The morning sun painted the sky in a soft palette of pinks and oranges as Laura stepped out of the house, feeling the cool breeze kiss her skin. She'd chosen a white, wrap-around dress for the day's adventure, one that perfectly hugged her swollen belly and showcased her voluptuous figure. The fabric was light and airy, a stark contrast to the heavy burden of her milk-filled breasts that seemed to demand attention with every movement. As she adjusted the dress, a hint of her dark areola peeked out, a silent declaration of her newfound fertility.
Her nipples, perpetually erect and sensitive, poked against the flimsy material with an almost painful insistence. Laura felt a bead of milk form and slowly trace its path down her side, the fabric clinging to her skin as it absorbed the warm, creamy liquid. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of fresh dew on the grass as she walked towards the car, where her sister Liz was already waiting, sipping on a steaming cup of coffee.
Liz glanced at Laura and did a double-take, her eyes lingering on the small wet spot that had formed on the side of Laura's dress. "Are you okay?" she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Laura blushed, nodding as she climbed into the passenger seat. "It's just... these pregnancy hormones," she murmured, her voice trailing off as she adjusted the seatbelt over her bulging breasts.
The drive to the farmers market was filled with a tension that neither of them could quite put into words. Laura's mind was racing with thoughts of the flight to Seattle, the memory of Jessica's hand buried deep within her, the feel of her own gushing wetness, and the power she'd felt in that moment. The scent of her leaked milk filled the car, a subtle reminder of her body's primal needs.
As they arrived, the vibrant colors of the fresh produce seemed to pulse in time with Laura's quickening heartbeat. The bustling crowd and the tantalizing aromas of baked goods and sizzling meats did little to distract her from the ache in her chest. She found herself drawn to the stall with the ripest berries, her eyes glazing over as she imagined the sweet, tart taste of them on her tongue.
Selecting a plump strawberry, Laura brought it to her lips and took a gentle bite. The juice spilled over her taste buds, a delicious reminder of the sweetness that awaited her at home, and her eyes fluttered shut. It was as if she could feel the fruit's softness mirrored in the sensitive tips of her own breasts, begging for a similar treatment.
Her senses heightened, she was suddenly aware of a warm presence beside her. She opened her eyes to find a burly man with a friendly smile reaching for a berry from the same basket. His hand brushed against her arm, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her nipples. Laura gasped, the strawberry dropping from her trembling fingers, leaving a crimson stain on the pavement.
"I'm so sorry," Carl began, his eyes immediately drawn to the damp patch on Laura's dress. He couldn't help but notice the outline of her erect nipples straining against the fabric. The realization dawned on him, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he quickly averted his gaze. "I didn't mean to... to bump into you like that," he stuttered, his voice thick with unspoken desires. Laura's chest heaved, her breath coming in short gasps as she took in the man's rugged features and the way his shirt stretched over his broad shoulders.
Her thoughts grew hazy with the scent of him, a heady mix of earth and sweat that spoke of a hard day's work. She licked her lips, the sweetness of the strawberry still lingering on her mouth. The way he was looking at her, it was as if he could see straight through to her soul, to the part of her that craved to be touched, to be filled. Laura felt a thrill run through her as she wondered if he had any idea of the tumultuous journey her body had been on, the secrets she carried with her.
Her voice was low, almost a whisper, when she suggested they grab a cup of coffee to continue their conversation. Carl's eyes lit up, and she watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He nodded eagerly, and she couldn't help but notice the way his hand lingered for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary on the small of her back as they moved through the market. The heat of his touch was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire across her skin that seemed to trace the path of her spine and settle right between her legs.
The café was a quaint little place, tucked away in a corner of the market. It smelled of freshly ground beans and the faint scent of vanilla, a comforting aroma that Laura found surprisingly arousing. She chose a table outside, the sun caressing her skin as it began to peek out from behind the clouds. Carl's hand was firm on her elbow as they sat, guiding her into the chair with a gentle ease that made her knees weak.
"So," Carl began, his voice gruff yet tender as he leaned in, "how far along are you?" Laura could feel his eyes on her chest, the hunger in his gaze unmistakable. She took a sip of her coffee, the warm liquid doing little to soothe the fire that was building in her belly. "I'm in my third trimester," she replied, her voice a soft purr. She adjusted her dress slightly, allowing her breasts to spill out just a little more.
The fabric clung to her skin, outlining the fullness of her areola and the darkened peaks of her nipples. Carl's eyes flickered downward, and she knew he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch her. Laura felt a thrill of power, a delicious sense of control as she watched him struggle with his desire. She knew that she could give him what he wanted, and the thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
With a coy smile, Laura leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against the table. "Do you have any children, Carl?" she asked, her voice a sweet caress. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to compose himself. "Two," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "My wife and I are trying for more." The way he said it, with such passion, made Laura's pulse race. "There's something about a pregnant woman," he continued, his voice low and thick with lust, "something so... fertile and alive. It's intoxicating."
