The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  It was sultry and musky and sexy and going down on a woman shouldn’t have been half as much fun as it was, but I didn’t mind doing it for her and for me. As I got busy with making her cum, her little moans got louder and more enthusiastic even though I could tell she was trying to stifle them as much as possible. That made me suck and lick her all the harder. I even reached up and pinched one of her nipples while I went down on her. That was more than enough to make her cum, which she did all over my face and I loved it.

  “Oh fuck, oh shit,” she panted. “I didn’t mean to cum like that.” She was embarrassed. I was thrilled.

  “It’s fine,” I told her, crawling up over her body to give her a little kiss without wiping my face first, forcing her to taste herself on my lips. “That’s what sex is all about, getting a little dirty.”

  Or in my case extra dirty since I was going back and forth between partners.

  She nodded and gave me a quick kiss, then settled in next to me, letting me know she wasn’t going anywhere soon. “I’m sorry I’m making you do this.”

  “Sorry for what?”

  “Having sex with me. I know you’d rather be fucking Evan. Or anyone else.”

  “What?” I was thoroughly confused. Okay, to be completely honest, while Bobbi had a fantastic body, her face was rather plain. It didn’t help that she never wore any makeup and kept her hair in such a simple, boring style. Add to those facts that I had literally never seen in her anything other than athletic clothing—I don’t think she even owned a skirt—and it suddenly dawned upon me that maybe Bobbi wasn’t exactly who I thought she was. Or maybe I was clueless. Or maybe Bobbi didn’t know who she was.

  She lifted up her head and looked at me. “I’m ugly and I’ve got a boy’s body. The only reason you pretend to like me is because you have to because we’re paying you. And I know it’s for the milk. And having sex with you is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done but…but here we are.”

  It was then that I realized that I had gotten myself in way deeper than I had ever planned. I was willing to lactate for and nurse Bobbi in exchange for money to go to college. Yes, I wanted to have sex with her—and in retrospect that wasn’t the smartest move on my part—but I also just wanted to have sex. Bobbi wasn’t as completely into her burgeoning athletic career as I thought. Maybe she liked girls more than she let on. Maybe—for reasons that made no sense—she had fallen for me. But that was crazy.

  I didn’t know what to do. I silently stroked her short, soft hair for a minute before I said, “I like you, Bobbi. And I like having sex with you. And I don’t mind at all supplying you with my milk, but I’m not sure I want a…romantic relationship with you. Or maybe anyone,” I hastened to add. “Maybe with Evan it’s just a physical thing.”

  She lifted up her head, displacing my hand, and looked at me. “Do you like boys or girls?” she asked bluntly.

  “I could ask the same of you.”

  Bobbi looked away. “I’ve never been allowed a relationship. Apparently because I can run fast, I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend or girlfriend. My coaches have always said there will be time for that later. It’s always later. And here you are available and all and I wanted to have sex with someone, anyone and I did.” She sniffed. She wasn’t crying, but she was damn close. I didn’t want to look down at her face because I didn’t want to confirm if I was right or wrong.

  Before I answered her a question formed in my mind and I blurted it out without thinking. “Are you a virgin?”

  “Well, not anymore. I had sex with you, right?”

  That was true enough. “Have you ever done it with a guy?” While we were roommates and nominally friends, beyond her basic college classes and involvement with the track team, I didn’t know much about Bobbi.

  “No. Have you?” She shook her head. “Sorry. Rude.”

  “No, it’s okay. Evan, obviously. And two guys back in high school. They were bad choices. Evan though…”

  “What about him?

  “I don’t know yet.”

  She inhaled deeply and let her breath out slowly. I recognized the calming technique she used right before a race. “And me. Have you had sex with any other girls?”

  This was a crazy conversation, but my life was slowly spinning out of control. I leaned into the spin, accelerating the motion of the amusement park ride that was my life. “No. Just you.”

