Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 04 Version 02

Lisa said, “Thanks, that fell really good” and then she giggled continuing, “I really enjoyed it and yes my breasts feel lighter.”

Not only Lisa was the one who enjoyed. All the men had also relished that too.

Jason said, “Lisa we got out a lot of milk than usual and it was mainly because of your orgasm. I’m so proud of you that you relaxed and let it go, you allowed your body to feel everything to let go of that milk, but there is still some left.”

Jason continued, “That wasn’t a let down but we are making progress, getting there. There is still some milk left Lisa, we don’t want you to feel engorged again when you get home.

Lisa smiled and nodded. “Yes, let’s get that out too.” She was excited, her heart beating into almost a flutter.

Jason and Tom once against position to her side, sitting on a stool by her bed, and they placed their mouths on her nipples.

Like always, they first just encircled her nipple, and then started increasing the suction gently, while massaging her teats with their tongues, and then started tugging again.

Lisa’s arousal started building quickly. She could feel them pulling at her breast, her core, her heart yielding their love making advances towards her nipples.

They had already let her achieve a nipple orgams, and so they they moved through the steps of their suckling routing quickly, this second time, they transitioned to nipple play much sooner.

They began with pressing their lips on her teat with as much clamping pressure. They probed for the cords of her milk ducts just beneath the surface of her areolas, as they increased the role of their tongues in the play this time.

The sensation was akin to feeling a string of delicate pearls hidden beneath soft velvet. They would encircle these cords, feeling their slight rigidity, rolling it delicately, feeling the liquid within yearning to be freed, offering a counterpoint to the otherwise pliant tissue eliciting a visceral sensation that sent jolts of electric pleasure through Lisa, each touch intensifying her responses - from rapid catches in her breath to the tiny moans that would escape her lips.

Jason and Tom then paused for a few seconds. Then, totally unexpected to Lisa, they started using their incisor teeth to bite deep. Earlier they were just scraping their teeth on her nipple, but this time they deliberately bit deep, to clamp on the cords specifically and grind on them, to squeeze the buttery solids out of her clogged ducts. The nuanced grind of their teeth, combined with the sultry wetness of their tongues, sent tendrils of tingling pleasure coursing through Lisa. Each grind of their teeth felt like a masterful manipulation of her deepest, most intimate parts, drawing out the trapped essence in a way that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Her body responded viscerally.

The sensation of having her most stubborn blockages addressed so directly, so intensely, left her in a state of delirious ecstasy, her moans growing louder and more fervent with each passing second.

As Tom and Jason's suckling intensified, Lisa felt a surge of pleasure unlike any she had ever known. It started as a gentle wave, a tingling sensation that emanated from her nipples and spread throughout her entire body. She could feel the pressure building, a crescendo of pleasure that grew with every suck and tug. Her breath became short and choppy, her body trembling with anticipation.

But then, Tom and Jason had a new surprise in store for Lisa. They both leaned back slightly, revealing their tongue piercings. For a fleeting second, Lisa's eyes widened in surprise and a flicker of apprehension. But, amidst the uncertainty, she also felt a thrill of excitement. The thought of the cool, smooth metal of the piercings, each with its unique shape—a spherical end for Tom and a sharper, conical point for Jason—contrasting with the warm softness of their mouths promised a depth of sensation she hadn't anticipated. It was as if they were introducing a new instrument to their orchestra of pleasure, adding an entirely unexpected layer to the symphony that was building within her.

At first, Lisa was taken aback, but her trust in them held strong. The piercings, with a spherical end on one side and a conical point on the other, added a new layer to the sensations. The cool metal, contrasting starkly with the warmth of their mouths, introduced a whole new realm of pleasure.

Tom used the conical end to trace circles around Lisa's areola, the pointed tip teasing her skin, sending delightful shivers down her spine. The sphere would then press into the duct cords, offering a different, firmer pressure that made Lisa gasp. Jason, in contrast, used the sphere to massage her areola, the smoothness gliding effortlessly, while the conical end was employed to gently poke and prod the cords beneath her nipple. The metal, with its unyielding form, provided a consistency that flesh could not, making the milk flow even more pronounced.

