Maria's Hills Ch. 03

Jane declared with a commanding tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, the coffeehouse is now closed. I kindly request you to make your way home."

Maria's eyes widened in shock, her mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. On the other hand, Darcy, always attuned to Jane's unpredictable nature, wore an impish grin, fully aware of the surprises that awaited.

A low murmur of confusion and curiosity swept through the coffee shop, as customers exchanged bewildered glances and began to gather their belongings.

Jane's voice, stronger this time, rang out across the now hushed space. "I said, go. Rest assured, you will be treated to free coffee tomorrow as a token of our appreciation."

Some customers departed with smiles of intrigue, excited by the promise of a future reward, while others left with lingering questions etched upon their faces.

As the last customer departed, the coffee shop fell into a serene emptiness, its atmosphere charged with a sense of mystery and anticipation.

Maria turned to Jane, her expression a mix of astonishment and curiosity, seeking an explanation for this unexpected closure.

"Mmm... Jane," Maria stammered, "what's the reason behind closing the shop so suddenly?"

Darcy, her knowing smile widening, stood beside Maria, awaiting the revelation with eager anticipation.

Jane placed a reassuring hand on Maria's shoulder.

"Maria," Jane began, her voice filled with conviction, "I couldn't simply offer this precious milk to others without experiencing it myself. I had to taste its essence firsthand."

Before Maria could respond, Jane swiftly took hold of the jug, filled with white sweet, thick milk. With an insatiable hunger, she raised it to her lips, consuming its contents with an audacious gulp. The milk cascaded over her face, tracing a sinuous path down her neck and shoulders, like rivulets of creamy indulgence.

Jane savored every drop of the creamy milk. Setting the empty jug down on the counter, she couldn't help but comment on its extraordinary taste. "I must confess, Maria, this milk is unlike anything I've ever experienced. Its rich flavor is simply unparalleled. However, my body has become quite a mess. Perhaps you'd be willing to lend your tongue to the task to savor the delectable essence of your own 'hills'."

Maria took a step back, "Jane, we are friends," she replied, her voice tinged with caution.

Darcy, ever the adventurous spirit, seized the moment and playfully lunged towards Jane. "Fear not, Maria, for I shall take on the noble duty of cleaning up our fair Jane."

With swift and eager movements, Darcy began to lick Jane's face, neck, and shoulders, diligently ensuring not a drop was wasted. Sensing a new opportunity, Darcy raised Jane's arms, her tongue venturing to explore the delicate terrain of Jane's armpits.

Jane couldn't help but interject, her voice filled with a subtle moan, "Mmmph.... Darcy, you seem to have veered off course. The milk is gone."

Darcy, undeterred, continued licking Jane's pits and then turned to Maria, her expression inviting. "Look at us, Maria. We're simply having fun."

Maria's hesitant smile trembled upon her lips as she contemplated Darcy's bold request. She took a small step back, "I don't think so..."

"Then give me what I deserve," she asserted with a hint of playful demand.

Before Maria could fully comprehend the situation, Darcy's actions spoke louder than words. With a sudden, unexpected movement, she pulled Maria close, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as their lips met in an the intense kiss.

Startled and caught off guard, Maria's initial response was to push Darcy away, breaking the passionate connection. Confusion and a touch of frustration colored her voice as she questioned, "How did you deserve that?"

Darcy, still brimming with playful energy, maintained her composure as she explained, "You kissed Jane. You should kiss me too."

Maria's brows furrowed, her mind racing to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and unexpected turns that had unfolded. She took a deep breath, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation. "I didn't... You made me..." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "Whatever, I'm going... You guys have fun."

Maria reached for her bra and jacket, a sudden interruption shattered the tension in the room. Jane swiftly snatched the garments from the counter, a wicked glint in her eyes as she voiced her provocative suggestion, "Go without them. Let the people of Maria's Hills know what a slut their so-called Goddess is."

Darcy, finding an excuse to get close to Maria, intervened with a gentle touch, her fingers tenderly squeezing Maria's arm. "Jane, go easy on her."

Maria's heart raced with a mix of indignation and hurt as she processed the weight of Jane's words. The sting of being labeled a "slut" lingered in her mind, causing her to pause momentarily, her expression clouded with disbelief. "I can't believe you called me a slut."

Jane, realizing the impact of her words, quickly shifted her demeanor to feigned remorse. With a contrite tone, she found an excuse to touch Maria too, her voice laced with a false sense of regret, "I am sorry, Maria. I don't know how those words slipped from my mouth."

Seeking solace in an embrace, Jane approached Maria, wrapping her arms tightly around her. In that moment, Maria felt the warmth of Jane's body pressed against her own, but as Jane's hands began to roam over her bare back, Maria mustered her strength and gently pushed Jane away, her voice firm yet tinged with vulnerability, "Jane..."

Jane's gaze lingered on Maria's naked breasts, her words laced with a provocative suggestion, "I have already tasted the milk, but to drink it from the source is something else."

Maria responded firmly, "Sorry, Jane. We don't share that kind of relationship."

Darcy attempting to sway Maria's resolve, said, "Come on, Maria. Don't be a pussy. People treat you like a goddess. Surely you can come up with something to satisfy both me and Jane."

Maria hesitated, her eyes darting between Jane and Darcy, searching for a way to diffuse the situation. "But, Darcy..."

Interrupting Maria, Darcy playfully pressed on, revealing more of her cleavage by pulling down her dress. "I can show you my breasts," she offered enticingly.

Jane interjected with a bold suggestion, "I have a better idea. I could show you my ass."

Maria remained uninterested. She responded, "No, Darcy and Jane. If anyone of you were my girlfriend, then it would be okay."

Jane suggested another, "I could piss in your navel."

