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Authors: Lyla Luray
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I'm heading out now."
"Oh, crap!" I gasped, pushing Kyle away. His
mouth came off my nipple with a soft wet pop! His eyes
looked up at me dazedly. "Martin's coming upstairs!" I hissed. "Go
over there by the rocking chair and pretend to be fixing it."
I shoved him toward the chair and looked down
at myself. My breasts were still leaking copious amounts of milk,
apparently in response to Kyle's avid attentions. My gaze fell on
my breast pump, on the table next to Oscar's crib. Hurriedly, I
snatched it up and attached it to myself, then dashed out the door
into the upstairs hallway.
Martin was just stepping onto the landing.
His jaw dropped a little at the sight of me pumping. "Oh, sorry,
honey. Didn't realize you were, uh, doing that."
I hoped it excused my disheveled appearance
in his mind. "It's okay, Martin," I said. "I just started. Are you
heading to work now?"
He nodded, and I went up to him and gave him
a kiss, which he returned stiffly before stepping carefully away
from me. He peered through the open doorway of the nursery, where
Kyle was bent over the rocking chair, his back to us.
"How long will he be, do you think?" Martin
asked.
"I don't know. I have some other things
around the house that need doing." Like me .
"Well, give me a call if you need
anything."
I couldn't read the look on his face, but I
gave him a sunny smile. "Will do. Have a good day, sweetie!"
I waved to him as he disappeared down the
stairs, then waited until I heard the front door shut and his car
leave the driveway.
Kyle grabbed me as soon as I got back to the
nursery. "Don't pump out anything ," he said. "I want it
all."
I smiled and detached the pump, letting it
fall to the floor. "Go ahead and take it, baby."
He walked backward, hands on my hips, and sat
in the rocking chair, guiding me down to straddle him. The chair
moved with our weight, throwing me forward onto him so that my
breasts smushed against his face, and I giggled.
I pulled my robe off the rest of the way and
tossed it next to the breast pump. Now I was naked except for my
tiny panties. I could see from the way Kyle gazed up at me that he
appreciated the view.
"Mmm," he murmured, bending his head to lap
at each nipple in turn. I watched the milk spread onto his tongue
before it disappeared inside his mouth. His throat worked as he
swallowed. His lips were hot and wet and I could feel his breath
washing over my sensitive skin.
I cupped my breasts and lifted them for
better access. He kept his hands on my hips, stabilizing me as the
chair gently rocked us. I let my eyes fall shut again and just
reveled in the feel of his lips and tongue playing with my
sensitive nipples, licking and swirling and suckling. The feel of
the milk leaving me, and the knowledge that he craved it so
intensely, only added to my pleasure.
Whenever Kyle left one nipple alone, the milk
would continue to flow, streaming down my torso. It soaked my
panties so that the front triangle darkened and clung to me. The
smell of my mingled juices came up between us, sweet and heady and
rich.
"God, I want to lick you all over," Kyle
breathed.
"Why don't you?" I invited.
He lifted me up onto my knees so that my
belly rose closer to his mouth, and licked up the streams of milk
with long strokes of his tongue. It tickled a little bit, but at
the same time his desperation made me arch my back sensuously.
Kyle's strong arms kept holding me securely, and my pussy, still
covered in wet cloth, dragged against his chest. Fire ignited at
the contact.
When he'd licked my body clean he lifted me
out of the chair and lay down on the floor, underneath me. I knelt
over him and leaned down, letting my heavy, pendulous breasts drip
milk directly into his open mouth.
But then he guided me further up his body, so
that I knelt over his face.
"I want to taste your pussy," Kyle whispered.
"I love the way it tastes when you're all wet and your milk mixes
in."
"Oh, God!" I gasped.
He snapped the fragile string of my
"Oh, crap!" I gasped, pushing Kyle away. His
mouth came off my nipple with a soft wet pop! His eyes
looked up at me dazedly. "Martin's coming upstairs!" I hissed. "Go
over there by the rocking chair and pretend to be fixing it."
I shoved him toward the chair and looked down
at myself. My breasts were still leaking copious amounts of milk,
apparently in response to Kyle's avid attentions. My gaze fell on
my breast pump, on the table next to Oscar's crib. Hurriedly, I
snatched it up and attached it to myself, then dashed out the door
into the upstairs hallway.
Martin was just stepping onto the landing.
His jaw dropped a little at the sight of me pumping. "Oh, sorry,
honey. Didn't realize you were, uh, doing that."
I hoped it excused my disheveled appearance
in his mind. "It's okay, Martin," I said. "I just started. Are you
heading to work now?"
He nodded, and I went up to him and gave him
a kiss, which he returned stiffly before stepping carefully away
from me. He peered through the open doorway of the nursery, where
Kyle was bent over the rocking chair, his back to us.
"How long will he be, do you think?" Martin
asked.
"I don't know. I have some other things
around the house that need doing." Like me .
"Well, give me a call if you need
anything."
I couldn't read the look on his face, but I
gave him a sunny smile. "Will do. Have a good day, sweetie!"
I waved to him as he disappeared down the
stairs, then waited until I heard the front door shut and his car
leave the driveway.
Kyle grabbed me as soon as I got back to the
nursery. "Don't pump out anything ," he said. "I want it
all."
I smiled and detached the pump, letting it
fall to the floor. "Go ahead and take it, baby."
He walked backward, hands on my hips, and sat
in the rocking chair, guiding me down to straddle him. The chair
moved with our weight, throwing me forward onto him so that my
breasts smushed against his face, and I giggled.
I pulled my robe off the rest of the way and
tossed it next to the breast pump. Now I was naked except for my
tiny panties. I could see from the way Kyle gazed up at me that he
appreciated the view.
"Mmm," he murmured, bending his head to lap
at each nipple in turn. I watched the milk spread onto his tongue
before it disappeared inside his mouth. His throat worked as he
swallowed. His lips were hot and wet and I could feel his breath
washing over my sensitive skin.
I cupped my breasts and lifted them for
better access. He kept his hands on my hips, stabilizing me as the
chair gently rocked us. I let my eyes fall shut again and just
reveled in the feel of his lips and tongue playing with my
sensitive nipples, licking and swirling and suckling. The feel of
the milk leaving me, and the knowledge that he craved it so
intensely, only added to my pleasure.
Whenever Kyle left one nipple alone, the milk
would continue to flow, streaming down my torso. It soaked my
panties so that the front triangle darkened and clung to me. The
smell of my mingled juices came up between us, sweet and heady and
rich.
"God, I want to lick you all over," Kyle
breathed.
"Why don't you?" I invited.
He lifted me up onto my knees so that my
belly rose closer to his mouth, and licked up the streams of milk
with long strokes of his tongue. It tickled a little bit, but at
the same time his desperation made me arch my back sensuously.
Kyle's strong arms kept holding me securely, and my pussy, still
covered in wet cloth, dragged against his chest. Fire ignited at
the contact.
When he'd licked my body clean he lifted me
out of the chair and lay down on the floor, underneath me. I knelt
over him and leaned down, letting my heavy, pendulous breasts drip
milk directly into his open mouth.
But then he guided me further up his body, so
that I knelt over his face.
"I want to taste your pussy," Kyle whispered.
"I love the way it tastes when you're all wet and your milk mixes
in."
"Oh, God!" I gasped.
He snapped the fragile string of my
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