Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Please Milk Me #1

It was only supposed to be for three weeks but now he was wishing the commitment was for longer, so much longer.

What she was doing felt so wonderful and he knew he was getting close. He also knew that she knew.

She had to be able to feel his nutsack tighten up in anticipation but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to go over the edge until he said it again.

Why did she insist on hearing it?

On hearing those exact words?

Todd raised his hips and started to thrust into her grasping hands. He loved the way they looked wrapped around his stiffness and the way the blood red fingernail polish contrasted with his pale stalk.

She loosened her grip in response to his thrusting and the frustration was palpable as he was so tantalizingly close. He wanted to grasp his manhood himself and finish the job but knew it would be so much better with the possibility of greater delights if he only played along with her little game.

"No no, not yet you naughty boy."

"Please Mrs Jensen! I'm so close. Please!"

She squeezed his shaft anew and he lowered his bare ass once again to the straw floor in the barn.

The cows were quiet except for the chewing sounds they made while munching the hay bales.

They were contented after having been milked earlier by Todd.

Now Todd needed to be drained, needed to be milked.

Inga ran a thumb over his straining mushroom helmet, coating it with the precum that was flowing so freely now.

"My my! Your balls feel so full. So full of cream."

"They are full. I'm going to burst Mrs Jensen. Please do it!"

"Please do what?"

"You know what."

"I'm not sure I do."

Inger said this while she was exactly sure what he wanted her to do.

She wasn't going to satisfy him however until he said what she needed to hear. What she had missed hearing for almost four years.

a few weeks before he went off to college she wasn't sure she would ever hear it again. Now she was going to hear it, and

July:

Inger Jensen had accepted an invitation to

this time was Inger having run into Lois Walkers young son Todd at

her load her pickup truck and had smiled at her in a way that made

had also made her pussy

help

man. They are not really heavy but I hate to

"No problem Mrs Jensen."

but do I know you? Forgive

From the

the summer now before I set out on my own." "Oh my goodness! I would never

a little more when the blond widow

Lars was very strong too, like

expression grew sad for a moment at

Lars Mrs Jensen. My mom phoned me when it happened. He was the big brother

You are right about this one though. It was stupid and it cost me my boy. Enough sad talk. Are you going to be home

the summer. Then I go off

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just

smart. Make

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be coming for tea this afternoon Todd, will

the farm

Of course. How many other Mrs Jensens

But I thought she had always said no to

you asked

August 1971: Nebraska

Story Artist From (xsofiax.org)

the sink where she had been washing dishes and addressed

you would be joining us if she

else to

it off as a casual question but I could tell that your presence was important

load her truck. We talked about Lars for

She has been so lonely and withdrawn since he's

actually since he went

"So young. Too young."

of him for her. She probably wants to talk some more about him. It will do her good. She has

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the most exquisite torture