The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Moment of high school flashed back again as we stumbled about and fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs that took us a minute to straighten out. In the process I realized two things. First, my cock somehow easily found its way to the entrance of her pussy, partly because I wanted that to happen and partly because the eagerly opened up her legs to let me in. Second, she still had her bra on, containing her massive tits. I didn’t have any easy way to remove it either; the strap was pinned underneath her, but the bra gave her some nice cleavage.

  I could work with that.

  Feeling the wetness of her pussy I wanted to plunge forward, but high school once again intruded into my mind.

  “Shit. Should I get a condom?” It was a stupid question to ask. The proper thing to do was to put on a condom without being asked. That was only good sexual etiquette in the twenty first century.

  “I’m safe. Are you?”

  I hoped she was talking about disease because I wasn’t firing blanks. The big snip was nowhere in my immediate future.

  “Yes.”

  “Then put it in me and make me cum. Then you can cum in me.”

  It was what the lady wanted. I pushed in, parting her lips. She groaned in appreciation of being filled up. “Fuck yes,” she moaned. “I needed that.”

  “I haven’t made you cum you,” I said carefully, not moving while I got used to her hot pussy.

  “It’s been too long since I’ve had a new cock in me,” she explained.

  I nodded in understanding and started fucking her.

  What can be said about plain heterosexual penis in vagina sex? Not much. Either it’s good and nothing more needs to be said or it’s terrible and everyone wants it to be over as quickly as possible so it doesn’t have to be mentioned ever again.

  Between Melanie and me, the sex was good.

  It was very good.

  I lasted longer than I thought I would be able to which made me proud and was more than enough time get Melanie off.

  Or maybe she was faking.

  I don’t think she was faking because her pussy got incredibly hot as she came and she gasped in a completely unnatural way that was completely unsexy which made it sexy because it proved to me she wasn’t faking.

  Her legs wrapped around mine and she held me tightly with her arms, not letting me roll of and run away after I finished.

  I didn’t want to roll off and run away after I finished. I wanted more. I wanted to get her bra off and see her huge tits.

  Yeah, I wanted more and I was willing to do what ever it took to get it.

  “Thank you,” she politely said to me as eh limbs loosened allowing me to collapse next to her in the bed. On the bed. We hadn’t even had time to pull back the cover and expose the sheets. I hoped the hotel maids were smart enough to figure out the bedspread needed to be washed.

  “For what?” I asked.

  “For making me cum and being a more than halfway decent fuck.”

  “Thank you…I suppose. That’s not the best compliment I’ve ever received when it comes to sex however,” I pointed out.

  “Oh?” she asked archly. “What was the best compliment you ever received…when it comes to sex.” She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand, her arm bent at the elbow.

  “Umm…that would have to be Kelly, a girl I briefly dated in college.”

  “And what did she say?”

  “If I can remember the quote correctly I think it went: ‘Oh fucking god. Your cock…it’s like its attached to a god. It’s enough to make me change religions.’” I cleared my throat. “Something like that.”

  “What religion was she.”

  “Uh…Catholic I think.”

  Melanie scoffed. “Catholics are always eager to change religions. I used to be Catholic and then I decided I’d rather worship at the temple of the cock.”

  “That’s a religion I could…well I don’t have any problem with it.” I grinned at her.

  “Want to worship at the temple of Venus?” she asked me grabbing my hand and putting it between her legs. She was still hot and sticky. Some of that sticky, slipperiness was my cum. I didn’t complain, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to go down on her at that moment.

  Yes, maybe I did have a hang-up about eating my own cum.

  “I’d rather worship at the double temples on the mount,” I said running my fingers over her still-covered tits.

  “I can arrange that,” she said sitting up and yanking her bra over her head.

  Her tits bounced out and I wasn’t disappointed.

  They were huge and heavy, falling against her chest and perfectly displaying the wonders of physics. I was no mathematician or physicist, but I did know the golden ratio. Melanie’s tits perfectly fit the golden ratio of breast size to body type, and breast size to areola diameter to nipple size and length. They were a marvel of evolution. For those logically minded, they were enough to instill a belief in God. For the religious folks, they were enough to renounce God and swear at the altar of evolution.

  “Wow.” Sometimes understating something perfectly encapsulates it.

  Melanie smiled. “Thank you. But they aren’t just for you to star at.”

  There were times when I wasn’t a complete idiot and knew when a woman was coming on to me. This was one of those times.

  I reached up and gently caressed her breasts with both hands. They were marvelous to the touch. She all but purred as I touched her. Firm but not hard and pleasing for touching and squeezing.

  “Harder,” she encouraged me. “I like a firm touch.”

  I pushed her back down to the bed and rolled on top of her. There’s a difference between firm and overly rough. Apparently I had just the right balance because she smiled and closed her eyes while arching up her back just a bit to offer them to me again, an entirely unnecessary gesture, but I appreciated it.

  Lowering my mouth to her right breast, I took her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing just enough to give her a thrill of pleasure and to let her know that—for the moment at least—she was mine. Sucking in her right nipple, I found it to be sweet and already erect, almost a hard nubbin under my tongue. Maybe this was something she expected or maybe it was something new and she quickly loved it. Either way, I didn’t care because it was working perfectly for me.

