Christmas Eve

At the conclusion of a recent candlelight service, our pastor asked if there was anyone who wished to be baptized, as has become our church’s tradition in recent years. Mary Beth and I stood with our baby, Matthew, and stated our wishes. When we walked down, the pastor welcomed Matthew into our church and anointed him with holy water. Then he read Galatians 3:26-27 (NIV), “So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.” After he prayed over and blessed us, the choir started singing “Silent Night.”

Once the service was over, we headed to the car. I was locking the whimpering baby’s carrier into its travel base when I heard Mary Beth let out a soft moan. Snow was falling rather heavily, so I got in, started the truck, and pulled out onto the road before looking over at my wife.

Mary Beth’s eyes met mine, filled with wanton desire and lustful need. She opened her coat, and I saw that milk had soaked through the front of her dress. She’d calmed Matthew with a bottle of expressed milk towards the end of the service, so her breast had found their own release.

My cock instantly began to swell in my pants as I reached over and pulled the elastic neckline of her top down. She shook and gasped as I grabbed her bra clasp and twisted it in my fingers. Her bra opened, and her substantial, milk-filled breasts fell free, milk dripping rapidly from her nipples. Her swollen globes had taken on a reddish-purple hue and looked hard to the touch; a few raised veins snaked over their firm surface.

Matthew’s sleepy fussing caused her milk to leak even more. Mary Beth’s eyes pleaded with me, so I reached over and massaged her left breast in a circular pattern, warming it with my palm. I had to work by feel so that I could drive safely in the falling snow. After a few minutes, I wrapped my hand into a c-shape and gave her breast a squeeze. As my fingers sank inward toward the nipple, breastmilk sprayed so forcefully that it spattered the windshield.

“Mary Beth, I can’t pull over safely,” I said, “and it isn’t a good idea for me to do this for you while I drive. So I guess you’ll have to take care of yourself.” I grinned at the thought, my cock throbbing.

“But we didn’t bring the pump, and we have no bottles,” explained Mary Beth.

“But you have a mouth…”

Mary Beth gasped at the thought of sucking her own nipples and swallowing her milk. “No, I can’t do that!”

“Yes, you can,” I encouraged.

Mary Beth trembled—not in fear, I sensed, but in nervous anticipation and perhaps a little lustiness.

“Turn to face me and slide closer,” I said. When she did, I told her to place a hand under her right breast and lift it.

“It’s sooo full!” she moaned, massaging it with her other hand. Milk leaked all over her hand and dress.

“Now wrap your hands around it behind your areola.”  I heard her gasp as she followed my instructions, but I couldn’t safely take my eyes off the road. “Now, push inward toward your chest and lift your nipple toward your face. Bring your mouth down close to it.”

She made a show of reluctance, but I didn’t mind; her shyness had my cock aching for her all the more.

“That’s a good girl. Now clamp your lips around your nipple and squeeze from back to front in a rolling motion. Hold the squeeze when you get to the top.” She’d felt me do this to her with one hand only a moment ago, so she knew what I was describing.

As Mary Beth copied my motions, streams of milk shot from the tiny ducts around and on her nipple into her mouth. Shocked, she pulled back, and her face got sprayed. Milk dripped from her chin as I glanced over to see her lower her head and mouth over her nipple again. Her cheeks hollowed, and she cut her eyes toward me as she suckled her own nipple for the first time and tasted the sweet milk her body made. She moaned, and the scent of her arousal filled the truck as her other nipple leaked milk down her front.

My cock was throbbing and pulsing, walking to explode that moment in my pants. At a stop sign, I reached down and unbuckled my belt and pants to free my throbbing cock.

Mary Beth stared at my member and moaned, swallowing faster. As she emptied the first tit, she popped the nipple noisily from her mouth. Then she lifted the other and repeated the milking procedures I’d taught her.

My cock kept jumping, precum flowing from it like a river. I knew that if I touched myself or she touched me, I would cum right then and there. Even though we were almost home, I wanted to pull over and fuck her on the truck’s front seat.

As Mary Beth popped the other nipple out of her mouth and let her empty tit fall, I caught her sexily licking milk residue from her lips. I grinned and raised the steering wheel as high as I could.

“Empty me now,” I said.

Mary Beth saw my cock leaking and jumping; she knew I was ready to explode. She gripped my shaft firmly at the base and squeezed. I bit my lip as I felt my cock jump and pulse, but she held back my cum with her firm grip. Mary Beth smiled at my evident struggle and quickly dropped her mouth over my cock. Removing her hand from my shaft, she pushed her face down until her nose pressed into my belly and the head of my cock touched the back of her mouth. Then she took a deep breath and started swallowing, milking my head with the constrictions as it slipped into her throat.

As she began to swallow faster, I erupted, and my cum shot in blasts that gushed down into her belly. Mary Beth moaned and swallowed every drop. Then I felt the vibrations of a satisfied moan as she slid my cock out of her mouth with a pop. Sitting up and opening her mouth wide, Mary Beth waited till I could glance her way and see that she’d drunk down all my cum. She giggled and smiled, so very proud of herself for not gagging.

Finally, I pulled into our drive, my cock still throbbing as it subsided, and Mary Beth kissed me deeply, sharing the taste of cum mixed with milk.

“Please put Matthew to bed and meet me at the Christmas tree,” she requested.

I pulled up my pants, grinning as I saw her get out of the truck, drop her dress, and run naked through the snow into the house.

I carried Matthew inside and changed him, then rocked him back to sleep before settling him into his crib. Then I went to the bathroom to freshen up a little. My cock began to stiffen in anticipation. As I went downstairs and entered the living room, I saw the lit Christmas tree with presents under the lowest boughs. But one particular gift caught my eye: Mary Beth lay naked except for a bow and ribbon wrapped around her breasts and between her legs.

To be continued.