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                                  Cathy
                             by Samantha K.

Copyright© 2008 by Samantha K.


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Description: In this second Extracurricular Activities story that picks up at the end of part one, Algebra teacher Cathy Kelvin has an awakening that leads her to explore the boundaries of her sexuality.

Codes: MF cons rape het lac creampie exhib size mod BBr
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After dinner was over, Cathy returned to the problem at hand, how to explain the Nudist Club concept to a group of people. Should they do it as an initiation? Like a sorority? She remembered her fiancée telling her about the hazing he went through as a plebe. They discussed strategies and methods over coffee.

They had most of the details worked out when Cathy said she needed to get home so she could finish grading some papers she needed to hand back the next day. June offered to drive her and Kim rode along.

"Just drop me at the school," Cathy said.

"But it's no trouble to take you all the way," June told her. "I'd be happy to, really."

"No, thank you. I had decided to walk home from school when you invited me to dinner. I need to keep that commitment to myself."

"I understand. We'll drop you just where we picked up. Enjoy your walk. I know this is a big change for you. Call me later if you need someone to talk to. The kids have each other to confide in."

"Why thanks! I appreciate your concern. You're right, of course, it's going to take some getting used to, but I think this is mostly something I'm going to have to work out in my head. I understand that the law says I'm allowed to be naked, and I even think I've grasped the reason why I need to do this, but something inside me still tells me it's wrong. That's the part I need to work on. I'm starting to suspect that may be just the tip of the iceberg, too."

When June pulled up in front of the school, Cathy hopped out and closed the door behind her to forestall any protracted goodbyes. She was having butterflies about walking through downtown in her birthday suit and she wanted to get started before she changed her mind. She waved to June and Kim and started off down the street, wearing only her shoes and carrying a small purse and a binder with her lesson plans in it.

Outside, alone on the sidewalk, Cathy started to become aware of something she had never been exposed to before. She described it for her own benefit as her 'micro-environment'. It was the effect that her immediate surroundings had on her naked skin. The small air movements around her legs as she walked. The warm air rising from a sidewalk grate. But for her sturdy shoes, it would have included the gritty feel of concrete on the soles of her feet.

"I never realized how much clothes insulate us from the world around us," she thought. "Being naked, I'm so much more aware of my surroundings. It's like my somatic radar has been uncovered and I can perceive things now that I couldn't before."

As she walked on toward her apartment, she became more involved with the potential for sensations that she wouldn't have thought about before. As she came close to a postbox, she could feel the big metal object as a physical presence, radiating away the heat that it had captured from sitting in the sun all day.

It was well past sunset and about half of the few streetlights that the city had been willing to fund were on. The rest looked to Cathy like they had burned out and needed to have their bulbs replaced. The effect was to cast a dim yellow-orange light over the empty streets and closed storefronts, creating deep shadows in the alleys and cross-streets. In point of fact, some of the streetlights had been shot out with an air-rifle to produce exactly that effect.

Some of the inhabitants of those shadows weren't very nice people. Two of them were prowling the alleys at that moment. Like unpaid and unwelcome watchmen, they were checking for unlocked doors and windows where a jimmy might be used to slip a latch or break a lock without making too much noise.

"Fuck!" Pete swore under his breath as another door failed to yield to his rattling. The swearing was a constant habit, one he had acquired during his first stay in the county juvenile facility that had been his home for five of his last 18 years. Another bad habit that he had picked up during the last year involved illegal drugs and this was the reason that he and his friend were out looking for anything he could steal and sell or trade to buy the drugs that his habit demanded.

His companion on this nocturnal foraging expedition was named Bung. Pete didn't know if Bung had a last name and frankly didn't care. The two had hooked up in the juvie home and quickly become inseparable. It would be more correct to say that Bung had become indispensable to Pete, since Bung's 6'6", 280 lb. size and indifference to pain, received or given, meant he was the last person you wanted to tangle with. Pete had cultivated Bung's friendship for the sole purpose of having a protector, an investment that had produced satisfactory returns on several memorable occasions. When Pete thought of his relationship with Bung, it was more in terms of having an over-sized guard dog that required regular feeding and occasional playtimes.

It would be misleading to say that Pete was the brains and Bung was the brawn of the team, since Pete's IQ didn't rise into the high double-digits. It was sufficient to Pete that he was several points above Bung and that Bung thought of him as the leader.

"Wanna break a window?" Bung asked. Bung liked smashing things, but never managed to foresee the consequences.

"No, dumbass! That'll bring the heat. There could be alarms and shit, or someone might hear and drop a dime on us. Just be cool. We'll find something. Don't I always come through for us?"

He didn't always come through, but Bung wasn't capable of citing chapter and verse on the times that he hadn't. Bung barely remembered yesterday. Anything prior to that, he just referred to as 'before'. Bung lived completely in the moment. If he wasn't sleepy or hungry or horny, he was happy. At the moment, he enjoyed being entertained by Pete's scurrying from one potential point of entry to another like a mouse after a bit of cheese it can smell, but can't locate.

The pair of thugs had almost reached the mouth of the alley when the clop of Cathy's leather-soled oxfords reached their ears. Alertly, Pete jumped behind the closest dumpster and pulled Bung into the shadows with him. Both peered cautiously around the edge of the metal container to see if the approaching footfalls belonged to a watchman on his rounds, or a potential mugging victim. Pete was experienced enough to know that the city police never pounded beats on foot, they just cruised by in their patrol cars and shone spotlights into suspicious shadows before driving on to the next block.

The sight of Cathy strolling past the alley entrance stunned both of them into immobility. The dim light from a streetlight a half-block away silhouetted her nubile form and highlighted her pale skin, making her loveliness as unmistakable as her nudity. She was out of sight before either Pete or Bung caught their breath.

"Did you see that?" Bung asked, not willing to admit to a possible hallucination without confirmation. Pete had humiliated him before for pointing out things that, because Pete hadn't seen them, didn't exist and were explained away as figments of an imagination that Bung utterly lacked.

Pete swallowed before answering, "Yeah, I saw it. But I don't fucking believe it." He slipped out of his hiding place and eased up to the concrete cornice of the building at the end of the alley. He slowly peered left and right, checking for signs of a trap before sticking his head out of the shadow far enough to see Cathy walking along the deserted sidewalk. He stared, transfixed, at her pert rear and the dimples in it as she walked along, oblivious to his presence. To Pete, she might as well have been carrying a sign saying, "Rape Me".

He was so fixated on the vision of such a blatantly available target of opportunity that he didn't hear Bung come up behind him. Pete went to back away into the alley to formulate a plan and backed into his compatriot, tripping over one size 17 sneaker in the process.

"Watch it, dumbass!" He said in as loud a whisper as he dared.

Bung ignored him. All his attention was on the girl. She was the prettiest, nakedest thing he'd ever seen and the sight made his blood begin to perk with hormones and his dick twitch with anticipation. The last sex that Bung had experienced was 'before' with a homeless woman who traded him a toothless blow-job for a half-bottle of sour wine. He had never been able to consummate anything like a normal sex act with a female because they always fought to escape like rabid weasels when they saw the monstrous size of his genitals. Bung's recollection of these previous experiences was as mercifully faulty as his memory of everything else, so he approached each new opportunity with an optimistic attitude that this one might turn out better.

It wasn't until Cathy was out of sight beyond a bus-stop shelter that Pete was able to get Bung's attention and drag his large pet into the shadows for a one-sided conference.

"Look, here's what we're gonna do," Pete said. "We gotta follow her and see if we can catch her before she gets to the next street. There's an eatin' place on the corner with an alley behind it and they got a row of these dumpsters in there."

Pete knew this because he and Bung had occasionally resorted to scavenging in those waste bins when better pickings were not available. He knew Bung would accept the information as news from out of the ether.

"We'll stay out of sight, see. Then we get as close as we can before we rush her. You grab her and make sure she don't scream and we'll drag her into the alley next to the eatin' place. Got it?"

Bung nodded. Pete thought it was even money that any of what he just said would be retained longer than 30 seconds, but it made him feel superior to be the one to lay out the plan of action.

Cathy had just turned into the alley and was reaching into her purse for the key to the security-door that secured the stairs to her apartment when a huge hand clamped itself over her mouth. An arm went around her waist and she was lifted and carried into the alley and past her door. Her key ring was jarred from her hand and she saw it fly into a pile of plastic trash bags waiting for the morning pickup just before she was dumped onto a waist-high stack of cardboard waiting to be recycled.

The doorway to her apartment stairs had a low-wattage bulb in a metal guard that had managed to resist being vandalized. It cast enough light down the alley for Cathy to get a good look at her attackers. They struck her as a couple of desperate men. She looked back and forth between the small rat-like man and the hulking giant, unsure which was the more dangerous. When she saw the small one tug on the lump in the crotch of his grimy jeans, she knew his intentions.

"They want to rape me!" she thought, her mind suddenly running a hundred miles a minute as she desperately tried to make sense of the situation. "I was walking along, minding my own business, and they just decided to grab me and rape me! Why me? What did I do? Is it because I'm exercising my legal right to be naked? Rights aren't worth very much if men can just grab you and fuck you whenever they like. Would they be doing this even if I weren't naked? Did I bring this on myself? Am I to blame for this? Surely not! That 'she was asking for it' business is so last-Millennium! Why am I even worrying about that now? I should be trying to get away. Should I scream? But there's no one around to hear me. Should I fight back? If it was just the little one, I might stand a chance. That big man looks like he could break me in half. Maybe I can make a run for it. I'm not sure if I can outrun them, but it's worth a try."

Cathy tried to tear her eyes away from the two men and look for a way to escape, but it was difficult. Her eyes were wide and locked onto her assailants. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her body was tense and twitching from the 'fight or flight' response the suddenness of the attack had thrown her into. She finally forced herself to look left and then right to look for an avenue of escape. Terror began to melt into dismay when she saw that they had her cornered and that they were all out of sight from the street.

"Oh, God! They're going to do it," she thought, as the short man flicked open a thin switchblade knife. "They're actually going to rape me right here in the alley and there isn't a thing I can do to stop them. This is so unfair!"

"You just stay put if you know what's good for you," Pete told her. "If you try to run, I'll cut you. And you don't want a big old scar on that pretty skin, do you girlie?"

On hearing the word 'skin', Cathy suddenly became acutely-aware of her nakedness. She scuttled back as far as she could on the cardboard and put her back against the filthy brick wall, where she pulled her knees up and huddled behind her legs and arms. Her half-formed plan to run away was instantly forgotten as she focused on the threat of being cut.

"N ... no!" she managed to say through a throat that was almost paralyzed with fear. "P ... please don't hurt me!"

"We won't hurt you none," Pete reassured her in a voice that oozed lie with every syllable. "Not unless you give us cause to, that is. We just want to party some. You be good and you won't get hurt none at all." He moved the point of the knife toward her and she pulled her legs more tightly under her and tried to shrink into herself.

"Maybe he's right," Cathy thought feverishly trying to put together a chain of logic that would explain what was happening. "That's what they told us in those safety lectures when I was in school, that we shouldn't put up a fight or we'd be more likely to get hurt. They said we should just give them what they want and concentrate on surviving. Dammit! That's easy to say in an auditorium full of students! In a dark alley with a knife in your face it's something else! I'll try, though. I won't fight or try to run. I'll just lie here and let them do it to me and then they'll go away. I'll just wait it out and I'll get through it. It's not like I'm still a virgin or anything. I've had sex before. Plenty of times. Well, maybe not plenty. I hope they won't be too rough. Is that what rapists like? Why am I worrying about what they like? I'm the one being raped. Should they care what I like? What do I like? Maybe I like it rough? I don't know! I've never had rough sex before. What am I thinking! They're not going to care what I like. This isn't some kind of strange blind date. They're going to rape me! They're going to rape me and leave me lying here on these boxes fucked almost into unconsciousness with my legs splayed-open and my pussy full of cum. Then they're going to go brag to their friends how many times they came in me and much they enjoyed ruining me! Maybe they won't enjoy it. Maybe I won't be any good. Maybe they'll tell all their friends how awful I was. Do I want people going around saying I'm such a lousy lay that I'm not worth raping? That would be awful to have anyone talk about me like that, even a rapist. I mean, sure, they might all leave me alone after that but..."

Cathy's torrential stream-of-consciousness rambling came to an abrupt halt when Pete touched the point of the knife to her right nipple. He had her complete attention as he slid the shiny blade alongside the small nub of flesh as if he were preparing to cut it off with a flick of his wrist. The blade was warm from being in his pocket, but she still shivered as he traced the outline of her half-dollar sized areola with the sharp point, dragging it across the ring of tiny bumps that circled her nipple. Cathy was breathing hard, which made her breasts heave and jiggle as the knife pressed against her. She tried to stop moving. She tried to hold still so she wouldn't cut herself on the blade, but she couldn't control her rapid breathing any more than she could stop her flesh from responding to the touch of the steel.

"Looks like we got a live one here, Bung," Pete said, moving the knife away and using it to gesture at Cathy's nipple, "I haven't laid a hand on her and she's already hot for it."

She looked down to see what he meant, and was horrified at the way her sensitive flesh was swelling and crinkling. Her nipples were stiffening and the man interpreted it as a sign of arousal.

"Stop that!" Cathy mentally screamed at her body. "This is not the least bit arousing. Do you hear me! It's just the opposite." She clutched both hands over her breasts to protect them from the knife as well as to hide the evidence of her arousal. Her hard nipples felt like tiny ice-cubes against her damp palms. The warmth of her hands did nothing to melt the hard lumps. Instead, they seemed to make things so much worse that Cathy was forced to spread her fingers and let her painfully-hard nipples poke obscenely between them.

"Those sure are some pretty tits you got there, girlie," Pete said in genuine admiration. "Those nips sure are getting' nice and tight. You must need it pretty bad. Shit, I bet you ain't had a dick in you for some time now."

Cathy shook her head in reflexive denial. It had been some time since she and Ronny had been intimate, but these men couldn't possibly know that, just as they couldn't know that she'd had an orgasm just an hour or so earlier.

"I must still be excited from making myself cum earlier. But surely that's not why they grabbed me. They can't actually tell something like that, can they? Not from just watching me. Was I rolling my hips when I walked? I wasn't trying to be sexy. Maybe it's something I was doing unconsciously. Maybe I'm just naturally sexy and I didn't realize it. Maybe they saw me and couldn't help themselves. Maybe I'm just — what do they call it — rape bait?"

"Come on girlie," Pete said, leering at her with a feral grin. "No sense in pretending now. We know you came down here looking to get some pipe laid in your pussy. Get up here and show us how much you need it."

Again Cathy shook her head slowly, trying to deny to them and to herself that she understood what he was saying. In fact, she understood perfectly. She knew exactly what they wanted. She just didn't want to acknowledge it to them or to herself. She knew they planned to rape her. That would have been humiliating enough. But to suggest that she somehow wanted this to happen, that she'd walked down this alley, twitching her tail like a bitch in heat, hoping for a stud to follow her in and give her what she needed — that was an awful thing to say. The most awful thing she could imagine. Except for being forced to cooperate with them — to encourage them to ravish and defile her body — that seemed the ultimate in depravity.

Cathy searched for the feelings she expected to have at the mere idea of such a thing. She did feel horrified, but it wasn't at the idea of being humiliated or raped, it was at the sudden throb of warmth she felt in her pussy. She could lie to herself as she pleased about being coerced in this way, but her body's reaction was plain — it was finding the prospect of playing slut for her rapists to be highly appealing.

"No! Please! Nooooooooo!" she cried, not sure if she meant the plea for the man with the knife or because she felt her collaborationist clit twitch and start to stiffen in concert with her traitorous nipples.

"Get on with it or I'll cut your tits off and fuck you anyway!" Pete growled, starting to lose what little patience he had. He waved the knife at her breasts.

Cathy was positive that he would do just what he said. She slid her legs out from under her and slid forward on the cardboard until she was stretched out full length with her feet dangling off the edge, bracing herself on her hands with her arms stiff. She forced herself to push her shoulders back and arch her back to show her heaving breasts to the men she expected to violate her.

"This is awful," Cathy told herself, sternly. "This is humiliating. Why am I getting wet? I can't want this! I don't need this!" The throbbing in her clit called her a liar. She failed to notice that she had stopped pressing her knees together and that her legs had begin to slowly creep apart to vent some of the heat her pussy was generating.

"Very nice, girlie," Pete said. He was glad she had decided to cooperate; it meant he'd made her submit, and to him that was even more important than getting his dick into her. When they fought, it distracted him and made it hard for him to concentrate on getting his rocks off. Even though she seemed to be going along with things, the idea of cutting her still had a certain fascination for him. He thought it would be cool to cut on her just a little bit. Just to leave a mark on that smooth, soft skin to show he'd been there. Maybe after he was finished with her he would carve a 'P' in one of her breasts to show the world that he'd had her. Maybe he'd cut off one of those hard nipples that had swollen to the size of pencil erasers under the threat of amputation. She seemed to respond to the touch of the blade, maybe he'd do it just as he dumped his wad into her. He bet she'd get off real good if he did that. He wanted to see her cumming hard with his dick in her cunt and her blood streaming down her chest. The thought of her screaming in pain as he forced her to cum made his dick go hard as iron and that clinched it.

Cathy watched the two men as they leered at her naked body. The small one looked like he was about to explode in his pants. His cock threatened to rip the crotch out of his jeans.

"He really wants me," she thought as she elaborated on her reluctantly-seductive display by undulating her abdomen and tilting her hips. "Look how hard he is! Maybe he won't last very long and this will be over quickly. I hope not. I mean I hope so! Damn! I don't know what I want. This is so unreal. I still can't believe this is happening!"

She looked at the big man who had grabbed her off the street. He hadn't said a word. He just stood and calmly stared at her with a small smile on his face, as if he were doing nothing more exciting than watching a TV show that he enjoyed. She tried to see if her body were having an effect on him as well, but his pants were very baggy and she couldn't make out which lump was his cock.

"What do you care?" She asked herself. "He's such a brute. What if he has a cock to match his size? Stop that! This is not a party! Not that this sort of thing would ever happen at any party I've been to. I mean, being gang-raped and all. If there are only two of them, is it still a gang? I wouldn't want to be accused of exaggerating when I talk to the police later. They might think I was bragging. Damn! What will I tell the police? That they made me show them how much I needed to be raped? No way! That they scared me so bad I started to think about sex as an adventure instead of something nasty you did in the dark under the covers and didn't make too much noise so nobody would hear you? I don't think so! Dammit, why am I thinking about this now? What can I do to get this over with as fast as possible? Cooperate — that's it. OK, I'll cooperate. I'll show them cooperation!"

Cathy leaned back and started to stroke her breasts and finger her nipples. She chewed on her lower lip as she began to jerk her hips and open her legs to give them a good look at the pussy she expected them to ravish. The smoldering, seductive look she gave them came much easier than she expected it would.

"I can't fucking believe I'm doing this," she thought, but she thought it with a tiny bit of smugness.

She squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples, trying to look like a wanton slut who needed a good hard cock in her pussy. She tried to recall what the girls looked like in those magazines that her fiancée had promised her he would throw away and she did her best to emulate those poses. She found that she actually remembered the pictures fairly clearly.

"This is disgusting!" Cathy told herself as she performed for her assailants. "Wait. I remember one that was even more disgusting. I wonder if they like this one better?"

The men stared at her with fixed expressions. Neither of them moved. Both were fascinated by Cathy's show and both were eager to see how far she would go. They had never actually successfully raped anyone before and so were completely unprepared for a victim who seemed to so turned on by the prospect.

"Come on!" Cathy thought. "What are you waiting on! Isn't this doing it for you? Are you going to get on with it or am I going to have to do everything myself?"

Cathy stroked her hands over her stomach and down her abdomen to her patch of wispy blonde curls. Her knees were well apart now and starting to turn outward as her body offered itself to the two strangers. The situation took her back to earlier in the evening when she lay on Kim's bed and showed her wet pussy to Jeff. She remembered how incredibly hot that had made her and how hard she had cum with him watching her. She slid a finger into her slit and it was instantly soaked. She put a second finger alongside the first and pushed both of them into her pussy. The moan that escaped her throat had nothing to do with acting. The way her hips rose up under her hand was just as involuntary.

"Good," she thought, "If they see how hot I am, maybe they will both just cum in their pants and won't be able to rape me with their hard cocks. Maybe they'll run off and leave me alone."

Opening her legs as widely as she could, she used the two fingers in her pussy to spread her labia apart to show her pink, glistening inner flesh to the two men. She pulled back her hand and pressed in on either side of her clit, which made it bulge outward and sent a burst of pleasure racing to her brain. If felt so good that she immediately did it again, with the same result.

Cathy moaned again as the heat built inside her. She pushed her hips into the air and dug her fingers deeper into her steamy pussy, reaching for her g-spot, pressing it and tugging hard on her bright pink opening. She felt her pussy juices run out of her and down between her legs to moisten her puckered anus.

"Oh, God!" she thought with a simultaneous jolt of fear and erotic heat. "What if they want to rape me anally? I've never had anything bigger than my finger in there. They probably want to force their hard cocks into my poor asshole and fuck me until I die! Maybe they'll want to fuck me in both my holes at the same time! How degrading!"

Cathy shuddered violently at the prospect of being violated in such a perverted way. She told herself it was fear, but she knew deep down that it was a small climax and that she was making herself crazy with lust by thinking of all the terrible things they might do to her.

She blamed her body for making her desire these awful things and she wanted to punish it. She grabbed her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger and she twisted it hard. The flash of pain made her cry out, a high, sharp yelp that was followed by a low howl as the blood rushed into her clit and the pain was replaced with a fiery ball of pleasure as her abused clit swelled twice as large as it had been.

Her leather-shod heels drummed on the stack as Cathy's butt dropped to the cardboard, now damp from the flood of wetness pouring from her pussy.

"What's taking them so long?" she wondered. "Why don't they take out their cocks and rape me until I scream for mercy?"

Desperation smothered common sense and she tilted her pelvis up in blatant invitation. She put two fingers from each hand into her small opening and pulled herself open to show them where she wanted them to put their cocks.

Pete just about shot his wad when he saw her practically raping herself with her own hands. He jammed the handle of the knife into his mouth and held it between his teeth while he fumbled with the button and zipper on his fly. When he yanked his pants down, his cock sprang up to stand vertically against his belly, all raging five inches of it.

He grabbed Cathy's thighs and pulled her to the edge of the precarious platform. Pushing down on his hard cock, he got the head into her opening and rammed it home, burying himself balls-deep into the girl with a single short thrust.

Cathy was in no position to criticize Pete's small size. A cock was in her at last. She wrapped her legs around Pete's ass and pulled him against her as hard as she could. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes and braced in expectation of a hard, punishing fuck.

"I do need this," she finally admitted to herself. "I've needed this for a long time. Now I can finally be honest about it. I have needs — needs I've been denying because I've been playing at being someone I'm not. I am the kind of girl who needs sex so badly that she walks down dark alleys, begging to be raped by hoodlums. It looks very much like I'm the kind of girl whose clit runs the show and whose pussy does the talking. Damn! I'm just along for the ride here. What the hell else do I need that I don't know about yet? What kind of terrible, awful, horrible, incredibly hot thing am I going to find myself doing next?"

Cathy's revelations, stunning as they were, faded rapidly into the background as her pussy took over and drowned her higher mental processes in a flood of hormonally-charged arousal. Faced with its demand for complete control, she surrendered and let herself be swept away on a rising tide of primal sexual compulsion.

His slim cock engulfed by Cathy's hungry pussy, Pete could already feel the cum rising from his balls, forcing it's way to the base of his cock, demanding that it be ejaculated into the hot, steamy cunt that mouthed his cock like a toothless calf tugging on its mother's teat. He knew he could only last a few seconds before he came and he moved quickly to execute his plan to put his mark on her. He reached out and pinched one of Cathy's nipples, pulling it and stretching it out away from her breast. She moaned hungrily at the abuse of her body and hunched against him even harder, encouraging him to pound her with long, hard strokes.

Pete took the knife out of his mouth and pressed the very end of it against the base of Cathy's extended nipple, intending to sever it at the same time as he climaxed. He was sure she would cum at the same instant from the pain and the knowledge that she had been mutilated. He humped against her, driving his cock into Cathy as deeply as he could when he felt the first twinge of climax.

Pete was on the verge of the greatest moment of his life when the blow from Bung's huge fist caught him full on the side of the head and instantly rendered him senseless. Falling away from Cathy and sliding free of her scissors-hold, he hit the ground like a sack of sand with his cock pulsing its meager spend into the air to fall wasted into a tiny puddle on the filthy asphalt. The knife fell harmlessly from his limp fingers and rolled off the stack of cardboard to disappear into the pile of trash.

Feeling her pussy suddenly empty when Pete's cock was yanked away, Cathy raised her head to see what had happened. What she saw was Bung standing between her legs, pulling his pants down to expose the biggest, longest, thickest organ she had ever seen on a human being or farm animal. Bung's cock was so huge it made Jeff's look normal-sized. The head was easily three inches across and the shaft was well over a foot long. It was larger around than a beer can and the veins along it were so engorged that they made it look lumpy. Unlike Pete's cock, which had curled up like a boy's, Bung's cock hung down of its own weight even though it was obviously hard.

Cathy was so transfixed by the sight that she didn't even move or cry out when Bung picked up his cock, placed the blunt end of it against her small opening, wrapped a hand completely around each of her thighs and began to force his grotesque organ into her pussy. She watched in stunned silence as the immense head of Bung's cock slowly stretched her tight vaginal ring. She was still watching in morbid fascination when the pain of having her little hole stretched past what was so clearly an absurd degree finally reached her brain, hitting her like a blow with a lead pipe directly between her eyes. It hurt so bad that she was shocked into silence. When it finally occurred to her that screaming would be an appropriate response, she struggled to suck in as much air as she possibly could so that she could express clearly and unequivocally the degree of agony she was experiencing.

She was just about to let rip with the loudest scream of her life when the head of Bung's cock popped through her opening and the sudden snap of her over-stretched flesh as it tried to close on his thick shaft again stunned her into immobility. She lay there, holding a big gulp of air and watching in riveted horror as her horribly-distorted pussy received more and more of Bung's monstrous manhood.

The pain was so intense that it saturated her nerves and her mind, masking every other sensation. She felt numb everywhere but between her legs, where the thing driving inexorably into her was dragging her labial lips, her clitoris and much of the surrounding skin and hair inside with it.

When she was finally able to scream, she cried out so forcefully that her vocal cords could not stand the pressure and fluttered soundlessly in her throat. Try as she might, she couldn't make a sound, even though she exhausted her whole lung capacity in the effort.

She immediately sucked in another large breath so she could try again to give voice to the excruciating pain she was feeling. This time she had just managed to fill her lungs to capacity, when the bulbous head of Bung's cock smacked into her cervix, pushing it aside and burying itself into the very bottom of her vaginal cavity. The feeling of having her insides so brutally rearranged and her vaginal canal stretched to the thinness of a sheepskin condom pulled over a baseball bat triggered a cataclysmic orgasm that was so strong that it obliterated the pain in an instant.

Suddenly, Cathy felt transported to a different plane of existence. There, the agony she felt was transformed into the purest pleasure imaginable. In that one blindingly brilliant moment, her whole world changed and she felt her body and her mind melt and reform into a completely new person. She had a new goal in life, which was to experience this incredible feeling again. Everything else became secondary. From now on, she wanted to feel this way as often and as long as possible and she knew beyond the slightest shadow of doubt that she would do whatever it took to achieve that goal.

They say that there are drugs so powerful that they seize your brain so completely with the first dose that you instantly become addicted. That is exactly how Cathy felt with her body wrapped tightly around Bung's cock. In that second, she knew that this was as good as she could ever possibly feel and that her pussy had been totally right to put her into this situation and from now on it was going to be in charge of running her life.

She felt her hyper-extended vaginal muscles cramping as they tried to resume their normal shape. She smiled to think that it should hurt a lot to have them do that, but she only felt a slight tickle as her vanquished pussy tried vainly to expel the unnatural intruder in her body. She looked up at Bung to see his reaction to her ineffectual resistance and saw in his dull eyes a look of concern that she did not expect from a hulking rapist. The lack of expression on the rest of his face merely enhanced the impression she had that he cared if he was hurting her.

In fact, that was pretty much what Bung was thinking. After giving in to the reflexive urge to protect the girl, he had followed his instinct and penetrated her with his cock. Now, having never actually been inside a girl before, he was unsure how to proceed and the momentary confusion allowed his concern for her to reassert itself.

Cathy felt strangely drawn to the odd man with the immense cock, mostly because it's presence in her pussy was making her feel so incredibly wonderful, but also because he seemed to be willing to let her make the next move. Consideration was the last thing she expected in the present situation, but as she searched Bung's deep-set eyes in the poor light of the alley, she thought she saw a small spark of kindness there as well.

However it happened, the lull had given Cathy time to relax and become more used to having such a large piece of man-meat inside her. Her nerve-endings quieted and her cramps eased as she became accustomed to being a glove to his knobby cudgel. She put a hand on her abdomen and traced the outline of his cock as it lay inside her tummy, awed by the size and the fact that it hadn't killed her to have such a huge thing shoved into her. Apparently all those stories she had heard about how female organs could stretch to great sizes and still remain intact weren't old wives tales after all.

Intrigued by the novel experience and drugged almost to delirium by the torrent of endorphins coursing through her body, Cathy began to work her hips around to see if she could get loose enough to allow Bung to move his cock inside her. She twisted and pulled and bent and pushed and soon felt her natural lubrication start to flow again, freeing the cock inside her to the extent that it could slip back and forth.

Encouraged by Cathy's actions, Bung started a slow fucking rhythm, pulling out a few inches and pushing back in only as far as he could without meeting significant resistance. The look of concern in his eyes faded back into one of raw lust as he felt her velvety-wetness sliding snugly over the skin of his cock. Releasing his grip on her legs, he reached to embrace her and in return she put out her arms to him. Their clinch was awkward, since Cathy's arms would only reach halfway around Bung's massive torso. She felt like a rag-doll in his arms. His arms wrapped completely around her torso and when he closed one hand over her D-cup breast, it barely filled his palm. She thought any one of his fingers was larger than most men's cocks and as she kissed one when he reached out to stroke her cheek, she wondered what it would feel like to have one of them pushed into her anus while he fucked her.

The thought seemed about to become real when Bung slid his hands under her ass and cupped her cheeks. She gasped as the tip of one finger brushed her wrinkled hole and she felt another shuddering climax race through her. She clasped her hands behind Bung's neck as he lifted her easily and stood up straight while raising and lowering her on his huge pole as if she were weightless.

This was a totally new experience for her and she came repeatedly while being used so effortlessly. She loved being handled this way by someone so much larger and so vastly stronger than she was. It made her feel all tingly and warm to be utterly at the mercy of such strength. She surrendered to the feeling and her excitement seemed to grow to even greater heights as she began to experience a series of climaxes that seemed to go on and on and on without any sign of stopping.

Just when she was certain that the next orgasm would be the one to tear her mind to shreds and leave her a jibbering basket-case, Bung pulled her down onto his cock as far as she could go and held her there. She felt his cock throb and his hot cum blast into her in a series of potent jets. He seemed to cum forever as one scalding stream of jizm after another was pumped into the deepest part of her, filling her and giving her one more mind-blowing climax.

He held her for a moment, his rough hands tenderly caressing her body, then he lay her down again and began working his slowly-softening cock out of her pussy. The process of struggling to free himself gave Cathy the absolute conviction that it would result in her pussy being turned inside-out but failed to engender in her anything more than amusement and wide-eyed wonder. She was amazed that even after a few minutes, it was still plenty big and the head seemed to be wedged inside her. Helpfully, she braced her feet on the stack of paper and he managed to withdraw with a final rather loud slurping noise.

Pulling herself upright, Cathy sat holding her knees as she stared in amazement at the slow flood of thick white semen that oozed out from between her legs.

"There must be more than a pint of it," she thought. "And so thick! Ronny's cum is thin and watery compared to this."

She bent forward as far as she could and put her head between her knees to inspect the damage he had done to her. Her formerly small, tight opening was now stretched into a cavernously-gaping maw that showed no sign of shrinking back to its original size. She saw that her poor pussy was so large now that she could have put her whole hand into herself with no trouble at all.

"I'm ruined," she thought, sadly. "Ronny's cock will be lost in there. It would be like trying to fuck the tunnel under the English Channel."

She used her fingers to try to force her sex closed. She managed to fold her labia over the hole and then giggled at the futility of it. She had been raped by a man whose organ redefined the meaning of the word 'hung'. He had made her climax so hard that she thought she would go crazy. She was still shaking, not from the brutality of the act, but from the violence of the orgasms she had experienced.

"Maybe no other man could satisfy me now," she thought. "Maybe I haven't been so much 'ruined' as 'spoiled' for other men. Certainly very few men could measure up to this one."

Cathy looked accusingly up at Bung, her legs spread wide to show him the awesome destruction he had caused.

Bung was unfazed by her look and seemed not at all guilty about what he'd done to her. He admired his work dispassionately, as though he thought he'd accomplished his task and was merely resting until called upon to take up another. In fact, that was pretty much the case. Without someone to prod him into motion, he was the proverbial immovable object.

"Why is he still here?" Cathy wondered, attributing more to Bung's presence than simple inertia. "He got what he wanted, yet he's still staring at me with that same peculiar look in those deep-set eyes. Why doesn't he leave?"

At the thought of him leaving, perhaps never to be seen again, Cathy felt a sudden sense of loss or abandonment.

"What's your name?" She asked the huge man as he closed his fly and hitched up his baggy pants.

"Bung," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate between the brick walls of the alley.

"I'm Cathy," she said, and she rolled off the paper and put her feet back on the ground. As soon as she was vertical, thick cascades of creamy jizz poured out of her slack pussy and ran down the inside of both her legs.

Cathy smiled weakly at Bung. She felt a bit embarrassed at the mess, but also an odd sense of smugness over the sheer quantity of cum she had coaxed from the big man.

"I guess I can now say with complete certainty that I've been seriously-fucked!" Cathy thought giddily as drops of white slime began to collect on and drip from her stretched-out and dangling labia.