  “You didn’t answer my question,” she said. “Do you like boys or girls?”

  She deserved an answer. I didn’t have one for her. “I honestly don’t know,” I half laughed. “Maybe I haven’t made my mind up yet.”

  I felt her head nod against my chest. “I think I know about myself, but I can’t tell anyone yet.”

  “Not even me?” I teased a little. I had an idea about her.

  “Not even myself,” she said.

  We fell silent and then we fell asleep.

  Chapter Six

  I got pretty good at going back and forth between Evan and Bobbi. Apparently he was into fat chicks, which I understood, but he wasn’t using me just for sex—though I may have been using him just for sex—because he wanted a romantic relationship. He thought my relationship with Bobbi was odd; that we were especially close for roommates and friends.

  I kept him in the dark at to my exact relationship with Bobbi.

  In high school I had fucked two guys my senior year because I was horny and had bad judgment. I went a year in college with nothing, and now I was fucking two different people, both of them beautiful and obsessed with me for some reason.

  I figured it had to be my tits.

  The next week was a bit crazy. I was constantly feeding Bobbi and sleeping in her bed, or she was sleeping in mine, every night. That made things easy for us to have sex whenever we wanted. We wanted it a lot. Or at least I did. Bobbi initiated just as much as me, but I was having a lot more sex than she was.

  That was because every afternoon between lunch and classes, I went over to Evan’s dorm and had sex with him. I should have been getting worn out, but I wanted to have more and more sex no matter how much I had.

  During sex with Evan I quickly figured out that I like getting fucked doggy style better than any other position. Evan loved it as well. He was into big girls, obviously, but I’m positive he loved the view of my ass, grabbing and holding onto it while he fucked me. That suited me just fine because in that position he didn’t have easy access to my tits. The less I had to explain about leaking milk, the better.

  Thursday afternoon I met him at his room, gave him a kiss in the hallway—he didn’t mind kissing a fat girl in front of his dorm mates as long as he was fucking me—and we went inside where I started getting naked before the door was closed. He watched me.

  “Like the show?” I asked him, unashamed of being naked in front of him, even if he wasn’t stripping off.

  He grinned. “Yeah.” His eyes were on my tits and he reached out to fondle them. I wasn’t terribly worried about leaking because Bobbi had just drained them an hour ago, but I still feigned sensitivity.

  “Careful,” I cautioned him.

  “Mm-hmm.” His fingers lightly rolled my nipples and I shivered at his touch. It was too good. “Want to have sex?”

  “That’s why I came here,” I told him as I crawled onto his standard issue dorm bed. I wiggled my butt at him. Today wasn’t about romance, it was just sex. Sex I needed.

  He playfully slapped me on the ass and I shrieked, playing along with his game, shuffling to the side to pretend to escape him. “Let me get under you,” he said, completely naked now, his cock hard. I loved that about him. It didn’t take much to get him hard. The only time I’d ever seen him soft is after sex, and even then only sometimes.

  “What? Why?” I started to panic. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

  “Yes, but I want you to ride me. I want you to do all the work for once.”

  I shook my head. “No. I can’t. I’ll crush you.”

  He had one kn
ee on his bed, the other foot on the floor, and his cock was curved upward to the ceiling. I looked at him and he quickly flexed his lean, hard muscles. Maybe he wasn’t bodybuilder huge, but he spent enough time running and working out that I couldn’t see an ounce of fat on him. It was gorgeous. “I’m strong and I can take it. If nothing else, we’re going to try it once.” He grabbed a condom off his desk, tore open the package, rolled it on and lay down on the bed next to where I was kneeling. “You know what to do,” he said.

  “No, I don’t,” I told him. “Every time I’ve ever had sex, I’ve always been on bottom.” I couldn’t help but reach for his cock and wrap my hand around it. The heat from his desire came through the thin sheath of latex. It was actually pulsing, throbbing. I loved that.

