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1: Bernice

Chapter 1

 

Hal couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop staring at Mrs. Covington’s chest.

Bernice, he reminded himself. She had told him to call her Bernice.

He told himself that it was her fault that he couldn’t stop staring. She had huge breasts and she was wearing a tight tank top that didn’t exactly show everything, but wasn’t hiding much either. 

True, it was hot—he knew that because he was sweating after doing her yardwork—so she was appropriately dressed, though the shorts she wore were perhaps a size too small. 

Hal wasn’t an ass man, but even he could appreciate how the material clung to her curves.

But it didn’t help that she had pulled her hair into a simple ponytail exposing the back of her neck. After breasts Hal’s second weakness when it came to women was the back of their necks.

And Bernice was all woman. She was perhaps a little too old for him, but being home on college break for the summer and working a landscaping job didn’t give him much opportunity to pursue women his age.

“All done, Mrs. Covington,” he reported to her. “I mean, Bernice.”

“Thank you, Hal. Are you staring at my chest?”

“What!? No!” He had been. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. It was an obvious lie made worse by the fact that he could barely move his eyes upward to look her in the face as they talked. He saw she had cash in her hand to pay him. 

Instead of being offended, Bernice instead laughed. “You’re lying. It’s fine. I have a lot but in this heat I don’t want to cover up.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized. “I…I don’t have any excuse.”

“Other than being a young man full of…energy.”

He laughed nervously and drank the last of the water he had brought with him. It wasn’t much. Bernice noted it.

“Here’s the money I owe you. Would you like something cold to drink?” she asked him. “As a tip.” She lifted her hand with the cash in it.

Hal knew the smart thing to do would be to accept the money, thank her, and quickly leave. There was a Stewart’s just down the street. He could get a cold drink there or anywhere else. 

“A tip?”

“Yes. A tip.”

It was too much temptation.

“Sure.”

He followed her inside. He couldn’t help but stare at her ass. Her cheeks weren’t hanging out, but it was a close thing. For someone in her mid-thirties she was still in excellent shape.

Somehow he managed to get his eyes off her ass when they walked through the back door to her house. The air conditioning was running full blast and he welcomed the chill air. She led the way to the kitchen, heading to the refrigerator. Opening it, she turned and asked what he wanted to drink.

Instead of looking at the cold drinks on offer, Hal found himself staring at Bernice’s chest. 

There cold air had made her nipples hard. He could see the prominent bumps through her shirt.

His cock was hard. He hoped she didn’t notice.

“Just a soda.”

“Here am I offering you beers and hard cider,” she said, shaking her head but then furrowed her brow. “You are old enough to drink, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!”

“Good. Good.” She selected a can from the refrigerator and held it up for him. Hal nodded approval. Bernice selected a cider for herself. “Stop staring at my tits,” she said as she opened the bottle.

Hal had been in the process of popping the top to the can. Her words made him fumble the can, dropping it on the floor, resulting in it spraying carbonated sugar water on him and Bernice.

She was the first to react, grabbing the can and completely opening the top, before placing it in the sink.

“You got me wet,” she said to Hal.

His mouth dropped open, unable to respond at all.

Bernice laughed and grabbed a kitchen towel from a drawer. “I’m going to need to change my clothes,” she said as she blotted the soda that still clung to her skin “You too.”

“It’s…it’s fine,” Hal stammered, accepting a towel from her and drying himself as well. “It’s not far to my—” 

His jaw dropped open as Bernice pulled her tank top up over her head, freeing her tits.

She stood proudly in front of him, hands on him, letting him admire her.

“See anything you like?”

“They’re…so big.”

“Thank you. Do you know how they got so big?”

Hal slowly shook his head. “No…good genetics?” While Bernice didn’t have the lean body of an athlete but she wasn’t anywhere near fat. Just nice curves. A panicked thought filled Hal’s head. “They’re real, aren’t they?”

