“Oh! Careful, baby! You might-” Tug! “KYAAAAAAHHHHNNN!”
His face stared in awe and wonder at the unexpected arcs of alabaster liquid that came from Eleanor’s nipples. That smell… He collected some from her titflesh on his finger, tasting it with a tentative lick.
“Milk?”
Eleanor’s face was bright red. Her tits were stationary in John’s lap and around his cock, her hands moving to cover her face in a surprising break in the seducer’s confidence. “Oooh… Ya found my secret…” she whined. “Yeah, ol’ Ellie, raised on a South Carolina dairy farm… G’head and make yer jokes, cowboy…”
Her blue, bespectacled eyes were tearing up… For a girl who’d been eagerly and confidently rubbing and titfucking his cock and took charge after she found a scrawny naked guy in the empty hallways during the big game…
She looked surprisingly vulnerable.
…And that was coming from the petite naked guy in the girls’ bathroom!
John smirked at the buxom blonde. “Wow, you really are a cow,” he said. The words cut deep and the girl whimpered, biting her lower lip. Yet, at the same time, her nipples leaked a bit more milk and her pale, freckled face flushed. John knew from health class that arousal and stimulation from someone the woman liked could increase oxytocin levels… Did she just get a little turned on from being called a cow?
John leaned forward over her breasts resting in his lap, a small hand cupping her cheek. “But cows are cute… And your milky tits are a beauty to be treasured.”
A squeak came out of Eleanor’s mouth. Her face was so red it was reaching the top of her giant tits. She looked surprisingly meek. “Y…Ya’ll don’t m-mean that…” she said, her voice cracking as her eyes teared up. “N-No one’s… No one’s ever seen my boobies or their milk n’… n’ said that about ’em.”
John was starting to think that, while she had lots of sexual confidence initiating and taking the lead, she had very little defense when it came to having the tables turned on her. Filing that nugget away for later investigation, hee reached down and rubbed a hand over the top of one of her tits, causing a shuddering breath to escape Eleanor’s lips.
“I mean it, Ellie. By the way, I know this isn’t exactly the right order of things while you’re got my dick wedged between your cow tits,” that term caused another sexual shudder to run through her. “But I’m John. John Bennett.”
“Eleanor Fairbreast, but…” She giggled, causing her tits to jiggle in his lap with his penis still between them. “Ya can call me Ellie like ya just did.”
“Good.” John raised his hand up high, and before Ellie could tell what was going to happen, he brought it down, smacking the top of her left tit as hard as he could.
The audible slap of the contact echoed through the empty bathroom, sending ripples through the fat boob flesh that he’d just spanked, leaving a visible red handprint. Ellie threw her head back, letting out an anguished gurgle. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
“Did you just…?”
Ellie lowered her head, her freckled face red as a tomato and biting her lip. She could only nod, ashamed that she’d had an orgasm from that.
John grinned. “Wow, that was downright masochistic of you. Now, finish the job on your cowboy’s dick, cow.”
She seemed to visibly get hornier at the way he put that. She redoubled her efforts on the titjob, but after foreplay like that, it really didn’t take much longer. As he watched the suddenly cowed woman passionately giving her owl in a titfuck for him, he felt the inevitable bubbling up from his loins. His load shot upright like a fountain from his hard cock, landing atop Ellie’s massive melons with excess running off onto the counter. He spurted three times, the last much smaller than the other two, before his erection began to rapidly deflate within its marshmallow prison. Panting, Ellie pulled away, stumbling a bit from lightheadedness until she fell forward, her head in John’s lap. With her chin in the cleft between his thighs, his softening cock fell against her face, a little dollop of leftover semen touching her cheek. She looked up at it, then John.
“Hey, baby…”
“Yeah?” he panted.
“Did you uh…” her cheeks flushed and she directed a shy smile up at John from his lap. “Did y’all wanna go on a date sometime?”
Uhhh… He reached over, gently ruffling Eleanor’s blonde hair. She gave what sounded like a purr at the affectionate yet patronizing gesture. Shit… what was he gonna get into if he said yes?
-o-
After giving him her cami to wear, the still-topless Eleanor carried (yes, carried) John out into the school. With surprising luck thanks to the climax of the game outside, he didn’t see anyone as they headed for the parking lot. There, Eleanor set him down by a bicycle with a rear basket, attached cargo trailer, flag, water bottle holder, headlights, rear lights, horn… Wow, this thing was really tricked out with tons of accessories. Was that little electronic thing on the handlebar a GPS, or something?
Eleanor climbed onto the bicycle after unlocking it from the bike rack. She turned to John and pat her lap. “Ya can direct me where to go from up here, baby,” she said, a warm smile on her face. Despite being topless in the school parking lot, she seemed completely unashamed. It was almost like right now, John was her whole world, and everything else was an afterthought…
To be honest, he was emotionally and physically drained after tonight, so he didn’t object when she reached down. He raised his hand to accept and she pulled him up into her lap. John managed to bury himself into her warm, soft tits, noting the feel of his bare bottom on her skirt.
Aside from directions to his house, they didn’t really talk on the way there. John was pretty sure Eleanor couldn’t think of what to talk about after the experience they just had. As she rode into the suburbs and pulled up in front of his house, he hopped off her lap. Ellie put down her kickstand and walked him to the door. Once there, rather than entering through it, John made his way to the side fence, much to Eleanor’s visible confusion. It was his secret entrance, a gap below the gate that only he was small enough to fit through. Before he could climb in though, Eleanor cleared her throat. He stopped mid-crouch, looking up at her.
With an uncharacteristically shy smile, she stepped forward and, with a quick motion, pulled her cami up and off him, leaving John naked. Before he could actually react and cover his dick, she picked him up and pulled him into a hug, squeezing the young man into her bare tits and leaving his legs to wrap around her waist for support.
“What the f-” he began.
“Um… So, did y’all, uh… What was your answer to my… proposition?” she asked. Despite having just stripped him and pulled his naked body into a bare boobiehug, Eleanor’s face was bright pink and she was looking away, clearly nervous and vulnerable.
John sighed. With the time it took to get there, his dick had recovered, and it was now hard and pressing firmly into Eleanor’s torso, making it harder to think. “Fine. One date. We’ll see how it goes.”