by Jolene Avonn
“You like that, Abby?” he grunted. “You like it?”
“Yes, Ben, fuck me harder!” I said, and I meant it. I wanted him to fuck me forever.
His grip on my breasts tightened and I knew he was close. I tried to squeeze myself around his cock, fucking him back, throwing my body at his. His eyes opened wide and he cried out as he came, sending huge spurts of come deep into my pussy. I could feel the blasts, and then the come seeping out around his cock and running between my cheeks. He spasmed again and again, making noises like he was choking, until he finally let loose of my breasts and legs and tumbled on top of me.
I held his head to my chest and stroked his damp hair. “Sweet, sweet, Ben,” I cooed. “Sweet, sweet Ben.” I kept him close until we drifted to sleep.
~~~
The sound of Philip on the baby monitor woke us up. He wasn’t crying, just happily burbling to himself.
“Sounds like he’s having a good time in there,” Ben said groggily.
“Happy mother, happy baby,” I said. “He must know.”
Ben ran his hands through his hair as he leaned against the coffee table.
“Fuck,” he said. “I keep trying to feel bad about this. For Rhonda – ”
“For my mother?” I said. “Nobody should feel bad for her, Ben. You know that as well as I do. I thought I’d feel bad, too, but I just...can’t.” I paused, and then added, “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Ben stared at me, his eyes soft and kind.
“I have, too,” he said quietly. “I just don’t know what to do about it.”
“Well, we’ve already done a few things,” I said, smiling.
“True,” he said.
“And I have a few other things in mind,” I said.
“I bet you do, Abby. I bet you do.”
Little did he know that the tiny thought forming in the back of my mind was going to turn into a major surprise. Fucking Ben had triggered something deep inside, a desire I’d always been afraid to let loose, and now it was coming out into the open.
I wanted Ben.
I wanted more than Ben.
I was determined to get what I wanted.
END
MILK ME MORE!
Ellie Saxx
Last time I started off by describing how I massaged my naked breasts in my parents’ living room. Well, this time we’re starting off even kinkier.
A few days after that initial encounter with Ben, I realized I was addicted – to the man who sucked my swollen breasts, milked me, fucked me, and pleasured me in ways I never imagined.
This man, as it happens, was my stepfather. I was 20, living at my parents’ home with my newborn baby, and I was secretly quite pleased that my mother’s third husband took far more interest in me than she did.
So here’s how it gets kinkier: one night Ben confessed that he told his brother about our encounters. I expressed appropriate levels of shock, but in doing so, realized I was incredibly turned on by the prospect of taking on two willing partners. I’d been staring at pictures of Marcus ever since I moved back home. He looked to be in his mid-30s. He had sun bleached sandy brown hair, and he was shorter and more muscular than Ben. In a photo on the refrigerator, they both leaned against a split-rail fence on their father’s farm, faces tan from days in the sun and arms lined with muscles from working the fields.
I had many new and unexpected needs since the pregnancy, and the forms of relief Ben offered were completely satisfying. Surely, Marcus could only add to the pleasure, right? Ever since I’d slept with Ben, my body cried out for more. More more more.
This was my chance for a double dose, and I wasn’t going to pass it up.
~~~
Here’s how it all happened, then.
My mother left for a week-long convention, completely buried in work as always. During her absence Ben and I took our affair to every room of the house. One morning, he came up behind me in the kitchen and slid his hands under my arms and around my chest, enveloping me in a warm embrace.
“I couldn’t wait for you to get back to bed,” he whispered, pressing a bulge into my backside. “I have a little surprise.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What is it? That doesn’t feel very little!”
Ben turned me around and held me at arm’s length. He smiled, but didn’t say anything.
“Well,” I demanded. “What is it?!”
“All in good time,” he said. “But this is why I told you I couldn’t wait.”
He grabbed me at the waist and lifted me to the counter, then untied the belt of my blue terrycloth bathrobe.
