This story will be told from the individual viewpoints of the characters.

“BUCK”

I had been out of jail for just over a week and the only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t have any desire to work for a living. It had been ten long months of learning to be lazy and as far as I was concerned, society was going to get what they asked for. I had met a guy in the slammer that happened to be getting out the same day I was named Jake, so it seemed right to hook up with him. I was in for breaking into houses and he had been caught selling stolen property. It seemed like a natural team should be formed, so here we were looking at a house on the edge of a small lake in Maine. It looked like a summer home, thus probably empty being the end of November. But breaking into that house was going to become the best mistake of my life.

It only took us a few minutes to check out the place from the windows to decide to go in and check it out closer. We entered through a basement window and headed up the stairs. There wasn’t a sound to be heard, so we began to systematically search through the house. It didn’t appear to be closed up for the season as I had thought, so we stayed quiet just in case. And most of the stuff in the kitchen and living room held no real value. I told Jake that the money and drugs were usually in the bedrooms and baths. We went down to the end of the hall and was going to work our way back through the rooms. The bath was at the end, but as we walked right to it, I caught something out of the corner of my eye in one of the bedrooms.

I knew I had seen someone, but since there wasn’t any screams, I guessed that they hadn’t seen us walk by. The door was three quarters of the way shut, adding to the chance that they hadn’t seen us. I held my forefinger to my lips to hush Jake and indicated to him that someone was in the bedroom. When I went back to the doorway and peeked around the corner, I knew I’d been shot and wrongly ended up in heaven.

There on the bed was the hottest little cutie I’d probably ever seen. Blonde, long full hair, petite body and I guessed about fifteen or sixteen. But it was what she was doing that cranked my engine. She was butt naked, her legs spread slightly with her knees half bent, and both of her hands were fiddling away in her crotch. She was way too busy fingering herself to have noticed us and I saw she was wearing a set of headphones, listening evidently to her favorite music. There was a couple of magazines lying on this side of her and I absolutely fell in love with her tiny little titties. They were definitely young because they had a definite cone shape to them still instead of spilling all over her chest. Her nipples were so hard that I could easily seem them pointed upward from twenty feet away.

I’d never raped a girl, nor even thought I could, but this wonderful beauty finger fucking herself so frantically in front of my eyes made me wonder if I was capable of such a thing. About this time Jake was pushing his way in far enough to see what had made my jaw drop. I had to hush his gasps as we stood there and watched as she was very close to finishing.

It was absolutely mesmerizing when in the throes of her orgasm, she rammed her hips into the air while both hands went nuts on her clit and in her hole. Watching this site was easily the hottest thing I had ever witnessed, and that included a hell of a lot of porn. I turned to tell Jake we had to back out and leave, when I heard an ear piercing scream from her. She had seen us and my only choice was to run to her and cover her mouth.

“Quiet bitch, we’re not here to rape you.”

Her eyes bugged out with my hand over her mouth and my other one on her stomach holding her to the bed. I told her she had nothing to be afraid of and that I wanted her to promise not to scream if I removed my hand. She nodded in agreement and I slowly removed my hand. I told her we were just after some cash when we saw what she was doing. She closed her eyes over the humiliation of having been caught masturbating by two men nearly twice her age. Tears started rolling down her cheeks and I actually felt sorry for her. It had to be embarrassing as all hell for her, so I tried to make a deal with her. If we just left and she kept quiet about it, we wouldn’t have to mention what we had seen to the cops when they arrested us.

She seemed to like the deal and I was about to sit up and take my other hand off her stomach, but then her eyes lit up in horror. She started to scream again and my hands went to her mouth and over her chest to hold her down. I couldn’t figure out why she had changed her mind so abruptly, but I was also torn with the fact that I had my arm right over the softest pair of taut little mounds I’d ever felt. That’s when I noticed what had set her off. That dumb fuck Jake was groping her cunt like a sex-crazed teenager. I elbowed him to stop and brought my arm right back over her chest.

