|
 Joe knocked on the front door with an eager anticipation. He hadn't seen
Bill in two years, and was dying to renew their friendship. That's the
trouble with switching jobs and re-locating: you miss out on your dearest
friend's lives. And what friends they were. From junior high through
college, they were nearly inseparable.
The door opened, but instead of finding Bill's beaming smile staring back
at him, he beheld a beautiful Asian face instead. It was Kim, Bill's wife
of a year-and-a-half.
"Hi. Are you Joe?" she asked.
"Yes, and you must be Kim."
The shook hands, and Kim let him into the house. Joe realized she must
have just woken up, as she was still dressed in a cream silk robe. He
followed his friend's wife into the kitchen, expecting to find his old
buddy waiting.
"I'm sorry, But Bill had to go in early today. He thought about calling
you, but figured you would turn down a free breakfast." Kim had moved by
the stove, where Joe saw a pan of sizzling bacon near completion. A nearby
skillet had some great-looking pancakes browning on top. Joe had to agree
with the theory. Chances were, he wouldn't have come had he known Bill
wouldn't be here.
What would have been the point? Though he did want to meet Bill's wife,
who had turned out to be quite attractive, it was his long-time friendship
he wanted to renew. He was so glad to be back home. So glad to be living
just a few doors down from his best friend and the rather shapely Kim.
Joe had been looking at the food cooking towards completion, but now turned
his eyes on his friend's wife. He started to realize just how lucky Bill
was...
"I hope your hungry! Have a seat..." Joe pulled out a chair from the
table, and sat down. He was hungry! Kim turned, a glass of orange juice
in her hand, and stepped to the table.
Bill watched her hand slide the glass to him, then started to look up and
offer a smile of thanks. But something caught his eye.
Kim's robe had opened with her lean, and the unmistakable forms of her
breasts pushed against the silk, producing a rather enticing cleavage. The
cream robe blended perfectly with her creamy Asian flesh, and the ample
curves produced by the two breasts were separated by the recessed, shadowy
area created between them. She stood up again, unaware that Joe had found
her chest so interesting.
Joe took the juice, and chastised himself for checking out his friend's
wife. As a still-single guy, his instincts sometimes got the better of
him. But no more...
Kim slid a spatula under a pancake, and slipped it onto a plate. Bill
watched her, not so much form burning lust but from the fact he really had
nothing else to look at. "You did well for yourself, ol' buddy..." he
thought as he eyed Kim's slim form. He looked towards her chest again,
noting the fabric had re-sealed the view. "I didn't think Asian women's
breasts got that big!" he continued thinking to himself as he glued his
gaze to her upper body.
He hadn't thought about it when he first walked in the door, but her
breasts were substantial. They dominated her slim frame. Joe wondered if
they were the reason Bill had courted her. If so, they were two very
convincing reasons. She would have little problem earning the label of
well-endowed.
She brought the pancake to him. Joe wasn't even aware of where his gaze
was locked until the robe re-opened and again flashed the light brown flesh
of her chest. His eyes captured the view, from her collarbone down to the
shadow of darkness that filled the area between the silk and the humps of
her breasts. Kim set down the plate, and laid out the silver ware. her
eyes were intent on her actions, allowing Joe to freely look down her chest
and enjoy the jiggling cleavage.
"Very nice..." he again thought to himself. "Oh, quit it! Stop looking at
her tits!" he commanded his eyes. But the gaze didn't break until she
turned around, and headed back for the stove.
Kim fixed her own plate, and sat down across him. The two ate quietly,
then started to become aquatinted as after their breakfast.
"So how long have you and Bill known each other?" she asked.
"Oh God, years... we go way back..."
"I figured. He's told me a lot about you. He was very disappointed you
couldn't come to the wedding."
"I know, I know... My stupid job... I really would have liked to have
been there..."
"Would you like to see some pictures?"
"Absolutely!"
Kim rose from her chair, and went to a table in the family room. She
picked up a photo album, and brought it to Joe's side. Joe cleared his
plate out of the way, and opened the album.
He laughed as he saw his friend, all decked-out in a tux and wearing a
stupid grin. Then he saw Kim. She was absolutely stunning. With make-up
on her face, she could easily be a model. Her dress was skin tight,
revealing an incredibly shapely body highlighted by the now familiar
cleavage poking out from the cut of her dress. Bill turned his head, read
to offer some safe comment of his approval. But he quickly jerked his head
back.
