Following the first 24 hours, Jessica soon became aware of a regular pattern emerging as she was struck by an incredible sexual awakening her desire and hunger for nursing and lesbian sex with her two employer mentors.
First she noticed that, unlike the first evening, she was not freely invited into the main bedroom. After being taken into Fiona and Ingrid's house, it was made clear that she was to sleep in her own room. However, she found that she was not left out in any way. In the morning, Fiona would often come into her room, lie down and get her to feed from her. Sometimes just from one breast, sometimes both. This was special for Jessica as she felt included and cherished by this awesome woman who would want to share these beautiful moments. Quite often Fiona would gently raise the bed sheets, slide in next to her and lift her full breast, often leaking with milk drops forming on her nipple, to Jess's mouth for her to feed from. During this morning feed, Fiona would often begin stroking and fingering Jess's clitoris and vagina quickly bringing her to orgasm. Jessica found this act of close intimacy to be so erotic. Other times, Jessica could feel Fiona moving her hand upon herself and masturbating slowly, bringing herself off as she lay nestled next to Jessica. Then again, often Fiona would take Jessica's hand and place it firmly over her own vagina and clitoris to indicate that she clearly was looking for sexual relief as she breast fed Jessica. Despite the regular sex, Jessica had no ability to predict what the morning may bring, but she would often lay in bed hoping to hear the pad of Fiona's feet coming to her.
These morning feeds only drove Jessica wild with desire as she longed for more of this close, sexual contact. Jessica found herself thinking about the morning all day and fantasising about the next contact. It was driving her mad with sexual yearning. Jessica was not sure if Fiona intended this effect or not, but it had the effect of completely rendering Jessica unable to function without the direction and control of this amazing woman. Jessica was addicted, and she freely submitted to this amazing privilege of feeding from her.
Jessica was also expected to attend the midday `Express Meeting', as it was called, as Fiona required to be suckled three times a day. Some days, Fiona would sit on the desk and wrap her legs around which ever woman who was feeding from her. Some days, Jessica watched as Ingrid drew Fiona's precious gift from her nipples. Fiona generally dictated with who and how the feeding was going to occur. Sometimes as Jessica fed from Fiona, she felt Ingrid's hands sliding up her legs and teasing her clitoris as she stood behind her. Other times, Fiona directed her to kneel down in front of Ingrid and taste her sweet pussy as Ingrid fed from her. Yet again on other days, Fiona would have either Ingrid or Jessica feed from her whilst directing the other to lick and taste her pussy. Even then, she would sometimes have both of these women feeding from her at the same time. The meeting was always short as it was time limited and occurred in the middle of a consulting roster, with patients waiting outside to be seen. Whilst not knowing what she would be in for, she did know that plenty of orgasms were shared in that time, and that Jessica would be assured of being included.
Then in the evening, Jessica was at the whim of these two stunning women. She would be called into the lounge room or the bedroom for the evening feed. Again, Fiona would direct who and how she would nurse either of these women. In the evening these two women seemed to throw off what may have been any remaining inhibitions. The evenings could only be described as a wild romp. Sometimes Fiona would not have enough time to undress before she had one of these women feeding from her. But soon, there were plenty of clothes being removed as the sexual energy increased. Jessica also began to notice that while Fiona controlled both of these women; it also seemed that Ingrid was the more sexual aggressive and adventurous lover. Quite often Jessica would find herself being tongue fucked as she lay next to Fiona, or have Ingrid direct her to taste and lick her pussy and clitoris. One evening, Ingrid lay on the couch reading and when Jessica came into the room, Ingrid told her to kneel down before her as she hitched up her dress, and to begin eating her pussy without any foreplay, soon bringing Ingrid to a cool orgasm. It was then that Jessica realised that Ingrid never wore any panties. It seemed to be another way in which Fiona kept this woman at her sexual beck and call; by having ready access to her pussy without having to remove her underwear. And so the order in this `menage a trois' was established. Fiona was at the top, with Ingrid her primary lover and sexual partner as second, and then Jessica at the sexual whim of these two women. He found she was to be completely sexually vanquished by these two women.
After the first few weeks, Jessica noticed that her ability to self determine being slowly taken away. Not that it worried her though because she felt that she was only losing herself into this amazing and fulfilling sexual relationship. Jessica initially had moved up to Kyabram with little money, and even fewer clothes, just having finished Uni. She was blown away by Fiona and Ingrid's generosity as they showered her with gifts of clothes. Many of these clothes were to wear at work, but many as well were brought purely for their use in sexual moments; lingerie, revealing dresses, sheer fabrics, etc. `If clothes maketh the woman', as the saying goes, Jessica felt that the was going through an amazing transformation, from her own concept of being a classy, but sporty woman, to that of an elegant sexual being.
And then Fiona subtly shifted the focus of the relationship. One Thursday evening, Fiona came in and sat down on Jess's bed shortly after they had all gone to bed. "I need you to come to Melbourne with me this weekend. Ingrid is on call at the hospital, and I have a General Practice Conference. We'll be leaving after work tomorrow and coming back late on Sunday. I've booked us a room at the Sofitel," she said. Fiona had used a tone of voice that brooked no arguments. "Don't worry, I've taken care of all the arrangements. It is just you and me, my precious milkmaid," Fiona added, with a smile and a kiss.
On the Friday after work, Jessica came home with Fiona having to leave Ingrid behind at the hospital. All day, Jessica had wondered what the weekend held in store given Fiona's directive tone the night before. Soon after entering the home, Fiona made her plans a little more clear. She drew Jess into her bedroom and began a deep passionate kiss as she undressed her. Once they were both naked, Fiona directed Jessica to lie on the bed and straddled her waist, running her hands freely over Jess's body. "Hmmm. Do you like what we have here?" Fiona asked. There was only one answer. "Yes, please," responded Jessica almost in a whisper as she anticipated what was to come. Jessica reached up and began to fondle and massage Fiona's breasts. Fiona threw her head back and ground her hips in pleasure losing herself to Jess's touch. Soon Fiona drew her own hands to her left breast and kneading it sensually drew a drop of milk to its nipple. "Here, drink. My lover, my milkmaid," directed Fiona as she leant in for Jessica to taste her. As soon as Jessica's lips tasted her sweet milk, she felt Fiona's hands caress the inside of her thighs as Fiona reached around behind her. Soon Fiona's finger teased her pussy lips and her clitoris. Her fingers would slip inside her vagina and then draw her juices up to slide over Jess's clitoris. It drove her mad with desire, and soon Jessica shook with orgasm as she desperately drew as much as she could from Fiona without hurting her precious nipples. "Good," whispered Fiona to her, "Now lets see what I have in store for you this weekend," as she rolled off Jessica and taking her by the hand drew her to her feet and led her back into Fiona and Ingrid's bedroom.
Sitting Jessica down on the bed, Fiona went into the en suite robe and came out holding a travel bag and a dress draped over one arm. "Here are your clothes for the weekend. I have already packed for you," said Fiona as she laid the items down on the bed next to her. The dress was a satin black dress, with a halter neck and an open back. It was unlined and as she lazily draped it over Jess's legs, she saw its form clinging shape and cool sensual feel against her skin. She broke out in goose pimples, as its feel was just so exciting. "And here, I have some other items," Fiona stated as she pulled open the bag pulling out some more clothing. The first piece was a very low cut padded black bra. She began to raise Jess's arms to begin putting the bra on. Jessica complied and reached through and behind her to do up the clasps. When it took its shape, Jess understood its desired effect. Her breasts were raised and pushed forwards. The bra was so low cut that her nipples stood out above the bra cup and a pronounced cleavage was clear to see. "Hmmm, I like it," said Fiona, as she to also took out an identical piece and put it on herself. The effect of the same bra on Fiona was to captivate Jess's whole attention. Her milk swollen and firm breasts seemed to be uncontainable by the small cups of the bra. Her distended areola and swollen nipples, firm from being full with milk were so inviting. Jess just sat there speechless. "I see you like it as well, my milkmaid," teased Fiona as she reached for Jessica's dress that lay across her lap. Pulling the dress over her head, Jessica could feel the sexiness of this black number. There was a just a hint of skin through the material. The lace of the bra was visible through the draping halter as was her pronounced cleavage due to the push up bra. She could feel the satin teasing her nipples sending a shiver through her. "No panties for you though, my milkmaid. Now wait here while I get dressed," Fiona stood up and went into the robe to get dressed. While she was in there, Jess looked to see what else was in her bag for the weekend. There was not much. A sheer satin robe, two pairs of thigh high stockings, another lacy bra and another dress wrapped in tissue paper. There were also some black heels. Her curiosity piqued, she also spotted some white satin sash cords. It seemed that Fiona had selected her clothes with purpose. That purpose was to obviously have her at her sexual disposal all weekend. Jess was fine with that as she began to feel a shiver of thrill run through her body with the anticipation.
When Fiona came out of the dresser, Jess's breathe was taken away. Fiona was wearing a white business blouse, with at least three buttons undone. She still wore the same bra and her nipples were clearly visible through the white material. She wore a short black suited skirt that clung around her slender hips and legs. She also had on a pair of thigh high stockings with the lace top visible, her dress was that short. She wore a pair of shiny black stilettos that raised her almost up to Jess's height. Fiona carried over a larger bag to the bedroom door and bending down, Jess saw the skirt ride up and give her a teasing view of her legs, the tops of the stockings and also that she wore no panties, either.
"Well, come on. What are you waiting for? We've still got a two hour drive to get the city, and who knows, we may have to stop along the way and find something the feed from," smiled Fiona holding her hand out. She drew Jessica into a close and passionate kiss. Jessica could feel their breasts tightly pressed as Fiona's tongue explored her mouth, neck and the tip of her ears. Their hands roamed rapidly over their shoulders, waist and hips as each strove to become as close as their clothes would allow. Before they could descend into another love making session, Fiona pulled away from Jessica, and taking her by the hand led her to the car.
As Fiona drove down the driveway, her hand was already sliding up and down Jessica's bare leg. It was pretty clear that the weekend was going to be wild. What Jessica didn't know was that the weekend was also going to be a precursor to the rest of her time in Kyabram. A spider being led into a trap is the wrong metaphor in Jessica's situation; more like a kitten being led before a dish of the most sweet and creamy milk, as she fulfils their plans for her to become the personal milkmaid to these two beautiful women.
To be continued....
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