81 Milking 101 6*

Swallowing a heavy lump, Noah's cock jerks. What little blood had escaped it and sent it slowly deflating, had returned in force as Meira smacked her hand down across Ilsa's pert ass sending ripples through the clean white flesh. Watching her as she pulls open the cheek, Noah could peer into her pink and sodden cunny, watching as her nectar steadily trickles in a thick, stringy stream from her shivering body.

She looked so immodest, so debauched it was rending from him his already lacking sanity and morality. If anything he was a malfunctioning human being, of earth that is. He couldn't imagine a normal woman doing what Ilsa was doing let alone Meira. He may not have been veritably versed in the opposite sex but his experiences had told him that such acts of sheer depravity were often seen in a derisive light… but here… there was this weight it had been holding him down, locking his thoughts away and now it was being removed millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch and he wasn't sure that weight would ever return.

Stories from his homeworld… his old world had frequently brought their protagonists to this idea, this wish to return to earth. It made no sense to his irrational mind, he had been born on earth, his family was there, his memories even. But looking at the sight before him. A girl quivering, her body ready for him and another oozing with his seed… he couldn't understand that notion.

Perhaps it had to do with that incongruity, that sense that they didn't belong, that the world they were in didn't want, need or even care for them.

Shivers poked down Noah's spine, drawing him to turn his gaze over his shoulder and peer towards the closed and locked doorway of Ilsa's shop and through the glass pane windows leading into the streets.

He was on full display, his everything and everything he'd done. A few women stood there, a young one barely past her twenties and another greying on top. She was smirking as she looked at him, focusing on his backside but noticing his gaze gave him a bright thumbs up. While the girl beside her shivered and chewed her lip, a hand-dug between her legs hidden beneath her skirt fondled her slit sending an odd twist through Noah's stomach.

When he looked back to Meira and more imperatively Ilsa, he couldn't help but down another congealed ball of nervousness. This wasn't a private show, it was the middle of the day in a street of stalls and stores, though many more licentiously focused, which he was now a part of the entertainment for eyes to watch, to grope, to fantasize fucking.

Wetting his lips he focused back on the girls, their slovenly forms and his shaft twitched excitedly as the stench of sex sent goosebumps raising across his body. Seeing his readiness, Meira beamed impishly and faced Ilsa, leaning in she whispered something to the girl that Noah was unable to hear.

As he waited, letting Meira chatter to Ilsa, the girl in question began to tremble heavily and when Meira leaned away, Ilsa gave a slight, almost unnoticeable bob before she began to move.

Ilsa flipped slowly onto her back, her hands behind her pushed her upright while her legs splayed wide unashamedly showing off her puffy pink and shaven slit. For a second, Noah was taken aback as she lowered a hand between her legs and began to massage her quivering cunny. Two fingers pushed in and slowly escaped spreading the pink slit wider, giving him an unobscured chance to ogle her moist inner walls.

"Well, come on then," Meira teased and sidled closer to the girl. Her left arm ran over Ilsa to hold the counter by her right hip, offering Noah a coy wink, the woman descended her lips to one of Ilsa's perky pink and erected nipples and let her tongue dance across the cherry. In an instant Ilsa was whimpering, casting him wet looks with hazy blue eyes, practically pleading him to pound her senseless.

Only a fool would say no to that.

Beneath her dulcet cries, her other hand rose to Meira's head, her pinky-less left hand dug into Meira's bright battered gold hair, pushing the woman deeper onto her tit to suckle and tease her delicate bump even more.

Noah wet his lips and audibly gulped, as enjoyable as watching them go was, his loins were growing tighter and more painful. Yearning for release for the second third time that day. A record, how he was able to keep up with one after the other lost to his uncaring mind.

He stepped up, brought his hand to Ilsa's hip and settled himself between her legs. Her hand had already disappeared from her slit to help her sit upright as she pressed Meira into her chest. She watched anticipatorily as Noah gripped his girl-cum and ejaculate covered shaft and directed it to her sodden cunny.

For a second he looked up from her separating labium and to her face but sanity was long gone, replaced by the slutish stares of a woman in heat. He could do anything to her and she wouldn't resist, slow, fast, harsh, gentle. She was content with it all so long as a cock pushed open her walls and pounded her mind white.

