Protected: A Wet Workout and a Wank

She got in the car and started up the engine. I barely had time to hop in the passenger seat before she put it in reverse and angrily drove out of the driveway.

“Hey!” I said, “Take it easy. I know you’re upset, but you don’t have to kill us both to prove a point.”

“I won’t kill anyone,” she said as she hit the accelerator and drove away from the house. “I’m just so sick of it and that was the last straw.”

“Technically, it was a nipple and not a straw,” I said, trying to make her laugh.

“It would have been better if it was a straw and a glass of milk.”

Allow me to put this opening into a greater context for you. As you know, there’s almost a three decade age difference between Lo and me. That makes for a lot of mutual friends at various stages in their lives. We happen to know a number of women right now who have given birth in the past one or two years and are currently breastfeeding. We know this very well because so many of them, for unknown reasons, like to send to Lo photos of them giving suck to their little-ones.

One or two photos can be cute, I suppose. But they seem obsessed with putting out there just how hucow they are and just how much they enjoy it!

This particular night, we were invited to a party hosted by one of our friends. It was a family-friendly party. There were a lot of couples, kids, infants, etc. Everything was going along fine until Lola and I were standing in the kitchen, just making small-talk with a circle of about five or six when suddenly one of the young boys who had been running around chasing his friend or something, came running up to his mother. She’s not one of our close friends. She’s an acquaintance. A friend-of-a-friend. She also happens to be one of these “tradwife” or “tradmom” types who got married young, has no interest in a career or “working,” and began having kids immediately. She has four. Or is it five? In any case, this particular child of hers couldn’t have been much younger than seven or eight years old.

Can I even tell you what he did? I’m just reporting. Keep that in mind. He reached his mother, put his arms around her waist and then slid them up her shirt. He pulled her shirt out so that he could look up and see her tits. I had noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was just wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt. Her nipples were very prominent. Then the kid reaches up to her tits and grabbed them! Yes, grabbed them. Right there in front of us all. The mom laughed and tried to make light of it, but couldn’t get the boy to stop. Because she was laughing, he thought they were playing and he continued even more, unaware of the social queues.

“Mommy!” he said, opening his mouth.

Finally, she gave in. She lifted her shirt enough for him to put his mouth on her nipple and begin sucking.

“I don’t believe in any arbitrary age to stop breastfeeding,” she said by way of excuse.

The boy was wearing blue shorts and as he was sucking, he reached up with his right hand and grabbed her other breast over her shirt and I noticed he got an erection! And I wasn’t the only one to notice – we all did.

The mom, becoming aware of our horror-stricken faces, laughed again and said, “Isn’t it cute? He gets excited when he suckles.”

“When he suckles!” I thought. What the hell is this, biblical times???

That’s when Lola called it quits and walked out of the party.

I can’t really blame her.

But when we got home and got into bed, need I tell you she lifted up her shirt and said, “I bet you want to suckle, don’t you?”

I took suck and, believe me, I too was hard as a rock. She reached down, grabbed my stiff rod and began stroking it. “Isn’t it cute,” she said, mockingly.

Mockingly or not, I could care less. She stroked as I sucked and she came just from the nipple stimulation as a torrent of hot white cum spewed out of my member.

“Better?” she asked.

“Much. You?”

“I need more.” Isn’t that her constant state?

I was done for the night, but she grabbed her phone and, like a beacon cutting through the darkness, scrolled through a number of the photos from her friends of them breastfeeding. She stroked her pussy with her free hand until she dropped the phone convulsing, causing the bed to vibrate with her.

“You’re bad,” I whispered to her.

“I didn’t solicit these photos.”

“You want to give suck, don’t you?”

“I’m try-sexual – I’ll try anything.”

“Maybe you can get yourself invited to one of the mommy-only parties and try each one of your friends to see whose milk is sweetest.”

She didn’t answer. I guess the mere suggestion sent her mind into a flurry of fap fantasies, for she began flicking her bean once more. It took a long time without her visuals, but eventually I sensed her coaxing that second orgasm out into the world.

Were there more? I don’t know, but I will update you on Lo’s efforts to be invited to a lactation lunch with her friends.

[Below you’ll find some appropriate photos. Not saying which were received by Lo from our friends.]

All Praise the Giver of Life – “This is my body.”

Protected: Clench & Drench

Posted on September 19, 2022 by Lola Down

Protected: “Paint me like one of your slutty girls.”

