Sammee Ch. 12

It was a month before her milk came in and it was as good as I had hoped it might be.

I had watched, of course, as she pumped, and felt the first hints of production when I nursed, which I did a lot. But then one evening, as I suckled, I realized she was producing. Her milk was warm and sweet and it was better than any Viagra when it came to getting my dick hard.

She was humming a little lullaby when it hit me.

When I looked up at her she was smiling.

"As good as you'd hoped?" she asked.

"Ambrosia," I said, licking my lips, "this is what you get if you make it to heaven."

She giggled and lifted her tit, offering it.

The bruise was fading and she hadn't asked me to do that again even though I had kind of hoped she would. The morning sickness hadn't gone away and that's how we started every day. I still didn't enjoy the taste, but I could keep a good bit down. Our weekends were when we got dirty. Most Friday nights we went to Half and Half. It wasn't a life I had ever planned, but I was head over heels crazy stupid in love with her and, if we're being honest, I was loving my new life.

And my grades were good. I was studying more than ever and getting "A"s.

And she was getting fatter. We had been back to the stores a couple of times, as she grew out of clothes. And yes, she was getting more beautiful.

I kept suckling as I squirmed around to get on top, settling into her big belly, and slipping inside where she was warm and slick and wet.

She sighed contentedly.

It was slow and easy. We didn't move much, just stayed merged, happy, content.

She broke my latch with her finger and offered the other tit. I latched on greedily.

Her milk wasn't flowing yet, I had to suck pretty hard, but it was worth it.

"I think," she said, her fingers playing softly with my hair, "we should get married in two weeks, at Half and Half."

I nodded into her tit.

"I think we should have Raynelle do the ceremony," she went on, "she's licensed and it would be fun being married by a witch."

I nodded into her tit again.

"Annddd," she added, giggling a little, "all the people who share our Life could watch as we brand each other."

That got me off of her tit.

"You've thought this through, haven't you?" I asked.

She smiled and offered her nipple again and I latched on.

"I want the license, David," she said, stroking my hair, "and I want the ring."

She was silent for a time and then added, "and yes, I want the brand too."

I nursed, feeling her excitement growing as I suckled and she talked.

Finally she came, a gentle, flowing climax that plateaued and kept going.

I kept up my slow rhythm, feeling her soaking both of us

Oddly, talk about the wedding had taken away my urge to cum, but I was enjoying feeling her cum around me. So I kept suckling and she kept flowing. I don't know how long. Some measurable fraction of eternity I suppose.

She finally relaxed and eventually nature took over and I came.

It was nice and gentle and flowing. I was sated and my belly was full.

I slept like the proverbial baby.

The next morning, after her sickness and a shower, it was back to work for me.

For all the, well, okay, the craziness in my life I was studying more, better prepared as a teacher, and, since my bride-to-be was a good conversationalist with lots of knowledge she stimulated me to think, as they say, outside the box.

Anyway, I found my days going by fast. I was interested, and engaged.

And when I got home the sex was beyond anything I had ever imagined.

Sammee seemed to be endlessly creative.

On Monday, when I got home, and it WAS home now. All of my things had been moved from that small apartment I had rented.

When I got home she greeted me with the key to my cage in hand and unlocked me before I was fully inside the kitchen. Dinner was at the table, a meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn, a cold beer, and candlelight. She seated me very formally and then crawled under the table and took me into her mouth. She brought me along slowly, hitting plateaus and then stopping before taking me a little higher. Her tongue was a living thing, caressing me as she slowly took my length, swallowing hard to get past her gag reflex, and then pulled slowly off. I didn't hurry eating and by the time I was done I knew I was going to explode. When I finished dinner, laying my silverware on the plate with a metal to ceramic clink, taking a final drink from the beer and letting a soft beer belch out she finished me, pulling off, accepting what she called my "gift" onto her face and in her hair. She didn't wash her face and didn't complain when I didn't unlock her chastity belt that evening.

Tuesday was the perfect opposite. Oh, she had dinner ready, but this time she greeted me dressed in her chastity belt with a strap-on dildo that as a near perfect match to me. After dinner we did the dishes, me aware of the dildo every time it brushed against me, then went into the family room to watch Fox news, pump her breasts, and talk of the day. I had trouble concentrating, knowing what was coming and alternately frightened and excited. By the time we went to bed, more like she TOOK me to bed actually, I was trembling. She undressed me, slowly, kissing the skin she exposed, and my cock hurt as it tried to come erect. She made no move to uncage me though, and when I stood naked before her in only the cage she said, "say it."

