Ro3: Real Massive Milkers

Joan didn’t find her current task to be all that pleasant, in fact it was rather nauseating but she wasn’t about to complain. The very thought of speaking up and going against her sister’s wishes filled her with a dread that made running her tongue all around Sharon’s huge nut sack seem pleasurable by comparison. There was just so much of it! With her younger sister’s large flaccid length knocking against the back of her head, it made Joan’s whole world seem to encompass only Sharon’s genitals. She carefully cleaned the testicles of her own arousal and both Sharon’s semen and sweat, the shear amount of flesh she needed to cover was already fatiguing her tongue and she brought her lips forth to suck at the loose skin, her nose crinkling a bit at the salty taste.

To take her mind off what she was doing with her mouth and tongue, she listened to Sharon and Robin’s conversation closely. She’d found out what was causing all the strangeness: that ring. It was just too bad that she couldn’t do anything about it! If only she were alone with Shannon. She could tell the smarter and quite clearly the more moral of the twins and she’d tell Joan what to do. It was true Joan was definitely getting off on the way Sharon was treating her but she wasn’t sure if Sharon had her best interests at heart. 

“I’m enjoying this.” came Sharon’s simple declaration from above. Joan felt her face flush, while it was possible her sister was referring to the duo’s currently unsuccessful attempts to get the ring to work, she knew she was talking about Joan’s efforts. The way her hand slipped down to gently rest in her hair confirmed it.

“Okay, focus Robin. Imagine me with bigger tits and then say it!” said Sharon.

“Um….bigger tits!” Robin’s voice was somewhat muffled as she was somewhere behind and above Joan, not to mention the fact that her face was currently shoved against a veritable wall of dangling sack. She heard a depressed sigh and felt Sharon shift in annoyance, obvious an unsuccessful try. Joan remembered the way the ring had glowed green when she’d first come in. Had it done something to her, right then?

“Come on! Try harder. I don’t know, be more descriptive, I guess. Pocket Dimension Pussy is certainly more interesting than bigger tits. Don’t say Pocket Dimension Pussy! I’ll strangle you if you magic away my cock!” It was safe to roll her eyes down here where no one could see her so Joan did so. She pretty much agreed that the ring had some magical power to change people but she found it irritating that the one thing that couldn’t have been changed by the ring was what convinced Sharon of that truth. Not Robin’s dick, her own, or Mom acting like a super whore, no it was the, admit tingly odd, quirk of physics that was Joan’s vagina. Yea, it was strange. But she’d always been this way! Was she supposed to believe that the ring could change the past? No way…

“Okay! Okay. Um….Pretty Jugs! Sexy huge tits! Big Fat Boobs! Um…ugh… this is hard coming up with all these words uh….”

A new voice from further away interrupted and Joan felt Sharon’s thighs tense around her, “So Robin uh…whoa! What. The. Fuck.”

“Real Massive Milkers!”

There was silence for a long moment before the feminine voice sounded again, “Shit. Wardrobe malfunction! We are so going to have a talk about…whatever the hell is going on here, Robin!” Joan felt Sharon’s cock start to engorge against the back of her head.

Charisma rushed out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her as she held her top against her breasts with the other arm. Looking both ways, she determined there was no one in the hallway except a dog that was looking at her with way too much interest as it wagged its tail. She hadn’t been able to see too much with Robin in the way, but there had definitely been a girl on her knees between Shannon’s legs, a look of definitely sexual pleasure on the twin’s face immediately nixing any lame excuse they might have come up with to explain what they were doing.

Robin’s sexual explorations aside, Charisma had a real problem here. She was just glad this had happened at this rather unimportant social event as opposed to the fraternity mixer she’d been invited to this evening. While she was sure that the hot college boys wouldn’t mind the high school hottie’s boobs popping out at an opportune time, it wasn’t exactly the entrance she was going for. Less Girls Gone Wild definitely… 

Noticing the way her bra was strangling the bottoms of her breasts, she reached back and unsnapped it. Glancing at the tag, her eyes widened. What the hell was she doing wearing a D? Yea, wearing a smaller bra did wonders for the cleavage but that was something Charisma never had to worry about. And honestly, this dress was absurd as well. She pulled at strip of red silk dangling over her abdomen. How had she gotten this over her boobs in the first place? No wonder the tie around the back of her neck had snapped.

