A few years ago I was introduced to ABF and from then on I was hooked. I never knew something so simple could have such an impact on me. I love the idea of being a trad wife with a big dominant husband and he feeds off of me. To have him come home from work and need to relax by suckling. It’s something I would absolutely enjoy to do with my husband for as long as he wanted. He could while them out whenever he needed and suckle away.

One of my biggest fantasies is to breastfeed a big and muscular man. Not like, overtly muscular, just... Enough.

God, I get so turned on when I imagine this. To be held by someone so strong and watch them relax as they latch onto my fat nipple. To feel their grip on my breasts, delicate but desperate. To see this man suckle AND suck. To trace across their bare chest and back. Idk. Maybe I love seeing such a strong man melt in my arms and I am happy to just give him a place to just relax.

Would love to straddle him and have him feed while being held. Would love to grind my myself along the thick leg muscle or along that cock. No penetration. Just enjoying being so comfortable and connected.

Currently pumping and this is allll I can think of.

I've always had some of the biggest tits I've ever seen, even as a young woman. Now, I finally understand exactly what they're for.

It wasn't sexual for me, at first. But there was something about my neighbor Nathan. He was just so clever and his smile could light up not one room, but a hundred--I wasn't smitten, exactly... I felt protective of him, and wanted to make sure he got the best treatment from anyone he met. Because of our age gap, it didn't even cross my mind that he would want to talk to me about sex; I just focused on making sure he felt comfortable and taken care of in the places where we ran into each other--the laundry mat being the one place we always seemed to be alone. I got really comfortable with him. When I leaked through my shirt one day, it didn't even cross my mind to be shy about taking off my t-shirt and throwing it in with the rest of my clothes in front of him... But he froze, mid-sentence.

"I'm so sorry," he said, unable to stop staring. To my surprise, I felt myself getting turned on. I didn't feel shy at all.

"It's okay," I said. "Do you want to see it? I know it's a little different--"

"Yes," he said, his eyes darting up to mine, then back down to my bra. I wasn't wearing anything too sexy, just a regular black nylon bra. I turned my back to the door, rearranging myself in my seat so that my tits were just facing him; even the mirror overlooking the shop didn't check back here, where we sat, and there was no attendant or cameras.

Just me, and Nathan, and my big, swollen tits.

"You're definitely a mom," he said, laughing a little nervously as I slowly yanked the fabric down, down, down, over the tip of my nipple. "Like, very obviously, you are--" He gulped. "A mommy."

"Yeah," I said, enjoying how much he was enjoying me. I eased the fabric down over my nipple, watching his pupils dilate. It took me a minute to get both of them out, my skin was so damp; I plopped them over the edge of the bra and then eased my fingers underneath, letting him see exactly how much nipple was on order. "Do you want to touch them?"

He was trembling. "Yes, please."

I gently pulled his hand over, as he hesitated in mid-air, and rested it right on my breast. He had long fingers, but against my tits, they looked small. He shook for a second, then lifted his other hand. "Go ahead," I said, "squeeze them, if you want." Nathan stared at me, unblinking, and then gave each breast a very soft squeeze. "Good boy," I murmured, and watched as his erection immediately grew to the point of pressing against his pants. "Very good boy."

"I like it when you call me that," he whispered, and I smiled and pulled his face towards mine, giving him a gentle kiss on the end of his nose before resting my forehead against his.

"I know," I said, feeling him squeeze again. He couldn't help himself. He wasn't shaking any more, and his cock was about to burst out from behind his pants. "You should lick them. Good boys get a taste."

"Is that right?" He leaned closer, his breath on my cheek, then my chin as I leaned back and offered my breasts to him.

"Yes," I said confidently, a smile on my face. "You're a good boy, aren't you?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, eager to suck.

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That's all I've got so far!

So back in 2017 I had this bbw who would always say hi to me at work …..she had a pretty face but was known for being around a lot ….i worked at a call center for roadside dispatch and she would always bother me when she passed by ….one night we went in break together in her minivan and we started making out …I then noticed her huge ass tits which I for some reason never noticed …she then tells me while making out that she’s breastfeeding so milk may come out ….that immediately turned me on …so I started squeezing them more and she then whips both out …they are Both already dripping milk …so I sit down in the very back of the van and I bring her chest towards me and I start sucking on her milky tits… the milk was a bit watery but sweet….I sucked on those milk juggs like there was no tomorrow and she loved it ….she would then just start Breast smothering and told me to keep sucking ….man I was in heaven … I’ve always wanted to Breastfeed like that …I sucked on those tits for like an hour before we had to go back because we were way past our 15 minute break ….damn I miss her big ass boobs

The doctor, as it turns out, has not been entirely forthcoming about his marital status. He’d called himself “exasperatedly single.” The glaring tan line on his third finger says otherwise.

But I know better than to bring this transgression to light at dinner. I may, however, have to punish him for it later.

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He signs the slip and slides the card back into his wallet impatiently. It seems he can’t get out of here fast enough. He slides my chair back and then, within seconds, we’re in front of the valet—who gives him a knowing smile, retrieves the keys and then returns with the vehicle.

The drive from the steakhouse to the hotel is short, the air electric. He parks and rushes around to my side to open the passenger door. Inside the lobby, it’s several quick strides to the elevator and then, that little white button lighting up for our floor.

He pulls the key card from his jacket pocket and enters seamlessly, making a wide entry for me as a doorman would.

We have all the time in the world, so why not go slowly? After his mad dash to get here, it’ll be a pleasure to make him wait.

I take a languid walk to the mirror, nodding at the armchair in the corner of the room. He sits obediently, kicks off his shoes, and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“Stop. I don’t recall telling you that you could take your clothes off.”

He bites down on that bottom lip but takes the hint, and he stops undressing.

I push my mini skirt down my hips, staring into his eyes as he watches it fall to the floor. I run my finger along the garter around my left thigh, watching his blue eyes light up with anticipation. My lace thong is already just a little bit wet, courtesy of the racy thoughts that have been running through my mind since we ordered dessert. I step out of it, still wearing the cashmere sweater I had on at dinner, and cross the room slowly to place them in his hand.

Damn, if he knew how badly I want to just sit down and ride him right now…

But I resist the urge to do that. He said he wanted to suck my “perfect titties” until I can’t stand it any longer. So, that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

I push the sweater up over my bra to reveal the milk chocolate colored D-cup breasts underneath—Hershey Kiss nipples standing at attention. No bra. I knew he’d like that—the idea that the whole time we were sitting in that restaurant, servers and diners milling around, there was only a thin layer of cashmere between the world and my two…objects of his desire.

I run my hand up the length of my abs and cup my left breast in my hand. He sucks in a sharp breath as I pull on my nipple, gently twisting it from side to side just inches from his lips. Oh god, he wants it BAD.

