Lactation fetish

[Maleboobs]

Karen and Janet con'd again

Janet took care of the dishes and the kitchen, Lisa and Karen went to the living room. 'It's time for my baby to have dinner too'
'Oh, then I better leave.' Lisa said, blushing.
'No, no problem...just stay...'
Karen took her baby, opened her blouse and opened her front-hooked pushup. Lisa stared transfixed.
When Karen began nursing, she couldn't completely control her face, when the familiar arousal started to kick in, and Lisa clearly noticed that.
She couldn't hold back 'What kind of feeling is it, I mean, nursing...'
Karen in her dream-like state just murmured 'Oh, it's wonderful', leaving a lot unsaid.
'And you don't mind me watching?'
Meanwhile Karen wasn't so sure anymore that she didn't mind, because exactly this, being watched by a beautiful woman, being almost a complete stranger to her, added to her arousal, and knowing her other breast needed to be drained as well, made her afraid that at some point she might approach a climax, which she most likely wouldn't be able to hide.
But she responded 'No, not at all' meanwhile biting her lips.
When Janet came from the kitchen and noticed Karens flushed face, she knew, what was happening. But she wanted to witness, how Karen would manage the situation, therefore she didn't come to her rescue by e.g. asking Lisa to join her elsewhere.
Then Karen shifted her baby to her other breast, which had exactly the effect she had feared.
Lisa asked with a voice becoming husky all of a sudden 'Karen, you're ok? You look upset somehow'
Grinding her teeth Karen could only moan 'I'm ok...'
Lisa looked questioningly at Janet, who whispered into her ear 'She enjoys it so much, that she's ashamed of it.' and giggelt.
But after another minute Janet decided to have mercy and asked Lisa to join her in the kitchen to show her some recipes.
As soon as she left, they heard a loud moan coming from Karen.
'Is she in pain?' Lisa asked.
Karen smiled 'Oh no, I mean, she is young and unexperienced, so she needs some time to get used to the fact that nursing a baby sometimes has the same effect as, well, shall be say, by an adult.'
'Oh?' Lisa blushed visibly.
'Well, no big deal, don't you think?'
Oh it was a big deal to Lisa, and deep within she desparately wanted to be this adult.
'No, sure'
After some more minutes Karen joined them, cheeks still flushed. 'Sorry, but this is kind of exhausting sometimes.'
'I bet' Lisa smiled knowingly.
***

Nothing more happened on this evening, but the glances of Lisa had some effect on Karen.
Some days later Janet asked Karen before she left for work, whether Lisa shouldn't join them again for dinner, because it was just nice last time.
"Sure, why not. I'll invite her for today." However she was nervous, because somehow she felt that the evening would involve more than just dinner.
Lisa was kind of enthusiastic, even more than appropriate.
When evening came, Karen again chose to wear something provocative, a low-cut top leaving not much to speculation.
Lisa apparently had the same idea, this time with a loose blouse partly unbuttoned and giving view to a spectacular push-up bra.
"Hi, come in and make yourself comfortable."
Lisa gave her two cheek-kisses and made sure their breasts briefly touched.
Again dinner was not just eating, but mutual eye-eating of breasts too.
When Karen excused herself because of the baby, Janet and Lisa were left behind.
Janet was old now "I have noticed you took some interest into Karen feeding her baby. Is that correct?"
Lisa was kind of shocked. "Errrh, well, now that you say it...It was quite erotic."
Janet looked questioningly.
"Well, the way Karen reacted..."
"Made your nips all tingly?"
"Oh my, yes..."
"Made you fantasize how it might be to be suckled by a woman?"
"OMG yes..."
"Karen is occupied for a while..." letting the implication linger.
"Well?" Lisa looked questioningly.
"Just saying..."
"What are you implying?"
"Oh, I just thought...forget it..."
"No, be honest!"
"Well, I thought I might give you a flavor how it is..."Janet murmured blushing.
"You mean..." Lisa was blushing too now, but couldn't ignore the reaction of her nips.
"Just sit on the couch and relax..."
Lisa was under Janets spell now, obeyed happily.
Janet lowered herself onto Lisa lap, then just boldly unbuttoned the blouse and pulled down the bra. Lisas Breasts spilled eagerly out, nips erect now.
Janet smiled "The need to be soothened first" and started to slowly lick Lisas left breast from botton to the nip, then the other. Lisa gasped.
"Relax" Janet purred, then closed her lips around Lisas left nip, but didn't go any further, waiting.
Lisa moaned "Oh please..."
Only then Janet began with a rather slow suckling motion, her tongue involved.
"OMG I never would have thought..."
Janet intensified her suckling until Lisa moaned "OMG, the othe rone too..."
Janet took the right nip now, letting her right hand gently caress the left breast.
Lisa felt her arousal building, enjoying it intensely.
"What?"
Karen was standing at the door to the bedroom, gaping at the scene.
Lisa moaned "Your mother...just wanted...to demonstrate...OMG"
Karen started smiling "Oh, ok"
Then she moved closer, dropped to her knees and shoved her mother back to Lisas left breast. Then she bend forward and closed her lips around Lisas right nip, while Janet took the left one again.
Lisa stuffled a cry, feeling two pairs of lips on her breasts, suckling her rythmically now.
She was helplessly aroused by now, moaning constantly, then whimpering "Oh god, you drive me insane" and let a long and forceful climax wash over her, leaving her shuddering.
"Now you know, how it is..." Janet smiled.
****

 

[travelinma]

