"That's it for now, Gene," my attorney said at the door to his suite. "I'll give you a call when the papers come in and you can pick them up or we'll send them to you."
"Okay, Mr. Lewis," I replied.
He didn't bother with a handshake so I turned down the long dusty corridor and headed toward the old elevator. I was already thinking about things I wanted to do with my automotive shop under the auspices of my new company. I had just signed the final papers to be filed with the state forming the personal corporation for the business.
I had to wait nearly five minutes for the elevator to reach the 28th floor of the old building. It was slow and most of the more active tenants were on lower floors so it didn't surprise me that it was empty when I stepped in. I pushed the button for the ground floor and then leaned against the railing at the back of the car, resigned for a slow descent.
The old elevator creaked down, past 27, past 26, past 25, and then ground to a bouncing halt at 24. Not until a woman had stepped into the car did I look up to see a pretty young woman with a very serious look to her face. Our eyes met briefly but she glanced away before I could say hello. As she stepped into the opposite back corner of the car, I cast my eyes at the floor again and settled back. The doors crept closed and the car again started its descent with a bump.
I looked up at the floor indicator lights and watched 23 come on and go off. We went through 22, 21, 20 and 19 but then the car jolted to a stop, the floor lights went out, and the overhead light disappeared, although a little white emergency light came on, casting shadows everywhere.
The woman straightened upright and said in a scared voice, "What happened? Why aren't we moving?"
"I'm not sure. It looks to me as if the car lost power."
"I don't know. This is a very old building and an old elevator and maybe it needs repairs. It could be that the whole building has lost power. There's no way to know."
I looked over the control panel for a telephone or some way to call for help. There appeared to be a speaker in the panel but no phone. Pushing on all the buttons yielded no response until I got to the emergency button, a big red dot, which produced the sound of a distant bell ringing. However no one responded.
I checked all around the car for a way out and decided that the only escape hatch was in the ceiling and that was too tall for us to reach. I asked if she would let me boost her up to see if she could open it but she just shook her head.
I looked at the woman and realized that she was in a near panic. I said, "Look, the best thing for us to do is get comfortable. It might take a while but someone will rescue us sooner or later."
The floor was carpeted and didn't look too dirty so I settled down in my corner, leaning back against the paneling. After several minutes the woman did the same in her corner.
I awoke to a soft keening cry and realized it was coming from the woman. I reached out and touched her arm, asking, "Are you all right?"
Her response was to jerk her arm away from me and curl herself into a tighter little ball, her arms wrapped around herself in a tight hug. She again dropped her head and closed her eyes and made the same sound.
"Look. We're going to be all right if we just don't panic," I said, but it brought no response from her. I checked my watch and was surprised that I had been in the elevator for an hour and forty minutes.
I drifted back to sleep but found it was a fitful rest with the high-pitched squeal coming from her. Every so often it seemed to me like the sound grew a little bit higher in pitch. I wished there was something I could do to comfort her but she seemed to reject my attempts and there seemed to be nothing obvious that would help anyway. I dozed off again.
The next time I woke up, the woman was still in the huddled formation but leaning hard against the far wall. The sound was still constant and higher than every before.
"Ma'am, is there something I can do to help you?"
She shook her head and I thought that was the end of it but after several minutes, she said, "I should be home with my babies."
"Oh? How many do you have?"
"Boys or girls?"
"Ah! How old are they?"
"Oh? Sounds like a fun age to have children. Bet you have a lot of fun with them, right?"
"Who's keeping them?"
"Then they're in good hands, right?"
"Yes." There was a long pause before she continued, "But I need to feed them."
What was so important about... Ah! The light dawns. "Are they still nursing?"
"And you are in pain, right?"
"Can't you... well, you know... empty some of the milk?"
"I don't... don't have my pump and I've never been able to do it by hand very well."
"Oh. Well... I see the dilemma. Is there any other way?"
She shook her head but she was groaning from the pressure inside her. She dropped her head to her chest and tried to squeeze herself but nothing seemed to help. I could only guess at the pain she was in.
The minutes ticked by slowly as I wracked my brain for any idea that would help the woman but what did I know about female breast care and hygiene? I thought about offering to try to express the milk from her myself but that seemed like a rather crude suggestion... if she couldn't do it, why would I be successful?
And then a new thought occurred to me. I turned to her and said, "Ma'am? Could I take the place of your little ones?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me in horror. She shook her head and seemed to withdraw even more into the corner. The keening went on and on, growing ever higher in pitch. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to escape from her agony. According to my watch, midnight came and went, signifying more than seven hours in the tiny car.
