She laughed at him. “Of course not. I’m married. What would my husband think?”
“What? You’re married?” he asked, suddenly panicking, thoughts of an angry husband coming in the door right now to kill him flashed through his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You didn’t ask,” she countered.
“But I…but I want to see you again,” he said pathetically and lamely.
Up to that point she didn’t realize how strong the pull she had on her lovers, those that drank from her milk. Ryan’s response was the strongest yet, but that didn’t mean that she was just going to go along and continue to nurse him for the rest of her life. He’d have to suffer.
“I understand,” she said as she pulled her chemise into place and adjusted her tits. “But that doesn’t mean I want to see you again.” She paused and put on her shoes before picking up her blouse. “I mean, I might. And anyway, I know where to find you. Keep going back to that bar. I’ll turn up again.”
With great confidence she walked out of his apartment at a steady pace. Ryan didn’t run after her. He just stayed flat on his back, devastated. Petranella gave herself kudos for not running away. The moment she had spoken her last words to Ryan, she was certain that he would come after her. She didn’t yet know how easily she controlled others and how much they would do for her.
Ben was awake when she got home, but he was in bed. She stripped down to her panties and chemise before slipping into bed next to him. Her hand snaked inside his pajama bottoms, the only thing he was wearing, to find his cock. Is was only semi-hard when she touched him, but quickly turned into a metal rod after only a few seconds.
“You horny?” he asked her, kissing the top of her head.
“Not particularly,” she answered. “I just got laid half an hour ago.”
“Jonas?” he asked, his cock twitching. It was scary to him how quickly he acclimated to the idea of his wife fucking other people…and sharing her milk with them as well.
“No,” she said while she pushed down his pants and slowly stroked him. While she didn’t have any need to fuck at the moment, maybe he did. She still loved him and he provided her with an easy method of relief with his mouth in bed next to her every night.
“Marty then? I never thought that you’d go for women so much.”
“Not her either.”
Ben’s brow furrowed. “Who then?
“His name was Ryan. I picked him up at that bar we used to go to. I fucked him.”
She was nervous about the reveal, but Ben reacted like a good lover. His cock twitched and his hand next to her slipped up under her chemise, rubbing her back. “A new guy?”
“I’m not going to fuck him again,” she said quickly.
“But you picked up and fucked a stranger at a bar,” he said. Even if she had done that, he wasn’t upset, just interested. “That seems a little bit dangerous.”
“It wasn’t,” she told him with confidence. “I knew what I was doing. He wanted sex and we had sex. He went away satisfied.”
“Did he…did he suck your tits?” Ben asked anxiously.
“Yes.”
“Drink your milk?”
“Yes.”
Ben pulled up her chemise, pushing her hand away from his cock. Her breasts were slightly deflated, almost completely empty of milk. They were slightly reddened and looked sore. Ryan—and either Jonas or Marty, whoever she had played with during work—had been a bit rough with her. Or maybe her breasts were just getting used to making and being drained of milk all the time.
“What?” she asked him after letting him examine her breasts.
“I can’t believe you let him nurse from you,” Ben said, upset.
“Why not? It’s my milk and I can share it with whomever I want.”
“I thought it was just for me,” Ben said. He didn’t want to sound pathetic, but even to his own ears, the words he spoke were pitiful.
“My milk is for all my lovers,” she told him as she rolled on top of his body and arched her back, showing off her tits. “But especially you. I love you, but I need sex from people other than just you.”
They both already knew this, but to hear her say the words put Ben in the exact place he had been dreading, but he wasn’t going to give up his position as her chief lover easily, if at all.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked him, backing up her hips, letting her panty-covered pussy press against his cock. He was still rock hard.
“I want to nurse from you,” he said, his eyes riveted to her tits.
She was somewhat relieved at his response. Her pussy was sore, but it was more important for her to hear that he was more obsessed with her tits than her pussy. Ben too was under the spell of her milk. That was critical to know.
“You don’t want to cum?” she asked reaching behind her body and finding his cock that was all but wedged between her buttocks. She pulled on his hard flesh a little.
“I want to cum,” he answered honestly, “but your tits…” He reached up and lightly caressed them, mesmerized.
“They’re not very full,” she told him. “Ryan drained me and that was only half an hour ago.
“I just need to taste them,” Ben said. “Just a little bit of milk.”
Leaning forward, she offered her breasts to him and Ben eagerly latched on and started sucking. It only took a moment for her milk to start flowing. Even as he nursed her fingers were busy with his cock.
Ben barely noticed she was holding his manhood.
In almost no time, her milk was gone, but that was good enough. She moved off his body and focused on his cock. It had been a long time since she had given a real blowjob and the urge was just too much to resist…and she didn’t want to resist. Holding his balls with one hand and the base of his cock with the other, she lowered her mouth onto him.
Ben groaned. He didn’t need his wife to fellate him, but he was still human and still a man. His body responded the way it always had.
As much as she loved him and wanted to suck him off, Petranella was only so willing to do the hard work of fellatio. It was good that Ben was already on the edge with anxiety over his wife having other lovers, sharing her milk with them, and the realization that he was denying himself a normal sexual relationship with her just to nurse at her breasts whenever she wanted—which seemed to be all the time.
