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Breakfast of Champions

3/27/2006

Johnny knocked on the front door with an eager anticipation.
He hadn't seen Bobby in two years, and was dying to renew
their friendship. That's the trouble with switching
jobs and re-locating: you miss out on your dearest friend's
lives. And what friends they were. From junior high through
college, they were nearly inseparable. The door opened,
but instead of finding Bobby's beaming smile staring
back at him, he beheld a beautiful woman’s face instead.
It was Karen, Bobby's wife of a year-and-a-half. "Hi.
Are you Johnny?" she asked. "Yes, and you must
be Karen." They shook hands, and Karen led him into
the house. Johnny realized she must have just woken up,
as she was still dressed in a cream silk robe. He followed
his friend's wife into the kitchen, expecting to find
his old buddy waiting. "I'm sorry, But Bobby
had to go in early today. He thought about calling you, but
figured you would turn down a free breakfast." Karen
had moved by the stove, where Johnny saw a pan of sizzling
bacon near completion. A nearby skillet had some great-looking
pancakes browning on top. Johnny had to agree with the theory.
Chances were, he wouldn't have come had he known Bobby
wouldn't be here. What would have been the point? Though
he did want to meet Bobby's wife, who had turned out
to be quite attractive, it was his long-time friendship
he wanted to renew. He was so glad to be back home. So glad
to be living just a few doors down from his best friend and
the rather shapely Karen. Johnny had been looking at the
food cooking towards completion, but now turned his eyes
on his friend's wife. He started to realize just how
lucky Bobby was... "I hope your hungry! Have a seat..."
Johnny pulled out a chair from the table, and sat down. He
was hungry! Karen turned, a glass of orange juice in her
hand, and stepped to the table. Johnny watched her hand
slide the glass to him, then started to look up and offer
a smile of thanks. But something caught his eye. Karen's
robe had opened with her lean, and the unmistakable forms
of her enormous breasts pushed against the silk, producing
a rather enticing cleavage. The cream robe blended perfectly
with her creamy flesh, and the ample curves produced by
the two breasts were separated by the recessed, shadowy
area created between them. She stood up again, unaware
that Johnny had found her chest so interesting. Johnny
took the juice, and chastised himself for checking out
his friend's wife. As a still-single guy, his instincts
sometimes got the better of him. But no more... Karen slid
a spatula under a pancake, and slipped it onto a plate. Johnny
watched her, not so much form burning lust but from the fact
he really had nothing else to look at. "You did well
for yourself, ol' buddy..." he thought as he
eyed Karen's voluptuous form. He looked towards her
chest again, noting the fabric had re-sealed the view.
"I didn't think a woman's breasts got that
big!" he continued thinking to himself as he glued
his gaze to her upper body. He hadn't thought about
it when he first walked in the door, but her breasts were
substantial. They dominated her now noticed voluptuous
frame. Johnny wondered if they were the reason Bobby had
courted her. If so, they were two very convincing reasons.
She would have little problem earning the label of well-endowed.
She brought the pancake to him. Johnny wasn't even
aware of where his gaze was locked until the robe re-opened
and again flashed the light tanned flesh of her chest. His
eyes captured the view, from her collarbone down to the
shadow of darkness that filled the area between the silk
and the humps of her breasts. Karen set down the plate, and
laid out the silver ware. Her eyes were intent on her actions,
allowing Johnny to freely look down her chest and enjoy
the jiggling cleavage. "Very nice..." he again
thought to himself. "Oh, quit it! Stop looking at
her tits!" he commanded his eyes. But the gaze didn't
break until she turned around, and headed back for the stove.
Karen fixed her own plate, and sat down across him. The two
ate quietly, then started to become aquatinted after their
breakfast. "So how long have you and Bobby known each
other?" she asked. "Oh God, years... we go way
back..." "I figured. He's told me a lot
about you. He was very disappointed you couldn't come
to the wedding." "I know, I know... My stupid
job... I really would have liked to have been there..."
"Would you like to see some pictures?" "Absolutely!"
Karen rose from her chair, and went to a table in the familyroom.
She picked up a photo album, and brought it to Johnny's
side. Johnny cleared his plate out of the way, and opened
the album. He laughed as he saw his friend, all decked-out
in a tux and wearing a stupid grin. Then he saw Karen. She
was absolutely stunning. With make-up on her face, she
could easily be a model. Her dress was skin tight, revealing
an incredibly shapely body highlighted by the now familiar
cleavage poking out from the cut of her dress. Johnny turned
his head, ready to offer some safe comment of his approval.
