“Grab a glass.”

“Grab a glass,” said Kimberly.

She indicated behind me with a slight nod of her head. Sure enough a side table had come into being with two empty glasses and a pitcher of ice water. I picked one of them up and walked over to Kimberly’s lounge chair. She swung her legs over one side and held out her hand. I gave her the glass and stood in front of her.

Kimberly brought the glass close to her chest. Lifting her right breast with her free hand to bring the nipple up to the rim, she squeezed until a thin stream of milk shot into the glass. She released and then squeezed again, repeating it several times. Each time she squeezed a little bit longer and the stream of milk became a little bit heavier. When she had maybe a tenth of the glass full she switched to her left breast and once again began the process of milking herself.

I started to rub myself through the front of my swimsuit. I’m sure she noticed; my crotch was at her eye level. I grunted in satisfaction every time she ended one of the longer streams and switched breasts. Soon I was matching her pace, pressing my palm down every time her fingers closed tight around her tit.

I was doing my own milking, forcing out a drop of precum into my trunks.

Kimberly filled the glass nearly to the top before holding it up for me. Her breath was ragged and her breasts were slick with her own lactation. Once again she looked me in the eyes.

“Here you go. Be sure to drink every last drop.”

I took her offering and raised it to my lips. As the first mouthful hit my tongue she stood up next to me. Kimberly briefly traced a line around my stiff cock before she stepped past me and walked over to the side table. But I barely noticed that. It was hard to notice anything other than the taste.

It started out very normal, the kind of warm milk you might have before bed. But then it changed slightly, becoming thinner and a bit sour, like salted buttermilk. Every swallow was different, but they were all refreshing. Next it was almost too sweet, like whipping cream. By the time Kimberly came up behind me it was a sort of iced chai.

“I hope you like it,” she whispered in my ear.

I didn’t even take the glass away from my lips. I simply moaned an “mmhmm,” and kept drinking.

“Good. Because you aren’t the only one with a thirst. And I’m hoping you’ll pay me back in kind.” As she said this she used one hand to fish my cock out of my swimsuit, and with the other held the second empty glass in front of it.

I didn’t stop drinking. I couldn’t stop drinking. It was so good! She was so good.

Kimberly leaned in close. I could feel her tits pressing into my back. The same tits that had made the milk I was now gulping down. I was nearly at the end of the glass. I tilted my head up for one last swallow.

She continued, “Mr. Forrester I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so greedy before. But please don’t be stingy with my order.” She was holding my cock perfectly still, gripping it around the base; she didn’t stroke, didn’t rub, didn’t squeeze. But I could feel my orgasm building.

“I gave you a nice, full glass. Will you please do the same?”

The last flavour was escaping me. The glass was empty but I still wanted more.

“Fill it up, all the way to the top, Michael.”

I was licking around the rim trying to get the last of it into my mouth.

“And let me have a proper taste of you.”

Just as she finished saying that she licked my ear. In that moment I figured out what I had been tasting. It was the unmistakable flavour of a dripping wet cunt. And with the glass as clean as when we started my orgasm broke through.

I came, without any physical stimulation. Just from the warm, erotic feeling spreading out from my stomach. I shot several more ropes of semen than usual, but it just kept going. They fired into the glass one after another, getting bigger each time. And my orgasm was growing with them. Soon Kimberly wasn’t just holding onto my dick, she was using her arms to support me. I wanted to fall to the ground and curl up but I knew I had to fill the glass.

I didn’t want to let her down. So it wasn’t until after what felt like an eternity, with the last drops of my cum filling the glass to the top, that I let my legs buckle underneath me. Kimberly helped me fall with a bit of grace onto the lounge chair. I rolled onto my back and looked up at her.

She was already gulping it down.

It barely took any time before all of my cum was down her throat and into her stomach. I tried to catch my breath as she smacked her lips and let out a satisfied “aah.” She looked down at me and smiled, a white, creamy moustache across her top lip. She must have noticed it at the same time that I did, because we both started to giggle.

And the giggling grew softer and softer, and the dream grew dimmer and dimmer, as I slipped deeper and deeper down.

The End