“Should I put it in your mouth?” I whisper blankly.

He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving my breasts.

I cup both breasts with my hands, squeezing again. “Mmmm,” I moan, satisfied with my own touch. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you have them.”

“Oh, baby, please.”

That “please” is all I need. I push my left nipple past his lips and arch my back, forcing it deeper into his mouth. He pulls on the back of my sweater for leverage, closing his eyes as his tongue works my nipple and areola feverishly. Damn it his tongue feels so good, I just want—

…to be continued…

I was on a date with a dark haired beauty with an amazing figure. She was a brunette with long legs and womanly curves. Motherhood blessed her figure. Her tits swelled in size from her high school days. She went from 30D to 32F cup.

I was just out of college making money and traveling a lot while climbing the corporate ladder. She was living with her parents and looking after her new born.

We had a great time catching up. During the date she explained to me she had just pumped her breasts to prepare bottles for her baby because when she got home because her milk made after would contain alcohol.

We had cocktails at a local haunt with signals we were both going to get some action in the near future. At the end of the night in the dark corner of the bars parking lot…I leaned into her and she leaned against my Jeep. We began making out with lots of groping and sweet nothings whispered. The risk of being seen in public had made this even hotter.

My hands pawing at her full tits and gently rubbing her pussy through her jeans as we kissed deeply. It had been a few hours since she pumped and her nipple leaked and it went through her nicely cut tight t shirt with big milk filled tits.

And she got embarrassed and I kissed her and said it’s ok it’s ok and I rubbed her milky nipple outside her shirt and as we continued to kiss I undid her bra. I lifted her shirt up to expose her engorged breast. It was the most amazing sight. Her nipple leaked milk as I latched on and held her right breast and held her other nipple between my thumb and index finger while is drained her left breast the milk was near flavorless. I assume due to the cocktails we had.

She looked around and lifted up her shirt for me and I drained her full tits

I did not know what ANR was only that made me want to continue doing that.

I was hesitant about trying it but the more my husband wanted me to do it, I asked if his brother could be my first time, especially since he wanted to watch us

He bites my nipple, so gently, and I have to roll my eyes with pleasure. My gaze wanders to our reflection in the mirror again.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, distracted. “What are you looking at?”

Caught. Red-handed. I can’t help it. The visual of us in the mirror mounted on the clean, vast wall of the suite is…intoxicating. The juxtaposition of his body against mine. His blond-to-silver hair brushing the warm milk chocolate of my skin, his long, pale peach fingers pulling, cautiously twisting at the sienna circle of my areola.

He tries to admonish me. “Bad girl. You like to watch.”

This is an understatement. I love to watch.

Like watching him last night, when he folded me over his lap and spanked me. Right before he laid me down on the pile of pillows at the head of the king-size bed and proceeded to worship my breasts.

The spanking was…scintillating. I’ll have to find a way to convince him to do more of that.

…to be continued…

I've always been a bit of sexual deviant. Among my many fetishes I've always loved lactation and casual encounters with strangers. Shortly after relocating to a new city across the country I started throwing up some posts on my local Reddit hookup subs. Nothing specific to lactation or ANR or anything, just trying to find a local couple to join or a horny slut to play with. And that's when I found her, my perfect, kinky, big tittied Baby Girl.

After a few days of talking and sexting on snap we hooked up for the first time at an air BNB and it was an instant deep primal connection unlike anything either one of us had ever experienced. Despite her identitfiying as a dom, she immediately and naturally submitted to me. We quickly developed a Dom/sub dynamic with DDLG underpinnings after our first amazing session together. We met up a few more times afterwards (where I always gave her tits a TON of attention) before planning her very first MFM with her other fuck buddy she had at the time. But it was going to be awhile before we could work out the logistics so we had LOTS of daily sexting and camming in the meantime. We literally couldn't get enough of one another! We were basically keeping each other in a CONSTANT state of arousal for weeks. This is important to note because we suspect this is a large part of why she started lactating - just the constant state of extreme arousal I had her in for over a month.

We finally meet up for our little throuple romp and a good time is had by all. She's in total ecstacy, cums multiple times, and just has the time of her life with two cocks focused on her. Shortly after we're done, we're kinda just chilling in the living room chatting and joking while she's messaging with her out-of-state best friend. She's sitting next to me on the couch with her huge tits still out beckoning me so I casually start giving those sweater kittens some attention one last time before I leave. I pop her left titty into my mouth and start sucking and squeezing when it happened - the very first taste of milk!

I recognize it immediately but it was so unexpected it caused me to jerk my head back and exclaim, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" And she kinda starts freaking out and asking what's wrong?! I tell her to hold on while I go in for a confirmation taste. Yep. That's milk! I pull my mouth off of her and give her fat titty a nice firm squeeze with my thumbs on the underside of her tit sliding firmly upward towards her nipple revealing several drops of milk to her and I say "you have fucking MILK!" And she fucking LOSES her shit!

I repeat this with her right breast and sure enough it too is leaking milk. Keep in mind she's never been pregnant and has never produced a drop of milk in her life before this moment. She's worried something is wrong and is completely freaking out while I'm laughing my ass off with glee. I take a moment to calm her down and explain induced lactation and reassure her there's likely nothing wrong while also covering the chance of it being infected ducts or other possible medical issues.

Then she face times her best friend she'd been texting while still in a state of milk induced delirium, and she has me squeeze out a few more drops to show her milky tits off to her! I loved this! It was so fucking hot watching her excitedly show off her newly discovered hucow powers to her girlfriend.

We weren't trying to induce at all. This all just happened completely unexpectedly and took us both by surprise. As she put it, "this was not on my bingo card." She had her first MFM experience and got her first drops of milk at the same time. We suspect it was just the combination of titty attention I was giving her and the near constant state of arousal she was in that triggered milk production. And thus began our journey of exploring hucow, ANR, and other lactation related kinks together. This all happened a few months back and she's been consistently producing ever since. We're still working on increasing her supply as she only produces a few drops at a time and isn't the squirty milk queen we both fantasize about her being but we're hopeful we'll get her there one day.

I have nice big round E cups. They’re so sensitive I orgasm just from boob play. Nothing turns me on more than men who are OBSESSED with boobs. I’d love to hear your favorite boob stories. Tell me about the biggest boobs you’ve touched. Your first boob experience. Send me your favorite big boob porn. Do you love to titty fuck? Do you stroke to titty drops? Hearing about your boob obsession will make me so wet.

The door clicks as it closes behind him. I don’t turn around—when I look up to meet his gaze in the mirror, he turns his head down. The linen jacket covering his broad frame is wrinkled. What has he been up to down at the bar?

I hear the soft thud of his shoes as he kicks them off at the door, then heavy footsteps as he crosses the room. I know he’s thinking the same thing I am: Who will break the silence first?

In the still of the room, I hear the distinct sound of a zipper.

