#BABYMACHINE

by Cassandra Dee

  Holy shit! The dildo hadn’t been enough? What had I gotten myself into?

  But Sax ran a soothing hand over my hip and said, “We’re not so bad, are we? Lots of other girls have no trouble at all,” he said silkily.

  And fuck, that was the thing. I was so turned on by my brothers, the thought of the illicit touching, licking and kissing, that I felt myself melting. I wanted to do it. I wanted to have sex with them, feel them all over my body, in my body, maybe even in my ass. Perhaps I was just fooling myself, but I found myself nodding, meekly adding, “Sure, so long as you guys help me with my tuition?”

  My brothers shared an amused glance before Stryke smiled, leaning over to give me a deep kiss.

  “Honey, you’ve got a four-year all expenses paid ride if you cooperate,” he growled deep into my throat.

  And I gave up to the warmness of his caresses, his big hands trailing my curves, worming underneath my heavy sweatshirt to touch my breasts, grazing the undersides before jiggling them tantalizingly.

  “Baby, you’re built just right,” he whispered in my ear. “The Double D’s, the wet cunny, you’re perfect for the camera,” he breathed.

  And it made me feel so confident, so female, so good. With a mewl, I let my brothers pull my sweatshirt off, shaking my breasts free, and then pull the tight jeans off my legs, stroking my long, golden pins as they were revealed. Finally, I stood before them in a tiny pink bra and panty set, the moisture seeping from between my legs, a dark spot visible at my crotch.

  And my brothers were fixated on the sight.

  “Dance,” commanded Sax, and I started gyrating obediently.

  Running my hands through my hair, I gave them with a smoldering gaze, running my tongue over my lips, picturing their dicks in my mouth, their cocks in my cunny. Slowly, I reached around to unfasten my bra, letting it pop free, my girls spilling out. That’s one of the things about being a curvy vixen – we’ve got mountains and valleys in all the right places, no anorexic model-types here.

  Once my boobs were free, I shook them right and left, letting them jiggle, my tits bouncing up and down, the creamy flesh like smooth vanilla mounds. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger over the areola of one, then the other, circling those deep pink nips, watching as my brothers’ eyes hardened with lust, their bodies like rocks as I pranced seductively.

  Keeping full eye contact, I lifted one of my tits to my mouth and licked the nipple, before doing the same with the other.

  “Ohhh fuck,” groaned Sax. I could see the material at his groin twitching and I giggled a bit, smiling seductively at him.

  But Stryke wasn’t to be outdone. He unzipped his zipper and a massive twelve-inch cock popped out. I almost stopped dancing, I was so shocked at the size of that dong. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but twelve inches? I couldn’t take that in my cunny, it was going to be pure hell.

  As if reading my thoughts, Stryke smiled at me, devilishly licking his palm before lubing up that monster, rubbing his hand up and down. And oh my god, my cunny started loosening, gushing with anticipated pleasure, eager to straddle him and try.

  But I wasn’t done dancing yet. Slowly, I turned around and bent over, pushing my ass out for them to see. My butt cheeks are my crowning glory. They’re firm and round, squeezable but not saggy, with just the amount of heft to make men cry. I shook my hips, making my ass bounce up and down before swaying right and left, the meaty flesh yummy and tasty.

  Finally, I began edging my g-string off. I have to admit, this was a delicate maneuver. I was so wet by now that the material was completely soaked through, the pink fabric so drenched it was stuck to my lips. Slowly, slowly, I eased the lace over my hips, pulling the string away before removing the tiny triangle.

  And this is where I got them. I know they’d been expecting me to dance around nude some more, but I wanted to give them something special. Without dropping eye contact, I brought the lace to my nose, sniffing gently, before running my tongue against the crotch of my panties, licking my own pussy juice.

  “Mmm,” I murmured, batting my lashes seductively. “Delicious.”

  Slowly, I began eating the g-string, slipping the material into my mouth, moaning as I gagged myself with my own cream. My brothers watched raptly, not even beating their dicks now, they were so fucking mesmerized by the show.

  “Fuck she’s a whore,” ground out Stryke.