Kim stood against the table, leaning slightly as she enjoyed the pictures
with him. The slight lean was all that was necessary to expose a
significant portion of her left breast.
Joe turned to the next page. Exactly as he did so, his fingers went numb.
A wave of heat spread through him. His eyes pointed to the pictures, but
were unable to focus. They were locked in the distance they wanted to see
- the distance to Kim's tit.
He snuck a peak, and felt his cock harden as he noticed the glint of the
morning sun reflecting from her upper breast and into his eye. In
actuality, he could only see about a third of the breast's total mass. But
the closeness, the proximity of the breast, and it's beautiful shape were
enough to make him want to grope right then. Her delicate, brown skin...
her perfect, round curves...
He turned to the next page, moving his head as he did so he could steal
another glance. The breast heaved slightly with a breath, and he noticed a
pair of freckles near the sternum. The right breast was blocked by the
silk robe, but the left majestically displayed much of itself thanks to the
slack on the left side of her body.
He continued turning pages. Kim leaned closer, resting her hand on his
shoulder. The touch wasn't sexual, it was practical. She needed to see so
she could explain the shots.
But when she outstretched her left arm to point at a certain detail, Joe
couldn't help but look directly down her further opened robe. Her exposed
chest moved underneath his eye, allowing him sight of both curves, and , oh
god..., a thin ridge of her rose-colored bra.
Joe wondered if she detected his hot breath on her exposed flesh. She
seemed oblivious to the condition she was putting him in. Why did they
have to be so big!! Joe felt at once glad for the exciting views the open
robe provided of her cleavage, and yet partly wished she would put
something more concealing over her body. He liked looking at women's
breasts, but not his best friend's wife's.
If this was any other woman, he would try to fuck her. Either with words,
or with actions, he would try to feel her smooth body and completely expose
those incredible tits. He loved the femininity of Asian women, and being
an attractive guy, he had slept with several in the past. But Kim was
unbelievable. Those breasts... those tits! Such a rare sight to his eyes.
He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to fuck such a rare jewel.
He neared the end of the book, when he heard crying from upstairs. That's
right! Bill and Kim had a baby a few months ago!
"I'll be right back..." Kim left the table, and headed for the stairs.
Joe gulped down his remaining orange juice, hoping his erection would
settle before he tried to get up.
Kim didn't return right away, so Joe got up and started examining the
house. He was glad for Bill. A good job, a hot wife, a new baby... and he
did it without leaving home. He stayed in their small little town, whereas
Joe had left for what he thought would be bigger opportunities.
He shouldn't have put their friendship in jeopardy a second time. Joe had
nearly ruined their relationship their first year of college. Bill was
dating a very nice blonde, in fact, so nice of a blonde that Joe decided he
needed to fuck her. He was always luckier with women than Bill, and sure
enough, the blonde eagerly accepted his advances.
But you shouldn't fuck the girlfriend of your best friend, especially when
you're roommates. Bill surprised them by returning early one night. But
he was the most surprised as stumbled in on Joe's cock pumping into his
girlfriend's eager pussy. And in Bill's bed, no less.
What a mistake. They finally patched up their friendship, and Joe swore he
would never touch his friend's woman again.
He turned as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Kim appeared around
the corner.
Joe knew he had to leave once he saw her again. He immediately made up an
excuse, and started for the door. He knew he might lose control base on
what he just saw. The cleavage was bad enough, but she now wore the damp
stains of her milk across the silk robe. She had been breast-feeding her
child.
Joe made it to the door, and turned to say his farewell. He made sure his
eyes didn't travel down her body to the area of her wet nipples. They
shook hands.
"Why don't you come tomorrow?" she asked.
Joe noticed her robe was hanging more loosely across her. Evidently, she
hadn't tied it as tightly as she had earlier. Oh what the hell... he
looked again. Her cleavage swooped down her chest, past the round tops of
her breasts and the protruding curves. Right down past the descending
curve back to her chest. She had taken off her bra.
"Ok." Joe headed out, chastising himself for the urges hat sprung up
inside him. It would be safer tomorrow, he figured. She would probably be
in a more concealed state of dress...
Bill called that night, apologizing for missing his friend. He explained
they were going through a mini-crisis at work, and that's why he had to go
in early.