I tried quieting her down again and told Jake to back off her. When I was sure she wasn’t going to scream anymore, I apologized for my dumb ass partners actions and asked her if she was okay. She nodded her head as if she was too afraid to speak. While I was trying to think if I could trust her to let us just walk away, I looked at the magazines I was half sitting on. There was two of them and they were opened to pages showing two guys going at it. I looked back at the girl and she understood what I had seen and closed her eyes again in utter embarrassment. I couldn’t help but chuckle which drove her to a crimson red. I told her I was sorry, but we had walked into the weirdest scene imaginable.

I decided to let her go and she quickly covered her tits with her arms as she brought her knees into a sitting position to hide most of her bush as well. She asked us to just leave so she could die in her humiliation. I might be a big brute to most people, but I genuinely felt sorry for this frail little thing. I reached on the floor beside the bed, grabbed the nightgown that had been thrown there, and told her to put it on. It took all of two seconds for her to comply.

Jake didn’t make anything better when he suggested we have a good time with her before leaving and I quickly told him to “Fuck off”, and let her know we weren’t rapists. But I couldn’t help taking a poke at her.

“You get off on watching gay guys?”

She winced in the mental pain I inflicted and finally asked, “Don’t you like watching chicks getting it on? It’s the same thing.”

I twisted my head to the side to indicate that she had me there. I had just never heard of girls that liked the idea of watching a guy get a blowjob from another guy. She brought me up to speed by saying that nearly all girls wanted to catch a peek of some guy being forced to do what girls were always expected to do. She even added that she thought it had to do more with one of the guys being dominated more than anything.

I looked back at Jake and got a “Fuck you” from him. He knew I was going to say something about using him to make the girl happy. I got back to the problem at hand and asked her if we were going to be seeing the cops after we left. She thought about it a minute and then said, “You gave me my nightgown, so… no, I won’t tell anyone. But you have to promise to never come back.”

I told her I could live with that. But I didn’t just want to leave her in her mental upheaval like this, so I told her she had nothing to be ashamed of; she had one hot body and made for a scene I was sure to live over and over. She laughed and her smile lit up the room. I asked her her age and was sort of shocked to hear her tell me seventeen. I told her I would have guessed a few years younger, and just like a girl, she took exception to that.

There wasn’t anything else to do but leave, so I grabbed Jake and asked the girl for the safest way out. She got off the bed and we followed her through the kitchen. But she stopped and asked if we were on foot or had a car in the area. I told her on foot and she said that this was the best way then. She opened the kitchen door and was about to stand to the side, but she looked out and slammed the door shut again.

“Are you guys that bad that the cops are looking for you?”

I peeked out the window and saw a cop car right next to the road in front of the house. I thought about taking her hostage real quick, but realized there wasn’t a serious problem yet. That cop could be there for a hundred different reasons. The girl turned to tell us that the cop was coming to the front door. Before I even had a chance to think, she told us to stay in the kitchen and be quiet. For some reason I trusted her and we hid behind the door and listened.

She opened the door when he knocked and asked what he wanted.

“Well, you know we check these summer houses really well while the owners are gone, and I noticed you have a broken basement window. Are you alright here?”

“A broken window? Oh, that was me. I was throwing firewood up to the house and missed last night. I have to get my boyfriend to fix it though.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

I was waiting for him to bust into the kitchen and find us, but then she said, “I may be small, but if anyone broke in here, I’d cut their balls off.” I looked at Jake and smiled. She was a pretty cool kid. I couldn’t make out what they talked about after that, but it sounded in favor of us. Shortly after hearing the door shut she came back in the kitchen and asked if we had heard. I guess she figured we had missed something and she told us that we had a problem. She told us that someone must have spotted us in the neighborhood, because the cop said they were going to be looking around for the rest of the day.

When I told her we’d go through the woods, she looked very tried, but told us we couldn’t do that. She told us how unrelenting the cops were about protecting the summer houses and that we were sure to get caught if we left. After thinking a moment she said, “If I let you stay here until my boyfriend gets home, you promise you won’t bother me?”

I had to ask, “Why would you take that chance?”

“Well duh! You may be a thief, but you protected me back there from your friend. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re all right. Your guy better know how lucky his is.”

“I’m going to get dressed. Can I assume the microwave won’t disappear while I’m gone?”

She even had a pretty good sense of humor and before she got away I realized I didn’t even know who to thank. “Hey kid, what’s your name?”

