Mild milky carnage

Theo remained oblivious in his bubble of bliss, deep inside his little pixie's throat. The giant continued to ramble colourful stories of his previous sexual frustrations, gradually increasing the pace at which he slid back and forth inside his latest favorite cum dumpster. It was only because of his long, thick cock slamming in and out that Christy didn't go completely still.

Being filled up from bot ends at once, with two sets of hands pawing her small body, one more roughly than the other, was overwhelming enough, but it paled beside the total loss of control over the situation. Theo was a known quantity, the awkward teen who you could manipulate by dangling token prizes in front of his silly face. This stranger was the opposite. His talk of sex as it used to be could just as well betray no more than his particular response to brainwashing or his true sanity and complicity in the whole affair.

"Well, then girl," said the giant, "How does it feel to be spitroasted?"

The question brought Theo out of his reverie, helped along by Christy's laxing her efforts on him under stress. He reached into her curls and gently pulled her off his slobber-coated cock.

"Um," Christy gulped, "G-good, I guess, sir," she said, but failed to make it sound like a solid statement. The giant laughed heartily.

"My dear," he said, "If this isn't quite enough for you, please say so." He pulled out, and pulled her to feet. To Theo now he said "Come, Boy, let's give her a special treat."

Understanding passed without words between the two, leaving Christy to fight panic at what was coming next. The uncertainty was only brief though, and as soon as all three stood huddled close together with her in the middle, the giant gave her an explanatory choice. Reaching between her legs, he slid a finger between her buttocks, poking inwards playfully, and said "Who do you wish to gift your tight little bumhole to, little one?"

At that moment she was facing Theo, even leaning on him for balance. She could feel his breath ruffling her hair, and below he was already lining himself up to take her pussy. Just from the tip she could sense his cock to be much smaller than the previous one to have plunged inside her, and that thought easily guided her decision.

Pushing his hands away from between her legs, she looked up and told him "No, you take me. He's too big."

"Okay," he said, and relinquished his hold over her. She started to turn on the spot, and was helped the rest of the way by another pair of hands, much larger, completely covering her shoulders where they gripped and twisted.

"Hello angel girl," that low voice said from just a half-foot above, "Let me see your pretty face while we make you come."

The giant pulled her chin upwards in time to see her process several different things: Theo's tentative probe of her rear end, a profoundly alien sensation for her usual habits; huge fingers teasing her clit in preparation of a second round with the dick that had penetrated her first; and most striking of all, the awful sight of his own otherworldly countenance. Grimshaw found the mix of surprise, burgeoning pleasure and bewilderment simultaneously sculpting Christy's expression especially arousing, and not a little surreal, considering how his people would react to seeing her.

"So where are you from?" Theo asked casually as he slid his length fully inside Christy's arse. She whimpered, half of pain and half bliss, and then again as Grimshaw entered her pussy. He nodded to Theo and they both started gently thrusting in and out in tandem, and slowly accelerating. Only after that was going did he think of an answer.

"I was born in Charonia," he said, "Before the Doom of Pluto. But this fine City has been my home for several decades now. I spent my youth wandering down from world to world. I stowed away on one ship, served openly on another - went to war against the Jovians after I left Neptune, but always carried on down towards the Core. I found work on this planet when I was thirty and never moved again."

"Good-" Theo grunted, thrusting fast enough now into Christy that each squeeze on his cock was taking his breath away. "Good choice," he managed.

In between longer and longer intervalls, and turning more and more monosyllabic, the two men continued to idly chat, all the while fucking Christy within an inch of her life, or so it felt to her. Theo's feeble temperament was evaporating each passing moment as if the outworlder's confidence were rubbing off on him. In fact, she fancied he might be actively competing, trying to keep up. As the giant grew more and more handsy, grabbing and squeezing her wherever he could reach, so did the boy, matching in urgency. Soon every inch of her body clothed or not had been groped and pulled or rubbed. The experience was overwhelming, pain, bliss, shame, anticipation, and the struggle to remember even why or how this was happening threatened to drive her mad. Helena had advised her to try and make the best of things, what would she say of this ludicrous escalation of the past hours, getting eaten out, blowing a guy and then getting double-teamed right out in public?

Sensory white-out from her second orgasm in the day, in the same morning, was like a nuke going off inside, flooding mind and body alike. For a split second Christy was an engine of pleasure locked in a searing burst of unbridled ecstasy. On the way back to reality her knees failed her and she went tumbling downwards unsupported. Her hand flopped sideways and knocked loose a bottle of milk which clanged to the floor beside her and sprayed its contents straight at her crotch. The cold liquid on her already drenched flesh brought her suddnely back to her senses to discover the absolute state of her used self. By some freak of hazard both the giant and Theo had come at roughly the same time as she did, maybe a little earlier. With their own climaxes rendering hem a little wobbly, neither man had thought to spare a hand to hold up their mutual partner, and so now she sat there between them, not only drained of strength and full of spunk dripping from both her orifices, but also soiled in dairy produce. Her pussy was glazed, as if it had fallen under a veritable avalanche of cum.

"Oh, shit I-" Theo dropped to her side, "Sorry, Christy, should've held on. You're trousers - I'll pay for the milk or whatever, it's ok..."

Christy took his hand and let him pull, but before she could think of some appropriate words of thanks the giant cut in. "Oh no, my boy," he said, and joined in the effort to raise Christy up, "I'm the senior here, this unfortunate little spillage is on me. Why don't you fetch a member of staff if they're not all busy fucking clients and we'll have this sorted out in no time."

"Awesome," Theo said, pausing only to make sure his pixie could stand on her own, "I'll be right back." He took off and vanished around the corner.

Grimshaw leaned against a nearby pillar, catching his breath. He couldn't believe his luck: barely a few hours into the mission and he'd stumbled into (literally into) the perfect cumslut. It was a shame he didn't get to fuck her ass, because by the look of it she had a virgin ass, but her pussy was still about the tightest and wettest he'd ever dipped his dick in. Skund couldn't possibly resist her when he brought her down to the Sphere. A real live pixie, ready and willing to take as much cock and cum as you could give her, and all without a word of protest. Yes, the era of brothels was nearing its end. Never again would William Grimshaw have to venture any significant distance to see any action. Once the **** was replicated, he'd have his own collection of willing, pennyless and free-to-use whores all to himself.

"Now then," he said at last, and gripped his new prize hard on her arm. She squeaked in pain and pulled back, but he paid no mind to that. "Better get going before that damned fool returns."