Ruined By The Coby Twins

Secret Lactation Service 2

BRIDGET'S POV

Of course he said yes.

So I took him by the hand and walked him to the living room.

He followed like the horny mess he was. His robe still hanging open. c**k swinging heavy and thick between his legs. His eyes on my breasts the entire way down the hall like he was afraid they might disappear if he looked away.

I pushed him gently onto the couch.

And he sat. Looked up at me. His chest was actually rising and falling faster than normal and his hands were shaking slightly when he reached for me… why wouldn't they?

He was just nineteen and already physically living his wet dreams.

And somehow that made the ache between my legs worse not better.

Then I kneeled in front of him.

"Have you done this before?" I asked.

He shook his head… honest at least.

"Then let me show you." I took both his hands and placed them on my breasts. His palms were warm and he gripped instinctively, squeezing. And I inhaled sharply because the pressure after weeks of nobody touching them was almost too much to process.

Milk immediately beaded at both n*****s.

"Squeeze them together," I instructed. "Around your cock."

His hands pressed my breasts together around his shaft and he made a sound from somewhere deep in his chest that he had clearly not been expecting to make.

"f**k," he breathed. "Bridget, that feels…"

"Oh yeah" I moaned.

I squeezed my n*****s and milk ran down both sides of his c**k in warm streams, coating him, coating my breasts. The whole obscene scene becoming immediately slicker and filthier than it already was.

His grip tightened. His c**k pulsed between my breasts.

"f**k! Your milk…" He looked down at his own massive c**k disappearing between my even larger milky breasts. His eyes full of greed. "f**k, that's so…"

"Start moving," I said.

And he thrust.

The slick warmth of my milk made the friction slurp and the sound it made was wet and filthy and loud in the quiet living room.

I pressed my breasts harder around him and he thrust again harder and I rolled back my head from the sensation of it.

The pressure of his hands squeezing my breasts was sending electricity straight through my chest and pooling between my legs and I was soaking through my underwear from nothing more than kneeling here letting him use my breasts.

“Oh f**k Ted… just like that. f**k my milking t**s…”

This was exactly what I had been needing.

Not Charles's polite hands. Not my own fingers at 2am.

This!

A horny nineteen year old with his c**k between my breasts and his hands squeezing hard enough to make my eyes water and milk running everywhere neither of us was going to clean up until much later.

Then I dropped my head and took the fat tip of his c**k in my mouth on his next thrust.

And he nearly jerked off the couch.

"Oh f**k! Bridget…"

I bobbed my mouth and my breasts simultaneously.

Rocking into him while my tongue swirled across his tip every time he pushed forward. Saliva and milk and the bead of pre-c*m at his slit mixing into something that ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. Obscene sounds filling the living room. His grip tightening with every stroke.

"I can't… Oh I'm gonna c*m already!" His voice was strained, young and completely wrecked.

And I pulled my mouth off him.

Pop!

"Not yet," I said.

And he made a dirty desperate sound.

I worked my breasts around him slowly, denying him the pace he wanted. Watching his jaw go tight with the effort of holding back.

His hands squeezed harder and the sensation shot through my n*****s and straight down between my thighs and I ground my knees together on the floor.

"Please," he begged. "Bridget, please…"

"Beg properly!"

"f**k! Please, please let me c*m on your t**s. I need to c*m on them, please…"

Fuck!

I took him back in my mouth and thrust hard and fast this time. No more teasing. My breasts slapping together around his shaft and my mouth deepthroating him as far as my throat would allow. And he grabbed the back of my head with both hands, groaning through his teeth trying to stay quiet.

"I'm cumming… f**k I'm…"

Ted came hard across my breasts. Thick ropes of it landing across both my breasts. Across my collarbone. One landing on my chin as his c**k pulsed while I kept stroking him through every wave. Squeezing my n*****s so milk ran down to mix with everything else in a warm filthy slide across my chest.

“Oh yes…fuck!” I said. Smiling at the mess we created.

I licked what I could reach.

Tasted the salt of his c*m mixed with the sweetness of my own milk. And I licked my fingers clean while he sat there destroyed, watching me do it.

Then…

He grabbed me.

Both hands on my waist, hauling me up off my knees onto his lap before I had finished processing that he had moved.

And I straddled him facing forward and his mouth found my breast immediately.

Latching on with a hunger that had not been satisfied by anything that has been happening for the past fifteen minutes.

I was too stunned to speak.

And he sucked…

Deeply. Rhythmically. His arms locked around me so tight I could not move even if I wanted to… which I did not want to.

My head dropped back as warm milk flooded into his mouth and he swallowed and pulled for more. And the pleasure from it ran from my n****e to my c**t in one direct atrocious line.

"Ted…" I pressed my hips down against his c**k. Still hard. Still thick and warm and present between my thighs with only my thin underwear between us. "Ted, you have to stop!"

He switched breasts without letting go and sucked harder.

"Oh… oh f**k…" I was grinding on him now without deciding to. My hips rolling against his c**k while his mouth pulled at my n****e. And his arms kept me pinned… too strong for someone his age.

I could feel my body winding up to a brekin point.

"I'm just helping my brother," he murmured against my breast. "He's not doing his job… so I am."

"Shut up," I breathed. Rolling harder. "Shut up and don't stop."

He sucked. I ground. Milk spilled from his mouth down his chin onto his chest. My thighs were shaking. My c**t was pressed against the base of his c**k through my underwear and every movement was pure pleasure.

The sucking on my breast was too much.

And the pressure was too much.

And the fact that this was Charles's nineteen year old brother was too much.

And I came suddenly and hard with my face buried in his hair and my scream muffled against his shoulder.

Ecstasy crashing through me while I convulsed on his lap. Yet, he kept his mouth sealed on my n****e and drank every drop I gave him.

Then I turned.

The baby monitor sat silent on the table beside us.

And I breathed.

Ted swallowed. Pressed a kiss to my wet n****e. Looked up at me.

"Is that helping?" he asked, almost innocently.

But I could not immediately form words.

Fuck!