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.

few weeks before he went off to college she wasn't sure she would ever hear it again.

July:

meeting was auspicious. Inger Jensen had accepted an invitation to tea from Lois Walker after having put

was Inger having run into Lois Walkers

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

her pussy moisten in an

help you with

not really heavy but I hate to discourage

"No problem Mrs Jensen."

but do I know you? Forgive me

From the farm next

stared at him without recognition he continued, "I've been staying with my grandparents for the past eight years. I'm back for the summer now before

this Todd blushed a little and then a little more when the blond widow squeezed his

very strong too, like

grew sad for a

Mrs Jensen. My mom phoned me when it happened. He was the big brother I never had. War is

right about this one though. It was stupid and it cost me my boy.

for the summer. Then I go off

The next chapter

smart. Make your

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tea this

from the farm next to

other Mrs

to you when you had asked. Why would she

you asked this

August 1971: Nebraska

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washing dishes and addressed her son sitting at the

and asked if you would be joining us if she were to come

got nowhere else to be

is so interested? She tried to pass it off as a casual question but

helped her load her truck. We talked about Lars for a moment or

since he's been gone.

since he

"So young. Too young."

you brought back some memories of him for her. She probably wants to

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most exquisite torture possible but it