Who is going to cave in first?

I’m breathing in the sting of whiskey but before I can say a thing, the scratch of his five o’clock shadow is on my neck.

“Oh.”

I’m still angry. I’m still—

He lays a few rushed, harried kisses on my neck and then his hand slides under the smooth silk of my camisole, lightly stroking the nipple he’s come to know so well.

Before I can stop myself, a light moan escapes from my mouth. I look up to the mirror and there’s that damn self-satisfied smirk on his face. He won. Damn.

He nods slowly, taking his hand back. He crosses the room and falls back onto the bed. He’s been working his cock lightly since he entered the room; now his hand is sliding up and down, faster and faster as he bides his time waiting for me.

I’m still mad, but…I don’t want him playing without me.

It takes a quick second to cross the large hotel room. I slide onto the bed and cross one leg over his hips, palming his cock with both hands.

“Fuck.” He rolls his eyes before putting his hands up as if he’s surrendering.

Too late for that.

I let go of him for a second and slide a little higher up, leaning slightly to let my breasts drop just out of reach of his mouth. He cranes his head up, tongue out for a taste—I slide back and push down on his chest. Nope.

I want his mouth on me so bad but it just feels so. Good. To tease him. The intensity burning in his blue eyes is enough to send me over the edge right now.

I lean back down and press a nipple against his lips, be he doesn’t open his mouth. Instead his eyes are finding mine, brow furrowed. The look on his face is telling me to stop teasing him or else.

I’m choosing “or else.” I pout apologetically and he opens his mouth catching my nipple, his tongue flicking back and forth for just a second before I pull back again. I bring my right hand up to strum my left nipple. It feels good, but it’s not like having his rough fingers on my skin. It’s better being in his mouth.

He watches me play with myself for a few more seconds, squirming on top of him, getting wetter and wetter. He licks his lips, one eyebrow raised with his unanswered question.

I feel a sharp spank on my ass and then his strong hands are on my back, pulling me gently down to him. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and bites me with the gentlest pull of his teeth.

Oh.

I’m squirming on top of him and my hands feel around for his dick, so I can pull on it, tug on it—anything to distract him and slow down his mouth before I explode right now

to be continued…

Just something I wrote a while ago while day dreaming about breastfeeding. Enjoy!

What a joy it would be to lay down together so I could feed you. We’d be naked, face to face, reaching out to touch and caress one another as we talk softly to unwind from our stressful days. We’d eventually move closer and start kissing. It feels so good to be close to you and your kisses send shivers of pleasure through me reminding me of all the ways that I want you. You’d give me a hungry look and start to dip down towards my breasts. I’ll involuntarily moan as you trace your lips around my nipples before settling in to suckle from one. Feeding you is the best thing in the world. All that stress about the office and managing those accounts would fade away instantly for us both. We’d be so relaxed and peaceful. Eventually you’ll switch to the other breast and start playing with the one you’d just drained. It would be so sensitive and I wouldn’t be able to help but moan some more. Your hunger for my milk and closeness would have me quite turned on by this point. I’d be reaching for your hard cock before long because it’s only fair— it’s time for you to feed me!

Hi all, decided to share my recent first dabble into ABF. I've been super excited & trying to look up more about these relationships after this experience and have really enjoyed reading the experiences I've found here! So here's mine! (TLDR. It's very long, sorry I'm a wordy bitch!)

Recently I (38F) was at a friend's (37M) house to hang out and listen to records. *Further context: we're good friends who've known each other a long time and have hooked up quite a few times in the past.

We were laying on the couch together kind of cuddling, listening to music and talking about songs we like. It felt very relaxed and nice to be cuddling and we started to talk less and kind of melt into each other. We had been absentmindedly stroking each other's hands & arms, and as we started to become more of a puddle his hands started to wander towards my breasts. I leaned into it lazily but happily.

Usually, when we (or anyone I've experienced) would hook up in the past, things would get very heated and frantic at this point. I have larger breasts (and a high libido) and I've always loved sucking and attention to my nipples. And partners are usually more than happy to provide it. But its a very explicitly sexual, often aggressive, just in the heat of the moment during sex/foreplay act. I often found myself wishing that someone sucking on my nipples would go on for much, much longer.

Getting back to the couch. I was expecting him to react as he usually would and start furiously kissing me, pulling at my clothes and urgently grinding into me; but he didn't. He just started to slowly caress my breasts. It felt more sensual than sexual. I simply laid against him, enjoying the slow lazy intimacy. I was content but wondered what he was thinking. After a few minutes of gently massaging my breasts he let out this soft breathy sigh and said "this is so comforting." I couldn't help but get this huge smile and snuggle further into him. It surprised me how it felt so good to hear. I laid his head onto one of my breasts like a big soft pillow and started to massage his scalp. He nuzzled his face into my breast, still massaging with both hands. After a few minutes of him laying with his face on my breast I could feel his breath catch a little. He asked, somewhat quietly & shyly, if he could "suckle" me. I think his words were "Can I suckle while we listen to music?"

I was a little surprised by the question, and so instantly excited I could feel it in my nipples and all the way down between my legs. I think the use of the word "suckle" (vs suck etc) really did something for me. My pulse quickened immediately and I gave a breathy "mmhmm." We shifted a little so he was laying a little more cradled on me, and I pulled up my t-shirt to expose my right breast. He laid his head down against me and gently yet firmly took my nipple in his mouth and began to suckle. His other hand continued to knead my other breast over my shirt. I soon lifted my shirt entirely so he could access both my bare breasts fully. It immediately felt vastly different than all my other experiences of having my nipples sucked. I don't even know quite how to describe it. Instead of sucking trying to hit xyz spot to stimulate a response, I felt that he was actually suckling to comfort and soothe himself. It was like he was drinking me in. Which in turn made the way he used his mouth different, indulgent and fascinating. I also felt he wanted and needed me in this intense way I hadn't felt before. It was slow and incredibly vulnerable and needy and intimate. As he kept suckling, making satisfied little noises, wrapping his legs around me, me stroking his back and hair; I began to feel the most intense bond with him that I've ever felt while being physical with anyone. Way more than penetrative sex. I felt like we were connected, I felt like I wanted to comfort and care for him. I honestly felt euphoric. And the physical feelings? Holy shit. My nipples were absolutely pulsing with pleasure and I could feel it radiating throughout my whole body. ESPECIALLY down to my pussy. My pussy was absolutely throbbing and soaking wet. I think I was actually having vaginal contractions. I've never been that wet and activated while not even having my pussy touched. I felt like my whole body was just experiencing waves of pleasure and contentment and this intense bond to him. As he wrapped around me I could feel his rock hard boner pressed up against me but he never became frantic or moved to escalate things beyond where they were. He just kept snuggling and suckling.

