by Jolene Avonn
“Nice piece, Marcus,” I said.
He blushed, gasping as I squeezed him playfully.
I held Marcus and pulled lightly on his shaft while I turned my attention to Ben. I circled my fingers around his cock and pushed down along the length until my hand met his thatch of coarse hair, then licked lightly underneath and up and down the sides. I made sure I got him plenty wet, lavishing him with slow and sloppy strokes as I started to get worked up.
I kept pulling on Marcus, jerking his cock while I took Ben into my mouth and sucked hard on his tip. Ben rested his hands on my head. He liked to guide me gently up and down his dick when I sucked him off; I didn’t mind one bit. I loved feeling his fingers working in to my hair and sensing his grip tighten when I worked my lips all the way to the base of his member.
That’s exactly what happened when I started moaning around his cock. I had him deep in my throat and I couldn’t help making noise – it felt so good, and Marcus’s thickness in my other hand had me doubly-excited. Ben’s hands curled into my hair and his thighs tensed.
I leaned back and let his dick flop from my mouth with a pop.
“I think it’s your turn, Marcus,” I said, turning to face his wide cockhead. I worked a hand along Ben’s spit-slippery shaft and pressed my lips to Marcus, curious about sucking a man with such a bare package.
Marcus let out a low whistle. “Shit,” he murmured.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed as I opened wide and slid my tongue under the head of his dick. I licked him like I was enjoying an ice cream cone, with quick slurps along the ridges and tiny folds, pressing with the tip of my tongue until he made a whimpering noise. I closed my mouth around him and leaned forward, sending his cock right up against the back of my throat. I pulled back, sliding my lips loose and free, and then pushed forward again until I’d wedged him deeper.
I kept at it until I met my objective: pressing my lips hard against the base of Marcus’s throbbing cock. Once I was there, fighting back a choke, I held firm and squeezed his balls while I slathered my tongue all along the underside of his dick. I couldn’t move much – Marcus was huge – but the added motion drove him crazy. He started to thrust his hips forward, fucking my mouth, and when I pulled back to bob up and down I timed my motions to aid the sensation.
I moved between the two cocks several more times, stopping only when I felt lightheaded and needed air. Finally, both men were at their breaking points. I leaned back and wiped my chin of all the excess spit and pre-cum that had spread across my lips.
“What’s say we take this to the couch?” I said.
Both men were dazed and nearly unresponsive.
“Uh, okay,” Marcus said.
“Sure,” Ben agreed.
“Off with the clothes, boys,” I scolded. “I can’t do all the work.”
While they undressed, I pulled the negligee over my head and yanked my panties down. I was practically dripping. I could see thin strings of my wetness hovering between the outer lips of my pussy. I felt hot and soaked. I needed Ben’s cock. I craved the hard, quick penetration I knew he’d grant me.
We stood in the center of the living room, completely naked and all very close to coming. The men’s cocks twitched in time with their pulses. My chest heaved, my breath still light and ragged. I was tiny in front of their burly frames, but I was the only one willing to direct.
“Ben,” I said, pointing at the couch. “Sit.”
He obeyed, plopping on the couch and leaning back so his cock was upright like a statue.
“Marcus, open that drawer,” I said, guiding him to an end table.
Marcus opened the drawer and found a large vibrator and a tube of lube I’d stashed earlier in the day.
“You’ll figure out something to do with that,” I said. “Use your imagination.”
“Now, you,” I said to Ben. “It’s time to fuck me.”
I walked to Ben and stepped up on to the couch, my legs spread so I’d straddle him. Then I knelt and crouched until his cock was pressed to my pussy. I reached down and stroked him, teasing him, swirling his head against my lips until it was shiny wet.
“Are you ready?” I whispered.
“Yes, Abby,” he said. He grabbed my tits and prepared...
...and then I dropped down, impaling my pussy in one quick and slick pump of my hips.
“Unnnnnnhhhhh oh my God,” Ben groaned. “Oh shit oh shit.”