Cathy put a hand on her belly and slid it down until her fingers bracketed her dripping hole. "I wish there were someone else here to see this," she thought, "I feel like I want to go show off." Her initial reaction of dismay and sadness over having her pussy devastated had vanished in the subsequent surge of the most powerful 'freshly-fucked' feeling he had ever had.

She had to brace herself on the cardboard until her shaky legs would hold her upright. After she was sure they weren't going to buckle under her, she took a couple of steps. She moved with exaggerated caution, like she was learning to walk all over again. Stepping carefully over Pete's inert form, she bent and searched the pile of garbage bags for her keys. She picked them and her purse up and then held out her hand to Bung.

"Come with me," she said.

He took her hand, which closed over only two of his fingers. She led him over to the street door of her apartment and opened it, then she led him up the narrow stairs to her apartment. He followed her obediently into the apartment and just as meekly into the bathroom, where she undressed him, took off her shoes and socks, and coaxed him into the shower with her. Ignoring the cramped quarters of the stall, she washed them both. Bung enjoyed the new experience. He tried to return the favor by rubbing her all over with a loofah. He was a bit too rough with it, which made her squeal and jump against him and he enjoyed that, too.

After they were both clean and dry, she led him into the bedroom. She pulled him onto the bed with her and crawled on top of him, stretching herself out on his large muscular body as if he were a bear-skin rug. She stroked his face and stared into those inscrutable eyes that held far fewer secrets than she imagined. She kissed him and encouraged him to kiss back, something that he seemed to have had no experience with at all.

After a few kissing lessons, Bung's immense organ began to twitch and grow. Cathy encouraged it as best she could, by stroking it with both her hands at the same time and licking the broad head until it was shiny with her saliva. When it was fully erect and as hard as teak, she straddled his hips and impaled herself on it once again.

The second time, it was slightly easier to manage, but it produced the same intense, multiple orgasms as before. Bung was even more gentle and considerate than before, letting her dictate the pace and the depth of penetration while she rode him to a series of climaxes that left her limp and grinning but determined to do it all again as soon as possible.

The third time was easier still, but just as satisfying for both of them. Eventually, they were both completely spent and Cathy fell asleep lying on top of Bung's chest, rising and falling with his breathing like a boat rocking on the ocean.

When the alarm went off in the morning, they made love once again, then she made him breakfast and got herself ready for school.

She settled him in front of the TV and gave him the clicker, which he immediately demonstrated he could use by scanning trough all the channels, one after another.

"Men" she thought, "are all the same."

She got his attention long enough to kiss him goodbye. Then she ran her fingers through his thick brown hair and said, "I'll be back and fix you lunch, OK?"

He looked up at her and smiled. "OK ... Cathy," he said, before turning back to the TV and a movie that was just coming on.

"That's three words in all," she thought. "He's said just three words to me so far. I guess I should be flattered that he remembered my name. If he's still here tonight, I'm keeping him. He's a very unusual man. Not a great conversationalist. Not even close to average intelligence. But if no one claims him in a week, he's mine. And I'll do everything I can to make him as happy as he makes me."

She left the apartment and checked to be sure the door locked behind her. The alley was empty. The garbage and the pile of cardboard had been collected, as had Pete, who was at that moment sitting in the drunk tank trying to remember his own name. Bung's blow had scrambled his brains for him and it would be weeks before he even recalled his former partner in crime. He never did manage to remember what happened the night they parted company.

Cathy walked out of the alley onto the street. The caress of the bright morning sun felt very pleasant. The light reflecting from her naked skin only marginally enhanced the glow that seemed to shine from deep inside her. Today she wore a small, very impractical pair of thong sandals instead of her oxfords and she skipped along like a six-year-old with them clapping the soles of her feet.

Where the street had been deserted the night before, this morning it was bustling with people going to work. Most of them glanced at Cathy as she walked along the sidewalk and there were several outright stares and even a few wolf-whistles. Cathy smiled cheerfully at everyone, even those who gave her disapproving looks. She was much too happy to let anything like that bother her.

She found that she rather liked being watched; even if was by someone who went beyond an admiring look to a deliberate stare.

"I should get a bikini-wax," she thought. "I need to shape up things a little down there. It looks OK, but I think it would look better if I take if all off. Or maybe I'll just keep a small triangle of hair above my slit. Maybe I'll trim it into a heart. He wouldn't say anything, but I'm sure he'd notice. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. He likes to look at my body. I want to make it as attractive as I can for him."

It was his considerate nature, his willingness to let her have the lead in bed, to set the tempo, to decide when she was ready for penetration, to always let her cum several times before he did, that she found almost as important as the size of his equipment. One without the other would be very unpleasant for her.

So he wasn't very bright and he didn't talk hardly at all. She was a teacher, after all. She could help him to learn whatever he could, to reach his full potential, whatever that turned out to be.

"Plenty of room in the world for big, strong men," she thought. "If he gets bored watching TV, maybe we can find him a simple job where brawn is more of an advantage than brains. Maybe he could work in construction as a laborer. The pay isn't much, but he won't have too many expenses living with me. I'll take care of him."

Cathy imagined what Bung would look like just wearing work boots and a pair of jeans — his broad, muscular chest rippling as he carried some heavy piece of equipment — his big thighs bulging — and his cock making a tremendous lump in his shorts. The picture turned her on so much that she became quite aroused. Her nipples swelled, her pussy flooded itself with lubricants, and her clit stood stiffly to attention.

"Well," she thought, "I chose to live this way, with my whole being exposed to the world. If people can tell I'm happy from looking at my face, why shouldn't they be able to tell I'm sexually aroused by looking at other parts of me?"

Half a block from her apartment, she felt something wet on her leg. When she stopped to look at it, she discovered a trickle of Bung's cum oozing out of her well-stretched pussy. She quickly mopped it up with a tissue.

At the end of the block, it happened again. This time she decided to just let it drip. "So what if someone notices?" she thought. "They will know that I've just been fucked. If they care to look closely enough, they will see from the way my pussy lips are hanging open that I've been fucked repeatedly by a truly big cock; one so huge that I'm sure the very sight of it would send most women into hysterics. So let them look. I'm proud of myself.

"If someone asks, I'll tell them outright how big it is and how great it makes me feel when it's inside me, and how he makes me cum so hard I think it will drive me insane! If they want to see, I'll show them. I'll spread my legs and show anyone who wants to look what a real cock can do to you."

At the intersection, she stood patiently with her hands to her sides and her feet shoulder-width apart so the drops of semen would fall and splatter on the concrete between her feet, marking the spot where she stood with a small puddle.

"Plenty more where that came from," she thought, remembering how she had to run to the bathroom with her hands cupped between her legs after each time he came in her. She would sit on the toilet and watch in awe as the better part of each massive load poured out of her yawning pussy. She remembered that even the third time last night; he still squirted almost half a cup of thick cream into her.

"He's quite a stud," she thought. "It seems so effortless for him. Not at all like Ronny."

Her fiancée, Ronny, for all his posturing fighter-jock machismo, could barely manage to make love to her twice in an evening. Ronny's cock was certainly no match for Bung's by any measure she cared to make. She remembered the fantasies that she indulged in when she and Ronny had sex. She certainly hadn't needed any fantasies to get off when she was in bed with Bung. Bung was a fantasy all by himself. She pictured him as a Viking warrior, carrying a massive war-hammer and wearing the skins of wild animals that he had killed.

"He should have lived in those days," she thought, "fighting and pillaging and raping his way through the coastal towns he raided. He's really just out of his time."

When she arrived at the school, she visited the restroom in the Teacher's Lounge to freshen up before going on to her classroom. All the walking and bouncing had shaken most of the cum out of her, so she just needed to wipe up the streaks on her legs and blot the dampness from her labia. Her inner lips seemed to be thicker and hang down lower than they used to. She wondered if this was because she had kept herself turned on by thinking about her new lover all the way to school or if it was a consequence of having been reamed out by his enormous organ. Either way, she'd better get used to it; at least for the time being. She tugged on them so they'd hang down even further as a sign of her new status as a 'real woman'.

"I'd better start carrying a towel with me, like Kim and her friends. Otherwise I'll leave wet spots wherever I sit. Oh my goodness! What am I going to tell them? How will I explain what happened to me? Yesterday I was afraid to step outside. Today I'm a different person. For them, that was a result of self-exploration. But in my case, I'm the one who got explored and I loved it! Does it even matter? Does this have to be purely an intellectual exercise? Let them explore their young minds. I've discovered how good sex can be and I want to explore that as far as I can!"

Pulling a thick pad of paper towels from the dispenser, Cathy hurried off to her room.

The rest of the morning was an endless series of questions from the students and the other teachers about her decision to become a nudist and her position as the faculty advisor for the Club. She answered each one as simply and as honestly as she could, even when they strayed well into areas which she had considered 'personal'.

"I bet you aren't having any problems keeping the kids' attention today," Mandy Stevens, the Home Economics teacher, observed when they were taking a short break in the lounge. Mandy was only a couple of years older than Cathy and was the closest thing to a confidant she had at school, a relationship that Mandy had deliberately cultivated with each new hire.

"As a matter of fact, they are hanging on my every word," Cathy replied. "I've never had students who were this attentive. I just hope they are managing to absorb some of the subject while they're ogling me."

"I'm not surprised that they're staring," Mandy said, "You're very pretty with your clothes on. Without them, you're stunning. And you seem so poised and at ease with this. Have you been to a nudist resort or something?"

"Never! But I must have been primed to accept the challenge. My life was so ... predetermined, so laid out for years in advance. I needed something to shake me up and make me take a look at who I am. But it's not just the Nudist Club business," Cathy told her, "I met someone last night who has changed my life."

"Oh? A man?"

"Very much a man!"

"Oh! And I suppose he swept you off your feet with his charm and his good looks?"

Cathy smiled at Mandy's description. That was a picture of Ronny. Bung would never be accused of either charm or good looks. He wasn't ugly and could even be considered ruggedly handsome in a caveman kind of way. But his lack of expression and silent manner was the exact opposite of charm. As for sweeping her off her feet, Bung had certainly done that, but he had accomplished it by brute force.

Cathy vividly remembered feeling cardboard under her bottom while she was being raped. She remembered the first man starting to fuck her while pinching and pulling her nipple. Then Bung had taken his place and made her a living sheath for his fleshy club. It was a strange way to meet someone.

"No," Cathy said, "the other kind. You've heard the expression 'hung like a horse'? Well this guy could give horses penis-envy!"

"What? I always thought that was an exaggeration. How big is he?"

Cathy held her hands apart to illustrate the length and made a 'C' shape with her thumb and fingers to show the girth of Bung's organ.

"You're kidding! Tell me you're kidding!"

Cathy shook her head.

"Girl, a thing that big would split you wide open!"

"It felt like it the first time! I thought it would kill me, the pain was so bad. But then I started cumming hard and I thought I would never stop. The pain was worth it for that. I've never felt anything like that before. Really, it felt so good, I thought I was going to go crazy!"

"So there were no ill effects from being with someone so ... gifted? I've always heard that you should stay away from well-endowed men because they would ruin you for other guys."

"If by 'ill effect', you mean being having the place between your legs turned into a scale model of Mammoth Cave, then yes, you could say there are ill effects. But I don't think of it as being 'ruined'. I think of it as being remodeled for a new tenant. And as far as 'other' guys go, if you mean those men with small cocks, then I'm not interested in them anymore. Now that I've felt what super-size can do for me, I won't be ordering any more child's portions."

"Now I know you're putting me on! 'Mammoth Cave', indeed! You slept with someone bigger than you were used to and now you think you've been over the rainbow. You're just pulling my leg!"

"Oh no, I'm not! If you want, you can see for yourself."

"All right! I'm calling your bluff. Come into the Ladies with me, unless you're too shy to show it off."

"After you."

The private restroom for female teachers was a sink and a stall. There was just room for the two of them to stand and be able to close the door behind them. Mandy turned the lock so they would have privacy and looked at Cathy expectantly.

Cathy hopped up onto the corner of the vanity, flinching as her butt touched the edge of the cold steel sink. She hesitated for a second. She had told herself all the way to school that this was something she would boldly do if asked, but now that she was really about to display her sex to someone, she felt a little uneasy about it.

With a shrug and a quavering smile, she forced her knees widely apart so Mandy could get a look between her legs. Her friend bent over and peered curiously at her pussy. She was so close that Cathy could feel her warm breath on her sensitive skin.

"OK, it's a little pink and puffy. You've obviously been getting some serious dick in there, girl. And you're open about an inch or so, but I don't see the chasm that you led me to expect."

"When I left the apartment, I needed a screen door down there to keep the flies out. I'm glad to hear that it's closing back up again, even if only a bit. Remember, I used to be tiny. Up until yesterday it was normally almost fully closed. I had to work to get two fingers in there. I used to make Ronny ease into me reeeeeal slowly, and even then it was painful if he got too carried away."

"I can get a couple of fingers in mine too," Mandy admitted. "More than that is too uncomfortable. If, ah, I'm very excited, then someone might get three in there, but I usually cum pretty quick after that."

Mandy put the palms of her hands on the insides of Cathy's thighs. She used her thumbs to spread Cathy's labia apart to get a better idea of how far she had been stretched.

Cathy was surprised at the boldness that Mandy displayed by touching her like this. She had been thinking about showing off her pussy, but she never dreamed that someone would want to touch her there as well. She flinched a little as Mandy's thumbs lightly brushed over her clit, but then she relaxed as she got used to the warm hands between her legs.

Mandy pressed Cathy's lips apart, tugging on her clit as she did so. She did it again, pulling Cathy still further open. Mandy had as much experience with women as with men and she'd seen enough pussies close up that she could tell that Cathy hadn't been kidding about the size of the cock her new boyfriend had between his legs. She had been hoping for an opportunity like this for as long as she had known Cathy. She could see from her puffy, distended labia and the dewy drops of juice clinging to them, that Cathy was already very aroused. In her opinion, it shouldn't take much to make the girl so hot she would beg for Mandy to eat her right here and now. Mandy licked her lips at the thought. She could hardly wait to get her tongue into Cathy and taste her sweet juice.

Cathy quickly became so hot from Mandy's surprisingly expert caresses of her sensitive parts that she abandoned her better judgment in her willingness to get more of the same. She leaned back as best she could on the corner of the vanity and let her friend do whatever she wanted. Every touch of those wonderful hands just seemed to make Cathy even more turned on.

Seeing Cathy surrender to her made Mandy even more bold. She pushed a finger inside Cathy to the second knuckle. Feeling little resistance, she added another, sliding both fingers in all the way to the third knuckle.

Cathy responded by tilting her hips so that Mandy could go even deeper into her. She began to breathe more rapidly and a flash of heat rushed from deep in her abdomen to color her face. Her legs spread even wider apart, seemingly on their own. It was if Mandy's hands were playing Cathy like a violin and her clit was vibrating with the strings.

Mandy put a third finger into Cathy and rotated her hand around to feel the tautness of the girl's pussy. Cathy felt amazingly loose. She pushed all four fingers of one hand into her. If someone had done that to her; she would be screaming in pain. Cathy just moaned and seemed to enjoy it. Mandy folded her thumb into her palm and eased her whole hand into Cathy's soaking wet pussy until the ring of flesh closed on Mandy's wrist.

Cathy closed her eyes and arched her back, luxuriating in the wonderful sensation. No one had ever done this sort of thing to her before and it felt almost as good as having Bung's cock in her.

Mandy pushed her hand into Cathy as far as it would go. She was amazed at how deep the girl was. Her boyfriend must really have a monster between his legs to have made her this big in just one night. She made a fist inside Cathy and pulled her hand back until her fist started to stretch her pussy opening from inside. She noted that Cathy's breasts were heaving with each ragged breath and her nipples were hard little lumps. More importantly, her clit had swelled out of its hood and had hardened to an almost purplish hue. Mandy leaned down and licked the hard knot of nerve endings. She saw Cathy tense her stomach and clutch the side of the vanity so hard that her hand went white from the pressure. It wouldn't take much more for Cathy to reach a gut-wrenching climax.

Mandy pumped her arm a couple more times, to bring Cathy within a hair's breadth of orgasm. Just when she felt the vaginal muscles begin to twitch and grab at her fist, she stopped and quickly pulled her hand out.

Cathy's eyes shot wide open at the sudden feeling of emptiness, where a second ago there had been a wonderful feeling of something big and hard moving inside her. She felt like she had been hit with a bucket of cold water and she took a few seconds to catch her breath before she could speak.

"Wha ... what's the matter? Why'd you stop? Damn, I was so close. So close..."

"You looked like you were about to cum big time. You might have cried out, even screamed. I couldn't take the risk. We'd both probably get fired, you see? Can't have that, can we? Besides, you have a class in a couple of minutes. I guess you'll just have to wait until lunchtime to go home to your friend with the big cock and get some relief."

Mandy unlocked the door and took Cathy by the arm, pulling her off her perch on the vanity to stand wobbly on her feet. Then she dragged her out into the bustling lounge without giving her even an instant to recover her composure. Cathy was sure that everyone could see the state she was in, with her erect nipples and labored breathing and steamy pussy.

Mandy almost giggled at the thought that Cathy would spend the next hour fighting the hormones racing through her blood, remembering how close she had come to release. Mandy wanted the moment in the Ladies room to be burned into Cathy's mind forever. She wanted Cathy to be so aroused that even if she went right home and had sex with her boyfriend, she would still come back and beg Mandy to make love to her.

A couple of the female teachers saw Cathy's condition and hid their amusement behind coffee cups and magazines. Cathy wasn't the first person Mandy had taken into the john, only to leave moments later in a state of frustrated arousal, she was just the first one who had been naked for the procedure and who now had no way to hide the fact that she was sexually over-stimulated and teetering on the verge of having a public climax.

Even to the male teachers, Cathy's condition was clear and the cause was obvious. They knew that Mandy was bi-sexual and had played this game with almost all of the younger staff members of both genders. She loved to tease you into a state of almost painful need for relief and then leave you there. She had made sexual arousal into a form of torture. She got off on hearing her victims beg her to let them cum, of seeing them walk around with hard pricks and swollen, aching balls, trying to hide their conditions and succeeding about as well as a cat going through the motions of covering up it's mess on a tile floor.

The irony was that any of her victims could stop it any time they wanted by making a trip to a restroom stall for a little manual assistance for their problem. If you did, the game was over and Mandy lost interest in you. She wanted you hard and primed and ready to pop on her command and her command alone. Keeping you on the edge gave her power and made her eager to play with you some more. Lately, she had even fitted a couple of the men with steel cock and ball cages that went on easily when you were soft, but made a tight seal around your scrotum and the base of your cock as you got hard. The result was a huge erection that wouldn't go down and was exquisitely painful.

Mandy loved that. The men who wore the cage could look forward to Mandy fucking them like a crazed rabbit between each class period. The catch was that the cage wouldn't let you cum until the pressure had built up so high that it felt like your cock was splitting open when you finally managed to climax.

The women who had let themselves be lured into her games lived in a mixture of dread and anticipation that she would find something equally awful to do to them. They fantasized about wearing strap-ons with the dildo pointing inward or having their butts plugged until Mandy thought they had suffered enough.

While her male victims could resort to the standard schoolboy dodge of covering their bulging privates with a notebook, her female playthings normally had the advantage of clothing to hide their embarrassment. Cathy was blatantly turned on and had no way to hide it. Everyone who saw her would know immediately that she was in heat. Her breathing was ragged. Her skin was flushed and her hands were shaking. Her eyes were unfocussed. Her nipples were as large and as stiff as those pink rubber pencil erasers, standing high on puffy pink peaks. Below her small patch of curly brown pubic hair, her extremely swollen clit protruded well beyond her pouting pussy lips. Even a blind man would be able to smell the sweet, musky odor of sex, even if he couldn't see the drops of fluid running down the inside of her thighs.

Having been one of Mandy's more willing victims until he got tired of the role of submissive, Brad Grogan empathized with Cathy, but couldn't resist indulging in a little torture himself. He jumped to his feet and blocked Cathy's escape from the crowded lounge.

"Hi, Cathy! Listen, I want to tell you how impressed we all are that you've chosen to take on the Nudist Club. You're the ideal person to be doing this, with your natural assets and all." Brad knew Cathy didn't understand two words of what he was saying. She was swaying on her feet and her eyes kept wandering toward the door, as if she would be safer out there with the hundreds of perpetually horny teenagers. Brad just wanted an excuse to stand close enough to Cathy to accidentally brush the sleeve of his tweed jacket against her bright red nipples. He managed to get in a couple of good swipes and each time Cathy's eyes would slam shut as the coarse cloth rasped across her tender flesh. After each time she would open them again and they would be even more glazed and out of focus.

Finally, Cathy just mumbled something and edged her way around Brad with her arm raised to ward off any further contact with his sleeve. She stumbled to the door and fumbled with the handle until she remembered to push on it rather than pull. When she had staggered out into the hallway, Brad looked down at the toes of his black wing-tips. One of them had several drops of fragrant liquid on it that hadn't been there before. Brad smiled evilly and got a refill of coffee before going back to his classroom.

Cathy found herself in her classroom without remembering how she got there. She taught the next class in a thick fog of heat and desire. Mandy would have been thrilled to see how confused and preoccupied she was. She lost her place in the lesson and even made a few errors in logic as she tried to explain a theorem.

Compounding the problem was that she seemed to command even greater attention from the students. It was as if they were waiting expectantly for her to fall over her desk and rub her clit violently until she climaxed in front of them all. The thought of doing exactly that kept stealing to the front of her thoughts and she was continuously forced to push it away and to keep her mind on the lesson. Her hands would drift of their own accord to the vicinity of either her breasts or her groin and she picked up her notebook and the textbook to keep them occupied.

The furniture in the room seemed to have turned magnetic. Cathy felt pulled to her large metal desk because the top was just at the height of her pussy and she just knew it would feel so good to press her burning sex onto the cool steel of its rounded corner. She came within an inch of doing it once and had to pull herself away and go stand at the lectern until the compulsion receded.

She put her books on top of the lectern and thought she would be relatively safe there until she caught herself with her hand on the round support shaft, stroking it up and down and thinking about how big and hard it was. She retreated to the whiteboard and seized an eraser and a large blue-capped dry-erase marker. She continued the lesson, gesturing with the marker and gripping the eraser until she suddenly discovered that the marker had somehow magically disappeared. She kept talking while she glanced around the whiteboard tray and scanned the floor for the vanished item.

The explanation dawned on her when she noticed several of the students stifling giggles and hiding smiles behind hands and notebooks. She whirled to face the whiteboard and tried to surreptitiously let the fingers of one hand dangle between her legs. She almost fainted when she felt the bottom of the marker protruding a half-inch out of her pussy. She remembered nothing about how it got there, but she decided that the best way to deal with it was to simply shove it completely inside and pretend that nothing had happened. She curled a finger onto the concave base and pushed until the entire plastic marker was lodged invisibly inside her.

If being so hot she could hardly stand it wasn't bad enough, the marker insisted on making its presence felt by trying to slip out of her. She was so wet down there that even standing with her knees locked together wasn't sufficient. She had to keep her vaginal muscles clenched as firmly as she could to keep control of the slippery object and that just exacerbated her situation by making her even more aroused.

She discovered, however, that once her pussy had something to play with, her hands were once again under her control and if she could manage to keep reading, she could finish the class without any outward displays. What she didn't realize, and didn't look to see, was that contracting her vaginal muscles had a sympathetic effect on her abdominal muscles and the whole class could easily see her belly convulsing as her pussy played with its toy. Few students could recall the topic of the class, but they all vividly remembered the performance that the amazingly hot Miss Kelvin put on for them.

Toward the end of the class, Cathy reached a plateau of arousal where her thinking became clearer while her body continued to burn with passion. Correctly or not, she attributed the change to having something inside her and she thought that this would be a good temporary solution until she could get home for a cock-fix. She worried that the marker might leak, though, and when the class ended, she collapsed into her chair. With her legs under the desk she was hidden from casual view while she forced the marker out into her hand and tossed it onto the desktop to dry.

Searching the junk-filled desk drawer for something less likely to turn her bright blue, she found a plastic pencil-case that had been left behind by one of the students and that she had tossed in there in case they came back for it. A thick cylinder of pink plastic about ten inches long and just over two inches in diameter with rounded ends, it was designed to hold a number of pens and pencils and keep them from being lost or crushed while being carried in a book-bag. The outside had yellow flowers painted on it and it was cross-grooved to provide a grip while the end-cap was being screwed on.

She hefted it in her hand and then unscrewed it and filled the case with as many pencils, pens, dead batteries, and other assorted bits of drawer-junk as it would hold. She screwed it tightly closed and then tried to cram the object into her overheated pussy before students began to arrive for the next class. She had closed up more than she thought, because she had to squirm and shove a little to get the case fully inside, a process she enjoyed tremendously and one that left her panting and dizzy. When it was firmly seated and she had a good hold on it, she sat and savored the sensation of being filled-up again. It wasn't Bung's cock. It wasn't nearly that big, but it still felt very nice and it turned the burning need she had been feeling into a smoldering feeling of satisfaction.

"A pacifier," she thought. "I just needed to give it a pacifier to suck on. And probably just in time. I don't want to close up too much. It would hurt all over again the next time he fucks me with that lovely big cock."

Now more in control of herself, but still steaming with desire that now held just at a slow boil, she gave her nipples a quick tug and twist to remind them that she hadn't forgotten them and to keep them stiffly erect.

"The last class seemed to appreciate the show," she thought, "I don't want to disappoint the next."

During the next class period Cathy was able to focus better on teaching. Still, the novelty of a naked teacher, especially one with a great body who was obviously in a state of high arousal, kept her students alert and attentive. Now that she wasn't in as much of a fog, she noticed that every boy in the room had an erection trying to burst out of his fly and that many of the girls were either attracted to her as well or were going into heat empathically, because she could easily tell that most of them weren't wearing bras and their hardened nipples showed perfectly under their thin cotton blouses and tops. A couple of girls in the front row even looked like they were about to drool on their desks, their jaws kept falling open and their pink tongues could be glimpsed moving around their mouths.

Cathy began to play to her audience. Again and again during the lecture, she let herself slide perilously close to a climax, only to yank herself back from the brink each time. She even made up a game. She asked a question of the class and called on a student to answer it. If they answered correctly, she would bend over and put her hands on the front of their desk giving them a wonderful close-up look at her stiff nipples on their puffy perches at the end of her full breasts while she asked the next question. This tactic improved class participation to the point that even students that she knew didn't have a chance in hell of answering correctly were nevertheless waving their hands in the air. She was sure there would be more studying tonight than before most quarterly exams.

She finally figured out that working her pacifier wasn't the furtive activity she thought when she noticed that one of the girls in the front row was holding a hand on her own abdomen while staring at Cathy's to try and figure out what was happening inside her. When she followed the girl's gaze, she saw that her belly moved like there was something alive crawling around inside her whenever she would clench her pussy around the pencil-box.

By now she had given up pretending there was nothing going on. "Let them wonder," she thought and kept on working her vaginal muscles on the hard surrogate cock. No doubt some members of the previous class had whispered to their friends in the hallway about the case of the disappearing marker, but that item was lying in clear view on the desk and no one but her knew what she had hold of now and what she might do with it.

"I might make a game of this, too," she thought. "'What's in the teacher's pussy today?' Maybe I'll give extra credit if they guess correctly. Of course, I'll have to find some different things to play with."

The idea intrigued her and she tried to think of things she could use.

"Candle? Possibly. There is that fat red candle in my living room that might feel very nice.

"Coke bottle? Very traditional. I bet every girl in the country has tried to get her pussy around one of those. Now I'm one of the few who can take the whole thing.

"Canned goods? Have to be something in an aluminum can without a paper label. Hmmm. I'll look around when I get home. Maybe there is something in the storeroom across the hall I could use. The landlord did say he always meant to have it cleaned out and turned into another apartment.

"This is going to be fun! I bet if I could find the right sized container I could put all the necessaries that I carry in that darn purse somewhere a lot more fun and have both hands free. Well, maybe not. It might be a little embarrassing at the store to have to pull it out to pay the cashier. It would be a great place to hide some extra cash, though. I'd like to see some pickpocket get it out of there!"

The end of the period was the start of her lunch break and Cathy was the first one out the door when the bell rang. She almost ran the few blocks home, tempting fate at each intersection if the light wasn't in her favor. Still, no one seemed annoyed at having to brake for a naked girl, so she made it home in record time and, miraculously, without being run over.

After unlocking the downstairs door, she stopped halfway up the stairs and removed her cock-substitute.

"I hope I won't be needing you for a while," she thought when she had managed to extract the large object. "Damn, but that felt good, though. I feel so empty now. I sure hope Bung hasn't run off."

She ran up the rest of the stairs and down the short hallway. She practically threw open the door to her apartment. When she did, she heard the sound of the TV. Peering around the corner, she was overjoyed to see Bung still sitting on the sofa, glued to the set.

She saw that he had managed to find the soft-core porn channel that was part of her cable package. "Men!" she thought. She never watched it herself. Well, almost never. When she stepped into the room, Bung looked up at her with a guilty look. She saw why when she noticed that his hand was holding a huge lump in his pants that could only be one thing.

"Oh, my!" she said, in mock alarm. "Looks like we have a problem. Is that nice big cock all hard? Does it need some attention? Here, let me take a look at it."

Cathy sat on the coffee table and bent over between Bung's knees to unfasten his fly and tug his pants down far enough to haul out his almost-hard cock. Her pussy flashed red-hot at the sight of it and she immediately covered it with kisses, printing her lipstick all over it until it looked like a big candy-cane. She tried again to get her mouth over the end of it, but it was just too huge for that. Instead, when it was completely stiff, she climbed up into Bung's lap and lowered herself onto the object of her desire, the thing she had been craving for the last few hours.

"OH!" she cried as the head forced its way inside her. The moment of pain quickly transformed into a flood of pleasure and she urgently squirmed her way down Bung's broad shaft. As she worked, trickles of her juice ran down his cock, making it easier for her to slide down.

In a matter of only a couple of minutes, she felt the head brush past her cervix and press into the deepest part of her pussy. She looked down at the join of their two bodies and saw that there was still three inches of cock she couldn't yet take into her.

"Have to work on that," she promised herself. "I definitely want all of it. I want the whole thing inside me, no matter how much it stretches me or how deep it goes. I've got to have all of it."

Bung had his hands cupping her butt, gently squeezing and supporting her. She kissed him, opening her mouth to let him stick his tongue inside so she would be full of him at both ends. She pressed her breasts against his chest and moaned as she felt the beginning of a climax rise within her, making her vaginal muscles twitch and try to close around the enormous beast that was stretching them to their limit.

This time it was Bung who moaned, a deep rumble that she felt as much as heard.

"Apparently all that practice with the marker and the pencil case is already paying off," she thought, gratified that she had been able to increase his pleasure as much as her own.

She let her weight carry her even further down his cock, forcing her vagina to stretch even further. She ignored the pain this caused her as a necessary price to pay for achieving her goal of taking him all the way to the root. When she had forced as much of it into her as she could, she put a hand between her legs and was happy to find that she had made even better progress than she had hoped. There was only a gap of about three of her fingers separating their groins. Satisfied with her progress for the moment, she eased back up, letting four inches of cock slip out of her before she rode it back down.

She built up to an easy rhythm, aided by Bung's support, which took most of the weight off her legs. He had already shown that he was quite capable of doing this without her making any effort, but she wanted him to know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and that she was willing to make whatever effort it took.

After only a few strokes, Cathy was in full orgasmic nirvana. She clutched at Bung's wide neck, but momentarily lost control of her legs, which were jumping and twitching while her climax suspended control of her muscles below the waist.

Bung smoothly took over, continuing to slide her up and down his cock, renewing her peak with every thrust. As before, she continued to cum until she was sure she had been cumming forever, all other thoughts disappeared from her mind and she lost herself in the sensation of pure ecstasy.

She was just starting to come down from her prolonged climax, when Bung's cock jerked violently inside her and started filling her to capacity with a mammoth load of sticky cream. The scalding heat and feeling of being filled to overflowing set her off again and she came so hard she passed out for a few seconds.

She came to lying limply on his chest like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"Damn!" she thought. "That's the first time that has happened. This just keeps getting better and better."

When she could move again, she raised up and looked Bung in the face.

"I hope he likes fucking me as much as I like being fucked by him," she thought. "I'll do anything to keep him here."

To show her gratitude, she kissed his craggy face all over before telling him, "Bung, you are the best lover I have ever had. I want you to know you can stay here with me as long as you like. OK?"

"Short and to the point," she thought. "Don't make any long speeches or try to over-analyze or explain things. He wouldn't understand. Actually, that's not just for him. I bet that would work on any man. K.I.S.S — Keep It Simple, Stupid."

Bung smiled broadly. He could hardly smile any other way with a mouth that big. He said, "OK."

"A man of few words," she thought. "Almost no words, actually. But at least I got the answer I wanted."

Cathy hugged Bung as hard as she could, which was difficult because the only part of him she could reach around was his neck, and that felt like hugging a tree trunk. Realizing that lunchtime was quickly running out and she would have to leave for school soon to be there in time for her next class, she tried to pry herself off Bung's cock as quickly as she could without turning her vagina inside-out in the process.

When the head came free she clamped a hand between her legs and scuttled into the bathroom before anything could leak out. She was about to jump onto the toilet when she stopped for a moment to savor the feeling of being completely awash in cum.

"That feels so good," she thought, churning his cream inside her with her newly discovered vaginal muscles. "That's such a wonderful feeling, I just want to clamp it shut and seal it all up in there. Oh, some other time." She sat down and watched, fascinated while the gooey stuff slowly poured out of her gaping pink hole like white molasses. After the first flood, the flow slowed to an excruciatingly sluggish pace. She became impatient and rolled off a wad of tissue that she used to wipe up as much as she could.

"He really cums by the bucketful," she thought. "I'm going to have to get used to this dripping out of me all the time, I guess. Especially if I fuck and run; like today. I wouldn't be surprised at all if he weren't blasting a good bit of it on into my womb. Good thing I stayed on the pill. This is enough jizz to make half the women in the city pregnant."

Cathy finished up in the bathroom as quickly as she could and dashed to the kitchen to make lunch for them. She was just finishing up a couple of coldcut sandwiches when the smell of food got Bung's attention and he tore himself away from the TV and sat down expectantly on one of the stools at the counter.