We probably stayed like that for about an hour. When he finally unlatched from my nipple, it felt SO sensitive and incredible, yet I missed him on me immediately. He made a mommy joke, which was funny, but I also kind of liked the sound of hearing him say it. We then caught our breaths and realized how turned on we both were and proceeded to the bedroom to have sex.

Since that night I absolutely cannot stop thinking about it. I feel like I'm literally aching for it again. The more I learn, the more I want to explore ABF / ANR, it just felt so right and amazing. I'm hoping maybe my friend will be open to experience this dynamic further with me because it felt so good and natural with him. But I have not got up the courage to talk to him about it yet. Or perhaps I can meet someone else who is looking for a similar relationship. Thank you all for sharing your stories and experiences for the learning and encouragement! If anyone has any tips for getting started exploring ABF with someone or how to approach that convo, feel free to drop them my way :)

-a hopeful newbie

I miss this feeling when your breasts are hanging over my chest and face as I suck on them one at a time. We both know one is a little more sensitive than the other and I can feel the difference as my tongue gently circles around it. The tightening of your areola to a slightly rougher surface reminds me of high end leather that just feels so good on my tongue. I can see the smile on your face as you start to rub your hips and your lips on my body. This goes on for what seems like a blissful eternity and I get rewarded with a sweet drop of nectar every now and then that tastes like melting white chocolate in my mouth. We both want more and I can’t believe how lucky I am. I’ve taken care of my own body too through weights and hard work and the feeling of your hands on my muscles is so arousing. My hands around you hips makes you feel so secure and desired. I can barely handle such as amazing woman like you and your arms, shoulders, and the way you drag your nipples across my chest makes me melt away once again. I can both see, hear, and feel how much you are loving this and you are perfect in every way…. 🥰

I want you. More please.

Just got my first pump! I’m beyond excited to use it and get on a regular schedule😍 I’m so ready to start lactating & I hope this helps the process along. Any tips or tricks greatly appreciated!

I swear there are memes for every other kink. When I want to send someone an ABF meme, I can never find ANY. Help a girl out of you have one 🫶🏻

Do any other females crave having their partner latched on them? I know I do, which brings me to the bragging part of this post; As he was nursing on me tonight he re-adjusted hisself on his own to correctly latch! He also just crawled up on me to nurse without me saying anything or him asking. Definitely a proud mommy moment for me😍 I love the bond we are building with ABF. I never knew how amazing this would become.

Hello Wonderful People!

I've been reading so many great stories on this sub that I thought that I would share my own.

My wife and I discovered years ago that breast play and worship was very much a thing for us. A huge thing for us both. But it largely took the form of biting, smothering, touching and licking, sucking was only during sex, never outside of sex.

One night after sex I did ask If i could suckle to sleep. She was taken aback and asked if this was a age regression thing (due to trauma in her past, that would be a trigger for her) I said it wasn't but at that time I couldn't articulate it any further or better. I sort of shut the conversation down and pretended like it never happened. It was definitely too much of an ask out of nowhere.

Life went on and she got pregnant. We had to wind down breast play in the later months (better safe than sorry) and we both sort of resigned the to the fact there wasn't going to be much of the thing we love for some time.

As she started to begin the process of weaning our child off the breast see would get mastitis. I bet you know where this is going now. So I would help to unclog the duct when needed, which was fairly regularly.

Her production dropped quite a bit, but with sex and breast play back on the table it never stopped until this year (even now she gets a few drops every now and again) when she went back to work.

A couple of weeks ago we where at home, just laying in bed. She was watching TikTok and I was snuggling up to her. She turned to me and said 'do you want to suck my tits?' I obviously did and I just suckled for about an hour. She is pretty much dry but it felt so euphoric and sensual. I felt so connected.

Afterwards we talked about it (which I should of done years ago). We talked about how she thought it was sensual and not always sexual (although it could lead to that if the moment takes us) and that she would be open to doing it regularly. Just having me be on her breasts and us sharing a beautiful thing together sounded like heaven to me.

Since then I have suckled her to sleep. I will 'nurse' pretty much once a day for about 1 hour or so in total, mostly at night, it's a great way to finish the evening. It's been a lovely addition to our relationship. Given her work is demanding and does take her away for long periods (military) I don't think full on lactation would be on the cards for us, but you never know.

Just thought I would share our story.

59 [M4F]My success story

Here to spread some positivity. Guys, this community has brought me the greatest moment of my life.

I posted my call out for a partner to engage in another ANR server. Didnt get many responses (I think due to my age and body (dad bod)). Didnt get one for awhile, hopelessly didnt think I’d get any… except I did

She pm’d me and we hit it off. I couldnt believe it cause she’s an absolute SMOKESHOW. It helped that I’m old cause she said she’s attracted to much older men. Soon enough we set a date an time and I was anticipating out meeting. I couldn’t wait to dry nurse on her sexy melons.

The day had come and I arrived at her place. Knocked on her door and I was welcomed to her godly presence, never seen a cleavage better than hers. We closed the door and I instantly started groping her as she locked the door. She was wearing this sexy semi button downed shirt and a pair of short yoga shorts. She let me continue to grope her but told me I couldnt peak or pull off/down her bra until a queue came up in the movie we agreed to watch (havent touched a nipple at this point) (we also agreed to watch The nutty dinner). She made dinner but we agreed both to get right to the movie. As we went her basement theatre (amazing set up btw, comfiest couch set I’ve ever been on) I was watching those boobs jiggle right as we got there and she was loving it. I asked her if we could watch the movie naked but she said she’ll only strip to her underwear. I followed suit and stripped to my boxers as she did, taking off her shirt and booty shorts, leaving her in a sexy black lace bra and thong as im left in my loose boxers. Before we started, I had her permission to set up a camcorder so itll capture the magic, set it up near the tv, perfect view of her tits! We watched the movie (more so me starring at her tits the whole time and stroking my dick under the blanket) and she was loving it, sending me flirtatious smiles when she’d catch me staring. Eventually, towards the end of the movie, the villain of the movie turns into a baby and runs across a table and into this hot woman, ripping her shirt and exposing he clothed boobs as the villain says “i want milk” and runs away. I look at her and say “i want milk too”, she then slowly unclasps her bra and frees those perfect melons. I come over and lay my head in her lap and instantly latch on to her as she pulls down my boxers and strokes me. She moaned so loud and so sexy. I nuzzled on her tits sucking them harder or faster as she gave me feedback. Eventually I came and we made our way to her jacuzzi in the backyard.

We enjoyed our time in jacuzzi sharing stories, as well as me enjoying the view of her tits floating with the bubbles. Eventually we had to go inside cause we noticed one of the neighbours watching. We dried off and made our way to her bed with modern family playing on the bedroom tv. As we were on the bed, my member which was at attention was drawing a lot of her attention. One thing led to another and she was riding me as she put her tits in my face, having me suck them super loudly and having her moan like it was her last day on earth. After we were done, we called it a night, cuddling to sleep. She then, as a perfect host, woke me up with a surprise, being my dick in her mouth, giving me the best blowjob ive ever had in over 30 years!!! I reciprocated with nursing on her juicy melons, having her in pure ecstacy.

