A lazy Saturday at home

Bianca struggled to seal the container of milk, the lasting pleasures of her milking sending her in a slight lusty haze. It had only been 24 hours since Nick had last given her release but already she was feeling the telltale signs of her arousal returning. This time in ****. Maybe she should have let him fuck her instead of giving him a blowjob; although after all the sex they'd had, her pussy had started to get sore. She liked to change it up sometimes, giving her man head instead of always fucking him - especially since she also got off when she drank his cum.

She did learn the hard way that it wasn't entirely practical to drink a cup of cum at once. In the end, she was wearing most of it in an impromptu facial, having only swallowed the initial spurts. Changing how much a man produced seems to have unintended drawbacks.

Didn't mean she wasn't excited to try again, this time knowing his cum would taste like delicious fruit.

She sighed, feeling the tenderness of her breasts following her milking. Despite what she's told Pamela and the others, Bianca rather enjoyed being milked by someone else. When she was young, her first milking had been done at the hands of her father, a long standing tradition in their home, and she'd since come to enjoy having her tits manhandled. Nick was especially good at it.

Best not tell the others that. It was better if they believed she'd changed things so that wasn't possible. Then again, she'd be the only one retaining memories of when girls had to find men to milk them, supposedly anyway. So maybe it was justified? She groaned - this was confusing.

She was halfway out of the washroom, milk container in hand, when she heard the floorboards of the attic creek, and darted back into the room. The last thing she wanted was to run into Thomas after what had happened yesterday. Instead, she saw Kyle making his way out of the attic and into his room, his quizzical look betraying the fact that he was deep in thought.

Now this was curious. After yesterday's developments, with Kyle being on everyone's case regarding what they had changed, catching him leaving the World Processor was very interesting. She briefly considered asking him what he'd just changed, but then thought better of it. The last thing she wanted was having to explain her lie again.

So she ignored the compulsion to question him. After all, it wasn't like she was a guy - **** to act upon her needs and desires. She'd have to thank Pamela later for excluding them in that one.

Even so. If Kyle still felt justified in making changes, despite everything the housemates had gone through these past two days, than she shouldn't hesitate to continue to make any either. While at first she was wondering whether or not she should, if the instigator had no qualms with still using the machine, why should she?

Satisfied with her reasoning, she took the time to store her milk in the fridge before ensuring the coast was clear and darting up to the attic. As far as she was concerned, the less time she spent up here, the least likely it was she'd be caught.

Thankfully, she already knew what her change would be.

0004: Men have little to no refractory period, making them able to continue having sex shortly after getting off.

The next time she saw Nick couldn't come fast enough!

It was late in the morning when Thomas knocked on Pamela's door, waiting a few seconds before entering so that the girl could get dressed, although he suspected she wouldn't. He'd since learned that the girl went to bed naked. He didn't care either way - if she wasn't naked now, she would be soon.

When he entered, he found Pamela on her bed, a twisted mess among the sheets, book in one hand, the other idly poking at her nipple. "Morning sexy," he began, closing the door behind him.

"Hey stud" she mumbled back, eyeing him from behind her book. "Late morning?"

He shrugged, making his way to the bed. "I had a rough night yesterday." He admitted, remembering his conversation with Kyle, "And I didn't have my little sex kitten to make me feel better."

"Maybe you should find another sex kitten." She teased while turning a page, feigning disinterest.

He ignored her comment, climbing on top of the foot of the bed. "I could, but I was instead hoping she'd have another surprise for me. Like yesterday. You know, to make it up."

She smirked, unable to contain her excitement as he crawled up towards her. "Maaaaaybe."

She put the book down as he kissed her, the strength behind it telling her exactly how much he wanted her. She mewed into it as he collapsed on top of her, his long, hard cock poking her leg through the sheets. They stayed like that for a while, the kiss sensual while Thomas tasted the fruit of her lips. As it grew passionate, his hand snaked its way under her sheets, making its way to her wet core while she spread her legs invitingly. When he plunged into her, she broke the kiss, moaning loudly while pushing his head to her neck so he could kiss her there instead.

She momentarily forgot that, despite her teachings, he wasn't supposed to know how to kiss. Instead, pleasure coursed through her, his fingers finding that sweet spot inside of her. "Fuck, Thomas!"

Her breasts off limits, he instead played her clit like a fiddle, feeling almost cruel at the way he built her arousal, knowing she wouldn't be able to cum. She half giggled, half squealed as he added another finger, his touch determined to become intimate when every inch of her cunt.

