Dream Blonde Delivery 
Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer 
Based on art by Jaguar found at www.poonet.com



PICTURE 1 SPYING ON NEIGHBOR


The alarm went off at approximately 8:25 in the morning. Chris's
hand shot out from under the covers and shut it off. The black
teen leaped out of bed and stretched. The air conditioning made
his room cold, so he pulled a red hooded sweatshirt on over his
bare chest. His daily morning stiffy strained against the
material of his sweat pants. Chris was rather thin and small for
his age, but his cock was the exception. It was plump and
swollen, larger around then even his skinny wrists and pushed
twelve inches long. He didn't know where it's immense size came
from. He'd caught his parents having sex once and his dad's prick
didn't come close to his in size even when fully aroused and
rampant. It wasn't a black thing. None of his classmates came
close to him in size, black or white. A few classmates showering
after gym teased him about it, calling him "Tripod", but for the
most part, it seemed to make his male friends uncomfortable and
they pretended not to notice. The news had apparently gotten out
though, as several girls had started flirting with him. Two had
seen it, one staring at it in awe, but refusing to touch it. The
other had actually touched it, but refused to do anything else
with it, though Chris felt she was starting to come around. His
cock strained to break free of his sweats. It's intimidating size
may have kept him a virgin, but Chris wouldn't have traded in his
big dick for nothing and he wouldn't stay a virgin forever. His
cock was getting uncomfortable, so he yanked his sweats down,
letting his cock spring free and then snapped his sweats back,
holding his cock against his stomach. That's better, he thought
sighing. He needed to take care of his erection, but that could
wait.

School was out for summer and Chris didn't have a job, nor did he
have any chores to take care of. None of his friends set their
alarm clocks during the summer. Chris would have preferred to
sleep in or to have gotten back into bed, put his laptop on his
lap and logged on to poonnet. There he could take care of his
swollen cock, jerking off to hot illustrations by several of
poonnet's talented artists and then gone back to bed. Chris
didn't need to get out of bed, but he did have a reason for doing
so. That reason was Brittany Stevens.

Chris walked over to his window and to the telescope looking down
from the second floor to his neighbors driveway across the
street. He had faked an interest in astronomy a few months ago so
that he could get a telescope for his birthday. That telescope
had never once been aimed at the sky. It was always aimed at the
Stevens' driveway.

Five minutes after his alarm had gone off, Chris was bending
over, eye pressed to the viewer on his telescope. He watched Mr.
Stevens stroll out his front door just like he did every week day
at 8:30am. The man recoiled a little when he hit the hot outside
air. He hurried to his car, eager to get his air conditioning
going and escape the heat. His wife followed him and Chris gasped
at what she was wearing. Brittany bent down and kissed her
husband through the window. Then she backed up and waved as her
husband backed out of the driveway. Chris wondered what she saw
in the old geezer of a husband. Brittany was in her late
twenties, but her husband was at least fifteen years older if not
twenty.

Chris stared at her as she waved to her husband. The hot bitch
was wearing black stretch pants that hung low on her hips.
Another quarter inch and the tops of her pubes would be showing
the pants were so low. She was wearing a tank top that stopped
just above her sexy flat stomach. Chris wanted to stick his
tongue in her navel and lick all over her belly before moving his
tongue up or down to her tits or pussy. Her tits were
magnificent, CC maybe DD, he didn't know cup sizes too well, but
he did know they were impressively big on her fit frame. The tank
top showed off a lot of cleavage and he could make out a red bra
strap sticking out on one shoulder. If she were his bitch, he
wouldn't allow her to wear a bra even if that's what made her
cleavage so impressive. Brittany Stevens was blonde, though not
naturally so. Her eyebrows were dark black. He wondered if she
dyed her pussy hair too. Not that he cared, if she were his
bitch, he make her shave it off.

Chris continued staring through the telescope as his hand slipped
inside his sweat pants. He grasped his straining cock and began
to jerk it off.


PICTURE 2 THE FUCK ME BABY DREAM SEQUENCE


"I love you so fucking much," whispered Chris as he watched
Brittany return to her house.

Chris stepped back and collapsed on to his desk chair. He spit in
his hand, leaned back and started jerking his cock off, slowly at
first, then picking up speed.

Brittany Stevens was one hot fucking bitch. He jerked off every
morning to images of her in his mind. Then he'd go back to bed,
check out poonnet, jerk off again to whatever hot interracial
picture struck his fancy, spend the day doing nothing, then jerk
off again before going to sleep. Sometimes during a particularly
boring summer day, home alone, he'd jerk off another time or two
just for something to do. His cock never let him down.

Brittany had looked extra fucking hot this morning. He loved
fucking summer. As soon as the winter clothes came off and he
started getting glimpses of her hot body, his hand would find the
shaft of his dick. First, the shorts would come out and he could
stare at her bare legs and if they were short enough, maybe a
hint of ass cheek. Long sleeves turned to short sleeves and short
sleeves turned to tank tops or halter tops. Once last summer when
the newlywed couple first moved across the street, he'd caught
her watering the lawn in a bikini and he'd practically cum in his
pants without even touching his cock.

Brittany liked sunning herself in a bikini apparently, though her
alabaster skin never got much of a tan. Unfortunately, she didn't
appear too fond of being viewed by the public while in her
bikini. She preferred the privacy of her backyard when
sunbathing. Chris had come up with a brilliant plan to introduce
himself to Mr. Stevens and offer to do yard work for the
hardworking man. Mr. Stevens was reluctant, but Chris quoted him
such a cheap price, the man couldn't turn him down. Chris would
wait until he saw Brittany moving about in the backyard preparing
to sunbath and then he'd stroll over to mow their lawn or trim
their hedges, but the moment Brittany saw him, she'd disappear
inside. Either she really didn't like to be seen in her bikini or
maybe she didn't like being on display for teenagers or maybe she
didn't like black people staring at her. Whatever her reason,
Chris's plan backfired and all last summer he was stuck mowing
their lawn once a week for practically no money. He hadn't
offered to mow their lawn this year.

"FUCK ME!" said Brittany.

Chris laid his head back and jerked his cock off faster now. She
was wearing a red girdle that left her boobs bare. Black gloves
covered her hands as she squeezed her tits, smiling alluringly,
invitingly.

"I want that big fucking black cock so bad," she moaned.

Brittany wore high heeled black fuck me pump sandals that left
her pretty little feet bare except for black straps. If you were
my bitch, he thought, I'd be sucking the red paint off one of
those big toes right now. Sexy see thru black panties covered her
pubic mound and he could see that she had granted his one wish. 
Her pussy was shaved bare. Her clit was erect with her arousal
for him, her pussy lips glistened with their wetness. One hand
left her tits and slipped down inside her panties.

"Fuck me now Chris. Fuck me like only you can," she moaned. "FUCK
ME!"

Chris' cock exploded. His cum shot several feet into the air
arcing downward to leave another one of the mysterious stains
that his mother always complained about all over his carpeted
floor.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, still stroking his cock, milking
every last drop of his voluminous ejaculate. His heavy scrotum
was sized to go with his cock and his big balls never failed to
produce a lot of semen. He pushed the wheeled chair back towards
his bed and the box of tissues on the nightstand beside it. He
grabbed some tissues and wiped up the sperm on his body. He then
tossed the wet tissues into the trashcan by the desk. The
trashcan always reeked of semen.

Chris sighed and considered going back to sleep, but he heard the
garage door going up across the street. Chris ran back to the
window. "Dayumn!" he growled, feeling his never satisfied cock
actually grow an inch. Brittany Stevens was standing in her
garage bent down, the full moon of her sweet ass filled the image
on his telescope. She was tying her sneaker laces and then she
stretched her legs. She was preparing to go for her morning run.
Chris watched her take off down the street at a slow steady pace.
He scrambled to get his own sneakers on. Five minutes later,
Chris was pedaling his bike in the opposite direction down the
street.

PICTURE 3 CHRIS WITH LAPTOP ON LAP

Chris liked watching her. He knew her routine. Brittany shopped
at the supermarket on Mondays and Fridays. He often biked there
to watch her push the cart around. She jogged about three days a
week, but switched the days around and even sometimes when the
sun was setting to avoid the heat. He was very familiar with the
route she took jogging.