But he quickly jerked his head back. Karen stood against
the table, leaning slightly as she enjoyed the pictures
with him. The slight lean was all that was necessary to expose
a significant portion of her left breast. Johnny turned
to the next page. Exactly as he did so, his fingers went numb.
A wave of heat spread through him. His eyes pointed to the
pictures, but were unable to focus. They were locked in
the distance they wanted to see - the distance to Karen's
tit. He snuck a peak, and felt his cock harden as he noticed
the glint of the morning sun reflecting from her upper breast
and into his eye. In actuality, he could only see about a
third of the breast's total mass. But the closeness,
the proximity of the breast, and it's beautiful shape
were enough to make him want to grope right then. Her delicate,
tanned skin... her perfect, round curves... He turned
to the next page, moving his head as he did so he could steal
another glance. The breast heaved slightly with a breath,
and he noticed a pair of freckles near the sternum. The right
breast was blocked by the silk robe, but the left majestically
displayed much of itself thanks to the slack on the left
side of her body. He continued turning pages. Karen leaned
closer, resting her hand on his shoulder. The touch wasn't
sexual, it was practical. She needed to see so she could
explain the shots. But when she outstretched her left arm
to point at a certain detail, Johnny couldn't help
but look directly down her further opened robe. Her exposed
chest moved underneath his eye, allowing him sight of both
curves, and , oh god..., a thin ridge of her rose-colored
bra. Joe wondered if she detected his hot breath on her exposed
flesh. She seemed oblivious to the condition she was putting
him in. Why did they have to be so big!! Johnny felt at once
glad for the exciting views the open robe provided of her
cleavage, and yet partly wished she would put something
more concealing over her body. He liked looking at women's
breasts, but not his best friend's wife's. If
this was any other woman, he would try to fuck her. Either
with words, or with actions, he would try to feel her smooth
body and completely expose those incredible tits. He loved
the femininity of a woman’s anatomy and being an attractive
guy, he had no trouble attracting many in the past. But Karen
was unbelievable. Those breasts... those tits! Such a
rare sight to his eyes. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to
fuck such a rare jewel. He neared the end of the book, when
he heard crying from upstairs. That's right! Bobby
and Karen had a baby a few months ago! "I'll be
right back..." Karen left the table, and headed for
the stairs. Johnny gulped down his remaining orange juice,
hoping his erection would settle before he tried to get
up. Karen didn't return right away, so Johnny got up
and started examining the house. He was glad for Bobby.
A good job, a hot wife, a new baby... and he did it without
leaving home. He stayed in their small little town, whereas
Joe had left for what he thought would be bigger opportunities.
He shouldn't have put their friendship in jeopardy
a second time. Johnny had nearly ruined their relationship
their first year of college. Bobby was dating a very nice
blonde, in fact, so nice of a blonde that Johnny decided
he needed to fuck her. He was always luckier with women than
Bobby, and sure enough, the blonde eagerly accepted his
advances. But you shouldn't fuck the girlfriend of
your best friend, especially when you're roommates.
Bobby surprised them by returning early one night. But
he was the more surprised to stumble in on Johnny's
cock pumping into his girlfriend's eager pussy. And
in Bobby's bed, no less. What a mistake. They finally
patched up their friendship, and Johnny swore he would
never touch his friend's woman again. He turned as
he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Karen appeared
around the corner. Johnny knew he had to leave once he saw
her again. He immediately made up an excuse, and started
for the door. He knew he might lose control based on what
he just saw. The cleavage was bad enough, but she now wore
the damp stains of her milk across the silk robe. She had
been breast-feeding her child. Johnny made it to the door,
and turned to say his farewell. He made sure his eyes didn't
travel down her body to the area of her wet nipples. They
shook hands. "Why don't you come tomorrow?"
she asked. Johnny noticed her robe was hanging more loosely
across her. Evidently, she hadn't tied it as tightly
as she had earlier. Oh what the hell... he looked again.
Her cleavage swooped down her chest, past the round tops
of her breasts and the protruding curves. Right down past
the descending curve back to her chest. She had taken off
her bra. "Ok." Johnny headed out, chastising
himself for the urges that had sprung up inside him. It would
be safer tomorrow, he figured. She would probably be in
a more concealed state of dress... Bobby called that night,
apologizing for missing his friend. He explained they
were going through a mini-crisis at work, and that's
why he had to go in early. "So what do you think of Karen?"
