It is approaching six in the evening when Emma and Donald awake from their nap.  Both rested now, Emma knows that they will stay up late tonight before giving in to sleep again.

She rouses Donald and tells him they should get some dinner.  They go to the kitchen and fix a couple of steaks in the broiler and a salad and hard rolls.  Donald, without being told, sets the table, including putting a plug on his seat.  Then he turns to Emma and asks, “Mistress, would you like to enjoy one while we eat also?”

Emma smiles at him and says, that might be a nice interlude for both of them.  Donald gets out another plug and puts it at her seat.  He then helps her serve the food, then pulls the lube jar towards them, he lubes Emma and her plug nicely, then before she sits, she reciprocates on him and helps him lower himself over his dinner peg.  She then slowly sits on hers too.

Together they wiggle enough to get the shafts fully and sweetly up in them.  Emma pulls Donald’s plate to her and cuts up all his meat into small bites, the same with his salad, and then butter’s his roll.  “There you go, pet,” she tells him, “Eat slowly now and chew all your food.”

Being directed like this, like a young boy who does not know his table manners, flusters Donald some.  Emma is pushing all of Donald’s buttons these last three days and allowing him to fully enjoy his new role as her pet and sub.  All he can do when she says this is to blush and nod his head obediently.  Meanwhile, electric shock waves are tremoring through his body.

While they eat, Emma regularly reaches under the table and pulls on his shaft or balls checking how hard he is getting.  She knows the pug is really helping his condition, and her attention just the cherry on the sundae.

“Donald, are you going to cum before we even get to dessert?” Emma asks him.

Donald is beet red now and stammers, “I am trying not to mistress, but it is very hard for me not to let go right now.”

“Yes,” Emma laughs, “it does seem awfully hard right now.”  That only makes Donald more embarrassed.  But Emma just squeezes and jerks him more.  “If you can hold yourself through dessert before you do, I will give you a nice surprise pet.”

Donald grins and is determined to keep a grip on himself for his last ten bites.  He knows he can not rush them, or he probably will be over Emma’s knee rather than getting his prize.  And he is barely able to contain himself.  As he thoroughly chews his last bite, precum begins to drip from him in a string.  More than he usually precums, but he is so ready right now.

Emma pushes her chair back from the table, goes to the refrigerator, and returns with a can of whip cream and sits again.  She tells Donald to stand in front of her.  The plug still firmly up in him.  Emma reminds him of this by twisting and turning it with one hand while her other sprays whip cream all over his shaft, glans, balls, and down to his taint.

The cool cream an inch thick all over him makes Donald begin to throb.  And when Emma lowers her head and begins to lick and suck the cream away, his stomach does flip flops as an orgasm begins forming deep within his bowels moving up through his body and cascading through his balls to his shaft.

“Please mistress,” Donald begs Emma.  She knows he will not last long, but takes long licks up and down his shaft, over his balls and licking the cream from his taint, pressing hard against it with her tongue as Donald cries out.

Another string of precum leaks out which Emma licks up with the whipped cream and purrs as she does.  She knows Donald is trying to hold back so hard for her but is soon going to tip.  She lifts her face away and looks up at him and says, “You may now, my pet.” Puts his glans in her mouth, lightly bites around the ridge under it for a firm hold, and sucks all the sperm squirting from him as it gushes over her tongue and down her throat.

Donald is shaking all over from this release, and when Emma turns the plug in his ass and pulls it in and out a few times, every drop which has filled his balls come cascading out of him until he is completely drained.

He needs to put his hands on Emma’s shoulders to steady himself as this full-body climax overcomes him.

Emma pulls him down on her lap, which he is in many ways too big to sit on, but he braces himself on the floor as her arms encircle him and hugs him tightly to her.  The kisses she bestows on his forehead are delicious to feel.

“Was that good for you, my pet?” Emma asks in a singsong voice.  All Donald can do is nod as he tries to catch his breath.  “Well, why don’t you get the dishes cleaned up, go wash yourself some and I will meet you in bed in a half hour so you can tell me about your next subject.  That should finish off today for us.

Donald scurries to load the dishwasher and put things away.  He leaves his plug in and sees that Emma has hers too.  Somewhere before they go to sleep, they will remove them, but for a while longer they are nice fillers.

