Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 05

As their bodies slowly stilled, Lisa's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling from the intensity of their union. She held onto Jason, her body clinging to his, not wanting to let go of the moment. He had pumped a lot of cum insider her pussy, right at the gate of her unprotected womb. It was so much cum that with his cock still buried inside her, Lisa felt his cum slowly trickling out of her. This was both intimate and deeply satisfying, a physical reminder of their passionate encounter.

In the quiet aftermath of their passionate climax, Jason and Lisa lay intertwined, their bodies still joined. They were enveloped in a stillness that spoke volumes, a serene calm that only comes after a storm of intense emotions. They exchanged soft, lingering kisses, each one a gentle reaffirmation of the connection they had just deepened. The air around them was charged with an unspoken understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of the journey they had embarked upon together.

Lisa nuzzled into the crook of Jason's neck, her breaths gradually slowing down as she savored the warmth and safety of his embrace. Her breasts pressed against him were still engorged and needed to be drained. Jason could feel the lumps of tight knots glands in her breasts that were warm and firm and waiting for release.

Their whispers filled the air, words of love and longing that had been held back for so long now freely exchanged in the intimate space they shared. "I've wanted this... with you... for so long," Lisa murmured, her voice a tender echo of her deepest desires.

Jason, equally moved, ran his fingers gently through her hair, whispering back, "Me too, Lisa. There's something special, electric between us. I felt it from the start."

They basked in the glow of their newfound intimacy, a connection that had transcended professional boundaries and blossomed into something profoundly personal. They lay there, lost in each other, the outside world momentarily forgotten, specially Tom, Tyler, and Jim, who were in the next room.

In the soft glow of the afterglow, as they lay entwined, Lisa's hand gently traced the contours of Jason's body. The traced her fingers under the sheet to his belly, lower belly, and touched his cock. She was surprised to see it was hard again. It wasn't even 15 minutes since they had climaxed.

A smile curled the corners of her lips, a mixture of amazement and desire sparkling in her eyes, "Look! Someone is hard again." And she giggled. "That's the effect you have on me," Jason said, as he planted a kiss on her lips.

She leaned closer to Jason, her breath warm against his ear, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jason," she began, hesitantly, "I know you have your friends helping me out, and I want you to know that my feelings arose for you first. I fell for you, and you would be my first if we pursue this....would it... would it bother you to know that I... I crave intimacy with Tom, Jim, and Tyler too?"

Jason turned to her, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light, reflecting a depth of understanding. He took a moment, his gaze softening. Secretly, Jason had wanted to share Lisa, too. It would be a shame if this hot MILF hadn't got enough cock. He was wanting this at some point after making love to her first, he just didn't expect Lisa would forward, and was pleasantly surprised she asked for this so soon.

Jason cleared his throat and spoke in a soft voice into her ear, "Lisa, knowing your desires, your curiosities... it doesn't bother me. In fact, I find your openness and your exploration of your own passions... it's beautiful," he said gently.

Lisa's heart fluttered at his words, a rush of relief and excitement coursing through her. "Really? You're not just saying that?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and vulnerability.

Jason nodded, his hand caressing her cheek. "Really. You exploring your desires with Tom, Jim, and Tyler, is totally natural. And I support you. I always will," he reassured her.

A sense of warmth enveloped Lisa, her fears melting away in the face of Jason's acceptance and support. Emboldened, she continued, her voice gaining confidence. "I... I have this fantasy. It's something I've never done before, but with you all, I feel safe to explore it." She paused, taking a deep breath. "I want to feel more than one of you at the same time. It's a desire that's been growing in me, especially tonight."

Jason's expression remained open, his eyes holding hers. "Tell me," he urged gently, encouraging her to speak her heart.

Lisa's words tumbled out in a rush, a blend of excitement and nervousness In Jason's reassuring embrace, Lisa felt a surge of courage mingling with her rising desire. She gazed into his eyes, finding an anchor in their depth. "The same position we used for milking--I was laying on Jim, while you and Tom milked me...." Lisa paused.

Jason sensing her hesitancy softly encouraged her to say, "Yes Lisa, tell me."

A little more pause, Lisa bit her lip, a surge of boldness coursing through her.