I awoke with a start, feeling a tug at my arm. My eyes flew open and I suddenly realized that we were still in the elevator. I turned to the woman, surprised to see that she had removed her light jacket and blouse and bra, leaving her naked from the waist up.
It didn't take a genius to see what was causing her pain... her breasts were swollen until they seemed as tight as a balloon. A glance at the pile of clothes she had discarded between us showed that her bra and blouse were both stained with her milk, still wet where it had leaked out of her.
"Please suck me," she said, barely audibly. She was holding her full breasts up, her eyes were closed and her face displayed a look of resignation.
Quickly I shifted to my knees beside her and dropped my head to one of the distended nipples. It took me a few moments to get the hang of pulling and sucking the nipple so that the milk flowed but then my mouth was filled with sweet warm mother's milk. I found a rhythm and began pulling and sucking, swallowing, breathing, and then repeating the process.
It was wonderful... and terrible. In just a few minutes my neck was so sore in that position that I knew I had to find a better way. Just as I said something, she said, "I know. Here. You sit back against the car."
When I did, she got up and carefully straddled me, sitting on my lap facing me. That put her two big jugs right in front of my mouth and it worked great. I resumed sucking and she had me alternating every few minutes so that the pressure began to go down in both organs. When I reached up to hold her tit to my mouth, she didn't seem to object and after a while she began running her fingers through my hair while I nursed. The thought came that she was substituting me for her babies.
I had been at it for some time when I realized that this position had created a new problem. With her bottom sitting on my lap, my cock had inflated and was trying to push its way up and out of my pants, looking for a home in that soft round bottom. Even though I tried not to think about it, there seemed to be no way to block it out.
The pain in her breasts must have gradually eased. It seemed to me that she began to gyrate in tiny circles on my cock, which grew harder and harder. From the beginning when I had first touched her breasts, there was a gentle aroma of warm milk about her and I had occasionally gotten the heady smell of lilacs. Now it seemed to be intermingled occasionally with the wonderful smell of hot pussy.
I had concluded that I was in heaven, sucking on this pretty woman's heavy breasts, considering my penchant for big hooters, and that she was lactating was a massive bonus but it got better. Breaking the suction between my mouth and her right nipple, she stood and reached under her long skirt with both hands. A little roll of material came down her legs and she kicked it to the wall beside me and only then did I understand that she had removed her panties.
She bent forward, worked my belt free, and unzipped my pants. Deftly she reached into my jockey shorts and pulled my cock and balls free, then holding my erection aloft, she lowered herself back to my lap.
When my cock was at the wet entrance to her pussy, she looked at me and asked, "Alright?"
I could only nod my approval and she settled onto my root with three plunges. Quickly she lifted her tit back to my mouth and I resumed nursing. She leaned forward and sighed as I felt her inner muscles clench and release my grateful cock. The longer she rode me the more the magnificent smell of sex rose to my nostrils.
The longer I sucked on her tits, the thicker and sweeter the milk became until it grew harder and harder to draw it from her receptacles. Finally she gently pried my lips from her tit and said, "That's enough for now. Thank you."
She massaged her tits for a minute before saying, "That feels so much better."
After that she concentrated on the other connection between us. Her motions became more pronounced as she worked her ass around on my crotch, interspersing the circles with times where she rose and worked her bottom up and down my shaft in rapid motion, gradually working herself into an orgasmic frenzy. At last she planted her hands against the wall behind me and began jerking her head from side to side in spastic movements as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body.
I had not cum so, as soon as her climax was over, I held her generous hips and lifted my bottom over and over, ramming my cock high into her steaming cunt until I felt my balls contract. I tried to hold back but it worked for only a few seconds before I was shooting stream after stream of hot cum into her pussy until I felt it flowing back out of her and onto my nuts.
She was almost a dead weight as I guided her to a spot beside me. I carefully moved both of us down until we were lying on the floor. I hugged her to me, letting her head lay on my left arm while I draped her blouse and jacket over her. We were both tired and I hoped we could get a little sleep.
The last thing I remembered to do before I drifted off was to pick up her rolled-up panties. I sniffed them, savoring the smell of her pussy, and then stuffed them into my pants pocket.
I awoke at 6:30 that morning to find the woman carefully poking me in the chest. I opened my eyes and got my bearings and smiled at her.
