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                                  The Game Master
                                        Vicki
                     This story is true, so certain names and places have been
                                   changed to protect the guilty.
                        I first met Vicki about 7 years ago when we were both
                    23.  She hired in to the company where I worked, but we had
                     very little initial contact.  Vicki was fairly plain, not
                     too pretty; a typical female engineer.  I was not drawn to
                    her, for she was definitely not my type.  Her short hair was
                        dirty blond, her breasts were 36a, and her hips were
                       slightly hefty.  My girlfriend Amy, however, had long
                      brunette hair, a 40d-26-36 figure, and loved sex.  There
                     just wasn't much reason for me to be interested in Vicki.
                           Our company has about 10,000 employees, and our
                     department over 200 people amassed in a large office area,
                     so Vicki and I did not have any opportunity to get to know
                    one another that first year.  The only times that we spoke,
                     we started a fake/hostile relationship, always giving each
                     other a hard time.  But that was just her nature.  During
                     this time I became engaged to Amy, and we planned to marry
                                         in the fall of 85.
                        During the summer of 85, we ended up as engineers in
                      the same section.  A desk next to me became vacant, and
                     Vicki ended up sitting there.  Quickly we became friends,
                    still always giving each other a hard time.  Still I felt no
                      great attraction for her in a sexual manner (besides the
                    natural male curiosity), and our relationship soon began to
                    turn into a brother/sister interdependence.  Both of us are
                     only-childs, so the experience was kind of unique for us.
                         Vicki clearly let me know that she found me in no
                     way attractive in a sexual manner.  While I felt the same,
                       the more that she pointed this out to me, the more she
                                         became attractive.
                        Amy was never jealous of Vicki.  First of all, Amy is
                      not the jealous type, but second, Amy knows my taste in
                          women, and Vicki clearly did not meet the mold.
                       On schedule, Amy and I married in October of 85.  Vicki
                      came to the wedding, bringing one of her first dates in
                    months.  Vicki rarely dated, and was a self admitted virgin.
                     Meeting her, you would understand.  She really looked like
                     the kind of girl who would become a lesbian, controlled by
                    some butch partner.  However, she was straight, and I could
                    tell she really longed for a boyfriend.  I even tried to set
                      her up with a few friends of mine, but I think she felt
                     uncomfortable dating my friends (as though they might tell
                    me something behind her back).  Because of this, none of her
                    dates ever got serious, and she was not a first-date kisser.
                        Since she did not go out much, Vicki would always end
                     up doing things with my wife and I.  I know that she felt
                      like a third wheel, so we always tried to invite her to
                     group activities where there were other single people.  A
                    bunch of us even went to Disney World together in the spring
                    of 86.  We took over three rooms in the Contemporary Resort
                                          and had a blast.
                        Finally, around Christmas of 86, Vicki started to go
                     out with Rick (we quickly dubbed them Rick & Vick).  Rick
                     was a little older than her, and had just broken up from a
                      serious relationship, so he was not in any hurry to rush
                        into anything again.  This casual approach to their
                     relationship put Vicki at ease, and by the fall of 87 they
                     were truly in love.  Vicki never revealed the exact date,
                     but I think she lost her virginity about October of 87 to
                                               Rick.
                        Rick was very good for her.  Vicki's self-confidence
                    really began to build.  She started working out at a health
                    club, she bought better clothes (even purchasing a few mini-
                      skirts which were just coming back into style), and she
                     really started to wear the make-up well.  A new hairstyle
                      complemented her change, and she really began to attract
                                          some attention.
                        The time spent working out really helped her figure.
                       Her slightly pear-shaped behind became the talk of our
                    department as it metamorphosized into a tight, shapely ass.
                     Her clothes were not so plain anymore.  While not sexy by
                      any means, they did fit her better, and were of brighter
                    colors.  Jeans and slacks definitely fit her better, and she
                     knew it.  More than once I gasped aloud when she bent over
                    in front of me.  Of course she would pretend to get mad and
                     angry with me, but I knew that she enjoyed the attention.
                           Her make-up and hairstyle really made her look
                    beautiful.  Vicki's hair was now a lighter blond, and it had
                         grown shoulder-length.  She never failed to turn a
                                               head.
                       And then came the breasts.  Vicki started on "THE PILL"
                     in the summer of 88.  Her hormones began to react, and by
                      Christmas of 88 she had gone from a 36a to a 36c.  We're
                     talking the difference between bumps and breasts here.  It
                      was as though she had gone through puberty at 26.  Once
                    again she became the talk of the department, and I actually
                      became quite proud of the fact that she spent all of her
                    free time at work with me.  Guys would actually ask me what
                                           my secret was.
                       But Vicki and I still remained just best friends.  Our
                     relationship had not changed much, except that she did not
                       need my company outside of work.  Rick (who became her
                    husband in July of 89), had his own set of friends, and they
                         usually did things with them.  Rick and I were not
                     necessarily comfortable together, and usually avoided the
                      situation.  I'm an engineer and kind of a computer geek,
                       were Rick is an office manager and a Raiders' fan, and
                         little else really matters.  But I like him; he is
                          definitely good to Vicki, and very good for her.
                          Vicki, being a virgin up until Rick, was clearly
                  faithful.  While I joked at sex with her a few times, she still
                      quickly let me know that it would be impossible.  I know
                       that she didn't really take me seriously anyway.  Our
                                brother/sister friendship continued.
                         In 1990, Amy and I had a daughter.  One year later,
                    almost to the day, Vicki had a daughter as well.  This gave
                     us even more to talk about as we compared notes, exchanged
                     clothes, and talked about such wonderful things as diapers
                    and rashes.  And one thing both Amy and Vicki had in common
                                        was breast feeding.
