ABF Session with a surprise

[Nick]

I wrote this a short time ago and thought I’d share it here. It was originally three parts, but I’ve combined them all. Hope you enjoy.

Many years ago at the local car show I had heard that this young lady – I’ll call her “Sally” – was interested in me. Actually, if I remember correctly, she supposedly told a mutual friend that she wanted “to fuck” me. I was intrigued as we were neighbors but I had never paid much attention. Nothing ever came from it and I eventually moved to a different part of town. Probably close to 15-years had passed.

Somewhere during that time I discovered ANR and had had an on-off occasional tryst with a lady who wasn’t producing, but very much enjoyed our sessions together. But as so often happens life got in the way and we lost contact.

One day I was perusing the now-defunct ANRspace and lo’ and behold I saw a post from someone not far from me, with the photo of the lower half of her face. I recognized Sally immediately. Her post stated that she was interested in trying out an ANR. She had had a baby but the father wasn’t in the picture and she was producing more milk than she knew what to do with. I was a little nervous about how to approach her because since we had been acquaintances and I managed to find her here I didn’t want to spook her or weird her out.

So after an initial private message, assuring her that I knew her and that I was interested in the same things she was, we decided to meet at her place for a session.

It was a beautiful day, the weather was absolutely perfect and the sky was as blue as her eyes. I parked at her condo and knocked on the door. Sally answered and we exchanged an awkward hug of two people who were acquainted but had never really hung out.

The couches in her living room were arranged in an “L” and she sat on the large one and I sat on the smaller one and we made a little small talk about how we both came to be on the same site. She had never had anyone suckle her before but had wanted to try it for some time.

I explained that I had a little experience but that it had been quite a while. I made sure she was OK with trying a session and she indicated that she was and asked me what the best way to get started was. So I had her sort of lay back on the couch a little bit and I got down on my knees and slid between her legs. We peeled her sweatshirt off and I admired her ample cleavage for a moment before she reached behind her back and released the three clasps that had been hanging on for dear life.

Her beautiful breasts released from their Dacron cages and I slid her bra off and tossed it gently aside. I gently caressed from her collar bone down the top of her breast with the back of my hand feeling her warmth radiate through my skin. My other hand came up from below and I cupped her massive breast in both hands, lifting it gently up from her chest. The warm weight in my hands was absolutely sensuous and I brought my face down to meet the treasure I held. Ever so gently I rubbed my eyelashes across her smooth skin high above her areaola, side to side and ever so slowly downward.

Upon reaching that silver dollar-sized areola I continued to paint them with my lashes. Sally’s areaola began to pucker as her nipple began to stiffen. I could stand it no more, I simply had to have her in my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and exhaled the heat of my desire slowly onto my target. I looked up into her eyes and she arched her back pushing her nipple into my eager mouth.

Her warm nipple filled my mouth, it had the texture of a walnut with all the folds and wrinkles but it was so soft and pliable. I sucked ever so gently to draw her into me a little more and began making circles with my tongue, exploring the sensation of dry skin turning slippery. Sally’s breasts were so warm and squishy and I pressed my face into her feeling it wrap around my cheeks. I could feel her breath quickening as we melted into each other.

I sucked a little harder drawing her completely into my mouth and began positioning for a good latch. As jaw, tongue and throat began working together I could taste that most exquisite of all liquids. Sweet and warm she began filling my mouth. A few drops with the first motion and then more with each draw as she let down fully. I let my mouth fill with her essence, sweet and warm before finally swallowing the gift she had given me. Sally would now become a part of me forever as her alabaster lifeblood was absorbed by my body.

Mouthful after mouthful she filled me and the more I suckled the hungrier I got. I now had one hand on either side of her left bosom and was massaging her rhythmically with my outstretched fingers to ensure nothing was left to waste. I sucked hard and pulled my head back stretching the folds of her nipples flat within my mouth, only to feel them wrinkle again.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her right breast was dripping and I quickly switched side to lap up her nectar. Hungrily I worked on her as I looked into her eyes. They were half-closed in a look of contentment and desire. I lifted her now heavier side up so that I could press my face directly into her, nearly suffocating myself. When air was needed I sucked hard and pulled my head back, only to dive into her warmth again. It was almost as if I cursed having to breathe because I wanted to press my face into her soft chest and feel it fill the contours of my face, nose, and eyes.