“Ann, and yours?”

“I’m Buck and that’s Jake.”

Before she continued on she turned, twisted her jaw to one side as she looked me over, and said, “One fine Buck at that.”

The little bitch! Was she trying to turn me into a rapist? I hadn’t had a girl in almost eleven months and she throws out a tease like that. I felt rather degraded by my own thoughts over wondering if Jake knew about my sex life for the last ten months.

When Ann came back she looked at the microwave and said, “Well, look at that, it’s still there.”

“Bitch!”

She came right back and said, “Thief!”

We called a truce and talked about when she expected her boyfriend to get home. We had a few hours to wait and it was going to be a long time the way she dressed. I guess she probably didn’t think about it, but she left her midriff bare, had a tight top on, and very tight jeans.

Jake, being the crude and always horny fuck he was, asked her to entertain us with a striptease. She threw a pot holder at him and he pointed out that he already copped a feel of her pussy and didn’t see any reason for her to be shy.

She looked scared and ask, “You guys won’t mention what you saw to my boyfriend, will you? I’d die if he knew.”

We teased her for a while, especially about the magazines, but finally told her that we’d keep it secret. I made a point of telling Jake that that meant not mentioning fingering her pussy as well. He said he’d agree if she would let us feel her up again. I was going to bitch him out until I saw her reaction. I waited just long enough.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Jake said, “You know what I mean. No fucking, just give us a quick feel of your goodies.”

I watched as she pondered over whether or not she wanted to play with a couple of older guys. She looked at me and asked, “Will you keep him under control?”

“Fuck yeah!” couldn’t have come out any faster.

“And this would be something else Bobby wouldn’t hear about?”

I assumed Bobby was her boyfriend’s name and answered he’d never get a hint.

We were waiting for her decision, but she went for the bread and started making us ham sandwiches. Watching her ass prance around the kitchen had me rock hard. Jake was thankfully keeping his mouth shut. We both were smart enough to know that given enough time, she would say okay to us. Ann laid the sandwiches and some chips in front of us, and sat to eat her own. I caught her sniffing at her own hand and grabbed it to have my own sniff. She blushed when she knew I had seen her remembering where her hand had been less than a half hour ago.

She changed the subject and asked why we had to break into homes. I told her the truth about just getting out of jail, not having a job, and having this nasty habit of liking to eat at least once a day. I thought she was taking pity on the hunger thing, but then she threw me a curve ball.

“Then I guess those mags weren’t as foreign to you as I thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I doubt if a guy your size went ten months without ever getting a little something from one of the… smaller guys. Hell, I bet you’re in some of those mags.”
All I could say was, “Bitch!”

I saw her think for a moment, then she got up, came over to me and sat right on my lap. “I’m holding you to your promise.”

If that wasn’t the best little offer I’d had in my life, I’d die. She leaned back against my chest and felt so tiny. But there was no way I could keep from running my hands over her bare belly and up to cover her tits. I looked around to see her eyes were closed and Jake was about to jerk off. She was holding still and just handing her body over to me to feel up. I rested my face against the back of her head and her long flowing locks felt so soft, smelled so fresh, and nearly drove my hardon right up her crack. She must have felt it twitch, because she felt beneath her ass for my crotch with her hand. All I heard her say before removing her hand was “hmmm”.

I slid my right hand under her top and up under her bra as well. Her tiny little conical buds felt so fucking amazing in my hand. She was enjoying it as well, because I felt her moving the crack of her ass ever so slightly against my cock. I grabbed for her crotch with my left hand and she made me squeeze my hand in between her thighs. She was so warm and moist that I nearly shot a load right then. I worked my fingers over her clit and cunt as hard as I could and heard her moaning from my manipulation of her. She gave me that magic welcome wagon by releasing her legs and spreading them ever so little, but certainly enough to tell me she liked what I was doing to her.

She had enough. Ann turned and kissed me as I continued to fondle her. She told me that she felt a little weird making out in front of Jake and asked me to take her back into her bedroom. We were there in less than a minute and when I brushed her gay mags off the bed, I could see she had something to ask me. I laid down on top of her as I kissed her neck and finally she asked.

