After I’d had my first child I was blessed with the biggest pair of tits you could imagine! Every where I went I knew that men were staring at me. I didn’t mind. I actually loved the attention after nine months of looking like a whale!

On this particular day I was at home on my own. My husband was at work and the baby had gone off to my mothers for the day to give me a rest. I’d just got sat down when the door bell rang. Paul, a friend of ours, had popped round to see how I was coping. I made him a coffee and we sat talking for a while. All of the time I could see him ogling my tits. He was clearly enjoying the view!

During the conversation I looked down and noticed wet patches on the cotton of my dress. My nipples were leaking slightly and Paul must have spotted the stains. Now I’m not at all known for being shy. Far from it! The conversation quickly turned to my milk. I explained to him that this was always happening. I couldn’t help it! And just to prove a point I said I’d show him!

Without a further thought, I slipped my right tit from the dress and began to gently squeeze my nipple, rolling it between my fingers, making it harder and aroused. Slowly beads of clear juices began to drip from my nipple. Paul was mesmerised! "You haven’t seen anything yet, love!" I told him, as I started to squeeze and pull harder on the pink, swollen teat.

Suddenly, streams of white milk began to squirt from my tit, shooting several inches into the air! Paul came over to where I was sitting, leaned forward toward my tit and opened his mouth!

I directed the milk towards his face, at first splashing his cheeks, but then I hit the target! Torrents of milk pumped into his mouth, onto his tongue. The bastard was loving it! "Suck it love!" I begged him. His face pushed hard against my tits and he began to suck my nipples hard. As he did, I could feel my milk squirting onto the back of his tongue.

This was all too much for me. I fumbled around with his zip and pulled out his throbbing cock…..and began to wank him. My hand moved frantically up and down his shaft, my wedding ring shinning against his dark skin. The more he sucked, the faster I wanked him. Suddenly I felt his cock begin to throb and jerk. He started to pant and, as he chewed harder on my nipple, he ejaculated his spunk all over my hand!

It was then we both heard the front door! In a panic, I slipped my tit back in the dress and Paul frantically zipped up his jeans, rapidly shifting back to the chair on the other side of the room! As my husband walked in, I looked over at Paul to see a trickle of my milk dribbling from his mouth! Not only that, to my horror, there were still thick white blobs of spunk on my hands! My husband was totally oblivious to us both "cleaning up". As he spoke to us, I licked Paul’s sperm off my hand and he licked the milk off his lips!

Needless to say, we didn’t leave it there. Paul was round the very next day to finish me off and, over the following months was a regular day time visitor!

Marilyn