I noticed that Sally’s chest had started to flush a bright pink as if watching a sunburn appear before my eyes. I released my grip with my right hand a squeezed her left breast to the center of her chest. I was determined to get both nipples in at the same time. Her boobs were so big that they easily came together and formed a cleavage canyon. There at the precipice of this new mountain of paradise her nipples squished together like a pink “eight.”

My greedy mouth was rewarded with streams of milk. Her gumdrop nipples responding to my every suck. I was ravenous and I began to notice a change in Sally too. She started to squirm as she reclined on the couch. Her breathing was getting deeper and faster as if she were working as hard as I was. I stopped my work and looked up at her. “Are you OK?” I inquired?

In a breathless voice she managed to huff out “yes.”

I went back to the hard work of sucking, caressing, pulling, pinching, squeezing, and massaging. As I labored between her thighs I wasn’t sure if the humidity I was feeling was from me because I had started to sweat, or if it was from her.

Despite wanting more milk my mouth and throat were exhausted. “Fill my mouth.” I begged her and I opened my mouth wide. She lifted her breast up from the bottom with one hand and began expressing with her other hand. Within a few strokes I could hear her milk squirting into the pool in my mouth. Sally was delicious, like a watered down bowl of leftover frosted flake milk. I swallowed hungrily and we switched sides.

After a few minutes I was rested enough to continue again and I dove back into her warmth with renewed vigor. Once again I noticed that Sally seemed to be squirming as if she weren’t comfortable. “Still OK? I’m not sucking too hard am I?” I asked.

“No” came the husky reply, but I could tell she was holding something back as if she were embarrassed about something. Then I realized that while I was indeed working up a sweat, so too was Sally.

Sally’s nipples were now slick with my saliva and drips of milk but I noticed a change in the skin on her ample breasts. When we started my hands slid easily over the smooth dry skin, but now I noticed that she had become damp from her heat. Some was from the sweat from my own hands as they eagerly massaged and coaxed more nectar from her. But a great deal seemed to be a side-effect of her current condition.
As I latched on to her nipple and sucked drinking her never-ending supply her breaths had become heaves with each pull of my mouth. As one hand massaged and coaxed her ducts to keep flowing, my other hand found her other nipple and I squeezed it firmly between my thumb and index finger and pulled. Sally’s breath caught and released quickly and I could feel her hips squirming slightly.
I swallowed a mouthful and released her from my mouth. Looking up at her I said, “Are you trying not to cum?”
She bit her lower lip and nodded gently as she looked down at me.
“It’s OK” I told her, “sometimes that happens, you don’t have to hold back, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, just let it happen.”
I switched sides, opened my mouth wide and planted her nipple deep into my mouth. I sucked rhythmically as her milk began to fill my mouth. Not wanting to deny her other breast of sensation, I used my free hand to caress, squeeze, and gently lift the side I had just abandoned. I sucked as hard as I could and pulled my head back, taking her heavy udder with me.
Sally’s body shuddered and she let out a loud moan of ecstasy. The orgasm she had been denying herself finally forced its way through her. She arched her hips towards my midsection and I could feel the heat and dampness of her through her thin shorts. My other hand on her free breast was milking the last remaining drops of her stores. I continued sucking on her, first one side, then then other, then playfully taking both nipples into my mouth at the same time.
I added just a bit of a bite to the routine, gently scraping my teeth from the edge of her areola down to her gumdrop nipple where I then sucked it in and clamped gently with my molars. Now that the door had been opened by her first orgasm, yet another wave of pleasure coursed through Sally’s body.
I lost track of how many times my efforts brought her to ecstasy. But long after the last drop of her sweet nectar I continued to revel in her delectable mounds. Eventually I was exhausted. Sally had run out of milk and orgasms. She lay back on the couch and I lay my head on top of her now sweaty cleavage. I kissed her skin and caressed and kneaded breasts gently.
“Was that the first time you’ve cum from having your breasts sucked on?”
“Yes” she sighed.
“How was it?” I asked.
“It felt different.” she said. “I really liked it.”
“Perhaps we can arrange another session.”
As so often happens, life got in the way. Unfortunately Sally and I didn’t get a chance to explore again. But I did get a DM from her the other day about a totally unrelated subject. I suppose this is what brought me back to this memory. One of the things I love about ABF is that some part of me is built with the milk that I drank that day. I’d love another session with Sally, but I don’t know if I should even bring it up.

[KJ]

Very entertaining read, thanks for sharing. Some of your descriptions made me smile, “a watered down bowl of leftover frosted flake milk,” especially.

[Art]

Well written, you were both got lucky 🙂

[Author]

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