Her first orgasm came not from her tits, which she now preferred, but from her pussy. It was thrilling to know that Jonas was a talented cunnilinguist. As she climaxed, she had to pull both Ben and Marty’s mouths away from her tits. It was too much. “Wait, wait, wait,” she moaned as she came, her fingers tangled in their hair.
Ben looked across his wife’s body at the excited and pleased look in Marty’s eyes. “This is the best,” he said.
She nodded in agreement. “If she wasn’t married, I’d marry her,” she said without thinking.
Ben laughed and reached across Petranella to catch Marty’s chin between his fingers. He drew her in for a kiss that Petranella watched without complaint. The tiny bit of infidelity turned her on. She needed more. “I need cock,” she quickly decided.
“Jonas?” asked Ben, looking down at the man whose face was between his wife’s thighs.
“No. Yours. I need to switch position.”
She pushed them all away and got on her hands and knees. Ben followed his wife’s orders and knelt behind her, slipping his cock into her pussy aided by the wetness that Jonas had brought to full fruition. The other two laid down, half underneath Petranella, and resumed suckling from her. The swaying of her body and the slap of flesh on flesh didn’t bother anyone.
To Ben’s surprise, Petranella had another quick orgasm, though this one originated in her tits. It was satisfying to feel her pussy clench up on his cock while she orgasmed.
“Fuck her,” Petranella said.
“What?”
Petranella pushed her female lover away. “Fuck Marty. I want to watch you fuck Marty.”
With a shrug Ben pulled out of his wife and climbed onto Marty’s supine body. It took a bit of positioning, but shortly he was well-buried in Marty’s hot pussy and she was enjoying the fruits of his labor, announcing his skills with deep moans.
As her husband fucked her friend, Petranella moved atop Jonas, guiding his hard cock into her pussy. He bent his head and latched on to her swinging breast, drawing out the last of her milk.
“Is this normal?” Petranella asked her husband.
He looked over at her, not pausing in his steady thrusts into Marty, “Does it matter?”
“Is this our lives now?”
The wild look in his eyes said everything. “I hope so.”
After the initial frenzy of their combined need to slake their lust, the evening became a drawn-out series of experiments conducted at Petranella’s behest. She had both men suckle on Marty’s tits while she watched. The younger woman claimed to enjoy the attention, but asked for Petranella’s milk at the same time so the older woman dangled her large tits in Marty’s face, allowing her to suckle the last of her milk.
Both men were happy to see the two women play together. Marty proved that she had cunnilingus skills that shamed both of them, at least according to Petranella.
“It’s because I’ve fucked women before,” Marty explained. “Plus I have access to my own pussy all the time. Of course I’m better than you two.”
Petranella laid on her side, with Ben behind her and his cock in her pussy, as she watched Marty ride on Jonas’s cock. It took some encouragement from Petranella to convince the two to have sex, but they were so deeply under her spell they’d do anything to please her. Petranella liked having her own private sex show. Marty and Jonas both said they felt like friends who were set up on a blind date—only this time the blind date included mandatory sex. Petranella understood right away that neither had a strong attraction to the other, but she still wanted to watch them have sex. She needed to assert her control over them.
It made her wonder how far she could push them. She knew that with her pheromones and milk she could completely control any of her lovers. Would Jonas happily accept a blowjob from Ben? Would Ben be willing to fuck Jonas in the ass? The possibilities were nearly endless and she wanted to see how far she could push, but they were nearing the point of exhaustion.
Though their bed was large, it wouldn’t accommodate four bodies. Petranella sent Ben and Marty to the guest room to sleep together. She chose her lover for the night because she could have Ben anytime she wanted. It was a treat to have Jonas naked in bed next to her all night.
As they settled in, she offered him her breasts. They were mostly dry, but she enjoyed the sensation of being nursed and it was a nice reward for him to be able to drain away the last of her milk.
“You know that you’re literally addicted to my milk,” she told him as he nursed from her.
“Mmm-hmm,” he agreed as he greedily sought out every last drop of her natural liquor.
“Do you want to stop sucking and fucking me?”
“Never,” he gasped between mouthfuls.
“I’m married,” she reminded him.
“I know.”
“I’ll dry up eventually,” she informed him. That was probably true, she realized, but she didn’t want it to happen for a long time.
“I’ll still want your milk,” Jonas promised. She was certain it was the same promise any of her lovers would make.
Chapter Twelve
Ron appeared at Petranella’s workstation. There was a look in his eyes that was barely contained panic. He was doing his best to keep himself under control, but she could see that he was worried, the type of worry that indicated that maybe he was worried about losing his job.
“So…” he said, drawing out the word and the pause before the next one. Petranella studiously ignored his pause and continued to carefully drop a solution onto the test plate in front of her. It was actually better to ignore him at the moment because otherwise she’d lose her place and have to trash the test and start over. “Do you have the final results from the tests I had you do a while back?”
“Took you long enough to ask,” she said, not looking up from her work.
There was another uncomfortable pause.
