Jennifer’s Fountains: An Erotic Lactation Novel
Jennifer’s Fountains
An Erotic Lactation Novel
Elliot Silvestri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Jennifer’s Fountains
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter 1
“Mother’s milk,” Anthony sighed as Jennifer took off her top.
She gave him a grin and a shake of the head. “I still have my bra on,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, but I know what’s underneath.”
“Truly, you have wisdom for the ages.”
“Are we going to do this or not?” he asked, literally licking his lips and looking at the huge amount of cleavage her industrial-strength bra was producing. No one would ever accuse Jennifer of having small tits. She had had huge ones since high school. Age and pregnancy had only made them bigger.
“You really know how to romance a girl,” she said, frowning at him and pausing as she reached up to push down the bra’s shoulder straps.
“Sorry, sorry. I get too eager,” he said quickly as he moved back on the bed. For a single man in his forties, Anthony kept a very neat and tidy home. Jennifer was certain that he had a maid come in at least weekly, if not more often, but she wasn’t complaining. Every time she came over to his place, it was spotless. The sheets were fresh.
And he was an excellent lover with a big dick.
Not huge, just big. Big enough to satisfy her.
“Hmm,” she said, still not moving.
“You are the most beautiful woman I know. I can’t believe that you would lower yourself to talk to me, let alone get in bed with me. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am.”
“Silver-tongued devil,” she accused him.
“You like my silver tongue.”
“That’s…mostly true.”
Anthony smiled and leaned back against the pillows piled high at the head of the bed. He was casually dressed in jeans and t-shirt. She knew he worked from home most of the time, some sort of consultant gig, but she didn’t know what he really did for a living, not that it mattered.
And here she was a hard-working woman just trying to make her way in the world, wasting precious PTO time from her job to take the afternoon off so she could have sex.
The type of kinky sex she liked.
Anthony knew she was going to take off her bra and he was going to suck her tits and that was enough to make her panties wet. She hated and loved that about herself. Just the anticipation of his lips and tongue on her nipples caused that reaction in her body. If she didn’t take off her bra soon, her milk was going to let down and she’d wind up with a soaked bra.
It didn’t take much.
She glanced at his crotch. She could see the hard outline of his cock underneath his pants.
“You know, a true gentleman would help me undress.”
“Would it be terrible to say I like the show you put on?I can’t go to strip clubs because all the dancers rub up against me and feel my huge cock and that just leads to problems.” He grinned with overconfidence.
This was part of their dance, part of the game.
Jennifer sighed and rolled her eyes. Even so, she pulled the straps down and bared her tits.
Anthony’s face brightened into a wide grin.
She clucked her tongue. “Such a little boy to be delighted by breasts.”
“The world’s most beautiful breasts,” he corrected her. “Full of milk.”
Hefting up her heavy breasts, she had to agree with him. Jennifer needed to be nursed or pumped daily or her tits started to hurt. It was a painful ache. She had tried to stifle her milk production for twenty years but couldn’t do it.
Smiling at him, she squeezed her breasts causing several streams of milk to jet out. The liquid landed on the bedspread and Anthony’s jeans. He wasn’t upset. This was just an expected part of their ritual. Jennifer kept squeezing. The milk kept spraying. It was an impressive display, a display she had put on before for him. Anthony never got tired of watching it.
There was only one thing he loved more than watching her spray her milk was sucking on her tits.
Unable to help himself, Anthony moved from the head of the bed and toward the streams of milk, opening his mouth, trying to catch some of the precious liquid on his tongue, getting plenty on his face in the process.
“Is this what you really want?” she asked him, letting go of her breasts. It felt good to relieve herself like that, but nursing felt even better.
“No. I want it directly from the source. I’m thirsty.”
Anthony continued to move across the bed until he was on his knees directly in front of her. She stood there at the foot of the bed, unconcerned, gently holding her tits, not covering the nipples, but not offering them up either.
