The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

“Not only are they pretty, but you can cum from having them sucked on,” Marty replied. “I’m doubly jealous now.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can only cum when I’ve got a lot of attention on my clit,” Marty said without the least bit of shyness. “I’d love to cum as easily as you.”

  Petranella glanced shyly over at her husband. “It’s a nice talent to have. Can I see how difficult it is to make you cum?”

  “Please!” said Marty as she rolled to her back and started wiggling out of her leggings. She took off her leggings and panties in the same, smooth movement. Petranella wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the younger woman was aggressive with her grooming habits. She didn’t have one hair between her legs. Petranella found that oddly sexy since she only edged hers. After one more glance and a nod at Ben, giving him permission to open up his pants, she rolled on top of Marty, gave the other woman a kiss, and steadily kissed her way down the dark-haired woman’s body until she was between her legs.

  There was nothing shy about Marty when it came to sex. She was eager to see what talents Petranella had and somehow having sex with a woman while her husband watched made it hotter. Now that she was on her back, Marty could easily look over at Ben and when she did, his cock was out in his hand. It wasn’t huge, but it was nicely sized. She wouldn’t have minded in the least if he wanted to fuck her, but she didn’t know what sort of agreement the married couple had made. If Ben was going to fuck her, it would have to be at Petranella’s say so. For the moment, Marty was happy to let his wife do what she wanted.

  As it turned out, Petranella had a natural talent at eating pussy. The scent of another woman didn’t discourage her. The opposite, in fact. Petranella knew what she liked and simply did that to Marty; while the other woman certainly responded in the right way, she wasn’t getting her all the way there.

  “My clit,” Marty begged. “My clit.”

  Petranella sucked the whole of Marty’s clit into her mouth and the other woman groaned in surprise. “Oh please, oh please,” she pleaded. “More.”

  After releasing her clit, Petranella frigged the little bit of flesh as hard as she could. There was no need for delicacy at this point. She needed Marty to cum. The girl practically screamed when the moment happened and Petranella was pleased with herself. She crawled back up next to Marty and flopped down next to her.

  “Not too bad for my first time, huh?” she asked Marty.

  The younger woman was surprised. “You’ve never done lesbo before?”

  “No. Why? Does it show?”

  “No. The opposite. You’re very good.”

  Petranella glanced at Ben. His cock was out and hard, but he hadn’t cum yet. He was only slowly stroking his cock, waiting to see what would happen next. “Enjoy the show?” she asked her husband.

  Ben found he could only nod his head.

  She glanced at Marty and raised her eyebrows, asking a silent question. The pretty young girl nodded in agreement.

  “Care to join us?” Petranella asked him.

  “Sure!” He started eagerly toward the bed.

  His wife held up a hand, stopping him. “I think you’re overdressed.”

  He paused. “Right.” It only took him a few seconds to strip down. Petranella was impressed with his speed.

  Not knowing exactly what to do, he got on the bed next to his wife, placing her in the middle between him and Marty. He kissed his wife.

  “I think I deserve more than a kiss,” she told him, lightly tickling his cock with her fingertip. It was standing up, pointing over her thigh.

  “What do you want?” he asked, uncertain as to how to handle the situation.

  “I want the both of you,” she said.

  For just a second Ben wondered how that was supposed to work. He was the only one with a cock and his wife had never said anything about wanting to be double teamed, ever. Then, as Marty lowered her head to Petranella’s breast, he understood her meaning. Petranella wanted both her tits sucked on at the same time. Ben could help Marty with that.

  It was surprisingly intimate to suckle on Petranella alongside Marty. Their faces were just a few inches apart, but they were both taking pleasure in his wife. Petranella was moaning happily and when Ben reached down between her legs, he found Marty’s hand already there. The two exchanged a look over Petranella’s chest and grinned at each other, letting her nipples slip free of their mouths.

  “Go ahead,” said Ben. “I’ve already had my fingers there plenty of times before.”

  “Thank you, very polite,” said Marty.