Nothing more happened on this evening, but the glances of Lisa had some effect on Karen.
Some days later Janet asked Karen before she left for work, whether Lisa shouldn't join them again for dinner, because it was just nice last time.
"Sure, why not. I'll invite her for today." However she was nervous, because somehow she felt that the evening would involve more than just dinner.
Lisa was kind of enthusiastic, even more than appropriate.
When evening came, Karen again chose to wear something provocative, a low-cut top leaving not much to speculation.
Lisa apparently had the same idea, this time with a loose blouse partly unbuttoned and giving view to a spectacular push-up bra.
"Hi, come in and make yourself comfortable."
Lisa gave her two cheek-kisses and made sure their breasts briefly touched.
Again dinner was not just eating, but mutual eye-eating of breasts too.
When Karen excused herself because of the baby, Janet and Lisa were left behind.
Janet was old now "I have noticed you took some interest into Karen feeding her baby. Is that correct?"
Lisa was kind of shocked. "Errrh, well, now that you say it...It was quite erotic."
Janet looked questioningly.
"Well, the way Karen reacted..."
"Made your nips all tingly?"
"Oh my, yes..."
"Made you fantasize how it might be to be suckled by a woman?"
"OMG yes..."
"Karen is occupied for a while..." letting the implication linger.
"Well?" Lisa looked questioningly.
"Just saying..."
"What are you implying?"
"Oh, I just thought...forget it..."
"No, be honest!"
"Well, I thought I might give you a flavor how it is..."Janet murmured blushing.
"You mean..." Lisa was blushing too now, but couldn't ignore the reaction of her nips.
"Just sit on the couch and relax..."
Lisa was under Janets spell now, obeyed happily.
Janet lowered herself onto Lisa lap, then just boldly unbuttoned the blouse and pulled down the bra. Lisas Breasts spilled eagerly out, nips erect now.
Janet smiled "The need to be soothened first" and started to slowly lick Lisas left breast from botton to the nip, then the other. Lisa gasped.
"Relax" Janet purred, then closed her lips around Lisas left nip, but didn't go any further, waiting.
Lisa moaned "Oh please..."
Only then Janet began with a rather slow suckling motion, her tongue involved.
"OMG I never would have thought..."
Janet intensified her suckling until Lisa moaned "OMG, the othe rone too..."
Janet took the right nip now, letting her right hand gently caress the left breast.
Lisa felt her arousal building, enjoying it intensely.
"What?"
Karen was standing at the door to the bedroom, gaping at the scene.
Lisa moaned "Your mother...just wanted...to demonstrate...OMG"
Karen started smiling "Oh, ok"
Then she moved closer, dropped to her knees and shoved her mother back to Lisas left breast. Then she bend forward and closed her lips around Lisas right nip, while Janet took the left one again.
Lisa stuffled a cry, feeling two pairs of lips on her breasts, suckling her rythmically now.
She was helplessly aroused by now, moaning constantly, then whimpering "Oh god, you drive me insane" and let a long and forceful climax wash over her, leaving her shuddering.
"Now you know, how it is..." Janet smiled.
****

I'm not sure I'm ever going to get enough of this scenario.

 

[Maleboobs]

meaning I'll have to continue writing about Karen and Janet (and Lisa), right?

I'm not sure I'm ever going to get enough of this scenario.

 

[Milkman_UK]

Milk

I've had a breastmilk fetish since I was young. I have a vast amount of videos, stories, pics, etc about adult breastfeeding, and still look for more. Love the stories on this group.
The first milk I tasted was my sisters, she'd just given birth and was complaining about her abundant milk supply. I went to the bathroom and found a milk soaked breast pad lying on the sink. I squeezed the milk into my hand and lapped it up. The next milk I tasted was on a train. As soon as we left the station a woman took her baby into the toilet. They were there for ages and was obviously feeding it. I followed them in and found another milk soaked pad. I squeezed it into my hand, lapped it up, then spent the next few hours resting my head on my hand, smelling the wonderful aroma. I had a relationship with a lady who had a four year old kid. She could squeeze milk from her nipples for me to lick off, and once squirted me with milk when she was riding me. It just sprayed out on its own! I got to taste the milk of several more friends over the years, stolen sips, including the milk of my mates ex girlfriend.She looked me in the eye and told me that she had enough milk to feed an army, but I was too shy to ask her to feed me, to my everlasting regret!
Then I found the internet, and found other people shared my interest, including women. I found a milkmaid who would feed men for money and paid her a visit. She was 42JJ and loaded with sweet warm milk. I fulfilled all my fantasies, sprayed in the face with both breasts, squirting milk in my mouth, suckling etc, magic! Saw her on two more occasions over the years.Visited 4 more girls, bought milk online from 3 girls, was buying 60 ozs a week for 2 months then decided it was better from source. Even got 50 ozs free locally, and found a bottle of breastmilk outside my house!
Met several women from ANR groups, induced one over several months and got to the drops stage before we finished. I was 20 years older so told her to find someone her age, which she did. Said she would come and give me regular feeds when she got a full supply, but we lost touch.
So I've drank the milk of over a dozen women, some from source, but I still look for more. Would love to find a big pair of milky breasts to dominate me!

My fantasy.

