Lustful Ladies, Volume 1 Read Free Page B

by jutting, shining nipples. I gulped and gripped the bedspread even tighter, suddenly struck with a strange hunger I’d never experienced before. It was all so weird, but warmly wonderful. It couldn’t be stopped, I had to do what mommy said. I had to obey Martha and my instincts. I swung my legs up and around and rolled back onto my hands and knees, scampered towards Martha and her bared breasts at the head of the bed.
    She took me into her arms and cradled me in her lap. “You must really be hungry after all your naughtiness,” she murmured, reading my mind and desires.  
    She brought my head up, my mouth to her breast. Her nipple was thickly engorged, sticking straight out. I opened my mouth, took it between my lips, and sucked on it.
    Martha moaned, her eyelids fluttering. She brushed some stray hair out of my face, beaming down at me. I stared up at her all gooey-eyed, earnestly suckling on her nipple, tugging with my lips, my reddened cheeks billowing. This wasn’t your mother’s breastfeeding, by any stretch. But it was so natural and sexually nurturing I wondered why I hadn’t done it before.
    I lifted my hand and grabbed onto Martha’s other boob, squeezed the hot, smooth, thick flesh. She moaned again, her lips parted and wet.  
    I sucked on Martha’s one breast, squeezing the other. I didn’t draw milk, just meaningful excitement out of both of us. I shivered with joy, tingling all over in Martha’s arms. She gently rocked me, tilting her head back and sighing. Feminine family fun had never been so wanton and wicked.
    Martha shifted me around in her lap so I could suck on her other breast. Her one nipple popped stiff and slithered out of my mouth, and I eagerly consumed her other flowered bud, swallowing up half her breast at the same time. She gazed down at me pulling on her boob with my mouth and gently stroked my face.
    I choked on her breast—spat up all but the succulent tip—as Martha’s fingers traced all around my boobs, circled my nipples, making them seize up and pulsate like hers. Then her soft, rounded fingertips brushed down my tummy and into my bush, over my swollen pussy lips. I sucked her nipple so hard I thought it would pop right off into my mouth, her fingers strumming my sensitive lips, stirring me up to new heights of girly delights. I clutched her other breast and tugged on that nipple with my fingers.
    “All done?” she asked, way before I was all done. She forced her nipple out of my frantically sucking mouth by lifting my head up. Then she kissed me, on the lips.
    Every part of me quivered. Martha’s lips were so soft and warm and silky wet, like plumped-up rose petals after a summer rain. She kissed me again. I grabbed onto her head and smooched her right back.
    “Does baby want to lie down again, while mommy plays with her?”
    I couldn’t argue, because I couldn’t speak. Martha set me down flat on my back on the bed again. Only this time, she lay on top of me. Her thick, wet nipples pressed against my throbbing buds, our shimmering boobs squishing hotly together, like the rest of our bodies. She kissed me, staring into my eyes. I impetuously darted my tongue in between her lips, into her mouth and up against her tongue. Our slippery lickers swirled together, speaking a lustful language that was anything but baby-talk.
    Martha arched her bum up and slid her shorts down and off. I gasped when her damp, ginger-furred pussy kissed down onto my sopping mound. Her mouth covered mine again, our boobs joined at the fired-up tips, arms wrapped around one another, pussies melding together. She pumped her hips and her cunt into mine, and I groaned with all of my heart into her mouth.
    Martha positioned her pussy just perfect for maximum wet-heated friction against my pussy, thrusting at just the right, sensuous, lip-rubbing and clit-tripping speed. She had so much to teach me, and I was so anxious to learn. I grabbed onto her tight, clenching butt cheeks and she ground her