Deadly Male-Milkers
TJ Ryder
Todd had high hopes for the party tonight at Clarissa's. He had just
gotten off a 6 month navy cruise and this was the beginning of a long
awaited furlough in New York. He'd already made up his mind that if he
didn't see any chance of scoring in the first hour he'd head for Times
Square and find a working girl to take the pressure off his swollen
balls that had a lot of pressure built up during the long cruise.
Todd was a good looking young 19-year old, tall and muscular, and
if he hadn't already decided on the night's plan would probably have to grab
his thick incipient cock and stroke off. So Seaman first class Browning
arranged his python down one trouser leg and went down and grabbed a cab.
On the way there he reflected idly on his invitation, because Clarissa
was a stuck up bitch he tried to score on in school because she was such
an incredible knockout. Sure, stuckup maybe, but that incredible set of
tits and that pouty full lipped mouth drove him crazy in History class for
a whole year, only to get shot down on his first pitch. And now she's in
New York City with him. Strange coincidences in a small world.
Ah well, and then finding an invitation in the mail on his first day
of liberty from her. Maybe she finally relented, he thought. Maybe she
just likes the uniforms. More likely he thought she needed some extra
guys around for fat dumpy broads at the party.
When he got there, a strange looking doorman, maybe seven feet tall
with a hawk-like face looked at him carefully with the strangest smile
and was overly polite in holding the door open to the old brownstone on
the west side.
"Welcome sir," he said, "and I hope you enjoy the evening."
"Um, yes, thank you." He walked to a very old elevator, the old
fashioned kind with the grating, and punched floor #13 button. It was kind
of odd having a thirteenth floor, he thought, because he read somewhere
that they renamed it usually because some people were supertitious.
In any case he heard music from a door in the panelled hallway, and
laughter and giggling, so he entered. He smiled, the big room was
full of young guys like himself and stupendous babes, babes in low-cut
sheer dresses that rode up to their crotches. Lots of the girls were
more like women, some in their thirties or forties, but all super
stacked megababes that he never saw outside of a movie. And it was
funny but all the guys were kids like himself, late teens or early
twenties, and he had to admit it, muscular studs like himself.
Oh well, he was angling over to the opulent food and drink table
when he heard his name.
"Todd! Todd, don't you remember me?" He turned and his jaw opened.
Clarissa, even more stunning with a low cut blouse almost to her distended
big nipples coming over, and then kissing him on the mouth, her tongue
he swore brushing his, then holding him as she smiled up at him.
"Oh, sure, hi, you look, you look unbelievable."
She blushed, "do you think so, really? I'm just so glad you could
make it."
"Well, I'm, um, glad you invited me. It was a little surprising
because I didn't think you even knew when I was coming in to port."
"Oh," she said, smiling, "we keep track of our boys in the service.
We know it's been so long. It must have been hard for you." She said
this as she fell into his arms, her belly against his crotch, and he
tried to use will power to stop his cock from erecting.
"Ah, well, that part is true, six months at sea is a long time."
"I know," she agreed, "I know what deprivation means too. But
tonight, my friends and I have decided to show our boys how much we
appreciate that sacrifice."
He couldn't help wondering if that mean't she was going to put
out or not. They danced, and he was surprised for the first time cut
in by another female. The girls tapped each on the shoulder to cut in
just like guys would at a dance. The next one was a voluptuous mid
thirties blonde who hunched her crotch into his, humped his hardon, as
her big breasts mashed his chest, also asking him how his long tour was.
What he found was that every one of the voluptuous beauties liked
hearing how long he was deprived, several sighing and squealing with
delight as they ground themselves against his hardness. He was now
getting really turned on, and somehow the punch was making him even
hornier. He knew that booze made it appear to make a guy hornier but
all it really does is lower inhibitions. But when he went into the
bathroom he found a couple odd things. For one thing the mirror
was missing. Not even a bracket in the wall for one. Okay, but
then when he unzipped he discovered what he felt in his pants.
