Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 03 Version 02

CHAPTER 3

The sensations that coursed through Lisa's body during suckling sessions with Jason were unlike anything she had ever experienced. There was no nipple teasing or play at all. Jason maintained the discipline of just suckling with his lips and jaws and flat of his tongue. It would be an understatement to say he was tempted to play with them. He loved how Lisa's soft, pliable, teats full of sensitive nerve endings felt in his mouth. His impulse to experiment--to tease her nipple with the tip of his tongue, to roll his tongue all over, to scrape his teeth, to bite,........to play with all her raw sensitivities that lay there and to excite her--was very strong, but that could send Lisa tumbling down a slippery slope of overpowering sensation leading to sex. And so, he resisted, focusing solely on the rhythmic suckling motions maintaining an almost monk-like discipline.

Was this a part of his game plan to tease her, so she got weak and relent to her desires? If she was the one to break down first, it would give Jason the leeway. His excuse would be that he only followed her lead.

As the weeks passed, the sucking sessions were indeed working. She felt less engorged and didn't have to worry about that feeling for hours. She could go home and have a better quality of life, go out occasionally with her friend Erin, walk around town, etc.

But with this newfound success came an unexpected consequence--her breasts would become engorged just by night. As night approached, Lisa faced an unexpected challenge; her breasts would become uncomfortably full. She realized the recent more extensive suckling sessions that included skin-to-skin contact with Jason might be influencing her milk supply. Studies on adult nursing relationships indicated that such intimacy could boost oxytocin production, a hormone pivotal for milk synthesis and release. The sessions were scheduled in the morning, and by nightfall, she would feel the heaviness and pressure in her breasts. As the weeks passed, this problem increased. She found herself grappling with an ever-growing discomfort, tossing and turning in bed all night. She struggled to manually press the milk out, and got sore from the mechanical pump. She longed for a mouth at those times. She wanted to bring this issue up to Jason but she didn't know how. She was afraid of the possibility of something changing, and losing what she had right now with him. What if he proposed some new treatment that didn't involve him suckling? Because she was secretly loving it.

One evening, after a particularly intense session, Lisa couldn't suppress her frustration any longer. She turned to him, her voice tinged with both need and yearning, "Jason, I appreciate everything you're doing for me, but these sessions... they're leaving me constantly engorged, and it's becoming unbearable. I can't focus on anything else, and the pain is almost too much to bear. I feel like I'm back to square one, except the milk is drained, and I'm just producing more, and the engorgement is worse."

Jason listened attentively, his concern evident in his eyes. He knew that what they had started as a solution had now become a different kind of challenge for Lisa.

Lisa sighed, "Is there anything we can do?"

Jason locked eyes with Lisa. For a fleeting second, he worried she wanted to stop their sessions, and the thought was jarring. He was undeniably enjoying massaging her ripe breasts, sucking on her beautiful juicy rubbery nipples, and cuddling sessions (that he called skin-to-skin contact).

Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Jason weighed the options. On one hand, they could shift gears and try something entirely different, like using an enhanced breast pump or trying some herbs or referring her to someone else. Yet, another part of him, the part that had been increasingly captivated by Lisa's beauty and the intimate connection they had formed, yearned to explore further. This wasn't just about therapy anymore; it had become something more personal, something deeply sensual. He couldn't help but imagine sharing Lisa's exquisite form and her engorged lactating beautiful breasts with other friends who were also black, allowing more hands and mouths to admire and care for her. It was a tantalizing thought, one that appealed to his more adventurous, lustful side--perhaps he had a fetish for interracial and he was polyamorous or he saw Lisa a prize to be shared.

But how could he introduce such an idea without alarming Lisa or appearing unprofessional? He needed to tread carefully, to make it appear under the pretext of fixing her breast milk problem, so it would like a natural logical progression in her treatment rather than a deliberate steering towards his own hidden desires.

With a deep breath, he decided to veil his true intentions under the guise of professional necessity. After a contemplative pause, he took the risk. He chose the second path. He was nervous about how to say it. It was going to be major turn in their journey. He knew it could change everything. He was ready for it. He wanted it.

"I've been giving this a lot of thought," Jason finally said, breaking the silence. "And I think we might have reached a point where we can benefit from some ummmm.....external expertise."