"Good morning," I managed to mumble.
"Hey," she replied. "Its time to do it again."
"Huh?" I didn't comprehend.
"Drain my tits," she said, pointing them at me to show how full they were again.
By the time I got that out, she had scooted up my form enough to present her left boob to my mouth. I clamped my lips around the erect nipple and began to pull and suck. Now this was breakfast in bed!
Without the agony of being as off-schedule as she was the day before, she let me drain one tit and then switch to the other. In the meantime she fished around until she found her purse, sorted through all kinds of female things and came out with a crumpled-up breakfast bar which became her meal while her milk was all I could want.
By the time she had me switch to the second orb, the sucking must have made her horny because she began playing a hand over my crotch. After a few minutes of that, I tugged at her and she climbed on top of my exposed erection. Although she had to lean forward so I could continue to feed at her breast, it still felt good to have her pussy around my cock.
When her tit was dry enough she told me I could stop, I rolled us both over until I was in her saddle looking down at a very pretty woman. For the first time we kissed and it was oh-so-sweet. I began to slide my cock in and out of her sheath, still kissing her lips, her neck and her ear as she wiggled her ass beneath me and held on tightly.
With no place to go, I wasn't anxious to end our coupling so I took it slow and easy... my mind's eye pictured the slow movements of a walking-horse pump on an oil well, moving ever so slowly but just as surely drawing oil from the depths of the well. She was my well; our cum would be the oil and I was that slow, steady and sure pump.
The woman came four times before I felt my balls compress and begin shooting streams of hot sticky cum into her soft slick pussy. Twice, to suppress her outcry, she had dug her nails into my upper arms enough to draw blood. It felt good enough to me to be inside her that I didn't really care what she did to me. This was one of those rare times when the expression "It's all good" was really true.
Hoping that we might be rescued soon, I suggested that we clean up the car a little. That meant that we both dressed again and she put her things back in her purse and then we sat side by side to wait.
"My name is Carrie," she said.
"I'm Gene," I replied.
"Are you married?"
"No. Are you?"
"Nope. I had a boyfriend but when I got pregnant, he disappeared the day after I told him and no one knows where he went. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. Not for a while now."
"Um. What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm just an auto mechanic. I've got a little shop out in the burbs that I just bought and hope to make a living at. I was just in signing the last of the papers to form the personal corporation. I guess it's a long shot but its something I've always wanted to do."
"That sounds nice, being your own boss. Bet it takes hard work but... if it works, you gotta get a lot of satisfaction from that."
"Yeah, I'm hoping."
"I think I'd trust you to fix my car," she said somewhat wistfully.
I laughed. "Thank you. Do you work?"
"Yeah, I've got a part time job answering phones in a doctor's office."
"Its not! Same ol' people with the same ol' complaints day after day."
Just then the overhead lights came on. I reached up and pushed the button for the ground floor and the old car finally resumed its descent. It had been more than twenty hours since I boarded the elevator. Now that's slow, I thought.
It turned out that the entire northeast part of the country suffered an outage when one transmission company suffered a massive computer failure. It instantly spread until the outage covered parts or all of 16 states.
I called Carrie the day after we were finally freed from the incident in the elevator, just to make sure she was all right. Sure, I did!
I wasn't crazy. I wanted to know if I had a chance of getting some more of that. Although she had been standoffish at first and hard to get to know, I had come to like her in the time we spent together... and that's not just the sex talking either.
We talked for a half hour. She told me that all of them were okay, although her mother had been really worried about her and how she would care for the two toddlers all by herself if the outage lasted much longer. She had told Carrie that the two little ones had been fine until they got to missing their mama's milk at dinner time and then it had taken a long time to get them to go to sleep. But once they did, everything was okay.
I asked Carrie, somewhat awkwardly I admit, if I could take her... and her family... to dinner sometime soon. She started to decline but then turned the offer around and invited me to have dinner with them and she would do the cooking. I accepted.
I busied myself with getting my shop ready for opening and arranging for some handbills to be distributed at a local mall as my way of advertising. I had hired a young man just out of high school to be my right hand man. Even though I was paying him little more than minimum wage, between that and various fixed expenses, if business didn't come in quickly, I was going to be hurting financially.
On Friday morning, I opened the shop for business for the first time and within the first hour, took in four modest sized jobs and turned away an inquiry about a service I didn't provide. All in all, I took that morning's activity to be a good omen for things to come.
