More hands entered the picture, cupping and squeezing, as James found a place on the couch. A new mouth, searching and licking, making her wet and eager for what was next.
James was ready and at attention for her; settling in filled her. Antonio's hands on her shoulders made filling herself with James a joy, as she stretched to accommodate him, both of them bending her to make double entry possible.
Lube and fingers stroked her ass, with Antonio getting her in shape. He rimmed her hole, teasing her, the thought colliding with the pleasure.
She shifted to some new realm of sensuality. The shock wore off as she turned into liquid.
She tightened, making James groan, as the tip of Antonio's tongue poked in.
“More!” she screamed. Having James in her was plenty, yet she craved the double sensation.
Lube covered her asshole suddenly, and Antonio loosened her, the finger stretching her, readying her for full entry with his hard cock.
As Antonio readied her, James nipped at her nipples, gently nudging up into her, making her burn slowly.
An unexpected pain shot through her, as Antonio entered her, filling her too much, as she fought within herself to make this work. She was too full, fearful, and then Antonio whispered,
“Trust us.”
Darkness. The green glow of her alarm clock. A baby's cry. She squinted. 8:22 p.m. Jesus, had she slept that long? Sofia, too? Her mouth was wet with drool and she felt drugged, throwing off the blanket and scrambling to get Sofia. Her clit throbbed and her brain felt like cotton candy. What the hell kind of dream was that?
And who the hell was James?
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Milking It
When Jeff and Marcy are thrown together after a tragedy kills Marcy's boyfriend and her mother, Jeff rises to the occasion and helps her raise her 1 year old, Josh. Their mutual attraction leads to an explosive, milky climax, which rolls through three short stories that make up the lactation erotica series, all in one bundle in Milking It. Here's a sample:
Nooooooooooooo! He could not leave me hanging like that! I was in the living room, legs spread nice and wide, wet pussy ready for some sexting (which was better than nothing!) and his fucking plane has to board now? Josh was napping, sound asleep, and now he had me wound up and wanted me to wait for him?
Fuck that. I stared at the clock. At best, Jeff would be home in five hours. I had plenty of time to take matters into my own hands and still have more than enough for him tonight.
My box of sex toys was small but mighty, you know? Where was that vibrator? Ah, here we go. The Cliterminator. Four inches in diameter, with two little tentacles that come out and wrap up or down – one for the ass, one for the clit. I checked the batteries – fresh and full.
I was already plenty wet, so no need for lube. Just a quick lock of the front door and I settled in on the couch, me, my Cliterminator, and fantasies of Jeff.
It wasn't hard getting excited, and soon I felt that familiar rush of heat, just faster – using a vibrator always helped. But now I had to be careful. Coming too soon would be unsatisfying, and make me feel rushed and harried. No one wants that – I wanted that afterglow bliss that comes from getting the much-needed release. I started stroking my nipples, pinking harder than usual, the tiny pain making my clit ache even more.
In, out, in, out – ah, the dildo part was nice and thick, filling me up as I ground into it, not so much thrusting it into me as pushing my hips toward it, the way I moved when I made love with Jeff. Heat, warmth, ecstasy – it all built up, my nub on fire from the little tentacles, and the sensation in my ass a new one, giving my entire body a full-coverage near-orgasm that I knew was going to be huge when it finally tipped over.
So I pulled back on the little tentacle on my clit, instead enjoying the fullness of the dildo, loving how my pussy walls cradled it, feeling and imagining my muscles sliding along the ridges, imagining it was Jeff in me, Jeff's hands caressing my nipples, that he was pinching and tweaking and...
The wave started to crest. Oh, Jeff, I wish you were here, fucking me and sucking and licking and touching. I slammed the big cock into me now, fingers rubbing my clit until the wave exploded, my hips thrusting up and pounding myself, screaming through gritted teeth, a small gush of fluid pouring out of me, squirting onto the couch, like an orgasm that came to life in fluid form.
What the hell was that?
Panting, I felt the flush of release fill me again as my pussy walls clamped down, hard, once more, sending the muscles in my ribs, abs, arms and legs into one big spasm, a joyful push that made me feel so alive.
And now I looked down and saw it – a small wet spot on the couch.
I had just gushed for the first time. Female ejaculation – we had read about it in human sexuality class, but I'd never thought I'd be able to do it! Only a few percent of women are capable of it, and now I learned I was one of them.
I couldn't wait to show Jeff! Holy smokes. I was glad I had learned about the anatomy of it, because if I hadn't I'd have thought I'd peed!
Instead, I felt a glorious rush of accomplishment. Then I sniffed the wet spot. It smelled like nothing. Tentatively, I leaned closer and touched it, then licked my finger. Nothing. Then I stretched my tongue out to lick the wet fabric. If anything, it had a slightly sweet taste. Like very watered-down breast milk. No ammonia or pee scent or taste.
Ah, Jeff. Get your gorgeous ass home. Now.
Getting out of the airport was the hardest part. Driving home was easy, but managing my raging boner was proving to be damn near impossible. I pulled into the driveway to a dark house. Hopefully that mean Josh was asleep and Marcy was still up! I was hot, needy, and ready to come at first sight of her!
I walked into a living room willed with lit candles and some sort of incense burning, a scent that was sultry and sensual. Without any formalities, I stripped off my coat and tie, then went in search of my Marcy.
She found me. Fast. From behind the couch, as I rounded it, hands grabbed for me, a hot mouth pressing hard into mine, her tongue breaching my lips and imploring me to tango. Needing no further invitation, I grabbed her hard, enveloping her in my arms, picking her up off the floor and exploring every bit of skin I could. Her hands hungrily searched my back, my waist, my hips, and ten one eager hand slipped under my waist band and soon she had me completely in her grip.
I nearly came on the spot. But no – that wasn't going to happen!
“Suck me,” she whispered in my ear, and as I pulled away I realized that she was just wearing a loose silk robe, with nothing else on. Her body beckoned me to explore and enjoy.
And so I did. I picked her up and set her on the couch, then began a slow trail of kissed down her belly. She unbuckled my belt, threw it across the room, then undid my pants. Taking a few tortured seconds to undress, soon we were both naked, and all I wanted to do was to sink into that warm, wet pussy, to ride with her through what I knew would be a climax of anticipation, the best kind.
But she had other plans. “Suck these,” she implored, stroking her full, lush breasts. I moved back up. The touch of her skin on mine was nearly enough to make me cum. My lips slid over her nipples and she moaned. I began sucking, milk rushing into my mouth, swallows so perfect and sweet.
“Save some for me,” she whispered shyly, and I looked up into her eyes, which were a bit hesitant. Were we trying something new?
I swallowed. “You mean a breast milk snowball?” I teased, unsure of what she was asking. She nodded. A few more suckles and I had a full mouth. I raised up on my hands and lowered my body gently over hers, pressing hips and legs and bellies together, then lips. Hers parted, then mine parted, and I transferred a full mouth of milk into hers, some of it dribbling down her jaw, into her ears and hair, the effect so arousing I felt faint.
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Meghan Boehners has been writing erotic fiction for nearly two decades. She started young ;). With stories published in Hustler, Penthouse Forum, and for private clients who was some more, ah...personalized erotica, Meghan's vast experience gives her plenty of material to draw from...with more coming.
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