His balls were bigger, and he couldn't help drooling precum
from his inflated cock. Using cold water he finally got his cock
soft enough to piss, sighing with relief. A couple other guys were
in there, and he found in chat they had also been on either long
tours of isolated duty or cruises like himself and were primed and
ready. Then as he was leaving, he met a shipmate, Rufus.
Rufus was a big studly black kid who he used to meet in the
weightlifting room.
"Hey man, ah dint see you."
"Hi buddy, you got an invite too?"
"Ah sho did, an normally ah'd pass but de foxes heah, dey prime.
Dis young blonde knockout practically be squeezin my johnson every
time we dance."
"Yeah, I think it's a kind of serviceman appreciation thing theyr'e
doing."
"Yeah well, bro, ah kin tell you this thing is in the bag, cuz
we gwine get laid heavy tonight, bro. Ah ain't never seen fine foxes
act like dis."
Todd grinned, but had to arrange his hardon again as he went out.
When he went back to the punch bowl he sniffed it, and it was
tasty, but had an odd fragrance, and somehow it seemed to make him
drink it. He could feel his balls inflate even as he sipped it
down, and then felt a tap on his shoulder. Clarissa smiling at him,
and she looked so hot!
"Well, Todd," she smiled, moving forward, kissing him softly, "I
think we can skip the formalities, don't you think?" She moved her
hand down and felt his probing hardon, and sighed with pleasure,
and then moved it to cup his inflated balls. Whispering into his
ear, "I know Iv'e had enough pleasantries for the evening, and we
both need something more, don't we?" His throat was so tight he
couldn't speak, but had the vague impression that every woman
at the party was also embraced with a young man. In fact the
chesty blonde dish was squeezing two males, and one seemed to be
trying to unfasten her blouse and then his knees seemed to give out.
"Um," he said, moving back, feeling his hammering pulse as she
squeezed his glans, his head getting dizzy. His own knees seemed
to get weak, and after some more making out, he noticed none of
the men standing any more, and all the women were turned, smiling
at him, as Clarissa murmured things in his ear, but he couldn't
tell what they were. Looking around the room to see where the guys went
he realized they were laying in crumpled heaps around each woman.
A blonde voluptuary put her hand on her hip, as if to say 'well?'
"What, um, what's going on?" Clarissa didn't reply, lowered him to
the floor as his consciousness fled.
He had strange dreams, vivid erotic imagery, and finally a ray of
light was flashing and going away. After a bit he realized it was
a door opening. He heard the hum of electric motors, and conveyor
belts, and also realized he was naked, standing up. His hands were
in comfortable but secure manacles overhead, and his bare feet
on a rubber covered floor. Looking to right and left he saw that on
each side separated by several feet were other young naked secure men,
most still unconscious. And the ones who weren't had feeding hoses in
their mouths, which they were sucking at. As well as hoses attached to their
other orifices. It reminded him of a combination horse barn and
cow milking center. He had grown up in farm country and looked
sideways at the logo on the feeder machine. His family had a
similar machine in their dairy farm. "McGuirk's Milking,
Patent #20938.
"I thought you'd recognize McGuirk's."
Startled he looked up. It was Clarissa in a tiny thong bikini
and heels and rubber gloves. "Clarissa! My God! What's going on
here. Let me loose!"
Moving toward him, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Todd. Like my
outfit?" He couldn't help but stare at her generous curves, and even
in spite of the situation he hardened instantly, making her giggle
with pleasure, and cup his balls again, hefting them with a
professional appraising feel. "Every now and then we get a boy from
the farms and they all recognize the place. It's a milking facility
all right."
"Are you crazy? Look, if your'e some terrorist group it won't do
you any good. You know my folks don't have any money!"
She giggled, "terrorists? Do I look like a terrorist to you?
I don't want anything that you can't provide, Todd."
Laughing as she had a thought, "oh, I see, because you saw so
many young servicemen. They are a very convenient source I must
admit, but we certainly don't discriminate. We do servicemen from
all countries. I don't want you to think I'm not as patriotic as
the next girl."
"But, but, what are you then? What's this all about?"
