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                                  Mandy
                             by Samantha K.

Copyright© 2008 by Samantha K.


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Description: The Extracurricular Activities Series continues into a third story. This one picks up where "Cathy" left off and follows Cathy and Mandy as they explore the outer limits of sexuality.

Codes: MF FF cons D/S orgy oral anal fist beast size mod nud
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It was after school ended for the day that Kim, Tammy, and Cerise finally managed to catch up to Miss Kelvin. They were walking between buildings along a covered walkway when Kim spotted Cathy leaving her classroom building by a side door and heading toward the Vocational Building down the hill. The three girls broke into a sprint to try to catch up to her.

"Miss Kelvin, wait!" Tammy called.

"Cathy!" Kim shouted.

Cathy stopped and waited for the three energetic girls to reach her. As they raced up to her without slowing, she prepared to skip to one side in case they didn't stop in time and ran into her. Her caution was ill-founded. Instead of colliding with her, they all threw their arms around her in a group hug.

Cathy was startled, but she yielded to their enthusiastic affection and hugged back as best she could. It reminded her of the time her mother had taken her to visit a friend who raised dogs as a hobby. She had gotten to play with a litter of puppies that were only a few weeks old and the almost overwhelming onslaught of affection felt very much the same. In this case, however, the sensation of being covered in naked girl-flesh gave the experience a very different flavor. She remembered that the puppies had toppled her to the ground and licked every inch of her exposed skin with their warm, wet tongues. 'Puppy-kisses' her mother had called it. The idea of Kim, Cerise and Tammy doing the same sent a thrill through her and made the sensual warmth of skin-on-skin contact an erotic delight.

"Well, hello to you too!" Cathy said, still entwined in a multi-armed embrace. "How have you three been getting on? You seem pretty excited."

Cathy was having trouble shaking her spontaneous fantasy in response to the sudden affection and it was feeding her already-heightened libido. When the hug had run its course, she kept her arms companionably around Tammy and Cerise so she could prolong the experience as much as possible. The girls didn't seem to mind, they both cuddled back against her and each put an arm around her waist. While they talked, Cerise also idly stroked her left side, maddeningly close to her breast. Cathy wanted her to either quit or to move closer to the erogenous zone that she was innocently avoiding, but was afraid she might choose to quit.

"We're good," Kim said, as the 'official' spokeswoman. "But it's you that's been causing all the excitement. We've been getting the third-degree from people all day about you and what you've been doing. I'm glad we finally caught up with you so we can get the scoop first-hand."

Kim had started off looking Cathy in the eye, but as she spoke, her gaze was drawn lower and lower until she was staring right at the two long teats that had been Cathy's perky pink nipples not that long ago.

"I see that the stories haven't been exaggerated too much," Kim said. "Those are incredible! Did it hurt to get them ... like that?"

Cathy pulled her shoulders back to show off her enhancements. "I confess," she said. "It did hurt some; but only at first. And it was worth it. They're soooo sensitive now you wouldn't believe it. I swear, I could probably walk around blindfolded and not bump into anything! I can feel the heat from your body, just standing there."

"They're so ... long." Cerise said, indelicately. "Did the milking machine do that to them?"

"Oh, you know about that already? Word gets around pretty fast in a small school like this. Yes, in addition to being the Advisor to the Nudist Club, I'm also a founding member of the Dairy Club. And I'm taking an active part in both. I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh, no! Freedom of choice is kind of fundamental to being naked," Kim giggled. "You're just leading the way in making your own choice of lifestyle. At least, that's what I've been telling people when they ask..." She trailed off, unsure how to report the most common question.

"When they ask if I've lost my mind?" Cathy said, smiling. "Maybe I have. And maybe it's good riddance. I've been through a lot of changes lately. I'm not the same person I used to be, on almost any level. I'm a totally new person and it's wonderful to be free to be the 'real me'. These..." she shook her shoulders to waggled her teats " ... are just the tips of the iceberg, if you will excuse the pun. The biggest change has been in my sex life. I have one now, and it's opened my eyes to a whole new world of experiences that I never knew existed and things I have discovered about myself that I never suspected. You could also say I found someone who made me a real woman. Or rather, he found me. But that's a long story. There are other changes, too, that I'd like to tell you about, and show you - but not out here. Come with me down to the Vocational Building where we can have some privacy and I'll tell you the story of the girl who fell for the man who raped her."

While they strolled along, Cathy recounted everything that had happened to her since her fateful walk home in the dark. She tried not to put too much excitement into telling it, but when she got to the part about how Bung's cock had changed her whole perspective on life and her sexuality, the memory of her sexual awakening was so strong that she couldn't help but put all the drama into it that she could manage. When she described what an awesome experience it was to feel so completely filled that you couldn't stop cumming, she had to stop and lean on them while she physically relived it by having a climax.

By the time they reached the bottom of the hill and were going through the door to the concrete-block building, Cathy had her audience almost as excited as she felt while reliving her experiences.

"Anyway," she finished, "I finally had to take that candle out. It was just too much. The darn thing kept my posture so straight that I was walking around on my toes."

"Oh, wow!" Tammy said; her eyes as big as coasters. "What did you do with it?"

"After third period, I waited until everyone had shuffled out and I spent five minutes working on getting it out of me. I sat it on the shelf by the door, next to the globe I have no use for, but which the school board insisted on providing. I think I'd better go back to using smaller things as pussy-pacifiers," Cathy laughed.

"I thought I was being really bold by using one of those little pocket flashlights," Cerise confided. "It has nice ridges on it that feel really good when I put it inside me."

"That's one I didn't think of," Cathy said. "But I'll need a full-size version. I think I'll get a waterproof one and leave it turned on. I'll turn it on and it will turn me on!"

"And you'll always be able to find your way in the dark!" Kim laughed. She looked like there was something she wanted to ask, but she hesitated.

Cathy saw her expression and thought she knew the question already. "Come on, what is it?" She prompted.

"Well," Kim said, "I was wondering if I could - you know - have a peek at your pussy. I didn't think yours was that much bigger than mine."

"It probably wasn't - before. Now ... here, come in here."

Cathy led them into an empty room. It looked like a workshop or a lab, with large, sturdy tables regularly-spaced across the floor and tall cabinets against the walls. Cathy stepped on the bottom rung of a stool and hoisted her butt onto the top of one of the tables. She scooted up to the very edge before leaning back and opening her legs to show off her slit. Everything appeared normal until Cathy tugged her labia apart to reveal the yawning chasm that repeated couplings with Bung had made of her vagina.

"Oh, wow!" Tammy said, staring in amazement. "You're really big! Oh, I'm sorry. Was that rude to say?"

"No, honey," Cathy laughed. "It's perfectly true. Dear Bung has reamed me out to fit his marvelous cock. Like I told you, I try to keep it stretched so he won't have to work to get it all inside me. It took a lot of effort for me to be able to take all his cock and I'm very proud of my accomplishment."

Kim thought that Cathy certainly looked proud, the way she was holding her legs apart to give them a good look at her gaping hole. It did look big enough to hold whatever toy she wanted to stick into it. And her labia were still glistening with her juice from her orgasm. Kim was fascinated by how much Cathy's pussy had been stretched. She had gotten a good look at it when she enticed Cathy into showing it to Jeff and it had certainly been a lot smaller then.

"So it's true," Kim thought. "They do stretch to fit. And she has to work to keep it that way for her lover, so it's not really permanent. Women have sex after having children after all. Even Mom and Dad..." Kim brought herself up short at the image in her mind of what her parents had been doing in the bedroom to make their bed squeak so loudly. Her first reaction was to think of it as disgusting, but then she thought, "Well, they ARE entitled to have sex if they want to. After all, if they hadn't, I wouldn't be here." That reminded her that her mother had given birth twice and her Dad still enjoyed sex with her often enough for her and Jeff to accept the squeaking bed as routine.

"Penny for your thoughts, Kim?" Cathy asked.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that my brother isn't quite the hard-luck case we imagined him to be. He just needs to find girls who are patient and willing to work at taking his cock. Apparently all that's required is commitment."

"That's certainly true," Cathy said. "And it can be an awful lot of fun getting to the point where that last inch slides home and you feel utterly joined together." She started to lower her legs, but Cerise had leaned over to watch the drops of natural lubricant run down the folds of her pussy and across the wrinkled flower of her anus to drip onto the rough wooden table.

Cathy's brief orgasm had left her still very aroused, and showing off to three lovely girls whose hot breath was blowing deliciously across her hardening clit was making the juice flow copiously from her hot pussy. Lately, getting wet was no longer the warm slippery sensation that made her panties damp, now when she got wet, the slick fluid practically poured out of her.

Cathy held very still as Cerise's face grew ever closer to her pussy. The girl had been teasing her, intentionally or not, and she thought if she held still enough, she could lure Cerise into coming close enough.

Her wish came true when the redheaded girl suddenly closed the gap and ran her tongue up Cathy's wide slit. Cerise lapped at the fragrant juice like a cat, scooping up a tongue-full of her fluids before swallowing thirstily.

