Isabelle's Bike ride

Isabelle's Bike Ride

The following story comes from a long voicemail that Isabelle left me recently. I'm still not sure about the veracity of them, or about the extent of what actually happened, like how far it really went. Knowing Isabelle, I have a feeling she might have gotten carried away during her storytelling, and inflated the plot. She was telling me, in detail, about another event that took place two years after her last letter to me, where she confessed that, because of her lactating, her sex drive had reached a peak that she never really was able to return from. Remember? And even though the last words in that letter were meant to cut our ties in some way, she said that... she never stopped thinking about me.

To be honest, I never did, either. We still see each other from time to time. The pandemic and all the new measures at work caused our schedules to never really meet, now that both she and I were working from home from time to time.

And this voicemail? She must have told herself it was going to make me crazy about her again. She knew just how to infiltrate my brain. I assumed the single thought of that was enough to fill whatever void she was feeling that night. So, she had to let it out and tell me all about this other night where she got to love some unhinged sex. It made me wonder, how many more of those episodes were there that she never told me about?

Now sit back, and let me fill you in on all the crispy details.

At that time, Isabelle had gone back to work and her daughters had grown up and started daycare full time.

She explained that her lactation frenzy had subsided. What really helped was that she stopped taking those lactating supplements after she came so close to losing everything on that fateful, chaotic night, when she encountered the police officer under pouring rain. She had resumed regular breastfeeding for a little while, until her daughters stopped naturally. Which, she said, didn't stop her from having a bit more fun with her leaking breasts once in a while.

Still, in the back of her mind, hidden somewhere, she couldn't quite easily forget what she felt that time at the bus stop. Every day, she kept an eye out, wondering, hoping, if she would see this officer ever again. Wondering if she could relive this moment all over.

Heck, even with or without her. She thought about bringing herself, alone, to live the same kind of boundary pushing, self exploring masturbation session once more.

It all started when Isabelle saw that forecast. 2 or 3 days in advance, she saw they were calling for a few consecutive nights with a low of 25 degrees, and a pretty high relative humidity. Her libido activated again. That hot, night air against her skin. It simply triggered a beast within her.

She started making plans in her head for another little nocturnal escapade, again. What about a bike ride? Yeah, that could be fun. That could be really fun.

In preparation, she dug up those lactation supplements again out of her cabinet. She looked at it like she would some kind of old drinking buddy. It was time to fuck some shit up again, for old time's sake. Time for a relapse.

She took two to kick things off. And it was enough time before the weekend for the drug to course through her whole body and take full effect.

Saturday night, the time had come. The plan was to go down that dirt road not too far from her house, where no car ever really goes. She loved riding her bike there during day time, to enjoy the peacefulness, especially when she stopped by that little creek with a patch of grass to dip her toes. And every time, whether she'd be by herself or with her family, she couldn't help herself and wondered what it'd be like to go there naked at night.

She was already feeling the heat inside the house. As she waited for everyone to go to bed, including her husband, her mind was racing. She was trembling, and felt the inside of her breasts stirring, assuming it was the milk production going full blast. Her breath was shaking. Her nipples were getting very hard, and sensitive.

She had already put on what she decided she would wear for her little adventure: a simple white camisole, thin and flowing, which hinted at the generous contours of her massive braless breasts, and black lace panties. Nothing else. It wasn't much, but that was the thrill of it. After all, she told herself, the hardest part was going to be to actually reach that road. She had to cross two regional roads where traffic was a little busier during the day, but after that, she'd be completely free. Plus, the night was sure to offer additional discretion.

Most lights went out in the house. She could feel her excitement growing. Everything was quiet. The coast was clear.

Before leaving, she briefly examined her breasts in the mirror. Her nipples were poking so much at her camisole. She thought she looked so hot wearing it, and she already couldn't wait to take it off. Taking a second look, she noticed two little wet dots, indicating what she knew was coming.

She smiled at the prospect of this bike ride at night, already anticipating the sensations that would accompany it.

She got out and she already felt the warm night air caressing her skin, creating a pleasant sense of freedom. She mounted her bike and began pedaling gently. In no time, she crossed those major roads with no car in sight, and, gradually, she plunged deeper and deeper into the darkness, leaving the lit city streets behind.

After about fifteen minutes, as she followed a path bordered by fields of ripe wheat, Isabelle felt those familiar signs: a warmth that began in the center of her chest and spread outward, followed by a growing feeling of fullness.

"Mmmh," she sighed, slowing her pace slightly to savor the sensation.

She looked down to see that those two wet spots had gotten wider on her white camisole, right where her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. The flow had begun, stimulated by the steady motion of the bike and the vibrations of the road. Curious to see how different positions would affect the flow, Isabelle decided to experiment. First, she stood up on the pedals, and brought her arms together to hang on to the handlebars, this way, adopting a more upright posture that changed the pressure on her breasts. The effect was immediate--the flow intensified, the stains on her camisole visibly widening.

