The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  She was always too happy after running for nearly an hour.

  “Hi.”

  “It’s exhilarating outside today,” she said as she kicked off her sneaker and then stripped off her hat, athletic bra, and running tights. I stared jealously at her perfect body. She didn’t notice as she slipped by me. “Is the water still hot?” she asked she turned it on. No answer was necessary from me. “I’ll meet you back in the room in a minute,” she called to me.

  I took my time getting dressed. I only pulled on my underwear and jeans. There wasn’t any reason to put on a bra or shirt, not with Bobbi expecting me to be ready for her.

  As I expected, she hustled back into the room a minute later, hair wet, face pink from a thorough scrubbing, and an eager look on her face. “I’m starving,” she said.

  I was still wearing my robe because I was cold, but I took it off and lay down on my bed, moving over to the wall before Bobbi joined me. “You could have a regular breakfast, you know,” I pointed out to her as she got into position, her face level with my tits.

  “Yeah, but this is the perfect energy food,” she said right before she latched on and started suckling.

  How desperate was I to get through college without any more student loan debt that necessary? Desperate enough to answer an ad looking for a student willing to undergo induced lactation to supply breast milk to a fellow student athlete. What did that net me? Essentially free room and board. All I had to do was live with the other student and be her milk supply for the entire year. Part of the agreement was I would keep my production up over the summer.

  It had all the potential to be a scam or a joke. It wasn’t.

  The downsides? I put on weight from the pills they gave me to start lactating. That wasn’t so bad because I was already overweight. Plus I had to schedule my life around Bobbi, but that was okay as well.

  The real downside? I found myself falling for Bobbi and that wasn’t allowed at all.

  I peered down at the top of Bobbi’s head while she nursed from me. She was convinced—or at least her coaches were—that breast milk supplements were the perfect energy food for all athletes. Maybe it was. Bobbi had some impressive track performances over the past year, including setting some minor records. I was almost afraid of asking how they had originally convinced her that this was the best thing to do to help her running career. Her scholarship was dependent on her remaining on the track team and she was willing to do anything it took to do that. Since doping was a game she wasn’t willing to play, my breast milk was brought in to take the place of the drugs most other athletes used.

  Bobbi abruptly looked up at me and let my fat nipple fall from her mouth. “Did I hurt you?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Did I hurt you? Did I suck too hard? You made a noise.”

  I realized I must have been moaning while she nursed. I couldn’t help it. I liked it too much not to. “Sorry. Sometimes it feels too good.” I gave her a winning smile. “You know that it feels good.”

  “Right,” she agreed and switched breasts. “You’ve got a lot of milk this morning,” she said before she got back to feeding.

  “Uh-huh,” I absently agreed as I closed my eyes. I had plenty of time to let her nurse. Then I could go to breakfast and make my first class of the day with plenty of time to spare. Then back to the room for Bobbi’s lunch, then afternoon classes, then nursing her for dinner, then studying, then her nursing again as a late night snack, then to bed and repeat the whole process over again.

  She nursed and I tried not to let the sensations of my milk letting down and flowing bother me. I tried to push aside the thrill of her sucking on my nipples and how it made my pussy wetter and wetter. I knew I should speak to her about it, to tell her that I loved nursing her and if she wanted to do something more, I’d be happy to help her out.

  But I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t afford to. If I fucked up my relationship with Bobbi—which was weird, to be sure, but friendly and we got along well—I wouldn’t have any way to pay for college. I was forced to be her friend, not her lover, and I had to suffer with that.

  By the time she was done draining my tits, I wanted to get Buzzy out again, but decided that wasn’t a good idea. Instead, I finished getting dressed while she did the same. Once again, she had no shame, but this time pulled on another athletic bra and matching underwear that was functional and nothing else, followed by a tight shirt, nylon pants, sneakers, and a fleece jacket. I found one of my industrial-strength bras and put over that a t-shirt and then a shapeless sweatshirt. We were done and ready.

  She went to class; I went to breakfast.

  Chapter Two

  “Hey Holly!” The greeting came from a guy standing at the table where I was sitting. I looked up and blushed. Not only was he cute, but he could easily see all the food I had on my tray. I had eaten most of it, but still. I was eating alone because I didn’t want people to see how much I ate. No one would believe that I was eating not just for myself, but to help produce the milk that Bobbi needed.

  I looked up at him, face bright red, and search my memory for his name. My embarrassment and his cuteness kept me from finding the answer. I pretended I was chewing so I didn’t have to say anything.

  “Mind if I sit down?” he asked.

  The dining hall was mostly empty. He could have sat anywhere .Why was he embarrassing me?

  “Sure,” I said between clenched teeth, pretending I had a mouthful of food.

  He sat down. I recognized him, but couldn’t place his name or where I had seen him before. “Worried about the test today?” he asked as he dug into the stack of pancakes on his tray. I stared at his food and spied the ID card he had left next to the plate. By straining a little I could just make out the name. Evan Becket. It helped me out but I still couldn’t place him.

  “Test?” I said when I realized he was staring at me.

  “Our class,” he prompted. “Human Bio? Test today? Didn’t you study?”

