"Come on, Laura," Liz called from the bedroom, her voice muffled by the pile of clothes scattered across the floor. "We're going to be late for dinner." Laura, dressed in a loose white sundress, sat on the edge of the bed, her swollen breasts straining against the fabric. She'd been trying to get the last bit of milk out, but her body had other plans.
"I'm coming," Laura responded, her hand still under her dress, gently squeezing her nipples to ease the pressure. She had to admit, it felt a bit naughty doing this while her sister was just in the next room, but her breasts had a mind of their own these days. She could feel the milk pooling, begging for release.
As Laura entered the bedroom, Liz looked up from her own reflection in the mirror. She was already dressed in a tight red wrap-around dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her eyes fell on Laura's leaking nipples and she smirked mischievously. "Looks like someone's ready for a little fun," she said, sauntering over. Without asking, Liz leaned in and took one of Laura's nipples into her mouth, suckling gently. Laura gasped at the sudden sensation, her milk flowing freely into her sister's eager mouth. It was a strange intimacy, but one that had become surprisingly natural between them.
The doorbell rang, announcing Bob and Kevin's arrival. Liz pulled away reluctantly, swiping her tongue across her lips. "Looks like it's showtime," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Laura couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of embarrassment. She quickly adjusted her dress, trying to hide the evidence of their secret. The scent of her own milk hung heavy in the air, a sweet, musky aroma that seemed to intensify her arousal.
They arrived at the restaurant, a cozy Italian place that Liz had been raving about. The dim lights and the soft murmur of conversation created an intimate atmosphere that seemed to amplify Laura's racing heart. As they were seated at a table in the corner, Liz took the opportunity to slide her hand along Bob's thigh, her fingers dancing dangerously close to his crotch. Laura felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched Bob's eyes glaze over with desire.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Kevin's gentle touch on her shoulder. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. Laura nodded, trying to push aside the feeling. She hadn't expected to be so affected by watching her sister with another man, but the sight of Liz's hand moving beneath the table was like a call to her own desires.
"It's just this pregnancy," Laura said, her voice a little shaky. "Everything feels so... intense."
Kevin's eyes searched hers, and she knew he saw the truth. He nodded, his hand sliding casually around her shoulder. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself leaning into him, craving more contact.
Liz had slipped away from the table, her eyes glinting with mischief. Laura glanced under the tablecloth, her gaze landing on her sister's hand, deftly working at Bob's zipper. Bob's eyes were squeezed shut, his breaths coming in short gasps as Liz pulled out his hardening cock. Laura felt a pang of arousal, her own body responding to the erotic scene playing out before her.
Her attention was drawn back to Kevin when she felt his arm sneak around her waist, his hand cupping her leaking breast through the thin fabric of her dress. His thumb grazed her erect nipple, and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "Let it out." Laura looked at him, a silent question in her eyes, but the understanding in his gaze told her that he knew. He knew her secret.
The waiter arrived, a young man with a pad and pen at the ready. Laura's cheeks burned as she felt a new round of milk seep through her dress, soaking into the fabric. She hoped it wasn't noticeable. "I'll start," Kevin said, placing his order with confidence. Laura stumbled over her words, trying to focus on anything but the sensation of Kevin's hand on her breast and the sight of Liz's head bobbing up and down in Bob's lap.
With a final, noisy slurp, Liz pulled away from Bob, his cock glistening with her saliva. Laura watched in astonishment as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave the waiter a dazzling smile. "I'll have the fettuccine al funghi," she said, her voice a little hoarse. Laura felt a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment as she realized the waiter had no clue what had just happened. Or did he? He took the order without batting an eye, scribbling something on his pad before turning to Laura.
"And for the lady?" he asked politely. Laura felt Kevin's hand tighten around her waist, his thumb now stroking her nipple in small circles. Her body was on fire, the pressure in her breasts reaching a crescendo. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed relief.
"Cream for my coffee, please," Liz said, her voice a sultry purr. Laura looked at her sister, the question in her eyes. Liz nodded almost imperceptibly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Laura took a deep breath and leaned over the table, her hand reaching under her dress. She unhooked her nursing bra, her heavy breast spilling out. Kevin's eyes widened in surprise, his hand frozen mid-stroke.
With a flick of her wrist, Laura's milk sprayed into Liz's coffee, the white liquid mixing with the dark brew in a mesmerizing dance. The sound of liquid hitting porcelain filled the brief silence, and Laura felt a strange sense of power and exhibitionism. The aroma of her milk filled the air, mingling with the scents of garlic and tomato sauce. The waiter's eyes darted to the table, but he remained unfazed, scribbling away at his pad. Laura felt a rush of adrenaline and a thrill of excitement, her nipples hardening even more at the risk of being caught.