                         Amy's breasts had grown to 42DD over the summer of
                     1990.  It was really amazing, but they were always so sore
                        and tender that Amy could not breast feed, let alone
                    withstand me playing with them.  She had to use an electric
                    pump to get the milk, and feed our baby with a bottle.  Here
                        were two marvellous mountains of flesh which were as
                    untouchable as sacred Indian ground.  One of my favorite sex
                     acts was the old pearl necklace, but Amy definitely could
                     not stand to have my cock between her tits.  Oh well, the
                    breast feeding only went on until Thanksgiving.  Quickly her
                              breasts returned to their original 40D.
                         Vicki however was amazing.  Those breasts which had
                    been 36a's in 1983 were now well over 38DD.  The change was
                     incredible.  38DD's are just as large as 42DD's, the only
                      difference is 4 inches in the diameter of the rib cage.
                      So Vicki's tits were now as large as my wife's had been.
                      When she came back to work after her maternity leave, it
                        was quite a pleasure to see her try and fit into her
                      pre-pregnancy tops.  Her tits were just enormous, and I
                               just couldn't help but stare at times.
                        Vicki seemed to take this rather well.  Although she
                    constantly complained about their size and weight, she only
                              seemed to be flattered by my attention.
                           On one particular day, she arched her back and
                    stretched, immediately drawing my attention.  A poor button
                    gave up its life and popped off, flying across our cubicle.
                      We both completely cracked-up laughing.  "My god Vicki.
                     They're incredible!  I think I would have died if I was as
                                     close as that button too."
                         She just laughed some more and shook a threatening
                                           finger at me.
                        Vicki would always disappear right after lunch as she
                     went to our company's medical department to pump the milk
                    from her breasts.  I always volunteered to go and guard the
                    door for her, or to hold the pump, but she would just shake
                      her head and call me a pervert.  After pumping, the milk
                           would be stored in her purse-sized ice chest.
                         This went on all summer until September of 1991 (I
                    write this less than a month after IT happened).  Vicki and
                      I were assigned to go out of town together on a business
                    trip.  Both of us are trainers for our department's CAD-CAM
                      system, so we were sent to a CAD class in Alabama.  The
                    class was on a Monday and Tuesday, so we planned to fly out
                        on the Monday morning red-eye, and return on Tuesday
                     evening.  This way she would only have to be gone from her
                     daughter about 40 hours.  She had gotten ahead in pumping
                    milk, so her husband had a good supply to take care of their
                     daughter until Vicki returned.  Since a woman cannot turn
                     off the milk supply, Vicki planned to bring the pump with
                    her and pump on the trip.  This milk would then be discarded
                    since it would be too difficult to carry back on the plane.
                       Vicki and I really started to look forward to our trip
                      together.  It would be really nice to get away from our
                    spouses and children (mine was a holy terror by this time).
                    We would also get to spend some non-work time together.  We
                    took the usual ribbing from our co-workers and our spouses,
                    but no one was serious.  Vicki and I had been friends for so
                     long; certainly if anything was going to happen, it would
                                   have happened by now.  Right?
                       We arrived in Alabama right on time.  Since I had been
                    here before (and since it is kinda the male thing to do), I
                      rented the car and we made it to the class with time to
                     spare.  The class lasted until 3:00, and we skipped out of
                    the afternoon lab so we could check in to our hotel.  Vicki
                    also needed to pump, after which we would explore the town.
                    It was incredibly hot for September, so we really wanted to
                                    get out of our good clothes.
                        Our rooms were in the same wing of the hotel, opening
                 out into a common hall.  The were typical rooms with double beds,
                     a dresser, a nightstand w/ bible, a table, and two chairs.
                  The T.V. was at least 15 years old, and being in the bible belt,
                     there was no adult channel.  Oh well, I'd live.  It would
                                         only be one night.
                       At 5:30 I knocked on her door.  After the usual "just a
                                       minute" she opened it.
                        "WOW!" I exclaimed.  She was wearing a jean miniskirt
                       and hot pink tee-shirt which was filled with those two
                      gigantic melons.  Her maternity bra was clearly visible
                  under the thin material.  I could only imagine what this outfit
                                      would look like braless.
                        "Watch it" she responded sternly.  "It's just too hot
                                      to wear anything else."
                                         "I'm watching it!"
                         She shot me a dirty look and started down the hall
                       towards the parking lot.  Her legs looked great.  Once
                     again, because of the heat, she wasn't wearing hose.  And
                      with her left-over summer tan and fit-and-trim legs, she
                     didn't need them.  I only wished that I could see more of
                                her ass.  Transfixed I followed her.
                            We spent our government per-diem at a Chinese
                        restaurant, and found a small mall to walk around in
                           (which was thankfully airconditioned).  There
                        just wasn't much else to do in this mid-sized town.
                      We found two theaters in the mall, so we ended up seeing
                           Terminator 2 (I for the third time).  Vicki's
                    husband just wasn't into those types of movies so it was her
                   first time.  When the movie got out, it was 10:30 so we headed
                   back to the hotel, pausing briefly to get ice-cream at a very
                   packed Dairy Queen which had been trying to close since 10:00.
                       We said goodnight and parted in the hall.  I turned on
                    the T.V., hit the john, and sat back to watch the news.  At
                     least they had CNN.  I quickly called my wife, told her I
                    was still alive, and she assured me that she and my daughter
                    were as well.  Nothing exciting had happened since 4:00 that
                                morning, so we quickly said goodbye.
