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

Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 04 Version 02

... exclamation was one of approval. "Please, don't stop what you're doing," she breathed out, her voice laced with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Yes, take my nipples, you may bite them as you like." Her eyes started getting a little teary. A lot of emotions were flowing through her. This was sort of cathartic.

For Lisa, therapeutic suckling was now openly drifting towards sexual pleasure, and everyone in the room including Lisa realized that.

A scrape followed by a suck, they kept repeating the pattern.

Another firm bite on Lisa's tender areola exacting enough to draw her clogged foremilk. The same feeling waved through her body sending shivers of ecstasy down her spine.

With each bite, as their heads retreated, the moderate pressure of their teeth transitioned into a controlled scrape across the sensitive skin of her teats, from the outer edge of the areola to the very tip of her nipples. This action—far from gentle, yet crucial—was essential in dragging the clog out the ducts towards the outer pores. As Lisa’s milk began to squirt rhythmically into their mouths, she murmured encouragingly, "That's it... just like that. That feels amazing."

This amalgam of pain laced with pleasure was a revelation to Lisa. "This is incredible," Lisa whispered, her voice quivering with excitement. "I never knew it could feel like this."

"Yes, Lisa. This is exactly Husband Therapy. You have missed out on this all these years. For best results, submit your nipples, your body to ...

... us. Tell your mind to trust us and let go of your body", Jason said.

"Yes, Jason, I want to. Thank you for doing this to me. Please don't stop. I want to feel it all. I need the Husband Therapy. I want to feel even more of that." she said and lifted her head up for a kiss. Jason obliged and they engaged in a passionate moaning kiss, and then he resumed suckling.

Each scraping bite, each drawn-out pull was a symphony of intense sensations, unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Lisa braced herself for what was going to happen rest of the session, a mixture of apprehension and a strange anticipation knotting in her stomach.

Their suckling technique gave her sensations that straddled the fine mixture of discomfort and a rush of relief and pleasure. It was an odd, compelling contrast—the taut pull of her teats against her chest. And when they tugged, her nipples, her ducts, caught between the firmness of their teeth, became conduits for the released milk.

With each tug and subsequent release, the buttery, clogged milk squirted forth into the eager mouths of Jason and Tom.

Lisa’s gasps filled the space between the sounds of their laborious efforts, her body instinctively reacting to the intensity of the experience. It was as if with each passing moment, the line between pain and pleasure blurred into a singular sensation, one that left her nerves raw with pleasure. The physicality of the therapy, the necessity of such a primal act, was unexpectedly transformative. As ...