The Restaurant - Part Three free porn video

The Restaurant Part Two Publishing date -- about 270 years in your future. (In the past few chapters) We have learned that at The Restaurant, if you are completely satisfied with the service - every expectation you had was met, and you couldn't possibly be happier with the service, then The Restaurant has failed - failed because complete satisfaction and total happiness is not good enough - not good enough by far. Complete satisfaction is a bar so low that it has never yet happened at The Restauran - nor will it ever. (In the past fews weeks) Jack had found an advertisement for The Restaurant, said advertisement promising him that he could fulfill all of his sexual desires concerning women. (In the past few days) Jack's whole body (except his brain and most of the nerve cells in his body) had been disolved, and then rebuilt, cell by cell, into what he is now. Parts of his brain had been changed (but there are billions and billions of nerves and connections between the nerves there) and the nerves leading to the body parts were also mostly the same - some old ones were gone forever, some new ones that had never existed before had grown. So it's safe to say that - for the most part - while his body was changed, his mind was not. But, perhaps this is not the whole truth - there might be more...? (In the past few hours) Jack was serving breakfast at "First Table" at The Restaurant. (Present) "Monique, Monique, Monique, Monique," Jack kept hearing, and there was a pinching on his cheek, pinching again and again. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw above him the face of Monique, quite possibly the most beautiful women that could ever be, and she was smiling at him and still pinching his cheek with her fingers. "Breakfast is all done, Monique," she said, and things slowly came back in to focus for Jack. He was at The Restaurant, on his back. He thought he would roll over onto his side but his feet didn't move right, and he realized they were still spread wide in the stirrup straps, and he felt his hands up above his head, and he knew they were still strapped too; it felt good, it felt comfortable. He looked up and in the ceiling mirror he saw the most stunningly sexy, the most incredibly beautiful woman he could possibly imagine - possibly better than the Monique that was right now pinching his cheeks. It was himself, he knew, and he saw his legs splayed out with his knees to the sides which made his pussy wide open as if on display, feet strapped in those stirrups, hands strapped in above his head, and it all looked so good to him, and it felt right too - it felt happy. He stretched his arms as best he could, which was mostly just wiggling his elbows, and wriggled both legs around a bit. The view in the mirror was just stunning - Jack couldn't believe that there had ever been any woman who had a body as sexy as his own body was now. His breasts were so large. He looked at them in the mirror above him, then he looked down at them to see them for real, and the nipples were just plain big - Jack couldn't think of any other words to describe them. They were big, round, fat, swollen, pink nipples with crinkly wrinkles, and the aureoles surrounding them were about the size of grapefruits, maybe even larger than that. The nipples stuck out too, more than most any small fruit he could think of at the moment. Jack kept looking at his own breasts, hardly beleiving that they were part of his own body now, and that started to get him exited, they were so sexy looking. When he felt Monique pinching his cheek again and he looked into her beautiful, sexy face as she said, "Monique, breakfast is all done, it's time for lunch prep - come on, let's get ready." Her long, beautiful hair was sliding over him as she was leaning over him, and that felt so nice. Some of it brushed across his breasts, some across his aureoles, and just a bit across his nipples, and that made him feel attentive and welcoming to her - and a nice, warm feeling inside him it was. He really, really liked that feeling. Monique moved down towards his feet and unstrapped them from the stirrups, and loosed his wrists, and Jack was able to sit up - and that made his watermelon sized breasts stand out so far in front of his chest that he couldn't believe it - they were so big, he thought, and he started laughing - laughing even as he felt the twenty or thirty pounds of them pulling down on the front of him. His nipples and aureoles both were sticking out so much now, as he was sitting up. He looked down at his aureoles, maybe the size of softballs, and that made him feel happy and he he lauged even more. Monique said, "What's up, Monique - are you just really happy or is there some special reason?" And Jack said, "Yes, that's just it - I am so happy, this is so, so,..." and Jack didn't really know how to finsh the sentence. His pussy lips were pushing against the "table" as he was sitting up now, and that felt good too - - - his breasts were just - he didn't know what. "My bosoms are so big, and so heavy, and so, so something, I don't know - look at my aureoles and nipples, it looks like they are just getting puffier and fatter and puffier and fatter, like they are swelling out, like big fat ice cream scoops on cones" he said to Monique. And