                       After this full day, I failed to realize how tired that
                    I was, and quickly dozed off while watching David Goodnow on
                                           CNN Headline.
                          About 15 minutes later the phone in my room rang.
                     "Hello?"  My heart was racing after being abruptly awaken.
                           "We need to go out."  It was Vicki, and she was
                                 speaking in her distressed voice.
                                               "What?"
                                     "I need to get something."
                       "What?"  I repeated, slightly annoyed.  She was always
                                      pulling crap like this.
                          "I dropped the pump on the bathroom floor and it
                                              broke."
                        "I'll be over in a second."  I was still dressed and
                 merely walked the few steps down the hall to her door and knocked.
                       "Just a minute."  God she was so predictable!  I could
                     hear her putting clothes back on.  She opened the door and
                      was dressed as before, but I was just too tired to care.
                          The broken pump was on the sink in the bathroom.
                     A plastic funnel covers the breast, and it had broken into
                     about 20 different pieces.  Without it, the pump could not
                       build up suction and was therefore useless.  The pump
                      itself, as well as the collection bottle was undamaged.
                             Vicki had moved to the desk/dresser and was
                    looking through the Yellow Pages section of the phone book.
                    "I called several places already, but none of them are open
                                            this late."
                                  "Where would you buy one anyway?"
                         "Well, K-mart or Ventura normally.  Or a drugstore.
                             But this town completely closes by 10:00."
                       I picked the bed that Vicki was not using and stretched
                     out with her suitcase.  Meanwhile, she tried every single
                     drugstore in the book.  Nearly a quarter of them were open
                     late, but only the pharmacies.  No one had a breast pump.
                        "Dang!" she exclaimed (hard language for her).  "Who
                                       else would sell them?"
                        "Oh, like I would know," I replied.  "Can't you hold
                                        off until morning?"
                          "No way.  It hurts like crazy now.  It was murder
                        getting through the ice-cream."  But I knew she'd do
                             anything, suffer any pain, for ice cream.
                          "This isn't something that a 7-11 would sell."  I
                    thought back to my own experiences with breast pumps.  I had
                      only seen them at one place besides a store.  "You could
                       call a hospital.  They could probably use your milk."
                          She smiled and snapped her fingers.  "Good idea."
                       The next barrage of phone calls lasted until midnight.
                                  Basically they went as follows:
                                 Hospital one had no maternity ward.
                        Hospital two accepted donations, but only during the
                     day shift, and only from women who had been checked out by
                     their lab.  Vicki stressed that this was an emergency, so
                     they connected her to the emergency room clerk.  The clerk
                     told her that pumping was not considered an emergency, but
                  since she was from out of town they would do it.  She would have
                   to pay $417.00 (cash) or get authorization from our company's
                                             insurance.
                                 Hospital three was a trauma center.
                       Hospital four repeated hospital two, except it was over
                                              $500.00.
                       Call five went out to our insurance company (whose 24-
                    hour number our travel itinerary thoughtfully had printed on
                        it).  Basically, to them, breast pumping was not an
                    emergency.  Authorization refused.  Vicki insisted that she
                     speak with a supervisor, who happened to be a doctor.  He
                    also refused explaining that a mistake on her part (such as
                     breaking her pump) was not going to be insured, especially
                                            for $417.00.
                       Between us we had $100.00, the hospitals wouldn't take
                     a check, and neither of our bank cards would work anywhere
                    in this town.  The hotel wouldn't cash anything larger than
                     $50.00, and there were no Easy-Ed's 24 hour check cashing
                     centers.  Even the Western Union was closed until 6:00 am.
                           Already I could see that the breast pads in her
                     maternity bra were soaked.  Dark circles were appearing on
                    her shirt at the tips of her huge tits.  "Vicki, can you use
                                your fingers to force the milk out?"
                       "No, that just doesn't work.  It gets the milk started,
                       but it won't do well enough."  She was still scanning
                       through the phone book, I think nearly on the verge of
                     tears.  "Maybe I should call my doctor.  He could talk to
                                      the insurance company."
                               "Well, all you really need is a baby."
                        "Great," she glared at me.  "Where am I going to find
                                           one of those?"
                        "I'll volunteer," I replied half jokingly.  The joke
                    suddenly sent signals to my groin and I stared openly at her
                                              breasts.
                                              "Right."
                        "Well, you could wait until your tits exploded."  She
                    turned back to the phone book.  "Listen Vicki, I'm serious.
                                        I'd do it for you."
                                     "Yeah, I'm sure you would."
                                    "Well, problem solved then."
                        She actually looked as though she considered it for a
                     moment, then replied:  "No way, you'd enjoy it too much."
                          So might you, I thought.  "You're running out of
                          choices.  Besides, I'd promise not to enjoy it."
                                   She laughed at that.  "Right."
                        "No one would ever have to know, and tomorrow morning
                                    we'll buy you another pump."
                       She paused for a moment.  "Just what are you purposing
                     that you do to help me?"  As if she didn't know.  "Nurse?"
                        "Babies aren't the only ones with suction.  It's not
                                    like a sex act or anything."
                       She was quiet again and went back to the phone book for
                      several minutes.  A hand went up to rub the side of one
                      throbbing breast.  "If I agreed to this, how would we do
                                                it."
                       "I take it Rick has never tried this before?"  I myself
                      had only once.  Amy's breasts were just too sensitive to
                                             allow it.
                                        "No, don't be gross."
                          "Why is it gross?  Your baby does it every day."
                                         "That's different."
                                               "How?"
