Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  Killian’s cock was halfway down Jamie’s throat when she cried out. Will was thick, hard, and his thrusts were filled with the desperation of a man on the edge. Killian’s cock had felt good – and did feel good as she sucked as best she could – but Will’s cock felt right. It stuffed her completely full, stretching her pussy to the limits of the pain-pleasure threshold, and when he was all the way in she felt...complete.

  Will’s wide head spread her each time, thrilling her inner muscles with a firm heat that kicked off a trembling, spasming, rolling wave of pleasure in her core. As Killian began to buck his hips against her, fucking her throat, Jamie concentrated on Will and his glorious member and how hard he was squeezing down on her hips.

  She closed her eyes and clamped down on Killian, holding him deep, as her pussy gushed a creamy wetness along Will’s cock. Will kept battering her, grunting and shouting as he threw himself forward, and Jamie came in a quick choking cry against Killian. It was all she could do to stay conscious. Whatever Will had given them had ramped everything up to an intensity Jamie had never known. She bucked wildly up and down, her hips rocked by Will’s continued fucking. Her back arched so much that she lifted her mouth from Killian’s cock and left him flopping below her.

  A few moments after Jamie’s preternatural orgasm, Will gave a surprised cry. Jamie felt his cock swell even wider, and then the first wave of his come filled her pussy. She’d never actually felt a man explode inside her like that – like a small, powerful wave of semen was smashing against her furthest depths. Will kept spasming and bucking against her, an ungodly amount of his seed spilling forth, until he tumbled backward and off the couch.

  Jamie felt streams of semen running down her thighs and quickly clamped her legs shut, wanting to hold every drop of Will’s load inside her. It was his seed that he wanted. His child. She could feel it in her center, as if her entire system was responding to his. She squeezed every muscle that wasn’t still spasming as tight as she could.

  It has to be his. It has to be his. It has to be his.

  Killian rested Jamie’s head gently on a couch pillow and reclaimed his spot at her still propped-up ass. Without warning, he guided his cock to her lips and pounded forward with a slick, spurting noise.

  “Ohhhhhhh,” Jamie sighed. She didn’t want him inside, not so soon, but at the same time...she really, really did. The extra lubrication and the thought of even more come filling her already flooded pussy were thrilling.

  Will appeared at her side again, lifting her slightly so he could sit and cradle her head. Jamie took his half-erect cock between her lips and began to suck hard. She tasted herself, but more importantly, she got two big swallows of come as she milked Will’s cock and sucked hard at the tip. The taste and aroma drove her absolutely insane. She threw her ass back against Killian’s cock and grabbed Will’s ass at the same time, burying his cock in her throat and swallowing, sucking and swallowing, consuming his seed.

  Killian’s breathing was harsh and ragged. He started crying out incomprehensible words, and then he slammed Jamie as hard as he could, wedging his cockhead deep right as it exploded with jets of another hot load.

  Jamie choked around Will’s thickness, Killian’s surprising fury catching her off-guard. She jerked her head up and then watched between her legs as Killian’s balls constricted and his shaft fired over and over.

  Come ran everywhere in thick streams, dripping on the couch and Jamie’s thigh, mixing with her own milky come-cream, and clinging to her pussy lips like a sticky-sweet syrup.

  Killian slumped over, pressing a sweaty cheek to Jamie’s back, before he stood and slid out. Again, Jamie forced her tired and shaking thighs together. She flopped to her side, and then rolled on to her back with a pillow underneath. She felt like her pussy was a teacup filled to the brim with hot, virile, hyper-fertile semen. She wanted to keep every drop. She wanted to please Will.

  She wanted his child. More than anything in the world.

  She closed her eyes and tried to force it to happen.

  Egg, meet sperm. Will’s sperm only. No trespassers allowed!

  The trio stayed sprawled in the living room until they’d all regained their wits and were left staring, embarrassed, at each other. Nobody spoke much as they pulled their clothes back on and stood awkwardly in the center of the room.

  “Thank you, Will,” Jamie said, standing close to him and brushing her fingers along his forearm. “For everything today.”

  “Thank you, Jamie,” Will said softly. “You’re the reason we’re here. Your kindness.”