Cathy proudly placed the nicely-garnished plate in front of Bung and then was stunned to see him devour the sandwich in two bites.

"Oh, well," she thought. "Big man, big appetite. I knew there had to be a drawback to this somewhere. I'll have to go grocery-shopping more often now that I'm cooking for five."

Cathy put the sandwich she had made for herself on Bung's plate and was pleased to see that it lasted him twice as long as the first. She quickly made a couple more, and when Bung slowed his voracious attack on the third sandwich to the point that she could see him chewing it before swallowing, she started to eat the last one herself.

"Right. He's going with me to the store. I'm going to need him to carry all the food we're going to need. Oh shoot! Look at the time. I have to leave now to make my next class."

There was only a couple of pieces of bread and a lone olive left after lunch, so cleanup was just a matter of sweeping empty wrappers and jars into the trash. Cathy then climbed up the stool next to Bung's and, standing on the second-highest rung, she leaned over and kissed him goodbye before grabbing her bag and heading back out the door.

"I'll be back..." She hesitated. She had noticed that Bung's grasp of time wasn't too good and she wasn't really sure he could even tell time. She decided to stick to the K.I.S.S. principle. "I'll be back before dark," she said, and blew him a kiss as she closed the door.

She stepped across the hall and opened the storeroom door. Mr. Mazurki had told her that he was going to have it all cleared out someday and that she was welcome to anything in there that she thought she could use. She had peeked in there before but she didn't remember anything other than a large room with stacks of boxes against the wall and what she assumed to be furniture under tarpaulins.

This time she saw that the room had been an upstairs pool hall before the current owner had decided to close it and convert the space into apartments. The project was only half complete and all the pool tables had been moved to one side of the hall before the apartment walls were put up. Cathy lifted the cloth on the closest table. The felt underneath looked brand new and there was a set of shiny balls on the table along with a couple of cue sticks. It looked like whoever moved the tables had had one last game before covering them up.

On impulse, she grabbed the black 8-ball and carried it away with her. She'd never played pool, but when she was a young girl, she had a fortune-telling game that looked just like this. On the way down the steps to the alley she stopped to examine it closer. At 2 ¼ inches across and just over a third of a pound, it was a very hard, solid object with a lot of weight for its size.

Cathy smiled and spread her knees wide so she could feed the heavy ball to her pussy. It went in easily since she was still very loose from her encounter with Bung's enormous cock and her pussy was still coated with his cum. She closed her legs and stood still until she was sure she could hang onto the ball. It wanted to drop out, but she found that by keeping her lower muscles contracted, she could keep it from escaping.

As she walked up the alley to the street, she noticed that the ball felt quite different from the longer pencil case. It didn't fill her up as nicely, but the concentrated weight had a very nice heft and she liked the way it felt when her hips swayed as she walked.

Two blocks down the street, she noticed something else. There wasn't anything dripping down her legs. The ball was sitting just inside her opening and acting as a plug for the cum that remained inside her vagina.

As she grew more used to its presence, she experimented with different strides to see how well she could hold the ball. It turned out that she had a better grip down there than she had suspected and she could hold the ball even at a bouncing jog that made her breasts gyrate around on her chest.

She had to stop at the next intersection for the light. When she looked around, she saw that a group of businessmen across the street from her had stopped to watch as she bounced along with her breasts flying. They were staring at her, admiring the view and wondering if she were going to do anything else.

Cathy smiled at them and waved. One waved back before they all turned to go their way.

"Well, I made life a bit more interesting for them," she giggled. "They'd be even more interested if they knew why I was jogging like that!"

Because of the good speed she made while jogging, she arrived a few minutes early for her next class and she spent the time relaxing in her wooden swivel-chair. Looking for the most comfortable position to sit in, she discovered that if she raised her knees and tilted her hips, the pool ball would roll around inside her, giving her the most wonderful sensation. As she rocked back to see how far it would go, she felt it speed up and then smack into her cervix. That sensation was so strong and so startling that she almost fell out of the chair.

"Whoa!" she thought. "That was wild. At first I thought it hurt, but it didn't, really. It just felt very different. Of course, this is the first pool ball I've had in me, so I guess that figures."

She rocked more gently, letting the ball roll back and forth through the length of her vagina, bumping into her cervix each time. After a minute of this, she realized that it was making her really hot and she rocked more vigorously.

"This is great! This is almost as good as being fucked!"

She let herself get hotter and hotter, until her nipples were again hard knots and her clit was fully extended and begging for someone to play with it. She was on the verge of a climax when the first student came in to take his seat and she had to quit. She sat up and smiled through grit teeth as the rest of the class filed in.

"So close! Damn! I was so close! Oh well, back to the game."

The rest of the school day went wonderfully. Cathy worked to keep herself in a state of arousal and continued to tease her students into paying better attention in class. While she never got daring enough to ask them to guess what was in her pussy, she was sure that her constant belly convulsions raised the question quite effectively without her bringing it up.

By the time the last class period of the day rolled around, Cathy had been flirting with climax for so long that she felt drunk on the high levels of hormones and endorphins that created that feeling. It had helped that, before the last period started, she had seen Mandy looking in while she was explaining the homework assignment she had written on the board. Mandy had obviously been checking on her to see if she had managed to get relief from the condition that Mandy had put her in before lunch. She had smiled at Mandy over the heads of the class in a way that she hoped would be interpreted as 'needy'. In fact, at the time, she had been very close to slipping over the edge into an orgasm and she was sure that she looked it. Beyond the usual signs of stimulation, the erect nipples, rapid breathing and the rest, her skin was covered with a light sheen of perspiration. Her palms were damp as well, and she tried to wipe them off by rubbing them on her body, something that threatened to go over the line into obvious self-stimulation — if not outright masturbation. She decided she needed to back off a little when she caught herself pulling on her nipple and rolling it between her fingers as she relished the flashes of pleasure it gave her.

After the last bell had sounded for the day, Cathy relaxed in her chair with her heels on the edge of the seat, tilting her hips back and forth so the pool ball would roll around inside her and giving her the most wonderful feeling. She no longer jerked when it bumped into her cervix, and had begun to think of that as the ball knocking on the door to her womb, wanting to be let inside.

"Mandy will be along soon," she thought. "She'll want me to be ready to play whatever game she has in mind. I need to get ready to look desperate."

She stopped rocking and let the ball roll forward through the soup of jizm and juice that it hade been marinating in all day. When it was in position, she relaxed her opening and let it slide slowly through to drop into her hand. She felt her opening close behind it as she had been working those muscles all day and they were tense and pumped.

"Mandy will help me get that opened back up, I'm sure," she laughed.

She wiped off the 8-ball with the small kitchen towel she had brought to sit on and put it away in her purse. She was mildly surprised at how warm it felt now.

Mandy walked in just when Cathy was putting her purse back under the desk. She stopped inside the door and swung it shut, rolling the bolt into place as it latched. She walked over to the desk and looked down at Cathy with a cruel smile rippling her lips.

"So, I haven't seen you since lunch," Mandy said. "Did you run home and get your little pussy fucked by a man with a great big cock?"

"Yes," Cathy confessed shyly. Mandy obviously wanted to be a dominant bitch and Cathy was so horny from denying herself relief for the last few hours that she was quite willing to play along.

"Show me," Mandy commanded. "Spread your legs and open that pussy. Show me how that big cock made your poor pussy all big and loose."

Cathy slid her rear down in the chair until her butt was just sticking over the edge. She grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet up on the seat on either side of her hips. She opened her knees so Mandy could get a good look at her pussy. She felt so naughty showing herself to Mandy like this. It was making her really hot again.

"This is going to be a lot of fun," Cathy realized. "I never would have considered playing this kind of game before. One thing I can tell about Mandy though — she's not the person you want knowing your worst fear. I better keep my mouth shut as much as possible or I'll just give her ideas. The less she knows about how far I'm likely to go, the better."

"Hmmm. Doesn't look too awful big to me," Mandy said. "Girl, I think you're still putting me on about the size of that cock. Here, hold still while I check you."

Mandy stroked her engorged labia and flicked a fingernail over her clit, making her jump. Mandy smiled at that, and slid one finger into Cathy's clenched hole.

"My, my. Aren't you a wet one. You're just running over. Someone has sure pumped a big load into here and you've managed to hang onto it, haven't you. Did you want to show me how your boyfriend filled your pussy for you? Well, I don't want to get all messy, so you're going to have to get rid of that nasty slop before I touch you. Get up from there. Put your legs over the arms of this chair. I want your ass off the seat. Come on, now."

Cathy climbed up and hooked a leg over each of the hard wooden arms of the chair. The arms cut into the backs of her knees and her feet dangled on both sides. The position was very uncomfortable. She was spread open as far as her legs would go and the tendons on the inside of her thighs were stretched as taut as piano strings. She couldn't hold her pussy shut in this position and as it was stretched apart a big glob of Bung's cum began to ooze out of her, threatening to drop onto the seat.

"You're going to make a mess. Here..." Mandy said, picking up Cathy's empty coffee cup and placing it on the chair seat under Cathy's ass. " ... put it in here. Come one. I haven't got all day. Open that hole up and let it out. Come on. Show me what you're so proud of."

The glob of goo plopped into the cup, followed by another and another as Cathy quit trying to hold herself closed and was finally able to relax and let go of the accumulation she had been carrying since lunch. Relaxing the muscles she had been holding tight for hours was a fantastic feeling. She tried to let all her internal muscles go limp. In the process, she relaxed her abdominal muscles as well, and her tummy pooched out a little. This triggered what felt like a flood pouring out of her pussy. Cathy hung her head back and let it all run out of her.

"My goodness, girl! That's quite a lot. You've stopped dripping, now. Come on, squeeze the rest of it out of there. Suck in that tummy and squeeze."

Cathy followed Mandy's orders. She sucked in her stomach and tried to push down as if she were in labor. Her efforts were rewarded by a few more plops of goop into the cup.

"Very good! I think that may be all of it. Let's see."

Mandy picked up the cup and held it in front of Cathy's face as Cathy lowered herself down so her ass rested on the seat of the chair again. Amazingly, the coffee cup was almost full of a nasty-looking translucent goo with streamers of white cum mixed in along with a trace of the coffee.

"We can't leave this lying around. The janitor has enough to deal with without having to dispose of your pussy-juice. Drink it."

Cathy reached for the cup before she fully understood what she was being told to do. She looked at Mandy to see if she were joking. Surely she didn't expect her to drink that mess.

"Go on," Mandy said, forcing the cup into Cathy's hand. "Drink up. All of it. Every drop."

The kinkiness of the act appealed to Cathy. She was curious about the taste. Bung's cock was far too large to fit in her mouth so, while she had used her lips and tongue on the slick head of his cock, she had always taken his load in her pussy and hadn't had a good taste of his cum yet. She put the cup to her lips and took a sip. It wasn't as nasty as she expected. Actually, once you got past the origin, it was kind of salty-sweet.

Cathy was still savoring the taste when Mandy put a finger under the bottom of the cup and tipped it up so that a quarter of the contents poured out into Cathy's mouth. Her eyes bugged and she swallowed a big gulp by reflex.

"Good girl! Now finish it all up."

Mandy kept raising the cup and pouring the contents into Cathy. She had to swallow as fast as she could to keep from drowning in the sticky stuff. When it was finally empty, she still had to keep swallowing to clear her throat of it so she could breathe again.

"Very good!" Mandy praised her. "I bet you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

Shyly, Cathy nodded her head. She looked into the cup and tilted it up again to lick the last drop from the rim as it flowed sluggishly down onto her tongue.

"Don't be greedy," Mandy said. "Let me have a taste."

Mandy bent over and kissed Cathy, sliding her tongue into her sticky mouth and stealing the drop of slime from her. She sucked Cathy's tongue into her mouth and then sucked it hard, as though she were trying to rip it out by the root. She even closed her teeth on it threatening to bite it off. After a moment, during which Cathy thought Mandy was seriously contemplating eating her tongue, Mandy relented and stood up, smacking her lips.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," she said. "Now, let's see that pussy, now that it's empty. Come on, back up on the chair, now. Get up and show me. Come on, don't make me bend over, get it up here."

Cathy again braced her legs on the arms of the chair and hoisted her pussy as high as she could with her legs spread so far apart. She was able to get the big toe of each foot onto the seat under the armrests and she used the support to let her arch her back and thrust her groin up even higher. The position was pure torture and she saw Mandy grin at her discomfort.

"Good girl! Now you stay just like that while I have a look."

Cathy thought it sounded like Mandy was talking to her like she was a pet dog doing a trick for its master. Still, she obeyed and she felt good when Mandy praised her for complying with her orders. She even tried to open her legs wider still, and relax her vagina completely to give Mandy a better view up her pussy.

"My, that is a big hole!" Mandy said in a tone of wonder. "It's positively immense in here. Goodness, you really have been reamed out, haven't you? I can see all the way to your cervix. Hello, little fellow! Say! Can you wink it? Hmmm? Can you blow me a kiss? Come on, try it. I bet you can."

Cathy had never heard of such a thing. Still, she tried to obey. She twitched every muscle she could find, hoping to find the right combination. Finally, she must have done it right, because Mandy clapped her hands.

"That's it! It puckered up and blew me a kiss. Oh, that's a very talented pussy you have there. You must spend more time training it. Really, I bet you could get it to do all kind of tricks if you set your mind to it. Here. Let me pet it for a reward. Hold on now."

Mandy slid her hand into Cathy's opening and forced her arm several inches past the wrist until the meat of her forearm plugged Cathy's hole. Mandy continued to push, until Cathy felt the familiar sensation that meant something was touching her cervix.

"There it is! It's a slippery little devil. Hey, you know you're leaking out of here. Your stud must have really blasted it into you good to get it all the way up there!"

Mandy played with Cathy's cervix some more and then pulled her arm out. She looked into the hole she had just had her hand in and put three fingers in on either side and started pulling Cathy open even more than she already was.

Cathy grit her teeth so she wouldn't scream. It felt like Mandy was tearing her apart. She could feel her soft pink flesh being brutally stretched and pulled as Mandy leaned into her work.

When Mandy finished, Cathy was shaking, but she managed to stay in position o the chair.

"Yeah, you're stretched out pretty good now, girl. I can almost get my head in there. Shoot, I think I can hear an echo. Hey, listen. You better work on teaching it those tricks, all right, 'cause that's how it's going to be earning its keep from now on. It's really too big to be much use as a pussy, unless you plan on hiring out as a sexual surrogate for farm animals."

Cathy had almost reached her limit, and was starting to lower her ass to the seat when Mandy stopped her.

"Not yet! You keep it up a little longer. There's one more thing we need to do."

Mandy reached into her bag and took out two transparent plastic cylinders. One of them looked like a hypodermic without a needle. The other was smaller and had one end open with a plastic gasket around it. Cathy stared at this apparatus with a look of trepidation, but said nothing. She was too excited from Mandy's treatment of her to even think of stopping now.

"Since you obviously get off on having that post-hole between your legs instead of a normal pussy, I'm going to give you a clit to match it. Hold still, now."

Mandy took the smaller cylinder and placed it over Cathy's clit after first skinning her hood back as far as it would go. Cathy whimpered but stayed in place. Then Mandy attached the other cylinder to the top of the smaller one and pulled back on the plunger.

The effect was instantaneous and remarkable. The vacuum created in the small cylinder sucked on Cathy's clit, engorging it with blood and making it swell to enormous size. In a matter of seconds it grew from a small nub to a bright red marble.

Cathy felt a feeling of pressure in her clit. It wasn't strong, and it wasn't unpleasant, but it was the strangest thing she'd ever felt. She felt her clit swell, but in the vacuum of the cylinder, there was no other stimulation. It wasn't until her clit had been sucked to the size of a walnut and had made contact with the sides of the plastic tube that the sensation hit her.

As her clit was sucked into the tube, her extremely sensitive flesh conforming to the curved walls, Cathy felt the most powerful sensation she'd every felt between her legs. It couldn't even be properly called feeling, because it was more like her nerves had been plugged directly into an electrical outlet and her brain was running on the power mains. She arched her back until the ligaments began to snap and creak in protest. She opened her mouth to scream, but just as she sucked in a lungful of air, Mandy twisted the pump off and stopped the suction, trapping Cathy's clit in the small cylinder.

Stunned, Cathy dropped into the chair and put both hands between her legs in an attempt to sooth her abused organ. The cylinder was shielding it from her touch and frustrated her effort. She tugged on the cylinder to try to get it off, but that only made things worse. When she pulled on it, it felt like her clit was being torn out by the root. All she could do was sit there with her legs splayed out, cradling the tube that was holding her grossly distorted clit a prisoner and look up at Mandy with a pitiful pleading expression.

"Oh, I know it doesn't look like much now," Mandy said reassuringly. "And it will shrink back to a smaller size when the vacuum is released. But we'll keep working on you a little each day and before you know it, it will be so big you'll need to wear a jockstrap to carry it around. You can forget about wearing panties from now on, your little clit is going to be sooooo sensitive that it would just drive you crazy to have it rubbing on something all the time. But that's not a problem for a nudist like you, is it. You're going to be showing your clit to everyone, anyway. You won't have a choice, really. It's just going to be sticking, or should I say 'hanging', right out there for everyone to see. Of course, if you're a naughty girl and you can't keep your hands off it, it will be sticking out from between your legs like a little hard-on and everyone will know for certain that you've been playing with yourself. Won't that be nice?"

Cathy looked at the tube with her clit trapped inside. It seemed to be getting even larger. It had swelled up to fill almost half the two-inch long tube. She looked up at Mandy again, unsure if she was being kidded or if having it trapped in a vacuum like this really would make her little clitty blow up as big as Mandy claimed. The prospect of having a clit bigger than the small pea it had been didn't seem all that terrible. After all, the bigger it was, the greater the sensations she would get from it. As for people seeing it, that sounded like something she could live with, too. They could already see all of the rest of her, why not her clit, too. The thought of having one that looked like a little boy's dick both disturbed and excited her. It sounded deliciously perverse to think of having a clit that big.

"We'll just leave that on for a few more minutes to give it a chance to set while I think about what to do with those nipples. Collars and cuffs, you know. We wouldn't want you to be mismatched. I'm just thinking - now you feel free to toss in an idea here if you like — but I'm thinking we need something to dress them up. Something to give people something to look at besides your big floppy clit. Now let's see, what did I bring..."

Mandy hunted through her large purse, pulling out tissues, compact, combs, keys, a foot-long dildo, wallet, a pair of handcuffs, and a pair of odd-looking objects with a squeeze-bulb on one end and a small funnel on the other.

"Ah! There they are. I knew I brought them with me. This will really help us get you fixed right up. Now let me see those nipples."

Cathy cupped her hands over her breasts with her palms covering her nipples. They had been erect most of the day and they were very sensitive. After having her clit imprisoned she was apprehensive about letting Mandy play her games with them.

"Come on now, let me see your pretty titties," Mandy coaxed. "I know you're very proud of them, you've been showing them off all day. I saw you waving them in the face of every horny boy in your class. Did you know that most of them rushed right out of here into the little boys' room so they could take out their lovely hard cocks and jerk themselves off until their balls ran dry? Hmmmm?

"Did you know that you've got most of the girls doing it too? Oh yes! After your fourth-period class there was a line of girls with wet pussies waiting to get in the girls restroom so they could pull their panties down and rub their little clits raw. I swear, there was so much squealing in there, it sounded like a hog farm during the breeding season. Some of them couldn't wait their turn. Some of them had their hands in their panties right there in the hallway, their fingers as far up their pussies as they would go. You realize that's why your Club members haven't been to see you today, they've been way too busy signing on new recruits — girls that you worked into a sexual frenzy with your perky nipples and your lovely, round, full breasts.

"So come on, you've showed them to the whole school, now it's my turn to play with them."

Mandy's tone became stern and Cathy quickly dropped her hands to her knees.

"Very good, but you're still hunching. Come on now, sit up straight and put your shoulders back. That's right. Here, put your hands behind the back of the chair. Good. Now lace your fingers together. That's very good."

Cathy heard the handcuffs ratchet shut an instant before she felt the metal close on her wrists. She immediately tried to jerk free, but she was effectively tied to the chair by her arms with her shoulders pulled far back and her breasts high on her chest. Her nipples stood straight up on the puffy peaks of her areolas, ready for whatever abuse Mandy's manipulative mind could devise. Cathy's breathing became shallow and rapid as she realized that she had let Mandy get her into a position where she was completely defenseless. Her heaving chest made her breasts an inviting target.

"Very nice," Mandy said, stroking Cathy's breasts with one finger. She dragged a fingernail across Cathy's left nipple, making the swollen pink flesh briefly turn white. Cathy squirmed at the pain, but with her arms pinned behind the chair-back she couldn't move an inch.

"Oh, yes. I know just the thing to set those off," Mandy said, as she rolled Cathy's hard nipples between her fingers. "Mind you, I thought about piercing them. But everyone does that nowadays. Then I thought about just nailing them to a board. That would have been fun! I even had a couple of really big roofing nails picked out, but dang it, I couldn't find my hammer. I know I had it last week. I thought I put it back in the tool box after I used it last, but it wasn't there when I looked, and I'm just not going to go buy another one when I know that one is around somewhere. You know how it is, don't you?"

Mandy sounded genuinely disappointed that she wouldn't be able to nail Cathy's nipples to a board. Her apologetic tone made Cathy positive that she would have done it and intensely grateful that she had narrowly escaped that horrific experience. Cathy looked down at her protruding bits of flesh and imagined Mandy gleefully pounding nails through them. The image was both terrifying and highly charged with erotic overtones. She felt her areola crinkle and contract as they responded to the idea, much as they had responded when she was about to be raped.

"Is there anything I don't think is hot?" Cathy wondered. "It sure doesn't sound like it. I guess I better get a good grip on myself. This is going to be a wild ride."

"Anyway, when I couldn't find that hammer, I thought of something else almost as good. It seems that the Farm Club faculty advisor has a contact at AMM and managed to borrow a brand new prototype of their latest portable model. I thought we'd get you two together and see what happened."

Cathy looked puzzled and suspicious. She didn't get it but she wasn't about to ask. She'd already twigged to Mandy's technique of tossing out an idea and watching to see which way you jumped. As long as she was chained and helpless, it was better to keep her mouth shut.

"Ah, I see," Mandy said. "You're a city girl. You never heard of AMM? Acme Milking Machines? I just know you'll love it once you get used to a regular milking. Why do you suppose those cows are so contented, after all?"

Cathy was stunned. A milking machine? Mandy wanted to hook up her breasts to a machine used to milk cows? Even as shocking as it sounded, the idea seemed incredibly kinky. She pictured being connected to a device built to drain the milk from her body. She imagined the relentless pulsations of the machine as it sucked away at her nipples. Thinking about it made her shiver with excitement. She could see Mandy standing by, monitoring her output, while Bung serviced her every few hours to keep her production up. She wondered what her milk would bring at the market. Would she be Grade A?

"With those tits you'll probably be good for a quart a day, once we get you up to speed," Mandy said, squeezing Cathy's breasts as if to estimate how good she'd be as a milker. "Of course, after the first few sessions, they wouldn't be tits anymore, they'd be teats. You see, the machine only has attachments for cows, not girls, so it will just stretch those nipples right out into long floppy teats. Your breasts will swell up tremendously when you're ready to be milked. They won't be high and perky like they are now. Oh no. They'll be big bulging bags of milk, drooping down your chest with your big nipples dangling from them.

"You're not a cow, of course, and you don't have the storage capacity they do, so you'll have to be milked two or three times a day at least. If you wait too long between milkings, you'll start to leak. Drops at first, but then spontaneous spurts. It will be terribly embarrassing, but you won't get any relief from it. If you skip a milking they'll hurt like the dickens. They'll feel like they are going to burst wide open even when they are leaking continuously. Eventually the pain will be so bad that you'll beg to be milked. You'll become addicted to the machine and you won't be able to stop."

Cathy was so hot from thinking about being turned into a cow that she felt drunk. The idea of being forced to give milk made her so excited that she almost climaxed from that alone. Thinking about having her breasts joined to a thing of steel and plastic that would suck her dry every few hours made her pulse pound like a bass drum. She imagined her firm, high, D-cup breasts bloated by milk, swollen several cup sizes to an F or even a G. On her slim body they would look gigantic. There would be tracings of blue veins standing out on her taut skin. Her nipples would be rosy red from the constant suction. They would be very big and fat, and when she was ready to be milked, they would leak constantly, with thick cream dripping from them. After milking, her breasts would hang almost flat and droop down her chest well below her ribs, flopping like empty udders, with her long, teat-like nipples dangling from the tips. Everyone who saw her would know she had been turned into a cow. It all seemed the most intensely erotic idea she'd ever heard.

Cathy closed her eyes and moaned in a delirious fog of arousal. Mandy pulled on her nipples, running them through her fingers as if she were trying to coax milk from them already. She pulled and tugged insistently on them and Cathy arched her back and offered her breasts to Mandy for more of the treatment. Mandy obliged, pulling harder and harder; twisting and loosening the connective tissue to stretch Cathy's firm nipples out further and further until she had made them almost two inches long and unable to stand up under their own bloated weight. When Mandy let go of them, they curved downward slightly and wobbled back and forth on Cathy's heaving chest — a miniature version of the drooping, dangling teats that the milking machine would turn them into.

"Of course, I'll have to brand you. All cows should be branded to show who owns them. What do you think? What brand should I put on you? A circle with an 'M' in the middle of it? A big one so people could see it easily. I'll have to tie you up so you can't move. I wouldn't want you to flinch and ruin it. I'll tie you up tightly so you can't move a muscle and I'll bend you over a bale of hay with your butt high in the air. I'll make you watch while I slowly heat up the branding iron in the fire. I'll use a bellows to get it cherry-red. Then I'll pick out the perfect spot on your ass and I'll put the hot iron on your bare skin and hold it there until my mark is seared deep into your tender flesh. You'll scream your lungs out. You'll chafe yourself on the ropes, trying to get free, but you won't be able to move. You'll smell your own flesh cooking under the hot iron and you'll know that you will wear that brand forever."

Cathy's sexual heat flared to a new peak as she thought of Mandy burning her. Of allowing her humanity to be stripped away and let her flesh be branded like an animal's, like a cow in the herd. Raw desire flared brightly within her as she imagined what it would be like to surrender herself that completely, to abolish her will and give her body over to Mandy to do with as she liked. The idea was so intensely hot that it seized Cathy in an irresistible grip. As careful as she had been not to let Mandy know what she was thinking, she was sure that her body was betraying her every thought.

"Later," Mandy told her, "after you've healed. You will get up every morning and look at yourself in the mirror. You will inspect your brand and trace it with your fingers. You will be so proud of it that when I take you out for a walk, you will wiggle your ass so everyone sees it and knows that your body is my property."

Cathy could almost feel the kiss of the glowing metal as it touched her skin. She writhed as she imagined the excruciating pain as it burned into her. She believed Mandy when she said that she would want to show off her brand, to proudly show that her nubile young body had been turned into someone else's property. She'd be chattel. Not even a slave, but a domestic animal to be used at her owner's whim. If Mandy took her milk, she'd truly be a cow and it made perfect sense to her that a cow should be branded.

Mandy watched Cathy react to what she was telling her. She had never had such a suggestible playmate before. Cathy was so excited that she was almost to the point of climaxing just from listening to Mandy describe how she planned to abuse her.

Mandy hadn't actually planned anything. It was all just one of the many perverted fantasies that she liked to think up and threaten people with to get herself off and satisfy her manipulative streak. She sometimes fleshed her stories out with the occasional bit of S&M play to make it more believable to her victim, and she loved to humiliate and embarrass them sexually, but she rarely went far enough to leave permanent marks.

Cathy was one of those people whose whole lives had been so regulated and planned, and dull, that even though they didn't realize it, had many needs that were deeply suppressed. They had been ripe for release when Kim approached her about the Nudist Club and now that the gateway to her subconscious had been opened, she found herself willing to try just about anything.

Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, she knew that Mandy's story was just that, but to Cathy it was irresistibly seductive to believe that it was possible for her to be so completely dominated that she would be reduced beyond the status of slave to that of a mere possession.

Mandy decided that this time she would take things to the next level. Since Cathy was so obviously willing and even enthusiastic to participate in her fantasy, she would let Cathy decide how far to go.

"Of course, if you are going to wear my brand, you have to prove yourself worthy of it," Mandy said as she unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from Cathy's wrists.

"First, I have to know that you will be utterly obedient. That you will do whatever I tell you, without question and without hesitation. Will you do that?"

Cathy nodded eagerly. Cows didn't speak. She wanted to moo, but she thought that would be funny, and she didn't want this to turn into a joke. A deep-rooted need to submit had taken control of her and she didn't even think of resisting it. In addition, Mandy had managed to make her hotter than she had ever been before and she would go along with anything to keep that incredible feeling.

"Good girl. You're going to be a good little cow, aren't you?"

Cathy nodded again, smiling happily at the praise.

"Wonderful. Now the first rule is, you can get as hot as fire, but you are not permitted to cum until I say so. Are we clear on this? You are fantastically beautiful when you're horny and I love seeing you like that. It makes me hot too, just watching you squirm."

Cathy's smile verged on a leer as she enthusiastically nodded her acceptance of the rule that she had already deduced. This was, after all, why she was doing this, because Mandy put ideas in her head that made her more sexually excited than she'd ever been before.

"All right. We'll go introduce you to the milking machine in a minute, but first, I want to get you ready. Those things can be something of a shock if you aren't ready for them."

Like most of Mandy's fantasies, this one had been put together with more than a grain of truth. There really was an AMM company, a portable milker and a sales rep who loaned it to the Farm Club. The faculty advisor of the club was Dan Kelly, a former playmate of hers who, she was sure, would be delighted to go along with her scheme. Dan usually worked late on weekdays, so Mandy thought it was likely he would still be there. She was sure that Dan would be fascinated to hear that Cathy was interested in trying out the equipment.

Just in case that fell through, Mandy wanted the opportunity to play with Cathy some more, hence the business about 'getting her ready' to meet the machine.

"Stand up and put your legs against the desk. Here, set that tube up on top for the moment. Don't play with it, just hold it there. Now bend over and let those tits hang free. Good girl! Now hold still."

Mandy took one of the funnels with a squeeze-bulb and slipped it over Cathy's enlarged nipple. She squeezed the bulb and when she released it Cathy's nipple was sucked into the funnel. She squeezed again and pumped more air out and pulled more nipple in. Three more squeezes and the nipple had been sucked through the funnel, down the tube and partially into the plastic bulb.

Cathy was biting her lip at the excruciating pain of having her nipple stretched out so far, but she said nothing and did not move from her position, not even when Mandy applied the second device to her other nipple.

"Just wait there until the pain goes away," Mandy told her. "Bend over the desk all the way. Now grab hold of the other edge. That's right. Now spread your legs. Good girl!"

Cathy stood arched over the metal desk while Mandy pulled the chair away and patted her butt before sliding her hand between Cathy's legs. The pain in her nipples faded quickly when she felt Mandy stroke her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Cathy moaned in a rising and falling tone. It wasn't 'moo', but it was close. Cathy decided that it would do. It expressed her feelings quite well and it wasn't at all funny. Cathy went from biting her lip to sucking on it. She pushed her butt back from the desk and raised it as high as she could to present more of her pussy to Mandy.

Mandy continued to rub her fingers in Cathy's slick slit as she reached around and gave the bulbs another couple of quick squeezes. This time, the pain just added to her pleasure and Cathy moaned again spontaneously.

Mandy slid her hand further between Cathy's legs and took hold of the tube containing Cathy's obscenely inflated clit. It had been on long enough to have a long-lasting, if not permanent, effect that Mandy wanted to preserve as long as possible. Mandy slipped a small elastic band over the tube and rolled it down and around the base of Cathy's clit. Then she pressed in on the small valve where the pump attached and rolled her finger slightly to one side to release the vacuum gradually. As the pressure became equalized in the tube, Cathy's distended clit slid free, but the blood that had been pulled into it remained, trapped there by the constricting band. The result was a prominent, hypersensitive, bright pink clit that poked out almost an inch past Cathy's outer lips. As long as the band stayed in place, Cathy's small organ would stay that way. Even after the band was removed, her clit would take several days to shrink back to normal. It would eventually return to close to its original size, if Cathy refused any further treatments. If she let Mandy apply the pump regularly, so that her clit stayed enlarged for longer than a couple of weeks, then the change would be irreversible.

When Cathy felt her clit slip free of its prison, she shivered violently and almost came from the rush of sensation back into her tortured organ. Her head swam and her ears buzzed, but she hung on and kept her promise to wait for Mandy's permission to climax.

Mandy was very impressed with Cathy's self-control. She had tried the clit-pump herself a few times and she had never managed to get past the point of having her own clit sucked into the tube without being pushed into a big 'O'. Mandy supposed it was the great fucking Cathy was getting from her new boyfriend that gave her such a large capacity for this kind of intense foreplay.

"He must really be the super-stud she says he is," Mandy thought. Her own pussy quivered in sympathy as she imagined Cathy being impaled on such a huge cock. "She really has been spoiled for lesser men. I bet she wouldn't even notice an eight-inch cock now. Even when my arm was in her halfway to the elbow, she still wanted more. Damn! What could possibly feel that good, to make her willing to allow herself to be ruined for anything less? Maybe I should ask her to introduce me, or see if I can get into a three-way with them. Hell, maybe she'll just let me watch.

"That's weird. Now she's the one who is putting fantasies into my head. Hmmm. Who's messing with whom, here?"

Mandy waited patiently for Cathy to recover enough so that the slightest stimulus would not make her cum. She went around to the front of the desk so she could see Cathy's face. The sight of Cathy fighting off a climax set a fire in Mandy's pussy that made her clit feel like it was burning up.

Cathy's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. Her mouth hung open and she panted like she had just run a mile. Her tongue darted around her lips as if searching for something. She was gripping the far edge of the desk so fiercely that her knuckles had gone completely white. The round, firm breasts hanging from her chest looked like they had grown larger from the continued stimulation they had been given and Cathy's constant state of arousal. The attached bulbs, almost grazing the surface of the desk, moved slowly back and forth like plastic pendulums as Cathy breathed.

