00072 Lesbian Cover-up Ch. 01

I clasped Eliza's hand and looked at her bust. I wasn't jealous, but I felt the urge of inspecting the boobs which were sharing Caizi's mouth with mine – there was one way to do that.

I unbuttoned my blouse, and asked Kate to inspect my tits, while Caizi and Eliza were unashamedly leering at them.

Kate's touch was really professional, and she asked, "How long is Caizi suckling your nipples?"

"About a week."

"Curious: your breasts appear in advanced relactation stage – as if he had been suckling for months. If Caizi keeps sucking them regularly, eight times a day, ten minutes per nipple each time, you'll be lactating in two weeks."

"Really?" I asked, and Kate answered, "The glandular tissue is growing – you must have changed your bras lately – and you may have a gift for lactation."

"She keeps telling her girlfriends how much milk she gave me as a child!"

"I weaned him just weeks before he went to first class – I was afraid he would scream for milk while his teacher was explaining the 3 R's"

Eliza laughed, and asked Kate, "Kate, you've seen my breasts countless times, but could you explain me why they aren't lactating yet, even though you two provide me with double stimulation from time to time?"

While saying that, she unbuttoned her own shirt and unfastened her bra, so we could all see them in their full glory.

They were big and beautiful, although somewhat saggy – but a woman her age (and my age) couldn't be supposed to have a teenager's bosom.

Kate touched Eliza's breasts, then mine (still exposed), and told her sister, "If you're allowed to touch Meigui's breasts, you'll spot the difference: her mammae are mostly made up of glandular tissue – as if she were nearing delivery, while yours are mostly made up of fat."

I was somewhat excited at the thought of Eliza's touching my breasts, so I grabbed her hand and made her lightly skim my bosom; she said, "Best in the Earth!", and then took my hand and made it touch her breasts and nipples.

"Wonderful tits!" I said, and added, "I've got a secret: I always begin masturbating by massaging my breasts – and then I stimulate my clit. Perhaps that's the reason my breasts reacted so quickly at Caizi's suckling them."

"Perhaps," Kate said, and Eliza asked me, "Could you teach me your technique?"

"Caizi," I asked, "Could you do that to me? You know the technique because I always massaged my naked breasts in front of you before nursing."

"And once or twice, as a young toddler, I helped you. It was my food, and I was trying to get it as soon as possible!" he answered; then he made me sit on his lap, my back facing him, and began massaging my breasts – so well that I nearly squirmed of pleasure, and Eliza's and Kate's eyes aimed at my bosom and twat (I parted my legs during the massage, so my crotch was visible, and my lingerie was crotchless) could only increase my arousal.

I knew that Caizi's dick was getting harder, as it was pressing against my vulva, perineum and anus, so at last I rose on my feet, opened his fly, thus letting his cock gush out, then I put my cunt on it the way a ring is put on your finger.

Caizi couldn't massage my tits anymore – his hands were on my hips and buttocks, so I had to plead with Eliza and Kate, "Please, continue massaging me."

Would they refuse? They didn't, sat on our knees (mine own and Caizi's), massaged my breasts mimicking Caizi's technique, and latched on them.
While they were sucking, I distinctly felt a letdown reflex: milk was going to gush out!

I had promised that my first drop of milk would have been Caizi's – so I stopped Eliza and Kate, rose on my feet, turned 180° in order to face Caizi, got nailed again, and while he was making me come, my left nipple dropped milk into his hungry mouth.

Then it was the right nipple's turn, and when we were all done (he had come, and my tits were empty), we could face our friends Eliza and Kate, who had just made love behind my back, kissed us and congratulated us for the good deed!

"Can I ask Caizi to do that for me? I really want to lactate, but I'm not as talented as you!" Eliza told me, but I sealed her lips with my right forefinger, kissed her (not just on the lips – I actually poked my tongue into her mouth), hugged her, made her sit on a couch, and told her, "Do unto me what I do unto you!"

So she got her tits thoroughly massaged, and I got horny again. Caizi hadn't ended his refractory period, so I decided to resort to Plan B: I sat on the edge of a chair, putting my butt on it, but letting my pussy stick out, asked Caizi to kneel in front of it and to lick it, while Eliza and Kate were suckling the milk I had just denied them in order to feed the man of my life.

I soon came, but Caizi's dick was stiff; he wanted me to take it, but I retorted, "Your friends want it, don't they?"

Kate took it – eagerly, so I wondered whether she was really lesbian, or her incestuous relationship was only nourished by her great affection towards her sister.

Eliza and I were left alone, so I was initiated to lesbian sex by her. She was excellent, and the orgasms she gave me were beyond comparison – but I felt I was still in love with Caizi. Eliza realized it and told me, "You can't exact fidelity from your incestuous partner. You can only share him or her with his or her legitimate spouse."

"I know, Eliza. I will always love Caizi, and you. I can also help you with relactation. But I'm worried about living in the closet."

"You needn't worry. I have a solution."

Eliza couldn't tell me that then, because Kate was squealing of pleasure, and Caizi too came (somewhat earlier than when he is within me, I thought). Eliza hugged Kate from behind (she was still hugging Caizi), and I did the same to him.

"A wonderful evening," Kate remarked, and Caizi said, "We'd now test another pairing."

"Which pairing?" I asked, and he answered, "I've made love with you and Kate – I'd like to make love with Eliza as well."

"And me with Kate?" I pondered, watched Kate, who seemed willing to do so, and then I said, "I'm OK with it."

Eliza said, "As your mom is a fantastic lover, I'll thank her by having sex with you, darling."

So we ended our orgy. We had a bath together in Eliza's Jacuzzi, and when we got dressed again, I reminded them that we hadn't talked about our field research in Sardinia.

"There is just a problem," Kate answered, "The faculty pays for the trip and fieldwork of the researchers and their spouses."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The researchers are Eliza and Caizi," Kate said, "If we want to join them, we have to marry them."

I said, "Ok, Caizi can marry you, Kate. But what about me?"

Eliza laughed and said, "Darling, we're in the Empire State, where marriage equality is in the law of the land! I can marry you!"

I was astonished: I had never been proposed marriage after Yingyong's passing away, and I didn't expect to be so loved by a woman, or better, an individual I had barely known before having sex with, to deserve that!

I looked at Caizi, who smiled as if it were the best solution; and Eliza's look, after giving me so powerful orgasms, looked angelic; and Kate seemed the most loving of the in-laws anybody could desire (yes, she was good in bed like her older sister) – so I told Eliza, "If we'll spend our honeymoon and hopefully the rest of our life like tonight, I accept!"

It was strange to use homosexuality as a cover-up for incest, but our world is definitely upside down!