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Denise goes Skiing 2/2
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DENISE GOES SKIING 2/2
Denise followed me to my condominium complex, pulled a large duffel bag
from her car, and followed my up the stairs to my condo. I mentioned that
the complex had a Jacuzzi, and she said she'd like to go in, and went into
the bathroom to change. As I changed into my own swimsuit and got towel,
I pinched myself to make sure this was really happening.
Minutes later Denise emerged wearing an oversized sweatshirt which hung
down to mid-thigh. Her creamy white legs were muscular without being too
large or showing too much definition, and her breasts looked full and high
under the loose sweatshirt.
When we got to the Jacuzzi room and she peeled off the sweatshirt, I was
almost taken aghast. She wore an orange bikini high cut on her round
hips. She had one of those asses that protrudes to the rear, and it
appeared to be muscular and firm. Her waist was very narrow and breasts
were larger than any I'd seen on a woman as slender as she, except for a
video in which the woman obviously had augmentation surgery. They were
also held rather high in the bikini top she wore.
She seemed to like what she saw when I took me shirt off too, because as
soon as we settled into the bubbling hot water, we were soon in each
other's arms kissing deeply. I had never been kissed the way this woman
kissed, her tongue probed deeply into my mouth as I could hear her deep
breathing over the sound of the bubbles.
We came up for air, and I started working on her neck and earlobes. She
leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Dave, are you a milk drinker?"
At the time, I didn't know what she was getting at, but I played along
anyway. "Sure, nothing like a warm glass of milk before bedtime."
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, giving me great access to
nibble her neck some more. About a minute later she climbed up on the
bench, straddling my hips with her knees and putting her boobs in my face.
With one hand she pulled the bikini top on her left breast aside. Her
areole was peach colored and bulged out like a small breast mounted on a
large breast. The nipple itself was maybe 3/4" long and about a half inch
thick.
I started licking around the edges of this fleshy treat, right where it
started protruding from the rest of the breast. She than started cooing,
"No! Suck it suck it suck it." Obliging her request, I pulled her big
nipple into my mouth, feeling her back arch in my arms and her nipple
growing even larger against my tongue.
I wasn't long before felt a sweet taste in my mouth. I swallowed and
sucked again. This time my mouth filled up with a warm, sweet tasting
liquid. I had never tasted human milk before - at least not in the past
25 years - but it turned me on immensely. I felt like I could come, but I
didn't want to do it in my swimsuit. I stopped suck her tit her told her
I wanted to go inside her. She gave me some room to pull my swimsuit to
my knees, then she reached down to pull the fabric of her bikini aside.
Then she did a most bizarre thing. Instead of grabbing my cock with her
hand and guiding into her pussy, she sat down in my lap with her knees
near my armpits and her hands on shoulders. Her pussy seemed to grab my
cock all by itself and pull it in. I wouldn't have believed it, except
that I could see both arms next to my face.
"How did you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"You know what. You pulled me inside you with no hands."
"That's body discipline, darling."
"What's that?"
"Don't ask questions right now darling, just relax and enjoy it."
No sooner did she say that when she started gently moving her hips back
and forth. Her vagina tightly squeezed my prick each time she moved, then
she would totally relax her grip. I came powerfully, my moans of pleasure
echoing through the room with the Jacuzzi noise.
As my orgasm subsided, the Jacuzzi went silent and the water stilled as we
held each other.
Then the door opened.
"Ahh! I hope we're not interrupting anything." The voice belonged to
neighbor Brenda. She and her husband Stan had come to use the Jacuzzi.
"That's OK, we were just about to get out," I said.
As we toweled off and put on our sweatshirts, Brenda gave us dirty looks.
Brenda is one of those insecure women who takes it out on her husband by
accusing him of checking out other women. And according to Stan, the
better looking she is, the more flack he catches.
I felt sorry for Stan. Between Denise's spectacular figure and the
freshly-fucked glow about her, I knew Stan would really catch hell
tonight.
***
When we returned to my condo I asked her about the "body discipline" she
referred to. She told me she had practiced a type of yoga since she was
a teenager. Not only did this explain the extraordinary control of her
vaginal muscles, it also allowed her to lactate at will though she had
never given birth, and do many other things as well. "I can even make my
boobs even bigger if I want," she said.
"No, you're shittin' me!" I replied.
"I'm serious! Have I lied to you yet?" she answered as she removed the
terry cloth robe I had given her. Her breasts were already huge and stood
out firmly from her slender frame. They also filled out her bikini top
perfectly.
"How much larger can you make them?" I said unbelievingly.
"Normally I wear a 34-DD bra," she said. "There're hard enough to find in
this size. Anything bigger is custom made and really expensive, so I keep
them at this size, although I can expand them two sizes bigger, up to an
FF."
"No silicone?" I answered incredulously. "How is that possible?"
"Its hard to explain," she said. "Let's just say I visualize them getting
bigger. I see the blood vessels expanding and my breasts filling up with
milk. I close my eyes and see them swelling up with blood and milk and
expanding out from my chest. Then it happens. Do you want to see?"
