Everyone knows that even the very best dreams eventually come to an end. It was with this thought in mind that I approached Kitty’s house on the Monday morning. Having been with her three times last week and seeing how quickly she had started to lactate as a special surprise for her husband, I knew that it was likely that after today my services would no longer be needed. She was quite the most effervescent and excitable lady I had ever known in my not too extensive experience. I guess it was as much that she had been my first ever client with Milkers R Us that gave her a special place in my mind and heart. And the fact that we had been fucking like rabbits after every session … in one way or another.
Still the job was ahead of me and I fully expected that she would have let down her milk almost completely over the weekend just with her own stimulation, having leaked heavily on Friday. She would no longer need me as hubby would pick up the reins so to speak. After today I would be concentrating on the other rather thankless clients I had and probably filling the gap in the schedule vacated by Kitty with some new client. The world moves on I guess and we weren’t short of requests for our services at MRU. I’d never have thought it was such a lucrative business.
Driving to her house I knew I had to put aside my misery to make the session as successful as all the others. I pulled up outside and wandered to the door with my bag. Today I would almost certainly need my supplies. As I approached the small raised verandah the door opened. Oh my God! There she was in plain view, her boobs bursting from her too small bra and a pair of lace panties that barely hid the outline of her finely sculpted thighs and loins. Having scanned her form, I looked up into her eyes and saw the pain in her expression.
“Oh Mark! Thank God you’ve arrived!” she blurted out.
I quickly entered the hallway and she closed the door behind me as I enquired, “What’s wrong Kitty?” hearing the concern I my own voice.
“It’s the pain Mark! They hurt so much!” she sobbed. “It’s got steadily worse since yesterday.”
“Come on Kitty, let me see what’s wrong,” I responded what I hoped was tenderly.
She rushed into the bedroom, her now huge tits bouncing with every step despite being gathered loosely in the bra that was ill suited to the task anymore. As she walked she whimpered in pain. I followed her into the familiar room and dropped my bag on the floor as I watched her climb onto the bed. Once ensconced she reached behind her to unfetter the girls and, in this light, I could now see that her bra was soaked through. As the cups fell from her breasts they sagged forward with their added size and weight and, immediately that they were exposed to the air, they started to leak steadily.
“My goodness Kitty, they are full,” I exclaimed, a little relief in my voice as I realised the situation.
She was in no danger, she just didn’t know what to expect in the three days since I was here last. Perhaps the fact that we were too busy having wonderful sex meant that I hadn’t done my job quite well enough in explaining to her what would happen if she kept massaging all weekend without expressing as well. I felt the pangs of guilt but I knew I could redeem the situation quite quickly.
“”Ohhh it hurts! Do something!” her voice dragged me back to the moment.
“Sorry Kitty but it’s alright. It’s good news and bad news. Your milk is producing quickly but your breasts are still developing the shape and strength in their sinews to hold the added weight. You will get used to it quickly but you will also have to regularly get rid of the extra milk by getting hubby involved or by expressing it yourself. You can get a pump to help, but for today I am here. Okay?”
She nodded with a wan smile and her tits jiggled before my eyes. I was fucking her from behind the other day when I felt her leaking. Today I would get my first, and probably last, taste judging by the dilemma I found her in. Easing my way onto the bed beside her I did a cursory visual check. Her distended nipples and enlarged areolae told me her milk was well on its way. The tell-tale veins running across under the surface of her translucent skin said her tits were growing. That was painfully obvious to us both when I considered the DD bra she was trying to use had barely kept the pair in and certainly offered no real support. My quick guess was she was now close to an F cup but we would check that later.
I reached out to gently check for the tenderness I knew would be present. I wasn’t surprised when she jumped at the contact and a little spray of thin fluid leapt from her nipple across my hand.
“Sorry Kitty,” I apologised for the pain I’d caused.
“Oh please just hurry and do something!” she both pleaded and demanded.