                         She paused again.  I could see the engineer's mind
                     looking for alternatives, but I had given her an easy way
                          out of the problem, and it was getting critical.
                               "You wouldn't tell anyone?" she asked.
                                       "Who would believe me?"
                                    "If Rick were to find out..."
                           "There's no way he could find out.  This isn't
                      something to feel guilty about.  We're friends Vicki, I
                          think maybe our friendship could survive this."
                       "I don't want you to touch me."  She said.  "How would
                                            we do this?"
                       "You would sit on the bed, and I'd put my head in your
                                               lap."
                         "I can't sit like that, I've tried it while feeding
                      before.  I have to have my back against something."  The
                       headboards on these beds were made up of shelves, and
                     clearly could not support someone's back, and the pillows
                                  were too small to be of any use.
                       "Then I'll sit on a chair, and you sit facing me on my
                     lap."  I couldn't fight the erection groin in my jeans, I
                    only hoped that she wouldn't see it.  At this, I got up and
                     told her to stand up.  Between the frustration, the pain,
                    and her exhaustion, Vicki seemed to give in.  The chair for
                     the desk had no arms, so it would work perfectly.  I moved
                       it into the center of the room, between the two beds'
                                            footboards.
                         She looked at me sternly and said:  "I'm only doing
                               this because I'm in incredible pain."
                       "So am I.  I'm only thinking of you."  I couldn't hold
                                      back an ear-to-ear grin.
                        "Right."  She moved over to the desk lamp and shut it
                                                off.
                       "You don't need to turn the lights off," I said taking
                                              my seat.
                                              "Wrong."
                         Hotels have about a million different lights in the
                    rooms (none of which are bright enough to do any good).  She
                     moved to the entryway to turn off that light, then the two
                    headboards, then the nightstand, and then the hanging light
                    over the table.  She also made certain that the drapes were
                     together.  She did, however, leave the bathroom light on.
                        Next she took her shirt off, but all I could see was
                    her silhouette against the drapes.  I realized that she was
                       opening the nursing flaps on the bra, and removing the
                    nursing pads (these round funky pads that soak up milk when
                      a woman starts to "leak").  She moved to me, hesitated a
                    moment, then straddled my lap placing her hands on the back
                     of the chair to either side of my head.  I could make out
                     the outline of her breast protruding from the bra, but it
                      was too dark to see the nipple.  She started to move her
                     breast towards my mouth.  "Let me do this," she commanded.
                                    I was only happy to be here.
                         I felt her right nipple press against my lip.  As I
                    opened my mouth I felt a high pressure stream of warm liquid
                     hit the back of my throat.  I moved forward until my lips
                    circled her nipple and pressed firmly against the flesh.  A
                        gasp escaped her lips as the pressure was released.
                        The milk was very warm, but being body temperature, I
                          almost couldn't feel it in my mouth, but I could
                    definitely taste it.  Breast milk is very sweet, and really
                      not too bad.  As I sucked on her breast I could feel the
                    nipple harden between my lips and I couldn't help but tongue
                    it a few times.  Each time she gasped, but didn't pull back.
                      The breast was also getting very warm, a side-effect of
                                          producing milk.
                           By this time I had a full erection, but she sat
                      back near my knees and couldn't feel it; and in the dark
                      she couldn't see it.  I didn't let it worry me.  I just
                                       went with the feeling.
                       As I continued to nurse and lick her nipple she started
                    to slightly squirm until at one point she pulled her breast
                             completely away.  "What's wrong?" I asked.
                                     "Sensitive."  She replied.
                                         "Am I hurting you?"
                           Her voice turned to a whisper.  "No, it's just
                 sensitive."  Even in the dark I could tell that she was blushing.
                       "Well, you can't run away," and with that I slipped my
                    hands around her waist and pulled her towards me.  My mouth
                      made contact with the top of the bra, and I followed her
                    curves back down to naked flesh.  I then extended my tongue,
                       licking my way back to the nipple; she actually moaned
                      aloud.  I pulled her even closer and I felt her come in
                     contact with the bulge in my jeans.  Due to the fact that
                       she had on a miniskirt, only the thin material of her
                     panties separated her from my jeans.  My cock pressed hard
                                against her as I continued to nurse.
                       Obviously feeling my erection, she tried to pull away,
                      but I had her firmly about the waist.  The movement only
                      accented her squirming, and I intensified my sucking and
                       tongue action.  Her left breast kept hitting my right
                      cheek, soaking it with leaking milk.  Within only a few
                    moments her attempts at escape became gentle rubbing against
                     my bulge.  The milk became thicker, and I knew this breast
                                          was about done.
                        As the right breast went dry, my hands went up to the
                     back of her bra.  I quickly unhooked it.  She didn't say a
                    word.  As I took my lips away from her nipple, I pulled the
                      bra forward, and down her arms.  Running my hands up her
                      stomach to her chest, I cupped both enormous breasts.  I
                    guided her left breast to my mouth and began to nurse again.
                    My left hand toyed a moment with her spent breast, and with
                     her nipple which was nearly 1/2 an inch long.  She started
                     to rub her crotch against my cock again, and I could only
                     imagine that her panties must be soaked.  I couldn't smell
                             her however due to the aroma of the milk.
                       As I started to quickly tongue the left breast, and tug
                       gently on the nipple of the right one, Vicki began to
                      intensify her movements.  Within a few moments her hands
                       left the back of the chair and wrapped around my neck
                       forcing my face hard against her breast.  Suddenly the
                    movements became a bucking, and she started to moan loudly,
                      an orgasm coming upon her.  I continued to suck but her
                      jerking became frantic and I lost her breast which then
                     sprayed my face with milk.

