Got Milk?

*Explicit Sexual Content, for readers over 18 only

“Got Milk” From the DESIRES anthology (Literary Erotica) by Monika Elaine AKA Monica Jackson “Monika Elaine’s “Got Milk?” finds robust eroticism lurking in a most prosaic ingredient. A woman who considers herself not sexually forward ends up in a hot and hilarious threesome brought on by that television commercial tagline. The borrowing-a-cup-of-something-from-a-neighbor scenario is infused with new meaning. “The milk hit the linoleum with a soft thud…Scrambling gracelessly for a moment, I landed at his feet, my robe wide open, naked body exposed and legs splayed open.”–Debra Boxer

Got Milk?

I woke up to the glaring whiteness of new fallen snow peeking through the openings of my curtains and groaned. I hate snow. The pristine whiteness that delighted others simply signified discomfort, cold, and wetness, not to mention the misery of driving in it to me. But what the hell, it’s Sunday morning, and I’m not going anywhere. Glancing at the alarm clock, I realized it was an hour later than the time than I usually got up. I yawned, stretched and fell back on the bed.

An emptiness gnawed inside me. I had been in this podunk Midwestern town for six months, and my life had degenerated into a routine of work, home and back to work again. I needed a man. A nice, big hard man. The thought immediately brought my dream man to mind, and caused my hand to drift down in between my brown thighs. I stroked my warm moist cleft slowly feeling the growing dampness at the thought of dream man and the hard cock attached to him.

I imagined stroking its warm silky skin, feeling it grow and harden beneath my fingers. I swirled my thumb over my wet clit and imagined my thumb moving over the hole in his red swollen cock head, wet with his pre-come. I wanted to taste it. I slid down his long hard body and hungrily took his cock between my generous lips, and my dark brown hair fell over my eyes, obscuring his feature. I don’t exactly know what my dream man looks like, only that he was fine. Soooo fine and all mine. My tongue swirled around the tip of his dick, and my hot mouth engulfed him. He tasted heavenly, sweet and salty, all man.
My fingers dipped deep into my pussy. A soft sigh escaped my lips. Now, his tongue was lashing my clit in a regular tireless ryhthm. Ahhhh, it, felt so good. I shoved my fingers as deep as they would go into my wet, slickness working them furiously. My hips bucked as I imagined his cock plunging . . .

The door bell rang right before I rolled off the precipice and came. I cursed with frustration. It rang a second time, insistently. I rolled out of bed in one smooth motion and grabbed my white terry cloth robe, and drew it over my body, my pussy wet and dripping, my large brown nipples hard and tingling. If this was someone I didn’t want to see, I’d be pissed. Hell, I was already pissed. Too bad I wasn’t the type to ignore a demanding doorbell. It sounded again and I cast once last regretful glance at my rumpled bed, resentful that the man I dreamed up wasn’t in it.

I pulled open the door, not bothering to rearrange my features into a mask of politeness. My neighbor who stood there, and I frowned at him. He’d just moved in a few weeks ago. He’d spoke to me once or twice and I responded, but he was hardly my dream man. My dream man was at least six foot two, with rock hard conditioned muscles. He had the type of face and body made other woman cast envious glances at me.

The white guy standing in my door way was average height, probably around 5′10, average build, not fat, not skinny, but hardly buff.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” he was saying.

I raised an inquiring eyebrow at him. I usually made guys nervous. My brother once told me it was a combination of my looks, brains and “don’t give a damn attitude.” It was true I didn’t give a damn my looks. I rarely looked in a mirror, except when I brushed my teeth. I knew I looked all right, long, wild black hair, smooth brown skin that only needed a touch of make up, if any. I shopped only when necessary, and rarely got dressed up, wore jewelry and full make up and did all that other stuff all us women are supposed to not be able to live without doing. Perhaps once I met dream man, I’d frill up a little, but until then it was simply too much trouble.

Now, sensual pleasures I always had time for, hot scented baths, the exhilarated feel of my body after a good work out, the wrung out feeling after I came hard . . .

“I just wanted to know if you had some milk. I’m all out, and I poured a bowl of my favorite cereal . . .” The guy stammered and shivered, and I decided to take pity on him.

I let a small smile play around my lips. “Just like the commercial.”

“Yeah,” he answered, a look of relief crossing his feature.

