Harvey and Cynthia (A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships)

Harvey and Cynthia

A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships

Harvey watched the clock as the minute hand continued its agonizingly slow sweep towards the twelve. Soon he would be released from the drudgery of another day at his miserable job, and free to seek solace in the arms of the woman fate brought to him.

The mere thought of her was enough to cause his heart rate to increase. His palms grew clammy as he fidgeted. Cynthia was a mother-goddess; his neighbor across the hall in their apartment building. She was beautiful in her own right; long auburn hair and deep, beautiful brown eyes. She was a little taller than he was, and a little larger, but he didn’t care; she was a real woman. The thing that drove him crazy, though, was her chest. Cynthia had just given birth to her second child, and her mammaries were overflowing with life-sustaining nectar.

It had been a chance encounter that brought him to their current state of affairs, the details of which were fuzzy for him. He remembered seeing her in the community laundry room; her baby suckling on a half-exposed breast. He was staring, and when she confronted him about it, he was honest; it aroused him. From that time on Cynthia had made a point to allow Henry to watch her breast-feed. He suspected the fact it aroused him was a turn-on for her as well. He loved watching it, but yearned for so much more, and today; today he would get it.

Finally as the clock’s hands aligned at five and twelve, Henry gathered his things and made a beeline for the door, practically running through the lobby and to the bus station. The bus ride home felt like it took ten times longer than normal, and with each city block driven Henry felt closer and closer to Nirvana. Finally it arrived at the stop near his home, and he bolted up the stairs to Cynthia’s apartment.

His breath was ragged from the exertion, and he took a moment to compose himself before knocking on the door.

When it opened, his jaw fell slack as the radiance of an angel descended from heaven poured out of the room. Cynthia stood before him in a robe, the collar of which dipped low on her chest and exposed her cleavage and the glorious milk hidden within.  He felt himself growing hard as visions of this lustful tryst played out in his mind yet again.

“Come in.” She said as she extended her hand and guided him towards a plush sofa.

“Both the babies are sleeping.” She continued. Her voice was like soft velvet caressing his ears. “I haven’t pumped or fed all afternoon,” she said, putting her hands to the large globes bursting out of the robes. “They feel about ready to burst.” Her smile had a mischievous bent to it, but as she spoke she untied the small sash holding the robe closed and threw it open.

Henry stared awestruck as her giant, swollen breasts spilled out. Her nipples already erect, the skin around them taut under the tension of the milk inside. He thought he could see the faintest glimmer of milk already glistening on the ends of her swollen buds.

He immediately began to fumble at his zipper and pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down past his hips. His already stiff rod sprang forth, freed of its cottony prison. Cynthia reached out and grabbed it, her hands wrapping around the shaft and squeezing.

“I haven’t had a good fucking in a long time… remember, you make me cum, and you get what you asked for.” She purred, her lips grazing his ear lobe as she leaned in. Henry could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, and focused on the task at hand.

Laying her down gently on the sofa, he climbed atop her, letting her legs wrap naturally around his waist. Cynthia reached down to guide his swollen purple head into the soft mound of her pussy, moaning slightly as it stretched her; sliding in inch by inch.

She threw her head back in ecstasy and her jaw fell open in a silent scream as Henry immediately set about trying to fulfill his promise. She wanted to be fucked; well he was going to fuck her like no one had. His hips pistoned his cock in and out of her slick hole, his balls slapping roughly against her with each thrust. All the while, the glorious orbs beneath him gyrated and jiggled hypnotically.

Cynthia’s moans grew louder and louder, more insistent each time Henry stabbed his thick shaft into her. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow and fell onto her chest, adding a glistening sheen to her already gorgeous skin.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,Henry!” She encouraged, her nails digging into his back as he pumped in and out of her.

Henry pushed himself up on with his arms, his eyes fixed on the swollen globes beneath him that shook in rhythm to his movements.

Without warning Cynthia squeezed her legs around Henry’s waist so tight he couldn’t move. He felt her nails dig painfully into his back and her body tense as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body trembled and shook with the aftershocks as she gasped for air from the powerful sensation.

She looked at him, smiling; utter joy spread across her face.

“Ok, baby. You can suck them.”

Henry wasted no time, diving onto her tits hungrily. He clamped his mouth around her right breast, his lips and tongue encircling it protectively as he sucked, and sucked. After a moment, the first sweet, thick liquid began to fill his mouth, sending sublime feelings through every part of his body.

He remained inside of her, his hips moving slowly as he continued to lick and suck on the stiff nipple presented to him. He felt Cynthia’s hands running through his hair, nurturing and tender. His hand went to her other breasts, caressing and squeezing it, his eyes open and watching as the flesh gave way to his fingers and then returned to its shape.

He felt it start to build deep inside him, and began sucking harder and harder. He heard Cynthia suppress a sharp gasp of air as he bit her slightly, the power of the orgasm causing his muscles to tense up. His seed erupted from his cock, still buried deep inside her.

He laid there for some time, his throbbing shaft still inside her pussy. His lips still pressed against her breasts, the milk flowing freely into him as he drifted off into oblivion.

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