“Well?” he asked again, frustrated. “Do you?”
“Yes. I sent them to you last week. You should have received the email.”
Ron was the sort of person who got so wrapped up in what he was doing at the moment was the only thing that mattered. He so often forgot to tie his shoes that he started wearing slip-ons. “Right. Yeah. I saw that. Never opened it.”
“Why don’t you go open it and then ask me if you have a problem.”
“Right. Good idea.”
He stood uncomfortably at the table obviously wanting to say something but he didn’t have the courage to speak up. Petranella let him suffer a while longer.
“Are you going to leave or are you going to keep hanging around me like an annoying freshman with a puppy dog crush on a senior? I’ve got fucking work to do, Ron.” She dragged out his name, making it an insult.
“I…uh…I heard that you had an accident when you were running those tests for me.”
“It wasn’t a fucking accident, Ron. I screwed up and splashed a bunch of that shit on me. Are you going to tell me now you forgot to put all the biohazard info on the work slip?” She gave him one quick, withering glance.
“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s perfectly safe.” From the pocket of his lab coat he produced the familiar yellow-orange vial that had been used to fill millions of prescriptions for Americans. “There’s five pills in there,” he said and then paused, letting her ask the next question.
She didn’t ask what he wanted. “Are you a drug dealer now, Ron? Should I report you to HR or should I call the cops, because I’m not interested in what you’re pushing.”
“There are…there can be some side effects if there is exposure to the agent,” he said carefully. “Nothing dangerous,” he hastened to add.
Done with setting up her tests, Petranella now turned to him. “What sort of side effects?”
“Rash that presents as an allergic reaction. There’s no evidence that it can cause anaphylactic shock, but…”
“Do I look dead to you?”
“Uh…no?”
“I did
n’t go into anaphylactic shock then. Anything else?”
“Soreness, redness, itching.”
“Uh huh.” She gave him a look that told him she was clearly bored with the conversation.
“It hasn’t been extensively tested yet, but it’s the main ingredient for a medication that’s supposed to help new mothers produce more milk while breastfeeding…so it can cause a swelling of the breasts and possibly lactation.” He looked nervously at her chest, then realized that maybe she’d consider that some sort of harassment and moved his eyes back to her face.
“Have you had anything like that?”
She glared at him. “No, Ron. I haven’t. But thanks so much for rushing right over to tell me the possible risks and give me a cure. Don’t ever fucking ask me to do anything for you ever again. You’re sloppy and self-centered. Grow up.”
She turned back to her work station and picked up the next test plate.
Ron didn’t move and anxiously shuffled his feet.
“What?” she asked angrily.
“If there’s anything I can—”
“Just go away Ron and stop being such as ass.”
He left the bottle of pills. After making sure he was gone, Petranella pocketed them.
At home that night Petranella showed the pills to Ben. After explaining what they were, he frowned and took the bottle from her. There was no label, just a five-digit number scrawled on the plastic in black Sharpie marker. “So if you take these they’ll make you stop lactating.”
“That’s what Ron said. Well, it’s what he implied at least.”
“Do you believe him.”
“I think he realized he fucked up and was looking for a way to save his ass.”
“But…do you want to take them?”
She didn’t directly answer his question. “Should I?”
“I don’t want you to,” he told her. He stepped around the kitchen island and pressed her up against the counter. Taking her face between his hands he kissed her lightly on the lips. “I love the way you are.”
“Did you love me when my tits were smaller and weren’t making milk?” she bluntly asked him.
“Yes. I just love you more now.”
She scoffed at him. “You’re just addicted to it.”
He nodded and smiled happily. “Probably. I don’t mind.”
“Do you mind me having other lovers? Do you mind me sharing my milk with others?”
“I’m…I’m fine with you having other lovers. We should have done that a long time before. Sharing your milk…that just makes me jealous. It makes my cock hard.” He pressed his crotch against he body, so she could feel how hard he was. “I don’t want anyone nursing from you except me.”
She shook her head at him. “I’m going to keep having other lovers and I’m going to share my milk with them. I…I can’t help it.”
He nodded sympathetically. “I know. I’m…okay with that.” He slipped his fingers under the light sweater she was wearing. It was soft and a delicate shade of green. It was easy to lift if off her body and get his fingers under the band of her bra. Getting that up and over her tits took some effort but Petranella didn’t fight him. She encouraged him. After a little bit of effort her tits bounced down to a full reveal. They were mouth-wateringly full with ripe red nipples topping their perfectly formed globes. He stared at them a long while, just admiring the perfection of his wife’s body.
“Are you just going to stare at my tits or are you going to do something about how full they are?” she asked him, her patience at an end.
“I hope I die before they ever dry up,” he told her, lowering his mouth to her nipple. It had started to weep the rich, pearly fluid. As always, it was extremely sweet and the moment he tasted it, he shuddered in pleasure and latched on, nursing with an intensity that almost hurt his wife. Her nipples had toughed and she enjoyed the little jolt of pain that came with the beginning of nursing. Both were happy sacrifices she was more than willing to make.
