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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât. 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 âŚ
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 wasnât 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 Brendaâs 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 Lindaâs bedroom only yards away, she knew that sheâd have to be extra quiet. She also felt that with Lindaâs earlier fun, sheâd, 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 wasnât surprised that he was out cold. By her estimation, it would be some time before he would be able to cum anything.