She was the hottest and sexiest woman ive ever met!!! @Radiant_Cream5144 you are an angel!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

Got up at 5 in the AM! Have been working and focused ALL DAY! Just returned home! Am beat! Done! Finished! Don’t even have the energy to go down a fix my bike downstairs real quick even though I really really need do! Just slouching here on my couch, tv ain’t even on, thinking about how nice it would be if someone I loved just put their breasts upon me and asked me to suckle them for an hour straight. An hour? No biggie! The energy i would get from that would be the same as Thor Odinson gets from his hammer Mjölner. Nevermind the bonding, connection, resting, caring that intermediate this physical connection between bodies, breasts and lips.

So my bf (33) made a joke about sucking on my boobs to go to sleep, jokingly I said sure. That night I popped one out and told him to lay on me and get it. He did. OMG he fell asleep so quick dry nursing on me, I did too tbh. It was the most heavenly experience for us both. In that moment I knew it was over for me, I started craving holding him & him nursing on me. I told him and he wanted the same thing but with me having milk. So now we are starting the journey to have me producing milk so his “feedings” are really feeding him. He came to me and asked if I wanted to be mommy all the time for him, I excitedly said Yes! It’s always been a thing for me, just hadn’t told anyone. So excited about all of it!

So i recently got hold of some frozen cubes of milk. As i couldnt find anyone local to feed off. I then recently saw a post of one woman using it as lube over a guys cock. So me being kinky and willing to try most things. Inserted a cube into my ass and rode a dildo. And oh my goodness the taste of the milky ass juice dildo was insane. I even insert one and walk around the home and let it defrost and dribble out. 🤤🥹

Is breast milk high in sugar? And will it worsen diabetes?

In the heart of the Nurturing Haven, a room was prepared with care, exuding a soothing yet charged atmosphere. Soft light filtered through sheer curtains, and the scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air. A plush armchair sat in the center, surrounded by lush plants that whispered secrets in the gentle rustle of their leaves.

Sarah, a woman of poise and assertiveness, sat in the armchair, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and determination. Her heart beat steadily, nerves humming with excitement and apprehension. She had agreed to this unconventional arrangement to find relief from her persistent milk supply, but as she waited for Lucas, she felt an unexpected spark of desire.

The door opened softly, and Lucas stepped in, his presence filling the room with a playful, magnetic charm. Tall and lean, with tousled chestnut hair and eyes that sparkled with a mischievous twinkle, he moved with an easy grace. His fitted shirt and low-slung jeans hinted at his growing arousal.

"Hi, Sarah," he said, his voice a playful rumble. "I'm Lucas."

Sarah looked up, her eyes meeting his with a directness that was both challenging and inviting. "Hi, Lucas," she replied, her voice steady and assured. "Thank you for agreeing to help me out with this... unusual situation. Dr. Hart said that there was no one else available to cross-feed for a few weeks and I needed to start the process sooner."

Lucas approached slowly, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. He pulled up a chair and sat facing her, his posture relaxed and open. "Unusual is one way to put it," he said with a soft chuckle. "But I'm always up for an adventure, and if it helps you out, then I'm all in."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "An adventure, huh? I like that way of thinking." She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his. "So, how do we start this adventure of ours?"

Lucas leaned forward slightly, his forearms resting on his knees. "First, we need to make sure you're comfortable. This is all about you, Sarah. Your needs, your boundaries."

Sarah nodded, her eyes flickering with appreciation. "I like that you're putting me in the driver's seat, Lucas. It's important to me that I feel in control." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I'm recently divorced, and this whole experience has been... enlightening. I thought I was doing this just to find some relief, but now, sitting here with you, I'm feeling something else. Something I haven't felt in a long time."

Lucas listened intently, his eyes filled with understanding and a gentle warmth. "I'm glad you're open to exploring this, Sarah. Let's take it one step at a time, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say the word and we'll stop."

Sarah nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "I trust you, Lucas. Let's begin."

Lucas reached out, his hand hovering near hers for a moment before gently taking it. His touch was warm and reassuring, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through her veins. Sarah felt a surge of desire, a longing that she hadn't felt in far too long.

"Before we start," Lucas said softly, "I want to make sure you understand what I'll be doing. I'll be gentle, and I'll follow your lead. If you need me to stop or slow down, just let me know."

Sarah nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and curiosity. "I understand. I want this, Lucas. I need the release, but I also... I also want to feel desired again."

Lucas smiled, his eyes filled with a playful warmth that belied the intensity of his arousal. "You are desired, Sarah. You're a beautiful woman, and this... this is an experience unlike any other."

As Sarah unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the soft curves of her breasts, Lucas felt a wave of arousal wash over him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to her—the way his heart pounded in his chest, the way his cock throbbed with a sudden, urgent need. He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to ease the growing tightness in his jeans, but the motion only served to draw Sarah's attention to the bulge that was becoming increasingly difficult to hide.

Sarah, her breath hitching slightly, reached up and cupped her breast, her fingers brushing against her nipple. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as a shiver of pleasure coursed through her. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with a heated intensity that sent a shiver down Lucas's spine.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Lucas's spine.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a playful warmth that belied the intensity of his arousal. "I can't help it," he admitted with a soft chuckle. "You're a beautiful woman, Sarah. This... is really the first time I've been asked to help a patient here."

Sarah smiled, her fingers tangling gently in his hair as he continued to suckle at her breast. She could feel the warmth of his mouth, the gentle tug of his lips, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She shifted slightly in her seat, her thighs pressing together as she felt a growing warmth between her legs. She had come here seeking release, but what she found was a hunger, a desire that she couldn't ignore.

"Tell me what you're feeling, Lucas," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and curiosity.

Lucas looked up at her, his eyes filled with a playful warmth that belied the intensity of his arousal. "I'm feeling... aroused, Sarah. I can't help it. You're a beautiful woman, and this... this is an experience unlike any other."

He continued to suckle gently, his mouth warm and insistent against her breast. Sarah felt a growing warmth between her legs, a hunger that she couldn't ignore. She shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in Lucas's hair.

"Yes," she murmured, the sensation of his mouth on her breast, the gentle tug of his lips, sending her spiraling toward the edge. "Drink all of my milk. Every drop."

She could feel the milk flowing, dripping down her chest, a warm and soothing sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her body tensed, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry as a muffled orgasm swept through her, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake. The room filled with the soft sounds of their breaths, the rhythmic suckling a lullaby that soothed her frayed nerves even as it stoked the flames of her desire. In that moment, Sarah found not just the release she sought, but a rekindling of her passion, a hunger that left her craving more.