She squeezed his balls and pumped the shaft of his cock and was shortly rewarded with a mouthful of his cum. It was thick and salty and had the vague bleachy smell of a college dorm laundry room. She swallowed it while reflecting that it would taste a hundred times better if it had been milk and sweet and tasty. Even so, it was a delight to give her husband such a carnal pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I love you.”
She smacked her lips and swallowed a second time. “I love you too. But will you do whatever I want?” she asked, waiting for his reaction.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his, giving her a kiss, tasting himself on her lips. “Always,” he promised.
Chapter Nine
Petranella woke up with Ben’s lips on her breast. It was a pleasant way to meet the day. She made a soft noise as he continued to nurse from her. How long he had been at her breasts she couldn’t say for sure. The one he was attached to had milk flowing steadily while her other one was leaking a steady dribble onto the sheets. She had fallen asleep wearing just a nightshirt which Ben had pushed up over her breasts. This she now pulled back down over her exposed breast to soak up the excess milk. It would have been lovely to have two people nursing from her but that wasn’t going to happen. Not right away.
She shifted a bit and opened her eyes to peer down at Ben. He was already gazing up at her, his eyes wide. He paused ever so briefly in his nursing. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“It’s lovely,” she said. It was perfect to be woken up in such a manner. “Keep going,” she encouraged him. Already she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm starting to build in her body
. It was going to be one of those strange ones that took over her whole body. It was early still and Petranella didn’t want to admit there was a world outside her bed, but she forced her eyes to glance at the ancient digital alarm clock Ben kept on the bedside. He must have turned off the alert. They still had plenty of time.
His hand was on her hip and she wanted it to go between her legs, but she didn’t push the issue, not yet. They had enough time to make love and then get on with the day. She moved her legs, getting more comfortable, and pressed her thigh between his legs. She was disappointed to find that his cock was soft. Surely he couldn’t have been so completely sated by the previous night’s blowjob that he didn’t want to fuck her?
But even that thought was pushed away as Ben switched breasts and Petranella found herself pulling the nightshirt up and over her head. It felt good to be naked with her naked husband at her side. Only he wasn’t naked, she realized. He still had his pajama pants on. She set about correcting that problem: finding the drawstring, opening them up, pushing the down with hands and then her feet until his was naked.
But he was still soft.
“I want you to fuck me,” she told him between ragged breaths. She wasn’t going to cum, not yet. The need for his cock inside her was too great.
“I’m soft,” he said pathetically around her swollen breast. It had only been a little over six hours and her breasts had completely recharged with milk. It was good her husband was next to her to drain them. She wanted them emptied, she wanted a nice, quick fuck that made her cum, and then she wanted to take a shower and go to work.
Without fully realizing it, the climax that Ben had been forcing her toward had crept up on her. Petranella was going to cum without any stimulation other than from her tits. Normally she wouldn’t have minded, but she wanted it to go differently this morning. She groaned and tried to push Ben away. He resisted and stayed latched to her breast. It was all too much to take. The waved of pleasure washed over her body, making it quiver with delight.
“Too much,” she said as she recovered. “Let’s keep going.”
Maybe she wasn’t as young as she used to be, but she was thrilled with her new body and how it was too easy to pleasure for sex. Her pussy was hot and wet and all she needed was a good hard cock to make her feel complete.
Her disappointment nearly crushed her when she reached down for Ben’s cock and found it still soft. It should have been hard. Her reactions had been perfect and he wanted her, that was obvious, but he was suddenly struck with impotence. That annoyed her. Using all her strength, she pushed him away from her breast where he was still attached, getting the last of her morning milk.
“What?” he asked confused.
Her hand was still wrapped around his soft flesh. She firmly massaged the bit of his body that literally made him a man and felt a rising anger that he stayed soft. “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to make me cum.”
Glancing down at his useless cock, he frowned in embarrassment and frustration. “Sorry. It’s just not working today. Maybe…I can make you cum another way.”
“You already made me cum,” she said. “I want your cock. Your hard cock.”
But Ben wasn’t really listening. He rolled her to her back and kissed his way down her body. He didn’t need to force her legs open. That happened automatically. Petranella was so desperate for sexual contact of any sort she’d take whatever he offered.
His face went down between her legs and his lips found hers. It had been too long since Ben had gone down on her. While maybe it wasn’t her favorite thing in the world, he did have a certain knack for making her cum that way. His mouth found her clit and sucked firmly on it while he slipped a pair of fingers into her pussy. They went in easily. Seeking out her hidden gem just behind her pubic bone, he had her moaning and rocking her hips. Her fingers went to her tits. Her nipples were still wet from his saliva and her milk. She twisted and pinched her nipples, trying to move her body along to its next orgasm. The sensation of his fingers up inside her were pleasant, but she still wanted more. Fingers, while very nice, weren’t a good hard cock.
Ben’s focus on her clit was exactly what her body wanted and she found herself rapidly approaching another orgasm. As much as she wanted to resist it, because she still hoped to get his cock inside her, the inevitable happened and between her tormented nipples, along with his agile fingers and mouth, she found another orgasm sweeping over her body.
