Chapter 15: Amanda’s burning body

Amanda felt lonely, with Arthur out of the house sleeping somewhere else. It had been so brief, but she was already deeply used to his presence.

However, she also felt happy that she would have some time to herself, because her body had been burning recently. Since she had started lactating... Actually, since she began living with a man like Arthur, she had felt horny every day.

And with him in the house most of the time, she felt embarrassed to masturbate. She moaned loudly and knew he could hear her during the night.

So having him out was actually a great opportunity. For that, she had bought a new sex toy, which was supposed to suck the milk from her tits.

She tested it while reading her favorite erotic novel and concluded it was a bit painful. At the very least, it was not as pleasurable as expected.

But reading a good smut story while stimulating her own nipples felt nice. And she needed to suck her tits dry so she would stop lactating.

So she continued to do it for a long time, completely losing track of time. Before she knew it, the night was coming to an end, but her body was burning hotter than ever.

So much so that she had to open her window, letting some of the heat radiate out.

And once she had finally extracted all the milk her body produced, somehow filling a full gallon, she began hammering a big dildo into her cunt.

Her loud moans filled the house.

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Meanwhile, Arthur was dying.

Not metaphorically. He was physically dying from lack of oxygen. And the crisis forced his mind awake.

He couldn’t see anything properly, his face was being smashed between Iris’s breasts, his nose flat against her sternum, his mouth sealed against warm skin, with absolutely zero access to oxygen.

He wasn’t sure how, but the oversized t-shirt she normally wore was gone, and the only thing still hiding her boobs was a lacy black bra.

Anyway, his first priority was getting a bit of oxygen, so he squirmed, trying to escape her embrace. Surprisingly, her arms were tightly locked around his body, and escaping proved harder than expected.

Giving up for now, he tried to analyze his situation as his mind slowly woke up. He remembered beating Iris at Mario Kart a few times and then... They had probably fallen asleep on the sofa together.

Why she was shirtless, he had no idea. But if possible, he would like to escape her. Not wanting to be too violent, he squirmed downward, trying to slip out through the bottom.

His face dragged down her body, from her big, perfect tits, past her ribs, past her stomach, and then, when he was almost free, her legs shifted.

Thick thighs closed around his head, smashing his face against her pussy this time. The thin cotton of her micro shorts barely counted as a barrier between his nose and her cunt.

He could feel her delicious, thick thighs pressing against his face as the soft smell of her arousal invaded his nostrils.

With no other option, he became more aggressive, shoving his hand against her thigh and pushing harder, finally forcing his head free.

"Fuck..." he breathed heavily, the whole ordeal much more intense than he had expected.

Then his eyes fell on Iris. He was sure she would wake up, but she just shifted, lying completely vulnerable on the sofa, her legs spread open.

Her hair was a tangled mess, splayed across the cushion and over his shoulder. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing deep and even.

It was impossible not to notice how impossibly beautiful her body was. He could now see how his teacher’s waist was impossibly narrow, curving outward into hips that were impressively wide.

Below, the thin shorts she’d changed into clung to the full curve of her hips and rode up her thighs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Arthur’s mouth went dry, and he blushed as he remembered how he had been centimeters away from this beautiful woman’s pussy just a few seconds earlier.

And just at that moment, Iris blinked one eye open, yawned, and stretched, making her boobs strain against her bra, which seemed one instant away from snapping under the pressure.

"Good morning..." the woman said slowly. Then she glanced toward the window. "Wait... it’s still really early."

She yawned, rolled onto her side, and promptly closed her eyes again. Arthur stared at her for a few seconds before quietly deciding that leaving was probably the safest option.

He slipped out of the apartment and headed toward Amanda’s house. However, the moment he opened the front door, a sudden gust of wind blew through the hallway, pushing Amanda’s already-ajar bedroom door wider.

Arthur glanced inside. Their eyes met, and both of them turned red as tomatoes.

Arthur would never be able to forget what he saw that day: Amanda lying on her bed, completely naked and sweaty, her legs spread wide and a toy tucked deep into her dripping cunt.

Her back was arching, her face laced with pleasure, her left hand squeezing her left tit, and her tongue out, just like in an ahegao pose.

"Sorry," he said, closing her bedroom door as fast as he could and turning away.

The first thing that came to his mind was that he should go for a run, but then he thought Amanda could end up worrying if he did that.

In the end, he decided to sit on the sofa and use his cellphone, trying to forget everything. But it was impossible to forget.

And just three minutes later, Amanda came out, her face flushed, her expression serious.

"Arthur, we... we need to talk," she managed, her eyes dropping lower, where she could see the obvious bulge in his pants.