Chris hurried the several blocks towards the park. He pulled his
bike up behind a bench and sat down, breathing heavily, sweat
pouring down his face. Gawd damn it was hot, but then Brittany
would be all sweaty too and five minutes later when she rounded
the corner he saw that he was right.

Chris watched her coming. She was sweaty. She'd tied her hair
back to keep it out of her eyes. Her entire body glistened, slick
with sweat. Her tank top was soaked. It clung to her fit body
like a wet tee shirt. He watched her boobs bouncing each time one
foot came down on the pathway. She moved like she was in slow
motion. The big melons on her chest slapped down on her right as
her left foot came down, then they bounced up to the left before
falling on her right only to bounce back up to the right. His
eyes followed her bouncing boobs as if hypnotized.

Brittany saw him sitting there. She glanced at him, then quickly
away, staring straight out in front of her. She moved to the edge
of the path to pass as far away from him as possible. Chris
wondered if she were on to him. She passed him without
acknowledging him, but then she never did, even when he used to
mow her lawn. His eyes followed her as she passed, but instead of
her boobs, he now stared at her ass, bouncing almost as much as
her boobs had.

He followed her back home staying a block behind her. His
pedaling hampered by another stiffy. Chris was soaked with sweat
when he parked his bike in his driveway. He hurried upstairs,
tossed off another one while in the shower, pulled his robe on,
and collapsed on his bed. He felt like going back to sleep, but
then he also felt like looking at some porn. Porn won.

Chris went to www.poonnet.com and was checking to see what the
latest update was when he noticed the "Member Request" notice. As
a member of poonnet.com you enjoy exclusive privileges no other
site can offer. Just fill out the form below. He finished reading
it. The form had a section for target, address, and member
request. "Well I fucking know what I want," he whispered, typing
Brittany Stevens name into the first section. He filled out the
address and then in the request section typed, "Bitch bound and
nude, delivered today." Chris's finger moved over and pressed the
submit button. "Lets see if they can fulfill that one," he said.
Chris quickly checked out the site's latest update and then set
his lap top on his nightstand deciding he would go back to sleep.

Chris had barely closed his eyes when his lap top beeped that he
had received an email. He sat up when he saw that it was from
poonnet.

Chris opened the email. It read: Congratulations, your special
member request has been accepted. At poonnet, membership has it's
privileges. Thank you for being a member of www.poonnet.com.
Would you like to track your order?

Chris snorted. "Yeah, I'd like to track my order," he said in
disbelief. He clicked on yes and submit. He immediately got
another email.

The poonbot has been dispatched.

Chris snorted again, shook his head and climbed out of bed. He
pulled his robe off, then stepped into a pair of jeans. He was
pulling on a white tee shirt when the next email arrived.

The poonbot has arrived at the transfer point.

Chris frowned. He moved over to his window. The old lady that
lived next door to him was walking her little rat dog in front of
Brittany's house. A very large man in a black suit and carrying a
briefcase was walking towards her down the sidewalk. Chris
couldn't make out the man's features, but he was huge and built
like a weightlifter. He looked like he would be very hot in the
dark suit. He was also wearing an old fashioned hat like
businessmen wore in the 1950's and 60's. The man tipped his hat
to the old lady who nodded at him. He appeared to have a dark
head covering or do-rag under his hat. The man turned and walked
towards the Stevens' front door.

Chris put his eye down on the eyepiece of his telescope. He saw
the man's hand come out and ring the doorbell. The hand was
white, huge and beefy. A heavyweight boxer wouldn't want to get
punched by the fist that hand could have made. Brittany opened
the door and Chris gasped again. She was barefoot. Appeared to
have showered after her morning jog. She'd changed into shorts.
This time she had pulled on a halter top that barely contained
her big tits and he could see her nipples through the top. No bra
on and her tits were as firm as they were when she wore one.
"Brittany, you are a fucking wet dream," growled Chris watching
the man tip his hat to Brittany. She looked at him suspiciously
until the man produced a business card. She read it, smiled, and
stepped aside so that he could enter her house. The door closed
behind them.

The poonbot is preparing your package.

Chris read the email and snorted again at the strangeness of the
situation. He felt his cock stiffen again as his mind entertained
to fantasy that maybe just maybe this was real. His computer
notified him that he had received another email.

The poonbot is in route to you with your package.

Chris ran back to the window and looked through the telescope.
Brittany's front door was open and the man in the dark suit was
filling the frame. He wasn't wearing a do-rag, but appeared to
have some sort of mask on. The man stepped out of the house. He
reached in and took his briefcase out, setting it beside him. The
man reached into the house again and this time took out a much
larger package. As he turned to shut the Stevens' front door, the
package swung around and Chris could see the form on a bound nude
woman hanging from his hand.

Chris gasped and stepped back from his telescope. The man in the
dark suit carried his briefcase in his left hand and the nude
Brittany Stevens hanging from black leather straps in his right.
The old lady was waiting for her dog to finish shitting in
Brittany's yard. She waved at the man in the dark suit as he
passed as if there was nothing strange about the situation. The
man nodded, his hat covering most of his face. He walked over the
sidewalk and down to the street. He waited for two cars to drive
past, then crossed the street carrying Brittany as easily as he
carried the briefcase. Chris held his breath as the man in the
dark suit stepped onto his lawn. His doorbell rang. The poonbot
has delivered your package.

PICTURE 4 POONBOT CARRYING BOUND BRITTANY IN DOORWAY


Chris flew down the stairs, skipping two at a time. He yanked his
front door open and stared in shock.

Brittany Stevens was indeed nude, but for red high heels on her
feet. She was bound, hand between her legs. Her ass and the
sexiest shaved quim Chris had ever seen was facing him, while
Brittany was facing away from him. She appeared drugged or half
asleep. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. Her
pussy glistened with wetness. It looked swollen, engorged with
Darousal. Her tits were also swollen and looked to have swelled
another cup size. They glistened too as if coated with baby oil.
Strange white circles capped her nipples. The circles had been
pushed down around her areola. Each white circle had three bent
prongs that curved outwards and served to keep Brittany's nipples
erect. Her nipples were swollen and engorged too. They looked
like her breasts might explode at any moment. Four black leather
straps encircled her body connected to several metal rings that
connected to the strap in the man's hand so that he could carry
her.

"My card," said the man in the dark suit. His voice was strangely
monotonous and emotionless.

The card was a www.poonnet.com business card. Chris looked at it
then up at the man. He gasped in shock and then took a step back
in fear.

"Don't be afraid Christopher. I am the POONBOT MODEL 2012. Here
is the bitch, nude and bound as per your request."

Chris stepped back so that the poonbot could enter his house.
Chris was so surprised, he found himself staring less at his nude
fantasy woman and more at the man's face. It wasn't human. It
appeared to be human but wearing a black ski mask only the front
of the mask had green metal facial features. The mask looked
insectoid, reminding him a little of a praying mantis.

PICTURE 5 THE POONBOT WITH THE NIPPLE CLAMPS

The poonbot set Brittany down and began undoing the straps. He
pulled her to her feet. As her blonde hair swung aside, Chris
could see a leather collar around her neck. She also had a
leather strap around her wrists binding her hands together. The
poonbot pulled Brittany's arms over her head and strapped the
wrist cuffs to the back of her neck collar, binding her hands
upwards over her back and forcing her to arch her back thrusting
out her new and improved breasts.

She moaned still appearing drugged or asleep, maybe even
hypnotized. Her eyes remained closed. Chris just stared
dumbfounded at her big ass titties. She'd already had stripper
titties, but these were male fantasy tittties. Chris had never
seen white titties or pink nipples outside of porn. He stared at
the big beautiful udders, milky white and smooth and at her
swollen nipples held erect and squeezed by the white circle
clamps. Her breasts still looked like they might pop at any
moment. "Why her titties so big?" he asked, eyeing the poonbot
suspiciously.