"Oooh my God" she moaned, surprised by the intensity of the sensation.

She resumed her sitting position, but this time leaning further forward, in a more aerodynamic posture. In this position, her breasts hung slightly, creating a new distribution of weight and pressure. This way, she felt the hot night air coming in through her neckline, making the fabric of the camisole gently flap against her skin. But mostly, her posture caused the milk to continue flowing. She could feel it tracing a path towards her belly and between her legs, and the two wet spots on her camisole were now touching her thighs as she pedaled.

The path to that little creek was not far up ahead, now. Encouraged by her discoveries, she wanted to stop and try to catch her breath. The excitement was already ramping up real fast.

She loved coming here. It was a peaceful, completely secluded spot, perfect for further exploration. She dismounted from her bike, leaving it leaning against a tree, and approached the water's edge, barefoot in the lush, generous grass. The moon, almost full, reflected off the water, creating a natural light of unearthly beauty.

It was time. Without hesitation, Isabelle removed her already soaked camisole. Her full, heavy breasts were released out of their confines, emitting a light smacking sound as they took place against her ribcage. They looked even more impressive under the silvery moonlight, with drops of milk constantly beading at the tips of her swollen nipples. The night air on her bare skin immediately intensified her sensations.

"Aaahh," she sighed, running her hands over her chest, deliberately avoiding her nipples for now.

She decided to explore the effect of different movements more methodically. First, she slowly spun around, arms outstretched, allowing the centrifugal force to act on her breasts. The milk traced bright arcs in the night air, catching the moonlight before falling back onto the grass around her.

"Oooh, yess, this is incredible," she murmured, amazed by this spectacle in which she was both the actress and the audience.

Then she tried to jump slightly on the spot. Each bounce made her ample breasts sway, causing a noticeable increase in flow. More powerful jets now escaped from her nipples, creating a complex pattern of drops that shimmered briefly before disappearing into the darkness. She could even hear the droplets creating a splashing sound as it landed in the creek.

"Aaaah! Yes!" she exclaimed, surprised by the intensity of the sensations.

As she twitched and rolled her thighs together, she knew, and felt, she was getting really wet. But like with her nipples, she wanted to make herself wait before touching her pussy. She was resisting the urge, making this desire for herself grow more intense. Still, she decided to remove her lace panties, now finding herself completely naked in this secluded corner of nature. The total freedom put her nerve endings on fire, as if her entire body had become more receptive, more sensitive.

She approached the edge of the pond and knelt down, observing her reflection in a part of the creek where the water was still. The sight of her naked body under the moonlight, with trickles of milk flowing from her breasts to create concentric circles on the surface of the water, was hypnotic.

Overwhelmed by all these sensations, Isabelle decided to lie down on the soft grass, facing the starry sky. Her entire body pulsed in time with her racing heart, each beat seeming to force a little more milk from her breasts. With her arms along her body, she was challenging herself to avoid direct contact with her nipples. She knew as soon as she'd start, she couldn't stop. And delaying that moment was going to make it feel all the better when it came.

"Mmmh... Aaaahh..." her moans mingled with the night sounds of the countryside--the chirping of crickets, the gentle rustling of leaves in the summer breeze.

This absolute freedom, this communion with nature, this solitary exploration of her unique body--all combined to create a transcendent experience that Isabelle savored to the fullest, alone under the starry sky of a summer night.

After these moments of exploration by the pond, Isabelle knew it was time for part 2 of her plan. She got back up to continue her nighttime ride completely naked. The idea of ​​pedaling like this, fully exposed under the starry sky, took her excitement to a new level. She was already so horny, but she knew everything was about to get even more intense.

She tied her panties and camisole to the handlebars and straddled her bike again. The feel of the leather saddle against her pussy immediately created a new wave of sensations. Her body reacted instantly, the flow of milk from her tits intensifying with the combined effect of excitement and movement.

"Ooooh fuuuck," she moaned softly as she began pedaling along the dirt road alongside the wheat fields. The steady sway of her ample breasts was creating a hypnotic rhythm, each movement causing a few more shots of milk to glisten fleetingly in the moonlight.

Submerged by the complete solitude of these country roads, Isabelle began experimenting with different positions on her saddle. She moved slightly forward, then backward, testing how the pressure and vibrations affected her flow and pleasure. She was feeling her wetness already spreading on the leather of her seat.

"Aaaah," escaped her lips after she found a particularly stimulating angle.

A little further down the road, the vibrations transmitted by an uneven part of the path spread through her body, seeming to concentrate precisely in her heavy, profuse breasts.