"I am yours," I said.

She smiled, a gentle, loving smile, and then she took one of the pillows and doubled it up, laying it on the bed.

"Hips here baby," she said.

I crawled up onto the bed, face down, and positioned my hips on the pillow, knowing what was coming, alternately frightened and excited.

She got into bed beside me and started tickling my back, very lightly. She was caressing my skin and I could feel the goosebumps rising where she touched.

I watched as she opened the drawer on the bedside table and took out the big jar of Vaseline she kept there. It was cold and felt odd as she spread my cheeks and started lubricating me. She started with little circles, around my asshole, dipping her finger into the Vaseline regularly and smearing where she was going to take me. When her finger slipped in I couldn't help but tense and she said, softly, "relax baby." I didn't say anything but tried to relax. Her finger was in and out several times, each time adding more lubricant.

When she mounted me I tensed again. Her hands were on my back and she said, again, "relax baby,"

I shivered when I felt the tip of the strap-on touch and I tried to relax. I couldn't help the way my hands hooked into claws and dug into the mattress topper though.

"Easy baby," she said, her hands on my hips now, holding me.

I was feeling the first pressure when she said, again, "say it."

"I am yours," I said, in kind of a breathless voice.

The pressure built and suddenly she was inside of me. There was a moment of pain from the stretching but that was quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness I had never experienced. My cock was straining to come erect, the pain of the urethral tube adding to the sensations. I could smell her arousal and her voice, soft, throaty, telling me what a "good boy" I was was taking me to levels I never imagined

I screamed into the pillow when she pushed too deep, hitting the back of my rectal vault, the wonderful sensations suddenly replaced with pain.

"Sorry baby," she said, but she was kind of giggling.

I felt her adjusting her body and then, suddenly, she was all of the way into my bowels, past the rectal vault.

And I came.

Well, I tried to cum, but the plug at the end of the urethral tube was still in place and I was blocked from release.

She was fucking me now, hard, her big belly slapping my ass with audible smacking sounds with each thrust.

And I was liking it. I was grunting with each thrust and my body would try to cum again, the pain of being blocked an exquisite sensation.

"Say it," she said.

"I am yours," I grunted.

"Say you like it," she said, thrusting again.

"I," grunt, "like," ungh, "it."

"Tell me what you like," she said, thrusting again, making me try to cum.

"I like it," ahhhhh, "when you," grunt, "fuck me in the," owwwwwww, "ass."

"That's my good boy," she said, finishing, with a thrust and settling, her weight crushing me into the mattress.

She pulled out slowly. When she was out she turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Clean it up, honey," she said.

So I crawled around, sore ass and all, and took her strapon into my mouth. I worked it slowly, trying to look like she did when she sucked cock.

She stroked my hair as I licked it clean.

"God, I do love you," she said.

I smiled up at her and said, "I am yours."

Wednesday she had a new toy. I knew she had something in mind the way she was kind of hyper. She as giggly and jittery, laughing and sucking hard on the straw of the extra large French vanilla malt I brought home. Dinner was BLT sandwiches, one for me and three for her, with some potato salad that she made that I loved.

I made her hold her secret, since this was clearly my day to be in charge.

On the couch I dug into her nose for the lubrication to latch on her teat cups, digging in for a third time for my dessert, leaning my head back and lowering the string of snot onto my tongue, savoring it.

We watched a couple of Big Bang Theory reruns while the pump made its relaxing whoosh-click sounds. I drank a beer and held her head when she wanted a drink of the whole milk.

I ran the pump through two half-hour cycles, finishing a second beer in the process, before finally unhooking her and helping her stand. I made her wait one more time while I cleaned the pump up, smiling at the couple of teaspoons of her milk it had collected.

She was so giggly I couldn't help but laugh when I walked back into the family room.

"Okay, giggles," I said, "show me what you've been dying to show me."

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom and opened the bottom drawer, our toy box. When she turned her hand as behind her back and she was literally dancing from foot to foot.

"I went to the toy store today," she said, looking at me with her head tilted down a little so she had to raise her eyes to meet mine.