"External expertise?" Lisa's eyes widened. "What does he mean?" She thought to herself, puzzled.

Jason's proposal was a bold, lecherous one. To share Lisa's exquisite form, her engorged lactating beautiful breasts, with other men. It was a daring move, fueled by a blend of scientific curiosity and raw excitement. The very thought was taboo, edgy, something most would never dare, yet here it was, laid bare.

For Jason, Lisa's body was a paragon of desire, each curve and contour sculpted for worship by multiple hands, mouths, and perhaps cocks. She was, in every essence, the physical embodiment of pinnacle of feminine sexual being. There was an undeniable truth that resonated with the depths of Jason's mind: it would be an injustice to the gifts bestowed upon her by Mother Nature itself if she never basked in the highest echelons of masculine attention--be it for alleviating her condition or for sexual pleasure. Mother Nature had crafted Lisa with lavish generosity, and to confine her to a single man for pleasure seemed almost a slight against the very art of her creation. She was built to feed, to nourish multiple men, to please them, and in return to be pleased by them.

Seeing her confusion, he continued, "What we're doing is incredibly specific, and I've got skills, but I don't have all the skills that might help you. In my close circle of friends, I have individuals who are skilled in various areas, some of which might be beneficial to you."

"Your friends?" Lisa's voice was tinged with incredulity, her submissive nature momentarily overshadowed by hesitancy and doubt. "You're talking about introducing other people into our sessions?" Lisa trusted Jason and maybe she had some romantic feelings for him by now, and the idea of opening up this intense, deeply personal part of her life to outsiders stirred a sense of vulnerability she wasn't sure she was ready to face.

Jason looked into Lisa's eyes, realizing that he was about to cross a significant boundary in their relationship. "Well, my friends--Jim, Tyler, and Tom--work in the same field. They're lactation specialists like me, but each has a distinct area of expertise that can complement what we're already doing."

"What's their expertise?" Lisa prompted, her voice tinged with both apprehension and curiosity.

"Jim has a deep understanding of anatomy and specializes in therapeutic massage. He knows how to focus on lymphatic drainage points to help reduce engorgement. Imagine his skilled hands working in concert with what we've already been doing, facilitating a smoother flow of fluids and tension release."

"Tyler is great at alternative therapies. While Jim takes care of the massage, Tyler would use warm compresses infused with medicinal herbs on your breasts and the rest of your body. These would work wonders in softening blocked ducts. He's also trained in acupuncture and knows how to stimulate energy pathways, which can work synergistically with the massage for deeper relief."

Lisa was listening intently.

"Tom has a pediatric background, so his role is unique," Jason explained, noting Lisa's slightly furrowed brow. "He understands the nuances of infant suckling patterns and can advise me on how to mimic them to benefit you. The idea is to complement my knowledge and skills on the right level of pressure and suction needed to let your stubborn breasts let go of the milk."

Lisa locked eyes with Jason, her expression fraught with vulnerability. "Jason, think about what we're doing here. You're suckling my breasts, you latch your mouth over one of the most intimate, sensitive parts of my body. I allow it because I trust you--I feel safe and taken care of by you. I have to be candid; this experience doesn't just relieve my physical discomfort. It also arouses me. So the idea of letting other men into this deeply personal, sexually charged space is nothing short of terrifying for me. How will they handle me? Will I get hurt? What will it mean for our naked cuddling sessions, and sexual aspect that has emerged between us? So, yes, I'm not sure I can go through with this."

Jason was scared that he had gone too far with his gamble and was scared of losing her. He interjected, "Given your concerns, "I'll go back to the drawing board," he said, his voice laced with understanding. "I'll look into every possible alternative before we decide to involve anyone else in this deeply personal space."

Jason paused, absorbing the weight of her words, "Lisa, you've allowed me into a sacred, intimate aspect of your life, and I don't take that lightly. I thought the involvement of specialists could be beneficial, but your comfort and safety are my top priorities." He leaned back slightly to read her facial expressions closely, and continued. "But here's our dilemma: from a medical standpoint, we've hit a plateau with your milk ducts. Our current methods have made some progress, but not enough. We've reached a crossroads where we have to either continue with diminishing returns or try a new approach to break through the stasis, to really provide you with the relief you need. And if it brings you some peace, know that I will be the one primarily responsible for the skin-to-skin contact. The other specialists will participate, but in a more secondary role. This will all happen under my control."

