The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  She was on her side with her right knee pointed at the ceiling to give me access to her pussy. Her body was beautiful and I loved that she allowed me to play with her. I kissed her while I fingered her.

  “This is crazy and stupid,” she said with her eyes screwed shut. She was right on the edge.

  “Uh-huh,” I agreed, going faster while I reached out to tweak her nipple. That was enough. She came on my hand, her pussy suddenly soaked and her thighs trapping my wrist.

  “I should do something for you,” she said when she had recovered.

  “That’s okay. We’re running out of time.” I started to get out of the bed.

  “No. I want to do something for you.” She pushed me back down.

  I expected her to put her hand between my legs and make me cum again that way. I was wrong. Rolling on top of me, she quickly kissed her way down my body, ignoring the rolls of fat, before she was all the way between my legs, staring directly at my pussy. I wasn’t ashamed, but I wasn’t expecting this from Bobbi. She had always seemed more…demure. Maybe she might mess around with the girl supplying her with breast milk, but she wouldn’t go full lesbian and eat pussy.

  I was wrong.

  And she was one of those artists born to eat pussy. Or at least I found her to have the cunning linguist’s talent.

  “That wasn’t bad at all,” she declared after my orgasm. “It was kinda fun.” She wiped her face with her hand, removing most of what I had left behind on her smooth skin.

  I didn’t know if she was reconsidering her stance on her sexual orientation, or what, but I was fine with what we were doing. I couldn’t help myself. I glanced at the time. “We need to get moving if we’re going to eat and go to class.”

  I knew that Bobbi would never consider skipping a necessary meal and I wasn’t skipping class, not when I was going through all this to pay for college. We grabbed our robes and headed for the bathroom. There are two showers on our end of the dorm and normally in the morning they were unused except by me and Bobbi. So naturally this morning one was occupied. “Fuck,” I cursed softly. “You go first. Make it quick.”

  She shook her head and grabbed my hand, dragging me into the shower with her. I should have fought back harder, but I didn’t want to. The showers were just large enough for two people. Two normal sized people, so I was squishing Bobbi more than necessary and there wasn’t much space in the shower, but somehow we managed to get clean—mostly—with a minimal amount of giggling. We even managed to finish up and leave before the other girl got out. What she was thinking I’ll never know and that’s a good thing.

  After that, the day went pretty much as normal. Breakfast. Class. Lunch and a breast milk snack for Bobbi (but no time to fool around because of her practice schedule). Class again. Lab. And then I went to Evan’s room because he kept texting me during the day and I kept responding and between him fucking me the day before and Bobbi’s sudden sexual interest in me, I was hornier than a teenage boy discovering an older brother’s porn collection.

  I went to his room with the express purpose of getting laid again.

  It wasn’t much of a date. We didn’t even pretend to spend a few minutes studying, even if only for appearances to ourselves. As soon as the door to his somewhat messy room closed and I was sure his roommate was gone, we were kissing and falling onto his bed. We tumbled out of our clothes, eager to get naked and experience sex with the other again. Neither of us had any shame, only enthusiasm.

  We kissed and groped and I knew we were going to have sex and it was going to go a little more smoothly than last time because he’d already told me that he had condoms and then in the middle of kissing when I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and I was wishing it was inside of me already he paused.

  “God I love your body.”

  I froze.

  And then I grimaced at him and tried to push him off me.

  He frowned at me. “What’s the matter?”

  “I don’t like being made fun of. I’m leaving.”

  “What? Why?” He was genuinely puzzled.

  I just glared at him while he lay on top of me. He wasn’t really pinning me down; I could have rolled to the side to escape him, but I was frustrated (sexually and emotionally) and angry.

  “I know I’m fat. You don’t have to mock me.”

  He blinked, not comprehending my words. “I’m not mocking you. I don’t like short girls but I do like girls with curves.” He paused and looked at my chest. “And big tits. I’ll admit that. I’d probably never go for a girl with a flat chest.”

  For half a second I wished I was one of those girls who didn’t have enough self-respect to walk out on a guy she wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to get laid, but I didn’t believe him.

