Novel & Cerita Lactation Fantasies

That always added a nice thrill to my orgasms. With my eyes closed, I delved into my fantasy land. I pictured my mother's breasts spraying milk all over me. God it was such a turn on and I didn't even know why. I wished I could suck on her nipples every day. My stroking continued, slow and deliberate. I felt my orgasm throbbing beneath my cock, ready to explode. But I kept it down. I knew how to control it--

she asked. “Oh yeah, it is wonderful,” he moaned. “Then, enjoy it since it is your birthday present,” replied Jackie. “I will let you fuck Karen as much as you want tonight,” she added. “Oh my God, I cannot believe that it is real,” he moaned. “Yeah, you are right,” replied Karen. “It is among the biggest fantasies for men to fuck lactating women,” she added. “God Karen, you feel really good,” he moaned. “I expected to feel good but right now, it feels far better than I had expected,” he added.

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

He imagined her rubbing the lotion over her ripe, young body after a bath, paying special attention to her glorious tits, smearing them with cream until her pink nipples were thick and hard. Larry’s cock was almost painfully hard now, and the scent of his daughter’s lotion rose to his head and inspired him to even more vivid visions of the girl’s sweet body. He’d seen his daughter in a bikini enough times to have a very good idea of what she looked like naked, but he was dying to see the final details with his own eyes -- her thick nipples and pouty pussy. With these images of her in his mind coupled with the scent of her lotion, it was the most realistic fantasy he’d had of her yet. He coul

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby girl. This little virgin pussy is dripping for me.” I added a third finger, stretching myself as I fucked my hand harder. My other hand stayed on my breasts, pinching my swollen nipples while I rocked my hips desperately. “Please… eat my pussy… lick me right there…” I moaned quietly, my voice breaking as the fantasy took over. I imagined Calvin sucking my clit hard, his tongue flicking rapidly while two of his thick fingers pumped into me, curling against that perfect spot. The pressure built fast and intense. My thighs trembled, my pussy clenching around my fingers as I rubbed my clit furiously.

Sex induced labor, and if there was anything I wanted in me before the painful labor, it was his dick. Christian breathed as his fingers now moved between my wet folds carefully, and it is here that I realized maybe fantasies do come true, as one of mine was happening: my husband's brother fingering me as Christian now pushed aside my folds before slipping his thick middle finger in me, earning him a moan as fire ignited through my body.

"Continue." "I want you to suck them like you did before, like you could never get enough. I want your cold lips wrapped around them, sucking like it had something that belonged to you. Bite my nipple, make me soak these floors with those beautiful lips of yours." I confessed, arms dropping beside me. These were my fantasies, all the things I had long craved to tell him, all the things that left me wet in the middle of the night when I would try to get some sleep but end up thinking about him.

He’ll latch his teeth on to my nipple and tug, grope, and knead my breasts and … I shoved a hand between my legs and gently teased my clit. And … suck on my tits so hard until I come all over him. My pussy clenched at the thought. Lucas was already obsessed with them, stared at them any chance he got. When I got pregnant, they’d grow even larger, and I could only begin to imagine how much he’d like that.

What did a woman say to the man trying to spoon-feed her every sexual fantasy she’d ever denied? “I don’t think—” “You think too much. Of all the reasons you shouldn’t. Of all the reasons I scare you. Try thinking of the ways I could please you.” Oh, she’d thought of those. One of his hands eased away from the door. He brushed the back of his fingers down her neck, over her collarbones…and kept delving down. He caressed down the terrycloth-covered slope of her breast, then brushed down over the erect nipple begging for his touch.

And yet… I stripped out of my sundress and lay on the bed in just my lace panties. My hands wandered before I could stop them. I cupped my heavy breasts, pinching my nipples as I imagined their hands instead. Marcus’s strong grip. Derek’s rougher touch. Both of them on me. The fantasy shocked me two daddies worshipping my body, using me, claiming me.