0 comments/ 36379 views/ 1 favorites The Milkman Cometh Ch. 01 By: Dreams of Desire A light drizzle had begun to fall when Enoch reached home, dampening his curly hair but not his spirits. He unlocked the front door and remembered to duck, bowing his 6' 5" frame into the living room to dodge the low beams that brushed his head. "Hey Marley! How're you today?" Marley glanced at his master through slitted yellow eyes and yawned, not deigning to give an answer. Enoch fondly ruffled the cat's thick fur; "Lazy old sod; okay, let me get my shit together and I'll see about some breakfast." The small kitchen had just enough room for him to open the cupboard door without knocking the sink unit opposite and Marley didn't help matters by circling round his feet, meowing plaintively for him to hurry up and open the tin of meat. "If you could open a tin I'd be out of a job, wouldn't I?" Marley never talked with his mouthful but agreed wholeheartedly all the same. Although his lodgings made him feel like Gulliver in Lilliput Enoch considered it a small price to pay for having a roof over his head, peace of mind, and most of all; privacy. His bathroom was little more than a box with just enough space for a walk-in shower, a sink and toilet; if he stood in just the right spot he could urinate, wash his hands and his back at the same time. He performed his ablutions quickly and donned a threadbare but comfortable dressing-gown; then went down to make fresh coffee and toast, carrying them on a tray into the living room where Marley sat curled in his basket, preening and purring happily. Enoch sat in front of his computer, switched it on and munched his toast with occasional sips of coffee to wash it down while checking for anything of interest online. After a swift scan of the news and sport he checked his e-mail: a couple of responses to the pictures he'd posted on an adult website made him smile but nothing more; they were from couples and he wasn't inclined to be a piggy-in-the-middle. He deleted them without responding along with several adverts for things he didn't want, finished his toast and rolled a spliff, ignoring the disappointed meow from Marley who had hoped for an after breakfast snack. He lit up and settled back in his chair, blew a large smoke ring at the magnolia ceiling then glanced at the clock in the corner of the console. There was just over an hour before the landlord's wife was due so he logged in to one of his favourite chat rooms to pass the time. Few chatters from the UK were in at this time of day but plenty of people were burning the midnight oil in their part of the world. Some knew him and greeted him by his nickname: 'Hey, Shadow!' 'How's it hangin', Shadow?' He typed in replies to all and plugged in his webcam, only allowing those with similar status to view. Although the idea of group sex left him unmoved the excitement of showing off to virtual strangers aroused his own voyeuristic tendency, and he was soon enjoying the sight of a mature woman from Colorado who called herself 'Red-Lady' ('red' for her hair, but she was no lady online) using a large black dildo between her thick thighs. Occasionally she'd pause and type how much she wanted him right now and Enoch would reply with suitably lewd comments that sent her into a frenzy; once she'd cum so hard her juices had splashed over her cam and her plump, middle-aged body rippled in and out of focus as she strove to achieve a similar climax now. Enoch waved his erection at her encouragingly and typed a response to a flattering comment from another woman from California who was a regular night owl. 'BeachBabe069' lusted after his cock with a passion that bordered on obsession and she often promised to find out where he lived and fly over to sample the dark delight of his flesh. She was wearing a bikini, as always, a bright yellow combination that barely held her full breasts or hid her trimmed sex which spilled out from the thin strip of material between her tanned thighs. Her face filled the screen as she leant forward to blow him a kiss, her sky blue eyes twinkling with glee. He snatched at thin air as though it somehow crossed the electronic gulf between them and laid the palm of his hand gently on the tip of his cock; message received. She smiled, licked her lips and placed a finger in her mouth, sucking it suggestively while she watched him stroke up and down. A Canadian woman old enough to be his grandmother lifted her skirt and suggested he should come over and 'make an old woman very happy'; an Australian girl, no more than eighteen by her fresh complexion, squeezed her pert breasts together and wished he was there; a couple of sophomores in their dorm somewhere in Alabama were suitably impressed and made giggling remarks while he stroked the object of all their unfettered lust with increasing ardour, pausing now and then to toke up or take a sip of coffee. Enoch had no preferences here: young or old, fat or slim and all variations of beauty appealed to his roving eye as long as they watched him too. 'Silver_Streak', the Canadian grandmother, was trying to get him in a one-on-one but Enoch simply smiled and typed 'no pm's'; his standard response since discovering the safety of the MyChat! programme. After being burned by a voracious bug in a Yahoo! pm sent from some lowlife he had found this programme allowed him to continue his favourite pastime without leaving himself open to the nutters and nasties lurking in WebWorld, and if he wanted to go one-on-one he checked them out more carefully before adding them to his messenger list: besides, why should he constrain him self to one when there were so many people out there? The only people on the list here were RedLady and BeachBabe, who privately told him that he was a spoilsport and should 'share the joy' as he had 'plenty to go round'. 'I'm saving it up for someone', he typed back. 'Lucky girl,' she replied, 'anyone I know?' 'Your sister,' he quipped. BeachBabe gave him the finger and looked like she was sucking a lemon; Enoch chuckled, blew her a kiss, and kept an eye on RedLady who now had both hands on the dildo and was pounding away as though she was unblocking a drain. He wished he could turn the audio on to hear her loud, lusty cries but didn't want to use the headphones in case he missed hearing the knock on the door which was less than half an hour away; she was rarely late. 'Can I watch?' BeachBabe asked, teasing her nipples. 'I'll be good, I promise.' Enoch thought she meant to watch him stroke and replied; 'of course you can watch.' 'Are you going to fuck her?' The dildo had vanished into RedLady's bushy cunt and he squeezed his cock, wondering what it would be like to shaft her. 'I'm getting my vibe; don't start without me!' BeachBabe disappeared and Enoch realised she wasn't talking about RedLady; she wanted to spy on his rendezvous. He finished his coffee and considered switching his cam off but a mischievous thought stayed his hand; why not? he mused, BeachBabe would get a kick out of it and the landlady need be none the wiser if he activated the screensaver to hide the open chat window. She wouldn't notice the cam in its discreet position on the desk and would only have eyes for his erection anyway. Enoch gave Marley a look; "I suppose you're going to watch, too?" The cat's eyes narrowed as he stretched lazily in his warm basket and sharpened his claws on the wicker-work, plainly unconcerned about his master's obvious arousal: he'd seen it all before. "Yeah, baby; go for it." Enoch muttered, watching RedLady heave in orgasmic bliss. He cocked an eye at the time and decided to roll another one before his landlady arrived. 'Did you like that, honey?' Redlady asked, sucking her dildo clean. 'I loved it,' he typed while looking for suitable roach material. 'Are you going to stay around awhile?' 'Yes, why?' 'You'll see. By the way, do you know who 'Silver_Streak' is?' 'A little, she don't come in often, once in a blue moon. Why?' 'She wants a show, that's all.' 'Oh, go on, you got plenty to share ... I won't get jealous - well, not much.' 'Link her in via your cam then; something special your way comes•' Enoch lit his second spliff of the day, switched the screensaver on as BeachBabe came back into view, waving a bright orange vibrator in a friendly gesture, and stood up in profile for them to watch him stroke his cock in the direction of the door. He shrugged his dressing gown off at the sound of a discreet knock, took a deep pull on the fragrant weed, and stood proudly upright, hands on hips. "Come on in, Andrea." The door opened to reveal an expensively dressed woman of medium height. She reached up to tuck a wind-blown strand of auburn hair out of her hazel brown eyes and smiled. "My, my," she said, stepping lightly across the threshold. "Someone's certainly pleased to see me." Enoch flexed his muscles to make his erection bob up and down. "He's always happy to see the world's best cocksucker," he said, glancing down at his vibrant tool. "Flattery will get you anywhere," she smiled, dimpling prettily. "It's the truth," he replied, admiring the way her full breasts jiggled under her lilac blouse when she walked towards him. Andrea never wore a bra for their illicit tryst and he knew her panties would be already moist with anticipation; the thought made his cock swell harder and he took another pull on the spliff in an effort to control his ragged breathing. Her stockings whispered together as she knelt before him to regard the engorged head of his cock and she blew on it gently, pleased to know that she could arouse so virile a man despite being one month shy of her fiftieth birthday. "You're in a hurry today," she breathed softly and kissed the black, almost purple, nob-end. Enoch willed himself not to rush things for the benefit of their hidden audience and simply smiled. "Only to start - not to finish - I've been looking forward to