  “Fuuuuuck,” was all Sax could manage.

  And they were on me in a flash. Both my steps were naked in a New York second, their male physiques perfect, all tanned, toned flesh, carved like wood. They spun me around and pushed me down so that they could inspect my cunny from the back, running their big fingers through my folds.

  “Fuck, she's perfect,” said one.

  “Tastes fucking good,” said the other, as he slurped his fingers, sniffing that aromatic female cream.

  And with a thrust, one of them shoved his dick into my cunt. I screamed at the penetration. I didn’t know which of my brothers had done it, but this was the biggest dong I’d ever ridden in my teenage life, and it literally lifted me up in the air, it was so huge. I struggled and squealed, impaled like a roasted pig, trying to edge down a bit, willing my twat juices to flow, helping me lube this monster.

  “Shhh, shhh,” soothed a male voice, hands reaching around to fondle my breasts, tweaking my nipples and squeezing that creamy flesh. “We’ll help you take us sister, all in good time.”

  And I squealed again, still squirming on that donkey dong, but calmer now. The initial penetration had been shocking. I was totally stuffed and full, although I knew I hadn’t taken anywhere near the entire shaft, and I moaned lustily, reaching my hands back to part my butt cheeks, inviting them in for more.

  “That’s it,” one of them chuckled, and the dick edged in further, exploring my vaginal channel, making me moan and toss, my little pussy used and abused.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” I shuddered beneath them. Just when I thought the dick was all the way in, I felt something probe at my lips.

  Looking up, I glanced into the sky-blue eyes of Stryke, and he smiled at me, gripping my chin.

  “You’ve done so well with Sax in your bottom, you think you can fit my fuckpole in your mouth?” he rumbled.

  I nodded helplessly and Stryke smiled, reaching a finger into my mouth to pull out the wet g-string, the fabric utterly soaked from saliva and female cum.

  “Now that’s my type of girl,” he remarked, inspecting the lingerie before dropping it on the floor, probing again with his penis. “Open,” he commanded.

  And I did. Reader, let me tell you, it was the best cock I’d ever tasted. Stryke’s man meat was musky, hot and heavy, the skin soft like velvet coating steel, the rod pure strength and arousal. I moaned lustily, my cunny squeezing Sax, and he ground out, “Fuck, pussy feels good when she’s got cock in her mouth.”

  Obediently, I let Stryke feed me his dick inch by inch, stifling my gag reflex, not caring that I must have looked a mess, saliva pooling in the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin to hit the floor in wet spatters.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, stroking my hair as his dong disappeared between my lips. “Keep going,” he murmured.

  And soon I was airtight. I had two massive twelve-inchers buried in my body, one in my oral cavity and the other in my puss. I’d never felt so filled, plugged in every way, stuffed yet feminine. It was a new me, and I reveled in the experience.

  “Fuck me, fuck me,” I tried to say, but it just came out as an “Mmph! Mmph!” around my brother’s cock.

  But they knew what I was trying to say and began a rhythm in my body, syncopated at different ends, stuffing me in and out, treating me like a total fuckslut.

  And I loved it. A tremor built in the base of my spine, weakening my knees, and if I hadn’t had two cocks spearing me on both ends, I probably would have collapsed because the tidal wave came at once. With a muffled shriek, I shuddered and shook, my cunt clenching down on Sax’s shaft while I sucked w
ith renewed fervor on Stryke’s cock.

  “Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” I mumbled without abandon, the men’s heaving and pumping growing in intensity. With no warning, the dicks burst in me simultaneously, emitting sweet, hot man milk, spraying my pussy walls with fertile, hot seed while pumping viscous ejaculate down my throat. It only enhanced my orgasm, and I shook even harder on their poles, my body vibrating like a metronome gone crazed, rippling with waves of pleasure as I came again and again.

  As we recovered, I heard Stryke exclaim, “Fuck she’s a squirter!” as he looked down at himself. And I smiled because I knew it was true. I have the unique ability to ejaculate, my pussy spraying its female juice, and I wouldn’t be surprised if his thighs and abs were now coated in my cum.

