02-11-2025, 09:45 PM
Scene 32
I took a deep breath, the massive, bare breasts right in front of me filling my vision.
Sunny: "Yes,"
I said, the word coming out as a surprised exhale. My hands, which were still cupping the heavy weight of her breasts, began to explore. The skin was incredibly soft, almost like velvet, and surprisingly heavy. I ran my small hands over the fullness, my fingers finding the raised, sensitive nipples.
Mansi: "Do they feel good?"
Mansi asked, her voice a low purr. She leaned back against the wall slightly, allowing me better access.
Sunny: "They are soft,"
I observed, the simple, honest statement the only way I could process the overwhelming sensations.
Mansi: "They are more than soft, Sunny. They are full. They are full of what you like so much."
She looked at the small, glistening bead of liquid that had appeared on the tip of one of her dark nipples.
Mansi: "See? My body is responding to your touch, just like Jayashree's does. I am ready to feed you, little one."
She reached out and gently guided my head toward her chest. I opened my mouth, and the large, firm nipple was pressed against my lips. I latched on immediately, instinctively. The milk that rushed into my mouth was even warmer and richer than Jayashree Auntie's had been, with a deep, earthy sweetness. I closed my eyes, suckling deeply and greedily, the comforting, primal act of feeding instantly calming my racing mind.
As I nursed, Mansi gently lowered her body onto the floor, sitting cross-legged, holding me close to her chest. Her arm cradled my head, pressing me firmly against her breast. I could hear the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the milk as I drew it out.
Mansi: "Good boy. Drink as much as you like. You are a growing boy, and you need this."
While I was completely absorbed in drinking, she reached down and quickly pulled up the hem of my shorts. She unbuttoned them and slid them down, along with my underwear. My erection, which had been standing proud since I entered the room, was released.
She didn't touch it yet. Instead, she took her other hand and slowly began to stroke the top of my head, running her fingers through my clean, still slightly damp hair. The combination of the deep, satisfying suckling and the gentle head rub was deeply soothing and incredibly sensual.
After a few minutes, she gently shifted her position, making sure the door remained slightly ajar. She let me drink for a moment longer before slowly pulling the nipple from my mouth.
Mansi: "I have one more thing to show you, Sunny, while Jayashree is waiting."
She whispered, her eyes dark and serious. "The lesson needs to be complete."
She reached down, her warm, firm hand enclosing my penis. She began a slow, deliberate stroke, her rhythm perfectly matched to the contented breathing that followed the feeding. The pleasure, delayed by the milk, immediately slammed back, demanding attention.
I took a deep breath, the massive, bare breasts right in front of me filling my vision.
Sunny: "Yes,"
I said, the word coming out as a surprised exhale. My hands, which were still cupping the heavy weight of her breasts, began to explore. The skin was incredibly soft, almost like velvet, and surprisingly heavy. I ran my small hands over the fullness, my fingers finding the raised, sensitive nipples.
Mansi: "Do they feel good?"
Mansi asked, her voice a low purr. She leaned back against the wall slightly, allowing me better access.
Sunny: "They are soft,"
I observed, the simple, honest statement the only way I could process the overwhelming sensations.
Mansi: "They are more than soft, Sunny. They are full. They are full of what you like so much."
She looked at the small, glistening bead of liquid that had appeared on the tip of one of her dark nipples.
Mansi: "See? My body is responding to your touch, just like Jayashree's does. I am ready to feed you, little one."
She reached out and gently guided my head toward her chest. I opened my mouth, and the large, firm nipple was pressed against my lips. I latched on immediately, instinctively. The milk that rushed into my mouth was even warmer and richer than Jayashree Auntie's had been, with a deep, earthy sweetness. I closed my eyes, suckling deeply and greedily, the comforting, primal act of feeding instantly calming my racing mind.
As I nursed, Mansi gently lowered her body onto the floor, sitting cross-legged, holding me close to her chest. Her arm cradled my head, pressing me firmly against her breast. I could hear the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the milk as I drew it out.
Mansi: "Good boy. Drink as much as you like. You are a growing boy, and you need this."
While I was completely absorbed in drinking, she reached down and quickly pulled up the hem of my shorts. She unbuttoned them and slid them down, along with my underwear. My erection, which had been standing proud since I entered the room, was released.
She didn't touch it yet. Instead, she took her other hand and slowly began to stroke the top of my head, running her fingers through my clean, still slightly damp hair. The combination of the deep, satisfying suckling and the gentle head rub was deeply soothing and incredibly sensual.
After a few minutes, she gently shifted her position, making sure the door remained slightly ajar. She let me drink for a moment longer before slowly pulling the nipple from my mouth.
Mansi: "I have one more thing to show you, Sunny, while Jayashree is waiting."
She whispered, her eyes dark and serious. "The lesson needs to be complete."
She reached down, her warm, firm hand enclosing my penis. She began a slow, deliberate stroke, her rhythm perfectly matched to the contented breathing that followed the feeding. The pleasure, delayed by the milk, immediately slammed back, demanding attention.
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