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"Is something the matter?" I asked, unsure of the extent of the problem.
"My milk has come in. It is so plentiful that I have more than little Christopher can eat. Bring the clothes and we'll go back downstairs."
I followed Ann and when we returned to the main living room, the men stood at our arrival. There were two new faces in the group.
"My milk," Ann said breathlessly.
Andrew and Robert encircled Ann. "Let's go in the other room." Even though they'd moved into the nearby office and we couldn't see them, Andrew's voice carried. "Sit on Robert's lap and he'll take care of you."
Mason and Brody approached me, Mason taking the items of clothing from me and placing them across the back of a chair. "Laurel, this is MacDonald and McPherson, two other men from our regiment."
Both stood tall and broad, as if they could block out the sun with their bodies. Their hair was unruly and long, with hard features yet kind eyes. They each gave me a simple nod in greeting before sitting.
I felt a little silly standing in the middle of the room in just a Mason's shirt surrounded by a group of men. Glancing left and right, I looked for a place to sit. Before I could move, a hand came out, took my hand and pulled me down onto hard thighs. "On my lap," Mason whispered in my ear, the soft hairs of his ears tickling my jaw. His arms came around me and held me in place.
"Do they hurt, baby?" Robert said from the other room.
"Yes, they are so full they ache and the milk won't stop."
"Then I'll take care of that."
Ann groaned and I looked to Mason.
"She has too much milk and it must be worked from her. With Christopher sleeping and his belly full, it is Andrew and Robert's job to relieve her."
I frowned in confusion.
"Robert is drinking the milk from her breasts."
The idea should have been uncomfortable, but instead it was quite erotic. That Ann had a need that only her husbands' could help with formed a bond between them that was quite appealing. Brody had played with my breasts earlier and the idea of his mouth there instead of his fingers made my nipples tighten beneath the soft fabric of Mason's shirt.
"We shouldn't be listening to this," I whispered to Mason. "This is private."
He shook his head. "They took her to the other room for privacy. Remember, the woman's needs come first."
I wasn't sure how having us listen put her needs first, but Ann didn't seem to mind we were nearby, nor the other men. In fact, based on the sounds drifting from the other room she seemed to like it very much.
"Her pussy's dripping, Andrew," Robert said about Ann.
This time I did squirm, for Mason had told Brody the exact same words about me and I remembered where his hand had been, how it had felt.
"We haven't fucked her since the baby was born. Her pussy needs time to heal before we take her again."
"Please, Robert. Having your mouth on my breasts always has me so needy. I need you to fuck me," Ann moaned, her desperation evident.
I felt uncomfortable listening. Actually, it wasn't just discomfort I felt. I also felt...aroused. Listening to Ann find her pleasure in Robert's touch reminded me of how Mason and Brody tended to me earlier. They'd been gentle, yet very persuasive, my...pussy tingling now at the memory of what Mason's fingers ha
d done. They'd said nothing would go in my pussy until I was married, but the way Ann begged to be filled had my inner muscles clenching down, my core aching for something. As a married woman, Ann knew what she wanted. What she longed for. She'd experienced a cock, no, two.
I hadn't. I felt a keen longing that I'd never known before. Brody and Mason had awoken something within me. They'd made me crave their touch, crave what I didn't know. I wanted what Ann had, although their connection, their bond was greater than I could imagine having with Brody or Mason.
"No, baby. You don't decide," Andrew told her. "Your men decide when you will be fucked again. We are being careful, as we don't want to hurt your pussy. You gave us the best gift in the whole world and we will take care of you. Haven't we pleasured you other ways?"
"Yes," she replied, her voice forlorn.
"You are so beautiful like this with your milk dripping, your men taking care of you. I'm going to drink the milk from your other breast while Robert makes you come."
It didn't take long for her to cry out her pleasure. Had I sounded like that?