He asked. Ordinarily, Johnny would have told him exactly
how he felt. He would have told him he had an incredibly hot
wife, who had the sexiest cleavage he had ever seen. But
he didn't want Bobby to know how much time he had spent
looking at her breasts. He didn't want to plant a seed
in his mind that would recall that horrible past. "She
seems great!" He offered. "Very friendly,
and a good cook!" Bobby said he should be there the
next morning. Johnny started to feel more comfortable
about returning. But he couldn't help but flash images
of Karen in his mind as he went to sleep that night. He couldn't
help but rub his hardened cock against the mattress...
Fuck! What was he thinking?? He had been back in town two
days, and all he could think about was Karen's breasts.
What it would be like to see them... what it would be like
to have her robe open just a little further, and expose the
full nakedness of her breasts and nipples. What it would
be like to wedge his cock between those soft curves... Johnny
sat up, and beat his cock raw the rest of the night thinking
about Karen and her breasts. He couldn't shake the
image of their voluptuous shape covered by milk-dampened
stains. This is Ok, he told himself. I can think about her.
Then nobody knows, and nobody gets hurt.. He finally fell
asleep, and dreamt of Karen sleeping beside him; the wind
gently blowing open her robe and exposing the shadowed
line of her ample cleavage, and the little curve formed
above the sternum where they met in a soft press. The robe
flapped in the breeze, tantalizing him with large exposed
areas, but never enough to see her nipples. Evidently,
his mind knew where to draw the line. He arrived at breakfast
the next morning. Again, Bobby had to leave before he got
there. Johnny had thought about coming earlier, but realized
it would be more difficult to stare at Karen's breasts
with her husband in the room. He fought the idea in his mind.
Yes, he wanted to look at Karen. He wanted to once again soak
up the sight of that heaving ample cleavage. And if Bobby
caught him! He didn't want to think about that. He had
looked at, admired, and masturbated to her tits. But he
wasn't doing anything really wrong. After Karen opened
the door, Johnny nearly had a heart attack. He had barely
sized up her extremely short and delicate robe when she
wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. Johnny had
to arch his hips to keep her from feeling his hard-on. But
he did manage to feel those magnificently soft breasts
mash against him... Oh, Goood! He thought when she stepped
back. She had applied a full day's make-up. Her hair
was clean and radiant. And that robe! Johnny stole a glance
at her bare thighs and the promising area between them.
It went only a little past her waist, and seemed to be glued
to her perfect breasts, unable to conceal their full shape
in anyway. Of course, her trademark cleavage was carefully
hidden under the silk. But with luck, this robe would open
as easily as the first. Johnny found it impossible to take
his eyes off her now. She moved through the kitchen, stretching
and leaning in ways that seemed to psychically call out,
"Fuck me." Johnny wanted to answer those calls,
but worked out his frustration by chewing his food. Shestill
seemed perfectly oblivious to her arousing state of dress.
She acted like a caring host, but didn't make any comments
or innuendoes to suggest she was trying to
seduce Johnny. She was a very sexy woman, and probably dressed
like this to please Bobby. Since he was Bobby's best
friend, she obviously felt she could trust him not to have
sexual thoughts about her. But she was wrong. And Johnny
hated himself for it. He would have given his right arm to
touch and kiss those breasts for even five minutes. Karen
knelt in front of him, handing him a slice of grapefruit.
"Thank you." Johnny said. Not for the grapefruit,
but the overdue parting of her robe. Her cleavage crept
with the bend, opening to what appeared to be the top of a
lacy white bra.
Her tanned flesh called to him from the shadow across her
chest.... "Taste me... lick me... rub me..."
"That looks very nice!" Johnny said. Again,
he wasn't talking about the grapefruit.
Karen moved over to the doorwall and glanced outside. "Looks
like it's going to be a beautiful day!" she beamed.
She turned a bit, and leaned against the countertop. She
lifted her hands to her head, pulling her shiny hair up with
her fingers. Her body was positioned between Johnny and
the outside light. That proved most effective at demonstrating
the sheer quality of her chosen robe. Her shapely, voluptuous
body cut a striking silhouette under the garment. Her legs,
her hips, and of course, her breasts, were all outlined
to their exact shape. She moaned lightly as she exhaled
a deep, erotic breath. Johnny stared at her body, feeling
safe in his lustful gaze so long as Karen's eyes remained
closed. He could practically feel her breasts with his
eyes, and taste the protruding nipples with the same look.