  “Suck on me,” she encouraged in a half-whispered voice. “I love that.”

  I was already sucking, but I decided to focus on that. I moved my mouth back and forth between her tits. I must have literally been salivating for her breasts because they were incredibly wet and incredibly sweet. Usually my partner’s breasts tasted like nothing or were slightly salty from sweat, but Melanie’s were sweet. It was a pleasure to suck and lick her tits. When I moved my free hand down between her legs, she happily opened them for me, letting me slip a finger up inside her pussy. I didn’t play with her clit, not directly, but kept my finger there as a reminder that something bigger and better was coming.

  When I did press my thumb onto her clit she lifted up her hips and sighed. “You like my milk?” she asked softly.

  I had never gotten that question before. “What?” I spluttered.

  “Do you like my milk?” she enunciated carefully.

  “Your milk?” I had sex brain apparently. I wasn’t understanding everything she was saying.

  “Yeah, my milk.”

  I stared dumbly at her.

  “I’m lactating,” she explained. The moment was ruined. We had been working up to another mutually beneficial fuck session and now we were headed to a discussion I was completely unprepared for.

  “Lactating?”

  “Making milk,” she explained like I was a two-year-old.

  “I know what it means,” I said petulantly…just like a two-year-old.

  “Do you like it then?”

  “I didn’t realize you were lactating.”

  “I am.”

  “Is that why you taste so sweet?”

  Melanie smiled an
d took her breast in hand. She squeezed and rolled it a bit, harder than I would have dared without direct instruction, and she created a little milk fountain that erupted from her nipple. There were several streams of thin white liquid—milk, obviously—that rose almost a foot above her chest before falling back onto her skin. Letting go of her breast she wiped up some of the milk with her fingertips and brought it to her lips. Tasting herself, she smiled. “Yes, very sweet. That’s what brings all the boys to me.”

  My cock couldn’t decide if it was excited or disturbed by this unexpected turn of events. I wanted to get hard but I didn’t know if that was the right reaction in this case.

  Melanie helped me along. “I’m all wet,” she said, indicating the space between her breasts that was covered with droplets of milk. “Why don’t you clean me up?”

  I knew she didn’t mean with a washcloth from the hotel bathroom. Gamely, I lowered my head back down to her chest, stuck out my tongue and lapped up the milk. It was sweeter than I remembered, even if I had only just tasted it a minute earlier. She curled her fingers around the back of my head and moved me around to where she wanted. I followed her lead and eventually she brought me back to her nipple.

  Taking it into my mouth I latched on and began nursing. With her other hand she encouraged me to fuck her pussy with the finger that was already embedded inside her canal.

  It was weird and kinky and strange and mind-blowing.

  I loved every second of it.

  Even while I was sucking from her tits, I tried not to think about exactly what I was doing. In the moment it was crazy and sexy and kinky, but taking a step back it was crazy and weird and borderline immoral. That’s probably what made it so hot.

  Her milk was surprisingly tasty, even after I knew exactly what it was. After the fact I realized that I had been tasting and drinking it, but somehow in the moment hadn’t known exactly what I was doing.

  Fuck, I sounded like a stupid teenager.

  All the sounds and indicators I was getting from Melanie told me I was doing exactly what I should be doing. She writhed passionately beneath my mouth and fingers, even letting her hand wander over to my cock, checking it for size and heft, before beginning a leisurely handjob to revive me. I knew she wasn’t trying to get me off; she was just trying to keep me on edge so we could fuck again.

  “I want to ride you,” she said, pulling her breast from my mouth. We separated with an audible slurping sound which was decidedly unsexy but she didn’t seem to notice or mind. If she wasn’t going to comment, neither was I.

  “Sure,” I agreed and we moved together to make it happen. It was fantastic how we managed to synch our movements like long-term lovers. There was no awkwardness in our motions, even when I was sucking on her tits. We coordinated everything like we had practiced it a hundred times before.

  I rolled to my back and she threw her leg over my body to straddle me. We both held my cock steady—hard, but not the rock-hardness I had had before our first round—so that she could sit down on it. When I slipped easily into her, I was thrilled; her pussy was wet from my fingering while I was nursing from her. That and the load of cum I had shot into her earlier.

  “Fuck that feels good,” she sighed as I went all the way in and she settled down, getting all of me into her and just resting a moment. “It feels the best when it first goes in, right?” she asked me with a grin.

  “And when you cum,” I added.

  “Nah, cumming is great, but the sensation of two bodies becoming one, that’s the best,” she said almost dismissively. I wasn’t going to argue with her; there was no point to it.

  Melanie started moving up and down, getting a feel for my cock and finding what worked best for her. I flicked my eyes from her face to watch her bobbling breasts. They were just as gorgeous now as they were when I had first seen them revealed. They didn’t appear any smaller though I was convinced I must have swallowed a gallon of her milk. If anything, they looked bigger, swollen because of the attention I had showered on them.