"Laura, are you okay?" Kevin's voice was low and concerned, his hand hovering in the air, unsure of what to do. She took a deep breath and met his gaze, the heat between them palpable. Without breaking eye contact, Kevin reached for the basket of warm bread on the table. Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up a crusty baguette, feeling the weight and warmth of it in his hand.
She took the loaf from his; her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly brought the bread under the table. Kevin leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Do it." Laura's cheeks flushed, but she didn't hesitate. She pushed the baguette against her soaking wet panties, the crusty exterior brushing against her swollen clit. The sensation was heavenly, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
With trembling hands, Laura slid the bread further down, the fabric of her dress bunching around her waist. The coolness of the wood against her bare skin was a stark contrast to the heat between her legs. She could feel the eyes of the other diners on her, but she didn't care. The pressure in her breasts was nothing compared to the need building inside of her.
Her breath hitched as she reached the apex of her thighs, the baguette feeling like a divine instrument of pleasure. She paused for a moment, her hand hovering above her soaked panties. Kevin's hand found hers under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Laura took a deep breath and pushed the bread inside her, feeling the delicious stretch as her body welcomed the intrusion. She couldn't believe she was doing this, in public, but she was too far gone to stop.
The bread was cool and firm, filling her up in a way she hadn't felt in weeks. Laura's eyes fluttered shut as she began to rock her hips, working the baguette in and out of her eager pussy. She could feel every ridge and bump of the bread as it rubbed against her swollen flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
Suddenly, she felt a gentle tug. Kevin's hand had found hers under the table, and with surprising strength, he pulled the bread away from her desperate grasp. Laura's eyes shot open, and she stared at him in shock. He gave her a knowing smile, his eyes dark with lust. "Not yet," he whispered, sliding her panties back into place. Laura felt a strange thrill of anticipation mixed with frustration. She was so close to the edge, but now she was forced to sit there, her need unfulfilled.
Her eyes flicked to the candle on the table, and she watched in disbelief as Bob's hand wrapped around it, a wicked glint in his eye. Liz leaned over, her dress riding up to reveal the roundness of her ass. Laura couldn't tear her gaze away as she watched her sister's cheeks part, and Bob's fingers guide the candle closer and closer to her entrance. The wax glistened in the dim light, and Laura's heart raced, her own arousal reaching new heights.
With a soft sigh, Liz pushed the candle into her ass, inch by inch, her body stretching around the waxen invader. Laura could see the candle wax smearing onto the fabric of the chair, a testament to their brazen act. Bob's eyes never left Laura's, and she felt the heat of his gaze like a brand on her skin. He was daring her, challenging her to join them.
The waiter returned with dessert menus, and Laura's eyes snapped open as if coming out of a trance. She could feel the eyes of the surrounding diners on them, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from the erotic scene unfolding beside her. "What would everyone like for dessert?" Liz asked, her voice a little breathless from the intrusion. Laura's thoughts raced, her own body aching for release.
Bob chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving Laura's chest. "How about some strawberries?" he suggested, his gaze flicking to the waiter. Laura watched as the young man's eyes widened slightly before nodding and scurrying off. She couldn't believe they were going to continue like this, in a public place, but she also couldn't ignore the thrill coursing through her body.
When the waiter returned with a plate of fresh strawberries, Bob had Laura squirt cream onto the strawberries from her leaking nipple.
Bob leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he picked up one of the strawberries, watching Laura intently. Laura felt the weight of his gaze and the heat of her own embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her as she watched him dip the fruit into the pool of milk that had formed on the plate. She was acutely aware of her own nipples, still hard and leaking through her dress.
With a deliberate slowness that made Laura's heart pound, Bob lifted the strawberry to Liz's mouth, the cream glistening in the candlelight. Liz took a bite, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, and Laura couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be the one receiving such an intimate gesture. Bob then turned to Laura, offering her a strawberry of her own, the tip coated in her sister's juices. Laura's eyes widened, but she took a deep breath and accepted it, the sweetness of the strawberry mixing with the saltiness of her milk, the combination making her knees wobble.
Bob's gaze never left Laura's as he leaned back in his chair, his hand disappearing under the table. Laura felt a sudden jolt as she realized he was sliding his fingers into Liz's wetness. She watched, mesmerized, as Liz's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming silent gasps. The tension in the air was palpable, and Laura felt her own arousal building to a fever pitch.