  Killian moved to the door, aware that he should leave Will and Jamie alone.

  “Will you be here tomorrow?” Jamie whispered.

  Will looked pensive. “I don’t know. We’ll see. It’ll be difficult.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re supposed to have...four. Four partners tomorrow. They’ve already been picked. I’m required to observe. We’ve actually never tried this before.”

  Jamie’s pulse quickened.

  “Four?”

  Will nodded, pulling her close for a hug.

  “Be one of them,” Jamie said. “Please be one of them.”

  Then she reached for Will’s face. He leaned down and their lips met in a quick, firm, delicious kiss that left Jamie feeling weightless long after he and Killian had left.

  ~~~

  Jamie spent the morning of Day 12 in a courtyard at the center of the Rays of Hope complex. She inhaled the crisp, cool winter air and studied the bare trees circling the patio. She knew their leaves would return in the spring, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that everything around her was dying. Not just in the courtyard – everywhere.

  She thought of herself as a tiny little sun. A being filled with heat and light that would radiate and sustain anything nearby. She imagined the small shrubs around her blossoming and growing in triple-time. She pictured birds perched on the branches, plucking at tiny red berries.

  And she heard laughter. The laughter of children playing in the corners of the courtyard. Echoes of everyone who came before, and who was still to come.

  Even after two showers – one the previous night, and one that morning – Jamie felt full to the point of leaking. She leaned back on a wooden bench and rubbed her taut stomach. Her breasts – oversized, tender, and pillowy – pushed against her bra so much that she was bulging over the lace cups. Her body was constantly warm and attentive in ways she didn’t expect. Her hips and thighs ached, and yet, she wanted more. The men, Will and Killian, had spilled so much of themselves in to her...she couldn’t quite believe it. And she was still amazed by how right it felt. Was it their seed that was fostering these feelings?

  “We’ll have to find out,” she said absentmindedly, watching an ant carrying a tiny fragment of a leaf toward a small hole in the dirt at her feet. “Maybe it’s something in the air.”

  ~~~

  Will and Jamie’s four partners arrived shortly after 8 p.m. All five men walked quietly to the living room as she held the door. Will wore his lab outfit – long white coat, gray slacks, dress shirt and tie. He also carried a large case about the length of a coffee table. The other men were covered by standard-issue robes.

  Jamie paused in the entryway. She’d been tired of choosing outfits for her breeding hour, so she wore nothing under a simple blue satin robe. The slippery fabric had already teased her nipples enough to make her very aware of every breath.

  The night’s partners were all so huge and perfect. Three dark-haired white men, two of them quite tan and one pale, and one black man; all of them with strong, handsome features, and etched with muscle. Their strength was evident even under the puffy terrycloth robes. Jamie had never seen any of the new partners before. She felt tiny, and suddenly very shy.

  Will was distributing vials of the pink liquid from the previous night. The men each received a large dose. Will saved a smaller vial and handed it to Jamie when she joined them near the couch.

  “Jami
e,” Will said, pointing one-by-one to the men, “this is Corey, Fitz, Thomas, and Chris.”

  Jamie raised her vial. “Um, hi there, gang.” She laughed nervously and the men chuckled.

  “The first thing we need to do,” Will continued, “is determine if you want to have them visit you one at a time or, ah, in multiples.”

  Jamie let her gaze glide quickly over her partners. Her pulse was already pounding in her ears, and she felt a pleasant warmth between her legs when she thought of all four men standing over her as she spread herself on the bed.

  “All at once is fine,” she said softly.

  Will paused. “I’m sorry?” he said, tilting his head to the side.

  “We’ll do it all at once,” Jamie said more confidently. “No sense in drawing it out. Should we move to the bedroom?”

  Will pointed at the case he’d set by the couch. “We have something that might be more comfortable,” he said. “It’s a special cot. A breeding cot, for lack of a better term. There are padded supports for your legs, it’s the right height for the men, things like that.”

  “I see,” Jamie said.

  “It really should be easier,” Thomas, the black man, said.

  Jamie nodded. “I’m sure,” she said. Then she removed the cap on her vial. “Shall we?” She desperately needed the instant rush the pink liquid provided.

