Jill’s Perspective
Halloween has always been one of my favorite times of the year. And even now, at the age of twenty-five, married, and with a five-month old daughter, I still look forward to fall and the chance to dress in costume. My name is Jillian, but most people call me Jill, and I am married to John, who most people call Jack. I know it sounds kind of corny having our nicknames be Jack and Jill, but we have a lot of fun with it.
We started our lives together in a nice suburb outside of Philadelphia, and we are fortunate to have some very good neighbors. I sometimes have to pinch myself, at having such a wonderful husband, and now a beautiful daughter. I met Jack in a bar, after we both had graduated from college, and as far as I knew, he had never learned about my past. I am pretty and have a great body, and I used that to my advantage to have as much sex as I could in college.
I don’t mean to brag, but at five feet and five inches tall, and weighing one hundred and twenty-five pounds, after getting back in shape after giving birth, I have a fit, curvy body. My breasts were 34Ds before our daughter was born and I started nursing her, and now my breasts are 34EEs. My ass is also full and heart-shaped. My breasts and ass really are enticing to most men, and they fall over themselves staring at me. Add to that my dark-blonde hair and green eyes, with big, wide-set eyes, and facial features similar to the actress Emma Stone, and I sure get a lot of attention from all of the men.
This story is about the events at a neighborhood Halloween party about three months ago, so I won’t spend much time talking about my experiences in college. But briefly, I joined a sorority that was known for taking care of the sexual needs of the boys in our affiliated fraternity. I experienced sucking and fucking dozens of boys, some with rather average sized cocks, but others were well-hung athletes who could really fuck.
I could never seem to get enough, and I loved eating their cum when I had the opportunity. I averaged fucking at least ten times per week and giving more blowjobs than I could count. Some of that happened on dates, but at other times pulling a train, or just giving blowjobs, to entertain the frat boys in their home.
I was so used to being treated like the tramp I was, that when I met Jack, and he was such a perfect gentleman, I really fell for him. He’s a handsome, dark-haired guy with blue eyes, and at six feet and one-inch-tall, and weighing one hundred and eighty-five pounds, he's fit and muscular. He waited until our fourth date to try to fuck me, although he did enjoy burying his face in my big boobs, and he would suck them for hours, starting on the second date. I’m not overly impressed with his average-sized, six-inch cock, but he does have other talents. He enjoys eating me out more than even fucking me, and that has become a routine part of our sex together. He even eats me out after we fuck, and that turns both of us on.
Jack is a lot more conservative than me in most aspects of our lives, and other than having a taste for my pussy, he's not very creative when it comes to sex. We fucked maybe three times a week in the beginning, and that had tapered down to once a week by the time the baby was born. He did enjoy fondling my huge breasts when I started lactating, but he only showed mild interest in drinking milk from my tits.
I sometimes got frustrated thinking about all the big cocks I had in college, and how often I fucked, but I didn’t want to cheat or do anything to ruin my life with Jack. The strange thing is that although Jack is so conservative, he does enjoy seeing other men look at me so lustfully.
We waited for three months after our daughter was born before we started fucking again and had only done it a few times in the fourth and fifth months. When we did fuck, he wore a condom, since I hadn’t started taking birth control again, for fear of interfering with my lactation. We were thinking about trying to have another baby anyway, and we planned to start trying five months after the baby was born. He does eat me out several times a week, but I was still too sore to take too much fucking until the end of that fourth month after the birth.
I drank a lot of booze in college, and I hadn’t been able to drink from the time I got pregnant, all the way up to the present, since I was breast feeding our daughter. So, when our neighbors three doors down invited us to a furry-themed Halloween party, I was excited about going. The party was on the Friday night before Halloween, and I arranged to have my mother watch our daughter for the night of the party and all day Saturday. I expressed my breast milk the week prior and froze some of it and refrigerated the rest. I wanted to have enough to feed the baby for three or four days, to give the booze a chance to flush out of my system, before my daughter suckled from my breasts again.