“Have you earned my milk?” she asked him haughtily.
“I don’t care if I have or not.” He circled his arms around her surprisingly trim waist and pulled her tightly to him, smothering his face in one of her breasts. His mouth automatically found her nipple and he started to suckle. That caused a shiver to run down her spine.
Her milk was already flowing. Her left nipple dripped slowly while he drew out the milk from her right. Her panties were truly wet now, not just damp. She was glad she was wearing a skirt, it was easier to take off than pants and made hiding any wet spots easier as well.
Jennifer didn’t like standing up while being nursed but for Anthony she was willing to endure it for a bit. Even so, after a minute her knees were getting weak and her lust was rising.
She pushed him back from her breast. He clung to her nipple as long as possible, stretching it out as his mouth sucked desperately for the milk.
“I don’t know why I let you do this with me,” she said, shaking her head in annoyance while lowering the zipper on the side of her skirt.
“Because you like it as much as I do.” Anthony moved back and reclined on the bed, Hands once more behind his head, an arrogant smirk on his face.
“Take off your pants…and everything else,” she told him.
Anthony didn’t need to be told twice. A few seconds later he was naked, his clothes tossed casually to the side. His cock wasn’t fully erect, not yet, but it was swollen, showing off his size.
Jennifer restrained herself from licking her lips. She had been through this many times before. Dropping her skirt to the floor, she was left in just her panties. Crawling onto the bed, she moved up next to Anthony. They kissed, but that was just a momentary distraction. Kissing was all well and good, but not what they were looking for.
“I want to sit up for this,” she said.
They switched to familiar positions. Jennifer was sitting up, supported by the headboard and the pile of pillows. Anthony’s body was at a right angle to hers, a pillow on her lap where he rested his head, before snuggling forward, his mouth seeking out a nipple.
Once he latched on, they both relaxed. Her milk flowed and filled his mouth. She lightly pinched her free nipple, preventing it from dripping and wasting milk, getting a little thrill from the mild pressure.
Anthony’s cock continued to rise, getting harder. Jennifer watched it as he nursed from her. She didn’t touch him nor did he touch himself. He was getting hard merely from sucking on her tits.
Unable to resist, Jennifer reached out and caressed his body. First his arms and shoulders, then down his side to his hip, before eventually taking his cock in her hand.
His eyes were shut as he focused on suckling, when her hand fondled him. He shuddered just a tiny bit, but then settled down. She liked the feel of his velvety smooth balls. He shaved them, not for her, but for himself. At least that’s what he told her. The hair around the base of his cock was trimmed short and shaved back as well, not removed entirely, but carefully shaped to let Jennifer—and perhaps other women—know he cared about his appearance below the belt.
She gave him a little squeeze. He gasped and let her breast slip from his mouth. “Careful!”
“You like it,” she told him and slowly, carefully started to move her hand up and down his shaft. It filled her hand perfectly. She liked the feel of his cock: hot, firm but pliable, pulsing with blood and lust, twitching just enough to let her know he was interested in more than just nursing from her.
But it was the most important part of their foreplay. He nuzzled over to her left breast and nursed from that one, drinking greedily at the rich liquid. Jennifer had to adjust her grip on his cock but she kept going.
It was a game, keeping him hard, keeping him on edge, keeping him interested (which wasn’t difficult) as he nursed from her. They both loved this. She loved being nursed. He loved nursing. Jennifer knew it was a minor miracle she had been able to produce milk for this long—she wasn’t a young woman—but she wasn’t complaining. Making milk meant her body needed more calories all the time. She could eat almost anything she wanted and still kept her figure. Sure, her tits and ass were bigger than most other women, maybe bigger than was considered attractive for her frame, but the trade off was more than worth it.
Plus the pleasure, just the pure pleasure, was more than worth it. While Jennifer liked sex—loved it, even—for her nothing was more exciting, more exotic, more kinky than getting her tits sucked. Getting the milk out. Feeding a man desperate to taste what she made. It was messed up and confusing and she didn’t like to think about it for too long.