You send me shopping wearing a face mask soaked in your breastmilk, making me inhale the aroma with every breath, tasting it on my lips, an aparitif for whats waiting for me at home.
I return home later then my scheduled feeding time, content in the knowledge that your breasts will be engorged, aching to be sucked, leaking milk.
As soon as I return home I am led to the couch, my arms are strapped to my waist giving you complete control of the feed. The only part of me allowed to touch your breasts are my mouth , my lips and my tongue. You lay me over your lap and strip down to your nursing bra. Your breasts jut out above my head, I can smell the milk that will soon be feeding me as I eagerly wait to be fed the nipple. You cradle my head in the crook of your arm whilst the other hand unclips the cup of your nursing bra, lifts out a milk soaked breast pad, then scoops out your big milky breast. Your nipple drips milk in anticipation as your guide it into my open mouth and pull me tight to your breast. I can taste your foremilk on my tongue as I latch on to your nipple, sucking like a hungry baby, quenching my thirst on the warm liquid as I wait for the main course to arrive. Your nipple expands in my mouth, your breast grows firmer and hotter, I hear you groan at letdown, and I am flooded with milk. My tongue, teeth and gums are being sprayed with jets of warm sweet milk as it squirts from your nipple. You pull me tighter to your breast ensuring there is no escape from the deluge. Its either swallow or drown on the milk that sprays down my throat, I choose the former and gorge myself on your letdown, in heaven, drinking the same milk as every baby in the world. The flood subsides, and I begin suckling, squeezing your nipple against my palate, teasing it with my tongue to induce more letdowns. Eventually the jets become drops as you breast is sucked dry. You massage the breast with your hand, moving the last drops of milk towards the nipple, expressing into my mouth. Finally, your satisfied the breast has been drained and reposition me on the couch so I can suckle the other breast. Again I'm put on the nipple and fed vast amounts of more warm sweet milk until that breast too has been drained.
You replace your breasts back in your bra to begin making milk for my next feed, but your not finished with me yet. You pick up the milk soaked breast pads, pull down on my chin to open my mouth, and squeeze the milk into it before rubbing them over my face. I lay they sated, I can taste your milk on my breath and smell it on my skin and I doze off, letting my body digest its feed, making room for my next one! Once a week you pump your breasts to measure the amount of milk you're producing. I am again laid across your lap to watch the milk spray into the pump and splosh into the collecting bottles. Once you've measured the amount, I am bottle fed the milk, none of it goes to waste.
My idea of heaven.

 

[GoingBackToBed]

 

[GoingBackToBed]

https://thumbs.gfycat.com/UnfortunateElatedInvisiblerail-mobile.mp4

 

[GoingBackToBed]

https://thumbs.gfycat.com/HeavyConstantHomalocephale-mobile.mp4

 

[GoingBackToBed]

https://pico.scrolller.com/these-cookies-turned-out-a-bit-dry-but-dont-worry-d8l1a9jd1r.mp4

 

[GoingBackToBed]

https://pico.scrolller.com/these-cookies-turned-out-a-bit-dry-but-dont-worry-d8l1a9jd1r.mp4

 

[GoingBackToBed]

https://thcf3.redgifs.com/VeneratedSaneFlyingfish-mobile.mp4

 

[jcED8723]

https://thcf3.redgifs.com/VeneratedSaneFlyingfish-mobile.mp4

Wow! Im thirsty!

 

[Jcam1980s]

I'd love to suck from a full breast as she fingers herself to a strong orgasm

 

[BBW_T&A_Lover]

I'm currently trying to find somebody around my area who is able to lactate, but doesn't have somebody there to share it with. Haven't really found anybody yet.

 

[OtherwisePrint6210]

https://thumbs.gfycat.com/UnfortunateElatedInvisiblerail-mobile.mp4

I wonder if her bf took that, or she set up the shot herself?

 

[Herkermer2]

My fantasy is the entirety of a version of the Hucow journey. From finding an equally excited partner that wants to make milk for me. She wants the bond and multiple daily dependencies, and the connection we will be sharing.

Inducing Her
-Multiple daily suckling and pumping sessions
-pumping would graduate to a much more powerful goat milker that sucks and releases but stays attached and won’t fall off.
-Every pumping session and suckling session will come with requirements.
-sexual stimulation during sessions.
-On all 4s from here on. It’s time to treat a slutwannabe cow like a
-All pumping sessions will have a dildo attached to wall etc… and cow must have dildo fully imbedded in cows cunt before pumps are attached.
-Domperidone. Towards the beginning cow will make an appointment with OBGYN or gynecologist and tell them you will be adopting 2 new borne in 4 months and you want to breastfeed them. Cow is no longer allowed a bra at anytime.

Producing milk
-Breats are udders and nips are teats. Goal is to continuously fill and drain udders completely. Adding more and more sessions until max supply range is established.
-Dildos attached with clit vibrator at base is added and dildo will be increased in Girth in 1/2” increments every week until I’m satisfied cows cunt is that of a breeding milk cows. Lil cunts are shunned and on only the biggest wrecked cunts are wanted and if a cow doesn’t impale a 13” diameter min of girth, seated fully in cow cunt within 6months from very beginning, cow will not be allowed to release any milk and clips will be pinching Teats shut, and remain this way until 13”girth dildo is fully in cow cunt.

More rules/goals/mind training.
-tattoo with farm logo and ID number
-piercings
-septum
-Labia -hoops up to 5max and 2 min on each side. Gradually stretching to bigger, stronger rings
-milking sessions will often be with weights added to piercings. Stretch and grow.
-bigger and bigger is lifelong obsession of cow. Teats will grow from commercial grade vacuum sucking more and harder.