this feels really great, Jack thought to himself. really incredibly great - and as he thought this, all those feelings in his bosoms seemed to increase - and increase a lot! "My aureoles" Jack yelled out now, as they swelled even more. They were getting so big and fat it seemed impossible. His breasts were feeling more and more "something" now, Jack didn't know what that something was, but it was definitely happening now, and getting stronger - he felt he should lay back down on the serving table, so he did. He felt power, power filling his bosoms. It was like a powerful hunger in a way, hunger that needs to be fed, hunger that wouldn't stop, hunger that absolutely must be fed! But it was in a different and completely opposite way, if such a thing were possible. Then Jack realized it wasn't hunger at all - it was thirst. His bosoms were filling with such a huge power, a strong power, and no, it wasn't thirst at all - NO, it was the EXACT OPPOSITE OF THIRST - it was the complete opposite of thirst, and it was so powerful, getting stronger and stronger within his bosoms. Jack coudn't believe that breasts could have feelings like this - but it was a fact that they did, because he was feeling it, and it continued to grow stronger and stronger and stronger, a powerful, POWERFUL feeling, a P O W E R F U L F E E L I N G I N S I D E H I S B O S O M S ! ! ! The insides of his bosoms were being blasted with this power, power that couldn't be denied, couldn't be stopped. Jack felt The Opposite Of Thirst bursting into his bosoms. It was a feeling Jack had never imagined could exist, never even realized that such a feeling could could ever be, but now it was there, in both of his his bosoms. Starting near his ribs, filling his bosom tissues, focused around his aureoles, centered even more strongly around his nipples, and this feeling was still increasing and getting stronger minute by minute - stronger than any emotion Jack had ever felt, stronger than any feeling should ever be - minute by minute the power within every inch of his breasts grew, the power within the milk making tissues of his breasts increased, and it was strongest by far at his nipples, like tons of dynamite were about to explode and nothing could stop them, nothing on earth. "Oh God, what is happening to my bosoms?" Jack thought. This power filled his bosoms, saturated hos bosoms completely, beginning deep inside each one, starting from the back then increased the farther out his bosoms went, and increased so strongly around his aureloes, and then peaked with incrdible force on his nipples. It felt to Jack like the power of a runaway locomitive was squeezed down and poured into both of his bosoms, filling both of his breasts. It was so strong and it flowed out of his breasts into his whole body now, it was like every single cell in his breasts were about to burst and they were somehow sending signals to all the cells in his entire body, a power that couldn't be denied, a power that couldn't stop, not now, not ever, never. He felt his vagina getting sensistive and leaking liquid out between his pussy lips now. Wet, his pussy had gotten so wet it was dripping almost in a stream. "The opposite of thirst", his bosoms screamed into his brain. It slammed his whole body now, from deep within his bosoms, unstoppable - - - THE OPPOSITE OF THIRST THE OPPOSITE OF THIRST - - - THE OPPOSITE OF THIRST ! ! ! T H E O P P O S I T E O F T H I R S T ! ! ! The OPPOSITE OF THIRST now crashed into his bosoms and brain like an earthquake, and it banged and banged into his body like an elephant stampede - literally, Jack felt his whole body quivering now, and Jack thought there could never be any feeling more powerful than this as he looked down at his breasts, and they were shooting milk into a shower spray three or four or maybe even five feet into the air - his aureoles were so engorged they looked like the size of beer mugs, and milk was just shooting out all over - squirting all over - landing all over, getting his body wet, landing all over him, dripping down his sides, his legs, his stomach, and even his face, and also getting all over the serving table and the floor too. "Monique, My God, what is this?" Jack said to Monique, the way he felt was so close to an explosion that IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE! Monique smiled at him, and looked at his breasts, and then rubbed his face with her oh-so-beautiful fingers and looked right into his eyes. "I think you are having a Spurge, Monique. That's not on the menu for today," she said, and reached down and felt around on his breasts with both her hands. They were so swollen with milk - more gushed out as she brushed her fingertips around his aureoles and nipples. Monique's hands on his breasts felt wonderful to Jack - every spot she touched seemed to come alive - alive and filled with such sensation; every touch of her fingertips sent electric surges from his nipples and aureoles down into his whole body. Each of Moniques's fingertips was like a spark of lightning now, lightning that was blasting the most supreme of all feelings into his crashing his bosoms with such wonderful, powrful pleasure. Each and every one of her fingers that touched his breast was like the center of such a huge feeling of incredible life force, of potency