“Shit!” he exclaimed the moment her crisis had passed. He practically bounced out of the bed and hit the floor running into the bathroom. “I’m going to be late for work.”
Petranella was left panting for more while he turned on the shower and went inside. If he was going to leave her hanging…she rolled over to her side of the bed and retrieved her vibrator where she stored it in a box of other toys they used in the past. Turning it on she slipped the device up into her pussy and moaned as the pleasant pulsations soothed her body’s need for more sex. It wouldn’t take long…
But Ben abruptly shut off the running water and stepped out of the shower. She could feel him busying himself in the bathroom. If it hadn’t been attached to the bedroom she would have finished. Instead, with a mild curse, she turned off her favorite toy and dropped it on the floor on her side of the bed where Ben wouldn’t see it.
“Aren’t you going to shower, honey?” he called from the bathroom. She crawled to his side of the bed where it was still slightly warm from his body—from their bodies.
“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered. “Just give me a minute.”
She climbed out of bed and tottered unsteadily toward the bathroom. Her body’s craving for more sex—for real penetrative sex—went unquenched.
At work Marty sidled up to her workstation and delivered a package of samples. Because she had felt the frustration of incomplete sex from her session with Ben that morning, Petranella had dug deep into her limited collection of lingerie and found an old longline bra that just barely fit and had the added benefit of pushing up her breasts to make it seem like she had massive cleavage. The scrubs tops she had worn was larger than average for her so her normally minuscule cleavage had suddenly blossomed into something more akin to nightclub attire. It was entirely intentional on Petranella’s part and Marty noticed right away.
“You’re looking good today, Ella,” she said as she loitered at the workstation.
Petranella wasn’t looking for subtle clues because she wasn’t trying to give off subtle hints. “You think so?”
“Absolutely,” Marty replied. He eyes barely strayed from Petranella’s chest. The older woman liked that, though she would have appreciated some attention from a male coworker, especially Jonas. She knew he’d fuck her, but their work schedules hadn’t meshed that morning and she couldn’t think up a reasonable excuse to go hunting for him. “You smell good too,” she added inhaling deeply.
“Must be my very fancy, extra-expensive body wash,” Petranella said, flirting along with the young woman. Already her tits ached for physical attention and her body was beginning to respond to the eye fucking that Marty was giving her.
Marty shook her head. “No. That’s not it.” She leaned in closer and sniffed delicately at her lover. Petranella glanced around the lab but no one seemed to notice the two women. “You smell like sex. I want to fuck you.”
Petranella nearly melted right then in the middle of the lab. Her panties became incredibly wet and she wanted to fuck Marty right there on the counter where her samples were being processed. She would have…if not for the fact that Marty didn’t have a cock.
“Well, I fucked my husband this morning,” Petranella half-lied. She had showered so there shouldn’t have been any lingering scent of sex. Her voice was low enough that Marty had to lean in further giving her an even better view of Petranella’s cleavage. “But my tits feel full of milk.” She smiled in what she hoped was a fetching manner.
Marty unexpectedly pulled back, but her smile didn’t diminish at
all. “That’s what I smell,” she said in a sudden bout of realization. “Your milk.” Her hand started reaching for Petranella’s chest before she remembered where they were and she looked around at the other busy workers at their stations. “Goddess I want to suck all the milk from your tits right now.” She licked her lips and swallowed. “Locker room?” she asked, her eyes wide and her pupils fully dilated. Lust had overtaken her good sense.
Carefully regulating her breathing, Petranella nodded. “Give me five minutes.”
With a sharp nod, Marty backed away and headed out of the work area. Petranella tried to keep herself busy and focused on her work but found it nearly impossible. When she thought an appropriate amount of time had passed, she grabbed her bag and headed for the locker room.
Marty was already there. They said nothing. Petranella just pulled off her scrubs top and started to reach behind her, trying to open the hook fasteners. Marty skirted around her body and facing her back, quickly unhooked the line of six hooks, letting the industrial-strength bra slip from Petranella’s body. Her hands circled around Petranella to hold and squeeze her breasts.
“They feel perfect,” Marty whispered in her ear.
Petranella twisted her body, pulling her tit free, and grabbed Marty’s face between her hands. They kissed and then Petranella pushed the other woman’s face down. Already milk was leaking from her nipples. The view of her erect nipples dripping the thin white milk made her tremble. Marty latched on and started sucking like she had been starving; she pinched Petranella’s other nipple to stop it from dripping. Already they were learning how Petranella’s body worked. Moving together they backed up to the row of lockers. Petranella felt the cold metal against her back but it wasn’t enough to distract her from wanting Marty to keep nursing, to nurse from her forever.
Right as she switched from one nipple to the other Petranella started to feel it: the rise in lust in her body and the knowing that she was going to climax again. What was wrong with her? She was taking incredible risks with her job just for some simple nursing. She was seeking out any lover who would drink her milk, it made her feel powerful and sexy and in control of the situation when in fact she was losing control of everything.
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