Mandy found that she really wanted to see Cathy's response to having her breasts violated by the commercial milker. She didn't want Cathy to be badly hurt, but watching such a lovely and naive girl debase herself with an apparatus intended for use on livestock would be about the hottest thing she could imagine. The thought of seeing her willingly disfigure those perfect breasts while in a state of animalistic lust made Mandy's pussy so wet that her panties had become saturated. While Cathy was still distracted, she put her hands under her skirt and rolled them off her hips and let them drop to the floor, where they landed around her feet with a splat. Mandy picked them up and surreptitiously wrung them out before putting them in her purse. The aroma of Eau de Pussy from the small puddle she'd made was undetectable in the fog of sexual steam and pheromones coming from Cathy.

The air between her legs felt wonderfully cooling and refreshing now that her wet panties were gone. Mandy spread her feet further apart and hitched up her short skirt a few inches to give her sex a chance to cool off. She wanted badly to touch herself, to rub her clit and get off right then, but she summoned up her self-restraint and pressed her hands to the outside of her thighs to keep them under control. If things went as she hoped, she would have plenty of fuel for her fantasies, and plenty of opportunity to indulge in them later.

Cathy's eyes were open again, but still not focusing very well. Her breathing was deeper and she seemed to have regained control for the moment. Her face was still a study in concentrated carnal passion. Just a glance at her would have sent the most confirmed ascetic into a frenzy of masturbation. Mandy quickly glanced away, lest her shaky control slip away completely. She only looked back when she was sure she wouldn't succumb.

When Cathy was able to keep her eyes on Mandy for more than a few seconds at a time, Mandy looked deep into them and gave the bulbs another couple of slow squeezes. Cathy's eyes defocused and tried to roll back in her head as pain warred with pleasure in her brain. She took a deep breath and grinned as pleasure won out.

Mandy knew that she had Cathy in such an over-stimulated state that almost anything she did to her would register as pleasure. The temptation to exploit this was very great, but she reminded herself that better things were coming up if she were patient.

Patience was just what she practiced as she waited a few more moments for the suction to have full effect. When at last she released the bulbs, Cathy's nipples were so engorged that they had become stuck and she had to use a good bit of force to pull the funnels off.

Once freed from the devices, Cathy's stiff nipples along with their puffy pink areolas had been merged together into three-inch long tubes of rosy red flesh with only the slightest constriction three-quarters the way along to show where there had been a transition from one to the other.

Mandy's heart raced when she saw how successful she had been at deforming Cathy's normal flesh. Cathy's formerly perky nipples were truly well on their way to becoming teats.

"Stand up and let me see how you are coming along," Mandy said.

When Cathy stood upright and rolled her shoulders back to throw her chest out, her newly-extruded nipples tried to stand up as before on the ends of her breasts, but their own weight and length made them curve slightly downward.

Mandy took one in each hand and stroked and squeezed them, pulling down and away in a milking motion. The reddened flesh felt much looser and more pliable now. Perhaps a congress of girl and machine would actually be possible without serious injury.

Even as Mandy held Cathy's small teats in her hands, she could feel them shrinking, trying to resume their former shape. She pulled harder and felt them stretch out again. Cathy's breast tissue was marvelously elastic, but the elasticity would only last so long.

"Very good!" Mandy praised her, as though the change had been all Cathy's doing. "Now stand up and let me see you walk. I want to watch those teats move."

The tight band around Cathy's engorged clit held it upright and extended, as though presenting it for inspection. When she walked, she found that the stimulation of her pussy lips rubbing against it was too much to take until she changed her stride by pushing her hips further forward so her clit poked out even further. To balance, she also had to hold her shoulders back, which pulled her full breasts higher on her chest and showed off her slowly shrinking, but still deformed nipples.

"You're coming along nicely," Mandy told her. "Now let's go down to the Vocational building and introduce you to your mechanical master."

Mandy unlocked the door and waved her out into the hallway. She knew this was going to be a big step for Cathy. Before, when she had turned Cathy loose to roam the halls in a state of high arousal, the girl had been in a fog. Now, Cathy was several times as aroused, but seemed more lucid and able to rise to the challenge.

As she walked down the hall and passed by open doors of empty rooms, Cathy glanced anxiously into each one.

"What will I do if someone sees me like this?" Cathy wondered. "Being naked is one thing, but parading around with my clit puffed up and my nipples in this state is quite another matter. There's just no explaining it."

The answer came to Cathy in a flash. "I don't have to worry about that! This body doesn't belong to me anymore, it belongs to Mandy. It's her explanation to make. I agreed to become her property, her pet, nothing more or less than a domestic animal," Cathy mused. "I'm just like one of those colts or calves that the Young Farmers Club members raise as a school project. She owns my body and she can do anything she wants to it. If she wants to make my clit big, she can. If she wants to turn me into a milk-cow, she can do that too. She can do anything she chooses to my body because it belongs to her. If she wants to show me off, she can do that too, just like at the livestock exhibit at the county fair."

The thought of being exhibited like a prize animal at the fair excited Cathy even more. She tried to think how an animal's owner would want it to look when it was on display for judging.

"Well," she thought, "animals don't have hands. I shouldn't be waving mine around."

Cathy put her hands behind her back, interlacing her fingers and letting her hands ride on her butt. That made her shoulders roll forward so she pulled her hands higher and higher until she could clasp them together between her shoulder blades. This position pulled her shoulders far back, making her breasts rise very high. Cathy smiled when she saw how well it showed-off her new nipples. She walked on with her chest and her head held high, her hands now no longer a factor.

Mandy was prouder of her achievement with Cathy than of any of her other pets. When she saw how Cathy's posture had changed and how proud Cathy seemed to be of the changes Mandy had made to her body, she knew she had to do something else to call attention to and to illustrate for everyone how Cathy's status had changed.

"Come with me," Mandy said, and led Cathy into the supply room.

"Get up here and spread for me again," she said, pointing to a work-table in the corner of the room.

Cathy meekly complied, unfolding her arms so she could climb up, then leaning back on the table with her butt on the edge, holding her ankles tightly to keep her legs apart and her pussy completely exposed.

Cathy watched Mandy with keen interest as she rummaged through the shelves and boxes, picking up item after item and examining it before discarding each of them. Eventually she selected a ball of orange nylon kite-string normally used for hanging temporary banners and brought it back to the table.

Mandy carefully measured and cut off a four-foot length of it. She fastidiously fiddled with one end, twisting and looping the string into a tiny noose.

"Hold still now," Mandy told her, bending over and slipping the noose over Cathy's prominent clit.

Cathy watched with growing apprehension as Mandy slowly pulled the noose snug and then pulled it just a bit tighter than the elastic band that was already around it.

Mandy tugged on the string to make sure it was secure and then used a pair of scissors to trim the loose end.

"Done!" Mandy said, and took up the length of string, coiling the free end around her fingers.

"Climb down," she said and Cathy stood up and looked down at the string tied to her clit and the other end in Mandy's hand. She understood the point now. Anyone seeing Mandy lead Cathy through the halls would have their gaze drawn to the brightly colored string and then inevitably to its point of attachment.

Cathy appreciated this extra touch. As she happily followed Mandy out of the supply room, she re-folded her arms with her fingers interlaced and flat against her back. She adopted a prancing gait, staying almost on her toes and taking short, mincing steps so that she could keep her hips well-forward to emphasize her acquiescence to being led around on a leash by her clit. She beamed with gratitude to Mandy for finding a way to draw attention to her big new clit, which she thought deserved at least as much attention as her nipples.

Mandy led Cathy straight to the one person she thought would appreciate what she'd done with her. She'd witnessed Brad Grogan's little scene with the Cathy in the lounge, and she was miffed at him for daring to usurp her prerogative to abuse the girl. With revenge on her mind, she took Cathy straight into Brad's room and led her right up to his desk.

"Good afternoon, Brad," Mandy said when he failed to look up from the stack of papers he was grading.

"Oh. Hi, Mandy. I ... oh my goodness! What's this?"

"This is my new pet. As if you didn't know. Do you like what I've done with her?"

Cathy stood meekly silent as Brad leaned over his desk to get a good look at her. His eyes went immediately to her nipples and stayed there.

"Um, yes," Brad choked out, clearly alarmed at the liberties Mandy had taken. "I see."

"You're missing the best part," Mandy said, annoyed by Brad's narrow focus. She took a ruler from her pocket and reached back and gave Cathy's pert rump a swat.

"Hop up on the desk and show Mr. Grogan your clit," she commanded.

Cathy obediently put one knee and then the other on Brad's desk and crawled across it to put her fat clit directly in front of his face.

"Good girl," Mandy said. "You know what a clit is, don't you Brad? You can see I've been working on this one. I expect to have it much larger still before I'm done. What do you think?"

"Impressive," Brad allowed.

"If you think that's impressive, wait until you see the rest. Cathy, show Brad your pussy."

Cathy got to her feet and then squatted down on the desk with her feet and knees apart so Brad could look between her legs. She'd wanted Mandy to show her off, and this was even better than she could've imagined.

"Oh, my God!" Brad said, seeing Cathy's cavernous pussy open up in front of him.

"I've been breeding her to the school mascot, Rampart," Mandy said flatly, watching carefully for Brad's reaction.

"Rampart? The mule?" Brad asked, aghast. The idea of this lovely young woman sexually servicing a mule sounded extreme, even for Mandy; but the evidence before his eyes was undeniable.

"Exactly. She takes a breeding exceptionally well. Rampart has taken quite a fancy to her, and vice versa. She has a real knack for getting him hard. I must say, it's quite an impressive sight to see such a magnificent organ brought fully-erect. It really takes my breath away. It's almost painful to see the agonized look on her face when he mounts her, but once he's got it well into her she settles down right away. She sure seems to enjoy having her pussy around that huge cock. She takes it all the way to his balls, just like a good little mare. While he fucks her, she gives as good as she gets, not letting up for a second until he blows his stuff all up inside her. It's truly inspiring to watch, but as you can see, the side-effects are unfortunate. The poor thing will never again be satisfied by a man. Give her a try if you like. She won't mind. She'll appreciate it, I expect. The breeding leaves her in rather an over-stimulated state for hours afterward. If I don't watch her like a hawk, she'll try to fuck anything she can. The leash is the only way I can control her. So go on, see if she can feel your dick in her."

Hearing Mandy casually offer her to Brad Grogan gave Cathy a strong rush of excitement. She could feel her body preparing itself for sex. With a hot ache burning in her belly, she rolled her hips invitingly and pushed her pussy closer to Brad, offering it for his use.

Brad stared, fascinated by the lewd display. He felt his dick jump at the offer of some time in a warm, wet pussy, but after a few moments of wrestling with his lust, he defeated it and his better judgment won out.

"Uh, no thanks," Brad said, knowing he would only be humiliated in an attempt to give Cathy any stimulation at all, something that was very obviously what Mandy had planned. "I believe you."

Seeing that he had, in fact swallowed the story whole, Mandy smiled. Brad would be much easier to handle now that he thought he knew how far she was prepared to go with her games.

"It's just as well. She's probably still leaking from her last breeding. You wouldn't want to get mule-cum all over you. The stuff is extremely sticky," Mandy said as she gave the string a tug to distract Cathy and put a stop to her incredibly lewd performance. "Cathy, get down now. Mr. Grogan isn't going to fuck you."

Clearly disappointed and frustrated, Cathy let her butt drop onto Brad's desk. She pouted for a second before sliding to the edge and putting her feet down on the floor. She gave Brad one last seductive look before following Mandy around the desk and out the door.

Behind them, Brad stared down at the large wet spot Cathy had left on his desk. He was sure he could detect the pungent odor of the mule's jizz rising from the puddle.

In his trousers, his stiff dick had started to drip precum down his leg as a way of telling him it still wanted to have a go at Cathy's pussy. Brad gave it a placating squeeze. While he thought fairly highly of his sexual prowess with women, he knew he couldn't possibly compete with the mule and he surely didn't want to take its sloppy-seconds.

When his dick continued to argue the matter, Brad realized it wasn't because he wanted to compare his dick with the mule's, but because he had begun to imagine what Cathy would look like with the mule's dick filling her cunt and particularly the expression on her face at the instant when the animal's immense organ exploded inside her.

Both Mandy and Cathy were smiling when they left Brad's room. Once out of sight, they looked sidelong at each other and giggled in a fit of conspiratorial glee before Mandy led off in search of someone else to whom she could show her new pet and Cathy pranced eagerly along with her.

As they approached the Girls Restroom, they saw the custodian, Mr. Alonso, come out of the door wheeling his utility cart with it's assortment of cleaning equipment and a well in the middle that held a barrel of trash he'd just collected. Mandy stopped to speak to him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Alonso," she said cheerily. "How are you today?"

Alonzo peered at her through the grimy lenses of the glasses perched so close to the end of his nose that they always seemed in danger of falling off. He'd worked at the school for as long as anyone could remember, certainly long enough to take retirement, but whenever anyone mentioned it to him, he'd just smile, shake his head and say, "Maybe later. Too much to do right now," and trundle off to handle some chore.

"Well, hello Miss Stevens," he said cheerily, "I'm just fine, thank you."

Alonzo then peered at Cathy, who posed proudly on the balls of her feet with her breasts high and her hips thrust forward. He looked her up and down with the same polite, cheerful smile. He seemed curious, but if he saw anything shocking about either her state of undress or her physical condition, he gave no sign.

Cathy stood meekly and said nothing, not speaking until told to do so by her mistress.

"Mr. Alonso, would you do me a favor," Mandy asked. "I need to use the restroom. Would you take charge of Cathy here and see that she doesn't run off?"

Before Alonzo could answer, Mandy handed him Cathy's lead and went into the restroom, leaving Alonzo holding the string tied to Cathy's clit.

Alonzo examined the string in his hand and traced it with his eyes to where it was attached to Cathy's rosy clit; then he smiled at Cathy as though minding naked teachers with strings tied to their clits were just another task in his job description. He pushed the cart against the wall and began this new assignment with the same placid attitude with which he tackled everything else. It was a toss-up if this was his nature or just a case of having seen-it-all.

Cathy was so amused by his complacency about the situation that she decided to test him. She looked around the hallway. On the wall a few feet away was a bulletin board with some notices tacked on it. Cathy shuffled over to take a look, in the process pulling the slack out of her lead until she was at the limit of its reach.

She was looking over the list of planned cafeteria meals for the week when Alonzo tugged on her lead, reeling it in and pulling her back to his side.

"She won't be long," he said to Cathy. "You just be patient and wait right here."

Alonzo reached out and patted Cathy affectionately on her shoulder, then stroked her lower back a couple of times before patting her again, this time on her bare butt.

"Aren't you a pretty one," he said, pulling her closer, apparently to maintain better control should she decide to bolt. He took her by the arm, and turned her one way and then the other as he examined her body critically. He kept patting and stroking her all the time as though she were a nervous filly he was trying to steady down.

"Good girl," he said, squeezing her butt. "Nice and firm."

Alonzo took all the slack out of the string and held it taut while pulling Cathy around so her back was facing him. He held her there as he slipped his hand down the crack of her butt and between her legs.

Cathy flinched as he pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind.

"Easy girl, easy there," he said, wiggling his fingers in her wet pussy. "My! You're primed and ready aren't you? I wonder what Miss Stevens has planned for you?"

Cathy moved her feet apart to give Alonzo better access. She leaned forward and hiked her rear up as far as she could.

"Good girl!" he said, seeing her submit to his touch so willingly. He took his wet fingers out of her and began stroking her slit.

As she felt his rough hands move across her tender flesh, Cathy moaned deeply and let her jaw go slack.

"Oh yes," Alonzo remarked as he played with her dangling pussy lips, "You're an eager beaver, aren't you? She'll have a fine time with you."

Alonzo kept his hand between her legs, alternating between sinking his fingers into her sopping pussy and tugging on her labia, making her wetter and wetter as they waited for Mandy to finish in the restroom. When his hand was thoroughly wet, he ran his thumb up to her anus and pressed tentatively on her wrinkled hole.

"Oooooooo," Cathy moaned, and closed her eyes as she bent over even further, letting her limp nipples dangle freely. Alonso slowly rolled his thumb around, holding her complete attention as he probed gently, making her believe with each trip around the rim that he was just on the verge of sliding his thumb into her rectum. Cathy was enthralled by the feeling and the suspense. She wouldn't have budged from that spot for anything. Alonso had found the perfect technique to keep her under control.

The slow massage ended when Cathy's anal sphincter had relaxed sufficiently for matters to proceed. Alonso eased the tip of his thumb into the slightly-dilated opening, establishing a beachhead that Cathy was sure would be followed by a more thorough penetration.

"Heeeiiiii! Huuuuhhhnnnn," Cathy squealed and then moaned when the digit that had been teasing her slipped through past the knuckle and buried itself deeply in her rectum.

Alonso now had his thumb in her ass and his two middle fingers in her pussy and he started to rub them together inside Cathy with the thin layers of tissue.

Cathy drew a deep breath at the novelty of the sensation and then settled down to enjoy being handled like a bowling ball. Her dilated anus closed again, taking a firm grip on Alonso's thumb and making him use more force to manipulate her.

"Well, at least she's left you one tight hole," he observed, tugging back against her clutching sphincter. "You enjoy that while you can. I know Miss Everly had to start wearing diapers after Miss Stevens decided to play with her."

That bit of information made Cathy's ass clench so tightly that Alonso thought he might lose the thumb. He gave Cathy a quick swat on the butt with his free hand to get her to ease-up. By the time Cathy had relaxed again, the restroom door opened and Mandy stepped out.

"Everything all right?" Mandy asked. She reacted to the sight of Cathy bent over with Alonso's hand inside her with the same equanimity that Alonso had shown when asked to babysit. After all, she'd asked him to take charge of her. She never said he couldn't finger-fuck her there in the hall.

"No trouble at all," Alonzo reassured her, continuing to casually stroke Cathy's pussy and thumb-fuck her butt as he handed her leash back over to Mandy. "She's been very well-behaved."

"Haven't you, girl?" he asked Cathy, who nodded as Alonzo pulled his hand free. She'd never done any anal play before. She'd never thought of trying it and she certainly wasn't sure if she'd like it. Now she knew. Alonso was right. It was good to have a spare hole. She'd try to keep this one in fine condition, now that she knew it had such potential.

"Thanks for the help," Mandy told the janitor and led Cathy down the hall and out the door into the schoolyard.

Alonzo took a mostly-clean paper towel off the top of the pile in his trash-bin and wiped his hand with it. Then he took a mop from the rack on the side of his cart and attended to the slick puddle that Cathy had made on the linoleum.

"Retire?" he mumbled under his breath. "Maybe later. Much later. Too much to do right now."

Most teachers preferred to take papers home and work on them there, so the majority of the rooms they passed were empty. The only other inhabited room they passed belonged to Emily VanDevender, a recently-hired teacher of Freshman English and one of Cathy's few peers among the faculty.

"Hello, Miss Stevens," Emily said politely as they walked into the classroom. "Hi, Cathy."

"Good afternoon, Emily," Mandy said. "Please excuse Cathy. She's not allowed to speak without permission."

Mandy gave the string a tug and Cathy yelped and skipped forward to stand beside Emily's chair where her friend could see her up close.

Emily knew about the Nudist Club. Everyone did. So seeing Cathy naked wasn't a surprise. However, seeing her standing submissively next to the infamous Mandy Stevens with a string tied to her clit shocked Emily to the core. When she noticed Cathy's nipples, her mouth dropped open but nothing came out.

"Do you like my new pet?" Mandy asked.

Emily remained silent, unable to form words to describe how shocked she was at seeing Cathy like this, and not willing to risk blurting out something that might offend Mandy or make her want to make Emily herself the next in Mandy's series of pets.

"As you can see, I've made some improvements. I'm taking her around to get some suggestions on what I should do with her next."

"Well, I..." Emily temporized, trying to think of something tactful and failing badly.

"Come on, don't be shy," Mandy said. "You and she are the same age, aren't you? In her place, what would you like me to do to you?"

"Oh! Uh. I really..."

Emily hadn't come to terms with the idea that Mandy had taken such liberties with Cathy. To hear that something similar might be done to her practically took away her power of speech. Ideas began to whirl in her head. Fantasies she'd tried to ignore came flooding out, begging to be shared. The prospect of telling someone her darkest desires frightened her almost as much as the prospect of having them fulfilled excited her.

Mandy watched Emily carefully for any signs. In her experience, body language always revealed her plaything's greatest fears and gave her the best leverage to use on them. A closing of the legs, a tightening of the tush, a twitch of the hands, or a quick glance one way or the other would tip Mandy off.

Emily squirmed, but nothing obvious presented itself, so Mandy decided to do a little pushing.

"Come on, Emily. You and Cathy have very similar bodies. Here, stand up beside her so I can compare the two of you."

When Emily got to her feet, it was better than a standing ovation for Mandy. She knew she could get the girl to do practically anything she wanted now as long as she didn't push too hard on the wrong buttons before she had brought the girl to the right state of submission. Sometimes this took time with an inexperienced newbie.

Mandy glanced at Cathy. Cathy had taken no time at all. Mandy was certain that she could tell Cathy to run get a switch to beat her with and the girl would clap her hands with glee and come back with half a rose bush, apologizing for the poor quality of the thorns. Mandy didn't need to push Cathy's buttons very hard at all. Cathy was virtually automatic. Mandy turned her attention back to Emily.

"Thank you, Emily. Just turn this way so I can see the two of you side by side. That's good."

Emily stood beside Cathy as Mandy had asked, her mind awhirl with fear and another, as yet unidentifiable, emotion. She looked sideways at Cathy, at her long nipples and her protruding, leashed clit. Seeing Cathy's posture, her arms folded behind her, Emily instinctively put her own hands behind her back and straightened her spine.

"Very good," Mandy said, approvingly. "Except for hair-color, you two are very similar."

This was an intentional exaggeration. Cathy was by far the prettier of the two, but Mandy knew that appealing to Emily's vanity was another way to make her more compliant.

"I think..." Mandy said, tapping her chin with the ruler, "No, this won't do. Emily, would you mind? I need to be able to compare your bodies and I can't do it with you dressed."

Emily's hands instantly flew to the front of her starched blouse, clutching it so tightly that she was sure to ruin the pressing.

"Oh no, dear," Mandy said in a placating tone. "I wouldn't ask you to do that."

Emily relaxed and Mandy smiled. Now she knew Emily's no-go zone. That was a button she would have to work up to pushing.

"No, no! I just want you to slip your skirt off for a second."

Relieved, Emily dropped her hands to her side and the zipper of her skirt.

"Thank you," Mandy said. "This won't take but a minute. I have an idea of what to do with Cathy and I just want to compare the two of you."

Emily undid the catch and pulled the zipper down. She let her skirt slide off, then stepped out of it so she could pick it up and lay it on the corner of her desk.

Mandy stepped forward.

"I can't see anything with your blouse in the way," she said, tying a loose knot in the tails of Emily's rumpled blouse to hold it up above her waist, but being careful not to touch her breasts.

"That's better, now turn around for me, please."

"Good girl!" she said, when Emily turned to present her rear to Mandy's view. "That's perfect. Cathy, you turn around too. Oh yes. You two have almost identical tushies!"

Emily turned her head and craned her neck trying to see her own rear.

"I think yours might be the nicer of the two, Emily. But I can't be sure with your panties on. Would you mind terribly..."

Emily hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Mandy was being so reasonable about this. Not at all like the cruel dominatrix that her reputation made her out to be. She wondered if Mandy's reputation hadn't been greatly exaggerated. She bent over, pulled her panties down and let them drop around her ankles.

"That's fine," Mandy said, before Emily could step out of her panties. "Just stay like that for a bit."

Mandy put out a hand and cupped Cathy's rear. She rubbed it and squeezed both cheeks. Cathy shuddered at her touch. Having just learned how much enjoyment there was to be had with someone touching you back there, Cathy was primed and ready.

"I don't know," Mandy said, thoughtfully. "I think Cathy may have a tighter tush."

She put her hand behind Emily and said, "May I?"

Emily had been watching Mandy fondle Cathy and she had noted Cathy's strong reaction to it. She practically shoved her ass into Mandy's hand.

"Hmmm," Mandy said, massaging Emily's round cheeks. "Very nice."

Emily had experimented with girls at school. But those had just been short make-out sessions and neither she nor the other girls had much experience with lesbian sex.

Mandy, on the other hand, was an expert at bringing her female playmates to the very peak of arousal in the shortest amount of time. She stroked Emily's butt like a concert pianist playing a glissando on the keys.

"Lean forward a bit, dear," Mandy suggested. "Put your hands on the wall, it will help you balance."

The wall was two feet away and Emily's feet were hobbled by her ankles. Leaning forward meant bending over, which gave Mandy even more to work with.

"Yesssss, I see," Mandy said. "Cathy, why don't you bend over too."

Cathy quickly assumed the same position, gratefully unfolding her arms to do so.

With both girls against the wall with their butts readily to hand, Mandy went to work. She put a hand on each and squeezed and stroked until she heard the breathing of both girls growing shallow and rapid.

For Cathy, this was a return to familiar territory. It took her no time at all to get back to the high pitch to which Mr. Alonso had taken her and she began moaning her enjoyment of Mandy's touch almost immediately.

Listening to Cathy's heartfelt enjoyment made Emily even more aroused than the simple touch of Mandy's hand could manage on its own. It was only a few seconds later that she, too began to verbalize her feelings in a deep humming moan.

Mandy let her hands drift lower and lower, until her fingers were just brushing Emily's pussy. This was the make or break moment. If Emily was going to bolt, it would be in the next few seconds.

Emily dug her fingernails into the corkboard on the wall and closed her eyes tight as Mandy slid a finger along her slit. She'd stopped wondering about Mandy, Cathy, or what was happening to her. She just wanted to feel as good as Cathy sounded. If the fire-alarm had gone off, she wouldn't have moved from her brace against the wall.

When Mandy pried open Emily's pussy-lips, her fingers were drenched in a flood of juice. It was almost as if Emily had boiled-over from the situation and the stimulation. Mandy quickly took advantage and slid a finger into Emily, making the girl gasp as her pussy clenched around the intruding digit.

"Yes," Mandy thought, "You're next. You're ripe, and I'm going to pluck you. Too bad you're so protective of those breasts. But there are other things we can do."

In response to Mandy's invasion of her, Emily kicked free of her panties and spread her legs.

Mandy kept her right hand on Emily and reached down with her left to snatch up the abandoned garment, stuffing it into her pocket for a souvenir and to make sure Emily would go home with a bare pussy under her skirt.

Mandy's hands slid further between each girl's legs, seeking both their clits. When she found them, both shuddered at her touch. Mandy pulled her hands back, drawing Cathy's leash back between her legs and forcing her higher onto her toes as the string cut into her crack.

"The only difference I can find is your clits," Mandy announced. "But don't take my word for it. See for yourselves. Go on. Do it."

Cathy and Emily crossed arms and explored each other as instructed. Cathy felt Emily's small nub and Emily felt Cathy's marble-sized monster. For a moment, the only sound was the two of them making small groans as they explored each other's most sensitive spot.

"See how big Cathy is?" Mandy asked Emily. Without waiting for an answer, she put her hand back between Emily's legs and took over rubbing her clit from Cathy.

"Your's is so tiny. Don't you wish it was as large and as sensitive as Cathy's? Squeeze it. Go on. See how she loves you touching it? Don't you want to be able to feel that good? Here, put your hand on your own clit. See how small it is? Don't you want me to make it big for you? Go on, rub it. Think how much better it would feel if it were bigger."

Emily's hand went after her clit like she was trying to rip it from her body. In a matter of seconds, she was totally absorbed in making herself feel as good as humanly possible. She whipped a finger into her pussy and fucked herself with it, rising higher and higher on a tsunami of arousal until she was on the brink of a climax. At which point she fell back on her desk, grabbed both her hyper-sensitive breasts through her blouse and thrashed wildly through the best orgasm of her life.

When Emily opened her eyes, the room was empty. Cathy and Mandy had gone, leaving her lying limply across her desk with her clit pulsating and her pussy drooling. She rolled clumsily to her feet and staggered out the door and into the hall, but they were nowhere to be seen. She stood there, leaning against the doorjamb, staring down the hall, with her breathing ragged and her pulse still pounding in her ears until it dawned on her that she'd just had her initiation into Mandy's playmate club, which meant Mandy would surely be back to play with her some more.

Emily went back into her classroom, gathered up her papers and her purse and left to go home and ponder what Mandy would do to her, how soon it would happen, and how awesome it was likely to feel. She was on the stairs outside the building before a gust of wind reminded her that her blouse was still tied up above her waist and that below it she was naked. It wasn't an easy decision to go back for her skirt, but she finally did just so no one would find it and wonder how it came to be left behind. She never even noticed that her panties had vanished.

Once out of the building, Mandy picked up the pace, leading Cathy along the covered walkway, down the steps and across the parking lot to the far end of the school campus at a brisk walk, holding her lead out to the side and letting her prance happily alongside with the warm breeze cooling her overheated body and drying her wet thighs.

As she watched the young woman beside her, Mandy was reminded of a colt running in a pasture, bounding and dancing with the vigor of youth and the joy of life. Cathy seemed much more like a colt than a plodding cow, but Mandy thought that there was no need to carry the animal analogy any farther than necessary. Cathy could be as coltish as she wanted and Mandy would only look on and marvel at her. She still wanted to see those perfect breasts get sucked dry, though.

The Vocational building housed a variety of facilities intended for use by that segment of the student body who were going on to Technical, Trade, and Agricultural schools instead of pursuing college degrees. The local school board had wisely understood that not everyone would, or could, benefit from further studies of English Literature or Differential Calculus and had generously funded alternate courses of study for those who needed to get into the job market as quickly as possible and needed more in the way of training than education. The result was a long single-story structure that was divided into several discipline-oriented sections and well-equipped with mechanical, automotive, and agricultural tools and materials.

As part of the industry alliance that this had allowed to be forged between the school and companies who made the specialized equipment for each area of study, generous loans of hardware were regularly made. 'Loan' in this case was understood by both parties to be equivalent to 'gift' especially for tax purposes. It was a great deal for the school, who got access to current generation technology; and for the companies, who got potential customers who were already experienced at using their products. It was the same arrangement by which Apple Computer gained most of its market-share.

By this late in the afternoon, even the most dedicated students had vacated the premises. When Mandy and Cathy walked down the wide hall, the silence was deafening. Mandy wondered if Dan had already gone for the day.

When they reached the door to Dan's classroom, Mandy stopped and took hold of Cathy's clit, holding it firmly as she pushed on the noose until it was loose enough to remove. Cathy stood with her feet apart, enduring the procedure stoically.

Cathy immediately missed her leash and how it tugged on her clit and kept her aroused and alert to what Mandy wanted her to do. She wondered, since Mandy obviously liked leading her around that way, if Mandy would like her to have a ring put through her clit or if she would be content to just continue to use the string. Cathy had overheard a few of the more adventurous girls in her class talking about having their clits pierced and she had wondered about the attraction of it. Now she knew. Moreover, if Cathy had a ring, then Mandy could get a real leash to clip to it. Cathy knew farmers sometimes led real cattle by putting rings in their noses. She thought a ring through her clit would be much more fun and she hoped Mandy would let her do that. Being left with strangers while Mandy went off on some errand wouldn't be as bad if Cathy had a proper leash. Mr. Alonzo had been very kind and patient with her and she'd been ashamed to have only the kite-string for him to hold.

Dan Kelly looked up from his desk to see Mandy sticking her head around the doorframe. He jumped a bit when he saw her. Out of simple conditioning, he supposed. She was certainly attractive and she might even be beautiful if she ever tried more than the simplest application of makeup. Her figure was stunning, even though she hid it under the drab smocks she wore as a kind of self-assigned Home Ec Teacher uniform. The problem was that she liked to mess with your head way too much for his taste, so he had put some distance between them and she had taken the hint and moved on. All the time they had been together, he had wondered if the person he was with was the 'real' Mandy or just another figment of her powerfully-erotic imagination and seemingly unbounded capacity for role-playing.

"Hi!" He said. "Come on in. Nobody here but us chickens." It was a very lame in-joke that had become current because of the cages of chickens that formerly lined the wall. The cages and contents had been removed months ago at the request of nearly everyone in the building. Since then he had learned to be more selective about the livestock he brought into class.

"Dan, you remember Cathy Kelvin? You must have met at the faculty mixer. Cathy teaches the core Algebra and Geometry curriculum." Mandy took Cathy by the arm and led her over to say hello to Dan.

"No, I don't recall seeing someone like, ah, I mean, I'm sure I'd remember you. If we'd met, I mean. At the mixer. Um..."

"Dan? You'll have a better chance of remembering Cathy if you look at her face," Mandy scolded. "Her face, Dan."

"Oh! Sorry. Well, I'm pleased to meet you again, anyway, Cathy."

"Perhaps it will help if you knew that Cathy would have been fully clothed when you met her before. She's new at this Nudist thing. Today is her first day," Mandy said, helpfully.

"Second day, actually," Cathy corrected, assuming from the missing leash and Mandy's introduction of her that she should step out of her submissive role for the time being. "And I do remember seeing you there, but I don't think we were introduced."

"Well, that might explain it," Dan said, his gaze drifting southward again for a few seconds before he caught himself and snatched his chin up so high that he almost seemed to be looking down his nose at her. Cathy could see his Adam's apple bobbing as he continued. "Anyway, we denizens of the Vocational Building don't make it up the hill to hobnob with you academic types as often as we should, I suppose. That would appear to be our greater loss, too.

"How sweet of you to say! Thank you," Cathy said, dropping a mock curtsey and making her breasts jiggle in the process. Dan's nose lowered and his eyes moved in synch with the movement. He seemed to be fascinated by her breasts and especially by her long thick nipples. She enjoyed being so openly admired like this, since it meant that having her nipples and areola pulled so far out of their former shape wasn't going to make her ugly. In gratitude, she tried to pose for him without being obvious about it.

Mandy watched Cathy show off for Dan and stood by patiently while it went on. The more interesting Cathy became to Dan, the easier it would be to get him to help in their little project.

When the conversation lapsed into Dan just staring at Cathy's minor league teats, Mandy spoke up.

