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While Chip pants and mumbles, I grab Herb and turn him back on. I bring his willing mouth to my breast and Chip groans as Herb licks up his cum. When he’s done, he brings his helpful little mouth to my breast where I let him latch.

Chip watches as Herb fills up, draining my breast in just a few minutes. And when I’m empty, my other breast howls for attention. But not as much as my clit begs to be touched.

“Holy crap, Leche, that was so hot,” he breathes, tucking himself away.

I glance to Herb, his mouth sloppy from everything Chip and I have given him in the last twenty minutes. But I want to give him even more. I’ve just never done any of this with an audience.

I chew my lip but don’t stand up. Instead, I fall back on my butt with my legs out in front of me. “I’ve never let anyone watch Herb nurse, so I don’t know why this next part makes me feel anxious but…” I blink up at Chip who is watching me moreintensely than I’ve ever been watched. But with wide eyes, his body lurching forward, eager to listen, help, please.

“What?” he asks. “I can go if–”

The mere offer to leave has me trusting Chip to watch. I shake my head. “Stay. Stay and take off my pants. I need Herb right now, but I want you to watch. I want you to see why I want him to be involved with us,” I say, boldly assuming there will be an us simply because we share the same kink.

Chip drops to his knees and has my shoes and socks off in no time. Slowly he tugs off my pants, leaving nothing but my soaked panties on. He eyes the dark center, groaning. “You’re wet,” he whispers, reaching for my pussy.

I stop him. “Wait. Let Herb warm me up and you can finish me.”

He nods.

I bring Herb’s mouth to my pussy and slowly tug the damp fabric aside, exposing a thatch of curls on my mound, and glistening pink lips, swollen from need.

“Your pussy is gorgeous,” Chip murmurs, leaning in to take a deep lungful. I let him smell my arousal, because no one has ever done that before. It’s hot being able to turn a man on so much with my body.

Spreading my legs, I press Herb’s mouth to my clit, cast Chip a headlong glance, then turn him on. The roar of the machine startles Chip, and my legs threaten to snap shut at the feel of the first few, aggressive sucks, but I fight it. I keep my legs wide as Herb destroys my clit in the best ways, making my toes curl in under thirty seconds.

“I’m close, Herb, baby,” I groan, stroking my fingers along his ribbed tubing. I look at Chip who is just a foot away, staring at where Herb and I connect, where he sucks my pussy like it’s his job.

“Switch, boys,” I tell them, “switch and let Chip finish me with his fingers.”

I cast Herb aside in the throes of passion, grabbing Chip’s hand and bringing it to my clit. “Two fingers,” I breathe, the orgasm unspooling in my belly, getting ready to shake me to my core. “Right here,” I guide Chip further, telling him to stroke up and down my clit the way I like when I’m masturbating.

He follows my orders like a good boy, making me surrender to an explosive orgasm in under ten strokes.

“Yes, oh Herb, oh Chip!” I scream, the names of the men who wrecked my pussy, loving how they echo through the empty bookshop. “Yes, yes, yes!” I scream, my head falling back as Chip’s hand falls away. A moment later, I hear Herb come to life, and when I look I see Chip guiding Herb to lick up the gushing mess between my legs.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathe, staring at the liquid sitting atop the tightly woven carpet. “I… made a mess.”

“You gushed, you squirted, I don’t know what to call it but it was hot Leche,” he says, moving Herb around to drink up every drop of my orgasm. I can’t help but notice he’s hard again, a massive bulge pressing against the fly of his jeans.

He turns Herb off and strokes his long pointer finger around his mouth. “You were great tonight, Herb,” he comments.

I look at my two guys and I know, whether Herb and I just met Chip or not, we’re fated to be together.

It’s too perfect for it to be a mistake.

6

Chip

Was that real?

That was definitely real.

To be sure, I shuck down my jeans and boxers with the shower running and the bathroom door locked, and lick my thumb, dragging it down the length of my shaft. Pressing mythumb to my tongue, my eyes close as the faint traces of sweet milk makes my face tingle.

I can still taste her on my cock.

It was definitely real.

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