I was awake in the morning when my wife and her guest came downstairs; too early to get up, so I just pulled the sheet over my lower body and waited for them to leave before I could throw it off again.
“Don`t cover up for us, husband; I have been telling of your virtues to Mary here, and she was very excited.”
My `virtues` were why I had woken: bulging balls and a throbbing, hard cock, in need of solace, and an empty rectum which needed even more solace.
“Just pull the sheet off, Mary; he won`t complain – we have a deal, don`t we husband” and my wife was clearly stretching the boundaries of the blackmail she had over me: fuck her or her friends, as she demanded, and she wouldn`t report my aberrant behaviour with dogs, or show the photos she claimed to have.
I looked at Mary; quite young actually, but I noted she was dressed and made-up to go to work, I presumed, so she wouldn`t be staying; ok, a look I could do, and I threw the sheet off myself, and stood up, pausing for a few seconds before starting to walk past them to my bathroom.
Mary tentatively reached her hand out as I passed her, and touched, then held, my hardened cock, a rod at the moment, and I allowed it for as long as it took her to say, “Oh god, he has to be twice the size of my husband!”
I gently took her hand off me, thrust my mouth at hers and my tongue inside, and fucked her there while my cock pushed between her skirt-covered thighs for a few seconds.
She`d need to fix her lipstick, I was smiling, as I presented my buttocks to them and went on to my bathroom, and heard them leaving, talking animatedly.
It was another frustrating day; my cock hardly went down, anticipating a visit, but no blacks or browns or grey came to relieve me.
It became a frustrating week; all I had was an occasional stray, mostly very late at night, mostly males to fuck me, but none were very satisfying, and none showed me the love I had found with some of the others, or with the puppy.
My wife became more demanding, however, her coterie of lovers/friends seemingly endless and seemingly all told of my cock, and if they wanted it…well, just ask her.
I fucked them as directed, needing to empty my balls regularly I found; some had bigger breasts which I mauled and fed on, and once asked my wife to bring me a milk-filled woman some time.
Her response was to demand an extra fuck from me, and I was quite brutal with her on these occasions, ramming her cunt at the exact location she told me `it`s time`, mindless of any friend who might be there looking on in surprised fascination, mindless of her comfort, and when she had orgasms enough, and blurted out `enough`, I left her immediately after filling her, satisfying myself and my balls, for now.
Part 4
It was perhaps 2 months and the black male came one morning, the much larger puppy following.
I was so happy, I hugged and kissed them both, tongues and jowls and mouths filled with my own, my hands roaming their coats and muscles.
The male wanted little of this, though the puppy seemed to enjoy the caresses and cuddles and kisses, so I dutifully removed my shorts, spread out the towel I always kept handy every day, and gave my body for the black`s comfort, and a release from my own frustration.
It was actually a quite perfunctory mating: he didn`t seem at all interested today, just needing to show dominance perhaps – over me, and to keep the puppy in second place.
I could look over at the puppy, well, adolescent now, and he was sitting on his haunches, his cock out and waiting, looking bigger for sure, and his tongue lolling out of his dripping mouth.
Smiling at him, I let his Father do as he wanted, and was rather relieved when he had hardly knotted and given me his sperm, than he pulled quickly out and off, his knot not even feeling so large.
He sat and licked himself; I didn`t offer to help, but rose and went to my bathroom, wanting to be clean and virginally refreshed for my younger lover.
When I came back, there was only the youngster sitting, waiting on my bed; I closed the door this time and came to cuddle him, but he pushed me down on my back and lay on me for a cuddle and kisses, his cock wet on my pubic hairs, and my own cock hard and throbbing at the contact of my missed-lover.
He hadn`t forgotten our love-making position, and shuffled backwards as I shoved a pillow under my buttocks to raise myself a little for him, and he slipped his cock inside at the first jab: it was heavenly to have him back, and he was measurably bigger.
His cock sliding in made me sigh, his forepaws came up my chest and wrapped me to him, his larger-size meaning he could fuck and kiss at the same time: ideal from, and to, lovers.
As his ready juice spurted, and he shifted his haunches around, I did the same with my pelvis, and his erection grew quickly, his licking and kissing more intense, and I waited for his knot, to know how much bigger that would be.