  “Mmm, we’re lucky then,” growled Sax as he pulled his dick from my mouth, watching as the semi-flaccid pole emerged, drenched in saliva and sperm. I coughed slightly, my throat sore and dry, but it was totally worth it because that man meat had tasted good.

  “Girls who can spray are at a premium,” murmured Sax as the last of his dick came free, dripping wetly onto the floor. “Baby, you’re going to be one of our stars,” he rumbled, stroking my hair as I struggled to stand, my holes gaping, achingly empty all of a sudden.

  “It’s a lot of money, sister,” added Stryke, grinning as he wiped himself clean. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Stryke

  The little girl had proven slutty beyond our wildest dreams. Who would have guessed that the shy mouse we’d met at lunch so long ago would turn out to be a total fuckslut? Dollar signs should have been flipping before our eyes.

  But the thing is we haven’t filmed Melly for production yet despite the fact that she’s an obvious goldmine. I mean, we should have put her to work that very first day, time is money after all. Instead, my brother and I hadn’t even had her sign a contract. We’d just petted her a bit, stroked her hair, acted like she’s a little girl we want to take care of.

  And it’s the weirdest thing. Despite not really knowing her, Melanie’s special to us judging from all the extraordinary treatment she’s getting. And it’s not just a fluke -- my brother and I haven’t been using protection for the most damned reasons.

  “Brothers,” Melly said after a hot session, panting a bit as she straightened, her boobies jiggling, semen running down her thigh. “Should we have used something?” she asked with a confused expression. “I’m not on the pill.”

  Saxon and I had stopped short. Not on the pill? All fertile women used the pill, this was the twentieth century.

  But Melly saw the looks on our faces and shook her head.

  “I don’t use it because I wasn’t seeing anyone at school,” she said shyly. “And I don’t sleep around, so there was no need.”

  Fuck, this little girl really was different from the whores we worked with. Melanie was unstintingly generous when it came to sharing her body, but she was uniquely naïve and still young. Not all dudes were getting such a great package.

  “Honey,” said my brother gently. “Do you want to be on the pill?” He gave her a searching glance.

  She flushed. “No, I heard it makes you fat,” she whispered.

  “Then we won’t ask you to use it,” he reassured her. “But are there other types of birth control you want to try? Stryke and I are totally clean, so it’s just pregnancy that we’re talking about.”

  Melly paused for a moment, swallowing a bit, moving her hips as if still feeling twin cocks inside.

  “Well … maybe you could pull out when it’s time?” she asked.

  Fuck yeah! That was my favorite method of family planning. I hate condoms and I know my brother does too. Same with diaphragms and that IUD shit. It makes sex bad, I can always feel something poking or prodding right when it shouldn’t be. But I had to be diplomatic.

  “Are you sure?” I asked gently. “Saxon and I are great at controlling ourselves, but pulling out isn’t a perfect technique. Even bits of pre-cum can slip into your cunny and do the trick, especially because you’re a fertile eighteen year-old.”

  “I know,” she said softly, looking us in the eye. “But it just seems yummier to go bareback,” she confessed. “If you pull out right when you’re about to spurt, it’ll be warm and I don’t mind getting sprayed with semen … it makes me tingly inside and is good for the skin,” she said with a sweet smile.

  Mmm, facials were good for a girl’s complexion, I’m glad she brought that up.

  “Okay baby, we’re more than happy to pull out when the time comes,” I rumbled, stroking my dick again. Shit, the thought of taking her raw again was making me hard already. “But just remember … we’ll be fucking you a lot, so the chances of you getting pregnant are actually pretty high.”

  She smiled at us with a light in her eyes.

  “Don’t worry brothers,” Melly said sweetly. “I trust you.”

  Trust us to do what? Pull out at the right moment or do the right thing if she got pregnant? But at that moment I didn’t care. I needed to be in her again, and with a growl, we descended on that nubile, willing female form.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Melanie

  “Oh my god, where have you been Mel?” demanded Lauren. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks, are you okay?”

  I smiled to myself. Where to start? Lauren knew I’d flown off to LA for some in-person tryouts, but she had no idea that the owners of the production company were my very own stepbrothers. Hmmm, how to explain this to her? I decided to be vague.

