Lactation Fantasies Novels & Stories

My free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple the way I wished someone else would. The fantasy intensified. Jax on his knees, tongue replacing my fingers, licking me with slow, deliberate strokes. His eyes looking up at me, dark with hunger. “Come for me,” he’d say. I whimpered, fingers moving faster, chasing the edge. My thighs trembled. The coil inside me tightened unbearably.

He made me ride him, his hands on my hips guiding me as I bounced on his thick cock, my sore ass slapping against his thighs. “Imagine it,” he whispered as I neared another orgasm. “Your belly starting to swell in a few weeks, tits getting fuller, everyone wondering who knocked up the good girl. Only we’ll know it was your stepfather breeding you right under this roof.” The fantasy pushed me over the edge again. I came with a broken moan, collapsing onto his chest as he filled me for the third time that evening. I laid lumped against him, tangled together with him, his hand resting possessively over my lower belly.

It was about everything that led to it. Hunter's damp fingers grazed my nipples and he pinched them, earning a cry from me. His tongue darted out as he gave my left breast a long lick. He pulled away, groping them with his hands. He lifted them, bouncing them around, before squeezing them so hard I thought they'd burst. I winced painfully, but Hunter ignored the sound I made, going for them again, burying his face in them. His lips puckered as he kissed them repeatedly, taking the left one again into his mouth, sucking it whole, leaving it sore and discoloured.

The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up. I soon found myself gazing down at her. Her big breasts became hypnotic as they bounced around wildly. I had to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. Natalie's body was jerking and writhing in pleasure for real, right in front of me. I grinned for a brief moment, praising myself for the confidence to make it all the way with a girl that had been torturing my fantasies for months. That moment quickly passed as I focused back on the splendid pleasure that very same girl was giving me.

Another part thrilled at the mystery. Sleep finally came, but my body stayed restless. I closed my eyes and let the movie’s images bleed into my own fantasies. I imagined Lucas standing over me, eyes dark with hunger, studying every inch of my naked body. The fantasy built slowly. I pictured myself on the bed, wrists loosely bound with silk ties to the headboard, breasts heaving with anticipation. My nipples tightened into hard peaks just from the imagined weight of his gaze.

Caterina laughed with him this time. “Though I would say you must be looking a very sexy cow on the couch”. Luca winked at her this time, making her blush. “Yeah. And I don’t know how long we have to wait until the cow could feed us”. Hugo joined Luca too, enjoying the blush on her face. “Oh my god. You are so shameless”. Caterina hid her face in her hands. “Why? I was reading the other day that in the third trimester, especially in the 9th month, the women start lactating, and it often gets very difficult for them to sleep on their sides due to the aching in their nipples.

I didn’t hesitate. My voice dropped to a husky whisper into the microphone as I leaned closer to the screen. “I’d kiss you so deep first… then trail my mouth down your neck until I reach those incredible breasts. I’d wrap my fingers around your thick, dark brown nipples—twist them slowly at first, then pull harder, stretching them until you arched and moaned for me.” The fantasy felt so real I could almost feel the pebbled texture under my fingertips, the way they’d swell and darken even more. “They’re so big, so perfect… I’d take one deep into my mouth, suck hard like I was drawing you in, swirl my tongue around the wide tip, flick it, graze it with my teeth just enough to make you gasp. Th

"After I drain one tit, I'd switch to the other. Make sure both are empty and sensitive. Then I'd bend you over the stroller handle or whatever is close, pull those tight jeans down, and eat that pussy from behind. Lick every inch until you're grinding back on my face. You'd taste so sweet, all worked up and maternal. I'd slide my cock in next, nice and thick, stretching you open while your milk leaks onto the floor. Pound you deep until you milk my dick with that tight hole. Fill you up with cum while you bite your lip to stay quiet." I squeezed my thighs together as I walked, trying to ease the ache. My breathing had grown shallow. I could feel my face flushing deeper, a mix of embarrassme

he whispered, and she found herself smiling, her eyes filling with tears of joy as he caressed her tummy with one hand, his fingers from the other slipping between her labia to caress and massage her clitoris. “You’re amazing,” he said, and she could tell he was smiling. “You’re already wet and I’ve barely touched you.” “Anticipation does a lot to a girl’s libido,” she teased him. “The internet said most women have unusual sexual fantasies during pregnancy.” “Is that why I wanted you so badly at my grandparents’ house?”

Tell me your darkest fantasies. "What! I'm not admitting to shit." "Come on, tell me," he urged, laughing. Axton's laughter was one of the most beautiful I'd ever heard because it was light and a sharp contrast to his baritone voice. "Okay, let me tell you mine," he continued. "When I was a young, horny bastard, my biggest fantasy was getting a massage from three-breasted women and they only massaged me with their boobs." I doubled over and whizzed with laughter, falling off the bed. Axton cackled and lifted me, wrapping himself around me.