by Lyla Luray
I worked my lips down the length of Kyle’s cock, as far as I could go. He was longer than Martin, but not as wide. He was also a lot more vocal, moaning and gibbering incoherently as I began a bobbing motion with my head. It reached a higher pitch when I increased the intensity of suction on each upstroke.
“Jesus, Jesus, ohhh fucking hell, Lana, oh my God oh my God…”
It turned me on all over again, hearing his frantic arousal. With one hand I started fingering myself, dipping into my wet pussy and spreading the slipperiness over my clit. With the other hand I grasped Kyle’s cock and stroked him in time with my sucking.
“Oh, fuck, are you touching yourself right now?” His voice rose in excitement. “Are you?”
“Mmmhmm,” I said around his cock.
I wanted to time my second orgasm to happen at the same time his did, but I also wanted to be on his cock for it. I moved my fingers faster on my clit but dialed down the intensity of the blowjob.
Still, he seemed to be incredibly stimulated just at the sight of me playing with myself. His moans, if anything, got louder and more intense. And his cock seemed to get even stiffer in my mouth and hands. I knew I didn’t have long to wait.
“Lana…Lana, please…” he whimpered.
I pulled off of him and pushed him backward so that he lay flat on the bed, then climbed up to straddle him. “I want to feel you come inside me, baby,” I murmured. “And I want us to come at the exact same time. Think you can do that? Think you can let me know when you’re close?”
“Uh huh, yeah, yeah, I can,” he said fervently.
I positioned the sodden opening of my pussy over his cock. “Ready for me?”
“Yes, yes, Jesus, yes!”
He shouted wordlessly as I slid down.
For a young guy who got hard at just a suggestive look, Kyle had a lot of stamina. He managed to hold off coming right away, letting me ride him long enough that my breasts started leaking again.
“Oh, God, there it is,” he whispered. “Lana, please, can I have some more?”
“Of course you can, sweetie.”
He sat up, his six-pack abs crunching deliciously, and wrapped his arms around me. His head bent and I felt his mouth nuzzling my breast once more.
“Love fucking you while I do this,” he muttered against my nipple, the sound of his voice now thick with milk.
I thrust my hips harder and faster against him in a quick rolling motion, rubbing my clit against his body. It wasn’t going to take much for me to come again so soon after my first orgasm. “Are you close yet, baby?” I gasped. “Because I am.”
“Yeah,” he said, switching greedily to my other breast. Milk dripped off his chin. “Yeah, please, I was just waiting for you!”
Another benefit of fucking Kyle: he can basically come on command.
“Then do it, baby!” I wailed. “I want to feel you coming while I come!”
His arms tightened around me, crushing my breasts against his face. I felt his cock spasm inside my cunt as he began to climax, releasing all the hot boy spunk he apparently produced as easily as I produced my milk. I gave into my own pleasure just in time. The delightful sensations of my pussy fluttering around his spurting cock heightened my explosive release.
Kyle’s moans, muffled by my flesh, mingled with my own voice as I vocalized my pleasure.
Sticky and sated, I slid off him and curled onto my side on the bed. “God, that was amazing.”
“It’s always amazing with you,” Kyle said, lying down next to me. “It’s always perfect.”
It had been close to perfect, I thought. Coming at the same time had felt intimate, in a way I’d been craving. That was why I’d done it.
My eyes drifted shut. I was exhausted. I spared one moment to check that the baby monitor still showed a contentedly sleeping Oscar, then fell fast asleep.
…
I dreamed that I was in bed, that Martin’s arms were wrapped around me, that his cock was nudging my ass insistently, impatient to fuck me again. His warm mouth on the back of my neck was equally eager and insistent. Just like the way it used to be when we were first married, before I got pregnant and he stopped finding me so desirable.
“Lana…” he murmured in my dream. “Lana…”
“Mmm, Martin,” I whispered back.
“Lana,” he said, louder. “Lana!”
My eyes flew open.
I registered three things simultaneously: first, there was someone snuggling up behind me in bed; second, that someone was Kyle, not Martin; third, Kyle was actually still asleep, snoring into my neck.