Lisa's mind swirled with a kaleidoscope of thoughts as she pondered Jason's proposal. The mere idea of being half-naked, vulnerable, and exposed to the eyes and hands of three additional men sent a ripple of anxiety through her.

After a long pause, Lisa finally said, with her voice tinged with a complex layering of fear, curiosity, and a hint of excitement: "I really need to think this over. I'm dealing with a swirl of emotions here and this is very complicated."

Jason's heart skipped a beat at Lisa's words. The idea of her hesitation sent a wave of fear through him, the prospect of losing her.

Jason nodded, a look of understanding softening his eyes, "Take all the time you need, Lisa. This is your journey, and I'm here to guide you through it, however you want that to look."

As she looked into his eyes, Lisa felt a range of conflicting emotions. While still apprehensive about what lay ahead, she also felt a budding sense of anticipation. Whatever decision she would make, she knew that their relationship had reached a new, more complex level. Jason's promise to maintain control over the most intimate aspects of the treatment gave her a sense of security, but also raised questions both he and she couldn't yet answer. What would this expanded treatment look like? How would it feel to bring others into this profoundly personal experience?

As Lisa was leaving, Jason said, his gaze locked with Lisa's. "I wouldn't suggest it if I wasn't certain it would benefit you. It's a big step, and I want you to know that your comfort and satisfaction are my top priorities."

Several days elapsed since Lisa and Jason's last meeting, each one intensifying the pressure that built up within her breasts. She felt her chest was on its way to becoming swollen, taut, and painfully tender. Every accidental heavy touch or bump against a door frame, sent a jolt of searing sensation through her already sensitized skin.

In this interlude, Lisa resorted to breast pumps and manual expression in an increasingly desperate bid to relieve the pressure. But her milk ducts seemed to have conspired against her, the buttery buildup within them resistant to her fervent attempts at extraction. The mechanical motions of the pumps and the press of her own fingers did little to alleviate the congestion, making each attempt feel increasingly futile.

Feeling desperate and weighed down by the relentless fullness, Lisa finally picked up her phone. It was time to make a decision. She dialed Jason's number and, when he picked up, with a deep breath, she finally gave her consent, her heart heavy with anticipation and uncertainty about this new chapter. "Jason, I can't take this anymore. I'm in. I want to go ahead with the session with your team."

Jason's voice on the other end sounded sympathetic but also tinged with a note of regret. "Lisa, I appreciate your courage in taking this step. However, I need to tell you that I'm away at a conference right now and won't be back for another five days."

A mix of relief and disappointment washed over Lisa. The promise of eventual relief was tantalizing, but the thought of enduring another five days of this discomfort was daunting.

"In the meantime," Jason continued, "please continue with the teas and the home remedies--please massage using the technique I taught you and then those special electric breast pumps I gave you, and also don't forget to use nipple creams I gave you. They might not resolve the issue completely, but they can offer some level of relief until we can convene."

Five more days. The thought felt almost insurmountable, but Lisa knew she had limited options. She thanked Jason and ended the call, her hand resting on the phone for a moment longer as she contemplated the upcoming week. It would be a rigorous test of her physical and emotional resilience.

The week leading up to the session with Jason's friends was filled with anxiety and anticipation for Lisa. With each passing day, the heavy weight in her chest grew, her engorgement intensified, exacerbated by the increasing tension of the approaching session. Lisa's chest felt increasingly taut, her breasts swollen with the extra milk production. The skin around her areola was stretched shiny and tight with bumps all over them appearing more pronounced, the nipples sensitive to even the slightest touch, protruding eagerly, almost pleading for release. Each step she took sent a sharp throb of pain through her chest, the weight of her breasts pulling at her, reminding her of their urgent need for relief.

The day of their session arrived.