Like the day before, the scene was interrupted by the sound
of the crying infant. Johnny managed to break his admiring
stare before Karen could open her own eyes and notice him.
She quickly bounded to the stairs, heading for her needy
child. Johnny thrust his hand into his pants and found his
throbbing cock. He jerked himself right at the breakfast
table, the image of Karen burning in his mind. "Oh, Karen...
oh Karen..." he muttered to himself. He knew he was
going to cum, but where? He didn't want to
splooge into his pants, announcing his actions to the young
mother. He stood up, stroking himself as he walked, and
made it to the sink. He pictured Karen opening her robe for
the infant child, exposing that heavenly breast and life-giving
nipple. He imagined the baby's young lips covering
the tit, milking it for it's needed nourishment. Johnny
came into the sink. He unloaded onto an unwashed plate,
moaning Kim's name quietly as he did. He rubbed himself
a few more times, then quickly rinsed the plate and the small
amount of sperm on his hands. He managed the rest of the breakfast
more easily, now that his monster load of cum had been dumped.
But a few more leans brought a few more glimpses of Karen's
bursting ample cleavage, and he found himself hard again
in no time. Needless to say. Tomorrow's invitation
was accepted with eagerness. This couldn't go on forever.
Johnny would start his new job the next week, and these little
erotic breakfasts would come to an end. "Might as
well enjoy it while I can..." he reasoned. Karen wore
the same robe the next morning. She wore the same robe, and
once again, Johnny was the only one there to appreciate
it. Karen made omelets, and performed the usual stretching
and reaching routines from the previous days. Johnny particularly
watched as she stretched high up for something on an upper
shelf. His mind told him to offer to get it for her, but his
body made him sit, and look to the tight little ass lifting
up with her reach. Oh, yes... Sure enough, A flash of Karen's
white silk panties crept out from underneath the robe.
Oh, that precious spot between her legs and under her ass.
Johnny started to wonder why he put himself through this.
Why did he continue to come over and be inadvertently boiled
to a sexual frenzy? "Could you screw this top off?"
Johnny thought she meant her bra, or he hoped she meant her
bra. But the jar in her hand quickly ruined that fantasy.
Karen walked to him, rested the jar and the table, and bent
forward. Johnny watched the exposed portion of her chest
grow from the thin line of her cleavage to the complete sightof
her breasts and the lacy pink bra that held them. The robe
dangled well below her bursting bosom. Her breasts dangled
deliciously in the lacy cups. Johnny sat with his mouth
hanging open. He could see nearly every detail of this beautiful
woman's chest. He could clearly see the line of skin
where her breasts sprouted from her thin frame. He could
see the bra straps loosely hanging from her shoulder and
the breasts shifting slightly inside the cups. Those same
cups indented the skin along the ridge, their firm hold
shaping, and supporting the massive size. He again noticed
several little freckles, and immediately wished he could
kiss them. "Go ahead, use those strong hands."
Johnny almost reached for her tits, but figured she meant
the jar. He placed his hand on the round lid, staring at the
humps dangling behind it. Karen didn't rise from her
position. She held her pose, seemingly unaware of how highly
exposed her motherly female parts had become. Those breasts!!
Those over-sized breasts held so firmly in that lovely
pink bra. And they weren't just large from her pregnancy.
Those babies were huge in her wedding photos. She was a large-breasted
woman, pure and simple. As much as he wanted to bathe in the
sight of her tits, Johnny realized he had better unscrew
the top. He twisted it hard, and it came off. Karen reached
for the lid, lifting her exposed right breast higher than
the left but inducing a maddening jiggle in both. She then
continued cooking, but was interrupted by the baby crying.
She interrupted her preparation, and headed for the stairs.
Johnny again slid his hand down his pants. He massaged the
aching tip of his penis, trying his best to simulate the
feel of Karen's smooth, creamy breasts. Then he had
an idea. He sprang to his feet, his pants still unzipped.
He carefully moved up the stairs, hoping he wouldn't
call attention to himself. He heard Karen cooing in the
background, and noticed a light streaming through the
door at the end of the hall. He tiptoed towards it, hoping
against hope he could pull off his mission. His heart pounded
as he moved his eye in line with the opening. He quickly made
out Karen's luxuriant hair, and her slightly rocking
head. She was turned away from him, allowing him to move
closer to the door to expanding his field of view. Karen
sat on the bed, her arms undoubtedly holding up her newborn
to her milky breast. Johnny struggled for a look at the creamy
skin, praying he could see at least one of her hidden nipples.