"So, I was telling Cathy that you have one of those new AMM units that you have been showing your classes," Mandy said. "She's from the city and she's never seen one before."

"I was just going over the maintenance manual when you came in," Dan told Cathy cheerfully, happy to have the conversation so conveniently steered his way. "It's pretty dry stuff, even if you're going to be working on a dairy farm. But this model has some really nice features that the previous ones didn't. I'd be happy to show it to you."

"And maybe even a little test drive?" Mandy said, under her breath. Dan was paying her no attention. He hadn't taken his eyes of Cathy since she walked in the room.

"I'd love it," Cathy said.

Dan picked up what looked like a big suitcase and set it on the desk.

"Impressive, isn't it?" he said. When he got no reaction, he went on. "I mean, previous models were the size of the desk, but with wheels. Now, they've made it small enough to fit in a case that can actually be carried."

He opened the top, revealing a tightly packed cluster of metal cylinders and tubes.

"Here is the big improvement — no bulky bucket or collection tank to haul around. Instead, you get a sheaf of plastic five-gallon bags that are stored in the lid. You attach a fresh one for each animal to be milked and it expands as it fills. When you're done, you clamp off the bag and sling it on the side of the wheeled case and roll the whole thing back to your bulk tank."

"That's very interesting," Cathy said. "But how does it work? I've never seen a cow being milked by a machine, portable or not."

"Oh? Right. Well, the motor ... that's this heavy thing here, it turns the pump ... the shiny round bit here, and the pulsator ... that's this black thing here that mimics the sucking of a calf in the teat cups ... those are here at the end of these tubes. The milk is sucked out and collected in the bag I showed you. It's all very simple. The fancy control panel here at the front shows the amount of milk collected, battery life remaining — if you're not running off an outlet — and rate of flow. You can program in the name or number of your cow and it will keep statistics on how much she produces at each milking — so you can tell if she's doing better or worse or about average."

"So, what does it feel like?" Cathy asked.

"I beg your pardon?" Dan said, puzzled.

"Being milked. What does it feel like to the cow?"

"That's a question I don't think anyone has ever asked me before. I don't know ... I guess it feels like feeding her calf. That's the idea anyway. I suppose it's a pleasant experience. The cows certainly don't seem to mind. They can make enough racket if they don't get milked on time, I can tell you."

"Can I try it?"

Dan stared at Cathy as though she had just appeared in the room by magic. He swallowed a couple of times while trying to think of how to answer.

To encourage him, Cathy put her hands under her breasts and held them out and squeezed them like she was checking to see if she needed milking. She tugged on her nipples, which were still long and thick after Mandy's treatment.

"Will it work?" Mandy asked. "I mean, the machine has four cups and Cathy only has two..."

"Oh, yes," Dan said, distractedly. "The machine has valves that shut off the unattached cups automatically so the vacuum in the rest of the system isn't lost. It's all self-regulating. It can't cause any injury — to the cow anyway — because it adjusts itself automatically to the flow of milk. It varies the suction it uses to draw out the milk, as well as the pulsator speed, so it can minimize the time it takes to milk each cow. Of course, I'd have to put it on manual control unless ... you don't actually expect to get milk? I mean, you're not, ah, nursing or whatever ... are you?"

"No, she's not," Mandy said. "Not yet, anyway. We're going to see if we can... 'put her into production'? It's sort of an experiment, you see. Would you be willing to help us with our little project?"

Dan's interest was becoming as clear as the big bulge in the crotch of his slacks.

He said, "Oh, yes! I mean, please, have a seat. This will only take a second to setup."

Cathy sat down in the heavy wooden chair beside the desk. She couldn't remember ever being this excited before, in either sense of the word. She couldn't stop caressing her breasts and pulling on her nipples as she watched Dan prepare the machine. Her eyes were wide and her clit became rigid again as she prepared to have the fantasy that Mandy had shown her become a reality. She rocked her hips on the chair, pumping her clit into the air. She would have rubbed it, but both hands were busy at the moment.

Dan was having a hard time setting up the machine. He kept letting his attention wander to Cathy's wanton display and losing his place in the setup sequence. His cock was so hard it was about to tear through his pants to get free.

Mandy didn't know what she should be watching; Cathy, who was just about to burn up from her own heat or Dan, who looked to be just as turned on by this as Cathy. She swiveled her head back and forth like she was at a tennis match while she hiked her skirt up over her hips so she could reach her pussy, which was demanding some action. She sunk two fingers into it and curled them around to press on her g-spot. The rush of pleasure made her legs wobbly and she backed into one of the student desks for support.

Dan finally got the tubes and wires sorted out and switched on the motor. The low hum wasn't loud, but it filled the room with its power. Despite its size, this obviously wasn't a toy, but a serious piece of commercial dairy equipment that was well up to its task. Dan frowned briefly as he had second thoughts about using such a device on Cathy. Despite his assurances of the safety of the device, if it wasn't going to shut itself off after ten seconds of zero milk flow, he would have to operate it manually, and that meant he would be relying completely on Cathy's responses to guide him in the amount of suction and pulsator rate to use. In fact, he had heard stories from the AMM technical rep who trained him to use the device about the number of inquiries that came from women who intended to use the machine on themselves. The rep had told him of cases where he had driven out to handle the post-sale training, only to arrive at a suburban address and be greeted by a very busty young mother whose capacity for lactation had greatly out-stripped the weak breast-pump recommended by her doctor.

None of the stories the rep had shared with Dan had covered a girl who wanted to use the machine to mechanically induce lactation as a hobby. It was at once a wet-dream come to life and a frightening proposition. If Mandy hadn't been behind this, he might have tried to talk Cathy out of it, but he knew from personal experience how she could get inside your head and make you lust-crazy enough to want to do things that seemed outrageous in hindsight. It was just too tempting to be on the other side for a change and watch Cathy debase herself for Mandy's amusement.

Dan picked up two of the light aluminum teat-cups and checked for the slight hiss of air that would show that they were ready to be applied. They were supposed to just slip onto the teats up to the bottom of the udder. The glassy-smooth clear plastic liners would make the seal and the vacuum would hold the apparatus in place until they were removed and the machine switched off. The sides of the cups had sections cut out so that the operator could see through the liners to verify visually that they were attached correctly.

The look in Cathy's eyes as he slipped the open ends of the cups onto her nipples made his dick jump in his pants.

"She's in rut," he thought. "Just like an animal that comes into season and will mate with any male that happens along."

Cathy gasped as the cups sucked her nipples in and held them there. She had expected pain, but the suction was much more gentle than she had anticipated. It was quite pleasant and she relaxed and smiled encouragingly at Dan.

"You may find it more comfortable to bend over and let the cups hang below you," Dan advised. "That's how the machine is designed to work, anyway."

Cathy stood up with the cups and tubes pulling her breasts down her chest. She pulled the wooden chair around and knelt on the seat so she could lean on the chair-back for support with her breasts hanging down and the tubes dangling below. She nodded her agreement that this was a more comfortable milking position for her.

Dan admired the sight of Cathy with the apparatus attached. The weight pulled her breasts straight down and made them look even larger than when she had been sitting up or standing. He became anxious see how she would react when he turned up the power and started the pulsator.

"Ready?" He asked.

Cathy smiled dreamily and nodded as she crossed her arms under her breasts and put her weight on the chair-back.

Dan tapped the weatherproof membrane of the control panel and an indicator bar rose slightly on the screen. The pitch of the motor rose as it drove the pump faster and the suction increased.

Cathy moaned when she felt her nipples being drawn deeper into the cups. They were just about as long as they had been when Mandy had finished with them back in her classroom.

Dan tapped again and the indicator rose a bit more.

Cathy took a deep breath as her nipples were stretched to new dimensions. It still didn't exactly hurt, but it wasn't the pleasant, comfortable feeling it had been before. Another tap by Dan and she began to chew on her lip to distract herself from the insistent suction of the machine.

Dan tapped the pulsator control and Cathy's eyes shot wide open. Her stretched and elongated nipples now reported that they were being sucked and caressed all up and down their length. The sensation was a totally new experience and one of the most pleasurable things she had ever felt. The mild distress she had experienced at having her nipples drawn out disappeared completely, washed away by the flood of bliss that came from her breasts being manipulated by the milking machine.

"Oooooooommmmmm," Cathy moaned. She put a hand on each breast and squeezed them both to try to force more of her flesh into the teat cups. The distress she had felt now seemed a cheap price for the pleasure she was receiving.

Dan grinned to see Cathy reacting so well. He was very relieved that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he had hoped. He hitched the waistband of his pants up to give his steel-hard boner some extra room. Then he tapped the power control twice, bringing the machine up to half-speed. He almost lost his load when he saw through the cut-out windows how Cathy's rosy nipples were swelling inside, expanding under the mechanical suction to fill the teat-shaped cavity.

"They must be four inches long by now," he thought. "I wonder how much of this she can take?"

Cathy grabbed the cups in both hands. Dan thought she was going to try to rip them off her breasts, but instead she threw her shoulders back and pressed them against her chest to try to force her nipples deeper into the sucking, pulsating tubes. Her eyes were glassy and unfocussed and she was moaning continuously under the ministrations of the machine.

"Apparently she can take more than I thought." And Dan ran the pulsator up another couple of bars before raising the vacuum to the three-quarter mark. The machine was well into the normal range of settings used on its intended bovine species. Far from being in distress, Cathy seemed to be enjoying the treatment greatly, even though she hadn't yet produced a drop of milk.

By this time, Cathy's nipples had been pulled completely into the teat cups, filling them from top to bottom with bright pink girl-flesh. Dan watched them being massaged relentlessly by the pulsating membrane and decided that he could not stand it any more.

Dan stepped up behind Cathy's gyrating ass and undid his fly, letting his pants fall to his ankles. He yanked his boxers down, allowing his big 10-inch cock to fly up almost horizontal. He put a hand on Cathy's quivering ass and she pushed it back and up against his caress by reflex.

Dan stroked between her legs, his hand coming away soaked with the juice running from her opening. He used it to slick-up his throbbing dick and then he positioned the head of his cock between her puffy lips. He spread her ass-cheeks apart so he could see his cock as it entered her. Then, unable to restrain himself any longer, he pushed the head of his cock into her slit and shoved the entire length of it into her with one quick thrust.

If Cathy noticed that she had been penetrated to the hilt, she gave no sign. Dan wiggled around and pumped his cock into her again and again, trying vainly to get some sensation of friction in Cathy's sloppy pussy.

"Damn," he thought. "She's as big as a cow down there. Not that I'd know what that felt like. Who — or what — has she been fucking to get that loose?"

Dan pulled out and began stroking his hard cock two-handed while watching Cathy writhe with unbridled lust as the machine sucked greedily on her breasts like some chrome-steel vampire.

"Here," Mandy said, sliding her butt onto the corner of the desk and hiking her skirt up over her hips to reveal her own hungry pussy. "Try mine."

Dan needed no further encouragement. He waddled over to Mandy and shoved his cock between her wide-open pussy-lips.

Unlike Cathy, Mandy was very appreciative of the size and hardness of Dan's cock. She let out a sharp cry of pain and pleasure at the sudden intrusion. She pulled her blouse open, almost ripping the buttons off in the process and leaned back to offer herself as surrogate for Dan to slake his powerful lust upon. She watched slack-jawed as inch after inch of his manhood disappeared inside her, her expression becoming more lustful as he worked it deeper.

"She must be as turned-on as I am," Dan thought, "She's usually so cool and distant — busy playing the master manipulator and letting herself smolder — while she drives others into a frenzy. Now, she's just another horny slut with her legs apart, begging for a good fucking. Well, she's sure going to get one now! I can't remember the last time I was this hard. It feels like my dick's going to explode."

Dan plunged his cock deep into Mandy's enflamed pussy. He buried it clear to his balls and strained to give her even more, grinding against her with an urgency that reflected his need for sexual release and the load of cum that was boiling in his balls. He usually preferred taking things slow and savoring the moment, but watching Cathy's strange union with the AMM Company's flagship product had fired his lust with a white heat that drove everything from his mind but the need to fuck hard and plant his seed deep.

Mandy felt Dan's cock reaching places that no one had ever touched before. She too was burning up with the fever she caught from Cathy. A fever that, ironically, had arisen from her own imagination. She briefly wondered just when she had lost control of the situation. Usually she kept her cool and enjoyed things more vicariously, but today she had let herself get sucked as deeply into the heat of the moment as Cathy's nipples had been sucked into the machine. It had been her fantasy that ignited all this, but she never really expected it all to become real so quickly.

That was her last coherent thought for a while. Dan's mouth on her throat, his hands on her body, and his cock in her pussy all drove away everything but her intense lust and her need to reach climax. She released her shaky grip on her self-control and wrapped her legs around Dan's waist and rode his pounding cock straight into oblivion.

Cathy was having the time of her life. She wasn't used to living out fantasies like this and this one was even more fun than she had hoped it would be. The sensations that the machine created awakened something primal within her and she was frustrated that she hadn't yet begun to lactate. She very much wanted to have the machine fulfill its purpose by draining her breasts. It felt so good to have it attached to her body, incessantly sucking away at her nipples, driving her wild with its rhythmic pulsations, its constant demand for her to surrender her essence. She yearned to satisfy its hunger, to fulfill her purpose and give it her milk.

She strained again and again, trying to give the machine just a taste. She pictured milk spurting from her nipples into the cups and being greedily sucked into the guts of the milker. She visualized her breasts bulging with milk and drooping heavily down her chest with the weight of all the milk in them. She imagined the machine purring happily as it nursed at her breasts.

The experience was so sensual and so sexual at the same time. Cathy's bound clit vibrated between her legs like a tuning fork hit with a rubber mallet. It was very stiff, and the band around the base of it held it upright and made it bigger and harder with every beat of her heart. She could feel the blood in her veins bounding at the constriction, trying to force its way in. With each heartbeat, some small amount did enter, and her clit grew larger and harder, millimeter by millimeter. It was so hard now that it felt like one giant nerve-ending that screamed for her to touch it, stroke it, caress it, rub it, pull it — anything to satisfy its need to trigger her orgasm.

Several times her hand strayed of its own accord toward her clit. Each time she pulled it back to the chair-back, saying to herself, "I promised. I won't make myself cum until Mandy says so. I promised."

By this time, she was so intensely aroused that a climax would have been superfluous. Every part of her body screamed with lust. To climax would have released the incredible tension and ended her rut.

Dan fucked Mandy like a runaway pile-driver. His ass rose and fell so fast that Mandy had a rough time hanging on. After a bit, she stopped trying and just lay back on the desk and let him ravish her. She had already cum twice by this time and she was almost exhausted. As she felt her third orgasm creep up her spine, ready to scramble her brains one more time, she tried her best to use her pussy to coax the cum from the balls that slammed into her ass with every thrust. She tried to look sexy for him, squeezing her breasts and tugging her nipples, but Dan was lost in his own world of heat and arousal and the only head working at the moment was the one on the end of his cock.

As she felt the climax rise up to a crescendo, Mandy reflected that this was the most she had cum during one fuck since, well, forever. She had never really experienced multiple orgasms before and it was a revelation for her that she could. Usually, she had to get herself hot through her fantasies and then masturbate her way to one big orgasm. Today, she had had two already and another was only seconds away. Each one had been bigger and more wonderful than the last. She wondered if she might become addicted to this kind of sex the way Cathy seemed to be addicted to her stallion of a boyfriend.

As she rode her rising wave of heat to the highest, most glorious pinnacle of pleasure yet, she decided that cock would be her drug of choice from now on. There would be no more walking away from a hot, hard cock to play with her pussy alone in her apartment. From now on, her pussy was going to stay and play until the cock was as limp as an over-cooked noodle and the balls were shriveled and dry.

Something of her change from cruel tease to cock-hungry slut must have leaked over to Dan, because as she came, he grabbed her ass and ground his hips into her so hard it seemed like he was trying to crawl inside her with his cock leading the way. He froze in position for several seconds, a contorted expression on his face, and then his cock began to spew his hot jizm all over the deepest part of her burning-hot pussy.

Mandy felt Dan filling her up with his cum, and the feeling of being hosed with scalding jizm kicked her climax up another notch and made her lock her legs around him tightly so that there was no possibility that he could pull away until he had given her every single drop of juice he had in his balls.

Dan thought he would never stop cumming. His dick felt like it was pumping his balls up from his scrotum and chewing them up to spit them into Mandy. The pain was exquisite as he felt the muscles deep in his groin convulse into one giant cramp. He gasped for air like a drowning man as the prolonged, violent sexual frenzy caught up with him and he realized how much energy he had burned up and how drained he was, physically and sexually.

As the blood rushed back up to his brain, he looked over at Cathy. It slowly dawned on him how long she had been connected to the milking machine and he was shocked to see her still on her knees, bent over the back of the chair, rigid with her futile effort to satisfy the incessant demand of the device. Her brow was a mass of contorted muscles and pulsing blood vessels. One stood out in sharp relief against her creamy white skin and Dan was sure that she was about to have a stroke right there in front of him. He quickly reached out and slapped the control panel, shutting the machine off abruptly.

The sudden cessation of sensation came like a physical blow to Cathy. She lurched forward and almost fell off the chair, but she caught herself in time by putting a hand out and catching the edge of the desk. She felt as if the machine had drained her energy instead of her milk. But at the same time, she felt invigorated and buzzed by the fantastic sensation and the huge sexual charge that seemed to crackle over her clit.

She turned and slumped to her butt on the chair seat. She leaned against the wooden slats of the chair-back, the tubes pulling, making the cups that were still stuck to her tug at her breasts and pull them slightly sideways.

Cathy waited there in a daze while Dan and Mandy peeled themselves apart.

Dan gingerly pulled his gooey and shrinking dick out of Mandy. Remembering the agony that followed the ecstasy, he cradled his balls with one hand. Sex for him had never been that intense and he wondered if he would ever be lucky enough to experience anything like that again.

"Are you OK?" he asked Mandy. She struggled to sit upright and he gave her the hand not holding his balls to help her sit up.

"Hmmm? Yeah, I guess you could say that," Mandy answered. She had a smile on her face that threatened to expose her back teeth. "I lost track of the number of times I came. Something more than three, I think." Her speech was slightly slurred, and her eyes seemed unfocussed at first, but she quickly zeroed in on Dan's dwindling dick. She leaned, almost falling, forward and grabbed it.

Dan flinched, but when he saw Mandy pucker up he knew he had nothing to fear. It felt rather nice when she kissed the sticky end of his cock. It felt even nicer when she sucked it into her mouth and used her tongue to lick it clean before releasing it.

Dan grinned. Mandy showing any kind of affection was certainly a new thing. Of all the things she had done to his cock, sucking it had never made the list until now. He let her mouth his hyper-sensitive organ as long as she wanted, even though it was a relief when she released it with a final kiss goodbye.

When he had his boxers up and his pants back around his waist, he went to Cathy's side and knelt to check on her.

She too, was smiling broadly; although hers had more than a tinge of lust still in it, since she hadn't achieved the same sexual release that Dan and Mandy had. She stirred as Dan examined the teat cups that were still hanging from her nipples, stuck there by the remaining vacuum and the adhesion of her skin and the slick plastic liner.

Dan pressed the small valve at the bottom of each cup to release the vacuum and gently pulled the cups away to reveal that exactly what he thought might happen, had happened.

Cathy's pink nipples had indeed been distorted by the milker into a close approximation of cow's teats. Thick pink tubes of flesh hung over four inches down from the end of each breast. There were a few flecks of red where small capillaries had burst when the machine forcibly deformed her nipples, but otherwise the only damage seemed to be to their shape.

Dan stepped back and let Mandy look in. The three of them stared at the consequence of Cathy's unnatural union with the machine.

Cathy reached up and felt her new teats. She petted them gently until she was sure they weren't too sore to touch and then she stroked them awkwardly.

The smile on her face told Dan that Cathy wasn't too upset at the change. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and leaned over to take her nipples between his fingers.

"Like this," he said, showing her how teats were manipulated when milking a cow by hand.

Cathy was clumsy at first, but she quickly caught on to the motion. It felt better when someone else did it, though and she looked at Mandy with a plea in her eyes.

Mandy tried her best to imitate what Dan had shown them. She wasn't sure she was doing it right until she heard Cathy go, "Mmmmmmmmm."

"Well, that's certainly done it," Mandy said, stroking Cathy's elongated nipples. "These are sure cow's teats now, girl. Are you still willing to go on with this?"

"Are you kidding?" Cathy said. "After that? More than anything! I just wish I had something to show for all the effort."

"Maybe you do," Dan said. He held up the collection bag. Inside was a thin film of white fluid. It barely showed under the glare of the fluorescent lights, but it could only have been Cathy's breast milk. "Less than an ounce, but there you go. It's a start."

"Oh, wow! I did it! A little bit, anyway. I thought it would take days ... weeks maybe!"

"Apparently you have a talent for this," Dan told her. "You certainly took to the milker with no problems."

"Oh, yeeessss! That was a lot of fun! You have no idea how good that feels. Mandy, you really ought to try it."

Mandy cupped her breasts with her palms protectively. Even after watching Cathy's performance and seeing the obvious joy on her face, she wasn't quite ready to make the sacrifice and let the machine deform her breasts as it had done Cathy's.

"Noooo, thanks," Mandy said, recovering some of her previous demeanor. "I'm the farmer - you're the cow. You go tell everyone who you think might be interested in joining the herd how wonderful the experience is. We've got two cups free here right now, so you go recruit some herd-mates. Tell them I'm starting my own dairy and I want some girls with real potential — that's large, heavy breasts — who want to use them for something besides playthings for their boyfriends. I want girls who are willing to put their tits to work."

"Can I tell them about being branded if they give enough?"

"If you think that would appeal to them, sure. But that's sort of a one-time reward. Let's see, what else can we offer the most productive cows?"

"I dunno," Cathy said. "Dan, what do they do to cows that give the best milk?"

"Gee," Dan said, "I don't think cows are goal-oriented, you know? Rewards don't work with them. Let's see, though. If you think branding is an inducement, there are other things that they do at dairies. Tagging, for one. Nowadays, most places use RFID chips implanted under the skin. That can be read directly by the computer built into the machine so it knows what cow it's milking. Before modern technology took over, cows would get a tag in their ear - kind of like an ID bracelet."

"Oooo, jewelry!" Cathy squealed.

"Punk jewelry, at best," Mandy laughed. "Might catch on, though ... Anything else?"

"Feeding. Regular visits from the vet. Breeding."

"Breeding?" Cathy asked.

"Oh yes, dairy cattle are constantly pregnant. Keeps them lactating. Renews the herd..."

"Keeps them docile?" Mandy asked.

"I guess. Cattle are pretty docile anyway, unless they get spooked."

"They really stampede?"

"Sure. Spook enough cows bad enough and they'll run away together. That's a stampede, all right."

"Let's get back to the breeding angle," Mandy said. "We probably won't be able to get all our cows pregnant. As interesting an idea as that is, someone would notice the sharp rise in teen pregnancies and investigate. Some parents might even object to us knocking their daughters up so we could collect their milk. Fortunately, it's not necessary."

"Not necessary," Mandy thought to herself, "but there are several little Princesses at this school who I'd love to see walking around with obvious belly bulges straining the waistline of their fashionable dresses and forcing them to wear their Designer jeans with the zipper at half-mast. I'd love to have a conference with their insufferably self-important, entitlement-driven, upwardly-mobile Mommies while their darling, pampered daughter sat there beside her with her legs splayed, holding her belly and moaning in pain with some strange man's outsized baby dancing on her bladder. That might be worth the risk. I can get all the untraceable donor DNA I'll need from Cathy. She's practically a walking sperm-bank. All I need to do is to figure a way to get it into those spoiled brats and let nature do the rest."

"Girls don't have to be pregnant to lactate," she continued when she was able to tear herself away from her reverie, "just willing. Mostly you have to have regular stimulation, but as we've just seen, sometimes 'willing' is enough to start the process.

"Still, farmers let their cows mate with the biggest, strongest bull they can afford to buy or rent without any guarantee that the cow will conceive. Maybe we can do something like that. Cathy, do you know someone who'd qualify as a bull?"

"Do I ever! I think he could probably inseminate a whole herd in one day." Cathy stroked the insides of her thighs as she spoke and spread her legs at the thought of Bung's huge cock pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her.

Mandy was momentarily distracted by the sight of Cathy's open pussy with her engorged clit poking up with the band still around the base. Mandy had a sudden urge to suck that clit until Cathy screamed for mercy, but she fought it down.

In her excited state, Cathy lost herself in the memory of being fucked by Bung. She rocked her hips back, making her lips split open and revealing her long pink opening.

Dan swallowed when he saw how big Cathy's pussy really was. No wonder he hadn't felt much when he tried to screw her. He watched her wet lips quiver and curl open wide, showing off the steamy grotto between her legs.

The sight entranced Mandy as well. She decided that she really had to meet the stud that had done this to Cathy. Her own pussy twitched strongly as if begging for the same treatment. She felt her own legs opening of their own accord at the thought of being serviced by someone with an organ that big. The idea was both terrifying and incredibly exciting.

"M ... most dairy farms use artificial insemination," Dan said, helpfully. "The bulls and the cows never — ah — meet."

Mandy couldn't tear her gaze from the gaping hole between Cathy's legs and the way Cathy kept tugging her pussy-lips further apart, as if she needed to be larger still to accommodate her lover's cock. She managed to hold up her end of the conversation, though.

"So, um, how to they do it?" She asked.

"With an insemination gun. Basically a device designed to open up the cow and shoot a measured amount of semen into the uterus. I have one on the shelf here." Dan managed to tear his gaze away long enough to walk to the shelf and bring back the improbably large tool. It looked like a giant syringe with a pistol-grip handle and a plastic cone sticking out of the rounded tip.

"Might be too small for her," Mandy observed, looking at the 18 inch-long gun with its two inch-wide barrel.

"It's not designed to get the cow off," Dan said. "It's supposed to deliver the semen into the uterus quickly. Would you like to try it, Cathy?" After what he'd seen this afternoon, he wasn't surprised to hear what he thought was an answer."

"Oh, yes! Put it in me!" Cathy said, huskily. She was still fantasizing about Bung. She needed his cock in her very badly.

Dan managed to get the better part of the insemination gun into Cathy without touching the walls of her vagina. She only reacted when she felt the tip of the cone press into her cervix.

"Ummmm. Yesssss! Right there."

"Now you just squeeze the handle to force the cone into the cervix, dilating it and deliver the semen. Should I try it? There's nothing in the gun. Not that bull semen would affect her, anyway."

"Do it," Mandy told him. "She's off in a dream. Let's see how she reacts."

Dan squeezed the handle and the cone shot forward, suddenly forcing Cathy's cervix to open wide, allowing the gun to spit a puff of air into her womb.

Cathy's reaction was to jerk as if she'd been stuck with a pin. She cried out sharply and snapped her head back at the now-familiar sensation of having her cervix abused by something forcing itself deeply into her innermost recesses.

"Oh, yes! OH, you're going to make me cum!"

Mandy showed another new side of herself, she said, considerately, "It's OK, Cathy. You can cum now."

The last word was barely out of her mouth when she saw Cathy's long-delayed climax arrive with full-force. Cathy grabbed the chair's seat with both hands and hung on tightly as it raged through her.

Dan had just begun to withdraw the insemination gun when Cathy's pelvic muscles convulsed, clamping down on the plastic barrel and almost pulling it out of his hands. He watched in amazement as the gun jerked one way and then the other and then was drawn back up into Cathy further than it had been before.

"Damn!" he thought. "This girl is definitely out of my league. If it were big enough for her to get a grip on, she could just about rip my cock out by the root." Even so, Dan's dick throbbed and spat as he imagined someone whose cock could teach a girl those tricks and leave her pussy big enough to park a truck in. Such a cock would be worthy of admiration, of respect, even of veneration. Dan would never have admitted to having a homosexual thought in his life, but when he imagined holding a monster like that in his hands, it was the business end he was looking down and he was on his knees finding out how big he could make it grow.

Cathy's head flew back as her spine tried to snap her neck like a whip. Her abdominal muscles rippled as the powerful orgasm flashed through her body, setting off muscle spasms in random spots.

As she jerked about like a frog in the Biology lab, Dan won the tug-of-war and pulled the inseminator out of her. He checked it, but it looked to be intact. He had half expected it to be crushed after what he had seen Cathy do to it.

Mandy watched Cathy writhing and shuddering in ecstasy and rode along with her vicariously. She watched Cathy's new teats, bouncing and swinging from her round breasts and the sight mesmerized her. She pulled on her own nipples roughly with one hand while the other curled deeply into her cum-drenched pussy in search of her g-spot. Mandy was learning that it could be much more exciting to encourage her playmates to cum than to continually deny them release. That, and Cathy's violent orgasm was highly contagious.

"I could watch her cum all day," Mandy thought to herself. "She's become such a sexual dynamo." Mandy was all but committed in her mind to insisting that Cathy introduce her to her lover. But she was also terrified of what she might let herself get seduced into doing if she were to actually see the instrument that converted Cathy into such a sex-fiend. She had spent most of her adult life using sex to manipulate others. If she were to allow herself to be turned into a slut for big cocks, to be enslaved to a slab of man-meat, it would shatter her self-image into a million pieces.

Mandy began to fantasize about being fucked with a huge cock. She imagined something so huge driving into her pussy that she was almost split in two by it. She thought of her belly bulging from within as the behemoth rose up inside her.

"The pain must be overwhelming," she thought. "Maybe I should try to get stretched some beforehand. Like Cathy's nipples, maybe it will be easier to take if I'm loosened-up and ready for it."

As she considered it, she slipped fingers from both hands into her opening and pulled firmly, stretching her pussy open, experimented with what it would be like to be big like Cathy. She was starting to make some progress when she realized that Cathy was winding down and she'd better quit this or she would tip her hand.

Sure enough, as soon as Mandy took her dripping fingers out of her pussy and crossed her legs, Cathy recovered enough to focus on her.

"Oh, wow! That was great! Thank you, Mandy. I needed that."

Mandy was pleased to hear Cathy express her gratitude for being allowed to climax. It meant that Cathy wasn't through playing the game, as Mandy had been concerned that she might, once she were allowed to cum.

Mandy's first thought was to return the compliment, but she decided that staying in character was more important, so she resisted.

"You're welcome. It was quite a sight, I must say. You are so beautiful when you cum like that. And so very, very hot. Why, you even made poor Dan cream his pants! And here I didn't think he had so much as a drop left.

"But we were talking about possible incentives we could use to recruit other girls to join the herd. We were talking about breeding when we were sidetracked. I was wondering ... do you think your boyfriend would like to be our bull? Not that we should try to get someone pregnant — unless that's what they want — but as incentive to produce."

"You mean let the most productive cow each week be serviced by the bull? I think I might be able to talk him into that. Our relationship is purely sexual at the moment, so I don't have any real claim on him. I think it would appeal to him to be the prize bull of the herd."

Dan laughed, "That would appeal to any man alive. To have a group of girls competing with each other to see who gets to spread her legs for him? That's a fantasy that sells itself."

"One thing, though," Cathy said, seriously. "I'll share, but I'm not going to give him up. If another girl wins, she can have him for a night. But I get him the rest of the time."

"Agreed. We wouldn't want to deprive you and we certainly want to keep his attention. Do you have someone in mind that we could recruit?"

"As a matter of fact, I think I do," Cathy said. "There is a girl I met last month who strikes me as perfect for our little herd. Sally Granger."

"I know the girl you mean. She's a Senior. Short, cute rather than pretty — fat, though."

"Ha! That's what a lot of people think. That's not fat. I found out from overhearing a couple of girls gossiping in the hall. Sally's breast size is off the chart. Her parents can't afford to have custom bras made for her. Not that it would do her much good, anyway. So they hang down to her waist inside her clothes. That's what the girls were talking about. Apparently she's not very popular because of her condition."

"What about boys? Surely they are falling over each other to get their hands on her?"

"You'd think so. Maybe she sees her large size as an obstacle, rather than an asset. She might be interested in putting them to work."

"All right. When can you talk to her?"

"How about now? She works after school in McCaverty's downtown store. I go by it on the way home. I can stop by and talk to her if I hurry. It's getting late."

"You're right, it is. OK, be here fifteen minutes early in the morning for your milking. Keep those teats in shape and eat lots of whole grains. I want to see improvement in your output by the weekend."

"Yes, Mandy," Cathy said, obediently.

"Here," Dan broke in, handing Cathy a small jar. "It's bag balm. You use it to keep your udders and teats supple. It works great on real cows. No reason why it shouldn't work on human cows too."

"Thanks! I'll try it out."

Cathy headed for the door to hurry and catch Sally before she got off work for the day at McCaverty's. When she passed Mandy, she got a playful swat on her butt about where she thought her brand should go. She smiled and trotted out the door, her teats bouncing and swinging.

When she was gone, Dan said, "I thought this was just another game, but you seem to be going through with this."

"It started as a game, yes. Cathy took it further when she called my bluff and volunteered for a real milking. After seeing her on the machine and hearing her rave about it, I can see there is a real appeal here for some girls. So she's going out to recruit for my herd. If she finds someone else who is kinky enough to want to do this, good. Otherwise, it will be fun just with Cathy. Anyway, I didn't hear you objecting to the idea."

"Me? Noooo! I think this is too hot for words. My dick is still twitching. Hell, maybe you can even get it recognized Officially! The 'Cow Girls Club'. Maybe the 'Milk Maids'. After the Nudist Club, they could hardly refuse, as long as you have girls who want to join."

"I think 'Dairy Club' will be the best. Descriptive, and not too cute."

"And just vague enough not to raise eyebrows. Hmmm? You wouldn't want to wave a red flag under the few remaining Blue-Nosed busybodies in town."

"Hah! Things will be obvious enough once we let them have a taste of the machine and their nipples are all permanently stretched-out. You're sure about that, are you, Dan?"

"If not permanent, at least long-lasting. It certainly will last as long as they keep it up. That will be a badge of membership. These girls will have to be really into the idea to do it, but once they do, they will be committed. You're lucky to get a Nudist for your first cow. She's going to be a walking billboard. No one will be able to say they didn't know what they were getting into."

"Exactly. It just wouldn't work without her. Now we'll see if she can convince others to join."