  “Right. You with your perfect body and your gorgeous forearms, you aren’t fucking me just to get closer to Bobbi, right?” I flopped my head back and glared at the ceiling. “Being on the track team isn’t good enough for both of you, right?”

  He actually laughed at me. “Bobbi Church? I didn’t know she was your roommate until she walked in on us. I can assure you, I have no interest in her.”

  “Right,” I said sarcastically.

  He grabbed by tits, which was quite rude and presumptuous of him, but in the context of the moment I sort of loved it because, sadly enough, I still had the urge to get laid. “You’ve got these big, beautiful boobs. She’s got nothing. Flat. Boring. Okay, maybe it makes me shallow, but the first thing I see on a girl is her tits. Yours looked great under your shirts…and they look better naked.”

  I shrugged. “So big tits, so what. I’ve got ‘em because…because I’m fat.” That was only half a lie.

  He shook his head at me. “Okay, maybe you aren’t rail thin and maybe you aren’t athletic, but that’s fine with me. I prefer girls with nice curves.” He ran his hand down my side over my ample hip and around to my fat ass.

  “You’re lying.”

  “If I’m lying, why am I naked in bed with you?” he asked with a charming grin.

  I hated that charming grin because it made me want to fuck him more. “Because you’re a guy and you want to get laid.”

  He nodded. “Well, that’s at least partly true.” He handled his cock a bit, showing me how hard it was, as if I didn’t already know. “But why would you think that?”

  “Because I know what pig parties are and how guys love to play that stupid fucking game where they have a contest to see who can date or fuck the ugliest or fattest girl.” I closed my eyes as if that would somehow stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.

  “That’s disgusting and I’d never do that. First, because it’s dehumanizing to everyone involved. Second, because you have the perfect body type for me and besides, you’re fucking hot.”

  I laughed at him. “I don’t believe you.”

  He turned my face towards his. “You have beautiful eyes and smooth skin. I love that. Maybe it’s shallow, but I love girls with long hair. And big tits. And a generous ass. But I like you too. It’s not just sex.”

  “Maybe if it was sex, it would be easier.” I looked down at his cock. It was still hard. Maybe he was telling the truth or maybe he was just so eager to fuck he’d do or say anything to get inside me.

  “How about we fuck,” he suggested, “and then talk about our relationship later?”

  Hormones are a wonderful thing. Maybe he was treating me as a thing to fucked, but I wanted him to fuck me. He did have a beautifully athletic body. And his forearms…

  “Okay,” I agreed and kissed him. If we were kissing we weren’t talking and saying stupid things. We kissed for a bit and then he moved to my neck and shoulders and then downward and I was certain he was going to go down on me, but he paused at my boobs and I panicked and literally pushed his mouth off my nipple.

  “What?” he asked innocently.

  I could tell my milk hadn’t let down, but it wanted to. I could feel it. “Really sensitive nipples,” I reminde
d him of my lie.

  “Sorry.”

  I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs so he could feel my wet pussy. “How about we just have sex?” I asked him.

  “Sure!” He jumped out of his bed, grabbed his package of condoms, and rolled one on in record time. I was fascinated at how he did it. He paused before getting back in bed with me. “Can I make a request?” he asked politely.

  “Okay.”

  “Can I fuck you from behind?”

  I blinked. “Like…doggy style?”

  He nodded.

  I’d only ever had sex on my back, missionary position. I supposed a little change of pace couldn’t be bad, could it? “We can try—” I managed to get out before he interrupted me.

  “Great!” His face lit up like the sun. “Um, get on your hands and knees and—”

  It was my turn to interrupt him. “I know what to do. But I’m going to point out that this is hardly romantic.”

  “This isn’t about romance,” he said. “This is about sex.”

  I did as he asked, getting on all fours with my fat ass in the air while he knelt down behind me. I felt a bit dehumanized, turned into an animal, but then Evan’s hands were on me, caressing my ass, reaching between my legs, probing my pussy with his cock, and I put my hand down between my thighs to guide him into me.