Her hand pumped faster on Anthony’s cock. She liked to see men shoot their loads. She liked that almost as much as she liked to feel them cum inside her.
“No,” Anthony protested, pushing her hand away from his cock, pulling off her nipple.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“You were going to make me cum.”
“Isn’t that the whole idea?”
“Don’t you want me to drink all your milk?” Anthony asked.
“Yes,” she purred. “Always. But you can cum and keep sucking.”
He bent his knee, protectively covering his cock with his leg and hand. “Let me finish nursing you.”
Jennifer snaked a hand around his thigh, caressing his sack and taint. “Okay. Finish up. Drink up. Make me cum that way and maybe—maybe!—I’ll fuck you.”
He allowed her to touch him that way. He got nervous when her fingers strayed toward his asshole, but she mostly focused on holding and caressing his balls.
For his part, Anthony focused on nursing. He loved the taste of her milk. He loved the little moans she made when he sucked on her tits. He loved how wet her pussy got when he nursed her. He loved fucking her while sucking on her big tits.
“Stop that,” she told him.
“What?” he spluttered, expelling her nipple from his mouth. He swallowed the milk in his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
“You were jerking off.” Milk continued to dribble down her breast. It was beautiful.
He realized where his hand had been.
“Sorry. Got a little too worked up.”
“I think I’m close to empty anyway. Want to fuck?”
Jennifer shifted her weight to her hip, pulled down her panties, twirled them once on her index finger, and let them sail across the room. Only then did they change positions. Anthony lay on his back and she straddled his hips, getting ready to ride him cowgirl style.
“Ready for my fat ass?” she asked him, holding his cock, shifting her hips back and forth, getting his cock head slick with her amrita, waiting for the right moment to slide down his pole.
“I’m ready for those big tits,” he answered, reaching up and squeezing them together, forcing out just a few droplets of milk. “I don’t think they’re empty yet.”
As much as she liked supplying milk to her lover, she needed cock in her pussy.
They both moaned as she sat down on him, taking his fat length into her body in one smooth movement.
“Fuck yes,” she breathed, leaning forward, offering her breasts to his mouth. “Fill me up. Suck my tits. Fuck me. Fill my pussy.”
She wanted him not just to fill her pussy with cock, but cum as well.
Anthony was happy to oblige. They moved together. They had been lovers for twenty years. They knew each other. They knew what the other wanted during sex. They were friends and lovers. The one thing they knew they could never be was married.
Neither was husband or wife material, with each other or anyone else on Earth.
Her tits were big enough that Jennifer could almost sit up while fucking him and still allow Anthony to keep sucking. It was like there was a direct connection from her tits to her clit to her brain. When they got going like this, neither would last long.
They fucked for two minutes before Anthony was at the end of his rope.
“I can’t…I’m gonna…”
“Cum in me!” she demanded. She was right on the edge as well.
He came. His hot cum coated her insides. She trembled with delight, her pussy quavering on his cock. Jennifer leaned back, pulling her nipple from his mouth as he desperately sought to hold on. She came right after him, her orgasm giving impetus to her tits to release the last of her milk. It didn’t spray like a fire hose, but the milk was all but pumped from her breasts, sliding down her skin, dripping everywhere, coating both of them as she collapsed forward onto him.
“I don’t think I could ever give up sex with you,” she told him when her limbs stopped trembling.
“I’m going to write that down,” he informed her.
“Good. I don’t want you to forget it.” She paused, picked up her head to look at him, and asked, “Did you think ahead and put a towel next to the bed?”
He groaned. “Fuck. No.”
She hadn’t paused before they started either, but it was more fun to blame him.
“Don’t be upset if I drip cum and milk all over your floor.” Jennifer rolled off him and the bed and headed to the bathroom.
