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.

her son Todd to come and help her in the mornings for a few weeks before he went off to college she wasn't sure she would

July:

Jensen had accepted an invitation to

was Inger having run into Lois Walkers young son Todd at the feed store the previous

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

had also made her pussy moisten in an

help

young man. They are not really heavy but

"No problem Mrs Jensen."

but do I know you?

Walker. From the farm

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

little and then a little more when the blond widow squeezed his

Lars was very strong too, like

grew sad for a

Jensen. My mom phoned me when it happened. He was the

stupid and it cost me my boy. Enough sad talk. Are you going

for the summer. Then I go

enjoyment. The next chapter

smart.

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for tea this afternoon Todd, will

the farm next to

Of course. How many other Mrs

I thought she had always said no to you when you had asked. Why would she change

you asked this

August 1971: Nebraska

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sink where she had been washing dishes and

make the call. She called here and asked if you would be joining us if she were to come over. I said I wasn't sure but I thought you would

to be so I

is so interested? She tried to pass it off as a casual question but I could tell that your presence was important

at the feed store last week, helped her load her truck. We talked about Lars

and withdrawn since he's been gone. It must

since he went to

"So young. Too young."

brought back some memories of him for her. She probably wants to talk some more about him. It

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torture possible but it had to