Every time the piercing made contact with her sensitive cords, Lisa's body would react viscerally. Each prod, poke, or glide of the cold metal sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating from her chest, down to the very core of her being. Her abdomen would tighten, and she'd feel a familiar warmth spreading, making her even more aware of the profound connection she was forming with Tom and Jason. With each aggressive stroke of their piercing, more milk spurted out. The stinging sensation from the piercing's sharp end was a potent reminder of her submission and vulnerability, and she embraced it, finding a strange sort of empowerment in the act of surrendering to the experience. With every strong tug, caress, and piercing prod, Lisa felt a deepening connection with Tom and Jason. The power dynamic in the room had shifted; she was acutely aware of her own vulnerability and the control they now wielded over her body and emotions. Yet, paradoxically, within this realm of submission and heightened sensations, Lisa discovered a space where she felt truly seen, heard, and understood.

It was as if Tom and Jason held a master key to her very essence, unlocking a part of her that she hadn’t known existed. Their skillful manipulation of her ducts and milk felt like they had an intimate command over her, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually as well. Every touch, every motion resonated deeply within her, making her feel both vulnerable and cherished. Her breath grew rapid, matching the increasing pace of her heart.

Lisa’s body continued to react to their ministrations. She felt a surge of chemicals within her, perhaps oxytocin or endorphins, which further deepened her bond with the men. It was as if her body was acknowledging that she now belonged to them, all four of them, in a deeply primal and instinctual way.

As the seconds passed, Tom and Jason's movements grew more aggressive, their tugs stronger, reflecting their growing confidence and Lisa's deepening trust in their capabilities. Their hands gripped with more force, and the pressure from the piercings intensified, evoking sharper twinges of pain that mingled seamlessly with waves of pleasure. Lisa felt stretched to her limits, both physically and emotionally, as they explored and tested the boundaries of her endurance and trust.

Her breath grew rapid, matching the pace of her racing heart. The room, already heady with intimacy, now seemed to pulse with an almost tangible energy. The combination of their expert touch, the unique sensation of the piercings, and the profound emotional bond they were forging created a heady blend that pushed Lisa closer to the edge with each passing second.

Tyler, beneath her, felt the increasing tremors in Lisa's body. His hands roamed her sides, adding another layer of tactile stimulation. His fingers danced along her flank, sides of her breasts, tracing patterns that sent additional shivers through her frame. As Lisa lay atop him, she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a grounding sensation amidst the storm of feelings she was experiencing. He whispered words of encouragement and adoration, reminding Lisa of her strength and beauty.

Her toes toes started flexing uncontrollably, her heel digging into Tyler’s thigh beneath her in a desperate search for grounding. This was it—the moment she had never thought possible, her second ever orgasm from nipple stimulation alone. More powerful than the first one. It hit her like a tidal wave, overwhelming in its intensity. Her body convulsed, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, leaving her gasping and moaning in ecstasy. "Oh God, yes!" she cried out, as the pleasure consumed her, her mind blanking out everything but the sensations rippling through her.

In the midst of the unbridled ecstasy, Lisa felt an unfamiliar sensation building deep within her breasts. It began as a series of sharp, tingling sensations, a curious mix of pleasure and pain that radiated from her core to the very tips of her nipples. Confusion mingled with her escalating arousal – she had never felt anything quite like this before. It was an entirely new realm of sensation, a mysterious and yet exhilarating phenomenon unfolding within her.

This was the onset of her milk letdown – a powerful, natural response she hadn't fully experienced until this moment. Lisa's body, responding to the intense stimulation, was preparing to release her milk in a way it never had before. The realization dawned on her slowly, a mix of surprise and awe at her body's capacity for such a profound reaction.

As the letdown began in earnest, her milk started gushing from her nipples with a force and volume that astounded her. Tom and Jason, steadfast in their role, received the sudden outpouring with a mixture of surprise and determination. They adjusted their technique, swallowing mouthfuls of the warm, nourishing fluid, keeping pace with the generous flow. For a brief moment, they paused and gently released her nipples, urging Lisa to witness the incredible sight.