Cathy's eyes rolled back and she moaned at the sensation. It had felt fabulous and she grabbed her ankles and assumed what was becoming a familiar position for her. She flexed her abdominal muscles and tilted her hips in clear invitation for more.

Cerise didn't know what made her do that. It was just too tempting an opportunity to pass up. She just had to know what Cathy tasted like. Now that she did, she wanted more. She opened her mouth wide and planted her lips on Cathy's labia, sweeping her tongue again and again through the dripping pink gash. He cute little nose bumped into Cathy's clit on every upstroke, making Cathy flinch and writhe on the table.

Encouraged by Cathy's obviously delighted reaction, Cerise licked harder, faster, and deeper; slaking her lewd thirst with the sweet nectar that seemed to pour out of Cathy. She pushed her face so deeply into Cathy's pussy that it looked like her whole head might disappear. She licked at Cathy so voraciously that she smeared frothy pussy juice all over her face. Her efforts were rewarded with deeper and louder moans from Cathy, who was having a hard time stifling a scream of passion as her pussy was being devoured by the teen.

It was Tammy who was alert enough to go shut the stout door so that the noises Cathy made would be muffled. Kim was transfixed by the sight of her friend with her head buried in Cathy's pussy, lapping away like a starving cat at a bowl of cream.

Cathy's movements became suddenly more vigorous, and Cerise lifted her head to take a look up Cathy's torso. When she did, she saw Cathy's clit, waving stiffly in front of her nose like a small cherry on top of a sundae. Without hesitation, she planted her lips on the fat nub and started to suck on it.

Cathy clamped her legs onto Cerise's head and arched her back so violently that she threw her body straight up off the table, almost as if she had levitated. Kim and Tammy had to grab her before she threw herself off the table and hit the concrete floor.

They struggled like this for some time before Kim realized what was going on and said, "Cerise! Stop! Quit! Let go!"

"Hunh?" Cerise said, her mouth coming off Cathy's clit with a sucking sound. Her head was still trapped between Cathy's convulsing thighs, but with the stimulus removed, Cathy's thrashing slowed quickly to a stop and her legs dropped limply to hang over the edge of the table. Cerise lifted her badly-squeezed head and shook it.

"Whoa!" she said. She looked down at Cathy, who was lying limply on her back, her eyes unfocussed and rolling around, her body twitching, and a beatific smile on her face from the series of intense climaxes she had been through. "Did I do that?" she asked no one in particular.

"Girl, we are going to my house later and you are going to do the same thing to me!" Tammy said, emphatically. She had never seen anyone cum so hard and she hadn't imagined that it could be so intense, but she knew this was something she had to try for herself. Tammy looked at Cerise as if she were accusing her friend of holding out on her. She wondered how soon she would be able to talk Cerise into a sleep-over like they had done the previous month. Only this time they wouldn't waste all night staying up and gossiping about their schoolmates. To Tammy, a lot of the time she had spent hanging with Cerise in the past was beginning to look like wasted opportunities.

She ran over to a sink against the far wall and grabbed a bunch of paper towels from the dispenser on the wall. She dampened a few under the faucet and when she came back she tenderly wiped the whitish cream from Cerise's face and then blotted it dry. When Cerise was taken care of, she courteously attended to Cathy, who had to be helped to a sitting position with the remaining towels folded between her legs.

"Oh, honey!" Cathy managed to say. "You have a true skill there. I feel like I've been run through a wringer!"

Cerise smiled shyly at the praise. She hadn't done anything except give in to an urge and then allow herself to enjoy it so much that she got carried away. Now that she stopped to think about it, she had been using some of the same technique as Jeff had used on them, just without the teasing.

"Doing it to someone else is a lot of fun, too," she thought. She looked at Tammy and imagined her friend on her back with the corner of a pillow between her teeth, trying not to scream with pleasure while she did the same thing to her as she had just done to Cathy. She smiled devilishly at the thought and saw Tammy shiver with excitement as though she could read her mind. The two girls giggled at their shared intentions and gave each other a brief hug as a promise of things to come. The hug eased into a loose clinch as both sought to keep the physical contact. Tammy seemed to have trouble keeping her hands still. They kept gliding across Cerise's creamy skin, touching her in a sensitive place and then moving on to a different spot to stroke again.

Cerise held very still for this treatment, her arm behind Tammy's back in an unnecessary embrace. She was enjoying being explored by someone who knew just where to put her fingers and what kind of touch felt good there. The boys she had dated had been so clumsy and rough that it was hard to relax with them, but she knew she could trust Tammy completely, so she was willing to surrender to her handling without reservation.

The two girls were so wrapped up in each other that it was left to Kim to help Cathy climb down off the workbench. Cathy's legs wobbled at first, and Kim held her arm until she was steady enough to stand by herself.

"That was wonderful," Cathy told Cerise. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Cerise turned her head toward Cathy to reply while Tammy continued to caress her. She emphasized the word 'my' and the note of sincerity in her voice was clear as crystal.

"Would you like to come watch the milking?" Cathy asked. "You are all too young to join the club, but you can come meet the members. Then you will understand better what it's all about."

"Sure, we'd love to!" Kim said, speaking for them all, since Cerise and Tammy were too preoccupied with each other to answer. They each managed to nod their agreement.

As Kim opened the door, Cerise and Tammy reluctantly drew out of their intimate embrace, but continued to hold hands so they could be sure of staying within easy reach of each other as all four walked down the hall to Dan Kelly's classroom. They arrived at the same time as Sally Granger, who had come in through the door to the parking lot.

Sally wore canvas shoes and a denim dress that was cut so full in the front that it might have been purchased from the Maternity section of McCaverty's Department Store. The three teens, not being aware of Sally's history, only knew her as a rather chubby upperclassman.

"Hi, Sally," Cathy said. "I'm glad you could make it."

"After the other day? I wouldn't miss this for the world!" Sally said cheerfully. "I assume these are the other members of the Nudist Club? I mean, who else could they be, right? The uniform is rather distinctive. Let's see, I recognize Kim from the Cheerleading tryouts, and you two must be Cerise and Tammy, but I'm afraid I don't know which is which."

"This is Cerise and this is Tammy," Kim said, pointing to each girl in turn. "You really remember the tryouts? Since I wasn't picked, I'm surprised you remember me."

"Well, you were hard to forget. As I recall, you tried to get an edge on the competition by wearing a tight top and going braless."

Kim blushed at the mention of the incident. "Yes, well ... that wasn't one of my brightest ideas. It was a spur of the moment thing and, in hindsight, a really dumb thing to do. I figured that out when they had us go through some cheers and I jiggled all over the place. It must have been very funny to watch. I had to keep grabbing my breasts to keep them under my top."

"Actually, I wasn't laughing. I was pulling for you, and when I saw your predicament, I really felt empathized with you. I guess it's because I've been in so many similar situations myself."

Kim didn't completely understand what Sally meant, but after hearing that Sally had been on her side and had sympathized with her during an embarrassing situation, she couldn't bring herself to press for details. Sally seemed like a friend she wasn't aware she had and Kim didn't want to get off on the wrong foot, so she decided to wait and see if Sally would volunteer an explanation. When the pause looked like it would drag on, she picked up her end of the conversation.

"So, you're joining the Dairy Club? Cathy just invited us to come in and watch. I hope you don't mind."

"I wish you would. I'll feel more comfortable with the three of you there. I always feel more relaxed in a group. I guess that's the herd mentality showing through."

Sally reached out and Kim took her hand. It was cold and clammy, Kim noticed. Despite her cheerful demeanor, Sally was nervous and asking for support and a friend. Kim could hardly refuse.

"I know what you mean," Kim said, drawing Sally closer to her. "I always feel better with friends around. We'll stay with you."

Sally smiled at the implication that she was one of that group. She smiled even more when Cerise reached out and took Sally's other hand.

"Thanks! I feel better already. But I'm also feeling a bit overdressed here. Would you mind if I got naked, too?"

"Not at all. The more the merrier. Here, let me help you."

Kim reached up and took hold of the metal ring at the top of the zipper that ran the length of Sally's denim dress. She gave a tug and slid it all the way to the bottom. Sally shrugged and the dress fell open and slid off her shoulders. Underneath, she wore nothing at all. For the first time the three girls saw that Sally's breasts were so large that each one was the size of a small watermelon and they hung down in a graceful arch from her chest all the way to her slim waist where they lay against her flat stomach.

"Oh, my!" Tammy said.

"Holy moly!" Cerise said.

"Oh, wow!" Kim said. "Sally, we had no idea. All this time I thought ... I mean ... you ... those are ... really, really big!" Kim clapped her hand over her mouth and blushed. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that. But it was such a shock. And those are without a doubt the biggest boobs I have ever seen! But why have you been hiding them under those baggy dresses?"

"You don't think they're too big?" Sally asked. She had been prepared for the surprised looks and the shocked reactions, but she thought they would understand why she kept her outsized breasts camouflaged.

"Sally, there is big and then there is 'quantity has a quality all its own'," Kim said sincerely. "Those are truly impressive. They should be seen and appreciated, not hidden."

