Milked To The Max (MMF Threesome Lactation Sex) by Lyla Luray Page A

appetites—but it just isn't
enough.
    So I can't really feel guilty about Kyle,
because he's the only one who can give me what I need.
    I snuck my hand between our bodies now and
palmed Kyle's stiff cock through his shorts, enjoying the pained
groan that escaped his throat.
    "When's he leaving?" Kyle whispered. "I don't
know how much longer I can wait."
    Me neither! "It should just be a few more
minutes."
    He clutched my breasts, which were so
milk-swollen and tight they were almost sore. They were also
incredibly sensitive—any slight touch these days got me blazingly
hot.
    Kyle flicked his thumbs over my nipples,
releasing a bit of milk. It all felt so amazing to me—he wanted my breasts, my milk, my whole body.
    As if he could hear my thoughts, he brushed
his fingers over the leaking tip of my left breast, collecting a
few droplets, and sucked his lips over them.
    "Mmm," he murmured.
    I'd nursed Oscar only an hour ago, but I was
already lactating again. My doctor could hardly believe the
incredible volume of milk I'd been producing ever since Oscar was
born, far more than Oscar needed. The doctor could only advise me
to pump the excess and wait for my milk to eventually dry up. I
tried to explain to him that I was already pumping all the time—if
I didn't, I leaked everywhere—and our refrigerator was full to
bursting with milk bottles. Not to mention I could barely leave the
house. But there was nothing he or I could do.
    Then, one day, Kyle responded to my desperate
plea for someone to help around the house. I admit I flirted with
him a little at first—pregnancy and motherhood had made me feel so
unattractive, and I sensed that he was tongue-tied and lustful
around me. It was thrilling to be the object of someone's
admiration again.
    But I had no idea Kyle was so enthralled with
my milk. I took a nap on the couch, and as usual began leaking
while I slept. Kyle was so turned on at the sight he was completely
unable to stop himself from taking a few sips directly from the
source! I woke up to find him suckling my breasts urgently, and
realized I was just as turned on by his adoring crush, by his
lovely mouth stimulating my nipples, and by his passion for what my
body produced.
    So while Kyle is apparently the only one who
can give me what I need, I'm also the only one who can give
him what he needs.
    We gave in to our lust all over the house
that day, and I haven't looked back since.
    Well, other than the times I'm pleasuring
myself and need the memories to help me finish.
    He was now getting more into our sneaky
little tryst. He spun me around in his arms and yanked my robe
down, baring my breasts to his ravenous gaze. "Oh fuck, you're
gorgeous," he breathed. "So fucking sexy."
    Then his voice muffled into incoherent moans
because he'd fastened his mouth to my nipple.
    My eyes fluttered shut at the gentle sucking
sensation as he sipped my milk. My breasts were so sensitive that I
often got aroused just from my baby's nursing. It was a hundred
times more intense when Kyle did it. I felt a rush of wet heat
between my legs.
    Somewhere downstairs, Martin was probably
finishing up his coffee and searching for his car keys. He might
even come looking for me to say goodbye. But at the moment I didn't
care—I couldn't concentrate on anything but the feel of Kyle's
mouth on me, of his hands sliding up the back of my short robe to
clasp my buttocks. I slid my own hands through his hair, holding
his head close.
    "Oh, sweetie," I murmured. "It always feels
so good when you do that."
    He began flicking his tongue against my
nipple, lapping up the milk which was now beginning to stream out
more strongly. Each stroke of his tongue sent another small wave of
heat to my core. In fact, I felt like my whole body was burning for
his touch—and burning to touch him back. My hands scrabbled at his
shirt, trying to lift it.
    Then, dimly, I heard Martin's voice:
"Lana...?" And a few seconds later, closer as he came up the
stairs: "Lana?