I giggled, glancing side to side at the windows, curtains open, that ringed the kitchen.
“Ben!” I squealed. “People will see.”
“No they won’t,” he said, opening the robe just enough to reach in and cup my voluptuous, milk-laden breasts.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” I groaned. I already felt full again, even after the previous night’s activities. Ben squeezed me gently, his hands completely filled by my heavy orbs. I was sure he was preparing to lean over and suck hard on my swollen nipples. I couldn’t wait. It was a feeling I’d come to crave.
To my surprise, though, he slid a hand between my thighs and shoved my legs apart. I gasped as his hand found my pussy, still warm and damp from the shower (and some stray thoughts about our energetic morning cuddle). He dove down, lashing me with a swift and lavish stroke of his tongue directly against my outer lips.
It was pure heat and pressure between my legs. I threw my head back and cried out as Ben continued licking me furiously. He sucked on my lips and slowly turned his head side-to-side, then shoved his tongue deep into me and curled it upwards. He held my ass in his hands and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, then continued his increasingly sloppy-sounding work. All I could do was sink my hands into Ben’s hair and pull him into me. I was still in shock. He’d never acted so urgently before.
I held on to Ben for dear life and let my hips roll my pussy against his firm, probing lips and tongue. I was already dizzy, unable to focus on anything except wetness, heat, and throbbing desire. Ben mouthed me to the very verge of coming, but instead of flicking that glorious tongue of his until I lost myself to a sweet release, he picked up on the tiny tremors in my thighs and cunt and pulled back, eyes half-lidded, face coated with my juices.
“Jesus, Ben,” I panted, breathless. “What’s gotten in to you?”
“Well, that’s the surprise, I guess,” he said.
I squeezed my thighs against his face, framing his cheeks with my taut legs, wanting him to either resume his work or drag me down to the floor for a more thorough fucking,
“Goddd,” I whined, “are you going to fuck me or tell me what this is or something? Why did you just do that? You can’t leave me like this!” I squeezed him harder.
“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. I just wanted to get you worked up,” he said. “But we can’t do anything more this morning.”
“Why not?!”
“Because. It’s about Marcus.”
I froze, breathing hard and staring at Ben. “You’re kidding?” I never expected him to actually invite his brother to join us.
“He sounded a little hesitant, but he’s going to come over. Said he’d give it a shot.”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. That’s why, unfortunately, we probably shouldn’t do anything. He’s going to be here after lunch. I thought we should, you know, stay ready.”
Ohhhh, how I wanted to ride Ben’s talented mouth into a glorious orgasm right then. But I could see his point. We’d have to wait. I relaxed my legs and Ben stood up, hard-on raging helplessly in his pants.
I slid down from the counter and stood right in front of him, stroking his shaft both to tease him and to thrill myself with his insane hardness. I realized I was grinning.
Two weeks earlier I’d been down in the dumps, sore, and hopeless. Now I was consumed with a new erotic thrill, and I c
ouldn’t have been happier.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” I said, squeezing the head of his cock hard enough to make him jump. “You didn’t have to do what you just did. You could have just told me.”
“I couldn’t resist!” he said, laughing and hopping away, holding himself. “When I see you in that robe, and when I open it and see those breasts...what am I supposed to do? Just stand there?”
“Next time I’m not letting you go,” I said, shaking a finger at him. “I’ll squeeze your little face until you pass out, then ride that mouth of yours until I come. Guaranteed.”
I walked gingerly back upstairs, my pussy still raging and hot, and tried to distract myself by cleaning out a closet.
~~~
As it turned out, Marcus, Ben’s younger brother by 10 years, wasn’t hesitant at all. We were all equally interested in exploring the same deep, secret longings, and I think everyone felt a certain rush of both relief and excitement at unleashing those desires. Looking back, it was definitely a fantasy land for me: after a year of feeling down, and three months of non-stop care for Philip, I was shedding layers and layers of a depressed self. I was awakening, and Ben was bringing me to life.