"So what do you think of Kim?" He asked.
Ordinarily, Joe would have told him exactly how he felt. He would have
told him he had an incredibly hot wife, who had the sexiest cleavage he had
ever seen. But he didn't want Bill to know how much time he had spent
looking at her breasts. He didn't want to plant a seed in his mind that
would recall that horrible past.
"She seems great!" He offered. "Very friendly, and a good cook!"
Bill said he should be there the next morning. Joe started to feel more
comfortable about returning. But he couldn't help but flash images of Kim
in his mind as he went to sleep that night. He couldn't help but rub his
hardened cock against the mattress...
Fuck! What was he thinking?? He had been back in town two days, and all
he could think about was Kim's breasts. What it would be like to see
them... what it would be like to have her robe open just a little further,
and expose the full nakedness of her breasts and nipples. What it would be
like to wedge his cock between the soft curves...
Joe sat up, and beat his cock raw the rest of the night thinking about Kim
and her breasts. He couldn't shake the image of their voluptuous shape
covered by milk-dampened stains. This is Ok, he told himself. I can think
about her. Then nobody knows, and nobody gets hurt..
He finally fell asleep, and dreamt of Kim sleeping beside him ;the wind
gently blowing open her robe and exposing the shadowed line of her Asian
cleavage, and the little curve formed above the sternum where they met in a
soft press. The robe flapped in the breeze, tantalizing him with large
exposed areas, but never enough to see her nipples. Evidently, his mind
knew where to draw the line.
He arrived at breakfast the next morning. Again, Bill had to leave before
he got there. Joe had thought about coming earlier, but realized it would
be more difficult to stare at Kim's breasts with her husband in the room.
He fought the idea in his mind. Yes, he wanted to look at Kim. He wanted
to once again soak up the sight of that heaving Asian cleavage. And if
Bill caught him! He didn't want to think about that. He had looked at,
admired, and masturbated to her tits. But he wasn't doing anything really
wrong.
After Kim opened the door, Joe nearly had a heart attack. He had barely
sized up her extremely short and delicate robe when she wrapped her arms
around him and gave him a hug. Joe had to arch his hips to keep her from
feeling his hard-on. But he did manage to feel those magnificently soft
breasts mash against him...
Oh, Goood! He thought when she stepped back. She had applied a full day's
make-up. her hair was clean and radiant. And that robe! Joe stole a
glance at her bare thighs and the promising area between them. It went
only a little past her waist, and seemed to be glued to her perfect
breasts, unable to conceal their full shape in anyway. Of course, her
trademark cleavage was carefully hidden under the silk. But with luck,
this robe would open as easily as the first.
Joe found it impossible to take his eyes off her now. She moved through
the kitchen, stretching and leaning in ways that seemed to psychically call
out, "Fuck me." Joe wanted to answer those calls, but worked out his
frustration by chewing his food.
She still seemed perfectly oblivious to her arousing state of dress. She
acted like a caring host, but didn't make any comments or innuendoes to
suggest she was trying to seduce Joe. She was a very sexy woman, and
probably dressed like this to please Bill. Since he was Bill's best
friend, she obviously felt she could trust him not to have sexual thoughts
about her.
But she was wrong. And Joe hated himself for it. He would have given his
right arm to touch and kiss those breasts for even five minutes.
Kim knelt in front of him, handing him a slice of grapefruit. "Thank you."
Joe said. Not for the grapefruit, but the overdue parting of her robe.
Her cleavage crept with the bend, opening to what appeared to be the top of
a lacy white bra. Her Asian flesh called to him from the shadow across her
chest.... "Taste me... lick me... rub me..."
"That looks very nice!" Joe said. Again, he wasn't talking about the
grapefruit.
Kim moved over to the doorwall and glanced outside.
"Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day!" she beamed. she turned a
bit, and leaned against the countertop. She lifted her hands to her head,
pulling her shiny hair up with her fingers.
Her body was positioned between Joe and the outside light. That proved
most effective at demonstrating the sheer quality of her chosen robe. Her
slim, toned body cut a striking silhouette under the garment. Her legs,
her hips, and of course , her breasts, were all outlined to their exact
shape. She moaned lightly as she exhaled a deep, erotic breath.
Joe stared at her body, feeling safe in his lustful gaze so long as Kim's
eyes remained closed. He could practically feel her breasts with his eyes,
and taste the protruding nipples with the same look.
