Gabrielle was sitting at the edge of the stream, dipping her feet in the water as I emerged from the jungle. She stood languidly and said, ”Ah, Dave! Vous y etes! I thought perhaps you had forgotten me.” I caught her eyes flickering down to glance at the obvious bulge in my pants as she strolled over to meet me, giving me a kiss on the lips that lingered for just a moment.
“It would be very hard to forget you, Gabrielle,” I said with a smile.
She returned the smile and sat down. “Alors. Shall we begin?”
At my nod she shucked of her blouse. For convenience’s sake she had forgone the bra today, and her heavy breasts swayed gently as she folded her top and set it aside. Drops of milk were already forming at the tips of her protruding nipples, and my mouth began watering. After the glorious site of Yasmine’s tight teen body, my passions were inflamed beyond reason, and I was ready for some stimulation.
I reclined with my head in her lap, and watched in fevered anticipation as that swollen, milky mammary descended toward my open mouth. As revved up as I was, I attacked her tits this morning with a little more gusto than yesterday, pulling hard on the nipples and sometimes gently using my teeth. I hoovered a moist mouthful of lactating love into my mouth so hard her nipple brushed the back of my throat as warm, sweet jets of milk sprayed on my tonsils.
My aggressive attention to her boobs seemed to be affecting Gabrielle more than yesterday as well, as she was squirming and gasping as I pulled on her succulent spigots. As I finished the right side and shifted position to begin on the left, I was sure I could smell the sweet fragrance her aroused pussy wafting up from between her shapely legs.
“Ah, oui!” she moaned as her left nipple began emptying its contents into me. “C’est bon! C’est tres bon!” Oh, it’s very fucking bon, I thought. I was so horny I could have fucked a goat at this point. One of her hands was now in my hair, her fingers twining in the strands and pulling my head harder into her chest. I was pleasantly surprised when the other began stroking the throbbing bulge in my shorts. She fondled me aggressively, her warm hand tracing the length of my cock and squeezing the shaft firmly.
“C’est finit!” she gasped. “You must fuck me now!”
Hells, yes! I thought as I bit down behind the nipple, releasing one final sweet stream of milk into my hungry mouth and drawing a squeal from Gabrielle. I sat up, and we both straddled the log, facing each other. She planted a searing kiss on me, grabbing my lower lip in her teeth and pulling it hard enough to make my eyes water. She practically tore off my shirt, then stood up and slipped off her shorts, revealing her overheated twat just inches from my face. She had thick mat of curly pubes covering her sex and spreading onto her inner thighs, a brown so dark as to be almost black. Thick, pink labia hung from her furry cleft, their wrinkled edges shading into a dark brown and already glistening with her dew.
I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her close, inhaling her sexual perfume. Her soft curls tickled my face as I pressed it to her mound, reveling in the sensation. I extended my tongue and lifted her heavy lips with it, feeling their weight and enjoying the burst of flavor her juices provided as I licked them slowly, then slurped them into my mouth. I spent a minute just sucking her pussy as I had so recently sucked her squirting tits, savoring a different fluid from her generous body and reducing her to incomprehensible French moans of desire. I surprised her by stabbing my tongue deep into her vagina, caressing the velvety ridges and setting off another flood of nectar from her sopping slit.
“Ca suffit! Enough!” she cried hoarsely, pushing me onto my back and pulling off my shorts in one violent motion. She grabbed by rigid cock and, pointing it straight up, squatted over me. She dropped her gaping pussy onto my boner, sliding it in to the hilt instantly, and began grinding her pubis against mine, working her clitty for all she was worth. She leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders, and I watched the hypnotic sway of those full boobs as they rocked back and forth above me, drops of milk dripping onto my chest and running down my sides. Not wanting any of her white gold to go to waste, I caught one of the jiggling jugs with my hands and pulled it to my lips. The combined sensations of her velvet vise on my prick, sliding up and down my throbbing length with silky softness, and the warm, sweet bath her milk was giving my tongue were powerfully erotic. I switched from side to side, lost in the moment, suckling and biting her gently as she rode me to her destination. “Ah, mon Dieu!” she cried out as an orgasm took her to shuddering heights of pleasure.