When the warm wind of the summer night caressed her bare skin to instantly dry the milk that flowed down her stomach and thighs, it was instantly followed by fresh hot trickles, creating a delicious contrast, which drew increasingly pronounced moans from Isabelle.

"Mmmh... holy shit... Oooh, this is..." she said, her thoughts just trailing off. Her voice raised in the night, mingling with the nocturnal sounds of the countryside, with no one to hear her except the wild creatures that inhabited the surrounding fields.

In a burst of inspiration, Isabelle decided to take her experiments even further. Keeping her left hand firmly on the handlebars to maintain her balance, she used her right hand to lift one of her overflowing breasts toward her face. With her balance that was increasingly hard to maintain, doing that was even trickier to do while pedaling. But she thought the reward was well going to be worth it.

This was going to be the first direct contact that she would make with her nipples. She managed to bring it to her lips, her tongue flicking over the sensitive, swollen tip. Pretty soon, the sweet taste of her own milk filled her mouth, while an even deeper moan escaped her throat.

"Ooooh my god," she groaned through bubbles of the milk that escaped her mouth, her voice muffled by her own flesh.

This self-stimulation, combined with the rhythmic movements of the bike and her body's complete exposure to the surrounding nature, created a cocktail of sensations so intense that Isabelle had to slow down to maintain control of her bike. Her thighs instinctively pressed harder against the saddle, seeking additional friction. Letting go of her nipple from her mouth, the milk was now flowing freely again. Some jets reached the handlebars and the bike frame. Her grip slipped and she made a little yelp, noticing this added touch of danger combined to the whole intensity of the experience: a thrill of adrenaline mingling with an already almost unbearable arousal.

She steadied herself, gripping a little firmer on the handlebars, which allowed her to rock her hips even more against her leather seat.

"Aaaah... holy fuck, AAAAAAH!" her cries grew louder and louder, echoing through the sleeping countryside, audible evidence of the total freedom she was now granting herself, alone in the starry night, her body celebrating her unique condition in a way she would never have imagined possible before this summer night.

Emboldened by the growing intensity of her sensations, Isabelle's experiments with her saddle skyrocketed her libido. She began lifting her hips slightly before falling back with a little slapping noise against the leather, creating a deliberate impact that sent waves of pleasure through her body.

"Ooooh! Oooh! OOOH!" Each fall elicited a cry louder than the last, her voice resonating freely across the vastness of the nighttime countryside.

With each bounce on the saddle, her ample breasts surged forward in a spectacular motion. Their considerable weight created a mesmerizing inertia, causing them to sway in opposite directions before joining again with a wet smack. Milk kept spurting out in glittery arcs under the moonlight, some jets reaching impressive heights before falling back in a fine mist on her thighs, the handlebars, and sometimes even her face.

"Aaaaah! My tits! My big ffffucking tits, aahhhhhh!!" Her pleasure reached such a level of intensity that a trickle of saliva escaped from the corner of her lips, sliding down her chin to mix with the streams of milk running down her glistening chest. The moonlight caught on to this wet trail that Isabelle was leaving behind.

Her nipples, now in a state of extreme hypersensitivity, seemed to have developed a mind of their own. They were ejecting this precious liquid in powerful, jerky jets, as if her entire body was pulsing to the rhythm of her pleasure. Each heartbeat sent a new wave of hot milk and each gasping breath modulated the intensity of the flow.

Isabelle, completely submerged by this sensory trance, sank deeper and deeper into the isolated country lanes. The outside world had ceased to exist, replaced only by the extraordinary sensations surging within her. Her eyes were half-closed, her head tilted back, her mouth open in a silent scream punctuated by hoarse moans. At that point, she was just drooling all over herself, sexualizing her whole body.

She admitted that she must have gone on for a while, like this, losing track of time, having several orgasms along the way. Details got a little blurry until what happened next.

In this dream state, combined with the darkness, it was fair that Isabelle didn't immediately notice the car approaching in the distance along the road. It had no lights on, but it's only when red and blue lights filled the area that she partially emerged from her trance, just enough to recognize the police car that creeped up behind her. Isabelle stopped, but never tried to back up, to hide, or cover herself. She stood perfectly still. She was completely drunk on sex and desired to be seen. And, despite the actual cloudiness of her mind, she had a feeling she knew who it was.

The car gently stopped beside her. The passenger window rolled down, revealing the red haired cop's familiar smile.

"Hi. Remember me?" said the cop.

She looked slightly surprised, but mostly very happy to run into Isabelle again.

"I knew I'd find you here," she continued, a mixture of amusement and desire in her voice. She left a pause lingering, trying to sound reassuring.

"I've been doing a lot of neighbourhood watch and tried to keep a close eye on you, you know? Waiting for that day you'd strike again. It's been such a long time since your last... offense."

Isabelle was silent and just stared on through her wet hair, her chest heaving from the hyperventilation.