  It was surprisingly easy to have sex in that position. He slipped right it, aided by my wet pussy, and he went all the way in, nestling into me like he was meant to be there.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned once we figured out what we were doing.

  “Uh-huh,” he agreed. Keeping a firm grip on my hips and ass with his hands, aided by his strong forearms, he started moving his cock in and out of me, faster and faster, harder and harder, to the point where he was all but ramming it into me like a weapon. We were going so hard and fast that our bodies were slapping together. It wasn’t a pretty sound, but I appreciated his enthusiasm.

  Not that I had a lot of experience with sex, but I quickly decided that getting fucked from behind was much better than missionary. Or at least Evan was good at doing it that way because he was hitting all the right spots that way. In the back of my mind I realized that missionaries hated sex, or at least hated that other people enjoyed sex, and that position wasn’t good for everyone.

  I was gripping Evan’s bedframe so hard when I came I was certain I was going to bend it. He paused in his thrusting when I was coming down. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” I puffed. “Why?”

  “Because you sounded like you were in pain.”

  I looked at the pillow beneath me. “No. Just cumming.”

  “You were loud,” he said.

  My face was already red from exertion so I couldn’t blush. “Sorry.”

  “No. I liked it. Can I keep going?”

  “Please.”

  He started going again. It felt really good. He didn’t make me cum a second time, but I got really close before he came.

  Immediately after sex is when it’s most awkward. We disentangled our limbs from each other. He got out of bed and got rid of the condom. Evan was polite enough to hand me a small towel to clean up with, which was better than having to get partially dressed and going to the men’s bathroom. When all that was over, we got back in bed together and enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin.

  “This was great,” he said.

  “Um-huh,” I agreed. I was exhausted. I’d been having a lot of sex lately, but I figured telling Evan that I’d been having sex with Bobbi wasn’t the right choice just then. His hand came up my body to caress my breast and play with my nipple. What he was doing was nice, keeping me on edge just enough so that I was considering fucking him again, but it was so nice that I forgot what and who I was. “Feels good,” I said.

  “You’re wet.”

  I smiled. “Uh-huh. My pussy is wet for you.” I wasn’t the best at sexy talk, but I figured I didn’t have to be.

  “No, you’re sweaty or something,” he said.

  I came to my senses and sat up. “Shit!” I cursed and looked down at my tits. Both my nipples were starting a steady drip of milk. Mortified, I covered up my nipples with my hands to staunch the flow and struggled out of the bed. “I’m sorry,” I apologized as I scrambled about for my clothes, specifically for my bra because if I could get that on, I could finish getting dressed with a minimum of humiliation and get out of Evan’s room.

  “For what?” He was confused.

  “For…this.” I sort of shook my tits at him. “I’m leaking.”

  He was puzzled. “Leaking what?”

  “Milk,” I explained, exasperated. I found my bra on the floor and scooped it up. Only then did I realize he truly had no idea what I did for Bobbi and what my tits were doing every minute of the day. “I’ve got a…condition. I’m lactating.”

  He was surprised. “Really?” A look of intense interest passed over his face.

  “Yeah. I need to get back to my room. This was great and all, but…uh…I need to leave.”

  “You don’t have to,” he said quickly.

  “Yeah, my milk is making a mess. I need to leave.” I managed to get my bra on and though I was still leaking, the generous amount of material that made up the garment would save me from complete humiliation as I tried to run across campus. My other clothes quickly followed the bra.

  “What are you going to do?” He was puzzled by my actions. I didn’t blame him.

  “I’ll take care of it at home.” It was time for Bobbi to feed anyway. That’s why I was letting down.

  “You can stay and take care of it here,” he said generously. He just wanted to fuck me again. I just wanted to fuck him again, but my tits and obligations weren’t going to allow that.

  “That would be great…but no. I’ll…I’ll call you later,” I said as I ran out the door. My face was red with humiliation but I managed to get out of Evan’s dorm before I started crying. I was glad it was night and dark. No one could see the tears on my face.

