Offer him your teets
From Create Your Own Story
"Oh, go ahead."
He looks at you shocked, "I can touch them?" he asks.
"Touch them, suck them, after tasting this delicious Sundae you can do whatever you like to them." You shock yourself with what you're saying. Your body has been so used already, it doesn't have the same sacredness as it once did to you.
He moves towards you. You sit on the edge of the bed and place your sundae in reach on the night table so you can continue tasting while he fondles and sucks your tits. Sitting on the bed puts your nipples just at the right level. Youe spread your legs allowing him access. Your udders are starting to ache from the milk that's building in them, a natural response to your pregnancy, accelerated by the nature and number of the young in you, regardless of the fact that they won't want to suckle.
The little man's cock is as hard as a hickery hammer handle. It looks painful, its so hard. He glances down at your smooth hairless fleshy pussy. The large dark labia, puckered and jiggling as you move. He moves in close and watches his cockhead brush your fleshy flaps.
"Just a sec." you say, "Wouldn't want you slipping and getting in trouble for popping my cherry."
You rise and guide his cock beneath you and sit down on it trapping it beneath you butt cheeks. Your meaty pussy lips rest on his shaft, up against his belly.
He moans and, with shaking hands, gently reaches out and runs his palms over your enormous nipples allowing them to spring back into position. Milk sprays out some catching him on the lower lip. He licks it and looks enraptured.
He croaks something incoherent and then latches onto your left nipple, his hands squeezing pressing into the sides of your swollen breast. Milk pours, like from small hose into his mouth, overflowing his mouth and running down his belly and onto your labia and his cock. He swallows and swallows. You feel so relieved. You were unaware of how much pressure had built. In time the first is a third the size of the other and is feeling so much better.
You slap the top of his head. He keeps sucking. you slap his head harder.
He looks up at you, his eyes half shut in delerium, "Whaa...?"
"The other one, baby." you coo, scooping more sundae in your mouth and then stroking his bald head as he suckles, more calmly now from your other breast.
When they're both the same size he sucks slower and slower until he droops between your breasts and falls asleep.
You're tired too.
You try dragging him into bed to cuddle with, but you can't lift him so you drop him on the floor and climb under the covers and sleep.
When you wake he's gone. Milky drag marks show which door he exited from.
