Chapter 8
8
Chip
Inside the Chick-Fil-A, I order a little bit of everything because I don’t know what Leche likes. Herb, obviously, doesn’t like Chick-Fil-A. He’s not a garbage disposal.
After collecting several bags with assorted chicken sandwiches, nuggets, dipping sauces, fries, and napkins, I head out to the car where Leche and Herb are waiting.
My chest heats when her warm, appreciative gaze falls on the bags of food. “Oh my gosh, I love Chick-Fil-A,” she says, grinning. “I usually eat cheap burgers but this is the fancy stuff.” She leans over the center console and places a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you. This date was bound to be special because it’s shared with the only two guys who get me, but now it’s really special.”
I reach into the bag and retrieve a cup of special sauce and tug it open, presenting it to her. She beams. “This is my favorite.” She reaches into the bag at the same time, and our fingers grasp the same french fry.
“Go on,” I nod my head toward the bag and pull my hand out. “It’s yours, baby.”
I watch as Leche dunks a couple of fries into sauce, rearing her head back before letting the snacks fall into her mouth. With her mouthful she says, “Nothing hits like special sauce.”
Finally.
A female has made a comment to me that I can turn into witty sexual banter.
I’ve been waiting most of my adult life for this.
I wag my eyebrows. “I’ll show you special sauce.”
I know Leche is my soulmate when she responds by jutting out her tongue, tapping the center. A moment later she grins. “And that’s where you can put it, after I fill you nice and full with milk.”
My lips tingle at the mention of her milk again. I just experienced my fantasy for the first time tonight, and it was everything I thought it would be. Except now I know for sure I love it, that it is indeed the thing that gets my engine going, and I wasn’t wrong.
We’ve known each other less than eleven thousand words– I mean, two days– and I need to get a ring on her finger. As bad as I need to drink from her again before the night is over.
“Let’s take the rest to my place,” she offers, reading my mind. “Herb’s hungry, too.”
Back at Leche’s apartment, she lights candles and turns on some Michael Bolton– another thing we have in common is we’re both his number one fans— while I pour us some Nesquik and plate up the Chick-Fil-A. We eat and talk, and even though we’re still new to each other, I feel like I’ve met my long lost soulmate.
We love so many of the same things! Adult lactation, Chick-Fil-A, Michael Bolton— the similarities know no end! After Herb has his portion of dinner off the table and floor, the three of us head to her bedroom, eager to get the night started.
With Herb’s power cord stretched across the mattress, he takes his spot between us, Leche and I both completely naked. Her body is so beautiful, and while I’ve seen over thirteen women naked online, in person it’s so different. So arousing. When I was getting undressed, I was unsurprised to find my boxers sticking to my groin. I’ve been making a mess all night, but seeing her naked has me leaking onto her sheets.
She notices, and takes Herb by the hose, bringing his wide mouth to my cock. “He wants to go down on both of us, back and forth, while you drink from me,” she says softly, her voice light and sweet, reminding me of my favorite person.
“You remind me so much of my mom,” I tell her as I nuzzle close over the top of Herb.
Leche’s grin is wide. “That’s the best compliment,” she says, taking my face in her hands. Wasting no time, she places me right where she wants me, right on her chest. Pinching her nipple, my cock weeps as she drags her pink, wet tip along my lips.
“Are you ready?” she whispers down, leaving a sweet trail of milk on my lips.
I nod, opening up just as she releases her nipple, letting the first of let down spray my throat. Filtering her fingers through my hair, long nails grazing my scalp, making eager bumps rise up on my throat and chest. My own nipples harden as I fill my mouth with supple breast and hard nipple, the sweet cream trickling down my throat making me moan.
“That’s right,” she says softly, the hum of Herb coming to life eating up the remaining quiet. I suck her deep, swallowing when my mouth is completely full, only to suckle another full mouthful as she slips Herb around my cock.
“You take Chip’s cock while he makes me feel good, okay Herb?” she says, twirling my ducktail around her fingers. “Good job,” she whispers to me, letting her other thumb stroke along my cheekbone tenderly. “You’re drinking me so well.”
“Mmm,” I groan, popping off only to peer down and witness the beauty. Milk bubbles from her nipple, rolling down her breast, and it’s the most beautiful and erotic sight. I lap at her eagerly, trying to ignore the pull in my groin from Herb’s talented mouth. A moment later, he’s gone and when Leche fills the room with a soft moan, I know Herb’s going down on her.
“You like tasting us both, don’t you, baby,” she hums to Herb, stroking her nails over the ridges in his tubing. The click of her acrylics against the plastic tubing makes my dick pulse, and I realize then that I’m into Herb, too. As weird as it could have been, hearing them together pleases me as much as hearing her being pleased by me.
But it’s too arousing.
And it’s been too long for me.
“Leche,” I breathe, unlatching from her breast, reaching for the other. “I’m gonna come, give me Herb’s mouth, please,” I beg, need coursing through me, spiraling in my groin.
She moans and a moment later, Herb’s wet, wide mouth seals around my cock, just in time. “Oh shit!” I howl, my spine curling as I suck Leche’s tit into my mouth right as Herb sucks the first shot right out of me.
He sucks and swallows and I thrust toward Leche’s hand where she holds his mouth against me, swallowing her milk at a frenzied pace. Coming while drinking is simply an unmatched experience. The hottest thing ever.
When my hips are barely thrusting and Herb’s sucked every damn drop from my balls, Leche moves his mouth to her pussy, and I take him by the neck, knocking her hand away. “Let me,” I say, showing my dominant side as I make our submissive Herb eat her pussy.
“Suck her clit and suck it good, Herb, mama needs to come,” I groan, licking up all the leaked milk from her breast and chest before relatching.
Her knee knocks my thigh as her legs fall apart, her chest tensing as her orgasm begins. “Yes, Herb, yes!” she moans, “right there, right there, right there!”
My cock throbs and spurts against the mattress, coming again unexpectedly as I swallow down another mouth full of warm, sweet milk. She arches her back off the bed as I push Herb’s hungry mouth into for the final thrust, seeing her through her entire release.
And right when I’m about to pull him off and taste his lips, he stops.
Leche crumples against the mattress as I break my latch and sit up, sticky in a pool of my own cum. We stare down at Herb, lifeless between us. I peer toward the wall, seeing he’s still plugged in. I stroke down his ribbed neck and give him a jostle.
“Herb?”
Leche’s voice is timid and full of fear as she tries his name, too. “Herb?”
Her teary eyes come to mine. “Is he dead?”