this all month." "So have I stud; you must've saved a big load for me by now, then." "Suck it an' see!" Her pink, polished finger nail traced a line down the thick vein on the underside of his shaft and her tongue followed close behind to tickle and tease his full balls. He sucked in a deep breath and held it as her mouth took each one in a warm, wet cocoon, bathing them with a loving heat that sent a shiver up his spine. Enoch sighed and inhaled the intoxicating mixture of the narcotic and her perfume, resting his hand lightly at the back of her neck. She may not be the best cocksucker in the world, he thought, blowing a cloud of smoke across the room where it curled lazily in the air, but if there's anyone better than her, I'd like to meet them! "Mmmmmmmmmmm," Andrea crooned, running her tongue smoothly up his cock and swiping the tip clean of pre-cum. "You taste so good." Her eyes glinted as she looked up at him and started to unbutton her blouse, draping it carefully over the back of the chair to ensure nothing spoilt the sheer material and provoke any awkward questions from her husband. "Hello," she said, noticing Marley for the first time, "we have an audience ... you kinky kitty!" Enoch wondered if their hidden audience realised she was referring to his cat and smiled to himself as he imagined their reaction. His smile broadened into a beamish grin when he felt her tongue return to work, lapping and licking in short flicks and wide swipes that coated his shaft until it gleamed under her ardent ministration. "Fuckin' 'ell, that feels great!" he gasped and grabbed the back of her head in both hands to bring her lips closer to the shiny helmet, sliding up between her soft breasts as she rubbed his shaft between them. Andrea took him into her mouth with a low moan of pleasure; enjoying the hot taste of his hard meat and washing it with a mouth watering rhythm that helped his shaft slide briskly up and down her deep cleavage, rubbing an erect nipple into the seeping slit then the tip of her tongue, letting the thin stream of pre-cum stretch out before she sucked it up with a loud, lewd slurp as though eating spaghetti. She admired a man who could control his libido and abandon his emotions to the moment without letting go; a deft balancing act that Enoch always managed to accomplish with aplomb: something her husband, bless him, rarely did and she was always careful to sustain his erection with her tongue. With Enoch, however, she knew she could vent the full range of her oral skills, safe in the certainty that he wouldn't explode until she was ready and not a moment before. She looked up to gauge his emotion and felt a wave of heat flood through her body, dampening the gusset of her favourite silk panties; red, to match her mood. From her supine position he looked like an ebony Adonis; his smooth body rippled with muscle and towered above without appearing to threaten her: quite the opposite. He made her feel safe and secure, in capable hands. His strong hands gripped her tighter, one at the back of her head, the other moving round her neck, onto her throat; not squeezing too hard, but tight enough to let her know who was in control. "No!" Enoch commanded and shrugged her hands from his hips as she sought to steady herself. "Put your hands behind your back." Andrea did as he she was told and demurely held her hands behind her back like a good girl, gagging slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat. The tendons in her neck stood out as her throat worked convulsively to swallow more of him and she bobbed up and down in an effort to take all she could, rubbing her thighs together to increase the delicious friction of her panties on her clit. "Take off your skirt," came his next command after several minutes. This surprised her and she hesitated long enough to make him repeat the order with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Enoch had never asked her to do anything like this before but she unzipped it anyway, and got to her feet to let it fall with a susurration of silk on her stockinged legs. "Now, bend over," Enoch instructed, "no, this way," he directed, putting her in front of the camera to present the audience with a perfect view of her rounded buttocks. "That's good," he said, standing in front of her, "now, keep licking." He pulled his muscular cheeks apart and Andrea quickly got the picture; stooping a little further forward to slide her tongue in the dark crevice and moving both hands round to stroke him, relishing this fresh aspect of the game. "That's it, slut," Enoch sighed, "work your tongue right in there ... all over my cheeks, too ... don't forget my balls, while you're at it." The view of Andrea's pert cheeks was for BeachBabe's benefit as he knew she was bi-sexual, and the other scene was explicitly for the kinky RedLady who often wrote that she wanted him to sit on her face and jerk off over her tits, and if Enoch could've seen their reaction he would've had more difficulty in holding onto the bubbling load in his balls. He pressed Andrea's face into his flesh and wiped it up and down, concentrating on the thrilling sensation in his cock instead. The sound of her wet tongue and moans of pleasure made him sweat with lust and he regretted leaving the audio on mute, but couldn't do anything about it now. One thing he could do, however, was get Andrea to suck more cock than she'd ever attempted and he pushed her gently, but firmly away, onto her knees once again, and loomed over her exposed throat like the sword of Damocles. Enoch held Andrea's hair to pull her head back to just the right angle for his cock to slide into her mouth, and stroked her throat with the other as he would when giving Marley a pill. The pungent smell of her excitement filled his nostrils, enticing his hand down to her breasts and onwards into the moist valley between her slender thighs. "That's right, baby, take it slow," Enoch said, pushing the saturated gusset between her pouting pussy lips. "Suck it slow, and deep ... show me how much you love this big black cock." Andrea gurgled happily in the back of her throat and writhed in the grip of her second orgasm of the day, soaking his fingers where she'd fantasised about taking his gorgeous length in the shower earlier that day. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider, willing him on to do as he wished with her. His cock slipped out of her mouth in a spume of spittle and his finger slid inside her moist nest, then she took him back into her throat with a bubbling groan and felt his finger slip out; in and out, out then back in again, see-sawing her in twain between his cock and a soft place. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take more than an inch past the bulbous head despite her best efforts; she gagged and dry-retched each time he tried to push his fat length any further. Her pretty face bulged with strain and became streaked with sweat and drool, mixing with pre-cum from his cock when he pulled out to try again, and again, until she felt light-headed with the extreme pressure. "I thought you wanted it," Enoch said, changing position to stand in front of her. Andrea drew in several gulps of much needed oxygen and gasped; "I do!" "Then open your mouth wide," he demanded, wiping his cock over her lips and face, in her hair and over her tits. Her eyeball's almost popped out of her head when he made a determined lunge in at her mouth, skewering her face with a single thrust that made her splutter and blow hard through her distended nostrils, spraying his crotch with spittle that stuck to his skin like early morning dew. She leaned back on her hands to control her fall or she would've ended up on the threadbare carpet, running her lips along his slick black shaft as he pulled out, like sucking a chocolate lolly to get at the thick, sweet cream beneath the rugged coating, gasping at the power of his lust. "Take it you black-cock-whore," Enoch said and grabbed each side of her head to push his cock roughly back in her throat, ignoring her strangled cry. If any other man had called a whore Andrea would've slapped him black and blue but to him she was anything he wanted; she felt him swell at the back of her mouth and spew a thick wad of cum down her throat, triggering an orgasmic rush through her panties. She swallowed it gratefully and took him deeper, trembling with the effort, bending back under his forceful persistence. His meat softened slightly at the sudden release of pent-up juice, allowed her to gulp another two inches past the head; then three inches, another hot blast burst from her nose, four inches, stretching her lips around the throbbing shaft until she resembled an oven-ready roast, dripping with a creamy sauce. On any other occasion Enoch would've been content with getting his rocks off there and then but he wanted to give his audience a show and, with a harsh groan and a primal warning cry, he pulled out and squeezed his cock behind the head and hosed her down with hot spunk, coating her face and hair with a molten stream that made her cum with him, begging for more and rubbing it into her flesh like an exotic skin cream. Enoch was only too happy to oblige, spurting copiously over her tits then onto her tongue and stuffing his cock back in her mouth to make sure she sucked every last drop. He loved the expression on her face when she took his cum and looked deep into her bright eyes, crammed another inch or so into her mouth and groaned loudly, feeling her finger slide between his cheeks to try and coax a little more from his balls. Peristaltic waves of pleasure rippled along his shaft as he sank deeper down her throat, milking him dry. Another finger slid in his ring, probing the g-spot that would trigger an aftershock to send more spunk down her hungry throat, working in rhythmic combination and, with a mighty heave, he forced the root of his cock between