Like the day before, the scene was interrupted by the sound of the crying
infant. Joe managed to break his admiring stare before Kim could open her
own eyes and notice him. She quickly bounded to the stairs, heading for
her needing child.
Joe thrust his hand into his pants and found his throbbing cock. Her
jerked himself right at the breakfast table, the image of Kim burning in
his mind.
"Oh, Kim... oh Kim..." he muttered to himself. He knew he was going to
cum, but where? He didn't want to splooge into his pants, announcing his
actions to the young mother. He stood up, stroking himself as he walked,
and made it to the sink. He pictured Kim opening her robe for the infant
child, exposing that heavenly breast and life-giving nipple. He imagined
the baby's young lips covering the tit, milking it for it's needed
nourishment.
Joe came into the sink. He unloaded onto an unwashed plate, moaning Kim's
name quietly as he did. He rubbed himself a few more times, then quickly
rinsed the plate and the small amount of sperm on his hands.
He managed the rest of the breakfast more easily, now that his monster load
of cum had been dumped. But a few more leans brought a few more glimpses
of Kim's bursting Asian cleavage, and he found himself hard again in no
time.
Needless to say, tomorrow's invitation was accepted with eagerness. This
couldn't go on forever. Joe would start his new job the next week, and
these little erotic breakfasts would come to an end. "Might as well enjoy
it while I can..." he reasoned.
Kim wore the same robe the next morning. She wore the same robe, and once
again, Joe was the only one there to appreciate it. Kim made omelets, and
performed the usual stretching and reaching routines from the previous
days. Joe particularly watched as she stretched high up for something on
an upper shelf. His mind told him to offer to get it for her, but his body
made him sit, and look to the tight little ass lifting up with her reach.
Oh, yes... Sure enough, A flash of Kim's white silk panties crept out from
underneath the robe. Oh, that precious spot between her legs and under her
ass. Joe started to wonder why he put himself through this. Why did he
continue to come over and be inadvertently boiled to a sexual frenzy?
"Could you screw this top off?"
Joe thought he meant her bra, or he hoped she meant her bra. But the jar
in her hand quickly ruined that fantasy. Kim walked to him, rested the jar
and the table, and bent forward.
Joe watched the exposed portion of her chest grow from the thin line of her
cleavage to the complete sight of her breasts and the lacy pink bra that
held them. The robe dangled well below her bursting bosom. Her breasts
dangled deliciously in the lacy cups.
Joe sat with his mouth hanging open. He could see nearly every detail of
this beautiful Asian woman's chest. He could clearly see the line of skin
where her breasts sprouted from her thin frame. He could see the bra
straps loosely hanging from her shoulder and the breasts shifting slightly
inside the cups. Those same cups indented the skin along the ridge, their
firm hold shaping, and supporting the massive size. He again noticed
several little freckles, and immediately wished he could kiss them.
"Go ahead, use those strong hands."
Joe almost reached for her tits, but figured she meant the jar. He placed
his hand on the round lid, staring at the humps dangling behind it. Kim
didn't rise from her position. She held her pose, seemingly unaware of how
highly exposed her motherly female parts had become. Those breasts!!
Those over-sized, Asian breasts held so firmly in that lovely pink bra.
And they weren't just large from her pregnancy. Those babies were huge in
her wedding photos. She was a large-breasted woman, pure and simple.
As much as he wanted to bathe in the sight of her tits, Joe realized he had
better unscrew the top. He twisted it hard, and it came off. Kim reached
for the lid, lifting her exposed right breast higher than the left but
inducing a maddening jiggle in both.
She then continued cooking, but was interrupted by the baby crying. She
interrupted her preparation, and headed for the stairs.
Joe again slid his hand down his pants. He massaged the aching tip of his
penis, trying his best to simulate the feel of Kim's smooth, creamy
breasts. Then he had an idea. He sprang to his feet, his pants still
unzipped. He carefully moved up the stairs, hoping he wouldn't call
attention to himself.
He heard Kim cooing in the background, and noticed a light streaming
through the door at the end of the hall. He tiptoed towards it, hoping
against hope he could pull off his mission.
His heart pounded as he moved his eye in line with the opening. He quickly
made out Kim's luxuriant hair, and her slightly rocking head. She was
turned away from him, allowing him to move closer to the door to expanding
his field of view.
