A New Neighborhood - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Deborah felt the passion take control. She could feel a lust rising and rising, taking control of her mind. What does she want? To be sweet? To show kindness? To be polite? No! She wants sex!

Rob doesn’t mind giving her what she wants, she’s such a muse. A thick, stacked muse! Her curves are so sensuous, her body’s so plump, soft on every place he touches her. A mature, tender woman. He can embrace her warm flesh and feel the thrills run down his spine.

But there’s more than just this, more than just thrills, there’s something else about to run down, something creamy…

He never really thought Deborah was going to go for something like this. She seemed so nice, so peaceful, so sweet and kind; he thought she was going to be the least luscious of them. But she’s not!

Can she be blamed? So what if she wants sex? We all have our needs, right? Now, Rob’s beneath a 6´8” amazon, with her boobs right in front of his face. He can feel the heat rising, he can feel how the passion’s taking control of her.

The moaning, her soft thighs pressing him from the sides, Deborah’s enormous! And not just on the boob department, like Cassie, and not as tight as Bella; Deborah’s her own kind of amazon. Thick, soft, with such flesh, with all of the curves in all of the right places.

To see her naked was so revealing. Her butt 's so nice! Firm, big, round, a compliment to her enormous thighs. But, right now, her butt or thighs, those are not in his mind, her boobs are the star of the show.

Rob can only register the enormous tits that are in front of his face. He can only feel the lust directed towards her mesmerizing bosom. So big, so heavy as they bounce, as they sway from one side to the other. As they jolt, as they crash with one another. The jiggles those breasts give as they bounce, as they swing before him.

So big, so juicy, and this makes him realize another thing, there’s something at the very tip of her nipples. Sweat? They look like drops, but they don’t shine as the crystal drops of sweat he knows, in fact, they look a little opaque, if the light was good enough, he’d be able to say they look kind of… white.

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Deborah was full of lust, she could feel the heat all over her body, but especially on her chest.

She could tell, as she lies on top of him, as she’s in all fours over him, that he’s looking at her breasts. That he’s captivated by her big boobs. The way she shakes them, the way they move, he loves the sight of them. He 's hypnotized! But there’s more to it.

Does she like being watched? For her boobs to be such a distraction to him? For them to be his one concern, well… yes. But there’s more to the feeling of pleasure, of joy it gives her to know he likes her boobs. More than the thrill of knowing he can’t look away from her breasts, she could feel the heat.

And this was a different kind of heat, if she could recall, this was a feeling she already knows, but she’s not thinking straight. Her mind’s lost in the handsome man beneath her, lost in the thrill of knowing how hot she makes him, lost on the bliss of sex.

If she knew better, if she could think this properly, she could realize there’s a churning feeling in her breasts.

She moans, she rocks her body back and forth, she can feel her flesh jiggle, and she can also feel the heat rising.

Lust? Desire? Why is the heat only growing on her chest? More precisely, in her boobs. If she had paid more attention, she would’ve noticed that her boobs were feeling hotter and hotter. And that was not it, they felt tighter and tighter, as if they were swelling…

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“Ohhh, OHHHH!” Deborah moaned, she felt pleasure all over, her nipples were so sensitive! But it was not a result of lust, not exclusively at least.

Meanwhile, Rob was staring at her breasts. Little by little, he could see how they were swelling. He was confused, what was going on? Was she getting closer? No. Her boobs seemed as if they were approaching, but she was not falling over him. So, what was going on?

Well, it’s obvious, if they look bigger but she’s not approaching, then it can only mean one thing… They are growing.

Bigger boobs? Why were Deborah’s boobs getting bigger? He couldn’t think enough to find an answer. All he did was to stare and wait for something to happen.

Rob only stared, he just watched as they swelled. Growing bigger and bigger, slowly, more and more veins were showing over the surface of her inflating breasts. One cup size? Two? Right now, she looks three cup sizes bigger! Her nipples are getting harder and harder as her breasts grow. Why? Why were they growing? What was going on?

—

She couldn’t not know what was going on. In the end, it was obvious.

She could feel the pressure growing inside her breasts. It was inevitable not to notice her boobs swelling more and more as they grew bigger. Why were her breasts expanding? Well, as she noticed the churning inside them, it was easy to tell.

“Oh no!” She thought, as all she could say were moans and all she could do was to keep going. He won’t notice, right? If she calms down, there’s a chance nothing will happen, right?

Deborah panicked, she was so confused about what was going on. Why was she lactating? It was obvious, now at least, that her breasts were producing milk. Why? Why now?!

Why were her breasts producing milk? He won’t notice, unless it comes out. In the meantime, they are just swelling, and it’s in such a way that it’s annoying and arousing her.

He seems thrilled by the growing of her breasts. If the milk comes out, he’s really going to notice, but if it doesn’t, then she can get away with it.

