breasts exam

After breakfast in the RV campgrounds so called “restaurant”, I headed
out to follow the route outlined by my friend the waiter. It was
beautiful and worthwhile driving through. The month was August and it
was sort of dry, but still there was a lot of foliage at this high
altitude. I would guess I was at about 10 or 11 thousand feet when I
began having doubts. The road was alive with animals in the shape of
deer, bear and and what I took to be wolf.

Jill went back to school and found herself a husband. Tiffany and I
split up because she didn’t like the fact that my work was causing me to be out
at weird hours. All 3 of us kept in touch and got together from time to time,
just the three of us, for dinner, and some unusual deserts.

I made a cassette copy of my mix and hopped into my 1991 Eagle Premier
and drove to Tiffany’s place. I got there just a few minutes after the mix
ended. Pleased with my work and what was sure to be an eventful afternoon, I
locked up my car and went into Tiffany’s house. There was a note on the floor.
It said, “Lock the door and come upstairs.” I locked the door and as I did, I
heard a strange noise. As my professionally trained ear listened more closely
I realized it sounded like 2 women moaning with something muffling them.

“Hey babe, want to dance?” he asked, in a melancholy voice.

“Sure, why not?” she said.

So they began to dance. She wasn’t a great dancer. She just
kind of kept shaking her arms and legs the same way, over and
over again. After a while, he felt the way you feel after you’ve
seen the same commercial too many times, that feeling of “Oh, I
know what is going to happen next, but my brain is too dead to
care.” Ho hum, he thought. But he knew that you had to dance at
least three dances with a woman before you could seduce her, so
he tolerated it.

The second dance was even more boring than the first. The music
switched from rock to reggae, but her dancing hardly changed at
all. He started counting beer cups in people hands, while he
danced, just for something to do. He had counted 112 by the time
the dance ended. “Great, only one more dance to go, he thought.”

The next dance was a slow dance. A lot of parties never put on
slow dances, but this one did, and Jack was very happy, because
he didn’t think he could take a third fast dance with her monotonous rhythm.

He looked at her, when the slow music started, wondering if she
was ready for slow dancing. She had that same look in her eyes
that he had seen hundreds of times before, that look that says
“Go ahead, put your arms around me and start dancing. Have I got
something better to do?” So he did. And her rhythm was definitely different this time, finally. Now, she basically just
stood there, kind of wobbling back and forth a little. And now
he realized how much he hated slow songs, because they just went
on, and on. It was a slow love song, just like so many love
songs he had heard before. This one was worse than many, however, because it was one of the ones that was currently getting too
much play on the radio.

Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off
the dance floor. He tried to think of a clever line, but then
decided he didn’t need one. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Jill,” she said.

“Yah, and I’m Jack.” They would have laughed, but both of them
had heard so many Jack and Jill jokes in their lives, that neither even found this real life coincidence at all funny.

‘So, I bet now he’s going to ask me to go for a walk with him.
Why do guys always use the same lines?’ she thought to herself.

“So, Jill, want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful evening.”

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least a walk will be more fun than this
party. I wonder why all parties seem alike? The only thing
which wasn’t totally average about this party was the slow dance,
and I don’t even like to slow dance.’ “Sure,” she said, “where
are we going to walk to? Your place, I suppose, right?” She’d
been asked on too many walks not to already know the destination.

“Yah,” he said.

Now that she was pretty sure he wanted to seduce her, she decided
to appraise him. 5′ 9″, brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly
athletic or well dressed; but no body odor, no zits, and his hair
was combed. She would take what she could get. “Let’s go.”

The walk to Jack’s place was too long. The party had been at one
of the river houses, but both Jack and Jill lived in the Quad,
away from the main campus. They had gone up to the river houses
because, as usual, the quad was dead that weekend: only one
party, and it was lame. They walked up Garden Street, back to
Currier House. It was a walk both of them took every day, at
least twice a day, and both of them found it pretty wearying by
now. They went through the standard conversation about majors,
year of graduation, etc. but neither was really paying attention; they had asked and answered the questions so many times
before.

When they got back to Jack’s room, Jill was not very impressed.
Currier was one of the newer, more modern dormitories, and all of
the rooms were pretty similar. Jack had not done much to distinguish his.

“So,” Jill said, “how do you usually seduce women?” She was
feeling very direct.

“Usually, I try something with backrubs, but the last ten women
I’ve seduced, I’ve given backrubs, and I’m tired of it. What do
guys usually try on you?”

“They usually ask me if I want a backrub,” she said.

