Mad Spaghetti Amazon Ch. 05

"She wouldn't." The Kid bit out. He couldn't remember the brushcock, but he knew Savvy wouldn't abandon him, even if he still couldn't quite remember what had happened. "If you don't let me go right now, she's going to fuck you up when she catches up."

For a moment, it seemed like Robin would snap back at him, but instead she shook her head and puffed out a breath through her nostrils. "Sorry, kiddo. If I don't get you back to Mom, I ain't gonna get any cock, and if I don't get any cock I'm goin' to go fuckin' nuts." She tugged up her miniskirt, revealing the absolutely soaked panties she wore beneath them, the thin white fabric decorated with little red bows on the front.

The Kid blinked. "The fuck're you--" he began to ask, his cock aching unhappily. Was she going to shut him up with her pussy? Robin hooked her thumbs into the undergarments and tugged them down her thighs, lowering them down her legs until she could step out of them one foot at a time. She straightened, and with his angle the Kid got a stellar view of her pussy. Right away, he knew that she wasn't lying about how much she needed cock, or at least some kind of release. Her poor pussy looked painfully pent up, its shaved lips swollen dark and as wet as Savvy's tended to be, though she clearly wasn't a freak like the Lone Ranger was -- she was a normal human, like the Kid.

His mouth watered, lips parting unconsciously. And then she balled up her panties and shoved them deep in his mouth, flicking her fingers against his forehead as he began to muffle his protests. "Now stay the fuckin' hell quiet. Suck on that if you gotta or whatever, but if I gotta hear you bitch for the rest of the day, I'm gonna get a fuckin' migraine." Robin rolled her skirt back down, slammed the jeep's door shut, and got back in the driver's seat.

... Goddamnit, the Kid thought to himself, closing his eyes. This was not helping his arousal, but something about having his mouth stuffed with her panties tickled his memory.

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Earlier that day...

The Kid was parched. He didn't need to be parched. There was a readily available drink, but he was far too stubborn to take it whenever Savvy offered it, and she was offering it almost every other minute now. And since almost two minutes had passed since the last time she offered it to him, he was due for another offer right about--

"Oh, come on," Savvy sighed. Not a small sigh, but an enormous one, the exaggerated sort the Kid would have expected to hear out of a teenage girl being confronted with something lame, not a grown woman with tits larger than her head. "You're fuckin' sweating buckets, Kid and you ain't drank anything since yesterday. You gotta drink somethin'."

"Yeah," the Kid snapped, glaring over his shoulder at his busty, amazonian companion. "Water. And how come we don't have any water left for me to drink? Do you remember that, or are your brains in your tits too?" After mentioning the massive mammaries, the Kid couldn't help but think of them -- and he couldn't help but look at them, either. As Savvy trailed along behind him, she had laced her fingers behind her head, naturally raising her glistening, slightly damp rack. Despite their ridiculous size, they were still as perky as a younger, more nubile woman's breasts without a hint of stretch or sag. Her nipples were tight and hard. When were they anything but that? Sex was never far from Savvy's mind.

Savvy caught him looking and grinned, giving her wet chest an enticing jiggle. The amazon's long, blonde hair was slicked back, though it had begun to dry from how wet it was this morning. Already feeling his cock stir, the Kid grunted his discontent and turned forward again, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him stare at her milk jugs. "That was hours ago, y'know," Savvy pointed out, just like she pointed out a few minutes ago. "And I said I was sorry, but you gotta admit, it makes more sense for me to drink it. 'Cos if I'm dehydrated--"

"--your stupid fucking udders can't make milk. I heard you the first time," the Kid grumbled. They started off this morning with two days worth of water tucked away, but Savvy had gotten thirsty and chugged one of them.

He could see her logic, and in any other circumstances he probably would have been delighted for another chance to taste her milk straight from the tit. That alone probably would have had him agreeing to give her all the water. Except she fucking wasted the rest of the water washing her hair and scrubbing her tits clean. When he confronted her, she didn't see an issue with what she had done -- it was his fault for cumming on her tits the previous night, and she didn't want to go around with dry cum on her tits. The Kid, in turn, rightfully pointed out that she demanded he blast his thick white load on her breasts instead of in her mouth.

