Chapter 12
12
Chip
I lay her down, spread her legs, and bring Herb’s mouth to her pussy. Sinking my palm into her groin with my opposite hand, I let Herb do his thing.
Listening to her scream and watching her squirm for us is so incredibly arousing. I really don’t want to end things prematurely tonight, but I’m sweaty in a lot of places and have been “holding it” for a while already. She just does that to me.
I press my cock between her thigh and Herb’s tube, sliding in and out of my personal heaven. Leche screams as Herb pleasures her, and I think it means more to her tonight after almost losing him. Because I’m only a few thrusts in and she’s already unraveling, her legs shaking, toes curling.
“Are you coming for our guy already?” I ask with a groan, eyeing her swollen lips and hungry little hole. Her clit is being demolished but everything else is… neglected.
A terrible, delicious, perfect idea hits. “We’re gonna take you over the edge together,” I tell her, sinking my cock deep inside her. Her eyes pop open as I sink in to the hilt, Herb’s eager mouth still humming on her clit.
“My guys,” she whispers through a moan. “Yes, make me cum, please, boys, please,” she moans, taking her breasts in her palms. Her head falls back as her cunt spasms around my cock, milking me for a change, sending me into instant orgasm.
She comes all around me, and I come in hot ripples inside of her, filling her with my cum. I’ve never experienced a real life cream pie. Sure, I’ve masturbated to one on my phone with the shower running while my mom made spaghetti in the next room, and I’ve woken up to messy sheets after dreaming about one, and I’ve even paid a cam girl $347 dollars (plus transaction fees!) to have her describe what one feels like.
But living one.
I shake my head, letting out a low whistle as I look past Herb’s mouth to where I’m inside Leche.
The trunk of my cock jerks with each rope of cum that pulses out of me, flooding her. “Leche,” I breathe, “this is where I’m meant to be. Right here, dumping my hot loads of cum inside your womb.”
She nods. “Exactly what I was gonna say.”
I smile, pulling Herb off of her when she grows too sensitive. He never knows when to quit. Bit of a sadist if you ask me.
“Thank you for marrying us,” she says, out of breath from her big cum session. Why don’t people call it that? It’s really what it is. A cum sesh. Sounds better than fuck fest in my opinion. She lowers Herb to the floor and sits up, coasting her palm tenderly along my cheek. “What are you thinking about?”
“Just… why do we call sex a fuck fest and not a cum sesh?” I stare into her eyes, finding our connection in the ways hers glitter.
“You’re so smart,” she says. “I’m so glad I fell in love with someone who checks all the boxes.”
I grab my clothes and hers, and we redress as Herb just sits there. He’s the strong, silent type, you know?
“What were your boxes?” I ask her as I slip into my favorite comfortable pair of overalls. I’m so glad I have all my clothes to our place. Both boxes were delivered today. I tipped the guy $2. We brought a bag of overnight clothes to the ceremony because we’re planners.
“Loves to drink my milk straight from the tap,” she says, pretending to check a box in the air. “Super good with fashion,” she says, eyeing my overalls. Stepping toward me, she unhooks one of the straps and tosses it over my shoulder. “Perfect.” I can’t help but grin. “And loves Herb.”
We both glance at Herb. “I love your milk, I’m basically Beckham 2024 and I do love Herb.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re perfect.”
Just then, a man appears at the end of the aisle, his jaw slack, eyes wide. In his hand is a book, so Leche and I tip our heads to the side to read the title. “ GETTING THE COURAGE TO GO OUT AGAIN: LIFE AFTER AGORAPHOBIA. ”
“Oh no,” Leche breathes. She steps forward, wrapping her terrycloth robe around herself. I love that she decided to bring her favorite thing— that red robe with black Scotty dogs and Christmas wreaths is absolutely my honeymoon dream. So sexy. “Sir, I’m so sorry, did you witness our f–” she turns, giving me a soft, playful smile as she looks back at the man, corrected herself– “cum sesh?”
“I- uh– I was in the restroom when the store closed and I didn’t know the store closed until I hear the vacuum and I realized the cleaners were here but then I also… yeah,” his eyes fall to the floor as he lifts the book in the air. “I’m taking this and going.”
Leche nods. “Okay, yeah, well, they’ll send you a bill for the book,” she says as the man rushes past her and out the door. Leche giggles when she realizes it’s not locked. “Anyone could’ve walked in on our post-wedding vows cum sesh–” she says with a smile.
I shake my head. “Oops.”
“Let’s lock the door and have a good reason for it,” I urge, waggling my eyebrows at Herb, then at Leche. Leche skips through the bookstore, her milky jugs bouncing with each step.
My dick is hard again, and I realize if I want to spend most of my time in bed with her, drinking her milk, I’m going to have to get her supply up. I cast a look at Herb. “Power up, bitch, it’s go time.”