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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