Leslie comes out to see what all the commotion is

Warning: milk

"What the hell?" you hear behind you. You turn and see Leslie coming out from behind the partition, doing up her armor top. She raises one eyebrow at you in an unintended but perfect Spock impression. Before you can start to explain you hear loud grunting. You turn back to see another guy who has made a purchase shoving his dick into Rebecca.

She looks back, smiling at her friend, "Oh, Les! -ngh!- We though th—that this would -ngh!- help us get fuck! even agan!"

Leslie is still sullen, but her face softens a bit. To you she says, "I appreciate you trying to make good on what you failed to do last time, but—"

She's interrupted as Rebecca yelps in pleasure and says, "Wow! This guy knows what he's doing!"

"Listen," you say to Leslie as Rebecca's moans adopt a quick rhythm, "I'm sure she's definitely going to get knocked up doing the expo! We've got a plan." You're about to continue when you spot a small drop of liquid falling from behind Leslie's armor to the carpeted floor.

She follows your eyes and is suddenly frantic. "Oh, hell, I'm leaking again! God, I've gotta get this off before this ruins the structure!" she says, immediately working at removing the armor top. You reach over and are able to help slightly, lifting it quickly off her shoulders after she loosened whatever what holding it to her. It's light and probably made of cardboard, so you get why she had to get it off quickly before it got wet inside.

Her skirt is also covered with futuristic-looking armor additions, probably also made of cardboard. You tug the skirt down, too, and luckily her panties drop with it. "Just making sure we keep everything safe," you explain, mollifying her. She nods as she stands there nude, then looks miserably at her full tits, now each dripping from the erect nipples in a slow patter as more milk slowly appears around the nipples like dew.

You steer her over to Rebecca, who is still on her back on the table getting ploughed by the same guy. "Hey, Rebecca, we need some help here," you say, not sure what to do.

Rebecca leans her head back and sees Leslie and her dripping boobs, then reaches up to Leslie's shoulders and gently pulls her down to her face, forcing Leslie's hands to the table for balance next to Rebecca's head. Then she starts sucking on Leslie's tit hanging in front of her face, surprising Leslie, who tries to pull back against Rebecca's grip holding her there. "Woah, what the hell, Becca?"

"Oh?" Rebecca replies, taking the nipple out of her mouth. "What else did you want me to do? I'm otherwise occupied," she says gesturing to the man within her. Then she reaches up and pulls her friend in close again, this time taking the other nipple into her mouth. Rebecca moans, then Leslie closes her eyes, enjoying it, her tits swaying with Rebecca's movement. One hand reaches absently between her legs.

The guy pounding Rebecca looks up, but doesn't really seem to fully notice the situation in front of him as his thrusts cause Rebecca's boobs to wobble up on her chest, while her face is passionately pressing and sucking on Leslie's larger tits hanging over her head which also shake alluringly with Rebecca's rhythmic movements. You, on the other hand, are fully affected by it; it's so weird, but your dick doesn't care. It's nearly leaping up, full and ready for action.

"Becca, this is without a doubt," sighs Leslie, "the oddest thing we've done together at a con. Mmmm, you do know this is kinda 'affecting' me, right, Becca?" Her hand is rubbing quickly now.

Rebecca's mouth momentarily lets go of her breast, and after licking her lips, she smiles, "These things happen at cons, Les."

You didn't know you could be this hard, but the sight is just too much for you. You step up behind Leslie, who is already leaning forward with her butt out for Rebecca to have easier access to her tits. You reach around and hold her hand still for a moment as you plunge into her depths. She's tight! You wouldn't have expected that of a recent mother, but she must've worked hard to recover quickly.

Leslie closes her eyes and moans softly. "Oh, GOD, this is all sending me over the edge." She looks over her shoulder at you. "You know that it's less likely that I'll get pregnant again since I'm still nursing."

You begin thrusting. "Doesn't mean I can't try!" you tell her, causing her to cry out slightly as you push extra-hard for emphasis. Any other time it might have been too quick, but between her sensitive breasts and your thick dick, Leslie's already groaning as she approaches climax. You can't seem to stop going faster and harder. You're close, too, soon slamming into her. Rebecca admirably is able to keep a good grip on her friend's nipple, and you see her customer is also starting to move faster.

And then, all too quick, you're at your end, and you dick is shooting stream after stream within Leslie for the third time. It sends her over the edge, too, and suddenly she's moaning and you can feel her orgasm slightly around your dick which keeps spurting. The breast not in Rebecca's mouth is suddenly spraying a few extremely thin streams of milk out. Rebecca moans as her mouth fills, and Leslie in passion arches her back, pulling the tit out of Rebecca's mouth, both tits now spraying lightly outward a few feet, still holding your climaxing dick within her as she yells between gritted teeth in pleasure.

As you push for the last couple spasms, you reach around and grab Leslie's wet, heavy tits and squeeze, spraying the streams even harder now far enough to reach the edge of the crowd walking past the table. Nobody seems to mind the fine drops, though one or two people wipe the tiny drops from their faces with a grimace of annoyance.

The guy inside of Rebecca lets go inside of her with a couple grunts and strong slams, then steps back catching his breath, does up his pants, takes his book, and simply leaves.

Rebecca lays back panting on her back on the table, covered in sweat and milk, her legs still splayed wide and probably covered in cum, though you can't quite see it from your position behind Leslie. Speaking of which, Leslie carefully collapses forward to lay down next to Rebecca in exhaustion, which means you do have a great view of her pussy leaking your spunk. Her tits are still slowly dripping milk on the table.

As you clean yourself off by wiping your dick off on Leslie's ass and put your pants back on, another man comes up to the table and looks at the girls' wares. He asks, "How much for a book?"

Leslie is able to rouse herself from the afterglow and lifts herself up slightly on her arms. Her tits hang underneath her, the dripping already starting to slow. "Ten bucks," she pants.

The guy nods, then reaches into his wallet for some cash as you finish up your pants and in farewell you gently massage Rebecca's tit followed by Leslie's ass next to her as you step around the table to leave. The guy places the cash into Rebecca's limp palm, then reaches in to grab Leslie's wet, hanging tits with both hands. "And how about that free creampie?" he asks, leaning down and sucking from one of her nipples as she stiffens at the stimulating touch.