Kim sat on the bed, her arms undoubtedly holding up her newborn to her
milky breast. Joe struggled for a look at the creamy skin, praying he
could see at least one of her hidden nipples. But her back was directly
towards him.
Damn! Joe grew frustrated as Kim began humming to her baby. Then he
noticed it! Directly opposite Kim's lovely exposed front was a full-sized
mirror. Joe's eyes darted to the reflection, and quickly picked up on
Kim's open robe, and the breast she bared for her child.
He couldn't see the nipple... the infant's mouth and head blocked the view.
But he could see the full roundness... the gentle slope beginning at the
top of the breast and ending in a large, curved mass of brown flesh. His
hand went back into his pants, and he began to massage his cock slowly.
He watched as excess milk spilled down her breast, and how she mopped it up
with her robe. He watched as Kim closed her eyes. She had stopped
humming, and now heaved her breasts with heavy breath.
She was moaning!
Joe quickened the pace on his cock as he realized she was enjoying the
sucking. She was getting excited! She moved her hand, as though she was
going to touch herself, but evidently thought better of it. She pulled the
baby closer, and started squeezing her unused breast with her left hand.
Joe knew he was about to cum. He didn't want to leave, but felt unloading
his sperm on her bedroom door wouldn't be too appropriate. He made it back
downstairs, and released once again into the sink.
Kim came down a few moments later. Joe's cock returned to life as the
glowing beauty stood in front of him, her left nipple clearly visible
through the milk-dampened robe. Joe ate his breakfast, but wished he had
what the baby got.
Kim moved back to her counter, and took a nearby towel into her hands. Joe
watched her from the side as she brought the towel against the dampness.
He watched the contour of the breast beneath the robe shift and alter as
she rubbed herself with the towel. She then slipped the towel inside,
palming it against the curved, moistened breast beneath. Joe watched as
she dabbed at the milk, and the eventually returned to her cooking.
She didn't bother to re-seal her robe. She sat down opposite Joe, the robe
sagging wonderfully towards her side and exposing that cleavage. About
half the vertical distance of her breasts were visible, and the smooth,
shimmery outlines suggested that she was braless once again.
"Well," she said as Joe headed out the door "sorry you haven't had a chance
to eat with Bill. I hope I have been good company..."
"The best." Joe replied.
"We'll get together over the weekend, I'm sure. I know he's going in early
again tomorrow, but why don't you come over for one last breakfast?"
"I wouldn't miss it!" Indeed not. Joe knew he couldn't refuse looking
down her robe one last time. In Bill's company, he completely expected
those wonderful tits to be covered.
The last morning began as usual. Kim hugged him as he arrived, pressing
her warm, cushioning body against him. Joe noticed one thing different:
she had a chain around her neck that disappeared into the closed robe.
Another thing was different. No cooking. The kitchen was without smell,
the stove without heat. Joe was a little confused, but figured she just
hadn't started yet.
"Have a seat." she offered Joe. Kim sat down beside him, not across. She
was at the head of the table, at a ninety degree angle.
She started with small talk, asking about Joe's life in town back before he
left. Joe answered her questions, figuring she just wasn't hungry yet. Or
maybe she had something finished she had in the fridge or something.
"You know, I have a long-time child hood friend, too." Kim said.
"Really?"
"Yes. I have a picture. Would you like to see it?"
"Sure."
Kim smiled, and pulled open her robe. Joe's heart pounded as she willingly
exposed her cleavage. The chain that rested against her bosom ended in a
small locket. Kim folded back her robe, allowing it to remain open. She
grasped the locket, opened it, and held it towards Joe. The chain wasn't
that long. As Joe leaned forward to clearly see the picture, he realized
he was only inches from her breasts. His body went numb. His breath
quickened. His cock screamed at him from within his pants.
In all honesty, he couldn't have told you what the picture was. His eyes
looked right past it, and down Kim's magnificent chest. She wore no bra.
Her beautiful, large, Asian breasts heaved in front of him, with only a
enough robe left on them to cover her nipples. The dark skin merged with
the shadows that formed further down her body. Her light freckles sat
happily beside the glinting light from outside.
