And remember – no teeth! Max has become quite the little chewer.”

“Ouch!” She said, her hands instinctively covering her breasts.

“Let’s do the right one first,” I said.

Kate gingerly placed her hands on my waist to steady herself, and I felt a slight rush at the touch of her warm, soft hands on my bare skin. I rested my hands on her shoulders, and then gently slid my right hand under her hair and around to the cradle the nape of her neck. We held each other awkwardly at arms length for several breaths. Our eyes met as we exchanged nervous smiles. I could tell that Kate’s breathing had quickened; I couldn’t help wondering if it was just nerves, or if she was fighting arousal too.

I finally took the initiative and drew Kate to me, my right hand gently guiding her face to my waiting breast. My heart skipped a beat as her warm lips latched onto my areola, and again when her hot tongue probed for my nipple. When she found it, I gasped as a shudder ran through my body. This was nothing like breastfeeding Max! Another shudder of pleasure ran down my spine as Kate flicked her tongue back and forth over and around my nipple.

“Dear God girl,” I screamed in my head, “I’m sure you love it when your boyfriend does that to you, but this is too much!”

I struggled to maintain my composure and regain control of the situation.

“Oh! Ah…yes, yes that’s it! That’s the nipple all right!” I said. “Good, good, now…oh …ah…yes draw it into your mouth and suck deeply…mmm…that should get it …ah…flowing,” I said gasping slightly.

Kate followed my instructions and settled down to gently and rhythmically sucking the nipple, which produced the desired effect as I felt the milk start to flow. I sighed with relief, as much from the release of pressure in my breast as from the respite from Kate’s overly enthusiastic and erotic attack on my nipple. Wow! My entire body was tingling, my heart was racing, and to my embarrassment I could feel my pussy swell and moisten. The thought occurred to me that she must be a fantastic kisser. I settled back in the sofa cushion and tried to relax, absent-mindedly stoking Kate’s hair as I whispered words of encouragement to her and enjoyed the sensation of her lips on my breast.

“No teeth.” I sighed, with contentment.

After about two minutes, I felt it was time for Kate to switch breasts. She worked much faster than Max, with his tiny mouth, faster even than my breast pump. I looked down at her and noticed that she was really getting into it. Her hands, which had started on my waist, were now holding my lower torso in a tender embrace, her right hand on the small of my back and her left between my shoulder blades. Her eyes were closed and her face was buried in my breast. The sight was both very sweet, and alarmingly arousing. I recalled seeing two girls in a similar pose in the pages of one of Tom’s hardcore magazines. I started fantasizing about how Kate and I would look in some of the other poses before catching myself, shocked at the lewdness of my own imagination.

“Keep it clinical!” I mentally chided myself, “Focus!”

But despite my best efforts, I couldn’t keep those erotic images out of my head, and I could feel myself getting more and more tuned on.

“Kate,” I said softly, my voice heavy with relief “you can’t imagine how good that feels. A few minutes ago I thought my boob was going to explode, and now the pressure is almost completely gone. God, I needed that. Could you go to work on the other one now hon?”

Kate seemed to detach her lips from my breast with some reluctance, as if emerging from a trance. I watched the expression on her face change from dreamy contentment to shocked embarrassment as she realized she was holding me in an embrace. She quickly replaced her hands on my waist and sat back on her knees, wearing the expression of a chastised schoolgirl on her beet-red face. I could only guess what fantasies had been dancing around in her pretty head.

I pretended I hadn’t noticed the embrace.

“You didn’t ask for the bowl,” I said with a grin, “so I guess I don’t taste that bad!”

“Are you kidding?” Kate gushed, “Oh my God! It’s like…like melted vanilla ice cream!”

“Really?” I asked, eyes wide.

On a sudden impulse I ran a finger over her lips and down her chin where some of my breast milk had dribbled. I put my finger in my mouth and tasted the creamy fluid. Kate’s eyes grew wide and I belatedly realized that touching her lips the way I just did was more than a little foreword – she might think it was a come-on! Was it? I wasn’t even sure myself. Between the Scotch and the arousal I was feeling at Kate’s touch, I was becoming a bit giddy.

“Oh my God,” I exclaimed, as I tasted my milk, “I’m vanilla flavored!”

This prompted us into another round of the giggles that only ended when I pointed at my left breast with a pained expression.

That’s all the encouragement Kate needed, and she swiftly set to work on my swollen left breast. The nipple was already firm and erect, but she gently teased it a bit with her tongue anyway, much to my delight. As she gently sucked my left nipple deep into her mouth, I sat back languidly, stroking Kate’s hair with my left hand while my right was absentmindedly caressing her left shoulder. Suddenly a jolt of arousal shot through me as Kate started her erotic teasing of my nipple with her tongue again in between sucks. I gasped slightly and shuddered with pleasure.

“What are you playing at girl?” I wondered, as I sighed with pleasure. “Whatever it is, please don’t stop.”

A tingle shot through my body as the though occurred to me that her little erotic flourishes were not accidents, but that Kate was coming on to me! Was she perhaps bisexual? I could feel my pussy dampen as my imagination took hold and ran with that scenario. I floated on a sea of gentle ecstasy as she sucked on my swollen breast, fantasizing about what it would be like to hold, to kiss, to make love to her. And I didn’t care anymore. A contented smile settled on my face as my left hand gently stroked Kate’s soft red hair. My inhibitions seemed to be melting away as my imagination considered things that normally would have shocked me.