"It is necessary that we prepare Mrs. Stevens to properly serve
your needs, Christopher," said the poonbot. "Notice how her
breasts glisten? I have administered a coating of bovine growth
hormone to her breasts and nipples as well as her genitalia after
shaving her for you. Her skin is currently absorbing the
hormones." The poonbot reached out and pinched one of the clamps
around her nipples. Brittany moaned loudly, her hips making
little thrusting motions.

PICTURE 6 POONBOT REMOVING HER CLAMPS

"Bovine growth hormone?" said Chris thinking how right he had
been to think of them as udders. "Why?"

"It is necessary to induce lactation in the female. The hormone
also stimulates the genitals. Look between her legs Christopher.
Do you see her labia and clitoris?"

Chris didn't want to take his eyes off her tits, but he glanced
down between her legs. Her thighs were parted slightly and he
could indeed see her clit and pussy lips as swollen as her
nipples. "I see it alright," he said, looking at her wet genitals
and the wetness on the inside of her thighs.

The poonbot reached down and stuck one index finger between her
legs. Brittany's body spasmed and she moaned. "Her temperature is
99.3 degrees. She is hot and ready to receive your cock. The
hormone also makes her more docile and lowers her IQ." The
poonbot removed his finger and leaned down before the bound
woman. He put both hands on the nipple clamps, fingers squeezing
them to pinch her nipples. White fluid squirted out to cover his
thumbs and to dribble down the bottoms of her breasts. "Lactation
has commenced," said the poonbot. He hefted one of her large
udders and squeezed, milk squirted out about half a foot in a
steady stream from the swollen nipples.

PICTURE 7 POONBOT SQUEEZING HER BREASTS FROM BEHIND

"I must milk Mrs. Stevens to see if her breasts are producing
enough milk. If not, she will require another dose of the bovine
growth hormones."

"Those things couldn't get any bigger," said Chris, sitting down
on the couch. His cock was so uncomfortable he had to remove it

"AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH!," screamed Brittany as the poonbot pinched
one nipple. Her eyes flew open and she looked both confused and
horrified. Her breasts appeared to be causing her some pain and
having them milked provided some relief from the pressure.

The poonbot moved behind her. "Her breasts are at maximum size
and will not get any bigger. It is necessary that they produce
large quantities of milk. That is why she may need another
coating of hormone." The poonbot stood behind the woman, reaching
around her and squeezing both breasts. His hands gripped them
tightly causing the areas he wasn't squeezing to balloon up. Milk
shot out from both breasts in a steady stream at first turning to
a trickle and then a dribble.

"AHH!" she cried again and Chris wondered if her IQ had been
lowered to the point she could no longer talk. He half expected
to hear her "MOO" at any moment.

PICTURE 8 CHRIS SITTING AND HOLDING BONER

Chris sat back, staring at his fantasy dream blonde neighbor
being milked like a cow. He squeezed his big cock eager to sink
it deep in her needy pussy. The poonbot released her breasts, but
milk continued to drip from her nipples. "That's a lot of milk,"
said Chris.

"It is not enough," said the poonbot. "Mrs. Stevens will require
another coating.

"Why does she need to lactate?" asked Chris watching the poonbot
retrieve it's briefcase. It removed a jar containing an ointment
from the briefcase.

"It is necessary that you drink of her milk, Christopher. This
will create a psychological connection between you and Mrs.
Stevens similar to the one created by a mother breastfeeding her
baby. Once her breasts are drained they will slowly return to
normal over the next several hours, but the psychological
connection will remain. Mrs. Stevens will have a strong affection
and desire to make you happy. She will require further
programming to complete her transformation, but that can wait
until you've satisfied your current need to fuck her."

"Yippee," said Chris.

PICTURE 9 THE POONBOT COATING HER BREASTS

The poonbot opened the jar and poured a large quantity of the
oily gel into the palm of his left hand. He set the jar down and
let some of the hormone drip into his other hand making sure both
hands were full of the gel. The large humanoid robot then stepped
back behind the distraught young housewife. He reached around her
back again, his big hands grabbing her breasts.

Brittany was still standing with her arms over her head, hands
bound to the collar on the back of her neck. Her eyes had closed
again and she appeared asleep or drugged. As soon as the
poonbot's hands made contact with her breasts, her eyes flew open
again. Her head flew back and she moaned loudly at the contact.
She arched her back, thrusting out her massive mammaries as the
poonbot's hands coated every inch of her breast flesh.

Chris stared transfixed. The poor woman was mewling. Her breasts
looked like they might pop at any moment. He couldn't help
thinking that she reminded him of a poor cow that hadn't been
milked for awhile. The poonbot's hands squeezed and massaged her
lovely white breast flesh, then moved all around her swollen
nipples. Chris swore her areola grew larger as the poonbot coated
them in gel. Her areola definitely puffed up and her nipples were
as hard as plastic, white droplets of milk appearing on the tips
to drip down.

The poonbot released one breast, his hand sliding down her sexy
stomach, leaving a glistening trail behind it. The hand slid down
over one rib, over her navel, then her abdomen, and over her
shaved pubic mound. Brittany's whole body jerked as one large
finger entered her pussy. He moved the finger around, rubbing it
deep inside her, coating her pussy lips and clit with the gel.
When he was done, his hand moved back up to her breasts. Her
genitals looked even more aroused and swollen then before.

"I believe Mrs. Stevens is ready," said the poonbot.

PICTURE 10 MILK SHOOTING ON TO CHRIS TONGUE

The poonbot glanced at Chris over Brittany's shoulder. "I suggest
you slow down Christopher," it said. "You don't wish to spoil
your fun."

Chris's hand was rapidly stroking his cock and he could feel the
sperm starting to well in his balls. The poonbot was right and he
did slow down. He would save his first load for her needy pussy.

"Lean forwards," said the poonbot, walking Brittany over to face
Chris. He stopped about four feet from where Chris was sitting on
the couch. "Open wide." The poonbot squeezed the base of her
breasts causing the front to swell up like bowling balls. For a
second, her breasts looked like they might pop like a balloon,
but just when Chris thought they were about to burst, twin
streams of milk shot from her nipples. The stream from her left
breast fell right on Chris's extended tongue. He arched his neck
so that the stream of milk slid into his mouth. The poonbot
pushed her right breast against the left so that both streams
were now filling Chris's mouth. The black teen gulped it down
each time his mouth filled. He had never tasted anything so good
as Brittany Stevens' breast milk.

She held her eyes closed, teeth gritted as she was milked. The
poonbot's hands moved rapidly, squeezing and kneading her breast
flesh. There was no noticeable decrease in the volume of milk she
was producing. Chris's belly was rapidly filling, but it was so
good, he didn't want to stop.

"Her breasts are filling as fast as I can milk them," stated the
poonbot. "They will require pumping."

PICTURE   CHRIS SUCKING HER TITS

"You will need to nurse from her breasts to relieve the pressure
while I prepare the pumps, Christopher" said the poonbot.

Chris didn't need to be told twice. He jumped off the couch and
stepped in front of his neighbor. He was shorter then her and
didn't have to stoop much to plant his lips over one nipple. He
had touched one of his date's breasts over her bra once, but had
never sucked on a woman's tits before and never touched a white
woman's breasts. The paleness of her bosom and the swollen pink
nipples filled him with awe. He sucked one of her hard nipples
between his lips, gently biting down with his teeth and letting
his tongue swirl around the hard little knobs.

"AIYEEE!" squealed Brittany.

Chris looked up at her as he continued sucking and licking her
breasts, milk filled the back of his throat with each flicker of
his tongue across her nipple. Chris clamped his mouth down hard
around her nipple and pulled his head back as he sucked,
stretching her breast out. He opened his mouth letting her breast
snap back and moved his attention to her other nipple.

Chris flickered his tongue up and down over her erect nipple. She
stood very still and he couldn't understand what was holding her
up. He bit down over this nipple and sucked, biting, and teasing
it, milk filling his mouth until he let it slide down his throat.

"AAAHHH!!!" moaned Brittany as the milk left her breast. "T-thank
you," she stuttered out using the biggest words Chris had her say
in her current state.