I leaned over and as gently as I could I covered her nipple with my mouth and sucked slowly. I was immediately rewarded with a thin flow of the sweet and strong tasting first fluid ever taken from this woman. She gasped a little in the initial contact but it was a mix of pain and release. I sucked a little harder and the stream developed into a steady flow that filled my mouth and my senses, the warm tit flesh at my face and the long fat nipple partly filling my mouth. I gently caressed the side of the breast and fell into a reverie as I joined with her in this intimate connection. In my mind I knew that there was a hormone at work here that made Kitty want this connection – the mothering instinct – while all her other hormones cried out for sexual fulfilment. But first the pain needed to be removed so I slowed down once I could feel the tight flesh ease to a pliable warmth in my hand. I knew she needed the other breast relieved before we could take the feeding further.
Switching to the other side and lying across her lap, she cradled me to her nipple and instantly that I latched on she cooed her release of tension. Barely a minute had gone by on each breast and it was a different woman now holding me as I could hear her sighs and feel her breathing deepen as she cradled me to her. I pulled away momentarily.
“Does that feel better?”
“You have no idea Mark!”
“Good but you mustn’t let them get that full again,” I said looking up into her serene face, “For a while you will find it painful as your breasts accommodate the changes but you will soon find the pain is almost gone. Okay?”
“Sure, I understand,” she smiled, all the anguish now gone from her glowing smile, “but you aren’t finished are you?” she added eagerly.
“No Kitty, I just wanted to ease your pain first. I will empty each one this morning but you must understand that we have tricked your body into believing you have a baby to take care of, so you will keep producing at least as much as it would need and it would feed every few hours normally. You will have to plan your day a bit around this if hubby isn’t here to help you. That’s why I mentioned the pump.
“Fine, I understand but … we can talk about that later can’t we?” her eyes and voice begged.
I smiled and returned to my most pleasurable duty. I leant back down to the mountainous peak before me and sucked in the nipple and proceeded to add pressure to my suction so that the nipple would distend further into my mouth and the flow would increase. It was quickly a steady stream and I could feel her flesh wilting as her ducts emptied their treasure into my stomach. Obviously so early in letting down she wasn’t yet producing her maximum but if this was any indication, she would be making plenty of milk soon, certainly more than her husband would be able to help with once at night.
As her left breast gave its last dregs I could sense rather than see a distinct change in Kitty’s body language. My face was pulled in close to her breast and held firmly to her tit while her legs had splayed across the bed opening access once again to her nether regions. As I pulled away to change sides and see the reddened and swollen nipple and its puffed and dimpled brown surrounding skin slip from my mouth, Kitty sighed deeply, “Finger me … please?” she begged dreamily.
Her wish … my command; what else could a man do? As I latched on to her right nipple, I slid my hand along her thigh and again a sigh as she dragged me into her full bosom, smothering my face with her fleshy boob. My hand quickly found the heat of her thigh increasing until, like a stray straw in a camp fire, I followed its heat into the inferno. She was a molten mess beneath her skimpy panties that I pushed aside to find her open wet pussy coated in her juices. My own enjoyment of this sensation translated to an increase in my sucking and her vocalising her joy, “Oh yessss!”
Her rapture showed as her nipple flooded my mouth which was when I felt her squeezing her breast to increase the flow. My fingers slipped easily into her fleshy folds and I found her swollen clit with my thumb. First contact brought a yelp of joy as she clamped hard on my fingers which only served to increase their effect as her well-lubricated lips didn’t hold them out. My internal massage was making her breathing ragged and her breast was coming to an end of its supply. I could now feel the looseness in the skin that told me the mammary glands were temporarily empty. She knew as she slowly eased the pressure to hold me to her.
“That felt so good! Will you help me again Mark?” she said softly as she looked distractedly down into my eyes. Right now I was hers; there was nothing I wouldn’t do. I think she knew that was the case as she didn’t wait for an answer but simply said, “Lie flat on the bed beside me please?”
She shuffled away slightly as I rolled from her breasts and lay flat, facing the ceiling. She moved quickly and decisively, throwing her leg across my chest and turning to sit up. Within seconds her open smooth cunt lips were in my view as she straddled my head and began to lower herself to my face. She was upright holding the headboard and facing the wall. Kitty’s wetness dripped a trail on my neck and chin as she got closer to my reaching tongue and then we were one as she pushed down and I plunged in, my probing appendage spearing into her open hole, roaming around and sampling the delectable flavours of womanhood.
