The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Once we stepped inside our room, the tension was back and I was still horny. I knew what was going to happen because I was determined to make it happen. “So you need help with Human Bio?” I asked him as he pretended to look around for his jacket.

  “Yeah. The lab.”

  “Oh. I was hoping you needed some help with anatomy.” I knew it was a terrible and cliché joke. I made it anyway. I was shameless. I also pulled up my shirt and revealed my boobs to him. I hadn’t bothered with a bra because I was wearing a sweatshirt and Sunday mornings are one of the few times I can walk around braless and not have to worry about what others would say—or see.

  Evan grinned like a stupid monkey. “I don’t need any help with that,” he said moving closer. “But if you need some assistance…” He reached for my breasts, cupped them, brought me in closer, and kissed me. My knees went weak and I wanted to collapse against him.

  No. I actually wanted to fuck him, but I maintained some dignity because I could feel Bobbi’s eyes on me.

  “Gross,” she announced.

  I pushed Evan away and hefted my boobs, judging their fullness. The two of them had drained me less than an hour earlier, so I was still empty, but I was also horny. More than anything, I wanted Evan’s cock in me, but I also wanted Bobbi to watch and participate. This wasn’t going to be Sunday. It was going to be sexday.

  “We’re going to have sex,” I told her, indicating Evan. “You’re welcome to watch or join in—I’d love it either way—but I’m still horny.” I reached for Evan’s crotch, pressing my hand against his pants, feeling his boner. I had felt it when he had kissed me so I knew he was ready to go again.

  “I’m not bi like you,” she said abruptly, sitting down on the bed. “I can’t switch back and forth between girls and guys.” She didn’t come right out and admit it, but every indication I had from Bobbi was that she was most definitely a lesbian. I should have felt guilty for persuading her to try hetero sex with Evan, while I helped, but I didn’t. College is a time for exploration, right?

  “Okay,” I said easily. “Would you like us to go back to Evan’s and do it there?” I took my hand away from his hidden cock. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be rubbing his through his clothes while talking to my girlfriend.

  “I don’t know,” she flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “I’m still horny too. Does having too much sex make you want to have more sex?”

  “Yes,” Evan said quickly. “But we can leave,” he offered very politely. “It’s fine.”

  “But I want to have sex with Holly,” Bobbi said.

  “There’s plenty of me to go around.” I felt a little silly not wearing a top while the two of them were completely clothed. I needed to make a decision of either putting my shirt back on or getting completely naked. I preferred naked.

  “Should I go for a run while the two of you do it?” Bobbi asked. “Will you still want to fuck me when I get back?”

  I wanted to tell her that I would fuck her any time of day or night, all she had to do was ask, but Evan spoke first. “It’s not a problem for us to leave.”

  “No, wait, I have a better idea,” I said and went to the box under my bed. It was a little awkward revealing my little box of lube and condoms and Buzzy while they watched, but we didn’t have much in the way of secrets as it was. I grabbed my little yellow and black stripped vibrator and handed it to Bobbi. “Why don’t you use Buzzy while Evan and I…” I didn’t complete the sentence.

  “I’ve never used a vibrator,” she admitted, staring at my most prized possession (which shows how lame my life was) that I had happily handed over to her.

  “Well, go ahead and use Buzzy and have fun,” I told her as I shimmied out of my pants, getting completely naked in front of the two of them. That pretty much shut down Evan’s brain. I could see the bulge in his pants now.

  “Buzzy?” she asked.

  I actually blushed at having used my nickname for my vibrator in front of them. It seemed childish. “Yeah. Don’t worry. I keep him clean. He’s safe.” As if Buzzy hadn’t been someplace where Bobbi’s fingers and mouth hadn’t been. Going back down to my knees I pulled down Evan’s pants and underwear to let his erection come springing out. I didn’t give him a chance. I grabbed it and put it in my mouth, sucking happily.