Tammy and Cerise were still speechless, but both nodded in agreement at Kim's suggestion. Tammy even let go of Cerise's hand to reach out and stroke Sally's breast.

When Sally didn't object, Cerise put her hand on the other breast and felt how full and round it was. "They're a very nice shape, for their size," Cerise said. "I thought when they got this big they would just hang flat like sacks."

"They've always been firm," Sally said. "Before they got so big, I never needed a bra, even when they got up to an E-cup. Now, though..." She shrugged her shoulders, an act which took obvious effort since it raised her breasts a couple of inches. " ... they're off the chart and nobody makes a bra big enough. I've given up looking and having one made to order is just too expensive."

"Aren't they heavy?" Cerise asked. She put her hands under one and tried to heft it. Despite the firmness, her hands disappeared under all the flesh. "Unh!" she said. "How do you stand upright?"

"Exercise," Sally said. "I do lots of special exercises. Check out my back." She let the dress slip into one hand and folded it as she turned to show off her back. The broad mass of bunched and corded muscles looked like she had been training to be a weightlifter, which she had been forced to be. Her back tapered sharply to her butt, which was a pair of rock-hard gluteus maximii. Even her legs looked like flesh over carved marble - beautifully shaped, but muscular.

"Ooooooo!" Cerise said. "Girl, your back is almost as impressive as your front! Sally, you realize people think you're fat? When you are anything but?"

Cathy had missed seeing Sally's back development in the store. She ran her fingers over the hard bands of muscle in wonder at the effort it must have taken to build this on a frame as petite as Sally's.

"It seemed better to let them think that," Sally said. "But you're starting to make me wonder if that was the right thing to do after all. You really don't think they look terrible? I've been kind of ashamed of them since they got so big."

"Noooooo!" Tammy said. "True, they are a lot bigger than anyone else's. They are kind of out of proportion, but then, so is my Barbie doll. Nobody's perfect."

"And you carry them so well," Kim said. "I think you'd want to be known as the girl with the killer body and the fantastic tits than just another chubby girl in a baggy dress. If the five of us walked down the street together, nobody would be looking at me or Cerise, or Tammy, or even Cathy. They'd all be looking at you."

"Yes, but what would they be thinking?"

"Oh, who cares what other people think?" Tammy said. "What matters is what you think. You have to be who you are. You need to find who that person is and make friends with her. You can't live your life fooling others about who you are. You'll only end up lying to yourself. That's something I've learned from going naked. It's opened my eyes to so many great things I had been missing before." She glanced at Cerise briefly. Cerise smiled back, coyly.

Cerise had gone back to fondling Sally's breasts. She seemed fascinated with them and especially the broad areolas that crinkled when she touched them. She put her palms over Sally's nipples to feel her skin react to her touch.

Suddenly, Cerise pulled her hands away. She held them up under the bluish fluorescent light. Both her hands were dripping with Sally's milk.

"Uh, oh! I should have warned you about that," Sally said, apologetically. "But then you might have stopped, and it felt so good."

"I think it's time we got someone introduced to the AMM," Cathy interrupted. She led the way down the hall to Dan Kelly's room. Sally reached for her dress, but Cerise snatched it up first and playfully skipped away from her, making Sally chase after her down the hall. Kim and Tammy watched Sally run after Cerise and marveled at the way her enormous breasts swung and swayed as she moved.

By the time they reached the door to Dan's classroom, Cerise and Sally were laughing and Sally had managed to get a hand on her dress. They would have continued their friendly game of tug-of-war but Cathy shepherded them all into the room, where their laughter subsided into a case of the giggles that each tried to stifle behind a hand.

"Good afternoon," Mandy said in a surprised tone to the crowd of naked girls. "I didn't expect this big of a turn-out, but you are all welcome. Cathy, are these all new recruits? I recognize Kim Hawkins, and these two must be Cerise and Tammy." She turned to Sally and said, "Which means you must be Sally." Her eyes drifted lower, drawn by the sight. She blinked a few times, and then pulled her gaze back to Sally's face. She smiled, but it was a possessive, rather than friendly smile. "Yes, you must certainly be Sally Granger. Come here, girl. Let's have a good look at you."

Sally stepped front and center before Mandy. She stood straight, but with her chin down, in a slightly submissive posture. She put her hands behind her back and clasped one within the other.

Mandy walked around her, her eyes sweeping up and down her body, taking in her muscular torso and her small ass with the sharply-defined muscles. She put a hand on Sally's shoulder and let her fingers run across the girl's back, tracing the hard curves from one side to the other. As she passed behind her, Mandy dropped her hand to Sally's ass and ran a finger lightly along her crack before cupping one of Sally's butt-cheeks. When she felt Sally's ass twitch like a filly's flank, Mandy's thin smile became marginally wider.

Completing her circle around Sally, Mandy returned to stand directly in front of her, where she put both her hands under one of Sally's breasts and raised it up as though judging its weight and capacity. Even though she expected it, Mandy was surprised at how heavy Sally's breasts were. She noticed that the areola of the one she was holding covered nearly the whole tip and that Sally's nipple was only a slight bump in the middle.

"We'll soon change that," Mandy thought. She felt something warm on the inside of her wrist and looked down to see a large drop of thick milk roll off her arm. While she watched, another drop formed at the tip of Sally's nipple and dripped off.

"It looks like you've arrived just in time, Sally. Let's not lose any of that." She lowered Sally's breast gently, and gave it a pat before taking her hand away. She reached into the pocket of her smock and took out a length of narrow velvet ribbon with a loop in one end. She pulled the loop out and lowered it over Sally's head until it rested on her shoulders. Mandy pulled the free end of the ribbon until the loop closed around Sally's neck like a noose. When it was snug, Mandy used it to lead Sally over to the chair by the desk. A thick pad had been added to the seat and a cotton beach-towel lay folded over the chair-back to provide a more comfortable perch for the girls.

"I would have liked to have had time to condition your nipples," Mandy told her. "This might be uncomfortable the first time, but I think when it's over you will be eagerly looking forward to your next session.

Guided by Mandy, Sally knelt on the pad and leaned over the back of the chair. She had to use her hands to lift her breasts over one at a time. When she bent forward all the way and rested her arms on the towel, they hung straight down below her, twin masses of flesh swinging slowly. Mandy took out her dressmaker's measuring tape, but after unrolling it to its full length and seeing that it clearly wasn't up to the task of encompassing Sally's monumental boobs, she put it away.

When Sally seemed braced and ready, Mandy bent down and whispered into her ear. Sally gave a small smile and her eyes twinkled as she changed her position on the chair by spreading her knees apart so they were on the thick outside edge of the pad. Standing behind her, Mandy could see that this created a gap between her legs that exposed her pussy very effectively. Once she was satisfied that Sally's posture was satisfactory, Mandy nodded to Dan, who moved to attach the teat-cups.

Sally's breasts hung down so far that Dan had to get down on one knee to reach underneath and position the cups. As each one latched on through the slight suction, Sally jumped a little at the unfamiliar sensation and in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Standing beside and almost behind her, Mandy put a hand on her back and stroked her soothingly. "It's OK, Sally," she said. "Just relax. Let the machine take what it wants. Give your breasts to it." Mandy stroked down Sally's back, through the dimples of her rear, letting her fingers dip into her crack, teasing her anus and lightly brushing her dangling labia.

As everyone in the room watched, transfixed at the sight of this overt sexual caress, Sally leaned more heavily on the chair and tilted her hips to invite more contact with her pussy. She had been staring at the machine lying on the desk in front of her, but when she felt Mandy's hand so close to her sex, she closed her eyes and put her head back so her face was tilted upwards.

Dan tapped the control panel once, and the muted sound of the vacuum pump rose to a low thrum. He leaned over to observe the progress through the transparent windows as Sally's nipples and areola were slowly drawn into the cups. Because she was new to this, and hadn't had any preparation as Cathy had, Dan was taking it very gradually so as not to hurt Sally.

If Sally was experiencing any pain, she hid it well. As her flesh crept into the deep cups a fraction of an inch at a time, she let her mouth drop slowly open and she moaned softly. Her audience couldn't tell if this was from the sensation of having a machine consume her breasts or from Mandy stroking her and murmuring encouragement to her to let it happen. As more of her flesh was pulled into the teat-cups, her reaction became more feral. Her eyelids flashed open and her eyes started to roll and dart around, looking briefly at everything and nothing. Her moans became more throaty and guttural. Her lips drew back from her teeth and her breath hissed out as she became steadily more aroused.

Kim, Tammy, and Cerise were all frozen in place as they watched Sally being gradually changed by the experience from a rational human being into an animal whose sole focus was the stimulation she was receiving at both ends. None of the girls spoke, or even moved while they watched. They too, experienced changes - increased rates of pulse and respiration, a few beads of perspiration that broke out on their upper lips and between their breasts, stiffening of their nipples, and a pleasant musk that drifted from between their legs and broadcast sexual pheromones throughout the room. None of them had ever seen anything like this and they were each riding along with Sally on an escalating sexual high that was quickly taking them all to a keening peak of arousal.