Charisma suddenly became aware of a sensation that had been building over the last few minutes and her hands hesitantly touched her breasts. Oh gawd, no! Fuck. When was the last time she’d been milked? She couldn’t remember! The beautiful brunette pressed her fingertips to her temples, massaging them. Damn, why did this have to happen now? The feeling of fullness became more intense now that she was paying attention to it and the image of oceans of milk sloshing around inside her tits became impossible to thrust aside.

Unbidden, one of her hands slipped to her nipple and delicately squeezed. Charisma’s eyelids fluttered at the intensely pleasurable sensation even as she grimaced at the way a powerful spurt of milk shot out. Oh god….she needed to be milked. She needed to be milked right now! Urgently, she smashed her hand into her purse, thrusting around for her cell phone. With it in hand, she called the house and sighed in relief when Consuela answered.
“Consuela! Perfect! Listen, I need you to come here right now. Bring my accessories! Got it!”
The servant’s slow hesitant response made Charisma tap her foot furiously with impatience, “Miss….I…I don’t understand. What accessories and where-” 
Charisma cut her off, “What accessories!? How can you not know?! Ohmygod, Consuela! You’re going to make me say it!? Fuck. Seriously. Get in your Pinto and bring the breast pump. I need you to do that thing that we do every single day, alright!”
“Miss….no se. I don’t…”
The cheerleader hung up as she realized she did not have time to wait the fifteen minutes it would take Consuela to get here even if she left right this instant. And that certainly was not going to happen the way the illegal was acting…

Charisma bit her lip and shifted from one foot to the other. She needed to be milked. Needed it. There was so much pressure. It felt like she was going to explode! But…. She couldn’t….she couldn’t milk herself! That…that wasn’t how it was done! The fact that she had to be milked at all was an affront to the natural order of the universe! Charisma Chase had clawed her way up through the cutthroat social order of high school to become the undisputed Queen and she’d done it despite having breasts the size of volleyballs and the urgent daily need to be milked like a dairy cow thanks to her overactive glands.

She’d be damned if she was going to milk herself like some sort of low class farmer. That’s what the little people were for…

That was when a rather distraught looking Zoe appeared stumbling up the staircase.

Charisma Chase’s smile was that of a wolf looking down upon a lost little lamb, she thrust out her nude breasts, knowing the flat chested girl would be overawed and further unbalanced. Charisma prepared her manipulations in her head, ready to use both the carrot and the stick to get the girl to do what she wanted.

“But why do you get to fuck her? She’s the head cheerleader! I’ve wanted to do her forever and that was before she had huge fucking jugs!” whined Robin. She then went back to sticking her tongue down Sharon’s big piss hole, in the hopes of convincing her.

Sharon shrugged, “Oh… I don’t know, Robin. Perhaps something about the current situation might enlighten you to why that is.”

Joan had to admit that her sister’s argument was rather compelling, it was quite clear to her who the most dominant one in the room was. She felt Sharon’s hand in her hair and she slipped out from underneath her sister’s bobbing cock, breathing in deeply the fresh air. 

“You’re so mean!” complained Robin, pushing back from Sharon’s bulbous moisture covered tip. “I’m sucking you off real nice and you can’t even let me fuck Charisma?! You get to fuck all the girls with your big horse cock! Look…you know I’ll be quick. Real quick! I can… I can show off my nine inches get her all hot and randy and ready. Then when I shoot my load early, she’ll be all disappointed but then you can come in and show her a real cock!” Despite her earlier anger, by the end of speech Robin had her lips suckling upon Sharon’s flared helmet and was giving the dark haired girl puppy dog eyes.

Sharon was **** to admit, the bimbo had a good idea….