But her back was directly towards him. Damn! Johnny grew
frustrated as Karen began humming to her baby. Then he noticed
it! Directly opposite Karen’s lovely exposed front was
a full-sized mirror. Johnny's eyes darted to the reflection,
and quickly picked up on Karen's open robe, and the
breast she bared for her child. He couldn't see the
nipple... the infant's mouth and head blocked the
view. But he could see the full roundness... the gentle
slope beginning at the top of the breast and ending in a large,
curved mass of brown flesh. His hand went back into his pants,
and he began to massage his cock slowly. He watched as excess
milk spilled down her breast, and how she mopped it up with
her robe. He watched as Karen closed her eyes. She had stopped
humming, and now heaved her breasts with heavy breath.
She was moaning! Johnny quickened the pace on his cock as
he realized she was enjoying the sucking. She was getting
excited! She moved her hand, as though she was going to touch
herself, but evidently thought better of it. She pulled
the baby closer, and started squeezing her unused breast
with her left hand. Johnny knew he was about to cum. He didn't
want to leave, but felt unloading his sperm on her bedroom
door wouldn't be too appropriate. He made it back downstairs,
and released once again into the sink. Karen came down a
few moments later. Johnny's cock returned to life
as the glowing beauty stood in front of him, her left nippleclearly
visible through the milk-dampened robe. Johnny
ate his breakfast, but wished he had what the baby got. Karen
moved back to her counter, and took a nearby towel into her
hands. Johnny watched her from the side as she brought the
towel against the dampness. He watched the contour of the
breast beneath the robe shift and alter as she rubbed herself
with the towel. She then slipped the towel inside, palming
it against the curved, moistened breast beneath. Johnny
watched as she dabbed at the milk, and the eventually returned
to her cooking. She didn't bother to re-seal her robe.
She sat down opposite Johnny, the robe sagging wonderfully
towards her side and exposing that cleavage. About half
the vertical distance of her breasts were visible, and
the smooth, shimmery outlines suggested that she was braless
once again. "Well, " she said as Johnny headed
out the door "sorry you haven't had a chance to
eat with Bobby. I hope I have been good company..."
"The best." Johnny replied. "We'll
get together over the weekend, I'm sure. I know he's
going in early again tomorrow, but why don't you come
over for one last breakfast?" "I wouldn't
miss it!" Indeed not. Johnny knew he couldn't
refuse looking down her robe one last time. In Bobby's
company, he completely expected those wonderful tits
to be covered. The last morning began as usual. Karen hugged
him as he arrived, pressing her warm, cushioning body against
him. Johnny noticed one thing different: she had a chain
around her neck that disappeared into the closed robe.
Another thing was different. No cooking. The kitchen was
without smell, the stove without heat. Johnny was a little
confused, but figured she just hadn't started yet.
"Have a seat." she offered Johnny. Karen sat
down beside him, not across. She was at the head of the table,
at a ninety degree angle. She started with small talk, asking
about Johnny's life in town back before he left. Johnny
answered her questions, figuring she just wasn't
hungry yet. Or maybe she had something finished she had
in the fridge or something. "You know, I have a long-time
childhood friend, too." Karen said. "Really?"
"Yes. I have a picture. Would you like to see it?"
"Sure." Karen smiled, and pulled open her robe.
Johnny's heart pounded as she willingly exposed her
cleavage. The chain that rested against her bosom ended
in a small locket. Karen folded back her robe, allowing
it to remain open. She grasped the locket, opened it, and
held it towards Johnny. The chain wasn't that long.
As Johnny leaned forward to clearly see the picture, herealized
he was only inches from her breasts. His body went numb.
His breath quickened. His cock screamed at him from within
his pants. In all honesty, he couldn't have told you
what the picture was. His eyes looked right past it, and
down Karen's magnificent chest. She wore no
bra. Her beautiful, large, breasts heaved in front of him,
with only a enough robe left on them to cover her nipples.
The dark skin merged with the shadows that formed further
down her body. Her light freckles sat happily beside the
glinting light from outside. Karen closed the locket,
but didn't close the robe. She sat across from Johnny,
talking now about how much she enjoyed having a child. And
how she hoped the baby would be a best friend to her. Johnny
looked at her, allowing his eyes to wander down to her exposed
chest as often as possible. He was obsessed, enchanted,
and unbelievably aroused by those incredible breasts.