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  She continued to moan and rub
                                     her cunt against my cock.
                       The next thing I knew two breast were hitting me in the
                      face as she stood (while still straddling me) and leaned
                    forward.  A hand touched my crotch and traced its way up to
                    my zipper.  In seconds her hand was fishing through my open
                     fly, and soon pulled my throbbing cock out.  "Please," is
                                           all she said.
                          Why she was asking me, I don't know, for I really
                    didn't have a say in the matter.  Using her right hand, she
                    moved the crotch of her panties aside.  Using her left, she
                    grasped my cock and guided it against her hot, moist pussy.
                     I felt the lips of her cunt spread open, and then she sat
                          down, engulfing me it a very warm, velvety vice.
                                       "Oh God," I exclaimed.
                                 "Please," she repeated.  "Suck me."
                       I quickly found her breast again and continued to suck.
                       Now her movements were up and down on my cock, and she
                    continued to moan loudly.  I could clearly feel the lips of
                    her pussy around my shaft as she fucked me.  Within seconds
                       she had another orgasm and I followed immediately.  It
                     hadn't even taken 30 seconds from the time I entered her.
                    I came in her cunt for at least a minute while she thrashed
                               about, and while I continued to nurse.
                       Despite the incredible sensitivity in my cock, I stayed
                      in her and continued to suck.  She merely sat still and
                     breathed hard.  I could feel her heart beating through her
                  breasts and against my lips.  As this breast started to go dry,
                      she began moving up and down on my cock again, which had
                    never lost more than half of its erection.  Soon I was hard
                     again, and she was moaning.  Since the breast was now dry,
                    I moved back to the other one and began to lick the nipple.
                                   "Yes!"  She moaned.  "Lick me."
                         I continued to lick her, alternating from breast to
                                              breast.
                          "Fuck me Vicki, common, fuck me."  I said to her.
                              She increased her pace and moaned louder.
                                         "Yes....fuck...."
                        Noting that this talk seemed to turn her on, I tried
                     some more:  "Common Vicki, fuck me.  Ride my cock.  You're
                      fucking ME Vicki.  Do you like fucking my cock with your
                                               cunt?"
                        "Yes..." is all she could say.  Her head was back and
                    she was using all of her energy to move up and down.  "...I
                                                  
                                         ...want IT again 
                                                 ."
                       "You want to come on me again?  You want to come on my
                                               cock?"
                                               "Yes...
                                                 "
                       "Then grind you pussy against me.  Feel my cock in your
                                               cunt."
                         This took her over the edge and her hips moved in a
                    blur as she came on my cock again.  She was just too wet, so
                      I really couldn't feel her that well, and the speed was
                    wrong for me, so I didn't come with her.  Instead, I lifted
                      her up (still attached to my cock) and moved to the bed.
                         She went down back first, with me on top, her legs
                    straddling my waste.  I pulled out and took off my clothes,
                     then quickly removed her panties, leaving her in only the
                     mini skirt.  I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide
                       apart, then re-mounted her.  My cock sunk down to the
                      hilt, and I could clearly feel my balls against her ass.
                     She moaned still again.  I couldn't believe I was finally
                           fucking Vicki, and that she was so turned on.
                        In only a few more strokes I could tell that she was
                     fairly numb, so I changed my attack.  I pulled out of her
                     and moved up to straddle her chest.  Clearly perplexed she
                     looked at me with questioning eyes.  I reached down to her
                      gigantic tits and rapped them around my hard, wet cock.
                     After I began to fuck her cleavage, Vicki got the idea and
                       replaced my hands with hers.  My only regret is that I
                               couldn't see too well in the darkness.
                       Her tits were very firm.  I could feel every inch of my
                    cock sliding in and out between them.  Vicki actually moaned
                    slightly as she gave in to the illicit and unknown feelings
                     that she was having, and I could see that she was rubbing
                        her nipples with her index fingers while cupping her
                     breasts, pushing them together.  She also was grinding her
                      hips at the air, so I reached back and inserted a finger
                    into her cunt and found her clit with my thumb.  After only
                     a few more minutes of watching this, I came again, soaking
                    her neck.  While she didn't come again, she was too tired to
                                               care.
                       She got up to go to the bathroom dropping her skirt on
                           the floor.  I was asleep before she returned.
                        The next morning I awoke to find her beside me, still
                     asleep.  Dried milk covered part of my face and chest.  I
                    could hear a vacuum cleaner down the hall, and its sound had
                    slowly awoken me.  I turned to stare at Vicki.  The blanket
                    only covered her from the waste down, so for the first time
                     I looked upon her magnificent breasts in the light of the
                     morning sun.  She lay slightly on her side, facing me, so
                    that her right breast lay on the sheet, and her left breast
                      lay on the right one.  A man cupping both hands together
                     might be able to encompass one of them.  The skin was very
                    tight, almost artificially smooth, with purple veins barely
                     exposed thought the flesh.  The nipples were light brown,
                         almost pink, and now lay flat against the breast.
                       Her beautiful blond hair was sprawled upon the pillow,
                      and her lips slightly parted in a smile as she slept.  I
                         watched her for about a minute.  Her breathing did
                      incredible things to her breasts and I began to feel an
                                        erection once again.
                           I checked my watch and found it to be 10:15 am.
                     Neither of us had set an alarm.  We were already over two
                            hours late for the class - oh what the hell!