She didn't think that was relevant when he pointed it out, eventually leading to their current predicament after narrowly escaping the brushcock once more: naked in the middle of nowhere and desperate for supplies. The Kid knew it was stupid, but now he was refusing to drink her offered breast milk out of principle. And besides, he knew what would happen if he started sucking on her increasingly tempting nipples. They'd end up fucking, which was also -- very tempting. But it meant wasting time, when they really needed to find more food, more clothes, and put more distance between them and the brushcock.

Fucking could wait. Survival couldn't, as much as his cock disagreed with his assessment.

But where the fuck was he going to find water? It had to be him that found it. It wasn't like he could trust Savvy. Somehow, he had to find it and hide it from her or she'd probably try to slurp all of it down so it could go towards inflating her stupid, sexy, fun-as-fuck-to-fuck floatation devices. Yeah, that's right, the increasingly unreasonable Kid thought to himself. And when he finally found the giant swimming pool of water and Savvy filled her breasts full of hydrogen, he would use her as a hot air balloon and--

That doesn't seem right. The Kid paused and frowned up at the sky, which all of a sudden seemed to be further and further away from him. His first thought was, of course, that Savvy somehow fucked the very earth beneath them into submission, but that seemed wrong. Well, wronger than filling Savvy's tits as a hot air balloon, anyway, which just seemed practical. After what felt like an eternity but could only have been a second, the Kid felt his back hit the ground and yelped in pain and discomfort. At least, he thought he yelped -- he only managed to let out a strangled and hoarse grunt.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Savvy snorted, jogging over to where the Kid laid. She leaned down to peer at him, blinking her wide blue eyes, her long blonde hair hanging in curtain-like waves. Like this, with nothing but concern on her face, she looked like an angel. Not that the Kid focused on her angelic countenance, of course -- her pose had her enormous breasts hanging, dangling and swaying just over his head. "You alive down there, 'er does the sun got your brain baked already, Kid?"

He groaned out his wordless answer, reaching up one of his small and now trembling hands up towards her tits. Maybe there was a small part of the Kid that knew those tits were his salvation -- some small part of him that was first and foremost a survivor. If there was, it wasn't the part of the Kid that moved his hand. That was most assuredly his libido. The flesh of her tit was a touch too far for him, but that was fine. One of her nipples was within his grasp. His fingers caught around it, tugging down at it. He didn't give a fuck about the milk that swelled and began to leak out of it, he just wanted titty.

And though the Kid would always see Savvy as an (admittedly very attractive) psycho, in his delirious state he saw her as nothing more than a titty angel descending from the heavens.

"Coulda just fuckin' asked any of the last ten times I asked, y'know," Savvy drawled huskily, quick to grin. She sank down to her knees and gathered the Kid up in her powerful arms. "You're a real stubborn little fucker. Suppose that's what I like about you, though," she added, her grin growing smug as she shifted him in her strong hold. If he were more cognizant, the Kid probably would have lost his shit about her treating him like a baby, supporting his head with her thick bicep.

The Kid tried to move his head towards her waiting nipple, but he could barely muster the strength, groaning as he tried to wriggle in closer to it. Savvy rolled her eyes and shifted him, bringing his lips right up to her leaking tit's milk faucet. He almost immediately latched his lips around it and began to suck on it, cheeks hollowing forcefully as he drew her milk in. It tasted just as good as he remembered -- a memory his cock was just as delighted by. The amazon's eyes lidded in satisfaction as she threaded her fingers into his hair behind his head, groaning her soft appreciation of his hard work.

Savvy's other hand settled lightly on his chest, her nails raking a soft trail down his body and over his stomach and over several ticklish spots she had learned in their constant fucking. Though his body gave a light squirm in response, he was far too focused on drinking her milk straight from the tap to react quite the way she wanted him to. But that was fine with Savvy; it wasn't her real purpose. Her fingers trailed lower and lower, until they found what she was really looking for. "... Not that yer stubborn," she drawled pleasantly as she curled her fingers around his hard cock, impressive for his otherwise diminutive size. "That you're such a fine little fucker. Ain't a bad pecker at all, Kid," she hummed as she began to stroke him.