I gasped as he filled me and stretched me wide, grinding my pussy against the wide base of his dick and basking in the instant waves of pleasure. Ben immediately pulled a breast to his mouth and clamped down on a nipple, sending a blinding electricity to my brain and pussy at the same time. I threw my head back and shrieked in ecstasy. Then, Ben’s pounding began.
He slammed his hips upwards, sending me halfway off his cock before I slid back down. He kept doing that, fucking me in the air and letting me slip down. The power, and his impressive girth, made me worry for a quick second about him splitting me in two.
I hardly noticed when Marcus pressed the vibrator against my ass. Then, when he slowly shoved the wide head in, I noticed.
“Ohhhh fuck!” I shouted. “Yes, Marcus, yes!”
The vibrator buzzed and buzzed, quieting as Marcus eased most of it deep into my tensing ass. The former farmhand wasn’t gentle. The sharp pain as I struggled to relax – at the same time Ben ravaged my pussy – turned into a mix of panicky erotic pleasure. Then, slowly, I willed myself to unclench around the vibrating pole, instead focusing on the sheer joy the buzzing brought me.
Ben picked up his pace, apparently getting off on the stimulation from the vibrator, too, as it throbbed in my ass and pressed the thin wall separating it from my stretched pussy. He slammed into me, driving his wide cock deep, and squeezed hard on my tits. I was overwhelmed. Marcus pulled the vibrator out and slid it in quickly, satisfied that I’d opened enough for a rougher pounding. He upped the tempo until he was matching Ben’s frantic thrusts. I couldn’t take it. I cried out again and again as the men stuffed me full.
I barely noticed Marcus’s feet as he stepped on to the couch cushion behind me. My head was sex-clouded. I didn’t know what he was doing. Then the vibrator slowly slid away, and Marcus’s cock replaced it at my tightening, puckered opening.
Oh fuck.
Marcus leaned forward, gripping my shoulders, and slowly pushed his cock into my ass. He didn’t slow down or speed up – he filled me with one steady thrust.
I bit down on my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. Ben continued his pounding, and Marcus quickly found his own rhythm as he grunted, held himself above me, and used his powerful haunches and ass to fuck me until I could only moan in low, urgent growls. Nails scraped my back. Fingers dug into my ass and spread me wider and wider. Hot cock surged in and out, over and over, and I gushed and creamed around the savage poles until we were all covered and slick.
Somebody’s hands, or both of their hands, found my tits again and started mashing them together, massaging, pulling...everything. A roar of red heat filled my vision and ears, my entire chest convulsed, and I clamped my thighs hard on Ben’s waist as my pussy trembled and, finally, erupted in a violent series of spasms that left me with my mouth open wide in a silent scream.
I bucked wildly on Ben’s dick, rocking my hips back and forth faster and faster as I came. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge, the wide head, everything, as my pussy flexed. Marcus’s steady pounding on the top side amplified every feeling. I shook so hard I could feel the ripples in my hips and ass as the flesh and muscles all spasmed, completely out of control.
Ben’s grip was still tight on my breasts and Marcus kept his cock wedged deep until I could open my eyes and focus on the scene again. I held two trembling cocks within me as deep as possible, and both men had ragged half-panicked looks that told me they were on the edge of the same cliff I’d just leaped off.
“Oh shit, Abby, I’m so close, I’m so close,” Ben kept saying. “Pl
“Wait,” I gasped. “I want to taste you. Marcus, off, please, now Marcus!”
Marcus steadied himself on the arms of the couch and arched his ass up and back, pulling his cock from my ass slowly. I could feel my body gripping his, like he was pulling his dick out of a tight sheath, and it felt like it took forever for him to slide free. My ass was open and gaping, only easing closed after I tried to dismount Ben.
My thighs burned, but I found the energy to ease myself up. Ben’s cock was a deep purple, thicker than I’d ever seen it, practically bursting with come. Marcus stood nearby in the same condition. I had to finish the job.
I knelt down in front of Ben and pushed hard on his stomach so he stayed put on the couch. I took his full length in my mouth – just like that. I paused above his cock, took aim by guiding the head to my lips, and then dropped my head down and deepthroated him in one great swoop.