Then I registered something else, to my absolute horror.
Martin was standing at the end of the bed, looking at us. “Lana?” he said hoarsely.
It was his voice I’d heard in my dream.
Oh, God!
I scrambled out of the bed and practically flew toward him. It felt like my entire world was crumbling. Dimly, I heard Kyle stirring awake behind me, but I didn’t care. The look on Martin’s face—shocked and hurt and something else I couldn’t quite place—stabbed straight to my heart.
How could I have done this to him?
But the strange thing was, I didn’t feel guilty for fucking Kyle. I’d really needed it—I’d been so unfulfilled. But I wished Martin hadn’t had to find out, because it meant he would have to realize he hadn’t been enough for me.
“I came home early—” he was saying, sounding almost confused. “Thought I’d spend some time with you…”
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. I collided with him, pressing my shameful, naked flesh all along his dark business suit, and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry.”
“But…why?” I heard him ask.
I shook my head. “I can’t explain it. I mean, I can, it’s just…you didn’t want me anymore! I needed to feel wanted!”
He pulled away to stare at me. “I don’t want you? Lana, that’s impossible.”
Kyle was sitting awkwardly in the bed with the sheet pulled over his lap—Martin and I were standing on the pile of his clothes. “I should leave you guys alone…” he ventured.
“No!” I declared passionately. “Martin, the thing is…Kyle likes my body the way it is. He doesn’t think I’m a freak, with my breasts leaking all the time. In fact, he loves it. He…he looks at me.”
“Lana…” Martin said in a low, strained voice. “I don’t think you’re a freak at all. I was afraid you would think I was the freak.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” I swiped at the tears on my face.
“I’ve been lusting after your milk for months,” he said miserably. “But I was sure you’d find it disgusting. I’ve been trying to distance myself from the temptation this whole time. From the fear, you see, not from you.”
My broken heart stitched itself back together and, promptly, melted. “Oh, Martin!” I hugged him harder. The pressure of our embrace squeezed my breasts and made my milk squirt against his suit. “Oh, shoot. I’ve made a mess again.”
Martin looked down at himself, then at me—at my bosom full and tight and leaking. At the expression on his face, a dirty thrill shot through my blood. I recognized the old familiar lust of our early days as a couple. But there was a darker edge to it now which was familiar because I’d felt it in myself the past few weeks, every time Kyle and I got together.
Then Martin glanced around me at Kyle. “Does he satisfy you, Lana?” he asked.
Hesitantly, I nodded. “Physically, I’m…well, I’m pretty insatiable, you know. And Kyle, well, he’s…”
“He’s young. Unlike me.”
“Oh, Martin,” I said again, helplessly. “It’s still not the same. You’re my husband. I always want you, too.”
He was silent for a long moment, during which I could feel Kyle watching us nervously. Finally, Martin said softly, “What if you could have both of us?”
I gasped. “You mean—”
His eyes narrowed, and the world tilted as he
picked me up in his arms and lowered me to the bed. I landed gently on my back, stunned in more ways than one, as Martin knelt between my legs. He glanced up at Kyle. “Kiss her,” he ordered.
“Dude, are you serious?” Kyle sounded shocked, but also intrigued and turned on.
Milk was flowing from my breasts in heavy streams now. The thick, creamy smell of it rose into the air above me, and as I watched Martin’s face, I saw his nostrils flare.
“Kiss her right now, dammit,” Martin told Kyle.
Kyle obeyed immediately. He dipped his tongue between my lips, then fused our mouths together. Martin watched for a few moments.
Kyle’s kiss quickly got me hot and throbbing between my legs. Then I felt Martin’s lips on my nipple.
Usually whenever Martin suckled my breasts, it was purely foreplay for my benefit—to give me pleasure and get me wet and ready for other things. This time, I sensed that it was all for him. There was a greedy hunger and possessiveness in the way he captured the tip of my breast in his mouth. His suckling was sloppy and urgent, his tongue churning around my nipple and the curving globe of my breast to capture all of the leaking, flowing milk.
He switched to the other breast and grunted to Kyle, “Suck her.”
