The Storytellers Ch. 16

She was good. She was definitely an accomplished cock sucker. Her technique was pretty straight forward, starting at the tip with a swirling tongue and quickly swallowing my entire length and then upped the suction while stroking me repeatedly from tip to base. I have always prided myself on my staying power under difficult situations, but this was something I was not prepared for.

I didn't last five minutes before filling her mouth, throat and belly with an unbelievable quantity of my seed. I'm talking at least six forceful spurts and a lot of dribble. She moaned, slurped, sucked, and managed to seize every single drop without so much as a moist fleck escaping. She was that good.

But then, she didn't stop. I mean she kept going, sucking my cock hard and fast until there was absolutely no chance of my going soft after that tremendous cum. Then, without any hesitation, she moved up to straddle me with her knees on either side, and she sat down on my rock hard dock, taking the entire length inside her in one downward plunge. She gasped audibly at pleasurable sensation of being filled with my cock and in doing so, pleased me no end.

After that we kissed for four or five minutes, during which time, Dennis carried Beatrice into the living room and fucked her up the ass again.

When I found out about it later, I couldn't believe he hadn't taken her cherry, but then he had promised her he wouldn't. Apparently, he was a man of his word.

But Lizbeth and I were not finished. She began rising up and down on my pole. Her movements were barely noticeable at first, but in just a few minutes she was stroking five inches on each rise. We ended our kisses when I began to match her rhythm only to have her increase her upward movements.

"The baby, Lizbeth," I huffed.

She gave a lewd laugh and said: "Fuck me, don't worry about the baby!"

It was all I could do to hang on and dislodge myself from her tight, sweet cunt, but I managed it and soon matched her stroke for stroke until she moved off me and hissed, "Do me like you did Beatrice! Do it now, for fuck's sake!"

I had my mouth on her twat in record time, and after a couple of misplaced licks and kisses, I remembered why I was down there and gave her clit an inspired stanza of vibrating lips and brought her to the most fulfilling orgasm of her young life. It took her a full minute to regain her breath and she was still quivering some ten minutes later.

Not wanting to make the same mistake I had with Beatrice, i.e. not holding her as she had her multiple orgasms, I kissed Lizbeth and held her close, whispering sweet nothings to her until she had calmed considerably.

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The four of us were now in the bedroom. Dennis kissed Beatrice, and then began fondling Lizbeth's milk-filled breasts.

"Are you lactating, Lizbeth?" he asked. Dreamily, she nodded her head affirming the fact, and then verbalized it, saying, "Yes, I am. It's a kind of pre-milk, Mr. Dennis."

"Please, let's not be so formal, Lizbeth. Call me James; certainly not Mr. Dennis."

Dennis then went on to say: ""I must tell you Lizbeth, some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight of the demands pregnancy places on their bodies. Other women, like yourself, bloom like flowers, glowing with a certain undeniable radiance of the life growing within them."

"Why Mr. Den..." Lizbeth caught herself and switched to "James, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in ages."

Dennis sat back on his hunches and studied the sisters. Both girls flushed under his scrutiny. I started to interrupt him, but he waved me off, saying: "The two of you are quite similar, almost twinish. Different colored hair, but in all other aspects it would seem... well, it would if we take into account the state of your pregnancy, of course."

"What are you doing?" I had to ask.

"Roy, I'm simply comparing the girls, I don't think they mind."

He hadn't asked them if they did object, but the sister's didn't seem to mind his comparing and contrasting of their respective bodies. In Beatrice's case, I suspect it was the first time anyone had openly discussed her beauty, and she appeared to like the complements she and Lizbeth were receiving.

Lizbeth certainly was enjoying his comments, so I didn't pursue the matter.

"Look at Beatrice's breasts and the natural slope they have to them. I'm reminded of the snowy peaks of the Andes, or the Alps.

"And Lizbeth's... ah, magnificent in their fullness, standing out probably a full cup size large than normal. Areolas enlarged and nipples shades darker than Beatrice's and stubby as they ready themselves for the daily suckling of her soon to be born child."

Lizbeth laughed delightedly at his words, rubbing a hand over the smooth, taut flesh of her swollen belly.

"Tell me, Lizbeth, are you horny most days now?"

She laughed, and said, "Yes, I am!"

Beatrice was embarrassed at her sister's admission and covered her face with both hands.

"Beatrice," I said calmly, "don't let James get to you.

A split second later I felt a tremendous impact to my chest. I had forgotten to call him Bill, and he had attacked me!