"This time, I would like to lay on one of you inside my ass while you're inside my pussy again, I want you in my pussy again. I'm so glad you're hard for me again. As I said I want to feel two of you at the same time, the other one would be in my ass."

She covered her face with her hands as she felt embarrassed being so forward. Jason lovingly uncovered her face and kissed her forehead. "Lisa this is perfectly fine, you don't have to be embarrassed.

"Please, be gentle. This is all new to me," she confessed, looking at Jason with cute eyes, her voice a mix of shy excitement and bold desire.

"Who would you like under you, Lisa?" Jason asked.

She started off with a giggle, "I've noticed through their underwears that all of you are well endowed, but I believe I could handle Jim in my ass," she confided, a blush tinting her cheeks. "This would be his prize for helping me out, although I am the submissive one here."

Jim's cock was slightly less thick and shorter than his friends and wouldn't be rock hard like others. Lisa had a good eye and feel to notice that, as he had laid underneath her during the milking session

Jason's expression softened, touched by her candidness and trust. "That's incredibly brave and generous of you, Lisa. Jim will understand the significance of your trust. And I'll ensure everything goes smoothly and gently," he reassured her, his tone reflecting a deep respect for her willingness to explore these new boundaries.

Lisa's voice grew softer, yet more determined, revealing the depth of her longing. "I also want the other two to milk me as much as they. I know that's a lot. I want to feel everything, to be overwhelmed in the best way tonight. I'll let you control the room." Her words were laden with a raw honesty, exposing the depths of her desires.

Jason nodded, his eyes reflecting a blend of admiration and affection. "We'll make it happen, Lisa. You deserve to experience all the pleasure you can handle. We're here for you, every step of the way." His promise was more than words; it was a commitment to her journey, to her exploration, and to the fulfillment of her deepest desires.

"I'm so flattered you're hard again for me," Lisa gazed into Jason's eyes, with a hint of mischief in her voice. "I want the stuff in your semen to get absorbed and help with my lactation," she added with a giggle, her eyes twinkling with a mix of lust and humor.

Jason's response was immediate, a deep chuckle resonating in his chest. "Well, how can I say no to such a request? Especially when it's for such a noble cause," he replied, his voice laced with a mix of affection and arousal.

A while ago, Tom, Jim, and Tyler had left for the adjacent room, giving Lisa and himself some privacy. He approached them with a calm demeanor. "Guys," he began, "Lisa and I had a talk.... ". He shared everything they had discussed.

They all headed to the therapy room with their prize lying naked on the therapy table, with Jason's cum oozing out of her pussy. Jason brought in some fresh towels as it was going to get wet and messy tonight.

Jim laid on the table first on his back. Jason helped Lisa carefully position on top of him. He started by applying a generous amount of warm lube around her butthole, his fingers gently circling, massaging, and relaxing her. This preparatory touch was soothing, easing Lisa's initial nervousness and building her anticipation.

As Jim's finger carefully explored and prepared her, Lisa felt a growing sense of readiness, a desire to embrace this new experience fully. Jason's gentle whispers of encouragement resonated with her, stoking the fires of her anticipation. When the moment came for him to position his cock at her entrance, On Jason's advise whispering in her ear, Lisa took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the warm, slick pressure against her. She carefully, gradually lowered herself down, feeling an initial stretch on her butthole that sent a sharp intake of breath through her lips. The sensation was intense, a mix of slight discomfort and overwhelming fullness that demanded her entire focus.

Once her ass slowly opened up to accept him inside her, Jim remained still, allowing Lisa time to adjust to the sensation of fullness and pressure. She lay flat against him, her entire body lying atop his solid frame, feeling the contrasting textures of her softness against his hardness. Her soft butt rested on his pelvis, her back against his torso, as she spread her legs wide, placing her feet on his knees for stability. The sensation was intense, a tightness that bordered on discomfort but was tempered by the waves of warmth and care emanating from Jim. Jim, in turn, spread his legs slightly, creating space for Jason to join them.

