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

Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 04 Version 02

... the session continued, the room became filled with the sounds of their endeavor—the wet suction, the sharp intakes of Lisa’s breath, and the soft, the wet sounds of suckling and swallowing, and muffled groans from Tom and Jason as they worked tirelessly. Lisa felt an elemental connection to the moment, to the relief that came in waves, and a deep-seated satisfaction that arose from her most primal of needs being met.

Still not happy with the milk flow, Jason and Tom now switched between sucking with their mouths, scraping with their teeth, and the tantalizing touch of their tongues on the nipple pressed between those lips, rolling and flicking at the rubbery tip alternatively.

Lisa's body reacted with intense fervor, wriggling like a worm on top of Tyler’s body. She was quickly approaching that peak.

The tips of her nipples hardened even further, the warmth between her legs intensified, her panties becoming increasingly damp underneath as well. Tyler could feel it on his hard cock pressing against her.

Tyler knew she was on her way to an overwhelming, ecstatic release.

Jason and Tom knew that too, and they increased the intensity of their sucking and biting. Lisa's responses became more intense; her body writhing with the electric currents of pleasure that shot through her.

Tyler behind her said, “Let it go, Lisa. Let it go. Release it. Let if flow. Your orgasm will also release your milk. Lisa looked at Jason. He nodded in agreement, with her nipple still ...

... in his mouth, he didn’t stop sucking. Lisa found that reassuring. He was her daddy, while the other three men were on their way to becoming her daddies too. Lisa obeyed him. She did really let her body and mind go, accept every incoming sensation, process it, and let out her emotions, her sexual energy, like it was a catharsis.

With their continued aggressive alternating bites and suckles, Lisa’s abdomen tightened, and her back arched, pushing her chest further into the seeking mouths of Tom and Jason. Her fingers curled, nails digging into Tyler’s forearms. The symphony of her soft moans, gasps, and the occasional whimper filled the room, intertwining with the ambient music.

Lisa shuddered on top of Tyler. Her hips gyrating against his hard cock in his underpants. Her fingers tightly gripping Jason and Tom’s hair, trying to sink their heads deep into her soft tit flesh. She had never felt this way before. For the first time, she was on her way to climax solely from nipple stimulation. But Jason and Tom had a job to do. They had to suck, tug, draw, draw out her milk. She was releasing more milk at the onslaught of her orgasm. The constant firing of nerves from her nipples finally sent her over edge.

Lisa’s body wriggled like a pinned worm on top of Tyler’s body. The “pin” was Tyler’s strong arms hugging her, and as if her nipples were hooked to the two mouths. She surrendered control.

Tom and Jason, doing their job all along, wanted to play to enhance her orgasm. ...