Cold Sweat

by Vera Valentine

Apparently, you add a bunch of previously-demure middle-aged knitters to free-flowing margaritas and you get a mentos and coke debauchery situation.

A giant, sentient glass pitcher of cherry Chill-Assist punch, Red was the result of Dan’s torrid affair with a pallet of the drink powder at a drunken office Christmas party many years ago.

I’m a man that happens to be a glass pitcher of liquid, not blind. You’re gorgeous.”

“And does it…rise to the occasion, like a human’s?”

“I’d offer to show you what it looks like soft, but I’m afraid that’s not possible at the moment.”

now.” Red’s cheeks had gone pale again, but his eyes were molten with need, black voids above a sea of cherry red.

The sauna’s heat was still bearing down on us like a wet towel, but my fingers were adrenaline-cold as they reached for something I had absolutely no business touching: my stepbrother’s glass cock. Sucking in a humid breath, I crossed the line entirely, wrapping my fingers around the surprisingly thick rod, sheathed in a barely-there layer of nylon and netting and giving a very, very tentative stroke through my fistful of fabric and Red. I was rewarded with a groan so hot it begged me to continue. I did.

Red hissed with pleasure as my grip tightened, his punch sloshing a little as his hips jerked up into my touch.

glass piston

I stifled a gasp at the beauty of it as it cleared the fabric: a clear glass shaft with a simple bulbed head, all surrounding a thick internal column of the red cherry punch that filled Red’s body.

“Were you hoping your step brother would find out just how wet and tight you are for him?”

I’d always lusted after glass dildos,

The cool glass of his mouth had molded to my entire pussy somehow, locking me in place against his face.

Just as I was getting into it, a pulsating stream of cool liquid started licking and sucking my clit in a way that would make my shower head weep in carnal envy.

his glass face resonating at the perfect vibration to send me into a screaming, thrashing orgasm against it.

off the bench. Red’s hands slid free to catch and support my ass as I grabbed his rim with my other hand, fully hanging off his face now as my pussy pulsed

I grinned around my sudden mouthful of glass cock as Red’s words careened into a choking noise and what sounded suspiciously

The surging liquid in the center rocked the shaft against my tongue as I took him as deep as I could, holding him in my throat for a long moment before easing back, repeating the movement languidly. My brows shot up as a hint of unmistakable cherry flavor trickled down my tongue a few minutes later, thick and syrupy and delicious. Just as I was licking away a second beading drop from his tip, Red’s fingers tightened lightly against my scalp, his breathing on the edge of panting.

He fucked me slowly with the thick length of it, making my eyes pop as he pushed in the tip of another a few strokes later, starting to scissor them, watching my pussy stretch around his digits.

“I swell when I come, Jules, so be ready for it. You’re a tight fit but you’re going to take it all, aren’t you? Gonna fill you up to the top…my good little cup…”

Leaning forward, he brought our mouths together hungrily, his larger one almost engulfing mine, thick glass lips ringing against my teeth as a liquid tongue pressed inside. He tasted as sweet as he smelled, a sweet burst of cherry on my senses that made me gush arousal around his urgently thrusting fingers. Thankfully, whatever magical anatomy that had kept his tongue contained on my pussy also allowed him to kiss me deeply without drowning me in Chill-Assist.

I stared up at my stepbrother’s rim, sliding my hands along both sides like I was giving a double-handjob, easily slicked by condensation. He made a guttural sound of approval in response, so I squeezed tighter, curling my nails under the edge to drum in musical taps along the curve, as if I was teasing a cock.

“Give it to me, Red. Fill me up until it’s running out of my pussy. I wanna be your…your…” My brain sluggishly recalled some of the filthy

things he was murmuring earlier, weaponizing them as lust grabbed the reins. “...make me your good little cup, Red. I’m so thirsty.”

“So. Fucking. Perfect. You’re gonna fucking drain me Jules…I’m gonna quench…I’m gonna…ohh…ohhhhhh….” OH YEAH!

A virtual water balloon of his cum gushed inside me, filling me up exactly like he promised, the pressure exquisite. Red’s cherry scent absolutely filled the sauna as his punch did, gushing out between his still-pistoning glass cock and my body,and down our legs in rivers. It splashed across our feet in buckets as we wantonly fucked through the aftershock in wet, squelching thrusts.

Red set me back on the bench, glancing briefly at the messy floor before slowly pulling out, drawing overstimulated squeaks from me the whole way, punctuated with a final, embarrassingly large gush of liquid slapping to the floor. He sank, naked, onto the bench across from me, eyes tracing my body, liquid tongue sweeping across his clear lower lip.

“Well I’m sure as hell not complaining. You look damn good in my punch, little cup.”

“Jules, Jules, relax. I’m sugar free, you’re fine, I promise. It’s not blood, it’s just…me. I guess it’s cum too, at least when I get off. I have to jerk off in the shower all the time so I don’t tie-dye my sheets and it’s a pain in the ass. But it’s definitely not…yanno…other stuff. Gross stuff.”

maybe you could try out the tap and fix our little problem?”

eagerly, his punch making endearing little frothy waves above his eyebrows.

I gave the head a slow, experimental lick, a cold little drizzle of more watery cherry spurting into my mouth, the liquid thinner than my earlier taste had been. I dipped lower, taking half of his shaft between my lips, the chilled glass surface nice on my overheated tongue.

Did he get off on being…guzzled? A quick glance up at his expression answered that question immediately: he absolutely did.

punch-soaked floor

I was rewarded with a cool mouthful of Chill-Assist Cherry punch,

“That’s right, Jules. Suck me down like the thirsty little cup you are.”

I answered by sliding the entire bulb into my mouth at once, sucking like it was a cocktail straw in a thick milkshake.

He shouted as a hard blast of punch hit the back of my throat, making me choke and gag before I found my rhythm again, swallowing frantically. No matter how much I drank, however, it just kept shooting out

The hand in my hair pulled me off my “tap” with another loud pop. I instinctually closed my eyes as Red’s punch splashed across my flushed face in thick, cold waves, running down my hairline and neck. He pulled back on my hair to make my chest arch, and angled in close to aim more thick splashes directly on my breasts. The cold glass tip nudged at my right nipple, squirting a thin, hard stream of punch at it as it pebbled. I lifted my hands to press my breasts together with a grin, knowing a tit man when I saw one. Red jerked forward, sliding his still-dribbling shaft up the valley of my breasts and fucking upwards for a few deep strokes with a hiss of pleasure. We both watched him slide through the mess of punch in my cleavage as the stream finally tapered off, slumping back heavily onto the bench. He panted heavily, grinning like an idiot and looking at me with so much affection it made me squirm as I got up off my knees.

really was thirsty for my stepbrother.

“Do you realize how often I’m going to have to top off my punch now, baby? I’m going to pump so much into you, pour it all over you, every fucking chance you give me.”

Ones that still stung a little bit from getting cherry punch-bukkaked, but new eyes nonetheless.

“So Jules, are you actually saying yes to living with, dating, and sleeping with your stepbrother, you sinful deviant?”