If he finds out, he’s going to freak out. Milking breasts? Will he be ok if he’s in bed with a milf who’s lactating? She feels so nervous, so concerned, and at the same time, she can’t stop to do a thing. Her plan was to keep going and make him come before the milk begins to come out. Will that work?

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This was easier said than done, the more they go on with this, the more pleasure she feels, and the more pleasure, the fuller her breasts grow.

Why? Was it because she hasn’t had sex in ages? There’s no way anyone can start lactating because of sex! At least when she hasn’t had a milky accident since forever. Was it lust? Could her breasts respond in this way after the teasing?

Is this a new response to sex? Is her body, her mature body, going through some unpleasant changes? Why would she want to start lactating again? She’s already gone through that. Why now? Why after such a long time without a single drop of milk inside her boobs, why is it happening now?

Rob didn’t seem to notice, and she was happy about that. But this is only because the milk hasn’t come out.

For a really long time, all of the milk that could be seen were two drops, one on each one of her nipples. It seems there’s no flow, no drip, no signs of the milk coming out. But the pressure’s still growing.

He could see as they swelled bigger, as more and more blue veins were appearing. Her boobs seemed so huge! So tight! So massive!

Rob could do no other thing but to wonder: “What if I pinch them?” What if he drives his fingers straight to her nipple and pinches it? What if he caresses the surface of her massive breasts? Her swollen, swollen breasts.

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The pressure, the pleasure, Deborah had no idea which one was bigger. But, soon, a new feeling came. A touch.

Rob’s hands began to caress her massive breasts. He began to massage her gigantic tits. How big had they gotten? How many cup sizes have they grown? Why had they grown? He didn’t care much for it, but he’s soon to find out.

“W-wait…” Deborah said, but her pleasure was such that she could barely speak, it was more like a whisper.

They were both breathing heavily, so her words were not easily heard. On the other hand, the pressure of her boobs, that something she could definitely feel. And it was a growing feeling!

Rob was unaware of her discomfort, her face was out of his sight, all he could see were boobs. Enormous, swelling breasts. Soon, his fingers went straight to her nipples, and with the first pinch, he released the pressure.

Before he pinched, Deborah was trying to think on what to do. Should she get up? Should she leave and find a way to release the growing pressure? She needs to milk herself, right? She owns a pump, at least she used to. And she hasn’t thrown that away. It should still be around.

Can she sneak out, find the pump and milk herself? How much milk is she holding right now? It will take her some time, will he leave? If she takes too long, will he get up and leave?

She had no time to think of an answer, he had already pinched her nipples, and the milk she was trying to hold back was finally released.

—

Like opening a tap? Like popping a balloon? No, this was more as if he had released all of the liquid on a dam. And all of it was falling on him!

“R-Rob!” She panicked, the first thing she felt was the pressure being released.

Suddenly, the mild began to escape her tits, pouring down her nipples like spray! Like showers! Showers of creamy milk, and all of it was falling on him.

Rob stood there, he had nowhere to go, no chance to move. As soon as he pinched both nipples, milk began to pour. Just like rain, the milk was falling on him. He was soaked, the sheets, the bed, they were all soaked. The least he could do was to close his eyes and wait.

Deborah felt so ashamed, had she just… exploded over him? Did she just milk-shower him? Milk-bathed him? Had her two enormously full breasts just exploded and dropped all of the extra pressure on him? Yes, that’s exactly what happened.

But she can’t deny… it felt so good.

A feeling of relief, to the point where it gives you such pleasure. She could feel a tingle between her legs, and it was not the twitching of his member, it was pleasure.

Better than sex? She can’t tell that, not yet since they are not done, but it was certainly good. The heat was ceasing, she could feel her breasts less and less hot, still warm due to the tease, but not unnecessarily hot. 

However, there was a new feeling. Shame, she could feel her face going red. She didn’t even want to look at Rob. What will be the expression on his face? Disgust? Awkwardness? Anger? Poor guy, her milk literally came all over him. He must be furious. Right?

—

“Rob, are you ok?” Finally, she moved, crawled back a little to look at him.

He was lying there, with his eyes still closed, totally soaked. Milk all over him, dripping on the sides of his face, on the sides of his arms and torso.

Then, he opened his eyes, blinked a couple of times and turned at her. She swallowed, was he going to get up and leave? Did she accidentally pin him to the bed and he couldn’t escape? This was also his fault, he pinched her nipples, but no milk would’ve come out if it wasn’t for her lactating breasts. 

“How are you, sweetheart?” She’d appreciate an answer.

He blinked a couple of times, what can he do? Well, before the milk runs down completely, why not give it a taste? He stuck his tongue out and licked his lips. Soon, he met the creamy taste of her rich milk.

“Mmmm, milky.” He said.