her lips. The Milkman Cometh Ch. 01 "Yes!" he cried in triumph and ground his balls under her chin. "Swallow it all." Tears of joy sprang from her eyes as a series of orgasms wracked Andrea's body; detonated by the flow of spunk down her throat and his big toe jammed between the lips of her pussy. She reached up in an attitude of surrender and held onto his meaty cheeks, squeezing them and holding him tight until she felt faint. Andrea practised regularly on her biggest dildo, sucking it whenever the opportunity arose, thinking of him and their regular rendezvous: This was all she needed to keep body and soul alive and it was with a mixture of satisfaction and regret, and a substantial amount of pride that she took everything he could give more time before his juicy length slid carefully past her lips and dripped limply on her heaving breast. "That," gasped Enoch, slumping back in his chair, "hit the spot!" Andrea smiled like the Cheshire Cat and vanished upstairs to make herself respectable again, re-appearing after twenty minutes or so of extensive repairs to her make-up and composure. In the time she took to do that, Enoch had collected the many plaudits from the online audience and realised that in his stoned state he'd inadvertently switched on to room broadcast instead of switching off audio --- and everyone there had not only heard everything, but received a grandstand view of the entire proceedings. Ruefully, he bade BeachBabe and RedLady a fond farewell, and rolled another spliff to toke as he savoured another cup of coffee. She handed Enoch her panties for a souvenir and accepted a cup of coffee but refused the offer of a toke; she got her kicks from a far more potent drug. They chatted absently about this and that (and thought about the other), eyeing each other across the table as lovers do, postponing the moment of return to their routine lives. Marley twined himself about her legs, hoping for a crumb or two but had to settle for a gentle caress behind his ears and, denied a seat on her lap for fear of spoiling her skirt with loose fur, he twitched his tail disdainfully in the air and scooted out through the cat flap, seeking the pretty ginger queen two doors down. Andrea followed him out soon after with a toe-curling, breathless kiss by the door that left her lips tingling in a wide smile. There appeared to be a palpable spring in her step and she turned at the bottom of the path to give Enoch a cheery wave. He returned it with interest, a blown kiss that she caught with a wide grin and got into her old Mazda, driving off to shop for hubby's favourite meal (honey roast lamb and new potatoes, washed down with best Yorkshire bitter) and something nice, perhaps, for herself. "The things you do for money." Enoch said to himself and waved again as Andrea pulled away with a 'toot-toot!' Still, the rent was now half paid and that was one thing less to worry about from his point of view. He took a deep breath and savoured the scent of Mrs. Talbot's roses, nodding pleasantly over the fence and watched Marley skip nimbly along the wooden border separating his jungle-like patch of garden from her orderly Eden then went back inside, deciding to take a nap rather than continue his online pursuits for now … which was just as well really: the e-mail waiting in his in-box would've ruined his beauty sleep. The Milkman Cometh Ch. 02 "Get your fat furry ass off my face!" Marley fell to the floor with casual grace and scuttled out the bedroom door with guilty haste. The cat knew perfectly well that he wasn't allowed in Enoch's bedroom but couldn't resist the warmth and comfort in there. It was raining hard outside now and Enoch lay listening to the heavy drops bombard the window for a minute or two before throwing the duvet aside; cursing his feline friend for disturbing his slumber. It was hard work to rise at four in the morning and if he didn't get at least an hour to cat-nap in the afternoon, he wouldn't be able to enjoy his evening. Enoch saw it was a little after 3.00 pm. and decided to get up, put on an old pair of sweat-pants and a t-shirt that vowed 'Guinness is good for you', and made his way downstairs, remembering to duck in time to enter the kitchen unscathed. Marley looked up and meowed plaintively for food. "You must have hollow legs," Enoch said and yawned, "You're always hungry; where do you put it all?" The cat raised his voice, indignant at the presumptuous assertion, becoming shrill in his demand after a fruitless search outside for either food or sex. "Piss off Porky," Enoch said without rancour, "you're fat enough as it is - you get yours at tea time and not a moment sooner." Marley thought little of that idea and twirled around Enoch's legs, meowing consistently in the hope of changing Enoch's mind. Enoch ignored him and made more coffee, knowing full well that the cat would probably con a crumb or two from the cheese toastie he was preparing to grill. When he'd found Marley in a back street near his old home in the city he'd been little more than skin and bone, his fur a matted tangle infested with fleas and open sores from ill treatment. Enoch had taken him to the RSPCA and given them what he could afford to pay for his treatment and then cared for him ever since. His girlfriend had raised holy hell about bringing another mouth to feed home with him but Enoch cared little for her opinion, and was pleased to show her the door rather than Marley. That had been two years ago now and both of them had grown sleek since leaving the harsh streets of Birmingham. He took his snack into the living room and ate it carefully at the computer, holding it away from the keyboard and the inquisitive jaws of Marley who had leapt onto his lap. The computer was his only means of entertainment in the house; he refused to buy a television that held no interest for him, and he refused to pay over 100 pounds a year for something he didn't want; if a programme interested him he merely downloaded it from online sources. The radio provided news and information when he needed it, which wasn't often; the foibles of mankind held no attraction for him. An e-mail from Vera caught his attention and he had to read it twice for the contents to sink in: Mrs. Potter had been taken to hospital after a suspected heart attack. "Well, well," he muttered, a grim smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "what you been up to now, Deirdre?" The old lady at number five had often said he'd give her a heart attack and now it seemed she'd had one without his help. Enoch felt sure that Vera had no idea of his relationship with Mrs. Potter but signed into his messenger to see if she was online; she wasn't, but a request from 'Silver_Streak' to add his name caught him off-guard before he remembered the earlier online session with 'Red-Lady'. He almost denied the request then thought better of it and saw she was online, though Vera's light wasn't on, and answered her polite greeting with a cheeky smiley. 'I hope you don't mind me asking,' she typed in bright blue font. 'Asking what?' Enoch replied, pre-occupied in giving Marley a corner from his toastie. 'To pm you,' she answered. 'Oh, right, not at all - you got good references.' 'Gemma's a doll; she told me all about you!' 'Then you have the advantage - I don't know who you are.' 'Silver_Streak' went on to introduce herself as Sylvie, a French-Canadian living in Montreal with her bed-ridden husband who allowed, but turned a blind-eye to, her online voyeurism. 'How come you're still online?' Enoch asked. 'I don't sleep much at my age - time enough for that when they bury me.' 'How old are you?' 'A gentleman wouldn't ask a lady such that!' 'Who said I was a gentleman?' 'Who said I was a lady for that matter,' she quipped. 'I'm sixty-six.' That was how old Deirdre had been when he met her and Enoch felt a lump of emotion rise in his throat at the thought of her lying in hospital. It surprised him; their relationship was purely physical and no hint of anything deeper had ever arisen between them. 'Are you still there?' Sylvie wondered. 'Yes, I was just thinking.' 'Oh! Do tell - anything nice?' Enoch didn't think it was very circumspect of him to open up to someone he'd just met online but to whom could he unburden the sudden pain he felt? Marley settled down to purr contentedly on his lap as he began to tell Sylvie that Mrs. P. had been that age when he'd met her - and how she had the largest breasts he'd ever seen; like two over inflated basketball's stuffed down into her chest. Her husband had, with vicious irony, died the day after retiring from his job at the post office and left her vigorous sex drive untended for several years before Enoch came to The Village. Deirdre, as she insisted on being called, had relentlessly teased him from the first day he came to settle her bill, flashing her ample charms and dropping more sexual innuendo than a 'Carry On ...' film, sending him on his way with a painful erection that could only be eased in the privacy of his home. It hadn't taken him long to do more than feast his eyes on those splendid tits, and loved their sensual softness smothering his hard cock until only the tip of his mighty erection popped out like an obscene Jack-in-a-box to be trapped between her moist lips, sucking the stream of pre-cum from his nob until his spunk gushed forth to her cries of delight, coating her face and tits and cumming in her mouth. Deirdre was the only woman of The Village to take the full pleasure of his cock between her thick flabby thighs, riding him to a satisfying climax whenever the mood took her - which was more often than Enoch imagined she was up to. It was the only time she could look down upon him, being only 5' tall, and she loved to rub her breasts in his face as she bounced on his shaft, using muscles that all women possess but few ever know of to enhance their pleasure, cumming loudly together