We didn’t know our neighbors, Fran and Jeff, very well, but were always cordial with them when we saw one another out in the yard. Fran was always interested in how our daughter was doing and knew that I was breast feeding her. One of the other neighbors told us that Fran and Jeff are into the furry fandom subculture, and they take their vacations every year at furry conventions. I didn’t know that much about the furry thing, so I did a little research.
I found out that people in the subculture are interested in portraying fictional anthropomorphic animal characters with human personalities and characteristics. Examples of anthropomorphic attributes include exhibiting human intelligence and facial expressions, the ability to speak, walk on two legs, and wear clothes. Most people who like to dress up like animals like that are white, and about seventy percent are under twenty-five years old, but there are also furry fans at all ages, up to sixty plus, and all races.
There is apparently a lot of role playing that goes on in that subculture, and some people think that there is a lot of sexual role playing when the furries get together. The article also stated that there is a higher percentage of homosexual and bisexual participants, than in the general population. After reading all of that, I had to wonder just how entrenched our neighbors are in furry fandom, and I was looking forward to seeing them and their furry friends in action.
Jack looked online and found a furry wolf costume, but I wanted to choose something sexier and provocative, to show off my body that had firmed up since the baby was born. I wasn’t sure how Jack would react, but I finally found what I was looking for. It's a full-body, skin-tight, Lycra, Holstein cow costume, with the characteristic black and while spotted body. The top is sculpted for a woman with large breasts like mine, and that area is white, with tan nipples positioned over where my breasts would be. They even offered big breast inserts for women with smaller tits. The body suit also has a tail sticking out from the back, and a full headpiece that looks like a cow’s head, with ears and all.
I just knew that I would look fantastic in that outfit, with my huge breasts and nice ass straining against the fabric, and I knew that it would also display my thick camel toe quite nicely. I didn’t tell Jack that I was ordering it, for fear that he would stop me. I had plenty of time to get it before the party, but I didn’t show it to Jack until it was too late to order something else. Jack wasn’t home when I tried it on the first time, and it fit just like I hoped. My breasts look so huge, bulging out almost like udders look on a real cow, and the multiple nipples are realistic.
The head piece fit very well, and it's made it in such a way that it's actually a pretty cow, if that makes any sense. With the areas cutout for the eyes, and the shortened, cute snout on the mask which allowed easy access to my mouth, I knew that I would be able to see out and drink, without anyone recognizing me. There's also a thin, almost invisible, zipper than runs from the top, high on my neck, down between my breasts, and then down through the middle of my crotch. It ends at the tail, at the top of my ass, and allows me to unzip to go to the bathroom if I need to, without removing the whole costume.
Jack didn’t see my costume until late on Thursday night before the party on Friday. He was both complimentary and irritated. He said, “Holy shit, Jill, you look fantastic in this costume. But damn, sweetie, don’t you think that it’s a little too revealing? The way it fits so perfectly to your body, I can see your big tits hanging there, and every jiggle, almost like you’re nude. And not only can I see every luscious curve of your ass, but your fat pussy is bulging out there for everyone to see. You told me that these furry parties can get a little wild, and I’m worried about you looking so enticing to everyone. You know that I like you to show off, but I think you’re asking for trouble is this outfit.”
I got him really worked up when I hugged him and rubbed my tits and crotch against him, and rubbed his cock, as I whispered in his ear, saying, “It’s been over a year since I’ve looked this good, honey, and I’m anxious to drink again and show off a little bit. You always enjoy it when men gawk at me, and I think there’ll be a lot of that with me wearing this costume. It’ll get us both turned on, and we can come home after the party and start trying to get me pregnant again.”
He pushed me back on the bed, and quickly pulled down my zipper, and then dove in to suck my pussy. It was amazing looking at him down between my legs, sucking on my juicy pussy, with my swollen breasts pushing out of the unzipped costume. He sucked me to a huge orgasm, and then stayed between my legs and fell asleep there. It seemed that he was getting excited about me showing off my body, and I think he liked the idea of using the party as a way to get our libidos revved up, so we could fuck to impregnate me again.
