‘That’s a good boy,’ Janet said, stroking her fingers over Clark’s hair. He had such blonde hair, she thought – so fine. Just like a baby’s.
The feelings he was giving her weren’t like a baby, though; very much the opposite. This gorgeous man was worshipping at her breast like he’d found the answer to a meaningful life there. And in a way, she knew, he had – as had she.
His lips and tongue worked her nipple, encouraging even more let down of her milk. ‘So good,’ Janet whispered, stroking his head again. With her other hand she stroked along his side. As always, she felt a rush of arousal inside, but she didn’t want to hurry the process. What they shared was sacred in a way, even though it was also the most lusciously erotic thing she’d ever experienced.
The prompting for the next stage of their ritual came from him. This was something they hadn’t done at first – neither of them had done it, even with other people – but it had emerged as a natural next step in a process that obviously aroused them both. Clark undid his shirt buttons one by one, revealing his muscular chest, letting Janet stroke his bare flesh.
‘Oh,’ she whispered, as the touch of his skin sent a pulse through her. It was such simple contact, but while he was nursing at her breast every little touch between them was as powerful a stimulant as any other man’s cock inside her.
Still unhurried, Janet reached up and flicked open the other cup of her nursing bra, folding the cup under her breast so that it formed a supportive shelf for her bared tit. She sighed in relief. Having Clark suckle at one teat always brought on the let-down in both, and so her unattended breast was bursting with milk. Indeed, a little dribble beaded out of the nipple and trickled down the curve of her breast even as she watched.
‘I need to do it now, sweetheart,’ she whispered. ‘I’m going to soak you in my milk now.’
Clark gave a little moan deep in his throat, his pink tongue flicking around the nub of the nipple he was sucking on. Janet felt her pussy twitch at the action.
‘Naughty boy,’ she chided. ‘Okay. Here we go.’ She cupped her hand around her free tit, squeezing up and around in a well-practised move. The milk swelled up from the ducts and squirted out through the nipple in a fine stream, arcing up and over Clark’s open shirt.
‘Oops, missed you,’ Janet said. She squeezed again, this time directing the nipple as the milk squirted and watching with satisfaction as the spray hit him across the chest. ‘Ooh, yes,’ she sighed. She pulled her fingers back and squeezed again.
The stream of warm milk flowed out and over Clark’s chest, leaving it sticky, wet and streaked with white. With each squeeze, Janet felt her arousal grow; the satisfaction of seeing this nursing creature covered with her milk making her warm and tingle inside her pussy. She squeezed her inner muscles in time to the rhythm of her milking, feeling Clark sucking even harder at her other tit as the flow into his mouth started to ease. She heard him make a little sound and looked down.
‘What? You want to do some milking too?’ she asked, smiling. This was her favourite part. She let go and moved her arm out of the way as Clark reached up to cup and squeeze her tit, his movements less expert but still producing gushes of milk from the full tit.
This was an opportunity for her hand to do some milking of a different sort – and Janet licked her lips as she opened Clark’s fly and freed his weeping erection. Sometimes she wished she could nurse the come from his cock while he sucked the milk from her breasts, but that just wasn’t possible. Instead, she had to make do with the sight of him erupting in her hand, the jets of come splattering over his stomach to mix with her milk in a tasty mess.
‘That’s it, baby,’ she whispered, stroking his hair as she pumped his cock with her other hand. ‘Suck on my titties. Get that milk out.’ She closed her eyes briefly, relishing the sparks of arousal that flowed down her spine and into her cunt. God, how had she ever lived without this?
Clark’s hips were moving now, thrusting up into her fist as he sucked even more eagerly at her tit, his tongue flicking back and forth over her nipple while he continued to milk her with his hand. ‘Fuck, yes, baby,’ Janet said, sticking her tits out, eager for more. ‘Suck on my tits! Suck them while I make you come!’
She felt his cock swell even more in her hand, then the pulse and twitch as he started to come. His lips fastened firmly again on her breast, sucking hard enough to extend her nipple deep into his mouth, and Janet felt the pulse all the way down into her cunt, where her inner walls clamped down with the spasms of orgasm.
‘Oh my GOD!’ she yelled, rocking uncontrollably as she came. It was with effort she managed to ease off her tugs on Clark’s softening prick, unclenching her fingers even as the waves of orgasm continued to roll over her.
‘Oh my God, baby,’ she whispered, breathless. ‘So good. That was so good.’
She opened her eyes and looked down. Clark, lips still fastened around her nipple, smiled.