Laura couldn't help but chuckle, the sound a seductive purr that seemed to wrap around Carl's words and pull him closer. "Well, with me, you don't have to worry about that," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm already at capacity." Carl's gaze fell to her stomach, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her pregnant curves. Laura leaned back in her chair, one hand resting gently on her belly, the other playing with the tie of her dress. "But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the... other benefits," she teased, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Her hand stilled for a moment as a sharp cramp shot through her, a reminder of the life growing within her. She bit her lip, her eyes closing as she rode the wave of sensation. Carl's eyes went wide, his hand reaching out to cover hers without thought. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern. Laura nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It's just a little reminder that I'm in my third trimester," she said, her voice still low. "But it's nothing to worry about."
The cramp passed, and Laura felt a strange sense of liberation. She took Carl's hand in hers, her grip firm and sure.
"Would you like to feel it?" she asked, her eyes searching his. She didn't mean the baby's kick; she meant the power of her own sexuality, the raw need that pulsed through her veins like a second heartbeat. Carl's hand hovered over her belly, his eyes wide with surprise and desire.
With a tentative touch, he laid his hand on her rounded stomach. Laura's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress. His hand began to move in gentle circles, the friction sending a delicious warmth through her body. Her nipples responded to his touch, leaking milk onto the white fabric, creating dark spots that grew larger with every pass of his hand.
Carl's eyes grew darker as he noticed the dampness spreading on Laura's dress. He could feel her body reacting to his touch, the slight tremble in her hand as she held onto her coffee cup. Laura took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the movement, her eyes never leaving his. "Perhaps you would like to help me express myself to relieve a little pressure," she murmured, her voice in a tone he couldn't resist.
They stood, the tension between them palpable as they made their way to a more secluded area of the park nearby. The lush greenery and blooming flowers seemed to be watching them, whispering secrets of passion and desire. Laura led Carl to a quiet bench, the early morning dew still clinging to the blades of grass. She sat down, her legs crossed demurely, the fabric of her dress hiking up slightly to reveal the top of her thighs. He followed, his heart pounding in his chest as he took a seat beside her.
Without a word, Carl reached out, his calloused hand brushing against the silky material of Laura's blouse. She watched his movements with a hungry gaze, her breathing shallow and rapid. His fingers found the edge of her dress, pulling it aside to expose her swollen, milk-laden breast to the cool morning air. Laura gasped softly as he cupped her heavy flesh in his hand, his thumb ghosting over her hardened nipple.
His eyes never left hers as his mouth descended, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin. He latched onto her areola, the suction making Laura's toes curl in her sandals. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and relief that shot straight to her core. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, urging him closer as his tongue swirled around the peak, lapping at the bead of milk that had formed.
The sound of his greedy suckling filled the quiet park, the only other noises the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves. Laura felt her body responding in ways she hadn't anticipated, her hips rocking slightly as she chased the orgasm that was building deep within her. Carl's hand found its way under her dress, his rough fingers dancing along the soft skin of her inner thigh before settling between her legs.
Her eyes widened with surprise and pleasure as she felt his hand slip under the fabric of her dress, encountering the dampness of her bare pussy. She'd forgotten she'd left her panties behind in the hotel room, a deliberate move to stay comfortable and cool in the warm weather. Laura bit her bottom lip, holding back a whimper as Carl's fingers found her slick folds.
With a deftness that belied his rugged exterior, he slid three thick digits into her eager pussy. Laura's breath hitched, her body arching slightly as she fought not to cry out. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of the gentle pain that came from his roughened skin and the delicious fullness of being filled. Carl's eyes never left hers, watching her intently as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her.
Her muscles clenched around him, her slickness making it easy for him to move within her. Laura could feel her orgasm building again, the pleasure spiraling up from her core, tightening her stomach, making her toes curl even more. The world around them faded into a blur of color and sound as she focused solely on the feeling of Carl's mouth and hand on her body. It was as if she was in a bubble of pure, unadulterated pleasure, floating on a sea of need.
And then it happened. Laura's body spasmed, and she let out a soft cry as she squirted all over his hand. The warm, sticky liquid was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and he pulled away slightly, staring at his hand in amazement. Laura's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she watched him, her breathing still ragged.
Without a word, Carl brought his fingers to Laura's mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. She took them in eagerly, her tongue darting out to clean off the remnants of her own arousal. Laura could taste herself on him, the sweetness of her desire mixing with the saltiness of her milk. She sucked hard, drawing his fingers deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. It was a silent declaration of ownership, a promise of what was to come.
