"Wow, you guys were thirsty, huh?" Anna chuckled humorously as her sister, Elsa, and her husband, Kristoff, each took one of her breasts into their hands. Drool dripped from both of their mouths and they gently squeezed the boob they were holding, watching a trinkle of milk dribble from her teats.
Throughout her pregnancy and after giving birth to her first child, Anna's formerly perky, yet somewhat small, breasts had grown big and fat with milk. They sloped down her chest, heavy with the sweet liquid inside. They were warm and soft to the touch. She located a lot since her baby was nearly always hungry. All of this mesmerized Elsa and Kristoff, who would stare longingly as Anna frequently breast fed her baby.
Tonight, the two of them approached her and shyly asked if, perhaps, they could have a taste of her milk as well. Anna was surprised, but not put off by their request. In fact, she was intrigued. Whenever she fed her baby it was purely motherly love and instinct to care for her young, nothing remotely sexual about it. But, she wondered what it would feel like to have her sister and husband suckle from nipples. Anna was always willing to try something new.
"Now remember, don't get too greedy. Try to save some for the baby." Anna warned. Elsa and Kristoff nodded dumbly. Slowly, the two of them inched their faces closer to Anna's milk laden boobs. Not a thought was in their minds aside from finally getting to taste that sweet liquid.
Their mouths gently latched on Anna's breasts, their lips wrapped around her nipples and the two of them began to suck. Milk leaked out to splash against their tongues, igniting their taste buds. Elsa and Kristoff's moans were muffled by Anna's boobs, who laughed in delight and placed her hands on the back of their heads, pushing them in deeper. The feeling of a pair of mouths draining her breasts was wonderful for her.
They went slow at first, wanting to savour every drop, but soon their suckling became more forceful, more desperate. Milk and saliva drooled down their chins as they pushed their faces even deeper into Anna's tits, squashing them against her chest. Loud moans and suckling resounded all around the room.
Anna could feel herself start to become wet at the pair's attention on her breasts. She shuffled her legs together, trying to generate some friction for her pussy. Elsa and Kristoff managed to realise through the fog in their brains that Anna needed some relief too. Keeping one hand on a breast to squeeze and fondle to encourage more milk to come out, their other hand crept blindly beneath Anna's nightgown to stroke her leaking slit. Anna's fingers dug into their hair and she thrusted her lower half towards their probing fingers. Kristoff's fingers, thick and calloused, entered his wife's pussy to rub her inner walls while Elsa's smaller, thinner fingers massaged Anna's aching clit.
Anna cried out in delight as she came all over the pair's fingers. She could feel the milk in her breasts start to run out. So, reluctantly, she patted the back of Elsa and Kristoff's heads, a wordless single for them to stop sucking.
It was a struggle for both of them to pull away from Anna's lactating teats, but they eventually managed. Elsa and Kristoff's eyes were glazed over with satisfaction, milk staining their lips. Anna giggled at the look on her sister and husband's faces.
Maybe, once her breasts were full with milk again, Anna would let them have another taste.