I staggered backward, trying to take stock of what had happened. I appeared to be as I always was. Somehow he had been rebuffed from entering my body. How? Why? Had Arthur seen it coming and protected me? Did I have a safeguard or two that would ward off attacks in such moments where I unwittingly lowered my guard?

"Roy!" both girls called out simultaneously, "are you all right?"

Bill had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Yes, Roy, are you all right? He asked as the girls had; only he didn't look at all concerned.

."I... I'm fine," I stammered, still taking inventory of myself.

"For a moment there I thought you'd seen a ghost," Dennis said with smirk.

"Yes, well, I'm fine now. I don't know what happened, but I'm fine now."

"Indeed you are. Tell you what, Lizbeth, why don't you be a dear and let him suckle from your breast? I'm sure that will calm his nerves."

Lizbeth made no reply to the request, but lifted her left breast and positioned it close to my mouth. I had no choice but to accept the offering the moment her hard nipple brushed my lips. Lizbeth's hand went behind my neck and drew me closer. The nipple had a sweet taste, as I gave a tentative suck. To my surprise and delight, unlike the last time when I received a snippet of nectar from her breast, this time a gush of milk suddenly filled my mouth.

I cupped the breast to insure I didn't lose it, and still sucking compared it with that of the milk I might buy at the corner grocer's. It was definitely thinner and perhaps sweeter. I lost track of what was going on as I savored the essence of it all, and suddenly my mouth was full of milk and started to dribble from between my lips.

Everyone laughed delightedly at my predicament, including myself.

And after swallowing the brunt of her gift, I discovered that that action caused even more milk to flow from Lizbeth's teat. Greedily I swallowed then sucked and then swallowed again, while the others laughed with Lizbeth laughing the loudest.

A minute or so later, I noticed the breast was diminishing in size. I wiggled a finger at Dennis, hopefully telling him that he should try the other breast.

He picked up on my signal and moved in, and as I had, cupped the other breast and gave suck.

Lizbeth moaned. It was obviously a sound of sexual gratification. When she opened her eyes and saw me staring at her, she giggled and said, "With the two of you nursing on me I had a thrill that went from nipples to pussy. Wow! I never thought...."

She stopped talking because at that moment, Beatrice placed her mouth on the teat I had relinquished and began sucking feverishly on it.

Lizbeth kissed the top of her sister's head, and cooed, "Oh, that's sooo nice, Beatrice, sooo nice."

Lizbeth's thighs began to part and Dennis' hand was quick to slide through her hairy blonde bush and sink two fingers into her furnace.

"Oh, James!" she moaned as he continued to suck and finger her. She might have said more, but Beatrice picked that moment to stick her middle finger in her sister's mouth.

Lizbeth fastened her lips around it and sucked hard. Was she pretending it was a cock, or had she a penchant for fingers?" I wondered.

The next thing I asked myself was: Why was I wasting time?

I began fondling Beatrice's breasts, caused her nipples to grow hard and expand in length and then I took the nearest one and sucked it into my mouth.

She moaned and I bit down on it, causing her to cry out. I didn't know or care if it was from pain or pleasure or both. And when I did it again, she took her breast from me and gave me the other, and I repeated the process only to have her hand go round my neck and hold me even tighter to her breast.

Lizbeth's breasts had become sore and she pushed us away from them, informing us that she was quite finished for the evening.

But Dennis asked Beatrice if she would like another fuck before we left, and received a happy, "Yes, certainly, sir!" So Dennis fucked her up the ass while Lizbeth and I snuggled next to them, watching his cock pull her asshole out what seemed an incredible way before he slammed back into her.

"It really does stretch, doesn't it?" Lizbeth marveled to me.

"Yours did as well," I told her and saw her flush with excitement.

"Would you like another back there?" I inquired.

"Not tonight, no thank you. If we meet tomorrow, though...."

"Yes?" I said expectedly.

"I would certainly entertain the thought of that lovely cock of yours stretching me out like that," she giggled.

Dennis was just finishing off his ass fuck of Beatrice about then, and I was astonished to hear him say, "Beatrice, my love, would you like to have Roy's cock back there now?"

"Oh, yes! It would be my pleasure. Roy? Come on, put it in me!"

And so I mounted her from behind and humped the hell out of her for the next three or four minutes. I emptied my sacs into her anus and I was finished for the night and knew it.

We had another round of drinks before we bid the lovely sisters adieu, but we did, after arranging to visit with them the following evening. But as nothing unusual occurred that night, I won't burden the reader with what went on then, except to say, that when we left town, Beatrice was still a virgin, and her sister, Lizbeth, had a very well fucked glow on her face.