The Green Bush Erotica Collection Volume 22

Sugarman’s Milk-8

“Just a little bit of light.”

“Good.”

And then Robin felt Jennie’s hands on her t**s. She assumed it was Jennie’s hands; they weren’t nearly as big and strong as the men’s were, so it had to be Jennie. Unconsciously she shied away.

“Don’t do that,” Jennie chided her. “We’ll have to restrain you some more.”

“I’m not afraid of more rope,” Robin said proudly into the darkness.

“Who said anything about rope?” Jennie asked as she let go of Robin’s breasts and stepped back. Suddenly the younger woman was in the middle of the hotel room and was completely lost. A moment later she felt Jennie’s fingers pinching her n****e, and then she wanted to fall to the floor in pain. Instead she just bent over and tried to move away from the intense heat that was focused on her n****e.

“Stop moving,” Jennie commanded. Robin felt a sharp tug on her n****e and managed to hold still, too scared to move for fear of causing herself more pain. “I’ve put a n****e clamp on you and I’m sure you realize that it hurts.”

“Why the f**k did you do that?” Robin managed to blubber.

“You said you wanted kinky,” Jennie pointed out.

“It f*****g hurts!”

“Of course it hurts. That’s the whole idea. All you need to do is focus on how good it will feel when that clamp comes off.”

Her voice quavered when Robin said, “Okay.”

Jennie grabbed Robin’s other n****e and applied a second clamp. Tears sprung from the corners of Robin’s eyes, wetting the cloth blindfold. The pain was enough to cause her to fall to her knees. There was no way for her to remove the clamps because her hands were bound behind her back. She wanted them off. “Take them off, take them off,” she begged. “It hurts too much.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jennie said firmly. “You’re a strong woman and you can endure and enjoy this.” Jennie knelt down next to her friend and reached between her thighs to fondle her p***y. “See how wet you are? You’re enjoying this. Now you just need to get on the bed so Nate and Grant can f**k you, okay.” A light kiss on the suffering woman’s cheek was the motion that clinched the agreement.

Robin barely managed to whisper, “Okay.”

Jennie helped her friend to her feet and over to the bed. It took her a little effort, but she knelt on the edge of the bed and Jennie then pushed her chest down to the mattress. If her hands weren’t bound she would have been on her hands and knees, but as it was she was only on her knees with her face to the sheets and her ass in the air. Robin’s soft whimpering was lost among the padding of the bed.

“Who wants her first?” Jennie asked of the two men while her hand rested on Robin’s back, steadying her.

Grant wasted no time scrambling off the bed and getting behind the bound woman’s ass. His c**k was already erect at the vision of Jennie tormenting the neophyte and he easily slipped up into her wetness.

“Can you tell me who’s f*****g you?” Jennie asked Robin.

The woman’s mind was nearly catatonic from the pain in her n*****s and the way she was being used, but she still managed to say, “Grant.”

“Very good!” Jennie was delighted with the correct answer. She still had one hand on Robin’s back but now the other was occupied with Nate’s growing erection. “But then again, your husband has a pretty big cock.”

“Uh-huh,” Robin agreed. The pain in her t**s was starting to ebb away due to the rhythmic pounding of her p***y by Grant.

Grant grabbed the woman’s hips and started f*****g her harder and faster. He loved tying up anyone. He loved to see Jennie tease and torment their lovers. He should have been able to last an incredibly long time since he had just c*m a few minutes earlier, but he was barely able to last three minutes f*****g the attractive brunette. He came with three hard thrusts into her sopping p***y.

“Very good,” Jennie told her husband as he withdrew from Robin. She had Grant’s now-hard c**k in her hand and pulled him over to his wife. She could see bits of Grant’s c*m decorating the edges of her friend’s p***y along with the glistening wetness that told of the woman’s need to be f****d. “I’m sure Grant hasn’t stretched her out too much.”

Though it was entirely unnecessary, Jennie handled Nate’s c**k, bringing it into Robin’s p***y. It was a gesture of superiority, not a requirement. Nate immediately set to f*****g his wife. She moaned pleasantly at his treatment and he marveled at the sensation of another man’s c*m in his wife’s cunt. The idea of her being filled by two different men in such short order made his mind spin. He liked the feeling that settled on his mind.

He would have liked to f**k his wife for hours like that. He liked seeing her arms bound behind her back. He liked seeing her suffer from the n****e clamps. He liked hearing the noises she made while suffering. He liked seeing her f****d by another man. He liked the way Jennie had completely controlled her allowing him and Grant to use her. The only thing he wanted more was to see his wife with Jennie.

That thought made him explode. His balls tightened up to his body and his climax took control of him. He wasn’t making love to his wife, he was f*****g her for his pleasure and to see her suffer and he thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it.

“Are you going to take them off now?” Robin whimpered.

“Sure,” Jennie started to say, but then stopped short. “Wait. Nate and Grant both got to c*m. Did you c*m? Wait! Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter. But I didn’t get to c*m. Clamps don’t come off until I cum.”

