Erotic Stories Breastfeeding Novels & Stories

And he didn't care how wrong it was. The first trickles of pre-cum flowed out of her, oozing from his hot pink tip. "Ughhhhhh, ughhhhhh..." Her teeth and breasts quivered with each deep entry. "This can't... so...good. Why is it so good..." "I want to fill your belly with my baby; I want to fill your breasts with milk." Cedric circling her nipple with his lips, kissing and gently suckling it. "Ughhhhhhh, Muuuuum."

They’ve filled again already—damn lactation, always leaking at the worst times—droplets of milk beading on the tips. He breaks the kiss just enough to trail his mouth down, kissing the sides of my breasts, licking the swells with broad, hot strokes. My head tilts back, a moan escaping as my hips buckle up off the bed, toes clawing into the mattress for anchor. The sensation is electric, his stubble scraping sensitive skin, making me drip anew between my legs. I figure he’ll avoid the nipples—knows I’m breastfeeding, right? It’s for Lily, sacred or whatever.

Janelle was pulled into his arms, and they kissed passionately without caring who might see. “I’m hungry. I want milk.” Uncle Jackson licked his lips. Janelle immediately lifted her shirt and pressed herself toward him without hesitation. My vision blurred. I nearly lost my balance. We had been married for two years, but we barely had any intimacy. She was delicate, easily shy, and afraid of pain. Not long after she got pregnant, she told me she wanted a sex-free marriage. I could not bear to make her uncomfortable, so I agreed immediately. I even secretly underwent a vasectomy because she was afraid I might cheat.

I bit, sucked and suckled on his neck until I'd left my mark on my baby in the form of several small and large hickeys. I moved lower then, peppering open-mouthed kisses on Brad's sternum, while my hands caressed his body all over. When I took his nipple into my mouth, he writhed and moaned beneath me. I toyed with his pink, pebbled nipple, rolling it around with my tongue. ‘Mmmm his man titties will fill with milk soon when I fuck him and put my baby in him,’ I thought. I let the fantasy wash and settle over me, imagining the time when I would suck Brad's nipples and his nutritious milk would fill my mouth.

he groaned around my nipple, the vibration making me arch. "Yes... play with my clit, Daddy. Make your little girl cum." The dual sensation was overwhelming, his mouth alternating between my breasts, sucking greedily, teeth nipping, while his fingers worked my clit with expert precision. He rubbed faster, dipping lower to gather more wetness, then back to my clit, pressing firmly. I bucked against his hand, moans spilling out uncontrollably.

And he pulls me to himself again, burying his face in my boobs and licking a line through my cleavage like his life depends on it. I don’t even know when my hands go around his head, running through his luscious hair and pressing him deeper into me. He palms both of my boobs, sandwiching his face between both of them. He lifts me up by my waist, and I shriek as he leads me to the couch, balancing me in his lap. I can feel his thick length press into my stomach, and I grind on it before I can even stop myself. He focuses his attention on my right nipple, making sure to take care of the other boob, kneading and playing with it like he is fascinated by two of them.

I cried harder. I pleaded from underneath the gag, but Eric said nothing. Instead, his hands cupped my breasts and then slowly removed the clips. Blood rushes to my nipples and I scream behind the gag. It hurts, but it also makes me want more. He massaged my breasts and I almost hummed as I tried to get closer to his hand. Suddenly, the warmth of his mouth kisses my left breast, and his hair tickles my chest. "That's right." I sighed.

Babyface yanks on my pigtails over and over, panting and grunting until he comes into my mouth. I swallow it like a good girl. Next, I tell them both to lie down on opposite sides of the bed. I go to Eric first, straddle his face and rub my breast hard through the red lace while Eric licks my pussy. He grabs my ass and rocks me back and forth in his mouth until I nearly come. Then I lie down with my ass pressed against Eric, and he reaches around to my breast and starts playing with my sensitized nipple.

He didn't care about Anindira and kept kissing her deeper and deeper, making Anindira confused, not knowing what to do anymore. Mateo's hand started to go down and grabbed Anindira's collar, tearing it and exposing her chest. Matteo can see Anindira's breasts, which are cute but stocky, poking out and teasing Mateo. You can see the white liquid of breast milk hanging on the tip of her nipple. The smell of pheromones combined with the smell of milk, aroused Mateo even more. Anindira has always been milking herself so that her milk production doesn't stop. The hope of being able to breastfeed Atthy and Keffy again is still very big in her heart.

Bad choice after bad choice. My son yawns and then grasps my nipple again, causing me to inhale sharply. Shelby and I researched breastfeeding on the Internet and discovered the discomfort is common. Time will cure the problem and Shelby promised to bring home some breast cream today. I’ll survive and be thankful for the opportunity to feed my son. His beautiful eyes flutter and he grins, in his perfect little newborn way, around my nipple. How do you express something greater than love? I don’t think you can.