Karen continued on about her baby, and the bond she already
felt she shared with it. "Speaking of which..."
Karen cupped her left breast. She squeezed it slightly.
Johnny saw the silk above the nipple dampen. "Excuse
me for a minute." Karen got up, and headed for the stairs.
The timing was wise. Johnny wondered if he could keep from
attacking his friend's wife. He had enjoyed her unconscious
views, but today... He wanted her. He wanted to take her,
and caress those bouncing breasts and make them his own.
He wanted... Johnny continued his new ritual and slid his
hand into his pants. He wrapped It around his engorged cock,
trying to comfort his lust. Come on boy, he thought... can't
think about that... He got up, working his cock with a fever.
He walked into the family room, pleading with his body notto
head for the stairs. His pants were past his hips, making
his steps difficult. He jerked himself, fearing any loss
of contact would create a moment of weakness. And then...
who knows... "Johnny?' Oh shit! Johnny pulled
his hand out as he heard Karen coming back down the hall.
He barely got his pants up before Karen appeared around
the corner. She carried her infant child in her arms. "You
don't mind if I breast-feed, do you?" Johnny
stammered out a "No." But oh fuck... was she
really going to do it? Oh fuck! The infant tugged at the silk.
Johnny watched as the tiny hand managed to open her robe
in uncontrolled jerks, exposing her dripping nipple in
quick flashes. The infant's tiny fingers found there
way to the tit, and Joe felt ready to cum his pants as the fragile
hand clamped her brown, tender nip. Kim sat down, and properly
opened her robe. She sat directly in front of Johnny, unashamed
of the gorgeous breast she made naked before him. The baby's
mouth quickly found it's breakfast, and happily sucked
the warm milk from her tit. Johnny watched the tiny mouth
purse and suckle the round nipple. he watched the excess
milk run out the baby's mouth, down Karen's bare
breast, and onto the white silk robe beneath. He couldn't
speak. He couldn't breathe. His body tingled from
head to toe as he watched this female, this beautiful female,
suckle her infant child to her naked breast. The motherly
instinct over-rode any self- consciousness of the nudity
of her chest, or the open legs that Johnny now realized offered
a clear view of her skimpy white panties. Maybe she just
trusted him. Maybe she felt he was so close to Bobby, that
he certainly would be close enough for this. Johnny noticed
the locket was gone, and then remembered his own pants were
unzipped and open. He finally looked at her face. Karen's
eyes pierced through him as she stared back. She stared
back with a look that at first suggested anger. An anger
coming from the realization Johnny was getting sexually
aroused during this perfectly natural female act. "What
have you been doing?' she said in a motherly tone. She
held the infant in her arms, but mostly with her left one.
Her right arm pulled away, and brought her hand to her neck.
Her fingertips ran against the smooth, creamy tanned flesh.
They ran down the middle of her chest and over the dark, curved
line formed by the pressing of her breasts. She took the
robe in hand, and lifted it from her right, dripping nipple.
"Come here, baby... Come get your breakfast."
Johnny lunged for her. He strode quickly to her, then knelt
before her. "Ohh!" Karen moaned as Johnny took
the free nipple into his mouth. The warm, sweet milk flowed
across his tongue. Johnny sucked on her breast, letting
the fluid pump freely into his mouth. He gulped it down,
sucking her motherly fluid into him... tasting her body...tasting
his friend's wife's breast... He kissed the nipple
through the stream, allowing milk to drip down Karen's
chest and stomach on her right side. "Oh, baby..."
Karen squeezed the breast, milking it for Joe who continued
to suck. His eyes looked down her body. Her legs were open,
but not all the way. Johnny slid his hand under the robe.
"Oh yes... touch mommy..." Karen arched slightly
as Johnny brought his fingertips against her soaking panties.
He was going to fuck her, he
knew that. He was going to fuck his best friend's wife.
His conscience ordered him to stop, but as his eyes saw the
droplets of white milk spatter against her pussy, his body
took control. Johnny felt the infant's foot brush
against his earlobe. The child continued suckling her
left breast, evidently content that it would be enough.