“Oh yes please!! More … deeper!” she growled above me as she increased the pressure sitting on my face by rotating her hips. The bed squeaked and, with her rhythmic movements and her gyrations, she pushed me into the mattress in an ecstatic prison between her thighs.
“I love these huge tits! Tongue me more Mark!”
I could only imagine the view of those gorgeous rounded globes bouncing in time to her movements above me while all I could do, pinned beneath her, was reach up behind her and try to steer her hips so that the occasional gap allowed me to suck in some air. The flood of her juices continued as she now focused her movement to grinding her clit against my nose while I probed her inner walls. It was hard to breathe but I couldn’t care less if this was how I was to die, wrapped entirely in this woman. Everything about her being told me her orgasm was imminent – her flow of juice, her voice and breathing and the way she ground hard into my face. And then she froze! I couldn’t see anything but I could paint this picture. My mind’s eye told me from experience all I needed to know.
Her long slim body was frozen in pleasure, her tits still bouncing and rising with her short sharp breaths as her face was aglow in a dream with her mouth agape screaming a silent prayer of thanks to the universe. I continued to probe and lap at her inner folds only now she winced as I came near her button of pleasure, so sensitive immediately after her orgasm. And then she released all the tension in her body and a guttural sigh of joy emanated from her telling me she was in heaven.
Shortly she lifted from me to release me from my trap. I kissed her thigh as it swung away and she fell to the bed beside me.
“I don’t believe how hot that sucking makes me! I’ve done it to you again haven’t I?” she giggled a little nervously. She was again referring to the tent in my pants that told her this whole thing was sexy as Hell.
“Do all your clients react like me? You must be exhausted!”
I had to laugh and muttered, “Client confidentiality Kitty. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Hmm I think I knew that when I first saw you.”
She leaned over and kissed me gently, quickly breaking off, “Gee I taste sweet! She exclaimed with a chuckle.
“Yes you do, at both ends. Your body chemistry is definitely changing,” I remarked.
“So how can I help you now?” she asked, looking knowingly at my erection.
“I believe a gentleman allows the lady to …”
“Oh I’m no lady – you know that. Let’s face it I’m a bitch in heat when you suck my tits and you have had me in every hole. Do my arse for me again … please kind sir?” she mocked and she was upon my pants zip in a second.
Quickly we were both naked and Kitty was stroking my chest, feeling my nipples. They stood up to her attention.
“Wow they’re sensitive aren’t they? Jim’s just sit there but yours are begging to be sucked,” and she leaned over to draw one into her mouth and soon she was returning the favour I had done her a short while before. My nips have always been tender and that’s probably why I had such an affinity for the job. They ached as she played with one, rolling and tweaking it, and suckled the other. Running her tongue around and feeling the tightness of my areola on her lips, she got carried away and I arched up off the bed to meet the heavy suction she provided, my cock straining and leaking seminal fluid.
“Oh my!” she gasped as she released my nipple. I looked into her glazed eyes again and could tell she was aroused. She was flustered but turned and reached into the bedside table and brought out a tube of lube. Soon she was stroking my hardness with the cool greasy fluid, her petite hand sliding up and down with her fingers encircling my girth and dragging the meaty foreskin back to expose the mushroomed, sensitive head. She watched her actions intently for a while feeling the tension growing in my tool until she looked into my eyes and simply said, “Please?”
She released me and turned to arrange herself on all fours on the bed. I sat up and moved into position behind her. I started to caress her hips as I moved closer and then took some of her juices to insert in her backdoor to make access easier. I started to massage and coat the tiny bud in the centre of her firm bum cheeks.
“No!” she said, “Just do me. I don’t mind if it hurts.”
I took her at her word and I took her.
Pushing my firm swollen knob to her cheeks I found the tight puckered opening; lifting up I was able to aim my shaft at her centre and pushed in past the resisting muscle.
“Ahhh!” she winced at the burning pain of my insertion but she simultaneously pushed back into me to get my whole cock as deep as she could on that first thrust. That action in itself was so incredibly erotic that I just leaned my body weight into her, the hard girth penetrating her, stretching her tight grip on me until I had bottomed out. Sliding in like that she had been clamping and releasing me with her over-worked muscles the whole time, the searing pain wracking her body as she cried, “Aaah! Ungh! Ugh!”