"Would you like to schedule another appointment?" she faintly heard Lucas say as she drifted back to reality, her body still humming with the afterglow of her unexpected climax.

Sarah nodded, biting her lip as she looked at the young man certainty.

"Yes please."

So I told my husband over a year ago that I loved it when he played with my nipples and paid them attention during sex and that I thought I wanted to try to start relactating.(We have 2 children and i exclusively breastfed them 13 months and 10 months respectively) I don’t recall his exact reaction at that moment, and it was dark in the room so I couldn’t see his face but absolutely nothing became of it. He didn’t act interested, and after being married 8 years I felt like he was weirded out by even the suggestion of such a thing.

Fast forward about 6 months to a time period that had gotten very rough in our marriage for a number of reasons but when we talked through it all, I outright asked him why he brushed that off so blatantly when he knew it was important to me?!

During this same time period we were on a couples trip and one afternoon we were laying on a cabana type bed on our hotel room patio, basically out in the open but with a semblance of privacy. I was facing the room, he was facing the courtyard/ pool area. It was late in the day and I had been drinking since 11 and I felt brave enough to just go for it. I pulled down my swimsuit top on one side and said something like “just do it for me please. don’t stop sucking until I tell you to” And he was hooked.

Like many women, it makes me outrageously aroused and he was so surprised at how wet I would get. He works 2 days on/4 days off so we don’t get to do it everyday, but pretty much every night he’s here he will suckle at night before we go to sleep and it’s the most intimate physical attraction and feeling of pure love I’ve ever experienced in my life. He struggles with ptsd and I think the oxytocin high that he gets from that nursing connection helps him sleep soundly, and without nightmares. That alone makes me want to do it every day we’re able to for all the rest of our days.

It FINALLY happened for me. Do not give up on your partners if they don’t seem keen on the idea in the beginning.

Currently working on relactating. Taking Liquid Gold/Milkapalooza and drinking more water. Pumping on the days he’s not home. Massaging my breasts multiple times a day. Any other tips for success in that area will be greatly appreciated!

Just wondering what the most intimate aspect of nursing is for you and your partner? My partner and I love staring into each other’s eyes as he suckles while we’re holding tight to each other, I’ll kiss his forehead and nose, stroke his hair and trace his eyebrows and ears, and call him a good boy or tell him how good it feels. What do you and your partner enjoy doing while suckling? Or what is the thing you enjoy hearing from or saying to your partner? :)

We just can’t stop. All I can think about is him on my nipple, and all he can think about is when he can suckle again. It’s so distracting and so intoxicating. My breasts ache for his mouth.

Last night I was showering and heard him come in. Immediately my nipples stiffened and my body craved him. He steps in, the shower is steamy and I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “Baby, please, I need them” he whispers in my ear. His hands are pawing at my breasts, cupping, massaging, begging me for a taste. Since we started this my nipples have become tougher. They’re longer, harder, and it makes suckling easier, as he can just wrap his tongue around and bring my nipples into his mouth. I’m not lactating but the way we just can’t stop, it might happen naturally.

He’s begging for some suckles. The shower is big, I turn the water temperature higher so the steam can fill the shower and keep us warm. “Come here baby” I say, cupping my breast and offering it to him. He immediately pounces on the chance, hunched over and suckling. The flood of pleasure I feel, I imagine all my love pouring from my nipple and into his eager mouth as he’s gulping me.

“ i need to be fucked” I tell him. Without further instruction, the shower is off. He towels me off as he kisses me, haphazardly wiping water from our bodies. We collapse on the bed, he lays on his side, motioning he wants my nipples back. I slide up next to him, nursing on my side is my favorite position. He sucks until I’m begging for his cock. He slides his fingers into me as a tease, moaning into my nipple, praising me. He slips his cock into my eager, dripping pussy. He’s pumping me hard and deep with my breasts bouncing with his thrusting. “Im going to cum” he moans, I’m inches from my own orgasm as I feel his mounting. He reaches down and starts to give my clit a gentle rub and my orgasm comes crashing down on his dick. He moans in my ear “I feel you coming, my turn” he thrusts deep and I feel his cum splash inside me. I love the feeling of his hot cum. He stays inside and rolls over, eyes closed searching for my nipple. He loves to suck as his orgasms conclude. “There you go daddy, suck away baby.” I say dreamily. We’re in heaven.

This story was originally posted by Me and recorded with my own private permission (lol). Check out the Cheeky Chapters Podcast for a free and immersive audio version. In today's episode Jane takes charge of the Jungle-Man.

You know how this story begins…

“Stay away from me, like a very good Wild Man”, Jane yelled, kicking him away as he approached. She scrambled backward along the tree limb she’d been perched on, regretting climbing so high to get a good view of the gorillas below. After being at sea for weeks, then hiking days into the sweltering jungle; there wasn’t supposed to be anything that could surprise her anymore. But this ”man” was something entirely different and she was worried.

Jane was a fierce woman, confident and sure of herself even in the hardest times but calm and composed when challenged. Her father couldn’t persuade her to give up on this fool’s errand of studying apes in Africa and the captain stood no chance of convincing her to stay off the ship, even though she was the only woman aboard. As for a husband to dissuade her from following her passions; well let’s just say Jane was yet to meet the man that could keep up with her lust for adventure. No, she was in control and didn’t need anyone to tell her what she should or shouldn’t do

The jungle-man remained perfectly still, at the end of the branch watching her intently. Jane felt his gaze moving up and down her like a tiger stalking its prey. She wasn’t used to feeling overpowered but the energy of this man seemed to wash over her like a wave. He wasn’t a big man, but he exuded a large presence standing there in just a loin cloth. His lean physique seemed to be perfectly honed to moving around the trees. Gripping the vine he’d climbed down from, Jane could see his bicep tensing and flexing as the slight wind made the tree limb sway. Although his body didn’t move at all, her mind wandered briefly as she thought how impressive he was to stand so poised in such a precarious position. She snapped out of it quickly. This was a powerful man and she needed to be careful.

The jungle-man released his grip on the vine, letting it swing away behind him and put both hands knuckles down onto the tree limb. As he crouched there like an ape, Jane was suddenly aware of the humidity. His abs were glistening with sweat and she could see every rippling muscle in his 6, no 8 pack! His chest was hairless which she thought strange for a man who lived in the jungle, but she preferred that. His shoulders were strong from all that swinging and climbing he must do. He would be strong enough to carry her. ‘No, think clearly’, if he could carry her - he could definitely do worse. She made eye contact with him and got swallowed up in the depth of his dark emerald iris. She lingered looking at him, a mistake because he then started to move toward her. She should know better, apes consider eye contact to be a threat.