  I went into panic mode before remembering that I indeed did study the night before. Evan must be in my bio class. That’s where I had seen him before. I found myself staring at his forearms. They were muscular. Not bulky, but strong, like he gripped things all the time. I wondered what it would be like if they gripped me. Specifically my fat ass. I tried to focus.

  “Yeah. No. I’m not nervous. Just ready for it to be over.” I kept my eyes on his forearms. It was easier than looking at his face. It’s not like I have a forearm fetish. I had plenty of other problems and that wasn’t one of them.

  “I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he said. “I mean, you’re already following the first rule about being ready for the day.”

  I blinked at him. There was a patch of whiskers on his jawline he must have missed when shaving that morning. It was cute. “What rule?”

  He gestured at my tray. “You’re eating a good breakfast. You won’t be distracted by being hungry, right?” He grinned and shoved a forkful of pancake into his mouth.

  I was mortified. He wasn’t calling me fat, but he was pointing out that I ate like a pig, so he was calling me fat. My appetite disappeared, but he didn’t.

  “I think you’re pretty brave,” he said after he swallowed.

  “What? Why?” Did he know about me and Bobbi?

  “You’re one of the only people who speak in the class. I mean, I know it’s a lecture class of…I don’t know. The hall holds a hundred and fifty, right? And it seems like you always have an answer ready when Dr. Drumm tosses it out there.”

  Fat and brave. I guess that was something.

  He continued talking while I sat there and barely ate. If I had better willpower, I wouldn’t have eaten anything else, but I was a slave to my body and, truth be told, the college could whip together a decent breakfast.

  When it was time, Evan walked with me to the classroom, the second largest lecture hall on our smallish campus. He was amiable and polite. Maybe he didn’t mean to call me fat. He did have nice
forearms. And a cute butt. The jeans he wore showed off that. When we got to the hall, it was already half filled mostly with people who never came to class unless there was a test. Evan took charge and found us seats. He was forced to sit one row behind me and to my right. I wondered if he was looking at my ass when I sat down. My sweatshirt was zipped up all the way so there was little chance he was trying to get a look at my cleavage.

  When the tests were passed out, I focused on the questions and tried to put my fantasies of Evan aside for ninety minutes. I’m sure it was my imagination, but I felt Evan’s eyes on me the entire time. It was my imagination; why would a cute guy like him be interested in a fatty like me?

  He was waiting for me in the lobby outside the lecture hall. That was odd. “How’d you do?” he asked me, falling in step next to me as I walked out of the building.

  “Fine. It wasn’t that tough.”

  “Yeah, great. Me too. Thanks for your help.”

  “Help?”

  He paused and gave me a strange look. “For helping me calm down and focus. I always get nervous before a test.”

  I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Sure. No problem.”

  “Going to your next class?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No. I don’t have anything to do until this afternoon. I was going to go back to my room and catch up on some reading.”

  He nodded. “Good plan. Not wasting your time. Smart.”

  The big grin on his face and his general demeanor was telling me something else. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was still horny after Bobbi’s morning feeding. And I needed some stress relief after the test. And he was gripping the strap of his backpack with his arm up in such a way that I could see every flex of his forearm. It was distracting. I wasn’t focused. I asked the question I shouldn’t have. “Unless you’re not busy and you want to go back to my place where we can have wild, passionate sex until we pass out from exhaustion.”

  It was the longest sentence I had ever spoken to him. Evan stopped in the middle of the path we were walking on. I kept going a few more steps before I realized he had stopped. His face had gone from amusement to shock. “What?”

  “If you’re not busy,” I said with a confidence I didn’t feel. After a moment, I resumed walking back to my dorm. I could feel his gaze on my fat ass. A second later I heard his feet scrambling on the path to catch up to me.

  “Are you kidding?” he asked me.

  I kept my eyes straight ahead, refusing to look at him because if I did, I’d chicken out. “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

  We walked the rest of the way back to my room in silence. The dorm was quiet; those who had morning classes were already gone and those who didn’t were still sleeping. The moment we stepped into my room—and I was momentarily glad that Bobbi had an obsession with keeping our place relatively neat and clean—Evan turned to me, pushed me against the wall that was covered with a hundred notices of on-campus doings, and kissed me like I’d never been kissed before.

  First, I had kissed boys before. Six of them, in fact

  Second, I wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t a slut, but I wasn’t a virgin. But college was different from high school.

  Third, I wanted to fuck Evan. I barely knew him, and probably any guy would do at the moment, but he did have nice forearms.

  Fourth, I was sure it wasn’t going to happen because the moment he got my sweatshirt off and saw how fat I actually was, he’d run from the room.

  As we kissed he ran his hands down my sides because I was pressed against the wall and he couldn’t reach all the way around to feel my back and ass. I kept my hands on his slim hips, afraid to do anything stupid. He had strong lips. I liked that.

  He broke the kiss first. “This would probably be easier on your bed,” he said. I nodded in agreement and moved toward the bed, but he stopped me and jerked down the zipper to my sweatshirt. I let it fall off my shoulders. At the bed he pulled up my t-shirt; I let him. He glanced down at my huge tits, smiled, and reached around behind me. After a few seconds of fumbling with the multiple clasps, I pushed him away.