I nestled deep inside Kitty’s rear sheath until I was ready to move and then I withdrew and plunged back in again. Pounding her sphincter that clutched at my cock, it took only a few strokes to find her brown eye wide open and watching me invade her. Normally one to take time and care, I had never experienced this primal instinct to just take her. It was invigorating; I tingled from the contact and I was quickly losing control.
Soon I was pumping hard and fast into Kitty and she was again burying her face in the pillows as she screamed her arousal, shoving back in response to every powerful shafting I delivered. The heat of the moment and her internal flame threw me into her with abandon, our thighs slapping together in animal lust. As I maintained the long strokes in and out of her shit chute, I leaned in to capture her swinging melons and squeezed and pulled those wonderful nipples that flooded my hands with the renewing nectar … and quickly I flooded her. It was the most intense orgasm she had given me, every nerve ending of my being wrenched me into ecstasy as I grunted and roared my release into her backside as each paroxysm of pleasure fired my load of cum into her hot, tight hole. My stomach muscles clenched and cramped in the spasming exhaustion. The taboo of anal sex … with a client … when I was her first, and not her husband, just endeared her to me more. I wanted her – I’d just had her and I would soon be leaving. That thought more than anything made me wilt quickly after coming. I slipped from her behind and fell to the bed, spent. She was quickly nestled beside me.
“I love that so much! You have no idea what you have done for me in this last week or so. Thank you,” and she kissed me softly and sensuously. This was not a passionate, out of control kiss; was she feeling the same way? It was a line I could not cross no matter what my feelings, not if I wanted to keep this job.
We lay there comfortably in each other’s arms casually and naturally stroking and caressing each other. I realised that time was escaping me as I had another client in about an hour. I started to move to get up and Kitty moaned dreamily in that pleasant after sex atmosphere. I had a job to do so it was me who had to take the initiative.
“Kitty,” I whispered, “I need to go soon but there are some things I’d like to show you. Can you sit up please?
She moaned her assent and shifted to sit upright. I quickly got up and jumped back into my clothes constantly conscious of the close attention she paid my every movement. As I looked back I saw that she sat leaning on one hand, the full expanse of her bust proudly on display to me. God I wish I could take that photo!! She read my mind, “Got a camera on your phone Mark? Seems only fitting that you take a trophy for your … our suck-cess!” she giggled, deliberately emphasizing the separate syllables of her last word.
“Are you sure Kitty? You don’t mind?”
“I trust you Mark. I’m sure it won’t appear on the net until I put it there when you send me a copy. In fact, after I have told Jim, I might even let you use it in your advertising as a success story!” she laughed.
I found my bag and quickly rummaged around until I found my cell phone. I snapped a few shots and showed them to her for approval and she arranged herself in a couple of poses until she found a shot she liked. “There, done!” she said matter-of-factly, “Now what is it you wanted to show me?” she queried.
Sitting on the side of the bed I opened the bag and pulled out a few items. “Here you go Kitty, a couple of little gifts to help you out. These are nursing pads to stop the milk ruining your clothes. Slip them inside your bra. This is a sample pack of six but we sell bulk packs at cheaper than retail rates from our office.”
“Thanks!” she exclaimed with a chuckle, “I can throw away that stupid paper towel I was using!”
I had to laugh with her. “These are catching-cups that you can use during the day while at home. Here’s how they work.” I leaned forward to demonstrate, not really expecting success. “You wear these inside your bra while you are home; see how the cap has a little drainage hole in the side? Always keep that pointed up.”
I placed the domed cup over her nipple and its hole almost covered her expanding areola, “Ooh!” she murmured at the contact. Instantly she released a small spray of that sweet nectar which, under pressure, I could hear hiss as it splashed against the inside of the cup before it dribbled down the clear plastic to be captured in the round reservoir at the bottom.
Chapter 03: The Night before the Wedding
Asleep, Ilyana dreamt of the night before her wedding. She retired from the feast prepared in her honor early – lacking an appetite due to her apprehension of the coming nuptials the following day. The Zamoran went to bed afraid of the Turanians and depravities supposedly practiced in their seraglios.