Chris pressed the end of his fingers against her sexy flat
stomach while he sucked her nipple. She sucked her tummy in while
he let his fingers slide down her belly and over her smooth pubic
mound. The tip of his index finger touched her swollen slit, then
slid down over the outsides of her swollen labia. Her pussy lips
were dripping with arousal and the hormone gel. His finger
entered her. The heat of her insides surprised him as he worked
his finger in deeper. He moved his finger around exploring her
pussy before pulling back and adding a second finger inside her.
After several pumps of his fingers, he detected small thrusts of
her pelvis. Her pussy started responding to his fingers. She
started humping him, slowly, then faster, then faster. He held
his fingers still, but her pussy kept pushing down into him.

"CUMM..." she cried and warm fluid poured down over Chris' hand.

"I'm ready," said the poonbot.

PICTURE APPLYING SUCTION PUMPS

Chris reluctantly stepped back from the bound woman. He moved
back and sat down heavily on the couch. His hand found his hard
black cock again, but this time, his hand was wet and slick with
her cum. It slid up and down his hard shaft more easily this
time.

The poonbot had removed two clear white spigots from his
briefcase. One end was the spigot and the other a suction cup.
Black wires traveled from the tops of the pumps to the briefcase.
The suction cups covered her nipples perfectly as the poonbot
attached them to her breasts. The spigots aimed downwards, little
faucets attached to the ends of her breasts. Chris could clearly
see her nipples inside the clamps.

The poonbot turned his briefcase around so that Chris could see
the machine inside. Next to the pumping machine was a bottle of
whiskey. "The hormones are working too well. Mrs. Stevens'
breasts are producing  milk much too quickly."

"Is that dangerous?" asked Chris.

"Yes, but not as long as the pumps are working. Do not worry. The
more milk Mrs. Stevens produces, the more you can drink and the
more she will be bonded with you."

PICTURE MILKING HER AND WHISKEY

"Observe," said the poonbot, clicking the on switch for the
milking device located inside his briefcase. The pump kicked into
action.

Chris leaned closer, staring through the clear plastic of the
spigots covering Brittany's nipples. There was a soft "SPLOSHH!"
as jets of milk shot from her nipples to strike the small bladder
inside the spigots. His neighbor moaned in relief as she was
milked. Jet after jet of milk filled the bladder which filled
rapidly and then milk began dripping from the spigots.

The pump was working so well that Christopher could see the
suction cup ends of the spigots squeezing her nipples with each
pump of the machine. He kneeled before Mrs. Stevens. Chris ducked
under her over sized bosom and let the trickling milk fall on his
tongue before her bent his head under the stream and let his
mouth fill. He continued lapping at her milk while his large
black hand came up to run over her freshly shaved pubic mound. He
fingered her again, letting first one the several fingers slip
between her wet pussy lips to feel the heat inside her wet pussy.
Brittany moaned and humped at his fingers. The bitch was ripe for
fucking.

"Please," she begged. Chris couldn't tell what she was asking
for. Did she want her hands uncuffed from behind her neck? Did
she want the suction pump removed? Was she begging to be let go
and returned home or was she begging to get fucked? Chris choose
to believe it was the latter.

Meanwhile, the poonbot had removed two glasses from his briefcase
and filled them 2/3's full with whiskey.


PICTURE ADDING MILK TO WHISKEY AND DRINKING

The poobot turned a dial increasing the suction on the pumps and
thus increasing the flow of milk from Brittany's huge breasts.
The trickle of milk pouring from the spigots turned into a steady
stream. The poonbot held out a glass of whiskey to the black
teen.

Chris reached out and took the glass. "What's this for?" he
asked.

"A toast," said the poonbot holding his glass under Brittany's
right breast.

Chris followed suit, holding his glass under the left spigot.
Brittany's breast milk filled the two glasses, the white fluid
clouding the golden colored whiskey. They pulled their glasses
away from the spigots before they overflowed.

"A toast to your new sex slave," said the poonbot holding the
glass up towards Chris.

Chris looked into his glass. He'd snuck a beer or two at parties,
but he'd never tried hard liquor. "You know I'm not legal," he
told the poonbot.

"Seriously Christopher," replied the poonbot. "Is any of this
legal?"

Chris looked over at his bound neighbor still standing erect.
Milk streamed down from the spigots over her nipples to splatter
on his parents carpet leaving a large wet stain. Chris shrugged
and clinked his glass against the poonbot's glass. "Chers," he
said, guzzling the whiskey down so fast some dribbled down his
chin to stain his tee shirt.

"And now mine," said the poonbot handing his glass over to Chris.

Chris looked up at the poonbot. It didn't have a mouth to speak
of. Just a slitted opening in the mantid face. Chris took the
whiskey and gulped it down. The hard liquor wasn't bad at all,
especially diluted with milk. When he finished the second glass,
he felt a little light headed.

PICTURE POONBOT YANKS OFF SUCTION PUMP AND TELLS CHRIS TO FUCK
HER

"It should be safe to cease milking Mrs. Stevens now," said the
poonbot. It turned to the briefcase and clicked the pump switch
off.

The stream of milk falling from her breasts to the carpet turned
to a trickle and then to drips as the pump quit working.
Strangely, her nipples continued to swell and contract as if the
milking process was continuing. Milk continued to jet from the
engorged nipples, but in lesser quantities then before. The
poonbot seemed unconcerned that she was still dripping milk and
Chris didn't worry about it.

The poonbot grabbed the wires leading from the pump to the
spigots attached to Brittany's nipples. He wrapped the wires
around his beefy fist and started pulling.

Chris turned his attention to his neighbor. The wires running up
to her tits were stretched taut as the poonbot pulled them. She
was wincing in pain as her over inflated breasts were pulled
upwards by the suction cups around her nipples. Short jets of
milk continued filling the reservoir and dripping from the
spigots. With a loud "POP!" the suction cups came free of her
nipples. Brittany Stevens' massive breasts jiggled up and down,
milk shooting from her hard nipples to splatter all over the
living room floor in front of her. For the first time she moved,
stepping backward, arching her back, trying to maintain her
balance as her breasts continued to shake. She stopped as she
backed into the couch.

The poonbot hauled up the wires and stowed them away on the
briefcase. He took a small rag out of one pocket and began wiping
the remaining milk from the spigots. The poonbot was
concentrating on cleaning and putting away it's gear. It wasn't
even looking at Chris or Brittany when it said, "You should fuck
her now."

Brittany Stevens tottered on her feet and fell back to sit
heavily on the couch. Her hands still over her head.

PICTURE CHRIS LEAPING OUT OF PANTS AND ENTERING HER ON COUCH

Chris practically leaped out of his clothes. His tee shirt was
off in a second. His pants were still down around his ankles and
soon his pants were off, quickly followed by his socks. His cock
was still rock hard and sticking straight out, ready for it's
first taste of white pussy or any pussy for that matter.

The poonbot finished putting it's equipment away. It slammed the
briefcase shut and turned to stare at Chris as the black teen
quickly strolled up to his neighbor sitting prone on his couch.
The poonbot slid it's hands into the suit's pockets and just
stood there, saying nothing, as if casually waiting for it's job
to finish.

Brittany had fallen sideways on the couch. Chris pulled her up
and pulled her legs apart. He pushed down hard on his steely
cock, lining it up with her swollen, dripping genitals. His
neighbor still seemed drugged and half comatose, but he was aware
that she actually spread her legs a little wider for him,
inviting him inside.

Once again, he was surprised at how much heat the inside of her
pussy was giving off. Only this time, the heat wasn't engulfing
his fingers. It was surrounding the tip of his cock. His hands
grabbed the milky white flesh of her pale breasts and squeezed.
Milk squirted out from her nipples. He gripped her breasts
tightly, using them for leverage as he slowly pushed his cock
inside her.

Brittany Stevens had one tight pussy, but then Chris was sure
she'd never had a cock like his before. As wet and hungry for
cock as her pussy was, she still had to stretch open wide so that
he could enter her. The heat slowly swallowed his golf ball sized
cock head. He worked the head around inside her pussy a  little,
letting her juices coat it and some of his shaft before pushing a
little more in.

