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Chapter 58

On Saturday, I woke in an empty bed and, when I walked into the kitchen, Jenna was nearly in tears and Jennifer was trying to console her. Jennifer was saying, "It'll be all right. We'll help support it."

I made the mistake of asking, "Support what?"

Jenna yelled at me. "I'm pregnant, you fuck!"

I instinctively said, "I'm sorry."

Jenna screamed at me, "Stop saying that!"

Jennifer turned to me. "Just go."

I queried, "Where?"

Jennifer stated, "Anywhere but here now. Let me deal with this."

I looked down at my cock. "I'm not exactly dressed for an outing."

"You've been cock walked by India."

"But I've never been out by myself."

"Just go."

I relented. "Fine." I walked out of the front door and just stood there looking around. I walked over to Gabby's, but she wasn't there. I jogged over to Rhonda's, but she was also not at home. All the while, cars were honking, skidding, and stopping, people were glaring, ogling, talking and occasionally following and doors were opened, thresholds passed and people were coming out of their homes. I didn't know what to do. I ended up stopping and trying to cover up, but to little avail.

Two middle-aged women at a nearby door yelled to me, "Come over here! You'll be safe!" I ended up running in their direction and, upon entering their residence, they quickly closed the door behind themselves as the bosomy brunette said, "You can relax now." She approached me, grabbed my arms and pulled them down to my sides to reveal my hard cock. "That sure is something."

The sexy older blonde came over to us. "It sure is. Do you mind if we touch it?"

I answered, "Not at all."

The blonde woman grabbed my cock and the brunette my balls, respectively jerking the former and rolling the latter. As the ladies stimulated me, I wrapped my arms around their shoulders. Soon, I was heavily panting and on the verge of erupting. The blonde said, "I think he's ready to blow." And I did, all over the floor in front of us. The women then both took turns passionately kissing me as they milked the last of my juices out of my pole.

I asked, "You don't mind if I stay a little while, do you? Until I decide what it is I should do."

The blonde answered, "You go ahead and stay as long as you need to."

"Thanks." I walked into the family room and sat down in a recliner.

The brunette asked, "Would you like to borrow some clothes or something?"

I replied, "No thank you. I'm a nudist."

The blonde said to the brunette, "That's so damn sexy." She turned to me and queried, "Do you need some more relief?"

I nonchalantly admitted, "I do."

She come up to me, knelt down in between my legs, grabbed the base of my stalk and pointed my cock at her before consuming me with swirling tongue. I leaned back in the recliner and laid my arms over the headrest. Within minutes, I erupted in her mouth and she ate it all. "Tasty." She just sat there and stared at my cock from close up for a while before saying, "Do you need more milking or something? You haven't wilted yet."

I explained, "I've been naked for so long and played with so often that it doesn't go away because I'm turned on by almost everything."

"What happens if you don't milk it?"

"First, I love it when women say that."

"What?"

"That I'm being milked."

"Why?"

"Because it sounds so...sexy coming from a woman."

"Okay. And second?"

"Oh. Secondly, it starts to hurt until I get milked because I'm so used to cumming all of the time."

She grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. "You make that sound like a bad thing."

"Sometimes no one is around."

She cradled my balls as she sped up her masturbation. "What does that have to do with anything? Take care of yourself."

"I'm not allowed to."

"According to who?"

"My wife."

She paused her pumping for a moment. "Your wife allows you to be milked by other women?"

"She encourages it."

She started pumping away again and gave my balls a playful squeeze. "Well then. Why don't you cum for me?"

I began to pant. "I'm getting close."

Her hand sped up and her grip on my nuts became tighter. "Good. Now cum for me." I let loose a massive stream that landed on my upper chest, which was followed by a bunch of smaller bursts that covered my stomach. "Holy shit. That was awesome." After milking the last out of me, she turned around and said, "Nancy, get a load of this."

