I’ve been baby-sitting for Frank, our neighbor (and my dad’s best friend), since I began high school. Frank always teases that I still look the way I did when he met me as a kid, but he can’t guess what my curvy eighteen year old body looks like underneath my high school uniform and the unusual gift I have. Frank’s wife just had another baby – their 3^rd kid. He called me last week and asked me to come over on Friday. He really needed to get some work done in his home office, and his wife was going to be visiting her family without the newborn. Apparently, she needed a break. I had seen the baby a handful of times. Baby James was their first boy. He was always dressed in blue and his cheeks were so chubby they hung down over his jawline. He looked like a stuffed little puppy. The first time I held him, his little body wiggled and squirmed in my arms. I was in their living room and I could hear his mother laughing in her high-pitched chortle that make my ears ring. I sat cross legged while everyone was in the kitchen, talking and eating He started to fuss and I picked him and placed him over my shoulder as I rocked him. His undeveloped neck muscles somehow maneuvered his head and it slid into the crook of my neck. I felt his lips start to pull at the flesh of my neck. I had forgotten how infants were born to suck and will try to make a nipple of anything. He tried to grab hold of the skin with his eager mouth, but all that resulted were some cute, little suction noises. I could feel my body go hot-cold with total maternal arousal, the sort of arousal that mothers get when they breast feed. I was terrified of how natural my desire to lift my shirt and feed him felt. I pulled him away from my shoulder to compose myself and cradled him in my arms only to feel his mouth searching for my nipple. He could likely smell the milk that filled them and caused them to swell achingly. My breasts stood out so prominently they jutted into his face. Before he got the chance to start suckling through my blouse, one of the guests came in and insisted that she hold him.

I went home that night and lay in bed, one hand under my lacey pink tank top, pulling my nipple in attempts of emulating the suction. I imagined what his little mouth would look like and the way his ears would move with eagerness, just the way the books I had read on nursing said they would.

It was the next day that Frank called and asked me to baby-sit. I almost said no because I wasn’t sure that I could resist the temptation, but I capitulated to the yearning I felt. Before I went over I slid on a red turtle neck. It was tight. I couldn’t help how much I enjoyed the idea that Frank was sexy, married, almost twice my age and that he couldn’t keep his eyes off me ever. I knocked on the door and he let me in after the obligatory full-body eye scan. I smiled and giggled at a benign joke (something about a therapist and a duck on someone’s head.). He tells me the baby has been really fussy since his mother left and that James is so much more fussy than Andrea and Alisa (his two daughters) because their mother had chosen not to breast feed him. I could feel my nipples stiffen under my shirt. I asked him where the baby was, and he said upstairs.

We had about 15 minutes of small talk, lengthened painfully by my eager desire to see baby James. He finally got to work and I went upstairs, quietly tip-toeing. I could feel my breasts sway in time with my hips. They were so heavy and full of milk. I hadn’t pumped that morning and they were almost painfully swollen. I had stuffed the bra with an extra pad because even the pressure of my body bending over was sure to make some squirting occur. They started to really get heavy around halfway up the stairs. It was as if my brain had conveyed to them that they were about to get sucked and made extra just for the occasion. I slid my forearm under both breasts, trying to assist my back with the cargo.

When I got to the door of the bedroom, I opened it up. The baby was sleeping, but he was tossing his little head from side to side, like he was having a bad dream. His eyes opened and he began to look around the room and then began crying softly. His lower lip pouted and I could see his smooth pink gums. My eyes welled with sympathy tears and my nipples swelled and dripped below my bra. I could feel the small pools of warm wetness spotting my nursing bra. His drool gurgled as I picked him up, shushing him, rocking and bouncing him lightly. He calmed a bit, but as soon as I slid him over my shoulder again I felt his little mouth. It was driving me crazy and my breasts felt like they were producing yet another huge load of milk. My nipples began to ache and throb. I sat down on the rocking chair in the corner of the room, pulling him close to me as I continued to rock him. I felt like he was my baby and he was crying for me. I wanted to feed him so badly, but once a baby drinks the milk of one woman he’s likely not to want anything else.