Cathy should have been mostly immune, having been through it herself, but she found herself riding right along with Sally. Whether through empathic reliving of her own experience, breathing the air that was quickly becoming thick from the evaporating hormone-laden secretions of the three naked girls, or just because she had become conditioned to a quick and powerful response to erotic stimulation, she could not tell. All she knew was that there was a buzzing in her hears, her nipples felt like they might break off any second, her pussy was almost boiling over from internal sexual heat, and there was pressure building inside her breasts that was slowly becoming an ache and would need to be sucked out of her before she would feel relief.

"Watching is still not as good as doing," Cathy thought. "It will be my turn soon. My turn to be milked." She thought she could feel the skin of her breasts become taut as her need became more acute, but she wasn't sure if that was a real sensation or just the lingering power of Mandy's suggestion that she would develop a dependency on the machine. Either way, the heaviness she felt on her chest and her growing impatience to have the milker unburden her of it was evidence enough that her physical conversion to 'cow' was well underway.

"Soon," she thought, "being bred and being milked will be the most important things in my life." She cocked her head to one side and tried to imagine what else should be on that list. Nothing came to mind. An unfamiliar feeling crept over Cathy and she smiled as she recognized that for the first time in her life, she felt contentment. "Mooo," she said under her breath.

No one was watching the door when 'Juggs' Marindez walked in and stopped in her tracks just behind Cathy.

Cathy turned her head far enough to see the girl out of the corner of her eye when she heard Maria say in a low voice, "Madre de Dios! I thought this might be fun, but I had no idea it would be this intense. Is this the end of the line? I think I'm over-dressed."

Cathy smiled as she saw Maria drop her purse into one of the student desks and start to skin out of her tight denim shorts. As much as she would have liked to watch Juggs strip off, the show at the front of the room was much more interesting at the moment, so she turned back to watching Sally reach the stage that could only be described as full-rut.

Mandy played Sally's pussy like it was a fine musical instrument. She kept up the stimulation until Dan nodded to her, indicating that Sally's nipples had reached their full extension and had filled the teat-cups from top to bottom. At that moment, Mandy gave Sally's clit a final caress and Dan touched the control panel, starting the pulsator and increasing the suction to operating level.

The effect on Sally was three-fold. First, she raised her head bolt-upright and snapped her eyes wide open at the sudden and intense feeling. Second, a stream of milk quickly filled the tubes leading from the cups to the pump and then to the collection bag. Thirdly, Sally climaxed so hard that she lost her brace on the chair-back and Mandy had to reach steady her so she wouldn't fall off. Sally recovered enough to grip the chair with white-knuckled hands and hang on while her orgasm made her twitch and jump as though she were being electrocuted. Someone walking in at this point might have been sure that she was having a seizure, except for the smile and the angelic expression on her face.

After a minute or so, Sally's orgasm looked like it was passing its peak. At that moment, Dan turned up the milker another notch and Sally was kicked back into an upward curve of arousal. This happened three times, before the machine reached its maximum rate and after recovering from her fourth consecutive climax, Sally collapsed back over the chair-back, resting on the folded towel and watching herself being milked with a blissful and exhausted expression.

"Oh, wow!" Cerise said, "That was intense. I had no idea..."

"I did," Kim said, "But I didn't think it would be like that. You know, I think I came along with her a couple of times."

"I know I did," Tammy said. "I can't imagine what that must have felt like."

"Mandy was helping to distract her," Cathy said. "That made it easier and better for her first time. But the feeling of the machine alone is really awesome. It just goes and goes and you feel like it's going to eat you alive. That sounds terrible, but when the feeling takes you over, you want to give yourself to it completely, to let it suck you dry so you can keep that marvelous feeling."

"So who's next," Maria asked. "Am I at the end of the line? I'll be a wreck before it's my turn!" She said, only half jokingly.

"Oh, we're not joining the club, Ju ... Maria." Kim told her, biting her tongue for almost using her nickname. "We're just ... uh ... observing."

"That's OK, you can call me Juggs. It doesn't bother me. I think it's flattering. I went to a lot of trouble for these." She put her hands under her substantial breasts and held her pendulous pair up away from her chest. "It would be silly to be offended."

Cerise took the opportunity to admire Maria's self-enhanced endowments. She looked closely and asked, "What are those things on your nipples? Are they some kind of jewelry? They're cute."

"Uh, oh. I guess you know my secret now. It's just as well. I was going to use this as an excuse to quit, anyway. They're elastic bands. They keep the milk from leaking out. If I don't wear them, or if I let it all out at once, my boobs would - will be smaller than Kim's there. But they won't be nearly as firm and high as yours, Kim. Or at least, they weren't when I started trying to make them bigger."

"Do they hurt?" Tammy asked.

"The bands? No, but they make my nipples bigger and also more sensitive. I found them in a little shop in Tijuana when I was visiting my aunt. I have a whole box of them, all different colors. I won't be wearing them anymore, I guess. Would you like to try them?"

"Oooo, yes, please," Tammy said.

Maria took a small pill-box from her purse and opened it. Inside was an assortment of the elastic bands. She took out two green ones and gave them to Tammy.

"Uh, how do I put them on?"

"There's a trick," Maria told her. "You slip the band over your little finger and thumb, so you don't stretch it too much. Then you pinch your nipple and pull it. When you have enough pulled out so the band will be snug and not roll off, you slide it on with your other hand and let go. It only works if you have nipples the right shape. Yours should do well. Would you like me to show you?"

"Yes, please."

Tammy put her hands behind her back and presented her chest to Maria, who rolled a band onto her fingers as she said and took a firm hold of Tammy's nipple. She pulled hard, stretching the nipple and making Tammy shuffle forward a step with her lower lip between her teeth. She pinched down on the base of Tammy's nipple and rolled the band off her short fingernails, letting go at the same time. Tammy's stretched flesh snapped back and the band was securely fastened.

"Aaaaaa! That feels strange! It kind of hurts, too. Do the other one before I chicken out."

When Maria had attached the second band, Tammy turned to show her new adornments to her friends.

"That looks very sexy," Cerise told her.

"Yes, they do," Kim agreed. "They make your nipples more prominent. And the color draws attention to your boobs. I think you have found a new kind of jewelry for nudists."

"How long should I leave them on?" Tammy asked Maria.

"Since you will just be wearing them to be pretty, I'd say you should let them stay on as long as you can stand it the first day, so they get set in and you get used to them. After that, take them off and put them on as you like. I wear mine all the time, because I leak if I don't."

"You're really going to give up being 'Juggs' Marindez?" Cerise asked.

"Yes," Maria nodded. "It was a foolish thing to do, to try to show off like that. I let my vanity run my life. Now, I can stop obsessing about my tits all the time. They will look however they will look, and people can judge me for who I am, not the size of my chest."

"Way to go, Maria!" Kim said. "You're having the same kind of thoughts that led us to become Nudists. Maybe you should join our club too."

"One club at a time!" Maria laughed. "This one looks like it will take a lot of dedication, especially if I have to compete with that." She pointed at Sally, who was back up on her elbows, looking to see how much milk was in the collection bag.

"Oh, wow!" Cerise said. "That's a lot! Isn't it?" It occurred to her that she really didn't have a clue what quantity to expect from having your breasts milked.

"That is indeed a lot," Dan said as the automatic control dropped the pulsator and pump speeds to compensate for Sally's reduced output. "That is as much as many breeds of cows give at a milking. Bovine cows, that it."

Mandy patted Sally on her bare bottom, congratulating her new heifer on her contribution. "Well done, Sally. If you keep that up, you'll be a shoo-in for the prize."

Sally looked around dreamily. She looked tired, but very happy. She looked at Cathy and said, "Yes, I'm very much looking forward to my first breeding. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind." She shuddered as an orgasmic aftershock rippled through her. The motion made her breasts wiggle and jostled the tubes leading to the pump.

Sally gripped the chair and tried to hold still while the last few drops were sucked out and the machine went dormant with a muted beep. Dan reached down and released the teat-cups, sliding them down and off of Sally's nipples.

"Well!" Cathy said, admiringly. "Those look wonderful on you."

As expected, Sally's almost non-existent buds had been pulled into four-inch long tubes of pink flesh. But on Sally's enormous breasts, they seemed in perfect proportion.

Dan handed Mandy a small jar, and she dipped two fingers into it, transferring a small glob of the balm to Sally's distended nipples. She gently massaged Sally's new membership badges until the cream was all absorbed, then she helped Sally down from her perch.

"How was it?" Maria asked. "I mean, did it feel like you thought it would?"

"That was incredible!" Sally gushed. She wobbled a little as she tried to walk and Maria and Kim helped her to a student desk so she sit down and recover from her session.

Sally sat down and leaned back, running both hands through her hair and lifting her breasts on her chest. "I feel wonderful! I feel like a great weight has been lifted from me. I guess it has, actually." Everyone followed her gaze, to where Dan was lifting the collection bag two-handed out of the tray next to the milking machine. He seemed to be exerting himself as he carefully lowered it in to a picnic cooler on the floor.

