I love you sitting on my legs with your knees up on either side of my chest. I get to wrap my arms around your legs and back and clasp my fingers together, or scrub your soft back and hips and up the sides of your body to hold your shoulders and back down. As you talk and whisper to me, I feel your hips grind into my hardon and your breasts press into my chest. Your teeth nibbled nipples are large and brown and, right now, hard. I feel them in my chest hair, rubbing my own hard male nipples. The whole sensation of our bodies touching in the soapy water thrills me.
Your whispered words, however, set me off. You feel my cock respond to every syllable and rub against your genitals as your breathe send pleasure down my spine. As you talk about your breasts, I know that you still don't imagine them as the most sensual part of you, but you have grown to appreciate how they satisfy my kink on bring your big hungry baby, your man that feeds off of you. I don't indulge too much, as I know you have a survival instinct to protect the milk for our children, but a little every now and again tastes so sweet, like warm, sweet, ice cream.
Chip is only three, so you still nurse him occasionally. Your nipples even now leak milk as you play with me and rub yourself on my chest. You have not dried off, though your fertility has returned enough for us to have our third child. Even Ana still tastes you to stake her claim on your milk, when she cuddles up with us, naked in bed before you wrap yourself up with pajamas and sweatshirts. This never stopped any of us for gaining access to those breasts, though, given that we bought nursing wraps to make it easy for yourself, and so, easy for us to access.
I see you teasing your melons, but I know I can coax them to wetness. I start to massage them lightly with both hands as you talk about them to me. Pushing you back, I can bend my back enough to pull one into my mouth. You moan like you never did before having a child, My tongue is tasting the leaked milk around the nipple, but I let my lips close in and give a kiss and then a suck. There is no flow, so I push my face into the creamy milk chocolate globe of soft gland and suck harder. In only a few seconds, I hear you feel it. The milk drops down from your milk glands and begins to shoot into my mouth. That nectar is so sweet, that I lose myself in its treat, but I cannot ignore the sensation that your body is feeling with the dropping of the milk. It is it's own orgasm. The fire in your breasts happens at the same time as the same feeling happening as a fire in your pussy. Your grinding gets incessant, as I try to hold onto your breast in my mouth. My cock gets as wide and tall as it can. I want to return this milk in the form of creamy cum and you know that a spontaneous fountain might explode from my free cock at the sensation of your body wiggling around the focal point of my mouth on you. You have not had milk flow in a couple of days, and Chip is not here to drink his fill, so I indulge myself. I drink long and hard, as you scream for satisfaction beyond the giving of sustenance and pleasure and passion. It doesn't take you much wiggling to find your way to bring your pussy down onto my cock and start sliding up and down, my lips still locked on you. I let go and you fall back onto me hard. I reach back to the other breast that has already dropped and was shooting a thin beam of milk all over my shoulder. I place my face in front of that stream and let it pour down my mouth. You do not hold still, however, as you grind and screw on me. I have to lock my mouth on this fresh breast and suck and drink. I drink you dry with abandon like I never do. What was a tease, is now wild passion. You are a mother. You are a wife. And more importantly you are a woman who needs to feel that orgasm that I started in you but you are going to finish. Using my cock as your toy, you ream yourself and squeeze until you can feel my cock engorge and let loose my creamy milk. At this point, even I loose my concentration on your sopping wet breasts, and hold you tight against myself and push the water back and forth to have you ride me. I move under your body more and more so you can relax and feel your own orgasmic pleasure. After you relax completely against me, I can still feel your milky breasts lying down on me and my cock twitches again, to your surprise and gasp. I moan and you giggle, as we rest up a bit and wait until we are ready to go again. I say, "Kitty, I think I drank you dry. Bean will need more than that. I'm willing to make the sacrifice and work with you to keep your production up. I'll do anything for you as your husband."