“When you were in jail… did you ever do that?”

I asked her what she meant. I had a pretty good idea, but I didn’t want her to think I was gay. I felt better with her next statement.

“I don’t mean, are you queer? I just meant, well you know. You’re a man and have your needs. I’m always seeing on TV how the bad ass guys are always making the new guys do stuff for them. You know, to get some relief.”

My instinct was to lie to her, but something told me it would be better if I didn’t. “Yeah, I got a blowjob or two. That turn you off?”

Her eyes opened wide and she wiggled out from underneath me. I thought her pleasantries were over, but instead she pushed me onto my back and kissed me more passionately than I’d ever had. Then it was my turn to get embarrassed.

“Turned off? Hell no. I want to hear what it’s like. You know, making a guy do that for you.”

I thought she was kidding until she kept after me. She even wanted to know if Jake had been one of my “boys”. I told her no, and that it was always one of the smaller guys. She said that made sense to her because it was the law of the fittest to take the weakest. And as if she hadn’t blown my mind enough, she just kept talking.

“You’d love my boyfriend then. He’s got a small build and I often wondered what would happen to him if he ever ended up in jail. But you have to promise you won’t mess with him. It’d kill him to have that done to him in front of me.”

I promised to leave him alone , unless I ever met him in jail.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you tell me what it feels like to make a guy suck you off, I’ll give you head while you tell me.”

“You’re a freaky little bitch, aren’t you. You don’t really want to know that shit.”

Her hands went between our bodies and she felt my hardon. “I bet the last sex you had was with a guy, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then come on. Tell me what it’s like; forcing a guy onto his knees and keeping him from biting it off. I’m serious, I want to hear all the little details.”

I looked at her for a moment and she realized she had me. She started edging her way down my chest and I felt like my cock was going to burst knowing that I was going to have her hot little mouth on me in just seconds. She started fumbling with my pants to get them open and said, “How many boys did you have?”

She was definitely serious, so I told her three or four in the ten months. She wanted to know where I would be able to get them alone and I told her. Then she wanted to know if any of the guys fought back very much.

“They always fight to start with, but when you get them to a certain point, they calm down.”

Her hand was snaking it’s way into my underwear and was grabbing my shaft even before she had my pants down. Damn her hand felt so warm and comfortable on me. Ann was getting me into it, because with every answer I gave her, the more of a tigress she became. She seemed to prefer asking me direct questions which made me uneasy, but when I hesitated, she lapped the head of my cock until I answered her.

“I want you to lay back and just pretend I’m your next jailhouse bitch.”

Okay, this was extremely freaky now, but when she punched my dick into her mouth as deep as it would go, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that the hot lips around my dick belonged to a guy. She asked me if I liked it when they fought back and I told her how it would get me rock hard. I felt her fragile little hand cup my balls and she would twist her mouth as she would take long deep strokes down onto me.

“Have you ever just had to hold a guy in place while you forced yourself into his mouth?”

When I told her I had a couple of times, she paused and told me to show her. I certainly didn’t want to get that rough with her, but I did grab her by the sides of her head and worked my cock against her lips a little harder than she was expecting. I gagged her and when I stopped she all but ordered me to keep going. If she liked it rough, I decided to give her a little sample.

I started using her head like a melon and she kept asking for more. It seemed like she was getting off on my choking her and making her gasp for air. I finally flipped the two of us over until she was on her back and I was fucking her head. She was squirming under me as if trying to get away, but when I let up slightly, her hands pulled on my ass to keep me going. She went back to wiggling and her hands were clawing at the sheets. When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I warned her that I was cumming and then the real fight began. She started to slip away from me, but I pulled her head back in place. Unlike before, she seemed to really be trying to get away from me this time, but it was too late. Now I had that unbelievable urge to relieve my balls and right in this pretty little mouth.

Ann became quite vocal and began pushing against my legs to get me out of her mouth. I rested on my elbows and thrust my load into her mouth. I could hear her gurgling around my cum and sputtering for air. As soon as I started relieving myself, I began taking pity on her knowing that as much as she obviously liked sucking cock, she didn’t like the idea of having to swallow. So, when she put all her might into twisting her head to the side, I didn’t correct her position and allowed her to let my cum drool out of her mouth until I was finished with her.