She tried masturbating herself to sleep, but her orgasm only made her more restless and uncomfortable. As the perspiration caused by her climax chilled her body, she wished for a thicker blanket to warm her shivering figure. Fortunately for the future bride, her mother visited her chamber out of concern for Ilyana’s health.
Tatyana, Ilyana’s thirty-two-year-old mother and concubine to Ivan Yuriev, found her eighteen-year-old daughter wide awake in bed. Unsurprisingly, since she purposely failed to give Ilyana proper insulation against nocturnal climate of the Eastern Desert, Tatyana Dmitrova hoped that her child might invite her into bed. Indeed, Derketo answered her incestuous prayer when Ilyana said:
- Can I sleep with you tonight, mother?
Removing her own garments, she slipped into bed to join her daughter. Wrapping her arms around her child, Tatiana warmed Ilyana with her body. The cold sweat that covered her skin slowly heated as Ilyana took comfort in her mother’s warm bosom. With her departing anxiety, hunger returned to Ilyana’s thoughts. She heard her stomach grumble loudly; prompting Tatiana to offer her right breast to her daughter:
- This one is still full of milk….
She quickly latched on to her nipple. Sucking her mother’s milk into her mouth, Ilyana quickly gulped the breastmilk down her throat. Like all the other times the young Zamoran nursed from her mother, Ilyana inserted one of her legs so that her thigh touched Tatiana’s vulva. Following her daughter’s example, the senior odalisque of Ivan Yuriev’s harem lodged one of her limbs between Ilyana’s slightly parted thighs.
Parent and child soon stimulated one another — grinding their thighs into the other’s mound. At the peak of her climax, Ilyana (still suckling her mother’s tit) bit into Tatiana’s nipple. The pain pushed Tatiana into orgasm as she cradled her daughter’s head in her arms. On her cleavage, her daughter’s labored breaths blew warmth into her heaving chest. Suddenly, she felt tears wetting her bosom. Taking one of her hands to raise Ilyana’s face upwards, the slave stared into her daughter’s weeping visage and asked:
- What’s the matter, my dear child?
Realizing that the night marked the end of further intimacy with her parent, Ilyana wailed:
- After tonight, we will no longer be able to make love, mother!
Sobbing again after her pathetic declaration, Ilyana once more buried her face in her mother’s breasts. She naturally inhaled Tatiana’s maternal scent and sensed her parent stroking her dark tresses in order to soothe her hysterical fit. While the aforementioned hand combed through her drenched locks — soaked from the paroxysms she experienced with a mix of euphoria and melancholy — the other hand belonging to her mother wandered down to rub her mons veneris.
Ilyana then freed one of her arms so that her hand caressed her mother’s moistened sex: palming Tatiana’s clitoris as her index and ring fingers glided between the older woman’s labia; the middle finger plunged into thrall’s vagina — fingering the folds of her mother’s passage.
Orgasming from her daughter’s digits, Tatiana returned her child’s show of affection by working her fingers round Ilyana’s engorged clitoris. Her progeny screamed into her bust as she pinched Ilyana’s pearl and played with the hood that barely concealed her erect glans. Slapping her nub to finally transport Ilyana to climax, Tatiana held her close as she quivered in her hug. Once her convulsions ceased, the Zamoran concubine directed Ilyana’s lips toward her left breast as she told her daughter:
- We still have this night, child….
She rocked her child back and forth as her daughter suckled from her teat — until Ilyana exhausted her final reserve of breastmilk and replied:
- Then let me taste your pussy one more time, mother….
From her left nipple, Ilyana worked her way down the courtesan’s body. Kissing, licking and sometimes biting her mother; leaving bite marks on Tatiana’s soft skin before inserting her tongue into the older woman’s navel. Sucking in air from the sudden shock of pleasure produced by Ilyana’s wet tongue, her mother mewled in ecstasy as the bride followed Tatiana’s retreating stomach.
Maintaining contact with her mother’s umbilicus, Ilyana continued to orally worship the belly that carried her for nine months while her chest, resting atop her parent’s vulva, felt Tatiana’s juices upon her cleavage. She spread the slippery fluid to the rest of her bosom — working one breast and then other around the opening to her mother’s passage — even penetrating Tatiana with her nipples.