Chris pictured himself, slamming his cock forwards. His youth and
inexperience had him cumming in no time at all. His first taste
of white pussy was so hot and wet that there was no way a teen
could last more then a minute. But somehow he managed!

Chris had complete self control. He didn't slam his cock forwards
and hump at her like crazy until he came a minute later. He held
his cock still, with just the head inside her, letting her
stretch to accommodate his size. He worked another inch in and
then another. He heard her moan and knew she was loving her first
taste of dark meat. His body felt warm. Heat seemed to be
traveling through his veins. He felt drunk with lust and booze.
And suddenly he knew that it was the whiskey giving him the
stamina of a much older man. The whiskey was going to help him
fuck his neighbor like a well experienced man fucks a woman, not
like a teen virgin fucks a girl for the first time.

He slowly worked inch after inch inside her. Her pussy walls were
hot and slick. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock, pulling him
inwards, wanting him deeper. She moaned, eyes still closed, but
her hips were now raising up into his cock as he pushed it deeper
and deeper. He was only half in when he met resistance. Instinct
told him that he now as deep as her husband could go. Well Chris
wasn't old Mr. Stevens, he was a real man and he was going to
fuck Mrs. Stevens like only a real man could.

It took longer to open up her virgin territory, but he could tell
she was loving it. Her body shivered beneath him, her white flesh
shaking with lust as his huge black cock probed deeper and
deeper. She purred and moaned and mewled, thrusting her hips up
into his thrusting cock. Her vaginal muscles continued tugging
his cock. The bitch wanted it buried inside her and she was about
to get her wish. Chris felt his cock head knocking at the
entrance to her womb. He angled his cock up and pushed it through
her cervix. The last few inches pushed into her, her heat and
wetness fully engulfing his shaft.

She shuddered underneath him. She moaned, her moan turning to a
scream. For a brief moment, Brittany Steven's eyes opened. She
stared into his eyes. Her vaginal muscles squeezed down around
every inch of his foot long shaft, then her pussy seemed to
expand as a hot fluid poured from her body, coating his cock and
dripping down their conjoined crotches to coat his balls and drip
to the carpet.

Brittany Stevens had just cum.

PICTURE CHRIS FUCKING HER

Chris decided that pussy was his new favorite thing in the world.
Hunched over his neighbor, Chris had an awesome view of her body
and of his cock sticking out of her pussy.  God damn, she had a
hot body. Her flat sexy belly was undulating as his cock slowly
moved in and out of her. Her shaved pubic mound was the hottest
thing he'd ever seen and he swore that he could see it bulge out
each time he buried his cock in her.

"FUH!" moaned Brittany.

Chris squeezed one of her tits and shook it, watching the milk
shoot out. Her breasts hadn't stopped lactating yet. He bent down
and sucked the nipple between his lips. Milk struck the back of
his mouth to roll around on his tongue.

"FUH KA!" groaned Brittany writhing in ecstasy.

Chris reared back and moved his hands to her thighs. He pushed
back her legs back so that they were open further. He angled his
cock down and began fucking her harder, the whiskey coursing
through his veins filling him with stamina and strength. He
pulled his cock almost out and then let gravity slam his cock
back into her womb.

"FUH KA ME!" she screamed, "FUCK ME!"

It was like her mind had trouble remembering the words, her
lowered IQ had her so dumbed down. "I am fucking you, bitch." he
growled, looking into her half lidded eyes. "Just like I always
dreamed I'd be fucking you. Giving you my big black cock."

"LUV BLAC COK," she cried.

Brittany Stevens ungritted her teeth. She lifted her head up from
the back of the couch. Chris brought his head down, their lips
pressed together. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, but her
tongue was pushing back, dueling with his. Her pussy suddenly
spasmed as she came again.

PICTURE CHRIS CUMMING AND PULLING OUT

Her breasts were thrust out from her arched back. She seemed to
struggle with her bounds. Chris reached behind her neck and
unhooked her bound wrists from the neck collar. She brought her
hands to his chest trying to caress him as he pumped her pussy. 
He buried his cock and held it still while he undid the straps
holding her wrists together. Once her hands were free, she ran
them down his chest and over to grab his hips. She started
pulling and pushing on his hips, urging him to fuck her faster.
"FUH KA me with your black COK," she pleaded.

It was suddenly too much for the teen. Chris started humping her
like mad. His large cock pistoned in and out of her pussy so fast
he started panting and sweat started glistening on his black
skin. He was ready to cum. He wanted to cum so badly, but his
amazing stamina allowed him to go another fifteen minutes at this
quick pace before he started to feel the cum welling up in his
balls. "Gonna cum," he groaned.

"YESSS!"

"Fuck! Shit! Here it cums." Chris pushed his cock in deep and
blew his first load straight into her womb.

The poonbot interrupted, but was a little too late. "I should
warn you, Christopher that Mrs. Stevens can still get pregnant
and her elevated temperature suggests extreme fertility at the
moment."

By that time, Chris had already shot three loads of his potent
semen inside her pussy. Still, he yanked his cock out, sperm
shooting from his cock to coat every inch of her spasming vagina.
Brittany's own orgasm had her womb contracting to suck up even
more of his seed. Chris' cock sprang free and shot it's final few
blasts of semen onto her belly as he tightly gripped her milk
laden breasts.

Gasping for breath, Chris stepped back. He stared at her pussy,
splayed open and covered in his white seed. Cum started trickling
from her pussy to drip down the couch and on his carpet.

Exhausted, Chris walked over to his dad's recliner and sat down
heavily on the seat, gasping for breath.

PICTURE OF POONBOTS COCK AND FUCKING HER DOGGY STYLE

"My turn," said the poonbot.

Chris looked at the cyborg in surprise. It had unbuttoned it's
pinstripe suit. The black material covering it's head extended
down to his chest. It had metallic green oval over where it's
nipples should have been and another pair of ovals above those.
The green ovals were lit by some unseen energy source and they
gave off a soft glow. It's abdominals were bare and appeared to
be human flesh like his hands. Another lit green oval covered
where a human navel would have been, the black material extending
down from it's navel and forming a black chastity belt or diaper.
He had no penis and appeared as sexless as a Ken doll. Completely
human thighs, legs and feet appeared at the poonbot dropped his
pants to the ground.

There was a metallic clang and a black ring appeared centered in
the thing's crotch. Another clicking sound and a second ring
appeared on top the first and then a third. The poonbot was
growing a penis right in front of his eyes. It reminded Chris of
a collapsible toy light saber he had. Each ring of the plastic
collapsed inside the larger outer ring, only in the poonbot's
case, the light saber was extending. The rings quit forming and
then a long silvery metallic shaft grew out from the rings. Dark
green lines of glowing energy ran up the silver metal similar to
veins on a human cock. As the metallic shaft quit glowing, there
were more clicks as black rings grew from the end of the shaft, a
final black curved and rounded end grew out of the rings. The
things' robot cock was huge, bigger then Chris's black one. Just
when he thought it had finished growing, the domed black head
opened and slid down revealing the large spongy pink knob of a
human appearing cock head.

The poonbot was pants less, but kept it's coat jacket on as it
rapidly walked towards a still moaning and writhing Brittany
Stevens. It roughly grabbed the back of her neck by her collar,
dragged her down to the end of the couch and dropped her upper
torso to the floor. Her ass and legs remained on the couch. The
poonbot sat on the edge of the couch. Without touching it's cock,
the large metallic shaft bent down of it's own accord to rest
between her lovely ass cheeks. It pulled it's hips back, the huge
penis moving further down to line up with her splayed open pussy.
The poonbot moved it's hips forwards, the human like cock head
pushing into her pussy.

"WAIT!" yelled Chris not wanting to see the robot fuck his new
girlfriend.

"I cannot," answered the robot, pushing it's cock deep inside
her. "The ejaculation program is running and cannot be
terminated."

"Why do you need to fuck her?"