"Tsk, It's probably a waste of time to say this. None of the other
girls ever bother to explain but you were a classmate and I suppose
for old Harding High's sake. (Sigh) Okay I might as well tell you that
wer'e vampires."
He laughed, and she did also, until he stopped, looking at her.
She nodded with a smile.
"That's not possible."
"I am a vampire, Todd. Your'e going to find out anyway not too long
from now."
"You mean... but there's too much wrong with that. I saw you during
the daytime. And if your'e going to bite my neck what are we all doing
in this, whatever."
"This milking facility?" she added. "That's what it is. Forget the
old movies, Todd. We suck sperm, not blood."
Gaping at her, feeling her hand cupping his balls again, "this isn't
happening, it can't be happening. Your'e crazy, you know that?"
"The Victorian writers couldn't talk about sperm, theyr'e so repressed
and all, but that is the vital life force we need and love. They changed
it to blood to keep the censors happy."
"But, me, will I be...?"
She nodded, "I'm afraid you won't survive, Todd. That's what happens
when you suck someone's vital lifeforce. But consider that it will be
going into me, just like when you eat a hamburger. The difference is
that you get more pleasure than a cow gets when he gets the power staple
in the forehead." He was stunned, and almost cried, but stopped himself.
"But, but, we grew up in the same town. We went to school together."
"Of course, wer'e just like everyone else, although we are practically
immortal. But everyone comes from somewhere."
At that moment that stunning blonde he danced with last night came in
also in a thong bikini and heels and carrying a clipboard and smiled at
them both. "How are you doing, dear?"
Clarissa gave her a kiss on her full lips, their breasts mashing
together, and replied, "just fine, Veronica."
"I want to get the menu straight dear, I know your'e having this one,"
she said, smiling and absurdly nodding at Todd who felt ridiculous about
almost nodding back in politeness, "but is there some other particular
one I should note down?"
Clarissa smiled at that, looking at Todd. "I think you had a shipmate
with you tonight, didn't you? I like to do friends together. A big black
stud, a Rufus something." Veronica nodded as she checked the guest list.
"Okay, I'll tag him for you. I want to get all the selections made first
and then everyone else is first-come first-served." She noted it on her
clipboard, gave Clarissa a more than friendly kiss "and, darling, let's do
our first ones together as usual," and swished off.
"Well," Clarissa said, releasing his glans and stepping back, "I have
to get you ready for milking. You see this?" She held up what looked
like a horse feeder adapted to a man sized head. "I'm going to slip it
on, so is there anything else you need to say? Quickly!"
He stood there open mouthed, and tried to think of something, and she
shrugged, "We can talk later anyway." He felt a leathery harness over his
head, and a feeding tube into his mouth. It was more of that pleasant
punch mixture, and she smiled as he started sucking. Then he started as
she attached waste removal tubes to his already hard cock, and then
to his anus. She moved down to the next male who was stirring awake as
he felt his senses swim, and his erotic visions increased as he sucked in
this strange punch. Minutes moved into hours, maybe days. He had
a memory or a dream, not sure which, of Clarissa and another voluptuary
having a water fight and giggling with delight as they sprayed each other
in addition to spraying himself and the other naked males. That was
how he cooled down and cleaned the horses and cattle on a hot day in the
barn. Then he felt his harness removed, and surfaced to consciousness.
He realized Clarissa was standing in front of him.
"How you doing, classmate?" she grinned. He felt her hand moving
over him, and it felt different. "Oh yes," she cooed, using both hands
on him, "your'e doing very nicely indeed." Looking down he saw with
astonishment his balls were like grapefruits and his big cock enormous.
"Please, Clarissa (groan), what, what are you doing?"
"Just checking out the meat, buster, and you have plenty of it."
"Are you going to, you know?"
She smiled, "no, not yet, I think you could nourish for a little more.
That liquid you drink is a very ancient recipe. It gives males a big
boost that makes them so horney they do anything for a woman, but
it also changes them. By the time your'e ready to be harvested you
will basically be a male genitalia on legs. So much a part of you will
be converted into your male reproductive organs that you will have
a wonderful ejaculation. You will just love that, I can promise you, and"
she smiled, licking her full lips, "so will I."