"Nah, that-- ain't bad at all." Savvy's breathing hitched with a moan as the Kid finally regained enough strength to reach up and squeeze the tit he was busily sucking on. Her goal with his cock was clear. It wasn't a slow, teasing handjob but a brisk one, with her warm and unfairly soft hand applying juuust the right amount of squeeze. Though he was regaining his strength, the Kid was still more delirious than not, and his mind was certain that Savvy wasn't gripping his cock -- she was riding it. He was unable to stop and consider the fact that her supposed snatch was on the dryer side, and his copious precum was serving as its only lube.

It didn't take her long at all to get him right to the edge of orgasm, and she didn't fuck around with putting off the fireworks when she knew that. The Kid groaned out around his mouth full of titty as he shot his load in ropes that shot straight into the air. The wind and angle had some of it splattering on Savvy's face, much to her giggled delight, with the rest landing on her hand and his own hips. The psycho amazon cowgirl kept on stroking until he stopped spurting at all, and then she took the time to gather up all the cum on his skin.

When she had it all, absolutely certain she hadn't missed a drop, Savvy brought her fingers to her mouth and tucked them inside, working her devilish tongue around the digits to clean and suck every iota of his cum off her fingers. All the while, she watched the Kid as he continued to suckle on her, her tit a seemingly endless supply of milk. One that he seemed to be getting his fill of, his sucking slowing as he filled his belly.

"Attaboy," Savvy hummed softly, as maternal as she might ever get in that moment. Slowly, the Kid popped his lips off her, breathing deeply and heavily. Maybe there was a world where the milk-filled amazon would have been content with that, some kind of alternate universe where her libido didn't constantly push her on to more and more ridiculous acts of debauchery. It sure as fuck wasn't this one.

Savvy watched his nigh-cherubic face for a moment, not wanting to disturb him -- and then she felt his warm breath on her wet nipple, and couldn't help but shudder. "Allllright," she drawled out, bouncing him like a baby in her lap and hiking his head up. "Don't go leavin' my tits lopsided now, kiddo," she purred, guiding his head to her other tit. Savvy's mutations did more than make her an amazon with a ridiculous libido and milk for days -- the milk between the two of her tits would have evened out naturally in time, but, well, it did give her a ridiculous libido.

She shoved his face right in against her other nipple and curled her fingers into his hair, cooing softly. "C'mon and suck, boyo. Don't make me beg for it." Not that she would have to with the sheer difference in their sizes. Savvy left him with no choice but to suck, and suck he did, already full and in desperate need of fresh air. His hand came up to the side of her tit, tapping at it, the universally understood sign for crying uncle, uncle. Unfortunately, they weren't wrestling -- and her other hand had already stolen its way down to her cunt, turned on and revved way the fuck up by his attention to her nipples. Still damp with the smear of his cum and her saliva, Savvy busily played with her pussy and her clit, soon beginning to moan. Softly at first, but with an increasing throatiness.

"Fuck," Savvy whispered down to the increasingly lightheaded Kid. "Maybe I should get one of those fuckin'-- baby frontpacks and stuff ya in there, facing me," she suggested, laughing lowly at the stupid idea in spite of herself. The more he tried to slap at her tit and get her to let him up for air, for a break from her milk, the more she seemed to push down on his head, almost using him like an improvised tit juicer. She didn't even notice when he stopped sucking altogether, too lost in her own pleasure.

Small hairs raised on the back of Savvy's neck, her subconscious screaming a warning she promptly ignored in favor of continuing to jill herself. Far off in the distance, a stranger was crouched on the hood of her jeep, watching her and the Kid through a pair of binoculars with mild disbelief -- not just at what they were doing, but at the sheer proportions of the two, with Savvy's herculean size and the Kid's kickstand.

Robin, who had failed to bring in any cock for the last three months, knew this was her chance to impress Mom and the rest of her clan and finally earn herself a fine dicking. It didn't even have to be from the little fucker she was already plotting to abscond with, she'd be happy with any one of the fuckboys or one of her sister's husbands. But she had a feeling that even naked and weaponless, the blonde bitch would be a headache to deal with.