  “Definitely!” Corey, one of the tan men, said.

  While Will watched and scribbled in his notepad, Jamie and her four partners quickly downed their pink drinks. They all coughed and gasped at the same time, laughing at the liquid’s surprising strength.

  Will and Corey busied themselves with the portable cot. With legs extended, it was about waist-high to the men and tilted slightly downward. Padded attachments would help prop Jamie’s hips up and legs open, and a large pillow would support her head comfortably.

  “I won’t have to do a thing,” she laughed. “Just how I like it.” She came up with plans to do more, though, as she watched the men disrobe. The sight of their fit bodies stirred up with the jolting, aphrodisiac effect of the liquid left Jamie very eager to watch her partners drop their plain cotton boxers.

  The men milled around, whispering about who would go first. Jamie felt the now-familiar sensual heat flooding her body. She slipped off her robe when nobody was looking, and then sat on the breeding cot and let the soft fur-lined pads caress her ass, back and neck as she leaned into position. When she fit her legs into the padded attachments, her hips automatically tilted back and up, exposing her pussy to the room.

  Jamie smiled. It felt amazing. Naughty, crazy, dirty, yes, but amazing. She stared down at her body – her breasts already heaving as she took short, choppy breaths, the nipples stiff, small blue veins showing under her perfectly pale skin. Her lean thighs spread invitingly, her calves flexing as she pushed her feet against the cot.

  Then she focused on the gap between her legs – the open space between the cot’s attachments where the men would stand and find their cocks perfectly aligned with her waiting, dripping cunt.

  It was energizing. Jamie sucked in her breath and moaned softly when she let it out.

  The room went silent. She realized all five men were staring at her. She hadn’t even realized she was sliding a hand along her inner thigh, brushing her fingers back and forth, tantalizingly close to her pussy.

  She met Will’s intent stare. “Ready to begin, doctor?” she said, her voice husky.

  Will coughed lightly and said, “Chris has decided to go first.”

  The pale man stepped forward and gingerly stepped out of his boxers. He had dark chest hair, and an equally dark thatch around his already stiff cock. He was shorter than the other three partners, his legs thick and muscular but his torso not quite as cut. He didn’t look nervous at all. In fact, he looked eager.

  Jamie adjusted herself on the cot, easing her legs apart even more, and smiled at Chris.

  “Whenever you’re ready,” she said softly.

  Chris stood a few feet away. He circled two fingers around his cock and stroked lightly, then harder, jerking himself to absolute rigidity. Will handed him a small bottle of a special lubricant, and Chris drizzled a thin line of clear gel along his shaft as he continued tugging its considerable length.

  When Chris took a step forward, Jamie leaned her head back and sighed. She was so, so ready for the breeding to begin.

  Chris put a hand on one of her thighs to steady himself, and used his other hand to guide his cock right up to Jamie’s pussy. She gasped at the slick heat pushing against her outer folds. Chris paused, then pushed forward, sliding the tip in and holding there as Jamie quivered.

  “Mmmm,” Jamie moaned. She gripped the cot with both hands and willed herself to relax. These men were big. Every time. She still hadn’t gotten used to being stretched so much and so quickly.

  “Okay?” Chris said.

  Jamie nodded.

  He continued pushing in, inch-by-inch. Her pussy clung to his cock like a tight sheath each time he backed out, and when he plunged back in she coated him with more of her juices. Soon his shiny shaft was gliding smoothly in and out, filling her and leaving her and filling her again.

  Chris’s chest muscles flexed as he held the cot below Jamie’s hips and fucked her. He was all business, increasing his pace and staring at her bouncing breasts like he was consumed entirely by his task. Jamie felt the cot shaking, her head rocking back into the pillow, and she began to enjoy her partner’s raw power.

  This is pure fucking. Nothing more, nothing less. A purebred fuck from a well-hung stud.

  She didn’t even know where the thoughts were coming from. All she knew was, she wanted more and more of everything Chris was giving her. She heard herself grunting “Yes! Yes!” under his pistoning member, and she could tell from Chris’s harsh breaths that he was getting the same rush of pleasure.