Maria's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her voice reflecting her disbelief, "Why would I agree to that?"

Jane added with a touch of pride, "Well, Queen Ramonda of Wakanda paid me for that just yesterday."

Darcy's eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and amusement, remarking, "Kinky."

Maria responded flatly, "weird."

Jane began to fake up a betrayal, "It's alright, Darcy. If she doesn't want to do it. I think Maria isn't even our friend."

Maria felt a twinge of hurt, her voice filled with a mix of concern and defense, "Jane, don't say that."

Caught in a moment of contemplation, Maria pondered the complexities of friendship in a world that demanded compromise. Sometimes, adjusting a little could be the price of maintaining a connection.

Taking a deep breath, Maria finally spoke, her voice laced with a tinge of hesitation, "Just because we're friends, I've come up with something. There's something I could do for you guys."

Jane's excitement was palpable as she embraced Maria once again, her hands subtly seeking any opportunity to touch Maria's topless body. "Thanks, Maria, you're the best," she gushed.

In a moment of hunger and desire, Jane planted a passionate kiss on Maria's cheek, prompting Maria to assert herself, "Jane, stop hugging me for your ulterior motives."

Jane said with a naughty smile, "Okay, sorry, I won't."

Maria, determined to set boundaries, continued, "You can directly drink it from the source, but your lips won't be touching my breasts."

Darcy, disappointed by the limitation, voiced her dissatisfaction, "That's not fair."

Jane, masking her true intentions with a subtle wink at Darcy, responded confidently, "That's totally fair."

Although confused, Darcy reluctantly nodded, trusting Jane's judgment.

With newfound anticipation, Jane and Darcy knelt before Maria, their mouths open wide with thirst.

Maria, with a tender touch, delicately caressed her own nipples, coaxing them to release the precious streams of milk that awaited within. As her fingertips applied just the right amount of pressure, the milk began to flow.

The streams of milk flowed with utmost grace and precision, finding their way into the open mouths of Jane and Darcy.

With each gentle squeeze of Maria's nipples, the milk traveled through the air, glistening in the soft light, before gracefully descending into the waiting caverns of Jane and Darcy's parted lips. Their tongues skillfully swirled and caressed, capturing every nuance of taste.

Darcy couldn't contain her delight, exclaiming, "It's heavenly. I wish I could purchase cartons of your milk."

Maria blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, a mix of bashfulness and pride.

Jane, always insatiable in her desires, couldn't resist the temptation that Maria's exposed breasts presented. With an audacious move, she brought her mouth tantalizingly close to Maria's bosom, her lips hovering just millimeters away from the supple skin.

Sensing the intensity of Jane's intentions, Darcy, not one to be left behind, followed suit. Her own lips found their mark on Maria's other breast.

Maria, caught off guard by the sudden escalation, attempted to protest, her voice trailing off in uncertainty, "Guys, what are you..."

The sensations coursing through her body ignited a fiery arousal, stirring desires she had never anticipated. She struggled to comprehend the forbidden pleasure she was experiencing, torn between societal norms and the captivating allure of the moment.

In a feeble attempt to assert control over the situation, Maria managed to utter, "Jane, Darcy, this is wrong."

Jane's voice, dripping with primal hunger, retorted, "No, Maria, this is not wrong."

Jane's teeth gently grazed Maria's sensitive nipples, while her hands tightened their grip on Maria's back.

Maria moaned with pain and pleasure, "Ow! Jane, Ow! Aaahh. Jannee!"

Jane noticed that Darcy's lips hungrily attended to Maria's breasts. She seized the moment, drawing Darcy's face closer to hers with a forceful grip.

Leaning in, Jane whispered in a sultry tone, "I've always wondered what your lips would taste like."

Their mouths melded together in a fervent kiss, their tongues entwined in a symphony of desire.

Maria could run away. Her breasts were free from their clutches, but she stood there. She thought why wasn't she ready to leave.

As their lips finally parted, a knowing grin played across Jane's face as she turned to Darcy, "I think Maria is thoroughly enjoying herself."

Darcy mirrored Jane's grin. Their gaze shifted to Maria.

Maria spoke, faking anger, "This has gone too far."

"There's only one way to find out," Jane purred, her fingers daringly venturing towards the waistband of Maria's jeans.

Jane delved her hand into Maria's jeans, her fingers brushing against the moist warmth that awaited her. A gasp escaped Maria's lips, betraying the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her body. Jane said, "She is enjoying."

Fingers nimble and deft, Darcy skillfully unbuttoned Maria's jeans, exposing a glimpse of black lace panty.

Maria's voice trembled with a mix of arousal and apprehension. "This is getting too far,"

Darcy, her movements deliberate, slowly pulled down Maria's Jeans zipper, revealing more of the panty that adorned her.

Maria's resolve grew stronger as she asserted herself. "Darcy, I am leaving."

With a swift yet gentle motion, Maria removed Jane's hand from inside her panty.

Against Maria's protest, their hands once again ventured inside Maria's panty, eager to explore the depths of her vagina.

Refusing to succumb to their advances, Maria pushed them away forcefully, her strength fueled by a potent mix of self-preservation and inner conviction. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

With her heart racing and a surge of adrenaline propelling her forward, Maria fled from the shop, urgently buttoning up her jeans as she went. There was no time to gather her scattered garments, her bra and jacket left behind in the whirlwind of temptation.

Maria's pace quickened, the absence of her bra allowed her breasts to move freely, their soft contours bouncing and swaying with each energetic step. The softness of her skin accentuated the undulating effect, as each movement seemed to create a wave-like ripple that traveled across her chest.

Eyes turned towards Maria, both curious and captivated, as the astonishing jiggle of her bare breasts became an irresistible visual display.