In the quiet, sun-dappled neighborhood of Meadowgrove, the scent of freshly cut grass was as ubiquitous as the hum of lawnmowers. She was a creature of habit, known for her daily routines and warm smiles. But Isolde harbored a secret, one that had begun to blossom alongside her newly lactating breasts.
It had started innocuously enough. A glance across the fence at her neighbor, Thorin, as he worked in his garden. He was a man of substantial proportions, his muscles honed from years of manual labor, and his hands were as massive as him. Isolde found herself drawn to him, her eyes lingering on his broad chest, his thick thighs, and the bulge in his pants that seemed to grow under her gaze.
Isolde’s fascination with Thorin had begun before her milk came in, but it was only after her breasts began to swell and ache that her desires took a taboo turn. She yearned to be used by him, to have his rough hands on her tender flesh, to feel his mouth suckling at her breasts. She wanted to be hmilkmaidaid, to provide him with the sweet, creamy sustenance that her body produced in abundance.
One sunny afternoon, as Thorin worked in his garden, Isolde decided to act on her desires. She wore a simple sundress, the fabric thin enough to reveal the curves of her heavy breasts. She sauntered over to the fence, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Thorin,” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. He turned to look at her, his eyes shielded by dark sunglasses.
“Isolde,” he acknowledged, a slight sming on his lips. “What can I do for you?”
She hesitated, her nerves threatening to get the better of her. But the ache in her breasts, the warmth pooling between her thighs, spurred her on. “I… I need help with something,” she stammered. “It’s rather… personal.”
Thorin raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
“I’m lactating,” she blurted out, her cheeks flushing pink. “And I… I need help. With the milk.”
Thorin was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he removed his sunglasses, revealing eyes that burned with an intensity that made Isolde’s breath hitch. “What exactly are you asking for, Isolde?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“I want you to… to use me,” she whispered, her nipples hardening at the mere thought. “Asmilkmaidaid. I want you to suckle from me, to take my milk.”
Thorin’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her breasts, where the hardened nipples were visible through the thin fabric. He set down his gardening tools and approached the fence, his movements deliberate and predatory. “You want me to suck your tits, Isolde?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You want me to wrap my lips around your nipples and suck your milk?”
Isolde whimpered, her body throbbing with need. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
Thorin reached out, his massive hand cupping her breast through the fabric. Isol Isolde gasped at the sensation, her body arching into his touch. Thorin’s thumb brushed over her nipple, eliciting a moan from deep within her. “Come over here,” he commanded, his voice gruff with desire. “Come to my side of the fence, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Isolde complied, her legs shaking as she went to his garden. Thorin took her hand and led her into his house, his firming. Once inside, he turned to her, his eyes filled with a hunger that made her heart race.
“Show me,” he said, his voice rough. “Show me your tits, Isolde.”
With trembling hands, she slid the straps of her sundress down, revealing her swollen, milk-laden breasts. Thorin’s eyes widened at the sight, his breath hissing through his teeth. “Fuck, Isolde,” he groaned. “You’re dripping.”
Indeed, she was. Her nipples were leaking, the milk trickling down her breasts in rivulets. Thorin reached out, his calloused thumb catching a droplet. He brought it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste it. His eyes closed briefly, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
“Sweet,” he murmured. “So fucking sweet.”
He leaned down, his massive hands cupping her breasts, lifting them as if offering them to his mouth. His tongue swirled around one nipple, lapping at the milk, before his lips closed around it, sucking gently. Isolde cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Thorin suckled at her breast, his mouth working her nipple with an expert finesse that left her gasping. He switched to the other breast, his hands kneading and massaging, coaxing more milk from her. Isolde could feel the warmth pooling between her thighs, her body aching for more than just his mouth on her breasts.
As if sensing her need, Thorin’s hand slipped beneath her dress, his fingers brushing against her soaked panties. He groaned against her nipple, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. “You’re soaked, Isolde,” he murmured, his fingers pushing aside the fabric and sliding into her slick folds.
Isolde moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. Thorin’s fingers moved expertly, circling her clit, dipping into her entrance, all while his mouth continued to suckle at her breasts. She could feel her body tightening, the pressure building within her as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Her orgasm hit her with a force that left her crying out, her body convulsing around his fingers. Thorin drank deeply from her breasts, his mouth working her nipples with a fervor that drew out her pleasure, leaving her a panting, shivering mess in his arms.
But Thorin wasn’t done with it, far from it. He straightened, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “I want to fuck you, Isolde,” he growled. “I want to bend you over and fill you with my cock while I suck the milk from your tits.”
Isolde whimpered, her body already responding to his words. Thorin led her to the couch, bending her over the armrest so that her breasts hung down, ready for his mouth. He stood behind her, his hands caressing her curves, sliding down her body until they reached the hem of her dress. He flipped it up, exposing her bare, glistening pussy to his gaze. “Fuck, Isolde,” he groaned, his hands gripping her ass, kneading the soft flesh. “You’re dripping wet.”
Isolde looked back at him, her eyes filled with lust and need. “Please, Thorin,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
Thorin didn’t need any more encouragement. He quickly unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and long, the head glistening with precum. Isolde’s eyes widened at the sight, her mouth watering at the thought of taking him inside her.
