Page 10 of Milky

There’s a moment where the dots don’t bounce on the screen and I think she’s not going to reply, that the whole thing was something I made up in my head and when I unlock my phone again, the entire text will be gone. A figment of my lonely, horny, twisted imagination.

But Leche responds, saving me from despair. Something she’s clearly good at.

Sounds good, calling now.

The screen comes to life a moment later and with my phone propped up against my handsoap dispenser, pointed toward my shower with the curtain pulled back, I stand beneath the spray and wait. Her image is mostly pixels as the call connects, and asecond later the screen is filled with her beautiful face. Her long hair is strewn across the pillow she’s lying on, the sheet pulled up over her breasts.

“Good morning,” she yawns, the sheet coming down, exposing her hard, pink nipples.

After a pump of body wash, I stroke myself, hard and happy first thing in the morning. But even happier with Leche’s full breasts on display.

“Your breasts look so…” I trail off, leaning toward the screen as bubbles gather at my groin, my fist picking up pace.

“Full. They’re full in the morning,” she says, yawning again. “Thought you could see how I spend the first hour of my day.”

I reach for the shampoo, grabbing the bottle and squirting some in my hair without taking my eyes off the screen. “Please,” I say, saliva pooling under my tongue at the sight of her. “Show me.”

She giggles. “You just put body wash in your hair, Chip.”

I shake my head. “Who cares, show me.”

Another soft giggle tests me as I stroke my cock, still staring at the screen. She moves around some, repositioning until the phone is steady again. She’s on her side with Herb next to her, under the sheets. She moves his mouth to one of her breasts, then looks across the pillow to me, where her phone is propped on its side. I feel like I’m there, and watching Herb sealed to her tit makes me stroke faster, knowing what that lucky sucker is feeling.

Soft, warm breast and sweet, thick milk.

“In a dream world, I wake up and my lover kisses my neck,” she says softly, pushing hair off her shoulder to expose the sleek slope of her neck. Her other hand still holds Herb’s circular mouth over her areola and nipple. He’s not sucking but apparently warming and I can now officially say I’m jealous of a vacuum.

She skims her fingers against her throat as her eyes flutter closed. “Then he’d kiss his way down my collarbone,” she whispers, her voice getting raspy. “And scoop up my breast gently, because it hurts when it’s so full,” she says, my hands now stacked on top of my soapy head in an effort not to blow my load before anything has happened.

Reaching out, she turns Herb on, and lets out a low, relieved moan as her breast gets tugged into the vacuum. “Then he’d get to work, easing the fullness I hold for him, suckling at me and drinking me, all while he lets me stroke him and make him feel good, too.”

She knocks the sheet all the way down, exposing the rest of her naked body. “But since you’re not here and Herb only has a mouth, I’m gonna touch myself and think about touching you.” Her eyes open, and she narrows her gaze at the screen.

“Jack off, Chip, now,” she commands, her eyes falling shut as I bring my hand to my dick and follow her orders.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, “I’m just… so close already.” I groan as I pump my hard cock, my balls heavy and hot. “I can’t wait until I’m there with you, waking you up the way you deserve.”

She moans as she plunges two fingers into herself, the shine of her arousal clear as day through the phone. The other hand moves Herb to her other breast, and I watch and jack as milk streams down her used breast, nipple nearly purple.

“You’d drain both sides and then make a mess in the sheet between us, coming everywhere for me, wouldn’t you Chip?” she moans, both of our arms moving fast as Herb’s monotonous groan fills the line.

“I would,” I tell her. Another pump and I know I'm close, so I tell her. “Leche, I’m gonna come.”

Her eyes fly open and she flicks Herb off, letting his open, wet mouth fall to the mattress. With both used, exposed nipplesleaking streams of milk, she stares at me, still touching her pussy.

“Come with me, Chippy,” she moans.

Her breasts bounce as she fingers herself faster and harder, and I watch as milk drips and rolls, the bedsheets catching what I can’t since I’m not there. I jack and pump until she’s screaming and I’m moaning, and through the ether, we share a messy orgasm.

Milk coats her sheets and between her thighs is wet and messy. My shower walls are painted in cum, and my fist, too. We stay on the line as we clean up, me finishing my shower, her quickly changing her sheets and emptying Herb into the sink.

“See you tonight,” she says softly after I thank her and Herb for inviting me to their morning routine.

“See you,” I say, smiling, hitting end.

I’m picking them up at her place tonight, and taking them to a very nice restaurant. I hope Herb cleans up nice.

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