Milked To The Max (MMF Threesome Lactation Sex) Read Online Free Page A

"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.