Get her to say more.

You’re not sure yet, Try to come on to her a little bit more, if she goes for it, then take her.

“And it worked. We ended up sleeping together that night. We had what I wanted that summer, but then I realized you didn’t see it the same way. When I playfully called you my boyfriend, you laughed it off. So I did too. I thought maybe over time you would come to realize what I wanted, but then just after school started again you hooked up with that slut, Jamie Wybyrn. So I found Jack, and we had fun, but I still secretly hoped you two would break up and I could swoop in. Then you did, just after Valentine’s Day, but I had just found out that the flu I couldn’t kick was actually a baby. So I just stayed away.” She said with a sort of wistful sadness. “Imagine my surprise and embarrassment at seeing you here.” She laughed.

You sit there dumb struck by what she just told you as she continued to give her breast a squeeze as milk continued to drip into the already overflowing shirt. “You realize that I can see right through your shirt right now?” I finally asked.

“Not like I can help it.” She said switching tits.

“No, I’m not complaining. I’m just amazed at the amount.” I said leaning back.

“You ain’t seen nothing.” She said shifting to her knees. “That’s just them trickling, you want to see something, watch this.” Without another word she pulled her shirt up and gave her left nipple and breast a hard squeeze. Almost as if shot from a water gun, a stream of milk flew from her nipple and splattered on the table inches from where my legs was. A second squeeze produced another stream which splattered my knee, and a third sprayed right on my crotch. Then, as if she had done nothing more than a card trick, she sat on her heels waiting for my response.

“Holy shit!” I shouted. “That was awesome.”

“Liked that, huh?” She said pulling out her other tit and giving it a slight squeeze as she moved in closer. Slowly she removed her shirt and then slid down on all fours. “I’m a bovine wonder.” She laughed. “Moo, mooooooooooo.” She crooned.

“All I need is a pale apparently.” I said as she laughed even harder causing a continuous stream to fall from her left breast to the table.

“Look!” She said pointing to a small piece of plastic that was once a Chinese food lid in the bushes. “There’s a pale right there.” She laughed.

“Then call me farmer brown.” I said picking the lid up and placing it right under her and reaching to tug both of her teats.

Two streams squirted with the slightest touch splashing into the lid. “Oh God!” She moaned. “That is better than…….” She moaned grabbing her side.

“Sex.” I said finishing her sentence as I no longer cared that my penis was now pushing against the waist of my shorts.

“Well, as long as you’re enjoying it as much as me.” She said pulling my shorts down and freeing my penis.

I laid back as she pulled my shorts off and then slid back up making sure to rub her leaking tits against my throbbing dick. “Oh my God.” I moaned as she shoved her tongue into my mouth with a passion only reserved for lifetime movie endings. Intensely our naked flesh pressed together slapping wetly with a combination of sweat and milk but neither of us seemed to care about the awkward sounds. We were back in high school again fulfilling some long forgotten passion. Defiantly I pulled her legs apart as I slid my hand between those pale pink thighs she had been teasing me with all evening finding her pubic mound wet and inviting to my fingers. Gently she sucked in a bit of air as I stroked with the tip of my finger, telling me, willing me, to proceed deeper. She was now on top of me now shielded from my penis only by the thin fabric of her running shorts which I was franticly attempting to position her legs in order to remove.

Pressing the fingers of my left hand deeper inside her delicate folds, she cried “Yes!” as her legs cinched tightly around my palm. Moaned in anticipatory pleasure, my right hand reached up and tugged the fabric clear of one side of her ass. “No!” She cried out almost as and after effect, of me removing my fingers, and sliding the other side of her shorts clear of the round perfect globe of her ass cheek. “Wait! We need to……..Stop!” Then at once she was trying to scramble off of me.

“What’s wrong?” I panted letting her free. “Second thoughts?”

“Not exactly.” She said standing and panting with the effort. She began pacing causing her shorts to fall as she just stepped free of them. “It’s just,” She said rubbing the side of her naked belly. The light of the sky had chanced to slate black punctured here and there by pinpricks of starlight, but those gave off no more light than a candle under a basket. We were surrounded in darkness now except for the light that glowed with a yellow softness above our heads. In the light of the lamp, all her wonders were laid bare before me. Her breasts, appeared swollen and heavy, and hung off her chest as if partially defying gravity as they perkily bounced and jostled with her movement. Her belly, which I now saw was not round, but more torpedo shaped as it hung deep on her midsection looking as if she had swallowed some vast egg. Then there was her feminine slit, which seemed almost ready to explode it was so engorged. I couldn’t help but wonder what the problem was.

“What?” I asked trying not to show my pent up sexual need. “I mean I understand if this is awkward, but I really do want you.”

“It’s not that.” She said continuing to pace in three step lengths. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was horny, and I want this so bad, but…..” All at once she sucked in a breath and stopped bracing herself where she stood. She looked about to fall when she suddenly tensed, then suddenly relaxed as a torrent of liquid poured from between the sparse tangle of hair that covered her pussy. “Oh thank God.” She moaned waiting patiently for the deluge to end. “I just didn’t want that to happen when things were getting really good.” She laughed “It would have killed the mood for sure.” She said coming back and pushing me forcefully back onto the table.

At that moment, if Jessica Alba had appeared naked right on the spot, my cock would never have gotten any harder than right then. With a defiant grunt, she slid her leg over my waist as she pushed me back and slid my throbbing hard cock between her folds without the use of her hands. Grunting together in blissful wanton lust, I thrust myself upon her slowly prolonging the ecstasy as her moans built one on the other. Faster she began to ride me as her belly smashed repeatedly into my body as if a battering ram intent of smashing my stomach through with her enjoyment. Every so often she would press herself to me on a long thrust and I felt kicks and a flurry of moment from inside the orb, but mostly the tightening weight of it as it bounced down repeatedly as she did. Her moans turned into shrieks of pleasure as we drew ever closer to the moment, small streams of milk shooting from her nipples. I felt the pressure build from deep inside myself as I sped my movement ever onward, her shrieks turning into one high note.

“Oh God! Oh Fuck!” She started moaning repeatedly as we reached the boiling point. “I’m cumming, Oh fuck am I cumming” She shrieked at a range of human hearing barely made out.

I made two more deep thrusts as and new torrent of milk, pleasure and panting issued forth from her and felt myself explode with an exhausted “Fuck!” She tensed for a moment, her belly turning into a tight ball as wave upon wave of pleasure shot through it leaving her only able to collapse panting on top of you in a state of sexual drunkenness. As the weight of her body enveloped you, your mind came back to where you were, a public place. You wondered if you should rest with her or put your clothing back on just in case someone shows up.

1. Give up and rest with her, you doubt you have the ability to move anyway.

2. Move her off you and try to get dressed. After all, If someone shows up, you don’t want everything on display.