Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 04 Version 02 - Sex Stories

Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 04 Version 02

... milk to flow.

With every cycle of suckling and each change in stimulation, Lisa felt a crescendo of sensations. She was now extremely aroused. The men's tongues and lips worked together, shifting from rolling, to flicking, to prodding, then back to the enveloping pull of suckling that seemed to draw everything tight before releasing, mimicking the natural rhythm of nursing that could be as intense as it was intimate.

Lisa's response was visceral. She moaned in low pitch, “Ahhh.. Ahhh. Ahhh” with approval for each stroke. This nipple play overwhelmed her senses, leading her towards a precipice of release that was both longed for and intensely private.

"Stay with us, Lisa," Jason murmured between the concerted strokes of his tongue, "let your body respond as it needs to."They were also hinting her at letting herself go for the orgasm and not hold back.

But they both paused again, to Lisa’s surprise and temporary disappointment. That was because despite the intensity and precision of their efforts, Lisa's response, though full of feeling, did not translate into the outpouring they sought. They wanted Lisa to have a spray of milk from her teats.

Tom took a pause from suckling and informed Lisa. “Your nipples and breasts are not obeying. We will have to take game up a notch further.”

“Not obeying,” played in her head again, and that felt intensely arousing. This was sort of master and slave dynamic. She felt as if Tom and Jason were the custodians of her relief, ...

... the masters of her deeply personal distress. There was an underlying yearning in her, a quiet acceptance that her breasts and nipples, rebelliously clogged for so long, merited a firmer persuasion. "Yes," she thought, a silent admission only to herself, "they need to be coaxed, perhaps even disciplined."

Within her mind's eye, she envisioned her breasts as wayward entities, harboring the nourishment that was theirs to release. It was as if they were impish sprites, holding back the flow, and now they were about to be tamed by the persistent, dominant, and caring hands of her masters… therapists. The notion of such 'punishment' sparked a clandestine thrill within her—the idea that these men were aligning with her against her own recalcitrant body, urging it to yield to their expert touch.

Her resolve hardened alongside her desire, and the thought that she just silently implored them to employ every technique in their armory turned her on. Lisa desired that her nipples be coaxed into compliance, to feel the varied sensations that could ripple through her, a mix of pain and pleasure, so that perhaps they would learn to behave more graciously at letting go of their milk.

Recognizing the challenge, Tom and Jason transitioned to a bolder strategy, employing their teeth for the first time ever.

As Tom and Jason bit into her areola with their incisors, Lisa yelped, “Aaaaaahhhhhh… ..yess!”

And then, almost immediately, she exclaimed, “Yessssss.” To their surprise, her ...