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From: "Tom Thumper" <tom9211@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Quicky II-Milkers {T Thumper} (MF, lac, cheat)
Date: Sun,  9 Jun 2002 06:10:05 -0400
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Quicky II:  Milkers
by Tom Thumper

	There was a knocking at the back door.
	"Milk delivery!" a female voice chimed.
	Steve's eyes widened as he dropped the morning newspaper
and got up from the kitchen table, tightening his robe's belt.
Behind the blinds of the glass door was a curvy silowet in a
baseball cap.  He pulled the door open and knew immediately that
this was his lucky day.
	"Hi Steve," said Suzie Meyers, one half of Meyer's Milk
Delivery.  The morning sun glinted off of her curly blond hair as
she stood in the doorway holding a wire basket of milk bottles.
She bent forward a little, her large boobs straining the fabric of her
white "Got Milk?" t-shirt.  "Thirsty?"
	"Suzie!  It's great to see you," said Steve, struggling to
make eye contact.  "I figured Dan would be on your route for at
least another month."
	"No, Dan gets to stay home and be Mommy for a day, that
ungrateful bastard."  Steve frowned at the last remark, usually
Suzie and Dan couldn't keep their hands off of each other.  Suzie
continued chatting.  "Where's your sexy half?"
	"Wendy's upstairs having one of her famously long
showers."  Steve allowed his eyes to drop to Suzie's midriff.  She
still had a cute little tummy, which pushed her t-shirt up and her
cut-offs down.  He had an urge to place his hand on her, her skin
was so soft.  He grinned, remembering how he had slowly rubbed
her belly the last time and the thrill when his palm brushed over
her soft pussy hair.
	"Stunning..." he muttered a little too loudly.
	"Mind if I come in for a second?"  Suzie scooted by Steve,
her ass rubbing the knot of his robe as she did.  "Let me put these
in the fridge."
	Steve  stared at Suzie's bottom, firm and round as ever,
sticking out of the fridge.  Her cut-offs clung to her generous ass,
riding low, revealing yet another cleavage.
	"Dan never offers this service," he said, trying not to sound
like he was leering as much as he was.
	"I bet you give Wendy all the servicing she wants," Suzie
giggled.  "Except when she's in the mood for some shower-head
loving!"  Suzie twisted around and caught Steve's lustful gaze with
a naughty grin.
	"I service her every chance I get.  Sometime I think I'm too
service oriented for her," he said.  He should really look away, but
he couldn't.
	"She's a lucky girl."  Suzie's eyes lowered to take in the
growing bulge rising in Steve's robe.  "Do you think she'd mind
sharing then?"
	"Not while she's in the shower."  Steve could feel the veins
in his head pulsing with excitement.
	Suzie shut the fridge and pressed herself against Steve.  She
was eager!  As her hands tugged on his robe he gasped.  Her boobs
were cool on his chest.
	"You don't mind my milkers?" she asked, looking down
bashfully at her triple D delights.
	"No!" Steve blurted, cupping her knockers.  "Why would
I?"
	"Dan won't touch me," pouted Suzie.  "He tried once but...I
squirted on him."  She was blushing.  Imagine!  He won't sleep
with me cause I'm a good cow.  But--" she pulled his robe open
and sandwiched his cock between her tawny thighs "-- I need to be
fucked.  I'm so goddamned horny.  I haven't had any since the baby
was born.  I know that must make me sound like a slut, but I don't
care!"  She started rubbing his prick, her jeans dragging his cock
up and down.
	Steve pushed her off and cocked an ear upstairs.  Suzie
sprawled, open mouthed by the fridge, staring at Steve's swelling
dong, lusting after his fat helmet head and the gentle but visible
curve of his shaft.  The sound of running water filled their ears like
throbbing dance music.
	"Strip," Steve said, enjoying his new found power.
	Suzie nodded eagerly and unbuttoned her cut-offs,
dropping them to the tile floor.  A tussle of blond pussy glistened
between her legs.
	"Get on the chair," she urged.  "Let me ride it."
	Steve sat but held up his hand before Suzie could mount.
	"Your top too."  His eyes were greedy, like a child's at
Christmas.
	"But--"
	"I know." He licked his lips.  "I love milk!"
	Suzie glanced upstairs.  Water was still running and
underneath it was a faint musical humming.  Tossing her baseball
cap on the kitchen table, she shook out her hair and pulled off her
t-shirt.  Maternity bras came in large sizes but Suzie's jugs were
still squeezed together and overflowing the sides.
	"I hate wearing this," she said, reaching in front and
unsnapping the clasps.  "It makes me feel so strapped down."  She
stretched and arched her back, letting her boobs gently shake back
and forth.  Steve  was amazing how large and swollen her nipples
were--like nozzles.
	"Mmm, you running around braless with your nipples
poking through your shirt is the best advertisement Meyer's Milk
has ever had."  He leaned forward, letting his cock sway between
his legs.
	"Hmmm?  Uh, yeah.  I love advertising!" said Suzie,
sucking on her finger, looking at Steve's member.  "Can I? Can I
please?  I really want to."  She stroked Steve's leg.
	"Climb on."  Steve leaned back.
	Suzie swung a leg over Steve and, bending forward a bit,
she guided his cock into her pussy.  Her boobs pressed into Steve's
face as his large cock head tunneled into her surprisingly tight
pussy.  She was slick as hell, but was grunting and groaning to get
him into her.
	"Oh -- ohhh," she moaned, swaying back and forth, her
hands on Steve's shoulders.  Her boobs bounced steadily against
his face.  As he gasped with the pleasure of the stacked blond
trying to get down his pole, he found one of her large nipples in his
mouth.  What he did next came naturally.
	"No!" she cried and tried to arch away.  But the change in
position loosened her pussy and she slithered down him.  "Oh god,
yes!" she said in a stifled yell, as she slid down onto his lap.
	His lips tightened onto her nipple and he took another timid
suck.  Warm milk began to leak into his mouth.  It was creamy!
	"Oh no," she moaned, rocking her hips involuntarily.  "She
wouldn't take the breast this morning and I didn't have time to
express any.  My boobs are so sore and full."  She started to rock
up and down on his cock.
	"I like this kind of milk delivery," he growled, squeezing
her tit roughly.  "You milk the bull and I'll milk the cow."  He took
her nipple back into his mouth and began to suck hard and
insistently.
	"Oww!! Ohhh!"  Milk gushed into his mouth -- hot and
tasty.  Her boobs smelled like warm bread and her cunt clenched
round his dick hungrily.
	"Ride it, baby!  Ride it."  He squeezed her other nipple and
milk immediately began to leak from it.  "What beautiful teats!"
He tensed and his cock swelled even larger and harder.
	"Oh god!  Oh my god!  It is so big!"  She pressed against
the floor and began fucking his cock, slurping up and down him.
	"Spray me and I'll give you a filling."  He grasped her
nipples, thumb and index fingers, and began tugging in a
syncopated rhythm.  Just like a farmer with a cow: a very sexy
slutty cow.
	"Oh my!  Oh my!" she gasped and jets of milk sprayed out
of her jugs into Steve's open mouth and onto his chest, running
down him and soaking his crotch.
	"I'm gonna cum!  Please!  I'm gonna cum!" Suzie wailed.
	Steve swept Suzie off her feet and with a strength he didn't
know he possessed, he grasped her firm little ass and rocked her up
and down his cock, faster and faster, as she writhed and cried out
for him to fuck her even faster.
	She began to squeeze her nipples herself and the volume of
milk increased.  He was a flood in milk, nearly all white.
	"Yes baby!  I'm cuuuuuming all over you!" she cried.  "Oh,
oh, oh, oh!"  She squeezed her boobs letting Steve have a giant
gulp of milk.  Steve's throbbing member spewed its load into her
hard and fast.  As Steve felt the orgasm rushing through him, he
lifted Suzie and laid her across the kitchen table.  She wiggled
with pleasure as he thrust his cum shooting prong in and out of her.
As he emptied his load into her velvet cunt he drank deep of her
knockers, milk coursing down his throat.  Suzie cried out softly,
her own orgasm pounding against her soft pussy walls, and slowly
stroking Steve's head as they rode their bliss into sticky silence.