Sally tentatively felt her breasts. She lifted one and then the other onto the top of the desk and looked at them in amazement. Both seemed smaller, but not that much flatter than before. Sally seemed overjoyed at the result. "I thought they'd be all loose and empty," she said happily, "like udders. But they're not. They mostly just shrunk up. This is great! I feel lighter than I have in months. You can brand me anytime you like, Mandy. I'm in for good!"

"You're really going to brand us?" Maria asked Mandy. The effort she made to sound horrified at the prospect was obviously phony and everyone knew it. Kim hid her smile behind her hand and Cerise even snorted before managing to stifle a laugh.

Maria's fascination with the idea was clear to Mandy as well. She indulged herself by lapsing back into playing her game. "Oh, yes!" She assured Maria. "I'm just trying to decide on a design. I have several possibilities in mind. And how large it should be. I don't want it to be too small. The point of putting your brand on something is so people will notice. Still, I wouldn't want to damage my property any more than necessary, so it can't be too large.

"Have you been branded before, Maria? I thought not. I know some girls have tried some little bitty brands - burns, really. That's not what we're talking about. I mean to use a real branding iron. Iron heated to a bright glow, searingly hot, even before it touches your skin. Come over here, Maria."

The command was given in such a practiced and authoritative tone that Maria had taken two steps before she even thought about refusing. She almost stumbled as she gave her legs conflicting instructions and Mandy turned that to her advantage by taking her arm and pulling her forward to make her bend over and plant her palms on the seat of the chair with her cute ass toward the room.

"Good girl! You stay bent over like that while I explain."

Maria felt unnerved by the situation. She wasn't used to being naked, at least not in a brightly-lit classroom with a lot of people in it, even if most of them were naked girls. With her ass in the air and her tits swinging, she felt embarrassed and humiliated, something Mandy capitalized on immediately by putting a hand on her back to keep her from straightening up.

"Now, as I was saying," Mandy said in her best lecture voice, "the usual location for a brand on a cow is the hip, here." As she spoke, she indicated the spot by tapping it sharply with a ruler she had taken from one of her smock's deep pockets. "Although for human cattle, I think a better place would be here..." She slapped the ruler sharply against the broad dimple in Maria's curvaceous ass and Maria jerked her butt up sharply, but had no way to escape with Mandy holding her down.

"Another spot that has some possibilities is along the inner thigh. Spread your legs Maria, so I can show them."

Again, Maria found herself complying without question. The situation was starting to feel less strange and more natural to her. She found herself trying to anticipate Mandy's next order.

Mandy slid the ruler between Maria's legs and stroked it down the inside of one thigh. Maria edged her feet further apart and tilted her hips to raise her butt higher. She was rewarded with a stroke along her back and a quick pat on her tush, just as one might pet a dog. Maria was fascinated by the amount of pleasure it gave her to be treated this way. She had heard about the games that Mandy played with the other teachers, and she had always wondered if she would enjoy playing one of them, too. Now that the chance had fallen on her out of the blue, she found that it was a terrific turn-on to be handled and ordered about like a domesticated animal.

Mandy noticed Maria's reaction as well. Anyone watching, and everyone in the room was, could see Maria's fully exposed slit begin to slowly open like an oyster about to disgorge a pearl. Mandy paused in her lecture, but kept stroking and petting Maria while Maria's pussy betrayed her reaction. When her dewy pink labia were in full flower and the scent of her sex had wafted across the room, Mandy continued, "Our newest member is showing us the next possible location - right on the inner surface of the labia. Hold yourself open a bit more, Maria. I want everyone to see this."

Maria took her hands off the chair and reached back and spread her ass-cheeks apart, showing off her puckered anus and opening her pussy wide enough to reveal her vaginal opening. Her feelings of embarrassment and humiliation had almost disappeared; drowned in a rising tide of arousal at being made to expose her private parts this way.

Mandy used her ruler to flatten Maria's labial lip against her leg. "As you can see, there is quite enough space to permit a clear mark. And the process will be incredibly painful to endure." She pressed down on Maria's pink, wet flesh and Maria let out a soft moan as she imagined the torture it would be to be branded in such a tender spot. She was thinking of the pain, but the noise she made was more sexual than agonized.

"I'll let you know when I've decided on the location and the style. But that may be very much later. No one has earned it yet. All right, Maria, you can get up and assume the position now." Mandy gave Maria a sharp slap on her rear with the plastic ruler to let her know that 'show and tell' time was over. Maria jumped a little, but didn't cry out.

Maria crawled up onto the chair and into the same kneeling position that she had seen Sally take. Her face was full of excitement and eagerness as she leaned over and let her full breasts hang where Dan could reach them.

Dan had the cups ready, and Mandy told her, "OK, Maria. This is the point of no return. You've seen the consequences of letting us use the machine on you. If you want to back out, now is the time to do it."

"No. I want this. I need it," Maria said, huskily. She squeezed her breasts with both hands and pinched her nipples roughly, pulling the colored bands off of both of them. Instantly, white drops appeared at the tip of each nipple.

"Do it!" Maria said with conviction. "Milk me! I'm ready."

After Mandy took a quick measurement of Maria's bust with her tape, Dan placed the cups over her large nipples, letting the suction pull plastic and flesh together. He touched the controls and the automated process began. At first, Maria just looked down expectantly, not sure what she would feel. Then, as the suction built and the stretching started, her eyes got wide with fear and she started breathing harder. She blinked a few times and flexed her hands on the chair-back, compulsively trying to improve her grip in anticipation of the pain to come.

Slowly, her frightened look faded and her eyes became narrower, her lids began to close as the sensation of pleasure mixed with the pain became dominant. The stretching of her nipples wasn't visible through the windows in the cups, because her milk had started to flow as soon as the constricting bands had come off, relieving some of the pressure and making the transformation easier for her.

"Mmmmmmmm," Maria said, savoring the new sensation, as the pump and pulsator started their work.

Mandy had been standing by to 'help' in case Maria showed any sign of distress, but with the girl's milk already flowing and her level of excitement already keen, that seemed unnecessary, so she stepped away and joined the group to watch.

Without the additional stimulation, Maria's experience was closer to Cathy's than Sally's. When the milker reached its peak operating level, she slid into a fugue of sensuality, with occasional minor rushes of sexual pleasure that revealed themselves in the way she arched her back to push her chest forward, offering even more of herself to the unrelenting machine. Her body language spoke volumes about the ecstasy of submission and the joy of being so deeply and continuously stimulated.

When the machine had sucked its fill and ran down to an idle, Maria opened her eyes and looked down at it with a look of petulance and disappointment. She was obviously unhappy that she didn't last as long as Sally. She watched closely as Dan removed the cups from her nipples and then sat back on her heels to examine the result.

Since such a large amount of her size had been due to the quantity of milk she had hoarded in her breasts, removing every last drop of it left her with little more than a pair of empty bags hanging from her chest. The small amount of breast tissue remaining was barely enough to keep them from having a hollowed appearance.

Maria seemed to mourn the loss of her buxom pride. She lightly traced the tops of her limp breasts with her fingers, her face a mask of melancholy. When her fingers touched her newly-elongated nipples, her expression changed. She began to stroke her new teats gently, and as she did so, her mood brightened visibly. The growing pangs of regret fell away and she tugged on her long, fat nipples playfully, clearly enjoying the superior degree of sensation that her reworked body afforded.

"Don't worry, Maria," Dan told her as she lifted her limp breasts up by her teats, "I'm sure you will fill those back up in no time at all."

"And then you'll empty them for me again?" Maria seemed enchanted with the prospect of having her breasts sucked dry by the machine once again.

"Oh, yes. Whenever you can manage to contribute. It may take a while to recover from having it all out, but it will be quicker than you think. Your production will even increase, since you will be visiting us regularly. The more you give, the more you can give, you see?"

The prospect of being milked in ever-increasing amounts gave Maria something else to look forward to. It also put her previous hoarding technique in a new light. She smiled happily as she kneaded her empty milk-bags and pulled on her new teats. She got up from the chair and went to sit next to Sally, where the two compared notes on their experience.

"Now it's Cathy's turn," Mandy announced when Dan had logged Maria's contribution in the journal.

Cathy thought she was about to die from the pressure that had been building up in her chest, but she stood as still as she could to be measured before being allowed to climb onto the chair and lower her breasts into position. Small sprays of milk jetted from both her nipples as she bent forward. When the cups were in place, she mumbled under her breath, "Yes-yes-yes. C'mon-c'mon-c'mon" until the thrum of the pump and the thud of the pulsator signaled that she was being drained of her burden. She then closed her eyes and hung her head to focus on the wonderful feeling of being milked.

Kim, Cerise and Tammy were stunned nearly speechless at what they had seen. They had listened to Sally and the girl formerly known as 'Juggs' talk about what a great feeling it was and discuss whether the feeling of weightlessness and relief afterward was even better than the hypnotically seductive sensation of having your breasts emptied by the machine. All of this was completely new to them. They edged toward the back of the room to talk it over in private.

"Well, I wish I could do that," Kim said.

"It does look like a lot of fun," Cerise said, without much enthusiasm.

"But we don't qualify, unfortunately," Tammy said.

