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  She laughed softly. She couldn't help it. The look on his face was priceless as he saw the half-clear fluid begin to seep into the sheer blue of her bra. A mixture of disbelief, surprise, and delight played over his features. He brushed his thumb over her nipple and brought it to his mouth to taste. Then he paused as a realization hit him. He sat back again.

  "Wait a minute. Does this mean you're—?"

  This possibility hadn't occurred to her. Her eyes widened, and she raised herself up onto her elbows. “Oh! No, no, no! I'm not!” She brought her hands up to cup and squeezed her full breasts. “I induced this myself, Sweetheart! You mentioned a certain desire."

  She had barely gotten out the last word when he pulled down the cups of her bra to cradle the full softness that spilled into his hand. He studied her face, his face the picture of incredulity. “You did this..."

  She nodded, sliding back so she could sit with her legs to one side and pulled him toward her. “Watch.” Taking her breasts in her palms she gently stroked toward the nipples, with fingers and thumb opposing on each. Small drops appeared at the tips of each nipple. Collecting them on her fingertip, she brought the finger to her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, holding his gaze with hers as she did. “Your turn."

  She turned and nestled between his legs, her back to him as he knelt. “Give me your hands, hon."

  He brought his hands around her waist and she guided them to the same positions hers had held. “Now,” she instructed, “just stroke gently.” She closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation. “Ohhh, good.” Her breath came shorter as she tried to control herself for just a moment longer. She didn't have to tell him to taste. She gasped as his fingers brushed her nipples, collecting the milk.

  "Mmmm,” he sucked on each finger in turn. “Sweet!"

  The next thing she knew, she was on her back again, this time with his body pressing her to the mattress. He grinned as she yelped in surprise. “You mentioned something, too.” It was not a question, and if it had been, she couldn't have answered quickly enough. He covered her mouth in a passionate kiss, then moved down and started caressing one breast gently as he began suckling the other.

  "Oh, fuck!” She cried out as she felt the electricity of the milk letting down. The warm liquid began to flow and he switched to the other teat, spreading the milk from the first over her belly.

  "Mmmm,” he raised her head and licked her lips. “Hold on.” He stood by the bed and stripped, watching her as she brought a nipple up and licked it. “Damn,” he breathed. “Unbelievable."

  Lying down beside her, he claimed her legs with one of his and started licking and nibbling her nipples, moving back and forth between her breasts. He was rewarded with moans and sighs of pleasure.

  "Oh, my God,” she groaned. “I want you-ooo” This last word was lengthened as he pushed her g-string aside and slid a finger into her. She gasped as he started to pump one finger, then two, in and out of her. She began crying out, her moans becoming louder, betraying more intense need. Her milk flowed freely now as he started sucking more insistently than before, stroking her g-spot with his fingers. “Mmmmmmm! I'm so close!” She cried out, “Oh, God! Please make me cum!"

  He let her nipple go long enough to say, “Anything you want, baby!” He began sucking hard and finger fucking her faster, faster ... until she screamed and her back arched, and he was treated to the sight of the milk fountaining out of her in small arches of lucent liquid. She writhed and pounded the bed, caught in the intensity of her orgasm. He took some of the fluid from her belly as she twisted helplessly. Stroking the length of his cock a few times, his lips parted as the slickness helped his strokes. He enjoyed her pleasure and he didn't wait until the explosion had subsided before he slid her panties off her and pulled her over on top of him. She cried out again at the ecstasy of his thick cock pushing into her.

  He held her to him as her milk spread between them, hot and slippery. Their moans and cries mingled into that sweet song of passion they both so craved to hear. The silken walls of her pussy embraced his throbbing cock as he pumped slowly, sensuously. She closed her eyes as she sucked gently on his shoulder, nibbling occasionally, moaning into his flesh, feeling and loving every inch as he slid in and out of her. Oh, but she wanted more.