Thorin rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness. Isolde moaned, her hips pushing back against him, eager to take him inside. He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Patience, Isolde,” he murmured. “I want to take my time with you.”
He slid the head of his cock into her, inch by inch, stretching her willingly. Isolde gasped, her body adjusting to his size, her pussy clenching around him. Thorin groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “So fucking tight.”
He began to move, his hips thrusting against her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy. Isolde moaned, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with a desperate need. Thorin’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing her and ss, caressing her back, before finally finding their way to her breasts.
He leaned over her, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking and licking as he continued to fuck her. Isolde cried out, the sensation of his mouth on her breasts and his cock in her pussy overwhelming her senses. She could feel her body tightening, the pressure building within her as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Thorin’s hands gripped her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he fucked her harder, his hips slamming against her. Isolde moaned, her body convulsing around him as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock.
Thorin groaned, his body tensing as he found his release, his cock pulsing deep within her. He sucked hard on her nipple, drawing out her pleasure, his mouth working her breast as his cock filled her with his seed.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then Thorin straightened, his cock sliding out of her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. But he wasn’t done with her, fa,r Far from it.
He turned her around, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. “I want to see you,” he murmured. “I want to watch as you come for me.”
He sat down on the couch, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined juices. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him, her pussy poised above his cock. Isolde looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire.
“Ride me, Is .olde. She sowed onto him, her body taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within her. Thorin groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked onto her breasts. “Fuck, Isolde,” he growled. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
Isolde began to move, her hips rolling and grinding against him, her breasts bouncing gently with each movement. Thorin’s hands left her hips, traveling up to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Milk beaded at the tips, and Thorin leaned forward, his tongue lapping at the sweet liquid.
Isolde moaned, her body responding to the sensation, her pussy clenching around his cock. Thorin chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured. “You like it when I suck your milk while you ride my cock.”
Isolde whimpered, her body moving faster, her breasts bouncing more vigorously. Thorin’s mouth closed around one nipple, sucking hard, his tongue working the sensitive bud. His hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Isolde cried out, her body convulsing around him as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Thorin groaned, his body tensing as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep within her. He sucked hard on her nipple, his mouth working her breast as his cock filled her with his seed.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. But Thorin’s hunger for her was far from sated. He lifted her off him, his cock slipping out of her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. But before she could protest, he had turned her around, positioning her on her hands and knees on the couch.
He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock poised at her entrance. Isolde looked back at him, her eyes filled with lust and need. “Please, Thorin,” she begged. “I need you inside me again.”
Thorin groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deep into her pussy. Isolde moaned, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with a desperate need. Thorin’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing her and caressing her back before finally finding their way to her breasts.
He leaned over her, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking and licking as he continued to fuck her. Isolde cried out, the sensation of his mouth on her breasts and his cock in her pussy overwhelming her senses. She could feel her body tightening, the pressure building within her as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Thorin’s hands gripped her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he fucked her harder, his hips slamming against her. Isolde moaned, her body convulsing around him as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock.
But Thorin didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, his mouth working her breasts. Isolde moaned, her body aching with pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the relentless assault.
Thorin’s hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her cli. His fingers circled the sensitive bud, rubbing and pressing in rhythm with his thrusts. Isolde gasped, her body jolting with each touch, each thrust, each suckle at her breasts. The sensations were all-consuming, a symphony of pleasure that played on every nerve, every fiber of her being.
“Thorin…” she panted, her voice a breathless whisper. “It’s too much… I can’t…”
He growled against her breast, his voice a low, feral sound. “You can, Isolde. You will. You’re going to come for me again. You’re going to come until your body is wrung dry until every last drop of milk is mine.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of lust and surrender coursing through her veins. She was his to command, his to use, his to pleasure. She submitted to his touch, her body moving in sync with his, their rhym a dance of primal need.
Thorin’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his fingers on her clit more insistent. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, sucking, licking, biting gently, drawing out her milk and her moans in equal measure. Isolde could feel the pressure building again, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Her orgasm hit her with a force that left her screaming, her body convulsing wildly around him. Thorin groaned, his body tensing as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep within her. He sucked hard on her nipple, his mouth drawing out her pleasure, his cock filling her with his seed.
But even as her body shook with the intensity of her release, Thorin didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her sensitive pussy, his mouth and hands working her breasts, drawing out more milk, more pleasure.
Isolde was a panting, shivering mess, her body aching with sensation, her mind overwhelmed by the relentless assault. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Thorin’s hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing and pressing in rhythm with his thrusts. Isolde moaned, her body jolting with each touch, each thrust, each suckle at her breasts. She was close, so close…
And then she was there, her body convulsing around him as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Thorin groaned, his body tensing as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep within her.
This time, when her body finally stopped shaking, Thorin slowed his pace. He let her rest. Her pussy was sensitive and swollen, and she knew without a doubt that he would have his way with her again. Thorin gently rubbed her back, his touch soothing, his voice a low murmur in her ear. “You’re incredible, Isolde. Your body, your milk… you’re fucking perfect.”
Isolde smiled weakly, her body exhausted but sated. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Thorin chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Don’t thank me yet, Isolde. We’re not done. Not by a long shot.”
To Be Continued…