She didn’t care.
Still, she wanted something that Marty’s mouth and fingers alone wasn’t going to give her. Finding some tiny bit of control, she pushed Marty away from her and grabbed the bag she had brought along. Marty wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked quizzically at her friend.
Out of the bag Petranella pulled out her vibrator, the one that Ben didn’t give her enough time alone with that morning and handed it to Marty. “Make me cum with this,” she said as she pulled down her scrubs bottoms along with her already soaked panties. Marty wasn’t shy; they were well beyond shy now. Turning on the vibrator she slipped it up between Petranella’s thighs as the older woman broadened her stance as much as possible, hampered by the tangle of clothing around her ankles.
Once the vibrator was up inside Petranella’s pussy, she moaned and closed her eyes, welcoming the cold metal lockers against her back. Marty resumed nursing while she slowly slid the vibrator in and out of Petranella’s pussy. The young woman was either a natural or extremely skilled at this sort of thing. It was a tawdry encounter—they both knew it—but they both needed it. Marty had to have Petranella’s milk and Petranella needed to be drained of the luscious liquid that her breasts couldn’t stop making.
“Faster,” Petranella urged her lover and then a few seconds later the body shook with a hard climax. It was hard for her to say whether it was from her tits or her pussy or her entire body, but it sated her…for the moment.
“Fuck I needed that,” she breathed, unembarrassed to be displaying herself like a harlot to Marty, who was still fully dressed and apparently not in the mood to strip.
“Your milk came out so fast,” said Marty as she wiped at her chin and neck. The milk was now just barely dripping from Petranella’s nipples and was slowly tapered off to a stop. The top hem of Marty’s shirt was wet from the excess milk that she hadn’t been able to swallow. “It’s incredible.”
“Do you want to fuck?” Petranella said, still high on her orgasmic plateau. She wanted to do more—much more—with Marty. “You did everything for me.”
Marty pretended to nervously look around the locker room. “We might get caught. This is good enough for now. Maybe later I can come over to your place?”
“Sure,” said Petranella, disappointed her lover didn’t want more of her.
Marty nodded and turned off the vibrator that had been humming in her hand. She passed it back to Petranella and gave her a quick kiss. “We’ll talk later.”
The young woman quickly exited the locker room, leaving behind a somewhat miffed and somewhat satisfied Petranella.
Petranella sent a couple of innocuous notes to Jonas on the lab’s messaging system, asking about test results and casually dropping a hint at a quick meeting. He failed to respond to either messages and even actively avoided looking at her when she went hunting him down. By the end of the day Petranella was desperate. Her tits and her pussy were aching for attention, attention she wasn’t able to give them herself. She managed to corner Jonas in an abandoned hallway as he was finishing up his work for the day.
“What’s the matter,” she said, leaning in towards him, letting him see the amount of cleavage she had, trying to get close so she could feel the heat of his body.
“I…I…I want to, Petra, but this isn’t the best place for it,” he said softly. Even as he spoke the words, he inhaled her scent. That was more than enough to give him an erection. He desperately hoped that she couldn’t see it and he shifted around uncomfortably.
“That makes it better,” she told him. “The danger, the excitement…” She adjusted her bra strap just enough to catch his attention. He was enthralled. He was under her control whether he wanted to be or not.
“Maybe we could go to your place after work?” he glanced nervously at his watch.
“How about now?” she asked him. She told him. “How about in the lactation room?”
He wanted to say no, but he couldn’t say no. He couldn’t say yes either. He just nodded.
Five minutes later they were alone in the small room, still doing duty as a secondary storage closet, and her scrubs top was off and her tits were out of her bra. She held a wad of paper towels against one breast that had already started leaking while pulling Jonas’s face to her other one. He resisted just a bit and then latched on.
There was no pause this time. Her milk came right out and Petranella felt the stress leaving her body as the milk flowed into Jonas’s mouth. It was the perfect end to a busy day, better than relaxing with a glass of wine. She was amazed at how full her breasts had become and how much milk she was able to make over such a short amount of time, but that was just a bonus.
Jonas made noises indicating his pleasure as he knelt in front of the chair she was seated on. She was on the edge of the chair so it was simple for her to ease her fingers into the elastic waistband of the scrubs pants and burrow into her panties. Her pussy was moist and ready for whatever sexual attention was directed its way. If Jonas realized what she was doing—or if he even cared—he made no indication. She gently rubbed her clit, waiting for Jonas to finish draining her tits. She wanted to be kept on edge so that when he fucked her it would be fast and efficient and they would both be fully satisfied.
Petranella was amazed at how quickly her body gave up the milk she had been making. Jonas was forced to gulp down the steady flow of liquid into his mouth. While it wasn’t nearly as great as that of a garden hose or even a kitchen faucet, the milk came out faster than she ever would have expected. The wad of paper towels quickly became drenched and she had to lean over to the tiny sink where the dispenser was screwed to the wall and grab another wad while Jonas drank.