Nancy was sitting on a nearby couch. "I saw and heard." She stood up and nudged the blonde's shoulder so that she slid out of the way and assumed a position between my legs, sitting back on her feet like an eager girl. She first drew a finger through the cum on my stomach and tasted it. "Nice." Then she grabbed my cock and began slowly pumping away, pressing her other hand it my balls, pushing me back in my seat. Afterwards, she cupped my nuts and pulled my out of the seat so that her hand could lay beneath me. As I hovered over her hand, her fingers looked for my puckered hole. As soon as the middle finger found it, I loudly inhaled as it was inserted. As she began finger fucking me, she continued to jerk me off, which caused my balls to tighten rather quickly. Without warning, I exploded all over myself again and the two women began laughing. Nancy looked at the blonde and said, "This is great."

As Nancy began to jerk me off again, I began to realize that I would not have a moment of relaxation as long as I stayed with these women and I boldly stated, "I should get going."

The blonde asked, "Where?"

"I don't know."

"Then why would you go just yet?"

"I was just thinking..."

As Nancy's hand gripped tighter and pumped faster, the blonde queried, "Why are you thinking? Just let us take care of you."

As my breathing became labored, I responded, "I need to leave." Though I pushed myself to my feet, Nancy's hand did not let go and soon I was blowing another load onto the floor in front of me. "Please let go."

Nancy pled. "Please don't leave."

I asked, "Why?"

"Because it isn't every day that a nudist with a perpetual hard on drops by and allows us to get him off. I don't want you to go."

I denied them. "I can't." I headed for the door. "Thank you very much for your hospitality." I opened it up and closed it behind me. I was now standing on the front porch of a random house in the neighborhood in the nude and covered in cum with nowhere to go. I was so turned on. However, I panicked. I covered my cock with both hands to the best of my ability and started running towards my house, which was pretty far away by now, but I had no choice. I had nowhere else to go. On the way, I ran past a couple walking a dog, which was let loose when the lady dropped the handle of the leash due to shock. As the man started running after the dog, the woman started jogging after me. Then, at a corner, I almost ran into a couple of girls who were kitty corner to me. Though I someone dodged them, I fell to the ground.

Immediately, without thinking of my nudity, the girls came to me to help, and the blonde cutie asked, "Are you okay?"

I pushed myself up, exposing my cock and balls to them, then held up my hands, "I'm okay."

As they both stared at my dick, the brunette beauty eventually replied, "Good."

I reached down and covered myself as best as I could. With my cock pointed straight up, my hands covered most of my balls and shaft, but leaving the bulb to be seen. The blonde stated, "You aren't doing the best job of covering yourself."

I apologized as I pulled up my hands revealing my balls. "I'm sorry."

The blonde said, "Don't be. I'm not. What's your name?"

"Jake."

"You live around here?" I answered in the affirmative and gave her my address. "Do you want us to walk you back?"

"That'd be fine."

The brunette instructed me to "Put your hands down. You look ridiculous." I did as asked, allowing the girls a close up view of my dick pointing right at them.

"Marvelous." She inched closer and then grabbed my cock. "Lead the way." With her hand attached to my dick, I started walking in the direction of my house. After a couple of blocks, a few cars and couple more pedestrians, I started to feel relieved because I was only a couple of blocks away. However, that quickly subsided when a police car came to a stop at the upcoming corner. I immediately grabbed the brunette, pulled her close to me and started making out with her so that her body was facing them. She eagerly returned the favor until the cop car drove on and I broke it off. "So you want to get freaky?" With her hand still around my cock, she started jerking me off.

Feeling left out, the blonde cautiously approached us and positioned herself so that she could cup my balls and massage my ass. "Cum for us baby."

Though I tried to pull away, I did so halfheartedly, but I still said something. "Not here."

Rolling my balls in her fingers, the blonde responded, "Yes, here."

I complained, "Please let me go."

The brunette's grip got tighter and her hand sped up. "Not yet."

"Not here."

The blonde stated, "Cum for us."

Miraculously, out of nowhere, like she had sensed that I was in trouble, India came to my rescue. "Get your hands off of him."

Though her hand slowed down, the brunette didn't remove it. "Who are you?"

"I'm his cock walker."

"What?"

India replied, "Just stop jerking him off."

"Why?"

"Because he's not yours, he's mine." It sounded so sexy coming from India.

"Not yet."

The brunette kept pumping away until I began to spew, which is when India punched her in the face. As the brunette staggered backwards, the blonde stepped away while holding her hands up. She said, "I'm good. I've got a boyfriend."