Now, it would be Ben and Marcus.
Nervous and giddy all morning, I was relieved to finally put Philip down. I picked out a special babydoll negligee for the upcoming tryst. I could barely squeeze my breasts into the underwire cups, my breasts bulging so much that the top halves of my nipples were exposed. I wore a black thong underneath and threw a red scarf over my shoulders and chest to stay somewhat – okay, not much at all, really – covered.
I was incredibly anxious until Marcus arrived. Ben met him at the door and brought him to the living room. Once I took Marcus’s hand in greeting, and felt his warm touch, I knew I’d be in for something good.
Soon we were sipping drinks in the living room. Despite drinking sparkling water instead of whiskey, like the men, I was half-drunk with anticipation and feeling particularly swollen. Given the increased consumption, my production seemed to have ramped up. I was sore and heavy and couldn’t resist folding my arms across my chest in an impromptu massage. Marcus and Ben chatted nervously until they noticed me drumming my fingernails on a tabletop.
“Look, fellas,” I said, trying to sound confident. “We’ll have to address a certain issue sooner rather than later. I’m getting sore waiting. Don’t forget how this whole thing started. It’s medically necessary! It’s therapy!”
Ben looked at Marcus and smiled. “See? It’s not a joke.”
“A joke?” I said, fake glaring at Marcus. I unwound the scarf and let it fall to the floor. Marcus stared at my half-naked chest and I could see the amazement wash over him. My breasts were truly swelling against the lace now, to the point that I wasn’t sure if they’d stay contained.
I cupped my hands underneath and held myself, jiggling the fleshy orbs just enough to give Marcus a taste of their volume and fluidity.
“Marcus, my dear, these things are very, very full. And when that happens, my entire chest gets very heavy and very sore. The only hope is massage and, as Ben probably told you, milking. And I need to be milked. Now.”
“I...I think I get it,” Marcus stammered. He wore light colored khakis with his faded blue Polo shirt, and I swore I could see a bulge forming below his belt already. Seeing his face gave me such a rush that I had to keep pressing the issue.
“So, who’s going to start?” I said. I stood, nothing between me and two hungry men but the thin lace top and the thinner black thong. My pussy surged with a new sense of wetness, straining against the thong’s narrow and tiny triangle front.
“Whaddya say, Marcus? Flip for it?” Ben said. He reached into his pocket for a coin.
Marcus didn’t answer. He stared at my breasts, watching them rise and sink as I breathed, and smiled stupidly.
“Heads or tails, Marcus?”
“Uhhh...heads.”
“Wait!” I interrupted.
“Yes, Abby?” Ben said.
I still had my hands cupped under my breasts, and I pushed them up even more before saying, “There are two very good options here. You don’t have to take turns.”
The men looked at each other, then back at me.
“You mean – ” Marcus stammered.
“That’s right,” I said. “Why don’t both of you come over here and take one each? I can’t hold out much longer.” I squeezed my right nipple until a drop of milk trickled out. “See?”
“Let’s go,” Ben said under his breath. He and Marcus stood at once. Ben walked to me and Marcus followed right behind.
I spread my legs out slightly and stayed planted right in front of them. “Kneel down,” I said softly. “Kneel down and taste.”
Ben knelt to my right, Marcus to my left. Again they looked at each other.
“Ben, why don’t you start?” I suggested. “Show Marcus how you milk me.”
Ben’s face was flushed red. He tugged the underwire of my negligee until my breast popped completely free and hung loose and full in front of him. I bent slightly, hands on hips, tugging the negligee up slightly at the hem so the men would remember what was underneath the bottom half.
Ben started to massage and wring and squeeze. He stretched up to latch on, taking my nipple and the surrounding areola into his warm mouth and clamping down expertly. Then he tugged and sucked, tugged and sucked, until I felt the first true streams of milk flowing into his mouth.
It was heaven: a literal flood of heat and relief, and Ben’s light sucking noises only turned me on more.