Emma is waiting on the bed, on her stomach, when Donald is washed up and comes to the bed.  He understands what she wants.  He sits cross-legged beside her ass, his plug pushed up so deep in him, and as he begins his story of his next subject he gently twists and pulls on Emma’s plug for her enjoyment as he talks.

Subject H, which I researched and helped not long before I left Cincinnati, Ohio, might have been the most interesting of the subjects.  She was perhaps five years older than I was, in her late forties.  She had learned about the institute from a seminar she attended at the local university about our ongoing research.  She wrote us a lengthy letter outlining her desire, her kink she admitted, and it took my team almost two weeks to brainstorm how we could make this happen for her. 

An assistant had written her back right away, letting her know we would be further in contact with her once we could work out the logistics.  She replied back her thanks for even considering what she was requesting.

We were familiar with the idea, and knew it had been around since Roman times, but did gain some in popularity at the beginning of the twenty-first century.  With the internet, more individuals were exploring the potential and finding others who had the same interest.  So by the time Subject H approached us, we knew about it, just had never addressed it straight on.  It took a little searching to find the proper ‘how-to’ and where to look for interested parties.

Donald has Emma hooked.  What could be this kink he is referring to?  Oh, and his nice twisting and pulling are getting her dripping so.  She is glad she has laid a towel under herself.  She could begin to feel a climax beginning its slow accent for her.

Donald does not leave Emma long in suspense.

Subject H’s letter began talking about her past, some twenty-five years earlier. She had just had her second and last child, and the baby was reaching the age to wean from her.  But her breasts were still filling so full each day and night.  She did pump often, but it seemed like such a waste of good milk.  One night she woke moaning, her tits hurt so needing to release the buildup milk.

Her husband turned to her, and seeing her plight asked her if she would like him to suck them.  Subject H was surprised at his offer, but he replied that watching her breastfeed their children he had been, well not jealous, but very curious what it would be like. She told him if he really wanted to, it would help her so much.

She laid on her side, facing him, and he is facing her.  Both were naked, and as he moved close to take her first tit into his mouth their stomach touched, and his cock was rubbing against her slit.  He wasn’t really hard to start, but as they got going he did get harder and harder.  His shaft soon laid in her slit, his glans brushing her clit as he moved.

She held the back of his head to help him position himself properly to suck her.  She quietly instructed him as to how the baby does it, and how the nursing books explained what to expect.

She told him his tongue should press her breast up to the roof of the mouth, an inch or so below the nipple.  Contrary to popular belief, he should not suck on the nipple itself.  Rather use a somewhat twirling motion to entice the milk from her breast.  Not a lot of action is needed to express the milk as it was going to be ready to really flow.  He should try to get the nipple to the very back of his mouth and let the milk just stream out from the nipple.

After a couple of false starts, and him biting the nipple making Subject H squeal, her husband got the hang of it, and they spent the next hour in wonderful rapture as he sucked one, then the other tit as she dripped against his shaft sliding back and forth over her slit.  Never entering her that night, they both came magnificently from the experience.

They fell back to sleep her holding him closely in her arms.

The next morning her husband sheepishly asked if she needed to be emptied again.  Subject H was more than ready, and again they found this sexual arousal from him nursing.  By the evening when he returned home both were a bit embarrassed about what they had allowed happening.  In bed that night, after the kids were asleep, they talked about what had happened.

She admitted with both children she had a couple of times felt aroused from them nursing, but she had pushed those thoughts quickly away.  And now, when he had nursed she did allow those amazing rushes to flow through her body.  But was it wrong?  What if anyone found out?

Her husband tried to assure her and calm her that what they did was not wrong.  He got his laptop, and they spent the next couple of hours researching the concept.  Learning that it was referred to as Adult Nursing Relationships and that not that uncommon.  One study measured that one-third of husbands of nursing wives engaged in such practices.

They also learned that while the baby did not need the milk anymore, she could stay lactated as long as he regularly nursed, or she pumped.  They looked at each other grinning stupidly and together agreed that at least for now they did want this to continue regularly.