He smiled, knowing he was enjoying this more. His fingers
pushed against Karen's sweet, hot opening uhh,
ooh yess!" Karen's body flinched, as though
she had anticipated the touch for years. Her rubbed her
slit, feeling the soft silk rub against the ridges of her
cunt. He bit her nipple. "Ahh, uhhhh!" She thrashed
slightly. Johnny felt her cunt twitch, and slid his fingers
past her panties and inside her. Her pussy was warm and moist.
He flashed momentarily on Bobby, and the realization his
fingers were now where Bobby's cock had been. Where
Bobby's cock had to be in order to make that child. He
felt some milk dripping onto his hand. he rubbed it into
her cunt, imagining the sight must have been similar to
when her cunt dripped the white of her husband's sperm.
"Oh... my cock..." Johnny could barely stand
the pain of his raging penis. "Aww, poor baby! Let
mommy have a look!" Johnny's mouth moved off
her breast. She leaned forward, still clutching her baby,
and slid down Johnny's already opened pants. His swelled
penis popped out and dangled in front of her. "Look,
it's all swollen... want mommy to kiss it and make it
better?" Johnny didn't answer. he didn't
have to. Karen rested her child on the couch, then pressed
her warm, sweet lips against Johnny's shaft. "Oh..."
He moaned with the touch. Karen kissed it several times.
Soft kisses. Motherly kisses. She began stroking it, like
a mother rubs her child's elbow after a fall. "Is
this better? Does that feel good?" "Ohh, yess.
That feels so good! So good..." She took it into her
mouth, applying tight sucks with the gentle bobbing of
her head. She sucked him for a minute or so, cooing reassuring
sounds from deep in her throat. Johnny watched her lips
glisten his cock, and the bobbing of her breasts beneath
it. Karen pulled her mouth away, but continued stroking
with her hand. "Why don't you lie down here, and
mommy will tuck you in..." Karen stood and picked
up the baby. She let her robe dangle open as she rested the
child in a nearby stroller. In the meantime, Johnny stretched
out on the couch. He was flat on his back, watching Karen
as she returned. She noticed his erect penis poking straight
up, and stroked it some more. Then, she dropped her robe.
Johnny's cock yearned for her touch to return as he
beheld Karen's naked body. Her flesh glistened in
the streams of milk that ran down her front. She climbed
over him. Her dangling breasts brushed against his chest.
Her nipples jiggled to his mouth. He kissed each one before
Karen moved her own lips to his. He felt his body humping
upwards as Karen pressed against him. His hard cock rubbed
against her panties. "Mommy needs you to get undressed..."
She helped Johnny undo the buttons of his shirt. He eagerly
slid out of it as he let his eyes become hypnotized by Karen's
jiggling tits. "Mommy needs help getting undressed..."
Johnny moved his hands to her hips, and slid off her panties.
She wriggled her body and moved up on him, allowing Joe to
get them completely off. "Give mommy a kiss, honey."
Johnny kissed the exposed pussy that sat in his face. Karen
rubbed it up and down, spreading her juice across is chin
and nose. "Mommy's going to take care of you now.
She's going to make your big hard cock feel all better..."
She moved back down on him. Johnny let his muscles go limp
as Karen massaged his bare chest. She moved her hands down
and steered his cock into her cunt. She started humping
his desperate penis, moving her hips up and down with increasing
rhythm. Joe watched her bouncing body as her cunt tightened
on his cock. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Is mommy's pussy
helping?" "Oh yes, Ohh, God yes!" Her
breasts bounced with her fucks. Johnny reached his hands
up, caressing those sweet breasts while those sweet hips
drove him into her. He was fucking his best friend's
wife. And loving it. Her breasts continued to squirt, Johnny
caught what could in his mouth and let the rest splash on
him. "Ohh! You're such a good boy!" she
screamed. Johnny felt the sperm surge from his cock and
into Karen. She squealed as she felt his hot cum lick the
insides of her pussy. She slowed her bounces, savoring
the feel of his cock as it lost its hardness. She collapsed
on him, and kissed his nose. Johnny felt the warm pressure
of her cushioning breasts and the poking of her erect nipples.
"Do you need mommy to sleep with you?" she asked.
"Yes." Johnny answered. She rested her head
against him and closed her eyes. Johnny stayed awake for
awhile, enjoying the feel of his friend's wife against
him. He had to fuck her, he just had to. He felt a small burning
of guilt, but it was overshadowed by a more powerful feeling:
the anticipation of fucking her again. He just hoped he
was finished before Bobby came home.

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