The poonbot began humping her pussy in a rapid, rhythmic fashion.
It turned it's head on it's left shoulder and said, "My semen
does not contain sperm, it contains nanobots. They will spread
throughout Mrs. Steven's body reprogramming her to better serve
you, Christopher. Mrs. Stevens is attracted to older, father
figures, now she will prefer young men. Mrs. Stevens has a deeply
embedded mistrust of black males, now she will prefer black
males. Mrs. Stevens will be as obsessed with you as you are with
her. Mrs. Stevens will be so eager to please you, that she will
be willing to do anything your perverted mind can think of." The
poonbot turned it's head almost in a complete 180 so that it was
looking back over it's shoulder straight at Chris. "And we both
know what a perverted mind you have, don't we Christopher?"

Chris gulped as the poonbot's head turned back to look down at
the woman it was fucking. The slut's hands were on the floor and
she was moaning as she tried to push her ass back into his
thrusting cock. Chris heard her cum then she screamed and came
again. She was loving the poonbot's cock.

"Preparing ejaculation," intoned the poonbot. The rapid fucking
movement of it's hips started slowing. It slammed it's hips
forwards and held them still, it`s entire huge shaft buried in
her pussy. "Uploading ejaculate." The pretty young woman
underneath him suddenly went crazy. She humped her pussy into his
cock, moaning and crying out with joy. "Uploading ejaculate at
27%." Brittany appeared to be cumming like mad. "Uploading
ejaculate at 54%"

"Cumming," she mewled. "Cumming, cumming, CUMMING! Give me all
your cum." It was the most coherent thing Chris had her say yet
and she wasn't finished. "Fill my pussy, knock me up. I love it.
CUMMIINNGG!!"

"Uploading ejaculate at 92%," said the poonbot, squeezing the
writhing woman's ass cheeks to hold her still. "Uploading
ejaculate at 99%. Ejaculation complete," it said.

Chris heard the clicking sound again. The poonbot didn't move for
a moment. Chris thought it still had it's cock buried in his
neighbor, but when the noise ended, it stood straight up and the
cock was gone having collapsed back into it's body making it
appear sexless again. Semen poured from Brittany's pussy in a
gusher, but it wasn't white like Chris', it was silver and
metallic looking, filled with tens of millions of nanobots.

TAKING A PICTURE FOR THE HOMEPAGE

Chris pulled on his tee shirt, but kept his pants off while the
poonbot dressed.  "What now?" asked Chris.

"I will return Mrs. Stevens to her home. I need to get her
cleaned up before her husband gets home. The nanobots will finish
reprogramming her tonight while she sleeps."  The poonbot
finished dressing and straightened it's suit as if it were
concerned with it's appearance. It reached one of it's meaty
hands into a pocket and pulled out a small digital camera. "I'll
need a picture for the website," it said.

"Oh, ok," said Chris.

The poonbot walked over to Brittany still laying on the couch. It
reached under her and lifted her up. It strolled over to the
middle of the tiled floor near the kitchen and pulled her up to
her knees by the neck collar. "Go stand beside her, Christopher,"
said the poonbot.

Chris walked over and stood beside his neighbor. "Wait a second,"
he said as the poonbot raised the camera up to take their
picture. Still wearing nothing but his tee shirt, Chris ran over
to the table where his family kept their dog's leash. He grabbed
the red leash, returned to Brittany and hooked it to her collar.
His neighbor's knees had spread out, lowering her pussy closer to
the floor. She had one hand on the floor in front of her, keeping
herself from falling forward. She was still in her drugged or
hypnotized state. Sperm dripped from her pussy to the floor. It
was both white and silvery, a mixture of Chris's and the
poonbot's semen. Her breasts were closer to normal now, but her
nipples remained engorged and they continued to leak milk. Chris
grabbed the end of the leash, stood beside his neighbor, and held
to fingers up. "Peace," he said as the poonbot took his picture.

Chris felt something nuzzling his penis as the poonbot lowered
the camera. He looked down to see Brittany's nose buried in his
crotch. Her tongue came out and licked the shaft of his cock.
"Love black cock," she whimpered, licking it again. Chris' cock
extended and inch. She lowered her head and took his cock head
into her mouth. Chris's cock went full mast in the matter of two
seconds while Brittany held his cock head in her mouth, her
tongue twirling around the crown and pee slit.

"Enough," ordered the poonbot. "I need to get Mrs. Stevens home
immediately."

"But this feels so good," whined Chris. Her mouth felt as hot as
her pussy.

"There will be plenty of blow jobs in the future. For now, I must
get her home and ready before her husband gets home.

"Alright," moaned Chris stepping back.

Brittany leaned forwards, following his retreating cock. "More
please," she whimpered.

The poonbot approached Chris and took the end of the leash. "On
your feet, Mrs. Stevens." The poonbot led Brittany by the leash
to the front door. He paused to set his briefcase down. The
poonbot stood back up and tipped his hat to Chris. "Good day to
you Christopher," it said, placing the hat back down on it's head
and stopping to pick the briefcase up. Chris opened the front
door for it. "Thank you for subscribing to www.poonnnet.com. I
hope you enjoy your special membership privileges."

"Oh I will," said Chris. The poonbot nodded at him and led
Brittany by the leash out the front door.

Chirs raced up the stairs to his room and to his bedroom window.
He watched the poonbot lead Brittany over to her house. Several
cars drove by and a young mom pushed a baby in a stroller past
the strange pair, but just like this morning no one seemed to
notice the strange cyborg leading a naked woman by a leash.

Chris sat by the window for over an hour. Occasionally, he would
peer through the telescope, scanning her windows for signs of
life. Finally, the poonbot exited Brittany's house by her front
door. She followed him out wearing the same sexy halter she had
this morning. Her breasts looked normal again and she seemed
alert again, smiling as if saying goodbye to an old friend. She
gave him a quick hug, her cheek resting against it's chest. When
she stepped back, the poonbot tipped it's hat to her and turned
to walk down her driveway. It turned right on the sidewalk and
just as it was rapidly strolling away, Mr. Stevens pulled up into
the driveway. Brittany hugged and kissed her husband then led him
inside their home.

Later that night, Chris had showered and dressed in his pajamas.
He logged on to poonnet and was pleased to see the picture of him
holding Brittany's leash was on their homepage. The site asked
him to rate his experience, perfect, good, normal, or bad. He
moved the mouse cursor over to perfect and clicked it. Then Chris
went to bed.


PICTURE CHRIS FUCKING HER IN WOODS

The alarm went off at approximately 8:25 in the morning. Just
like yesterday, Chris's hand shot out and shut the beeper off. He
felt a weight down by his legs. He sat up and saw that his lap
top had fallen over. He pulled his computer upright and winced
when he saw that the screen and keyboard were covered in flakes
of cum. He took it out of hibernation and stared at poonnet's
homepage. There was no picture of Brittany and him staring back
at him. There was only poonnet's regular homepage. It had all
been a dream.

Chris set the laptop aside and slid out from under the covers.
His pajama bottoms were around his ankles. His cock was hard and
also covered in flakes of semen. He must have jerked off to
poonnet and dreamed the entire thing. "Damn!" he grunted, wishing
it had all been real. Still, it had been a great dream.

At 8:30am, Chris found himself looking though his telescope at
the Stevens' as they said their morning goodbyes. Brittany wasn't
wearing a sexy outfit this morning, just a bulky old robe. She
kissed her husband and stepped back as he got into his car and
backed out of their driveway. Chris was just about to quit spying
on them when Brittany's head came up and stared right in his
bedroom window. He jumped backwards and fell on his ass. Scared,
he slowly rose to his knees and peeked back out his window using
just the top of his head. He prayed Brittany wasn't on her way
over to tell his parents that he was spying on her. He caught
sight of her disappearing into her house and gave a sigh of
relief.

Chris dressed in sweat pants and a tee shirt. He set his laptop
up on his desk and went back to poonnet after cleaning his dried
cum of the keyboard and screen. This wasn't the first time he had
to clean his laptop and probably wouldn't be the last. He checked
poonnet for updates, scanning every possible page, wishing he'd
stumble upon the picture of he and Brittany again, but knowing it
had all been a dream.