  “She likes it when you rub her clit with your thumb and put a finger or two up her.”

  “Like this?” she asked. Ben glanced down and saw she was doing it perfectly which was seconded by a moan from Petranella

  “Quit discussing my pussy and suck on my tits!” begged Petranella. “That’s how I want to cum.”

  While Marty was busy with her mouth and fingers, Ben just focused on his wife’s right breast. As always, it was perfect. It looked larger than normal, but that wasn’t unexpected. As he sucked he tasted a definite sweetness to her nipple. Ben was used to his wife’s normal scent of soap, deodorant, and sweat. She was different today. He liked it.

  “Oh yeah,” Petranella moaned as both of them ravished her. She felt pinned between them, but that wasn’t bad at all. It was nice. She could feel her tits pulsing with every suckle that Marty and Ben gave her. She barely noticed Marty’s busy fingers. The second orgasm was longer than the first, less intense, but just as pleasurable.

  “Enough, enough,” she said, pushing them away. “I need a break.”

  “That was fantastic!” Marty said with great enthusiasm. “It’s been too long since I’ve been in bed with two people,” she said with unabashed glee.

  Petranella couldn’t help herself and had to ask. “When was the last time you had a three-way?”

  “Oh, geez, it’s been like, I don’t know, maybe three months?”

  Ben and Petranella exchanged a glance. This was the first time they had ever invited someone else in bed with them and it was completely unscripted. Marty didn’t seem to notice or at least she hid it well if she was surprised the married couple were so vanilla.

  “You haven’t cum yet, have you honey?” Petranella asked Ben. It was obvious he hadn’t. His cock was still hard and pointing over her thigh.

  “No.”

  “Want me to help you out with that?” asked Marty as she reached out and ran her finger the length of Ben’s cock. He shivered with excitement and wanted more from her, but then he remembered his wife was there, watching them. She was literally between Marty and himself.

  At that moment, Marty seemed to remember the situation. “If that’s okay with you, Petra.”

  She liked being asked permission. It was different. And since she had fucked Jonas without her husband’s permission, it only seemed right that he would have an opportunity with Marty. “Sure,” she said. “As long as I can watch.”

  “You can do more than watch, if you want,” Marty said. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees, her body still parallel to theirs. “I like getting fucked from behind. Do you mind?” she asked.

  It wasn’t clear if she was asking Ben or Petranella. It didn’t really matter. They shared another look and she gave him permission to do what Marty wanted.

  “Do I need a condom?” he asked as he started to move into position behind her.

  “No, I’m safe. Cripes, what kind of slut would I be if I wasn’t?” Marty replied

  Ben hesitated for a just a second, but Petranella pushed him forward. Marty reached down between her legs and found Ben’s cock. It was easy for him to mount her. After what they had already done and Petranella’s busy tongue, Marty was very wet. Fucking her was a pleasure.

  It had been years, since well before he and Petranella married, that he had fucked another woman. Settling into a new pussy was an incredible sensation, especially to do it in front of his wife
. Ben knew he wouldn’t last long, but he intended to make the most of it.

  Glancing over to Petranella, he saw his wife grinning, happy to make him happy, her fingers busy with her nipples, pinching and twisting them. “Fuck her,” she encouraged him. “Fuck her good.”

  Ben just nodded and grabbed Marty’s hips to hold her in place while he fucked her. Marty moaned a little as Ben started thrusting, but then she opened her eyes and reached out to hold onto Petranella’s shoulder. “Hey, I want you to help.”

  “Help?”

  “Yeah. I want to eat your pussy again. Get over here.”

  Petranella’s eyes went wide with eagerness. She didn’t even bother to check in with Ben. She knew what she wanted. Moving over, she positioned herself under Marty’s face and the young woman proceeded to perform excellent cunnilingus. It didn’t make her cum, but it was a distraction enough that prevented from having to watch Ben fuck her friend.