With a smug grin, Bob pulled his hand out, his fingers glistening with Liz's juices. Laura couldn't tear her eyes away as he picked up four plump strawberries, one by one, and inserted them into Liz's quivering pussy. The sight was erotic and shocking, and Laura felt her own pussy clench in response. Her nipples, already leaking, seemed to throb in time with her racing heartbeat.
Liz's eyes met Laura's, and she gave a little nod, the mischief in them unmistakable. Laura watched, her breath shallow, as her sister leaned back in her chair, her legs spread wide. Bob took Laura's hand, guiding it to Liz's sex, the warm, slick fruit pressing against Liz's swollen clit. Laura felt a jolt of excitement run through her as she began to move her hand, her fingers sliding in the sticky mess of cream and strawberry juice.
Her eyes locked with Liz's, Laura bent down, her mouth watering at the sight before her. She took a deep breath, the scent of her sister's arousal intoxicating. Laura struggled to get her seven-month pregnant self under the table. She reached in with her tongue and took one of the strawberries into her mouth, the taste of Liz's essence exploding on her tongue. She savored it, the sweetness mingling with the musky flavor that was uniquely Liz. Laura felt a thrill of taboo pleasure, a feeling that was only heightened by the knowing glances of the other diners.
As Laura ate the strawberries, she felt the pressure building inside her. Each stroke of her tongue against her sister's clit was like a spark to dry tinder, and she knew it wouldn't be long before Liz reached her peak. She pushed one of the fruit into Liz, feeling the warm embrace of her sister's body. The juices coated her hand, and she brought it to her own mouth to suck clean. The taste was addictive, and she found herself craving more.
The baby inside her began to stir, a gentle reminder of the life growing within her. Laura felt a sudden jolt as a particularly strong kick hit the baguette lodged in her pussy. The sensation was alien, the bread moving with the force of her baby's movement, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock. Kevin's hand found hers again, his grip tightening as he whispered, "Keep going." Laura's eyes darted to Liz, who watched her with a mix of curiosity and excitement.
Her sister's encouragement spurred Laura on. She pushed aside the last of her inhibitions and focused on the feeling of the bread moving inside her, the baby's kicks adding an unexpected layer of sensation. With each kick, the bread rubbed against her G-spot, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. Laura's breathing grew more ragged, her cheeks flushing as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure.
It was then that she felt Kevin's hand slide beneath the tablecloth, reaching under her dress. He found her soaked panties and deftly pushed aside the fabric. Laura gasped as she felt something cold and hard press against her puckered hole. It was a carrot, and without warning, he began to push it inside her, the vegetable's roughness a stark contrast to the soft bread filling her pussy. Laura's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as he worked it deeper, stretching her even more than she had been with the bread.
Kevin pulls Laura back to her seat. Her hips rocked uncontrollably in her chair, her orgasm building with every thrust of the carrot. Laura's moans grew louder, and she couldn't help but look around the restaurant, paranoid that someone would hear her. But everyone seemed too engrossed in their own conversations to notice the erotic dance happening in the corner booth. She felt a rush of exhibitionism, her arousal spiking even higher at the thought of being caught.
Her eyes searched for Liz, who was now watching her with rapt attention, her own hand buried between her legs. Laura could see the glint of candle wax on her sister's skin, and she felt a thrill of power, knowing that she was the center of this taboo display. Kevin leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice a command that sent shivers down her spine.
And then, without warning, he reached over and bit her nipple, hard. Laura's world exploded into a symphony of sensation. The pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure, and it sent her hurtling over the edge. She arched her back, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. The sounds of the restaurant faded away, replaced by the roar of blood in her ears and the pounding of her heart. Her pussy clenched around the bread, her muscles contracting in ecstasy as the carrot was pushed deeper inside her.
Her eyes squeezed shut, she couldn't hold back the scream that tore from her throat. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that she didn't care who heard or saw. Kevin's hand covered her mouth, muffling the sound, but it did nothing to diminish the force of her climax. Laura felt her body shudder, her legs quiver, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The bread was forgotten, the carrot a distant memory as her orgasm took precedence over everything else.
When she opened her eyes, she found Liz watching her with a smug smile, her own hand still buried in her panties. Laura's face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Your turn," she mouthed, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Liz winked and slid out of the booth, leading Laura to the back of the restaurant where the bathroom was located. Laura's legs felt wobbly as she followed, the bread still lodged deep in her pussy and the carrot in her ass, sending delicious little jolts of sensation with...