Bernice laughed. “Yes. They’re real. All me. All natural. They’re so big because I’m lactating.” She cupped the bottoms of her breasts, lifting them slightly to show them off. Her nipples were large and prominent with areolas that were perfectly paired to the large nipples.

“Lactating?” That didn’t make any sense. He knew that Bernice was married, but she didn’t have any young children. As far as he knew, she didn’t have any children at all.

“Yes.” Now she squeezed her breasts almost exactly the way that Hal wanted to do, to feel her flesh, to feel her body tremble as he manipulated her.

Hal gasped as streams of white milk shot out of her nipples. The streams went everywhere. Up. Down. Left. Right. Much of it landed on the floor, but more than enough got on his shirt and shorts.

“I got you wet,” she told him.

Looking down at himself, Hal couldn’t tell what wet spots were sweat, soda, or milk. What was obvious, however, was the bulge of his erect cock inside his shorts.

“It’s…okay.”

“Why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll wash them for you,” she offered.

“It’s fine. I can go home and change.”

Letting go of her tits, Bernice did her best to stifle a laugh. “You seriously don’t know when a woman is offering to fuck you?”

Once again Hal’s mouth worked, but no words came out.

He stood stock still as she approached him, pressed her half-naked body against his, and tilted her head up for a kiss.

A moment later his tongue was in her mouth and his erection was pinned between them. His head was spinning. He wanted this but it was wrong.

Somehow he managed to push her back.

“You’re married,” he gasped, trying to keep things normal. Nothing that had happened was normal.

“So?”

“You can’t have sex with someone else. With me.”

Bernice laughed. “Why not?”

“You’re married,” he repeated. It sounded stupid. He knew that.

“And my husband is fine with me fucking other men. He fucks other women.”

“Oh.” Hal processed that for a moment. “How does that work?”

“It works very well. I want to fuck you,” she said. “And I know you want to fuck me.”

“How?”

She pressed her hand against his raging erection, barely contained by his shorts. “This is how I know.”

“Oh.”

“But I need something from you first.”

“What?” He couldn’t believe he was considering this.

“You need to suck on my tits.”

“I like tits.”

“Good. I need you to nurse on me. Suck out my milk.”

He was certain the confused look on his face conveyed his unease with the act.

“You’ll love it,” she promised him. “It’s warm and sweet and turns me on so much. If you do a good job, you can make me cum just from sucking on them.”

“That can happen?”

She went up on her toes. “It can. But you’re a little sweaty. So am I. Join me in the shower?” 

Bernice didn’t wait for an answer. She kicked off her sneakers and turned around to wiggle out of her tight shorts. Underneath she wore only a thong. 

Hal stayed rooted in place as she sauntered away, leaving the kitchen and headed elsewhere in the house.

“Fucking leave, fucking leave,” he told himself. “This is too fucked up!”

Instead he quickly unlaced his boots and pulled them off, leaving his sweaty socks in them. He followed Bernice, listening for her, telling himself he was still mostly dressed and that this wasn’t a trap and he was the luckiest fucker to have ever lived.

He found her upstairs in the master suite’s bathroom. She was adjusting the water temperature, her rotund ass sticking out as she reached in to feel the water, her thong disappearing between her cheeks.

“Normally I shower after fucking, but we’re both pretty sweaty. Just a quick rinse before we get in bed?”

Hal just stood watching as she walked under the warm water. 

“If you’re not going to join me, then maybe you need to leave,” she suggested

Hal realized he was being an idiot. There was a lot wrong with this situation, but he wasn’t going to waste this once in a lifetime opportunity.

He whipped off his shirt and dropped his shorts. 

Bernice was watching. A smile spread across her face as she stared at his hard cock in approval. In the time he took to undress Bernice had rinsed her body and quickly run a washcloth over it. By the time he stepped into the shower, she was ready for him and greeted him with a kiss, grabbing his cock at the same time, guiding him to where she wanted.

