by Jemma Jones
Good ‘Till the Last Drop
Lactation Erotica Bundle
By:
Jemma Jones
Smashwords Edition
Published by:
Jemma Jones for Smashwords
Good ‘Till the Last Drop, Lactation Erotica Bundle
Copyright © July 2012 by Jemma Jones
Lactating Liaisons
Milking Vegas: A Lactation Fantasy
Lactation Domination
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Lactating Liaisons
By:
Jemma Jones
Smashwords Edition
Published by:
Jemma Jones for Smashwords
Lactating Liaisons
Copyright © April 2012 by Jemma Jones
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Olivia quietly took out the bottle of Palmers Body Butter and squirted a generous amount in her hand. She warmed the lotion between her hands and slowly massaged it onto her belly. The warm, rubbing motion of her hands felt soothing, and she put her head back, sighing. Her baby, Ellie, was quietly asleep and now it was, as Olivia dubbed it, “mommy time.” This was her time to feel like a woman again and to reconnect with her husband Nick.
Olivia finished rubbing the lotion into her skin, and softly padded back into her bedroom. She pulled off her ratty t-shirt and old sweatpants, tossing them into a heap on the floor. She delicately stepped over her dirty clothes and walked to her dresser. She slid open her silky-things drawer and smiled at the contents. She carefully pulled out a deep purple, gauzy thong, trimmed with turquoise ribbon. She stepped into the thong and slowly pulled it up her legs and over her thighs. It felt slightly tighter than normal, but that was to be expected considering Olivia gave birth a mere five weeks ago. She then gingerly pulled out the matching baby doll top. The sheer material gathered at the bust, with a deep push-up, forcing her swollen breasts to rise high, nearly spilling over.
Full with milk, her breasts had never been so large. She carefully tucked two nursing pads into the bra. Olivia had no problem with milk production; in fact, she made more milk than most women. Over-active let down the doctor had called it. Maybe all that milk production was the reason that Olivia’s appetite for sex was in over-drive.
Ever since giving birth, Olivia had wanted nothing but sex morning, noon and night. Since coming home from the hospital, Olivia had begged Nick every night to fuck her, but Nick was too afraid to have sex so quickly after birth. Olivia had pulled out all the stops – she sucked Nick’s dick with zeal, paraded around in skimpy underwear, and openly touched herself.
At three weeks, post partum, Olivia had stumbled upon Nick’s weak point. She had put Ellie down for a few hours after dinner and lay on the couch, spreading her legs and beginning to please herself. She leisurely dragged her hands across her pussy, moaning quietly, hoping Nick would give in to her desires. Nick had sat on the opposite couch, breathing rapidly, stroking himself as he watched his wife bring herself to a forceful orgasm. He moved closer so he could get a better view and Olivia heard him gasp in surprise. She had not put in nursing pads, and the arousal coupled with her orgasm, had left huge, wet milk spots all down her shirt. Nick thrust himself into her with all his might, and Olivia’s needs were finally met and thus started Nick’s fetish with her lactating breasts.
Nick’s desire for her breasts was nearly as great as Olivia’s desire to be fucked around the clock. Nick regularly pounced on her in the house, constantly massaging, sucking and titty fucking her breasts. He moaned as he watched the milk trickle out slowly, and cried outright in pleasure when the milk came forcibly. And when Nick drank from her breasts – well that was beyond description. Nick would moan so deeply and then come with such force that it frightened him.
Olivia adjusted her nursing pads. She liked to wear them now to tease Nick. She would slyly pull them out and let her milk run out, seeping through her clothes. Nick would go mad with desire and that in turn would make even more milk pour out of Olivia. At this moment, she could already feel wetness oozing through her thong. Olivia was hoping Nick could keep up with her tonight. Her appetite was becoming so strong, that she was considering fucking other men during the day while Nick was at work. Rubbing a finger through her wetness, Olivia licked her lips, before heading downstairs to Nick.