He sealed us and began ejaculating, and I understood this first time for him and me would be quick, and hoped he was still as young and virile, stronger even, than before, and his second time would be followed by more…
Surprising me, he didn`t back away and pull out, not even his big locking gland.
What he could still do was bend his neck and head back and suck my dick, lying hard and long up between our abdomens.
He wasn`t wilted inside me, but certainly somewhat softer; rather, he was just not moving, but as he licked my cock, it seemed to give him impetus, and I could feel it when he began moving his haunches again, and his cock immediately responded, as did my hips, and now he stopped his ministrations of my cock, and went back to fucking me so very nicely, and with youthful enthusiasm.
He seemed to be able, this time, to go straight to ejaculations, and he was even more powerful jetting it inside my body, and there was no less of it, but combined with his first, locked-in load, I was getting full to capacity.
He kept going, and I was now enduring, rather than fully enjoying it, but his love was unmistakeable in his fucking, and his grasping of my body, and drooping saliva as he laid his head on my chest, for my hands to fondle his ears and stroke him gently.
Perhaps it was his haunches which grew tired, but eventually he did finish, and was able to drag his knot out without too much pain, and he lay down, looked at me, and waited for me to clean him: he hadn`t forgotten anything about our special relationship.
I dragged my towel off the bed and scrunched it under my arse, in case I emptied while my tongue and mouth licked him clean and quite dry, and then he closed his eyes, his head lolling on the bed somewhat – but his cock was out and I knew it would be ready again soon.
I exulted in his desire for me!
Getting up, albeit slowly, I shuffled to my bathroom; emptying myself into the toilet, the towel still dry.
I didn`t get a chance to have him love me again for quite a while.
He yelped, and I ran out of the bathroom to see whatever the problem was; he was at the door, and his Mother was standing up outside.
When I opened the door, he ran outside, and they both trotted out the front gate – why: I had no idea.
It was lunch-time; didn`t really have a meaning, only that I had half a day and all the night to get through so I could feel `1 day older`: there wasn`t seeming to be anything more than this, when I was abandoned yet again.
I wasn`t hungry – well, I was, but it was for a lactating female my body craved, not ordinary food.
I watched some TV: nothing; I thought of going for a drive: dismissed the idea; I took off my shorts and read my book for a few minutes and closed my eyes, hoping for sleep.
Actually, I did, so I wasn`t at all happy at being woken by a knocking at the locked screen door, and my wife saying, “Husband, I`m home; you might want to put on shorts: we have visitors.”
Standing up, waking, I could see some new friend behind/beside my wife, staring in the door; she was holding a baby.
I fumbled and put on my shorts, opened the door and put my bed in order, as they entered.
“This is Emma, and her daughter; Emma`s husband ran out on them, and baby Amy has stopped drinking from her, and only wants a bottle. I suggested you might help her: she is still making milk….”
I didn`t say anything, and did nothing other than look at the big, full breasts of Emma.
I went to my bathroom, washed, cleaned my teeth, told my cock to `get down`, and went out, finding Emma lying on my bed, the baby in her arms, drinking from a bottle.
“You didn`t ask, husband, but I am early because the Manager told everyone to go home as he was going to the airport to fly to Singapore, so he gave us a free weekend; must be something good he was going for, as he never gives us `free` anything, does he Emma?”
She smiled and said “not in my years there, no.”
I went back to the kitchen and made a café, even being polite enough to ask if they wanted anything: my wife was going upstairs for a shower, Emma asked for a glass of water, so I took that for her.
Baby Amy was asleep, the bottle almost empty; I took it from her outstretched hand, gave her the water in exchange, and she laid Amy on the bed beside her, propped on her side by my pillows.
Handing me the glass back to put on my side table, she began undoing the front buttons on her dress; “Do you want your café – or something more nutritious perhaps, Khun Steve?”
I asked her “are you sure you want this; you could just express the milk yourself and keep in bottles…?”
“I do that” she nodded, “it is my milk she is drinking; for some reason, she doesn`t like it from my nipples, and I am making more than she can drink, and I have a freezer full of bottles!
Her front-opening bra came undone, and I didn`t understand why her baby didn`t like her nipples – I did, and I had just glimpsed them this second!
And so I gorged on Emma`s milk; I drank from one, but couldn`t touch the other as it spurted as soon as my fingers caressed her nipple, and I wanted the milk to fill me, and to nourish me.
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