“I don’t mind a nice musky masculine smell on a man, but you’re a little too dirty for me just yet.”

He looked down at her hand carefully caressing his cock. The water running down his body was a muddy brown from the dirt that had covered him while he worked in Bernice’s garden.

She took care of him, washing his body while working his cock and giving him kisses. He was afraid to touch her tits. He wanted to, but didn’t know what she wanted.

“I’d go down on you right now,” she said, “but you look like you’re about to blow.”

They both looked down at his cock in her hand. It was like he had a steel attachment to his body. Steel that was living and pulsing. He knew that if she kept playing with his cock, he was going to make a mess all over her and ruin the moment.

Abruptly she pulled back from him, turned off the water, stepped out, grabbed a pair of towels, and threw one to him, as she headed out of the bathroom, drying herself as she exited.

“I hope you like my ass because you seem to be following me everywhere.” She ducked around the corner and then a second later was back while Hal still hadn’t moved and was clutching the towel to his body, not having even bothered to start drying. “Hurry up and dry off. I’ll be waiting in the bed. But I won’t wait long.”

After hurriedly running the towel over his body, Hal once again chased after the older woman. He found her on the suite’s bed on her back, knees bent toward the ceiling, gently masturbating her pussy.

He stopped two steps from the bed, entranced by the scene.

“Just a little self-foreplay,” she told him, withdrawing her fingers and then tasting them.

Hal groaned in frustration. He wanted her though he knew it was a terrible idea.

Bernice rolled to her side and patted the bed, indicating where he should lay down.

“I want to fuck you,” she said again, “but my tits are full. You need to suck on them for a bit.”

“Drink…drink your milk?” he stuttered out, still confused.

“Yes. Don’t worry. My husband won’t be upset. Not after I tell him all about us.”

“That’s…that’s a terrible idea. Don’t tell him anything about me.”

Bernice laughed. “Okay. Fine. We can be a secret. But if you want to fuck me, you need to relieve the pressure in my tits. Are you up to the job?”

Hal wasn’t a naive virgin. He had been with plenty of women while in college—plenty being a grand total of three. All of them had enjoyed the attention he had given their tits. 

But this was something different. Bernice had milk in her tits. Intellectually, Hal knew that was perfectly normal—for a woman with a baby. This was different. But it was equally obvious she wanted him to do this. Was it a test? Was it a tease? Did she truly get off on it?

There was only one way to find out and he was so lust-addled at this point he would have happily agreed to any sexual suggestion.

He laid down next to her. He didn’t bother to even kiss her because he was so focused on her tits. They were beautiful tits. Large and full and soft and smooth. He acted without thinking, going right for her nipple, sucking it into his mouth, pretending this was exactly what he wanted.

This was exactly what she wanted.

The little nub of flesh felt familiar under his tongue. She was just like any other woman, but with some much more.

Bernice moaned. “Oh…fuck yes, keep going.”

He kept going. She was responding. She didn’t mind when he put his hand between her legs and felt her pussy. She had just a tiny bit of soft hair, trimmed and shaped into a simple rectangle. She was wet. Was it from the shower? No. It was definitely from her physical need for sex.

After licking and nibbling and then some serious sucking on her nipple, Hal felt Bernice truly respond to his attention. At first her nipple tasted of nothing, just clean skin. He almost wanted to taste a hint of salt from her sweat, but then his tongue detected a hint of sweetness. A second after that his mouth was filled with liquid sweetness.

Automatically he swallowed.

He knew it was her milk. A tiny part of him told him not to do this. But the stronger, better part of him told him to enjoy it and swallow.

Bernice moaned.

“Oh…fuck yes. Keep going. More,” she begged.

He sucked and swallowed more milk. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before. It was pure bliss. He kept his hand between Bernice’s legs, cupping her pussy, while his cock remained throbbing and hard. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to suck his cock. He wanted to jerk off. Anything for a little relief, but he didn’t do any of that. He just kept sucking on her breast, greedily swallowing all the milk she offered him.

