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 There was an awkwardness by the end of the day. An awkwardness that came
after three fuckings, but an awkwardness nonetheless. After Joe had
emptied every ounce of sperm and semen into Kim's desperate pussy, both of
their heated desires had waned, and the two new lovers sat staring at each
other from across opposite ends of the couch.
They were nude, and as Kim rose to check on her sleeping newborn, Joe
scrounged for his clothing even though Kim still seemed perfectly
comfortable to display the naked body Joe had come to know so well. But,
seeing Joe cover himself made Kim regain a little modesty. She bent over
to grab her short robe, hear huge breasts dangling once again deliciously
in front of Joe. But his cock was spent. It stirred slightly at the
milk-filled nipples, but failed to harden.
"I love my husband."
It was the first words either of them had spoken since they first began
their first sexual romp.
"I know." Joe answered emptily. The realization he had plundered his best
friend's woman for the second time was seeping into his brain.
"I, I don't know how to explain what happened."
"You don't have to."
"It's just that, since I've been nursing, I." she paused. Either what she
had to say was hard to find words for or was simply embarrassing. "I get
aroused. I get these desires."
Joe looked at her curiously.
"I get so turned on." She continued. "And, I saw you. looking at me. At
my breasts."
Joe blushed and turned away.
"It's ok, I wanted you to look. I, I wanted you."
"And God, I wanted you."
"I wanted you to suck on my breasts. To suck on my milk. It's like a
fever I get when they become full, and the baby only fuels my want. I need
a man to suckle, a man to satisfy me." She sighed. "Bill won't do it.
suck on my breasts. he doesn't like the milk. But that's what I need.
Before we have sex."
Joe began to think Kim was perhaps a little disturbed -- at least perverted
- but it was to his benefit. He went over to her, opened her robe, and
leaned in to kiss her.
"No." she said softly.
"No?"
"We have to stop. I haven't even been married a year. Bill is your best
friend. We have to stop."
So that was the decision. Despite Joe's currently limp cock, he knew it
would soon rage again with desire for Kim's tits and cunt. He kindly
informed her he could no longer come over for breakfast. She understood.
The next time Joe saw Kim was at her adoring husband's side. Joe wasn't as
talkative as he should have been, as the guilt of fucking his best friends
wife prayed heavily upon his thoughts. He thought again of the college
incident in which he had seduced his girlfriend at the time, how his cock
was buried in her cunt when Bill discovered them. Her panties were still
on, just pushed aside for Joe's cock to enter. Her body was wrapped around
him in an embrace of welcome and pleasure. There was no doubt their sex
was one of mutual lust, and Bill held each of them accountable. He had
loved her, just as his love for Kim now showed clearly in every action he
took around her. Now Joe had once again fucked his friends woman. Not
just once, but three times. In addition he had stolen the infants
nourishment from its mother's breasts.
Kim was cordial, but not as friendly as she had been even before she
seduced Joe with her half-open robe. She was dressed in a blouse, but it
was buttoned-up completely. Joe wasn't sure if she was hiding her favorite
assets from his eyes to keep him controlled, or if it was to control
herself. Perhaps it was some of both.
The group was picnicking in a nearby park. Joe, Bill, Kim, and the child.
The sky was overcast, and few people were about as they sat on a park bench
and devoured their lunches. The talk turned to old times, with Joe and
Bill dominating the conversation. Joe started to laugh and reminded
himself that he was a good friend in every way except honoring the bonds
Bill made with his women. But he would honor them from this point on, he
was sure of it.
The two men talked for quite some time, and didn't even notice the cries of
the baby as it began to hunger. Bill didn't even notice as Kim began
unbuttoning her blouse.
But Joe did.
Kim had turned from them, but he could clearly see the motions of her right
arm unbuttoning the buttons she held in her left hand. He recognized the
motions of Kim's hands then moving to the clasp of her bra, and her left
breast being removed from the tender cup.
Joe's cock hardened.
A flush came over him, and though fighting his thoughts with all his mental
strength, he knew he wanted to fuck her again. Kim brought the baby's
mouth to her tit, and Joe could taste the sweet milk on his own lips. The
sweet nipple in his mouth, and the softness of the breast tissue against
his own skin.
Bill had been talking, but looked over his shoulder when he noticed Joe's
eyes had become fixated. It's the breast-feeding he thought to himself,
squashing the thought he didn't want to think. He is captivated by the
simple act of breast-feeding. Nothing more. He convinced himself in an
instant, not willing to allow the worse thought to run amok in his brain.
That Joe was aroused by his wife. That he wanted to fuck her.
"Kind of a weird thing, huh?" Bill asked his friend.
"What? Oh yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to stare." But he did.
"Oh don't worry about it. I stared the first twenty times she did it.
It's just so amazing. The baby cries, she pops out her tit, shoves it in
his mouth, and he's happy."
Who wouldn't be? Joe thought to himself. It sure made me happy!