-After a year cow cunt will be bred until pregnant and holes used and be available at all times.
-Cavernous cow cunt is pointless to breed cause it’s too big? Wrong. Fists, toys, dildos, any object can and will be used to “shim” giant cunt to accommodate until I’m satisfied with optimal friction amount needed to allow me to empty my balls of all its my babies. Splashing ovaries as my cock is plenty long enough to shove in to any cervix.
-Babies will be sold, adopted or kept, but Cows job is not raising babies and accommodations will be added as needed.
-Once weened from newborn Cow will be immediately bred ASAP. Cow cunt is constantly gaping and recovery of cunt after birth won’t be needed and celebrated and continue over and over until at least 10 births. Vet reassess cow and determine if more babies are safe for cow to carry and birth.
-Milk amount is max amount possible. Striving for more and more by controlled sessions and diet and hydration.



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[dystracted]

I shouldn't do it, no. Not with me nursing my new baby and my breasts a bit fuller than normal. And with the son of a neighbor in the middle of adolescence drowning in hormones and apparently becoming aware of his neighbor just being 35 yo and still looking good.
No, I shouldn't wear these low-cut tops, let alone with a push-up below.
I know he's watching me secretely. Watching my cleavage, my boobies bulging out of my top or being visible in an arousing way, because my shirt has some buttons undone.
No, I shouldn't.
But...
I can't help myself but dressing seductively and ejoying his confusion, his clandestine glances, while I help him with his algebra.
***
I take off my top and unhook my bra. As soon as my little girl is latching on I stiffle a gasp. (I admit that from the very first day of nursing this soft and innocent suckling always is setting my nips on fire, the arousal is mild and then building, and I am kind of embarrassed by the fact. Meanwhile I have accepted it and perhaps it's even a trick of nature to make nursing attractive for women).
I close my eyes and let the feeling drift me away. Suddenly I realize that I don't hear a sound from the TV. What is my pupil doing? And what did he mean by mentioning my clothing?
Was it an innocent compliment? Or more?
What if right now he's close to the door, which is a bit ajar, and is secretely watching me, most likely noticing my flushed cheeks. The very idea is making me stiffling a moan. Or, OMG, what if he's touching himself watching me?
Meanwhile my baby has emptied me almost completely and has fallen asleep.
I put her gently to her cradle and button up, however not completely.
A brief shuffeling noice let's me again believing that he has been watching me.
When I enter the living room, he's sitting on the couch, looking innocent enough, but his face is red and betraying him. Gotcha.
I decide to be bold.
'Did you peek?' I ask.
His alarmed look is answer enough. 'Ah, so you did.' I continue.
He stammers 'Oh well, I just went to the bathroom and passed the door to your bedroom, and, well, oh please don't be mad with me.'
I smile 'No, I am not. But you need to be frank with me. Tell me, why you did it. And don't lie.'
He is even blushing more. 'Oh my, I can't say. I just had to have a look. I don't know why.'
'That's not good enough. Tell me the truth.'
He's clearly desperate now.
'Oh god, I just have this strange feelig, when I see your...well'
'My breasts, my cleavage...right?'
He whispers 'Yes...'
'But that's normal for a boy your age...is's just hormones...nothing to be ashamed of. And, well, I take it as a compliment even' Now I start blushing.
I add 'It would even be a bit weird, if you'd not look.'
He's confused 'But, I mean...'
'Just because I teach you algebra doesn't mean I can't enjoy being adored by a young man, does it?' I want him under my spell now.
'Look, you could even help me.'
He looks questioningly.
'My little sweet daughter can't cope with the milk I produce. And trying to save it for her is a bit difficult with me not having a breast pump.'
He's desparate now.
'I can't empty my breasts using both hands and hold the tray accordingly. It's just a mess.'
He seems to begin to understand and is blushing even more, if this would have been possible.
'Look, I'll sit in front of you, you reach under my armpits, cup my breast with one hand, squeeze it gently and give my nip a gentle pull with the other hand. I'll hold the tray meanwhile. It's not rocketscience.'
He's close to fainting.
'Come over...let's try...'
Obeyingly he's crawling behind me. My bra is gone meanwhile and my breasts are bare.
I guide his right trembling hand under my right breast and his left one toward my right nip.
His breathing is hard now on my neck.
I hold the tray under my breast. 'Just try it'
But instead of doing this, his shaking hand is slowly caressing my breast from below. Gently lifting it, weighting it. Oh my, so good.
'Please, just milk me...' I murmur.
And then he starts just as I told him to do. And it's completely different from what I expected. It drives me crazy within seconds.
His first gentle pull sends a stream of milk into the tray, and he's finding his rythm fast.
And I am sure to feel his young cock rising against my butt, which doesn't help subpressing my building arousal.
'Oh my, yes, you're doing fine...' I moan.
All of a sudden he withdraws his left hand from my nip, and, refining his technique, manages to milk both of my breasts simultaneously by squeezing and pulling both of my breasts in parallel.
Too much.
My breasts start twitching under his expert touch and I whimper 'Oh yes, milk me...milk me dry...'
His hot breath on my neck becomes frantic, his cock is urging against my but and he's moaning...'Oh, I am so sorry...' and explodes together with me.