After a quick shower Jennifer reemerged with just a towel wrapped around her body.
“I don’t appreciate you enough,” Anthony told her.
“Damn straight,” she said and dropped her towel as she looked around the room to gather her clothes. When she bent over to pick up her bra, Anthony grinned at her ample ass.
“Why don’t you spend the night and I’ll fuck that lovely ass and nurse you in the morning.”
She stood up and frowned at him. “You know I never spend the night.”
“Make an exception. I can’t live without you.” The way he said it, Jennifer wasn’t certain if he was serious or not.
“You know I can’t limit myself to just one man,” she told him. “Where are my panties?”
“You flung them away,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not spending the night.” She put on her bra and started dressing, still hunting around for her underwear.
“You know, we’ve been doing this for how long? Close to twenty years, on and off?”
“Something like that.” Jennifer was down on her hands and knees, crawling around, looking for one of her shoes, and maybe her panties.
“You want to make it something more…permanent?”
Jennifer popped her head up over the edge of the bed. “Anthony Carmucci! I’m shocked at you. Do you want to make me an honest woman?”
“I just want you here all the time with me,” he hedged.
“For sex? For my tits and milk?” She jiggled her breasts to make her point.
“That too.”
Jennifer shook her head. “Nope. Not a chance. Tried that once with a man and it didn’t work out. I’m not doing it again.”
Standing up, she finished dressing, pulling her skirt down over her ass.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” Anthony pointed out.
“I know.”
He pointed across the room at a dresser drawer. “You’ve got clothes in there. I know you have underwear stored there. Put on a pair.”
Jennifer shook her head. “Nope. I’m going sans culottes.”
“Like a slut?”
She gave him a wink, bent over and kissed him on the forehead, and said, “Like the slut I am.”
Chapter 2
Halfway through the day, Jennifer checked her schedule on her phone. Ethan was on her schedule for the night. It was a good thing too. Her tits were starting to ache. She had fucked and nursed Anthony yesterday afternoon. It was going to be over twenty-four hours since her last bit of relief; she hadn’t bothered to use her breast pump this morning.
She sent a text to Ethan.
Jennifer: Ready for a liquid feast tonight?
Ethan was much younger than her. Almost scandalously younger. But he was an adult, that’s what Jennifer kept telling herself. The relationship would burn itself out quickly enough, but for the time it was deliciously fun to have a young lover.
She ignored the thoughts in the back of her mind, reminding her of the nasty things he called her in bed.
It would have been better if he just called her a slut. She was fine with that.
Ethan: I cant wait
She rolled her eyes at his lack of punctuation. Still, he was cute and good in bed, so she would keep her thoughts to herself.
Jennifer: I’m going to be there PROMPTLY at six. You’d better be thirsty. My tits are so full…
She hated that it was impossible to italicize in texts, but she could make it work.
Ethan: Ill be waiting
Ethan’s apartment was a contrast to Anthony’s comfortable house. It reminded her of the place she had out of college. It was a dump. Ethan did his best to make it nice, but he had no money for decorations, let alone a weekly maid. Jennifer appreciated the effort, however slight, that he made to clean up before she came over.
When he yanked open the door, Jennifer couldn’t help but glance down at Ethan’s crotch. He was wearing loose fitting pants which made it almost impossible to tell if he was already hard.
In her experience, Ethan was almost always hard. That was part of his charm.
“Did you order a milk delivery?” she asked him, stepping forward into his arms. She gave him a kiss right there in the building's hallway, not caring if anyone else saw.
Hell, she would be happy if someone else saw. Ethan had a thing for older women and she had a thing for…men.
Her tits mashed up against his chest and they moved into the apartment’s tiny living room. He awkwardly kicked the door shut as they kissed and groped at each other. She liked the way he grabbed her ass. She was positive that he liked the way she cupped his cock through his pants.
“Bedroom,” he mumbled through the kisses.