As the two girls walked away from us whispering and giggling to each other, India gently grabbed my cock and milked out the last few drops, which she collected on her thumb and ate. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

"Jenny kicked me out of the house."

"Come to mine." She started dragging me in the opposite direction than I was going.

"It's just this way." After a couple of blocks, she brought me into her house and walked me into the kitchen, where there was a beautiful middle-aged brunette standing at the island. Without taking her hand off of my cock, India said, "Hi mom. This is Jake. We're going to be upstairs if you need me." With that, as her mother's jaw dropped open, she dragged me up to her childhood bedroom and had me sit on her bed. What happened was so weird that I didn't even feel like asking a question, lest I had to listen to a long winded explanation. Regardless, after shutting the door behind us, India dropped to her knees, crawled in between my legs and started sucking my cock. As her tongue swirled around my shaft, her luscious lips pushed in and pulled out so that she looked like she was almost pouting while pulling back to the bulb. I couldn't help but erupt with a grunt within just a few minutes. As I was in the middle of sending my seed down her throat, there was a knock on the door.

Before I was done, it creaked open and India's mother got to see her swallow me. "India."

After swallowing my massive load, India replied, "Mother. What are you doing?"

Her mother explained, "I was just checking to see if either one of you needed anything."

"No. We don't. Can't you see that I am in the middle of something?"

Refusing to back away, her mother replied, "It looks like you're done to me."

"You don't know the half of it." India got up and sat on my right side straddling my leg with hers. "Watch this." She grabbed my cock with both hands and slowly started jerking me off, massaging me with her thumbs. After a few minutes, as her mother took a seat to my left, I felt like giving her a show. When I felt my balls tighten, I inhaled a huge gulp of air and fought against ejaculating, deeply moaning in the process. As I held my breath, continuously moaning, I fell onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Then, after my pelvis dipped into the cushion, I thrusted upwards with a massive grunt and my cock exploded a stream of semen five feet into the air, which eventually fell on my chest. The second stream reached only half as high because my pelvis retracted, but the third had the same momentum of the first and also landed on my chest. Each subsequent cumshot was a little less powerful than the last until I was leaking all over India's hands. "See?"

Her mother said, "I saw. But what is it that I saw?"

India answered, "This is Jake and he's a nudist who lives in the neighborhood who needs frequent milking because his balls overproduce cum which causes him pain if he isn't relieved of his semen."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"So he's literally a cum machine?"

India giggled. "Yes. I suppose so."

"And how do you know him?" Her mother spoke to her daughter like she was making a decision to adopt a pet.

"I was hired the other day to be the cock walker." When the mother assumed a confused stare, India explained, "I walk him twice a day on a leash to get some fresh air."

"You're kidding me."

Looking at her hands, which were still around my shaft, "Does it look like I made him up?"

The mother pointed out the obvious. "He's still hard."

India stated, "I know. Isn't it wonderful? He's so sexy."

"Do you mind if I...?"

"What would dad say?"

"Your father doesn't need to know. What would he say if he saw you with a naked man?"

"Mom!"

India took her hands off of me and left the room, supposedly to wash her hands, which left her mother alone in the room with me. She slowly reached over and grabbed my dick with both hands and squeezed. "So hard." She began stroking me.

When I began quietly moaning, India walked back into the room. "Mom!"

"What?" She continued pumping me.

India proclaimed, "You're going to make him cum."

"That's what I hope." As my moaning got louder, she sped up her pumping. I sighed when she bent over and hoovered my bulb into her mouth. Then I grunted as she licked my slit and exploded all over her tongue. Thus, my seed leaked out of her mouth and all over my cock like she was an amateur. After I was done being milked, she sat up and licked her lips. "Yummy."

"Mom!"

"What? He has great tasting sperm. Sweet and salty at the same time." She grabbed my cum-covered cock as I sat up and gave it a few strokes while looking at me. "You should really be proud of yourself."

I asked, "For what?"

"For being so potent."

India once again complained, "Mom!"

"What?"

"Just go." India pulled at her mother's arm.

After allowing herself to be dragged up to her feet, India's mother said, "Fine. But your father will be home soon. What'll you say then?"

"What?"

"Do you think he's going to allow you to keep a naked man in the house with us?" Again, I was spoken about like I was a dog that was just brought home from the pound.

