Dreaming

Alkim

Alkim felt good. Really damn good.

The feeling of warm lips on his cock was sublime, even better than he’d gotten used to, yet strangely off somehow. There was more buzzing, more noise, more lips, more tongues, as though there were two girls going down on him.

When he opened his eyes, that’s exactly what he found.

Mikaella and Hannah together, working his dick in perfect unison. As one tongue ran up the left side of his shaft, the other slid down. When one mouth began to suck on the head of his cock, the other switched to massaging his balls.

He never would have thought to see the two of them working together on anything. These girls hated each other, bitterly, and yet here they were taking turns stimulating every square inch of his genitals, pampering him like a king, both seeming to care far more about his pleasure than their longstanding feud. It looked and felt like they’d rehearsed this routine, except there was not a hint of communication between them. No glances, no pointing, nor mumbling: they just effortlessly avoided getting in each other’s way, while simultaneously lapping at his most sensitive spots with almost supernatural precision.

“Glad to see you’re both getting along now.” He ran his fingers through their scalps in appreciation, brushing their hair back. It was his way of showing his appreciation, one that didn’t require him to reciprocate. Somehow, he doubted these cock-hungry girls cared about such trivialities.

Curious, Alkim took a firm grip of each girl’s hair, and was met with neither resistance, nor any change in their rhythm. Emboldened, he began wrapping their long tresses tightly around his hands, and started pulling them this way and that. The girls complied with his manipulations so precisely that they felt almost weightless in his grip.

He started working them up and down his shaft in sync. He pulled them apart, and started jerking off with Hannah’s face like a pocket pussy, before he pulled her off and repeated the exercise with Mikaella. Then he added a twisting motion to the face-fucking, and finally started slamming their open mouths on and off his cock every second, like he was using their faces to play the drums. No matter what he did, somehow it was never too much for them to keep up with. There was no gagging, no recovery breathing, no hint of pain, and certainly not a single complaint from either girl.

After a while, he grew bored of moving them himself and untangled his hands from their hair. He lifted them up to his crown, and mashed their faces together until they started making out around the head of his cock.

“Good girls, just like that. Keep it up. Oh, fuck yes…”

Alkim groaned in satisfaction, leaving them to worship his cock at their own pace. He moved his arms behind his head for support, leaned back against his soft, warm pillow, and watched his girls work him over.

Then his pillow moaned.

What the-?

Alkim turned his head to find his pillow was not a pillow at all, but a giant titty.

“Kate?”

His beautiful best friend was an absolute vision of gothic perfection. Her purple lipstick and eyeshadow were impeccable, and precisely matched the shade of her dyed hair down to the nanometer, but makeup was still far from her biggest draw.

Her tits seemed so much more massive than he could ever recall them being, easily twice the size of her head, each. They filled her lap completely, and spilled over her thighs.

“Holy shit, Kate!”

But just like Hannah and Mikaella, Kate didn’t say a word. Instead, she just pushed him down, down, sliding his head along the curving slope of her breast until his gawking mouth ran right over her hardened, pink nipple.

Alkim didn’t question her desires, and began suckling instinctively. He was immediately rewarded with a squirt of warm, rich milk: so sweet, so creamy, so irresistibly delicious. He drank it down hungrily, and found her supply kept replenishing as quickly as he could swallow.

All the while her soft, warm bosoms pressed against him. Feeling a strong desire to honka-honka some giant tits, he spread his arms out, and began carelessly fondling as much of her as he could get his hands around.

This was the height of luxury: a double-blowjob, breastfeeding, and unlimited intimacy, all in the comfort of his bed. He didn’t even need to lift a finger.

What could possibly be better than this?

Alkim let his analytical mind go blank, freeing up his senses, allowing his body to get lost in the moment. He relaxed with Kate’s nourishing teat in his mouth, relished the taste of her milk on his tongue, and revelled in the sensations created by the twin mouths on his cock, carrying him ever closer to orgasm.

Yet the perfection of it all was undone by a shift in Kate’s position. Her dense breasts fell over him, weighing heavily on his chest, and pinning his left arm. In his struggle to get free, her nipple fell from his mouth. Alkim opened his eyes, and twisted himself upright to find the source of this disturbance.

Holy shit!

Impossibly, in only the time since he’d last opened his eyes, each of Kate’s breasts had grown to the size of bean-bag chairs. Each must have weighed more than the woman they were joined to, rendering her completely immobile, and leaving her nipples far beyond the reach of her arms. The sheer scale of her bosoms left her distant areolas seeming like little more than birthmarks, or large freckles: tiny dark patches lost in a sea of pale titflesh.

Alkim couldn’t help but marvel at the sight, at the sheer scale of those tits for a good while before his wits finally returned, and he called out to her.

“Kate!” he yelled.

No response.