  Everything else faded away as Evan pulled off his shirt and we moved onto my bed. Somehow I wound up on top of him, sucking his cock while he watched me. Maybe I wasn’t great at giving head, but Evan didn’t seem to mind what I was doing. It was weird to be hunched over his body, dragging my tits against his thighs, but sex forced everyone into strange positions. When I took a brief break from sucking on him, I tossed aside my hair and managed to see Bobbi on her bed. The familiar sound of Buzzy emanated from between her thighs and I could see her dragging my favorite toy around her pussy. Her head was back and her eyes were screwed shut. Apparently she was fine with us having sex in the room with her.

  I focused my attention back on Evan. “Can I put the condom on you?”

  “Sure.” Why would he object?

  I grabbed one of the condoms that had been sitting in my toy box unused for so long, opened it, and somewhat clumsily rolled it onto his hard cock. I felt proud I had done it without any help from Evan. Proud enough to crawl on top of his body and lower myself down on him. It felt wonderful to have him inside me and I started pumping and rolling my hips, fucking him, as he held onto my fleshy body, staring at my large tits while we fucked. I leaned back a little, showing off for him. If he was strange enough to enjoy the view of a fat girl’s tits, I was happy to give him what he wanted.

  What he wanted was more of me. It didn’t take much effort for him to sit up a little and get my nipple into his mouth. I almost melted right there. He didn’t really nurse on me so much as play with my nipples, teasing me. It was still enough to get my milk flowing. There wasn’t much milk, but it was enough to wet his mouth when he drank from me. The other breast slowly dribbled out drops that fell to his body. Evan didn’t mind. I think he got off on it happening.

  Evan clutched my fat ass and lifted up his hips several times, meeting my rolling back and forth. That was it. He came. I could feel the throbbing of his cock inside of me. I wanted to cum—I needed to cum—so I let myself go and realized I was making a horribly unsexy noise as I came, but I didn’t stop. I wasn’t ashamed.

  Despite my weight, Evan didn’t seem to mind me on top of him at all. “Did you like that?” he asked me.

  “I loved it.”

  “Do you want more?” he asked.

  Even if he wanted more, he couldn’t give it to me. Already his cock was fading inside of me.

  “I always want more,” I told him as I heaved my body off his and staggered across the room to Bobbi’s bed. I knew Evan was watching me; that’s what made it even more exciting.

  Bobbi was still busy with Buzzy. She wasn’t pumping him in and out of her pussy like I did, but she was moving him slowly along her slit, the tip of the vibrator just barely inside her entrance and the oscillating length pressing against her clit. I resolved to try that myself the next chance I got. While I wanted to join her, at the same time I wanted to watch and see what she would do on her own, but then again I wanted to give Evan a show because apparently I was a dirty slut who liked sex a little too much and wasn’t loyal to any one person.

  Just as Bobbi was reaching her peak, I put my hand on her upraised knee. She started gasping with the intensity of the orgasm. I could tell she wanted to make more noise, but she was having trouble getting enough air in her lungs to do it. Essentially, she was masturbating herself into hyperventilating. It was sexy and scary at the same time. Her eyes snapped open at my touch and I slid my hand down her inner thigh to draw Buzzy away from her pussy. Switching it off, I put it aside and curled up next to her, shushing her noises, getting her to calm down. Eventually her heaving chest settled down and she let out a long, shuddering sigh before slumping against me.

 
; “Oh fuck,” she whispered quietly in my ear. “That was…that was…that was…”

  She couldn’t finish her thought, but I knew exactly what she was thinking. “Too intense?” Almost the same thing had happened to me the first time I had used a vibrator. Maybe I shouldn’t have left her alone, but she didn’t seem angry.

  “Uh-huh,” she agreed and then managed to settle herself down. Being a runner she had better lung capacity and control than I did. “That got me really worked up,” she said.

  “I could see that.” I smiled at her and gave her a little kiss because I knew that Evan was watching us.

  “Know what I want?” she asked me.

  I shook my head and pressed my hand between her legs. She was hot and soaking wet. I knew what I wanted from her. “No. What?”

