Discovering Our Breastmilk Kink [FM]

My main problem with breastfeeding has been the excess. I would leak *all the time* even through my nipple guards. It was so embarrassing. It initially also got in the way of my sex life with Hubby. He’s a proverbial “boobs guy” and always loved sucking on my tits (which I love too), but he would strictly avoid it when I first started breastfeeding. Then something happened.

“Love, can you burp him? He’s left me a full on one side again.” I whispered so as not to wake up the baby.

I nudged my husband to sit up and take our child. He placed a bib on his shoulder and and began to pat baby’s back. After a moment there was a burp.

“Can you take him to bed?” I asked. “My pump is being difficult.”

I was trying to express the surplus milk, and was struggling.

Hubby slid out of bed with our baby on his shoulder, already asleep. He took him to his nursery and put him down.

Returning to the bedroom, my husband found me still struggling with the attachment for the breast pump. Exasperated and tired, I gave up, throwing it on the floor.

“Get me a towel, would you, babe? I’ll just leak all night and change the sheets in the morning.”

“Why don’t I help it out?” He asked.

“What?” I responded, surprised. “You mean suck on me yourself?”

“Yes. I’ve got a mouth, a tongue. Has to be better than that thing,” I said, waving vaguely at the floor where I’d dropped the machine.

“Umm, yeah, sure. But wouldn’t you think it a bit gross, you having his milk?”

“It can’t be that bad.”

There was another long moment of silence. The idea had never entered my head before. I put my fingers to my nipple, where milk was still leaking. “You won’t mind the taste?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well,” I started “then could you come help me out with that, baby?”

I laid in front of my husband, my enlarged tits at his eye level. “My boobs are all swollen with milk, Will. They’re so full of milk they hurt.”

I laid him down, and leaned over his face, putting my left hand on the back of the headboard to balance myself. I cupped my breast with my right hand and brought it cautiously close to my husband’s face.

“You can help me with this, can’t you, baby?”

“Just look at how swollen this boob is.” I was whispering now, and my breast was inches from my husband’s face. I needed him to make contact.

I watched him stare at my swollen tit, the skin stretched taught over its roundness. A few veins showed through my skin as faint blue lines. Drops of milk began to appear and drip down onto his chin, but he didn’t move, he didn’t seem grossed out.

“I really need your help, baby,” I whispered urgently, my teeth clenched. He was torturing me.

“Fuck,” Hubby said, and then his mouth was on my tit, his lips sealed around the pink nipple, and he was sucking, pulling a spray of milk into his mouth, shooting little jets onto his tongue and the insides of his cheeks.

“Oh, gosh!” I said, the words bursting out of me like a grunt.

I put a hand to the back of hubby’s head, holding him tight against me as he sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.

I climbed on top of him, straddling one knee on either side of his legs, my breasts hanging down completely allowing me to hold onto his head with both hands, burying my fingers in his scalp.

“Suck me, baby,” I said in a purring whisper. “Suck on me. Take my milk. Suck it out of me.”

He pawed at my body, cupping the breast he wasn’t sucking on and squeezing it roughly. I felt milk spraying into his hand, and he switched his mouth to that breast, gently closing his teeth down on the nipple for an instant and then sucking, squeezing the same tit with his hand as he sucked on it.

With his other hand he started massaging between my legs. I was wearing pajamas. He moaned as he hooked his hand under my garments and was met by the soft pubic hair on my wet mound. I was already soaked, obviously, and after a few moments of stroking and probing, he slid two fingers into me.

“Yes!” I grunted again.

I closed my fists in his hair, holding tight. By raising and lowering my hips I started fucking his fingers, driving them as deep into me as they could go.

He kept sucking, and still the milk kept flowing from my tits.

I was already so close. “Gonna cum…” I said, my voice thick and throaty.

I closed my hand around the wrist of his hand he was finger-fucking me with. I pulled up, forcing his fingers deep into my pussy, then pushed him out, then pulled up again in a slow rhythm.

“You’re gonna make me cum…” I said again.

His thumb started rubbing my clit And my climax washed through me. I let out a wordless cry as I came all over his hand, a shudder passing through my body. I could feel both of my breasts literally squirting out milk now.

I came down, but quickly felt on the edge of another. I started grinding hard into his hand at a frenzied pace. Then it hit me again, this one even stronger, as he held a nipple firm in his mouth, tongue swirling.

I cried long, loud, and full in ecstasy as my body convulsed over my husbands hand and mouth.

After I came down once more, I lifted myself from hubby’s lap.

“Ohhh,” I sighed, gasping to catch my breath. “Oh, that was good”

I took off my clothes and laid down on the bed again, on my back with my legs angled toward my man.

“Fuck, Molly,” Hubby said in a daze.

“Yes,” I cooed. “Please do. Take your clothes off and come over here and lie on top of me and *fuck* me.”

I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him undress faster. When he was finally naked I reached up toward him with both arms, my eyes fixed on the rigid cock that jutted out at a right angle to Hubby’s body.

“Come give me that big thing, lover. I’ve wanted that big cock inside me all day.”

Will went to his knees, then lowered himself onto his chest, shifting backward so that his face was at my pussy with his ass in the air. Immediately he put his mouth against me, an extra treat, pushing his lips into my fine hair, using his tongue to give me pleasure.

A moment later I tugged at Will’s shoulder. “Come up here,” I ordered. “I want your cock. I want your cock inside me.”

Obediently the head of his cock came up between my legs, and after a couple of probing nudges it started to slide into me without either of us touching it.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he slowly pushed deeper.

“Oh fuck that’s tight.”

I put my arms around him at the waist and pulled at him, trying to hurry him into my kitty. “C’mon, give it to me. Give it all to me. Fill me up with your cock.”

Soon the last couple of inches disappeared inside of me as I tilted my head back, making a gasping and breathless laugh. “Oh gosh. Oh Gosh, YES!”

I looked down to see Will staring at my breasts. “Yes,” I purred, putting my hand under one breast and lifting it, offering it to him. “Take it. Suck my milk and fuck me.”

He took the offered breast into his mouth, closing his lips on it and sucking, and once again I felt my milk flow into his mouth. Then he released my nipple and brought his face to mine, putting his lips against my lips. As he opened his mouth into mine, he let milk flow into me, a little at first and then more and finally all of it. I took it all, then closed my lips to swallow and opened them again to laugh.

Will picked up his thrusts, long, deep thrusts, and I felt my orgasm approaching again, building up inside me.

“Y– ye– yes,” I stammered, the word squeezed out of me in the fast rhythm of his thrusts. “F– fuck me, W– W– Will… Fuck m– me.”

I came. Again. And fine little jets of milk spurted out from my breasts as I did.

Then it was Will’s turn to let out a bellowing grunt, as his cum spewed out of him and his body went into wrenching contractions that drove his cock to its furthest limit up into my pussy, filling me with his seed.

I’m not nursing anymore, but we talk about a possible baby #3 all the time…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qrp3ai/discovering_our_breastmilk_kink_fm