Ro3: To Be Milked

In the end, Rick had seconds.

As definitely disturbing, not to mention distressing on a host of levels that the current situation was, it was also without doubt the single most erotic moment of his young life. It was like the most perverted raunchiest porno come to life and starring hot women he knew in real life! So he regained his erection, despite Suzanne’s disparaging comments, he was raring to go, his head stuffy with arousal. There Sharon was on the couch, lying back with her slender nubile body on display covered in his jizz. And there her mother was bent over the back of the couch, her rather large yet shapely buttocks gently waving enticingly. Reaching out he slapped one ass cheek, sending it a jiggling and receiving a short cry from Suzanne as a reward, her eyes flashing as she looked back at him over her shoulder. As he settled his knees into the couch cushions between her feet, he scoped out her gaping vaginal passage. Given what she’d said about his size, he was a bit leery of her response. As he scooted forward, Suzanne reached back and spread her cheeks revealing her puckered hole to him.

“Uh….ya know Mrs. McCormick… I’ve never really been into the…uh backdoor action…”

“Oh? And I thought you’d grown a pair.” She replied as she reached back and fondled his balls, she shrugged, “Oh well…. I think I’d prefer taking your cherry there anyway…”

Rick coughed and turned it into a nervous chuckle, “Come on now, Suzanne. I can call you that now, right? I mean you can’t **** me…”

Suzanne whipped around, with her hefty chest out and drawing one hand down her rather powerful looking abdominal muscles while the other took a much firmer grip upon Rick’s balls, drawing out a strangled grunt from his lips, “Baby, you’re a less than athletic young boy. This body right here…it’s a finely honed high performance machine. Look at me.” Her free hand slapped and grasped her meaty ass, “No Arabian here, darling. I’m a fucking Clydesdale! And no, you’ll call me Mrs. McCormick. Only one who gets to call me by my name is my stud, Sharon.”

Rick blinked at that last comment but shook it off, quickly deciding that his distaste for anal sex was definitely not as strong as he thought in the face of Mrs. McCormick’s powers of persuasion. He gathered a copious amount of her arousal as it flowed down her thighs and lubed up his dick before gritting his teeth and shoving it deep into her asshole. He slammed his hips into her buttocks, earning grunts of pleasure from her and obtaining his release from her fist’s iron grip upon his testicles. The loud slap permeated the living room and he simply lost himself to the sensation of her tight passage around him and the chance to take out some of his frustration at her abrasive attitude on her ass.

Shannon dragged herself off the couch, slipping to the ground bonelessly as her treacherous exhausted body fought against her every effort to escape. She was very carefully blocking out the memory of the past ten minutes. She was just glad her psycho mother was currently too occupied to pay any attention to her. Oh god….she needed to find Joan. Fuck…she’d just had sex with a boy…or her mother had just fucked her using a boy….Ugh…

Not going to think about it. Not….

She crawled across the floor. Slowly but surely, she felt strength returning to her limbs. A good thing considering the staircase was going to be quite the obstacle.

Fuck, she hoped Joan was making out better than she had…

Zoe took a seat upon the bed and stared at the floor as she took several deep breaths. She was purposely not looking at Charisma and her impossibly huge naked breasts. Seriously, where was Joan and what the hell was going on? “Um…Charisma? Your wardrobe malfunction is really the least of our problems! Sharon’s mom has lost her mind! She was…was MOLESTING her own daughter down there! And then she tried to seduce Rick! And your breasts…they’re…”

“Seduce Rick? Yea, she’s definitely lost her mind. Check. Now. I’m glad you’re back on topic: my breasts. Look. Here’s how this works. Helping me out earns you…my favor at school. I’m sure I don’t have to spell out how a person’s fortune…especially a person as far down the ladder as yourself…can change for the better when someone of my stature deigns to get involved.”

“Okay. I get it. I said I’d help get you dressed again. You don’t have to go all mob negotiationy, alright? It’s just… something seriously strange is going on here, Charisma! I mean- what’s with your breasts? They weren’t that big only five minutes ago!”

“Ohmygod. I do not have time for this. Look.” She stepped up until her toes were an inch away from Zoe’s fidgeting High Top wearing feet. Huffing, she pinched one engorged nipple between her lacquered nails sending a spurt of warm breast milk down to splatter against Zoe’s flat chest. “Wha?” was the skinny girl’s response as her head dipped back and forth between her moist t-shirt and Charisma’s form towering over her, the confusion obvious upon her face. Charisma bent down and placed her hands on Zoe’s shoulders, looking her directly in the eye, “Look. I need to… express milk. I need to rightnow and you’re going to do it!”