Nick was sprawled out on the couch, watching baseball. Olivia walked to his side and ran her hand down his bare leg up to his boxers. Nick smiled, and peered around her to see the screen. Annoyed, Olivia straddled Nick on the couch; her milky skin a stark contrast against his darker skin.
“You can watch the game later,” she murmured, as she pulled his shirt up and brought her mouth to his chest. Nick groaned and reached his hands around to her exposed behind.
“A thong,” he breathed, “You haven’t worn one since giving birth.”
Olivia flicked her tongue against Nick’s nipples.
“I thought it was time,” she exhaled against his chest. She felt Nick’s growing erection harden against her stomach. Nick reached from her ass to her pussy, gently pushing her thong aside and sliding two fingers deep inside her. Olivia grabbed Nick’s arms, digging her nails into his skin, and pressing her face into his chest, moaning from the pleasure.
Her pussy was warm and wet, and Olivia could feel the heat radiating between her legs. Olivia straightened her body so she was sitting up, allowing Nick a full view of her. Olivia loved her new post-pregnant body. She loved the way her huge, engorged breasts felt on her body. She loved the fullness that her body retained from the pregnancy, and how Nick groped at her fleshier parts, allowing him to take hold of her and grip her with his force.
“Suck me, Olivia,” Nick said huskily.
Olivia obediently lowered herself on Nick, scooting to the end of the couch, and tugged Nick’s boxers down his legs. Nick quickly whipped them off, throwing them over the edge of the couch.
“Ohh, baby,” he said, rubbing his cock, awaiting Olivia’s sweet mouth to encase it.
Olivia took him into her mouth, pushing him as deep as her throat would allow. Nick fisted her hair, making a deep, guttural sound. Olivia moved slowly up and down his shaft, sucking and licking, loving how he throbbed within her mouth. She began to quicken her pace and Nick pulled her off him, breathless.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he said, pulling Olivia upright, and positioning her over his cock.
Olivia wriggled out of her thong, exposing her pinkness, and Nick began to push his thumbs against her, rubbing her clit and teasing her opening. Olivia could feel her breasts leaking and she slipped her negligee straps down, allowing her breasts to bounce free. Nick cried out in surprise and his hands flew to her breasts, letting the milk trickle over his fingers.
Olivia, unable to hold out any longer, lifted her pelvis up and came down on Nick’s cock. Nick cried out again from the sensation and Olivia whimpered from the fullness. Slowly, she began to ride Nick, her hips pushing forward, and her clit rubbed deliciously against Nick’s shaft. Nick was still consumed with her breasts, and he sat up, pulling Olivia closer to him, so that he could wrap his mouth around her leaking tits. He moaned deeply against her breasts and Olivia could feel how full her breasts were with milk.
Nick and his fetish were
increasing her milk supply; Olivia became wetter at the thought. Nick’s hands were squeezing her ass as she rode him faster and faster, and she suddenly felt her milk let down. Nick moaned roughly as his mouth began to fill with milk. Olivia felt the release and tingling from her milk coming out at full force. Nick began to suck and swallow, moaning constantly. He switched between breasts, allowing the exposed breast to shoot all over his hands. Nick let the milk dribble out of his mouth, and he looked at Olivia, his eyes wild with pleasure. That one look sent Olivia over the edge, and she shouted as her orgasm took over her body and mind.
The pleasure spread over her entire body as she convulsed, feeling her milk flow faster, and Nick joined her, shouting as he pressed his mouth to her breasts, drinking as he shot himself deep into Olivia. They both were panting and Nick dragged his lips from Olivia’s breasts and brought them to her mouth in a passionate kiss. Olivia kissed back, a few tremors still rocking through her body.
“Holy fuck, that was incredible,” Nick said, stroking her hair.
“I know,” she breathed, leaning against his chest. Olivia felt exhausted and she knew she needed to sleep before Ellie woke up again. She laid her head against Nick’s chest and fell asleep, hoping Ellie would give them at least another hour of sleep.
