Another boring Church Sunday afternoon. I was zoning out in that stuffy sacrament hall, some guy droning on about eternal families, when my phone buzzed hard against my thigh. My stomach flipped the second I saw the message.

Mother’s room. So plugged up it hurts. Leaking bad. Come now.

My cock stiffened instantly, pressing against my slacks. Helping Sarah with her full tits had become this secret, addictive rush since the baby. I mumbled something about stretching my legs and slipped out during the hymn, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the music.

The second I pushed the mother’s room door open, that thick, sweet milk scent hit me like a wave. Sarah sat slumped on the couch, blouse hanging open, her heavy, swollen tits leaking everywhere. Her nipples were dark and shiny. But Emily—tan, quiet, whose husband had been gone for eight months—was latched on tight, cheeks hollowing with desperate pulls. Soft, broken whimpers slipped out of her as milk dripped down her chin onto her shirt.

“Jesus… fuck,” I choked, stepping in fast and locking the door with shaky hands.

Emily’s eyes shot up to mine. She didn’t stop. She sucked harder, drawing a loud, shaky moan from Sarah. My wife’s head dropped back, lips parted, fingers twisting tight in Emily’s hair.

“He’s already throbbing,” Emily gasped around the nipple, finally letting it pop free. Milk sprayed messily across her lips. “Look at him… Sarah wasn’t lying about that uncircumcised cock. God, I can see it straining in his pants. You’re pulsing just watching me drink her, aren’t you?”

Sarah’s face burned red, eyes glassy as she yanked my tie, pulling me close. “Baby—please. I’ve been aching so bad… Emily’s trying, but it’s not you. I need your mouth, your hands… your cock. I’m so full it hurts. I can’t—fuck, I can’t think straight anymore.”

I stumbled forward, voice cracking. “What the hell is this? You two… you’re both shaking. How long—”

Emily wiped her mouth but only smeared milk across her cheek, breathing fast. “I couldn’t stop. Her milk is so warm and sweet, and I’ve been so empty… my husband’s gone, and I needed this so bad I was crying earlier. But now—” Her eyes locked on my bulge, hungry, ashamed, and eager. “I need more. Show him, Sarah. Let me show him how to really help you. Let him watch.”

Sarah pulled my face down, kissing me sloppy and frantic, her tongue pushing in like she was starving. Her leaking tits pressed wet and hot against my shirt, soaking through. “Help us,” she whimpered against my mouth, voice breaking. “I’m so swollen… touch me. Feel how drenched I already am just from her sucking.”

Emily’s hands tore at my belt, trembling. “Let me see it. Please. I’ve heard everything… how it looks, how the skin moves. I want it in my hand—in my mouth—” She pulled me free and moaned, wrecked. “Fuck… It’s even better. So heavy. Still covered, all slick… so dirty for church. I’m getting wet just holding you.”

She stroked me with a firm, slow grip, then latched back onto Sarah’s other breast. Sarah cried out, back arching. “Emily—not so hard. I’m gonna spray—oh God, yes, like that—!”

Warm milk jetted out, soaking Emily’s neck and dripping right onto my cock while she pumped. I dropped to my knees, dizzy, fingers shoving up Sarah’s skirt. She was soaked. Two fingers slid in easily, and she bucked hard, sobbing.

“You both smell so desperate,” I growled, voice raw. “You love her drinking you while I finger your sloppy cunt?”

“Yes—harder—deeper,” Sarah gasped, gripping my hair tight. “Emily, don’t stop. Feed from me while he fucks you. I want to watch you take him.”

Emily pulled off, gasping, her lips shiny and eyes wild. “Me first. Please. Eight months… I’m losing my mind every night.” Her voice cracked, obsessive. “But first… let us take care of you. I need these tits wrapped around your cock. I need to spray on you.”

Sarah nodded quickly, eyes flashing possessively. “Yes. Let’s soak him. He loves it when I spray all over it.”

They pressed their swollen breasts together around my throbbing length—soft, hot, and slippery. The sudden heat ripped a groan out of me. Sarah slid up first, squeezing, sending warm jets spraying across my head and foreskin. “Feel that, baby? All that milk just for your thick cock… you’re twitching so bad for us.”

Emily pressed tighter, her tan tits squeezing from the side. “Spray more for him, Sarah. Look how obsessed he is.” She squeezed too, and her milk shot out hot, mixing with Sarah’s, running messily down my shaft and dripping off my balls. The warmth, the slickness, their eager eyes on my face—I was drowning.

“Shit—both of you—keep leaking on me,” I rasped.

Emily leaned down and sucked my head into her mouth, tongue swirling under the foreskin while they kept working me with their tits. Sarah dropped down too, licking the milk trails on my shaft. Their tongues slid together around me, sloppy and eager.

“He tastes so good with our milk,” Sarah breathed, pulling off with spit and milk strings connecting her lips to my cock. “Deeper, Emily. Take more. He’s ours right now.”