There was what would have been an awkward pause, if either of
them had really cared. Jack tried to think of something more
interesting than a back rub. He considered nude twister, but
wasn’t quite sure how someone would go about playing that exactly, without a third person to spin the spinner. He thought about
getting out his copy of the 5000 question purity test, but found
himself falling asleep at just the thought.

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

“Sure,” she said, lying down on his bed.

Slowly, he massaged her back, through her shirt. After about ten
minutes, her shirt started to ride up, intentionally, and he
began to actually massage her skin directly. Eventually, he
began massaging around her bra strap, and then clumsily unsnapped
it.

‘Thank God,’ she thought. It was taking forever. He gave an
average backrub, but she had never really been into back rubs
anyway. Eventually, his hands went lower and lower, and he was
touching the sides of her breasts, and then the front, and then
the nipples. ‘Pretty predictable,’ she thought.

Finally, she turned over, and they began kissing, and undressing.
She had a mediocre body, too much flab, but so did he. Neither
of them became particularly passionate, but both found the caressing vaguely enjoyable.

Slowly, his hand worked its way down to her vagina, and it was,
of course, slightly moist. He fingered her and sucked her tits
for a few minutes. Then, foreplay out of the way, he put on a
condom, and they had sex in the missionary position. He wasn’t
very good, not giving enough clitoral stimulation. She decided
to just lie back, and think of England. She had never been
there, so there wasn’t very much to think about, but it was more
interesting than the half hearted attempts of Jack, lying on top
of her. Eventually, Jack sped up his pumping. Faster and faster. ‘Great,’ she thought, ‘he’s almost finished.’ When he came,
spurting into the condom for a few seconds, she faked her orgasm.
He wasn’t fooled by her faking, but he didn’t really care.

My whole body began to contract and my movements were tense.
Sensations rippled through my body in immense waves as I
plunged my fingers deep into my vagina and massaged my
clitoris with extreme pressure. My juices gushed onto my
fingers and hands in colossal volume. I continued gliding
my fingers in and out, steadily decreasing speed and force.
I felt total release as if all was drained from within me,
my body contracted once more dropping me to the floor.

Ever since I was a mere babe I have always had an attraction to a
fine, shapely pair of firm lactating breasts. It must have
started on the first day of my life and it continues to this very
day.

My lover is a beautiful redhead that measures 36D-24-32 and is in
the best of physical shape. Last year we had our first child,
Seth. Three days after our son was born and we brought Stephanie
home from the hospital I asked her how it felt when she nursed
Seth…much to my surprise she said that it was quite exciting and
that it made her pussy very hot and wet. Then she suggested that I
should suckle her. I couldn’t believe it and my cock almost broke
out of my shorts just thinking about it. Quickly, I went to her
side and she bared her breasts to my eager tongue. I just sat
there mesmerized for a moment and then I gently licked her aureole
and felt a tightness that I had never experienced before…as I
began a sucking motion with my mouth the milk began to flow from
her inch long nipples and I was in heaven! Stephanie began to
insert her fingers into her pussy to gather some of her sweet
nectar which she quickly brought to my mouth too. What a
combination…the best milk in the world and her personal honey
too!

I pulled out my cock and stood up in front of Stephanies expert
mouth…slowly she took the head into her mouth and swished her
tongue along my meatus to draw out the clear liquid that was all
but pouring from my 7 inch cock. Slowly she lowered her head
until I was deep within her throat…then ever so gently with
another swirl of her tongue she began to mouth fuck me nibbling at
the base of my cock and then sliding all the way up to the head
which she sucked with all the lust I could stand. Just as I was
about to unleash a tremendous load of cum into her I pulled away
and asked her to lie on her back.

Placing my pulsing dick between her breasts I began to tit fuck
her. The head of my dick would just enter her mouth long enough
for a quick lick or two and then back out again. Stephanie began
to message her tits and I felt that familiar feeling deep within
my balls (readers; start your serious stroking now!). The milk
began to flow and my dick began to slide faster and faster between
her gorgeous globes as I was being coated by her beautiful white
liquid. “Cum now Honey”, she pleaded as I moved
faster…faster…the sight and sound was too much for me…”I’m
coming…I’m coming…Lick faster Steph…suck me hard…
harder… now baby…now!!!

She drank every drop and then licked off the milk that clung to
the sides of my now limp manhood. To my surprise she continued to
gently suck me and I quickly became hard for a long session of
making love. Before the day was over Steph and I were more
satisfied sexually than ever before.

Ever since that day we have had many wild nights (and days)
centered around her mothers milk…I hope she never stops my
personal feedings.

Well, how was it? I came again while writing and I know some of
you did too! I’m off to the other room for a tall glass of warm
milk…Ta-ta…