"No, we don't," Kim agreed. "We're too young to be thinking about stuff like this. We have a few years to go before we should even be considering putting our boobs to work."

"Yeah!" Cerise said. "Too young. Dammit."

Kim and Tammy giggled at that. Cerise had said succinctly what they had both been thinking.

"Our parents would kill us if we came home with our tits all stretched out like that," Kim said, trying to get serious again.

"Whooo! My mom would hit the ceiling if she thought I was trying to start lactating," Tammy said. "But that won't stop me from thinking about it."

"Me too," Cerise added, just as Mandy walked over to see what the younger girls thought of the Dairy Club.

"You too? Would you like to go after Cathy?" She asked Cerise. "We have time, if you'd like to try."

"I'd like to," Cerise said politely, even though she wanted to laugh at the suggestion. "But I'm afraid it will be a while before you get anything out of these." She stroked under her firm, high boobs, which had been just beginning to fill her C-cup bra before she stopped wearing it.

"How about you, Kim?" Mandy asked. "You have a very nice figure. You are very well-developed for your age. Who am I kidding? You are very well-developed for my age. You've seen how this works. Wouldn't you like to give it a try?"

"I would like to," Kim admitted. "I know I would enjoy it a lot. But I'm just not ready yet. The others ... well, Maria and Sally need this. This is just what Sally has needed for some time. Maria, too, for different reasons. This takes a burden off of her, literally and figuratively. She can stop living for her vanity and get her head on straight for a change. She was telling us about it earlier and I think she's going to get a lot out of this.

"As for Cathy - something has gotten into Cathy. She told us all about it on the way down here. She'd been living such a repressed, predictable life that when her new boyfriend came along and opened her up with his cock, he opened up a whole new world for her as well. Now, she's exploring beyond the edge - beyond a boundary she didn't even suspect was there, and she's loving it. I can't imagine what she'll try next.

"Cerise and Tammy and I are doing the same thing, basically, but we're not ready to explore quite as far as Cathy right now. There is plenty of new territory for us much closer to home. We're trying to discover our horizons, not get beyond them, if that makes any sense."

"Perfect sense," Mandy conceded. "And well said, too. Well, if you meet any girls who you think would fit in; please let them know about us, won't you? I don't see us putting up posters in the hall asking for members. This is going to spread by word of mouth. Hopefully to those most, um ... qualified to join."

"Oh, yes. If we run into any strays, we'll be happy to corral them and send them along."

"Oh, that's good! I like that. "Strays." Very good, Kim."

"Thanks. Uh, can I ask one question?

"Sure."

"What are you going to do with all the milk? At this rate, you're going to collect several gallons a week."

"I honestly don't know. Before Sally, we had time to work that out. Now, we'll be swimming in it in no time at all! I'm sure something will come up, though. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get back to watching my herd."

"OK, be seeing you!"

The three girls left the Dairy Club members to get on with business and waved to Cathy as they slipped out the door. From her perch on the chair, Cathy managed a smile that seemed to slide across her face, and waved back with just the fingers of her right hand.

Once outside, the discussion became more animated and less polite.

"Holy crap! Have you ever seen tits that big before?" Cerise asked.

"Never," Kim declared. "Not on anyone. Not even in Jeff's dirty magazines."

"What were you doing looking at his jack-off books?" Cerise asked.

"Learning what boys think is sexy."

"You can learn that?" Tammy said. "I wouldn't think you, of all people, would need to. I mean, you're beautiful. You make me hot just being around you. You know, I think I should have said that before."

"Oh, stop!" Cerise chided her. "You're just horny."

"I am," Tammy said. "I confess. I swear, I'm about to die from horny. If my nips get any harder, they might snap off. And I'm so wet I was making a puddle in the floor back there."

"You weren't the only one," Kim laughed. "Everyone was. Watching that could make a statue wet."

"I wonder how much bigger mine will get?" Cerise pondered.

"I don't know," Tammy said, "but you're going to find out if you don't quit pulling on them like that."

"I was just trying to imagine what it would feel like to have that machine sucking on them. Damn, but that was even hotter to watch than to think about!" Cerise said.

"Are you thinking about letting Miss Stevens turn you into a cow?" Kim asked.

"I'm sure going to have a hard time thinking of anything else for some time!" Cerise declared.

"Me too," Tammy echoed. "That was totally unreal. It scares me that I want to go back in there and let them hook me up to that machine and have my nipples stretched like that."

"You're not the only one," Cerise assured her.

"That makes it unanimous," Kim said. "Let's get out of here before we weaken."

"We were going to go over to my house," Tammy reminded them. "My mom will be out all afternoon playing canasta with her friends. We'll have the house to ourselves."

Tammy's house was several blocks away, but the three girls had become accustomed to their nudity and didn't give a second thought to walking au natural through the streets. Some of the residents of the area weren't as comfortable with it as they were, though. There were a few slammed doors and some shouts for children to "come inside, right now!" Rush-hour traffic on the tree-lined streets inched past them as everyone slowed to a crawl and gawked.

On the way, Kim showed them some of the poses she had learned from Jeff's girlie magazines and told them about how watching her pose had affected her father. Tammy and Cerise were very attentive, but when a man driving home after a hard day at the office drove into the back of a parked car while he was staring at Kim, they decided to save the rest of the show for a more private venue.

"See?" Kim asked as they hurried away. "It's all about attitude. If you want to drive boys crazy, it's easy. It's just a matter of deciding that that's what you want to do and being obvious about it. You don't even have to be very graphic in how you pose. Even the old, bent-knee, shoulders-back, chest-out pose that was in every magazine I saw can be deadly if while you're doing it you look at them like you'll just die if you don't get a good screwing right away."

"That's almost too easy," Cerise said. "You weren't touching yourself or anything. You just looked like you wanted to."

"Exactly! It's not about being pornographic. You could probably get lots of attention if you were to spread your legs and rub your clit, but it's much sexier to keep your knees together and stroke your thigh like you're thinking about doing just that."

"Anticipation!" Tammy said. "It's not what you do, it's what you might do. Imagination is always hotter than reality. Well, most of the time."

"I know just what you mean," Kim said. "Sometimes it's something you never imagined that gets you hotter than anything. I think that's where Cathy's head is right now. She's into doing stuff that most people never imagined. But we were talking about how we can turn boys on, not how we can turn ourselves on."

"I think we're already about as turned on as we can get," Cerise giggled. "Was this supposed to take our minds off of how horny we got watching those girls get milked?"

"I forget," Tammy said. "I'm delirious." She spun around in a pirouette with the back of one hand against her forehead to illustrate her delirium.

"What do we do when we get them turned on?" Cerise asked. "I mean, we can either get them off or leave them to suffer, right?"

"I don't want anyone to suffer," Kim said. "That's cruel. I guess if we turn them on bad enough, we have to make them cum."

"That's only right," Tammy agreed. "But suppose they get so turned on they want to - you know - fuck us?" She seemed horrified by the idea that she might have to have sex with a boy as atonement for teasing him.

Kim hadn't been thinking of anything more than a quick mercy-hand-job, if that. The idea that she would have to lie down and spread her legs for any boy with a hard cock that he blamed her for causing startled her because it made her even hotter. She had just begun to enjoy the feeling of empowerment from rising to challenges and meeting them. The sudden burst of arousal that she felt at the idea of being forced to have sex with a boy startled her.

An image came to Kim's mind. The picture was of her stretched out on the grass with boys holding her arms and legs so she couldn't get up. There was a boy kneeling between her widely spread legs with his pants down and his cock gripped tightly in both his hands. The cock was even bigger than Jeff's and the boy was telling her that he was going to put it in her because she deserved it for making him so horny. But instead of being terrified, Kim heard her own voice saying, "Yes! Fuck me! I deserve it! Please put that cock in my pussy and fuck me!"

The vision faded at that point, with Kim raising her pussy up to meet the big cock that would be both her punishment and her reward. Kim shook her head in an attempt to force the picture away. She walked on a little unsteadily with her own voice still ringing in her ears, begging to be raped for the crime of being sexy.

Cerise had been thinking more along the lines of the 'leave them to suffer' strategy. She had teased more than a few boys already and the rush of power she felt whenever she saw them trying to hide their hard cocks behind bookbags, notebooks, or just by shoving their hands into their pockets was something she thought she liked quite a bit. She hadn't thought of it as being cruel, but now that she had experienced how much better sex could be than the nightly pillow-riding and furtive rubbing she had been doing to bring herself off, she wondered if it wasn't past time for her to find out for herself just what some of the other girls meant when they gushed about how great an experience it was to be fucked. Maybe she might even find out what had changed Colleen so radically. Although she still had serious doubts that anything could possibly feel so good that it could change your whole outlook on life after just one try.

"Or maybe it could," she thought. "This is all about change. Jeff changed Colleen. Miss Kelvin's boyfriend certainly changed her. Maybe getting a really big cock inside you is even better than the stuff we've already done. Maybe instead of teasing boys into chasing me and then running away, I should let one catch me for a change."