Eventually even her super-charged tits finally gave out. Jonas was sucking at empty flesh and she pushed him away. His eyes were glazed with lust and need; she had seen that look in the eyes of all her lovers. Without giving him a moment to pause and reflect on what they were doing, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband, pulling her pants down, exposing her pussy. The pants bunched at her ankles—it was hardly an erotic sight—and she ran a finger over her swollen labia while reaching for Jonas’s belt.
“Let’s have a quick fuck,” she demanded of him. “Right here, right now. Fast and hard. We can pretend we’re in high school and don’t have much time and we can’t get caught.”
He let her open up his pants, helping her along until his pants were down along with his underwear…but she was disappointed to find that his cock was dangling limply between his legs.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I’m just not ready,” he answered, sounding like a teenager pressured into sex by a lover-to-be and then balking at the last moment.
“I can see that!” she said with an angry and dismissive toss of her head. “Want me to blow you?” she asked eagerly even as she leaned forward.
Her lips didn’t get anywhere near his cock before he yanked his pants back up. “No!”
“What the fuck!” she snapped angrily at him. She briefly reflected what the no-fuck would have been more appropriate.
“I can’t,” he gasped at her. “Not today.”
He quickly got his zipper up and was buckling his belt before she could ask her next question. “Why the fuck not?”
“I can’t,” he answered desperately and all but ran out of the small room leaving Petranella along and famished for sexual fulfillment. She could have just finished herself off there, it wouldn’t have been terribly difficult, but she was a married woman so there was an easy solution.
Yanking her pants back up and quickly fixing her bra and scrubs top, Petranella marched out the door and headed home.
She was home much earlier than normal and managed to catch Ben before he had even considered starting dinner.
“You’re home early,” he said by way of greeting her.
“You need to fuck me,” she replied. “I really need to be fucked right now!”
He blinked in surprise but w
ent along with her suggestion. “Sure. Why not?” They headed to the bedroom where he turned her around and kissed her, one hand pulling her close, his palm against the small of her back, and the other traveling up her side to cup her breast.
“No,” she said, pushing him away. “Just sex. Don’t play with my tits.”
Ben was confused and stood there watching as his wife quickly pulled off her work clothes and climbed on the bed, stayed on her hands and knees, arching her back and slowly wiggling her ass to entice him to fuck her.
“No lactation foreplay?” he asked mildly disappointed.
“No!” she snapped at him. “Just fuck me, okay?” She glanced at his still clothed body. “Or can’t you get it up any longer?”
One of Ben’s great fears was impotence, or erectile dysfunction as it was so delicately put nowadays. He knew that his parents’ marriage had suffered because his father was no longer able—or was unwilling—to have sex with his mother. He didn’t want his life to end up that way.
Pulling off his clothes, he was relieved to look down and see an adequate, if not huge, erection. The smell of Petranella’s desire was strong in the air. As he knelt behind her, she reached back between her legs and caught his cock, guiding it into her body. Once they were joined, she sighed with relief.
“I’ve been needing a good hard cock all day.” While Ben was aroused and erect, he wasn’t truly hard, but they left that issue alone.
Ben just nodded, made a noise that was easy to take as the affirmative, and started fucking his wife, happy that she was facing away from him so he didn’t have to look her in the eye. The sex was pleasant enough, but what he really wanted was to suck on her tits. The smell of her pussy was quickly forgotten as he leaned forward, let her take his weight, and circled his hands around her body, cupping her tits. He was certain he could smell her milk.
The moment after he touched her breasts, he could feel it leaking out between his fingers even as he continued to thrust his cock into her.
“You’re leaking,” he grunted into her ear.
“So?” she replied back. “Keep going. Fuck me hard. I need it!”
Her hand went down to her pussy, found her clit, and massaged it in time with Ben’s thrusts. She felt safe being almost trapped by his body, his strong arms and legs keeping her in position. It was the wrong thing to think and it made her feel good and she just wanted to cum from his cock without having to worry about her tits even though she could feel them leaking milk over his hands as he massaged them and the thin liquid went dripping all over the place, soaking the bedspread, ruining it.
“Harder! Faster! Make it hurt!”
He only half followed her instructions. He thrusted harder, but he also gripped her breasts like they were stress balls, squeezing them so hard she was on the cliff of pain. It was exactly what she needed and wanted. The orgasm was satisfying. It was the perfect relief for the day.
Once she was done and he realized that his wife had cum, Ben followed suite. From Petranella’s perspective, it was the worst orgasm he had ever had with her, bordering on pathetic. Still, she could feel him cum insider her pussy and it was enough to keep him happy.
Or it would have been enough to keep him happy if he had been just any other somewhat happily married man.
They eased their bodies down to the bed and rested together a minute before Ben pulled out of her pussy and pushed her over so that she faced him.
“Good?” she asked him.
Ben nodded. “Uh-huh.” His agreement was lukewarm at best. Without asking permission or even caring if she wanted him to, Ben lowered his head to her breasts and began nursing.
Petranella was starting to feel like an ordinary cow. She was just a creature there for others to use because they desired her milk. It wasn’t as if they even loved her. They were just addicted to her milk.