Jason, with a blend of excitement and reverence, approached Lisa for the second time. He positioned himself in the middle, carefully aligning himself with Lisa. With a controlled, gradual motion, he began to penetrate her wet sloppy pussy. Lisa's breath hitched with every inch of Jason's entry, feeling the depth he reached. It was thrilling and overwhelming. And exciting!

Lisa felt the same heat and hardness of his cock again, as he entered her, but the sensation of being filled in both places--ass and pussy--simultaneously was overwhelming.

It felt airtight. It felt full. It felt good. She lifted her hands of the massage table, which she was using to control, and embraced Jason. With her feet on Jim's knees and hands embracing Jason, she felt completely surrendered, at their control, they controlled everything from this point. They would thrust into her at the pace and rhythm they desired.

There was a moment of stillness as they each found their place, a moment of breathless anticipation. Lisa's eyes locked with Jason's, conveying a depth of emotion that needed no words.

She was lying completely on Jim's body his cock fully in her ass, and his hands grabbing her torso and cupping her breasts alternatively. With a slow, deliberate motion, Lisa's hands traced Jason's jawline pulling him into a kiss that was as passionate as it was tender. The kiss was a mingling of breath and desire, an intimate exchange that communicated more than words ever could.

As Jason responded to her kiss, their bodies still joined, Lisa felt every nerve ending sing with the sensation of being filled and stretched. The pleasure was poignant, edged with the pain of their dual occupancy, yet it was a feeling she embraced wholeheartedly. Her hands explored Jason's shoulders, her nails drawing lines of passion across his skin, moving to his chest. Her nail accidentally scraped his left nipple, as Jason gasped too and his cock hardened even more inside her. Lisa giggled, "Ooooh, someone else is also sensitive there."

Lisa then thought about Jim underneath her. Turning her head, she sought Jim's lips for a kiss. Jim leaned from the side kissing her; their kiss a counterpoint to the one she shared with Jason. Jim's hands captured hers, their fingers intertwining and with a deliberate movement, he drew her hands above her head, anchoring them there. And they started kissing more passionately. It was a sexy sight for the other men to watch Lisa sandwiched between the two men with her arms pinned above her head.

Lisa felt enveloped between the solid warmth of Jim's body beneath her and the fervent heat from Jason's form above. The sensation of being so intimately held, so completely surrounded, was exhilarating. Her breasts, tender and full, were pressed against the firmness of Jason's chest, the contact igniting sparks of pleasure that radiated outward from her nipples to suffuse her entire being.

Lisa's skin was alive with sensation, the soft brush of their skin against hers, the rhythmic movement of their bodies, and the shared heat they generated. It was a cocoon of warmth that held her, a haven of sensation that she surrendered to willingly. Each breath she took was laced with the scent of the men, a musky, heady fragrance that filled her senses and fueled the lust that pulsed through her veins.

Jason raised himself placed his arms to her side in a plank position, getting ready to thrust inside her. Every thrust from Jason was met with a corresponding movement from Jim, creating a symphony of sensations that enveloped Lisa. She felt every ridge, every contour of both men, their bodies becoming instruments of her pleasure. The dual sensation of being filled and stretched was exhilarating, a dance of pain and pleasure that left her breathless.

Lisa's body responded with a fervor to their movements. Her eyes closed, savoring every moment, every sensation, as she moaned interrupted by hitched gasps of breaths.

She was lost in a world of sensation, a world where only she and her two partners existed. In that moment, Lisa felt wholly claimed, seen, and loved in all her complexity. Her world condensed to the rhythm of their bodies and the intimate bond they shared. She reveled in her submissive nature, finding strength in her vulnerability and power in her surrender.

As the session progressed, Lisa began to move, her hips gently rising and falling in a steady rhythm indicating she was enjoying it too. The subtle motion allowed her to align perfectly with both men, amplifying the sensations they were providing, as hers soft body lay sandwiched rubbing against their bodies, her nipples grazing against Jason's hard chest with each thrust.

Each thrust from Jason and Jim sent reverberations through her, their synchronized movements causing their organs to massage the delicate membrane separating her two canals. The sensation was electrifying, like waves of pleasure cascading through her from two separate origins yet converging into a powerful crescendo at the center of her being.

As her breasts pressed against Jason's chest, she relished the delicious friction at her nipples, each movement a symphony of intertwined sensations that heightened her arousal.