  “We can figure it out,” he said as I threw my leg over his body and got into position. It took some doing, but nature took its course and I lowered myself down on his cock, allowing it to slide into my pussy.

  It felt good. Maybe it felt even better than getting fucked from behind. I felt I was in control because I was in control. Doing what was natural, I started moving my hips and riding on his cock, forgetting for a moment that I was the fat girl fucking the cute, sexy guy.

  Evan ran his hands over my body, feeling my soft skin, exploring my curves. I barely noticed when his hands cupped my tits and by the time he did, I didn’t care. They were big and it was impossible not to make them bounce when I was going up and down on Evan’s cock. I was too into having sex and enjoying myself to realize how badly I had screwed up.

  His fingers were twisting my nipples and I loved it. However, it was the wrong type of stimulation right then.

  “You’re really sweaty,” Evan said, briefly pausing in the thrusts that were matching the rolls of my hips. “I love it.”

  I looked down at my huge boobs. They were leaking milk and they were leaking pretty steadily. I slapped Evan’s hands away and grabbed my boobs, trying to staunch the steady flow of milk from my nipples while at the same time I struggled to get off Evan’s cock, roll out of bed and hide my humiliation. I’m not athletic. I didn’t get off Evan’s cock so much as bounce around and look like an ungainly whale lost on land.

  “What’s the matter?!” Evan was truly alarmed. He must have thought I was having a seizure.

  “I’m...we shouldn’t have done this. You don’t want to see this.” I put one hand down on the bed and struggled to get my balance so I could get off him. It would have been easier if Evan’s cock wasn’t so big and hard inside of me.

  He grabbed my hips in his hands and I looked down and was momentarily paused by his muscular forearms that were keeping me from moving. Those forearms could stop me every time without touching me. “What’s the matter?” he demanded of me. “Are you hurt?”

  I looked away from him, embarrassed. My face was bright red, I knew it. “My breasts…they’re leaking.”

  “Oh. Heh. Is that all?” He grinned and I could feel him chuckling more than I could hear him laughing. “That’s…different. Did I cause that?”

  “Sort of.” I didn’t want to discuss it while he was inside of me.

  “Wow. That’s kind of hot.”

  I struggled to get off Evan. “We’d better stop. You don’t want this.”

  Evan pushed aside my hands, exposing my tits. “I don’t want to stop fucking you,” he said. “It’s just some milk, right?” He reached out and gently wiped away a few drops of the milk that were clinging to my nipple. I watched in fascination and horror as he put his finger in his mouth and tasted the milk that was supposed to be for Bobbi.

  “Like sugar water,” he said. “Very sweet. Like you.”

  I grimaced at him. “Yeah. Right. You can stop now.”

  He shook his head. “Nope. I want to cum and I’m going to finish before you get off me.” Evan’s big hands held my hips in place and he started fucking me from underneath. I put a hand down on his shoulder and let him do what he wanted. My big tits rested against his chest and I could feel the milk slowly leaking out. He didn’t mind and his cock inside of me convinced me that I didn’t care either. He wanted to cum and I needed to cum.

  It worked out well.

  “Spend the night with me?” he asked when we were done and I was getting my clothes back on.

  “I…I can’t. Not tonight.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  I gave it some thought. “Bobbi’s got a meet Saturday morning. I have to go with her and the team. Officially, I’m an equipment manager.”

  “Oh…so that’s why I’ve seen you at the meets.”

  “Yeah. But…soon. I can spend the night with you soon.”

  “Jordan’s away this weekend, that’s why I asked.”

  It took me a moment to remember that Jordan was Evan’s roommate. I was passing up a great opportunity. Fuck.

