Milked To The Max (MMF Threesome Lactation Sex) (2 page)

"Keep doing that," I begged him. "Oh,
sweetie, it feels so good!"

Because he'd said he wanted more of my
milk—he
always
wanted more of my milk—I stroked my breasts
and tweaked my nipples to keep the flow going. The creamy liquid
spurted out and followed the same tracks down my body that it had
before, but this time there was no fabric to soak it up. The milk
ran between my legs, where Kyle's thirsty mouth waited.

"Mmm,
fuck
," he groaned.

Then I didn't hear anything more except for
his pleased grunts and snuffled breaths as he proceeded to lick up
every last bit of moisture he could manage. Some of it still
escaped his eager lips, running down the sides of his face to the
floor, but he didn't seem to mind. His eyes were squeezed shut in
bliss.

"Oh, baby," I groaned, rolling my hips a
little. "Oh, I love this!"

"Mmm," he agreed.

His tongue thrust into my hole, then circled
my clit, then my hole again. Back and forth in rhythm. Meanwhile,
his strong fingers clutched my buttocks and gave me support as I
made small writhing motions against his face.

I'd never done anything like this with
Martin. It was so...
dirty
, like everything I did with Kyle.
These days, after Martin and I had sex he always seemed embarrassed
by the messiness of my milk, which always got all over the bed.
Sometimes it even seemed like he preferred to fuck me doggy style
so he wouldn't have to even
see
my breasts. I went along
with that only because I was so horny lately that anything felt
good, but I missed the days and nights when he just loved to stare
at my body and play with everything I had.

Thank goodness for Kyle! I rode his face for
what felt like an endless period of extreme pleasure, feeling like
I could burst at any moment. But I held on, loving the long slow
build to the inevitable explosion.

My milk was starting to slow down, though,
which made Kyle's mouth frantic on my pussy as he tried to get more
of it. His hands clenched my ass urgently. All of it drove my
pleasure even higher, made me feel even wilder and more abandoned.
Any moment now...any moment...

Finally, the milk seemed to have gone—not for
long, of course, since it would replenish itself very quickly.
Still, Kyle's worshipful tongue swept over my pussy in rapid,
thorough strokes, searching for any lingering taste.

I smoothed his milk-wet cheeks and whispered,
"I think that's it for now. Make me come, baby. Please make me
come."

"Mmmhmm," he panted.

Then his lips tugged gently at my clit,
followed by the massaging tip of his tongue. Over and over, driving
me higher and higher up the peak of pleasure until I couldn't take
it anymore.

I shut my eyes and let the waves of orgasm
wash over me finally, my entire body convulsing in their wake.

I hadn't realized how much noise I was
making, but apparently my wails of pleasure were loud enough to
wake Oscar, who started whimpering in the crib a few feet away.

"Oh, gosh," I said, scrambling off of Kyle.
"I'll have to feed him from the bottle for once! You drank all my
milk!"

"Give him my apologies," Kyle said from the
floor, smacking his lips. He was still fully-clothed. "But it was
worth it."

I grinned at him. My torn panties slid the
rest of the way off my leg as I stood and lifted Oscar from the
crib. He was such an adorable baby, the perfect combination of me
and Martin.

I was still a little overwhelmed from my
orgasm, so I let Kyle carry Oscar downstairs to the kitchen for me.
There was a bottle sitting out on the counter—I'd actually meant to
save it for Kyle, who liked to have his own supply at home—and that
did nicely for Oscar. I knew I'd be able to fill several more
bottles before Kyle left for the day anyway.

Oscar drifted off to sleep in the middle of
his feeding, apparently still tired after his fussy night. I tucked
him back into his crib, turned the baby monitor on, and took Kyle's
hand.

"Bedroom," I ordered. "Now."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, following me
adoringly.

...

I sucked Kyle's cock in return for the
pleasure he'd given me. I did it slowly and seductively, pulling
off his clothes one by one in the master bedroom. He watched me,
his mouth hanging open. His cock sprang free from his boxers, long
and rigid and flushed dark with his arousal. I pushed him to sit on
the end of the bed and got down between his legs.

I rubbed my breasts along his firm shaft,
fitting him into my cleavage and squeezing my breasts together with
my upper arms to make it tighter for him. He groaned and trembled a
little bit. "Sometimes I fantasize about you doing that," he
confessed. "Just your big luscious breasts all over my dick."

I smiled up at him wickedly. "But is that as
fun as this?"

Then I licked his cock from balls to tip. I
circled my tongue around the top, picking up a salty drop of
pre-come.

"Fuck, fuck," he breathed. "I fantasize about
you doing all
kinds
of things to me. Ever since you moved in
next door. Sometimes I'd spy on you from my bedroom window and jerk
off. My friends would come over and spy on you, too."

Even if he hadn't babbled some variation of
that confession to me multiple times over the past few weeks, I
already had an idea. I used to be pretty hot, after all. I could
sense whenever I had male attention focused on me.

"Still can't believe this is all real," Kyle
said wonderingly, spreading his legs a little wider.

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.