"But, but, what will happen to me then?"
"I don't think you understand, Todd. Don't be so dense. You will
go into my mouth, your vital essence. I just can't wait till I taste you.
Won't that be nice, nourishing me for a while? That should give you
satisfaction. Oh I suppose you mean on the physical plane. Well, I'm
afraid the male can't handle an orgasm when this much of his body is
reproductive organ. You will expire either during or shortly after
it happens, but I doubt you'd notice."
"What,(sob) will happen to me then? Don't I even get a burial?"
"Well, I didn't want to tell you this, but you don't believe in
vampires, so how can you believe in ghouls? That strange doorman
you met? We have other servants like him. All ghouls. You see we
believe in not wasting anything, plus its good evidence removal. They
are very scrupulous about eating up whatever we vampires leave."
"That's, that's horrible. How can you do that?"
"How can you eat a steak? But if your'e going to be insulting I
can put the feeding tube on again. Let's see how your friend is doing."
She pulled back a curtain and in front of him Rufus was also manacled
to an overhead, also hooked up to the feeding and waste removal hoses.
She walked over to him, her hips swaying and Todd cursed himself for
hardening even more. He felt a pang of jealousy as she cooed over his
even bigger Black balls, bloated with sperm. Rufus shivered with lust.
"Oh yes, yes, very nice, " she said, removing the tube from his engorged
penis which was expanding as Rufus was watching her, wide eyed. A pearl
of white precum appeared on his dark black purplish knob and she bent her
pretty head and licked it up. Rufus writhed in pleasure. "Mmmmm," she
said, licking her lips. She straightened up and smiled up at the bound stud.
"I'm going to call Veronica because you, young man, are ready to burst."
Turning back to Todd, she came over and picked up a pager on a table.
"Yes, darling, oh, are you doing one now too? I thought so, I can
hear you," she chuckled.
Todd thought he heard male groaning and gasping from down the hall.
"Yes, I just luckily checked on one of my meals, and he's ready to
absolutely pop. I'm going to drain him now. And you? Uh huh.
Wonderful, come right over afterwards, darling."
Hanging up the phone, Clarissa smiled up at Todd. "You probably gather
that we vampires are also lesbians, Todd. Except for the sperm drinking we
get our pleasure from each other. But it's so much better after we eat."
"Please, please, don't..."
"Hush, I'm going to let you watch, because soon I'll be doing you."
She fastened his feeding face harness again, and went and undid Rufus
who immediately had lots of questions.
"Hey, what dis is, mon?"
"Hush, honey," said Clarissa. "Don't you want to feel good now?" She
used both hands and ran them over his huge Black cock, cupping each ball.
"Aw, baby, dat so good, dat so good. What dis I hear about eating
people, aw dat feel good?"
Licking precum from his seeping knob, Clarissa looked up with a smile.
"Don't let that bother you. Don't you like what I'm doing to you?"
He groaned as she squeezed his cock, and gasped as she temporarily
released him so she could move a small milking stool under his genitals
and then sat down, her head perfect for his bloated penis.
"Oh yes," Clarissa said, lightly feeling each bloated testicle,
thumping them like a housewife thumped a cantelope. "You have a nice
big load, don't you stud?" Rufus' throat was too tight to speak as she
licked his huge balls, and then his eyes bulged as she traced her long
soft tongue up the underside of his mammoth cock. She teased him
with long and fluttering tongue kisses on his genitals.