He moved with elegance, even on all fours, as if he were on flat ground and not way up in the tree canopy. Approaching her slowly, taunting his catch. She already had her back pressed against the tree trunk, there was nowhere to go. Everything she’d wanted to accomplish would be over in one fell swoop of this strange ape-man. No she wouldn’t go down without a fight, so she waited and watched him approach. Her heart was racing. Was this excitement or fear? She didn’t have time to consider it, instead she did everything she could to stay still, poised to strike at him the moment he was close enough. All Jane had to do was knock him off balance then she could climb back down to safety.

The jungle-man stalked her, edging closer and closer. This was it. Jane may not be big and powerful, but she could be quick and precise. She made a fist and lashed out at him with a punch aimed straight for his face. She connected! At least she thought she did. Jane may have been quick, but the ape man was quicker. He had easily caught her wrist before she could punch him. ‘What incredible speed’, Jane thought. ‘Stop being impressed Jane, you need to get free!’ She pulled back her hand, but he didn't let it budge. The jungle-man eyed up her gloved fist and tugged at the material, slowly pulling each finger until the glove came away.

The glove fell and disappeared amongst the leaves below, giving Jane a stark reminder of how high up they were. She noticed that even though he was gripping her wrist, he wasn’t hurting her at all. Such strength combined with complete finesse. Now he was up close, she could see his features much better. His brow wasn’t furrowed and angry, he was curious. His glare wasn’t manic, he was intense. He didn’t seem to be sizing her up at all, it was more like he was examining her. His face wasn’t hard or mean at all, there was a gentleness to the way he looked at her. She relaxed her hand and as she did so the ape-man relaxed his grip on her wrist and let go. He touched the tips of his fingers to the tips of her own and as he pressed their palms together a stark realization came across them both. We’re the same.

Although the danger seemed to be evaporating, Jane’s heart continued to pound in her chest. Perhaps she was more excited than scared after all. A smile had crept onto the ape-man’s face, ‘maybe he’s never seen another human before?’ He grabbed her arm yanking her away from the tree trunk and pulled up the sleeve of her dress, examining her elbow. Then she stumbled backward as he took off her shoe and sock exposing her toes, pulling at each one. He was getting excited and Jane giggled as the man explored her, comparing her body to his own. She was enjoying him touching her, his hands were rough but his caress was tender. She didn’t feel threatened even if he could open a coconut with his bare hands.

Jane didn’t realize her chest was heaving, was it the humidity making her breathe so fast or something else? The man noticed the movement of her chest and seemed puzzled. He looked down at his own chest which was certainly not flat, but also not the same as hers. Jane smirked, maybe we're not exactly the same! Her breasts were only just visible in her dress, but the movement up and down was obvious. Jane decided to take control of the situation and she reached forward and took the man's head in her arms. He flinched at first, but allowed her to guide him forward. As she did, she turned his head slightly, pressing his ear into his chest so he could hear her heartbeat. It was quick, but having him even closer seemed to calm her nerves a little. She was in charge of the strongest man she’d ever seen and it brought her huge satisfaction.

She could feel the sweat forming between them where their skin was touching a single bead dripped down her chest, tickling as it went into her cleavage. The man kept his head still and slowly brought up a hand to feel one of her breasts. Jane allowed it to happen, taking his wrist as he had done hers before and guiding his hand; she knew he had never felt a woman before. He cupped her breast in his hand, it felt heavier than he expected, fuller too. The sensation of his head against her and his hand on her breast made Jane feel wanted. The man could obviously overpower her, but she was clearly in charge and it turned her on.

Acting on the impulse and reaching around, pulling his hips toward her and she moved her legs apart allowing him space to cradle in her lap as she sat with her back against the tree trunk. She looked down at him nestled against her chest with his eyes closed, and released this was no terrifying jungle-man. This was someone who had never known human contact, let alone been held by a woman. He’d probably grown up by himself with the animals, terrified and fighting for survival. Seeing him there against her body, so calm and relaxed - a thought dawned upon her, ‘He’s been alone for so long, nobody has ever shown him love or affection’.

She reached up slowly, wiped the matted hair away from his face and she looked into those deep green eyes, her look was enough to tell him she’d take care of him. Smiling softly and taking her other arm to cradle his head, she began to pull down her dress. It was hot having another body pressed up to hers and she was covered in sweat, so she had to peel the material away from her breast to expose it. They didn’t break eye contact the whole time until she used her elbow to turn his face toward her. With one hand on her breast she guided her nipple to his mouth letting their skin connect.

He seemed to have an urge to take her nipple into his mouth and made a move forward. “Uh uh”, she cautioned in a playful tone. “Not until I say so”. He clearly didn’t understand her words, but the tone said enough for him to comprehend, ‘patience’. The powerful jungle-man lay perfectly still, eyes transfixed on the breast an inch from his face. Jane could tell the anticipation was too much for him, so she waited a second longer, enhancing her own yearning to have him suckle from her. Why did she even want him like this? It seemed such a strange desire.

She grabbed the back of his head and thrust her breast into his mouth. It was instinct the moment her nipple passed his lips. He held his mouth on her areola allowing her nipple into his mouth and subtly began to suck and massage with his tongue in a quick rhythm. The feeling was intense, she’d never done this before and didn’t know why she felt such a strong urge to have him nurse from her like that. The way he was immediately able to latch on and suckle in a way that made her feel desperately nurturing caught Jane by surprise. But she thought ‘of course he knew what to do, he’d spent his whole life acting on instinct to survive, and this is the most instinctive thing in the world’.

Sharing something so intensely personal was supposed to be taboo, so why did it feel so good? She loved the feeling of taking control and of nurturing and calming such a dominant man. She pulled her breast from his mouth, holding him close and began to massage herself. She pressed her hands toward the nipple, not knowing if what she really wanted to happen was even possible. As she massaged, the jungle-man lay transfixed on her. All of a sudden she felt a tingling sensation in her breast, it felt strange but she liked it. The jungle-man’s eyes widened as the first drop of milk formed on her nipple. It hung there from a moment, until it dropped onto his chest. He looked back up at her expectantly, knowing he wasn’t allowed to just take. She nodded and pressed his head against her chest once more. Burying his face in her breast.

The feeling was incredible, she could feel him drawing the milk from her. She’d never thought this was even possible, and didn’t care how. All she knew was that she wanted to take care of him and even though they’d not exchanged words, he needed her too. The sensation of having her milk sucked out was intensifying. She could see her other breast was beginning to leak. Intertwining her hands in his thick dark hair she pulled him off her. The suction as he came away made some of her milk squirt out on his cheek. She let go of her breast and with the tip of her finger wiped the milk off and onto her own tongue. It was sweet and salty.