                       The sounds of the vacuum seemed to be coming closer, so
                     I quietly slipped out of bed and placed the DO NOT DISTURB
                      sign on the door, ignoring the complimentary Wall Street
                       Journal.  Opening the door made the vacuum sound even
                    louder, and the latch made a horrible click, but Vicki only
                       rolled onto her back and sighed.  Her tits gave in to
                            gravity and spread slightly to either side.
                        I crept back into bed and carefully covered her right
                     nipple with my mouth, barely touching her flesh.  Slowly I
                     worked my tongue across the nipple and began to build up a
                    suction.  Just as milk began to flow, Vicki awoke in a haze
                                         and moaned aloud.
                         I pulled my lips away for a second (getting sprayed
                      with milk from the built-up pressure), and said:  "Good
                                             morning."
                        She didn't even try to resist, she just began to moan
                     again.  As I continued to nurse, she started to squirm.  I
                      slowly used my right hand to brush her left breast, then
                   followed the curve of her body down into the sheets.  I moved
                     my hand over her stomach, past her bush (lightly touching
                    the hair), and began to rub her inner thighs.  By the time I
                     had emptied the right breast, she was violently moving her
                      hips, trying to bring her clit in contact with my hand.
                           As I started to roll her towards me, so that I
                     could reach her left breast, Vicki completed the roll and
                     landed on top of me.  I felt her hand grasp my cock again
                    as she inserted me into her soaking pussy.  This caused the
                     blankets to slide down her back and fall to my knees, and
                     for the first time I had a partial view of her brown bush
                     (well, I knew she wasn't really a light blond).  Her hand
                      continued to hold the base of my cock as she fucked me.
                       Her eyes were closed, her back was arched, and her tits
                      obscenely hung down in front of my face.  Using her free
                     hand, Vicki placed the left breast against my face without
                    opening her eyes.  Taking the hint, I sucked the nipple into
                     my mouth and was immediately rewarded with a flow of milk.
                       She leaned farther forward and placed her hand on the
                     headboard to hold herself up.  The other hand had moved to
                               my balls and was gently rubbing them.
                           Up until now, my hands had ahold of her waist,
                     but I slowly moved them down to her gorgeous ass and used
                    them to accelerate her movement.  This seemed to really turn
                    her on, so I slowly slid a finger down the crack of her ass
                       until I touched her hole.  The gasp was noticeable.  I
                    moved my finger on down to where my cock plunged in and out
                 of her.  I traced her pussy lips with my finger, and then touched
                   my shaft which was covered with her juices.  Now wet, I slowly
                inserted the tip of my finger into her ass as I continued to suck on
                                              her tit.
                        It sort of shocked me, but Vicki pressed hard against
                      my finger, pressing it deep into her rectum, at the same
                        moment taking my cock extra deep into her cunt.  She
                   screamed aloud, shook slightly, and collapsed on top of me in
                      orgasm, her breast somehow staying in my mouth.  I then
                    started to come, filling her again with my load.  She sighed
                       loudly in pleasure as I slid my finger out of her ass.
                        As our orgasms wound down, I continued to nurse until
                      her breast was empty.  For the first time, she kissed me
                    directly on the mouth, tasting her own milk.  We kissed like
                      this for nearly five minutes.  As long as I live I will
                      never forget the feeling of her tongue against mine, her
                     breasts pressing into my chest, and my cock in her pussy,
                      growing stiff once again.  She moved her hips slightly,
                         acknowledging the developing erection within her.
                        Moving like a cat, Vicki kissed down my chin, over my
                    chest (sliding off of my shaft), and down to my stomach, her
                     breasts tracing a path until they came in contact with my
                       come-covered cock.  Without even hesitating, my sweet
                     innocent Vicki engulfed my cock, eagerly devouring her own
                     cunt juices and my come.  Those beautiful lips slid slowly
                    up my shaft until just the tip of the head was exposed, and
                      then she would slide my cock back into her mouth.  After
                     continuing this for about five minutes, I was as hard as I
                      had ever been.  She then took my cock from her mouth and
                    began to lick up and down the shaft like it was an ice cream
                      stick, her tongue lingering on the head.  She would then
                     trace the entire length down to my balls, and even slipped
                    one of them into her mouth.  I was going to come quite soon.
                          Sensing this, Vicki began to suck my cock again,
                    furiously licking at the shaft.  Staring down at her bobbing
                    head, swaying breasts, and overall nakedness, I shot another
                    load into her mouth.  I couldn't have had much come left at
                     this point, but what there was she quickly swallowed.  My
                     cock was incredibly sensitive this time, and I had to make
                                             her stop.
                        "I can't believe you've made me come four times this
                    quickly Vicki.  I've never been this turned on in my life."
                          She smiled, obviously proud of herself.  "I can't
                    believe you made me come so many times either," she replied.
                                 "I guess we're gonna miss class."
                                   I laughed.  "It looks like it."
                       We then moved to the shower, both too sexual exhausted
                          even for any groping.  All we did was kiss.  And
                     passionately we kissed (especially for two people who had
                                   not yet brushed their teeth).
                       I had to dress to go back to my room, and found that my
                     shirt was covered with dry milk, and that the area around
                       the fly in my jeans was covered with dried cunt juice.
                     However, in the few steps back to my room, no one noticed.
                      I retrieved my paper and put up the DO NOT DISTURB sign.
                        My room had not yet been done up by the maid.  It was
                     then that I realized that the maid would know that we were
                   checking out today, and would wait to do our rooms until after
                        we left.  The DO NOT DISTURB signs were most likely
                       meaningless.  Oh well, better safe than walked in on.
                        By 11:30 we had dressed and checked out of the motel.