In that embrace, Lisa found the vulnerability she had craved, the sweet edge of pain that only heightened the pleasure. She was primed for this, her body and soul tuned to the frequency of desire after days of anticipation. The thrill of having one man above her, another below, their presence cherishing her, was a fulfillment of a deep-seated yearning. Her capacity for pleasure seemed boundless, a reservoir waiting to be tapped, and in that moment, she knew she could welcome even more.

She pulled Jason's face closer, seeking his lips, trying to drown herself in the feeling of being kissed as she felt the waves of pleasure intensify. Their lips locked, tongues dancing, exploring, and tasting. As they broke the kiss, Lisa turned her head to the side, locking lips with Tom, tasting the unique flavor of each man, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix.

Then Jason raised himself on his arms and bent down to take her nipple in his mouth, while thrusting into her.

The desire coursing through Lisa's veins erupted into a fervent plea, her voice laden with an intensity that matched the primal urges within her. "Bite me, drink from me," she implored Jason, her eyes ablaze with a wild craving. "Please, use your teeth--I want to feel it all."

Jason, galvanized by her impassioned plea, closed in, his mouth clamping on her offered breast with an intensity that bordered on ferocity. His tongue probed for the nipple holding it against the roof of mouth, and his teeth found the tender flesh of her areola to bite it hard, not hard enough to harm her but sufficient to elicit the response her body ached for. Each bite was a calculated measure of pressure, and he ground his teeth against each other with her teat flesh in between.

That pleasurable sensation threw Lisa off the edge. Her response was visceral. She threw her head back, a guttural sound of raw pleasure escaping her--"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh," as their aggressive suckling unlocked the pent-up rivers of her essence. Her fingers gripped his hair in a tight grip, pulling him closer, sinking his face into her soft, warm boob, encouraging the potent combination of pain and pleasure that flooded her senses. The sharpness of his bites, the persistent pull of his mouth--it was as if he was claiming her, marking her with each determined tug, and Lisa reveled in the possession, in the sensation that he was evoking within her.

Then, the simultaneous stimulation on her breast added another layer to her ecstasy. Every time Jason bit and tugged, it sent a jolt straight to her core, magnifying the sensations from below. It felt as if her entire body was an instrument, each touch and motion producing a harmonious note that resonated deeply within her.

At the same time, stimulation of her membrane between anal canal and pussy was particularly intense. As both men continued their rhythm, the friction on that membrane created a sensation akin to the plucking of a taut string, each "pluck" sending a symphony of pleasure radiating outwards throughout her entire body. The combination of internal and external stimuli was overwhelming, wrapping Lisa in a cocoon of pure, unadulterated pleasure between the black men.

As waves of pleasure coursed through Lisa, an overwhelming need to connect deeper with each of her partners gripped her. She turned her head, capturing Jim's lips in a fervent sideways kiss. Their tongues danced together. The heat from Jason's body, his hard chest grazing against her soft body was intoxicating, and she broke the kiss with Jim and leaned her head front to kiss him, and then leave a trail of heated kisses along the length of his neck. Each moan that escaped her lips with every deep rhythmic thrust from Jason and Jim, who thrusted deep inside her alternatively. They all, including Lisa, were surprised she could take in two cocks, with such intensity at the same time.

Jason now leaned down with his mouth against her ears, whispering dirty words into her ear. Not sure what he said, but they weren't just words but affirmations of their shared intimacy, and they sent shivers down her spine.

The chorus of sensations -- the kisses, the rhythm, the whispered words -- built to a crescendo, and a tear of profound pleasure, joy escaped from Lisa's eyes. It was a tear borne out of the intensity of the moment, and the emotional catharsis she was experiencing. This sex was therapeutic for her. She needed it. It was a tear that symbolized the cocktail of pleasure, emotions and sensory overload that continued to build, it became too much for Lisa to contain. They were also tears of gratitude, marking the pinnacle of her shared experience with the men who had come to mean so much to her.

Lisa felt a build-up, a growing tension deep within her that threatened to explode and sweep her away. Her breath hitched, the rhythm of her body's movements becoming more erratic, more urgent.