  As Ben made the sounds that signaled he was cumming, Petranella realized that while without a doubt Marty might have more experience with kinky sex than her and Ben, she seemed oddly out of place and uncomfortable with herself. Marty pretended to cum as Ben finished and then the two of them collapsed on the bed. It was a satisfactory—not wonderful—end to their quick session of intercourse.

  “What’s this?” asked Marty, seeing the red mark on Petranella’s wrist that still hadn’t faded from her accident.

  “Spilled some mixture that Ron was cooking up. Why?”

  “Looks like a chemical burn.”

  “It’s just a mild allergic reaction,” Petranella dismissed.

  “What was he cooking?”

  Petranella shrugged. “Don’t know. I’m pretty sure it kicked my sex drive into high gear though. You should thank him next time you seem him. It’s what made me want to get in bed with you.”

  Marty didn’t laugh of smile, she just nodded. “I doubt that Ron is working on anything close to an actual aphrodisiac.”

  “Maybe not, but it seems to have worked on Ella,” Ben chimed in. “She wants it all the time now.”

  “You!” Petranella laughed at her husband.

  “It’s true!” he pointed out.

  She didn’t disagree with him.

  “And it’s made your tits fantastic,” he added.

  Petranella looked down at her chest. While maybe her boobs were average sized at best, she had to admit they had been looking good as of late. While maybe they ached for more attention, she just chalked that up to her overall increase in horniness. Moving around a bit, she cuddled up to her husband and brought his hands to her breasts. “You think so?” she asked.

  Marty answered for them both. “I think they look fantastic too. But I haven’t seen them before.” She reached out and caressed Petranella’s chest which caused the older woman to shiver in anticipation of what was to come. “Do you mind?” Marty asked expectantly.

  “Go ahead,” said Petranella, eager to see what the other woman would do next. She was in new territory and was enjoying the journey.

  She and her husband watched as Marty fell to sucking and kissing Petranella’s breasts and nipples. Even though he had just cum, Ben started to get hard again. His wife saw his cock’s reaction and reached out to hold it as Marty kept busy.

  “You like that?” Petranella asked her husband, indicating Marty’s actions.

  “Yes. Do you like it?”

  “Uh-huh. She’s getting me wet. Wetter.”

  “Your tits are incredibly sweet,” said Marty, lifting her head up from Petranella’s breast, letting her nipple slip wetly between her lips.

  “Thank you,” Petranella all but giggled. It was a strange situation to be in, but she was enjoying it.

  “No, I mean it. They’re really sweet. When I suck on them, I can taste sugar.”

  The older woman gave her new friend a polite smile and then glanced at Ben who was watching and listening intently. “You’ve never told me that,” she said to him. “Marty has much better pillow talk than you.”

  “I’d use the term beautiful or incredible, not sweet,” Ben said somewhat defensively.

  Marty shook her head emphatically. “No, no. I’m not talking metaphorically here. I can literally taste liquid sugar.” To underscore her point, Marty grabbed Petranella’s breast and massaged the firm flesh with a gentle rolling action. It wasn’t the usual way that Petranella liked her tits played with, but it was pleasant enough. Marty didn’t stop. Her fingers were insistent. While it didn’t hurt, Petranella didn’t understand what her friend was doing at first and was about to object, when all three of them saw it.

  There was a tiny trickle of liquid from the breast that Marty was massaging. At first the drop was clear, and then they noted the cloudy color. Petranella’s eyes went wide. Ben was just amazed and his cock started to get truly hard. Marty took the most initiative and leaned forward to lick up the trickle of liquid.

  “Sweet, very sweet,” she declared. “Like fruit juice.”

  “Holy shit,” Ben commented. “Are you lactating?”

  Petranella scoffed at him. “Of course not. I’m not pregnant.”

  “Um…if your boobs get stimulated enough, or if you get enough of the right hormones, any woman can start lactating,” Marty pointed out.

  “But…I’m not lactating,” Petranella insisted.

  Marty lowered her mouth to Petranella’s breast again and sucked gently. A flood of sweetness filled her mouth. “Um…you’re definitely lactating,” she said. “I like it.”