Still, her tits were what fascinated him the most - proud symbols of femininity, sitting high and perky on her chests, full of milk. It had only been a few days ago that he'd been able to see them first hand, when he made the girls walk around nearly naked in the house. But even though he'd fucked Pam since, she still refused to let him touch her breasts. Despite having to do it every day, milking was a weirdly intimate and personal act for most girls.

Somehow, he felt as though today, that would change. "Can I..." he panted between kisses, his arousal growing in tune with her own. "Your tits." His free hand was repeated grasping empty air, requiring all of his strength to not grab her outright. "Please."

Still squirming under his fingers, she quickly reach down and grabbed him, extracting him from between her legs. Locking her eyes with his, she brought his digits to her mouth, cleaning herself off of him, enjoying the fruity taste of her arousal, before bringing his hand down to where he so desperately wanted it.

"Be gentle." She whispered as he gave her tit a tentative squeeze. "They're always sensitive after I've been milked."

Not wanting to ruin his chances, he followed her orders to the letter, pawing her chest with a tenderness and care that was nothing like the way he was ravaging her pussy just moments before. Pamela couldn't decide what was more arousing - the way his cock throbbed beneath him, betraying just how much he was enjoying the moment, or the look of awe and admiration he sported while touching her tits for the first time.

Eventually he squeezed her just right, sending a jet of milk arching out from her nipple, wetting the bed as it landed. She squealed as it happened, showing to him just how pleasurable it was to be milked by someone else. Having never experienced that before, Pamela wondered if Bianca had made that change, knowing it had previously been uncomfortable. She'd thank the girl for it later.

Thomas just stared at where the arc had passed, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Fuck that's hot."

Without warning, he clamped down on her nipple with his lips, wanting to taste her sweet nectar straight from its source. The nipple hard in his mouth, he probed it gently when his tongue as he sucked. Milk flowed freely as he did, strangely warm yet incredibly delicious.

"Gentle, gentle" she cooed as he nursed, his motions at times becoming a little too eager. She held his head and pulled him closer to her, settling on her back just like he did with her chest. Never could she have imagined how arousing this was; how feminine she felt having someone drink directly from her. This is how it should be, she eventually decided; this is how she was meant to be milked.

The duo stayed like that, basking in mutual arousal as Thomas drained one breast and quickly moved onto the next. As time passed, Pamela knew this moment together was doing nothing to help her deny her growing feelings for the man, the intimacy of the act making them all the more stronger. As the pressure of having her tits full slowly left her, she eyed his long cock, the subject of her attractive, and longed to do the same to him.

Her chance came soon after, when he'd eventually drained her other tit and sucked uselessly on her nipple, all milk spent.

"Enough! Enough!" she giggled, batting him away. "Would yo- Ouch! Stop it! Thomas, they're sensitive." She was all smiles as he unlatched, Thomas falling back onto the bed, a bit of milk dripping down passed his lips. He licked them, sighing happily.

"Hmm, that was delicious."

"Was it?" She asked, blushing at the compliment. He didn't reply, closing his eyes as he enjoyed her aftertaste. Pamela sat up, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of the hunk next to her, large cock pointing up towards her, and she smirked. She tied her hair in a long ponytail, getting ready to return the favor.

The Latina girl crawled her way down her man, eyeing his cock as it grew in her field of vision. She licked her lips, seeing how hard he was. If she needed further proof he'd enjoyed nursing from her, his arousal was evident, having dripped down the length of his cock. She ran her tongue along his shaft, getting a teasing taste of his fruit. This time, it was watermelon - one of her favorites.

As she took him into her mouth, he reached down and grabbed her hair, using it as an anchor as he **** her down, hips rising up to meet her. She'd since learned that Thomas was rough with his girls, something she was more than happy to endure if it meant she got to fuck someone with a cock his size. She also couldn't deny the arousal she felt at having him do so; him being rough in bed was a welcome change to how he acted outside the bedroom.

Evidently, Thomas didn't need long to cum, sucking her breasts having aroused him to the point of near bursting almost immediately. She quickly pulled back, knowing it took serious skill to be able to swallow every drop a man produced during orgasm.

She opened her mouth wide, dedicated to catch as much as she can, as he burst, shooting his watermelon-y treat all over her face and tits. And gulped down whatever she caught in her mouth, feeling her familiar cum-gasm course through her with each landing spurt.

When he was done, cum poured off her face, soaking the bed beneath her; the whiteness of his semen a match for the milk that had dripped down his.