The following day, Olivia made sure to clean the milk stains off the leather couch. She was aroused just thinking about the steamy evening she and Nick shared. The phone rang, and Olivia grabbed it quickly, not wanting to disturb Ellie.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” Nick said, “I’ve got bad news. I need to cover a late meeting tonight, so I won’t be home until ten.”
Olivia groaned, “That doesn’t leave us any time for sex.”
“Babes, you wear me out. I need a night off anyway,” Nick replied.
Olivia was annoyed. She didn’t think she could last an entire day without Nick filling every inch of her.
“Nick, you know how horny I am. Can’t you be home earlier?” she pleaded.
“No can do. You’ll survive. You should get the extra sleep anyway.”
“Whatever. I’ll see you later.” Olivia hung up the phone, unhappy. She knew if Nick came home at ten, she would be sleeping, and then once Nick fell asleep there would be no chance of rousing him. She could please herself, but it just wasn’t the same as feeling Nick’s flesh rub against her insides. She looked quickly at her watch and realized she was late. She had her six-week check up with her gynecologist and she needed to drop Ellie off at her mom’s in time. Forgetting about Nick, she began to rush to make her appointment on time.
One hour later, Olivia was sitting somewhat uncomfortably, clothed from the waist up. A scratchy paper sheet was lying across her legs, and she stared at her neatly folded jeans and panties, which were resting on a nearby chair. She heard a sound outside the room, and then Dr. Rustle swept into the room with a nurse trailing behind.
“Hello, Olivia,” he said kindly, shaking her hand, and moving down to the bottom of the table.
“Hi,” Olivia answered.
“How are you feeling? How is the baby?”
“I feel really good and Ellie is doing well, thanks for asking,” Olivia shifted on the crumbly paper beneath her.
“Okay, scoot down please to the bottom of the table,” he said professionally.
Olivia shifted, and placed her feet into the metal stirrups, willing the exam to be over quickly. She felt gloved hands push and prod her in a medical way, and then without warning, she felt Dr. Rustle’s fingers gently caress her clit. Olivia’s head flew up and her hand slipped off the table. She looked at Dr. Rustle with wild, confused eyes, but he gazed back coolly.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” Olivia stuttered. She must be so horny that she was now imaging her gyno was fondling her. Not as if she would mind Dr. Rustle touching her. Olivia studied his dark, curly hair, which hung to almost his shoulders. Olivia always thought his hair gave him character and made him edgier than other doctors. In fact, Olivia bet that hair was great for grabbing onto during sex – she quickly shook her head ridding herself of the inappropriate thoughts. Dr. Rustle was now examining her stitches and tutted his tongue with disapproval.
“Someone did not follow the six week rule,” he reprimanded and Olivia blushed. “Your stitches aren’t healing as well as they should,” he paused allowing this to sink in, “but I think you will be fine, nonetheless.”
And there it was again! That was a definite rub on her clit. Olivia whipped her head to look at the nurse, but she was busy putting some type of instrument back on the cart. Olivia looked at Dr. Rustle and his cool professional gaze had turned to a smoldering one. Continuing to stare at Olivia, he said, “That’s all, Lisa.” And not paying one bit of attention, Lisa, the nurse, turned and left the room.
Olivia realized her chest was rising and falling heavily, her breath coming ragged. Here she was vulnerable and exposed, her gynecologist having essentially sexually assaulted her, and Olivia’s body was practically singing in ecstasy. The prospect of engaging in something dirty with her gyno was incredibly hot, and Olivia could now readily feel the wetness between her thighs. Dr. Rustle kept his gaze locked on her and slowly, deliberately pulled off his white gloves.
“You’ve been wrong to have sex, Olivia,” he said in a low, almost menacing, voice.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, self-conscious of the huge roll of paper bunched around her waist.
“You should have waited,” he added, licking his lips.
“I couldn’t,” Olivia whimpered.
“I can tell you are just aching to be touched.” And slowly he ran his bare hands against her. She was wet and willing.