Lisa, her breath still catching in her throat from the overwhelming pleasure, turned her gaze to her own body. What she saw left her in awe – her nipples, erect and sensitive, were the source of a steady, pulsating stream of milk. It was a visual testament to her body's response to the intense stimulation, a physical manifestation of the deep connection she had formed with these men. The sight of her milk, flowing freely and abundantly, was a powerful affirmation of her femininity and the raw, primal nature of the experience they were sharing.

Tom and Jason, recognizing the significance of the moment, returned their attention to her nipples with renewed vigor to draw out as much milk as possible. Their suckling became even more relentless, a rhythmic dance of lips and tongue that honored the gift of her milk. Lisa, witnessing the interplay of their skilled mouths with her body's natural response, felt a surge of empowerment. This was more than just a physical release; it was a celebration of her body's capabilities, a moment of profound connection and mutual fulfillment.

Amidst the crescendo of sensations, Lisa's body continued to respond with an intensity that bordered on the transcendental. Each pull at her nipple, each warm mouthful taken by Tom and Jason, deepened her journey into a realm of pleasure she had never imagined possible. The room resonated with the sounds of their synchronized efforts – the rhythmic suckling, the soft moans, and the occasional gasp of delight. It was a symphony of sensuality, a dance of desire and fulfillment that left Lisa feeling both utterly spent and profoundly alive.

In the throes of her third orgasm, which was a continuation of the second, Lisa's body convulsed with unrestrained passion. Her eyes, wide with ecstasy, shut tight as waves of intense pleasure wrecked through her. Her legs twitched and buckled under the overwhelming sensations, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat in the dim light of the room. The room echoed with her loud gasps and moans.

As this euphoria swept through her, her natural instinct to retreat from the intensity kicked in. She tried to push them away, her body trembling uncontrollably, muscles tensing in a visceral reaction to the unrelenting pleasure. It was then that Tyler, remembering her earlier request, stepped in. His hands were gentle but unyielding as they caught hers, guiding them above her head and holding them firmly in place. This act of restraint, removing her ability to resist the overwhelming sensations, only amplified the pleasure, sending her spiraling into an even deeper abyss of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Jason and Tom were utterly relentless in their suckling. Each powerful tug at her nipples, now not just an act of extracting milk but a deliberate stimulation for her pleasure, elicited deep, guttural moans from Lisa. The sensation of their tongue piercings, now used more aggressively, was exhilarating. The metal, gliding and rubbing against her sensitive nipples, intensified her experience manifold. The hard piercings contrasted starkly with the warm, soft tissue of her breasts, creating a symphony of sensations that danced across her nerve endings.

Jets of milk continued to hit the back of their throats, but now it was less about the milk and more about the shared ecstasy. The intense pressure from their mouths, combined with the occasional scrape of metal against her skin, sent shivers down Lisa's spine. Each stroke of their tongues, each firm yet careful bite, was a deliberate act to heighten her pleasure, to take her to new peaks of sensual delight.

Her entire being was focused on the exquisite sensations rippling through her, each touch, each pulse of pleasure, drawing her further into a state of blissful surrender. The combination of Tyler's gentle restraint, the rhythmic suckling of Jason and Tom, and the unique sensation of their piercings had catapulted Lisa into a realm of sensory overload, one where every wave of pleasure was more intense and more fulfilling than the last.

Lisa moaned in high pitch with long sighs, as her body continued trembling atop Jim, her soft skin of butt and back rubbing against his thick manly skin.

Jim rubbed his hand on her lower belly, close to her clit but not her clit. His hand was on the top of her womb.

"Thank you," Lisa whispered breathlessly to Tyler once the overwhelming waves of pleasure had subsided. "For holding me... for not letting go even when I thought I couldn't take anymore. You helped me reach a peak I didn't know existed." She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with a mix of deep gratitude and a newfound understanding of her own desires. "I needed that release, to feel completely at the mercy of the sensations. Thank you for making it possible." Her words were sincere, a reflection of the trust and connection they had built together. Tyler's actions, guided by their mutual understanding and respect, had allowed Lisa to explore the depths of her pleasure in a way she had never experienced before.