His crying had escalated and I could tell that it was the cry of hunger. His little hand grabbed onto my finger and he squeezed with all his small might. I reached for the bottom of my turtleneck and slid the material over my tummy and my tit. I could see the swollen little nipple (untouched by anyone but me up until now) poking through the material of the white cotton bra and even the wash cloth I had stuffed in my bra to soak up leaking milk. He needed me and I liked it. I grabbed the bit of material where the strap of my bra met the cup and peeled it back, allowing the textured wash cloth to slip down, lightly scraping my throbbing nipple as it fell. The droplets of milk were forming nearly once every second and dripping onto his blue bib with a giraffe on it. I soothed him and told him that mommy was here and that she was going to fill up his little tummy. I talked to him in soothing baby talk as I shook slightly from the anticipation that filled me. He looked up at me as I pulled him closer with one hand and led my nipple to his already-puckered and ready lips. He tossed his head back and forth, frustrated and too eager to get what I was giving him.

I had read that you have to tease the baby’s lower lip a few times with your nipple so that he’ll open his mouth wide enough to take the nipple in deep into the back of his mouth. I took the nipple and slid it back and forth across his lower lip. He chomped down on the tip with his gums. I pulled it out to his great dismay and tickled his lower lip again. He opened wider this time. But it wasn’t until the fourth try that he opened wide and took my entire dribbling little gumdrop into his mouth. His ears did move viciously up and down. The suction was so intense that I could barely stay seated. I looked down at him and he sucked and cooed, kicked his tiny, socked feet and rested his small fist atop my tan flesh. I could feel his tongue and the muscles of his mouth working squirts of milk into his mouth.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes halfway when I saw from the corner of my eye that Frank was standing in the hall, peaking into the room. I couldn’t make out his expression, but I assumed that he was livid and that there was no way out of this. I was still for a few moments, the only sound in the room was that of James little mouth working my nipple. I waited. I waited. I was sitting there silent for what felt like an eternity when I heard the sound of his breath, low, nearly inaudible. He exhaled the sort of exhale that men make when they are amazed at what they’re seeing and can’t believe their luck.

He didn’t move and at some point I realized that he truly believed that I couldn’t see him. Perhaps he assumed that if he hoped hard enough, I would keep going. It took a bit of concentration to re-open my eyes and not look toward the doorway. I smiled and looked down at the baby but I was thinking about the rock hard cock that was probably right under Frank’s slacks. I thought about how much he must have loved having his wife’s pacifier nipples in his mouth with the other kids, how he must have encouraged her to nurse those girls for years so he could enjoy the benefit that it brought him. I imagined his lips hungrily sucking her long nipples. I had seen her huge eraser nipples once when we went bra shopping together. She chattered incessantly as I stared, flabbergasted and aroused by the length and girth of her nipples. She hid them well with padded bras. Her breasts were huge and they flopped out of her full-coverage bra right along with her nipples. I watched her remove and replace bra after bra in the mirror as she talked. I hoped the try-on session would never end, that I could stare at her big, used nipples all afternoon. I thought about asking her if I could suck on them to see what it felt like, but I knew she wouldn’t be into it (I might not be either).

I pulled my nip out of the baby’s mouth. He had fallen asleep again very quickly. I walked him over to his crib laid him inside, my pussy throbbing from the knowledge that his daddy was right outside staring at me.

I watched the baby sleep for a minute or two and then I slowly, seductively lifted my head and looked straight at Frank. He was so mesmerized it took him a moment to realize what was happening, that he had been caught. He looked at me, looked away, looked back. He was embarrassed and likely paralyzed with fear and arousal. I smiled from the corner of my mouth at him and whispered, “I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” His mouth opened a bit as he shuffled down the hall. 

My body slid against the bedroom door as I walked in. My heart was pounding in my ears. I walked up to the bed, my breasts back in their turtle neck as if nothing had happened. He was sitting on the edge, just inches away from me and I beckoned him closer with my finger. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked him as he stared down at my big rack. He blushed and said yes. I told him to get on his knees and show me his dick. He didn’t move at first, but then he quickly undid his pants and then fell to his knees. It popped out from the opening of his boxers and the head was shiny with pre-cum. I sat down.

“Are you hungry too, Baby Frank?” I squeezed my clothed tits together.  I lifted my top, exposing my tits, the teenage specimen of youthful, suckable perfection. I scooped my tits up and out of the bra and shook them back and forth. His eyes followed them as he nodded. I squeezed some milk from my nipple as I asked, “How hungry?”

He shuffled over on his knees and began rubbing his face against my hand. I caressed his face and asked how long it had been since Baby Frank hadn’t been fed. He confessed that it had been painfully long. “Poor baby,” I offered as I ran my milk-soaked fingers over his lips. I squeezed my nip again, coaxing the hot cream and rubbing it on my finger, and then sliding it into his mouth. He sucked my finger vigorously. I slid the tip of my finger against the tip of my nipple, rubbing the milk over the tips. I grabbed one between my thumb and index fingers and pumped some of the milk onto a rubber pacifier that had been sitting on the nightstand and then slid it into his mouth. Then I moved my hand to the back of his head, cradling his neck, so hot to the touch. I began to pull him toward my breast.  

