Author's Note: Blame my Yahoo friend laurel for this one. Somehow, we were discussing penis pumps one day. I had fiddled with a penis pump for awhile, and mentioned how it felt like a weird milking sensation. Laurel and her demented imagination basically took it from there. Basically she spoke about a guy being milked everyday for his cum with a device like a pump. Well, my mind, being just as demented, took that idea and ran with it, making a few modifications. The following tale is what came out. Let me know what ya think.
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Through the blinds of the bedroom, sunlight poured in swiftly as dawn gave way to the sun taking over the sky. Jenny Maester's eyes twitched and opened to a squint. She shook her head and rose off her stomach to her hands and knees, then turned and flopped back down on the mattress on her rear. Her dark green eyes blinked, struggling with the brightness as a soft yawn escaped her full lips. The warm sunlight shone off her face, making her creamy-pale naked flesh seem to glow.
Her legs stretched out in front of her before she planted her feet on the hardwood floor of her home and stood straight up. Her bed was in disarray, but she shrugged and left it as was, stepping out of her bedroom. She stretched her arms above her head, her hands catching the doorbeam. Her hips arched forward a bit as she stretched her arms and back. Her fine fingers opened and closed repeatedly as she turned into her washroom.
The spray of steamy hot water from the shower soaked her skin, and the warm water rolling down her flesh felt exquisite. She bowed her head, letting the water soak into her wavy black hair, humming to herself cheerily. Reaching for a bottle of specially scented body wash, she flipped open the top and the smell of lavender filled her senses as she began scrubbing her form. Deftly she washed her frame, sudsy water rolling between her heavy, soft breasts, both of them hanging like great pendulums as she bent to wash her hard, powerful thighs and calves. A gentle purr vibrated her throat as she rinsed herself, wisps of steam rising from her flesh as the hot water washed away the suds, then stepped out to dry herself off.
She took gentle care brushing her hair, slowly stroking the stiff brush through her dark mane. She wanted make sure everything about her appearance and smell was perfect. With her hair neat and in order, she stepped back into her bedroom, opening her chest of drawers and quickly locating a box of forearm length rubber gloves. Next to the box was a bottle of vanilla flavored massage oil.
"He loves that scent so much," she thought to herself. "It always makes me think of him too ... "
Jenny was constantly busy and hard working, employed by a grocery store franchise's marketing committee. She was successful and quite a creative genius, but was still in need of that lil something to push her over the edge and into true success and riches.
As she stretched rubber gloves tightly over her agile hands, she strode down the hallway toward a heavy wooden door. Pushing it open, she stepped onto a small landing above a long wooden staircase leading down into her basement. Five large, tightly sealed glass jars lined a near wall, and she gathered them into her arms and stepped carefully down the stairwell, which led into a large, wide open room with a low ceiling and deep brown carpeting. Ceiling high bookshelves filled with all manner of book lined the walls.
Her eyes swung to the far right corner of the room. A large, cozy bed with thick comforter blankets sat there, and laying atop it, was the beautiful young man she had made all these preparations for. His tall, slender, sinewy frame was pale like hers, but much more solid. He laid on his side, his thick, long blonde mane ruffled and pooled around his head and neck and behind him. A long chain trailed off the far side of the bed, and was hooked securely into the wall, the other end attached to a hard leather collar about his neck.
Laying against his curled leg though, was an enormous, powerful length of flesh, his cock, resting. His heavy balls stretched his sac downward as they hung and laid cozily on the mattress. The head, bulbous and round, seemed swollen in comparison to the rest of the shaft.
"You delicious stud ... " she sighed as she admired his sleeping form.
His breathing as he slept was deep, and his closed eyes showed quick darting movement. One arm rested folded beneath his head, the other clutched an over sized pillow. His cock twitched noticeably as she moved closer. Somehow, through some miracle or mutation of the Goddess, this young man had been blessed with an immense set of genitalia, and through that awesome cannon of manhood, could produce an ungodly, untold amount of semen in single orgasms. This hyper productive stud, her most beloved and cherished, was her way to a life free of worry, and the rest of the world.
Jenny shuddered, a chill traveling up her spine. She quietly sat the jars down near the bed, and then raised one of her legs up and onto the bed, standing so her cunt, its soft, moist pink flesh open and exposed, was roughly a few inches above her stud's face. Her hand slid down to her clit and began rubbing, pinching and rolling the tiny nub viciously, her eyes running all over his naked form, stopping at that gorgeous, twitching member. Her body tensed as she felt herself getting wetter. She kept masturbating faster and faster, her free hand swimming through the golden strands of his hair.