  Chapter Seven

  Bobbi nursed hungrily from me as I was flat on my back with her half naked body covering my completely naked body. It wasn’t necessary for either of us to be naked while she nursed—I could just open up by shirt and bra and be done with it—but her hand was busy in my pussy while I kept my knees bent and pointed at the ceiling. Nursing combined with sex made both much more enjoyable for me. And while it was enjoyable, it also tended to stretch out the time it took in the morning. She was draining the milk from my tits, but she was also keeping me on edge, wanting more and more sex. I hadn’t cum yet and I wasn’t going to tell her to stop until I came…even though the bus for the team was probably waiting for us at that very moment.

  I let out a deep moan as her thumb circled my clit for the millionth time while she rolled my free nipple between finger and thumb as her mouth sucked harshly on the nipple she was currently feasting on. I called it the triangle of pleasure doom because I was doomed to be the victim of her pleasure with those three zones simultaneously under attack. She looked up at me with mischievous eyes but said nothing because her mouth was full of tit and milk. I couldn’t say anything because when I was on the edge of pleasure like that, the speech center of my brain went offline.

  The only thing I could do was groan again to let her know I was right on the edge and I needed to cum. Bobbi probably could have drawn this out to last an hour or more—there was no way I could take that—but she knew as well as I did that we needed to get to the bus on time. As fast and talented on the track as she was, no team would wait for a prima donna no matter how good she was on the track. Or in bed.

  I humped my pussy against her hand, wanting more, harder friction. She broke her latch on my fat nipple. “Do you want to cum?” she asked me, neither increasing nor decreasing the pressure on my pussy.

  “Uh-huh,” I managed to moan out.

  “Fine then,” she said, feigning exasperation. “We’ve got a bus to catch.” And just like that it was like she was jackhammering my pussy with her fingers. Her hand was slapping against my vulva. I could feel my juices splattering all over the bed sheets, but I didn’t care because it was exactly what I needed to cum. I scissored my legs around her hand, holding it in place while I came. To my horror I could feel my body shaking. I had lost physical control of it to the point where it felt like I was peeing the bed.

  “Holy shit,” Bobbi exclaimed as I finished cumming. “You must have loved that.” She was commenting on the ridiculous amount of bodily fluids I had leaked over the bed. Fortunately it was my bed, so my humiliation wasn’t complete.

  I had to admit, the orgasm she gave me was the best I had had in a long time…if not ever. “Yeah, yeah. It was great.” I gave her a little kiss and regretfully looked at the clock. It was later than I wanted, but we weren’t late late. Not yet. I rolled my fat ass out of the bed. “C’mon. If we hurry, we’ll have just enough time to shower.” Our bags were ready to go; all we needed to do was shower and eat.

  I got maybe a minute to shower. Bobbi took the other stall to hurry things along on the very off chance that someone would interrupt us. We got dressed, grabbed our bags, and we
re out the door. Breakfast was several very lame granola bars—and the milk that Bobbi had already drunk from me—as we walked to the bus. The trip wasn’t far to the college the track team was competing at, but it would still take a couple of hours. I sat in the front, near the coaches, while she sat in the back, with the other runners.

  Maybe it was right then when I realized that as much as I was attracted to her and enjoyed sex with Bobbi, neither she or I was willing to take the social risk of declaring ourselves girlfriends. It was stupid not only because we had a relationship in private, but there were several publicly out members of the team. She wouldn’t be the only lesbian running track.

  But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be with her or Evan. Or both.

  The track meet was fine. We did well. Bobbi won both her races. I managed to privately nurse her in the locker room with no one being the wiser. Of course, the coaches knew because they were the ones who had set up our arrangement. It was only that day that it occurred to me that maybe other girls were feeding some members of the track team. I checked out all the other non-team members that traveled with us all the time. I couldn’t tell just by looking, but there were a few members of the staff with big boobs that might have been nursing.

  Bobbi was exhausted by the time we arrived back on campus. I wasn’t. I was tired, but mostly bored and I didn’t want to do homework. I called Evan. He was glad to hear from me. I left Bobbi in her bed, asleep, and walked over to Evan’s room.