"Call me a creep, but... I even know that you often come riding these paths when you need to escape and relax during day time. But tonight? I sure was not expecting... this."

Her gaze travelled over Isabelle's naked, dripping body, lingering on her fat swollen tits, which absurdly continued to produce high pressured jets of milk.

Isabelle tried to reply, but she only managed to blurt out an incoherent moan. Her state of trance was so deep that she couldn't form intelligible words. Her eyes, shining with pleasure, looked at the cop with an almost pleading expression. Her badge said "Rhea McKee".

Trying to breathe and stay in control of the situation, without assuming that Isabelle wanted to get involved in some raunchy public sex like last time, Rhea sighed and got out of the car. She opened the passenger door and patted on Isabelle's butt, pointing her in the direction of the backseat with her chin. "Come on," she whispered softly. "I'll take you home."

She was starting to think that Isabelle looked so out of herself, and feared that she couldn't participate in her little game, this time. Maybe have another suck at those nipples, like she had dreamed of for so long. Oh, how many nights did she spend masturbating in her patrol car, at night, in front of Isabelle's house, praying that she would come out again.

Isabelle clumsily got off her bike and walked towards the car. In the process, it was unavoidable that Isabelle's milk sprayed over Rhea's shirt. Her legs trembled with the intensity of the sensations that continued to overwhelm her. Not too concerned about the leather of the backseat, she climbed directly into the car. Her naked body, slick with spit and milk, immediately created a large wet patch on the upholstery.

Rhea had already stepped behind the car.

"Hang on, let me take care of your bike." she said.

Rhea loaded the bike into the trunk. When grabbing it by the saddle, she noticed this honey texture on it, and brought up her hand to her face. The smell sent goosebumps instantly in the back of her neck: Isabelle's pussy, which she thought must have gone back and forth over the saddle many times tonight.

Isabelle remained in the car, unable to calm down her body's reactions. Far from diminishing, the discharge seemed to have found a second wind. Her tits continued to spray impressive jets that now reached the windshield and dashboard, transforming the interior of the car into a constellation of shiny droplets.

"Aaaahhhh... oh my God hhmmmmm" Isabelle's moans filled the cabin, the feel of the leather seat against her bare skin adding a new dimension to her already overwhelming pleasure. She started gyrating her hips as she tweaked her nipples, plastering the backseat of the police car with her hot milk.

When Rhea returned to look at the reason behind those heightening moans, she stood there and remained motionless for a moment, observing this extraordinary spectacle. Her captive looked even more possessed than during their last encounter: she was now reduced to this primal state, guided only by the sensations of her unique body. It was quite the sight to behold. Quite scary, in other words.

But maybe, secretly, Rhea had a certain kink for... freakish sex? You know, getting tied up and blindfolded, pinned down for some borderline violent sex? She had never fully explored this dimension of herself, because of her shyness. But she was starting to connect some dots, and wondered, deep down, if that was one of the main reasons why she joined the police forces.

As Isabelle jerked and thrashed in the back, she patted around and her hand eventually stumbled upon an elongated and soft object. She took it, and instantly recognized it: her dildo, which the cop had confiscated after their last encounter.

"Oh... I see you found our common friend." Rhea murmured, feeling a hot wave washing over her loins. "Guess I forgot to put it away. I gotta admit I use if often. Those night shifts can be quite boring, sometimes."

At the sound of Rhea's voice, Isabelle shot a wild and brutish look at her. Then, she pivoted with a long, exhaled whine and got her legs out of the car, in order to have enough room to fully spread them.

"I can't help myself aaaah! I'm horny out of my fucking mind!" she cried.

Isabelle's hands got all over herself now. One was seizing her leaking breast, trying to aim the spurts of milk towards Rhea's uniform, and her other hand was going in a blur, making the dildo go in and out of her, making her juices squirt on the ground.

"Take off your fucking shirt!" screamed Isabelle. She kept groaning and shooting an insane amount of milk towards Rhea. The officer's eyes widened at this new tone in Isabelle's voice. She smiled in the dark and just stared at this phenomenon in front of her.

"I thought you'd never ask." Rhea replied with a shaky voice, as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

Isabelle's voicemail finished around these parts. Her speech had gotten messy, and very disoriented. I assumed she couldn't find the energy to keep up with her storytelling. It was a clear indication that she must have, indeed, got carried away, as I thought she would. I can't imagine how she actually felt on that day.

Her story managed to get me so hard. It was nothing short of amazing. I couldn't stop edging my hard cock as I heard her sultry voice on my phone. I left it on the table and closed my eyes, trying to zoom back into this scene that took place in this engulfing peacefulness of the countryside, where these two women had an out-of-body experience.

Now the hard part was going to be to look her in the eyes next time I see her at the office.