“What does it feel like,” he hestitated, “when you nurse the baby?”

“It feels like intense pressure. I can feel his little tongue resting on the underside of my nipple and I can feel his lips and tongue working together to get as much milk from me as possible. When he starts to fall asleep, the sucking lulls and then if I move he grabs on again very tightly and pulls my nipple really hard back into the back of his little mouth,” I whispered in a slow tempo.

He exhaled deeply, releasing the breath he had been holding so he wouldn’t miss a word of my explanation and smiled. He asked me to repeat myself and I did, this time rubbing my leg against his exposed cock.

“Do you want to try? I promise it tastes so good,” I cajole.

“If my wife finds out, she’ll throw me out,” he says as his body moves closer.

“I won’t tell,” I say as I pull his head toward me again.

He opens his mouth, slipping his lips around my hard nipple gently. Then, he begins to suck. I’m aroused at the thought that I’ve fed two generations of mouths. My mind is hazy with pleasure. His hand makes its way over to my thigh and below my skirt. He’s found my panty-less pussy and is pushing his fingers inside my very, very wet pussy in rhythm with his skilled mouth.

He’s quiet so as not to disturb the baby in the next room. His cheek rests on my tit as he lets the nipple pop out of his mouth. He grabs it again. Pops it out. He does it again and again. His tongue is long and thin and it flicks at my nipple, sending little jolts all over my body. He’s still fingering me as he takes the nipple between his teeth and begins to scrape it gently, nipping at the very tip. The sensations make me clamp down on his hand with my thighs. He’s still wiggling his finger against my g-spot as he continues, looking up at me as he twists his head back and forth, playfully biting my soaked nipples. The milk is dribbling down my belly and onto the top of my skirt. He unzips the skirt and allows the material to fold back, exposing the top of my pubic hair. He takes my nipple between his fingers again and begins to squeeze. The milk dribbles down onto my tummy and makes its way down to my pussy hair. He’s squeezes my nipple like it’s an eye dropper, soaking my dark hair with cream. He keeps his hand on my tit as his tongue traces down my belly, following the flow of milk until he gets to my pussy.

His tongue begins to massage my clit and quickly makes its way to my pulsing hole. He’s fucking me with his tongue and I’m feeling like the dirtiest woman alive.

He stands up and takes me by the wrist. He reaches for my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He pulls my skirt up around my waist. As I go to sit, he holds his dick by the base. I hesitate. “I’m a virgin,” I protest weakly. He kisses my neck and the tops of my tits and guides my pussy onto his rod. He moans in a whisper. He grabs my wrists with one of his hands, putting them behind my back. He starts slowly and then he starts to bounce me on and off his hips, my tits jiggling, bouncing and squirting as he stares at them. His cock pushes into me over and over again.

He lets go of my hands. I grab onto his shoulders and begin really bouncing on his dick. I can feel my pores begin to open up, releasing some of the heat that has built up inside of me. His tongue is out of his mouth, grazing my nipples with each thrust. He wraps my legs around his waist and lifts my full frame, laying me on the bed as he continues to thrust into me. His head is resting on my chest, feeling my chest jiggle against his face. He lifts himself, taking my big tit roughly in one of his big hands and shoving it into my face. “Suck your pretty little nipple for me,” he says sweetly. I do and he begins to pump me ferociously as I look up at him, my nipple in my pretty little mouth, only the fringe of my areola visible between my soft lips. He pulls out and his wet, hard dick is pushing against my ass. I look over my shoulder as I get on all fours atop the bed, my breasts just low enough to scrape the comforter. My ass is in the air and I pull my skirt over it. Frank begins to eat my pussy again. “I need your tits in my mouth,” he confesses between tongue flicks and insertions.