in her big double bed where the headboard rattled out the beat of the rhythm. On a memorable occasion he had gone where no man, least of all her husband, had ever been after she rode too high in her passion and slipped off his cock only to plunge back down in her haste to have him back in the snug depths of her hairy pussy only to trap his throbbing nob between her plump buttocks. The expression on her face told him something was amiss as soon as he pushed into the tight ring, bringing a shocked gasp from her lips and a stinging rebuke from the palm of her hand across his face. Enoch apologised and they were soon back in the swing of things, humping breathlessly towards a mutual climax that he enhanced (at her insistence) with a well placed finger in that hole to make her cum so hard she almost bit his tongue off. Curiosity and desire got the better of her and, although he used plenty of Vaseline and careful attention, he was only able to lodge the head of his cock in her arse as she lay back on the bed, cursing his enormous girth and craving it deeper nonetheless; stroking him off over her pussy when Enoch couldn't hold back any longer. (The memory brought a lump to Enoch's lap and Marley leapt into his basket to avoid the uncomfortable protuberance). There was little she wouldn't do to satisfy her sexual desire after so many stifling years of marriage to an unimaginative man, and her libido thrived in the heat of Enoch's lust; taking his spunk in every way possible: on her breasts after pouring a carton of thick cream over them and stroking his cock off between the creamy mounds; in her mouth, in-between mouthfuls of cool strawberry yoghurt; over her large fleshy buttocks when she bent over the kitchen table, and laying back on it with her body smeared in cake and ice cream, for Enoch to eat her up and fuck her pussy until his spunk filled her to the brim. "Do you like milkshake?" She'd innocently asked him one morning, and proceeded to pour a litre of double cream up her eager pussy when he said he did. Enoch screwed her hard enough to make it splash over his balls then pumped a hot load deep in her gushing cunt; drinking the frothy mixture until she came so hard his head was crushed between her thighs. Enoch normally preferred to receive than give oral sex but her winsome smile and baby blue eyes would melt his natural reserve and give her what she wanted; like a fast hard fuck up against the wall, five minutes before her daughter was due to pay a visit. Enoch had passed them on the road and gave her and her husband a cheery wave not a minute too soon. Deirdre always tasted clean and smelt fresh, and he grew to relish the tangy flavour of her intimate flesh; sticking his tongue as far up to make her sigh and cry out in joy at finding such an attentive lover. The last time they'd been together, she'd seemed her old self, and had asked for some 'some extra thick cream' on her cornflakes at breakfast. Enoch duly obliged, fondling her luscious breasts and watching her mouth work up and down with familiar pleasure. Her fat little fingers couldn't encompass his full girth but stroked him nimbly nonetheless, peeling the thick foreskin back and forth over his nob and running her tongue over and over the head until he spurted copiously over the bowl, sprinkling the flakes with hot salty glob's that she contentedly ate while chatting amiably as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. 'I hope Deirdre's ok,' Enoch concluded, 'she's been such a good friend, though I don't think it's prudent to visit her - loose tongue's wag in this place and I don't want her smeared in idle gossip.' 'I don't know whether to cry or cum,' Sylvie said, 'that's so hot and it'd be so sad if -' 'Yeah, I know what you mean but I don't want to think the worst.' 'You can always send her flowers - anonymously, or with a cryptic note that she'd understand - to let her know you're thinking of her.' 'That's a good idea, I will, thanks - and thanks for listening, it was good to get it off my chest.' 'Not at all hun, thanks for sharing - here's a little something for making an old woman very horny! Back in two shakes; I have to check on hubby.' Enoch clicked on the file transfer and thanks to the wonders of broadband, was soon looking at a revealing pose of a portly lady wearing nothing but an open negligee. "Fuck-a-duck!" Enoch exclaimed to himself. "Is that a cat on your lap or what?" More likely, it was the hairiest pussy he'd laid eyes on; a dense bush of thick salt-and-pepper curls that spread between her fat thighs up to her bulging belly, almost reaching her pendulous breasts. Sylvie posed nonchalantly in a chair, her hands behind her head, as though daring the viewer to take it or leave it - this is whom I am. Her plain face was unadorned with make-up but a bright smile lit up her brown eyes, bringing a coy beauty to her rosy cheeks. 'Did I scare you away?' Sylvie asked. 'Not at all,' Enoch replied. 'It's a shame you live so far from me or I'd be there already! How's your husband?' 'Aren't you sweet - he's sleeping - want to see more?' 'Sure, I'll switch on my cam - do you have voice?' 'Yes, but don't be too loud.' Enoch switched it on and adjusted the angle to show his erection in all its glory. He looked up and saw she was sitting in the same chair and almost in the same pose but had a large black vibrator in one hand and was gently stroking her furry slit with the other, smiling sweetly at what she saw on her own screen. "God, you've got a beautiful cock," she said, her soft voice husky with desire. Enoch turned up the volume slightly. "Say again, Sylvie, I couldn't quite hear you." "I said you've got a beautiful cock, how big is it?" "Nine inches long and three inches thick," he informed her proudly, stroking the engorged shaft slow and steady. "I can't believe a girl hasn't tripped you up and tied you down yet!" Enoch thought of his previous girlfriend (bitch!) and kept his voice neutral. "Maybe one will some day but till then," he waggled his erection pointedly at her, "I'll spread the joy." "Spread a little my way, honey," Sylvie chuckled, her large breasts bouncing merrily up and down. "I could use it." "I'd love to - show me how with that vibe." Sylvie gave him a wicked grin and opened her mouth, licking the tip and sucking it slowly while pulling on her nipples until they resembled a pair of organ stops; fat, suckable buds that made Enoch's mouth water. "Like this?" She said and placed the toy between her breasts, hugging them together until it disappeared between the voluminous folds of flesh. "Oh, yeah," Enoch whispered and pulled his foreskin back over the head of his cock. "Just like that!" "Stroke it hard for me honey; fuck my titties!" The crude demand coming from such lips that were used to more genteel language stiffened Enoch's flesh and made him wonder what else stirred the passion of a mother with three grown children, and a grandmother of five more. "Suck it again and make it wet," he said hoarsely. "Get it good and wet for your pussy." "This hairy ol' thing?" She teased, parting the puffy lips to reveal a moist pink slit amidst the hot, dew-drenched bush. "It's already dripping wet - your big cock makes me so hot - and ready for you." "Rub your clit for me, darlin'; spread your legs wide and finger it." "I'd better warn you," Sylvie panted. "I get very messy down there - oh, God! That feels so good." "I guessed that from the towel on your chair," Enoch wryly observed. "There's something else you should know." Sylvie focused her camera to give him a close-up and Enoch gasped in awe and amazement; her clitoris had swollen to the size of her thumb - and showed no sign of stopping there. The engorged organ protruded from the hirsute surroundings like a submarine's periscope, throbbing visibly in-between her finger and thumb. She jerked the hood of skin back and forth over it, wanking herself as hard as Enoch did at the incredible sight. "Fuck me!" Enoch breathed and leaned closer for a better look." "You took the words out of my mouth," Sylvie chuckled. "Red went crazy when she first laid eyes on it." "You mean -" "Oh, yeah, she's my fantasy gal and says she'd give anything to feel it in-the-flesh." "Fuck me! I know what she means." "You think it's big enough?" To Enoch's astonished eyes, it looked to be at least four inches long and fully aroused, glistening with juices that flowed from her gaping cunt. He looked directly into the camera and waggled his tongue. "I'll take that as a yes," Sylvie laughed and pushed the vibrator in a little with an audible squelch. Enoch moaned and made a loud slobbering noise, and Sylvie groaned; "God, yes; suck me!" A spurt of creamy white juice flowed along the plunging vibrator, and her busy fingers scooped some up to rub into her huge clit, smothering it all over and pinching it hard in her passion. It looked like someone had already dumped a hot load of spunk in her gushing cunt and despite her vehement denial, Enoch wondered all the same. "How long is it since you had a man?" He said and squeezed his balls hard to keep them under control. "Too long!" She gasped. "I'd never cheat on my man." "Not even with this in your hot little hand?" Enoch teased, slapping his shaft from hand to hand. "Oh, God!" "Or in your dirty mouth?" He went on, smacking it harder and louder. "Oh, you horny bastard!" "You'd love it deep in that juicy pussy, right now." "Yes, oh yes!" I bet you would, too, he thought. A standing dick may have no conscience but, from bitter experience, he knew a wet pussy had no scruple about taking what it could get. "Turn around," he demanded. "Work that fat ass for me." Sylvie struggled to her feet and put one knee on the chair for balance and bent over to fill his screen with her enormous buttocks, like a full moon rising, and used one hand to part them and give him a perfect view of the vibrator sliding up between them. "You see it?" She asked. "Oh, yeah; I see it all just fine." "But I can't see you from here!" "Don't worry about that; you can feel it, can't you?" "Oh, yes." "Deep in your pussy." "Yes!" "Fucking you hard." "Oh, God! Yes, do it hard." "It's my favourite position, Sylvie - I can feel your fat ass and big tits in my hands, and fuck your juicy pussy all at once." "Would you do that if you were here now?" "Not right away -" "Oh -" "- I'd run my tongue over your ass, first -" "- Yes -" "- slide it along your crack -" "- mmmmmmm -" "- and push my face in there to lick all the juices out." Sylvie gasped and began to rub her clit, picturing the scene in her mind's eye. She had long resigned herself to a joyless life of caring for her husband and the occasional visit from her children but the internet had enabled her fantasies to take on a life of their own, and the thought of this well hung stud ploughing her juicy furrow - however unlikely that may be - made her juices flow: she could feel them trickling down her thighs and dripping on the floor, arousing her demure nature to a raging torrent that demanded satisfaction. She turned her toy up a notch and listened to his whispered obscenities take her away to a world full of erotic pleasures that she could only dream of. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Give me your cock!" "Oh, it's right there, baby," Enoch assured her, fully aroused in the cyber-fantasy. "Right up your pussy; deep in your cunt." At any other time that word, the c-word, would turn Sylvie's blood cold but in the here-and-now, it served to fire up her libido and send her sliding to the floor as though it melted her flesh. She thrust her buttocks up and rested her head on the chair, working both hands between her spread thighs to bring her close to the edge of ultimate bliss. "Stick it in my cunt," she hissed, savouring the texture of the forbidden word in her mouth. "Every inch, baby," Enoch spat on his hand and rubbed it slowly up and down, eyes riveted on her huge bum cheeks wobbling from side to side. "Inch by fucking inch." "Oh, my God! Nine inches, nine inches," she moaned and wondered if it would fit all the way. "There it is sweet cheeks, right up to my balls." "Fuck me, don't stop! Fuck me." "Gonna fuck you till you cum - cum all over my cock - with my finger in your ass." The hot, tight sensation in Enoch's balls wouldn't let him stop and he pumped his hips to thrust his shaft through his fist, fucking it in lieu of the steamy scene before him. If the 'Star Trek' technology of teleportation had been invented he could think of one good use he'd put it to. He smeared pre-cum over his nob-end and eased back a little, not wanting to blow his load before she reached her peak. Sylvie loved to read erotica but cybering online brought out an earthier side that had shocked her at first. Love-making with her husband had provided an unspoken satisfaction but saying what she felt gave her a delicious thrill. Red_Lady had opened her mind to the verbal delights of aural sex and they turned the air blue between them. She wished the dirty bitch was here now, squirting cum and telling her to cum with her. Their favourite fantasy was using a double dildo to fuck each other and the thought of taking a big black cock at the same time - in her ass! - took her noisily over the edge. The Milkman Cometh Ch. 02 "I'm cummmmminnnng!" She wailed and pushed the vibrator deep. "Fuck yeah," Enoch gasped and watched a long stream of thick white cream spurt over her hand. "Come on, bitch, cum all over me!" "Ohhhhhhh, m' Goddddddddd, yyyyeeesss!!" It took several minutes for Sylvie to regain her composure and she flashed Enoch a bashful smile from her seat. She licked her fingers and rubbed her pussy, shuddering visibly from after shocks. "Come on, stud, show me what you got," she sighed and gave his cock a hungry look. "Make an ol' lady happy. "My pleasure," he said and reached for the panties left by Andrea after their earlier session. "Those are yours?" Sylvie asked, surprise evident by her tone and expression. Enoch wrapped them around his tumescent shaft, leaving the head exposed and pointing directly at the camera, and told her about Andrea. Sylvie pushed a couple of fingers in her pussy and listened with growing lust, panting and moaning at each dirty little detail without taking her wide eyes from his cock. "You look ready to go again," Enoch noted when he'd finished giving her a blow-by-blow account. "You look ready to cum, too," she said and pointed at his cock. "Where d'you want it; all over your tits?" Sylvie moaned and lifted them up to her mouth, sucking each nipple at the thought of his hot spunk dripping over her flesh. "How 'bout in your mouth?" "Yeah, baby, mmmmmmmmm." She sucked a cum-slick finger between her lips and felt a twinge of jealousy towards Andrea for enjoying the privilege earlier. "Maybe I'll push it deep in your hairy pussy and unload." Enoch growled and placed the panties over the table to avoid making too much mess and fisted his cock faster. "God, baby, you're so hot," Sylvie whispered and spread her thighs to take him. "And save some for that big fat clit, too." "I wish I could suck your cum off my clit!" (Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud?) That was one of Sylvie's deepest, darkest fantasies and had only shared it with Red_Lady, but had blurted it out inadvertently in her passion to him. "Now that," Enoch breathed, "is something I'd pay to see!" "No shit, you would! Come on, I bet you could suck your cock - and I'll take you up on that if you do." It was something he actually could do, given the right circumstances and the inclination but there was no way he was about to do it now; he was too close. "You'd never reach your clit unless I held your legs over your head," he countered, steering the subject back on her. "And stuck my dick right in your asshole!" "I'm ready," Sylvie grinned and spread her legs over the chair arms, "and willing." "Fuck! You're a horny old cunt!" It never ceased to amaze him that a woman who wouldn't get a second glance on the street had such hidden depths. He fixed his attention on her gigantic clitoris and took careful aim, sending a hot spurt of cum over the gusset of the panties. "Yeah, stud, stroke it off!" Sylvie's eyes glittered with pleasure and she leant forward to watch his virile display of sexual potency in full flow. "All over my tits!" "That's for your clit," Enoch grunted and pulled his shaft harder. "This one's for your tits!" Sylvie offered her voluptuous breasts up to him and filled the screen with them then opened her mouth at his insistence, and watched closely as another gush of spunk poured out. Her body yearned to feel and taste the salty emissions, and she came again by squeezing her thighs together. "That's so hot, so good, so hot ..." she whispered over and over, falling to her knees in homage to the virulent outbursts which showed no signs of abating. She tugged her clit rhythmically, jerking it at the thought of his meaty shaft rubbing up under its sensitive tip into her soaking wet pussy, filling her with all that spunk until it flooded her hairy crack to overflow down her legs: and still it kept cumming "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuck me!" she said over and over, heedless of everything but the seismic shocks ripping her apart. Nothing would've given Enoch greater pleasure than to assuage his lust in her quaking body. He could only see the upper half of her breasts and face but that was enough for him to shoot a copious load into Andrea's panties, savouring the smell of her sex and the sight of Sylvie watching him cum with rapt attention, her mouth open as though trying to catch every drop. "Did you enjoy that?" Enoch asked dryly as she slumped wearily in her chair. Sylvie gave him a lop-sided grin and cocked an eyebrow; "look what you made me do," she said and pointed accusingly at her dripping console. "You gave Red_Lady a run for her money," Enoch retorted. "She'll be horny as hell to hear what just happened." "Maybe we can have a three-way some day." "Maybe - I got to clean up too - see you soon." "I sure hope so - save some of that good stuff for me, stud," she said and signed off. The chat screen closed like the window in a confessional and Enoch carefully folded the soiled panties up and put them back in the bag, ready for Andrea to wear again. He smiled to himself, thinking of Sylvie trying to mop up her sticky juices and felt his balls swell at the memory of her explosive pussy squirt - they rarely needed much time to replenish his seed and he reached for his stash to prepare for another Friday night session. "Dammit!" He said and looked ruefully at the bottom of his tin where a few crumbs of weed lay scattered. He made his way upstairs to a small closet, dark and fragrant, and picked a lengthy bud for his personal use, closed the door tight behind him and got back in the living room in time to pick up the phone on the second ring. "Got any joy?" said a familiar voice. "For you, always," he said, recognising Andrea's daughter, Sharon. "I'll be round ASAP," she said and hung up. Enoch replaced the receiver and grinned; it amused him to think Andrea's daughter would soon be kneeling in exactly the same spot her mother had occupied so recently, and hoped she wouldn't take her uniform off before she came - or before he came either, for that matter, he thought and rolled another one. The Milkman Cometh Ch. 03 A siren wailed in the near distance; probably on the ring road that wound around his haven in The Village like a tarmac leviathan, bejewelled with pin-points of light in the night, hiding them securely from prying eyes. Enoch paid it no heed and peered through the dense cloud of smoke that served to momentarily obscure the teenage girl from his line of sight, although he heard her cough delicately over the bubbling bowl