Her hand slid down to the front of Carl's pants, the fabric straining against his obvious erection. She could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his blood as he grew harder beneath her touch. Laura's heart raced as she unzipped him, freeing his monstrous cock from its confines. It sprang out, thick and heavy, the head a deep, angry shade of red. It was the largest cock she'd ever seen, and she felt a thrill of fear and excitement as she wrapped her hand around the base.
With a swift, practiced motion, Laura straddled Carl, her dress riding up around her waist. His cock stood proud between her legs, the head glistening with pre-cum as it nudged against her soaking wet pussy. She took a deep breath, feeling her inner walls clench with anticipation. Slowly, so slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes never leaving his. She could feel the tip of his cock, plum-sized and pulsing with need, as it probed the entrance to her womb.
The sensation was almost unbearable, the stretch as he filled her to the brim making her gasp. Laura's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a silent 'O' of pleasure. Carl's grip on her hips was firm, his muscles tensing as he held himself still, allowing her to dictate the pace. But the hunger in his gaze was clear, his need to claim her, to make her scream with pleasure, was almost a tangible force.
With a groan that seemed to come from deep within her, Laura began to rock her hips, taking him in inch by inch. The pressure built, the stretch was intense, but it was a sweet agony that she craved. Her wetness coated his shaft, making it slick and easy for her to slide up and down. She could feel every ridge, every vein, as he filled her completely. The sound of their flesh meeting was obscene in the quiet of the park.
Her breath grew ragged as she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Laura's hand slid up to her chest, her thumb circling her nipple as it leaked milk in a steady stream. Carl watched, his eyes glued to the sight of her naked breast, the desire in his gaze making Laura's skin prickle with excitement. She felt a warmth building in her core, a pressure that grew with every stroke of her hand.
And then it happened. Laura's orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her body with the force of a hurricane. She threw her head back, screaming out her release as her pussy clamped down on Carl's cock, milking him with every pulse of her climax. Her breasts sprayed forth, the milk shooting out in thick ropes to cover Carl's face, his eyes widening with shock and pleasure as he was drenched in her motherly essence.
He couldn't help but laugh, the joy and excitement clear in his voice as he wiped the milk from his cheeks. Laura's laughter joined his, the sound echoing through the quiet park. Her body continued to convulse around him, the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her core. Carl's cock remained buried deep within her, his hips jerking involuntarily as he felt her tighten around him.
With a final, desperate push, Laura milked him to his climax, her inner walls fluttering around his cock as he filled her with his hot, sticky seed. She felt his body tense beneath her, his grip on her hips tightening as he groaned out his release. Laura's own body responded, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her as she felt him empty himself into her.
As Carl's spasms subsided, Laura slid off his lap, her dress falling back into place, hiding the evidence of their tryst. She looked up at him through her lashes, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Without a word, she took his still-hard cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head to clean away the last drops of her milk. Carl's eyes rolled back in his head, a silent moan escaping as she worked him with expert precision.
Her throat muscles contracted around his shaft, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. Laura could feel his cum building once again, and she was determined to taste it, to claim it as her own. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she swallowed around his cock. Carl's hips bucked involuntarily, his body responding to her eager mouth.
With a final, guttural groan, Carl erupted, his seed shooting down Laura's throat. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his. The salty tang of his cum mixed with the sweetness of her own milk, a heady cocktail that sent her senses reeling. She didn't stop, not even when he was spent, his cock still twitching in her mouth. Laura continued to suck, her tongue playing with the sensitive skin until he was clean.
They sat there, panting and sweaty, the morning sun casting dappled light through the trees. Laura finally pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting them briefly before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile on her face. Carl's eyes were glazed with pleasure, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Standing up, Laura smoothed out her dress, the fabric sticking slightly to her damp skin. She took Carl's hand, and together, they made their way back to the bustling market. The sounds of chatter and the smell of fresh produce filled the air, a stark contrast to the intimate scene they'd just shared. Laura felt a sense of excitement and liberation, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter.
As they approached the berry stall where they'd met, Laura spotted her sister Liz chatting with one of the vendors. She felt a thrill of mischief at the thought of what Liz would think when she saw Carl's cum-covered hand, but she kept her smile innocent. "There you are!" Liz called out, her eyes lighting up when she saw Laura. "I've been looking all over for you!"
"We just had a little coffee... and cream," Laura replied with a wink, her voice dripping with innuendo. Carl's cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, his hand still buried in hers, sticky with the evidence of their encounter. Liz looked at them quizzically before her gaze fell to Laura's chest, noticing the damp spots on her dress. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her eyes glinting with amusement. Laura knew her sister could read her like an open book.
"Well, I see you've been having a good time," Liz teased, her voice carrying the barest hint of a knowing smirk. Laura felt the heat creeping up her neck as she nodded, unable to hold back the satisfied smirk that tugged at her lips. The tension between Laura and Carl was palpable, a silent declaration of the carnality that had just transpired in the quiet corner of the park.