Flushed with the success of completing my first four jobs successfully before closing, as well as taking in three others we would start the follow morning, I showed up at Carrie's door at 7:30, freshly scrubbed, combed and casually dressed.
It turned out that they were living in government-subsidized housing and, as those places frequently are, they had a down-at-the-heel look about them, because the landlord did as little maintenance to them as possible. Nevertheless I thought the interior looked relatively neat and clean when Carrie let me in, even though a few toys were scattered here and there.
The little boy and girl were clinging to Carrie as she greeted me, as if they were afraid she was leaving them. They were cute little tykes, both with starkly blonde hair and slightly chubby features. I took an instant liking to them and knelt in front of Carrie to greet them. Carrie introduced them as Terry and Traci and I tried to get Terry to shake my hand, to no avail until I turned and offered my hand to Traci. Then Terry wanted to shake my hand. That seemed to break the ice and from then on, the three of us were friends.
Carrie sent the kids to play in their room and then pulled me into a kitchen-dining room combination. She introduced me to her mother, who asked me to call her Stacy. She was, like Carrie, a very pretty woman albeit an older version. She had a very similar face, very easy to look at, with dark brown eyes that looked like bottomless pools I could get lost in. Her figure was a little more robust than Carrie's, very nicely formed and matured, heavy around the top and bottom, modest in the middle and shapely legs showing below the hem of her dress. I took an immediate liking to her too.
I could smell food cooking and my stomach growled at me from the good food odors but Carrie said I had to wait a bit yet. She gathered the two little ones, changed into night clothes, and took them to the family room where she sat in an upholstered rocker. She unbuttoned her dress down to the waist and shrugged it off her shoulders, unhooked her bra and let it fall behind her. The children knew what was coming and were trying to climb into her lap.
Stacy asked Carrie if she didn't want me to sit with her in the kitchen but Carrie said that she would like me to stay and talk to her. I was pleased that she let me stay and watch, in part because I already had a rampaging hard-on that would be difficult to hide if I had to walk somewhere.
It amazed me that a woman no larger than Carrie could settle one of these wiggling squirming balls of energy on each side and cradle it to her breast while it sucked the juice of life from her body. Carrie smiled at me and asked how I liked her babies. I said that she had produced two very cute and lovable children, in spite of their father being a classic asshole. The smile broadened.
As I watched, I noticed that the longer the babies nursed on their mother's tits, the longer it took them to rest and begin sucking again. There may have even been a little sleeping along the way. It was nearly 8:30 when Carrie whispered, "That's it."
She asked me if I would take Traci. Not very confidently, I cradled the little girl in my arms as Carrie stood with Terry. I followed her into a bedroom that was crowded with two cribs and a single sized bed. Carrie carefully laid Terry in a crib decorated with a blue sheet and told me to put Traci in the bed with the pink sheet. It felt awkward but good when the little girl sighed and turned onto her knees and chest and settled right back to sleep. Both of them looked like little angels.
Carrie took my hand and pulled me over to sit on the bed. She stood between my knees, her bare breasts prominently at my face level. She whispered, "You've got five minutes if you want it, honey."
I pulled her closer to me and sucked a nipple into my mouth. The children had not drained her and warm, sweet, rich milk was soon streaming into my mouth. I let my hands rove over her back while I vacuumed her tittie, then let them drop until I was cupping her buttocks. I started to slip my hands under her skirt but she stopped me, saying, "We have to save something for later."
Carrie let me nurse at each of her faucets for several minutes before she said, "That's enough. Let's go eat."
I stood up and gave her a tonsil-tasting kiss, then replied, "I thought I just did."
She laughed and pulled me toward the kitchen as she buttoned her dress. She had me sit at the table while she and her mom finished dinner and put it on the table.
While we ate, they told me that Stacy had been married to an older man and Carrie was their only child. Four years earlier Carrie's dad had suffered a series of strokes over a period of seven months, the last one of which was fatal.
As a teenager Carrie had been very rebellious, running away several times for as long as a few months at a time. Eventually she had come to realize that things at home weren't all that bad and she had come back to stay, finally finishing high school a year late. However she met a guy she thought was her proverbial soul mate and moved in with him. When her father died less than a year later, she regretted leaving her mother alone but felt she had to live her life.
Two years later she was pregnant with twins and alone. Mom had welcomed her home but they found themselves in financial difficulties and had been struggling ever since. However, Carrie said, "I wouldn't change a thing if I had to give up my babies. They have been worth everything we've gone through."
