Condoms, Milk and the Plan

Immediately they jump to acting lining up behind you with drunken, giddy smiles while you look at Feli in confusion. Condoms? But...

"Don't worry your pretty head, Lola. It is all planned out. I already chosen the babydaddy. For now, just enjoy the train run on you and relax your beasts." She giggles a bit murmuring to herself: "Calm your tits..."

Moments later you feel the warmth of your first real dick at your entrance and all thoughts and wiped away when Feli starts milking you in rhythm with the cock rearranging your guts. The fake cock that you spend the night with has nothing to the real one, you quickly realize. Its curves and vines are creating an intimate feeling that the plastic just could not.

You still marvel in the feeling when you notice a familiar warmth at the base of your tit. Your let down is building. And it is strong. The heat rushes down your breasts, making your whole chest tingle excitingly, until it reaches your gushing nipples and the release blooms pleasure through your body making you shudder and buck in orgasm-like bliss.

Your eyes roll up and lusty moans break their way as the continued waves of your powerful let-down mingle with the satisfaction of a meaty dick pummeling your pussy into submission. You lose control of your body and even kneeling on all fours becomes a challenge for your cum-dizzy mind, but Felis hands on your tits and the boys' on your hips steady you and fix you in place to use you further.

While you are in the throes of passion, the bowl slowly fills up with your breastmilk and the boys swap after blowing their load in the condom, preserving your womb for the seed Feli has chosen to get you preggers.

It might be the hormones that come with lactating cursing through your veins, but when you look through dizzy eyes to Feli teasing the last drops of milk from your teats, you feel a rush of warmth and adoration. Isn't it great to have someone who cares for you?

All to soon the milk flow creases and the dry-milking begins, and while the last of the boys fills his condom Feli soothingly hums a lullaby to you. "You might wonder who I planned to father your child. I think it’s time to tell you", she says, and you look at her. "Well, you might not know it, but Ben proposed to me a week ago. We are going to get married. Thats why I didn't want him to fuck you. He is mine." She reaches in her pocked and pulls out a knotted condom already filled with a huge load of sperm. "But you don't need sex for impregnation, only some fertile seed. After this weekend Ben and I will take you with us to my late uncle’s farm. You will carry his baby to term, and we will adopt it and raise it as ours while you sleep in the barn as our maid and cattle." The last words come a bit hasty and for the first time you see a slight uncertainty in her eyes. Uncertainty of how you will react to her plans. To giving away your child. To stay with them.

Your face blooms in a smile. "That sounds great, Feli! I love the plan."

The flash of relief on her face is obvious and seconds later she falls around your neck in glee, hugging you close, before straitening herself again to finish the dry-milking, a grin glued to her face. No doubt she is picturing you on the farm right now. No doubt because you are doing the same.