“Good boy,” she encouraged him. “Very good boy.”

She stroked his hair as he nursed. Spreading her legs wider, she said, “Play with my pussy. It feels really good when I’m being nursed.”

He found some difficulty in concentrating on her pussy and nursing at the same time, but did as she asked. It helped distract him from his throbbing cock.

“Switch sides,” she told him, turning a little, pulling her nipple from his mouth and presenting her other breast to him.

Hal figured that only made sense. She wanted her tits to remain equally sized. If he removed all the milk from one side and not the other, Bernice would be lop-sided.

It took a few eager sucks to get the milk started, but once her nipple was primed, her other breast started squirting milk down Hal’s throat. He had to hurriedly swallow her liquid offering. After a bit of practice he was able to coordinate fingering her while nursing.

Her pussy was incredibly wet and in short order her body shuddered with an orgasm that she announced with a loud scream, unrestrained in its volume unlike every other woman he had ever been with.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, stop, stop,” she half begged. “I need…I need a break.”

Reluctantly, Hal stopped fingering her and let her nipple fall from between his lips.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not even close,” she laughed and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. “My tits and pussy get really sensitive for a minute after I cum.” She kissed him again. “Did you like my milk?”

She already knew the answer but she had to ask the question.

Hal actually blushed. He felt more shame in his reaction than his actual feelings. It was weird to admit he liked sucking on her tits—though that was normal—because milk was supposed to be for babies. He was a man. A young man, but a man all the same. He didn’t want her to see him as an infant.

“Yes,” he said and felt the shame run through him.

“Good. I’m glad. My husband loves my milk. He’s the reason that I’m still lactating.”

Hal winced. Bernice wasn’t an idiot. She knew what he was feeling.

“Sorry. I won’t mention my husband again if you do one thing for me.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, grabbing his cock once more and pulling on it, not to jerk him off but to encourage him to get on top of her.

He did exactly that. This was unlike any sexual encounter he had had before. College women were completely different from Bernice. Endless talking and negotiating. Bernice just wanted to fuck. 

And to be sucked.

Together they guided his cock into her pussy.

He gasped as he penetrated her. She was so wet there was no resistance at all. He went in and it felt so right, like her pussy was just for him.

Hal fucked her as hard and fast as he could because he knew that he wouldn’t last long.

He was right. He lasted all of a minute inside her perfect pussy before he came. It was so powerful that it hurt. He felt it in his soul and throughout his groin.

Much to his thrill, Bernice came again, just after he climaxed.

It felt wrong to cum in her but it was too late now.

The orgasm so completely drained him he collapsed on top of her and had to rest for another minute before he was able to roll off her.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to get so sweaty.” He ran a hand down his chest, marveling at the amount of moisture. 

Bernice laughed at him and turned her head so she could kiss him one more time.

“That’s not sweat.”

“What?”

“Well, I’m sure there’s some sweat. A lot of it is milk.” Her hands went to her tits and she squeezed herself again, making little fountains of her breasts. The milk landed mostly on Bernice’s chest, but some splashed onto Hal as well.

“Oh. I’d better go shower.”

“You don’t have to,” she told him. “I kind of like the idea of you going home covered in my milk with my juices all over your cock.”

He chuckled and then saw she was serious.

“Oh. Okay. You’re right. I’d better leave.”

“Are you home for the rest of the summer?” she asked as he got off the bed and went in search of his clothes. 

“Yes. I start an internship—paid, thank fucking god—at the end of August, but for now I’ll be home living with my parents and working this landscaping job.”

“Good. I want to fuck you again. But you have to nurse from me.”

He had just cum and those words were enough to stir his cock.

“You’re serious?”

“Fuck yes.”