that couldn't be described, only felt, only lived. Suddenly, Jack felt like his whole body was shrinking, or disolving, or somehow disappearing - to somehow not even existing anymore. Every single part of his body just wasn't there anymore - except for his bosoms. It wasn't like the parts of his body went away - it was like they had never existed in first place. There wasn't even a memory of them every having existed, not even a thought. Jack was now bosoms - breats, aureoles, and nipples, and milk, and cream. Nothinhg else ever existed before this time, nothing else ever could exist or be, only bosoms. Monique was brushing her fingers over him, over his aureoles, over his nipples, and Jack squirted out milk, squirted out cream, and he felt lots of it falling back down on himself, on his bosoms, on the only thing that there ever was and ever could be. Jack no longer knew that anything except bosoms existed, could exist. Nothing was there, only his breasts and Moiques fingers. Only there was one more thing, the only the emotion or feeling left in existence - The Opposite Of Thirst! The universe of Jack's existence was only one thing - bosoms. the universe of Jack's thoughts was only one thing - The Opposite Of Thirst. The universe of Jack's feeling was only one thing - Moniques fingers on his universe, his bosoms. He was filled to bursting with The Opposite of Thirst and it EXPLODED INTO HIS MIND and WOULD NOT STOP. Moniiqe touched his aureoles, and the feeling crashed through his whole existence - every single cell of his breasts could feel her moving her fingers around, and her fingernails sent RIVERS of fantastic feeling throughout his entire self, shocks going throughout his being which was now only bosoms - every bit of himself which was now only breasts. Each touch of her fingertips was like an explosion, an explosion of feeling like nothing Jack had ever imagined, so good, and shot like rockets through his entire self - and as she did this, the feeling of The Opposite Of Thirst wrecked into him, crashing into every single cell with it's own power, slaming from the continued to wreck into him from the very back of his bosom/existence to the front, and milk was spurting out now like never before, Jack new, it felt like it was spurting out like Mount Vesuvius, like an out of control firehose. Monique looked at Jack and saw the milk squirting out of his hugely engorged nipples. As lightly as she could, she brushed his nipples, knowing that he needed relief. Even thoug she did this as lightly as she could, she knew that for Jack each fingertip was like a tornado smashing into his whole being. Waves of pleasure crashed into Jack from each and every one of Monique's fingertips - no, from each and every ridge of her fingerprints, smashing down into the tips of his nipples and going straight into the milk ducts that were deep within him, and they responded in the only way they could - by sending such a flood of milk and cream that to Jack it felt like Niagara Falls was gushing out of him. Every single molecule in Jack's bosoms now felt Monique's touch - her fingers filled him with electric lightning pulses, and each pulse filled his whole life with The Opposite Of Thirst, and there was nothing else in his entire existance except bosom and milk and cream and - more powerful than anything else in his whole world - The Opposite Of Thirst. "Milk Ducts" Jack thought, and then Jack felt them, and then that was almost everything that Jack was - he was milk ducts filling with cream, with milk, and squriting all this to his nipples. He was now milk ducts, making milk, making cream. He was milk ducts now, and every part of him was milk ducts, he was milk ducts everywhere, filling his bosoms, and filling and filling, filling with milk, filling with cream. Moniques fingers touched him again and all of him squeezed - he was dozens and dozens and dozens of milk ducts and he sqeezed all the dozens of himself hard, squeezed everything he was, everything he could ever be down to his nipples, gushing, gushing so hard that it shot out of his nipples. Maybe he was just hundreds and hundreds of milk ducts now in each of his bosoms, wet and oozing with cream, filling with cream, and making more felt good, so good. Wetter and wetter his hundreds of selves became, bursting with cream, flooding with cream - and then a surge hit him, a powerful, unstoppable surge hit every single nerve cell he had and it was utterly beyond control - the stimulation, the saturation of milk ducts - and that's what his entire being was now - was so intensly powerul that it was indescribable! Milk ducts and nipples was Jack's whole being, dozens, hundreds, each and every one with its own individual feeling, each and every one leading into his nipples, gushing out cream. almost bursting cream straight into his nipples, so stong was the flow into his nipples, gushing out milk without end. Every single thought he had, every single cell in his body, was one of three things - The Opposite of Thirst, milk ducts, or nipples, and the sensation of this was drilling into his brain, his brain which had once told him he was a man. Now there was nothing else left of him, only these three parts of existence - milk ducts nipples, and the single and only thought/feeling that his brain could think anymore - The Opposite Of Thirst. All of him was milk ducts and the the nipples that they lead to, which were spurging out cream and would never, ever slow down, never ever stop! Cream gushed out, no more milk, just cream, and his body all of a sudden seemed to mulitply and become infinite - every touch of Monique's fingers seemed to create a hundred more milk ducts inside of the him - the him that was only bosom now, then a thousand more, and then a million, all screaming with The Opposite of Thirst, a whole universe of The Opposite Of Thirs, and it all had to get out, and indeed it was getting out, splurging out of his nipples. His bosoms, his existence, felt Moniques palms, fingers, and even the crisp almond-shaped tips of her fingernails that were ever-so-gently feeling around his entire being - the bosoms that were now himself, and Monique was saying something now, something that Jack thought maybe he could hear, but he was only bosoms, bosoms and milk ducts and cream squirting out from his nipples and that was everything there ever was, and ever should be, and ever could be. Then BAMM, B A M M , B A M M , B A M M M M M M ! ! ! Monique pinched his nipples, and his bosom cells went off like a nuclear bomb, each and every single one of them and exploding with the power of a supernova, with supremely powerful sensation overload - every single cell in his bosoms, in his entire existance SCREAMED with the opposite of thirst, EXPLODED WITH CREAM, every milk duct of his entire self, for that was the only thing he was anymore, sent overwhelming signals of feelings that went wham, Wham, WHAM into him, stronger and stronger into his brain, the most unstoppably powerful surge of power that there could ever be and then came... Monique was looking down at Jack. "Well, this woman here is really me" she thought - and knew that Jack had started a Spurge. His breasts were swollen past their huge watermellon size. She saw the aureoles and nipples that were so engorged they were bigger than the size and shape of ice cream cones, and big ones at that, larger than her fists, and they were squirting out milk, and cream now, almost all cream, in showers and showers and showers. They were so swollen they were the size of her fists, more like bottles than aureoles and nipples. She reached down and gently, as lightly as she could, rubbed the aureoles with her fingertips, and as lightly as she possibly could, touched his nipples. This sent an explosion of cream out of his showering nipples, and she watched as Jack/Monique's body squirmed and wiggled, completely out of control, the cream just squirting out everywhere now. Monique knew exactly what Jack was feeling, for she had felt the same so many times before. Monique thought, "Time to stop this - this isn't on today's menu." She reached down and put both of her hands around one breast, and then with a very peculiar but special motion, she twisted her hands and pressed her fingers in a very special way, and the shower of cream suddenly slowed from that breast. She did the same to the other. Now it was clear that the spurge was ending and everything was slowing down, and Monique could see the nipples and aureoles were starting to return to normal size - normal, that is, for a Monique, which meant quite large indeed. Jack became aware again. "Monique, it's time to stop this. We are NOT doing Spurges today" my Monique said, looking right down at me. Then she put one hand on each breast and gently squeezed. As she did this, more cream came out, but less and less, with each squeeze. Jack felt that suddenly the power in his breasts was gone. He looked down and the squirting from his nipples slowed, the shooting stopped, and then there were just dribbles in white wet streams flowing down from his nipples onto his aureoles and breasts, onto his stomach and down his sides - all of which were already soaked with milk and cream. As he watched, this too slowed, and finally his nipples stopped leaking. Looking up, he saw Monique's beautiful face looking down at him, and then she pointed her finger down to his breasts. "Monique - Spurges aren't on the menu today, and certainly not for the upcoming lunch" and then she smiled so that I knew it was all okay. She bent over and gave me a kiss with her big lovely lips, her hair spilling all over me and that felt really nice, nice and friendly. "I think that was probably just an accidental Spurge, becauase you are just so new and getting accustomed here. It's a good thing I stopped it while it had just barely begun" she said, and she reached down and took ahold of my breasts, one in each hand. "It seemed to be a really small spurge too, one that barely got started, so that's all okay - the good news is that now the spurge is stopped, we haven't gotten off of today's menu, not at all" Monique told me, hugging my breasts with her hands, and bending down and kissing them a few times. "You will have a real Spurge soon, a much bigger one, I promise," Moniqe said, "as soon as a customer orders one. And then you can feel what a real spurge is like - not this tiny beginning you just had. This time, nobody was nursing you - you were just spurging into the air, and really only such a small amount bit at that, compared to a real spurge. The spurge feelings will be so much more powerfull, so much