Kim closed the locket, but didn't close the robe. She sat across from Joe,
talking now about how much she enjoyed having a child. And how she hoped
the baby we be a best friend to her. Joe looked at her, allowing his eyes
to wander down to her exposed chest as often as possible. He was obsessed,
enchanted, and unbelievably aroused by those incredible breasts. Kim
continued on about her baby, and the bond she already felt she shared with
it.
"Speaking of which..."
Kim cupped her left breast. She squeezed it slightly. Joe saw the silk
above the nipple dampen.
"Excuse me for a minute." Kim got up, and headed for the stairs.
The timing was wise. Joe wondered if he could keep from attacking his
friend's wife. He had enjoyed her unconscious views, but today... He
wanted her. He wanted to take her, and caress those bouncing breasts and
make them his own. He wanted... Joe continued his new ritual and slid his
hand into his pants. He wrapped It around his engorged cock, trying to
comfort his lust. Come on boy, he thought... can't think about that... He
got up, working his cock with a fever. he walked into the family room,
pleading with his body not to head for the stairs. His pants were past his
hips, making his steps difficult. He jerked himself, fearing any loss of
contact would create a moment of weakness. And then... who knows...
"Joe?'
Oh shit! Joe pulled his hand out as he heard Kim coming back down the
hall. He barely got his pants up before Kim appeared around the corner.
She carried her infant child in her arms.
"You don't mind if I breast-feed, do you?"
Joe stammered out a "No." But oh fuck... was she really going to do it?
Oh fuck!
The infant tugged at the silk. Joe watched as the tiny hand managed to
open her robe in uncontrolled jerks, exposing her dripping nipple in quick
flashes. The infant's tiny fingers found there way to the tit, and Joe
felt ready to cum his pants as the fragile hand clamped her brown, tender
nip.
Kim sat down, and properly opened her robe. She sat directly in front of
Joe, unashamed of the gorgeous breast she made naked before him. The
baby's mouth quickly found it's breakfast, and happily sucked the warm milk
from her tit.
Joe watched the tiny mouth purse and suckle the round nipple. he watched
the excess milk run out the baby's mouth, down Kim's bare breast, and onto
the white silk robe beneath.
He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe. His body tingled from head to toe
as he watched this female, this beautiful Asian female, suckle her infant
child to her naked breast. The motherly instinct over- rode any
self-consciousness of the nudity of her chest, or the open legs that Joe
now realized offered a clear view of her skimpy white panties.
Maybe she just trusted him. Maybe she felt he was so close to Bill, that
he certainly would be close enough for this. Joe noticed the locket was
gone, and then remembered his own pants were unzipped and open.
He finally looked at her face. Kim's eyes pierced through him as she
stared back. she stared back with a look that at first suggested anger. An
anger coming from the realization Joe was getting sexually aroused during
this perfectly natural female act.
"What have you been doing?' she said in a motherly tone.
She held the infant in her arms, but mostly with her left one. Her right
arm pulled away, and brought her hand to her neck. Her fingertips ran
against the smooth, creamy brown flesh. They ran down the middle of her
chest and over the dark, curved line formed by the pressing of her breasts.
She took the robe in hand, and lifted it from her right, dripping nipple.
"Come here, baby... come get your breakfast."
Joe lunged for her. He strode quickly to her, then knelt before her.
"Ohh!" Kim moaned as Joe took the free nipple into his mouth. The warm,
sweet milk flowed across his tongue. Joe sucked on her breast, letting the
fluid pump freely into his mouth. He gulped it down, sucking her motherly
fluid into him... tasting her body... tasting his friend's wife's breast...
He kissed the nipple through the stream, allowing milk to drip down Kim's
chest and stomach on her right side.
"Oh, baby..." Kim squeezed the breast, milking it for Joe who continued to
suck. His eyes looked down her body. Her legs were open, but not all the
way. Joe slid his hand under the robe.
"Oh yes... touch mommy..." Kim arched slightly as Joe brought his
fingertips against her soaking panties. He was going to fuck her, he knew
that. He was going to fuck his best friend's wife. His conscience ordered
him to stop, but as his eyes saw the droplets of white milk spatter against
her pussy, his body took control.
Joe felt the infant's foot brush against his earlobe. The child continued
suckling her left breast, evidently content that it would be enough. He
smiled, knowing he was enjoying this more.
His fingers pushed against Kim's sweet, Asian opening.
