“It’s best to get it straight from the source.”

“It’s best to get it straight from the source,” said Kimberly as she turned to one side and patted the lounge chair. “Take a seat, Michael.”

I walked over and sat beside her facing the opposite direction so that our right arms were touching. I smiled at her. She smiled back. Feeling the softness of her skin after being invited felt intimate in a way that everything else we’d done up to this point hadn’t.

Kimberly put her hands behind her and leaned back slightly. I copied her, except that I planted my right arm on the other side of her legs. A little tilt of the head and suddenly my mouth was right in front of her naked chest. I licked my lips in anticipation. But Kimberly wouldn’t keep me waiting for long. She thrust her breasts forward and shook them once or twice form side to side. Her nipples rubbed over my face and I had to stifle a laugh at her silly display. Then she held herself still with a breast pressed against my lips.

I opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue.

At first it was much like the other times I had played with a woman’s breasts with my mouth. But after no more than a minute of kissing and licking all over I placed my lips around her nipple and latched on. I began to suck, making swallowing motions and teasing her nipple with my tongue. Soon her milk began to flow and I drank it down.

It was sweet and warm, and the very fact that I was doing it felt so thrillingly taboo and erotic. My cock was tenting my swimsuit, painfully.

Kimberly noticed. She shifted her weight onto her left hand as her right hand crawled up my thigh. Her fingers stepped along a direct path to my waistband. She moved with purpose and soon had snaked her way inside and grabbed a hold of my dick. My mouth released momentarily as I moaned in pleasure.

“Yes, please Kimberly!” I said, “Touch me. Stroke me.” I got the words out quickly and went back to my meal.

“Oh, you like that? You like both of these things? You like that they’re happening together?” I nodded along as she asked each question. Her hand was soft and her long, slow strokes felt wonderful. “Just keep drinking, Mikey. And I’ll take care of you.”

I did just that, glad to have a servant who could feed me and satisfy me simultaneously. Despite her slow pace my orgasm came quickly. The earlier stimulation and the taste of her breastmilk combined with her careful handjob to push me well past my limit. The entire contents of my swimsuit, including Kimberly’s hand, were drenched in cum. She just held onto my member as it deflated. And I kept on drinking as I drifted out of this reality and into a dreamless state until morning.

The End