To your breasts

Gerald drags you down roughly into his lap. You part your legs and can feel his hard dick pressing against your snatch through the fabric of his boxer shorts. He reaches up and pulls a nipple to his mouth and sucks hard.

A moan escapes your lips at the sensation. You are used to to the gentle way Mr Wood would do it. This is a whole new feeling. After a minute you feel a strange sensation in your breast and Gerald pulls his mouth away, your fat nipple resting on his lower lip. You can see a small trickle of milk on his tongue.

You look shocked at first but Gerald goes back to your breast and continues to suck. The sensation is strange, but pleasant, and Gerlad greedily sucks warm milk from your fat nipple. You moan and hold his head to your big breast. After a moment more he switches to the other nipple, drawing milk from it as well.

Without warning, Gerald twists on the bed, throwing you onto your back. He admires your naked body, caught in the moonlight.

"Damn Ernie, you lucky SOB. How old are you?" whispers Gerald.

"18" you reply with a gasp as one of his fingers grazes your clit.

"He must have knocked you up on your first day as an 18 year old," he whispers, biting your earlobe.

"How long you got?" he asks, his breath hot on your ear.

"I'm not sure," you say, your mind blurry from the pleasure, but in the back of your mind you know you're due very soon.

Not wanting any foreplay, Gerald positions himself between your thick thighs and rests his dick at your juicy entrance. "Let's give your baby a shower," snickers Gerald, his language turning you off a bit.

With a grunt he thrusts his cock into your wet cunt, easily burying himself to the hilt inside you.

He saws his fat prick in and out of your teenage pussy with an eagerness you haven't experienced since your first day with Ernie. You bite a finger to stifle a loud moan of pleasure. All that can be heard is a slapping sound of flesh against flesh and the wet slosh of your cunt as he pistons in and out. Your enormous, milk-filled breasts roll in rhythm to his thrusts. Beads of milk form at the tips of your engorged nipples.

"Fuck yeah," grunts Gerald as he thrusts into you. "You're even sweeter than I expected."