If she hadn’t been blindfolded Robin would have looked at her friend with confused desperation. “How?” she grunted, flexing her fingers to emphasize her relative helplessness.

“You have a tongue, don’t you?” Jennie asked as she lay down in front of her friend, opened up her legs, and wiggled her body down so that her naked p***y was under Robin’s face. “Go ahead and eat me out.”

Robin looked up but because of the blindfold wasn’t able to actually see her friend. She could smell the other woman’s s*x and knew just by the presence of her body that her p***y was right in front of her. Was this what Jennie meant by kinky? Was she trying to make her a lesbian?

Despite her reluctance and the what actually performing oral s*x on another woman meant to her psyche, Robin gave herself over to the moment because she wanted the pain in her t**s to stop. She lowered her face, found the edge of Jennie’s thigh, licked her way up to the dominant woman’s hot, pungent s*x, and licked it from bottom to top. It tasted a bit like male c*m—because Nate had just f****d Jennie—and a bit like her fingers after she had m*********d and wanted to know what a man tasted when he went down on her. In short, it wasn’t at all unpleasant.

Jennie’s anatomy was strange under her tongue, but Robin quickly figured out her way around labia and c******s, licking and sucking until Jennie was moaning and rubbing Robin’s face with her p***y. Robin could only imagine what the men were thinking and doing. She was certain they both enjoyed seeing their wives becoming temporary lesbians—or maybe full-time bisexuals. Jennie was certainly enjoying herself, so Robin reasoned there was no good sense for her not to enjoy herself. She ate the other woman’s p***y with enthusiasm until Jennie was cumming with uninhibited passion. She didn’t scream, but the way she strained and cried out warmed Robin’s heart.

“Was that good enough?” the bound woman asked, pleased with her performance. She managed to get her weight centered and sat up to display her clamped n*****s.

“You eat p***y like you’ve done it before,” Jennie complimented her.

“It’s new to me.”

“It won’t be the last time,” Jennie promised as she reached up and pulled the blindfold off the brunette’s head. They locked eyes. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

Jennie smiled and dropped her hands to the clamps, pulling them slightly. Robin winced but endured the twinge. “You might want to brace yourself.”

“Why?”

“They hurt more coming off than going on,” Jennie told her. Without further warning she depressed the levers on the clamps releasing Robin’s t**s.

The young woman gasped and then cried out in pain. She dropped her face to the bed and screamed into the mattress. Jennie grinned at the performance, remembering her first time being clamped. Robin was certain her n*****s were on fire, but that was patently untrue.

“It’s the blood rushing back in,” Jennie told her as she lifted Robin’s face from the bed and gently caressed her small t**s. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to it?”

“Don’t you want to try the clamps again?” Jennie asked her.

Robin violently shook her head back and forth. “No.”

“Well, not today,” Jennie agreed as she inspected the other woman’s n*****s. There were definite indentations where the clamps had dug in but no serious or permanent damage had been done. She might suffer some minor bruising, but nothing of real concern. “But maybe tomorrow? Or next time?” she asked with a small, encouraging nod.

“Maybe,” Robin said. Although she was still in pain and the throbbing was slowly receding, she wanted to know if she could do it again, but was afraid to ask.

“Want to know the best way to make the pain go away?” Jennie asked.

“What?”

“Cumming. Better than ice or heat or pills.” She pushed Robin onto her back, pinning her hands behind her on the bed. The men grinned as Jennie got between Robin’s legs and planted a little kiss on the brunette’s inner thigh. “Trust me; I know what I’m doing. You’re not the first girl I’ve gone down on.”

Afterwards, when Jennie had made Robin c*m a handful of times, she finally asked her friend as they were dressing, “Was that kinky enough?”

Robin nodded, giving her friend a light kiss on the lips. “It was.” But still, she wanted more.

Chapter Four

“Any bruising?”

“Not that I could see. They were sore.”

“That’s to be expected. And you have light brown n*****s. I think those tend to be tougher than pink or red.” Jennie let out a long breath. “Mine are so sensitive. I think that’s why it was easier to give in to my needs and just let Grant nurse on me all the time. I was afraid of the pain.” She made a little noise of pleasure.

Robin shifted on the couch. Nate was already in bed. She had checked on him an hour ago and he was already snoring. This was the busy time of year for him, and he was getting to work hours earlier than normal, and getting home late, sometimes after dinner. Out of boredom she had called Jennie.

“I hate to admit it, but I think I liked the pain,” Robin found herself saying before she realized it. She was wearing her fuzzy bathrobe over her pajamas. She hadn’t meant for the conversation to be fraught with s****l connotations, but it seemed that’s where their conversations always wound up. Squeezing her cell phone between her shoulder and ear, Robin slipped one hand down inside her pajama bottoms, inside her panties, to feel her moist p***y. The other hand she shoved up her shirt and lightly pinched one n****e. She wanted to pinch harder, but she was afraid.

Jennie softly chuckled into her ear. “I know. We all could tell. I think you’re a lot more sexually adventurous than you pretend to be. You just need to loosen up a bit.”