“Come in out of the cold,” I said, stepping aside. The hotness in my pussy was fading away, and I felt more charitable. “I have some milk, I?ll get you some. I turned and walked into the kitchen, sensing instead of hearing him follow me.

I didn’t look behind me, and opened the refrigerator, bending down to pick up the gallon container of milk. When I stood up and took a step behind me, I bumped into him. I felt his hands linger on my behind.

“Steady there,” he murmured.

Suddenly warmth flowed back between my legs. I don’t know if it was the low deep maleness of his voice, or if I’d caught his scent, and his male pheromones excited a primal response within me. Whatever it was, he turned me on. The soft, nubby texture of the terry cloth robe felt good sliding on my bare nipples, as I set the milk on the counter. I felt the belt of the robe loosen. I didn’t bother to tighten it.

I’ve never been exactly sexually forward before, preferring to take my risks in the realm of imagination rather than reality. But I blamed it on my hormones when I didn’t turn around, but instead took a tiny step back, then another, until I was full up against his body. God, I needed a fuck. It had been so long, and my pussy was on fire for the feel of real cock filling it.

He didn’t move anything except his hands. They curved around my body, and settled my hips. I pushed my bottom against him and felt his hardness. His cock was lodged in the small of my back, since I’m not a tall woman. I moved sinuously against him, feeling the wetness gather like dew in between my legs. He made a small sound deep in his throat, almost like a moan. Yes.

I wanted him inside me. Now. It wasn’t thought that propelled me as I turned around swiftly and leaned back against the counter where I’d set the milk. I pulled the end of my belt and let my robe fall open. The guy looked stunned, as if I’d just slapped him. His eyes narrowed and his face slightly reddened. I let my gaze drop to assess the effect below his belt. Satisfactory, very satisfactory.

So you can imagine how I felt when he reached around me and grabbed the milk.
“My girlfriend is back at my apartment waiting for the milk,” he mumbled.

I felt my face burn as I drew my robe together and pulled the belt tight. For once on my life I take the dive to boldly seduce a guy, and see what happens. So much for my brother’s pronouncement of looks, brains and attitude. I felt ugly, stupid, and shamed.

“I’m sorry,” he said, making it even worse.

“Take the whole gallon, why don’t you? Why don’t you take the whole gallon and just leave?”

He stood there.

“Go on,” I said, anger surged within me and I gave him a little push.

The milk hit the linoleum with a soft thud, much softer than the sound of the liquid that erupted and splashed me from head to toe with a frigid shock of whiteness. I jumped in pure reflex and my feet slid out from under me. Scrambling gracelessly for a moment, I landed at his feet, my robe wide open, naked body exposed and legs splayed open.

I couldn’t move, just laid there breathing hard, feeling the wet greasiness of the milk drip off my chin and nose and trickle into every crevice of my body. Tears of humiliation welled up within my eyes.

Then I heard a quivery female voice call out from my front door. “Rick? Excuse me, is Rick there?”

“Shit,” he said. “That’s her.” He ran a hand through his hair and straightened up.
Then I heard her step through the door. What was wrong with the bitch, just walking into somebody’s house?

“Shit,” Rick said again, and strode out of the kitchen. “Here, I am,” he called just as sweet as you please, just as if a naked woman who’d tried to seduce him wasn’t lying in a gallon of milk in the middle of her kitchen floor.

“I wondered what happened to you,” she whined. Well, maybe she didn’t exactly whine, but I hated her voice anyway. She sounded like one of those helpless, flighty woman, her voice was light and whispery, like she was pretending to be a child.

“I was helping this lady, she fell,” he said.

“Oh, no, is she all right? You just left her in there?”

I heard her walking towards me. I flopped over and raised myself up on all fours. Lord, I was sore. I’d fallen hard.

“She’s okay, let’s go.” I pictured him tugging her toward the door.

“Rick, how could you?”

I pulled myself up on the counter. At least the girl seemed concerned.

“How could you leave without the milk?” she finished.

“She didn’t have any,” I heard him answer.

To my extreme relief it seemed like they both were going to get out of my apartment. I straightened up and turned–and hit the floor again. I don’t know what happened. One second I’m on my feet, the next I’m back on the floor wallowing in milk. I let out a squeak, but the thud of my body hitting the floor echoed through the apartment.

