The Green Bush Erotica Collection Volume 22

Sugarman’s Milk-5

The pause was almost too much for Robin to bear. She started to think that Jennie had hung up on her. “Hi, Robin! I’ve been waiting for your call.”

If that was true, Robin reasoned, why hadn’t Jennie called her? “Sorry,” she immediately apologized and hated herself for it. “I’ve been, we’ve been busy.”

“I understand,” Jennie said. “It’s a lot to think about, isn’t it?”

“Umm, yeah. But we’ve decided. We’d love to get together with you two again. If you want.”

“Uh-huh,” Jennie said vaguely. “That sounds nice, but I can’t talk right now.”

“Oh.”

“But we’d like to meet up with you again.”

“That sounds great,” Robin said with a little too much eagerness.

“I’ll call you back later,” Jennie said concluding the conversation and disconnecting.

Robin stared blankly at her phone as she continued to walk to her car. That wasn’t how she had planned for the conversation to go, but it could have been worse. Her p***y was vaguely throbbing with desire after the blowjob she had delivered to Dean. The only way to work off her pent up energy was to go home to her husband or her vibrator. Or maybe both.

As she put her car in gear and started to leave the parking lot her phone buzzed with a text message. Stopping at the exit to glance at the screen, her stomach did a flip-flop when she read the words.

Grant and I would love to meet up again…if you two are willing to get a little kinky.

Robin smiled and stepped on the gas. Nate was going to get the f*****g of a lifetime tonight.

“We’re going out with the Tellers again,” Jennie told Grant when they were in bed together later that night.

For a moment Grant didn’t say anything; he was too busy nursing at her swollen breast. It had been a busy night for them and they had gotten into bed much later than normal which meant her breasts were fully—almost painfully—engorged with milk. As soon as Grant had slipped into bed next to her Jennie had pulled up her nightshirt to expose her breasts. She still marveled at her body’s ability to so easily produce milk and to continue on producing it. She had gotten her start when she was nursing her children and had never really stopped. Certainly her body would have adjusted once her youngest weaned himself, but as soon Bernie had taken to solid foods, Grant had taken to her breasts.

At first it was something he did for her because she complained her breasts hurt too much from being overfull of milk that wasn’t being extracted any longer. She had tried hand expressing and using a pump, both of which helped, but didn’t give her the full relief she wanted. Jennie knew that her currently situation was at least partly her fault. She encouraged Grant to suck at her n*****s and remove the painful milk. But then she had nudged him on a little further, to keep sucking at her n*****s because it felt so incredibly good. In the space of a few minutes she could go from having painfully distended t**s to a state of equilibrium to a state of arousal.

Once they started down the path of Grant feeding on Jennie’s breast milk, they both found it next to impossible to stop. Their s*x became more frequent and intense. Jennie found she loved producing milk for her husband because it was something only she could do. Grant, at first only curious about her milk, quickly came to realize that not only was it a nutritious evening snack, but it put Jennie in the mood for s*x whenever he nursed from her. While they didn’t necessarily have s*x every night, it was close to that standard—and as a consequence they felt that much closer to each other emotionally. They became dependent upon one another for physical love and affection along with the emotional bonding.

It surprised them both how naturally they had fallen into this unnatural relationship.

“I thought you said they wouldn’t play with us again,” said Grant between quick mouthfuls of milk.

“Apparently I was wrong.”

“There’s something that rarely comes out of your mouth.”

“Ha ha.” She felt his c**k hardening against her leg. Jennie wasn’t sure if he was getting aroused because he was nursing from her—she could feel her milk flowing and that turned her on—or because he was going to be given the opportunity to f**k another woman, again.

Oddly, it was their adult nursing relationship that had slowly moved the Sugarmans into the swinging life. Knowing what they were doing was a little odd, a little kinky, and more than just a touch on the wild side, they were able to be more honest with one another and admit to the various s****l fantasies they wanted to fulfill. Most of those fantasies involved the participation of a third or fourth person so they naturally turned to swinging.

The first time Grant saw his wife sucking another man’s c**k, he knew that was how he wanted to live his life. Watching her getting f****d by another man was even better. Jennie wasn’t the typical woman who had a complicated relationship with s*x—she loved it. She loved it even more when she figured out her husband wasn’t at all averse to her having s*x with other men—and women.

When they joined the swing set they learned it was more or less expected that the women were bisexual. That surprised Jennie and delighted Grant. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having s*x with another woman. The wife of the first couple they swung with flat out asked her if she’d like to put on a show for their husbands. Jennie was caught off guard and didn’t know what to say. Their new playmates immediately said it wasn’t a problem if Jennie didn’t want to because it was one of those hurdles that was difficult to clear on the first attempt.