I glanced over at Marcus, who stared, rapt, as Ben suckled.
“See?” I whispered. “Nothing to it. Give it a shot, Marcus.”
Marcus shifted his gaze, staring at me as if he needed even more permission.
I nodded, and then closed my eyes as Ben’s touch sent me into a hazy trance of pleasure.
Marcus’s hands touched me gently. I lifted my eyelids just enough to watch as he caressed the top half of my left breast, trailing his fingers all around the quivering flesh and firm nipple that was still held aloft by the lace cup underneath.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Don’t be afraid.” His tentative touches thrilled me, even as Ben began working my right tit more heavily, pulling a gasp from me with his strong, needy gulps.
Marcus gave the lace a quick tug and my left tit spilled down. He held the entire heavy globe and didn’t move, as if he was judging and admiring the weight and diameter. His hands were callused and warm, but his lips were soft and cool when he pressed them to my nipple in a tiny kiss.
“Ohhh,” I sighed. “That’s perfect Marcus.”
He squeezed lightly and sucked a little – nowhere near enough to get any milk.
“Harder, Marcus,” I said. “It’s okay. It feels really, really good.”
This time he closed his hands harder. I yelped a surprised “Yes!” and watched him take his first stream of milk directly to the forehead.
“Holy crap!” Marcus said, blinking milk from his eyes. “There’s so much! And it...it tastes good, I mean, it’s really good, Abby.” He stared at me in shock, licking a finger and then grabbing hold again to resume milking.
Marcus was a quick learner, just like his brother. The pair soon fell into a wonderful rhythm, pulling and tugging and squirting milk into their mouths. Sometimes they’d latch on and suck hard, and sometimes they’d just aim a nipple at their face and squeeze, letting the haphazard streams fire off and coat their faces with warm, sweet milk. It was so incredibly erotic, watching them cover themselves with my breastfuls of liquid.
Ben started sliding a free hand up and down my leg, staggering me with his heat. He knew just when to squeeze in both places. I groaned as he found my inner thigh and tightened his grip. His hand was so, so close to my pussy. I was still leaning over and my legs were suddenly very weak. I tipped over more, letting the men hold me up with their hands and mouths, and rested most
of my weight on them.
It was glorious – I was practically held aloft and they used the added pressure to completely drain me. Ben, in fact, slowly slid his hand to my crotch and pushed up right against my pussy. I only had my toes dangling in the carpet as the brothers used those broad shoulders and powerful arms to keep me aloft. Ben’s fingers worked between my folds until it felt like he was inside me.
When they stopped receiving any milk and my pussy was literally weeping desperate tears of wetness that trailed on my thighs, I reached down and petted Ben’s head.
“That’s all, dear,” I whispered. “You’ve done a perfect job, both of you.”
They set me down and dropped back on their haunches, both smiling and wiping their chins.
“That was amazing,” Marcus mumbled. “Thank you, Abby. Thank you so much.”
“No need to thank me,” I said, still wobbly. I sat down in an armchair to rest. “You’ve done me a great favor. I should be thanking you.” I stared at the bulges in each man’s pants, and then added, “Which is what I’ll be doing now, I think. Why don’t you both stand up?”
Ben pulled himself up first, and then Marcus joined him.
“That must really hurt, having your big cocks strapped in to those pants like that,” I said.
Marcus nodded.
“Do you think you could use some relief? Like you provided me?”
This time they both nodded.
“I think I can do that,” I said. I stood again and walked toward them, kneeling at their feet and sliding a hand up each of their legs until I had their cocks firmly under my palms.
“Mmmmm, so big,” I said. My mouth watered as I thought about running my tongue along their shafts. I found each man’s zipper and yanked them both down quickly. Then I reached inside their jeans and pulled and tugged until I had both cocks free.
“Wow!” I said. I already knew Ben was thick and long; what surprised me was how Marcus matched his brother inch for inch. He was shaved completely, smooth and supple skin around his shaft and balls.