Milked To The Max (MMF Threesome Lactation Sex) (3 page)

"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."

"Really?" 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.

"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.