  “I want your tits,” she said pushing me to my back and bending her head to nurse from me. I should have said no, but I’m not the sort of girl to say no to any sort of sex. I was prevented from any further conversation when she put her hand between my legs, feeling my well-used pussy, and started jilling me off as she nursed. Looking across the room, I saw Evan watching us, his hand on his cock. It was soft because he had just cum, but I knew he wanted to be jerking off, watching his girlfriend fuck her roommate.

  Even if I wanted to, I was in no position to help him out. Between Bobbi’s mouth on my tits and her hand between my legs, playing with my clit, I was practically paralyzed. My roommate knew exactly what she was doing. I didn’t have to wait long for the satisfying orgasm she gave me. I came on her hand, bucking my hips to increase the friction. There was an embarrassingly large amount of wetness on her hand, but neither of us said anything about that; me, because I wouldn’t, and she because she couldn’t, not with her mouth full of my breast and my milk.

  After I came she continued to nurse on me. I could feel the milk flowing and I had no means or desire to make her stop. It felt good. It wasn’t going to make me cum again, but I that wasn’t a reason to tell her no.

  “That’s fucking hot,” Evan said from across the room.

  I turned my head to look at him. He was on his side, watching up raptly, but his cock was still soft. That’s the sad thing about boys. Two or three orgasms and they’re done for a while. Girls can keep going. I wouldn’t want to be a boy.

  “You think so?” I asked him while stroking Bobbi’s hair, giving us the appearance of two lesbians in love.

  “Definitely. I could get used to this.”

  So could I.

  And so could Bobbi.

  But nothing so perfect could last forever.

  Chapter Twelve

  I spent a lot of time over the next few weeks traveling back and forth between my room and Evan’s. I might have walked so many miles that my ass got smaller. What didn’t get smaller were my tits. I knew when I agreed to be Bobbi’s source of breast milk, that my boobs were going to swell. I was fine with that. When Evan became my boyfriend, they swelled further because I was feeding two people—two adults with ravenous appetites for both sex and milk.

  It was odd the way that the more I was nursed on, the more milk my body made. It was fascinating, but at the same time, I was hungry all the time. Bobbi and Evan were happy to take me to the dining hall and let me eat on their meal cards, but I was starting to feel like a pig. I was eating all the time—which was great on one level, because I loved eating, but on the other hand, I knew it couldn’t be good for me.

  I figured out a lot about myself that semester. Mostly I discovered that I was definitely bisexual, which is both a curse and a blessing. The great part was that, theoretically, I could date any person I set my eyes on. That goes with the old joke that I doubled my chances for a date on a Saturday night just by being bi. That’s not true, of course, because I wasn’t interested in all men and not all women are willing to date other women. And I wasn’t interested in dating a lot of people. I was happy with Evan and Bobbi.

  And that was the curse. I couldn’t choose. Maybe I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life with one or the other, but I couldn’t see myself not having sex with both men and women until I died. Being young and stupid and full of emotions and hormones, I couldn’t decide anything. Maybe if Bobbi and Evan were both male or both female, I’d be forced to make a choice or they’d want to force the issue, but they both offered me something the other couldn’t; they didn’t see each other as competition, but complimentary aspects of each other.

  Plus they both liked watching me have sex with the other.

  After her brief experimentation with Evan and his cock, Bobbi confided in me that she was most definitely a lesbian.

  “I mean, it was interesting and all. And I came when we had sex, but I honestly can’t see myself fucking another guy. Ever. I don’t think I could fall in love with a guy, but a girl,” she told me giving me a kiss as she eased off my bra and released my tits, “I could be with the right girl for the rest of my life.” She latched on to my breast and started nursing, sucking out the milk I had been making for her all day.

  “You know I just came from Evan’s room, right?” I asked her as she continued to nurse but also unzipped my jeans and together we eased them down.

  “Uh-huh,” she said, her voice muffled by my flesh.

  “He and I just had sex.” It was true. I had been horny and Bobbi had been in class. I knew that Evan was free so I went to his room for a quick fuck while his roommate was gone. He fucked me hard from behind and made me cum. When he was done, he made me sit on his lap as he played with my tits and nursed a little, savoring my sweet milk before he had to go to his late afternoon class.