Around thirty minutes after her husband had left, Chris heard her
garage door opening. He looked up expecting to see Brittany
Stevens walk out in her jogging outfit. What he did see, shocked
him. Chris leaned forwards staring at his neighbor and wondering
why she was deviating from her routine.

Brittany Stevens was dressed up. She wore a little red dress, cut
low to show off her impressive cleavage and so short, it showed
off half her thighs. She had on dark nylons and black high heels.
A quick peek through the telescope showed she was also wearing
some makeup.  He sat back and out of sight as she walked down to
the sidewalk and strolled away. He could hear her heels clicking
as she walked along the route she normally jogged. For a minute,
Chris thought that he shouldn't follow her after she'd almost
caught him watching her that morning. His curiosity got the
better of him and he bounded down the steps to his bicycle.

Chris made it to the park bench with plenty of time to spare
since she was moving at a much slower pace on her walk then she
would have while jogging. He ended up waiting so long, that he
almost left guessing that she may have traveled along a different
route. Just when he was about to get up and remount his bike, he
saw her walking in the distance.

Brittany was strolling briskly. Her heels made a clomp clomp
sound as she walked. She saw him and crossed to the other side of
the trail just like she always did, but this time, she didn't
stare straight ahead. She turned her head to watch him. As she
got closer, her pace slowed down and she continued to stare at
him. To Chris's surprise, as she got close to the bench she
stopped and walked up to him. "Uh- Hi Mrs. Stevens," he said.

"You're my neighbor boy, right?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"I was hoping you'd be here neighbor boy. I need your help
finding something."

"Ok."

"It's back here neighbor boy," said Brittany. "Follow me."

"It's Chris," he said, standing to follow her.

"Yes, Chris, that's right," she muttered leading him off the
trail and into the wooded park. "You used to mow my lawn."

Brittany led him far from the trail into a little clearing off
the main park. The clearing was mowed and had short grass, but it
was nearly completely surrounded by bushes and trees. Chris saw a
few beer cans laying nearby and even a used condom. "What did you
lose, Mrs. Stevens?" he asked.

Brittany walked to the center of the clearing and turned to face
him. She looked strange, nervous and jumpy, yet wanton and she
was staring at him strangely. She held her hands up before her
breasts and Chris saw the sunlight glistening off her wedding
ring. Then she slowly lowered her hands so that his eyes followed
them. Her hands moved down to the hem of her dress and slowly
started pulling her dress up. Chris gulped as he watched her
garters appear and then he could make out the tip of her bare
crotch. "I appear to have lost my panties," she said, showing him
her pussy. Brittany didn't stop there. She pulled her dress up
and over her head. She was wearing a slip under her dress. The
garters were attached to her slip and her nylons. Her erect
nipples were visible through the slip. The slip hung low. She
reached up and pulled the top up the slip out and then down over
her breasts. "I appear to have lost my bra also."

"Wow!" Chris choked out, staring at her. Her breasts were their
normal CC or DD's, not the milk laden monster breasts he'd
dreamed about. Her nipples weren't huge round saucers dripping
milk, but they were hard with arousal. He actually liked them
better this way.

"I'm glad you approve Chris. I need something from you," she
said, her fingers came up and pinched her nipples. She stared at
his crotch, watching his sweat pants tenting out from his rapidly
growing erection. "My husband doesn't satisfy me anymore," she
told him stepping forward. She reached down to squeeze his cock
through his pants. "Now it's my turn to say, Wow," she said.
"You're a big boy aren't you?"

"Biggest in my class," replied Chris, gulping again.

"I knew you would be." Brittany fell to her nylon covered knees
right before Chris. "I need something younger then my husband,"
she said, pulling his sweat pants out. "Something bigger," she
added pulling his pants down. Chris stood there with his cock
straining against his underwear and his sweat pants around his
knees. "Something blacker," she growled grabbing the hem of his
underwear and yanking them down. She seemed surprised when his
cock smacked her in the face. "Wow!" she said again, staring at
his huge shaft. "Yes, this will do, this will do nicely."

Chris felt the tip of his cock engulfed in her hot wet mouth. She
bobbed her head slowly over the end, coating his cock with her
saliva, getting used to his size. She swallowed more and more of
his cock. He felt the head push down her throat. She gagged and
pulled back, her eyes looking up at him apologetically. "Sorry,
you're bigger then I'm used to and I only do this for my husband
on his birthday."

"S'ok," said Chris.

Brittany took his cock back down her throat. This time she didn't
take it slow, but attacked it with gusto. She swallowed more then
half and held still, looking up at him for approval. He could
feel her tensing up to keep from gagging. He winked down at her
and she backed up until only the head was in her mouth. She
twirled her tongue around his cock head, breathing heavily
through her nose. When she had caught her breath. She slammed her
face down into his crotch. Chris felt his cock shove deep in her
throat. She looked up at him again, this time her nose was in his
pubic hair. He nodded and Brittany began sucking his cock as
rapidly as she could.

She seemed so eager to please him that Chris began to wonder if
yesterday might have been real after all. Unlike yesterday, with
the whiskey flowing through his veins giving him amazing stamina,
today he was a teenage kid getting his first blowjob. His cock
exploded down her throat after only a few minutes of her rapid
sucking.  Brittany immediately pulled her head back, letting her
mouth fill with his cum, gulping it down as rapidly as his huge
balls could pump it out. Her hands jerked his shaft trying to
squeeze every bit of his seed into her mouth. "I always wanted to
taste a black man's cum," she told him before holding her tongue
out under the last bit of sperm dripping from his cock head.

Brittany stood back up, licking her lips. Chris just stared at
her dumbfounded as she reached out and began undressing him. When
he was nude, she ran her hands up his chest, then down to his
hardening cock. She stepped closer looking up at him, their lips
approaching. He couldn't care less that he had just cum in her
mouth. He brought his lips down on hers, their tongues dueling as
they kissed passionately.

Their bodies fell to the grass.  Brittany pushed him down on his
back. She mounted him, squatting just high enough to get his cock
head on her pussy lips, then lowering herself down over his big
shaft. "Aahhh, ohh goddd," she moaned taking him inside her. "I
dreamed I fucked you last night neighbor boy," she groaned.

"You did?" he asked trying hard not to thrust his hips up into
her, wanting this to last.

"Yes," she mewled arching her back as she rode him. "Your cock
was big in my dream too and I knew I had to try the real thing
when I woke up this morning. Jesus, I'm cumming already."

Chris felt her pussy spasm around his mighty shaft. She sat
still, eyes closed, just enjoying the feelings. When she started
bouncing again, this time she leaned down and he sucked one of
her nipples into his mouth. He felt her cum again as his teeth
gently bit and sucked one of her hard nipples.

Brittany pulled back, bouncing hard in his lap. Chris knew he
wouldn't last long, but his stamina was holding up after having
cum so recently. She rose so high on one bounce that his cock
plopped out of her pussy and fell heavily to his stomach.
Brittany sat on his shaft, her pussy lips sliding up and down his
long shaft. This felt good too, even though he wasn't inside her.
He wasn't sure how she did it, but his sexy neighbor, spun around
on his cock so that she was facing away from him. Chris grabbed
her breasts as she laid down on him. He pulled her back and she
reached down to lift his cock back up to the entrance to her
pussy. He slid his hands down to her hips and pushed her down
into his shaft. Brittany lifted herself up, working her pussy
over his shaft while he squeezed and kneaded her tits. "Oh god
Chris, I love your big black cock," she cried. "You own this
pussy now, baby."

"Good," he growled, feeling a strong surge of testosterone at her
submission to him. "Cause I want to fuck this pussy every day,
slut."

"Oh god, I want that too, stud. Anything you want lover, just
keep fucking me. I'm your bitch now Chris. CCUUMMMMIINNGG!"

Chris knew she'd had a large one. Her cum flowed down his shaft
and covered his thrusting balls. She was softly crying in joy as
her pussy contracted and trembled around his thick shaft. He'd
never felt so masculine before. Chris grabbed her breasts and
rolled her over on her side. It was time for him to take over.