The next six months were the best between them.  Before getting up in the morning, he would nurse and empty her.  She began to even burp him some after each, so he did not get gas.  But what accompanied the session was the most amazing sex between them.  He did usually lay with his cock against her slit as he nursed, and when filled and she had patted his back well he would slide into her dripping and so ready pussy, and they would cum together as he filled her with his milky-ness.

This would happen early morning before the children woke.  Then in mid-morning, Subject H would pump.  Most days they would have a mid-day nursing session when he would hurry home for lunch, or she would get a sitter and go to his office.  Those times were so arousing.  In his office with the door locked, the blinds down, he would pull his pants and underwear down, she would straddle his hips, her panties off as he pressed his cock full up in her.  Then he would unbutton her blouse, and undo her nursing bra, he had come to love her in one and the idea it was offering him access to his treat.

He would pump up and down on her as he nursed for about fifteen minutes on each breast.  Then his cock still up in her deep, her clenching against him, she would throw a towel over her shoulder, he would lean forward, and she would burp him.  When he did, they often came at that moment.  And then his reward as she held him close and stroked and kissed his head.  This time was such a treasure for him, the feeling of care and nurturing that was offered for a few minutes.

She tried to have the children occupied when he got home from work so they could have a quick session as he changed clothes.  And then the wonderful last nursing of the day as they went to bed.  Their lives were changed completely.  Both were coming multiple times a day with this regiment.  The husband was not eating as much; usually only a light dinner as the milk filled all his nutritional needs.

As she was pumping her milk two or three times a day, he encouraged her to try some too to see what it was like.  And she did and realized she enjoyed it too, so the two of them did go on a more or less milk diet during this time.

But as with all good things, they have to end.  After about six months of this ecstasy the husband was sent out of town on business for almost a month.  While he was gone, at first Subject H did pump, but somehow her body just knew the difference and after two weeks began to dry up.  By the time he got back her body had adjusted to not producing milk anymore.

Neither said anything about it, except to express their disappointment that it had happened.  About ten years later, the husband has shown her some information about how to start lactating again, but their lives and that of their children did not really offer the time to commit to it.  They did talk of the time after the children were gone that perhaps then they would try again.

But now, when Subject H contacted us, though the children are now gone and out on their own, her dear husband had passed a couple years before, so they never got to fulfill their dream again.

Now, after grieving for him long enough and still young enough, she did want to become sexually active again.  But, she wanted so badly to have the adult nursing relationship be a full and central part of what she was looking for.

Her contacting us was to help her to begin to lactate again regularly, and to find someone, or ones, who would regularly want to experience this. Where we found ourselves in a quandary was how to go about getting her started again, and then, finding her a partner.

By this point in the tale, Emma is having a quandary of her own.  She has tears in her eyes from the sad ending of Subject H’s letter, to lose someone so dear to her before they could once again realize their dreams.  At the same time, Donald’s plug play has gotten her to such an aroused state she tells him to get behind her right now.

She lifts herself up on her spread knees, her ass in the air, and Donald knows what to do.  He thrusts his cock deep into her vag.  She feels the sides of his shaft pressing against the wall to her ass where the plug is laying, sends all sorts of sensations speeding through her body.  She clenches Donald’s shaft as her rectum does the same against the plug. YES!

Donald begins pumping her hard, taking her to the peak quickly as he knows when she is in this state she needs.  In minutes Emma’s back is arching, he feels her squeezing his cock like there is no tomorrow, as she cries out in a guttural moan as her whole body trembles from the climax crashing through her.

As she continues to grip his cock so hard, Donald feeling his plug pressing against the wall to his prostate cums too, surprisingly again with a large about of semen.  Emma feels it spurting up into her deeply, just adding to this wonderful interlude. 

She falls on the bed gasping, and Donald falls right beside her.  After they calm, Donald goes and gets some wet towels, and they carefully remove each other’s plugs and wash themselves.  Donald carries the plugs into the bathroom before coming back to remove the rather wet towel from under Emma and crawl in beside her.

In each other arms again, Emma tells him to continue with the story of Subject H as it is rather interesting.  Actually, Emma is wondering what it would be like to nurse Donald that way. But while a wonderful fantasy to consider, she does not think it is a place they would want to go to.  Such a lifestyle would demand so much time and attention to just that.  But hearing about it is so educational Emma realizes the things she has been learning about this last year.

