Kate, Vicky, and Alkim share the bed

Kate

Kate and Vicky called for an Uber. When it arrived, the driver first noted Alkim’s state of drunkenness and tried to refuse him entry, saying he was too wasted. Then he got an eyeful of Kate’s knockers, and politely informed them of a three-hundred dollar fee if Alkim vomited in the back. They agreed to those terms, and were allowed in.

Once they got Alkim to his feet, it wasn’t too much trouble getting him into the backseat. Kate rested his head on her thighs, leaving his left cheek pressed up against her tits, while Vicky took his feet in her lap.

Despite blacking out and behaving more drunkenly than either woman had ever seen him get, Alkim never seemed to completely lose consciousness. Kate supposed she shouldn’t be too shocked that the guy who’d celebrated his twenty-first birthday with twenty-one drinks (and to hear Vicky tell it, overshot that goal by five) was handling the date-**** **** a lot better than expected. The fact that he could hold onto even a shred of consciousness at all was borderline superhuman.

Damn. He really wasn’t lying about his liver. Or is this another of his strange powers? I’ll have to ask him about that tomorrow…

“We’ll get you home soon, bro.” She patted his shoulder reassuringly.

And he wasn’t the only one who needed to get home. Just being near him was affecting Kate on a biological level, and she could feel the tightness in her chest growing by the minute. Unfortunately, she’d been too busy, and too lacking for privacy to milk herself today.

Now, it was a little too late to ask for Alkim’s help, but apparently not too late for him to ask her.

“Kaaate?” Alkim called for her.

“I’m here, dude. Do you need something?”

“Wǒ kě le.” I’m thirsty.

While his speech wasn’t as slurred as before, he was still way beyond that level of wasted where some bilinguals unknowingly switched languages. Thankfully, Kate knew both of his, plus several more.

“Wǒ gěi nǐ bīng shuǐ.” I’ll get you some ice water.

He shook his head, rubbing his face against her stuffed corset.

“Bùyàaaaooo! Wǒ yào hē nǚnǎi...” Noooo! I want to drink women's milk...

Shit.

Then he finally passed out for real.

“Damn, he went all the way to drunken Mandarin?” asked Vicky.

“Yuup. His tones were actually pretty good, though, all things considered.”

“What did he say?”

“Oh, he’s just thirsty.”

The Uber dropped them back at the house. Together, they were able to get Alkim to his room and finally laid him out on his bed.

Vicky took off his shoes, then undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Kate took off his watch, unbuttoned his shirt, and with some difficulty managed to pull the sleeves off his limp arms, until he was down to just his underwear.

Kate had to admit, he seemed to be in even better shape than when they’d first met. Not by a lot, just a little leaner here, maybe more toned there. The ingrown hairs on his neck from shaving had vanished and his face was now completely free of acne.

Vicky must have noticed too, as the thicc Korean examined his uncovered body a lot longer than was strictly necessary.

Kate spoke up, “I should probably stay with him tonight; make sure he doesn’t throw up or anything in his sleep.”

“You sure?” Vicky threw Alkim’s sweaty clothes into the hamper, and began running her fingers through his hair, “I could do that for him.”

Kate nodded. “Yeah, he’d do the same for me.”

Vicky laughed, “Well, yeah, of course he would sleep in your bed for any reason.”

“True, but I kind of owe him anyway, for last week.”

“Hmm? What happened last week?”

“Oh, I took a bunch of molly and almost passed out. Alkim helped me through it, made sure I drank enough water, sweated it out. ”

“Awww, that’s sweeeeet. I tried to tell Hannah that he’s really sweet when he needs to be, but she just wouldn’t listen.”

“Especially with **** stuff, he doesn’t fuck around with that. So, yeah, I should return the favor.”

“Really? You’re not gonna get grossed out if he gets a boner or something?”

Kate noticed that Vicky had never taken her hand off Alkim’s body and was now rubbing her hand over his sweaty forehead.

“Eh, wasn’t really planning on cuddling with him, just wanted to make sure he didn’t **** or anything. Why? Are you volunteering to take my place?”

Vicky looked down and went back to idly running her hands through his hair. “Yeah. I just feel really bad about everything. I vouched for Hannah with him, and then he did this, and she still didn’t believe him. I should have just tossed the drink out myself.”

“It’s not your fault,” Kate began to undress herself, “I can handle it.”

“No, no, really.” Vicky was insistent. “You can go to bed, I’ll take care of him. We’ve done this before at other parties.”

Vicky pulled her dress straps off her shoulders, and Kate couldn’t help but pay attention to that tanned, tight, muscular frame.

“Wait, what do you mean you’ve done this before?”