I nursed the baby for the last time about 5:00 pm on Friday, and then took her, her supplies, and the breast milk over to my mother’s home. I got back home at about 6:00 pm, when Jack was just getting home from work. We had a small dinner and took a long, hot shower together, and then dressed for the party, arriving as planned at 8:00 pm. There were cars parked up and down our street, and I’m guessing that there were at least fifty people there, dressed in all types of costumes.
Fran and Jeff were dressed in male and female fox costumes, and they didn’t know who we were until we introduced ourselves. She was almost speechless looking at my costume, but finally said, “Oh my goodness, Jill, you look so amazing and sexy in that outfit. Jeff nudged me when you two walked in, and he could hardly believe how revealing your costume is. A lot of the furry costumes are rather modest, but you look so hot. You’d better be careful, girl, since many of the men and even some of the women, including me, will be after you tonight.”
Her comments weren’t surprising, after the research I had done, and it was interesting that she would so openly admit that she was attracted to me. I had done a little girl-on-girl sex in college, mostly to entertain the fraternity boys, and found it to be enjoyable as a diversion every now and then.
There were people dressed in every kind of animal costume that you could imagine. There were wolves, foxes, cats, dogs, raccoons, lions, tigers, rabbits, kangaroos, and many more. Jack and I started drinking mixed drinks right away, and it was fun getting myself inebriated while being anonymous in my costume. Loud music was playing, and after the party got going, and everyone had a few drinks, they began dancing.
It was a little hard to tell because of so many similar costumes, but it appeared that couples who looked like they were married, and had come to the party together, were dancing with others. It didn’t take long before the room became sexually charged, and people on the dance floor were lifting their masks to kiss, and they were openly rubbing one another’s genitals. Jack had gone to the bathroom and then was talking with a man that he recognized from work, and I kind of lost track of him with several other wolf costumes in the room, and the house being so crowded.
Several of the men had been staring at me, and I was getting turned on. And after Jack left to talk to the man from work, I think some of the men got the idea that I was available. I certainly had no intentions of getting amorous with anyone, but it was fun being sought after by other men.
I had been drinking heavily, was feeling no pain, and standing in a corner of the crowded room. A man in a bull costume came up to me and said, “Hey, Elsie, why’s a pretty little heffer like you standing here all by herself?
His reference to Elsie the Cow, the cartoon cow developed as a mascot for the Borden Dairy Company, was surprising, since Elsie was an icon back in the 1940s through maybe the 1990s. I wasn’t sure how he could know that reference, if he's a young guy. He also called me a heifer, which can be a demeaning name for a heavy-set woman. I took it as a compliment, though, since he was obviously looking at my big tits, with my protruding nipples, and cushy ass.
The man was really a little intimidating, and he has a deep voice and slight accent that sounded like he could be African-American. His costume is similar to mine, in that it's skin-tight Lycra, but totally black, and his full-head mask looked like a bull, with horns and all. He's about six feet and three inches tall and weighed maybe two hundred pounds. He's very muscular, with a bulging chest and big arms, and the shapes of his genitals were as visible to me, as my tits and camel toe were to him. I could hardly believe the size of his cock, which had to be soft, and was running down his right leg about seven inches. On the left side, I saw the bulges of his big, low-hanging balls.
I had fucked a few big-cocked, black football players in college, and it gave me chills just looking at him. I didn’t want to do anything to encourage him, but I also wanted to be polite.
So, in the fog of my inebriation, I answered his question, saying, “My husband is talking to a friend from work, and I’m just observing the party. But I could ask you the same question. What’s a handsome Benny the bull like you doing talking to me? Aren’t you here with your wife?”
He gave a deep belly laugh, which sounded strange coming out of his bull’s mask, and responded, “Good question, Elsie. My wife is off somewhere dancing with a horny guy in a kangaroo costume, and I couldn’t help but notice you standing here. And I have to admit, that I’ve never seen a more beautiful pair of udders. It makes me thirsty just looking at you.”