Donald goes on:

As I said, we did a lot of searching and research for Subject H to get started.  The basics of prepping her to start could be accomplished. 

I should mention that all of the Institute’s staff around the country had completely basic testing and sex surveys as part of their hiring.  The data was also coded and added to our ever-growing database.  This information helped us identify colleagues who might be willing to help with this experiment while enjoying the opportunity.

We would later use the database to try to find possible ‘mates’ or ‘interested parties’ for Subject H, but that would come a bit later.

The team was created, and I, always interested in new things and experiences, was part of it, besides leading this research.  We had determined that Subject H would have to be on a tight schedule.  Nursing sessions lasting at least twenty minutes on each breast would have to be done every four hours.  That would be six times every twenty-four hours.  The team was made up of ten of us to cover each all the shifts.

Subject H did reveal that she was open to both men and women helping her get to lactate.  We realized she was a bit bi-curious and wanted to see how aroused she could get from such sessions. All of the team was willing to allow things to move to such areas than just helping her start her milk flowing.

Six am each day, two women tagged team to start things off.  One would arrive as Subject H was waking for the day – she had given us access to her house to allow this.  They would undress and climb into bed with her and start nursing her.  They would switch off every other morning for who was with her.  At ten am, Subject H would pump herself each day rather than having someone stimulate her. 

Two pm, she usually came to the Institute, and she and I would lie together in one of our special rooms as I sucked her tits as instructed to help them begin to fill.  Yes, my cock was in her wet slit which added to my enjoyment at this new adventure, and we would both sometimes climax without penetration as that was not part of her sessions yet.  On weekends I would go to her house where we would lay on her couch to complete the shift.

Six in the evening, a man and a woman, who actually were a couple would together join her, both spending a good half hour, they both sucking on her tits at the same time for four days of the week.  The other three days, another male member of the team took this shift.

Ten pm Subject H would pump herself again before going to bed. Then in the middle of the night, at two in the morning, two younger men of the team took turns sliding into her bed to spend almost an hour sucking on her as she sometimes would sleep this nice twilight sleep enjoying their attention.

To help things along, we had learned about some shots she could have to induce lactation.  Which she got every other day before she and I would have our session.

This helped speed the prep time a good bit.  She was beginning to drip milk by four weeks.  It took one more week to get her fully flowing.  And then we knew we needed to step up the search process.  Though all of us got to enjoy the results of our efforts. 

The milk was perfect for enjoying.  So nice and warm and sweet.  I never tasted anything like it before, and while I never would have thought it was something I would want to participate in, it was exhilarating.  And the throbbing we both felt as my cock laid in her slit, rubbing her clit as I nursed led to only one time me pressing my cock up into her and us copulating.  Which from the sensations we both were experiencing was mind-blowing.

As soon as the words escape Donald’s lips, he realizes how Emma might take what he confessed.  But she is just full of questions, so absorbed in this interesting story.  Yes, Donald’s reveal is a bit much, but it was years ago, and what he has had to go through to get to this point of them together.

Emma starts with her questions, “Did Subject H get satisfaction when lactating with the others on the team?  What happened with her and the women who fed, did they sexually interact?  Was she aroused by them? And the other men, did she have full sex with them too?  Did she ever reveal who best pleased her?”

Donald is amazed by how astute Emma’s questions are, and how much she grasps the full research project.  He tries to answer each as best he can. 

Yes, she did say she was aroused by interaction with the women, but not as fully as with the men.  All did add something to their time together and helped her open up to experiencing new people and not being shy.  She had only been with her husband as a lover before this whole thing started, it seemed. 

The younger men were nice, but the team members closer to her own age she enjoyed the most, as it was replicating what she had had with her husband.

And then, we had her in to discuss and review possible candidates for a long-term partner.  We did suggest that at first, as she got back into this lifestyle perhaps she tried being with different people, both men and women to try to find someone who really clicked.

Meanwhile, as I mentioned, our national database had so expanded classifying individuals' likes, desires, kinks, and fetishes so we could try to cross-link potential ‘mates’ geographically. 

As we did, we did discuss with Subject H those who could be interested in such an Adult Nursing Relationship.  How some want the Adult Baby/Diaper Lover aspect of things.  A mommy figure which would do so much more than just nurse them.