Cerise pictured herself in the arms of a boy she had teased, his hands exploring her body, touching her in places no one ever had before. She imagined his stiff cock pressing against her, its throbbing heat demanding that she allow it to be quenched by having it thrust into her pussy. She didn't have a clue what that would feel like, but she was convinced it would be an awesome experience.

Cerise's musing was interrupted when Tammy skipped over and put her arm around her waist. The warmth of Tammy's skin against hers reminded her where they were going, and why.

"Plenty of time for boys and their cocks later," she thought, stroking her hand down Tammy's back. "Not too much later, though."

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As promised, Tammy's mother was out at her weekly Bridge Club meeting and wouldn't be back until suppertime, when she usually brought home leftover sandwiches and canapés for the two of them to eat. Some of the women in the Club fancied their culinary skills to be the equal of any professional caterer and it was one of the highlights of the week for Tammy to get to sample their best efforts.

The three girls dashed up the stairs to Tammy's room and were about to jump onto Tammy's bed when Kim stopped them with a suggestion.

"You know," she said. "Maybe we should jump in the shower before we, um, you know?"

"Yeah," Cerise agreed. "I feel a little grimy from all this intimate contact with the world."

"Me too," Tammy said. I guess all the hot water we are saving from not washing clothes is going to go into washing us!"

They tried to negotiate who would take the first turn in Tammy's small bathroom, but Tammy had another idea.

"Let's just all jump in together! We'll all get clean at the same time that way."

"Will we all fit?" Kim asked.

"Sure. It's one of those old claw-foot iron tubs. It's huge!"

The tub was indeed huge, but three girls still almost filled it to capacity. They even had to let some of the water out before they could all get in together otherwise it would have slopped out onto the bathroom floor.

After they had eased into the hot water, they sat and soaked with their legs and arms twined around each other, blissfully absorbing the heat and the closeness.

"This is marvelous!" Kim moaned, her head hanging over the rounded edge of the tub with her hair cascading down behind her.

"Oh, yeah," Cerise agreed. "I feel like I'm melting. Don't let me go down the drain."

"Don't worry," Tammy said as she poured some liquid soap into the hot water. "I'll save you."

Tammy languidly stirred the fragrant soap into the water and the aroma of flowering gardenias filled the steamy room. The bouquet was so strong that it seemed that they were relaxing in a hot-spring in some tropical jungle paradise. They wouldn't have been surprised to hear bird-calls or the chatter of monkeys in the distance.

Tammy edged closer to Cerise and cupped her hand in the water, scooping some and ladling it over Cerise's pert breast where it poked out of the water. Cerise moaned with pleasure, but didn't raise her head or open her eyes. Tammy laved her friend's breast again and then cupped her hand over it, gently holding it in her palm.

Cerise opened her eyes and turned her head to Tammy, who slid closer so they were nose-to-nose. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes for several seconds, before their lips met and gently fused together into a kiss.

At the first soft moan, Kim opened an eye to see what was going on. She smiled lazily and then closed it again when she saw her friends locked together in what was clearly going to be a protracted make-out session.

"Those two have been rubbing on each other all afternoon," she mused. "I'm surprised that they held out this long."

Kim relaxed and let a hand come to rest between her thighs. She waved her fingers and luxuriated in the feel of the aromatic water as it washed over her clit. She let the steamy water slowly transfer its heat to her pussy as she listened to the mounting waves of passion that Tammy and Cerise were making in the tub.

The water had barely begun to cool before the three girls had made themselves so excited that they no longer noticed the temperature. They all climbed out of the iron tub and spottily dried off before staggering into Tammy's bed in a pile of wiggling bodies.

Since Tammy and Cerise were already so deeply into each other, Kim abandoned her own self-stimulation and focused instead on her friends. She took whatever opportunity presented itself to stroke a breast or kiss a cheek or lick an exposed nipple as the two other girls fell deeper and deeper into lust with each other.

Finally, the situation became unworkable as Tammy and Cerise swapped ends and thrust their faces between each other's legs. Kim could only lie back and watch as they greedily licked each other's pussy into frothy redness.

The jerking and squirming and moaning made Kim almost as excited as Tammy and Cerise and she started rapidly rubbing her nub to keep up.

She almost managed to stay at the same level as her friends, but without the stimulus of a partner, she fell behind and still had a ways to go when she saw one and then the other girl climax, jerking and crying out as they brought each other to the peak of sexual pleasure.

Kim had her knees spread as widely apart as she could, desperately trying to bring herself off when she felt her hand being pulled away and replaced with two eager mouths and two rapidly flicking tongues. She gave a sharp cry as she felt her arousal leap to a new level and she arched her back and cupped her breasts while Tammy and Cerise took turns attacking her clit, licking and sucking it until she shuddered and then screamed sharply as her own climax took her.

The three rested only a few short minutes before regrouping and resuming. Again and again they explored each other's bodies and the intensity of their sexual responses, each time trying some new thing, some different combination, some other position, and some more intense feeling as their accumulating orgasms satiated their lust and drained their energy until at last none of them could do more than lie there limply with a broad smile on her lips while their bodies intense fire faded to a smoldering heat.

"That was incredible," Cerise stated flatly, all inflection gone from her voice.

"Yeah," Tammy agreed.

"Un hunh," Kim added.

"Why didn't we ever do this before?" Cerise asked.

"Never thought of it, I guess." Tammy said, tiredly.

"Lots of stuff going on I never thought of," Kim observed. "Was I really that wrapped up in myself?"

"Kinda," Tammy allowed. "I guess we all were."

"My horizons have certainly been broadened by all this," Cerise giggled, pushing her hips up suggestively and spreading her legs.

"You're insatiable!" Tammy said, stroking her friend's exposed sex.

"I suppose I am," Cerise agreed. "I keep thinking about Miss Kelvin - she used to be so ... boring."

Cerise laughed and Kim and Tammy both looked at her.

"I was about to say, 'I wonder what got into her', but she already told us. I want ... I want to know how Miss Kelvin feels when her boyfriend puts his thing in her."

"Probably the same way that Colleen felt when Jeff put his thing into her," Kim said.

"Is it that good?" Cerise wondered. "They both acted like it was the best thing they had ever felt in their lives."

"It does seem that way," Kim said, absently stroking her breast and making circles around the still-tender nipple. This was something she had though about, too. The first time she had handled Jeff's big cock, she had assumed that it was impossible for her to fit something that big into her little pussy. Now that she had seen plenty of evidence that a girl's body was considerably more elastic than she had believed possible, she was starting to think about things differently.

"This wasn't good enough for you?" Tammy asked Cerise. Her disappointed tone rang clear, even though she forced a laugh at the end, implying that she was just joking.

"This was fantastic!" Cerise said, embracing Tammy and kissing her firmly. "But I can't help wondering what it would be like with a boy..."

"Me too," Kim confessed. "I just love holding onto Jeff's cock when he cums. It's exciting to feel it twitch and jerk when he gets really hard. And when it shoots all that cum ... oooooh, it makes me hot just thinking about it."

Kim put her hands between her thighs and pulled her legs apart to reveal how her pink pussy-lips were becoming dewy. Cerise rolled over between her legs and gave her damp slit a lick. In response, Kim opened her legs even further, welcoming the stimulation of her friend's hot, wet tongue.

Cerise saw how wet Kim had become and stroked her finger through Kim's reddening slit before sliding a finger gently inside her tiny hole.

Kim reacted strongly to the invasion. She grabbed a pillow and bit into a corner of it while she pushed her hips forward.

"Yes!" she cried, "Put it in me. Put it in all the way!"

While Cerise slid her finger in and out of Kim, Tammy pondered where this was all going. She had just gotten into the idea of sex with her girlfriends and now they seemed to both be thinking about moving on to sex with boys. Tammy's experiences with boys hadn't been all that positive. Since the party where she had been pawed by every boy there for having worn the sheer blouse, she had tried to avoid situations that might provoke any similar attacks. Now, it seemed if she wanted to keep up with her friends, she might have to rethink the "boys are animals" attitude she had adopted.

Tammy blamed Kim for bringing up the subject, even though Cerise had voiced it first. In a fit of pique, she crawled up beside Kim's head and swung her leg over to straddle Kim's neck and put her pussy up to Kim's mouth. Without giving Kim any warning, Tammy pressed her pussy against Kim's lips, forcing her to open her mouth or be suffocated.

Kim gratefully accepted the chance and started licking Tammy greedily, as though her slit were a piece of fruit from which she wanted to suck all the juice. She worked her tongue all over Tammy's inner lips until Tammy's pussy ran freely with juice, and then she stabbed it into Tammy's small hole as deeply as she could as if to get to the source of the sweet nectar.

Tammy's eyes threatened to roll back in her head as Kim penetrated her tiny orifice. The most Tammy had even had in there was a slim hairbrush handle that she had very tentatively tried to use as a dildo and that hadn't been all that pleasant for her. But having something hot and wet and alive and moving probing into there caused an avalanche of feelings that she had only had hints of before. She grabbed the headboard of the bed and hung on tight as she had her mind changed about having her insides explored. If a cock was going to feel anything like a tongue in there, she wanted to know about it.

