Brenda had literally crashed when she reached her bedroom. She had carried the milking machine to her room, fearing that Linda or Sara might wear it out. She would later put it in the room with the rest of the toys.
Tossing her kimono to an easy chair in the corner, she just dropped on the bed and was asleep within seconds. In no time, she was in deep sleep, dreaming. In her dream she was resting on top of Ross, his hands were caressing the soft mounds of flesh and pinching the swollen and tender nipples of her breasts. He was kissing her deeply and passionately, that soul full kiss that lingers long after it is over.
He had yet to even touch her dripping pussy, but she could feel her clit pushing out from under its hood, throbbing, yearning for any attention he might have for it. She was close to orgasm, just from his fondling and the kissing. Ross wasn’t tethered, which gave him free reign to roll her over on her back. As he continued the deep kisses, softly, tenderly, his knee gently pushed her knee outward, opening her legs. It didn’t take much effort as Brenda slid the other leg outward, across the carpet. She was sopping wet and as he moved above her, his cock slid against her mound, pressing downward. His hardness was now coated in her juices as he moved his hips gently, up and down. He wasn’t inside her, but the friction of his warm thick cock, throbbing against her clit was almost enough to send her over the edge.
He continued this slow, rhythmic grinding against her as her breathing got more labored. She pushed her hips outward, thrusting against him, hoping that he would slip deep into her. But he didn’t. He continued as her breathing got harder, his hands rolling her nipples around between his thumb and forefinger. She was so wet that they both could hear the slushy sounds, coming from between their bodies.
When she was so close, he gently nudged his engorged cock head between her pussy lips, slowly putting pressure on the door that would give her so much pleasure. Suddenly, the head pushed through her tight opening, embedding itself deep into her cavern of warmth. It was too much as she started to feel spasms coming up through the bottom of her stomach, rolling across her. As he slowly pushed deeper into her, she could feel herself stretch open, farther than ever before, as if she were being split in two. She could feel his cock head, buried deep inside her, throbbing hard.
Ross was beginning to breath harder, as he gently rocked forward, pushing against her cervix. Her orgasm was imminent as she felt the mushroomed head flare wide, signaling his orgasm. He stared into her eyes, as she wrapped her thighs around him and held on tight, just as her orgasm started …
Brenda sat up in bed instantly wide awake. She was breathing hard and was feeling so very wet between her thighs that she thought she had just wet the bed; it wasn’t that kind of wetness. Her thighs were literally drenched in her juices.
Brenda could feel what was left of one huge orgasm, slowly leaving her trembling groin. It was so close but now it was gone. Her clit felt like it was on fire, begging for a touch, a rub, a caress. She was so very close, but the feeling was fading fast. Now, she was extremely horny and even more frustrated.
She was still dripping her own juices as she got up and wandered to the foot of the bed, in the darkened bedroom. There, she felt around, almost desperate for any type of relief. At this late stage in her sexuality, a hand or a finger would have worked instantly, but that would have been a huge let down, after the dream. She thought of Ross, asleep downstairs, but feared going to him. She had had her fun with him, literally draining his balls of every drop of sperm. The vision of his bucking hips and wildly thrusting cock was almost too much.
She sat on the floor and pulled the milking machine closer to her, between her nude outstretched legs. The machine was already plugged in, and in the dark, she felt for the familiar controls. Placing one of the un-modified teat cups to her breast, she turned on the suction and allowed the cup to suck her tender, swollen nipple into the silicone liner. Without hesitation, she took a second teat cup and attached it to her other breast. She turned the vacuum pressure up to three and held her breath, as she turned the massage up to three. Instantly, both of the tender nipples were being sucked and massaged better than any man had ever done. Her feelings of arousal went through the roof; as she let her fingers dip into her saturated pussy and begin a tender work out, on her engorged, throbbing clit.
The machine hummed quietly as Brenda’s legs tensed up, pulling up toward her crotch, and opening up the sensitive area between her thighs. As the lips of her pussy engorged, her finger found its way into the soppy warmth. Within seconds, a second finger easily slid in, as the machine quietly purred, sucking her distended nipples deeper into the silicone lined cups. Her thumb was firmly rubbing the hard little clit as a third finger pushed inside of her. She felt as if she was starting to cum, but the intensity was nothing, compared to the intensity of her dream fuck.
She stopped and angrily jerked her hand from her crotch. Even the milking machine was not working up to her expectations. She was so frustrated that she could scream. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was just after three am. She quickly turned off the machine and jumped up, rushing to the door. Outside her room, she listened intently for any sounds, but there were none. Completely nude, she quickly moved down the stairs, leading to the dungeon. She knew what she needed and where to find it.
At the door of the dungeon, she paused, peering inside at the sleeping figure on the floor. Ross was in the exact position he was when she last saw him, except that he had kicked off the sheet that covered him. With Linda’s bedroom only yards away, she knew that she’d have to be extra quiet. She also felt that with Linda’s earlier fun, she’d, no doubt, be in a very deep sleep.
Brenda quietly tip-toed over to Ross and was listening to the sound of his deep breathing as he slept. After everything that had been done to him that evening, she wasn’t surprised that he was out cold. By her estimation, it would be some time before he would be able to cum anything.
He was lying on his back, his arms folded back above his head. One leg was straight and covered only at the thigh, by a sheet. His other leg lay sprawled out to the side, leaving him very open and very vulnerable. The massive ball sac literally laid on top of his thighs, his massively thick cock softly laying flat against his stomach, upturned and soft. Even soft, he still appeared monstrously thick and for a change, there was no pre-cum and nothing flowing from the swollen head.
Brenda quietly whispered his name. There was no sound, except for his continued deep breathing. She called his name a little louder, but still there was no response. She knew that he was sound asleep. She wondered what he was dreaming about, after the attack of the super sucking machine.
Brenda quietly crawled up to the side of him, near his straight leg. This was the leg that was still tethered. Lying down beside him, she faced his body, supported by her elbows. She just lay there, gazing at the rise and fall of his chest, taking in his entire body, and thinking of the dream that she had just awoke from. She leaned forward, closer, her face only inches from the soft cock. She looked at his face, again quietly calling his name, still no response.
She leaned in closer and with her tongue, she gently licked the velvety head, lightly. It immediately flared wide as the foreskin began to push back from the head. Watching intently, she gently licked it again, softly, and the head pushed farther out, the foreskin falling back over the thick shaft. She then made one long lick, running her tongue from the head to the base. Leaning back away from him, she watched, fascinated as his cock twitched and started to elongate. It was a definitely battered cock because it wasn’t swelling with the usual speed that she had seen before.
She watched as his cock started to swell, then slow down, as if pausing for a moment. She immediately lowered her face closer, and kissed the head, then ran her tongue down the length of the underside, again, only harder this time. The response was immediate as his cock again started to swell and the head throb. She continued watching the thickening cock as she listened to the deep breathing. There had been no change, he was still sleeping deeply.
By now, Ross’ cock was hard and starting to slowly rise from his belly. With it hard, pointing up his body, Brenda scooted in closer, her elbows resting against his hip. She leaned in, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and very slowly and very gently, sucked the head into her mouth. She remained motionless, holding the throbbing fleshy head in her mouth.
She listened, but heard the same breathing pattern as she had been hearing. He was literally, feeling nothing. That was ok with her; she was starting to have her own fun. She could feel her wetness against the carpet as she continued to ooze her frustration out. Gently, she moved her tongue around the head, feeling it flare and relax, flare and relax. Ross’ breathing didn’t change, but a very soft moan came from him.