He tried to reach out to his friend, but her tits were far, far too large, and her body was much too distant for him to get a hold of anything solid. Every attempt at reaching her ended with his hands slipping off her smooth skin, like a toddler failing to climb up a playground slide.

His struggles were made worse by the girls sucking him off. Lithe Mikaella sat on his left leg, while the thicker Hannah on his right. Alone, he could have shaken them off without issue; together they pinned his squirming legs in place, simultaneously grinding their slick pussies on his thighs and keeping up their relentless cock-worship.

“Okay, that’s enough.” He commanded, still to no effect.

The girls never acknowledged his voice, nor any portion of him above his waist. Their eyes were glazed over, insensate, dead to the world, and their already-devoted cocksucking began to accelerate. The pleasure intensified until he could hardly focus on anything else, but the girl’s bizarre behavior had taken him out of the mood for a double blowjob.

Alkim tried to push himself back with his feet to get free of them all, but there was too much weighing him down, and he was still pressed up against Kate’s mega-milkers. He tried to push off against the Great Wall of Boobs, but his hands just sank in, and he found no leverage. Worse still, as much as her tits had grown in size, they had also grown in sensitivity, and his forceful shoving and slapping hands managed to draw out deep, heady moans from the woman on the other end of these giant knockers.

That was the closest thing to words he’d heard from any of them, and he turned to try and get ahold of her again, but what he saw was not encouraging.

Kate was shaking, convulsing from his every touch. Her eyes were rolled back, lids fluttered madly, chest trembled, while her enormous tits jiggled and shook with the **** of a 9.7 earthquake. Too late did he realize his mistake: without his mouth to empty them, the pressure in those tits had continued to build, until they couldn’t hold back the tide any longer. Suddenly, Kate’s other nipple activated, bursting with innumerable streams of milk sent in every direction. Those streams arced high into the air, separated into droplets, and rained down on Alkim as a drizzle of white sweetness. Soon, the streams grew in width and flow beyond all reason and human capacity. He could hear her nipples hissing like a broken sprinkler, and her milk splattered against his skin like rain on a windshield.

Alkim called out to her once more. “Kate!”

His best friend didn’t respond though, not with her words. Instead, her purple lips curled into a permanent O-face, and she let out a strange sound that was somewhere between moaning and mooing. All the while, her flow of milk increased, and the white streams arced higher and faster, showering not just him, but also the girls on his thighs in her creamy goodness.

He tried calling her again, even more desperately, “Kate! Kate! Kate!” Then he went back to slapping and pressing down on those huge tits, trying to get her attention more directly

Still, Kate wouldn’t speak, couldn’t speak. The pleasure became too much for her to even think. She twitched in place for a minute, cumming what was left of her brains out before finally slumping down bonelessly onto her overgrown boobs.

The movement caused a ripple that traveled down those mountainous mammaries, a wave of motion which somehow sent one sputtering teat straight into Alkim’s mouth.

He tried to spit it out, but he was still trapped against her, and the flow of milk was so intense that he had **** but to suckle or risk drowning—drowning at the tits of his breast friend.

Then a shadow came over him.

It was a woman’s shadow, that much he was certain of. She had a big, fat ass, long legs, and toned abs, but the scale, sheer the scale of her was beyond anything he could have imagined. She towered over them all, her face still cloaked in shadow, as though she were beyond the height of some unseen light source.

Then, the shade began to dissipate, slowly illuminating the statuesque figure from the legs up. Her skin was tanned, and smooth, not a single hair present. The muscles of her legs contracted, rippling powerfully beneath perfect, unblemished skin, as she shifted her stance above him. Those legs joined at an equally perfect, bald pussy. Her lower lips seemed to part on their own, opening like a flower, and already dripping with anticipation. Wide, strong hips tapered into an hourglass waist. Hard abs gave way to huge, swinging tits, sharp collarbones, and ultimately revealed the face of…

“Vicky?”

She was amazonian in form now, larger than he’d remembered her seeming back when he was a high school freshman, and she a senior. Alkim watched, awestruck, as the now-giant Vicky twirled with surprising grace, revealing the most spectacular, most enormous ass he could have possibly imagined. Each cheek as wide as his torso, far beyond the scale of any woman produced by nature. Their every twitch implied her incredible musculature.

A goddess, for all intents and purposes. He stared on as her long, powerful legs stepped to either side of him, leaving her perfectly positioned to sit on his face.

Oh no.

She looked over her shoulder at him, and though her gray, lifeless eyes did not see him any more than the others had, she sought out her pleasure all the same. This goddess was not about to wait her turn for worship.

Slowly, but surely, Vicky’s legs began to bend.

Alkim’s mouth was still plugged with Kate’s milky nipple, and he couldn’t call to the amazon; couldn’t say a thing, as Vicky’s huge, perfect ass and glistening pussy descended onto his face.

Then, his world went black.

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