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Authors name: William Bonner
Story Title : KELLY'S MILK
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A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ADVENTURE IN BABY-SITTING
A story about My very first time
"The baby-sitter will be here soon," mother
called. Billy, fifteen years old and frustrated, scowled
from the other room. Although the baby-sitter was osten-
sibly for his six-month-old sister, Katie, he knew he'd
be told to mind her as well. He couldn't leave, and he
had to do what she said. In another year, he could be a
baby-sitter too, if he were a girl. It was aggravating.
The doorbell rang as Billy's mother was putting
on her sweater. Billy positioned himself in the kitchen
to get a good look at the visiting duchess as the door
opened.
"Hello, Kelly," he heard his mother say.
The girl who walked in was about his height,
with slim features and dark brown hair that swirled to a
rest around her shoulders. She was wearing a short skirt
and casual blue blouse. Billy noticed she had a big bust
and that she was pretty.
"Hello, Barbara," said Kelly.
As the two women talked, Billy thought about the
injustice of it all. This girl looked about 19... they
could have gone to grammar school together...and yet she
would have control over everything he did that night.
He'd do chores. He'd do homework. She'd hand out the
orders.
Billy listened to the girl's voice, it was soft
and husky and feminine, and it made her seem older than
she looked. Maybe it was the way she acted, too, talking
to his mother as if they were PTA chums; something about
this girl made her seem older, even though it was appar-
ent she wasn't. He'd noticed this before in other baby-
sitters, even ones who were obviously still in high
school (they wore letter jackets). This maturity factor
wasn't a new phenomenon, but it perplexed him some be-
cause he couldn't tell exactly why these girls seemed
this way.
"Billy," summoned his mother. Billy approached
the two women. "Billy, this is Kelly Singer, and she'll
be in charge here tonight. I want you to mind her as if
she were me."
"Hi, Billy," intoned Kelly with a gravely-soft-
ness.
Yup, Billy had seen this coming. He was to "mind
her." She was in charge. She was Head Bitch. But it
might not be too bad. Kelly was, Billy granted, attrac-
tive, really... more than attractive: she was sort of
sexy. Never mind that she was intimidatingly, author-
itatively, confidently sexy. Out of his league as she
was, this Kelly Singer girl was a babe.
"Hi," chirped back Billy.
Kelly and Billy's mom continued their conversa-
tion, exchanging last minute questions and instructions.
Most of Kelly's questions were about his baby sister.
Then his mother headed out the door. "I'm going
to hang up my sweater and check on the baby," Kelly an-
nounced to Billy. "How about if you get your Monopoly
game out? Could you do that?"
Billy shrugged and headed for the closet.
"C'mon, Billy, we'll make the best of it,"
smiled Kelly as she left the room. She can read minds,
too, Billy said to himself as he dug through Scatter-
gories, Yahtzee, and Life.
Kelly and Billy sat on the living room rug,
moving the pieces around the board, buying property.
Kelly would occasionally give him an acknowledging smile
or nod. Billy's mind was elsewhere, trying to pierce
this Kelly girl's world. What would it be like to know
her, to go on dates with her? She was really pretty, and
her tits seemed provocatively big for the size of her
frame. Full and round, like tangerines. He wondered what
they looked like. He'd seen his mother's nipples when
she nursed his sister. Were they puffy and oversized
like that before you had a baby? No, probably not. He
wondered if Kelly ever did it with her boyfriends. Pro-
bably not, he mused; she was probably content to drive
all the guys crazy.
Kelly asked him what grade he was in, and
whether he had a girlfriend yet. Billy blushed as he
answered. She asked what he thought of his baby sister;
she was okay, he replied, trying to maintain a cool
aire. But Katie wouldn't be of much use until she was a
little older.
This made Kelly laugh. As she did, a crying
emitted from down the hall -- the baby.
"Oops, feeding time," announced Kelly.
"How can you tell?" asked Billy.
"Just can. Want to watch?"
"Uh, well . . ."
"Come on, Bill. You can keep me company." Kelly
smiled, then started down the hall. "And can you grab a
towel on the way?"
Billy obliged, and found Kelly picking up the
infant when he got to the baby's room. She cuddled the
child expertly in her arms; she knew just how to hold
it.
But then, instead of reaching for the bottle
that was sitting on the nightstand, Kelly began to un-
button her blouse! Billy's eyes widened. She finished
unbuttoning quickly, and opened her shirt with a flick
of her hand. Her pert bra cup stood straight out. Kelly
fingered a latch on its front, and part of the cup un-
hinged and fell open.
Her nipple was big and round and red, and it was
swollen as big as his mother's had ever been. Kelly
swiftly brought the baby up to meet her big breast, and
guided its mouth towards the nipple. Kelly pinched her
breast a bit, and tickled the infant's mouth with the
red, inflamed end. Then, when the baby opened its mouth
wide, Kelly drew it nearer, pulling the little mouth to
surround the nipple.
"Can you hand me the towel, Billy?" dripped her
honey-coated sandpaper voice. She put the towel under
her big breast, to make sure milk didn't spill onto the
floor.
Billy was still in a state of shock. "Um, wh-
what are you doing?" he stammered.
"I'm nursing her," Kelly replied with a matter-
of-fact smile. "You understand what nursing is, don't
you?"
Billy nodded faintly. "But I thought you had to
have a baby to do that."