“ANN”

I started to think that maybe I had gone too far in letting Buck treat me like one of his jail house bitches. I should have told him that I wouldn’t, couldn’t swallow his cum. Hell, I wanted to throw up just knowing it was in my mouth. But as he told me he was getting ready to cum, I was going into my own orgasm and could barely fight him. I tried moving my mouth away from him, but he pulled me back in line for him and poked at me even harder and deeper. I don’t think he knew, but I started crying and screaming around his cock to let me go. I twisted around as hard as I could, and when I felt my mouth welling up with his fluid, I finally managed to twist my head enough to keep from having to swallow it. He seemed able to suffice with that and held me like that until he was done with me.

As soon as he let go of me and got his massive body off me, I ran to my wastebasket and spit the rest of it out. I heard him laughing at me and he said something about how I should have told him that I didn’t like to swallow. While I continued clearing my mouth, he began to feel sympathy for me and said he was sorry. After all I had done to help keep him and his friend out of jail, it was nice to hear him apologize.

When I stood back up and wiped my mouth, I noticed he had a very satisfied smile on his face. I had always been a sucker for a guy that really appreciated my efforts. That empathy started when an older boy in my neighborhood first got me to give him my very first blowjob when I was nine. He had started cumming in my mouth, but I pulled away when I thought he was peeing in my mouth.

I was just sort of standing in the middle of my room wondering what I should do next, but Buck told me instead. I had offered myself to both of them, so he told me I should really hold up to my end of the deal. He reminded me how nasty it was to be a cock teaser and that was my touchy spot. I asked him what he thought I had to do for him. He reached for my hand, pulled me onto his lap, and nibbled at my ear.

“Jake was in for eight months, and unlike me, he didn’t get his pipes cleaned as often.” He nibbled the nape of my neck and whispered in my ear, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t cum in you mouth. He really needs your expertise so bad.”

I melted under his touch and it was just dawning on me that I had a boyfriend already. I had been so fucking horny for the last few days because Bobby and I were fighting over money, that my body’s cravings were taking over. When Buck started sweet talking me into holding up the bargain I had started, I finally told him I would. He gave me one last kiss and told me he’d send him into me so I could blow him in private. Saying it that way made me feel so cheap, but got me so fucking hot.

I watched as Buck walked out of my room and felt so sleazy as I waited for him to send in my next… my next guy. It took a couple of minutes for Jake to come in, so I figured Buck did a good job of warning him not to rape me, or cum in my mouth. His smile scared me a little and I got pretty nervous, but I learned long ago that the best way to get over nervousness was to go on the offensive. I walked over to him and that was about all it took. He ran his hands under my top instantly and twisted my nipples between his fingers way too hard. Buck had been only my second man-sized interlude, so I guessed that I shouldn’t act like a baby in this mans’ hands. I endured the pain and waited for him to move on.

He started trying to suck on my neck while he got my top up over my tits. I successfully got him to move down to my tits. I was worried that he would leave a mark on my neck that my boyfriend would see. He sucked on my tits just as hard as he had twisted my nipples and even seemed to be biting at the underside of my tits. It felt like he was trying to eat them off me. I was almost thankful when his attention turned towards my crotch. At least with my jeans on I could take a lot more of his aggressive groping. He did have one really good talent; he had a fantastic way of rubbing my whole cunt through my jeans, and paid particular attention to my little man. Unfortunately he continued biting at the underside of my boobs so much I was getting afraid that he was leaving marks that Bobby would see.

I decided to get his urges taken care of so this would be over with, and slipped to my knees. I started watching his face as I began opening his pants. I had the strongest urge to ask him if he too had had any cocksuckers while in jail, but decided against it. What I had revealed of my inner self to Buck was enough humiliation for one day. Jake had an intoxicated look on his face right up until I had his pants down and I was bending his cock towards my mouth. He wasn’t the type that liked to take control of a blowjob, so I pretty much had to do all the work myself.