Small hairs once again raised on the back of Savvy's neck, her subconscious screaming a second warning she once again ignored. The warnings were frequent, but she almost always ignored them, even when she wasn't focused on getting off. Life was just so much more interesting when she let things surprise her. "Fuck," she cried out as her body shaked and shuddered with a short but powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching and unclenching, desperate for the nearby cock but held back from it. "Gaaawd," she purred after the wave past, a new grin breaking across her flushed face. "That good for you, tiger? ... Tiger?"

Finally, Savvy let the Kid's head flop back from her tit. She peered down at him for a moment. He was passed right the fuck out. "Yeah," she laughed to herself. "It was fuckin' good for you. Gawd," she groaned happily, shifting him out of her arms and easing him off her lap, leaving him on the ground. The buxom blonde stretched out comfortably and peered up at the sky, her thighs still lightly aquiver as she enjoyed her afterglow and the aftershocks of her orgasm. Maybe the Kid would wake back up soon and she could hop on his cock.

A soft pressure distracted her from those carnal thoughts, though, and a frown crossed the amazon's face. Maybe it had been a mistake to drink all that water. She had the most awful need to take a piss. Rising, she began to stumble away from the Kid, finding a decent place to squat down and obey nature's call, continuing to ignore her prenatural danger sense.

Meanwhile, Robin was cursing her luck. If she had already started towards them, she probably would have been in range to take a shot at her by now. It was a perfect opportunity to ambush the blonde -- but maybe she'd take her piss, then find a place to shelter up for the coming evening and give Robin a better opportunity.

Mid-squat, before Savvy had even done anything, it made its presence known, squawking its foul fowl rage. Her blue eyes widened to the size of saucers as she swung her head around to stare towards it, puffing its chest and stamping its feet in preparation. The brushcock had found them once again. "Awhhh, fuck," she whispered.

Robin slowly lowered her binoculars, blinking as she watched her luck take a sudden upswing. She didn't need the magnification to watch the massively muscular woman run away, ass jiggling and tits swinging wildly. The frighteningly oversized chicken stampeded after her, squawking all the while. She watched until they were almost out of sight, then began to make her way towards her prize.

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That night...

The Kid could only remember what he was conscious for, even if it was all in a fog. And though Robin knew enough that she had clearly been watching... "She wouldn't leave me alone," he grumbled at her, knowing that his words were more to convince himself than they were to convince her. Savvy would leave him, wouldn't she, if something else caught her eye? But it was far more palpable to consider that Robin had somehow chased her off. His abductor was just trying to break him down. Right?

Right.

"Hey, believe whatever you want," the redheaded bandit told the Kid casually, stretching and arching her back as she raised her arms high overhead. It had gotten dark out, and rather than risk the drive home in the dark Robin had opted to pull over at an old, isolated shack. Her grandpappy's grandpappy used to make a thing called "moon's shine" there, she explained to him as she removed the ropes and let him wriggle out of the sleeping bag. The Kid appreciated the chance she gave him to stretch his legs and arms out. He appreciated it even if she cut it short and ended up tying his wrists together and binding them to one of the shack's rickety support beams.

The Kid couldn't help that his eyes fell from her face to her chest with that motion. Small or not, titty was titty, and her nipples begged for some kind of attention. Just when he thought his cock might finally deflate and he might be able to focus on figuring out a way free of this mess, he felt blood flowing right back into it. Fantastic. His abductor wasn't half the woman Savvy was -- the amazon was probably literally twice and a half times her weight in sheer muscle and T&A fat -- but she had her own appeal.

"Ain't no skin off my ass, you know?" Robin added, her smirk growing. "Or my tits." Of course she didn't miss or purposefully ignore his erection. That might make the Kid's life easy. She dropped her hands from her stretch and slid them down over her fishnet top, well aware how much of her body was on display. "You like somethin' you see, kiddo?" she drawled, her voice on the verge of a purr, dripping with honey -- dripping like her pussy was. Rather than put her panties back on, she had wound them around her wrist like some kind of corsage, and the way she sat was anything but modest once she removed her skirt. She was practically begging him to leer at her pusy. Up until that moment, the Kid had resisted the urge.