Jennie cleared the bar on her second attempt. Grant said he’d love such a show. After exploring her feelings, Jennie realized that pretending to be a lesbian for an evening was something that not only didn’t bother her, but intrigued her. What harm could there be in trying something once—that’s how she found herself nursing her husband, that’s how she found herself f*****g another man while sucking Grant’s c**k, that’s how she wanted to live her new life.

Kissing Elenda was easy as was playing with her boobs. But going down on her was a delight. The taste, the smell, the texture of her p***y was a revelation and a delight. She simply did to Elenda what she liked Grant doing to her p***y. Making another woman c*m with her mouth was a proud accomplishment for Jennie. She remembered back to college where too many late night dorm conversations circled around the issue that making a man c*m was easy but making a woman c*m was the sign of a true s****l artist.

That was how Jennie wanted to see herself, a s****l artist, a completely s****l being. Grant, she knew, was happy to drink her milk and watch her f**k other men and women as long as he got to stick his d**k into those other women as well. He wasn’t complicated. He was simply and straightforward if more than a little kinky. Whatever the other couples they went to bed with asked, he was willing to do. Jennie couldn’t believe her good luck at having married this man.

Grant rubbed his c**k against the skin of her leg, his not-so-subtle sign he wanted to f**k her. She reached down and put her hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. She knew she was turned on because Grant had been nursing from her for long enough, but she was happy to see that she was more than wet enough to be f****d.

“Come up here and f**k me,” she told him.

That command tore Grant in half. On the one side he wanted to keep nursing at her breast. Her milk wasn’t completely gone yet so there was a good reason to keep nursing, not just for the sweet liquid she produced but so that she would keep producing. They had learned that was key to keep her milk supply going—steady nursing every day at the same time. On the other hand, his c**k was hard and he could smell her desire. Through experimentation they had discovered it was possible for him to put his c**k in her and nurse at the same time, but it was difficult and he had to bend his neck at an unusual angle. It was also next to impossible to actually enter her while nursing.

Grant gave in to his baser desire and let her n****e slip free of his mouth while rolling her to her back. She happily parted her thighs and welcomed his c**k into her body, where it belonged.

“That feels so good,” she moaned into his ear.

“I want to f**k Robin again,” he panted to her. “I want to make you watch.”

His wife laughed at him. “One p***y is never good enough for you, is it? And you can’t make me watch. I want to watch.” She grunted as he started f*****g her harder. “You’re so predictable. You can’t make me jealous just because you want to bed that innocent girl.”

“You’re going to f**k her too, aren’t you?” This was the sort of talk they engaged in while f*****g, teasing each other, daring the other to press the edges of what was acceptable. When they had started down the road of swinging she had been inhibited about s*x with other women, but she quickly figured out that most women were open to exploration and were more skilled lovers than men. The only thing a good female lover lacked, in Jennie’s opinion, was a working c**k.

“She’s afraid of being with a woman,” Jennie pointed out.

“But you’re not.” He slowed down, not wanting to c*m too quickly. “And she wants to. She already nursed from you. She wants to but can’t admit it to herself.”

“You’ve learned a lot about women after being married to me so long, haven’t you?” Jennie kissed him and said, “I’m going to have her nurse from me, would you like that?”

“Uh-huh.” Grant was already beyond simple conversation now.

Jennie sensed his distress at being right on the edge. “She’s going to know the taste of my p***y the next time we meet,” she promised her husband. “She might even know what it tastes like when it’s full of Nate’s c*m…and yours.”

That was enough for Grant. Her words forced his orgasm and he came with hot spurts of semen driven deeply into her p***y. Jennie wrapped her legs around him and accepted his love.

Chapter Three

Nate was taken aback when Robin announced she wanted to sleep with the Sugarmans again. He had been thrilled when Robin nearly attacked him to have s*x that night. Her aggressive need to f**k was welcome, but unexpected. Afterward, as they lay panting on the bed together, she blurted out, “This weekend we’re hooking up with the Sugarmans again.”

“We are?” He had been certain his wife had satiated her need to explore her sexuality with the one-time encounter. This was news to him. And while Robin seemed to project a new-found confidence about her sexuality, Nate wasn’t so sure if he wanted to see his wife having s*x with another man again.

“We are,” she told him. “Don’t you want to?”

“Umm…sure. I just wasn’t aware we were planning on it.”

“I just had to give it some thought,” she told him. In truth, they had barely mentioned the encounter since leaving the hotel that weekend. “I want you to watch me with Grant. Don’t you want to see me f****d by another man?”