I was probably about half way through his blowjob when I noticed Buck just casually walking by us to sit on my bed. It was obvious he wanted to watch me doing his friend and I could hear him flipping through my mags that were still next to the bed. After a little while I heard him open my nightstand drawer and I began to look at what he was doing, but Jake pulled my head back to him. I wasn’t thinking about much besides the cock in my mouth, but suddenly I could tell he was reading my secret stash of sex stories. Some of them were pretty embarrassing and I cringed at what he might be thinking.

“Hmmm, this story seems almost worn out.”

I knew what one he was talking about. It was a story about a girl that made a bet over whether or not a girl could produce milk without being pregnant. Ever since the first time I read it I was fascinated with the idea. I have always loved the feel of a dedicated mouth suckling away at my nipples. I even fantasized many, many times about getting milked like the girl in the story as I frigged myself.

Jake was getting very hard and twitching. The muscles in his thighs were tensing up and I knew he was getting ready to cum. Buck must have noticed too because he reminded him not to cum in my mouth. I looked up at him and saw his disappointment. But he took his cock out of my mouth, held my head in place in one hand, and jerked himself off until he started cumming all over my face. My reading of porn stories had given me the knowledge that some men really loved to humiliate their cocksuckers by doing this, so I didn’t move until he let go of my head. When he did, I wiped what I could of his cum off my eyelids and grabbed a towel by the bed to wipe the rest off.

As I looked up, Buck was smiling and said, “I have one hell of a girl there, don’t I Jake.”

I don’t know why, but it sounded good having a man refer to me as his girl, and bragging over how well I had just blown his friend. It was so different than the overly jealous way Bobby treated me. I was starting to come to the conclusion that older men had a certain love of sex that was closer to my own than Bobby‘s was.

It was still an hour before Bobby was due home and we put together a story about Buck being a friend of my uncles that needed a ride over to the next town. Buck started teasing me about wanting to hang around and make me his girlfriend. When I asked him what we would do about Bobby, he said we could keep him around for the swallowing part of blowjobs. My face must have been a billboard because somehow he reached into my soul and found that he had hit very close to my second major fantasy. He had seen part of it as I gave him his blowjob, but I could see he was starting to put it together.

Buck grabbed my arm and said he wanted to talk to me in my bedroom, and walked me back there.

“That’s what all that talk was about. You want to see your boyfriend suck a guy off, don’t you?”

I tried to deny it, but he hit the nail so close to the mark that I was afraid my face would give him his answer. He started telling me how he was willing to make it happen and I begged him not to involve Bobby. He had already got his rocks off on me and I didn’t feel like he should need to get anything more. But he also revealed a little bit more to me than he wanted known. It was obvious to me that he was all too willing to make Bobby his bitch. He had grown fond of the struggle and intimidation, and that painfully tormented look on the face of a guy being emasculated as another man relieved himself sexually.

It took a lot of prodding by him, but he finally got me to admit that it had been a long time fantasy to watch my own boyfriend being forced into sucking another mans’ cock. I felt like I had betrayed Bobby so bad, but Buck’s mind was trying to figure out a way to make it happen. I begged him to forget all about it, and he finally told me he’d let it go, but Bobby was due home anytime and I was so afraid of him finding out about the whole day.

Luckily, we got back to the kitchen just before Bobby came through the door. He looked at Buck and Jake, and I could see his suspicions rising. I quickly went through the story we conjured up, but I don’t really think he believed me. But, he was so anxious to get these men away from me that he readily agreed to give them a ride. On the way back home, he questioned me relentlessly as to what had really happened, but I stuck to the story and knew he would grow tired of the subject eventually.

It was a very long night and I had to take a shower just so I could masturbate in solitude. I had a whole new bunch of deviated fantasies now and the things I was thinking of scared the hell out of me. When we finally went to bed to put an end to this day, Bobby wanted to get it on. I was afraid that he might find something out and tried to talk him out of it, but for a change, he really wanted to do the same old bump and grind. The one thing I don’t think I hid quite well enough was the marks on my boobs. It turned out that Jake had left some marks and left me sore as hell too. When Bobby squeezed my tits too hard, I winced and I think he may have seen the marks.

That’s the beginning of the story, I hope you liked it. As you can see, introducing the plot was a little longer than normal for my style, but just wait… we’ll get right to the title in the next chapter.

Got milk?