  “I can smell him on you,” she said, taking a quick break from my breasts as she curled her fingers into my panties and up inside my pussy.

  “You’re okay with that?” I tried to ignore her manipulation of my clit, but I knew she was going to make me cum. I was a sex machine, for good or bad.

  Bobbi nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with desire. “Sometimes I get myself off thinking about you two fucking.”

  “You do?” I asked in surprise.

  “Uh-huh,” she said while giving me a little kiss. “It’s pretty fucking hot. I especially like watching you two.” After our first little group encounter, Evan had been invited back into our beds a few more times. I wasn’t at all shy about letting Bobbi watch which was developing an exhibitionist streak in me.

  “You do? Isn’t that a little strange for a lesbian?”

  She paused. My panties were around my thighs and she had managed to stuff a couple of fingers up my pussy while keeping a thumb on my clit. “Straight guys like watching lesbians fuck. Why can’t I do the reverse?”

  I nodded in agreement. “Right. Different measures of violating conventions.”

  “Uh-huh. Now shut up so I can fuck you.” Using her foot, she pushed my panties all the way off and rolled on top of me, sucking out some more milk before slipping down my body and eating my pussy.

  I woke up with Bobbi experimentally weighing my breasts in her hands. I was used to her handling me. For a woman with her own set of tits, she was endlessly fascinated by mine. When she noticed I was awake, she grinned at me. “I’m jealous of you.”

  “Because I have big boobs? They’re only this big because I’m fat and lactating”

  That remark got me a swat on my shoulder. “Stop calling yourself fat,” she told me for the hundredth time. “You’re beautiful and curvy. But yes, I’m jealous because they’re big and full of milk.”

  “There’s ways to get you lactating too,” I told her.

  “Ha. No. My coaches would freak out.” That was the truth. Almost all the women on the track team had cute tiny tits, not massive jugs like mine. And Bobbi’s coaches wanted her energy going into running, not making breast milk.

  “So?” I asked, pushing her down and rolling on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my weight. I was naked and she was in her t-shirt and panties. “We could keep it a secret. We’d just have to suck on your tit
s every few hours for a couple of weeks. We could get your milk flowing.”

  I could tell the idea excited her, the way her face lit up at the suggestion. I had only ever really tasted my milk. I wondered what it would be like to drink a good amount every day.

  “You and Evan want to turn me into a running cow?” she asked.

  I really hadn’t considered the idea before that moment. I knew that Evan would love to have two women who could supply him with milk. He loved to nurse from me, and he was always happy to suck on Bobbi’s little nipples when the three of us played together. She didn’t mind that. But actually starting her lactating? That would be a problem from start to finish.

  “Sure,” I said, reaching up under her t-shirt and pinching one of her nipples. She shivered at my touch. “It would be fucking hot. And we could hide your bigger tits under your endless supply of athletic bras.”

  I released her nipple and a wave of relief washed over her face, but before she had the chance to recover, I put my hand between her thighs, feeling her heat and her dampness even through the soft cotton. “Do you want to fuck?” I asked her, already knowing the answer.

  “Always,” she said, pushing down on my shoulders, encouraging me to pull off her panties and eat her pussy. I happily complied.

  At the last home meet of the track season, I was rushing around in the locker rooms doing my usual shitty job as a team manager, when I walked in on Bobbi hugging one of her teammates. Calista was her name. She wasn’t particularly talented or fast, but she was sexy in a butch way. Everyone knew more than a few of the women on the team were lesbians and I wasn’t threatened by that fact because I had a special relationship with Bobbi. The other women often hugged and embraced before and after races as emotional encouragement. I wasn’t going to say anything or interrupt them; I was just going to grab the folder I needed and get out of there.

  But then I saw the hug was lasting longer than was seemed normal. And then I saw them kissing. Not the sort of kiss to the cheek for luck, but full on tonsil hockey kissing. It would have been fucking hot to watch them if it wasn’t my girlfriend doing it with another woman. I even saw Calista’s hand go down to Bobbi’s butt and grab her ass. I faded into the shadows of the ill-lit locker room.