 

[dystracted]

I shouldn't do it, no. Not with me nursing my new baby and my breasts a bit fuller than normal. And with the son of a neighbor in the middle of adolescence drowning in hormones and apparently becoming aware of his neighbor just being 35 yo and still looking good.
No, I shouldn't wear these low-cut tops, let alone with a push-up below.
I know he's watching me secretely. Watching my cleavage, my boobies bulging out of my top or being visible in an arousing way, because my shirt has some buttons undone.
No, I shouldn't.
But...
I can't help myself but dressing seductively and ejoying his confusion, his clandestine glances, while I help him with his algebra.
***
I take off my top and unhook my bra. As soon as my little girl is latching on I stiffle a gasp. (I admit that from the very first day of nursing this soft and innocent suckling always is setting my nips on fire, the arousal is mild and then building, and I am kind of embarrassed by the fact. Meanwhile I have accepted it and perhaps it's even a trick of nature to make nursing attractive for women).
I close my eyes and let the feeling drift me away. Suddenly I realize that I don't hear a sound from the TV. What is my pupil doing? And what did he mean by mentioning my clothing?
Was it an innocent compliment? Or more?
What if right now he's close to the door, which is a bit ajar, and is secretely watching me, most likely noticing my flushed cheeks. The very idea is making me stiffling a moan. Or, OMG, what if he's touching himself watching me?
Meanwhile my baby has emptied me almost completely and has fallen asleep.
I put her gently to her cradle and button up, however not completely.
A brief shuffeling noice let's me again believing that he has been watching me.
When I enter the living room, he's sitting on the couch, looking innocent enough, but his face is red and betraying him. Gotcha.
I decide to be bold.
'Did you peek?' I ask.
His alarmed look is answer enough. 'Ah, so you did.' I continue.
He stammers 'Oh well, I just went to the bathroom and passed the door to your bedroom, and, well, oh please don't be mad with me.'
I smile 'No, I am not. But you need to be frank with me. Tell me, why you did it. And don't lie.'
He is even blushing more. 'Oh my, I can't say. I just had to have a look. I don't know why.'
'That's not good enough. Tell me the truth.'
He's clearly desperate now.
'Oh god, I just have this strange feelig, when I see your...well'
'My breasts, my cleavage...right?'
He whispers 'Yes...'
'But that's normal for a boy your age...is's just hormones...nothing to be ashamed of. And, well, I take it as a compliment even' Now I start blushing.
I add 'It would even be a bit weird, if you'd not look.'
He's confused 'But, I mean...'
'Just because I teach you algebra doesn't mean I can't enjoy being adored by a young man, does it?' I want him under my spell now.
'Look, you could even help me.'
He looks questioningly.
'My little sweet daughter can't cope with the milk I produce. And trying to save it for her is a bit difficult with me not having a breast pump.'
He's desparate now.
'I can't empty my breasts using both hands and hold the tray accordingly. It's just a mess.'
He seems to begin to understand and is blushing even more, if this would have been possible.
'Look, I'll sit in front of you, you reach under my armpits, cup my breast with one hand, squeeze it gently and give my nip a gentle pull with the other hand. I'll hold the tray meanwhile. It's not rocketscience.'
He's close to fainting.
'Come over...let's try...'
Obeyingly he's crawling behind me. My bra is gone meanwhile and my breasts are bare.
I guide his right trembling hand under my right breast and his left one toward my right nip.
His breathing is hard now on my neck.
I hold the tray under my breast. 'Just try it'
But instead of doing this, his shaking hand is slowly caressing my breast from below. Gently lifting it, weighting it. Oh my, so good.
'Please, just milk me...' I murmur.
And then he starts just as I told him to do. And it's completely different from what I expected. It drives me crazy within seconds.
His first gentle pull sends a stream of milk into the tray, and he's finding his rythm fast.
And I am sure to feel his young cock rising against my butt, which doesn't help subpressing my building arousal.
'Oh my, yes, you're doing fine...' I moan.
All of a sudden he withdraws his left hand from my nip, and, refining his technique, manages to milk both of my breasts simultaneously by squeezing and pulling both of my breasts in parallel.
Too much.
My breasts start twitching under his expert touch and I whimper 'Oh yes, milk me...milk me dry...'
His hot breath on my neck becomes frantic, his cock is urging against my but and he's moaning...'Oh, I am so sorry...' and explodes together with me.

I button up and see that he's desparate.
'Hey, don't feel sorry or guilty, please. I am guilty to have imposed a situation upon you, which of course made you helpless, because for a young man like you it was bound to be, well, too exciting.'
He nods, but still seems to be extremely embarrassed.
'Hey, it's ok. You did me a huge favor. Look, my little Gloria will have a good-night snack now.'
He smiles weakly.
'So solve all your equations for tomorrow, and then, if you want, we'll repeat this exercise, ok?'
His cheeks are flushing again, and I am sure to know about his dreams tonight.
'And tomorrow I'll show you something to make things even more effective.'
He looks questioningly, but I leave it at that.
On the next evening he comes over again and shows me his math. It's flawless.
'Bravo' I smile.
In eager anticipation I am without bra today, just wearing a loose shirt with a deep v-shaped neckline, showing my full breasts being close together with a seductive cleavage. His eyes are hungry.
'Gloria had her dinner already, but as always...' I let the sentence linger in midair.
'Come' I lead us to my bedroom, the milk-tray already waiting.
'Do you know, what this is?' I indicate to a bee-wax candle.
'A candle?'
'Yes, but to be used in a special way. Warm bee-wax on the skin is increasing the resistance to the touch and makes, well, things more effective.'
I lit the candle, and after some minutes the wax starts to melt in the reservoir of the candle.
'It needs to be distributed to my breasts, as long as it's liquid. It's warm, not hot. I'll show you.'
Having said that I wiggle out of my shirt. His eyes are bulging.
'Just sit behind me like yesterday.'
He obeys willingly.
I giggle. 'For a better view for you I have put the huge mirror there.'
Over my shoulder he has a nice view upon my upper body.
'Look' I dip my right index finger into the liquid wax and start distributing it upon my left breast, which becomes gleaming and shining.
I take more and start to gently massaging it all over my breast.
Already now I feel the arousal building, because being watched makes it even better.
'Now it's your turn.'
I offer the candle to his right hand.
Reluctantly he dips some of his fingertips into the wax and approaches my right breast. He's cupping it ever so gently and moves his fingers up. I stiffle a moan.
Becoming more bold he takes more wax and starts to massage it in. All over my breast.
Gradually the wax is becoming less liquid and increases the resistance to stroking movements.
I murmur 'Now you can begin to relieve me from my milk...and you'll notice the difference.
His breathing is hot in my neck. Both of his hands are now cupping my breasts and begin to slowly and gently caressing from below. I smile, because I can understand him so well, but then I am concerned that his fondling might arouse me too fast and too intensely.
'It feel different...' he murmures. 'Yes, but please start now.' I hold the tray as before.
And when he starts, I notice the difference too, OMG, yes. His strokes are expertly now, and my milk begins to flow instantaneously. It just takes a couple of milkings and I am on edge already.
'Wait...' I moan.
'Oh, am I doing it wrong?'
'Oh no, it's just...well, they are too sensitive...'
He slows down, but doesn't stop. 'Does it hurt?'
'OMG no...no...'
This makes him fall back into his rythm. I feel like a cow now...like an aroused cow. 'Oh yes...you're doing fine...'I moan.
And then I can't hold back any longer. 'Oh yes, milk me...milk my udders.'
And this is too much again for both of us. He pushes against my back again and comes in spasms.
****