“Get underneath me,” I whisper. He slides beneath me and pulls my hips down onto his dick as he pulls my dripping, hot nipple into his mouth. He pumps his dick into me as his mouth fills with milk. My pussy is spasming. He stops for a moment, relaxing his neck. His mouth opens and I watch the milk drop rhythmically onto his tongue. Drip. Drip. Drip. It’s turning me on and he knows it. He reaches down and grabs the top of my pussy with his whole hand, squeezing it as if it were an orange or a lemon he was getting juice from. His face is completely calm as he looks into my eyes with his open mouth. “Not even my wife did this with me. You’re really a horny milk slut aren’t you?” I squirt a huge load of milk into his mouth and he pumps me really hard. The head of his long dick rams into my cervix. The ramming happens quickly, but then he slowly pulls his dick almost completely out of my pussy. And then rams it back in again. He fills me with cum and slides out from beneath me as the baby begins to cry again. I lie on the master bed with a cream-filled pussy as he goes to comfort Baby James.

Katie

It didn’t take long for Katie to become the most visited patient in the ICU. She had come in just over three weeks ago after having undergone an unsuccessful run of liposuction. She quickly went into a coma and was now the centerpiece of the ward. She was one of the youngest and most beautiful women that had been in the hospital for as long as any of the staff could remember. She had gotten the liposuction as a gift for her eighteenth birthday. She had short black hair and creamy olive skin.

During the days, her family and many friends visited her, but it was at night that her biggest fans took their time with this lovely specimen. What I failed to mention was that she – in addition to all her beauty and the tiny smiles that swept sporadically across her lovely lips as she slept – had been endowed with the hottest, biggest breasts most anyone who had encountered her had ever seen. Just beneath her paper thin gown lie mounds that could bring any man to orgasm, any mouth to salivation, any hand to ecstasy.

It was the night janitor who discovered her just three nights after she had been admitted. He was a short, Mexican man with a scruffy salt-and-pepper beard. He loved his wife and had three daughters around the same age as this gorgeous comatose woman. He was sweeping in her room and he chanced to look up and saw her. He usually kept his head down and the volume of his headphones up. He could listen to AM talk radio shows for hours and found that the subjects made his shift fly by as he repeated polysyllabic words with which he was unfamiliar; he looked them up when he got home and then used them three times the following day to ensure retention. She caught his eye and he was so instantly and embarrassingly enthralled with her that he slid off his ear piece and turned the volume all the way down to make sure no one else was around. The patient who slept next to her was also in deep sleep.

He walked over to her bedside, watching her chest move up and down slowly. His heart began to beat wildly as he imagined what was beneath the thin blanket that did not hide the enormity of her attributes. At home he had a subscription to three big tits websites. His wife didn’t know about them, but they were only $9.99 a month, the same as her hair dye kit. He could remember so many of the times when he was just a baby sucking at his mother’s breast. And he could never tell his loving wife, but he courted her and eventually married her because she had the biggest tits in the area he grew up in.

The myriad possibilities of getting caught ran through his mind in the proceeding 3 seconds. He could lose his job, his wife, everything if they saw him. He watched Katie as he contemplated, each moment making the urge to touch them unbearable. He settled on touching them for just 1 minute. Sixty seconds of total pleasure and he would leave without ever thinking about it again. He wouldn’t even take the blanket down. He slid the curtain around the two of them, hiding them from an inquiring eye that might peak inside. They would just assume that the visiting party had done it before they left.

He smiled as his hand began its descent down to her big tit. He was scared that she would wake up and scream even though he knew she was in a coma. He let out a quiet sigh as his hand came to rest on the fleshy tit. He didn’t move his hand for several achingly long moments and then finally, when he was sure that she wouldn’t wake up, he began to massage slowly and gently, cupping one tit in his hand and then the other. Even through the blanket he could feel the incredible weight, soft yet firm, the little nipple stiffening. He squeezed a bit harder and his fingers melted into the flesh, his fingers traveling to where he imagined the nipples were. After a brief search, he found them. They were so little compared to the size of her tits. He imagined that it was possible that no one had ever touched her tits before him. She looked so young. She could have been 15 or 16, maybe even younger. His wife’s nipples had been only slightly larger than these when he first married her and had first put his mouth on them. She was a virgin in every sense of the word and he recalled her complaining the following day of the soreness of her nipples even though he had been gentle and didn’t even bite them that time.