she held in her lap. "So, what excuse did you give your parents this time, Sharon?" He asked and took the pipe from her outstretched hand. Andrea's daughter paused for a moment, holding the smoke deep in her lungs. "I told them I was going to see Helen and do some homework." She croaked and blew an aromatic fog around the overstuffed couch where they sat. Marley wrinkled his nose at the odour and tucked his face between his paws, preferring the smell of his tuna supper to the acrid taste of weed. He wasn't particularly enamoured of this female sharing his lair but stayed put to avoid the teeming rain outside; anything was better than getting wet. "Really," Enoch took a long draw and let the smoke drift from his flared nostrils. "I didn't know cock sucking was on the curriculum." Sharon giggled and narrowed her eyes against the fumes, feeling the drug tingle through her flesh. He looks like a Djinni, she thought, a black efreet ready to grant me wishes three - I wonder what my first one would be. She giggled again, well aware of what she wished for - and knowing full well it would be granted. Her hand slid along his thigh and caressed the firm muscle beneath the dark skin; the sensation arousing her as it had from the moment she laid her clear grey eyes on him. "Mr. Carter could give me lessons anytime if it was." "Practice, they say, makes perfect," Enoch said and parted his thighs for her hand to explore higher. "Is that what I need, practice?" she asked, breathing faster as she felt him harden under her feather light touch. "Well, it's like riding a bike; once you learn you never forget, but the more you ride the better you become." "I always lose my balance on a bike." "Not on this machine you wouldn't," he assured her and traced the curve of her breasts with his finger. The thought of him penetrating her with his thick endowment excited and frightened her in equal measure, and she closed her eyes and parted her legs for his hand to wander beneath her navy blue skirt. His fingers traced the outline of her pale blue panties and danced over her crotch, tickling the delicate fuzz around her sex. She tightened her grip on his shaft and felt it throb in her hand as they slid closer, kissing passionately, tongues writhing amidst a hot mist of panting breath. "I'll do it," she panted and pulled his hand from her snow-white blouse. Enoch kept a beady eye on her nimble fingers undoing the tiny buttons and refilled the bowl, pursing his lips with approval at the sight of her firm breasts. He placed the bong on the floor and held the long tube up to his lips, toking deep on the potent drug before offering it to her. "That's far enough," he said and stopped her from removing her tie, "we got plenty o' time." Sharon leant forward and sucked hard on the tube, her shoulder length blonde hair falling forward to curtain her pretty face from sight, almost disappearing again within a plume of smoke. She felt him pull her blouse from the back of her skirt and run his hand up her back making her shiver with pleasure, his fingers expertly picking the hooks off her bra. That was another thing she liked about him; he never fumbled or fussed, unlike the eager inexperience of boys her age. "Put some music on, babes," she said and stood up, "I want to dance." Enoch smiled at the suggestion and slipped a Madonna cd into his pc, and watched her fluently bump and grind to the sultry tune of 'Erotica'. Madonna could put him into a trance anytime and Sharon did her best; swaying from side to side, flicking her skirt up to reveal the tight triangle between her taut thighs; swirling around to show him flashes of flesh and bending over to give him an unhindered view of her pert buttocks, wiggling them up and down over his erection without quite touching him; turning round swiftly and sinking to her knees, flicking her tongue like a whip at the head of his cock, her hot breath making him twitch with expectation. She knelt over the bong and took the tube in her hand, and ran it between her legs with a low moan, rubbing the mouth-piece onto her mons and pushing it into her panties, bobbing up and down on it with her gaze fixed firmly on his cock. Her tongue slid slowly along her lips and she watched him stroke the object of her desire, wondering again how it would feel inside the unexplored depths of her body. The fantasy brought a surge of heat to her pussy and she pushed harder on the tube, taking it a little way inside and making her clit tingle with delight. "Give it to me," Enoch demanded and snatched the tube from her hot little hand. He held it in his mouth, tasting her smell, and quickly loaded the bowl for a big hit, sucking the heady mixture of her aroma and the weed into his lungs without taking his eyes from her lewd display. "Do you like it?" Sharon breathed. "Does it taste good?" Her hand delved into the moist cotton and found the nub of her desire. She gave him a sly glance and pinched her pink nipple, feeling her heat respond to the expression on his face. "Tastes sweet; like candy," he said and took another toke. She blushed coyly and spun around to twitch her cheeks at him, pulling her panties up and down to give him a flash of her smooth skin. "Looks good; tastes good ..." she giggled. "... and by golly it is good!" He said, and pulled her into an inescapable embrace. Sharon squawked in surprise and laughed uproariously at his tickling fingers seeking out her soft spots. She kicked her legs in the air and looked down at his engorged shaft jutting between her thighs like a chocolate log between two blocks of vanilla. Her giggles became uncontrollable at the sight and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once; on her breasts, pulling them firmly to attention; on her stomach, and delving between her thighs; pulling her panties up into the wet slit, tight against her clit; pinching and rubbing her thighs, pushing them together to rub his meaty shaft up and down. "No! Ouch! Stop!" She squealed and kicked harder without hope or desire for escape. "You're a hot little tease," Enoch panted in her ear. "I ought to spank you!" Sharon felt a thrill run through her body but played her part to the hilt. "Oh, no! I'll be good." She simpered and squirmed on his hot shaft. "Oh, I know you'll be good," he said and squeezed her breasts together. "What's that meant to ..." she said and turned her head, unable to complete the question for his lips crushed hers in a long, breathless kiss. Her struggles subsided with a moan of compliance and she sucked hard on his probing tongue, gathering all the moisture she could to help her do what he wanted. She'd though about little else all day and looked forward to the moment she could wrap her lips around something thicker and hotter than his tongue. From the day she'd watched his impressive frame stride up the path to her house and plant two bottles of gold-top on the step, her thoughts had been less than pure and at the first chance had asked him: "Is it true what they say about black guys?" "That depends on what they say." Enoch had replied, his eyes boldly wandering over her. She returned his stare and said; "That their cocks are bigger than white guys." He'd grinned and left her to wonder until the day she took matters into her own hands and found out where he lived, turning up at his door after school. Despite his protests she had left him no choice but to let her in; the unmistakable smell of marijuana leaving him no room to maneuver her away. That had been a day of firsts; her first taste of weed and her first glimpse of his virile manhood: both had taken her breath away. Her precociousness had seemed to annoy him at first then amuse him in equal measure, and he'd been proud to show off his most prized possession to such an ardent, and resourceful, admirer. From that day, the boys in The Village stood no chance of gaining her favours and she masturbated regularly to the vision of Enoch's big black cock without giving in to the temptation of surrendering her virginity to him, though she'd take him in her mouth without batting her curly eyelashes. The taboo combination of illicit sex and illegal drug provided her with more excitement than anything this sleepy hamlet could ever provide and the more she saw of him the harder it became to resist; and as she neared her sixteenth birthday realised he might be the one to pluck her cherry. Sharon could feel herself melting in his arms now and felt him slide along her slit in a spine tingling rhythm that made her weak at the knees; his voice lulling her into temptation. "Rub it on your pussy," Enoch whispered and tweaked her nipples into exquisite awareness. "That's it baby, put it on your clit and wank it," he urged as her hand encircled his shaft and rubbed it into her mound. "Come on; yeah, right there, cum on my cock!" This was the closest she'd ever got to having him inside her and she moaned, panted and writhed on him with only a thin layer of cotton between her fantasy and the hard reality. She could feel him pushing against the flimsy barrier and opening her legs with his knees, and she almost succumbed to his tender entreaty but found a reserve of defiance before he could go any further and wrenched herself aside at the last moment. Enoch laughed to cover his frustration and turned her over onto his lap, pulled her panties down to expose the soft swell of her peachy cheeks and smacked them briskly. "You hot little cock-tease," he said. "Your mouth says 'no', but your eyes say 'please.'" "Ow! No! (Oh, yes!) Stop, stop! (harder, harder!) Please don't; I'm a good girl, I am!" Sharon protested without conviction and wriggled on the hard length. Pain and pleasure came very close together in her experience: her first orgasm coming after a hard spanking from her father for some forgotten misdemeanor at the age of eleven. She had felt him harden beneath her without realising what it was but relished