 

[dystracted]

I button up and see that he's desparate.
'Hey, don't feel sorry or guilty, please. I am guilty to have imposed a situation upon you, which of course made you helpless, because for a young man like you it was bound to be, well, too exciting.'
He nods, but still seems to be extremely embarrassed.
'Hey, it's ok. You did me a huge favor. Look, my little Gloria will have a good-night snack now.'
He smiles weakly.
'So solve all your equations for tomorrow, and then, if you want, we'll repeat this exercise, ok?'
His cheeks are flushing again, and I am sure to know about his dreams tonight.
'And tomorrow I'll show you something to make things even more effective.'
He looks questioningly, but I leave it at that.
On the next evening he comes over again and shows me his math. It's flawless.
'Bravo' I smile.
In eager anticipation I am without bra today, just wearing a loose shirt with a deep v-shaped neckline, showing my full breasts being close together with a seductive cleavage. His eyes are hungry.
'Gloria had her dinner already, but as always...' I let the sentence linger in midair.
'Come' I lead us to my bedroom, the milk-tray already waiting.
'Do you know, what this is?' I indicate to a bee-wax candle.
'A candle?'
'Yes, but to be used in a special way. Warm bee-wax on the skin is increasing the resistance to the touch and makes, well, things more effective.'
I lit the candle, and after some minutes the wax starts to melt in the reservoir of the candle.
'It needs to be distributed to my breasts, as long as it's liquid. It's warm, not hot. I'll show you.'
Having said that I wiggle out of my shirt. His eyes are bulging.
'Just sit behind me like yesterday.'
He obeys willingly.
I giggle. 'For a better view for you I have put the huge mirror there.'
Over my shoulder he has a nice view upon my upper body.
'Look' I dip my right index finger into the liquid wax and start distributing it upon my left breast, which becomes gleaming and shining.
I take more and start to gently massaging it all over my breast.
Already now I feel the arousal building, because being watched makes it even better.
'Now it's your turn.'
I offer the candle to his right hand.
Reluctantly he dips some of his fingertips into the wax and approaches my right breast. He's cupping it ever so gently and moves his fingers up. I stiffle a moan.
Becoming more bold he takes more wax and starts to massage it in. All over my breast.
Gradually the wax is becoming less liquid and increases the resistance to stroking movements.
I murmur 'Now you can begin to relieve me from my milk...and you'll notice the difference.
His breathing is hot in my neck. Both of his hands are now cupping my breasts and begin to slowly and gently caressing from below. I smile, because I can understand him so well, but then I am concerned that his fondling might arouse me too fast and too intensely.
'It feel different...' he murmures. 'Yes, but please start now.' I hold the tray as before.
And when he starts, I notice the difference too, OMG, yes. His strokes are expertly now, and my milk begins to flow instantaneously. It just takes a couple of milkings and I am on edge already.
'Wait...' I moan.
'Oh, am I doing it wrong?'
'Oh no, it's just...well, they are too sensitive...'
He slows down, but doesn't stop. 'Does it hurt?'
'OMG no...no...'
This makes him fall back into his rythm. I feel like a cow now...like an aroused cow. 'Oh yes...you're doing fine...'I moan.
And then I can't hold back any longer. 'Oh yes, milk me...milk my udders.'
And this is too much again for both of us. He pushes against my back again and comes in spasms.
****