Kate slipped her right hand around to my left shoulder blade, pulling my breast towards her lips. She had placed her left hand on my right hip but I thought of a better use for it. I took her left hand with my right and gently but firmly moved it up from my waist, rubbing her palm sensuously across my smooth belly, over my ribs and up my cleavage, before finally sliding her hand on top of my right breast, still moist from her lips.

“Remember, if you massage the one you’re not nursing,” I softly explained, “the milk will flow better. A few more minutes on each one and I think I’ll be OK.”

I held my hand on hers as we massaged my right breast together until she got the hang of it. Kate had very strong hands for a girl, which I attributed to her skill with the bass guitar, and she soon was working on my breast unaided. The feeling of her hand on my nipple was intoxicating. I dropped my right hand to her left shoulder and let it slide down her back where it came to rest on the back of her bare midriff. The feel of her warm, smooth skin on my fingers was delightful, and I timidly began to caress the small of her back, sliding a few fingers under the back of her top. I was definitely coming on to her now, I thought to myself, but I just couldn’t help myself. A quiver of delight ran down my spine as I considered where this little game was leading.

When I asked Kate to switch back to my right breast, she sat back a bit, and began to gently knead both of my breasts with her hands. She looked at me with a dreamy smile.

“You seem more relaxed,” she said, “how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m on cloud nine hon,” I replied languidly.

My breath was becoming ragged as she continued to massage my breasts, and I could feel my panties becoming soaked. As the pressure on my breasts had subsided, a new and more urgent pressure was weighing on my mind. Nineteen months of pent-up libidinal energy was pressing like a vast lake against a dam of self-control that Kate was undermining with every touch. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to resist the temptation to kiss her on those soft lips.

As Kate continued to massage my breasts, she put her head down and closed her eyes, lost in the moment. After a few seconds, she slowly raised her face part way up to me, and I sensed a change come over her. She looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes through her long lashes and strands of copper hair, giving me a “come hither” look that took my breath away. There was an erotic, animal look in her gaze that thrilled me, the look of a jungle cat about to pounce. I was transfixed by her stare, my heart pounding.

“Kate,” I said in a barely audible whisper. “Kate…I think my right one is ready again.”

She gave me a seductive smile, then ran her tongue sensuously over her lips, which sent sparks up and down my spine. She slipped her left hand around to my back while her right continued kneading my left breast. She pulled me to her with such force I gasped. Kate seized my nipple with her mouth with a ferocity that left no doubt as to her intentions. She attacked my nipple with erotic abandon, flicking and teasing it with her tongue, sucking and softly nibbling with her mouth.

My back arched and my breaths came in shuddering gasps as I trembled in ecstasy

“Oh…oh Kate, that feels… mmm… wonderful,” I whispered, “so…good! Please…don’t stop!”

I was almost in a trance by now, my ragged breathing punctuated by whimpers and moans of pleasure. As I felt the first stirrings of a climax build in my pussy, I became delirious with desire. This beautiful, passionate girl was taking me, and there was nothing in the world I wanted more.

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Comments(16)

pussypounder39
Posted 02 Dec 2012 19:32
Fucking hot!!
tammy_reid
Posted 23 Oct 2012 16:59
OMG..i luv that story...u write so well...i wished i was kate!!
vjlegbabe
Posted 25 Sep 2012 08:43
Hot I want more,

adele
Posted 27 Mar 2012 11:02
The more I read, the more aroused I get. I want to be Jenny!!!
SylviaK
Posted 04 Feb 2012 17:52
Very Hot! Emotional expressive. Enjoyed it.
sam_kind
Posted 06 Jan 2012 03:40
That was just lovely! I mean it was SERIOUSLY erotic but oh, so sensual...! I love the way they start so tentatively around one another and, well..
lightheart
Posted 13 Dec 2011 04:35
well no doubt beautiful and sensual,,,,,,

loved the way you flow your feelings
PrettyMom
Posted 28 Nov 2011 18:20
Yup definitely fantasized about Kate

naughtyannie
Posted 11 Nov 2011 23:24
That was really erotic! I love how well you describe the sensuality of the situation, and Jenny's emotions.
Navigator86
Posted 10 Nov 2011 12:19
Love sucking on laxtating breast. You must lay back and enjoy the feelling.
Bad_4You
Posted 07 Nov 2011 06:41
Excellent continuation and extremely hot!
Hot-passion
Posted 02 Nov 2011 09:22
great read and writing it brought me back to the days when I got to do that to my wife very nice and great turn on thanks
PhilAnders
Posted 02 Nov 2011 03:45
In one word......WOW!!!!
ibee
Posted 01 Nov 2011 11:49
Is there a cloud 10? Your mind,such thoughts,images.Naughty pleasures....passionate for more. TY
womanwarmborn
Posted 01 Nov 2011 05:46
WoooooooooooooooooooW, on the sky
Kell
Posted 01 Nov 2011 04:07
I'm a bit breathless after reading this story. Very sensuously written..Thank you
 

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