Todd was gaping at the scene a few feet away, could smell the sperm
and cunt juice fragrances from all around him. He heard other sets of
female giggling and cooing and male groaning and grunting. Clarissa
had stretched her mouth impossibly wide and taken in his knob, which he
didn't think possible, but she was doing it, and now she was sliding her
mouth down his glistening hard cock. She sighed, feeling him in her
stuffed mouth and halfway down her throat, feeling his pulse now in his
manmeat. Now she began to softly pump her head, and he almost came
but she squeezed the base of his glans with expert precision, shutting
down the orgasm. She wanted him to cum on her terms. She slurped his
precum that flowed abundantly in her soft mouth, and moved her head up
and down, making him almost pass out in the throes of pleasure. Sometimes
she gently nipped at his cock to bring him back down, and then continued
sucking. Todd could see Rufus was about to cum. His body was getting
rigid, and trembling all over, he was gasping as his breathing increased.
His muscles and tendons stood out in stark relief as he strained.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby, yeah, YEAH! Ah gots to!"
Clarissa moved her head back so just the knob was in her mouth, and
sighed with the first blast of hot male sperm, swirling in her mouth,
"Oh yesss," she moaned to herself, as she began to swallow, jet after
thick hot white wad of sperm jet of Rufus' essence. Todd couldn't believe
it but Rufus just kept on coming, coming, and Clarissa moaned, kneaded
her big thick nipples now with both hands, her mouth covering his
knob that puffed out her cheeks. After several minutes Todd noticed
that Rufus looked thinner, and he was! His body was jerking back and forth
as he cooperated with CLarissa's draining mouth, and with all his effort
continued to spray her draining mouth and tongue. Rufus after a while
began to weakly beg her to stop, but couldn't help himself thrusting into
her mouth, making her giggle between swallows.
Clarissa squeezed his balls then, which had gotten noticeably smaller.
Taking her mouth off the seeping spitting cockhead, a strand of sperm
hitting her big naked breasts, "Come on, honey, give me all youv'e got,
that's my big male stud, that's it, mmmmm."
She covered his spraying knob with her soft still-hungry mouth as he
passed out, jangling in his manacles, but even unconscious he continued
to pump and thrust, until finally, his testicles drained, his body hung
still and flaccid and empty looking. His eyes were shut and his mouth
hung open with saliva hanging down a lower lip. He wasn't breathing and
he looked shrunken like a flat tire. Todd thought he looked like
he weighed less than a hundred pounds.
Clarissa looked even better now though, her bikini strained with her
breasts, glowing somehow as she stood up and stretched. Her eyes were
bright and her nipples were an inch long, and looking at her crotch in
the tiny thong bikini, she smiled and pulled it away from her swollen
clitoris and puffy cunt lips whose cuntcream was drooling down her smooth
thighs. She looked smug and pleased, and somehow Todd knew that she had
Rufus, his shipmate and friend, down her mouth and in her belly now.
Turning and looking at Todd, she sighed with deep pleasure even as a
similarly engorged and turned on Veronica entered to embrace her.
Todd was sipping from his feeding tube as he saw them lie down on a
couch in a 69 position, and what he saw made his cock stand up harder even
as his senses swam. His erotic dreams were making his pulse pound even
as he watched the two voluptuaries give their own essences to each other.
What had he gotten into? It's not real!
Chapter 2
Time seemed to flow by as he once again rose to the surface and realized
his feeding mask was removed and Clarissa was smiling at him. He heard
an odd but somehow familiar bell chiming from somewhere.
"Wake up, Todd!"
Startled, he was struck with fear, thinking it was his time now!
"Gulp! Are you going to...?"
Shaking her head with a smile, "No, not yet. Your'e being moved to
hook you up for milking. You remember the old farm don't you?"
"But, what?"
"Now, I'm going to release your wrists and I strongly suggest you don't
do anything stupid. For one thing you can't run away because, well, why
don't you look down?"
Wondering what was going on, he did look down at his groin, and gaped,
and Clarissa giggled at his reaction. He had balls like medicine balls
and his cock, almost fully hard, was engorged to twice its normal size.
Clarissa moved her shapely bare right leg, "congratulations, Todd.
Isn't this a male fantasy, to be hung like a bull? Well you are now.
And perhaps your'e wondering why you don't feel their weight, must be,
ooh, (thumping his inflated skin tight balls and smiling) at least a
hundred pounds there. You would be in a lot of pain if they weren't
resting on a stool we put under you guys. If I kick out the stool you
will really find out what true male pain is."
