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Subject: {ASSM} Wet Nurse (FM lac, mast)
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Date: Sun, 07 Jan 2007 22:10:02 -0500
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Wet Nurse (FM lac, mast)

by Leowulf

In which a woman does a favour for a friend

1.  Warning:  the first three rows may get wet
2.  As usual, no reposts except to ASSTR or usenet
3.  Send Feedback!  Leowulf "at" gmail "dot" com

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Wet Nurse

"Are you sure you don't mind?"  Lora reached out and took her friend's 
hands.  "I know we're friends, but I don't want to violate your 
boundaries."

"Will you please stop worrying." Milli smiled, pleased that her friend 
cared so.  "We're good enough friends that if I was uncomfortable, I'd 
just say no."  She pulled the other lady to her for a warm hug.  
"Besides, we're only talking about a little nursing, not getting 
pregnant."

"Don't be so sure," Lora said with a wry expression.  "Tig comes like a 
fountain, and our doctor says he's very fertile."

"Okay, Milli said.  "I won't fuck your man, just to keep him from coming 
inside me.  I'll just get him off with my hand."

"The towels are in the linen closet," suggested Lora, sharing a laugh 
with her friend at that.

"Good!  And where is your little baby?"

"In his workshop, fixing his motorbike."

"You let him have a motorbike?"  Milli was shocked.  "That thing could 
kill him quicker than solid food."

"Well, he's ridden one since before we were married; I can't just take 
it away.  Besides," Lora rolled her eyes.  "He says he's feeling 'too 
infantilised' needing to breastfeed."

"Oh right, he wasn't born that way."  Milli giggled.  "I keep forgetting 
I'm living next to two old people!"

"Hey, we're not that old!" Lora grinned.  "But if I don't get a move on, 
those sales at the mall will be."

"Have fun shopping, sister."  Milli kissed her on the lips, amused as 
usual at her reaction of pleased discomfort.  "And enjoy your time 
alone; I'll keep your baby out of trouble - if he lets me!"

"He will if he knows what's good for him," Lora said as she walked to 
her car.  "He should feel lucky, being babysat by a young thing like you 
- you're young enough to be his daughter, you know."

Milli closed the door.  "Daughter, hell.  This afternoon, I'll be baby 
Tigger's mother."

She did go to the linen closet and retrieved two towels, a hand towel 
and a big, fluffy bath towel.  Then she turned on the TV, an old 2D wall 
screen, and got herself a glass of water.  She thought about making 
herself a sandwich, but that would be cruel to poor Tig.  

The young lady had just sat down to wait when the door to the garage 
opened.  In strode Tigger MacFarland, almost two meters tall, and 
covered with grease.  He was older and bigger and Milli; yet looking at 
him in the doorway, all she wanted to do was nurse him.

"Hey there, darlin'!"  Milli smiled her greeting.  "Got that bike 
working yet?"

"Just about, Milli."  Tig returned her smile with one of his own, 
healthy teeth very white in contrast to his grease-smudged face.  
"Where's Lora?"

"At the mall," Milli stood and stretched.  "She wanted to hit the sales 
today."

"Damn poor timing, that.  Engine repair makes a body hungry; I coulda 
used a snack."  Tig stopped talking and blushed.  Milli's insides 
stirred with desire for him.

"You could also use a shower, Tig."  She smiled again, softening her 
words, making the criticism more of a suggestion.  She tossed him the 
fluffy bath towel.  "Why don't you get washed up and I'll keep you 
company until Lora gets back."

"Good idea, that!"  Tigger made his way into the master bathroom, 
closing the bedroom door and calling through it in his deep bass.  "I'll 
just be two ticks, love."

Milli waited until she heard the sound of the shower, then went over and 
opened the bedroom door.  Standing in the entrance to the bathroom, she 
admired the shape of Tig's body as he washed.  Then she sat in an 
overstuffed loveseat to wait.

In short order, the shower turned off and Milli heard him open the 
shower door.  A couple seconds later, Tig emerged from the steamy 
bathroom, saw Milli sitting in the loveseat, and actually jumped.  

"Oh!  Didn't know you'd be in here, love!"  Hurriedly he wrapped the 
fluffy towel around his waist.

"I should have told you, Tig; I promised Lora I'd take care of you while 
she was out.  She won't be back until late, so if you're hungry, I can 
help you out with that."

Tig had been staring at Milli's blouse since he got out of the shower.  
She glanced down to see what he was staring at.  Her breasts had been 
leaking, probably steadily from the time she saw him earlier, and her 
blouse was wet with her milk.  She could clearly see her big nipples 
through the wet fabric.

"Um, Milli, I ... " She looked back at Tig to see him still staring 
unashamed at her breasts.  He looked hypnotized, like a man possessed.  
"Um, Milli, I ... " he repeated.

"Come here darlin', it's snack time."  Milli opened her blouse.  "Let me 
hold you and drink away."

With alacrity the big man came to Milli.  She spread her legs wide, 
letting him settle between them on his knees.  She drew his head to her 
bosom, and of his own accord, he found a nipple and sucked.

Milli felt delicious pleasure as Tig massaged her nipple between his 
tongue and the roof of his mouth.  She felt herself becoming moist and 
very hot between her legs as the man wrapped both arms around her and 
greedily nursed at her breast.

"That's a good Tiggy," purred Milli.  "You let you mommy Milli nurse 
you."  She unwrapped the fluffy towel from around him, letting his big, 
hard prick spring free.  "Goddess, you're hung, Tiggy!"  With effort, 
she didn't rip her panties off and impale herself on that throbbing 
prick.  "If you like I will play with your hot pecker; you want that, 
Tiggy?"

Looking up into her eyes, Tig nodded wordlessly.  He kept nursing, kept 
looking into Milli's eyes, as she reached down and wanked him.  They 
stayed like that, with Tig on his knees between Milli's legs, as she 
breastfed him and jacked him off, until the man surprised both of them 
with his orgasm.  He spurted jet after jet of thick, hot come all over 
Milli's legs, as he kept sucking at her breast.

"That's a good Tiggy," Milli whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.  
She shifted Tig over to her other side, and fed him her other breast.  
The young lady grasped his prick again and was immediately rewarded with 
a few more thick, hot jets of come.  Milli regretted her promise not to 
fuck the man; he looked like he could go a couple more times.  At least.

Instead, she just held him close, cuddling him to her bosom, 
breastfeeding him her warm, life-giving milk.  She fed him until his 
stomach was full and his eyes closed sleepily.  Then she kissed his 
forehead, helped him onto the loveseat for a nap.

Then she undressed, put her clothes into their washer and set it 
running, and went to take a long shower.

-- 
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