Keep going; you are not tired
From Create Your Own Story
“Face me,” you tell her. She does.
You start to move your fingers to massage the underside of the teacher's breasts. Your thumbs occasionally pinch and roam around the circumference of her. You test the waters first and continue massaging her as is. Noticeably, she did not object. So you resume your work, playing with Ms. Myers’ swollen nipples. She closes her eyes and moans and you start pinching harder. Suddenly, something squirts out on your face. You lick some of it with your tongue. Milk.
This is not new to you, but isn’t that usual, either. The only milk you’ve actually had were either your mother’s, Sammy’s, or in rare occasions, yours. And now you’re seeing this. This wondrous white delight is releasing all from her breasts. Right now Ms. Myers is in her own world, awaiting the moment of orgasm. You twist around to look for your two friends, who apparently are already right beside you.
“She’s spilling all over,” you tell them, slightly in a panic. “What do I do?”
Karen taps you in the shoulder and takes one of Ms. Myers’ breasts from you. “Clearly there’s too much milk for just one of you.” And she starts to suck the teacher’s nipple. You follow suit and do the same to the other breast. The warmth of the milk flows down through your throat. No wonder babies love them.
You and Karen continue your teamwork together while Misha finds a hobby in rubbing your pussies with her fingers. “Lefty for you,” she tells Karen, and looks at you. “And my favorite hand for you, Naomi.”
This newfound system works until you, Karen, and Ms. Myers finish your release.
“No fair,” Misha says. “What about me?”
You give Misha’s nipple a squeeze. “Of course…