“No time. Here. On the couch.” She was already unbuttoning her blouse. By the time Jennifer arrived at the couch, she had shed the blouse and her bra. Sitting down, she smiled at him. Ethan had made the effort to put down a clean quilt on the dilapidated couch. It felt like the student slums of college. That reminded Jennifer of what a slut she had been in college.
Good times.
Ethan paused and shook his head at her as she carefully arranged herself on the couch.
“What?” she asked innocently, as innocently as a topless woman in a single man’s apartment could ask.
“I can’t believe I get to do this with you,” he said as he walked around the scarred coffee table that had seen one too many parties.
“Same. But my tits are aching. You need to get nursing right now.” She gestured for him to join her. Since she was on the end of the couch, he lay down on the length of it, placing his head in her lap, turning his face into her breast, letting his mouth naturally seek and find her nipple. He latched on right away and started nursing.
There wasn’t any real foreplay for nursing Ethan. He liked getting right to business. That was fine with Jennifer. Nursing was their foreplay.
But he was still a man—more a boy, really, but she was okay with that—so when she rubbed his crotch, she found he was incredibly hard.
“We can’t let that go to waste, can we?” she asked him.
She wasn’t expecting an answer; his mouth was full. He continued to nurse. Her milk had let down and she could feel it flowing into his mouth. Her free breast started to drip, but she did nothing about that, just let it drip on her lap. That was the nice thing about Ethan’s; she could be extra dirty.
It took no effort at all to open up his pants and get his cock out. He wasn’t as big as Anthony, but his cock had a lovely curve to it that fit her perfectly when they fucked doggy, which wasn’t often enough.
As Ethan nursed, she gently masturbated him. He didn’t groom his body hair like Anthony. She needed to speak with him about that. But he wasn’t nearly as hairy as super-Italian Anthony. His cock stood out from a little nest of curly light brown hair. She wanted him to shave his balls; she liked sucking on men’s smooth, velvety balls.
He moaned as she worked his cock. A bit of precum dribbled out of his meatus. It was getting harder for her to concentrate. He sucked and swallowed her milk, teased her nipple with his tongue, switched to the other breast and let the one that was already flowing drip onto him, wetting his skin and shirt.
It was all very filthy what they did. That’s why Jennifer liked fucking and sucking with Ethan.
That and his pretty face and young body and lovely cock.
She wanted to jerk him off and make him cum in her hand, but it became difficult to concentrate on that. It took her a moment to realize she was close to orgasm. How did that happen? Her panties were wet with her amrita. Her mouth was dry. Shivers ran down her spine, the connection between her nipples and clit was as strong as ever.
A few seconds before it happened, Jennifer stopped working his cock and just gripped it as the orgasm washed over her. She moaned loudly and arched her back, dislodging Ethan from her nipple.
He grinned up at her. Both her breasts were releasing milk now, the streams from both were steady—an effect of the orgasm—soaking Ethan’s face, hair, shirt, and couch.
Jennifer didn’t care. It was fun to be dirty with Ethan.
“Did I just make you cum?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.
“Yes. A little.”
He nuzzled her breast, licking some of the stray droplets of milk. “Want me to make you cum again?”
“Yes, but I want to fuck you as well. Is your bed clean?”
“I changed the sheets this morning!”
“Hmm.” Jennifer stood up and looked across the room to the bedroom door. “Let’s do it.”
“I want you to ride my cock and shoot your milk all over me,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. Sometimes it was annoying being the mature adult in the relationship. Not that Ethan wasn’t an adult. He was twenty five, more than old enough. He was just…immature and had watched too much porn in his life.
“Sure we can do that. But don’t you like doggy?” she asked him as she sauntered across the tiny apartment, swaying her hips. She had no idea if Ethan was an ass man. He was definitely a breast man.
“I like the girl on top,” he said, following her, trying to keep his pants up so he wouldn’t trip over them.