As one of her daughter’s nipples entered her birth canal, Tatiana jerked her hips to press Ilyana’s breast into her loins. Liking her mother’s pelvic gyrations, Ilyana grabbed Tatiana’s hips and brought her bosom closer to the elder Zamoran’s groin.
The other nipple, not engaged in coition with Tatiana’s vagina, brushed against her mother’s inner thigh. Erect from frotting with her parent’s leg, she switched nipples and instantly felt the muscles of her mother’s cunt suckling her teat. She quickly climaxed from her mother’s nursing pudenda and after diving into Tatiana’s crotch — drank the juices springing forth from concubine’s opening.
Lifting her head to ask Tatiana a question, Ilyana addressed her mother when she tasted semen:
- Who did you fuck before coming here?
While she answered the girl’s query, Tatiana masturbated; her fingers gliding along her exposed glans clitoris:
- One of the guests your father invited to your fete….
When the concubine stopped talking to concentrate on achieving orgasm, Ilyana patiently waited for her paroxysms to pass and cleaned Tatiana’s sticky digits with her mouth. Then proceeding to bathe her cum drenched slit in saliva, Ilyana performed cunnilingus on her mother as the concubine explained in between purrs of pleasure:
- Once you retired for the evening… we disrobed… and the orgy began…. I mounted the man that sat next to you… Remember… the Gunderman… that mercenary captain seeking employment with your father?
Her lascivious tale aroused the innocent maiden feasting on her matrix. As she witnessed Ilyana taking a pillow — to straddle between her legs and masturbate her loins to orgasm — Tatiana added:
- He had a stout pike… and he fucked me with that pole…. He came a lot in my cunt…. There should be plenty for you to taste down there!
Sticking her tongue deep inside her mother’s sheathe, Ilyana savored the ejaculate left in Tatiana’s passage. The taste of the Gunderman’s spend reminded Ilyana of mead and she stored some in her mouth as the young Zamoran bride crawled up her mother’s body to share her discovery with her courtesan parent. Osculating with the odalisque, Ilyana let her tongue — laden with the mercenary’s semen — play with Tatiana’s lingua. After relishing the seed brought to her orifice by her progeny, Tatiana’s lips broke contact with Ilyana’s labia to comment:
After sharing several more kisses with her daughter, the concubine added:
A shame that I didn’t suck his cock….
The Zamorans then settled for sleep. Ilyana laid her head on her mother’s bosom as Tatiana stroked her daughter’s long, brunette hair. Exhausted from their Sapphic assignation, the pair dozed with their arms wrapped around each other’s spent bodies.
Half asleep in her husband’s pavilion, Ilyana Ivanova recalled yesterday morning. Just hours before her wedding to Adi; the eighteen-year-old Zamoran woke up to the arousing odor of her thirty-two-year-old mother’s body.
Sweat accumulated on Tatiana’s cleavage and her daughter licked the perspiration found on her bosom before breakfasting upon her breastmilk. Ilyana’s suckling orifice eventually roused Tatiana from her slumber and she permitted her child to continue nursing at the expense of her other children. Fortunately, her other progeny were well past weaning age and only fed upon her bosom in order to please their parent (as well as a mutual desire to remain close to one another).
The Zamoran concubine wanted Ilyana to enjoy her last moments of maidenhood before Adi took her to the tent currently undergoing nuptial preparations. To heighten her child’s enjoyment of her lactic meal; the temptress reached around and under Ilyana’s callipygous derriere and massaged her lustful daughter’s vulva.
Letting her lecherous hand dexterously finger her child to climax; Tatiana braced herself (as Ilyana possessed a predisposition to bite whenever she orgasmed). When the anticipated pang occurred on her right nipple, Tatiana knew that her daughter reached orgasm, as the figure she held in her arms quaked in climax.
Ilyana opened her mouth – releasing her mother from the agony of having her nipple bitten by her teeth – trying to apologize for her bad habit; but instead of receiving a scolding for her wont for biting during orgasm, she received a passionate kiss from Tatiana. The concubine wished to part with her daughter on amiable terms and not spout vitriol from her orifice, which preferred to tongue Ilyana while she still possessed the opportunity to partake of her child’s many openings.
When their lips finally parted, the concubine asked her daughter:
-Is there anything I can do for you, my child?