the warm glow spread through her loins and blossom into a hot, liquid sensation. Her temperament demanded more and she found ways and means to receive regular chastisement from her father's hand (and had heard him relive his tension in time honoured fashion on more than one occasion afterwards) without going any further for the simple reason that her father refused to submit to her obvious temptation in any way - but Enoch was different; His hands beat down faster, pressing her onto him and turning her soft flesh a bright, glowing red. "Don't give me that," Enoch said and thrust his hand between her legs to feel the moist gusset of her panties. "You're a bad girl, a very bad girl. I can feel you're enjoying this too much to be good." "But I am a good girl," she insisted. "I am; let me go and I'll prove it to you!" "Prove it? How?" Enoch said and bit into her rosy cheek like a ripe apple. "Owwwww! I'll kiss your thing!" Sharon squealed and tried to cover the abused spot with her hand. Enoch brushed her hand away and sank his teeth into the other cheek; "you mean, you'll suck my cock," he said and wriggled the tip of his thumb into her slit. "Yes!" Sharon moaned at his blatant suggestion and the way his touch sent an electric thrill through her moist sex. "Say it!" Enoch insisted and pushed his thumb into her juicy mons. "I'll suck your cock!" "You dirty little slut," he hissed. "Suck it!" Sharon slid between his thighs with easy grace and grinned up at him, her eyes half closed and her mouth wide open. She loved it when he called her that. Her hands wrapped around his meaty shaft and pulled it towards her lips, her tongue flicking softly onto the throbbing head that vaguely resembled a large mushroom. She hated mushrooms but loved the spongy texture of his cock and held it gently between her teeth, breathing hard over his fully aroused flesh. "Take it in your mouth, jail-bait." Enoch insisted and took a double fistful of her hair to pull her down on his cock. She moaned and relaxed her grip to ease him into her mouth until her lips bulged around the thick glans, and looked up at him with an innocent expression which she knew would turn him on. Every erogenous zone on her body tingled at the way he tasted and smelt, and she rubbed the underside of his shaft on her tongue to enhance his pleasure. "There you go, slut, lick it all over," Enoch gasped and guided her face down his length. "Lick it right down to my balls. Look up at me, look up; yeah, suck 'em, suck 'em good, bitch." He removed his hands to refill the bong, took a slow, deep draw, and enjoyed her undivided attention. The look in her eyes aroused him as much as the warm, wet sensation of her mouth. Her hand worked rhythmically along his shaft while she sucked each sac, milking a thin stream of precum from his swollen nob which she used to grease him up for a good, hard wank, and even wiggled the tip of her tongue between his cheeks to tickle his puckered hole and make him grunt with pleasure at her imaginative play. She accepted a swift toke and resumed her oral attack on the tip of his cock, smoke drifting from the corners of her mouth like ectoplasm, sucking him with increasing passion and bobbing her head in an effort to cram more meat in her mouth, choking and coughing at the sudden spurt of thicker precum that took them both by surprise. "Eat it, slut," Enoch laughed and held her head to prevent her reflexive jerk from taking her mouth away, "and rub your pussy too; play with your hot little cunt while I fuck your mouth. You love this cock, don't you?" Sharon nodded to his satisfaction and he thrust harder into her mouth. "Yeah, I know you do, bitch, I can see it in your eyes. You finger that pussy at night and wish my cock was in there fucking you, don't you?" Sharon flushed in guilty pleasure at the memory of her nocturnal fantasies when she was alone in her bed and hummed deep in her throat to tell him she did, and buried another finger between her spread thighs. She heard him chuckle and felt him drip more precum onto her tongue until it bubbled along his rugged shaft to flow from her stretched lips alongside a glutinous flow of spittle that flooded her mouth. Her attempt to take him deeper made her retch and her shirt became drenched in thick streaks of spittle and sweat but she refused to give up until he pulled her off with a loud 'pop', and wiped himself on her face. "Look at this!" Sharon exclaimed and looked with dismay at the soaked shirt. "Mum'll kill me if she sees it." Enoch grinned at the thought of having her mother's spunk-soaked panties in a drawer no further than two feet from where they sat and pulled Sharon onto his lap to play with her cute nipples through the wet material. "I should take this off before you ruin it, too," She said and began to unzip her skirt. "No, no!" Enoch held her hands firmly by her side. "Keep it on, you look so hot." "Oh, sure!" she scoffed. "My hair's a tangled mess, my make-up's ruined and you think I look hot!" "Oh but you are, my little minx," Enoch assured her. "You look fan-fucking-tastic!" Sharon bit her lip, still unsure of her budding sexuality despite keeping up an outward appearance of aplomb. Deep down she thought her eyes too close together and her nose too long; her breasts too small and her bum too big. "Really? You think I'm pretty?" "What d'you think this is," Enoch said and pressed her down onto his hard-on. "Scotch mist? Don't be so coy." Sharon giggled and wriggled on him, and leaned down to kiss his lips with tender passion, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her buttocks, pulling her along the solid length of hot meat. She moaned at the way it teased her clit and pushed her panties deeper inside her sopping wet pussy, winding her up to the point of doing something she'd (enjoy) regret. "You're just saying that," she whispered in his ear and ran her tongue around the sensitive lobe, "to get in my knickers." "Baby," he replied and nibbled her neck, "if you rub any harder your knickers will be in you." "Well, I'd better take them off then!" She slid off him and stood up with a mischievous grin on her lips, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, turned around on tiptoe and bent over to peel her panties down to her knees, giving Enoch an explicit view of her pussy lips. "Is that better?" She teased, looking at him from between her legs. Enoch nodded and stroked his cock, lustfully eyeing her juicy slit. "What's the matter," she asked as she stood up and strutted over to the mantelpiece to pose provocatively, "cat got your tongue?" "Nope," Enoch said and licked his lips, "but you can have it if you come over here." "Promises, promises!" She said in a sing-song voice and leaned on the mantel to push her buttocks at him, wiggling them cheekily from side to side. Enoch took another hit from the bong and enjoyed the show. "What's this?" Sharon asked, noticing a small bottle on the shelf amidst a clutter of ornaments and smoking paraphernalia. She picked it up and read the label to herself. "Liquid Gold; what does it taste like?" "Don't drink it, for fucks sake," Enoch warned her, almost choking on a lungful of smoke. "Why?" she asked and turned to face him. "What does it do?" "Give it to me," he demanded and put out his hand. Sharon ignored him and unscrewed the top. "Phew! It reeks," she said and pulled her head away from the bottle. "It'll blow your head off if you're not careful," Enoch said. "Come on, give it over." "Bloody hell! I'm on fire." She exclaimed and swayed unsteadily on her feet. A wave of heat spread through her body and made her clitoris tingle; dizziness obscured her vision and she felt, rather than saw, Enoch approach her. She gripped the bottle in both hands and put them behind her back, sticking her tongue out defiantly at him. "Give it to me!" "No!" She pouted. "Can't make me!" "Oh, can't I?" Enoch wrestled her arms round and prised her fingers apart, taking the bottle easily. "Not fair! Not fair!" She cried and tried to snatch the bottle back. Enoch shrugged her off and held it out of reach. "You want a hit?" Sharon nodded. "You know what to do." He grinned and looked down. She fell to her knees and lavished his cock and balls with long swipes of her tongue, watching him take a deep snort of the pungent liquid in both nostrils; then he placed the bottle under her nose and pinched one side, holding her head still for her to inhale a longer hit than before. The rush assailed her senses and made her mouth water, and she sucked him voraciously until her heart pounded. She vaguely heard him tell her to 'suck harder' then his voice was drowned out by the rush of blood to her head. It surged through her mind and around her body to explode between her legs in an orgasm that shook her with its intensity. Enoch watched her cum and managed to hold himself in control with difficulty. He pulled her head away and lifted her up onto the couch, took another hit and spread her trembling thighs open wide. He knew she was wary of such an intimate act but couldn't resist the pouting allure of her any longer, and slid his tongue up to tickle her clit. The hot, clean taste of her flesh made his mouth water and he took the soft lips of her pussy in a moist embrace, kissing and sucking them gently despite the raging urge to gobble her up. The Milkman Cometh Ch. 03 "Oh -" Sharon felt herself fly through the air and land breathlessly on her back. "- My -" she shivered in anticipation, feeling his hot breath wash over her most secret spot."