Talk:Holstaur/@comment-109.146.65.248-20150831100158/@comment-25547106-20150831185138

I place my hand on her shoulder and nod gently. "Come on, let's see what we can do." I reply, walking her back to the bucket. I then lean her down and kneel behind her, my hands gripping her breasts one at a time. I begin by gently massaging eacn nipple and making slow rubbing motions, starting from the base of her breasts towards her nipples.

Her position causes her shorts and suspenders to fall down, her soft, furred rump pressing against my hips as she begins to release soft mumbles of enjoyment. She shifts back and forth, grinding her thighs together before releasing a squeal as she finally feels the first dribbles of milk escape her engorged breasts.

I work slowly, diligently, lovingly, squeezing ounce after ounce of the precious liquid from her swollen breasts, causing her to release moan after moan of pleasure. Her knees nearly give out as her milking approaches its close, a warm wetness now seeping between her legs and staining my trousers.

I was fairing far worse than she, the act of doing such an erotic thing with my best friend turning my thoughts into a roil of conflicting, tantilizing, abhoring, and frustrating feelings. Sweat drips from my forehead and down the sides of my temples as I resist my urges and finally squeeze out the last dribbles of milk from her pink, hardened nipples. A moment later, she falls to the floor, limp, panting heavily. Her eyes are dull and focus on nothing as she shivers, smiling faintly. A visible bulge protrudes from my pants, its presence all the more pronounced now that her entire form is visible to me and new blood flows to it.

At that time, she finally manages to speak. "Th-thank you... You helped me... N-now let me help you..." she says in a sultry, exhausted voice as she crawls back up to me and begins unfastening my trousers.

___And the rest is history.___