Upon reaching Jason's residence, Lisa felt a desperate need for release, her pain a stark contrast to the anticipation of meeting the three strangers. She knocked, and the door swung open to reveal Jason, his familiar face offering her some comfort. Jason, sensing Lisa's unease, took a step forward. "Lisa, let me formally introduce you. This is ...."

Lisa said, "Hurry, please! I'm hurting bad." She rushed to the therapy room and they all followed her. Lisa noticed the other three men, Jason's friends, were black, 6ft or more, well-built, toned, dressed in medical scrubs.

"We've discussed the procedure in detail," Jason said, attempting to reassure Lisa. "They are all aware of what each one has to do, and the sensitivity and care required."

Lisa, her nerves still frayed, took a deep breath. The very notion of baring her body to these strangers, each with his distinct physique and presence, was overwhelming. She had no time to think about this right now. And she couldn't deny the underlying current of excitement. There was an undercurrent of something intriguing, even arousing, about this to her.

Lisa laid back on a reclining bed, similar to one found in a spa or a doctor's office. Jason approached, his voice gentle, "I'll be here throughout, guiding them, and ensuring you're comfortable." He paused, "Do you need a few moments before we begin?"

Lisa shook her head. This was no time for her to talk. She was in pain. She needed relief, and she needed it now.

Gently, Jason assisted her in unbuttoning her blouse and unclasping her bra, revealing her heavy, milk-filled breasts. Their fullness was evident, the skin stretched taut, nipples erect and leaking the slightest hint of milk. The sight was undeniably erotic, showcasing the natural allure of a top heavy, lactating woman. Lisa knew the pain was from the milk backlog and butter and was eager to let these men suck it out.

Jason stepped forward, his large hands warmed with oil, "Ready?" he asked softly, his eyes meeting Lisa's. She nodded, her breath hitching slightly at the anticipation of his touch.

He began gently, his fingers applying slight pressure on the sides of her breasts, moving in circular motions. Slowly, he progressed towards the center, expertly massaging her, focusing on the milk ducts.

Lisa's engorged, now 36I (a cup larger because of the milk buildup), oiled boobs were a mesmerizing sight to watch.

Jim, fetched a hot, damp towel. He delicately spread it over Lisa's breasts, allowing the heat to seep into the sensitive skin. The heat from the towel was designed to encourage the dilation of her milk ducts and soften the dense foremilk that clogged them. He then wrapped another warm towel around her breasts, cradling them securely to relax her taut nipples and further open the milk channels.

Tom and Tyler moved in closer, their interest evident in their intense gazes. They marveled at the sheer size of Lisa's marvelous breasts and beautiful large nipples, an erotic mix of natural allure and maternal essence. They joined the breast massage, their hands, although sizable, struggled to encompass her entire breast.

Jason, Tom, and Tyler with their deft fingers, they began to massage the pressure points located throughout her breasts. Their kneading was methodical and rhythmic, just as Jason had taught Lisa during their private lactation sessions. They periodically checked in with her, she was in pain but the massage was necessary before putting the mouth on nipple to suck it out. Lisa had a moment of realization. Her nervousness had given way, and she felt cherished. Here she was, being meticulously attended to by four experts, and there was an undercurrent of eroticism, of course.

The passage of seven long days without a session had taken a toll on Lisa's physique. With each day, the pressure inside her breasts mounted. She felt like an overfilled dam, about to burst. Her chest had become taut and extremely tender to the touch. She was thinking about the week that had passed--she had tried pumps and manual expression in a desperate bid for relief. However, the stubborn buttery buildup in her ducts resisted all her attempts, rendering her efforts fruitless. With her condition worsening, Lisa knew she needed 'Husband therapy' tonight and the more men to do that job the better, is what she thought. If tonight's session was not planned, a trip to the emergency room would have be imminent.

"Lisa, the plan of tonight's treatment is that two of us will suckle you at the same time. That should make a big difference that just me suckling you. I will be behind you taking care of the skin-to-skin contact intimacy aspect and Tom and Jim will suckle you. Tom is an expert in infant suckling patterns and we talked about the suckling process prior to your arrival. He has already instructed Jim on how to suckle. But because I'm familiar with how your breasts behave, I'll guide them. I will hold you from behind, massaging you, and Tyler will massage the rest of your body with warm essential oils to help you relax." said Jason.