This time he isn't as embarrassed as the day before, but he is catching his breath.
I murmur 'You're quite an expert meanwhile, when it comes to treat a womans breasts.'
He blushes 'Oh my, that's because...they're so beautiful. I can't wait for tomorrow.'
I briefly considered this. 'Perhaps tomorrow we'll do things a bit differently, because I have quite some milk now on stock for my little Gloria.'
He looks questioningly.
'Just wait for tomorrow. Now go and, well, take a shower perhaps.'
He is leaving, obviously still thinking about my remark.
The next day, again his algebra is flawless.
'Not sure you need my help anymore. But for sure I need yours.'
He smiles in anticipation.
'As always, Gloria didn't empty me.' I say setting the scene.
Immediately he's taking his usual position on the bed, waiting for me to sit in front of him.
'As I said, I need relief as always, but I don't need to capture the milk.'
He doesn't get it.
'What if, well, you'd step in to finish what Gloria couldn't?'
The way he's gasping at the thought tell me he knows, where I'm heading.
'You mean I...well...should...'
'If you want...why not...but you need to control yourself a bit better than the days before, if you know, what I mean...'
I am sure he knows, but I am not so sure he could do it, and I am not sure I could either.
So I sit back on the bed with my back supported, put a pillow on my lap and pad on it invitingly. My blouse is open already, no bra.
He comes eagerly on all fours, putting his head on the pillow.
I wiggle out of my blouse and support his head with my arm, drawing him closer. He watches my right breast so close to his face spellbound.
Instead of latching on immediately, he is using his right hand to draw tiny circles around my nip, which springs to attention at once.
And already now I notice his cock is doing the same, clearly to be seen through his short trainers.
'Hey' I giggle. 'That was not the deal...'
He removes his hand and is cupping my left breast instead. I am simply defenseless now.
He is making gentle kneading movements and starts slowly licking my right nip.
This is already running out of control.
Now his lips are closing around my nip and he begins to tentatively sucking it, slowly and gently.
OMG this is better, much better than I anticipated.
His kneading continues, and his suckling becomes more rythmical. When my milk starts to flow, he's struggling for a moment, but then knows how to suckle and swallow.
I am in heaven already, but I need to make sure he lasts for a while without coming. I am sure his trainers are in the way and his cock working against the fabric will most likely speed things up too much.
'Wait'
He stops, but his lips stay firmly put, and his tongue starts swirling over my nip. Not good, no, too good.
My left hand reaches into his trainers (Oh my, no underwear), grab his cock and free it from his shorts, holding it, no movement at all.
It is strong, hard and soft also. 'I'll make sure he behaves...'
He moans and then resumes his suckling and kneading the other breast.
Now it's my turn to fight my growing arousal.
After some minutes I whisper 'the other one too...'
He is struggling to change his position and manages to free his other arm, which now takes over the kneading and fondling of my right breast, while he's suckling my left one.
I feel his cock is throbbing forcefully in my hand, but as long as I just hold it firmly, he might last.
I am on edge now. Moving away under him I take a position over his head, being on my knees now.
'Take both...'
He is squeezing my breasts gently together, until my nips almost meet, the takes them both and starts suckling them.
It's too much.
'Oh god, mommy is comming now...' and I almost collapse on him, while the climax is washing over me. However my hand is still strong on his cock, not allowing him to spurt.
I withdraw my breasts quickly, move down, my knees on his legs and embrace his cock with my swaying breasts. My hand is moving his cockhead over my slippery nips, then bury it under my breasts, moving up and down.
He is letting out a loud cry and ejaculates all over them, it takes a long time.
***

 

[Treeview]

Never lactated but in the past couple of months breast play and nipple play drive me crazy. Watching a couple in a nursing session makes me cum so goddamn hard.

Hi Vixen

A fantasy of mine too. I learned long ago how important it is to pay llots of attention to my Lover's nipples. The benefits are mmmmutual

 

[Maleboobs]

This thread makes me wet every time there is a new post. I want to buy some hand pumps and see how it would feel on my boobies. I wish I could lactate and feel both my breasts being suckled upon as I near ejaculation.

.

OMG yes...I dream about such a situation every time I stroke my nips

 

[hulmule]

Somethings ive done and enjoyed while kids were nursing !!

 

[Maleboobs]

oh my...please tell me more...

 

[Addam829]

Cradling your head against my soft, pendulous breasts while you suckle my sweetness from my tiny, and erect bullet tip nipples...

That sounds beautiful and sexy

 

[dystracted]

oh my...please tell me more...

yes please...

 

[Maleboobs]

Karen and Janet con'd again


Janet took care of the dishes and the kitchen, Lisa and Karen went to the living room. 'It's time for my baby to have dinner too'
'Oh, then I better leave.' Lisa said, blushing.
'No, no problem...just stay...'
Karen took her baby, opened her blouse and opened her front-hooked pushup. Lisa stared transfixed.
When Karen began nursing, she couldn't completely control her face, when the familiar arousal started to kick in, and Lisa clearly noticed that.
She couldn't hold back 'What kind of feeling is it, I mean, nursing...'
Karen in her dream-like state just murmured 'Oh, it's wonderful', leaving a lot unsaid.
'And you don't mind me watching?'
Meanwhile Karen wasn't so sure anymore that she didn't mind, because exactly this, being watched by a beautiful woman, being almost a complete stranger to her, added to her arousal, and knowing her other breast needed to be drained as well, made her afraid that at some point she might approach a climax, which she most likely wouldn't be able to hide.
But she responded 'No, not at all' meanwhile biting her lips.
When Janet came from the kitchen and noticed Karens flushed face, she knew, what was happening. But she wanted to witness, how Karen would manage the situation, therefore she didn't come to her rescue by e.g. asking Lisa to join her elsewhere.
Then Karen shifted her baby to her other breast, which had exactly the effect she had feared.
Lisa asked with a voice becoming husky all of a sudden 'Karen, you're ok? You look upset somehow'
Grinding her teeth Karen could only moan 'I'm ok...'
Lisa looked questioningly at Janet, who whispered into her ear 'She enjoys it so much, that she's ashamed of it.' and giggelt.
But after another minute Janet decided to have mercy and asked Lisa to join her in the kitchen to show her some recipes.
As soon as she left, they heard a loud moan coming from Karen.
'Is she in pain?' Lisa asked.
Karen smiled 'Oh no, I mean, she is young and unexperienced, so she needs some time to get used to the fact that nursing a baby sometimes has the same effect as, well, shall be say, by an adult.'
'Oh?' Lisa blushed visibly.
'Well, no big deal, don't you think?'
Oh it was a big deal to Lisa, and deep within she desparately wanted to be this adult.
'No, sure'
After some more minutes Karen joined them, cheeks still flushed. 'Sorry, but this is kind of exhausting sometimes.'
'I bet' Lisa smiled knowingly.
***