Her other breast was seriously leaking and a wet patch had formed on her dress. It was almost aching her not having him suckle from that side too. She shifted slightly allowing him a little more space in her lap, pulled open her dress completely exposing both breasts and pressed him into her again. This time she looked down at his body. He truly was magnificent. His arms were perfectly sculpted for swinging and climbing, his chest and body were lean and fit. She glanced a little lower to his waist, noticing his loan cloth had shifted.

While holding him against her she lifted his makeshift underwear away, revealing a rock hard cock. She smirked, loving how turned on she had made him. She placed her free hand on him, and began to stroke him in rhythm to his suckling. He noticed and stopped, not knowing what was going on. “It’s ok” she said, “I’ve got you”. And she leant forward to kiss him on the forehead, dropping her nipple into his mouth again as she sat up. He moaned as she began to stroke him once more.

He was clearly enjoying it because his suckling rhythm began to get deeper and longer. So she picked up the pace of her strokes. He felt hard and firm in her hand, she loved it and desperately wanted more from him. But not yet. He would have to wait for that. For now, she was satisfied in showing him who was in charge. She kept up the pace, knowing he was building up to a huge climax. She could feel her milk leaving her, he was sucking harder, trying to get every last drop of milk. His suckling got faster and faster and all of a sudden stopped. Some of the milk in his mouth dripped out and down her breast. Looking down at his pulsating cock made her sweat even more.

His breathing was fast and she could feel his body quivering in ecstasy. She stroked the back of his head, encouraging him to open his eyes. He was still latched on when she said, “I’m Jane”. He seemed to not comprehend, so she repeated, “Jane” while gesturing to her, then pointed at him. He released her breast from his mouth, a little milk still dripping down from the tip of her nipple.

He squeezed her breast squirting a little out, “Jane?”. He said inquisitively, looking up at her.

She laughed at the misunderstanding, “no no no, I’m Jane!”

“Jane” he repeated, this time pointing at her a she nodded and smiled her confirmation.

He took her hand in his own and as he pressed her palm onto his chest where she could feel his heart beating, he said in a gruff deep voice, “Tar-zan”.

You know what happens next…

My breasts have been aching for him. Life has been busy and things get in the way sometimes. But last night was a night we came back to each other.

We were sitting on the couch watching a show. We got close to each other and just started feeling each other-reconnecting. His hands make their way to my breasts. He loves to feel my hard, stiff nipples in his hand. He brushes them and he lets out a small moan. He wants them. He rolls around and lays his head on my arm, I’m laying on my side with my nipple inches from his soft mouth. He takes it in his mouth and it’s bliss. Instantly my body relaxes, I feel the stress just melt away as he suckles. It makes me feel so connected to him in such an intimate personal way. He suckles and gets a sleepy dreamy look across his face. We stay here for a long time. Him quietly nursing and me in ecstasy. He moves slightly, begging for the other nipples, I obliged. Perfect latch, perfect soft sucks. It’s heaven. I stroke his hair, praise him.

He moans into my nipple as I reach for his throbbing penis. I tease him with my fingers as he continues to suck. He switches back and forth. My nipples are stiff and sensitive, waiting to be sucked again. We must have stayed here at least 45 mins. We never even had sex, just fell asleep in each others arms, with my nipple in his mouth. It was heavenly

Before Daddy went down on her, he laid back and she had full view. Had she seen or heard of bigger guys, yes. Size is something to consider, but finesse is her thing. With a flick of her tongue, he was alive. V’s tongue danced around the head before her lips came together.

Siding down a little more, her own saliva was building up. Letting Daddy slide out, her saliva followed down the shaft, but she was licking it up as humanly possible, before started to swallow him again. When she was coming up for air, she was stroking him.

He then told her to layback. As he stood up and face her, grabbing her ankles, she was pulled over to edge.

On the edge of the bed, she laid. Feet almost solid on the floor, when he grabbed her back side of her knees and lift the up and open. She is instructed to use her hands if she wants, but she needs to keep open and exposed. He kneels down and kisses the inside, just above the knee. Licking towards the thigh, he stops. He hears a faint voice, saying “please don’t stop”. But, he is already on the other leg.

Getting up, he is at her side, with the right arm and shoulder under her legs, lifting her up, he starts sucking her lips and clit like she hasn’t had in a while. Just as she was enjoying herself, she felt a finger starting to invade her, dancing around her little clit, which is not that small. Sliding his finger up and down with a faint of pressure, which she loved and hated at the same time. Until one finger found a way in.

Pushing his finger in, he was amazed at the softness. And of course she was damp to wet. Daddy wasn’t sure if he was pushing, or if his finger was being sucked in. He started to pull his finger back out, then advance back in as deep or deeper. After V had relaxed, a second finger was added, all at once. With a moan, he picked up the pace and grabbed her lips, one by one and rubbed them between his lips.

For the past few days, Daddy hasn’t taken the time to shave, which is adding to V’s pleasure and torment, as the growth was short but prickly. And V’s is closing her thighs around him. When she relaxes a bit, he goes deeper. Like a gold digger following the vein, he is after the source, her honey pot, drippin the warm sweet substance.

As he is slowly releasing his grip, licking up anything trickling out as he is pumping his fingers in and out. With his fingers sliding out, he takes his thumb and forefinger along both sides her lips. Giving them a squeeze and then releasing them. If he isn’t squeezing them, then he is opening the valley as he can, to lick and nibble.

Vis now twitching and struggling, as her knees are held against her breast and open as much as possible, as his tongue is running rapid. Back and forth, up and down, from the top of the juicy clit, down the crack of her cheeks.

He stands up stroking himself, ready to deflower her to the point of no return .Slapping her clit with his cock was for him. All she could do is wait, where his meat landed down on her slick and semi-puffy lips. Forcing them apart, and rubbing himself on her. When he meets a little opening, he presses forward, listening for moan.

No need for any artificial lube, as he is halfway in and is now picking up his pace. Pulling out to allow her to expel her sweetness, he slides back in without warning all the way. And she is raising her cheeks upwards, only giving me an easier access to bury myself…

As I pull completely out, I take time watch the two openings spasm and wink as a little more sweetness escapes. I reach down with both hands to meet hers, guiding her upright. With her arms around my waist, she says “Daddy, how much…… how much more Daddy?

She is spun around and now has her back to his chest. Her bare bottom has a visitor knocking and she doesn’t know if she can. Daddy knows that she is weary, unsteady on her feet, but she bends over. Moving her feet around Daddy’s feet and placing her on each cheek to guide herself open for use.

Kneeling down, he starts licking her sweetness. Every few strokes, the tip of his tongue catches her clit, which makes her twitch. He starts his lip service, sucking in one lip at a time, rubbing his stubble against her tenderness.

Without warning, he stands and is entering her, with no mercy. All of him is deep as he can go, in and out, over and over to her next climax. Daddy pulls out and is spreading her cheeks. He then says, next time bring someone with you.... ,before he enters her.