Ben croaked a ragged, “Oh God,” and then grabbed my head and helped me up and down on his pole. I did all I could to give him the best blowjob I could – I was sloppy, lashing him with my tongue, and making wet slurping noises as I bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down. I’d never tasted myself like that before. My come coated Ben’s cock and hair and balls, and I sucked hard on my own slick juices and gorged, totally overwhelmed by the depravity of it all.
While all this was happening, Marcus started pleasuring me with the vibrator again. The constant buzz thrilled me, even as he slid it home in my admittedly tired asshole. I felt so full and stuffed, and the dirtiness of it – getting ass-fucked more while I blow Ben – drove me to a new level of performance. Those things only happened in movies. Somehow, that was me: a movie star. A fantasy land where I could be the sex-crazed woman getting serviced by two studs.
I loved it.
I wrapped both hands around the base of Ben’s cock and started squeezing in time with my sucking, milking him now, and when I saw his balls contract and heard his breathing stop almost completely, I knew I’d get my ultimate wish. I jerked my mouth free and stared at Ben’s strained face. I wanted to drink. I wanted to feed from him like he fed from me.
“Come in my mouth, Ben,” I whispered. Then I opened wide and wrapped my lips around him again.
Ben squeezed hard on my head, unaware of how firmly he was forcing me down, and within seconds unleashed an initial burst of come that I could feel splash against the back of my throat. I slid back, sucking in breath around his girth, and then the creamy load spilled from him in torrents. He spasmed and bucked against me, filling my mouth with his seed. I swallowed everything I could. I gulped eagerly, like he did when he suckled, but still some trickled from the corners of my mouth and dripped on to my chest. He tasted wonderful – a mix of salt and musk and a consistency that was surprisingly easy to suck down.
I locked on to Ben until he yelped, extra-sensitive, and lifted my head from his cock. My mouth and chin dripped a mix of spit and come. I must have looked a mess, but he smiled and opened his eyes wide and said, “Holy shit, Abby, that was incredible.”
“Thaa-aa-nnks,” I said, my entire body filled with the vibrator’s pulses. I shook, whether from the intensity of Ben’s orgasm, or my own, or the maxed-out toy in my ass. I had trouble focusing. I turned to see Marcus standing right behind me, jerking hard on his dick.
“Let me help,” I said groggily. I slid over toward him, still on my knees, and put my hands on his thighs. His cock had been in my ass and I didn’t care at all. I craved him. I wanted him in my mouth.
“Too...late,” he gasped, past the point of no return. “I’m coming!”
Saved from another urgent dick in my throat, I just had time to reach down and cup my breasts. I took a huge breath and aimed my chest upward, then tilted my head back right as the first spurt of Marcus’s come sprayed across my neck. The next few coated my breasts, and then, as I looked down to marvel at the sheer volume of his load, his jerky last shots peppered my face with stringy ropes.
I was delirious and drunk on come. I massaged all the slick wetness into my breasts, mesmerized by the creamy pleasure of it all. As Marcus stood, staggering, and milked his cock until the last drop had fallen, I sat back on my haunches. The action drove the vibrator as deep as it could go, and when it mashed against my core, I snapped my head back and slammed a hand down against my pussy. I frantically fingered my clit. Another round of shockwaves hit and I came again, this time in crazed rapid bursts. The last thing I remember is tipping forward into Marcus’s surprised arms. I passed out before my face hit the carpet.
When I woke up, my head was in Ben’s lap. I was on the couch. Someone had wrapped me in a blanket. My entire body was warm and relaxed. My thighs still felt wet, my breasts gleaming and glowing with the heat of our passion, and my mouth was filled with the tastes of both men.
“You okay?” Ben said, stroking my hair. “It was like you were possessed.”
“I’m good,” I murmured. “I’m very, very good. What about Marcus?”
I tried to turn to see Marcus. I could sense his presence in the room. I gave up, too tired to turn over.
“I’m...perfect.” Marcus’s tired voice rose from the floor. He must have stretched out below us.
“Good,” I whispered. I couldn’t hold my head up any longer. Ben’s warm hands on the base of my neck lulled me back to sleep. I closed my eyes and fell into the darkness of complete satisfaction.