"You think they will? Cathy might be atypical. And as appealing as it is to me to see her abuse herself that way, I can't imagine your average girl willing to allow her body to be deformed like that. A guy wouldn't even consider it."

"No? That's because men don't face the prospect of becoming pregnant. That's about as deforming as it gets; having something grow inside you for months, blowing your belly and your tits up to enormous size, and then having to push it out into the world between your legs. You never even got a tattoo, did you?"

"No, not even when I was in the Navy."

"I can put this in perspective in two words, dear: boob job. But there is so much more. Plastic surgery. Liposuction. Face lifts. Women have been into body modification for some time. Now younger girls are doing tattoos, piercing, branding, and other stuff. It's much cheaper to have a sexy tattoo put on than to have an implant put in. Probably safer too, so who's to say where the line is between beautification and mutilation? It's all in the eye of the beholder."

"Enough! I still think it's one of the kinkiest things I've ever seen, but I admit that you're more likely to be right then I am about getting more volunteers. What would you like to do now?"

"Why don't we go to my place and have dinner. Then we can see if we can have as much fun without Cathy squirming away next to us."

"Excellent idea. After you, Farmer Mandy."

Cathy was very glad that Mandy had let her climax when she had. Otherwise she would have been too preoccupied with rushing home to have a coherent conversation with anyone. As it was, the afterglow gave her a very nice high that put a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.

If Cathy attracted attention before, she got several times more now, especially while making her way through the downtown crowds. Her teats had shrunk back marginally since she got off the machine, but they were still almost three inches long and just as thick. They jutted off the tips of her breasts and curved out and downward, with the tips pointing straight down. They swung jauntily as she walked, and the motion made her constantly aware of them. Even if she hadn't been, others certainly were. The looks she got from passersby were more overt and the expressions more shocked than before. She thought she might have even caused a couple of fender-benders.

She walked into McCaverty's just at closing time. She knew Sally would still be there because Cathy had worked as a retail clerk herself while going to school and she knew that the most junior clerks were always the ones who got to cash-out the registers; a process that meant tabulating and bagging the cash and checks for the assistant manager to pick up before she could leave the store.

Sure enough, as soon as Cathy arrived in the Housewares department, she saw that Sally was just stuffing a wad of paper into the cloth bag and was all alone. Sally wore a knee-length, unbelted, khaki shirtdress that would have looked several sizes too big for her diminutive frame except for the bulge pushing it out from halfway down her chest all the way to her waist. She looked like she might tip over on her face any second.

"Hi, Sally," Cathy said, "I bet you don't remember me. I bought a coffeemaker from you last month."

Sally's jaw dropped open when she saw a naked girl with distended teats walking toward her. She recovered quickly and zipped up the bag.

"I believe so, but tell me you had clothes on then, because I don't think I would have forgotten you!"

"Oh, I did. I probably wore my conservative gray skirt, my white blouse, and my sensible oxford shoes."

"Miss Kelvin?" Sally's face registered recognition and her voice rang with an incredulous tone.

"That's right. But call me Cathy. This isn't about school and the coffeemaker is working just fine."

"Kewl. Well, it's good to see you again. Uh, can I ask why you're naked?"

"I'm the faculty advisor to the Nudist Club. Kim Hawkins and a few other girls started it and I volunteered to be their advisor. I felt unqualified for the position unless I became a Nudist, too. Is there anything else you'd like to ask about?"

"Ah, no. I don't think so."

"You're being polite. Now tell me you don't get people staring at you on occasion."

"OK, you're right. I am curious. And I wasn't going to say anything because people stare and say things about me all the time."

"At least you get to wear clothes."

"Hehe! You got me there. I have a hard time finding clothes that I can wear. I never thought that not wearing any would be an improvement. OK, there are a couple of questions that I'm dying to ask."

"Go ahead."

"Doesn't it bother you, people staring at you?"

"No," Cathy said flatly. Then she thought about it and decided to elaborate. "Well, that's too flip an answer. This is about being yourself, about finding yourself. Learning who you are by stripping away all the things that you can hide behind. We all hide. We hide from others and we hide from ourselves. Going naked gives you nowhere to hide. If people stare at you, at least they are staring at YOU, not some façade you've built so you can hide behind it. Am I making sense?"

"Yeah. But that's great if you look norm ... sorry. Wrong thing to say."

"No, right thing. Really, Sally, thinking about normal and not-normal is just another way to hide from ourselves. Should only people who look a certain way be allowed out in public? Diversity is good. Normal is just statistical jargon. Did you take Math IV?"

"Yeah. I know what you're saying. The Normal Curve."

"Exactly. It's a curve, not a box. There's no in or out, on or off. No absolutes."

"Are you recruiting for the Nudist Club?"

"Actually, no. But if you are interested, I can arrange a meeting with the members so you can see for yourself if it's something you would be interested in."

Sally took a deep breath. She was interested, but not sure if she had the courage to pursue something that would make her a public exhibit. She had tried so very hard to hide her 'difference' for so long that it had become a reflex.

"You think about it. There's no rush. It has to be something you want to do. Now, what was your other question?"

"Right. Uh, OK. What are those?" Sally pointed hesitantly at Cathy's chest.

"What do they look like?"

"Well, they look like those things that cows have. No offense."

"Teats."

"Hunh?"

"Teats. As opposed to tits. Means the same, actually."

"Teats. OK, how did you get them?"

"Milking machine."

"A what?"

"Commercial milking machine. Like they use on dairy farms."

"Why?"

"To collect the milk."

"No, I mean why would you do that."

"Same reason. Sally, do these make me look like a cow?"

"Gee. Sort of."

"That's because I'm a cow."

"Sure you are," Sally laughed. This was getting too silly for her to keep a straight face.

"No, really. I guess you could say it's a hobby. It's unusual, that's true. But being a Nudist has made me think about a lot of things that I had been taking for granted or had been sweeping under the carpet. I can't hide from myself anymore. I have to explore the things in my head to find out who I really am. Right now, I'm exploring my cow-side. It's a lot of fun."

"Fun? Being a cow is fun?"

"Sure. It's like a dominance game. You belong to the dairy farmer. In this case, Mandy Stevens. You know, the Home Economics teacher? She has arranged to use this milking machine that the Farm Club has on loan. She's going to collect my breast milk and sell it, just like a real dairy."

"Wow, that's kinky!" Sally said. From her tone of voice, Cathy could tell the idea didn't turn her off immediately, but she would need some more information before she became enthused about it.

"Yes, it certainly is that," Cathy told her. "It's very sensual and it's also quite a sexual rush, too."

"So, why are you telling me?"

"I think you know the answer to that. I think you would make a good addition to the club, or 'herd', if you want to think of it like that."

"Because I have really big breasts?"

"Yes," Cathy said, flatly, and stopped right there. She saw no need to sweet-talk Sally into it. The idea would either sell itself or it wouldn't.

"You think I might want to let myself be treated like livestock, to be milked like an animal. To have my breasts turned into udders and my nipples into..."

"Teats. Yes. The milking itself feels so totally wonderful I can't describe it — you just have to experience it for yourself. If you are properly prepared for it the first time, it doesn't hurt at all. And there are other benefits as well."

"What other benefits? All the hay I can eat?"

"Breeding."

"Say what?"

"The top producer each week gets screwed by the bull. That alone is worth the effort." Cathy held her hands apart to illustrate the size of Bung's cock.

Sally stared at the gap and shook her head. "Nobody is that big," she said.

Cathy smiled and nodded, "Oh yes. Every inch of it. It really does feels like you're being fucked by a bull. And I have to warn you, the first time — it does hurt like hell, until you get used to it. Then you learn to like it very quickly. I learned to love it in a few minutes." Cathy shifted from one foot to the other. Talking about it was getting her hot again.

"What if I'm not ready to get pregnant?" Sally asked.

"Then you better be on the pill, because they don't make condoms that big. And he cums like a geyser. If you're fertile, you're going to be pregnant."

"Oh, wow!" Sally exclaimed, her eyes wide and sparkling at the idea of being fucked by such a virile hunk. The thought of becoming breeding-stock was almost as exciting as being milked. Both had a deep attraction for anyone with submissive tendencies, or who liked to play the role.

Sally was thinking about Cathy's proposition when Glen Biffman, the assistant store manager, arrived to collect the receipts bag. Glen strode up to Sally with a no-nonsense swagger but came to a jarring halt when he saw Cathy standing next to the counter. He looked at Cathy with a mixture of surprise and elation that gained a good bit of shock when he zeroed in on Cathy's teats. After that, he seemed to have a good deal of trouble tearing his gaze away and concentrating on the conversation.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Biffman," Sally said, cheerfully. She managed to keep her voice clear of any trace of amusement at Glen's reaction to Cathy, but her lips quirked briefly in a smile before she could suppress it. Glen, fortunately, failed to notice.

"Here are the day's receipts, Sir," Sally continued, holding out the bag.

Biffman managed to wave a hand in Sally's direction and she adroitly slipped the bag into his hand as it passed by.

"This is Miss Kelvin," Sally said, trying to get her boss engaged in the moment before he started drooling on himself, which from his fixed gaze and slack jaw, seemed a distinct possibility. "She's a Customer of mine."

At the word 'Customer', with the slightly emphasized capital 'C', Mr. Barnes broke out of his contemplation of Cathy's mammaries and regained his business demeanor.

"Well," Glen said, with a break in his voice that hadn't been there since he went through puberty fifteen years earlier, "I hope Sally has been taking good care of you. If there is anything McCaverty's can do for you, please let me know."

"Why thank you, Mr. Biffman," Cathy said, graciously, "That's very kind of you. But I had just stopped in to chat with Sally about a personal matter."

"Cathy's a Nudist, Mr. Biffman," Sally pointed out, unnecessarily. "She was just encouraging me to join a club she is a member of."

Biffman clicked on the word 'Nudist' and misheard the rest. He had just that morning been allowed to listen in on a Divisional conference call with the store manager during which store policy with regard to Nudists as customers and employees had been laid down for the first time. Basically, the Legal department had decreed that all efforts were to be made to accommodate a group that had already shown itself willing to litigate for it's rights in every venue available and that McCaverty's would only seek to dictate it's employees state of dress in situations where health regulations held sway, such as the food service group, who were responsible for the store bakery and deli as well as the employee's lunchroom. Upper Management had been very emphatic that any member of management whose actions provoked legal action upon the company would be dealt with sternly. As an upwardly-mobile Assistant Manager, Biffman had taken it all to heart.

"We are certainly glad to have you as a Customer," Glen said, formally. "If Sally chooses to join you and become a Nudist, I can assure you that that will not be a problem for McCaverty's. We encourage our employees to exercise their rights freely. We certainly do. A pleasure to have met you, Miss Kelvin. I trust you will be patronizing our store again. Do have a good day."

With that, Biffman turned on his heel and strode away as purposefully as he had arrived, glad to have been able to stand up for the new policy and smart enough to know not to hang around and chance putting his foot in his mouth by accident.

When he was out of earshot, Sally said, "Well, that was quite a change."

"Oh? How's that?"

"Usually, he stares at my chest as though he had x-ray vision and could see right through my blouse if he concentrated hard enough. Today, he forgot all about me and never took his eyes off you."

"Is that an improvement?"

"I'm not sure. I thought I would be glad if he finally quit doing it. Instead, I feel neglected. Maybe I'm not as offended by his staring as I thought. You're making me think about things I had been taking for granted."

"Good!"

"So what other benefits does membership in your club, er - herd offer?" Sally asked. "I mean, other than the possibility of having triplets fucked into me?"

"Branding has been discussed."

"Branding! You are taking this thing seriously, aren't you? My God! Branding! You mean, like with a real branding iron and all?"

"Glowing, cherry-red, hot iron. Hog-tied and helpless. Scream all you want as the iron burns your flesh. Marked forever as a member of the herd. That branding, yes."

Sally fanned her throat with her hand as if she could feel the fire nearby, heating the instrument while she waited, helpless to stop the proceedings. When she tugged at the front of her blouse to move the air between her ample breasts, Cathy noticed two damp spots about where her nipples would be.

"Looks like you more than qualify for membership, Sally," Cathy said, staring at the small but growing spots. "Looks like you're in the lead for a breeding."

"What? Oh, darn! That always happens when I get turned on. Oops! I gave that away, didn't I? Well, it's why most of the boys never go past second base with me. If I get hot, I leak all over. It's my size, you see? They're so big because of the milk glands. The slightest thing sets them off. Sometimes I wear pads so it won't show because boys don't like to be reminded of what breasts are really for. They quit the field before they find out if they could have hit a home run."

"Well, we can't guarantee to cure that, but I can promise you a few hours of relief, right after it's been all pumped out. They'll be lighter for a while, too."

"Really? Now that's reason enough right there. You have no idea how heavy these things can get when you're on your feet for hours at a time."

"So you'll join?"

"I wanted to be coy about it, but I guess you know I will. Just one question, though — will my nipples look like that?"

"Yes. It's the suction of the machine that changes them. You get cow's teats for nipples. Does that bother you?"

"I guess not. My nipples are spread out from the weight hanging on them. They're six inches across and flatter than crepes. On me, teats would be an improvement."

"They probably wouldn't even be out of proportion," Cathy assured her, distractedly. Cathy was busy visualizing what Sally would look like with her two enormous breasts filled to bursting with milk and her teats swollen and dripping as she waited her turn at the milker. Cathy understood what had turned Mandy on about the idea in the first place.

Sally agreed to have her first milking after school the next day and Cathy was about to leave when Sally thought of another question.

"You were kidding about the size of your bull's cock, weren't you? I mean, you were exaggerating just to get me worked up, I know."

Cathy looked around the empty room, appearing to be checking for stragglers, but really just doing it for dramatic effect. She was prepared to show-off even if the store had been packed. She hopped up on the waist-high sales counter next to the register and pulled her feet up beside her hips to show Sally her well-stretched pussy. When she ran a finger along her slit, her labia curled open, revealing her big pink hole.

"Oh my! Oh, gee!" Sally said in a hushed voice. "Oh, damn! You weren't kidding." The wet spots on Sally's blouse suddenly became saturated with white fluid and drops appeared on the outside of the cloth as she saw what Bung's immense cock would do to her inexperienced pussy.

"Take a good look, Sally," Cathy said. "This what you can to look forward to having between your legs, because you're a cinch to be the next one to take a breeding."

Sally unbuttoned her dress to her waist. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall down her back.

Cathy was amazed by what she saw. The gossips hadn't done justice to the size of Sally's breasts. With her dress on, she looked like a short, stocky girl with big breasts. With it off, Cathy could see that she was really a slim girl with truly huge knockers bulging from her ribs and hanging all the way to her waist. On her small frame, they looked even larger than they were.

"Damn, Sally. You're going to be the prize heifer! You can probably give as much as a real cow. No wonder they leak. You already need to be milked, without any practice."

"Thanks. Gee, that sounds strange. Usually I hate comments about how big they are, no matter how sincere or well-meant. I guess it's different because now I'm actually going to put them to the use nature intended. I feel better about them already. Maybe I was born to be a cow. Even the branding sounds exciting."

"Then you have something to look forward to. I have a feeling you will be the first one to feel the sting of the iron." Cathy remembered what Mandy had said. "Will you want to show off your brand? Will you want everyone to know you're a cow?"

"Oh, yes!" Sally said, rubbing her haunch where she thought the mark should go. "I'll also be a Nudist, like you. Then everyone will be able to see my big milk-filled breasts ... and my teats. Oh, I can't wait!" Sally picked up a pendulous breast in each hand and squeezed them. Each was so large that her small hands disappeared altogether. When she squeezed them, small sprays of milk shot out of her pancake nipples at all angles. Some of it landed on the floor, the register, the counter, and some of it landed on Cathy, who licked a taste of it from the back of her hand.

"Pretty good," she thought, as though she were a breast-milk connoisseur. "She's going to be hard to beat — in quality and quantity. I hope she likes having her pussy reamed, because she definitely has a date with Bung in her future."

Cathy waited until Sally calmed down, and then helped her mop up the milk. When things were more under control she gave Sally a hug to welcome her to the herd and left to hurry home to Bung.

When Cathy got home, Bung was on the sofa in front of the TV, flipping channels.

"He's going to wear that clicker out," she thought.

So she wouldn't have to explain it's presence, she carefully peeled the elastic band off her clit. It had been on for quite a while now, and had done its job of enlarging her clit magnificently well. Without the constriction, her nub was prominent, large, and most importantly, extremely sensitive. She had grown used to walking with her hips slightly forward so that it wasn't being constantly rubbed, a gait that looked like she was going down a runway in a fashion show.

Bung looked up at her as she came into the room. He didn't get up, but he turned off the TV and put the clicker down on the coffee table. He looked at Cathy with a big smile, as though she were his favorite person in the whole world.

"That look is better than an hour of sweet-talk," Cathy thought. "And it's clearly honest. I don't think he could lie to me, even if it crossed his mind to do it."

She crawled into his lap and he cradled her in one big arm like a doll. With his other hand he stroked her body like you would stroke a cat. Soon, he had her purring like one.

"He's so gentle," she thought. "And he's so much bigger than me, I should be afraid that he'll hurt me, but I'm not. He hasn't scared me since the first time he ... well, since he raped me. I can't believe I've been seduced by a rapist. It just sounds so irrational. I guess that's not the strangest thing I've got myself into lately, though."

Bung noticed the change in Cathy immediately and he seemed fascinated by the new teats. He rolled them between his fingers and squeezed them gently. He pulled on them, crudely mimicking the manual milking technique that Dan had showed her. Despite his inexpert handling, he still managed to make her hot.

Cathy unbuttoned Bung's shirt and pulled it open so she could press her naked body against the coarse hair of his broad chest. She squirmed like a cat rolling on a shag carpet. When she straddled his lap, he took it as an invitation and slid his hand between her open thighs. She kissed him, and as her tongue parted the lips of his mouth, his large finger parted the lips of her sex. She pressed into him and he into her at the same time. She reached for his tonsils and he reached for her g-spot. His goal was easier to reach and when he found it, she lost interest in her own and moaned into his mouth, feeling the sound of her voice resonating in his chest.

Cathy quickly passed the point of no return, where she wasn't going to be able to stop before she had his cock in her. Fortunately, Bung was quite willing to accommodate her needs and withdrew his hand to use it to unzip his fly.

She knew what was coming next, and she crawled up his chest to give him room to pull out his big cock, presenting her breasts to his face in the process.

Bung licked and sucked on her teats, making her crazy while he stroked his cock until it was erect enough to penetrate her. By the time he pushed the bulbous head of it against her pussy, she was more than ready and had begun making small moans and cries in her excitement. When he pushed it through her opening, her eyes rolled back in her head and she climaxed.

To keep her centered on his cock, he held her by the ass-cheeks, his palms cupping her bottom and his fingers exploring her anus and perineum. The threat of anal penetration again made her blaze with sexual heat and she dropped her weight onto his cock, burying the not yet fully hard organ deeply into her, wedging the head between her cervix and fornix. She held this position as long as she could, until the swelling of his member stretched her to the fullest extent and forced her up off his lap as the length became too much for her to handle, even though she tried her best not to move.

"One day," she promised herself. "One day I will take it all."

Guided by Bung's hands, she began to ride up and down his cock, her pussy walls being pulled and pushed roughly until her lubrication caught up and made the going easier for her. On the third stroke, she climaxed again, feeling that same loss of control due to the overpowering sensation that made her again feel that she had reached a high from which she would never come down. This time the sensation was a familiar one and she gave herself to it fully, surrendering control of her body and her mind and letting Bung manhandle her like a toy — like a life-size sex doll. Climax built on climax and soon the only one she could remember was the one caused by feeling him explode inside her, bloating her belly with his hot seed and driving her to the edge of consciousness. Afterward, she collapsed across him limply, too exhausted and glowing to move.

Bung was as close to heaven as he ever expected to be. A beautiful girl had taken him in, fed him, let him sleep with her, let him spend all day watching TV, and fucked him every chance she got. If there was a better place to be, he couldn't imagine it. He'd never imagined this one, and there was nothing wrong with his imagination, it was just that he never thought he'd be so lucky.

Whenever he had that thought, he wondered if there was some way he could pay her back for being so nice to him. It never occurred to him that she considered the sex they shared to be payment in full. So it was a complete surprise to him that when she recovered enough to talk, she made him a proposition.

"Honey, I have something I'd like to ask you," she began. "I have some girlfriends who belong to this ... club I'm in. They'd like to meet you. I thought I could bring one over every Friday or Saturday night and we could have a little party, just the three of us. Of course, they'd want you to fuck them as good as you fuck me, and I think that's only fair, don't you?"

Bung reached up and pinched his cheek, because he had always heard that that's what you were supposed to do when something happened to make you think you might be asleep and dreaming. It hurt, and he made a face. He wasn't asleep, and this wasn't a dream, not that he remembered his dreams. So it was real, and she had asked him a question that he thought he had better answer, before he forgot what it was.

"OK," he said, after deliberating on the matter for at least a second or two.

Cathy noted Bung's action and smiled as she realized that it wasn't something done for her benefit, that she was actually seeing his thoughts being acted out.

"This is one boyfriend I will never have to look at and wonder what he's thinking," she realized. "With Bung, the answers will either be clear as crystal, or it will be 'nothing at all'." In a moment of insight, she thought, "I wonder if that's true of men in general? What we imagine to be deep contemplation is just a mask they put on while their brains are out of gear and idling."

With that issue out of the way, Cathy pried herself off Bung's limp, but still sizeable, cock and hobbled off to the bathroom to have a shower and let the bulk of the cum he had forced so deeply into her drain out. She tried squatting and even an ad-hoc douche with the hand-held shower head, but this last load seemed to be thicker than the others and refused to be dislodged. After she had attended to her makeup and hair, and applied a bit of perfume in a couple of places she had never used it before, she took the pool ball out of her bag, washed it off thoroughly, and replaced it inside her pussy as the most reliable way to avoid an embarrassing moment while they were out. She giggled as she thought of how it might be an even bigger embarrassment to lose her grip on the ball and have it drop out at just the wrong moment.

"Well, it's probably the best Kegel exercise I can do, anyway," she thought, clenching her muscles to close her opening as best she could after having it resized for her so wonderfully and thoroughly.

After selecting a fresh hand-towel from the linen closet to satisfy the hygienic requirements of a Nudist sitting in a public facility and waving a brush at Bung's mop of bushy hair, she led him down the street a couple of blocks to a local buffet-style restaurant that offered an all-you-can-eat meal at a reasonable price.

When they arrived the hostess approached with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry," she said, politely to Cathy, "but appropriate dress is required in this restaurant. I'm sure you understand."

Cathy's look of disappointment and consternation failed to move the hostess, who was immediately joined by the manager who came over to lend his support in what was obviously a delicate situation.

"That's correct," he said. "Health regulations and all, you know."

Cathy looked up at Bung, about to explain that they would have to go somewhere else to eat, but Bung wasn't looking at her, he was glowering at the manager and the hostess, who were obviously making his girl unhappy.

He said nothing, merely let out a low rumble from deep in his chest that everyone within ten feet of his felt, rather than heard. He held out one large hand in front of the manager's face, slowly curling all the fingers but one into a fist. The one exception, he used to point to the closest empty table.

The manager took due note of the relative size of Bung's massive paw and his own head and decided that sometimes there are exceptions to every rule. Without further discussion, he seated the couple immediately at the table being indicated. He was clearly relieved when Cathy daintily draped her towel over the seat before sitting down, and managed to keep a polite smile on his face even when she informed him that they would be taking advantage of the buffet special.

Buffet dining was something Bung understood quite well. It seemed to him to be just an upscale version of scrounging in dumpsters. He moved through the line quickly, loading his plate with a helping of each item in turn until the food threatened to slide off in an avalanche of asparagus and applesauce.

Returning to their table, he devoured everything with a gustatory glee that would have brought joy to the heart of the chef. As it was, the only one who reacted was the manager, who realized that he was going to lose money on this meal and that the only thing he could do to was to have the waitress deliver as many baskets of bread to the table as possible in a vain effort to fill Bung up with something cheaper than the meat entrées.

Cathy watched in amazement as the stack of plates in front of Bung rose in a remarkable imitation of the leaning tower in Pisa, Italy. By the time he finished, he had sampled one of every item on the buffet, including six different salads, four different entrees, an uncounted variety of vegetables, and five desserts.

When she paid the bill at the register on the way out, the manager told her in the most insincere tone she had ever heard, "Thank you for coming. Please come again soon."

After that exhibition, Cathy realized that a trip to the market was in order so she could stock her pantry. Fortunately, there was a small one on the corner on their way back to her apartment that she had patronized regularly in the past, although on previous trips there, she had been able to carry away her groceries in a mesh bag and she had been clothed while doing it. She supposed that Bung could deal with any reluctance to admit her based on her lack of clothing, as he had done so efficiently in the restaurant, but she wondered if both of them would be able to carry all the food they would need to see them through the weekend. Fortunately, as she approached the store, she noticed a sign in the window that said, "Free Delivery", and that settled the problem nicely. She could leave a list of things to be brought by her place later and not violate any health department restrictions on where she could go without wearing clothes.

The store's owner, Mr. Jong Park, proved very understanding. He told her, "You are not the only Nudist customer I have. Since the law was changed, several people have called to ask if I had a problem with them shopping here while naked. I certainly have no problem with it, but the stupid Health Department hasn't got around to changing their regulations yet. If they catch me letting you in here, they could close me up. But I found a way around it. The Internet! You can visit my web site and order anything you like, pay for it on-line, and as long as it's within a half-mile of here, I'll deliver it for free. I figure the additional business and the good-will is worth paying my sister's boy Rudy to do the deliveries. Of course, if it's more than a half-mile away, I will have to charge, but hey, business is business. If my Uncle Ho in Korea wants to buy kimchee from me and pay to have it shipped halfway around the world, that's fine with me, too. Heh!"

"Have you talked any of your fellow merchants about how the changes in the old Indecent Exposure laws would affect them?" Cathy asked, since Mr. Park seemed so sanguine on the subject.

"Just the usual number of moralists who think it will lead to the fall of western civilization," he said. "The only one with a legitimate gripe that I've talked with is Burt Carling. He runs the clothing store across the street here and he's fit to be tied about it — understandably. Still, I notice he's got a new display of sandals in his window, so maybe he's decided to make the best of it."

"I don't think he has anything to worry about, really," Cathy said. "I doubt that the majority of people are going to give up wearing clothes. And as soon as it turns cold again, all the Nudists will be bundling up again."

"I think you're right. But Burt is an alarmist. The original Chicken Little."

"Oh, I wanted to ask you about the types of milk you carry," Cathy said, as the question popped into her head. "Do you stock anything besides cow's milk?"

"You mean like goat's milk? Sure. I carry cow's milk, goat's milk, rice milk, and soy milk. There's not a lot of demand for it, but people buy all kinds of things because they think they are healthier than something else."

"How about human milk? Breast milk, I mean."

Mr. Park had glanced at her unusual physiology a couple of times during the conversation. She had put it down to simple curiosity, and he hadn't been obvious or obnoxious about it. Now, he took another good look as the question and the condition of her nipples explained each other.

"Ah!" he said, shrewdly grasping the situation. "No. There is demand like you wouldn't believe, but no supply. Women come in here all the time, looking for something to feed their sick, or allergic, or lactose-intolerant children. But the hospital is the only source of breast milk, other than hiring a wet-nurse. The hospital has a waiting list a mile long and finding women willing to be wet-nurses is harder than winning the lottery." For emphasis, he waved at the display of scratch-off tickets hanging by the register like a waterfall of rainbow-colored paper.

"And if you could get a regular supply?"

"It would be worth its weight in gold. I wouldn't even have to stock it or advertise. I could sell on consignment any I could get, no questions asked."

Cathy studied Mr. Park as he looked at her with a serious expression. He had already convinced her that, first and foremost, he was a businessman. If he said breast milk was worth a lot of money, he was being honest. Now, her kinky hobby had a whole new dimension to it — one that no one had considered.

Cathy left after placing her order for groceries and assuring Mr. Park that he would be contacted when and if there was any product to be sold. As she and Bung walked back to her apartment, she considered if she should discuss the prospect of money with any new recruits or if it would be better to let it be a pleasant surprise for them once they had been initiated into the herd and committed themselves for other reasons. Ultimately, she decided that bringing money into things would encourage the wrong type of person to join for the wrong reasons and turn what could have been a pleasantly-kinky girls' club into something crass and commercial. Still, the money would be nice. Especially if they got more members and time on the milking machine became hard to schedule. She wondered just how much Mr. Park thought he would be able to get for her milk, if he was willing to so freely admit that it was an extremely valuable commodity.

Cathy and Bung spent the rest of the evening seeing how many different positions and places in the apartment they could find to fuck in. They tried most of the furniture and the kitchen counter as well before they managed to wear each other out. Cathy liked those positions best where she could hold onto something and brace herself against Bung's thrusts. The kitchen counter was hard and slick, but she could grab onto the edge and hold on while her pussy was being stretched larger and deeper by Bung's pounding cock. She could also watch the monster going into her pussy and the sight of inch after inch of cock disappearing inside her was a powerful turn-on. When he bottomed out in her, she would squirm her butt around to try to work more of it inside.

During one of their short breaks, Cathy reflected on the great sex she was getting and wondered how she had ever lived without it.

"I was terribly repressed," she thought. "If Kim hadn't asked her to be the faculty advisor for the Nudist Club, I never would have met Bung and I certainly would never have let Mandy touch me. Now, I'm a totally different person. And I thought I was going to be this little schoolteacher/housewife and live this predictable and conservative life with Ricky, or Randy, or whatever his name is. Whatever did I see in him, anyway? Heck, whatever did he see in me?"

Cathy was still trying to figure out why her fiancée had ever become interested in such a mousy person when Bung picked her up off the coffee table and started sucking on her elongated nipples, or 'teats' as she was now thinking of them. The sensation of having so much of her flesh inside his mouth, being laved by his tongue and sucked almost down his throat was one of those experiences that made her feel like her whole body was involved, not just the part being stimulated. It was every bit as great as being on the milking machine, except that Bung was much more gentle about it.

Even though she had climaxed several times since they had returned home from the restaurant, Cathy felt her desire quickly begin to soar again from this stimulation. Rather than being sated and insensitive, she discovered that she was even more responsive than before. In almost no time at all, she was squirming uncontrollably. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating like a harp-string, sending harmonies of ecstasy running through her mind.

Bung had pushed her to the brink of orgasm when he suddenly released her nipple and raised his head to look at her breasts. Cathy first saw the odd expression on his face, then she noticed the drops of white liquid on his lips. She immediately put her hands under her breasts and raised her long and swollen nipples so she could see them better. On the tip of the one that Bung had been nursing, a drop of milk hung. As she watched, it fell onto her stomach and another appeared almost immediately.

Elated at the discovery that she had begun to lactate, Cathy squeezed her other breast roughly. She was overjoyed to see a spray of milk shoot out and splash Bung across the face.

Bung recovered quickly and to protect himself from being squirted again, he gobbled the nipple down, sucking deeply until her had most of Cathy's breast in his maw. He growled playfully, which made Cathy's nipple flutter in his throat and sent her right back into a state of bliss. Then he began to suck and swallow, drawing out her milk like a hungry calf.

"This is fantastic!" Cathy thought. "I've never felt anything like this before. My breasts are actually working now. I can feel the warm milk flowing out of me and into him. This is wonderful!"

Cathy clung to Bung firmly but tenderly, pressing her breast into his mouth, encouraging him to nurse harder. She closed her eyes and focused on the new feeling in her breasts, willing them to make more milk for her lover to drink.

Bung quickly exhausted the available supply from one breast and switched back to the other. In a matter of minutes, he had emptied that one as well and sat back to survey the effect on Cathy.

Climbing over Bung to kneel on the sofa, Cathy leaned over so her breasts hung from her chest. She felt them carefully, one and then the other, hefting and feeling for any obvious change.

"They do feel a little less firm," she thought. "But not yet to the point of hanging from my chest like the empty wineskins I imagined. That will take a lot more work. Although, if I keep up the stimulation, it may not be too long before I can compete with Sally."

She squeezed and pulled at her breasts and her thick, dangling nipples, trying to wring a few more drops of milk from them. Trying to make them work harder, to swell up with milk to the point of bursting so they could be drained again and again. She immersed herself in the idea of being turned into a cow, of becoming livestock, to have her bodily fluids harvested for the use of her owner. Of being treated like an animal, tagged and branded and bred.

The sight of Cathy indulging in her fantasy was a powerful stimulus for Bung. He watched her paw her breasts and pull on her obscenely distended nipples and his well-used cock began to grow hard once again. When she began to moan and her lovely face contorted in a mask of wanton lust, he knelt behind her and slid his immense organ between her legs, rubbing the length of it across her wet slit. When she spread her legs apart and tilted her pelvis in blatant invitation, he seated his cockhead in her gooey opening and then rammed it home, slamming his balls into her clit, making it throb and swell and causing Cathy to scream sharply in a combination of pain and desire.

For Cathy, the experience was complete. Deeply into being a cow, she pictured herself being bred by a monster bull, who slammed his huge cock deeply into her again and again as he sought to impregnate her with his seed. She hung onto the image as long as she could, fighting to make it last as long as possible, but in a matter of minutes she was having one of the biggest climaxes of her young life and had so completely lost control of her body and limbs that Bung had to hold onto her hips to keep her from collapsing onto the couch.

Having little left in his balls, but nevertheless powerfully turned-on, Bung fucked Cathy in a driving rhythm that kept her in a state of continuous climax. His cock swelled to its maximum size and, to Cathy, felt like tempered steel. It brutally rammed her already tender cervix on each stroke, pounding it into submission until the muscles began to yield and his cockhead began to bore its way into her womb.

Feeling Cathy's body yielding to him, Bung yanked hard on her hips and on the next stroke, forced his giant cock completely inside her, shoving through her bruised cervix like a virgin's maidenhead, burying it for the first time full-length into her body and shooting a thin stream of cum into her innermost place.

Cathy just had time to experience what it felt like to have a man ejaculate directly into her uterus before she passed out. Her last conscious thought was, "I did it! I took it all!", and then she slipped into oblivion with a big smile on her face.

