Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

Original post copied from Elliquiy Seven? Penelope mouthed to Melissa, wincing. Melissa had the same thought in her mind. Now she knew what she meant by bringing Christine, a registered nurse, along to look after their health. Somehow she doubted it was for their boy, although it was possible for a hundred girls to exhaust their seven-and-half-foot giant. Or was it? Another peek at the tableau in front of them and her doubts melted like chocolate in a fondue pot, percolating into a bubbling mass of desire and apprehension. Colossus was in jaw-dropping action again, an impressive feat of strength and sheer bad-assery as it lifted Elinor up so that her naked bottom poked higher. Dear lord. Of their own accord, her hand went to the hollow between her thighs, now throbbing unbearably from the spectacle and the milk, her thong utterly damp, while her other hand went to her jaw, which throbbed with an anticipatory ache. If she had a third arm, it would go across her swelling breasts. And maybe a fourth hand would be rubbing her knees. Oh yeah, they would a need a nurse all right. It was a good thing there would be a hundred girls to service their insatiable hulk When Cherry finished speaking with her sister and announced the addition of Gia to their numbers, Melissa sniffed. Oh, thats three more, then. Each of her boobs counts as personalities of their own. Penelopes eyes danced and she whispered, Boob envy, sweetie? Hardly. Melissas hands did go to her breasts this time. She was proud of her girls, and she was right to be. Slowly, her fingers felt up their soft firmness, testing them for the task ahead. Good gods. Seven! All she could say was that the other girls better do their fair share of production! Although I have to observe that Gia doesnt wear bras, she wears hammocks. Oh wait. Does she wear hammocks at all? Do they make hammocks that huge? Penelope and Cherry giggled. Despite the cattiness, they knew that Melissa loved Gia, and if she were there now, Gia being Gia, would be trading barbs with Melissa at a good-natured, break-neck pace. Anyone else think the good sisters are overdressed for the situation? Their giggles ceased at their giants question. Penelope was nodding vigorously in eager, nearly sycophantic agreement, although Melissa doubted that the question wasnt rhetorical. Melissa began to have a sneaking suspicion that their boy was a natural master times one hundred. His next words confirmed her suspicions. So many girls forget their place. And at that spank on Elinors quivering bottom, the remnants of her disbelief dissolved into a shivery sort of awe. Their wide-eyed, lust-inflamed attention was again riveted to the little orgy unfolding on the sofa, and Melissa sat back to watch, wishing now that shed made popcorn. This was much better than viewing porn with Kevin! Her glazed eyes glued to the raw, engorged power of Colossus, the tip of her pink tongue slipped out to moisten her lips. Her hand strayed again to the wet mess between her thighs, while the fingers of her other hand played with her aroused, jutting nipple. She wasnt alone in growing lust. Their bodies fully primed by the milk with hunger for their new master but elbowed out of the orgy, Bella and Angelique creatively channeled their lust and started kissing, deep kisses with tongues swirling and tasting each others sweetness, their hands disposing of barriers to get to the satin hills of inflamed breasts and hips and the damp valleys between smooth welcoming thighs. Angelique particularly enjoyed licking and sucking on Bellas pert nipple, her palm exploring the rounded contours of Bellas other breast, while Bella, moaning softly in between kisses, stroked the silky moisture pooling between the lips of Angeliques sex until Angelique shuddered with uncontrollable pleasure. Nearby, on the window seat, Adriana and Tansy were purring and rubbing their naked bodies, the soft puckered mounds of their breasts slipping over and against each other, tails twirling between the others thighs in long sinuous strokes that slithered over trembling flesh. Elinor squeaked as the thick trident that was Colossus tossed her lower body up, and to keep her balance she was forced to grab the giants sinewy thighs just above his knees. Oh god , she groaned inwardly, feeling her dripping lips settle and cling to the the long hot shaft pressing up against her. It it was the size of a telephone pole! Help me! Im going to perish in hellfire! She was already burning as it was, her skin flushed and damp, her heart pounding. To add insult to injury, he spanked her. SPANKED her. She, who wielded the Paddle of Order and Justice with such proficiency in her office! Harmony and Melody werent helping, in fact the silly, adoring little sheep were speeding her on her way to eternal damnation by removing her habit, wimple and bra methodically, tossing them merrily around the room until she was naked and her lavender hair flowed wildly around her bare shoulders and down her traitorously puckered breasts. And now she was riding Colossus bare-back, a bare-bottomed Godiva on a glorious stallion of manhood... Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come Thus, to fight the overpowering urge to gallop her mount, she started muttering the prayer. But when she got to the part and lead us not to temptation, she had not only just allowed herself to be led to it, she had bought first-class tickets on a supersonic jet to get there. Her treacherous lower body was sliding, her bottom squirming, her fingers digging into the muscles rippling on his thighs, and the moist sounds of her silken womanhood massaging that monstrous serpent of temptation were so loud that she thought the neighbors could hear them. And Uma wasnt helping at all. What are you doing down there, Uma? she moaned, feeling the other Sisters nose poking the sensitized little button she hadnt known existed until now. Uma made muffled sounds in her throat. What? Stop mumbling! I ah aaah.aaaaaah OH! Cherry wouldnt have missed this for the world. Even as she arched and purred as Penelopes agile fingers teased and stroked her swollen pussy to orgasm, she witnessed the Sisters very first. She might have laughed at the womans comical expression of shock, ecstasy and bewilderment if she werent busy moaning her pleasure into Penelopes mouth. Umas mouth was hugely occupied by something else. On top of the shock of having her habit, wimple, bra and panties stripped off by the delinquently compliant girls around her at the giants feet until she was naked between those formidable male legs, that something stretched her soft lips to the extreme, as befitted the extremity of a god that now filled her mouth and throat. The only thing that saved her from suffocation was the fact that she was a closet exercise freak, and barely avoided panic and hyperventilation as she breathed through her nose. And thank the Lord she didnt have a small mouth like Elinor did, although that enormous male outrage invading her mouth would probably be hard-pressed to find a mouth in the world to match its girth with comfort. Instinctively, she sensed that to avoid choking on the fluid seeping out of its slit, she would have to swallow and she did, her mouth sucking experimentally and slowly along that large meaty rod as she did so. Lustful curiosity had her touching the source of the substance now trickling in hot rivulets down her throat, her fingers, almost reverent as if in the presence of deity, cupping and massaging those two prodigious sacs. As she caressed them and felt their size, she wondered just how long she would need to keep swallowing And so, in the presence of that primal and pagan exhibition of dominance over his territory, the awed, envious girls who werent grinding, sucking, clinging to or kissing their master followed Cherrys, Melissas and Penelopes examples and fell on their knees. All over that room, if they werent moaning or purring with pleasure, they were panting with the milk-born bliss of worship. The last thought that a kneeling Melissa had before her body exploded from her own probing and stroking fingers were two words. Knee pads .