Subject H had no interest in that, which we expected.  Then it was mentioned that in that scenario, she could serve as a now and then wet-nurse for an all-ready established couple in such a relationship.  That was not what she needed, either.

So we focused on men who, as an adult situation, wanted the breastfeeding as part of an erotic interchange.  And we did find one who fit geographically and had such desires.

We showed each of them the other’s profile, to the man we explained how often he would have to accommodate Subject H to keeps things flowing.  A recently retired man, only a few years older than Subject H and so lusting to experience this type of relationship he had only fantasized about, was very willing.

A dinner meeting was arranged for an early Friday dinner between them.  They hit it off from the start as they did have so much, outside their little secret fetish, in common.  But, halfway through their early dinner, six pm approached, and while in the middle of an interesting conversation, Subject H began to leak.  She was so embarrassed to have this happen out in public.  But the gentleman was so kind.  He handed her his jacket for her to cover herself, quickly paid the bill, and led her to her car. 

By then, he could see that she was getting distressed by needing to fully release, so he helped her in the back seat of her car and climbed in with her.  Looking her deep in her eyes, he told her not to be stressed, and as he massaged her full breasts he unbuttoned her blouse, sighed heavily, seeing her nursing bra as he unclipped and lower it.

And then, looking at her once more for permission, lowered his head and took her tit in his mouth to begin to suckle. Subject H went wild at his skill.  He knew how to nurse properly.  She never did find out, as she never asked how he had perfected his technique.

But, that night in the backseat of her car, she found a new perfect mate.  It was not really sexual that first time, no lying naked against each other, but his firm lips and tongue sucking all the milk build up in her out was so rewarding.

We wondered and wondered over the weekend and the beginning of the next week as all we got were messages from her that she did not need us to come for regular sessions. 

It was only the next Wednesday when the two of them surfaced and informed us. Everything was perfect between them.  The man was able to, and so wanted to, nurse her at every feeding time, no one else was needed. 

Subject H, about four months later, still in rapture of this new relationship, did tell us that she pumped a couple of times a day.  She enjoyed the milk diet too, as did her new mate.  They worked out everything.  Regular intervals of breastfeeding, most times leading to wonderful sexual encounters to satisfy that side of the lust which has built up.

The rest of the time, enjoying each other’s company and learning their mutual interests.

All in all, when we closed out this research, while members of the team who were there from the start and experienced this heady fetish with Subject H were a bit disappointed it was over, we soon found new cases for them to participate in to take their minds off of this so different interaction they had become part of.

Hearing the climax of this so amazing story, Emma realizes that she is dripping so extremely now from the images of so much of the tale.  She needs to be satisfied quickly, and she knows her pet, her Donald is feeling embarrassed at disclosing how much he felt and enjoyed this case he had been part of.

Emma pulls Donald on top of her, jerks his penis, which is starting to harden to firmness and directs it up in her.  Emma’s speed at making this happen astonishes Donald as he becomes so firm for his mistress.   When she helps him to enter her he wants nothing else.

As he begins to pump her, he lowers his lips and begins to suck on one tit as he had with Subject H to help her begin again.  Feeling this such different way of being sucked, realizing what Donald is doing for her, sends Emma into a frenzy.

Quickly they are in harmony trusting and throbbing against each other.  Emma’s arms are around Donald’s stomach, holding him close to her breasts while working her hands to his ass and hole.  How much he needs to satisfy his mistress, perhaps he will cum for her before her fingers even reach that spot.

As Emma, with her legs up around Donald’s waist now, feeling him deep in her as she moans and moans, begins to throb so hard Donald almost passes out from the attention to his prick.

‘Oh, the feeling’ they both are experiencing.  So intense, so personal, so taking them both to the brink to cumming.  And together they do.  After they mutually come down from their highs, Donald moves his lips from Emma’s tits and kisses her deeply.  He crawls to the bottom of the bed to again be her pet and sleep at her feet.

Why he feels the need to do this, neither really comprehend until much later.  His reveal about his feelings about the case of Subject H worried him that he somehow might have offended his mistress and now feels unworthy of her.

Emma, in time, also realizes his concern, and it endears him even more to her.