When she woke in the morning, Cathy was in her bed with Bung's arms around her. She sleepily pried her eyes open and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. It said she had fifteen minutes left before it would buzz her out of bed and into the new day.

She checked to see how entangled she and Bung were before she tried to move. She figured there was no need to wake him if she could sneak off to the bathroom without disturbing him. His arm resting lightly around her neck seemed to be the only encumbrance, so she ducked under his elbow and tried to quietly roll off the bed.

She had only moved one leg when she realized that she wasn't going anywhere. Bung's cock was still buried deep inside her pussy. It was very deep indeed, and from the way she was frozen in place, it was very hard, too.

"God, I'm impaled," she thought. "He's got morning-wood and I'm trapped on it until it goes down. How awful!" She started to giggle at the absurdity of her predicament, but she quit when she felt her abdominal muscles contract, pressing her insides against his giant cock.

"Oh, wow! It's really rock hard, and so deep! It's still all the way in me. Damn! I remember taking it all the way, then I must have passed out. He must have rammed his big pole right through my cervix. I didn't know you could do that! Damn, if we slept like this all night, I must be opened up really wide all the way by now."

The idea of having Bung's cock buried inside her uterus both scared her and made her very excited. Having her nipples enlarged by the milking machine had got her over her fear of having changes made to her body. She wasn't as scared of what had happened to her as she might have been otherwise. She wasn't in any pain at the moment, although she suspected that she would be sore from this.

"It's really in there," she thought, amazed at how she had achieved a goal in hours that she had expected to take days or weeks.

She pressed her hand on her stomach, just below her breastbone and ran it down her abdomen. She could feel the big bulge of his cock where it lay inside her and it made her excited to know that she had been so deeply invaded. She felt her pussy muscles twitch and was again amazed at the sheer size and girth of Bung's member.

"It feels wonderful! Like something has been missing from inside me all my life and now it's right where it belongs. Oh, I wish I didn't have to leave! I wish I could stay here and enjoy this feeling all day!" She luxuriated in the feeling of being so thoroughly filled, of being stretched tight over something so huge. It gave her a warm glow that she couldn't explain.

"Probably not so tight, now. I must be just the right size for him now. Darn, if he came now, where would it all go? He'd probably blow me up like a balloon."

The image of her womb being filled with cum made a wave of sexual heat flow through her pussy and it tried futilely to clench around the base of Bung's cock. The feeling made her hotter still and the same thing happened again. Soon she had worked herself into such a high state of arousal where she knew she was going to have to cum before she would be able to concentrate on anything else.

"No use pretending. I'm just a slut for big cock. And this is the biggest damn cock I've ever seen. And it's right where I want it to be, buried in my pussy all the way to the root."

Cathy began to work herself around on Bung's cock, not for his benefit, but so she could feel every inch of it and focus on how good it felt having it inside her. She worked every muscle she could find in her pussy and even sucked in her tummy to make her insides rub on his big pole.

Soon, she had worked up enough lubrication to be able to slide up and down an inch or two on his cock. She limited herself to that much, because she didn't want the head to come out of her womb. She had become fascinated by the thought of what would happen when Bung came that deeply inside her and she just had to find out what it felt like to have her uterus flooded with cum.

She was making very good progress in fucking herself when she thought of the virtual certainty of becoming pregnant from such a big load of cum deposited directly into her womb if she hadn't been taking her birth control pills.

"Have I? Did I? Well, not today. Did I forget to take one yesterday? Maybe. Did I forget the day before? I don't remember. I better get off before he cums. I'm probably fertile right now and if he cums in me as much as I know he's going to, then I'm sure to get pregnant. Oh, wow! Imagine how big I would be with his baby in me! I'd be as big as a house! I'd have to waddle along with this huge belly poking out in front of me. My navel would turn inside out. My breasts would just ride along on top of my big belly. I'd be a sight! God! That makes me so hot to think of myself like that. But I can't do it. I can't let him make me pregnant. I have to get this wonderful big cock out of me before it sprays me with gobs and gobs of slimy cum and knocks me up with triplets."

The though of being made pregnant drove Cathy into a state of total rut. If someone had put a gun to her head and told her to stop or she would die, she would have kept on fucking Bung's cock, trying to cum her brains out before the bullet splashed them on the wall.

"Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, so completely absorbed in trying to get herself, and Bung, off, that she almost didn't notice when his hands closed on her D-cup breasts like two baseball mitts. When he began to squeeze and pull on them like he had seen her do the night before she got the faint idea that she had help in achieving her goal, but she was too far gone to acknowledge it.

She knew he was awake when Bung rolled her over on her stomach and pushed his cock deeper into her, pressing his groin into the crack of her ass and pinning her hips to the bed. He ground against her, crushing her beneath his large body and squeezing her insides against his bull's cock. She could barely breathe like this, but breathing wasn't as important to her at the moment as the feeling of having her organs rearranged by Bung's massive shaft.

It only took a few more strokes and Cathy began to climax. Unable to move, with no breath to scream, all she could do was lie there and submit to the breeding that she had convinced herself she would be getting as soon as the first wad of his cum coated her womb.

She had almost passed out from lack of air when he finally came. She felt the hot juice spraying her, scalding her with its heat and intensity.

As he came, Bung thrust into her as deeply as he could, crushing her hips into the mattress and arching his back, which lifted the weight from Cathy's torso and let her pull a much-needed gulp of air into her lungs. She held it as long as she could, savoring the rush of oxygen in her blood, before letting it out as a pure primal scream of lust.

"AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! Fuck meeeeeee! Oh, yes. Cum in me! Fill me up with that stuff! Oh, please. Give it to me! Give it all to me! Yes!"

She ran down into incoherent babbling after that, and if Bung hadn't see before how wild she could be when she came, he would have been concerned for her sanity. As it was, he pulled his knees up beside her pert butt and rubbed her back with his big hands while she ran down and his cock grew limp enough to pull out of her without hurting her.

"He's too good at this," she thought when she had come to her senses. "I know he does it from instinct, but he's just so considerate and loving that I'd sleep with him even if he didn't have a cock the size of a tree trunk. Well, maybe I would."

Cathy lay where she was, floating on a blood-temperature ocean of pleasure while Bung slowly worked his cock out of her. When it finally came free, he got off the bed and she turned to look at the instrument that had given her so much pleasure and pain. She half-expected it to be coated with blood and parts of her anatomy that she was sure she would miss, but it looked as normal as ever, just shiny with their combination of personal fluids.

While Bung ran off to the bathroom to empty his bladder, Cathy rolled over and pulled her back up against the headboard. She pressed her palm against her abdomen, trying to feel for the bloated lump of cum that he had left there. She thought she had located it, but she was disappointed because she couldn't be sure.

When she heard the toilet flush, she got up to start the coffee so it would be ready when he got out of the shower.

"Just like a married couple," she thought. "We're developing a morning routine." The idea of them being a couple made her quiver. For the first time, she realized that there was something between her and Bung besides sex.

"Maybe if I do my best to take care of him and keep him happy, he'll stay with me. It's certainly a non-traditional relationship, but if we're happy, who cares? I know plenty of people with ten times the brains who haven't got on tenth the sweetness and kindness that he does."

Cathy put the bacon in the microwave and the frozen biscuits in the oven before she took her turn in the bath. She usually didn't eat a big breakfast, but Bung seemed to have a bottomless pit where his stomach should be. He devoured everything she put in front of him and eyed the wax fruit as well.

"Being a nudist sure cuts back on the time it takes me to get ready to go to work. No bra, panties, hose, dress or jewelry. Just do my hair and makeup and slip on my sandals and go! I'm saving a fortune on dry cleaning, which is good because it looks like I'm going to be spending that money on groceries," she thought as she cracked a half-dozen eggs into a bowl.

Later, when it was her turn in the bathroom, Cathy began to wonder about those benefits.

"It's tougher to do my makeup," she decided. "If I use more than a touch, there is too much skin to try to cover to match it up. I'd feel silly putting it all over, and there are some places that I just can't reach. I'll have to go with the smallest amount possible and be very careful about matching my skin tone.

"Jewelry would look really silly, but there is something else I can do. Now where did I put that thing..."

She found the small elastic band without too much searching and then had a hard time deciding how to get it on. She didn't have anything like the tube and pump device that Mandy had used to put it on her, but it had done such a marvelous job of enlarging her clit and making it many times more sensitive that she was determined to wear it again.

After some rummaging and some head-scratching, she decided that the brute-force approach was the only way. She pressed the tips of her thumb and middle finger together tightly and rolled the band over them. She seized her clit roughly and yanked it straight outward as far as she could without ripping it off her body. She pulled so hard that it made her see stars.

Gasping with pain and effort, she quickly rolled the band off her fingers and onto the base of her clit as close to her body as it would go. When she felt it snap shut around her clit, the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure was so intense that she had to brace against the bathroom counter to keep from collapsing onto the floor.

"Oh my God! That's a rush!"

When she could focus her eyes and her legs quit shaking, she faced the mirror and pulled back her pussy-lips to check on the result. Without the pump to draw blood into it, her clit wasn't nearly as prominent at it had been the previous day, but it still stood out visibly between her outer lips. When she took her hands away, her outer lips hid the constricting band completely.

"Perfect!" she thought. "It will stay big until Mandy pumps it up again, and it shows enough so that there will be no question of what it is." She wasn't sure why she wanted to show off something that up until now had been hidden under folds of skin all of her life, but she felt as proud of her exposed clit as she did of her new teats.

She stroked her nipples until they began to swell and stiffen. As they rose up into twin spikes, she wondered if there were some way she could keep them standing tall and proud like her little clitty.

"I guess not. They'll be longer and droopier before long. When the cups came off yesterday, they were over twice this size. If they stood up stiff and hard at that size, I might poke someone's eye out! Better to let them hang. Unless something gets me hot, then I'll be so obvious they might as well be shooting off fireworks and waving flags."

The idea that the slightest degree of arousal would be glaringly obvious to everyone became a self-fulfilling prophecy. When she came out of the bathroom, her nipples and clit were all rosy red and erect, a condition not at all lost on Bung, who looked up from his plate and stared in appreciation of the charms on display.

He whistled, low and long, and reached for her with a leer on his face.

"Sorry, lover," she said, laughing and dancing away from his grasp. "But I have to get to work. Hold that thought until lunch."

She was checking her bag to make sure she had everything she needed for the morning when she remembered that there was something else she needed to find.

"I almost forgot! The 'what's in teacher's pussy' game. That was a bunch of fun. Having something to keep me busy helped a lot. Let's see, what did I think of yesterday? Coke bottle? I think all I have is one of those two-liter jugs. I'm not THAT big! Yet, anyway. I liked the pool ball, and the pencil case, but I need to keep trying new things. Hmmm. The candle! Where did I put that? I thought it was on the table next to the TV, but maybe I put it away after the holidays."

Cathy went to the hall closet and looked on the shelf where she kept a few seasonal knickknacks. Her mother liked to send her small decorative things and she enjoyed displaying them. The candle was in the back, wrapped in tissue-paper. Cathy pulled it out and unrolled it. It was handmade, a ten-inch-long, three-inch thick cylinder with leaves carved into it and a layer of green vines wrapping around the length of it. A yellow ball of wax crowned the top, simulating a glowing flame. It was the sort of thing that was never intended to be burned, just taken out and put on view for a couple of weeks every year. Cathy traced the lumpy green vines with her fingers and squeezed the shaft to see how firm it was. Now that she was seeing it in a new light, Cathy realized that it really looked more like a really big dildo than a festive holiday decoration. She wondered if her mother had been aware of its phallic shape.

"I'm sure Mom just saw a candle," she decided. "No one would seriously think of using this as a sex-toy. No one but me. And not until now.

"Lets' see, it's still smaller than Bung. I can probably handle this if I try."

As she stroked the length of lumpy wax, Cathy found herself committed to the challenge that the candle presented. She was going to get it inside her. Her pussy was already crying out for something to fill it. She put it in her bag and went to kiss Bung goodbye.

Cathy closed the door to the apartment and went across the hall into the storeroom for some privacy while she and her new pussy pacifier got to know each other. She located a wooden footstool under one of the tarps and pulled it out into the middle of the floor. She set the candle down on its base in the middle of the low stool and straddled it.

"This is going to be fun!" she thought as she slowly lowered herself over the big candle. Her pussy was soaking wet and ready to play. Her labia had parted and her hole had begun to open up like a yawning mouth.

When she felt the big ball of wax at the top of the candle spread her lips apart, she felt a momentary fear that it might be too big for her to keep inside all day.

"Then I'll have to take it out when I get to school," she thought. "But I'll carry it all the way there." Setting a goal made it even more appealing to her. Mandy would have threatened her with some punishment it she failed. As she pressed her pussy down onto the candle, Cathy imagined some of the things that Mandy might use to encourage her.

"Get that thing all the way in you, girl!" Mandy might say. "Or no milking for you. You do need milking don't you? Aren't those udders just aching to be drained?"

She hadn't thought of it until then, but Cathy's breasts did seem slightly larger and heavier this morning. She put her hands under them and tried to gauge their heft.

"They do seem fuller."

She squeezed them gently and was delighted to see a pair of drops of milk appear at the tips of her nipples.

"Wonderful! They're filling up. I'll have something to show at this morning's milking."

Then she remembered that Sally would be along after school to add her contribution and she realized that she would be up against some really stiff competition. She was glad that she had made Mandy promise to let her fuck Bung whenever she wanted. If it had been left to the weekly winner, she was sure that Sally would walk away with the prize every time.

"Then I'll just have to work harder to get my production up," she told herself. "I'll do whatever it takes!"

The added encouragement was just what she needed for motivation. She let more of her weight push her pussy down onto the top of the candle and when the yellow orb slipped inside, she felt a rush of triumph along with a burst of pleasure.

She grit her teeth and let more of her weight bear on the candle. Slowly, she felt her pussy surrender to the waxy invader. When it disappeared inside her with only the base showing, she felt a powerful sense of accomplishment along with a strong dose of arousal.

"Oh, WOW! That was great! Damn! I'm almost cumming already. I hope I can make it to school without having a climax out there on the street!"

The idea of standing on the sidewalk, cumming her brains out in public almost pushed her into a bone-cracking climax. She concentrated very hard and managed to resist, and she succeeded by just the skin of her teeth.

She took several deep breaths and then rocked back a little to tip the base of the candle up and slide her fingertips under it. She relaxed as much as she could, and then pushed hard to get the base far enough into her pussy to allow her opening to close behind it and hold it in place.

"Whoof! That was harder than I thought! It's in, and it looks like it going to stay, but it's very long and very thick and very hard. I'm going to have to be careful about not bending over or I'll rupture something. This sure feels good, though. My pussy feels like it got a big present and it was just what it hoped for."

Cathy left the storeroom and walked gingerly down the stairs and out the door into the alley. She tried to walk normally, but with her clit kept stiff by the elastic band and the big candle stuffed all the way up inside her, it was difficult. If she bent or twisted, the candle messed with her internal organs and became very uncomfortable. She had to keep her back very straight and her hips forward.

For the first block of her walk to work, she allowed herself to enjoy the feelings. The weight of the candle rolling back and forth inside her as she walked felt marvelous and she became increasingly more aroused with each step. Heat boiled up in her pussy and sparks seemed to be jumping from her clit. Her nipples grew as erect as it was possible for them to be, given their size. They waved at the ends of her breasts like small, fat sausages with puckered ends.

As she stood at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, she crossed her arms under her breasts and tried to look more normal than she felt. When she felt a drop of something land on her arm, she looked down and noticed that she was leaking milk from both nipples.

"Oh, no! Letting myself get turned on makes my breasts tight and my nipples hard. That must be forcing the milk out. Oh, darn! I guess I'm going to have to get hold of myself until after my session with the milking machine. Darn, darn, darn!"

Cathy sighed at the irony of the situation, "I should be glad I'm lactating so much so soon. I thought it would take much longer to get going. Mandy will be glad."

The rest of the trip to school was delicious torture for Cathy as she struggled valiantly to resist the effects that the candle and the band were having on her. She managed to shift her attention away from her body enough so that only a few more drops of milk were lost on the way. However, by the time she arrived, she was in a frazzled state and had resorted to biting her tongue and pressing her short nails into the palm of her hand to keep her mind off how over-stimulated she was.

With desperation approaching, she passed by the building her classroom was in and went directly to the Vocational building. On the way, she had to walk down a long set of shallow steps. Each step down jarred the heavy candle, making her clench her pussy around it to keep it from shifting uncomfortably. Each contraction sent a wave of pleasure through her, making her more aroused with each step. By the time she reached the door to the building, her pussy was clenching spasmodically on its own, without the jarring from the steps. Her eyes were trying to cross from the effort it took to keep from sliding into a full-scale climax.

She might have given in to the temptation but for the small crowd of early-arriving students who were clustered around the building. She knew that the climax she had been fighting off would be one of those total-loss-of-muscle-control orgasms that she had been having so often and she was afraid someone would mistake her shaking for some kind of seizure and summon an ambulance. The explanations would be terribly embarrassing.

Most of the students were staring openly and she returned their stares with a tight smile that bordered on a grimace because her teeth were so firmly clenched. She was sure that most of them had heard of the Nudist Club but hadn't yet seen any of the members among the student body. She didn't recognize any of the faces that were turned toward her. Certainly none of them were in any of her classes.

As she approached the door, which was barred to students until five minutes before classes began, she had to thread her way through a small knot of teenage boys wearing overalls and grease-stained utility clothes. One of the boys didn't move as quickly as she expected and she brushed against him rather than gliding past as she intended. The drag of her nipples across the coarse texture of his work-shirt was exquisite torture and Cathy gasped at the feeling — and then gasped again at the twin lines of dampness that appeared as if by magic on his shirt.

"I hope Dan and Mandy are here already," she thought as she hauled open the door and escaped into the building before the boy could notice that he had her breast milk smeared on his shirt. "If I have to wait, there will be a mess."

Cathy walked as quickly as she dared down the long hall and almost turned into the wrong room a couple of times before she finally arrived at her goal. When she finally closed the door of Dan's classroom behind her, she was so tightly strung that she was quivering all over. The relief at finding both Dan and Mandy had already arrived and that the machine was all setup and ready for her must have been as clear on her face as the desperation she felt.

"Well, good morning!" Mandy chirped, mostly to cover the fact that she and Dan had been in a clinch when the door opened. She tugged her skirt down over her ass and gave Dan a 'rain-check' look that Cathy missed because her gaze was on the machine on the desktop.

"Aren't we the eager little heifer? Are you ready for your morning milking, dear?" Mandy took in Cathy's glassy look and the drops of milk hanging from the tips of her nipples and assumed that her prediction about Cathy's need to be milked had been fulfilled.

Cathy was in no mood for tedious explanations about how she happened to arrive in such a state, she just wanted to get on with it as soon as possible so she could give in to the need that had a tighter grip on her than any addictive drug could possibly have had. She nodded and stepped closer to the machine.

Mandy saw a perfect opportunity and interposed herself between Cathy and the relief she craved.

"Not so fast, girl! We'll get you hooked up in a minute. But first, I need to check you out. We're going to keep proper records of this project. So just hold on for a bit while I fill out my log."

Cathy was nearly at the end of her rope, but she tried to settle down. She took a few deep breaths and presented herself for inspection in a submissive and obedient pose, eyes fixed on the far wall and feet together. She pulled her shoulders back so far that her shoulder blades almost touched, displaying her breasts and elongated nipples proudly.

"That's a good little heifer!" Mandy said, and Cathy smiled at the praise. "Now clasp your hands behind your head. I'm going to measure you."

Cathy dutifully complied and Mandy took a dressmaker's cloth tape from her pocket and measured Cathy's hips, waist, chest, and bust. She made a careful record of each on her clipboard. Mandy even noted the girth of each breast as well as the thickness and length of her nipples. If she noticed the slight bulge in Cathy's abdomen, she made no comment on it.

"We should have done this yesterday, I know. But it's always better late than never, you know. Now let me just check how those udders are coming. Hold still."

Mandy felt over each breast in turn, hefting and squeezing as though she were conducting a medical exam. She jerked a little as a small spray of milk shot from Cathy's nipple.

"Well, you seem to be a little ahead of the curve! Ready to contribute your output to the Farm?"

Cathy nodded. While Mandy was handling her breasts, she realized that they had developed a slight ache and that the heaviness that she had detected earlier seemed to have increased. Now that she was about to have her first 'real' milking, she did feel an urge — almost a 'need' to be relieved of her liquid burden.

Taking Cathy by the arm, Mandy led her to the chair and helped her kneel on the seat and lean over the back as she had before. When she was in position, Dan applied a light coating of the creamy balm to both nipples and then switched on the machine. When he slid the teat cups onto her, she relaxed and closed her eyes. She leaned over as far as she could so her breasts would hang straight down and her milk could all be sucked out.

With a tap on the control panel, the hum of the pump filled the room, followed shortly by the sound of the pulsator. Cathy smiled broadly as the familiar feeling of bliss came over her. She barely noticed when Dan ran the suction up. She did notice a different sensation in her nipples as they expanded to fill the cups. The pain she had experienced before was missing. Instead, she felt a warm, flowing sensation that she took to be her milk being drawn out.

As Cathy settled down on the milker, Mandy and Dan watched her curiously. She seemed to be so happy that both of them felt a small amount of jealousy that this was something they wouldn't be experiencing. Mandy because she had defined her role as Farmer, not a member of the Herd, and Dan because he didn't have the right glands.

While they watched, a thin but steady stream of white fluid could be seen running through the clear tubes leading from the cups through the pump and into the collection bag.

"Damn!" Mandy said softly. "She's doing much better than I expected. She must really be into this."

"Yeah," Dan said huskily. The sight of Cathy being milked was obviously affecting him. "She's no Guernsey, but that looks like good product to me." He swallowed hugely. "Shit! I'm hard as steel, Mandy. Get that dress up and bend over!"

Being ordered around was a new thing for Mandy. Nevertheless, she eagerly hiked her skirt up over her hips and assumed the position over one of the student desks in the front row. Dan was behind her in a flash, dropping his slacks and slapping his hard cock between her legs and into her slit.

Mandy shivered with pleasure as Dan shoved his cock into her. They both felt a powerful sense of urgency and neither made a pretense of coyness or style. Instead, they just fucked like rabbits, hard and fast, going for a cum as quickly as possible to relieve the intensity of their mutual need.

"This is a benefit I hadn't expected," Mandy thought as Dan plowed her pussy mercilessly with his big rod. "But it's still fucking fantastic! I've never enjoyed being used like this before, but this is something different. This is so primal, so animalistic. I feel like I'm in heat and I need a stud to cum in me and put out my fire. He fucked me three times last night, too! And now he's acting again like he hasn't had a woman in weeks!

"That big cock just feels so damn good! It makes me feel like I'm a total slut. I just want to be fucked as much as possible and I'd do anything for it. I'd probably have bent over and spread for him in front of his whole class if he wanted. Then all of them could watch me cum all over his lovely cock and beg for more."

Neither Mandy or Dan could last very long at this intensity. It was only a few minutes before she threw her head back and let him watch her face as he gave her one of the best climaxes of her life.

Seeing Mandy cum so hard threw Dan's cock into overdrive. He pounded her ferociously for almost a minute while the pressure behind his cock grew until he was sure his dick would explode in her pussy. When he came, he thought it had.

While Dan's assault on her rose toward a crescendo, Mandy's orgasm built bigger and bigger, like an avalanche going down a steep mountain slope. When he came, she felt his cum hit her insides with a such a force that she went spiraling off into a whole new climax, one that made her want to scream at the top of her lungs to announce to the whole world that she was cumming. She barely grit her teeth in time to keep herself from doing just that. Still, the high-pitched sound that escaped her throat must have been audible halfway down the hallway.

"Like I care if they know," she thought as she floated down from the peak of her own personal mountain of pleasure. "The way I feel right now, I want to walk bare-assed around this whole damn school and show everyone I meet that I've just been fucked and my pussy is full of cream."

Mandy tightened her vaginal muscles and clamped down on Dan's cock as hard as she could to squeeze the last few drops of cum out of it. She raised up off the desk and leaned back to kiss him.

Dan returned the kiss with equal passion and reached around her and put his hands over her heaving breasts, searching for her nipples to twist under the layers of cloth. She helped him undo her blouse, nearly ripping the buttons off in the process, and pulled her bra up over her breasts so he could touch their nakedness. He pinched and rolled her hard points between his fingers and she pushed her butt back against his still hard cock and kissed him even harder to encourage him to do whatever he wanted to her.

Mandy had never behaved like this before and Dan was astonished at the change in her. The cold ice-bitch manipulator with the cruel streak a hundred yards wide was acting like a cock-slut whose pussy wasn't happy unless it was running over with cum. He glanced at Cathy, who was humming softly to herself while the pump greedily sucked out her milk. She was hottest girl Dan had ever seen. A killer body, gorgeous face, and perfect skin that she enjoyed sharing with everyone; and she clearly had an insatiable appetite for sex that was somehow very contagious. Just watching her enjoy herself like this was enough to recharge Dan's libido and before he knew it, his cock was hard as ice and twitching to go again.

Mandy had been prepared to be satisfied with a quick fuck. She had cum like a roman candle on the fourth of July and she was incredibly happy with an afterglow that felt like she was lying in the hot sun. When Dan's cock began to stiffen again and he started to press it into her with an insistent nudge, she almost laughed with joy. She bent back over the desk and took a grip on it. Then she wiggled her pussy around on his cock to signal her readiness to go again.

Dan immediately started fucking her with long strokes, pulling his cock all the way out and slapping her ass with it before putting it back in and shoving it all the way up her pussy until it bottomed out and his balls swung up and smacked her right on the clit. His cock seemed to have grown even thicker and longer than before and his deep strokes were pushing his previous spend out of her hole, making it foam up on her pussy-lips and run down her legs.

Once most of the cum had been forced out, Mandy could feel the heat building up in her from the friction of her vaginal walls on Dan's cock. Like an ember can reignite a fire if it's fanned, Mandy's pussy reignited with the same burning lust she had felt before. She gripped the desk hard and fucked back at Dan on each stroke. He teased her briefly by pulling out and sliding his cock up and down her slit, rubbing the head across her clit and making her jump at the sudden stimulation. She turned her head and looked back at him over her shoulder.

"What do you want, Mandy?" he asked. "Tell me what you want."

She spat out her answer between lips pulled back past her teeth. It was a very feral expression and he could see the wildcat behind her eyes. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Give me your cum. Make me your slut!"

That was more than Dan needed to hear and he stuffed his cock back into Mandy's hot pussy. She squeezed it, welcoming it back where it belonged, and they played a short game of hold-the-cock, where he pushed it into her as deeply as he could, forcing her labia wide apart with the root, and she tried to use her pussy to grab it and hang onto it while he pulled back out again, stopping just before the head popped out of her horny hole. The added friction was more than either of them could take, and they quickly fell back into the rapid-fire rabbit-fucking frenzy that had brought them both to such magnificent climaxes before.

This time, Dan was able to last much longer. Having already emptied his balls, he no longer felt the pressure to cum and he was able to enjoy the act of fucking for the pleasure of it, instead of as a means to an end. He pistoned his marble-like cock in and out of Mandy with the steadiness of a pile-driver working in hard ground and she tossed her head and made little cries of pleasure that he knew could have been screams of ecstasy in any other setting. His balls drew up tight against his groin as though he were about to cum, but all he felt from there was a pleasantly dull ache and a tightness that assured him that his cock would remain stiff for as long as he needed it.

Without the need for release, he began to try to make the experience more pleasurable for Mandy. "Make me your slut!" she had said, and he was certainly going to try. They had parted because she had always had to be the dominant one in each sexual encounter and he had regretted the loss, even as he recognized the wisdom of going their separate ways. Now, she was letting him take the lead and he was enjoying it immensely. He found himself even more attracted to her now that she had shown that she could drop the bitch routine and get down and beg to be fucked like the horny girl he knew she was. He hoped this wasn't just a temporary thing and he decided to do his best to make this the best fuck she had ever had.

If Mandy noticed the change in Dan, she was too far gone to analyze it. She was getting the fuck of her life and she was completely involved in the mind-blowing pleasure of it. Her eyes were wild, rolling in their sockets and focusing on nothing in this world. She let her mouth hang open with her tongue out like a dog in the summer heat. Drool rolled down her chin and her neck. Her hair flailed about like a cheerleader's pom-pom and she gripped the desk so hard that the wood creaked and threatened to break. She had passed through a bestial state and had become pure lust. Orgasms rolled through her body and back again, meeting and augmenting each other like waves on the ocean. Her whole world became one continuous climax and she reached a kind of sexual nirvana.

Dan watched this with a marginally detached air, but as he watched, the incredibly intense spectacle began to affect him, too. He felt himself inexorably drawn into the same state as Mandy and soon they were both rutting for the pure joy of rutting.

Cathy continued to contentedly feed her breast milk to the machine, oblivious to the unbelievably carnal show going on only a few feet away. She was having her own climax, but it was a long, slow, drawn out affair that had no peaks or valleys, just the unending pulse of the machine that tugged on her nipples and sent vibrations down her spine to make her clit jump and throb in counterpoint. Each small sip the machine took at her breasts was a climax for her, and she wanted it to go on forever.

All good things come to an end sometime, and things that burn so brightly that they can blind you to the world are always short-lived. It wasn't too very long before Cathy's milk began to run out and the pulsations and suction of the machine faded away as it responded to the reduced flow. Disappointed, but thoroughly satisfied, Cathy opened her eyes and looked around. The first thing she saw was the amount of milk in the collection bag.

"Oh, wow! That's all from me? Damn, I'm doing better than I thought. That has to be more than a pint. Maybe not quite a quart, but a very respectable amount just the same!"

She looked around to point out her achievement to Mandy and saw her just in the final throes of her last, best orgasm, arching her back so far that it looked like she would surely snap in two, as Dan held her hips and thrust his cock so deeply into her that he lifted her feet clear off the floor and held her in the air, suspended on his impaling cock.

Cathy watched as every muscle in Dan's body tensed tighter than steel cable and he pulled a heroic load of cum out of his aching balls and fired it into Mandy, who was silently screaming her joy to the whole world.

"Damn! What did I miss?" Cathy wondered. "I wish I had a camera. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen! She looks just like I feel when Bung makes me cum."

Not wanting to break the mood, Cathy waited patiently while Dan and Mandy gradually returned to the same plane of existence as everyone else. When they had come to themselves enough to be aware of her, she said, "I thought I was having all the fun, here. But you guys seem to have topped me!"

Dan was too drained to comment, but as soon as he was able to pry his slowly fading cock out of Mandy's clutching pussy, he pulled his pants back up and shuffled over to check on Cathy.

Mandy tugged her skirt back down so that it barely covered her bottom, turned around and sat down heavily on the desk she had nearly broken. She began to button her blouse using the wrong buttons and holes and without adjusting her bra. The radiant expression on her face explained her clumsiness.

Dan was checking the readings on the milker when there was a sharp rap at the classroom door. Before anyone could react, the door swung open and a student stuck her head in, saying, "Mr. Kelly? I need to talk to you about making up that test."

Mandy turned away and frantically adjusted her clothes.

Dan stuffed his shirttail into the waistband of his slacks.

Neither could have bothered. The intruder's attention was completely on Cathy, kneeling over the back of the chair next to the machine with the cups still firmly attached to her breasts.

"What the hell?" The girl said, opening the door all the way and stepping into the classroom. A second girl followed her. This one thoughtfully closed the door behind her before turning to take in the scene.

"Good morning, Andrea. Bonnie." Dan said, nodding uncomfortably. He was about to add something about this not being a good time to discuss make-up tests, but that seemed obvious under the circumstances.

"I'm sorry for barging in," Andrea apologized. "But I have to leave right after school and I, ah, I wanted to ... is that the new portable milking machine?"

Andrea's eyes swept over the device on the desk and traced the tubes back from the pump to the cups attached to Cathy's breasts as if to assure herself that what she thought she was seeing was really happening. When she saw the contents of the collection bag she looked at Cathy with an expression that was part astonishment but mostly curiosity.

The other girl seemed equally shocked, but more so at seeing Cathy than her condition.

"Good morning, Miss Kelvin," Bonnie said.

"Good morning, Bonnie," Cathy said, without a trace of embarrassment. She felt so good that she was more amused than ashamed at being discovered like this.

Andrea looked to her friend with a puzzled expression, as if she suspected that she might be the last one to find out what was going on.

"Miss Kelvin teaches my fourth period Geometry class," she explained to Andrea. "She's also the faculty advisor to the new Nudist Club. But I know as much about what's going on here as you do. Whatever it is, it looks interesting. Is that breast milk in there?"

"Yes," Cathy said. She paused for a second in case Mandy or Dan wanted to pick up the conversation and do the explaining. Neither leaped at the chance, so Cathy continued. "We're working on a project to collect breast milk from volunteer subjects. Miss Stevens came up with the idea and Mr. Kelly was kind enough to let us use the equipment and provide the technical support. I'm just the guinea pig who got to find out if the milker would work on a human subject."

Emboldened by hearing a rational explanation, even if it raised more questions than it answered, Andrea lifted one end of the collection bag and watched as the milk inside flowed thickly from one side to the other.

"Looks like it worked. Did it hurt?"

"No, in fact it feels wonderful. The machine adjusts itself to your ability to produce."

Andrea and Bonnie were both intrigued. Andrea's hand went to her breast and stroked it. She was obviously thinking about how the machine would feel to her.

Bonnie seemed more interested in Cathy. One doesn't come upon one's naked Geometry teacher having her breasts emptied by farm equipment very often. She peered at the cups which were still holding onto Cathy's distended nipples. The pink flesh visible through the inspection window on the side looked too large to belong to Cathy.

Cathy smiled knowingly at the two students. From the way Andrea was examining the machine, and the bag of collected milk, she was obviously more than idly curious about the 'project', as Cathy had put it. Bonnie was both too young and too underdeveloped to be a candidate for membership in Mandy's herd, but Andrea looked like she might have been kept back a grade at some point. She was certainly better developed than the average 17-year-old and Cathy could even make out the outline of two sizeable nipples under her knit top.

"Andrea knows something about breast milk," Bonnie volunteered, verbally nudging her friend into an explanation. "She missed a year of school two years ago because she got pregnant and had the baby."

