Breasts can be a handfull - Sex Stories

Breasts can be a handfull

... pain. You can hardly make out where your nipple starts on your breast, because they are so stretched out." "This is what I want you to do. Lie back on the couch and get as comfortable as you can. I am then going to gently continue massaging your breasts." I did as instructed laid back on the couch and motioned for him to carry on. It felt so soothing. Mr. Bishop sat on the floor and positioned himself, caressing my breasts. He massaged my breast closer and closer to my nipples, then slowly started pinching them. I almost jumped off the couch because it was so painful, but he continued to gently massage it. Just when I thought I could not take the pain any longer, I felt my milk release. Mr. Bishop was right. It was an almost immediate relief. He continued to milk my breast, squirting it everywhere with every squeeze, I felt my stomach spasm and it was like an erotic pull that sent a sensation directly down to my pussy. I was not expecting to feel erotic in anyway. It was one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had. After about 10 minutes, Mr. Bishop, let go of my right nipple. He had a smile on his face. "There is nothing that feels better than relief, my dear, he said. Now it is time to do the other breast. Move down to the other end of the couch, so I will get better access to that side." That is when to my shook I discovered I was not the only one who found this experience stimulating. Mr. Bishop could not hide his erection sticking out of his robe. Which scared me, ...

... I promised myself No More Hanky Panky once I’m a mother. "Mr. Bishop, that is enough for today, thanks. I said. Would you mind if I went to get some shut eye? I know we‘re not finished, but I’m tired. Maybe later tonight, we can finish." "Well, dear, if you must." Mr. Bishop gave me a quick wink and let me up and saw himself out the house. Later that evening I was having very mixed emotions and frustrations. After I had put my baby in his cot for the night, I changed into another shirt of my husbands and no bra of course or knickers as I would be going bed soon. I liked what I saw in the mirror, My nipples were firm and visible through the shirt. I began to wonder what Mr. Bishop might have done if we carried on… On a sudden impulse I phoned my neighbour and asked if he wanted a coffee. I know I might be asking for trouble but I wanted some company. Thought of putting on a some undergarments, I only managed a thong when he was soon at the door, . I poured coffee, "Milk?" I asked innocently. "Definitely," he answered, "Just squeeze some in." I was flushed by his comment, especially as he was staring at my swaying breasts. I was breathing heavy too, which made my breasts puff out even more. "You still have plenty of milk then?" he asked. "Yes, too much," I mumbled. The more he looked at me, the more conscious I got and as if on queue, milk started to leak from engorged nipples. "Can I help?" he asked, "Are you serious?" "Absolutely! It would make a good coffee." In a very weak ...