                                *********


	The shower door opened.
	"Steve?" asked Wendy, her eyes covered with shampoo.
"Is that you?"  Wendy's pale white skin glowed under the soft
bathroom lights.  She left off touching her bushy red pussy and
went back to kneading the shampoo into her long red mane.
	Large hands forced her hands up against the wall and
spread her legs, police style.
	"Steve?  What are you doing?"  A large prick pushed its
way into her wide and willing pussy.  "Steve!  Oh! God!  What's
got into you?  And what's that smell?"
	"Just feeling frisky today," said Steve as he grasped
Wendy's ass and started to fuck her briskly.
	"Oh, yes!  Very frisky!!" Wendy moaned as his bulging
member pushed her towards climax.  "What's that smell, baby?"
	"Oh, Dan spilled some milk."  Steve thrust faster and faster,
feeling the next load coming.
	"Did he trip over his erection?"  Wendy squeezed around
Steve's cock milking him, glorying in Steve's hands all over her
soapy boobs.  "He's been staring at me really hard his last visits.  I
guess Suzie too busy with her new one."  She gasped and began to
moan.  "I've been wearing that slutty little nightie to give him an
extra boner."
	"What a tramp you are!"  Steve pulled his cock out of
Wendy ass and shot his load all over her bottom and back.  "We'd
better soap you up again."
	"Yes, boss."

                             - fin -

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