"Yes," Andrea admitted. "I let my hormones get me in trouble. Well, the short version of the story is, my parents are devout and they refused to let me get an abortion. I left school to have Bobby." From the way her face glowed when she mentioned her son, it hadn't been a wholly terrible experience.

"He's the sweetest little boy," Bonnie said. "Andrea stayed home and took care of him herself. She nursed him and everything."

"It was one of those things that you think is going to ruin your life," Andrea said with a note of wonder in her voice. "But turns out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. You know? My parents even said they would take all the responsibility and raise him as my brother. They said they would rather do that than see me get an abortion. We had a big fight about it. They said I could get pregnant as much as I wanted and they would do the same for as many children as I wanted to have. At first, I took that as a license to screw any boy I liked. But after Bobby was born, I got more careful and a lot more selective, you know? Kids change things for you. That's why I got into the Vocational program. I want to be self-supporting as soon as possible so I can show my parents I can be a good mother."

Cathy understood all about life-changing events that start out terrible and end up being wonderful. She nodded empathetically. "Do you still nurse?" she asked Andrea.

"He's 18 months, now. Mom and I decided it was time for me to stop nursing him. I couldn't miss another year of school, anyway."

"But you miss nursing him?"

"Oh, I still do when he wants to. I admit I love doing it. But he's quite the little man, now. He doesn't want to drink from Mommy as much as he used to. Oh, crap!" She had been absently squeezing her breast while she was thinking about nursing her child and a spreading wet spot on the front of her top showed that she was still producing milk.

"Here," Mandy said, pulling Andrea's top out of her skirt. "Let me take care of that for you. Back in a sec." She was gone with the damp top almost before Andrea could say a word.

Andrea thought she should have felt self-conscious about standing there topless, but an unself-conscious and completely naked girl next to her made it seem relatively OK. She had started to cover her breasts with her hands, but that seemed silly to her after a few seconds and she let them drop to her sides. Her nipples stood out from her full breasts like the broken-off stems of some kind of just-picked fruit. To Cathy, they looked none the worse for wear. The pregnancy must have added at least a cup-size or more to Andrea's figure and it was all to the good. The girl's breasts sagged a bit, but their full shape was still very attractive above her narrow waist. Andrea looked to have lost any weight she might have gained while pregnant. She had obviously learned self-discipline in the course of becoming a mother.

"If Bobby isn't taking your milk as much as he used to, what do you do for relief?" Cathy asked the obvious leading question.

"Mostly I hurt," Andrea said sharply. "Mom says I'll dry up in a few months. But they still ache ... and leak."

"Would you like to try the machine?" Cathy asked. "It will help."

Andrea's face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please. I'll try anything to make them feel better."

Cathy looked at Dan, who belatedly picked up the cue and expertly released the cups from Cathy's breasts. When they came away, Andrea and Bonnie stared in fascination at Cathy's rosy pink nipples. The machine had restored them to their full cow-shape and they hung from her still-firm breasts like perfect replicas of cow-teats. Cathy showed them off proudly, turning her torso back and forth to give the girls, and Dan, a good look. They wagged sluggishly as she moved, still engorged with blood from the vacuum.

"Oh, wow!" Bonnie said. She seemed impressed and not at all repulsed.

"Will it make mine look like that?" Andrea asked. She sounded like she was having second thoughts about this idea.

"For a bit," Cathy admitted. "They shrink back, mostly, in time. But if you get milked regularly, they become permanent."

"Oh," Andrea said, pulling experimentally on her nipples. She was imagining her own nipples being turned into teats like Cathy's. "What the heck," she thought, "Ruby Jenks had hers tattooed and pierced and nobody said 'boo' to her about it. Miss Kelvin doesn't seem to mind hers looking like that, and she's going to be walking around with hers hanging out all the time. Mine will be under my top. Anyway, I think they look good on her. Different. Strange, even. But not ugly or anything. My tits are every bit as big as hers, so they'll probably look the same on me."

"OK," she said, having considered it. She smiled cheerfully, the decision to submit to the disfigurement was easier than she had expected. She skipped over the possibility that she might not want to do it again and assumed that this would be a regular thing. Continuing to nurse, even if only a piece of machinery, would let her hang onto one of the aspects of motherhood that she had really enjoyed. Having her body altered by the experience seemed a cheap price to pay to prolong the feeling.

"I should warn you," Cathy said, as Andrea knelt on the chair and assumed the same position as she had, leaning over the back of the chair with her breasts hanging freely. "It might hurt a bit at first, having your nipples pulled all out of shape."

"More than having a baby chew on them while teething?" Andrea asked, laughing.

Cathy smiled and stepped back while Dan recorded the same measurements of Andrea that Mandy had of her and then readied the machine for the next cycle. Andrea was ahead of her in this game. She had more experience and Sally had vastly greater capacity. It looked like Cathy had her work cut out for her if she was going to keep up with the rest of the herd.

"So, Bonnie," Cathy asked, as Dan applied the balm to Andrea's nipples, "do you think this is something you'd like to try?"

Bonnie watched with big eyes as her friend's nipples went into the cups and the suction took hold of them. When Andrea gasped at the strength of the vacuum, Bonnie flinched and put both hands over her own small breasts.

"Oh, no, Miss Kelvin! My boobs haven't developed enough for this sort of thing. I'd like to join in, but I just don't have what it takes. If you are looking for volunteers, I know several girls who do. If you like, I'll mention it to them and see if they are interested."

"Thanks, Bonnie! That will be very helpful. Just tell them that we're trying to start a new Club where they can play at being cows on a dairy farm — milkings, inspections, tagging, maybe even branding. Do you think any of your friends are up for that?"

"Branding? Sure. Almost everyone I know has a tattoo now. A few of them have experimented with branding, but just little ones. A real one would be cool."

Cathy was surprised that the one thing she thought might be too over-the-top was something that was already 'no big deal' among the students.

"All right, well, we have also discussed breeding..."

"Really? Like the best cow gets fucked by the bull?"

"Exactly. A reward for the most production. As it happens, we have a bull lined up. But sex with him will have ... lasting consequences."

"Like getting pregnant? A lot of the girls Andrea and I hang out with risk that all the time. That's what happened to Andrea. Her parents wouldn't let her go on the pill and her boyfriend wouldn't wear a condom. What's a girl to do?"

"No, I meant like having your nipples stretched. Only this wouldn't show. You see, the bull we have is really worthy of that description."

"You mean, he has a big cock?"

Cathy giggled, "'Big' is an understatement. His cock is a real monster. Fuck him, and he'll change your life for you."

"Damn! I wish I had the qualifications to join your club. The boys around here all have puny little cocks that just don't do it for a girl, you know? And the way most of them fuck, it's like pounding a tack with a sledgehammer."

Cathy wanted to assure Bonnie that that wasn't entirely true, that she knew a boy who could satisfy any girl with an itch between her legs, but Dan has about to turn the machine on and she wanted to watch Andrea to see if her reaction to being milked was anything like her own.

Cathy needn't have worried. As soon as the pump started, Andrea closed her eyes and started making cooing noises at the feeling of her nipples being pulled into the cups. When the pulsator kicked in, her eyes shot wide open along with her mouth.

"Ohmigawd!" Andrea said. "This feels even better than nursing. That throbbing is just so delicious. Oh, damn! Here it comes. I can feel my milk coming out."

As she spoke, white fluid appeared in the tubes. In a few seconds, it reached the collection bag and joined Cathy's contribution. Dan checked the electronic readout and nodded.

"I'm putting it on Auto," he said. That seems to work as well for humans as it does for cows. You will feel the suction and pulsations adjust to your output. When you have run dry, it will shut off by itself."

Andrea nodded. "I understand," she said. "Let's go. The bell will be ringing in a few minutes."

A tap on the panel and the thrum of the machine began to rise in pitch. Andrea crossed her arms on the chair and rested there, watching the machine work on her. Several times, her expression slipped into one of mindless pleasure and she gave a little shudder as a small orgasm shot through her body.

While this was going on, Mandy returned from washing Andrea's top in the restroom. She had even dried it under the hand-blower and folded it neatly. When she saw Andrea connected to the machine, she smiled.

"Looks like we have another head in the herd," Mandy said.

Andrea looked at Mandy with a goofy grin on her face and nodded. She didn't care if the machine made her nipples a foot long, this felt just too damn good to do once and never again. Also, she had listened to Cathy tell Bonnie about the other benefits the club had to offer. The branding she wasn't too sure about, but the breeding sounded like something she definitely wanted to get in on. She still loved to fuck, and she would graduate and have a job by the time another pregnancy started to slow her down. The experience of having a child at 15 had convinced her that it was better to have all your kids while you were still young and able to bounce back, than to wait until you were older and it ruined your looks.

Andrea thought two kids were about right for a family, so now was the best time for her to put another 'bun in the oven'. If she got pregnant from fucking a guy with a cock that really rocked her world, it was the best she could hope for. She could then spend as long as necessary looking for a good husband and father for her kids.

Andrea didn't last as long on the milker as Cathy had. Her breasts were accustomed to having milk sucked out of them and they were drained very quickly. Andrea enjoyed the experience just much as Cathy had, though.

"That was great!" she gushed as Dan unhooked her and noted the amount of milk she had given. When she was free to sit upright, she looked down at her chest. Her formerly full breasts sagged limply on her ribs. Where they had been round, they now looked flat. She put her hands under them and raised them up to examine her nipples.

Andrea's nipples had suffered the same fate as Cathy's. Where the dark areolas had been slightly larger than quarters with big, thick nipples standing up, now they were long tubes of light pink flesh, ending in rounded tips with small nubs on the ends to show where her original nipples had been. Andrea felt them cautiously, expecting soreness, but her fondling became more aggressive as she realized that they were only slightly tender from their encounter with the milking machine. Andrea closed her eyes and tugged on them, remembering the wonderful feeling of having her milk drawn out.

"Are you OK?" Bonnie asked her.

"Never better," Andrea said, dreamily. "My tits feel light as a feather. And they don't ache anymore. They feel great. I feel great. That was fantastic! Thank you for letting me try it. I definitely want to join the club. When can I come back for another milking?" Andrea seemed positively ecstatic about becoming a member.

"Come back as soon as you feel full again," Mandy said. "Until a better schedule can be worked out, I guess we will be here an hour before and at least an hour after school. If you need to come twice a day, that's great. We'll mark down your production and announce the results on Friday."

As Andrea put on her top, Cathy asked, "Who gave more, Andrea or me?"

"Well, you shouldn't try to be too competitive about this so soon," Mandy said, looking at the log on the clipboard. "We are just getting started and everyone isn't up to speed, yet. But it looks like Andrea beat you by just over three ounces this time."

Cathy briefly looked at Andrea, imagining her sharing the bed with her and Bung. Cathy thought a three-way with her seemed like fun. Then she remembered that Sally Granger had yet to weight in. Sally would probably outdo both of them several times over.

"This is going to be a lot of fun," Andrea said. "Have you thought of a name for the club yet?"

"Unless someone has a better idea," Mandy said, "we're calling it the Dairy Club."

"That's cute! How many members do you think we will have?"

"I have no idea, yet. But it looks like the size of the herd just doubled."

"Probably tripled by the end of the day," Cathy said. "Sally Granger said she would be coming by after school lets out."

"Sally Granger?" Andrea said, with a distasteful note in her voice. "That cow?"

"Exactly," Mandy replied.

Andrea gulped and turned bright red. She had spoken without thinking. 'Cow' was no longer a nasty thing she could say about someone. And as she considered it, Sally was the ideal candidate for membership in the Dairy Club. She knew Sally only from second-hand stories as a fat little butterball of a girl with tits that leaked through her clothes whenever she got excited. Anyone who leaked that spontaneously would be serious competition for the weekly top-producer award.

"Shit!" Andrea said, chagrined at her outburst and afraid that her narrow lead was about to evaporate. "Mooo!" she added as a more appropriate comment on her unfortunate choice of words and an acknowledgement of her own status.

"Moooo, indeed," Cathy agreed. She couldn't bring herself to rebuke Andrea. She suspected that she knew more about Sally than Andrea did, and knew that they both wouldn't be competitive without a great deal of effort.

The first bell rang at that point and everyone scattered to their respective classrooms for the start of the school day. As she glided along the main hallway, Cathy saw Kim and Cerise going down a cross-hallway ahead of her and waved to them over the crush of students. Cerise saw her and waved back, then stopped short as she got a better glimpse of Cathy through the crowd. Cathy saw Kim bump into Cerise and then they were all swept along.

"Explanations are probably overdue," Cathy thought as she arrived at her room. "I wonder if there will be a problem with me being in both Clubs?"

When she tried to sit down in her straight-backed chair, Cathy felt the candle shift inside her. She leaned back immediately in response to the strain.

"Whoa! I'll have to be careful about that," she thought. "This thing is really too big to be comfortable all day. I'll probably have to take it out before long. But I'll hang on as long as I can, even if I have to stand up all the time."

She cautiously changed her posture in the chair and discovered that she could sit upright with a minimum of discomfort if she spread her knees as far apart as the desk would allow and put her feet on the base of the chair, just on top of the casters. This position allowed her to relax her grip on the candle and allow it to slide out of her so that the base rested on the seat of the chair. She scooted the chair up as close to the desk as possible, so her unusual position would not be visible above it. With the pressure eased, she was able to relax out of the 'model-straight' posture she had been forced to adopt.

As she sat and reviewed her class notes for the day, her drooping nipples kept brushing her notebook, and trying to turn the pages for her. This struck her as hilarious and she smiled and almost giggled as she considered taping them up to keep them out of the way.

"That would look really nice," she thought, biting a knuckle to hide her expression from the room filling with students. "Speaking of nice — having the base of the candle sticking out like that feels pretty nice, too. It's really stretching me. That's one of those sensations that I've learned to love. Bung's cock does it to me sooooo good. This feels a lot like that, but he stretches me all the way around, so that I fit his cock like a glove."

This line of thought started the fire of arousal burning in her belly again. Reflexively, she tried to dampen her feelings, but after fighting it unsuccessfully for a bit, she gave in and let it take hold of her. Immediately, her pussy became wet and her nipples stiffened as her body responded to her erotic thoughts.

"Ah, an unexpected bonus," she thought. "My nips aren't dragging on the desktop any more. They're still hanging down, but in more of a semicircle than a parabola."

She watched them carefully as she flexed her pussy muscles around the candle. As they hardened, the arc became less pronounced, but they would never get so stiff that they would stand straight up on the ends of her breasts.

"They're still an obvious indicator of my condition. That will make it even more obvious to even the slowest student that their teacher is one hot heifer. This should keep their attention."

She glanced around her homeroom crowd to see if anyone had noticed a change in her appearance. Several heads ducked back into their books as she looked up. A few more continued to stare until she made eye contact with them. One girl was so transfixed that she never looked away from Cathy's chest.

"Maria 'Juggs' Marindez. That figures. She's never worn a bra to school that I know of. And I'd notice. Everybody would notice. Maria thinks she has the best pair of boobs in the city and she just might be right about that. She has to be at least a 36-EE. Of course she dresses to show them off. She's obviously shortened that crop-top she has on. It barely covers her breasts. It's a wonder she hasn't jumped at the chance to become a Nudist. She's probably pissed at me for attracting more attention than her. Well I'm sorry about that, Juggs. This time, you lose."

When the bell announcing the end of the homeroom period rang, Cathy wasn't all that surprised to see Maria get up and walk to the front of the room. She thought she knew what was on the girl's mind, and she wondered what she would say.

"You know," Maria said, with a shading of superiority in her voice, "that those make you look like a cow."

Cathy thought she might flounce out of the room on that note, but instead she stood smugly, waiting for a response. Cathy wanted to just 'moo' at her, but that would be dropping to Juggs' level and she wouldn't do that.

"Thank you, Maria. As one of the founding members of the Dairy Club, I take that as a compliment."

Whatever reply Maria thought she would get, that wasn't it. She looked puzzled, then turned away as if leaving, but then she turned back, this time with a less belligerent look.

"Dairy Club? I knew you were with the Nudist Club. That's all over school. What's the Dairy Club?"

"Well ... Maria," Cathy almost called her by her nickname, but stopped herself just in time. "Some of the more... 'physically advanced' girls are joining it. Basically, it's a way to explore your body's natural abilities while having a little fun with role-playing and submission. It's pretty radical stuff and definitely not for everyone."

The suggestion that she might not qualify for something involving her most prized natural attributes was completely unacceptable to Maria.

"Really?" She said, her lips drawn into a thin smile. "What kind of role-playing?"

"Being a cow. We're trying to find ways to experience our cowness. You know, being owned, branded, bred. That sort of thing."

"Being slaughtered and eaten?"

"We're not prepared to take it quite that far. However, as the name implies, we do get milked."

"Milked?" Maria was dumfounded, but intrigued.

"Yes. We're milked and our output recorded. The best producer wins a prize." Cathy thought it best not to get into too much detail about the prize in case Maria decided the whole thing was too weird for her.

"You give milk? You lactate?"

"Yes. It can be induced, you know. You don't have to have a baby to do it."

"Oh, sure," Maria tried to sound like this wasn't new information to her. "I knew that. My Aunt Maizie was a wet-nurse for awhile. She always said it was hard work nursing children."

"It probably is. But we use a machine, like real dairies do. It's really a wonderful feeling — being milked. But you wouldn't know about that."

"I ... I ... No." Maria admitted. "So, this ... is from the machine?"

"Yes. It's a real milking machine, used on real cows. So the cups are shaped for cow teats. Your nipples go in a girl's and come out..." Cathy shrugged, as if it were of no consequence. The movement made her breasts shake and her teats wag. Maria was interested, so Cathy made her dig for the information. Her questions might tell her how to recruit more members for Mandy's herd.

"Oh. Sure. What happens to the milk?"

"A very good question," Cathy thought. "And one that hasn't been decided yet. And may not be until I tell Mandy about Mr. Park's offer."

"That's up to the farmer who 'owns' us. It won't be wasted, though. I'm sure it will be put to good use," Cathy said, and then thought to herself, "Even if that 'good use' is as cream in someone's coffee, simply because they could afford the most expensive milk available. Mr. Park implied that the milk would go to children, but Mr. Park, by his own admission, was a shrewd businessman who would ship kimchee to Korea if he could get the right price for it." The thought of her milk being used as creamer by some connoisseur wasn't the turn-off she expected. It actually made her feel proud to think that her breast milk might be a highly-prized and rare delicacy, like truffles or saffron or Beluga caviar.

"This is getting more interesting all the time," she thought. "I need to talk to Mandy about this. I wonder if she's considered the distribution side of things."

"You said, 'owned'. Who owns us?"

"Mandy Stevens. She teaches Home Economics."

"Ah!" A light went on for Maria. Her expression became a knowing one. She nodded at Cathy. "I see. Yes. Well ... how do I join this club?"

Cathy was sure that if Maria knew about Mandy's kinks she would bolt after finding out that Mandy was involved. Her reaction said that Mandy's hobby wasn't a big secret after all. But was her decision to join in spite of this, or because of it? The answer to that could be very interesting.

Cathy smiled and held out her hand, "You just did. Welcome to the Dairy Club. We meet every afternoon right after school in Mr. Kelly's classroom down in the Vocational building. We get milked and measured then. And those of us who need it also come in the morning before school. Don't worry if you can't contribute right away. Sometimes it takes a while to get going. I'm sure your Aunt can give you some suggestions about that."

"I'm sure. And don't worry about my not being able to contribute." Maria looked around to make sure no one was in the room before pulling up her top and showing Cathy her breasts. Her nipples were tied off with the same type of small elastic band that Cathy wore around the base of her clit. The constriction made Maria's nipples stand out like pencil erasers on a pair of ripe melons. The skin of her large breasts was taut and shot with faint blue veins. "These are all natural. But to get them to this size I had to resort to some natural enhancement. You see, Aunt Maizee taught me how to lactate as soon as I started getting my period. She said it was something every girl should know."

"That must hurt," Cathy observed, "trapping the milk in them like that."

"Not that much, once you get used to it. But it does make me kind of bitchy sometimes, if I let it go too long. The problem is, it's just too tempting to clench my teeth and let them keep getting bigger. If you want to know the truth, I've been looking for an excuse to drop a few cup sizes, but I couldn't think of a way to do it without a good explanation. This club is the answer to my prayers. I'll see you after school."

After Maria left, Cathy sat idly tapping her pencil against her right teat. "I still don't know how she feels about Mandy," she thought. "But that's three members and it's not even lunchtime yet. I wonder if Kim, Cerise, and Tammy are having the same luck recruiting for the Nudist Club?"

If anything, the founding members of the Nudist Club were wondering if their luck was good or bad. They had been overwhelmed by interested students who seemed to want to know everything. But it seemed that every other question was about Cathy Kelvin and not the club. By lunchtime, the questions were mostly about Cathy, and what had happened to her nipples. The rest were about the show she put on in class.

The three girls didn't dare go near the lunchroom for fear of being mobbed. Instead, they grabbed snacks from a vending machine and hid out in the Chemistry Lab, where they sat on the tall stools next to a stained workbench and ate.

"Stinks in here," Tammy observed.

"Would you rather go back to the lunchroom?" Cerise asked.

"No thanks. I need a break. Still stinks, though. So what the heck is up with Miss Kelvin?"

"Not you, too!" Kim wailed. "We tried to catch her yesterday afternoon before she went home, but she'd already left, remember. None of us has seen her to ask her anything."

"I saw her in the hall," Cerise reminded her. "She waved at us. But we had to run to class."

"Were those things as long as they say?" Kim asked. She had missed seeing Cathy herself and had only the second-hand descriptions of her teats to go by; descriptions that grew more vivid with each telling.

"Yep. Pretty long," Cerise allowed. She spread her fingers and held up her hands to her own breasts to illustrate the relative size of Cathy's teats.

"Whoa! That's disgusting!" Tammy said.

"I'm not so sure about that," Cerise said. "Different, yes. But they were kind of cute, you know? I wonder what I'd look like with them?" She pulled her nipples out and down as far as they would stretch to try to simulate what she had seen.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Kim asked, trying it for herself. It hurt at first, but the longer she pulled on them, the better it felt. She let go and noted that they quickly snapped back, but not all the way to their original shape.

"Sort of," Cerise said. "But it's a good kind of hurt. I can see how you might want to do it enough to make them longer, but it would take a lot to get them as long as Cathy's. She must have done something else to them."

"I heard someone say she put them in a milking machine," Tammy informed them. "Like you milk cows with. That's what they said, anyway." She sounded dubious of the whole idea.

Kim and Cerise said nothing in reply. They were too busy imagining what it would feel like to have a machine suck their nipples into teats. Their marginally-longer nipples became hard little points as they pondered this. Kim twisted hers between her thumb and forefinger and pulled them out again. Her expression of pain softened to one of excitement as the pain became heat and the heat spread to her groin.

Cerise watched Kim while pulling on her own nips. An idea came to her, but she was reluctant to suggest it.

"Kim?" She said, hesitantly. "Would you like to see what it's like to have them sucked? I mean hard. Really hard?"

Kim understood what Cerise was suggesting with no additional hints. She grinned and leaned over toward Cerise with her shoulders back, offering her young breasts to her friend.

Cerise carefully took one of Kim's nipples into her mouth. She licked it all over to get it wet and then began to suck on it, drawing it deeper into her mouth. She was careful not to be too rough for fear of hurting her friend.

Kim moaned and pressed her breast into Cerise's mouth. Encouraged, Cerise sucked even harder, caving in her cheeks and tonguing Kim's nipple. She was thinking about sucking harder still when she felt Tammy's shoulder rub against hers as she applied her mouth to Kim's other nipple.

"Aaaaaah!" Kim moaned as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her hair cascading down her tan back. This was far from the torture she had imagined. This was something she liked — a lot!

Kim's reaction goaded Cerise and Tammy into an all-out assault on Kim's nipples. They sucked and pulled with their tongues and their lips as hard as they could, pulling and stretching all the stiffness out of Kim's nipples. Their own breasts grew taut and the tips crinkled into tight disks. Even Tammy's large areolas shrank almost to the size of quarters as she took out her oral cravings on Kim's nipples. Shortly, the large room was full of the sounds of three girls moaning with pleasure given and received.

Under the attentions of her friends, Kim felt her nipples pulled out to their limit and beyond. Each time one girl would suck hard, she felt her flesh expand further. With each expansion, the pleasurable feeling seemed to intensify until she was rocked by a series of small orgasms. When it got so good that she started to slip off her stool, she called a halt.

"Stop! Please, stop!" Her friends reluctantly complied and Kim covered her nipples with her palms. "That was almost too good," she said, huskily. When her breathing slowed, she took her hands away and they all examined the results of their efforts.

Kim's areolas were easily twice their original size. They had been puffy and pink before, now they were hugely swollen and stuck out like ripe plums. Her nipples had been at least doubled in size and swayed fatly at the ends of her breasts.

"Whew!" Kim said. "That was intense. I can sure see how the suction from a machine could make you so crazy that you never want to stop. Do that long enough and your nipples will just stretch right out."

"Was it really good?" Cerise asked. She and Tammy were both very turned-on by now and each had a hand between her legs, stroking their little clits into hard peaks.

"Oh, yes!" Kim assured them. "It was really good. You did great. But you're driving me crazy and this is not a good place to be doing this. We might get caught."

"Promise me you'll do me later," Cerise pleaded, the urgency in her voice matching the urgency she was feeling between her legs. "But I want someone to suck my clitty too. It wants to get in on the action."

"Oooo. Me too," Tammy agreed. "Let's go over to my house after school. Mom will be out all afternoon and we'll have the place to ourselves."

All three nodded at the suggestion. Then Tammy and Cerise reluctantly took their hands away from their wet slits and tried to calm down.

"OK," Kim said. "We know why Cathy doesn't mind her nipples hanging down to her knees. Dang, that sounds so hot! I never realized how good it felt to play with them like that." As she spoke, she rubbed her fingers over her red, swollen, and much larger nipples. She yanked her hands away as soon as she realized what she was doing.

"You better watch that," Tammy laughed. "You might forget and do it in class."

"Well, that doesn't sound as horrible as it used to," Kim said. "I feel like I want to show them off to everyone." Her breath quickened and her hands fluttered toward her breasts. Again, she fought down the urge. "The bigger they are, the better they feel and the more intense the feeling is. If hers are as long as you say, they must feel fantastic to play with. Yes. I think I understand Cathy better now. She found something that made her feel really, really good, and she's not at all embarrassed about everyone knowing it. I understand." Her voice became dreamy and distant as she imagined how far she might go if she found something that made her feel better than she had ever felt before, even if the price was looking unusual or even odd. In that light, she saw that Cathy's teats were a source of pride, not of embarrassment.

"Yes," she said, "I'd want to show them off, too. I would want everyone to see them and know that I had been willing to go that far, farther than most girls could imagine! After all, not many girls would be willing to do that to themselves. Those who did would be special and they wouldn't mind anyone knowing that they were among the few who were able to enjoy something so radical. It's like a tattoo or a piercing, or some other rite of passage. I read in a library book on Sociology how in some cultures boys aren't circumcised until they reach puberty. They have it done in a ritual that is supposed to turn them into men. That must be like having the hood cut off of your clit."

Their hands went protectively to their pussies. All three imagined the ritual being performed on them and winced. Cerise rubbed her mound and spread her lips with her fingers. She pinched both sides of the fold of skin covering her clit and folded it back, revealing her small pink nub. At first it looked very small and exposed, but then blood began to fill it and it started to grow larger and redder, until its color matched the dark red thatch of hair above it.

Cerise pulled harder on her clitoral hood, stretching the skin until her stiffening clit rode up on her pubic bone. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "I can feel the air from the vent blowing on it. It's wonderful! I can see how excited it would make you, just walking around with it like this all the time. This must be why boys are so horny all the time. I'd be thinking about sex all day, too!" She put her finger into her mouth to get it wet and she leaned back against the lab table while she stroked her throbbing clit with the saliva-coated finger.

Kim and Tammy silently watched her play with herself. Their breathing became shallow and quick as they became more turned on by Cerise's exhibitionism.

"Mmmmm, yes," Cerise moaned as she rubbed her clit with one hand while pulling her hood out of the way with the other. She was close to the point of no return. Reluctantly, she stopped rubbing and tried to roll the fold of skin back to make it look like it was gone. "I wonder if Mom would freak too bad if I got my hood cut off," she said. "I think there is a tattoo place over on Second Avenue does this sort of thing on the side."

Kim and Tammy were fairly certain Cerise was just kidding. Even so, the idea of having a permanently-naked clit resonated deeply in each girl. Kim fought off the urge to fantasize about it and tried to focus on the point of the conversation.

"Cathy has just taken being naked to the next level," she said. "She has looked deep inside herself and found the animal that lives within her. She's getting in touch with a part of herself that most of us pretend isn't there," Kim concluded in an authoritative tone.

"So deep inside herself, Cathy is a cow?" Tammy asked. She was having a hard time getting this idea.

"Not exactly a cow," Cerise explained, putting her hands behind her to keep them away from her pussy. "Cow-ness. Not a cud-chewing, dumb as a post, pooping in the pasture cow; but the submissive, herd-following, part of her personality. We all know about the urge to go along with the herd."

"Oh," Tammy nodded. "What about the milk, then?"

"It demonstrates your complete submission to the farmer," Kim said, following Cerise's train of thought. "You let them take the product of your body and sell it. It's a symbol of the submissive/dominant relationship." She paused to think about it. She was surprised at the depth of her intuition about Cathy, yet everything she had said seemed to fit what they had heard people say.

"Plus, I bet it feels really good when they pump it out of you," Tammy said. "You looked like you were in seventh heaven a minute ago."

"There's that, too," Kim agreed. She glanced down at her nipples. They were still very large and red. When she thought about Cerise and Tammy sucking on them, they felt hot and tingly. She thought about putting them into a machine that would suck many times harder than her friends had, and the picture in her head made her whole body flash with an intense wave of erotic heat. "I can see how that would be something you would just have to try," she thought. She tried to put the image out of her mind, but it kept coming back. "I wonder if I'm old enough to give milk?" she thought. "I suppose I am. I wonder ... oh stop that!" She had started pulling on her nipples again. She blushed and put her hands behind her back as she had seen Cerise do, locking her fingers together to keep them there.

She looked at Tammy and Cerise, who were staring at her breasts. Their own nipples were tight and they were breathing through their mouths.

"Let's get together after school and talk about this some more," Kim suggested.

"Yeah," Cerise agreed. "Tammy's house sounds good. We can go over there right after we talk to Miss Kelvin."

Tammy just nodded. She was thinking about all the fun she had with her friends the day Colleen visited. She remembered Cerise licking her pussy and how great if felt and how she came so hard. Until that day, her friends had just been girls she hung out with. She had never thought of them as sex partners. While she never actually had sex with anyone until then, she had always assumed that she would meet some boy that she would be really attracted to and they would get it on. The furthest she had gone with a boy was to let him put his hands in her panties and slip a finger into her wet pussy. She had cum on a couple of those occasions, but nothing like she had with Cerise's tongue licking her clit. That had been the best climax she had ever had in her young life and it had been with a girl, not a boy.

"I never realized how really hot my friends are," she thought. "Cerise is cute as a bug. Those freckles make her look adorable. And Kim is just outright gorgeous. She looked good with her clothes on, but without them, she's incredible. I've been missing a lot of great opportunities here. Sex with them is fantastic! And it takes all the fear out of it, too. With Kim and Cerise, there is no way I could get pregnant, and I don't have to worry about getting hurt like I would if I were dating some clumsy boy. The best thing is, girls already know what feels good to another girl."

Tammy snapped back to the present and smiled warmly at her friends. She put her arm around Cerise's waist and pulled her closer, until their naked thighs were touching and the curls of their pubic hair intermingled. With both sets of hard nipples rubbing together, she said, "I'm really looking forward to later."

Cerise put her hands behind Tammy and cupped her pert bottom. She squeezed her cheeks and pinched, making Tammy squeak and press closer to her. "Yeah, me too," she said. "I hope you remember some of the stuff that Jeff taught us. This time, I want you to try it on me."

"I have a few ideas of my own I'd like to try as well," Tammy replied, rolling her butt slowly under Cerise's hands. Their touch was making her hotter and she could feel Cerise's heat mingling with her own. She leaned closer to Cerise, until their noses slid past each other and their lips brushed. Tammy felt Cerise's lips part at the contact. Her warm breath seemed intoxicating and Tammy opened her own mouth and slid her tongue between her lips. She was thrilled when she felt the tip of it touch the hot wetness of Cerise's tongue in return. She hesitated for a moment, unsure how to proceed. This was very exciting, but also very new.

"Save it for later, guys" Kim said, just as things looked like they might get totally out of hand. She hated to throw a wet blanket on this scene, but someone had to, or it could turn into an orgy with no encouragement whatever. "We've got to go back out there and tell people that Miss Kelvin is doing these things because she's gotten in touch with her inner self. We need to present this in a positive light."

"Yeah, and her inner self is a farm animal with kinky sexual tastes," Cerise cracked. She let go of Tammy, but not without giving her rigid nipple a tweak in parting.

Kim didn't respond to that. She acknowledged that she had her own kinky tastes to account for, and she too was looking forward to exploring some of them with Cerise and Tammy later.

As the three girls left the lab, Tammy and Cerise were holding hands. Something they would never have done before, because they thought it might have made them look like lezzies. Now, they were much less self-conscious about their feelings and it seemed unimportant what other people thought.

By her example, Miss Kelvin had shown them that learning about your inner self meant going beyond nudity — beyond the self-awareness they had achieved by revealing their bodies to others. It meant exploring beneath your skin as well, trying things you had never considered doing before because they involved feelings that you had suppressed or denied. Once you had come-out of yourself and shucked off your old self-image, things that before had seemed radical or extreme before were now intriguing and new. All three girls had taken the next step in their development. In stepping out of their clothes, they had stripped away the symbols of repression. Now, they were stripping away the sexual inhibitions that went along with those symbols, preparing themselves to explore the virgin territory that was their own sexuality. From their perspective, this region was free, unbounded, and very exciting. They were not yet aware that parts of it could be very dark as well.


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Posted:  2008-08-22
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