  Jamie pulled herself away from watching Chris’s cock filling her. She gazed through half-lidded, woozy eyes as her other three partners stroked themselves and stared intently at Chris while he worked.

  “Come here,” she whispered. “All of you.”

  The men silently complied. They surrounded the cot and, in an instant, Jamie had a thick cock in each of her small hands. She tilted her head up to look back and forth between them – Fitz’s thick, shorter member that looked as wide as a soda can, and Thomas’s long, statuesque rod that was also too wide for her fingers to wrap around. She tugged at them each greedily, smiling as the men stumbled forward and grunted in response.

  As Chris continued fucking, his cock slippery and his balls smacking against Jamie with wet slaps, Corey pressed his large hands on Jamie’s breasts and began a slow, firm massage. The compression and heat took Jamie’s breath away. She felt another warm surge up and down her spine as Corey’s firm thumbs found her nipples and Chris’s cock rubbed hard on her clit.

  When she inhaled again, she took in the combined scents of four men’s fresh sweat and lust. It was a mix of salty sea and damp earth, fertile and musky and, deep down, somewhat savage.

  Corey twisted slightly and his cock nudged against Jamie’s shoulder. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, an offering, and he knew instantly what she wanted. He propped a leg on the nearby coffee table and angled his cock toward her mouth.

  That was all it took. Still jerking hard on the two cocks in her hands, and writhing her hips against Chris’s expert thrusts, she leaned over and took Corey’s cockhead between her lips. She didn’t take any time to tease; instead, she sucked as much in as she could without tumbling over the edge of the cot. Corey’s wide head pressed sideways, pushing into her cheek as she bobbed up and down.

  Everyone was panting and moaning now. Thomas and Fitz joined Corey in rubbing their hands all over Jamie’s body and she groaned at the sheer delight of having so much of her skin touched by such hot, strong hands.

  And despite the insane wetness filling her pussy, Chris’s cock still stretched and thrilled
her with each stroke. It was too much for her mind to process – every single pleasure point on her body overwhelmed with sensations.

  Chris started rocking harder against her, making the cot jump, and Jamie slid Corey’s dick from her mouth to suck in air. Chris grunted as his member swelled deep in Jamie’s cunt, and without much more warning than that, he gave a harsh cry and jackhammered her as he unleashed huge bursts of come.

  Jamie let loose of the two cocks and held tight to the cot again, taking every harsh thrust from Chris with small, choking whimpers. His cock battered her, filling her, reaching in to her very depths. He finally fell silent and still, sliding back and removing his still-twitching cock with a wet, sloppy popping noise. Jamie tried to tense herself shut, willing her pussy to stop trembling, but she could still feel Chris’s copious load dripping between her cheeks. She took a huge breath and dropped back on the cot.

  “God,” she gasped. “Oh God.” It was all she could say. Chris had fucked her right to the point of orgasm, she realized, and she needed someone else to fill her immediately. “More.”

  Corey stumbled to the foot of the cot, his cock still stiff and wet from Jamie’s sucking. Chris took his place, his half-limp dick brushing her cheek. Thomas and Fitz stayed at her side.

  Jamie grabbed their cocks again, jerking hard.

  “Go,” she said. “Now.” Then she turned to face Chris’s cock and took his soft length in to her mouth and sucked it clean. She tasted herself, her creamy slickness, and Chris’s come, and she swallowed it down in a giddy burst of lust.

  Corey leaned over Jamie, his hands on her shoulders, and slammed his cock deep in one hard thrust. Again, Jamie’s head snapped back against the pillow and her vision went white-red. Corey’s girth ravaged her pussy as he immediately assumed a fast, hard pace. He grunted as he bucked his hips against her, the cot groaning underneath, the smacksmacksmack of their flesh thrilling her more and more.

  Thomas slid one of his hands between Jamie’s legs and pressed two fingers around her clit, rubbing it quickly as Corey pounded. Jamie cried out, tossing her head left and right. Her hips bucked wildly against the new intensity. She felt herself creaming thick slickness, more of it, coating Corey’s shaft. She could do nothing more than twist around again and suck hard on Chris’s cock, milking it of every last drop of come he hadn’t deposited, while taking her second partner’s pounding.