Deborah blinked a few times. Milky? So he’s not mad? Did he… like it? 

She had no idea what to expect, but he was not mad. He was not pretending, right? Did he actually like the taste? And… will he want some more? She feels full still, maybe he can help her with that.

It’s either him or the pump; and if there’s no pump, she´ll have to do it the old-fashioned way and milk herself with her fingers. Or… she could use Rob.

“Did you like it?” She asked, expecting the best.

“Well… it’s tasty, yes. Creamy, warm…” he started.

“So, you’re not mad, are you?” This was not a common thing during sex.

“Well… I think that, you should see the good side of every… new experience. So… I’m not mad. It’s just milk, right? It’s natural.” Yes, but he would’ve appreciated a heads-up.

“Yes, it’s natural. I’m sorry, I had no idea this would happen. I promise, I don’t… I don’t normally lactate. Much less during sex. But, you know, things happen.” She giggled.

“Oh, no, don’t worry…” He looked at her, and she looked at him. And then, she had a request.

“Rob, if it’s not much asking. I’m still feeling kind of full. If you liked the milk, and you don’t mind, could you… help me get the rest out?” she asked.

“The rest? Oh, the rest of the milk… I guess I could. Sure.” He nodded. “And… how am I supposed to do that?” It’s obvious, right?

Deborah bent forward, once again, her boobs were so close to him, but this time, her nipple was right in front of his face. He could smell the creamy scent of her milk, and see that there were still blue veins over her tits.

“Simple. Suck! You can suck on them, there’s plenty of milk, just for you. Warm and tasty… would you like that?” Would he?

Well, why not? This could be one of the dangers of hooking up with an amazon milf. Or, is it a perk? He said it before, the milk was tasty, will he mind some more?

He said it, open to a new experience, look at the bright side of new things. 

—

Rob found himself latching on her nipple. He had to suck too little for lots of milk to come out. she was not lying, there’s still plenty in there.

“Mmmm, yes… that´s, mmm, right…” Relief, she was feeling relief. Mixed with a few more things.

Like kisses, his lips felt like kisses over her nipple. The wet and warm feeling of his mouth surrounding her tit. She quivers, it makes her tremble. Shake to the core.

She moaned as he sucked, quivered as he drank from her milk. And when he was over with the first tit, there was another one waiting for him.

Maybe this was not the best decision, he was full because of dinner. Can he fit a lot of milk in his stomach? This… is this considered indulging? There must be protein in the rich milk of this amazon, right?

Maybe it was silly for thinking this but, could drinking the milk of this amazon woman result in a… second growth spurt?

Being a 5´3” man with a very imaginative mind, he thought there could be a chance that the milk of the 6´7” woman could, somehow, be more nourishing? Help him grow a few inches? Well, the only growth here will be on his stomach. Now, the milk that was churning inside her enormous breast, is now doing the same but inside his stomach. He 's feeling full.

“Mmmm…” He moaned, but in discomfort. He could feel his stomach stretching.

“Aww, too full? You can do it, honey, you’re almost half-way with my last titty. Maybe… maybe you need some motivation? A distraction?” Deborah could feel the discomfort in him, but she was one step ahead already.

As she encouraged him with her words, her hand went down to his crotch, for a little “distraction”. She wrapped her fingers around his hard member and began stroking it. Slowly, gently, but firmly and sensuously. His legs squirmed while she did.

“Don’t focus on the fullness, try to think only in my tits. And if that’s not enough, just focus on the feeling down there. Feel my hand, massaging your member, gently stroking your cock. The feeling of pleasure my big, soft hand can give you as I jerk you off. Mmmm, yes, I´ll milk you as you milk me, hehe.” She’ll drain him as he drains her tits, that’s a fair trade, right?

Well, it certainly worked. The discomfort was forgotten and the feeling of lust came back. The heat on his crotch, the sensitivity on his member. Deborah knows what she’s doing, using the sexual pleasure to distract him from his overly full stomach.

Stroke after stroke, and he sucked and sucked. In the end, she was done, her breasts were completely empty. And as he unlatched, she gave him the final couple strokes.

“Mmm, OoooooOOOHHH…” He came, his cum felt much hotter than her warm milk.

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“You did so good!” She cheered as his head lies over her lap.

“Too… full…” now that the lust was gone, he was back to reality, and a very full stomach.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better. Momma’s gonna rub your stomach…” She loves to call herself that way, it feels so tender.

“Mmmm…” He’ll feel better tomorrow, and probably he won’t be drinking any milk any time soon. But this was done.

All three ladies have had their fun with him. And he has certainly enjoyed it! Now that they all know he’s in for some fun, what do these milfs have in mind? What awaits him tomorrow? He’s free, right? Tomorrow’s his free day, nothing to do but to enjoy and have some rest. A well deserved rest.