"Annddd?" I asked.

She giggled and brought her hand out from behind her.

"You bought me a riding crop?" I said.

"Wellll," she said, I bought US a riding crop but tonight, yes, it's yours."

She took the key from around her neck and unlocked me.

"Do me please" she said.

So I unlocked her too.

"Tell me what you want," I said.

She crawled onto the bed, rolled onto her back, and put her arms between her legs, locking her elbows behind her knees and pulling back, offering the fat lips of her pussy to me.

"Spank it," she said, "with the crop. I want to be all swollen and tight for you."

"I see," I said and whipped the crop through the air, liking the soft hissing sound it made. I lightly caressed where she had herself so perfectly exposed.

"Should I get a gag? I don't want the neighbors calling the cops," I said.

She thought and nodded. "The rubber ball I think," she said.

So I got into the toy box and found the soft exercise ball I had brought from my apartment. It was about the size of a baseball of a semi hard rubber. I had bought it to strengthen my hands to improve my guitar playing but we had found, well, let's say, other uses for it.

She opened her mouth and I pushed the ball in. It's big enough that it took some pressure. I knew from experience that it would be pressing down on her tongue and saliva would be flowing, making her swallow to not choke.

When I was sure her breathing was okay I began lightly brushing her pussy, her mons, her inner thighs with the crop, lightly patting, getting a feel for it.

Her nose was running already and when I used the crop seriously the first time, a sharp blow to her left pussy lip, she drew in a hard intake of breath and then tried to cough but the gag wouldn't let her so she huffed out a gout of snot.

I struck the same spot five times, quickly, allowing no rest time between.

It's a good thing I had the gag in. It completely muffled her sudden scream.

But she kept her position, kept her pussy offered.

Damn it was sexy. Her right lip was already swollen, giving her an oddly asymmetrical look.

I liked it so I struck the same spot five more times, quickly, hard slaps with the flat leather piece at the end of its foot and a half long flexible shaft.

She screamed again, snot blasting out of her swollen nose, down her chin and onto her tits.

I let her rest, watching her head roll slowly side to side, tears running down her cheeks.

The cold blooded analytical side of my brain told me I had to strike the other lip or she would be so swollen on the left side that she was covering up the right.

I struck the right once, making her flinch.

A second time, making her yell into the gag.

Five times, hard, quick, and just like that she started evening out as her right lip started swelling.

She was getting excited now, I could smell her but more to the point, I could see her starting to leak her thick, clear lubricating mucus.

Five quick slaps to that lap again and she screamed, blew snot, and her entire body was shuddering.

I watched, fascinated, as her fat rippled with the shivering of her body.

When she settled down I did ten quick slaps with the crop, right lip, left lip, as fast as I could while keeping up plenty of power.

She screamed throughout, but never tried to escape.

I set up a steady rhythm then.

Smack.

Mississippi.

Smack.

Mississippi.

I didn't count, I just watched, fascinated, as her labia bruised and swelled.

She was shivering and jiggling and suddenly her legs shot straight out and she came, squirting her thick nectar all over me.

She rolled onto her side, in the fetal position, shuddering, crying, gasping around the gag, trying to cough.

I watched her, suffering, and I liked it.

And damn, I WANTED her.

I pushed and got her onto her back and then just pushed in where she was sore and swollen and slick and ready.

Her eyes were big and I could tell she was having trouble breathing, so I reached down and pulled the gag out.

She coughed, thick mucus and saliva covering my face and chest.

God, she was tight.

She was laughing and crying and suddenly cumming again, her fingers digging into my back.

"As good as you'd hoped?" I asked.

Her fingers dug in deeper, hurting, making me wonder if she was drawing blood.

"Fuck me David, hard baby, HARD," and she was bucking against me.

So I did.

With each hard thrust, my pubic bone slamming into where she was sore and swollen she would cry out, sort of a highpitched "aaaeeeeeeeee" and buck against me.

She came twice more, not as spectacularly as that first time but still powerfully, before I finished.

As I softened and slipped out, and then moved up to kiss her and share a pillow she was chanting, softly, "oh fuck, oh shit, oh God, oh fuck, oh shit, oh God."

I kissed her and told her she was beautiful but she just kept on chanting.

Finally she wound down, said softly, "I am yours," and went to sleep.