She came rushing in, Rick at her heels. She was blonde, petite had a passing resemblance to Meg Ryan with curly hair. She gave a swift intake of breath as she took in my predicament, and my naked milk covered body, my long dark hair plastered wetly to my breasts. She turned to Rick with an incredulous look. “What did you do? Throw her on the floor and pour a gallon of milk over her?”

“You make me sick!” The words erupted from her mouth. I flinched back from her sudden vehemence. But it wasn’t me she was screaming at, she stared at Rick, her baby blues gone all hard and narrow. “All you think about is sex, sex, sex.” Her voice had transformed from a breathy whisper to something coarse and harsh.

“I told you when we got married, we could do it every Saturday night, but no, you couldn’t wait, could you? How long have you been screwing that slut?”

A look of sorrow crossed his face. “How could you believe I could cheat on you? I loved you.”

I wanted to puke.

“Why didn’t you prove it, you rutting animal. Now I know why you didn’t buy me that tennis bracelet. You were spending all your money on her, you lying dog.”

I wearied of all this. “Take it out of my home,” I said. I would have stood up, but didn’t want to risk falling again in the slippery milk until they left. I didn’t bother covering up, because what was the point now? Everybody had seen everything I had.

“You heard her,” Rick said to his girlfriend. “Get out.”

She looked at him, her eyes widening with disbelief. “What did you say to me?” Her voice had regained its baby tones.

“I told you to get out.”

She gave a little shriek and stormed out of the apartment.

Rick turned to me. “Now, where were we?” he asked.

“You were rejecting me because of your girlfriend.”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

He pulled his sweater over his head and threw it behind him to the dry carpet. He followed it with his T-shirt. Not bad, he wasn’t bulked up, but I could see the hint of strength in his arms. I liked his hairless chest, he was built like a swimmer. He slipped off his tennis shoes and his socks, and slid his jeans over his hips. He was a brief, not boxers type of guy.

The milk had warmed up by now and felt like wet silk against my skin. He pulled off his boxers and I gasped. Eight inches arose from him with the glory of Venus emerging from the ocean. Damn. I don’t think even dream man packed such an impressive load. My nipples had softened as the milk warmed but they stiffened again, and this time it wasn’t from the cold.

He straddled me and leaned down. His tongue delicately lapped milk from one nipple than another. His balls grazed my belly and his rock hard tool pointed upwards to my breasts. I couldn’t stop the moan that emerged from my throat. My hips arched to him and I pulled my arms out of the sodden robe and reached for him, wanting him to sink his thick rod deep inside me.

“Not so fast, lady,” he whispered.

Then he kissed me. That man sure could kiss. Slow, easy, yet draining me dry of every drop of passion I had. When he raised his head I was breathless.

“What’s your name?”

“Randy,” I answered.

He chuckled. “Appropriate name.”

Then he proceeded to show me randy he could make me. He started at my throat. His tongue tracing a milk trail, dipping into the hollows of my collar bones, tasting me in a lazy, teasing way. He swirled his tongue around my nipple than sucked gently pulling an answering response from deep within me.

My pussy was aching, needing, wanting.
He moved so slowly down to my belly button and sipped the milk that had welled within it.
My hips rotated, and my pussy had a mind of its own, it began to slide up, up to those delicious lips of his. I groaned when he finally kissed it and his tongue found my clit. He teased it a little, then plunged in tongue inside me rotating it at my entry. Oh, God. His mouth worried my clit, then his tongue went in and out and around. I felt my stomach clench with the pressure of the impending explosion.

Then suddenly he slid his body up mine in a smooth quick movement and impaled me with the glorious cock of his, pumping in and out of my hot slick tunnel. My knees gripped his hips, and I bucked wildly under him, my clit beating against the base of his cock while it slammed against my pussy.

The explosion within me had built beyond critical mass, and I imploded with a force I’d never experienced before, my cunt spasming against his cock in huge gulps. Shock waves crashed through me. My body went stiff, and I couldn’t breathe. The world went black for a moment.

When it was over, I relaxed with a moan, feeling as if a giant had pick me up, wrung me out, and left me limp. Rick drove into me, abandoning himself to his own ecstasy. I felt him shudder and the hot warm spurts of him bath me inside. So good. If that sorry-ass girlfriend of his had ever screwed him, I don’t see how she could have walked away from him.

I must have said it out loud.

“But I came back,” a feminine voice said from a few feet away.

