Dancing with the wet nurse

My name is Liu Renhui, and I'm 25 years old. My online nickname is "Big Watermelon," haha, you can tell I'm into this kind of

thing . I'm a little embarrassed to say, but I'm only 1.5 meters tall.77, with a face strikingly similar to Tom Cruise, one would expect to be surrounded by

beautiful women. Surprisingly, however, I'm still a lone wanderer, a drifter on the world. The reason? Well, I

have a different passion, hehe, I simply can't live without a wet nurse. The following is all based on my personal experience with wet nurses,

though some embellishment is inevitable, but it's mostly true. This

happened a long time ago, when I was working at Bitian...

Ah, the loneliest time of my youth!

Back then, dancing was very popular, and I remember a place called Dongzhongtian, which was truly captivating, especially in the evenings. Yes, I loved wandering around after dinner, seeing women everywhere, in groups of three or five, or alone , almost within reach. That Saturday afternoon, I sat on a bench in front of Dongzhongtian, admiring the scenery, watching a woman pushing a stroller, seemingly waiting for something. She was around thirty years old, about five feet ten inches tall (178 cm), with single eyelids. Her nose and lips were typical of a young married woman—not beautiful, but she possessed a unique charm. Most striking were her ample breasts, like two towering mountains before me. A quick glance told me they were at least 110 cm in size—my little brother was already craning his neck. She occasionally glanced back at me; it wasn't a hallucination, I'm quite experienced with the body language of a woman who's been complaining. Things progressed quite smoothly. When I knelt down to play with her child in the stroller, when I wiped her calves with the back of my hand, she covered her mouth and laughed… We chatted casually about the dances that had just ended, and I could tell she was quite lonely. Then her child started crying, so I asked, "Why bring a child along when you go dancing? Isn't it too much trouble?" She explained that her husband was away on business, leaving her alone at home. She wanted to get some fresh air but was worried about the children, which was a difficult situation. I understood and suggested we dance at her place if she had a stereo or something. She seemed surprised by my directness but didn't object. I'm a handsome guy, after all. She chuckled and said, "I do have a stereo, but it's not very good. " I laughed too: "That's alright, I'm tired of that smoky environment in the cave anyway. " At that moment, her large breasts were less than 10cm away from me, and I could feel the heat rushing into . I was practically impatient. At that moment, I noticed a small wet patch on her nipples, about 1 square centimeter in size, indicating she was breastfeeding. (With a handsome guy standing in front of me, it's hard not to feel a surge of milk production.) Seeing this, and knowing there was a 50% chance I'd soon be tasting the breast milk of this mature, long-legged, big-breasted woman, the muscles around my anus started twitching slightly (this is a characteristic of mine, something I've had since childhood; it happens whenever I'm aroused. I wonder if any of you brothers have experienced this, haha). Then, noticing my gaze lingering on her large breasts, she said shyly, "I have too much milk, it's always like this." I looked up at her, embarrassed, and saw her face was flushed. "Really? Women have more trouble than men. Shall I go to your place?" I asked deliberately. She smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll take care of it when I get back. What's wrong, is something wrong?" I made a face and said, "Nothing, I think you're quite the disco enthusiast, haha." She returned the face with a funny expression and said, "No, we 're dancing ballroom dance, foxtrot is fine too, do you know it?" I laughed and pretended to be profound, "I'm not very talented, I've been learning dance since I was eight, and I've already mastered the eighth level of tango, the seventh level of waltz, the ninth level of foxtrot... " She was silenced by my words, and then said seriously, "Then you're really my master, you must teach me everything you know later. " I thought to myself, I'll teach you anything, I don't care what I teach you. After a few more casual words, I went home with her. Her house was near Dongxing District, quite far from Dongzhongtian. It seemed she was a true enthusiast ! About half an hour later, I arrived at her house. When she opened the door, I found it to be a rather grand home, furnished with everything imaginable. The stereo system she jokingly called shabby was actually a genuine American Sansui, monitor-grade, equivalent to several years of my wages . Sigh, the inequality between people is truly stark. I glanced around casually, and then she walked over with a smile and said, "Please sit down, have some water, I'll go wash up first." I responded and started looking around. The apartment was a duplex with six bedrooms and two living rooms. I saw her wedding photo in her bedroom; the man in the photo was obviously her husband, who looked to be in his forties, overweight and pale—the kind of man who wouldn't attract . Then I noticed several American pornographic films under her bedside table, the covers quite exaggerated. She was definitely a lonely young woman, alone in her empty room, with no one to know her plight! I looked around some more, and suddenly heard the sound of running water. She was really quick, I thought to myself with amusement. My friend could probably guess that if I didn't get to the bathroom door within half a minute and peek inside, I wouldn't be worthy of being called "Big Watermelon. " The bathroom was only a dozen steps from the bedroom . I crept up to the door and found it wasn't closed; the gap was just big enough for half my eye. I leaned closer and took a closer look. I noticed the water was running, but she wasn't washing herself. Instead, she was standing there with her back turned, seemingly doing something. I was incredibly curious. Then I heard a very faint "buzzing" sound. I widened the crack in the door a little, expanding my view. Good heavens! My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. She was actually expressing her own milk! Because of my good angle, I could finally see her entire breasts. Honestly, they were the largest real breasts I had ever seen. The white milk ducts were clearly visible, and the two large, black nipples, as big as lychees, intermittently oozed milky white liquid. That was the human milk I had been longing for! I almost wanted to pounce on her and drink from those enormous breasts, overflowing with the finest wine in the world. But reason told me...