Posted on September 4, 2022 by Lola Down

A Chance Encounter with a Unicorn

Posted on August 8, 2022 by Lola Down

[Guest Post by Lola’s new friends – SnowCplCo]

SnowCpleCo

We were driving across the country for the holidays and, as dusk was descending and T was growing tired, we pulled into the first motel on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere that we found. I was walking the two dogs, who were eager to get out after so long in the back seat, while hubby was unloading bags. The dogs suddenly stopped and directed my attention toward an attractive brunette walking in a short black dress and turquoise heels. Mysteriously, the dogs were as captivated by her as I was. This petite, yet confident “girl next door” walked up to me and asked if it was ok to pet the dogs. Though they were stir-crazy from the drive, they are friendly and I said that they’d love it. She leaned over to pet them and I could see right down the open neckline of her dress. She had nice tits. No bra. Young. Perky. I was getting wet as I stood there, gawking at her. I tried making small talk. She crouched down to continue petting the dogs, as I stood over her. It was impossible to not see down her dress from that angle.

As we were chatting, she saw hubby grab a bottle of bubbly and bourbon from the car. She said “Oh, I’m so ready for glass of wine after driving all day.”

I responded, “Wine time never comes quick enough on road trips.” We kept talking for a bit and she asked if we would mind if she joined us for a glass because she hadn’t talked to anyone all day. I said, “Sure, but it has to be in our room due to the dogs.”

She was game and we made our introductions. She introduced herself as Lola. We agreed to meet about an hour later. I told hubby when I got back to the room and he said, “There goes our playtime then.” He had been horny and wanting me the entire drive.

I responded with, “She’s not going to be here all night. We’ll still get to play. Promise.”

Lola came over and we sat around the small room and chatted with the conversation going all over the place. A few glasses into it, she said that she better get back to her room. It was clear she was merely being polite. To my surprise and arousing a bit of jealousy that I didn’t even know I had, hubby asked her to stay for one more glass. She agreed, but said, “Before I have any more, I have a little work to do. Do you mind if I go grab my laptop?”

“Not at all,” said T.

A minute later she popped back into our room and sat at the tiny desk.

“What kinda work are you doing?” asked T.

“Just updating our blog.”

Hubby, trying desperately to turn the friendly chatter into a sexy seduction, said in a joking way, “What, like your OnlyFans page?”

She looked over at him, smirking, and said “Something like that.”

Hubby said back to Lola, “I bet a pretty, young, flirtatious girl like you makes a thousand dollars a day on the internet.”

“Hardly,” laughed Lola. “I do it just for fun, actually.”

“Wait,” I said, “you mean he’s right?! You do have an OnlyFans page?”

Lo laughed even more and said, “Well, no, not OnlyFans. Just a sex blog that my man and I run.”

“Oh!” said hubby, “I can’t believe it! I’ve been waiting all day to get to work on content with her for ours page!”

Lola looked very surprised and said “Really! You two don’t seem like the type!”

“I could say the same about you,” I said.

We talked a little more about it before I suggested, “I’ll show you my page if you show me yours?”

That was all it took for T. He had his laptop out so quick! We looked at each other’s pages and hers was incredible! We go by Snow CoupleCO and she seemed to like what she saw of us too. I then asked if she wanted help making content and winked at hubby. She paused a bit and looked at us. “Really?”

“Yeah, it could be fun.”

“OK, but no photos.” She was concerned about remaining anonymous.

“Deal.”

“I’m going to freshen up,” she said, “It’s been a long drive today.”

“OK. See you back here soon.” I felt butterflies in my stomach, I was so excited. While she was out showering and, I think, shaving herself smooth, I took a quick shower as well. When I came out, I found hubby jacking off to Lo’s photos. I snapped a couple of pics but told him, “Keep it hard, Mr. Roadtrip McLovin!”

Mr. T – Roadtrip McLovin

When Lola came back, gone was the girl next door and here stood a pro porn star! You would never recognize her. “You really are ‘the nympho next door!’” I said.

Lo was wearing a sheer white top that reminded me of boudoir wedding photos I had seen once. But adorning her neck was a black leather collar, like a dog’s collar, that said “SLUT” in diamond studs. She wore a short black skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass and black leather boots to match.

Lo Looking Like a Slutty Bride

“Before we get to playing, there’s a dive bar attached to this rundown motel. How about the three of us go in there and see what happens?”

I was very game, but I had a better idea in mind.