“Oh, God,” Kyle said faintly, before his mouth covered the breast Martin had just left.
I gasped at the dual sensations, my hips shifting restlessly on the bed. I’d never received the attentions of two men at once. The simultaneous stimulations they gave me were so distinct from each other: Martin was intense and dominating—almost animalistic—while Kyle was quick and keen and excited. The difference in their approaches created a tension inside me that drove my arousal even higher.
Martin was growling deep in his throat, his hot breaths gusting over my chest. Meanwhile, Kyle kept making soft “mmmph” noises as he licked up and swallowed all the milk he could get.
I felt Martin’s hand massage my swollen breast, easing the milk out of it faster. The feel of it flowing into his mouth—and the knowledge that this was what he had wanted from me all along—was incredible. Meanwhile, Kyle had fastened his lips in place on my other nipple and was sucking hard, pulling the milk into his thirsty throat.
It all felt amazing. I was sopping wet between my legs and it was all I could do to keep still and passive on the bed and let them take my milk—I felt like my body was about to burst.
“Oh, take it,” I babbled. “Please, please. Take all you want! Oh, God!”
Martin’s answer was to flick his tongue roughly over my taut nipple, making my mind go blank. My words trailed off into an incoherent wail.
“You dirty, dirty girl,” Martin murmured. “Such a hot little piece when I married you, but who knew you could be so nasty?”
I wailed again.
“We’re gonna lick you clean,” Martin promised. “All over. And then you’re gonna get punished for being such a filthy girl.”
“Pleeeeease…” I managed.
“Just keep telling us how much you like it.” Martin’s lips wrapped around my nipple again.
“Oh, God. Yes! Yes! I love it, I love it, I love it…”
His dark gaze bored into mine as he kept suckling me, seeming to say, Of course you love it, you dirty girl. And seeming to promise some dark threat which made my cunt quiver in anticipation.
Eventually, when the flow from my breasts began to taper, Kyle followed his usual route down my belly, licking up the trails of milk all the way down to my pussy. When I felt his mouth kissing me wetly between my legs, I shrieked.
“I can’t… Too much!”
But Martin lifted his head from my breast and growled at Kyle, “Don’t fucking stop. Lick her until she comes. And make her come fast.”
Kyle was voracious, his tongue moving rapidly, circling and flicking my clit. His fingers pushed into my cunt, thrusting in and out with the same jackhammer speed he used to fuck me with his cock when he was especially horny. He was moaning, the sound muffled by my pussy.
Martin’s tongue flicks on my nipple followed a fast rhythm as well, but it was different enough from Kyle’s that my body seemed to be pulled in two directions, toward each individual set of stimuli. My back arched and my pelvis bucked.
“Hold her down, dammit,” Martin said roughly.
Kyle’s hands clutched my hips while Martin’s pressed my shoulders to the bed. Restrained this way, all I could do was thrash my head and cry out pathetically: “Please, please!”
Just as Martin’s big hand squeezed my breast and a last dollop of milk squirted into his mouth, Kyle fastened his lips around my clit and sucked.
I came like a thunderclap, shrieking at the top of my voice.
Martin didn’t give me any time to recover. “Get up on your knees,” he ordered me. “It’s time for your punishment.”
Dazed, I flipped myself over onto my front and knelt upright, facing him.
“Pull out my cock,” he said.
“Oh, fuck,” Kyle panted behind me.
Martin was still wearing his suit, his shirt and jacket stained with my milk. With trembling hands I unhooked his belt and unfastened his trousers. I reached inside and grasped his thick hard cock.
“Is that for me?” I whispered.
“You know it is. I want you to suck it. Suck it while your boy toy watches.”
I wanted to anyway, but I didn’t tell him that—it was supposed to be a punishment.
I slid down and took the tip in my mouth. His familiar taste burst over my tongue, thick and masculine. I heard his breathing roughen as I massaged the underside with my tongue.
“Damn good cocksucker, isn’t she?” Martin said over my head. “She’s got a mouth just made for it. First thing I thought when I met her.”
“Yeah,” Kyle said, sounding dazed.