Quickly straddling her mother’s countenance, Ilyana replied:
-Can you eat my pussy, mother?
Licking her labia with gusto, Tatiana consumed the drops of vaginal dew on her pubic hair. She then skipped her labia minora and thrust her tongue into her vagina. Inside, she traced circles around her hymen, careful not to tear her maidenhead. Merely pressing her lingua through the gap in her virginal membrane elicited throes of passion that mingled agony and ecstasy. Stopping her cunnilingus to compliment Ilyana, the temptress told her daughter:
-I am glad to report that you are still a virgin, my child….
Before returning her face to her groin, she added:
-But not for long….
Attending to her inner lips, Tatiana spread her saliva around her orifice, and parted the hirsute outer labia to have better access of her vaginal vestibule. After drinking her fill of Ilyana’s juices, Tatiana kissed her daughter’s clitoris to bring her womb to a climactic cum. A waterfall of ejaculate came down on her mouth; with much of the viscous liquid covering her wet face. Once her tongue cleansed Ilyana’s loins – lapping up a good portion of the syrupy cream that stuck to her mons veneris – she once again asked:
-What else would you like me to do, Ilyana?
Moving slightly forward to bring her anus over her mother’s mouth, she answered:
-Can you also lick my ass?
Sticking her lingua into the rim of her daughter’s rectum, Tatiana savored the musky scent of Ilyana’s vagina as her mouth tasted the rich flavor of the bride’s bottom. Roaming the circumference of her anus multiple times, Tatiana slowly transported her daughter to the peak of orgasm. Her continuous anilingus bathed Ilyana’s asshole in saliva and she finally inserted her lingua into the younger Zamoran’s rectal cavity as she came: her animated torso flailing uncontrollably as Tatiana anchored her by holding onto her hips.
Falling backwards on top of her mother’s body, Ilyana’s head rested on Tatiana’s lap. She then lay on her stomach to put her head in between the older woman’s thighs. While she opened her own limbs – presenting Tatiana with an intimate view of her vulva – Ilyana started lapping the juices covering her mother’s cunt. When she stopped to swallow the ejaculate in her mouth, she said:
-Let me return the favor, mother….
With her child’s loins in such close proximity, Tatiana also brought her lips next to the maid’s vagina. Slurping the cum coming out of her daughter’s hole, Tatiana drank from Ilyana’s streaming orifice; growing inebriated by the consumption of her child’s tasty juices.
Equally intoxicated by her mother’s ejaculate, Ilyana imbibed the great quantity of vaginal fluid exiting Tatiana’s orifice, feverishly sucking the juices that kept on filling her mouth. While she swallowed mouthfuls of cum, her tongue also rapidly licked Tatiana’s clitoris and penetrated the concubine’s passage. Ilyana quickly pulled her lingua out of her mother’s orifice once she felt the older woman’s birth canal pulsing in paroxysm.
Along with the rest of her body, Tatiana s pussy quivered to the orgasm coursing through her body. Realizing her daughter neared her own climax, Tatiana withdrew her face even as Ilyana pressed her sex down on the odalisque’s visage. A surge of female juices quickly flowed out of the younger Zamoran’s cunt – showering her mother in spray of aromatic fluid.
Turning to face her mother, Ilyana kissed Tatiana’s lips; tasting her own juices on the older woman’s lips. Their hands ran through the other’s hair – wet with sweat and juices expelled from their vulvae. Smelling the sweet blend of aromas made the lovers lick each other’s countenances as Tatiana slowly directed her child to once again suckle upon her bosom.
As her lips locked on her mother’s nipple, Ilyana sucked to draw milk from Tatiana’s teat. Meanwhile, her legs took their usual places and reserved those spaces favored by Tatiana as the tribades kneaded their loins into the other’s thigh. The young Zamoran bride bit as she came and she heard her mother screaming when her teeth clamped down on her nipple.
But before her mouth moved to Tatiana’s other nipple, a pair of calloused hands seized her; separating Ilyana from her mother’s embrace. Strands of cum stretched from their parting mounds as Ilyana desperately held on to her parent. But the undeniable brawn of arms connected to those hands – bulging with masculine strength – wrenched her Tatiana and dropped her into a tub of warm water.