  As she sucked, Petranella made a sound of pleasure. “I think I like it too,” she agreed with a sigh.

  Ben reached over his wife’s shoulder to squeeze the breast that Marty wasn’t sucking. Petranella barely acknowledged his firm massage; she was already allowing herself to be taken away by Marty’s mouth. He worked her flesh just like Marty had and eventually he too was rewarded with a dribble of watery milk from her nipple that slid down his fingers. After licking the liquid from his hand, he had to agree that the milk was incredibly sweet and he must have been tasting it much earlier without realizing it.

  It was strange but not upsetting. He wanted to see what his wife’s reaction would be, but at the moment she was too into Marty’s attention to say anything. He just lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. She kissed back. Her eyes weren’t open which made him wonder if she was thinking about him or Marty or something, or someone, else entirely.

  Chapter Five

  “Could what you spilled on your arm really cause you to lactate?” Ben asked her the next morning. He was glad that Marty hadn’t spent the night. As exciting as it was to have his first three-way with his wife, it was better to spend the time afterwards as a couple and not a trio.

  Petranella shook her head as she spread cream cheese on a bagel. “No. Absolutely not. You’ve just been spending all this time focusing on my tits and this is just a side effect of that. It’s fairly easy to induce lactation given the right circumstances and stimulation. And I’ve been encouraging it,” she said with a guilty, but happy, grin.

  “Should we be worried?”

  “No. It’s just breast milk,” she said. “It’s perfectly natural. It’s not going to hurt you. Or Marty.”

  He gave her quick addendum of Marty’s name a moment’s thought. “Are…are you okay with what we did with her last night?” he asked nervously.

  “I’m great with it,” she said with a broad smile. While she wasn’t a lesbian, there was no harm in some same-sex experimentation. It had been fun and fulfilling. “Why?”

  He shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure there aren’t any problems.”

  Her smile didn’t change. “Are you worried your wife is going to leave you for a woman?”

  “No!” he said a little too defensively.

  “Don’t worry. I’m just hitting my sexual plateau,” she said with great confidence. “This is the time for my great sexual awakening, don’t you know. I missed out of crazy teenage sex, so I’m
going to do double as a mature woman.”

  He looked surprised. “Are you…kidding?”

  “Just a little. I want to have fun. Don’t you?”

  “Yes.” He stared at her chest and asked the question that had been bothering him. “Do they hurt?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “But last night…”

  “Was perfectly natural,” she said, even if it wasn’t perfectly natural, it was close enough. “And it made me—and you—feel good. I think Marty liked it as well.”

  “You’re okay with…lactating?”

  She laughed. “I’m not really lactating,” she said. “Just some colostrum from over stimulated breasts. It feels good…and I’ll let you in on a little secret. I got a little more out of me this morning in the shower. Don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll stop soon enough.”

  He nodded and went along with her confidence. But Ben was worried about his wife. She had changed, and he was okay with the change because he loved what she was doing, but sleeping with another man, and then bringing a woman into their bedroom, and then the lactation…it was a lot to deal with. He was enjoying the ride, but he was worried that the wild ride might not come to a gentle end like an exciting roller coaster, but a disastrous one, like an out of control sports car stolen by a teenager crashing into a telephone pole.

  At work everything seemed back to normal. Since Marty was an intern, she wasn’t usually there first thing. It was Jonas who gave her a knowing wink when they happened across each other in the break room.

  “How are you feeling today, Petra?” he asked with a waggle of his eyebrows, obviously kidding around, but it was almost too much for Petranella to resist.

  She wanted to say to him “Horny as hell. Can you help me out?” but that didn’t seem right. Already she was risking too much by fucking both him and Marty. Two office romances—though in her case, they were closer to office FWBs—was probably two romances too many. Still, she couldn’t deny her attraction to Jonas and her need to have sex with someone right then and there.

  “Like a toad,” she said with a smile.

  He looked puzzled. “I’d say you look quite lovely today.”