The nipple ejected cum, soiling the doctor’s blue surgical gloves. The doctor had a triumphant smile knowing that the weeks of messy nerve rewiring ...ad paid off.Though she had lost the ability to breastfeed, her breasts had the potential to create more cum than a normal vagina on an average woman. Her breasts were wired to produce cum indefinitely in the replaced milk glands, signals imitating the ones sent after childbirth. The cum would likely swell her breasts to an E cup before spilling. Old Southern money, debutante balls, negro maids and servants, the whole ball of wax. Now Mallory had a rebellious streak in her, and she liked to flout social norms, especially when she didn’t think she would get caught. A major social norm she had grown up in was the taboo of letting a black man fuck her. Therefore, her rebel tendencies led her to a fascination for interracial sex. I fit the bill because I am Native American, but her real taste of forbidden fruit was screwing black guys in. I mean, I was, and still am, happily married, although our once wild sex life had dwindled to once, maybe twice a month, sex. And not the wild in public, or marathon sex sessions of our younger days, either... usually missionary, with maybe thirty seconds of head if I was lucky.I'm not defending what I'm about to tell you, just giving you the reality of the mundane sex life I was living before the 'incident'.With so little actual sex, I spent a lot of time online... sometimes it was watching. Things always start relatively tame. Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it goes. And then I get to my biggest fetish, the one I try to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated. Strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos, I was hooked. And as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself..