Feeding Frenzy, Part 3

by Joanne

It was Sunday morning, I had woken early to feed my baby Chloe. After our sex sessions and breast feeding orgies the two girls, Chelsea, the eleven year daughter of my best friend and her girlfriend Ruthie, were still asleep in bed. Over the last two days and nights, they have enjoyed as much of my breast milk as my baby has, at 7.00 am this morning though, it was just Chloe and me.

Both mother and baby were naked. The wonderful feelings when breast feeding were enhanced by the feeling of being skin to skin. I caressed the smooth skin of my baby as she fed, a feeling that she clearly enjoyed. The feeding session was not complete until I had masturbated myself to an earth moving, shuddering orgasm.

I put my baby down, she was already asleep as I tucked her in and made sure she was safe. I went back to our bed. The girls were asleep. I slid up the bed between them. Once I was laid between them I kissed first one hard on the lips until she responded and then the other. I put my arms around them and guided each of them to a breast. The effect was fantastic, I dropped my head back deep into the pillow and purred. One small person's hand went to my clit and the other went to my cunt. I trembled as they drained me. I arched my back as one of them fist fucked me to my climax.

Later, much later, it was approaching 12 noon, Chloe was in her cot cooing and gurgling happily. I had slipped on the the woolen camisole top and shorts I often wore whenever I worked out. As a soldier, my husband John was responsible for maintaining his own battle fitness. Like most other soldiers on camp we had a mini gym. The conservatory at the rear was used for that purpose. I had placed Chloe's cot in the corner and I was working up a sweat on the rowing machine. I was determined to firm up my figure ready for when John came home.

I was working hard. My clothes were wet with sweat. My top was stained with milk. My hair was wet and hung in rats tails. Not a time to greet visitors. You can imagine what I felt when Gil and the wife of the commanding officer appeared at the conservatory window. I was in a room that was glass on three sides there was no hiding place. I had no choice but to open the french windows and greet my visitors.

“Hi Gil, Hello Mrs Mitchel,” I said.

Gil just grinned and pushed past me towards Chloe. “Hello Josephine,” Mrs Mitchel was one of the only two people in the world that called me Josephine. The other one was my mother.

“Come in,” I said, as welcoming as I could muster, given that I felt cold, wet and dirty from my exercise.

“Please, call me Helen,” she said in the that clipped accent only used by aristocrats, and of course, the queen.

“You must call me Jo,” I said in return.

Gil had picked up Chloe and the two women were laughing and cooing at her. I was able to take a good look at Helen. She looked about fifty, but that would have made her about five years older than her husband. She was a big woman, very imposing, her dress size must have been about 20. She had enormous breasts that looked heavy and hard.

We moved into the house. Chloe was passed to Helen who was cradling her in her huge arms and humming softly to her. Gil followed me into the kitchen where I had gone to prepare drinks. I was filling the kettle when Gil came up beside me. I gave a little jump of surprise when she put her warm hand on my bum.

“Chelsea and I have no secrets, you dark horse,” she said.

I turned to face her, I was going to speak, but I don't know what I was going to say. As it was she kissed me hard on the mouth, whatever I was going to say left my mine. The familiar electric fingers ran through me. I put both my arms around the neck of my friend and returned her kiss hard and passionately. She lifted me by the waist and lay me onto the kitchen table. She stood on my left. She lifted my top and clamped herself onto my right tit. Pinning me to the table. “I have always wanted to do this,” she gurgled as she sucked hard at my tits.

Helen, who had put Chloe down, was now peeling off my very wet shorts. “Let me at that sweaty cunt, oh my god what a lovely pussy ” she declared in her clipped accent, as she saw my bushy, but neatly groomed pussy. She licked and slurped at my cunt with an experienced and probing tongue. It wasn't until Gil lifted off my tits that I saw the huge strap-on that Helen was wearing, which was the only thing that she was wearing.

She plunged the huge rubber dick into me. It stretched me wonderfully, reminiscent of my lovely man. Her fat stomach wobbled as she thrust it faster and faster into me. Her huge tits bounced onto her stomach. I lost all control and came in waves. “Fuck me, oh fuck me,” I called out like a cheap whore. She switched me around so that I was across the table. My head hung free. Gil Support it and carefully kissed me on the lips with her cunt. I was in heaven drinking my friends orgasm as my own cunt clamped onto the dick as I quivered through my own massive orgasm.

I could no longer deny my lesbian side. That was the best sex I have ever had. I was so far gone that I had not even noticed that Chelsea and Ruthie had been watching. They had been attracted by my screams of ecstasy.

Now it was obvious that Helen was Ruthie's mother, the likeness was striking. It was clear that when Ruthie is fifty plus she would be exactly like her mother. She was now lay across Gil sucking at her tits and having her cunt finger fucked. Chelsea, meanwhile was sucking at Helen's enormous tits. Resting her head on the huge stomach. Helen was lay on the rug. Her legs were spread. Her cunt was completely hidden by the thick dark hair that spread from her belly, over her pussy and to her anus. I was tired and drained but I couldn't resist it. I dived onto her clitoris and with my right hand fisted her to heaven.