His erection grew as did his desire to see more, do more. He began internal negotiation again. Just a peak. He folded the blanket down calculatedly. The gown was nearly see-through and little did he know that the gown was so small around the chest that it wasn’t tied in the back. Her breasts and little stiff nips appeared. He slid the blanket just beneath the round undersides and he stared at them good and long, thinking he could sate himself with the visual of such youthful, suckable perfection. He folded the blanket down a little further, below her belly button and then below her pubic line and then all the way to her mid-thigh, where the gown ended. His curiosity could not be controlled and he slid his fingers under the thin material, pulling it over her thighs. He saw the first few wiry pubic hairs and then the plump fleshiness of her young pussy. He stared at her snatch, imagining what it felt like and then jolted himself back into reality about the time he had taken. God knows how much time had passed; someone could be in any minute. He finished pulling the gown up until her entire body with the exception of a small portion of her neck was totally exposed. There she lie, a delicious specimen of teenage perfection. He ran his hands over her body, spending extra time on her big, jigglies and her hairy pussy. He took his hands and placed them on each of her key regions, massaging and squeezing, letting his finger make its way between her velvety soft labia, searching for the clit. He massaged and tugged her clit with his left hand as he tugged her right and left nipples alternately with his right hand. He wished he had a third hand because his need to relieve himself was getting too intense to control. He pulled his hand away from her delicious pussy, sniffed her sweetness and began to massage it into the head of his cock (which had long since been pulled out and was rubbing against her arm as he played with her listless but still fully responsive body). He massaged his cock as his eyes remained glued to her pussy and his hand glued to her tit. He wanted more. He could come so much harder with just a little more stimulation. He heaved his body onto the bed, quickly getting on his hands and knees above her. He looked down at her, his cock head pushing slightly against her thigh. He reached for her hand, placing it over her crotch and then proceeded to put his cock atop her hand. He could feel her pussy hair scratching his balls. He held her hand in place as he leaned forward, taking her little nipple into his mouth, sucking with mounting intensity as he began to hump her hand. It took little more than three or four minutes. As he felt himself begin to cum, he moved her hand away, cumming all over her cunt. He quickly pulled back (in his typical fashion) to watch the cum drip down her slit, snaking through her pubs. He grabbed a towel from his back pocket that he had used to clean several windows and mopped up his semen. He zipped up his pants, slid the ear phones back in and went to the next room.

His ritual continued every night he had a shift. He even asked for overtime so he could have his way with her more often. It had gone from gentle fondlings to full-on, hardcore fuckings. He learned that the nurses on-duty during his shifts were so sparse that he could pump her for nearly an hour as loudly and ferociously as he wanted. He loved watching her tits bounce, hitting her chin as he held her arms and thrust his cock in her. He could feel his cock hit her cervix and become wet and engorged around him. Each time, he came on her pretty pussy or her delicious mounds.

He had become so confident and so delighted with the relationship that the two of them had struck up that one evening he decided that this was something that he shouldn’t enjoy alone and that he could charge some of his friends for the privilege of such a tight, big tittied screw. He told a few of his friends and one by one, he was able to enlist all seven of his closest friends. He let them into the hospital and gave them his uniform. They made their way to her room and fucked her. The only condition was that they use a condom and that they leave no evidence. He was sure that they would fuck up, but they never did. He was making an extra $300 a week while still retaining fuck privileges whenever he wanted them.

Several weeks passed and he had become truly cocky. So, he came in during regular visitor’s hours to see his favorite girl. He assumed that he could jack-off on her quickly if nothing else. It was around 4pm and as he walked to the desk to sign in the nurse informed him that the chaplain was making his rounds that day and that he was currently visiting her. He was free to roam around since everyone knew what a polite and trustworthy man he was. He thanked them and walked to the cafeteria. He picked up a coffee and tried to sit, but was impatient. He had never had to wait to get what he wanted and so he was unaccustomed to the process. He quickly sipped his coffee and then stood up, walking down the corridor. He stood outside the door, pushing his ear against it.

What he heard sounded little like prayers.

He cracked the door open and heard the muffled gasps and creaks of the hospital bed. The curtains were pulled shut so he couldn’t see what was happening but he was quite sure that he knew. He slid inside with absolute silence, walking until he reached the curtain itself. He found a tiny opening in the material and could see the handsome, young priest-hopeful riding her with the same vigor he had so many times.

He watched the priest make his way from her pussy to her tits, sliding his stiff bare penis in and out of her noisy hole and then between her big boobs. At first, the janitor was indignant but it didn’t take long before he became excited by the display. He had never watched two people fuck before. The chaplain’s thick rod was inside of her. He stared at her pretty face as he slid all the way in and all the way out, the head of his cock popping out with each stroke. He was fully clothed and held onto her tits as he began to pump her hard and fast. He didn’t pull out as he finished himself, gasping as his thighs hit hers in time with the squirts of cum he was spraying.

The janitor slipped out of the room and into the hall as the chaplain was removing himself. The two of them walked by one another as one left and the other entered.