Well, there it was. He was definitely amused by my reference to Benny the bull (mascot for the Chicago Bulls) and entranced by my big breasts. I was a little surprised that he was that forward and wasn’t too bashful to bring it up to me. Under normal circumstances I would have ignored him or told him to fuck off. But my breasts were swollen with milk, since it was almost my normal feeding time for the baby, and I decided to have a little fun with him.
I looked at him and said, “What you would have no way of knowing, Benny, is that these big udders you like so much are just bursting with milk. I’ve got enough milk here to feed two calves. Too bad you aren’t a calf, Benny.”
He was quiet for a few moments and then said, “Oh my fucking goodness, Elsie, that is almost too much for me to take. What I wouldn’t give for just a taste. How would you feel about going down the hall to the guest bedroom and giving old Benny a taste? I’d be forever in your debt, and even willing to share a little of my bull’s milk if you wanted it.”
I didn’t expect him to take me up on my tease that way, my pussy was wet, and my tits were aching, just thinking about being suckled and having my breast milk swallowed by a man like him. I was mellowed out enough from the drinking that I was convincing myself that it couldn’t hurt anything to give him a taste, and that would also help relieve the pressure, so I wouldn’t have to go home to pump out my breast milk.
So, I slurred my words, saying, “This just might be your lucky day, Benny. My tits hurt so bad from the pressure of the milk, that I might just be willing to give you that taste. You have to promise, though, if we start this, you will drink until I have relief, and that it will go no farther. My husband and I are trying to have another baby, and I’m unprotected right now.”
He quickly agreed, saying, “Anything you say, Elsie. I’ve just got to get my mouth on those big tits and nipples, and I love drinking breast milk. Before it’s all over, you might want some of my milk too.”
I wasn’t really up on the lingo, but I was sure that he was talking about his cum as his bull’s milk. I certainly didn’t see things going that far, so I followed him down the hall to the spare bedroom. I lay back on the bed, elevating my upper back and head on a couple of pillows. He moved to my right side, and started to lay across me from the side, as I pulled down my zipper from my neck, down to my navel. He took off his mask and smiled like the Cheshire Cat when he saw my big breasts burst out of the fabric and pushing the front of my costume wide open.
Without his mask, I saw that he's a handsome black man, probably in his mid-forties, with a shaved head. He cupped and kneaded my right breast in his hand as he began sucking hard on my left breast, taking my thumb-sized nipple and brown, silver-dollar-sized areola into his mouth. It felt so good being sucked aggressively like that, and my milk was flowing like a stream into his mouth. That’s the first time I ever experienced a sexual arousal from having my breast sucked, and my right breast was also leaking from him squeezing it. Jack had barely and only half-heartedly sucked my lactating breasts before; nothing like Benny was doing.
Benny and I were both moaning as he sucked my breast, and it was like I felt his sucking all the way to my pussy. I was getting so aroused, that I supported and caressed his head with my left hand, as my right hand rested on his left thigh, which was only natural given our positions. I was still under the influence of the booze, and his sucking felt so good that I absentmindedly began to rub his thigh. He must have wanted to take advantage of my arousal, and he slowly twisted his hips back, which brought my hand into contact with his bulging genitals.
I know that I should have pulled my hand back, but I liked the feeling of his massive balls and thick cock shaft, and they felt bigger than any I had in the past. I started rubbing back and forth on his cock lump, and felt it throbbing and pulsing as it expanded under my hand. I didn’t realize what he was doing when he moved his hand from my breast to the top of the zipper on his costume and began pulling it down.
The next thing I knew, he was sliding the zipper down under my hand, and I was then stroking his thick, rock-hard, uncircumcised cock that I estimated is about ten inches long. By that time, he had been sucking me for about ten minutes and my milk was flowing less. So, he got up to move to the other side, so he could lean over me the same way, and suck my right breast.