Kim didn't answer the conversation. She hummed lightly to herself as the
baby suckled. She seemed completely locked except for a slight rocking
motion. Joe knew what she was doing. She was controlling her lust. He
imagined her pussy was throbbing, that her nipples were burning, especially
the right, unused one. She even switched the bay to that nipple, removing
the breast of the bra and nearly shoving the baby to it in a desperate
attempt to balance the sensations. She was desperate for his attention,
even if she wouldn't admit it. She was desperate.
A spurt of milk shot from her right breast. Kim gasped and jostled a
moment as a second stream shot forth. She maneuvered the baby into her
left arm and bent her right in order to clasp her fingers to the unruly
nipple.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Bill exclaimed.
"Milk was dripping through Kim's finger's, she had to turn to put the baby
on the table, and the motion brought her breasts into the view of the men.
Joe thought his cock was going to explode. He quickly looked away,
however, the image was burned in his mind. Bill helped his wife drain her
breasts, then helped her pull her bra back on and re-button her blouse.
When Joe finally turned back around, Kim was dressed again, but streaks of
milk ran down her blouse. He needed to cum.
"I'm gonna run to the men's room." He breathed, and got up. "Need me to
bring any towels?"
"Yeah, would you mind?" Bill asked, smiling.
"No problem."
Joe practically ran to the bathrooms. Just as he hoped, they were empty.
He went into the stall, dropped his pants, and clasped his hand around his
cock. I'm gonna cum quick. He thought. He need to, he needed to ease his
aching cock with the images of Kim's breasts and their milk still fresh in
his mind. His hand glided smoothly over his shaft for a minute. Until.
"Joe?"
It was Kim's voice! Joe stopped masturbating and fumbled with his jeans.
Be fore he got rezipped, Kim had opened the door to his stall.
"Joe?"
Kim had unbuttoned her blouse. Her hands were undoing the clasp of the
bra. It wasn't his identity she was asking for, it was a favor.
Joe leaped up and buried his face in Kim's chest. Their bodies pushed
backwards, against the bathroom wall, as Joe fumbled with the clasp. He
freed her breasts. They bounced needingly into the open, and Joe clamped
his mouth on her right nipple.
The milk streamed once again down his throat. Kim cried out, but covered
her mouth as she knew her husband was still at the picnic table. He had
thought she was going to the ladies room, and she made sure he didn't see
her as she entered the men's instead. Now she only hoped that her fever
could be relieved quickly, so they could return.
Joe sucked hard on her breast, and squeezed the other nipple. Kim squirmed
at his touch, and moaned in a sexual rhythm that drove Joe wild. Still
sucking on her breast, he maneuvered both hands to Kim's shorts. He undid
the zipper, but was stopped by Kim's hands.
"No, we can't!" she breathed.
Joe pulled the zipper lower, she was wearing sheer white panties.
"I need to, of god I need to fuck you!"
"No, we can't! Bill - I love him! I can't!"
Joe pulled his mouth from her breast.
"What are you doing? Don't stop!" Kim wailed.
"Fuck me."
"Joe, please. I'm married. I can't do that again."
Joe leaned into her, and rubbed his palm against her engorged nipple. "You
want me to suck off your tits, but not fuck me. I think Bill would be
upset either way."
"You could get me pregnant!" she cried.
Joe ignored her and shoved his hand down her shorts. He then squeezed hard
on her nipple, squirting milk out like a fountain.
"Your pussy is soaking. And it's not from milk. Sucking on your breasts
alone isn't enough. You know that. You told me that. You need my cock in
you, too."
Kim whimpered and nodded.
"Make it fast." She said. "Make it good."
Joe ripped her shorts down. He started at her naked breasts dangling and
dripping over her see-through, dripping panties as he dropped his own
shorts and boxers. He lunged forward, on his knees, and began licking at
her cunt as he pulled her panties down. Kim was squealing.
Joe stood up and rammed his cock once more into his best friends wife. Kim
covered her mouth to muffle the sound of her ecstatic cry. She wrapped her
arms around her lover, and pulled him inside her. Joe humped, then slid
his hand between them. He breast, sizable as it was, made it easy to
squeeze upwards and bring the nipple into his mouth.
He drank Kim's milk as he ravaged her pussy. He felt Kim tremble as her
orgasm took hold. Her hips thrust quickly against his as her body finally
released the desire that had been building from the first twinge in her
breast caused by the filling milk.
Joe thrusted in her rapidly. He fucked his best friends wife as though she
was his own woman, and came in her as if she were meant to receive his and
only his sperm.
Joe returned to the bench first. His eyes avoided that of his friends and
instead on a newly-arrived group of volleyball players. Kim came back a
few moments later, her blouse still damp from streams of milk.
"Feel better?" her husband asked.
"Yes." She said, her eyes also avoiding her husband's.
They had agreed once again that they couldn't go on fucking. But as they
sat near Bill, and near each other, their bodies still trembling from their
recent sex, they new that their promise would probably be broken again.
End Of Chapter 1
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