stronger, and quite more intense when someone has their lips firmly planted around your aureoles with your nipples so far up in their mouth that it feels like there is no end!" "And, never mind what will happen to you when you have a Spurge with three customers, one for each breast and one at your vagina. That is one thing you are not ready for yet!" Monique thought. "This beginning of a spurge was like a light, sweet spring breeze - when you have a real spurge, with both breasts being nursed at once, it will be like a hurricaine. I can't even begin to tell you what it will be like, and what you will feel - and feel it you will, yes indeed. What you had today was like a feather brushing across your lips, a wisp of wind you might feel as a light breeze blows over you. When a real Spurge is ordered from the menu, the feelings and thoughts you will have are so far beyond what you just felt you cannot even imagine what is in store." "Now, with all that said, it was nice though, wasn't it?" Monique said to me, looking at me, fondling my bosoms, fingers around my aureoles and she shook them a final time, with just a few final drops of cream spraying from them and landing on my chest and stomach. I was so totally and completely drained I could hardly even hear that Monique was talking about, much less understand what she was saying to me. But, her hands on my bosoms felt so nice as she sweetly massaged them I knew everything was good, and I was quite content, quite happy and content indeed. Monique knew the spurge feeling, she knew it so well indeed. She smiled and looked down at me. As Monique brushed her fingers along this new Moniques cheeks, she thought "If only you knew what was in store for you, if only you knew about it all." As I felt Monique's fingers brushing my cheeks, I could feel my bosoms staring to feel normal again, normal in that they were still so large and quite heavy, but no longer "Spurging". But I was a mess - everything was wet with milk and cream, which had sprayed all over my chest, all over my stomach and the tops of my legs, and all over the serving table I was on. Everything was wet - wet like Twelve Ways 'Till Tuesday wet. "Spurges are one of those skills I told you about, Monique, one of those very special skills you now have. Since this was such small one, I am sure it's because you are so new to The Restaurant. Please, before you do another one let's wait until Spurges are actually on the menu, okay?" she said, smiling at me. "For now, let's go wash up," she said and took my hand. I got up from the serving table and felt juice leaking out of my pussy and dribbling down my legs. My legs and all the rest of me were already so wet with milk so that it hardly made a difference. We made our way back to a shower room, and cleaned ourselves up just like before. Leaving the showers we went past a few serving stations. As we walked, I said "I'm feeling pretty hungry, Monique - when do I get some food?" "Anytime you like, Monique - as much as you want, as often as you want, whenever you are on break like you are now. Follow me," she said, still holding my hand, and she walked me over to a nearby serving table. Monique laid right down on the serving table, put her feet up in the stirrups, and said "What would you like? Mashed potatoes? Bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich? Ham and gravy? Pot Roast? It's all right there." She waved to the several nearby serving stations, and I saw that there were all kinds of food there, all kinds of meals on the serving stations. One really caught my eye, it was corned beef and cabbage, which I loved. I pointed it out to Monique, and raised my eyebrows to her, and she said, "Anything you like, Monique, anything at all," she said, as she bent over, reaching down and srapped her own feet into the stirrups. "I'm hungry too," she said, "so let's have a lunch date - we will treat each other. Okay?" she said, smiling up at me from the serving table. "We will skip the hand restraints, since we are on break - that will make things more fun, don't you think?" Monique was laying right there in front of me, on the serving table, legs strapped into the stirrups, her huge breasts right there, out for anything, out for everything. I could see her nipples were getting swollen and distended, just like mine had been, and I somehow I couldn't stop myself - I reached out and touched one, and rubbed it just a bit, and drops of milk came out of it. "Lets do us both together, until we are full" she said, and I knew just what I should do. "Boiled cabbage with corned beef it is then?" Monique said, in a really sexy voice, and she pointed the fingers of one hand down towards her pussy. The corned beef looked delicious, on a platter with plenty of boiled cabbage. There were segments of cabbage like big orange slices, and just leaves too. I picked up a couple of leaves of it - it was warm, but not too hot, and put some corned beef in the middle, then rolled it up into a tube shape. It smelled so good, I could hardly wait, and I was starving now. Monique looked at me, and pointed down at her pussy, and said "Ready?" - and I was indeed ready. I held it down by her pussy and was about to push it in when Monique said "Wait, this is a lunch date, we are treating each other. So hand me that cabbage rollup you