"Gasp! Then, what, what are you going to do?"
"Your'e going to join the march down to the milking room.
So I suggest that when I release your wrists you
reach down and grab your balls and lift them up before I kick out the
stool." Laughing she reached around behind her and he felt his wrists
unlocked, and when he saw her move to yank the stool, he panicked and
reached down, hefting the warm firm heavy balls, feeling a pulse through
the enlarged veins that were feeding blood to them, the skin so
stretched and tight it was almost translucent, and he could see
the sacs of sperm inside. The stool was yanked out, and he groaned, now
supporting at least a hundred pounds of his own sex organs.
Standing back, Clarissa smiled, "very good. I know theyr'e heavy but
you only have to move a hundred yards. Let's add the leash and collar
now. Come on out to the hallway, quickly now bossy!" laughing, "Isn't
that what you called your first cow?" Blushing, he realized how totally
vulnerable he was. He was handicapped by the huge awkward weight of his
sensitive organs. Even if he could escape, how far could he get now?
All he could do was slowly shuffle along, stooped over, straining with
the weight of his warm pulsing testicle sacs.
By sliding one foot in front of the other, he moved out as she
pulled a leash attached to his collar, and heard a little bell. She
had attached a tiny cowbell to his collar, and he heard
from the corridor a chorus of similar sounds softly chiming.
Looking up, he saw he was last in a line of other prisoners, all
hunched over and holding up their testicles, all attached to each other
by leashes around collars. Clarissa attached his leash to the
man in front of him, and that gorgeous blonde Veronica came by in
a thong bikini and cowboy boots and hat and riding crop. She looked
glowing and he realized she had probably just drained an unfortunate
young man.
Clarissa slapped his bare rump and said she would see him later,
and gave Veronica a tongue kiss and left to release another prisoner.
Veronica stood imperiously by his side, her hands on her hips,
cunt drool down her firm thighs.
"Now I want you cows to move together when I order it. I'm the trail
boss here, and anyone who slows down, well,..."
She swung the riding crop viciously and whacked Todd across
his bare bent-over buttocks, making him writhe and cry out as a
red weal appeared over both white cheeks.
"Now, " she giggled, "if anyone wants to drop their balls and try to
run, now's the time." Laughing, she added, "I didn't think so but
there's always a joker in the herd. Now MOVE OUT!"
Todd shuffled slowly trying to keep up, and Veronica stutted up
and down the line, wielding her riding crop, and singing the
lyrics to Rawhide.
"Head em up, (WHACK!) Get em up, (WHACK) Rawhide!...."
Stopping at the head, she yelled, "are we having fun yet? Let's
hear a nice moo for your trail boss. Let's hear it!"
As Tod shuffled past some giggling vamps, he mooed to her satisfaction
or he would get more crop marks.
Finally, the hundred yard journey taking almost an hour and exhausting
the males was over. They were greeted by other luscious male milkers in
farmer outfits who hooked them up to a long line of adapted milk suction
tubes, and had their other feeding and waste removal tubes attached.
Gasping and groaning, Todd welcomed it when he was finally attached
to the adapted Mc Guirk's milker, his heavy balls again resting on a
bench, his arms too tired to raise as they were once again cuffed behind
him. A naked girl in bib overalls came by as she sprayed him down with
a hose, as he sucked the feeding tube avidly.
Time streamed by, and Clarissa was either in a dream or in his
stall when he felt his cheek pinched, and then a thump on his left
inflated testicle. Opening his eyes, he saw several vampire milkers
standing by a faucet holding champaigne glasses. Then, he saw one
turn and look at him and the other males, and she noticed he was
aware and conscious and winked at him.
"Look, Stall # 17 is awake."
Veronica came by and laughed, "that's Clarissa's next meal. Let's
wake them all up, I think it adds a bouquet to the yield if they are
conscious."