~~~
After that afternoon, my cravings for Ben (and other men) only strengthened. I’d found a new power that day when the brothers knelt before me and drank. I got off on their submission, and then my own when I returned all of their favors.
Over and over again. How could I resist, when stuff like this kept happening:
One morning, a few weeks later, Ben found me in my room after my mother had left for work.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Abby?” he said. He hadn’t had an opportunity to milk me for several days.
“Yes,” I said. “And unfortunately, I just fed Philip.”
“That’s okay,” he said. “Are you sore?”
I lifted my shirt to show him my nipples, which were angry and chapped from Philip’s active nursing style.
“Yeah,” I said. “Not exactly feeling sexy right now.”
Ben picked up a small tube of lanolin from my nightstand. “Here,” he said. “You just lay back.”
Then he proceeded to tend to my aching nipples tenderly, without any greedy sexual aggression. He applied a small swirl to his finger and worked it slowly into each nipple. I closed my eyes and allowed him to work in peace. I was warm and comfortable and relaxed as he massaged my cares away.
What can I say? He won my heart when he did things like that. It’s crazy to say, but sometimes we can’t explain how life works, right?
Of course, there were more situations and incidents. Nothing’s ever smooth. Will I write about those?
You’ll just have to wait and see...
END
THE MILKING AFFAIR
Ellie Saxx
Clare opened the envelope that she’d found taped to her front door. It was a notice from the homeowner’s association, reminding her that if she didn’t mow around her house, she’d be subject to a $150 fine.
“Oh, seriously,” she said. “Fuck you people. Fuck you!” She slammed the letter on the kitchen counter and had to smile when she heard her six month old baby, Charlie, giggle.
“Think it’s funny, huh?” she said. “Just wait until you’re old enough for me to make you mow the lawn, mister.”
Clare put Charlie in his crib for a nap and returned to the kitchen, where she sat at the counter and put her head in her hands. Tony, her husband, had been gone for seven weeks. He’d be in Tokyo for work for another three months. Every time he called, he sounded ecstatic; Clare felt a tad guilty for wanting to stab him.
How was she supposed to take care of all this stuff? Why did he get to waltz off to Japan so soon? And why did she have the sneaking suspicion that she was more trophy than equal partner? Tony, more than anything, seemed to want the appearance of the perfect home. But when push came to shove, he was rarely present. He was perfectly content to have a wife ten years younger than him to trot out for company events.
It would help if I wasn’t so damned uncomfortable all the time.
Clare stared down at her chest. Her breasts were still enormous, stretching the fabric of her t-shirt until the butterfly design stretched like a perverted cartoon.
Even though Charlie fed like a possessed little beast, Clare seemed to produce more and more milk each day. She had a dozen bottles in the fridge – the result of late night pumping sessions that brought a few blissful hours of relief from the constant pressure and fullness in her breasts.
Clare didn’t want to leak anymore. She didn’t want to feel herself jiggling with every tiny movement. She didn’t want to feel like a gigantic milk truck.
She wanted to feel sexy again. She wanted a man’s warm hands on her skin. She wanted his mouth on her neck, and nipples, and stomach. Everywhere. Because even though she felt uncomfortable, she also felt incredibly horny. It was like everything in her body was jacked up to ridiculous levels. She touched herself every night. She couldn’t stop, and it still wasn’t enough.
She wanted to be wanted again.
Clare smoothed her hands lightly over her shirt, feeling the heft and width of her chest, and sighed. Still full, still sore. And now there was lawnmowing to do. Being wanted would have to take a back seat.
Or would it?
“Fuck it,” Clare said. She grabbed the phone and dialed her friend Sharon.
“Who’s that guy in the neighborhood who mows lawns? The one you liked? Tyler something?” she asked. “I’m fed up. Give me his number, please.”
She scrawled down the phone number, said goodbye to Sharon, and then paused before dialing.
Tyler. She knew exactly who he was. They’d met a few weeks ago at a neighborhood block party. She felt something then, just in the way he smiled so easily at her, and she’d felt something on a few nights since when she imagined his strong hands on her body.
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