Emily gagged softly, eyes watering, but locked on mine. “Use them harder.” They squeezed tighter. I started thrusting between their pressed breasts, the wet, milky friction making me shake as they kept leaking everywhere, soaking us.

“Take my tits, baby,” Sarah begged, voice cracking with shame and hunger. “They’re so full for you… mine are bigger right now. Use them while she drinks from me.”

Emily latched back onto Sarah’s nipple, sucking hard and making Sarah spray violently across my cock. I was losing control.

“I need to fuck you,” I growled suddenly.

Emily shoved her skirt up, no panties, her pussy glistening. “Please… I’m so empty it aches. Put it in. Stretch me. I’ve been fantasizing about this cock for weeks.”

I rubbed my milk-slick cock against her and thrust deep.

“Fuuuuck—!” Emily wailed, the sound muffled as Sarah yanked her back to her tit. “It’s so thick… stretching me—oh God, I’m clenching so hard. Harder. Fuck me like I’m yours now.”

I pounded her raw, skin slapping wet, milk spraying with every thrust. Sarah watched, jealous fire in her eyes, fingers working herself.

“Look at you taking him so deep,” Sarah whispered, trembling. “My husband’s cock is buried in your married pussy. Feels better than his, doesn’t it? Tell him. Beg him.”

Emily pulled off, gasping. “Yes—fuck—so much better. He’s hitting spots I forgot. Don’t stop. Breed me. I want your load so deep I taste it. You’re both mine now. I need this every week, or I’ll break.”

I gripped her hips hard. “You’re so fucking tight. Greedy church wife. Love stealing my cock while she feeds you?”

Sarah kissed me messily, then kissed Emily deeply, tongues sliding while I railed her. “Cum in her, baby. Fill her. Mark her so she leaks you all service.”

Emily shattered, biting Sarah’s breast, milk squirting across my chest. Her pussy clenched viciously around me. I buried deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes into her, so much that it pushed out around my cock.

We collapsed, sweaty and trembling, the room thick with milk, sex, and heavy breathing.

Sarah’s eyes still burned. She pushed Emily onto her back. “Don’t move. I need to clean you.”

Emily whimpered, legs spread, my cum dripping from her swollen pussy. “Sarah… you don’t—”

“I want to,” Sarah cut her off, crawling between her thighs, voice low and possessive. “I want to taste my husband leaking out of you. You took him so good… let me.”

Emily’s hands fisted in Sarah’s hair as my wife licked slowly up her messy folds, sucking my cum. Emily moaned brokenly. “Oh fuck… your tongue—slower, yes. Drink it all. Taste how deep he filled me.”

Sarah looked up at me, lips shiny, eyes glassy. “He tastes so good mixed with you. Warm. Thick. You’re gonna leak him the whole second half, aren’t you?”

Emily nodded fast, hips twitching. “Yes… keep going. I’m getting close again. We’re so fucked… but I need both of you. Every Sunday.”

Sarah hummed and sucked harder, then pulled back and kissed Emily deep, sharing it all. Their mouths moved messily, tongues sliding, my cum stretching between their lips in thick, glistening strings. Emily moaned into it, desperate, like she couldn’t get enough.

Sarah broke the kiss just enough to look at her, eyes wild and glassy. “You taste him? Taste how deep he came inside you?” She scooped more of my cum leaking from Emily’s swollen pussy with her fingers and pushed it between Emily’s lips. “Here… take it. Swallow what my husband gave you.”

Emily whimpered, sucking Sarah’s fingers clean, then suddenly grabbed Sarah’s face and kissed her harder, pushing the warm load back into my wife’s mouth. “Mmm—taste him on me… he filled me so full. Your husband’s cum… It’s mine now too.”

They kept going, trading it back and forth in sloppy, broken kisses. Sarah licked it off Emily’s tongue, then fed it right back, their chins shiny and dripping. Emily’s hands shook as she pulled Sarah closer, voice cracking with raw need.

“Give it to me again—fuck, I want every drop,” Emily gasped between kisses, almost crying. “He bred me… and now you’re feeding it to me like this. I’m so gone for both of you.”

Sarah laughed breathlessly—half moan, half sob—her own milk still leaking down her tits as she pressed her mouth to Emily’s again, pushing my cum onto her tongue before sucking it back. “You’re such a greedy little slut for his load… look at you. Taking another woman’s husband’s cum and kissing it into me. You love it, don’t you?”

Emily nodded frantically, eyes rolling back a little as she swallowed, then chased Sarah’s lips for more. “Yes—God yes. Don’t stop. I want us both full of him. I need this… every Sunday. Please.”

They kept swapping it, messy and obsessive, tongues tangled, soft desperate sounds filling the tiny room while I watched, my spent cock twitching again at how completely lost they both were.

Sarah finally pulled back, lips swollen and shiny, a thin strand of cum still connecting her to Emily’s mouth. She turned to me, breathless, smiling like pure sin, voice hoarse and trembling. “We’re going to hell… but I don’t ever want to stop. Next time you fuck me while she cleans us both.”

The above story is a work of non fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names were changed

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