“I just caught my husband masturbating to your photos,” I said. A sparkle of vanity flashed in Lo’s eyes as she looked first at my hubby’s face and then at his crotch. “He must be hard-up for you,” I continued. Lo’s tongue ran across her teeth as she looked desirously at him. “Do you think you could help him out before we go there?”

“Help him out, how?” she asked.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded.

She obeyed immediately. I reached over and pulled out T’s bulging hard cock from his pants. I held it in my hand. “There you go, hun,” I said to him. “Do it. Cum on her face.”

He took control of his cock and stroked fast. He looked at me, looked at Lo longing for his dick in her mouth. He looked at me again. He looked down at Lo and came on her face. It was the fastest I’ve seen him cum in ages!

Lo’s cheeks and chin were dripping with his cum. I had to hold the dogs back to keep them from licking her clean.

“OK, now we can go.”

“You want me to go like this?”

“Exactly.”

“OK, but let’s make it more interesting. My man and I play a little game like this a lot. You walk in first. Then I’ll walk in and join you. T walks in last and has to sit away from us. Let’s see who has the courage to pick us up.”

I was giddy with excitement.

We walked down the motel line to the bar at the end. It was a sleepy little bar in the middle of nowhere that mostly accommodated travelers and lonely locals.

Lo walked in first looking like a used prostitute. I followed, looking like a lonely housewife desperate for action. I wore my tight jeans shorts, cowboy boots, and a blouse unbuttoned nearly to my navel. No bra.

The few folks inside noticed our appearance right away. I ordered a beer across the bar from Lola, who had ordered some sort of cocktail.

I then made my way over to her and pretended like we were meeting for the first time – which we had, only about two hours earlier.

A couple of middle-aged guys approached us and I noticed my husband walk into the bar. No one else, except maybe Lola, noticed him.

Both the guys who were talking to us had wedding bands on.

Eventually, in the dimness of the bar, one of the guys noticed the sheen on Lo’s face from my husband’s cum.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Beauty cream,” she said with a smile.

I leaned in and licked it, seductively, off of her face before making out with her.

The two guys were excited beyond belief. I reached back with one hand and grabbed the cock of the guy sitting next to me.

Suddenly the grumpy old bartender told us to take it outside. This wasn’t a brothel!

“You want to join us?” I asked the men.

They sure did!

Lo and I walked with them back to the room and the four of us went in.

It was really crowded in there now with the two dogs.

Lo and I stripped each other and started making out on the bed as the guys watched.

“Aren’t you going to join us?” asked Lo in a little girl sort of voice.

They guys began taking their clothes off, embarrassed to be seeing each other naked.

Just as they were about to approach us on the bed, T barged into the room and, in a performance worthy of an Oscar, he yelled, “What the hell are you doing?!”

The guys were shocked and quickly scrambled to put on their clothes. In their haste, I think they might have even put on the other’s clothes by accident.

They got out of the room quick and we all had a laugh.

Lo began to work my clit ring and lips while sliding her tongue in and out. I then felt her fingers entering me. She had the perfect rhythm and I really began getting wet, feeling my juices drip down my ass. Lola raised up my hips, smiled, and slid a finger in my ass. I moaned, looking over at hubby, who now had his cock in his hand. He was moderately hard, since he had cum so recently. I grabbed Lo’s hips and slid her up to my face. Instantly, she began grinding on my tongue.

We played pretty hard for a while before she whispered, “Can we invite your hubby?” Of course, I wasn’t going to say no. So she lifted up her her face and, dripping with my cum now, told him, “Take the rest of your clothes off and get over here.” We both went down on him while he was trying to keep the dogs off of us. We took turns playing with him as he went from my ass to Lola’s mouth and back again and again. Eventually, when Lola convinced me to do the same, he came, shooting a huge load in her ass before I cleaned him off with my mouth. He poured us drinks and we laid on the bed with her in the middle petting each other.

. . .

Lo stood up and cum dripped down her inner thigh onto the cheap motel room carpeting. She grabbed a glass of the bubbly to quench her thirst and picked up her clothes.

“I’ll let you two get some good sleep tonight. Thanks for a fun time,” she said as she walked out into the parking lot stark naked. We watched her saunter to her room and disappear inside.

I’m not sure if I was dreaming or not, but a few hours later I woke to the blood curdling sounds of what sounded like a murder, but, after close listening for a few moments, I realized, it was Lo’s screaming orgasm.

The next morning she continued on the road east as we continued west. When we got home, first thing we did was order a copy of Match, Cinder & Spark. We now get off to it nightly, fondly remembering our time with Lola Down – just your average nympho next door.