                     I had done the best I could to clean my shirt and jeans so
                     that Amy would not notice the stains when I returned home.
                    I usually did my own laundry anyway, so this would probably
                                         not be a problem.
                       Once I had loaded the luggage into the trunk, we got in
                       the car and kissed across the console.  I realized how
                    carefree we could be while in another city.  "I thought you
                             didn't like me in a sexual manner, Vicki."
                          She smiled and looked away.  "I thought I didn't
                          either.  But last night I realized that I'm..."
                                         "That you're what?"
                           She turned back and the tears started to flow.
                       "That I'm in love with you."  With that she started to
                                                cry.
                         I chuckled and tried to hold her, the console again
                    getting in the way.  "I've known that I was in love with you
                            too for quite a while.  Why are you crying?"
                                "I've cheated on Rick..."  More sobs.
                        I was quiet for a while, realizing that the guilt was
                       hitting her.  "Vicki.  While we're together, our love
                      creates a universe just for you and me.  We're not quite
                     like lovers, we're not quite like brother and sister, and
                     we're not quite like friends.  We have something different
                       now, something good and special.  In no way should it
                     interfere with our other relationships.  It's just between
                     you and me.  My love for you does not in any way lessen my
                      love for Amy.  Likewise, when you go home, what happened
                     here has nothing to do with Rick anymore than it has to do
                                      with your aunt Martha."
                        Her crying stopped and she laughed.  "I don't have an
                                           aunt Martha."
                                          "An uncle Bill?"
                                             She nodded.
                        "Okay, ...any more than it has to do with your uncle
                                               Bill."
                        Within a little while she was happy again, and we got
                       through lunch without too much trouble.  We then drove
                    around some more until time to check in at the airport.  We
                    talked about everything, except our night together.  We even
                       bought her a new breast pump, which she ended up using
                              around 5:30 than evening at the airport.
                               "I could do that you know," I offered.
                       "I know."  She actually smiled.  "But I think I'll use
                          the bathroom, and you're not allowed in there."
                                            "Okay, fine."
                       The flight back was uneventful and we returned to work
                    the next day.  She explained that the night had gone really
                      well.  The only thing that she felt guilty about was not
                    feeling guilty.  Over a private lunch at a Wendy's we talked
                                             about it.
                          "I had no problem."  She told me.  "I guess your
                         private universe speech made some kind of sense."
                       "Good, I didn't want you spilling your guts and having
                        Rick tear me apart," which was definitely within his
                                           capabilities.
                       "Well, if you remember," her voice was a whisper, "I'm
                        the one who made all of the advances."  She blushed
                                             furiously.
                           "Yes.  I remember.  But I did come up with the
                             suggestion of substituting for your pump."
                        In a Spock-like look she replied:  "The only logical
                       solution."  She turned her head slightly and raised an
                     eyebrow.  Leaning forward, she whispered again:  "Besides,
                      when you suggested it, I was so turned on I could hardly
                      think straight.  I don't know why, but something snapped
                                   inside of me at that moment."
                              "Yes, and I snapped inside of you later."
                                         She blushed again.
                        When we got to the car, on impulse I pulled her to me
                  and kissed her hard.  In seconds we were all over each other.  I
                      began to massage her breasts, and shortly her blouse had
                                   rings of milk forming on them
                       "I've soaked through the pads," she said.  "You'll have
                               to drop by my house so I can change."
                                 "No problem."  I smiled to myself.
                         She noticed the smile and replied:  "And nothing is
                          going to happen.  We have to get back to work."
                                      "No problem," I repeated.
                       After we reached her house and stepped inside, I turned
                    her to me and kissed her again.  She didn't even pretend to
                     resist.  As I frenched her, I slowly undid the buttons on
                    her blouse and was soon removing her bra.  I then placed my
                      hand in the center of her back and forced her backwards,
                       arching her back.  This thrust her tits upward, and I
                      quickly sucked the right one into my mouth.  I began to
                                     drink her milk once again.
                       Soon we moved to the couch and I continued to drain her
                     breast while kneeling before her as she sat on the edge of
                    the cushion.  Meanwhile, my fingers rubbed the crotch of her
                     slacks as she moved against my hand.  When the breast was
                     empty, I unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them off of her,
                    taking her panties, shoes and socks with them.  I spread her
                    legs wide, and for the first time looked at her gaping cunt
                      in daylight.  The lips were still closed, but the juice
                      running from them was evident.  As I attacked the other
                     breast, my fingers went to work, starting from her ankles
                                      and moving up her legs.
                       As I reached her crotch, Vicki began to moan again.  I
                      slowly opened her lips and inserted two fingers into her
                       cunt.  I continued to work them in and out for the ten
                     minutes it took me to drain her breast.  By this time she
                                       was nearing an orgasm.
                       Kissing down her stomach, I moved my lips to her clit.
                     You would have thought that I shot her the way she jumped.
                    Within seconds her fingers were in my hair, and she pressed
                     my mouth hard against her cunt.  I removed my fingers and
                    replaced them with my tongue, sliding it as far up her juicy
                     pussy as I could.  I sucked her clit, licked her cunt, and
                    moved down to tongue her ass.  All of these actions had her
                             bouncing up and down on the couch cushion.
                       My fingers were completely soaked, and they had nothing
                        better to do, so I inserted my index finger into her
                    asshole.  This really got her bucking, so I invader her with
                    both fingers.   She forced herself up and down, fucking her
                    ass with my fingers.  This kept my tongue moving from cunt-
                     lips to clit.  In only a matter of seconds she came again.
