Lactation Encounter with Four Big Breast Japanese Nursing Mother. He had only ever heard stories, whispers among his friends about the legendary softness and generosity of post-partum bodies, especially those blessed with abundance and the gift of lactation. But seeing Sakura Mahiru and Katou Hino side-by-side, the reality far exceeded the fantasy. They sat on the plush sofa, adjusting their blouses, the sheer weight of their breasts a silent, powerful presence in the room. Both were radiant, their skin glowing, but it was the sight of their already milk-swollen curves that made his breath catch.
Sakura Mahiru smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes as she unbuttoned her top completely, revealing a breast so full it seemed ready to burst. A single drop of milky white liquid beaded on the tip of her nipple, a tiny, perfect pearl. Beside her, Katou Hino mirrored the action, her own generous mound spilling free, the veins tracing delicate blue lines across the pale skin, a testament to the powerful lactation within.
“Ready for your lesson?” Katou Hino purred, her voice low and inviting. Her breast was practically overflowing, a rich, creamy white just beneath the surface.
He nodded, unable to speak, his eyes fixed on the twin spectacles of ripe, heavy flesh. Sakura Mahiru reached out, gently guiding his hand. Her breast felt incredibly dense, warm and firm beneath his touch. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she brought the dark, engorged nipple to his lips. The first touch was soft, tentative, but she urged him closer. “Don’t be shy. Suck like you mean it.”
He obeyed, wrapping his mouth around the tip, and a wave of warmth flooded him as the rich, warm milk surged. It wasn’t just milk; it was thick, sweet nectar, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. He suckled harder, drawn into the primal rhythm, the sound of his mouth on her skin loud in the quiet room. Sakura Mahiru’s breast grew softer with each pull, yet the flow seemed endless.
“My turn,” Katou Hino whispered, shifting closer. As she spoke, another bead of milk escaped her nipple, running in a thin stream towards her areola. She gently guided his head towards her, offering her own breast. Her lactation was slightly different – perhaps sweeter, perhaps just the sheer novelty of it sent a fresh jolt through him. He latched on eagerly, breastfeeding from Katou Hino with the same desperate hunger. The sheer volume was staggering; his mouth was full, the milk spilling down his chin onto the front of his shirt.
Between suckling from one and then the other, his body was becoming increasingly agitated. The milk was doing more than just nourishing him; it was igniting something deep within. Sakura Mahiru noticed his rising excitement, a smirk playing on her lips as he continued to nurse from her. Her free hand drifted down, unzipping his pants without breaking eye contact. She found him hard and throbbing, already damp with anticipation.
While he was still suckling at Sakura Mahiru’s breast, she took him in her hand, fingers wrapping around him. The contrast was mind-blowing – the sweet, creamy taste of milk on his tongue while her practiced hand stroked him, firm and knowing. He gasped into her breast, the sensation overwhelming. Katou Hino leaned in, her large breast pressing against his cheek as she watched, a look of intense pleasure on her face. She reached out, her fingertips tracing the line of his ribs, then lower, brushing against the growing tightness in his groin.
Sakura Mahiru’s hand started moving faster, a slick, expert rhythm. He could feel the pressure building, the exquisite tension coiling tighter and tighter, all while still attached to her nipple, still tasting her lactation. His hips began to buck instinctively, a desperate urge to release building to an unbearable peak.
“Not yet,” Sakura Mahiru murmured, her hand slowing just enough to draw out the agony and the ecstasy. Katou Hino leaned forward, her other breast now dangling tantalizingly close to his face. He tore his mouth away from Sakura Mahiru’s swollen tip, gasping, looking from one incredible breast to the other.
“You’re getting messy,” Katou Hino said softly, but her eyes were alight with desire. She moved onto the sofa beside him, lifting her leg to straddle his lap. Her warm, wet core pressed against him, sending a jolt through his entire body. Sakura Mahiru shifted too, positioning herself on his other side.
The air was thick with the scent of milk and arousal. Sakura Mahiru’s hand was gone, but the feeling lingered, replaced by the heat of Katou Hino against him. She guided him, thick and ready, to her entrance. With a deep breath, she slid down onto him, burying him deep inside her wet, tight heat. He groaned as he felt the incredible fullness, the walls gripping him tightly.
Sakura Mahiru leaned over, her giant breast swinging heavy as she lowered it towards his face again. He automatically opened his mouth, latching back on as Katou Hino began to move on him, a slow, grinding rhythm. He was being milked from above and penetrated from below, caught between two worlds of intense, overwhelming pleasure.
Katou Hino began to pick up the pace, her body rising and falling, her large breasts bouncing and swaying with each thrust. Sakura Mahiru rejoined the fray from above, offering her breast for suckling, her free hand moving lower once more, stroking him where he was joined with Katou Hino. He was surrounded, trapped in the most incredible, lactating, sexual embrace.
The sensation of being filled by Katou Hino while simultaneously drawing sustenance from Sakura Mahiru was too much. His vision blurred, the world narrowing to the incredible feel of wet heat and warm milk. He thrust up into Katou Hino, groaning, pushing deeper and deeper.
“Let it go,” Katou Hino moaned, her voice tight with pleasure. “Give it all to me!”
With a violent shudder, he exploded inside her, a massive rush of hot cum filling her to the brim. His body convulsed, his face still pressed against Sakura Mahiru’s breast, milk still flowing into his mouth even as the last drops of his own release pulsed within Katou Hino. He collapsed back onto the sofa, exhausted, his tongue heavy with the taste of milk and his body aching from the intensity, lying between the two radiating sources of lactation, Sakura Mahiru and Katou Hino. The world had never felt so full, so wet, or so incredibly satisfied.