"No, you really don't," she said, looking down
at her suckled breast. "Any girl can do it if she wants
to, once she's about 13. You have to provide the proper
stimulation, like with a breast pump.
"See, my mom started me about four years ago,
when she got remarried and had twins. She just didn't
have enough milk for both of them, so she got me started
nursing too.
And now she baby-sits a bunch of neighborhood
kids, so, it's like, she needs me. All it takes is for
one of them to fall down and cry, and then you've got
a whole roomful of two and three-year-olds crying at
once. It's a mess! But usually, I'm laying out in the
backyard or something, and she calls me, and I come in.
I just take off my bikini top and take one kid at each
boob, and between us we've got the whole room quiet
again."
Kelly looked down at Billy's infant sister, who
had fallen asleep. Kelly lowered her voice as she
gingerly pulled the baby's mouth from her nipple.
"Plus," she said, "breast feeding makes my boobs bigger,
and I like that." She smiled as she put the baby back
into the crib.
They were sitting in the living room on the
couch. Kelly's blouse was covering her chest, but it was
still unbuttoned.
"Billy," she said. He looked up with a start.
"Hey, um, I've never nursed anyone who isn't a baby, you
know? And so I was wondering if you might like to try it
and we can see what it's like. Me nursing you, I mean."
She was smiling, a little awkwardly.
Billy felt hot and light-headed. But something
wouldn't even let him stop to think about it. He moved
in towards Kelly, who gently opened her blouse and un-
fastened her other bra cup.
"Here," she whispered, "you can take the other
one."
He leaned down to Kelly's chest, feeling his
heart pounding in his neck. The warmth of her round
breast was getting nearer; he nervously opened his mouth
and took in as much of it as he could.
He sucked. Nothing.
He kept sucking. He was enraptured anyway.
"Billy," she said gently, "take less of it in
your mouth. Just suck the aureole.. this red puffy patch
right here.. and suck hard. You won't hurt me."
He sucked her aureole, and sucked hard. Streams
of warm, sour milk spilled into his mouth. Kelly sighed
softly and put her hand behind his head, holding him to
her.
"It's not that I really wanted to do anything
with you," she said, gasping slightly. "I just wanted to
try this."
As he nursed from Kelly, Billy noticed her hips
beginning to sway. She rubbed a hand down his chest,
then found the lump between his legs.
"Oh, god, Billy. Could you take your hand and
touch me right there?" She put his hand up her skirt,
onto her warm crotch. "Yes, that feels nice."
It took only a minute of Billy touching her this
way before Kelly sat up and hiked off her panties.
"Billy," she gushed, "let me see your dick."
His hands were shaking, but he got his zipper
down. His dick stood up straight and hard. Kelly was
already lying on her back, spreading her legs under his
body. She touched his cock with her hand, and then
guided it between her legs.
As he looked down, Billy was overwhelmed; he saw
her moving his dick toward the pink opening that divided
her brown pubic hair. She had more than him! He saw wet-
ness practically dripping from the opening, and was sur-
prised at how pungent the odor was.
He saw his cock begin to slip smoothly into her
cunt. He couldn't believe the softness, the tightness,
and how warm it felt. He couldn't believe how easily it
slid in despite the tightness. He couldn't believe how
much Kelly was moaning. She wasn't letting up. When he
started pumping his dick in and out of her instinctively
....she moaned louder. "Yes," she cried in a breathy
voice. "Do it just like that."
It must have been the nervousness... Billy was
sure he would have come before now. But as good as it
felt, he didn't think he was going to yet. He started
pumping as hard and fast as he could, not sure how long
this should last, and afraid he wouldn't come at all.
Kelly's moans took on a tone of surprise. They
quickened. Then, Billy felt Kelly's vagina tighten
around him as he pumped in and out. Her mouth was wide
open, but no noise was coming out. This lasted for some
time, about 30 seconds, before she fell limp.
"What's wrong," he asked, worried. "I didn't
hurt you--"
"You made me come, hard," she smiled breathles-
sly. "Do it again. Just like that."
Billy bounced on her hard and fast again, and
soon enough, he felt the heat rise and the velvet walls
tighten. He pumped even harder, and Kelly let out a
little scream. He was slamming into her, and she gave no
sign of letting up. It lasted for minutes. For a moment,
Kelly would catch her breath, but then she'd gasp and
start coming again. She was having orgasms every few
seconds! Orgasms that lasted half a minute, even a
minute each.
Billy was starting to get tired, and he was
really getting turned on. He leaned down to Kelly's big
breast and sucked some milk from it. Kelly, at a point
of impossible build-up, let out a banshee scream and
came as hard and long as she ever had. As Billy's body
slapped up against Kelly, he could feel his own climax
starting deep within him. It rose quickly, and peaked
fast, forcing him to spurt jet after jet of his come
into Kelly.
As it subsided, he leaned on her, resting. His
head was near her breast. He took it into his mouth
again, and as milk trickled continuously from her
nipple, Kelly's orgasms continued.
Were baby-sitters vicious tyrants? Billy asked
himself as he sucked Kelly's tit. Sometimes, he supposed
but when they ran the house like she did, heck, he
couldn't complain.
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WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day
and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected
sex with strangers. This story is for entertainment
not to be imitated. You only have one body per life
time... Take good care of it... Kristen
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