Rick jerked his head up and I craned my neck. Girlfriend was sitting on the carpet right outside of the milk soaked kitchen where we lay. Buck naked, her fingers worked her blond cunt furiously. He eyes were fixed on me, and her little pink tipped breasts heaved with her panting.

“Get off her,” she said to Rick, not taking her eyes off me. He complied and she moved to me and put her pussy square in my face. “You took my man. You owe me. Give it to me,” she said, her breath coming in short gasps.

I nodded, everything clicking into place for me. I’ve always been the type to try anything once. I moved to her, grabbed her hips and flipped her over. Easing her ass into the milk, I noticed her body wasn’t bad, not as good as mine, but not bad. Her pussy was surrounded by neatly trimmed blond hair. I had never done this before, but it shouldn’t be hard, just give her what I liked.

I rotated my tongue slowly around her clit, and soon I had her gasping. She was clean thank God, with a healthy womanly scent. She tasted slightly salty. I glanced up at Rick he sat in the milk, his hand on his cock, watching us with rapt eyes.

I worked on her with my mouth for only a few minutes before I had her squirming as gasping. Making love to a woman was a piece of cake. I wondered why some made such a big deal about how it was so hard to please a woman. A few flips of the tongue, and I had the blond ready to be scraped off the ceiling.

While woman on woman thing wasn’t distasteful, it was boring. I took her to the edge, then not feeling exactly charitable toward her, I motioned for Rick to take my place. He dived with much more enthusiasm than I had mustered up. She moaned in a protesting way, but soon dropped back into the groove, her hips bucking up at his face. Suddenly he plunged into her with his big cock. I love it like that, the feel of man impaling me suddenly with his flesh.

I’d just slipped my hand into my own wet pussy when her eyes blinked wide open and she started screaming and pummeling his shoulders. Nope, it wasn’t passion.

“Get off me, you ruined it, that hurts dammit!” She raked her nails across his face.

He rolled off her, the look of sad shock back on his face.

She twisted her body and glared at me. “You had it going on and then you let him come in . . .”

I turned to Rick and shook my head. “Her problem wasn’t that she got a bad case of the sushi syndrome. She’s not a cold fish who doesn’t want sex. It’s men she doesn’t want. Savvy?”

I have to give it to him, he wasn’t dumb. His eyes narrowed and he stared at her and nodded slowly.

“You don’t know me,” she said to me, her voice heavy and coarse again. “Who do you think you are to say what I am or not–bitch.” She spit the word out with venom.

She pulled on her clothes quickly, heedless of the wet splotches of milk dampening her clothes. “Are you coming?” she demanding, staring at Rick.

A mocking smile formed. “Apparently not with you,” he said.

“Fuck you then,” she screamed and stormed out the door.

I stood up, and held my hand out to him. “Shower?” I asked. He stood and took my hand.
He was so hot, he could barely wait for the water to match. Once the water was spewing over our bodies, I dropped to my knees in front of his straining cock.

I could hardly get him all into my mouth. He tasted so good. I worked my mouth up his shaft slowly, rotating my tongue around the head of his cock. He was so much man. He grabbed my hair and groaned thrusting in my mouth. I felt him grow so big and hot in my mouth, and my pussy was on fire.

I wanted him to explode, I wanted his come in my mouth. I swirled my tongue faster around his turgid head. He trembled throughout his body and stiffened. Then he came, big creamy spurts that I could barely swallow fast enough.

He collapsed again the shower walls when I thought I heard someone and pulled back the shower curtain. Sure enough there she was, fully clothed this time. This heifer was hard to shake, she kept bouncing back like some sort of boomerang.

Rick looked at her and groaned. “Jesus, I thought you were gone,” he said.

She was staring at me again. “You were right,” she said, ignoring Rick. “I do like women and I really like you. Maybe we can get together sometimes. I’d do anything for you.”
She looked so woebegone, I felt sorry for her.

“I’ll let you know,” I said. “Tell you what, why don’t you go and clean up that milk off the kitchen floor while I think about it?”
She nodded meekly and left the bathroom.

“Are you going to–?” Rick started to ask, looking shocked.

“I might do her a favor here and there if she works hard enough. Maybe I’ll even order her to let you fuck her once in a while. Would you like that?”

He nodded, looking dazed.

“Why don’t you go and lay down on my bed? Take a little nap, regain your strength. God knows you’re going to need it.”

Like I said before, he wasn’t dumb, and a little smile curved his lips. “Good idea,” he said.