Although I had come only 10 minutes earlier, this unlikely line of
conversation was getting me hard again. "Sure, let's see it."
"OK, could you get me a class of water? Giving milk makes me thirsty.
If you having something else you need to do, go ahead. This is going to
take a little while."
I went to the kitchen and filled a tall glass of water for her, and a run
& coke for myself. I went out and set her water down on the coffee table
in front of her. She was sitting back on the couch with her head back
taking slow deep breaths. Her tits looked damn good, especially as she
inhaled, but they still looked the same size too me.
Nevertheless, I now had a chance to change the sheets on my bed. After
all, I didn't know when I left for the bar earlier that I would have such
a extraordinary female guest over.
I changed the sheets and the pillowcases, picked up some clothes off the
floor and did some other tidying up. When I walked back into the living
room I could barely believe what I saw. Denise's bikini top no longer
fit! Instead, her breasts bulged out from the tops and sides of the cups.
I sat down next to her and asked her if she was comfortable. She
whispered, "No.." and leaned forward and turned, showing me the knot
behind her back holding the bikini on. I undid the knot and pulled the
bikini away, exposing her expanded boobs. She picked up my hands and
started rubbing them gently across her expansive breasts. I got the
idea, and her hands dropped again to her sides as my fingers lightly
brushed big circles across her massive mammories.
Her breasts continues to gradually swell even bigger. Her nipples grew to
more than an inch in length and began to drip milk. I bent my head over
and began to drink her milk.
"No... lets save it," she moaned. Taking my hand, she led me into my
bedroom. She asked me if I had any spare towels. I opened up the closet
where they are stored and she pulled out the entire stack and spread them
out on my bed.
I now had my swim trunks off and was sitting on the edge of the bed with
my dick pointed at the ceiling. Kneeling down, she took my already-hard
pole in her hand. Using her free hand she grabbed a breast and started
squirting milk on my dick. It felt incredibly good when she rubbed her
big nipple up and down my shaft, bathing it in her warm white milk. Then
she stuck out her tongue and started like her milk off my member. I'll be
damned but she had the longest tongue I had ever seen! She could stick it
several inches out of her mouth and wrap it more than halfway around my
cock! What a mind blower? I guess a woman who can make her tits bigger
can make her tongue longer too!
Before long she was taking my penis into her mouth. Now I had been
deep-throated before but never like this. With the head of my dick peep
into her gullet I could feel her throat muscles contracting around and
squeezing my dick. The feeling was indescribable. I could see her throat
muscles moving under her skin and realized what I was feeling was a
"controlled gag." Her eyes were still closed and she appeared to be very
much in control of what she was doing.
She took her mouth from around my dick and wrapped her dripping tits
around my pole. Lubricated by saliva and milk, she rubbed her enormous
mounds up and down. Her squeezing caused her breasts to squirt milk all
over my stomach, chest and face.
When I was on the verge of coming she got up and dropped a huge breast in
my face, directing a dribbling nipple at waiting lips. My mouth soon
filled up with her milk and overflowed down my neck and into the towel
under my head.
I reached between her legs and gently rubbed her slit. My finger touched
the opening to her vagina, and it was immediately sucked up into it, as if
her pussy were a mouth. She held my finger tight for a moment, then her
pussy seemed to push it out again. When I rubbed her clit, she started
moaning and her long fat nipples erupted without her breasts being
squeezed, soaking my face and hair in milk.
"I want you inside me now," she moaned and straddled my hips. Again, my
cock seemed to be sucked up her pussy -- no hands!
Her breasts were still huge and milk was still dripping from them. As she
rode me, her powerful vagina grabbed my dick tightly enough to lift my
butt off the bed, then she relaxed them enough for me to slide back in
like a knife through butter. As she came, she arched her back, both
nipples spraying milk in a dozen arcs over my head and onto the wall
behind my bed.
The spasmodic grabbing of her pussy made me come too, for the second time
that evening. She collapsed against my chest for a minute before
recovering enough to help me remove the milk-soaked towels from the bed
and dry ourselves off with the remaining dry one.
We cuddled under the sheets, our post-orgasmic reverie soon turning to
sleep.
***
There you have it. She didn't lie to me, it was the most incredible sex I
ever had. My only regret was that I had to work next day so I didn't have
time for a repeat performance in the morning, although she did produce
enough milk for two bowls of cereal plus coffee after I discovered that
the milk I bought at the market this week had gone sour. I left to open
up the mountain, leaving her to get an extra hour's shut-eye before she
was to go back up to the slopes herself.
I only saw her one more time, when she waved at me from the lift while I
was on the snow giving directions to a couple of beginners looking for the
easiest way down. When I returned home, there was a note on the
refrigerator which read,
"Dear Brad, I heard that the storm went through Colorado and dumped a few
feet of powder there as well, so I'm on my way to Aspen for more skiing
and to visit a special friend there. I had a blast here, both on the snow
and with you last night. Thanks for everything, and next time I'm here
I'll give you a call. Love, Denise"
A special friend in Aspen, huh? If he's as lucky as I, then he's a damn
lucky guy too,.
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