  As she rocked and moved and I watched her tits, the next big shock was that her nipples started dripping. The milk was coming out without any assistance from me. Or her. It was odd to watch the little drops form at the tips of her nipples and then fall free to splash down on my chest. At first Melanie didn’t even notice. I was too enthralled to say anything. I wanted to suck on her tits, to taste her milk again, but I didn’t know what to do or say. I didn’t want to spoil the moment.

  Melanie was one of those women who liked extra stimulation. A cock in the pussy was all well and good, but a flick of the clit or a pinch of the nipple was what she really needed to fully get off. Her hand went to her breasts and she groped herself, pinching a nipple and moaning.

  “Nice,” I complimented her on the show she put on.

  Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at her hanging tits. “Am I leaking?” she asked. “Shit. I’m leaking on you.”

  “It’s okay,” I assured it. “It’s fine.”

  “Sorry,” she apologized but it didn’t sound sincere. It sounded like she though letting her milk drip down on me was normal and necessary.

  “I think I can solve this problem,” I said and bent my head to take a nipple between my lips.

  I sucked.

  She moaned.

  I tasted her sweetness again.

  “More,” she encouraged me.

  I sucked harder, feeling the milk flow out of her tit and then I switched over to the other one.

  “You’re a natural,” she told me.

  I grunted but said nothing. Nursing was more important than talking.

  Her hips rolled and she positioned her body perfect so it was easy for me to nurse from her. I was starting to enjoy her milk more than I thought would be possible.

  It didn’t occur to me then, though it should have, that she had done this before with other men.

  “I’m…gonna…cum,” she announced and before I could do anything else, she did. Her face screwed up into an intense expression, but I expected that. What I didn’t expect was the way her tits practically shot out milk as she came. It wasn’t like a firehose, but there were several strong streams that coated me with milk from my face to my chest.

  It was much hotter than I thought it was going to be.

  As she came Melanie didn’t stop rocking her hips atop me. She even kept going after she finished cumming. She was truly a marvel of the modern world. “Aren’t you going to cum?” she asked me.

  I wiped up some of the milk and offered my fingers to her. She eagerly parted her lips and licked her own milk from my fingers.

  “You surprised me.”

  “Good surprise or bad surprise?”

  “Good,” I said and grabbed her hips. I was in charge now and slammed my cockup into her. I only lasted a few strokes, but that’s all we both wanted. I came in her and she shivered in delight.

  I wish I could say more about our night together, but I did the terrible man thing and simply fell asleep after I came.

  Chapter Two

  I woke up when Melanie slipped out of bed to answer her phone which was buzzing on the dresser across the room.

  “Hi hon,” she answered brightly. “Yeah. You woke me up. It’s early.”

  There was a pause as I rubbed at my eyes and tried to remember where I was.

  “Just the usual conference stuff. And you don’t have to call to make sure I’m up in time. I’m a big girl.”

  I looked over at Melanie through bleary eyes and tried to make sense of the conversation just by listening to her half. She must have sensed I was looking at her; Melanie gave me a broad wink while she leaned against the dresser, fully naked, talking to someone who I didn’t know but she wasn’t letting on that I was there either.

  “I’m not hung over,” she said with a laugh and tossed back her hair, getting it out of her face. In the morning light I noticed it was a lighter brown with golden highlights. The little triangle at the apex of her legs was a shade
darker. In the clear light of the morning that was just barely pushing through the slitted blinds I saw that I was right about her body: a few pounds overweight, but attractive nevertheless. Nice full breasts. Clearly she was unashamed of her body. “I’m just tired because you woke me up.”

  I stayed underneath the sheets. I didn’t know what she thought of me and I didn’t want to distract her from her conversation with a cock that was suffering from morningwood.

  As she held her phone to one ear, with her other hand she cupped and gently massaged her breast. I couldn’t help but watch. There was a very long pause while she listened to whomever was on the other end of the line. It was clearly someone she was intimate with because I referred to very few people as “hon”.

  “Yes, I’m using my pump,” she said, which made me furrow my brow in confusion. We then locked eyes and she unnecessarily licked her lips while flicking her gaze toward my crotch. I then noticed my hard cock was tenting the sheet and I raised my knee to hide my erection. She pouted a bit before continuing the conversation. “I don’t have any reliable refrigeration here so I’m not saving any of it.” Pause. “Yeah. Pump and dump. Sorry, hon. That’s the way of the world.” Pause. “No. I won’t be doing that.” Her smile said the complete opposite of her words and she slowly sauntered back to the bed.

  She sat down on the edge of the bed and slid her hand underneath the sheet. Clearly she was headed toward my cock.

  I didn’t stop her.

  As she curled her fingers around my flesh, she continued her conversation. “It’s going to be a busy day today, hon. I’ve got my presentation this afternoon and I’m hardly ready for it.”

  My blood slowly drained away from my brain and I helped the process by sweeping back the sheet. Her smile was for me, not whoever was at the other end of the conversation. I could hear the other person’s voice coming through like the connection was a tin can on a string but I couldn’t make out the words. That was fine. I wasn’t interested in what he was saying. I was more interested in the way Melanie licked my cock from balls to head, circling around the corona. I shivered with delight but remained silent. It was easy to figure out this game.