Martin held his cock at the necessary angle for me, giving himself little strokes up and down the shaft. I swallowed him as far as I could, then came up a bit, then swallowed down again. I could never get all the way down Kyle’s cock, but with Martin’s I could get close. I loved the feel of him filling my mouth, solid and hot and slicked up with my own saliva.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “Right on down.”
“Please, sir,” Kyle said, “can I fuck her?”
“Yeah, you can dip your cock in her,” Martin allowed. “But don’t come inside her. Not until I say so. Fuck her hard and fast. No mercy.”
The bed sheets rustled as Kyle moved up behind me. His hands were clumsy and hasty as he spread my legs wider, and he entered me so fast and hard it pushed me forward onto Martin, making me gag a little. But Martin was powerful as a rock and didn’t budge.
“Oh, G-God,” Kyle stammered. “Jesus Christ!”
He was pumping in and out of me with such force that I just let it rock my entire body, holding my neck rigid so that my head bobbed up and down on Martin’s cock in the same rhythm. I heard whimpering sounds issuing from my throat, and a tear leaked from my eye. I was going to be sore in multiple places tomorrow but I didn’t care—it all felt so gloriously hot.
“Which do you like best, Mr. Stewart?” Martin asked.
His voice had taken on a strained quality which meant my cocksucking was having an effect. Or maybe he just liked the look of me being spit roasted by himself and the neighbors’ kid.
“Hmm?” Martin pressed. “Which do you crave the most? Fucking her pussy? Licking her pussy? Suckling her milk?”
Kyle pushed into me harder, his hips slapping my buttocks. “A-all of it, shit, all of it!”
“But there’s gotta be one you like best, kid. Which one keeps you coming over here every day to fuck my wife behind my back?”
“Jesus…Jesus…” The pace of Kyle’s thrusts picked up even more. “I don’t—”
“Answer the question!”
“Her—her milk!” Kyle shouted. “Want it all the time. Took it from her that first day. She was sleeping. Suckled her while she was sleeping.”
“Rea
lly?” Martin sounded intrigued. “And then I suppose she woke up horny and just couldn’t help herself. Is that right, honey?” He stroked my hair.
“Mmmhmm,” I said around his cock.
“Fuck, Lana,” Martin said. “If you only knew all the times I jerked off right next to you while you were sleeping, smelling your milk leaking all over the place, wishing I could have just one little taste. Thank goodness for teenage boys with no sense of fear or morality, hmm?”
The slap of flesh on flesh grew louder as Kyle thrust even harder and faster.
“I don’t blame you, kid,” Martin said. “After I tasted that milk just now I realized it was better than anything I could have ever imagined. Hope she never fucking stops. Might have to give her another kid just to make sure. And another and another. Keep her breastfeeding ‘til you’re damn near my age.”
“God!” Kyle breathed, his voice frayed.
“Don’t you dare fucking come in her,” Martin growled. “Pull out, right now.”
I almost sobbed aloud at the feel of Kyle’s cock leaving me, at the emptiness I suddenly felt. But quickly, Martin pulled out of my mouth and drew me up, turning me around so that he was now behind me and Kyle was in front of me.
Kyle had that frantic, wild look on his face I knew—he was absolutely desperate to come, almost crazy from it.
But Martin had other ideas. He positioned his thick cock at the wet entrance to my pussy and thrust inside with one forceful push. I heard his breath rush out raggedly, as my intimate wet flesh stretched tight around him.
He kept me upright, circling his arms around me and cupping my heavy breasts. I was on display for Kyle now, impaled on Martin’s cock, my breasts trapped in his hands.
“Lick her clit while I fuck her,” Martin ordered Kyle. “If you can make her come before I do, I’ll let you fuck her afterward until you come. Got it?”
Kyle nodded feverishly. “Yes, sir. Please, I want to.”
He got down on the bed and his tongue stretched toward my clit, burying itself between my pussy lips.
The feeling of Martin’s huge cock ramming into me from behind, and Kyle’s determined tongue on my clit, was so much better than anything they’d done before that I felt ready to go crazy now. I thrashed in Martin’s arms, but he was too strong and held me tight.