It all started when Mitch woke up, reached for the glass yet it was empty. He got furious about the fact that it was empty and ever after a minute of searching he couldn't find anything to fill it up with. In his panic he had pulled out the BlueBerry from his nightstand and wrote that he knew what was going on, and now he was starting at the empty glass in full knowledge why it made him so furious. Rae used to fill that up with her milk. He would drink it in the morning, and then a day of nothing but intense pleasure, sex and orgasms would follow, till he would fall asleep late at night again. He kept staring at that glass for a while as he slowly understood that he had been a complete addict for the past few... Mitch had no idea how much time had passed. He only had snippets of memories from the past, Rae fucking him all the time, Rae fucking him with a Christmas hat, Rae fucking im with Easter Bunny ears.. It was almost summer again. Several month had passed since he had made his sister the very embodiment of sex and pleasure.
Mitch stared at the towering cock in front of him and tried to remember when he did not have a boner the last time, but he couldn't even remember anymore how it felt to have a limp cock. A voice told him to reduce that dick from the size of a third leg down to something realistic, but as suddenly a deafening panic overcame him. Rae loved that size and had been fucking that cock for all that time, every day, every hour, every minute. It had been the center of pleasure for all that time, as she made him cum beyond words every conscious minute. The sheer thought of reducing that perfect size, the fear of not feeling that pleasure again cut his throat, his breathing, and the world started shaking to the point where he had to let himself fall back on the sheets and gently pat his three feet long, fat cock for a while, while he kept telling it that he won't do it. When his head finally calmed down again, Mitch eventually realized how dirty these sheets actually were. He rose up again, hugging his dick like he was saying sorry for even trying to shrink it, and looked around the room. Nearly every inch was covered with his dry cum. The sheets were beneath a deep layer of hardened spunk, and the floor was covered in a thick layer of a crusted, white substance. He remembered that Rae had cared for nothing but fucking, and he eventually even made a change with the BlueBerry that he needed nothing else anymore to live, no food, no water, no sleep - although he could do that if he wanted to - so he could spend every second fucking that goddess. Mitch looked at the history of the device and saw countless changes. Most of them had been reverted at some point, and a faint memory told him that they had been using it to spice up the sex. Or rather: Rae had asked him to change something and he had been more than happy to please her.
A single command removed all the age-old sperm from the room and left it clean. Carefully Mitch slipped from the now clean sheets and for the first time in month felt the floor beneath his feet. He looked at his naked reflection and remembered what he had made himself into: the perfect lover for Rae. A hunk with that dreamy boyband look, a cock that reached from his crotch to his well trained shoulders, balls the size of grapefruits that hung heavy between his tights, ready to blow massive amounts of juice whenever Rae wanted him to. A sharp pain hit him when he once again just considered shrinking or undoing any of that, the panic of not pleasing that girl anymore, of not receiving that sex anymore, it made tears rush out of his eyes as he felt so bad for even considering it. He was forced to push that thought away just to be able to think clearly again, and accepted that he would stay like this: her hunk, and naked. Just in case she was waiting around the corner and this was all just a test.
Mitch stood in the hallway with his dick still bobbing from his previous steps as the memory of how this house was looking like slowly returned. He hadn't been here, he didn't even consider going here at all, since he had no need for anything but to lay there and fuck that girl. But now she was gone. Rae hadn't been with him much in the past few weeks he remembered, but she had always left him some of her milk to drink. And since she could make him cum just by willing to, she could easily work on her new business while he came like crazy in his room. Her work... it echoed through his head. He remembered her talking about selling her milk, the strongest aphrodisiac on this planet. Some day she had told him the first meeting with the company who was willing to give it a try had been an explosive success. She probably fucked all of them the moment she had entered the room. In his search for answers Mitch eventually ended up in the living room and felt the soft carpet beneath his naked feet. He saw advertisement posters of Rae's milk that were about three month old. They were promising the greatest sex in history. Mitch smirked as he knew how true that was. But then he saw one that had a picture of his sister.
Immediately his heard had started trembling and all those urges had exploded inside him instantly. The urge to fuck her was screaming inside him as the rest of him tried to convince that primal urge that this was just a poster. He found himself hugging the paper, touch the picture of her tits, while his dick was throbbing at the edge of an orgasm. He tried to hold it back while his mouth had started kissing those lips and his groin was humping the stand, till eventually it broke his will and he shot his load right there in the living room. But the orgasm was just a faint echo of what he had experienced the last few month, nothing that could even be remotely compared to actually fucking that girl. When it was over he looked at her picture again with a now much clearer mind, but although it still turned him on very much, he knew he had to find the real Rae. He had to fuck her again. He had to feel that ultimate orgasm again! He had however no idea where she was...
Fri Nov 22 17:23:24 2019