He had found his shorts and shirt and put them on. His boots were downstairs. He wanted to make a quick getaway, but wanted to linger and fuck her again.

“Give me your number before you leave. I’ll be calling you for some…special landscaping services.” She gave him a broad wink.

“Oh. Okay. I’d better get going.” He hitched his thumb at the door.

“Wait. Not yet.” She got off the bed and approached him. He was barely dressed and she was gloriously naked. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she stood on her toes for another kiss. 

He felt her pushing down on his shoulders as they kissed.

“You can’t take a hint, can you?” she asked. “Kneel in front of me?”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Curious, he did as she asked. His face was almost perfectly level with her breasts. He started to lean in to kiss one nipple, but she stepped back and grabbed her tits, squeezing them once again.

Hal had no idea how much of her milk he had drunk, but he figured her tits had to be mostly empty at this point.

He was wrong.

Strong streams leapt out from her nipples and coated his face, neck, and shirt.

“There. Much better.”

After wiping the milk from his face, Hal tasted his fingers. Her milk was still sweet.

“Why’d you do that?”

“I like marking my lovers,” she told him. “You’d better go now. I’ll call you when I want you again.”

He left her room, found his boots, quickly shoved them on and left the house, his head still spinning from the experience.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Bernice luxuriated in the oversized bathtub in the corner of the master suite. She didn’t bother with the spa jets. She didn’t need that now. Just the feeling of hot water all over her body was enough. It was a shame to remove all evidence of her encounter with Hal from her body, but she couldn’t imagine laying around all day waiting for her husband to come home to discover her infidelity.

Her breasts floated just under the surface of the water. She wondered about their buoyancy and how much it varied depending on the volume of milk inside of them.

While she was a lot of things, Bernice wasn’t the sort of woman to just lay around doing nothing. Even the bath had a purpose. She reached between her legs to touch her pussy. She wasn’t the least bit sore. Before getting into the tub she had washed away all evidence of her encounter with Hal, which was a bit of a disappointment, but she knew she now had him at her beck and call. 

But she didn’t want to masturbate. She couldn’t just lay around and do nothing. Hell, half the reason she had bedded Hal was because she couldn’t just watch while he was working outside in the heat alone.

Reaching all the way to the counter, Bernice found her phone and started texting while soaking in the hot water. She didn’t worry about dropping the phone in the water. That was the advantage of having an older and financially successful husband.

 

Bernice: Guess what I did today

 

It took a minute for a reply.

 

Chris: Went shopping and spent too much money

 

Bernice: No. Guess again

 

Chris: Trimmed the bush. The one in the garden.

 

Bernice: Yes but what else did I do?

 

Chris: Got drunk. You’re drunk texting me right now.

 

Bernice: No

 

Chris: Got a tattoo

 

Bernice: No

 

Chris: Got your nipples pierced.

 

Bernice: No

 

Chris: I’m sort of busy right now. Can you just tell me?

 

As much as she wanted to keep the guessing game going, Bernice gave in.

 

Bernice: I fucked the boy I hired to help with the landscaping.

 

Chris: Slut.

 

Bernice: Thank you

 

Chris: Maybe I don’t believe you.

 

Bernice took a minute to reply. She wasn’t very good at this part of texting, but she was good enough.

Her next text was accompanied by a picture of her wet pussy.

 

Bernice: Does it look freshly fucked to you?

 

Chris: Don’t send me that shit when I’m at work!

Chris: Also, yes. It’s very wet. I like it.

 

Bernice: I’m in the bathtub

 

Chris: Keep it wet and ready for me?

 

Bernice: Most husbands would be upset that their wife had just fucked a much younger man.

 

Chris: As long as you still have milk in your tits, I don’t mind if you fuck the entire neighborhood.

 

Bernice: That can be arranged…

 

Chris: Fuck you’re a tease. Okay. I’ve got a meeting. I’ll see you tonight. Don’t get dressed for me.