The machine wasn't working well, so I had to remain still, but being able to witness this live milking was already quite satisfying.

To be honest, the young woman had an abundance of milk. She had been milking for quite some time, showing no

sign of stopping. The milk gushed from the pores of her nipples, creating a scene of ecstasy.

After a while, perhaps she had finished milking, she finally began to wash herself with the showerhead. Her hands moved

like across her body, rubbing and massaging. Watching this, my penis became as hard as a flagpole. If she were

rubbing me, even if she were using those delicate hands, or even just her naturally

large breasts designed for milk production, I was already lost in my own sexual fantasies. My hand couldn't help but reach down to my

genitals…

Just as I was in this half-absent-minded state, I noticed she seemed to be turning to get something. To avoid being discovered,

I had to leave temporarily. I initially thought she would turn back soon, but it seemed she had no

intention of doing so, so I decided to stop peeping and returned to the living room.

About ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened. She had finished showering and changed into a

loose-fitting yellow t-shirt. Despite its looseness, her

enormous breasts still accentuated her curves. Her ample bosom seemed to move closer to me, and my breathing quickened

. I managed to calm myself and smiled at her, "Finished showering?"

She seemed to be in a good mood: "Yes, it felt so good. Want to shower too?" I said, "No thanks, I

don't usually shower at other people's houses. I already showered." She casually tousled her hair

: "Oh, you're a clean freak, huh? Okay, I won't force you. Let's dance!"

I asked, "What kind?" She grinned and said, "How about 'Serenade'?" I looked distressed: "

Isn't it easy?" She grabbed my hand: "Start with the easy, then gradually increase the difficulty. Be patient!" I had no

choice but to go along with her. To be honest, I'm not very good at waltzes; I can barely keep up with the rhythm, and my

transitions quite stiff. But she's clearly not an expert either; she can only hit the beat. It seems I'm

slightly better.

As the music flowed gently, I noticed her eyes becoming increasingly dreamy. As my feet

moved back and forth between her legs, she held me tighter and tighter. When I tapped out a few small sixes, I could hear her heartbeat

quickening involuntarily. It seemed she quite approved of my body and dance skills.

Because both of our movements were quite large, our body contact was becoming less precise. So I

raised my right hand, which was around her waist, slightly. Because her breasts were so large, even just a slight movement brought me

very close to her chest. As we danced, with the movement of our bodies, my hand moved up slightly and

felt incredibly soft. It was the edge of her large breasts. I heard her let out a soft moan;

it seemed she was already responding. So I moved my hand up a few centimeters. Good heavens, the elasticity in my hand was getting stronger and stronger.

I spread my palm a little wider and gently made circles on it. It felt so good. The intervals between her moans were getting

shorter and shorter , her breath like the fragrance of orchids spraying on my face. She seemed to be enjoying it too,

and her body even leaned against me, rubbing against me. Her lower body also started to press against me. Because she was a little taller than me, I

had to lift my body slightly to get a good grip. My hand wasn't idle either;

it danced on her right breast. A light press felt like pressing on a large, inflated ball. Once I pressed

a little too hard, and "Ah, no!" she couldn't help but cry out, her body going limp.

I couldn't resist any longer. Both hands grabbed her enormous breasts, and I forcefully ripped off her t-shirt,

flipping up her 44g bra. Only then could I truly see those voluptuous breasts up close.

They were absolutely enormous, too big for one hand to grasp; their grandeur would put many AV actresses to shame. I saw her

face was flushed.

She murmured dreamily, "Are they big?" I swallowed hard and nodded mechanically, "

Yes, really big." Indeed, the deep cleavage was over ten centimeters.

"Does it feel good?" Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Yes

," I replied, feeling as if my hands, caressing those exquisite breasts, no longer belonged to me.