In the silence that followed, Lisa felt a profound sense of gratitude. She realized that this journey, although initiated by a medical necessity, had taken her to places within herself she hadn't known existed. Jim hugged her from underneath like a cocoon. The vulnerability that Lisa felt extended beyond the physical realm. The pain, though fleeting, reached into her emotional depths, making her acutely aware of the balance between control and surrender. Lisa felt a surge of chemicals within her, perhaps oxytocin or endorphins, which further deepened her bond with the men. It was as if her body was acknowledging that she now belonged to them, all four of them, in a deeply primal and instinctual way.

The ambiance of the room heightened the experience. The soft breathing, the occasional wet sound as Tom or Jason adjusted their grip, and the low hum of the music in the background formed a cocoon of sensations around Lisa. Every so often, Jason would break contact, his eyes meeting Tom’s in silent communication.

After experiencing two intense orgasms solely from the stimulation of her nipples, Lisa found herself in a state of blissful exhaustion. The waves of pleasure that had coursed through her body left her feeling deeply satiated, yet also physically spent. She longed for the continuation of their intimate connection, yearning for the closeness and fulfillment that sex would bring. However, her body, still trembling and sensitive from the overwhelming sensory journey, gently reminded her of its limits. She was content, yet her desires remained, a soft whisper promising more in the future.

As the session gradually drew to a close, Lisa lay there, surrounded by the men who had guided her through this profound experience. The air in the room was thick, not just with the lingering scent of essential oils and the warmth of spent bodies, but with a sense of accomplishment and mutual respect. They had journeyed together through realms of pleasure and therapy, exploring the depths of intimacy in a way that was both healing and deeply connective.

Lisa felt a buoyancy in her chest that had been absent for so long in her life. The physical relief from the engorgement was palpable. However, it was the emotional and sensual release that truly lightened her spirit. She felt as though she had shed layers of tension and restraint.

Jim extended a hand to help her up. As Lisa slowly sat up, the weight of the experience settled in. Every touch, every sensation, every emotion she felt was still fresh in her mind, replaying like a poignant film. She turned to each of the men, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude, admiration, and a deeper connection that words could hardly convey. Jason went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet, soft towel to wipe her breasts and wet crotch and thighs.

The therapy had not only brought physical relief to Lisa but had also opened a new chapter of emotional and intimate connections for all of them.

After their intense suckling session, Lisa lay there in the quiet aftermath. She couldn’t help notice that a whirlwind of desires swirling within her. Despite the exhaustion that clung to her limbs, a deep-seated yearning pulsed through her, an ache in her body, including the ache in her pussy, that transcended physical fatigue. She yearned for more, for a different kind of connection, one that was more primal, more consuming—that was sex. Yes, she felt the desire to actually get fucked by them. That would be the icing on the cake. Sucking on her sensitive nipples had set the stage. It was time for a hard big black cock inside her warm, wet, aching pussy. Yet, she found herself wrestling with the words, her tongue unable to voice the hunger that gnawed at her.

“Would it be appropriate?” She pondered. Her relationship with Jason had evolved, blossomed into something profound, yet the intimacy she craved now extended beyond him. The thought of being with all four men, not just as her therapists but as lovers, ignited a fire within her. Was she polyamorous? The question echoed in her mind. She didn’t just want their touch; she yearned for them to claim her, to fill her in a way that transcended the therapy sessions. She wanted them to cum inside her, a craving that made her question her own identity. Was she transforming into a cumslut? The term, though jarring, seemed to resonate with a hidden part of her.

Her newfound sexuality was a tapestry of complex desires. There was something about being the focal point of multiple men, the center of their attention, that thrilled her. A gangbang.

And then there was the interracial aspect, something about these sessions had sparked a deep attraction within her. This was her first time with such deep intimate physical contact with black men. She admired the contrast — her pale, soft skin against their darker, more muscular forms. The sight of their large manhoods, barely contained by their underwear, their full lips, and the strength in their jaws that had so effectively, so skillfully worked on her nipples. All this had filled her with a longing.