  “Let me,” I said. Either he was incompetent with bras—and what boys weren’t?—or he was stymied by the five industrial strength hooks necessary to keep my tits under control. Instead of unhooking the bra, I just grabbed it and pulled it over my head, exposing my tits to him. I expected him to run screaming from the room.

  Instead he nodded and grinned and kissed me again. He lifted his hand to my breast and I felt my nipple contract at his touch and my knees wanted to buckle. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I’d be happy to let him.

  I stepped out of my shoes and he went down on his knees in front of me. Evan was better at opening the button to my jeans. They fell into a crumpled pile on the floor and I was left in just my socks and underwear. I wished the underwear wasn’t so…boring. But Evan didn’t care. A moment after getting my jeans off, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my undies, looked up at me and asked, “Is this okay?”

  I just nodded.

  He kissed my convex tummy and pulled down my panties.

  Even though I was completely naked and Evan was still fully dressed, I didn’t feel the least bit vulnerable. I felt powerful…and excited.

  Evan kissed me again, pressing me down onto the bed; I happily let him. “You’ve got great tits,” he said as he ran his hand up my leg and cupped one of my huge boobs. He was half lying on top of me and I could feel his hard cock pressing through his jeans against my leg.

  “Thanks. Be careful. They’re sensitive.”

  “Uh-huh,” he said as he kissed my lips again, and then my neck, and then my shoulder, and then I felt his lips closing on my nipple and I panicked because I didn’t want him to wind up with a mouthful of milk that was supposed to be for Bobbi. I didn’t want him to be disgusted by my lactation. I pushed his face away from my nipple.

  “Careful!” I tried not to yell. “They’re sensitive.”

  “Sorry,” he apologized and I felt he really meant it.

  I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs, letting him feel how hot and wet my pussy was. “This is where I want you,” I told him.

  That was good enough for Evan. We kissed some more as he fingered me. He wasn’t nearly as good as my vibrator, but it was fun to share sex with someone else. After a minute of really mediocre foreplay, he moved around again, getting up on his knees to pull off his shirt, revealing a chest that wasn’t exactly skinny, but was incredibly lean. He then repositioned himself between my legs, kissing my tummy before sliding his tongue all the way down into my slit.

  He was much better at eating pussy than he was at fingering it. What we were doing was crazy and stupid, but it felt incredibly good and I wasn’t going to stop the good times just because I was making a foolish decision.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” I cursed as I clamped my thighs around his head. Either Evan didn’t care or that was his kink and before I knew it, I was cumming, my body shaking, my flab quivering, as he pinned me down with his face. Apparently he didn’t know that when I said “Oh fuck!” during sex I meant he had to stop. I was forced to push his head away from my pussy to actually stop him. “Too much,” I complained, panting heavily. It actually wasn’t too much, but I needed a bit of a rest.

  Evan’s face was wet with my pussy, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Did I make you cum?”

  Maybe he was good at eating pussy, but he didn’t know everything.

  “Yes,” I laughed at him. “But I want more.”

  “More?”

  I reached down between us and found his cock was still hard inside his jeans. “Your cock.”

  “I didn’t want to…I didn’t want to assume you wanted to, you know, have actual sex,” he stammered out.

  “Isn’t that why I invited you back here?” I asked him.

  “Well…yeah,” he laughed and he unbuttoned and unzipped, giving me a better view of his impressive bulge still half-h
idden in his underwear. “Uh…do you have a condom?”

  Fuck! No, I didn’t. Why would I. And to expect Evan to have one on him during class was kind of stupid as well.

  “Uhh…no, I don’t.” And I was pretty sure that was going to be the end of that.

  Evan, however, wasn’t going to let it go because—looking back on the situation from a more mature perspective—he was young and horny and wanted to fuck.

  Jumping off the bed he grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on. It was inside out, but that didn’t matter in the moment. “Gimmie a minute. I’ll be right back.” He dashed out of the room.

  I was left alone and naked and only half-satisfied. After a few seconds reflection, I realized where he was going. My moderately progressive college made sure the vending machines in every dorm didn’t just have soda and chocolate and crappy snacks, but also had a selection of three types of condoms. Evan was back in less than a minute, knocking at the door, a three-pack clutched in his hand.

  “I hurried,” he said. “I didn’t want you to change your mind.”

  I quickly pulled him inside before someone saw me naked. I’m sure he was glad that no one saw him ducking into the floor fatty’s room for a shame fuck. I would have been happy to have helped him undress, but Evan was like and over-eager puppy and stripped off his clothes in a flash. His cock was still hard and to my eyes it was huge. Bigger than Buzzy. Maybe not as large as his forearms, but he had nothing to be ashamed of in the locker room—unless, of course, it got out that he had fucked me.

  He started fumbling with the package of condoms, trying to open one up. “Need help with that?” I asked as I slipped back onto my bed.

  “No,” he muttered. “I know what I’m doing,” he said. I watched in fascination as he rolled the condom carefully onto the head of his cock and then all the way down the length. He was slightly curved and it was a beautiful cock. I couldn’t wait to hide it away inside my pussy.