Once her contractions slowed, she pulled her wet tit from my lips, and stood up, pulling my hand to bring me with her. Planting a kiss on me and licking her own milk from my lips, she lay on her back on the soft, sandy grass next to the log, and drew me to her. She pulled her legs up high and apart, spreading her hairy cunt lips wide and releasing a trickle of pussy juice, now whipped into a frothy cream by our joining. I fell to me knees and speared her with my prick, plunging into that warm tunnel of love until my balls slapped against her wet ass.
After pounding her pussy in this position a few minutes, I pulled her right leg down and straddled it, so I could penetrate her more deeply. My nuts were squashed between my pelvis and her leg, and the sensation of them rolling between us was sublime. Gabrielle quickly began coming again, reaching behind her head with outstretched arms to grab the underside of the nearby log and arching her back, driving her pubis into mine and crying “OUI! OUI!” at the top of her lungs. As I leaned forward, my face brushed up against her furry armpit. I inhaled the clean scent of her sweat, brushing my lips across the thick black hair. Experimenting, I gently licked her armpit, tasting her musky flavor. Judging by her moans, she enjoyed the sensation, so I nuzzled her bushy pit while thrusting into her like a pile driver.
Even though she had just reached her peak, she seemed to be working towards another orgasm quickly. I emerged from my little furry nest to see her milking her left nipple, squeezing jets of white fluid in all directions, some of them landing on her outstretched tongue. She was grunting hoarsely, still bracing herself on the log with her left hand while working her tit over with the other.
“Share some of that with me!” I pleaded. She obliged, looking me straight in the eye while pointing her stiff, pink nozzle at my face and shooting streams of milk at my open mouth. Sweet fluid pattered on my tongue and face, and I felt my own climax building in my tightening balls. With a few more titanic, pistoning thrusts, I pumped my seed into her, nearly driving her head into the log with the force of my passion. The horny little slut erupted in a third orgasm, screaming, “Ah, MERDE!” and clutching me to her chest as I spent my semen in her warm vaginal embrace. Her final contractions milked the last drops of cum from my flagging boner, just as I had milked those dripping udders moments before. We clung to each other until our ragged breathing slowed.
“C’etait marveilleux! Magnifique!” Gabrielle said with a smile. She was glowing with a sheen of perspiration and flushed from head to toe. I caressed her chest, stroking her boobs, now wet with sweat and milk, and licked the mixture from my fingers. I kissed her, sharing the taste of her body with her, our tongues entwining.
As we lay there in post-coital bliss, I decided to run my earlier idea by her.
“Gabrielle, as much as I love your sweet milk, I’m not sure I can commit to emptying those lovely breasts every morning. I feel guilty that I am enjoying what you produce when there is someone to whom it might bring life and not just pleasure.”
“And who is this person?” she inquired.
“We have a patient who was injured in the crash and who nearly drowned. I was told he lost his sister during the night, and it seems the trauma was so great he has withdrawn into himself and won’t wake up. Joelle and I have concerns that we won’t be able to maintain his nutrition with the little bit of water and coconut milk we dribble down his throat. It occurred to me you might be able to literally nurse him back to health.”
“It would be my honor to help this man,” Gabrielle said. “I became une nourrice to sustain life. It is fondamental to who I am. If I can provide nourishment and help him recover it would be tres satisfaisant.” She made a little moue of distress. “But does this mean we cannot continue to meet like this occasionalement? I very much would like to continue.”
“I think that can be arranged,” I said with a smile. “I love being with you. I’ll talk to Joelle and figure out what would be the best time of day for you to nurse Dkembe. And when you need a little extra milking, I think I can help out.”
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