have there." I did, and she motioned for me to come closer to her face. She smiled, and with reached over with her empty hand and put it between my legs. "Spread, please" she said, and I did, and she took the roll of cabbage and corned beef and held it against my pussy, my vaginal opening, sliding it around just a little bit and then slid and pushed it right up into my vagina. GOD, that felt wonderful!!!, sliding up into me, and Monique finished by pushing it in further with her fingers. IT FELT GOOD, oh how good that felt, filling me and I could feel all the warm boiled cabbage parts squishing around inside my vagina. "Now another one, this one for me, please." I got a couple more boiled cabbage leaves and wrapped them around some corned beef, and I walked down between her legs. As I walked, I could feel the warm heat up in my vagina, and I think some juices were dripping out between my pussy lips. I was getting excited, that's for sure. I looked between Monique's legs, and she had such a beautiful pussy, and it was so sexy. When I was a man, I never got to really look at a woman's pussy, not the way I wanted to. All my girlfriends were so shy, and they wanted to turn off the lights when we were making love. But now I was looking right into the pussy of one of the most beautiful women that had ever existed. She had no hair, just like me, and I was hungry. I spread her pussy lips apart, and looked right at her vaginal opeing. Juices dripped off of my fingers as I was holding the cabbage and corned beef roll thing, and then I pushed it on to her vaginal opening, and then right up into her vagina. Juices dripped out of her vagina now, and I smelled the boiled cabbage and corned beef that was up inside her, along with the smell of her pussy which was wonderful! "Now lay on me, and let's do lunch - let's do lunch together" Monique said. I was careful and climbed on top her her, my pussy right in her face, and now her pussy right in mine. Her inner lips were slipping out from inside her pussy now, they looked fat,swollen, and so sexy - so pretty, I could hardly wait. I put my arms around her legs, and reached up between her legs to touch those lips with my fingers. I was so excited now I could hardly stand it - and all of a sudden, I felt the same thing happening to my pussy! Monique was getting my pussy ready for her lunch, and we both put our heads down and started kissing and licking each other. I opened her lips with my fingers, and looked at her clitoris, and gave it a kiss, and then started licking her. My GOD, her pussy tasted wonderful! Somehow it was like my face was in her woman's sex multiplied by one hundred, and oh-so-good that I couldn't pull my face away, didn't want to pull my face away. I felt Monique licking my clitoris, spreading my lips with her fingers, and I knew I was going to come pretty much right away. I sqeezed my arms hard around her legs, shoved my mouth right down on her vagina, and stuck in my tongue, swriling it aroud, tasting the corned beef and cabbage - it was like heaven! Better than the finest meal at the best restaurant, and now Monique was coming, and coming hard. I felt her vagina squeezing and pulsing, and bit by bit the wrap of cabbage with corned beef inside was coming out, and I took a bite. Billions of flavors filled my mouth, uncountable flavors and it was impossibly good, unimaginably good, and I shoved my whole face harder into her pussy so I could get more. Yes, it was like corned beef, yes it was like cabbage, but even so nothing like that at all - it was like the most beautiful sunset on a sandy beach, with palm trees all around, it was like mushrooms, big wonderful mushrooms that were somehow cooked so perfectly in the very finest butter that nothing could ever taste so good, and lemons - no some brilliantly flavorful kind of lemon sauce, the most wonderful lemon sauce that could ever be imagined. All this is what the corned beef and cabbage from Monique's pussy tasted like, and she pushed her face harder into Monique's pussy, even and she felt Monique doing quite the same thing to her own pussy - Jack could feel the cabbage roll coming out of his vagina down there, and God It Felt Good!! "This flavor is incredible" Jack thought, it filled up Jack's whole body with goodness and flavor. "It feels like I am dining on a meal from the world's finest chef on a sailboat in the Netherlands; like I was deep in the forest after a long day of horse riding, finally getting a wonderful meal as I sat resting and warming myself by a great wooden bonfire." As I tasted these wonderful feelings, I felt my own pussy getting licked by Monique even more, and I got warm, I got hot, my sex was getting stimulated so much by Monique's mouth and tongue I was coming, and my arms squeezed Monique's legs hard now, and my belly was squeezing down, my pussy was squeezing down, and Monique was licking me all over and getting her own cabbage and corned beef from my now pulsing vagina, I knew. I couldn't control myself - my orgasm made me clench my whole body tight, and Monique licked my clitoris more, and then she started sucking my clitoris into her mouth and rubbing her tounge all over me, and wham, wham, Wham went my body, legs rigid in my orgasm, my face stuffed right into Monique's own pussy, and her smell was fantastically