My experience on a milking table [FM]

“Cole?”

I look up.

I’m in a bedroom. Someone’s taken out all the regular furniture. Instead of a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, there’s chairs lining the walls. A few guys are sitting on them, spaced out, looking anxious, avoiding eye contact. Faint music echoes through the walls, mixed with the sound of girls laughing and cheering.

“We’re ready for you,” she says, gesturing. It’s Amy, one of the sorority sisters. She’s a senior, a cute girl who did a passable Cleopatra costume last Halloween. She’s friendly, but I don’t know her well.

She smirks at me and leads me through the twisting hallways of the large house.

“Here’s a bathroom, some vodka if you need it.” She points.

I shake my head.

She makes an amused noise and shrugs. “Ok. Strip.”

We’re standing in the main hallway. All the doors are closed, the lights dim, but I still feel awfully exposed. “Here?”

She laughs. “Yes. Here. You’ll be in the living room, right through there.” She nods at the double doorway, black curtains drawn across. “You can put your clothes on the bench.”

I sit, take off my shoes, pants, shirt.

“All the way,” she says, eyeing my boxers, grinning.

I steel myself. “Ok.”

I’m a tall, skinny boy. I jog sometimes, I’m fit, I just have zero bulk. People call me lanky. This isn’t a self-effacing thing, I’m just telling you how it is. I didn’t think I’d be anxious, stripping naked, but Amy is very cute, and she’s studying me very intently. Her scrutiny makes me hesitate, but I swallow and grit my teeth. I take off my underwear.

Her grin spreads, her gaze fixed on my dick. “Damn, Cole. Look at that.”

I’m skinny, but I’ve got a large cock. Long and thick, shiny and veined, I’m the first to admit it looks out of place mounted on my scrawny frame. Again, I’m not bragging, just telling you how it is.

“Can I touch it?” Amy looks at me like I’m a piece of meat, licking her lips.

I don’t mind, it’s kind of exhilarating. “Sure.” I’m shaved bare, not a hair left anywhere near my crotch. It’s what they asked for.

“Oh, but I shouldn’t,” she says, biting her lip. Her eyes haven’t left my cock. “Ok, let’s go, they’ll love this.”

I follow her through the curtains.

Inside it’s dark, barely enough to see by. There’s another curtain opposite, blocking us from the rest of the living room. Through it we hear a hushed conversation, giggling and anxious.

“They’re doing shots, too?” I ask.

Amy shrugs. “Some of them.”

“Do I get to know who…?”

She shakes her head and grins. “Nope.”

“Ok, so–”

She cuts me off, calling to the curtain, “You girls ready?”

There’s scattered shushing and noises of people moving around, then someone calls back, “Yep. We’re rolling. Ready when you are.”

Amy and I exchange glances.

I whisper, “So, what, I just, like, lay down?”

“Yeah.”

The curtain is draped over a flat surface, a folding table I’m told. There’s a hole cut in the middle of both the curtain and table, a few inches in diameter, the only opening between this side of the room and that. Light glows through the hole. As I approach, I spy movement through it, the unmistakable color of bare skin. There’s a step-stool in front of the table.

I hesitate.

Amy gives me an annoyed look, shooing me with her hands. “Go!”

I step up. The table flexes under my weight. I lay down, feeling the curtain against my bare skin. I scooch down, aligning myself.

And then I slide my cock through the hole, balls too.

Through the table, I hear a quiet hush, and then happy humming, a girl’s voice.

I try to relax, but I’m exposed, vulnerable.

I know its coming, but I gasp anyway. There’s a hand on my dick, pulling on it. Fingers are on my balls, pawing at them. The fingers slide around, forming a ring between my hips and my cock and balls.

They jostle me, making my dick bounce, my balls swing.

I look over. Amy’s watching me, studying my reactions. A hand slides down my shaft, stroking me. My cock is growing hard, stiffening up.

The stroking is steady, constant. “Wow,” I hear through the table. My dick grows thick when erect.

Then there’s nothing, my cock left alone, stabbing the air.