The redhead’s brow was quite furiously furrowed as she stared at Charisma with a rather incredulous look, “Huh?! Milk….what…why…you’re pregnant?” Zoe’s brilliant brain was having too many shocks over a short period of time to keep up with demand.

Charisma’s eyes rolled, “Ohmygodno! I have a freaking condition alright! It doesn’t have a name because as far as my doctors know, no one else has ever had it. My mammary glands are like super over active ever since puberty! I need to be fucking MILKED daily. So get started!” The cheerleader followed her command by kicking off her heels and climbing up upon the bed next to Zoe. With her knees pressed up against the girl’s right thigh, she turned so that her torso was over her lap. Supporting herself with her hands upon the bed, her overly generous tits hung down with her aching nipples sliding across Zoe’s jeans with her every movement.

“What?!” Zoe followed her shocked query with several short gasps as she tried to find the words to express herself, “You-you can’t be serious! I-No! Not…not in a million years! Get off-“ The redhead’s attempt to push the bigger girl away was instantly frozen as a flash momentarily blinded her. She quickly saw Charisma’s phone held in the cheerleader’s hand, the angle clearly having caught Zoe’s face and no doubt at least one of the brunette’s enormous breasts.

Charisma started speaking, her voice startlingly calm. But there was a tremor in it that spoke of the level of control she was exerting to keep it so, “Your fashion is atrocious and the company you keep is beyond the pale but you are sort of pretty. I can work with that. Things can be very nice for you, if you cooperate.”

“On the other hand, backing out would gain you my…disfavor. Telling anyone about this? My wrath. If you think the mild discomfort of a few daily snide comments is bad just wait until I’m through with your reputation. You’d be surprised at how many mutually exclusive rumors one person can be the center of.”

Zoe knew she was caught and it was evident in her voice, “But…this is crazy. No one will believe…”

“Sure and if high school ran on logic and fair-minded debate, you’d no doubt be right. However, we both know opinion is what counts, particularly the opinions of the cool crowd. And I can accomplish all I need to without this picture.” Charisma’s measured voice turned to steel, “Zoe, honest to god. If you don’t start massaging the milk out of my breasts right fucking now, I will destroy you.”

The redhead’s hands found the hanging breast closest to her. She didn’t really know what she was doing but she wasn’t about to ignore the scary head cheerleader’s threats anymore. She needn’t have worried for as soon as her fingertips began kneading the flesh about Charisma’s nipple, she was rewarded with a warm gush of milk upon her lap and a disturbing moan from the brunette’s throat. “Um…Charisma… I…this is going to make a mess…”

“Fuck. Keep going.” She sighed, “If you hadn’t dragged this out so long, maybe we’d have found a bucket or something. Right now I don’t care about getting my milk all over you. Unless you want to use your mouth…”

And so the next five minutes of Zoe’s were quite possibly the strangest of her life. Only the five minutes before this and the five minutes before that were in the running. Warm soft breast flesh jiggled between her fingers as Charisma’s seemingly never ending supply of milk was ‘expressed’. Eventually her gentle kneading the area surrounding the brunette’s nipples proved not enough and obeying the frantic girl’s **** urging, Zoe found herself grabbing and jerking Charisma’s large breasts in a way that caused her to wince with sympathy. Images of farmer’s squatting beneath cows and pulling upon udders filled her mind and honestly, the way the cheerleader was making her squeeze her breasts was nearly identical. The milk had long since turned her jeans sodden with moisture and she was definitely sitting in a puddle of the slowly cooling dairy product.

But by far the strangest part of this whole fiasco was how aroused Charisma was by the process, not to mention how incredibly vocal she was about it….

“Damn…Oh damn but you’re good at this… Oh yea…” she gasped, tossing her head causing her thick mane of brown hair to hit Zoe in the face.

Charisma squirmed and shifted, making Zoe’s task all the harder, “Fuck…fuck….you’re such a damned good milker…better than Consuela…..better than Taylor…shit yea…”

“Oh Zoe….such a good girl. Ohmygod, I’m keeping you. God, I’m going to ‘She’s All That’ you so good for this…. You’re going to milk me every day and I’m going to make it all up to you. Fuck, I think I’d eat your pussy for this and I’m not a lesbian.”