Karen and Janet con'd again
Nothing more happened on this evening, but the glances of Lisa had some effect on Karen.
Some days later Janet asked Karen before she left for work, whether Lisa shouldn't join them again for dinner, because it was just nice last time.
"Sure, why not. I'll invite her for today." However she was nervous, because somehow she felt that the evening would involve more than just dinner.
Lisa was kind of enthusiastic, even more than appropriate.
When evening came, Karen again chose to wear something provocative, a low-cut top leaving not much to speculation.
Lisa apparently had the same idea, this time with a loose blouse partly unbuttoned and giving view to a spectacular push-up bra.
"Hi, come in and make yourself comfortable."
Lisa gave her two cheek-kisses and made sure their breasts briefly touched.
Again dinner was not just eating, but mutual eye-eating of breasts too.
When Karen excused herself because of the baby, Janet and Lisa were left behind.
Janet was bold now "I have noticed you took some interest into Karen feeding her baby. Is that correct?"
Lisa was kind of shocked. "Errrh, well, now that you say it...It was quite erotic."
Janet looked questioningly.
"Well, the way Karen reacted..."
"Made your nips all tingly?"
"Oh my, yes..."
"Made you fantasize how it might be to be suckled by a woman?"
"OMG yes..."
"Karen is occupied for a while..." letting the implication linger.
"Well?" Lisa looked questioningly.
"Just saying..."
"What are you implying?"
"Oh, I just thought...forget it..."
"No, be honest!"
"Well, I thought I might give you a flavor how it is..."Janet murmured blushing.
"You mean..." Lisa was blushing too now, but couldn't ignore the reaction of her nips.
"Just sit on the couch and relax..."
Lisa was under Janets spell now, obeyed happily.
Janet lowered herself onto Lisa lap, then just boldly unbuttoned the blouse and pulled down the bra. Lisas Breasts spilled eagerly out, nips erect now.
Janet smiled "The need to be soothened first" and started to slowly lick Lisas left breast from botton to the nip, then the other. Lisa gasped.
"Relax" Janet purred, then closed her lips around Lisas left nip, but didn't go any further, waiting.
Lisa moaned "Oh please..."
Only then Janet began with a rather slow suckling motion, her tongue involved.
"OMG I never would have thought..."
Janet intensified her suckling until Lisa moaned "OMG, the other one too..."
Janet took the right nip now, letting her right hand gently caress the left breast.
Lisa felt her arousal building, enjoying it intensely.
"What?"
Karen was standing at the door to the bedroom, gaping at the scene.
Lisa moaned "Your mother...just wanted...to demonstrate...OMG"
Karen started smiling "Oh, ok"
Then she moved closer, dropped to her knees and shoved her mother back to Lisas left breast. Then she bend forward and closed her lips around Lisas right nip,
while Janet took the left one again.
Lisa stuffled a cry, feeling two pairs of lips on her breasts, suckling her rythmically now.
She was helplessly aroused by now, moaning constantly, then whimpering "Oh god, you drive me insane" and let a long and forceful climax wash over her, leaving her shuddering.
"Now you know, how it is..." Janet smiled.
****
All were kind of exhausted now, but Lisa felt she should return the favor somehow. 'May I suggest to give Karen some pleasure too?'
Both Jannet and Karen were blushing immediately, because they were well aware of Lisas intentions.
'Oh please, I heáve been in love with your beautiful breasts for quite a while now...' adressing Karen.
'Really? You were watching me in the office? For how long?'
'I don't know, but for too long now...'
Janet intervened 'Some come with me...'
Both Lisa and Karen follewed her to the bedroom. 'I have been fantasizing of this for a while...please lay on the bed on your back, Lisa, I'll join you.'
When Lisa did, Janet joined her with both heads now being close.
Karen got the message, went to her knies and ellbows and crawled on top of Janet and Lisa. Then she wiggled out of her blouse and let her full breasts sway above the two heads.
'OMG what a view' Lisa moaned.
'So help yourselves to a late meal.' Karen murmured.
In perfect synch Janet and Lisa approached those already hardening nips above them and started to lick them slowly.
'Mhhh, so good...' moaned Karen. Then as if given a command both women below closed their lips around Karens nips, started to gently massage Karens breasts with both hands and then gave them a
first tentative suckling.
'Oh...please...let me enjoy it for a moment...don'd rush it...'
So Lisa and Janet slowed down and let their tongues play a bit instead.
'Not sure that helps' Karen giggled and moaned.
So again both women inntesified their suckling, found their rythm...gulped down the milk splashing...
Now Karen was completely loosing it and murmured incoherently 'Oh please, my two babys, milk mommy dry...please'
And they did until Karen was starting to cry out loud 'Oh my yes...I am all breasts now, you made me that way. OMG' and came like never before.
***