- God!" Her back arched up as an exquisite sensation flooded through every nerve in her body. His lips burned on her clit and on her pussy, and she had to bite her lip to prevent her screaming with ecstacy at the touch of his tongue inside her, licking deeper and deeper before it slid back to tease her throbbing clit again. "Damn! You taste good," Enoch groaned and thrust the tip of his tongue up her dripping honey-pot, scooping her salty syrup into his mouth. "Oh, fuck!" Sharon moaned and pushed herself onto his thick lips. She had never felt anything so exciting and hoped he wouldn't stop now. He had fingered her to satisfaction before but had never done this as she didn't think he'd like it. How wrong could she be! Waves of liquid bliss rippled through and out of her body, and she gripped her breasts tight for fear her heart would burst through her ribs at the extreme pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his neck and urged him on, begging him not to stop. Enoch pushed his hands under the cheeks of her dainty arse and pulled her onto his tongue, delving it deep within the pool of juices in her pussy. He breathed her aroma, a mixture of natural oils and lotion from her bath, and opened his mouth to catch every drop he could, gulping her hot cum with moans of pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sharon cried, unaware of anything other than the delicious thrill, burning wherever she felt his lips and tongue. Enoch listened to her cries and paused, looking at her rapt expression, trying to determine if she meant, or even knew, what she was saying. He slid into her arms, kissed her hard and nudged the head of his cock just inside her pussy to let her decide if she wanted more. A sudden roll of thunder made her jump and forced the decision upon them, lodging the fat nob in her juicy cunt. Sharon gasped and opened her eyes and he pulled back, unable to decipher the conflicting emotion within them. "You're so big," she whispered, "and so hard." Enoch said nothing, allowing her to decide between her heart's desire and his common sense. It was, however, difficult for her to think straight between the bells ringing in her head and his erection on her clit. The difference between her romantic fantasy and the hot, hard reality made her head spin, and her heart pounded in tune with his pulsing muscle. She understood his hesitation was out of consideration for her feelings and a surge of love swept through her breast; the question was: did he love her? Her eyes searched his, trying to peer into his soul through the deep brown orbs and gauge the depth of his intentions, and saw no artifice within them; only tender patience that awaited her choice with equable calm. Sometimes you can find a thing once it is lost; but some things, once lost, are irrevocably gone without hope of recovery. With this in mind, she decided to make a bargain: a gift for a gift. "Enoch," she said softly, "Do you love me?" "Yes," he replied truthfully, "I love you." At that moment, he did. How could he not love the soft beauty lying warm and wanton beneath him. If she wanted a piece of his heart in exchange for her virginity, it would be churlish to deny her that. Better for her that she enjoy a knowing lover than endure a fumbling moment of fleeting pleasure at the hands of another virgin, he reasoned and pushed inside her with gentle determination. Sharon cried out in a combination of ecstacy and pain that another roll of thunder couldn't disguise, and she hooked her legs around his waist to help him penetrate her tight cunt. She had used a variety of things from the handle of her hairbrush to a suitably shaped deodorant bottle in imagining this very moment but nothing could've prepared her for the hot, throbbing muscle that stretched her open, pushing her flesh wider to accept him. Her finger nails raked the skin from his back and she bit deep into his neck, enduring the sharp pain until it receded. "Don't cum inside me," she whispered, fearing the consequences of going too far. "I won't," Enoch said and eased another inch inside her. The thunder drum-rolled closer and closer, and they began to move in harmony with each other. He groaned and she gasped; he moaned her name and she called out for him to go on and on in the heat of the moment, opening herself to the ineffable joy of being alive. Her fantasies couldn't begin to compare to the sweet sensation of his masculine beauty filling her with such bliss and she demanded more, drumming her heels on his muscular buttocks and beating her fists on his back as he pumped rhythmically into her body. She had no point of reference to judge but sensed Enoch made love to her rather than fucked her by the way he took care not to hurt her, easing his thick cock in and out of her pussy without haste. Her supple body grew to accept more of his shaft and enjoy the sensual friction it brought. She felt no more pain, only a rolling wave of pleasure that burst through her with a soft cry of wonder. "Oh, Enoch ... yes!" "More?" "Oh, yes, yes!" Enoch rolled onto his back, taking her with him as she clung to his body like a limpet, and looked up at her glowing beauty with a sense of pride. Her cheeks blushed pink with modest pleasure at his open scrutiny and her nipples perked up under his playful fingers. He knew she would never forget this moment and determined to make it as memorable as he could for her. "You look so beautiful," he whispered and kissed her with his heart on his lips. A crash of thunder drowned out her cry of pleasure and she melted into his arms, riding his cock and rubbing her clit on his hard body. The cascade of rain drops pelting the window added to the maelstrom Sharon felt within her and she clung to him with all her strength until another climax shook her; she paused and groaned, realising he was still rigid with unsatiated desire inside her. "Bloody 'ell," she gasped and levered herself up to look down at him. "Where do you keep the batteries for this thing!?" "Can't you guess?" he grinned and flexed his muscle inside her. Sharon giggled and reached down to feel how much she had taken and was surprised to feel more than half the length jutting out of her pussy. She rubbed her clit and adjusted the angle to see how it felt. "God! That's good," she hissed and rubbed harder. Enoch stretched his legs out across the floor and his arms across the sofa to relax and enjoy the show. His left hand felt the bottle of poppers and he absently unscrewed the cap and took a brief whiff to enhance his senses. The sight of her pouting pussy lips hugging his slick shaft made him gasp for control but he couldn't take his eyes from the way her inner lips stretched out each time she slid up, and how her pussy bulged when she slipped back down, taking him deeper into the seething heat of her tight wet cunt. "Easy! Slow down," he cried. "Not so fast or you'll make me cum!" Sharon smiled slyly and poised herself on the head of his throbbing cock, revelling in this new position. She snatched the bottle from his grasp and took two deep breaths, swivelling her hips to stir more juices over him. "Don't cum yet," she shouted and placed both hands on his chest. "It feels too good to stop now, baby; make me cum again!" Enoch barely heard her over the crash of thunder and struggled to restrain her wild plunge onto his stiff shaft. The lights flickered amidst the turmoil and lent a stroboscopic effect to their writhing bodies. He saw her hair spread out like a golden cloud in the ionized atmosphere and felt his skin crawl with tension, sweat pouring out of him in a stream that mingled with her hot juices, sliding him deeper and deeper within her eager body. "For fucks sake, Sharon," he yelled, "slow down!" In answer to his desperate cry, she dug her finger nails in his chest and rode him harder, faster, seeking the orgasm that hovered tantalisingly close. An animal cry rose from her lips as she felt a burst of pain where her pussy plunged onto his cock and took him even deeper, forgetting her innate caution in response to the primal urge charging through her body. She couldn't stop now - she wouldn't - not for anyone or anything. "Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me!" She felt his hands reach behind and pull her apart, lifting her up and up, taking her away from the ecstacy she craved but with a feral growl she fought his strength and forced herself down to impale her flesh upon him, filling her with every inch of his love. She felt him swell inside her and howled at the incredible sensation of being split wide open, shattered into millions of tiny pieces that flew apart in the instant his body merged with hers to become someone new. Her orgasm tore through her like a comet, leaving a fiery trail in its wake that melted her into his arms. She felt his love pour into her and accepted it with heartfelt bliss, grinding on him to preserve the ecstacy until it faded to an echo, rumbling in the distance behind her. Enoch looked into the wild, unfocused look in her eyes and realised she was unaware, on a conscious level, that she had brought him to the boil within the molten crucible between her thighs. He'd tried hard to prevent his natural reaction to her unrestrained excitement but couldn't help himself when her cunt had clamped tight around his shaft, drawing him into her with a force beyond his control and with a loud groan, he gave himself up to the inevitable, squeezing her taut cheeks and massaging them as she milked him dry. Gradually, Sharon became aware of a hot sticky flow where his cock lay semi-hard inside her and a dull ache. She wriggled languidly on him and sighed, kissed him and breathed more evenly on his chest, enjoying the sudden silence and the smell of him. "You came, didn't you?" she asked calmly. Enoch nodded and felt her muscles contract, pushing his cock and a thick rush of cum from her pussy. "Why didn't you warn me?" she said. "I tried and even when I tried to pull you off you just kept going. What was I supposed to do?" "Control yourself!" "Sometimes a man gotta cum when a man gotta cum," he drawled and kissed her. They lay in each others arms and listened to the rain slow to a gentle patter: one wondering if things would be alright and the other knowing that they'd never be the same again.