But it also felt so good when they nursed. She just needed a little more of it before she made him—and her other lovers—stop.
Chapter Ten
Going to Jonas was a risk, but Ben had nursed from Petranella that morning and she had been sure to get herself off with the judicious application of her vibrator to her pussy, so she was certain she could hold out for at least a few minutes while she discussed her problem with Jonas. She had given herself a day off as an attempt of recovery from having Ben and Jonas and Marty all nurse from her on the same day. By the time Ben had gotten home from work, her tits were full to bursting. She had gone out bra shopping on her day off and found that she had gone up nearly two full cup sizes. No wonder her breasts barely fit inside her old lingerie.
“What did Ron have me working one?” she asked Jonas. He was in the large ventilation room. The hood fan was running and she had to speak up nearly to the point of shouting to make herself heard, but the door was closed and that afforded them some tiny bit of privacy.
She was also glad for the hood that was pulling away any fumes and scents that might have been dangerous…or otherwise risky.
He glanced nervously her way and made sure to keep his distance. He wasn’t afraid of Petranella but he had come to realize the power she had over him. Maybe she didn’t realize it was unintentional, but it was undoubtedly there. “I don’t know,” he said, putting his eyes back to his series of samples he was monitoring. As much as he wanted to avoid her, he also wanted her; just her presence was enough to bring him to distraction. The pull of her body on his gaze forced him to look her way.
She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but she had a distinctive and striking carriage. Especially her chest which was on full display this morning. She was wearing a scrubs top that wasn’t exactly formfitting, but it captured all her upper curves and he noted that her tits were definitely bigger than he remembered…or maybe she was stuffing her bra? That seemed crazy, something only middle school teenaged girls did.
“You’re staring,” she told him, adjusting her stance and letting him get a full view of her chest.
“Sorry.” His eyes went back to his samples.
“I don’t mind,” she said. “Ben nursed from me this morning. I’m good for a while. Maybe lunchtime?” she asked and immediately shook her head, regretting her question. She had been determined to keep the conversation professional and not let it stray to sex…and other activities. “No. Forget I said that. I need to know what Ron had me working on.”
“Why?”
Pulling back her sleeve she revealed the red mark that still discolored the skin on her wrist. The itching had stopped; that was good. It still felt warm to the touch. It didn’t hurt, so that was good. But she had become positive that whatever it was she had spilled on herself was the cause of her current set of problems.
No, they weren’t really problems. It would be better to describe it as…a situation. The chemical had jump started her body in two ways: she was making milk, lactating, and her libido had suddenly increased. Neither were really problems…but they could easily lead to problems. Already her casual flirtations with Jonas had turned into a full-blown affair. Her mild attraction to other women and her natural curiosity about sex with a woman had developed into a tempestuous series of encounters with Marty, the attractive grad student intern at the lab.
She had even gone to a bar and picked up a complete stranger for sex. That was wrong in every way and still she knew that if she didn’t do something about her situation, she’d do it again and not regret it at all.
“Because I’m pretty damn sure it caused me to start lactating and fucking everyone I set my eyes on.”
The marking pen that Jonas had been using paused and the paper and slowly a blot of ink started to form. He pulled back the pen and frowned at the mistake. “You can’t be serious about that.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked him as she stood stock still and put on a neutral face. “Do you want to get my tits out and suck all the milk out of me?”
Jonas gawped at her for a long, uncomfortable moment. “I don’t know how to answer that,” he told her, certa
in that any answer would be the wrong answer.
She took a step forward and flicked the switch that operated the safety hood’s ventilation fan. He started to protest her breach of safety protocols, but she silenced him with a single upraised finger and took another step closer to him, letting her natural scent penetrate into his olfactory system.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she repeated. “Do you want to get my tits out and suck all the milk out of me?”
Jonas tried to stop himself from answering, but failed after a few seconds of struggle. “Yes,” he rasped out. “I want both of those.” He was staring at her prominent breasts trying to escape her shirt which was nothing more than pale blue scrubs top. It was unclear if the two items he desired were her tits or fucking and sucking on her, but it didn’t matter.
She wanted what he wanted as well. Were her pheromones affecting her sex drive? It was impossible for Petranella to tell, but she had a little more self-control than Jonas did. She stepped back with a stuttering step. It was the only thing she could do to stop herself from ripping off her clothes and fall to the floor in an animalistic display of needing sex…and she had just fucked her husband a few hours earlier…and he had drained all the milk from her breasts.
“I want them too,” she admitted. “But not here. Not now.” She flicked the switch on the hood vent again. The fan kicked on and the airflow around them resumed. She closed her eyes for a long second and waited for some of the effects of her pheromones to waft away. Getting control of herself again, she said, “You need to ask Ron. I need to know.”
Jonas nodded in agreement. “I can do that.”
She nodded once in acknowledgment. “Good. See that you do.” She backed up to the door, unwilling to take her eyes off her occasional lover who she regarded at that moment as both a potential sex partner and a potential threat. Steeling herself once more, she inhaled deeply through her nose, opened the door, and walked away.
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