“Me too, dear, me too.”
End
Using Naomi
When Naomi loses her college housing, an old friend and lover, Will, is there to help her out by offering a space in his shared apartment. She can’t afford the rest, but is willing to go along with a scheme to offer her body in exchange for housing.
Naomi is all for this—she a reputation to keep as a sexually adventurous woman—but Will is conflicted. While he will have easy access to Naomi, he’ll have to compete with his roommates for her as well.
Part One
Chapter One
Naomi steadied herself with one hand on the wall and the other on Will’s shoulder. He was holding her hips with both hands, letting her ride him, letting her take charge. He couldn’t believe his good luck. It wasn’t that he had trouble meeting women and getting them back to his place, it was that Naomi actually came back to his place…and it wasn’t the first time.
She wasn’t incredibly gorgeous or so wild that she stood out from the pack. While she did have above average looks and a great body, she would most likely be defined as cute by any of the men he knew. Will wasn’t an idiot; he knew at best he was attractive only because of his striking green eyes and well-above average stature. He knew this was going to be a one-time thing and that she was just looking for a quick roll in the sack for her own purposes. That wasn’t going to change the fact that he intended to enjoy every minute of her.
He had been staring at her across the dining area of the over-priced on-campus coffee shop; she had been sitting by herself which was rare. It seemed like she was always with her new boyfriend. When she saw him looking at her, she got up and came to his table, sitting down without even being invited. Naomi was like that, very forward. They got to talking about their previous short lived relationship and she said she was in the mood and had the afternoon free. That was all Will needed. His shared apartment was just off campus and they practically ran back there. So what if he was missing a class? It was an elective and he could easily make it up. He doubted he’d ever have the chance to fuck Naomi again.
They had stripped down and fallen into bed with a single purpose in mind. To Will, everything was going great. Naomi was much more aggressive than he remembered her from two years previous, but that was fine with him. She insisted on being on top and told him he didn’t need to use a condom, that she was safe. He knew it was a bad idea, probably everything about the afternoon was a bad idea, and so he went ahead and did it raw.
“Oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, oh God,” she started repeating over and over. That hadn’t changed about Naomi at all. She always said the exact same thing when she was about to cum. Everything else about her was exactly the same as well: her face, her perfect tits that other guys said were too small, but naked they were perfect to Will’s eyes and hands, her body that seemed like it was born for no other purpose than to have sex.
When she came, her pussy got incredibly hot and seemed to clamp down on his cock. That he remembered as well. Since he was already on the edge, it was easy to just let go and cum inside her.
She didn’t object at all. When he came, she actually shuddered again, savoring the sensation of him filling her pussy. She rested atop him for a minute before either of them spoke. “Okay, yeah, that’s exactly what I remember. It was that good.”
Will laughed lightly. “Glad I could help you reminisce.” He inhaled deeply, relishing the pleasant feeling of his cock within her. “The sex was always good, wasn’t it? Too bad we didn’t click better, but I was young and stupid.”
Pushing back on her elbows, she lifted up her head and looked at him. “It was good,” she agreed. “I should have kept fucking you and not broken up.”
“I wouldn’t have objected.” He gave her a kiss and she didn’t pull away or complain. “I thought you were dating some other guy.”
She looked away. “Yeah. Reid. We actually moved in together for senior year.”
“Really. Huh. That seems…fast.”
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nbsp; After letting out a sigh of frustration she said, “I needed a place to stay. He said he’d let me stay at his place, no rent, because we were in love. Or I thought we were in love. I couldn’t say no. He’s got family money and the place he’s staying in…it’s fantastic.”
Will tensed up. “Were in love?” he asked her.
“Yeah, past tense. We broke up.”
Will didn’t know what to say. “And you’re still living at his place?”
“No. He kicked me out.”
“Where…where have you been living?”
Naomi sighed and rolled off him. He hated the feeling of disconnecting, but she was clearly ready to be done with him. “Haven’t you heard? Being a homeless college student is the latest craze. We stay in our cars, with friends, sometimes we even hide in the library all night because the private study rooms are decent places to sleep.”
“You’re kidding.” He knew that Naomi’s family wasn’t well-off, but he didn’t think she was couch surfing and going to college full time as well.
She glared up at the ceiling. “I wish I was.”
“Where do you keep your stuff?” It was an incredibly practical question and ridiculous at the same time.
“Here and there. My friend Carol is part of a group that’s renting a house. Most of my stuff is in their garage.”
Before the words were out of his mouth, he knew it was a bad idea, yet he couldn’t stop himself. “Okay, we’re renting this place, Jim, Fred, and me, but there’s a fourth bedroom, really small, but you can stay there until you find some other place.”
“Really?” Her eyes were shining with glee. That was all the thanks he needed, but she thanked him more anyway.
Chapter Two
“No. Absolutely not.” It was Jim that objected. “She’ll upset the balance of the apartment and increase costs of electricity and water and everything else.”
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