Ten minutes later all the men in the line of milker suction tubes
were awake, their feeding harnesses removed, and their cocks
involuntarily erecting at the presence of the stroking strutting
teasing gorgeous naked female bodies. Finally, a girl pressed a switch,
and Todd groaned in pleasure as he felt the suction machine massaging
his giant hardon, squeezing, sucking, pulling, and soon he felt his
orgasm approaching, but he also felt a constricting, regulating his
spray. Veronica swished by, nodding, thumping an occasional testicle
with approval.
"You cows are just being sampled now. The productive ones will
be kept around." Todd gaped as he saw through the transparent tubes
the warm thick white sperm running down the pipes from all the pent up
huge balls in the row. A girl squealed with delight as she filled a
big glass under a faucet, and took a sip.
"Mmmmm," she said, licking her lips, "I think Stall 14 is a good one.
What do you think Charlene?"
Charlene kissed her and sipped from her glass, "too local and it lacks
finish. Needs to ripen more." The girls, including Clarissa, sampled each
male in turn, and Veronica made notations on a chart. Todd watched her
nod and wave at him as she held up a glass, letting him know this was his
sperm, and she smiled as she drank. He wanted to be selected for continuance
and desperately tried to push more sperm into the machine, which was only
taking so much, even as every male now did, all wanting to live a few more
minutes. After a pleasant afternoon, the girls talked and argued and drain
prodigious amount of still pumping sperm, as the males were caught in a
series of controlled ejaculations.
Sometimes they mixed males sperm to create a better blend, and
finally made a selection, and the males, about half, were shocked as some
were disconnected. The muscular young man to Todd's right sobbed and
begged as a luscious vamp pulled up a stool in front of his huge erection,
smiling up at him, hungrily kissing his organ. Todd thanked his maker as
he realized he was still going to be connected, even as he heard the
ravenous sucking and nursing on helpless engorged male cockflesh, and
male gasping and groaning as expert mouths teased and pleased the sensitive
swollen cockknobs.
Todd didn't want to watch but he couldn't help it. The stacked brunette
in the farmer's bib beside him licked and teased the young man, even as
she ran her hands all over his bloated testicles. After she had worked him
up to a pulsating quivering mass of ready to explode sex organs, she
slipped her drooling soft mouth off the knob and looked up at the young
man with a smile, as her red tongue slurped up a healthy dollop of precum
hanging from her full lower lip.
"Mmmm, slurp, nice. Let's see, by your chart your'e Tony Romero, USN.
Hi Tony, I'm a real Navy fan so I want you to know I'm going to make this
very enjoyable for you."
Unable to speak because of the pre-orgasmic sensations flooding his system
he croaked and shook his head, and she giggled and bent her head down, licking
up a healthy drop of precum from his seeping swollen knob. Clearing his throat,
Tony tried to beg her not to eat him but then her expert mouth overwhelmed
him, and his body trembled in the throes of passion, his barely restrained
orgasm beginning to build, his glands and arteries about to burst.
His cries of terror turned to pleasure as he
felt her soft mouth take him, and soon was gasping in the throes of passion,
spewing gob after gob of hot thick white sperm, and Todd watched her roll
her eyes back, her smooth throat swallowing and keeping up after her
cheeks swelled with each burst. The vampire squealed with pleasure
between swallows and gulps. He was so taken with watching her, as she
seemed to glow, her breasts get even bigger, her nipples harder, her pussy
drool juice down her legs as the whole room seemed to join in a sustained
orgasm. Finally, as she stood up, smiled and stretched, noticed Todd watching
and his hardon stretched to the breaking point, she nodded and winked.
Licking her full lips of the white creamy sperm dripping off, she
giggled, "mmmm, slurp, I always love Italian food. Did you enjoy the show?"
She laughed as he involuntarily blushed, and strutted off,
feeling so refreshed and satisfied and now looking for another fed vamp
luscious girl. Todd watched her sweet rump as she left, and finally
turned to look at the young man she had drained.
He screamed in horror, he was barely more than a skeleton dangling
in his bonds, his gaping mouth open as he looked at him with staring eyes.
What made it even worse was the trace of a smile on his dessicated face.
This isn't happening!
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