"Uhhh, ooh yess!" Kim's body flinched, as though she had anticipated the
touch for years. Her rubbed her slit, feeling the soft silk rub against
the ridges of her cunt. He bit her nipple.
"Ahh, uhhhh!" She thrashed slightly. Joe felt her cunt twitch, and slid
his fingers past her panties and inside her. Her pussy was warm and moist.
He flashed momentarily on Bill, and the realization his fingers were now
where Bills' cock had been. where Bill's cock had to be in order to make
that child. He felt some milk dripping onto his hand. he rubbed it into
her cunt, imagining the sight must have been similar to when her cunt
dripped the white of her husband's sperm.
"Oh... my cock..." Joe could barely stand the pain of his raging penis.
"Aww, poor baby! Let mommy have a look!" Joe's moth moved off her breast.
She leaned forward, still clutching her baby, and slid down Joe's already
opened pants. His swelled penis popped out and dangled in front of her.
"Look, it's all swollen... want mommy to kiss it and make it better?"
Joe didn't answer. he didn't have to. Kim rested her child on the couch,
then pressed her warm, sweet lips against Joe's shaft.
"Oh..." He moaned with the touch.
Kim kissed it several times. Soft kisses. Motherly kisses. She began
stroking it, like a mother rubs her child's elbow after a fall.
"Is this better? Does that feel good?"
"Ohh, yess. That feels so good! So good..."
She took it into her mouth, applying tight sucks with the gentle bobbing of
her head. She sucked him for a minute or so, cooing reassuring sounds from
deep in her throat. Joe watched her lips glisten his cock, and the bobbing
of her breasts beneath it. Kim pulled her mouth away, but continued
stroking with her hand.
"Why don't you lie down here, and mommy will tuck you in..."
Kim stood and picked up the baby. She let her robe dangle open as she
rested the child in a nearby stroller.
In the meantime, Joe stretched out on the couch. He was flat on his back,
watching Kim as she returned. She noticed his erect penis poking straight
up, and stroked it some more. Then, she dropped her robe. Joe's cock
yearned for her touch to return as he beheld Kim's naked body. Her flesh
glistened in the streams of milk that ran down her front. She climbed over
him. Her dangling breasts brushed against his chest. Her nipples jiggled
to his mouth. He kissed each one before Kim moved her own lips to his.
He felt his body humping upwards as Kim pressed against him. His hard cock
rubbed against her panties.
"Mommy needs you to get undressed..."
She helped Joe undo the buttons of his shirt. He eagerly slid out of it as
he let his eyes become hypnotized by Kim's jiggling tits.
"Mommy needs help getting undressed..."
Joe moved his hands to her hips, and slid off her panties. She wriggled
her body and moved up on him, allowing Joe to get them completely off.
"Give mommy a kiss, honey."
Joe kissed the exposed pussy that sat in his face. Kim rubbed it up and
down, spreading her juice across is chin and nose.
"Mommy's going to take care of you now. She's going to make your penis
feel all better..." She moved back down on him. Joe let his muscles go
limp as Kim massaged his bare chest. She moved her hands down and steered
his cock into her cunt. She started humping his desperate penis, moving
her hips up and down with increasing rhythm.
Joe watched her bouncing body as her cunt tightened on his cock.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Is mommy's pussy helping?"
"Oh yes, Ohh, God yes!"
Her breasts bounced with her fucks. Joe reached his hands up, caressing
those sweet Asian breasts while those sweet Asian hips drove him into her.
He was fucking his best friend's wife. And loving it. Her breasts
continued to squirt, Joe caught what could in his mouth and let the rest
splash on him.
"Ohh! You're such a good boy!" she screamed.
Joe felt the sperm surge from his cock and into Kim. She squealed as she
felt his hot cum lick the insides of her pussy. She slowed her bounces,
savoring the feel of his cock as it lost its hardness.
She collapsed on him, and kissed his nose. Joe felt the warm pressure of
her cushioning breasts and the poking of her erect nipples.
"Do you need mommy to sleep with you?" she asked.
"Yes." Joe answered. She rested her head against him and closed her eyes.
Joe stayed awake for awhile, enjoying the feel of his friend's wife against
him. He had to fuck her, he just had to. He felt a small burning of
guilt, but it was overshadowed by a more powerful feeling: the
anticipation of fucking her again.
He just hoped he was finished before Bill came home.
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