good, and I licked her and some more corned beef and cabbage came out of her vagina - I could hardly eat it I was convulsing so strongly, but somehow I did and I knew that Monique was getting the same from me. This bite tasted like listening to beautiful music from a far pavillion, one in a faraway land, at the end of a path I was strolling on, and each step on the path revealed a view of such wonder that it seemed nothing could surpass what I had just seen - but still each step brought even more beautiful sights than anyone could ever imagine. All of a sudden, Monique squeezed her arms around my legs so hard, and bucked underneath me, her pussy shoving up into my face, and then pulling right away, and then repeating, again and again, faster and faster, her pussy lips were sliding all over my face and I knew she was out of control with orgasm, as I almost was, and then she sucked my clitories deep inside her mouth, along with as much of my pussy lips as she could get, and was just going so wild on them with her mouth that I exploded with the most absolutely unbelievable orgasm, bucking my hips all over her like Monique had just done with me - I was unable stop, my whole body went just rigid like a rock now except for my hips which went up and down on Moniques face, up and down on her mouth, my pussy parts sliding in and around her mouth, and I yelled "Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God" and Monique's pussy was sliding all around my mouth as I was yelling, and I think she was yelling too, and finally we both slowed down and relaxed some. But there was still a little bit of corned beef and cabage at Moniques vagina, so I gently pulled it with my teeth and ate it - it was unbelievably delicious. I felt Monique doing the same at my vaginal opening, and it felt good. I kissed her pussy, all over her lips, and felt the same thing happening to me, I almost came again, but I think we were both mostly worn out now. I slowly got up from Monique, stood beside her and then looked at her face - she looked so happy, so content, and she looked up at me and said "That was wonderful, so wonderful. Thank you. Are you thirsty now?" and I realized I was. "I am, so let's both drink together." she said to me, and reached up to my bosom and looked right at me. I thought for a moment, then moved arouond so that I was above her head, then leaned over. My breast lowered, the left one, and she guided it into her mouth, and kissed it, and kissed it stronger then. I bent my head down and with my hands guided her left bosom to my mouth and took her nipple and sucked it, gently. I could feel milk coming out of it into me. I felt her crinkly nipple in my mouth, and felt the little showers coming of of it on my tounge, and I sucked harder. The milk was good - not just good, it was the best thing a person could ever have in their mouth - sweet like a crisp apple at sunset, warm like the sun shining down on you on a wonderful summer picnic, and so satisfying that you knew there would never be anything else you could ever want - this milk was the one and only thing you would ever want inside of you, ever, for the rest of your life. It was that good - no, it was even better than that, and I sucked Monique's breast milk, and nursed from her, and just having her nipple in my mouth, and nursing on it felt like it was the most conformting thing that had ever happended in my entire life. This was made all the better by her nursing my own breast, which felt so good I almost had another orgasm - she was licking all around my nipple as she sucked, and it was sending shock waves like electricity from my bosom all over my body. We continued for about ten minutes, then I pulled my breast out of her mouth and moved to the other side, and we both nursed our right breasts for about ten more minutes, me leaning over her, and her still on the table. God, it was good, I loved the restaurant, and I loved Monique. Monique was mumbling at me know, but my bosom was all in her face and I couldn't understand her, so I slowly stood back up. She smiled at me and said "God, that was good - one of the best ever, Monique - thank you so much!" "I loved it too, Monique" I said. "It's almost time for lunch. It's a dress lunch, so we need to get you ready." "Oh", I said, interested. "What's on the menu?" Monique just looked at me with a sly grin, a happy one, though, and said "Well, we will see about that soon enough, I imagine." "But, you need to get cleaned up, and there's not enough time for a shower - a quick clean should do the trick" she said as she stood up. Her enourmous breasts swayed around as she stood up, and a few drops of milk dripped out of her. "Lay down right here, with your pussy right at the end of the serving table" she said, patting the end of the table. I did this, and she went to a tray and brought a thing that looked like a football with a plastic stick on the end of it. She pushed the stick right into my vagina, and, holding a pan she found underneath me, squeezed the football thing and water gushed into my vagina - gushed in, and gushed out, dribbling into her pan. She squeezed again, harder this time, and more water went into my vagina and it too gushed out, and then one more time and she was done. She handed me a towel and I dried myself off around my pussy.