“Ohhh,” Olivia moaned softly, pushing the paper off her waist and leaning back on her elbows.
“You’re leaking,” Dr. Rustle observed, his breath catching.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, realizing she forgot to put in breast pads, and she was missing one of Ellie’s feedings now, leading her to be extra full.
“Oh my,” he said quietly, reaching up to her now-wet shirt, running his hands against it and then pushing his hands under her shirt to feel her breasts. Dr. Rustle exhaled, clearly aroused and drew back to observe Olivia. Her legs were still spread-eagle in the stirrups, and her pussy was rising and falling with each jagged breath. Olivia’s white cotton shirt was beginning to soak through with milk and her face was filled with longing and desire.
“Please!” she burst out as, Dr. Rustle stood between her legs, rubbing himself through his pants. “Please, Dr. Rustle, please.”
Dr. Rustle looked amused, “Are you asking your doctor to fuck you?”
Olivia nodded, biting her lip.
“In my humble, medical opinion, I’d agree that a deep, hard fuck should do wonders for your condition,” his voice was soft and powerful. Olivia moaned and tried to push her legs further apart in the stirrups. Dr. Rustle stared at her darkly, and slid two fingers inside her, circling, and driving her mad. Olivia’s hands flailed, looking for anything to steady herself, and she gripped the side of the table. Dr. Rustle’s breath caught as he watched her writhe and Olivia knew he was turned on.
“You are so wet,” he breathed and he reached his other hand to Olivia’s breasts, and pressed against her leaking nipples and smiled darkly. Olivia let herself go, and came abruptly and forcefully, feeling the world slip away beneath her as she felt the paper crinkle and rip under her convulsing body. Dr. Rustle took advantage of her orgasm, by undoing his pants and discreetly rolling a condom over his substantial manhood.
Olivia watched and whimpered, and slid further down the table, needing the doctor to make her whole by filling her deepest parts. Dr. Rustle moved closer between her thighs and plunged into Olivia, filling her completely. Olivia bit down on her lip to silence herself, tasting blood. Dr. Rustle’s breath hissed through his teeth as he pushed himself into her and began moaning her name softly. Olivia was insatiable, and she pressed
her hips to meet Dr. Rustle’s every thrust.
Dr. Rustle began to move faster, and Olivia’s hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperately wanting to run her hands over his chest. Dr. Rustle stopped her by pinning her arms at her sides, and then pulling her up into a sitting position as he continued to push deep within her.
Due to the height of the table, Olivia was now taller than Dr. Rustle, and he swiftly pulled her shirt to her neck and yanked her bra downwards so that her engorged breasts fell out heavily. Dr. Rustle made a sound deep in the back of his throat and pressed his mouth to the milk that was slowly trickling out of her nipples, all the while fucking her with abandon. The sensation was heavenly, and Olivia felt her let down and the milk began to flow freely. Dr. Rustle moaned in surprise as several streams of milk shot from each of her nipples.
“Olivia, I’ve never seen a woman with so much milk,” he said hoarsely, before pressing his lips back to drink. He continued his thrusting, while thirstily sucking each of her breasts as if he was a camel in the desert. Between the nipple sensation, and Dr. Rustle’s deep thrusts, Olivia felt the telltale building deep within her belly. Her muscles began to clench and her thighs quivered as she spun out of control again, losing herself in Dr. Rustle. She whimpered softly as her body began to slow down and she felt Dr. Rustle shudder then still within her, panting, as he forced himself to pull of her breasts. Olivia could feel bits of paper sticking to her sweaty body, and she shifted, hearing the crackly paper tear. Dr. Rustle was still inside of her, and he looked deep into her eyes.
“Olivia, had I known you would be such a willing patient, I would have taken pleasure in your body much sooner.” He appreciatively ran his hands up and down her bare arms, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
Olivia smiled lazily, “Oh believe me, Dr. Rustle, I had no idea you were such a” she paused trying to find the right word, “thorough doctor.”
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