Chris lifted her leg and fucked her hard from behind. One of her
breasts was thrust up so high, he leaned down and sucked her
nipple as he fucked her. Then he moved his mouth up to hers,
their tongues embracing with passion as he fucked her to several
more orgasms.

As long as Chris had managed to hold out, it still seemed all to
soon that the cum started welling up in his balls. "Gonna cum
baby," he told her, kissing her. "Want me to pull out?"

"No," she whispered, kissing him back. "Not this time, not ever.
I want to feel your seed shooting deep inside me. Your cock is so
deep, your cum will be shooting straight into my womb."

"FUCK! Can't hold back," he groaned. The cum welled up in his
balls, flying up his shaft and shooting out from the head in a
large blast of fertile seed.

Brittany was staring deep into Chris's eyes as he came. He saw
them open wider and wider and then suddenly her eyes rolled up in
the back of her head and she was cumming again. His lips clamped
down on her tongue, holding it still, her mouth open, ahs and ohs
coming from her throat as she had a large prolonged orgasm that
lasted every bit as long as his own cock continued jerking in her
pussy.

As they came down from their orgasms, her eyes returned to
normal. She stared at him with so much affection it scared him.
"I love you," she told him, kissing him deeply.

Chris' cock stayed hard, rock hard even. He started moving it
around a little. This time he pulled out and motioned her to get
on all fours. Chris entered her from behind, fucking her slowly.
He stared down at his cock moving in and out of her gorgeous
pussy. His eyes moved up to her pretty little puckered rosebud.
He suddenly wanted, no needed to take this woman in every hole.
Chris suddenly pulled back until his cock flew up. He let his
shaft rest between her ass cheeks for a moment, before bending
the steel hard shaft down so that the head was pressing against
her anus. He pushed down hard, watching the little rosebud slowly
open as he increased pressure.

Brittany cried out in pain, but she didn't try to stop him. Her
hands grabbed handfuls of grass as her ass slowly opened for his
big cock. There was a loud "SNAP" as one of her garters broke.
His cock slowly worked it's way deeper and deeper into her anus.
Brittany sobbed and cried, but before to long, she started
pushing her body back into him. Soon her sobs turned to moans as
she began enjoying being sodomized. Chris grabbed her hips,
pulling and pushing, fucking her ass as hard as he could. She
took all but a few inches. After nearly a quarter hour of this,
he came, flooding her bowels with sperm. Chris pulled out, his
cock resting between her ass cheeks, shooting several last wads
of his cock onto her ass and lower back.

Brittany collapsed and rolled over. She was a sight. One nylon
had ripped at the knee. Her knees, hands, and even the tips of
her breasts were grass stained. He must have fucked her ass so
hard, he pushed her tits down into the grass. Her legs were
splayed, pussy still leaking cum. She breathed heavily, looking
up at the clouds with a dazed smile on her face. Chris leaned
down over her and kissed her. They both felt his cock hardening
again and positioned themselves so that he could enter her. Her
breasts mashed into his chest as they kissed. This time he took
her slowly, lasting for a half hour and it felt more like making
love then fucking. She trembled beneath him several times as she
came, the biggest one matching his own orgasm.

Afterwards, they both dressed. "Let me walk out first," she told
him. Brittany grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips
against hers. "Tomorrow, as soon as my husband leaves for work. I
want to fuck you in my bed."

"All day?"

"All day," she answered, kissing him again. She grabbed his cock
through his sweats. "I know this monster will be up for it." She
squealed as his exhausted cock swelled a little. "I'll start
taking my birth control pills again tonight cause I don't want
you ever pulling out or wearing a sheath." With one last squeeze,
she turned and left the clearing, her heels making noises in the
leaves as she walked away.

Chris waited until she was well on her way home, before returning
to the bench and his bike. He pedaled home as fast as he could.
He was a mess also and needed to get cleaned up before his
parents got home from work. He entered his house and paused, eyes
surveying the room, remembering how realistic his crazy dream had
seemed. The poonbot milking his neighbor, her breast milk flying
all over the place. How he had fucked her on the couch and how
the poonbot had taken her on the couch also, supposedly flooding
her pussy with nanobots of all things. It had all been a crazy
dream. There wasn't a milk or cum stain to be seen and Chris knew
he hadn't cleaned anything up. Yet, it had all come true.

He moved towards his stairs when he saw something white under the
hem of the couch. He moved down and reached out to pick it up.
Chris examined the white object, it's large circle and arms.
"Well I'll be damned," he said holding the white object up to the
light from the window.

The sunlight glistened off the nipple clamp.

PICTURE FAT MAN WATCHING JOGGER

Sam Reeves turned the outside spigot on and gathered up the hose
to begin watering his flowerbeds. The heavy set man aimed his
hose at the flowers bordering his neighbor's yard and watered his
way down to the flowers along his sidewalk. He looked up from his
flowers just in time to see the woman jog past. "Holy Fuck!" he
said loudly when he got a good glimpse of her. Luckily, she had
an ipod strapped to her arm and couldn't hear him as she passed.
He gave a long whistle of appreciation.

Her name was Sandra Richardson. Sam and some of his buddies had
watched her move in about a month ago, commenting on what a fine
body she had while they sipped their beers. She wasn't married,
but had a big burly boyfriend helping her move and he practically
lived at her house. Sandra and her boyfriend were both personal
trainers at the local gym and they fit the profile. Sandra had an
amazing hourglass figure. Her waist was very thin and tight, yet
not too muscular. Her ass was full and she had impressively big
tits for a woman with so little fat on her body. Sam hadn't seen
her wearing anything so skimpy as her jogging outfit and it
showed off her body spectacularly. The calf-length black pants
hugged her lower torso and a pink sports halter covered her upper
torso leaving her arms, shoulders, chest, and stomach bare. Her
boyfriend lifted weights and was a professional bodybuilder. His
arms were huge and rumor had it that he could bench press over
400lbs.  Sam wasn't a weak man by any means and back in the day
he had bench pressed just over 300lbs.

Of course, back in the day, Sam Reeves had been a super jock
athlete, trim and muscular, with a full head of hair. Now he was
fat with a huge gut, a bald pate, and rapidly approaching fifty
year of age. Back in the day, he could have easily had a woman
like Sandra Richardson. In fact, he had a woman like Sandra.
Sam's wife had been the hottest girl at their college. She was
head cheerleader and Sam's biggest cheerleader as he scored
touchdown after touchdown as a cornhusker. Ten years into
marriage, age, genetics, and childbirth had his wife nearly as
fat as Sam was. Now women like Sandra Richardson wouldn't give
men like him the time of day.

The one time he'd tried to engage her in conversation, she'd
looked at his disdainfully, wrinkled her nose at his beer gut and
handed him her business card offering to get him back into shape.
Sam hadn't gotten up the energy or desire to take her up on her
offer. Sandra hated fat tissue. She didn't like fat people, she
didn't like associating with fat people, and she wouldn't have
anything to do with fat people unless they were paying her to get
back into shape and lose the weight. Even then, she'd found that
most obese people were quitters or gained the weight back soon
after losing it, that she was still rude and disdainful to them
even if they were her clients.

Sam dropped the hose, deciding to go inside and toss one off to
the image of Sandra Richardson's perfect body in her jogging
outfit. He changed his mind however, when he got to his bedroom
and decided to open his laptop and check for any new updates to
poonnet. On the homepage was a special member request form that
he hadn't noted before. As a member of poonnet.com you enjoy
exclusive privileges no other site can offer. Just fill out the
form below. He finished reading it, filling out Sandra's name and
address on the form. Sam paused on the request form, thinking for
a moment how he wanted the young woman. Finally, he typed,
delivered wearing lingerie into the form and hit submit. He was
sure this is a joke, but when the confirmation email arrived
telling him that his request had been accepted and asking if he'd
like to track his order, he checked, yes. The answering email
came back almost immediately.

The poonbot has been dispatched.

THE END


Note: This is another comisssioned work for poonnet. Like "High
School Twins Need Black Cock Too" is was based on existing
artwork by Jaguar and I had to write a story around what he had
already drawn.