Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 4 - Cookies & Milk - edited - Sex Stories

Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 4 - Cookies & Milk - edited

... underarm, tickling and embarrassing her. She writhes against my grasp, trying desperately to lower her arms. I breathe in, burying my face, relishing in how weird and uncomfortable I’m making her. She just doesn’t understand why her daddy is licking and rubbing all over her chest and armpits. God her scent is killing me.

Then I move back to her mother behind her, tasting her bare flesh again, licking at salty skin. The taste is so different, a muskiness. I lick at her armpits, sucking, biting aggressively. A hint of stubble, slick with sweat. I inhale both girls, moving back and forth between helpless mother and daughter. Both their feminine scents mixing, both their bodies so warm and smooth.

I move to Grace’s tit again, sucking hard at her nipple. And my cock almost erupts right then and there as a bit of sweet milk comes out! How could I forget? She’s got a newborn sleeping in the other room. I suck mercilessly and it squirts out into my mouth. It’s sweeter than regular milk, like it has a bit of sugar or honey in it. And so warm.

I quickly rip off the remaining pink pajama shirt from Ella's arms, throwing it aside. I let go of the girl’s wrists. She immediately covers her bare chest in front of her, tries to ball her entire body up and turn away from me.

I force her little head to turn, “Ella, you’ve gotta try this! Your mommy tastes so good!” I shift the girl’s body, sitting her completely sideways, putting her legs up over one of Grace’s legs. Her face eye ...

... to eye with her mother’s tits, her body cradled in Grace’s lap, like a baby. I move in as close as I can get too, smushing the girl hard in the middle of her parents, putting my face right there at the tits with her.

I roughly grab a handful of breast with one hand, my other hand on the back of Ella’s head, pushing her in, my face cheek to cheek next to hers. Ella squirms a bit, eyes tearing up, unsure what exactly is happening. I kiss the cheek next to me, kiss the full breast in front of me.

Ella’s mouth still forced open with her ring gag, I shove the nipple to her open hole, then squeeze hard. Grace whimpers in pain as milk dribbles out into her daughter’s open mouth. I turn it to me, squeeze even harder, and it spurts tiny streams of warmth into my mouth. Then back to Ella, “Isn’t mommy’s milk so good? She used to feed you this all the time.”

Ella shakes her head and I have to grip her hair hard. She’s able to turn away, but I just squeeze the breast again and squirt it all over the side of her face and into her black hair. I lick it off her face, god it’s so sweet.

I wrench the girl’s head back to the breast, but she squirms more. I shoot out more milk, some going up Ella’s nose, some in her eye, she yelps. I lap it all up, then take the girl’s head with both my hands, aim, and spit down into her open mouth. She gurgles and coughs, and I use the distraction to force her mouth back onto the nipple.

As I kneel down low, pressed tightly to Grace, with Ella ...