                         I was so incredibly turned on by this point that I
                     practically ripped my clothes off.  Lying before me was an
                      incredible blond still grinding her hips in post-orgasm.
                   Her hair was tossed wildly on the back of the couch, and those
                     giant tits swayed erotically from her movement.  Her legs
                   were spread wide apart, and her cunt was gaping open.  Juices
                          and saliva ran down to the crack of her ass.  My
                     cock was rock hard and she spread her legs wider when she
                        saw it.  I have never seen such a look of hunger on
                         someone's face.  I'm sure that mine mirrored hers.
                       I again knelt before her and slid my cock deep into her
                    cunt.  I could clearly see her lips spread to take my shaft,
                      and I felt the tightness of her hole.  As I withdrew my
                    length, I could see her pussy lips cling to my juice-covered
                                               cock.
                             "Look Vicki, look and see me fucking you."
                       Her eyes came open and she looked down to where we were
                          connected.  "Look at my cock fucking your cunt."
                          She began to moan with each thrust, but her eyes
                     remained riveted to my shaft.  Realizing that her vantage
                       point did not actually let her see the penetration, I
                       slipped my hands under her knees and lifted her legs,
                    forcing her cunt higher, and causing her breasts to roll up
                     and down with each thrust.  She now had a pretty good view
                      of my cock pistoning in and out.  "Touch my cock Vicki.
                                   Feel how much juice is on it."
                       Vicki lowered her hand to my cock and used her fingers
                     to trace from my pubic hair, down my wet cock, and to her
                         clit.  Without any coaxing, she began to furiously
                                masturbate, rubbing her clit wildly.
                          "That's it, play with your cunt."  I was sweating
                    bullets by now.  My cock was incredibly hard, but I had come
                     so much in the last two days that I knew I could hold out
                             for a while.  "Come on, finger your cunt."
                       Vicki's only reply was with moans.  I pushed her knees
                       back towards her shoulders even further, allowing even
                     deeper penetration.  At the same time, her ass was brought
                    higher in the air, and I again inserted my fingers into her
                       backdoor.  As I fucked her pussy, I wiggled my fingers
                       Just as she was about ready to come her chest began to
                    flush.  Recognizing this sign, I pulled out of her, fingers
                      and cock.  Her eyes went wide in panic, and her fingers
                    stopped moving on her clit.  However, before she could form
                    a question, I slid the entire length of my cock up her cunt-
                      juice lubricated ass.  The tightness was incredible, but
                      there was so much come on my cock that I went in to the
                                               hilt.
                        For a second I thought that she was going to get mad,
                     but as I began to pump in her asshole, she started to move
                      her fingers once again.  "What are you doing?" she asked
                                            innocently.
                       "I'm fucking you in the ass Vicki.  Use your other hand
                                    to play with your cunt too."
                         Her right hand worked over her clit, while her left
                     moved down to her gaping pussy.  Soon she had two fingers
                    plunging deep inside.  This action brought her arms against
                      her body, forcing her tits together, making them appear
                     larger than ever before.  If this were not enough, she now
                            arched her spine, head back and eyes closed.
                            "Oh God," she moaned.  "Please fuck my ass."
                      Finally she had said something really crude; words which
                 I never thought to hear from Vicki.  But then I never expected to
                     see this lust on her face, those huge tits swaying wildly
                     with my thrusts, her fingers all over her cunt, or my cock
                                 thrusting in and out of her anus.
                                 "Do you like my cock in your ass?"
                                       "Yes, please fuck me."
                                       "Fuck you in the ass?"
                                         "Yes, fuck my ass."
                             "Have you been fucked in your ass before?"
                       "No...fuck...ass."  She started to breath really heavy.
                      The thought of what she was doing was driving her nuts.
                         "Then I'm the first man to fuck your asshole?"  She
                       nodded, eyes still closed.  "And you like playing with
                     yourself, showing me how naughty you are.  Fingers deep in
                                             you cunt."
                       "Yes,"  She pulled her left fingers from her cunt, and
                     spread the lips open.  "Look at my cunt," she ordered, and
                     then slowly slid the fingers from her right hand into the
                    gaping hole.  "Look at me finger myself."  And with that she
                                               came.
                       Her orgasm built slowly.  Muscles started to twitch in
                     her thighs, and her back arched even further to where her
                    entire weight was supported by my hands on her legs, and the
                    top of her head against the couch.  This drove my cock into
                    her ass to the hilt, and it was only seconds before I would
                                             come too.
                       "My cock is going to come inside your ass Vicki."  As I
                     said this, her orgasm reached full force.  My come erupted
                       into her rectum and her whole body shook as though in
                                              seizure.
                               "I'm coming in your asshole," I moaned.
                                            She screamed.
                           I fell back onto the floor on my butt, panting
                            frantically, dropping Vicki onto the couch.
                         Several minutes later we came down from the feeling
                     enough to speak.  "Why is it so good?"  she asked between
                                              breaths.
                       "Because we're not suppose to be doing it," I replied.
                                  "It's illicit and you love it."
                        "And I love you.  I can't believe I let you do that,"
                       she said referring to her introduction to ass fucking.
                          "If it upset you I won't do it again."  I smiled.
                                            "We'll see."
                           And so we have.  Vicki and I have continued our
                      "nooners" every Tuesday and Thursday since the trip.  I
                          don't know where this will lead, but for now our
                    relationship has only gotten stronger.  Neither of us has a
                        desire to leave our spouses.   One of our remaining
                     goals is to fuck at work, which would be very difficult to
                     arrange, and could definitely land us in the unemployment
                     line.  But we're thinking up schemes.  I'll let you know.
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