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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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...