Noah released his base and dug beneath between Meira's belly to grip Ilsa's other hip and jerked the girl partway off the table. Ilsa slipped flat onto her back as that was more stable than sitting upright, the action separated Meira and let the merchant girl watch him angle himself into her friends cunt. Ilsa looked between her modest tits as they splayed from gravity but quickly was unable to see anything as Meira's head blocked her view and returned to sucking the girls delectable teet. A chocolate hand dashed in sweat clenched her other breast, massaging and rolling the sensitive orb as she felt Noah's exploratory first push.

It was slow, testing her to see if she was like Meira but intrinsically knew she was far from virgin. Halfway in, her walls began to twist with the contractions of her muscles. She didn't moan, not as far as he could hear, not from his penetration at least. His motions were far too subtle for a woman as versed in the arts of sex as she was.

Digging into her hips, he felt her thin, bony pelvis which added this odd allure to her thin and short form. Unlike Meira's pillowy softness, Ilsa was sturdier, not hard, but she just didn't accept as deep a squeeze as any part of Meira's plump and muscular form. He moved his hands higher up her hips to the sides of her lower belly and thrust until his ball slapped against her ass and his cock was sheathed thoroughly inside her.

Ilsa gasped and let out the breath in a slow and delicate whine, just barely overpowering the slurp of Meira's unsubtle suckling. Noah pulled back only to thrust in again, halfway out a harsh slam in, he didn't bother with a slow beginning, this girl was seeking something harsher, something that would knock against her sensitive g-spots without mercy. He had to clench his buttocks tight just to prevent himself from ejaculating with every pound, his cock still sensitive from the last two ejaculations.

Each thrust teased a new spot, his hip would push his cock to places here and there, searching for the perfect position and soon found it. Noah bucked his knee's slightly and leaned a degree or two backwards, giving himself just the right pathway to ram his cock upwards against her belly. The sight of her stomach distorting, thickening around his invasive member stole his eyes but the intense shivers and quivering screams stole his thoughts… if thinking was even a thing he could do.

The shop clerk ne prostitute squirmed, her pussy tightening around his shaft with every miniature climax and squeezed his cock with milking undulations. Pleading him to empty his bulging testicles and fill her hungering cunny with his batter.

Noah was all too happy to grant her that, but ending it so soon after they'd begun felt wrong to some part inside him. He gripped her thighs tighter but soon moved his hands to the counter, every pound rocked her body, causing her to move further onto the counter. Her cries belied sanity and the gushing of her pussy around his shaft dripped to a puddle beneath them and wet Noah's pants.

Ilsa cries out, "Ahhh-haha, oh, gods," her chest squeezes and breath escapes her, not willing to come back even with her gasping breaths. Her hand falls from Meira's head and Meira pulls away, giving you the barest amount of time as she cleaned her plump red lips to leer at Ilsa's bloated red nipple. Meira's sucking turned even the skin around her areolae red, reminding him of those hot cup massages that left bulging circles of redness across a person body.

He's too lost in lust to think, to slow his roll by then. He fucked her faster, roughly ramming into her without a second thought or care to find her g-spots. At that point, her entire body had grown so sensitive it was a g-spot on its own. The texture inside her, filled with nubs and twisting grew smoother and messier. Each pump let out another gush of the girls squirt across the floor.

With a violent ram, Noah burried his cock as deep as it could go. His balls tensing and twitching as his thick sauce shot out of his tip and into Ilsa's waiting cunt. Vacuum pressure sucked every drop of his cum deeper into her and the tightness failed to prevent it from leaking out. Noah threw his head back, hips pumping in tandem with each ejaculation, his groan muffled beneath Ilsa's wimpish cries. Soon her noises descend to whines as her jittering slit tugs and massages his shaft harder.

Not long later, her walls loosen, allowing him a reprieve to escape. The moment he does it's like a dam unblocked as a thick tide of jizz and juice gush from her cunny and onto the floor, joining swiftly with the puddle made from Meira's sauces. The girl suffers through post-coital spasms but still, she's able to look down her chest and to Noah, her eyes practically hearts as an addiction to dick shone brightly and clearly in her expression.

Noah puffed for breath, his cock already limp and his body glazed in sweat. His clothing, in what form of sanity he could contain, he realized would have been better off removed.