Christmas
It was a few days past Christmas and I just
couldn’t sleep.
I was still on vacation and off work for the week.
Wanting my breasts sucked became infatuation.
I tossed and I turned with anticipation.
I’d played with my nipples for much of the day,
and wished for a partner to lick them and play.
I could suck them myself but it didn’t feel quite
right,
so I hooked up my breast pump to work through the
night.
When all of a sudden at the foot of my bed,
stood the man known as Santa, all dressed up in
red.
“My deliveries are done and I’m hungry for tit.
So relax buxom baby. I’ll be here a bit.”
He loosened my robe, and then dropped his jaw,
as he squealed with delight at the image he saw.
He took off my breast pumps and lowered his head.
My nips were real hard and a deep rosy red.
His eyes grew quite wide and he started to smile.
“I can see that you haven’t been sucked for a
while!”
He climbed in my bed saying “Let us begin”,
then tugged on my nipples and started to grin.
“Pumping these beauties is such a big waste,
so entrust them to Santa and give me a taste.”
He grabbed hold my boobies and laid at my side,
licking his lips and then opening wide.
Grabbing my hooters he nibbled and chewed,
sucking and slurping and talking quite lewd.
I felt myself swelling, so plump and so round,
as Santa took turns sucking each needy mound.
He sucked my nips deep in the darkness of night,
and he tugged and he stretched them with all of
his might. I yelled “Keep on sucking! Please Santa, don’t stop!
My titties are swelling and ready to pop!”
The pressure within was a whole new sensation,
he’d sucked me so hard I was starting lactation.
My nips oozed small droplets as white as the snow,
and I felt a release as my milk started to flow
My nips were like spigots and started to drip,
so he latched on a jug and then started to sip.
My letdown came quickly as he stepped up his pace,
till his mouth filled with warm milk and ran down
his face.
Santa looked at my bosom and started to beam,
hungrily suckling to extract the cream.
Torrents of warm milk gushed out from my tips,
overflowing his mouth as he sucked on my nips
He played with my huge breasts as if they were
toys,
siphoning milk with a loud slurping noise.
I could feel my milk flow through my breasts to
his lips,
while he squeezes my jugs as he gurgles and sips.
As he drank from my breasts, he was pumping and
rockin’.
I bounced up and down and my titties were
floppin’.
He sucked till my nipples were stretched out and
sore,
but my milk guzzling Santa still wanted some more.
Sucking harder and deeper as if in a race,
chewing and biting as my tits slapped his face,
he grabbed hold my breasts as they’d shake and
they’d bounce,
while he sucked like a madman, to extract every
ounce.
Nearly fainting from pleasure as his jaws milked
my bust,
he devoured my nipples with passion and lust.
Deep down his throat he’d inhale and chew,
till my nips were all stretched out and puffier
too.
Grabbing both breasts he was squeezing and
kneading,
determined to get all the milk from his feeding.
I was helpless to move with my tit in his jaw,
as he ravaged my nipples until they were raw.
After 4 hours of milking he started to wean,
with a hand on each breast and his head in
between.
Kneading my breasts so he didn’t miss a drop,
he drained both my tits dry before he would stop.
His milking completed, Santa cooed with delight.
My 2 inch long nipples were sore and a sight.
Enlarged and stretched out like the teats of a
cow,
my craving was satisfied, at least for right now.
Then he rose and looked down as he stood by my
bed.
“Now wasn’t that better than pumping?” he said.
“This Santa loves titties”, he said with a wink,
“especially the big ones with milk I can drink.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow to play with your rack,
and nurse on your tits for a tasty night snack.”
He smiled as he gave my sore nips a few tugs,
and bid me farewell with, “Good night my sweet
Jugs!”
And I heard him exclaim as he head towards the
door,
“Now rest up your nips ’cause I’ll be back for
more!”
I started to doze off and needed some rest,
exhausted and rubbing my sore nips and breast.
May all nipples be tasty, and ever so plump.
May they all find a warm mouth, so they won’t need
a pump.
May the New Year take Santa to all towns and
cities,
to suckle and fondle all big milky titties.