  She placed her hands on either side of his face and whispered, “Sit up, please.” He stopped just long enough to scoot back a bit and sit up as she leaned back. Suddenly, her expression became one of surprise as his cock head stroked her g-spot and sent her close to the edge again. Tremors took over her body again. He held her hips as she arched back, arms supporting her, and a scream of ecstasy pushed forth from her core. Seeing the liquid flowing from her tits, he bent forward, sliding his hands up her back and sucking thirstily on the ruby rose tips, sending her over again just as she would have come down.

  Startling him with a low growl, she gazed into his eyes as she brought herself forward to kiss him hungrily, tongue pushing in to dance with his, her arms wrapped around his neck. It was his turn to cry out desperately. She pressed her slick body against him, the milk flowing warmly down his belly and on to where his cock met her cunt, and further around his testicles, down between his cheeks. This alone was pleasurable. She could tell by the twitching of his cock and the passion of his kiss. It was how she fucked him after she knew they were both covered in her milk that brought the desperation.

  Slowly, so slowly, she raised herself till just the tip of his cock head remained inside, then came down on him hard and fast. With each sensual thrust, she cried out as his length was buried in her. Her body, her breasts, the nipples so hard, her belly so very soft, all slid up and down over his torso. He could feel her taut buds massaging his own nipples, the firmness of her breasts slipping wetly over his chest.

  Gradually, her speed increased. Little by little, their mingled passion song rose, becoming louder and more frantic. Again she screamed in rapture as her climax built and released. She bucked on his cock and screamed into his neck as he held her tightly, his arms around her shoulders.

  When her orgasm subsided, she raised her head and kissed him deeply. “More,” she breathed, before he pushed his tongue into her mouth again. He almost screamed into her as she let her legs out from under her and his cock plunged completely into her. Her ass slid smoothly over his balls as she began to grind on his beautiful, thick cock and his eyes widened as his head stroked the deepest parts of her tightness. He felt the tremors and knew she was close. His hands on her hips tightened as he began to drive her gyrations, faster, faster, until she felt his throbbing cock expand within her, squeezed snugly by her inner walls. She knew but she held back, wanting to cum as he did.

  Ohhhh ... There! He exploded in her, hot cum filling her, and she allowed her own rapturous release, the silken flesh stroking and squeezing his juices out of him as he had squeezed the milk from her tits.

  When at last their shared climax had subsided and he had slipped out of her, releasing a flood of delicious juices all over his testicles, she couldn't resist going down and licking his cock clean. He tried to bring her up to him, but she wasn't done and wouldn't come up yet. Still, she never did get to finish, because he tossed her onto her back and pinned her arms while he licked and sucked every bit of milk from her belly and breasts, grinning as she squirmed and squealed while he tickled her with his tongue.

  Finally satisfied, he pulled the covers over them and lay with her, grinning and stroking her hair as she scooted down to rest her head on his stomach and encircle his leg with her arms. Exhausted and at least temporarily sated, they drifted to sleep, each wrapped in the love of the other.

  AUTHOR INFORMATION

  TALIA KELLEY

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  Ever since she first learned to read in order to read the Sunday comics, Talia Kelley has loved books. She was the girl with her nose in a novel at lunch time, who miraculously made it home reading as she walked. Stuck in the basement of her mom's friend at age 10, she read her
first paperback romances. Talia thought about it for awhile, and decided that while she enjoyed the back and forth between the men and women of these stories, they seemed very much the same in plot. She decided that she could do better. She started writing.

  Talia rightly had no romance in her life at that time, so she didn't write her first erotic tale until the age of sixteen. When her parents found it, they raked her over the coals. Although they both agreed that the writing was quite good, they could not countenance this genre. The would-be authoress put away her quill for a good, long time. She only picked it up again at the age of 27, when she set down an erotic dream that had brought her to gasping wakefulness. From that point on, she's felt compelled to write erotic tales. After a core-changing breakup, Talia discovered a wicked, twisted side and has enjoyed taking on many different sub genres. She enjoys the thought of affecting her readers the same way that dream years ago affected her.

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