  As I was hurrying back to my room, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the message. Naturally it was Bobbi.

  Where are you? I’m hungry.

  I texted her back. Back in ten minutes.

  I was hoping to get a free college education because I could lactate. I never expected the emotional roller coaster.

  End Part One

  Part Two

  Chapter Five

  I hurried inside the dorm and raced up to the room I shared with Bobbi. I could feel the milk leaking out of my tits.

  “Where have you been?” Bobbi demanded as soon as I walked in the door.

  I paused for just a second. I should have said nothing and just taken off my shirt so she could nurse. Instead, I gave her an honest answer. “I was with Evan,” I told her. With my shirt off I looked down at my bra. The cups were dark with moisture, but it wasn’t completely soaking wet. I pulled it off and freed my large breasts. I could feel them leaking still. It was late, later than the usual time I nursed Bobbi before dinner.

  “Evan? What were you doing with him?” Even though she was angry, I didn’t miss her staring at my tits. I was full and she wanted my milk because of her athletic obsession with being the best runner on the track team, or whatever she was.

  “We were on a date,” I told her primly, and then I added with anger: “What do you think we were doing?”

  “Probably fucking him,” she said.

  Even as we argued, we moved to her bed and got on it together so it would be easier for her to nurse. I wanted her to because my tits were starting to hurt and she wanted to because she needed whatever health benefits she thought that breast milk gave her.

  And it was unspoken but we both had a certain sexual attraction for each other now.

  It was a fucked up relationship.

  “Yeah, so?” I asked her as she latched onto my engorged nipple.

  She didn’t say anything, we just put our bodies together and I let her nurse. I hated t
o say it…well, no, I didn’t hate to say it. I loved the way she nursed from me and drank my milk. Maybe she got off on drinking my milk, but I got off on supplying it to her.

  Like I said, it was a fucked up relationship.

  Even so, it was nice to have her nursing on me. I was still a little bit high from having fucked Evan less than an hour ago, so it was easy for her to turn me on by nursing. I should I minded. I didn’t. I was turning into a slut. To be honest, it didn’t upset me.

  Eventually she calmed down and I calmed down because nursing is just relaxing—and a turn on at the same time—and I got a little bit sleepy and things were going great when Bobbi abruptly asked me, “Are we going to have sex or what?”

  My nipple was wet with her saliva and my milk and when she removed her mouth it immediately contracted in the cool air. “What?” I asked.

  “No, I want to have sex. Don’t you want to have sex?” Bobbi looked a little desperate to want sex so eagerly from me.

  “Uh…sure. I just didn’t know if you were into it or not.” My reply was lame. And half a lie. Again. If she had asked me the exact same question a week ago, I would have said yes. I was desperate to fuck her or anyone else on campus or off. But now things were different. I had a boyfriend—sort of—now and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be with him or her.

  Maybe both?

  “I thought you liked having sex with me,” Bobbi said.

  “I do,” I said quickly. I had only had sex with two guys before Evan and Bobbi, and it was pretty good, but sex with the two of them was fantastic. I was definitely confused, but it wasn’t going to change my behavior. I knew I was going to keep having sex with the both of them until some disaster happened.

  Before Bobbi could say anything else, I grabbed her face between my hands and pulled her close enough to kiss. I could just barely taste my milk on her lips. The kiss was all it took—and the fact that I was half naked and Bobbi had been sucking on my tits.

  Kisses were always good and a few seconds later, she was helping me get her clothes off.

  I knew I was at least a little fat. I wasn’t enormous, but I needed to lose weight. Bobbi, however, had the perfect lean athlete’s body and I desired it more than I wanted to admit to myself. Small, perfectly proportioned boobs capped with barely there pink nipples, lithe arms and legs, a flat tummy that just barely hid a girly six-pack, and an ass that was tight enough that I was certain she had steel implants under her skin. What I really loved was her pussy. Or maybe I was just obsessed in the moment. When she was naked but I was still in my jeans, I got down between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, and buried my face in her sex.