I grow aware of a wet warmth on my balls. It’s velvety and soft, and then lips wrap around them, suck on them. The tongue teases my balls, slathering them before sliding down the length of my shaft.

I whimper as the anonymous girl licks my dick’s head, making my shiver.

Amy grins, lips parted. Her hand moves subtly towards her crotch, but she stops herself.

I’m being teased, tongues and fingers dancing over my dick and balls, and I’m trying to make a mental image, what’s happening to my cock, but I can’t figure it.

My dick loves it, though, surging stiff, pulsing in need.

There are slurping and sucking and moaning sounds from through the table, and I feel my shaft being batted and shoved side to side.

A hand grabs and squeezes my balls, and I gasp.

I clench my teeth and Amy stares with an intense look.

Then, again an absence. No sensation on my dick other than cold air.

The slightest tickle, the barest tease, right on my glans and nowhere else. I whimper. The taunting is relentless. My cock flexes to pull away, but the tongue or finger or whatever follows it.

Amy watches, crossing her legs, grinding her thighs against one another.

I pant and groan. The cruel provocation of my cock continues and continues. i lay still, grimacing.

Laughing, loud and mean, and the teasing is gone. I’m cumming, I realize with a whimper. The spunk oozes from my cock, my orgasm ruined.

I’m panting, eyes pinched closed, listening to the giggling girl under the table.

Someone slaps my balls, and more cum spurts from my cock. I whimper.

There’s more batting and playing with my dick as it goes limp, and then someone says, “Ok, we’re done.”

Amy’s hand is on my shoulder. “Get up,” she says.

I sit, catching my breath.

“Here.” Amy hands me a washcloth. “Did you have a good time?” She smirks.

I groan in frustration.

“So what are you going to do?” she says, gesturing me up, “Go home and jack off?”

I follow her back through the first curtain, the one to the hallway.

“Your clothes are here,” she says, “Take your–”

“No,” I cut her off.

“Huh?”

I walk up to her. I can smell her, see her confusion, the excitement beneath. I grab her wrist, guide her hand to my penis.

“Oh,” she says, “Not here.”

She leads me back into the labyrinthine sorority house, upstairs, around a bend, down a second hallway and to a closed door. She opens it. There’s a small bed, a desk, posters and books.

I ask, “This your room?”

“Who cares,” she says. With a flick and shimmer, her dress is up over her head and laying on the floor. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Amy’s tall and slender and I stand there like a moron, staring. She’s hot, gray panties and bra clinging to her gentle curves. But for some reason it’s her toned belly that I can’t take my eyes off of. It’s so perfectly smooth and svelte and the way it twists as she moves keeps pulling my eye back.

“Do it, Cole,” she says, “You want to stick your hard fucking dick in me, right?”

My cock twitches.

“Take off your panties,” I say.

I’ve got her balancing on one leg. Her other is draped over my arm, supporting her, holding her in place. Her pussy is spread, my hips pumping ruthlessly, my dick penetrating her deep. Her face is inches from mine, skin flush, freckles glistening and sticky with sweat. Her mouth hangs open, teeth gritted. She holds my gaze, her stare intense, eyelids fluttering. There’s such need in her look, such rapture in her gasping and panting.

“Oh…nnggg…” she moans, “You’re making me…” She’s shuddering in my arms, then falls into me, kisses me. She’s climaxing.

But I’m not done with her.

I’ve got her on her bed, on her side, hips towards me, slender curves on display. I hold her leg to my chest while I fuck her pussy, pushing in all the way to the base of my shaft. She shivers and whimpers, eyes unfocused. I shove into her hard, sweat flinging from my skin. Her body jostles, her tits bounce. She loves it, I love it.

And this is how I cum. The orgasm takes control of me, my hips bucking wildly, my groans feral. She squeezes my balls, mashes them against her ass.

I squeeze her tits, fill her with semen. I pump until I’m dry, thumb her clit until she moans again.

Amy yields to exhaustion, laying on her bed, dazed. “Fuck, Cole…”

“I’m coming back tomorrow,” I say, “To fuck you again.”

Her eyes search for focus before finding it. “Yes.”

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