I repeatedly pushed and pulled those two mountains, squeezing and pressing them, enjoying myself immensely. Perhaps the milk hadn't been expressed thoroughly enough, or perhaps it was the excessive stimulation from my hands, but milk began to secrete from

her dark nipples again. I looked into her eyes, which were filled with anticipation. She hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded gently. I bent down slightly and brought my mouth close to her nipple. I started by carefully licking it, but eventually took her entire nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. A slightly fishy, but mostly sweet, milk rushed into my mouth. Oh my god, what an intoxicating moment! It's a feeling that's hard for those who haven't experienced it to understand. My mouth moved faster and faster, and a large amount of the young woman's milk entered my mouth. At this point, I felt her body tightening, and her moans became incessant. I had to pull her breast tighter, afraid she would fall . I knew that such stimulation was indeed too difficult for a breastfeeding woman to bear, but I needed her to continue breastfeeding me a little longer. So I squeezed her nipple hard, then sucked hard with all my might (the description is so apt!), and another stream of breast milk shot into my mouth I almost didn't want to swallow it. At that moment, she held my head and said, "Baby, you've sucked all of Mommy's milk dry," then kept rubbing my hair with both hands. Hearing this, I couldn't take it anymore . I picked her up and rushed to the bedroom. I kicked the door open and threw her onto the bed. Before she could even get the baby out of the room, she was already clinging to my neck as we plunged into our lovemaking paradise. I took her wet tongue into my mouth, and she, without hesitation, touched my glans and testicles through my pants …I desperately sucked on her saliva, while simultaneously clutching the soft, warm cloth bag that felt like two lumps of flesh.

My penis was throbbing hard under her rubbing, and she seemed to understand it was time to release it—belt, waistband, zipper

, briefs, she ripped them off one by one, until finally, the entire hot, veiny rod lay naked between

the two fingers of her left hand—her thumb and ring finger. Her fingertips massaged in circles from the glans to the urethral opening, to the coronal sulcus, to

the base of the penis, to the shaft and scrotum, sometimes quickly, sometimes like practicing Tai Chi, dragging and turning, teasing me so much I almost

cried out.

After sipping her sweet saliva, my mouth slid down to her breasts, which had just been suckled. First, I squeezed

her hardened nipples with my lips, then bit, rubbed, and nibbled with my teeth, followed by teasing with my tongue… Her breathing grew increasingly labored, she

moaned softly, ah-ya-ah-ya, her slender waist swaying and twisting…

Suddenly, the phone rang. My venomous tongue faltered, and I glanced at her. She calmly patted my shoulder,

turned and picked up the cordless phone to answer…

My tongue then moved to her navel, lower abdomen, and pubic hair…

A primal, perfume-scented scent wafted into my senses, and my mouth involuntarily

opened … My fingers moved in tandem.

“I want this big-breasted woman to scream! To scream until the heavens and earth tremble!” I thought. So, my tongue

explored the thicket of her pubic hair, while my middle finger plunged in, penetrating her wet, overflowing paradise, stirring wildly.

My nose pressed against her clitoris, my tongue and hand darting in and out of her warm, tender flesh.

The big-breasted woman clamped her legs together, locking my head firmly in place…

She started screaming, interspersed with a few groans…

My erect penis was already throbbing, almost bursting. I licked my lips, parted her tense legs, and prepared to thrust in

and out thoroughly…

Perhaps she was too excited by her screams, for the baby sleeping soundly in the stroller was also awakened and began to cry…

How could I hold back an arrow already on the bowstring? I straightened my back, placed her legs on my shoulders, and

plunged my entire penis deep into her overflowing peach, thrusting in and out dozens of times, the flesh colliding with pleasure.

She still had maternal instincts; while thrusting her hips in response, she also freed her hands to grasp the stroller's handles,

gently pulling it back and forth. Strangely enough, the child's crying gradually stopped.

"She likes to rock," she told me, referring to her daughter's habit. I smiled politely. Rock? I'll rock too!

I cradled her large, soft, white breasts, and her buttocks tightened. My penis slowly began

to move in and out, each thrust almost pushing my scrotum into her wet opening.

Slow, but powerful, my penis continued to expand from side to side in the narrow passage. Honestly, I intended to widen it

, but instead, I encountered an extremely tight defense. Wave after wave of pressure surged rhythmically

towards my little brother. I lowered my head to lick her earlobe—a feint, perhaps?

But then I saw her eyes roll back, her cheeks flush, and a series of muscle spasms followed, spreading and

climbing along the glans…

Suddenly, I felt a hot, forceful surge towards my penis…

Why didn't she ejaculate? Was it the vaginal fluid described in *Jin Ping Mei*? I don't know, I couldn't hold back any longer. My buttocks

trembled a few times, and I ejaculated in a mess...

??? I lay there for a while, sucking on her nipple which still had a trace of breast milk. Then she politely turned over,

found a hot towel to apply to my face, and wipe my penis.

??? Before leaving, I whispered some nice but meaningless compliments in her ear, then squatted down to look at her daughter

. We exchanged phone numbers, and only then did I learn her name was Chen Juan. I could tell she

still cared about me. We had sex a few more times after that, but the first time was still the most unforgettable.

(To be continued)

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