India less than enthusiastically stated, "Yes."

"We'll see." The mother left the door open when she went downstairs.

India looked at me and smiled. She glanced down at my crotch and said, "I'll clean that up for you." She sat down next to me, bent over and began licking the cum off of my cock. After she was done, she got up, closed the door, shimmied out of her shorts and panties and mounted me. After we fucked, me cumming inside of her yet again, we laid beside each other on her bed until the mother called India down for dinner. When that happened, she grabbed my dick and dragged me downstairs with her.

As soon as we entered the dining room, India's father exclaimed, "What the fuck?!"

With her hand still around my cock, India introduced me. "This is Jake."

As I nodded at him, he ordered her, "Get your hand off of him."

After India did as told, she explained my circumstances. "He's a nudist."

He replied, "I see that. What is he doing here?" Again, I wasn't a part of the conversation.

India answered, "His wife kicked him out of the house."

Her mother queried, "He's married?"

India responded, "It's an open marriage."

Her father said, "So? Get him out of here."

"You can't just kick him out."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't." She grabbed my cock. "I love him."

Her father denied that. "No you don't."

"Yes I do. In fact, I'm pregnant."

As my mouth dropped open, her mother disagreed. "No you're not."

India admitted, "He's cum inside me every time we've had sex."

"That doesn't mean you're pregnant."

India grabbed her stomach. "I can feel it."

Her father shot out of his chair and approached me. "Get out of here." He would have grabbed me by the collar and thrown me out if I would have had one.

India pushed herself between us. "No dad!"

"But Indie."

"I love him."

"He's married."

"That doesn't matter."

Her father disagreed. "Like hell it doesn't!"

India grabbed my cock. "You're embarrassing him."

As my cock throbbed in her hand, I tried to placate the situation. I held up my hands and said, "I'm..."

But her father cut me off. "Shut the fuck up!"

India defended me. "Don't talk to him that way!"

"I can talk to him any which way that I want to."

India's grip became tighter. "No you can't."

"Then get him out of here."

"Then I'm leaving with him."

Her father queried, "Then where are you going to go?"

India's mother begged her. "Don't leave."

India replied, "But dad's making me."

"No he isn't."

Her father stated, "Yes I am."

India's mother stepped in front of the father. "No you're not. She's staying for dinner."

The father responded, "Not with him."

"Yes with him."

"Then not with me." India's father stormed off upstairs.

India immediately turned to me. "I'm sorry about that."

I replied, "It's okay. I could leave."

"No." Her grip became even tighter.

The mother walked past us carrying a platter. "No you're not. You're our guest."

I asked, "Are you sure."

India's mother pulled out a chair. "Yeah. Sit here, next to India."

I said, "I don't want to cause any trouble."

"You're not."

With India's hand still around my shaft, I sat down next to her as the mother laid out mashed potatoes. After the mother sat down and we served ourselves, India looked at her mother. "Would you like a little gravy for your potatoes?"

The mother said, "I didn't make any."

"Jake could provide it." India yanked me up to the standing position and moved me around the table to stand right in front of her mother. "Here. But you've have to serve yourself." She let go of me.

India's mother made an indenture in her potatoes, reached over to and grabbed my cock and aimed it at them. She started jerking me off. As I was reaching the edge, the father came down the stairs. He looked at his wife masturbating me and exclaimed, "What the fuck?!"

As I looked at his angry countenance, I spilled my load all over his wife's potatoes, filling up the concave cavity. She let go of me and I ejected more loads over the table. "Henry!"

Henry yelled her name. "Samantha!"

Samantha tried to defend herself. "I was just..."

Henry cut her off. "Giving him a handjob." He turned around and stormed off a second time.

After her mother ran after her husband, India summoned me over to her and started jacking me off onto her own potatoes. After she had milked the last out of me, she yanked me into my chair and we started eating in silence. After a few minutes, India proclaimed, "The chicken's dry." She looked at me. "Stand up." I did as asked and she pumped me to completion all over her meat. I sat back down and we kept eating.

Eventually, Samantha walked back down the stairs and into the dining room. While holding the back of a chair, she said, "India, he's got to go."

India complained, "Mom!"

"He's got to go."

I stood up to leave, but India demanded me to "Sit back down!" I did as ordered.