“Well, okay, Alkim wasn’t roofied those times. He just fell asleep at a couple parties, and I joined him on the couch there, for safety, creep repellant. Seriously, it’s no big deal for me.” By the end of her explanation, Vicky was down to her bra and panties and was in the process of taking off her heels, stabilizing herself with one hand on Alkim’s chest.

Oh yeah, she’s feeling it for sure. She just has no idea what it is she's feeling, or where it's coming from.

Kate was a bit torn on how to proceed, and kept working at the laces of her corset while she thought it through. While this was far from the threesome (or foursome) she’d had in mind with Vicky and Alkim (and maybe an extra girl for herself), this was potentially a step in the right direction to normalizing hot, multiple-girl scenarios with Vicky.

But with Vicky sharing the bed, getting Alkim to discreetly drain her of milk would be a lot more difficult, and Kate needed to relieve tightness in her overstuffed mammaries. She could just use the pump in her room, but that wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable, and it was a pain to hold the pumps all by herself. Bizarre as it was, the pumps just couldn’t hold a candle to the sheer bliss that Alkim’s mouth brought.

Fuck it.

“Why don’t we both just stay with him then?” Kate suggested. “Double the coverage, double the safety checks. Plus, I’m too wired to fall asleep for another couple of hours anyway, so I’ll notice if anything happens. Just help me roll him onto his side, in case he vomits.”

“Oooooh, good idea,” Vicky agreed, easily pushing him onto his side before Kate could even assist her. “I’ll be the big spoon.” Vicky slipped under the sheets and wrapped her right arm over Alkim’s body.

“Okay then. I’ll just face him this way.”

Kate pulled off her corset and threw it along with the rest of her clothes into a pile in the corner. Though, she was careful not to remove the absorbent pads on her nipples just yet. She rubbed at the sides of her breasts that had been chafing a bit in the overstuffed top, especially where her skin had tried to push out the laces and gotten hints of rope burns. She kept her kneading light to avoid expressing her milk prematurely.

“Damn, girl,” said Vicky, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how insanely huge your tits are now. It’s so hard not to stare sometimes.”

Kate turned to face Vicky and lifted one huge breast in each arm, “I don’t mind when you guys look. They took some adjusting to, but I think they’re starting to grow on me.”

Vicky laughed. “Oh my god, can you imagine how nuts he would go if he woke up with those fucking milk cannons in his face? Hahaha!”

Oh, he’d know what to do.

Kate smiled and played along, “Probably get an anime nosebleed, or something.”

“I mean, could you really blame him for that?”

“Nah, like, I get it.”

“Low key, I’m kinda jealous. Like, I bet I could double my bartending tips if I went up just a couple more sizes.”

That could be arranged.

Kate wondered how long it would be before Alkim’s presence enhanced Vicky’s figure, intentionally or otherwise. She began to picture her thicc Korean friend with some heaving tits to balance out her fat ass and slim-thick waist.

Hmmm, maybe Alkim was onto something after all…

Kate turned off the lights, and slipped into bed facing Alkim, but with her head resting a good half foot further up the mattress. That way, she could move her tits into position when the time came without having to move her body or risk rocking the bed.

“Night, Kate.”

“Night, Vicky.”

Kate wasn’t lying about being too wired for sleep. She killed some time catching up on her socials and waited for Vicky’s breathing to normalize before she made her move.

First, she finally removed the absorbent pad from one nipple, finding it was already damp. Evidently, her body had wasted no time preparing to feed him.

Oh, Alkim. The things you do to me…

Next, she pulled the sheet up until it concealed Alkim and herself completely, just in case Vicky woke up unexpectedly. Finally, all she had to do was scootch just a bit closer until her tits were fully in his face. She couldn’t risk turning on a light, so she had to pinch her nipple with one hand and rub it around his face until she found his mouth.

While those hands should have been eagerly massaging her tender tits instead lay limp at his side, the instant Kate slipped that nipple between his lips, Alkim began suckling, like he’d been waiting for her just as much as her over-productive tits had been waiting for his lips. Her milk let down instantly, and relief soon followed.

“Ahhhhhhh,” Kate sighed contentedly, yet quietly.

As usual, everything his tongue touched was revitalized. That roofie may have severely affected Alkim’s brain, but as far as Kate could tell, he didn’t need his brain to nurse, and the chemicals he produced felt just as amazing as ever.

Within minutes, her normal cravings for Alkim were satisfied. Everything that followed was just a bonus, and one she was happy to collect. She could still feel the milk pressure, but the sensation of tightness was dulled from a constant ache into something infinitely more tolerable; just enough feeling so that she would know when it was time to switch to her other breast.

