Lana Jameson’s luscious lactating breasts are out of control, constantly leaking and squirting streams of sweet, creamy delicious milk. She’s also young and insatiably horny, and her older husband Martin just can’t keep up.
But one day, Martin catches her in bed with Kyle, the 18 year old kid from next door. Lana’s amazed to find out that Martin’s been lusting after her lactating breasts all along, and he’s more than willing to share with Kyle. But first, Martin needs to reassert his dominance as the man of the house!
This 7300 word erotic story of lactation sex and milking sex contains explicit scenes of uncontrollable lactation from a mother’s milk-swollen breasts, a pair of sensitive lactating teats being squeezed and suckled by two eager and demanding horny men, and a sizzling M/M/F threesome in which a lactating woman gets spit-roasted and pounded to the max!
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.
“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….