by Lyla Luray
“Hold still,” he whispered in my ear. “You want to make sure your boy toy here does a good job.”
“Please, yes, I will, I’ll be good!”
I was so close to coming again. In fact, pleasure was already spiking through my body in sharp, steep increases. Kyle’s hands held my hips still—he’d apparently learned from before—while Martin’s powerful thrusts drove his cock harder and harder up the tight passage of my cunt. Kyle’s tongue danced over my clit again and again.
And then Martin squeezed my breasts once more. Incredibly, even though I thought they’d been drained dry just a few moments ago, more milk spilled from the tips, hitting the bed sheets and Kyle’s face and dripping down my body.
“Jesus, you never do stop, do you?” Martin said gruffly.
“No,” I gasped, as he squeezed again. “I’m so dirty, I know I am!”
Kyle was completely frenzied now as the milk flowed along the grooves of my hips and onto my pussy—and from there, into his mouth. He was making garbled, incoherent pleas in between each stroke of his tongue and suck of his lips.
“Give me some milk from your fingers,” Martin said.
I touched my right nipple and let the milk stream over my fingers for a few seconds, then lifted my hand behind me until Martin caught my fingers with his mouth. He sucked them clean, then kept sucking them, his tongue hot and slick.
Meanwhile, Kyle’s tongue was moving rapidly and hungrily all over my pussy. In fact, he’d chased the milk below my clit and I could now feel him licking Martin’s cock where it stretched the opening to my cunt. Kyle’s tongue moved over our joined flesh in firm, quick strokes, trying to catch every last bit of milk.
The thought of Martin sucking my fingers while Kyle licked the base of his cock was incredibly exciting. “I’m so close,” I breathed. “Oh, God, boys, I’m so close!”
“Mmmph,” Martin grunted around my fingers.
And then I felt Kyle’s tongue drift downward, leaving my pussy completely. I looked down and realized he was lapping up streams of milk from Martin’s balls. He was that desperate for my milk.
Martin’s cock twitched inside my cunt and I knew he was just as close as I was, that he was enjoying the feel of Kyle’s mouth on his sac while my pussy hugged his cock tightly.
Who knew my own husband could be so dirty? I loved it. In fact, it was all I needed to finish.
I slipped my own hand down to my clit and stroked myself: once, twice, a third time.
The world shattered as I climaxed, shaking and screaming in Martin’s arms.
“Oh, fuck,” Martin gasped.
He drove his cock into me, his rhythm falling apart as he thrust sloppily, out of control and out of his mind with lust. Finally, he groaned gutturally and I felt his cock gushing his pleasure inside my cunt.
I drifted in a daze for endless moments, and only came back to myself when I felt Martin’s arms lifting my limp body off of his cock and settling me on top of Kyle. Then dimly, I registered the feel of Kyle slipping his long cock into me, through the mingled slipperiness of my juices and Martin’s.
After all of that, it didn’t take long for Kyle to come. His whole body trembled and he sighed, sounding more relieved than anything else. His cock squirted and twitched inside my cunt while his hands clutched my ass.
Then Martin pulled me off of him and laid me out beneath the bedcovers. He still had his suit on—he’d been wearing it the entire time.
Fluids dripped from between my legs, but my breasts at least were sapped of milk. I curled onto my side and let my eyes flutter shut.
“Mmm, thank you,” I whispered sleepily. “Both of you.”
“You did all right, kid,” Martin said to Kyle in a low voice. “Now go home.”
“B-but…what about…will there be a…”
“Will there be a next time?” Martin finished for him. “Yeah. She’s got more than enough milk for all of us.”
I heard Oscar fussing on the baby monitor suddenly. “M-Martin,” I managed. “Baby.”
“I know, sweetheart, I’ll go check on him.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of my head. “You just sleep. And you, Mr. Stewart…”
“Yeah?” Kyle said hopefully.
“Tomorrow…don’t come over when I go to work. Come over when I get home.”
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Milked In Her Sleep
(standalone prequel to this story)
Kyle’s sexy next door neighbor Mrs. Jameson, a hot young trophy wife, has just had a baby and now needs help around the house. It’s the perfect summer job before college, until Kyle ends up getting paid with a lot more than cash!
Mrs. Jameson’s lactating breasts are out of control, constantly leaking and squirting streams of sweet delicious milk. Kyle, a male virgin overcome with lust, can’t help stealing a few sips while she sleeps. But when Mrs. Jameson’s super-sensitive breasts awaken her, Kyle’s amazed to find out how generous with her milk a new mother can be!
This 7000 word erotic story contains explicit scenes of uncontrollable lactation from a mother’s milk-swollen breasts, baby breastfeeding, adult breastfeeding, milking a sleeping woman, lactation sex, milking sex, and a mother’s sensitive lactating breasts being suckled by an eager and horny male virgin!