Kate felt there was just one thing missing from this moment: a lack of stimulation of her pussy. Emory’s expert tongue had worked Kate into a frenzy back at the club, but they’d been interrupted before Kate could finish, and that needy feeling between her legs returned with a vengeance. Her panties, already wet from the club, were now completely soaked through.

Mmmmm… they both owe me an orgasm for my help…

She stopped for a moment, listening for any changes in Vicky’s breathing. Detecting none, she decided it was safe enough for her to slip a hand between her legs.

Yes, yes...

Alkim’s mouth on her nipple had ramped up the sensitivity of her entire body to impossible extremes, and her other breast began to express milk without any direct stimulation.

Kate removed the absorbent pad from her other breast and stymied the light spray of milk by sucking on it herself. She found the sweet milk unexpectedly delicious and suckled her own tit even harder.

Fuuuuuck, why haven’t I done this before now? No wonder Alkim loves it so much… I’m fucking gourmet.

The triple sensations at her tits and her pussy were incredible. There was just so much more to feel, as though she had three clits to pleasure instead of one, and the blatantly taboo nature of the moment made all even hotter.

She came very quickly in that position: one hand working her pussy, the other holding her huge breast up to her mouth, with her other breast in the thirsty mouth of her **** guy friend, and all the while her other best friend was cuddling him in her sleep.

Kate shook and spasmed with pleasure, and almost lost control. Thankfully, the enormous boob in her mouth muffled her orgasmic screams. Just as she came, her knees folded up towards her chest, and accidentally brushed past Alkim’s boner, sending it wagging back and forth against her leg like a rogue doorstopper.

Eventually she stopped cumming, and the cock stopped slapping against her, but it neither withdrew nor softened.

Alkim was beyond speaking for the time being, but his body managed to communicate in its own way.

Does he really want me to… No.

Kate tried her best to put it out of her mind, but while he was still suckling at her tit, pleasuring her with his lips and tongue, she couldn’t really ignore him, or his dick. Even in the dark, she found her attention kept returning to it, like a moth to a lamp.

Too curious and drunk with pleasure for her usual dick-revulsion, Kate extended a hand to the base of his cloth-covered boner, finding it even more rigid than expected. She started squeezing it between thumb and forefinger as she inched her way up the shaft.

The moment her hand touched wetness, a flash of disgust overpowered her curiosity, and she pulled her damp hands back, and, in doing so, accidentally inhaled the aroma of his precum.

For reasons unknown to her, she found the scent unusually intriguing. Kate just couldn’t stop sniffing her fingers, taking increasingly longer inhalations, as if her mind needed to sort through every individual component.

It didn't smell like anything she was familiar with, certainly not sex. To Kate, sex meant pussy smells. This was different: unique, powerful, distinctly of Alkim, and like all things Alkim, it held the promise of something truly special…

She licked her fingers.

Ooohhhh fuuuck…

Suddenly she had both digits knuckle-deep in her mouth. Dopamine flooded her mind, while the hand at her pussy went into overdrive, rapidly bringing herself to another climax so soon after the first. She’d dropped her other tit in her frenzied finger-sucking, which began fountaining milk up and down into her face, but she hardly noticed.

The amount of Alkim’s precum Kate had collected on her fingers was minimal, and once she’d consumed it all she stopped cumming. After some time to cool down, finally unclouded by arousal, she was able to think and feel more clearly.

Holy shit! This stuff is insanely potent. Dangerous, even…

Alkim hadn’t even done anything but lie still and get hard, yet Kate had almost been ensnared into pleasuring his **** body. Now, she was more certain than ever that she had to keep his cum away from her. She refused to allow herself to end up like Mikaella, sucking dick for ****, even if the dick was full of ****, and the **** were so, so good…

No, Kate was a lesbian: a lesbian is what she was. Anything more than his mouth on her tit still disgusted her sense of self. If she wanted to maintain her connection with Alkim—the kissing and the breastfeeding—without having to go down on him, then he would need more: someone way hotter than Mikaella to keep his balls safe and drained.

Who could be better than Vicky? They both want each other, even if they won’t admit it. Vicky just needs to get over her eldest daughter shit and let this happen. Besides, she can’t fucking pick a dick to save her life. This way, there won’t be any shitty rave guys assaulting her; no restaurant managers trying to extort her; no outside guys at all, just good friends, good times, and good chemicals.

One last time, Kate slipped her hand to Alkim’s slick prick—Ew!Ew!Ew!—reached past Alkim’s nursing face and rubbed her slimy fingers over Vicky’s parted lips. Within seconds, the sleeping girl sucked them clean and hummed contentedly.

Sweet dreams, Vicky. And you too, Alkim.

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