"Absolutely," seconded Stacy.
"I think I can understand that," I said. "They are mighty precious kids."
We finished up with desert, a very delicious homemade apple cobbler with vanilla ice cream. I sat back and said, "Thank you both for a very delicious meal. That was fantastic."
Carrie sent me back to the family room while they cleared the dishes, then she joined me and we sat together on the couch talking for a while. She said that her mom had gone to bed.
A little after 10 o'clock, as I was thinking that I might have overstayed my welcome on a first date, Carrie took me by the hand and led me to the second bedroom. She told me that it was her mother's room but she had agreed to swap with Carrie that night... not the brightest bulb in the pantry, it still didn't take me long to figure out that it was going to be my lucky night.
Carrie turned and put her arms around me, turning her face up for me to kiss. Her lips were so soft and sweet but her tongue was insistent and demanding so I gave back some of the same. My hands began to explore her body. A few minutes later, she was tugging at my belt, unzipping my pants and pulling off my shirt.
Naked and more desirable than I remembered from our encounter in the elevator, Carrie climbed into the bed and turned to receive me. We cuddled and kissed and explored each other's bodies for a long, slow, sultry time before she urged me to mount her.
But first I wanted to taste the rest of her. I paused momentarily again at her breasts, smelling a mixture of milk, baby powder and a very faint sweet perfume I couldn't name. I moved on down her form, across her stomach, pausing to kiss the faint stretch marks left by her pregnancy. Then holding her knees up, I licked her inner thighs, swapping from leg to leg and gradually settled to the real issue at hand, the crease between her legs.
I could smell the heady aroma of a woman aroused, feel on my face the heat from her core, and then I tasted the sweet/tart flavor of her juices, little flecks of which dotted the soft hair around the puffy, bright red outer lips of her slit. I lapped up all the little drops I could find and then using my hands to slowly spreading her layer by succulent fleshy layer, I devoured every taste I could find.
At last I sank my tongue into her opening, finding a whole new treasure of her juices that I set about to lick up. Although it was a world of difference from the taste of the milk from her breasts, it was just as savory... and a whole lot more rewarding when I felt Carrie yank my head into her core, stiffen her legs like a ballerina, and shiver through several seconds of pure lustful pleasure.
As Carrie was quaking through her climax, I moved up her form and paused with the throbbing purple head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. When she relaxed, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me and said, "I am SO ready, baby. Do it!"
I eased my hips forward, feeling the most delicious sensation in the world as the head of my dick slipped into her tight little pussy, so wet and slick and welcoming. Just one thrust put my whole eight-inch shaft inside her and the rubber-band-like grip of her cunt around the root of my member was so very magnificent.
Leaning on my elbows, I worked my forearms under her and hugged her to me as we shared a long, spit-swapping kiss. Carrie locked her legs around my waist and started a rocking motion that pulled my sword out of her sheath and then swallowed it up again. All I had to do was hold on and keep our lips locked together.
Carrie kept us going for several minutes before she got tired. Then I began thrusting my hips, forcing my cock through cycle after cycle into her love box, rocking on her mound with each completed cycle until she hissed through clenched teeth, "I'm cumming, babeeeee!"
Just seconds later my balls retracted into hard little eggs and exploded, spitting shot after shot of hot slick sperm deep into her pussy.
When my cock deflated and plopped out of Carrie, I gingerly lay beside her and she rolled into my arms where we hugged and kissed through the afterglow of magnificent sex. I was thinking that I should get dressed and head home when she whispered, "You're welcome to stay the night if you'd like."
I just smiled and we went to sleep nestled together.
The morning after I spent that first night in bed with Carrie, I awoke to a strange feeling. It took me a few seconds to remember that Carrie had invited me to spend the night and I was still in her bed... actually her mother's bed but they had swapped for the evening so Carrie and I could have some play time... and I was still naked.
I opened my eyes facing the left side of the bed to see Carrie in the early morning light, sitting in a wooden rocker, still naked and with her babies arranged in her arms so that one was nursing on each of her big milk-laden tits. One look at the loving scene... and her exposed breasts... and I was sporting a new hard-on.
Only then, upon hearing a soft expelling of breath, did I realize that someone else was on the bed with me. I turned toward the source of the sound to see Stacy, Carrie's mom, sitting on the side of the bed staring at my erect cock. I turned red with embarrassment and searched for a sheet or something to cover myself with but there was nothing.