  “Well, I had such a good time out there I decided to stay a little longer,” I hedged, avoiding answering directly. “I hope the directors pick me, but it’s still up in the air, the competition is so tough on the West Coast.”

  “Yeah,” commiserated Lauren. “There are so many pretty girls, plus everyone’s tan and skinny in LA, it’s intimidating. Well don’t worry,” she reassured me. “I’m sure you’ll get the job at the Donkey Club.”

  I laughed to myself. The Donkey Club was the last thing on my mind these days. Instead, I’d spent a huge portion of my time in bed with my brothers, fucking their brains out. It was raunchy and wrong, but oh my god, my body literally shakes when I’m in the room with them, my cunny gushing wetly, lubing itself for their rods.

  And Saxon and Stryke can’t get enough either. I’d moved into their pad in Malibu, and it was a palace. Floor to ceiling windows that looked right onto the ocean, plus a deck and swimming pool perfect for sunning myself. Exactly why people go to California and never leave.

  “How’s it going out here?” asked Saxon, dropping a kiss on my shoulder as I sun-bathed in a teeny bikini. “The view’s nice, isn’t it?” he said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows as he took in my creamy, curvy body.

  “Oh you!” I giggled, swatting his thigh, purposefully brushing his package with my tiny hand. I felt his groin twitch gratifyingly and reveled in the power I had over my brothers.

  “Aren’t we going to start filming soon?” I asked. My brothers were still going to Intercon every morning, doing their jobs. But oddly, they hadn’t asked me to star in any productions yet although I knew they’d begun filming the “Naughty Schoolgirls” video. Wasn’t I sexy enough?

  “We’re going to bring you in slowly,” Sax reassured me, stroking my hair, dropping a finger down to trail against my shoulder. “Not quite yet though, the time’s not right.”

  “Okay, just let me know when,” I said with a sunny smile. “Because I’ve got to get back to Virginia for mid-terms soon.”

  “No worries, little sister,” he murmured, this time his finger creeping under my bikini top and rubbing the underside of my breast. “Fly back east if you need to, we can always splice your scenes in later,” he reassured me.

  And I quit talking because Saxon had popped my boobs out of my bikini top and was stroking my nipple now, making me moan and writhe in ecstasy on the lounger. Unsurprisingly, the session devolved into another joining of our bodie
s, hot cum and vaginal juice dripping everywhere, smearing us, the deck, the chair.

  But Lauren’s voice on the phone later that day brought me back to reality with a jolt.

  “Are you coming back for the Anthro 1 exam?” she asked. “I hear it’s going to be pretty easy, probably A’s and B’s for everyone.”

  Oh shit, I’d forgotten. But I was actually somewhat prepared for that one, so it should be okay.

  “I’ll be back in town Wednesday,” I affirmed. “Pick me up from the airport?”

  “Sure no problem,” said my roommate. “And Mel,” she added. “There have been some frat boys acting weird, asking questions about you. Do you know Matt and Rick from Sigma Chi?”

  Hmm, that was odd. I’d been to one of their house parties a month or two ago, but those names didn’t ring a bell.

  “No, but who knows?” I said with a shrug. “Maybe they just wanted to borrow notes or something.”

  “Okay, just wanted to let you know,” she replied. “Cool, I’ll see you Wednesday,” she chirped before hanging up.

  I didn’t want to leave California and my brothers. But now that Saxon and Stryke were covering my tuition, it was even more important to do well and graduate.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Melanie

  Ah, Virginia. It was nothing like California, the sun mild instead of bright, the quad filled with leafy trees and imposing stone buildings. I liked it. I’d forgotten how regal Trinity was, the elite, private school feel permeating my bones.

  I logged onto my computer and immediately received a “ping” in gchat from a user named johnc1995.

  “Hey girl,” the message read. “Shake that a$$, luv seeing you on-screen.”

  Whatevs. Probably just some horny dude in Indonesia spamming whoever and whatever, hoping to get a reply.

  But another anonymous chat request came in minutes later, this time from Bobbyboy321.