It gave her a little thrill to be called a girl. She was a woman, no doubt about that, but it made her feel younger.
“Sure, I can make a little boy’s dream come true,” she said inside his bedroom. There was barely enough room for the twin bed. The sheets seemed clean.
Kicking off her shoes, she wiggled out of her skirt and pulled down her panties, giving Ethan a full view of her ass and who knew what else from his vantage point.
He stripped as quickly as her. When he lay down on the bed his cock stayed hard and pointed to the wall above his head, not the ceiling.
“I should sit on your face, you need to get me wet,” she said, positioning herself above him. Before he could object her pussy was making contact with his face.
It wasn’t as if Ethan had an objection to eating pussy. If anything, he enjoyed it in the extreme. When he started to lick the butterfly-like lips of Jennifer’s pussy, he quickly discovered that she was already wet. There was no need for him to eat her pussy, other than her pleasure.
That was good enough for Ethan. Jennifer sat on his face and he happily licked and sucked her.
When Jennifer lifted herself off his face, she looked down at him. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to fuck me instead?”
“I’d rather fuck you while sucking your tits.”
She sat back down on his face.
As punishments went, it wasn’t much of a punishment at all.
“Make me cum and maybe I’ll let you fuck me,” she told him while smothering the young man. She sat down with all her weight, hoping she didn’t crush him or completely asphyxiate him. Explaining that to the cops would be…difficult.
Jennifer braced herself against the wall—Ethan couldn’t afford a headboard—and let Ethan work his magic on her pussy.
Ethan was a very talented man. It only took him a few minutes to get her to peak. The orgasm was enough to get Jennifer’s milk flowing. When she pushed back against the wall she noted two circular stains on the paint with lines starting to dribble down. It wasn’t a problem for her, but Ethan might have a bit of explaining to do to get back his full security deposit.
“I could sit on your face all day if not for my tits begging to be sucked,” she told him as she rested her weight on his chest.
Ethan was a strong man, he could take it. Having Jennifer sit on his chest was easier than having her sit on his face and smother him. It would be a terrible way to go…but a hell of a way to go.
“I love sucking your tits.”
“I know.” She wiggled down along his body, not exactly leaving a trail of saliva and amrita on Ethan’s chest, but certainly marking him. When she was low enough, she took his cock in hand and slid it back and forth between her pussy lips. “Ready to fuck me?”
“I love watching you ride my cock.” Ethan’s eyes were wide with anticipation. He wasn’t that worried about sex with Jennifer. He was more concerned with her tits. And her milk. “I love sucking your tits.”
“Mmm,” Jennifer moaned as she sat down on him, letting his cock fill her up. “If you don’t start sucking, you’re never fucking me again.” She leaned forward and offered her tits to his face.
He latched on immediately and started sucking. Instantly her milk started flowing. He drank. She lactated for him. She forced him to change sides after just a few seconds. Ethan didn’t object. She was so turned on now that her milk was steadily dripping.
Experimentally, she pressed on one breast and the milk sprayed out in multiple streams.
“Fuck yes!” Ethan exclaimed. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, trying to catch the precious liquid. Most of it just landed on his face and pillow. He didn’t care. This was what he loved.
She allowed him to nurse from one breast while pressing on the other, spraying his body. Then she switched sides and did the same with her other breast. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but she loved the thrill it gave her. It was wrong and kinky and made the sex better.
While she was hosing down his body with her milk, he was steadily thrusting his cock up into her pussy. It was a strange set of erotic urges that compelled the two of them, but it worked well.
“Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!” Jennifer exclaimed as she came for a third time. Her pussy clamped down on Ethan’s cock. Her tits now started auto-lactating, spraying milk without being touched or sucked. His bed was becoming a mess. The milk was going everywhere.
Ethan came in her pussy. If he hadn’t been fucking her, he still would have cum because his need to drink her milk was so strong that it overwhelmed him.
Jennifer collapsed forward, tits ...