Cerise was thinking too, but about when, not about if. And about how big, and how deep, and how hard, and how it would feel if a boy squirted his cum inside you. "Did you feel it?" she wondered. "Did it feel hot? Did it feel slimy? Did it instantly make you a slut as she'd always heard; turning you into someone who craved more and larger doses of the stuff? Would she get pregnant right away or was there some critical dosage of cum you had to have shot into you before that happened?"

After seeing Jeff's huge thing erupt at close range, she figured that if she tangled with it, she'd be knocked-up with triplets after their first time. His size was also a daunting prospect. She had strong reservations about going quite that far anytime soon, even though she knew from Miss Kelvin's example that not only was it possible for a girl's pussy to stretch to accommodate something several times its apparent size, that you could learn to enjoy the process. Her immediate concern was who she could get to volunteer to help her get started. It would need to be someone she could trust, or at least intimidate into silence. I would also need to be someone whose cock was small enough to fit without hurting, yet big enough to show her pussy a good time. The more she thought about it, the more obvious the answer became. After all, Kim's brother seemed quite willing to put his cock at her disposal, perhaps her own could be trained to perform a similar service for her.

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When the milker finally cut off, Cathy was only slightly disappointed. She felt like she had almost reached a state of sensory nirvana. A warm, intensely pleasant feeling radiated from her breasts through her entire body, making her light-headed and giddy. She hardly noticed when Dan disconnected the machine.

"Cathy?" Mandy said softly, trying to bring Cathy back to the real world as gently as possible. "Cathy, dear. Time to get down now."

"Hmmmm?" Cathy murmured. "OK."

She sat down in the chair and swung her feet down to the floor. She was awake, but her eyes were hooded and she was still in a sensory and sexual fugue.

"Why not?" Mandy thought to herself. "Now is as good a time as any. She's as good as hypnotized. Everyone has gone except the three of us and I know Dan will want to watch this."

"It's time for your treatment," she told Cathy. "Give me your clit. There's a good girl."

Cathy obediently picked up her feet, grabbed her ankles and leaned back in the chair, presenting her clit to Mandy in what had become something of a conditioned reflex. She watched with little expression as Mandy opened her handbag and took out the small cylinder. She didn't even react when instead of the plunger, Mandy took out a small hand-operated pump with a gauge on the side and fastened it to the cylinder.

Mandy laid the apparatus down and took out a small tube with a prescription label on it.

"What's that," Dan asked.

"What? The pump? I told you about that. This is just a better grade. I'll be able to regulate the vacuum with it."

"No, I mean what's that?" He asked, pointing to the small tube.

"Topical steroid," Mandy explained. "I've decided I want her to have as close to a real cock as I can give her. Just pumping alone will make it big but leave it limp unless she's strongly aroused. Make it too big, and it would never be able to get hard, just like overpumping a male penis. This will add bulk to it, just like it would to muscles."

"Maybe I should try some of that," Dan suggested.

"No, dear. Your cock is quite big and hard enough on its own. We don't want you walking around with a permanent erection. At least not any more than you do already."

"Is that what it will do to her?"

"As far as I can tell. The vacuum should pull the drug deeply into her clit, suffusing the tissues. It should firm them up and add bulk."

Mandy smeared a tiny amount of cream from the tube onto Cathy's clit and slowly massaged it in. The stimulation made Cathy's clit jerk and she moaned in response, her head lolling and her mouth hanging open.

"You do not have permission to cum!" Mandy admonished Cathy.

Cathy's face scrunched up as she obediently fought down the wave of arousal that she felt from having her clit rubbed. Her abdominal muscles clenched again and again. Her fingers turned white from gripping her ankles so hard. Her clit jerked again and again, as thought it were trying to escape Mandy's grasp and Cathy began to pant from the effort she put forth to keep herself from a climax.

"Oh, jeez!" Dan said, clearly moved by the sight. "That's incredible."

"Isn't she?" Mandy said, wiping her fingers on a tissue. "I'm so proud of her. She's the most suggestible plaything I've ever had, and her sex drive is already off the chart. I can't begin to imagine what I might be able to get her to do."

Mandy slipped the cylinder over Cathy's clit, skinning back her clitoral hood and seating it as closely as possible to the center. Holding it in place, she squeezed the handle of the pump once to create a seal.

"Here we go," Mandy said. "Now we'll see how much she can take before she loses control and is forced to cum."

Mandy squeezed the pump again and the needle in the gauge jumped a fraction before settling back. Cathy's clit started to swell inside the clear plastic cylinder. Mandy squeezed again, slowly, and the gauge registered and held. She squeezed again, and the gauge rose to the one-third mark. Cathy's clit continued to swell, but very slowly.

Cathy seemed to be taking it as well as could be expected. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were tightly shut, but she had stopped the twitching and jerking and she seemed to be settling down under the steady demand of the suction on her clit.

Mandy checked the clock on the wall, then she sat down where she could monitor the gauge.

Time passed slowly for Mandy and Dan. Mandy reached out every few minutes to apply a touch more suction, but never enough to jar Cathy out of the trance-like state she had slipped into.

"What could that possibly feel like?" Dan whispered after the first quarter-hour had passed.

"Being perpetually on the verge of an orgasm, but never to reach it?" Mandy said. "It must be either like heaven or hell. Maybe both."

After forty-five minutes, Mandy turned the valve on the pump to let air back into the chamber. She opened it just a tiny bit, so the pressure would not release all at once, but would take several minutes to return to normal.

When the gauge read zero, Mandy slowly eased the cylinder off Cathy's clit. Cathy remained off in whatever world her mind had taken her to.

"Now that is a big clit," Dan said, admiringly.

Mandy took out her ruler.

"Three inches," she announced. "A damn big clit or a small cock."

Cathy's clit was a bright red, slightly curving bit of flesh roughly the size and thickness of a grown man's little finger. It looked every bit like a small penis, with a clearly-defined head and a narrower shaft behind it that widened where it stuck out at the top of her labia. Her clitoral hood was skinned back to the base where it was stretched tautly across and around Cathy's organ.

"Cathy?" Mandy said. "Cathy? Time to come back to Earth. Can you hear me?"

"Mmmmmmm?" Cathy said. Her eyelids flickered and opened. She blinked repeatedly as she looked around, trying to focus on her surroundings.

"Look," Mandy prompted her, holding up the length of orange kite-string with the small noose in the end.

Cathy's gaze locked onto the string and she smiled when she saw it. It was her leash and it meant Mandy was going to take her for a walk. Cathy watched Mandy lower the noose down between her legs and slip it over her clit.

"Oooooooooo!" Cathy said happily when she saw how much bigger her clit had become. She'd known Mandy intended to make it really big, but she hadn't expected this much progress so soon.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" she said, when Mandy cinched the noose around the base of her clit.

"No touching until I say so," Mandy told her, and Cathy obediently folded her arms behind her back as she had done before.

"Good girl," Mandy said, unreeling the rest of the string and stepping away from Cathy. "Let's go walkies."

Cathy eagerly followed Mandy to the door, ready for whatever she had planned.

"Oh, Dan? Your place at seven?" Mandy said, over her shoulder.

"Don't be late," Dan said, "or I'll start without you."

From the look of the bulge in his slacks, Mandy thought he might take matter into his own hands as soon as she was out the door. Before, Mandy would have been unhappy about that. Now, she was flattered that she had made him so hot he wouldn't be able to contain himself. She didn't count Cathy's hyper-charged sexuality as being responsible for that. Cathy was her creation.

Cathy's sandals made a clopping sound as she pranced down the hallway at Mandy's side. That was because the leash kept her hips so far forward that it was easier for her to keep her balance if she stayed on the balls of her feet. It also made her feel more like a pet trotting along beside its mistress, and she was deeply in love with the idea that as long as she was on her leash, her body was completely free of her own will and she was just an animal out for a romp. She danced along in a spirit of complete freedom and total innocence, eager for whatever Mandy had planned.

Mandy thought the sound was entirely appropriate. She was about to put Cathy into a situation that she had fantasized about and to which Cathy had responded strongly when she heard it. Now, she would see how Cathy would react when faced with the real thing.

The far end of the Vocational building held a small garage that had been turned into a stall for the school mascot. There was a plaque on the door, courtesy of a metal-shop class, announcing that this was the home of Rampart, the mule. Mandy led Cathy through the door before she had a chance to react to where they were going. She walked her right up to the animal without so much as breaking stride. Then she stopped and watched Cathy to see how she would react to being brought face to face with what Mandy had described to Brad Grogan as Cathy's breeding stud.

Rampart was technically a hinny rather than a mule, but the distinction is rather a fine point since both have the same genetic make-up. Hinnys are the offspring of a male horse and a female donkey, where mules are the other way around. The only difference is that hinnys are smaller than mules. Normally, this is a drawback, since people who breed for mules usually want large, strong animals. Rampart had been originally intended for sale to a petting zoo or a carnival, where his small size would be an advantage.

Mules are usually sterile. Male mules always so. For this reason, males are generally gelded. Rampart escaped this fate due to some whim of his original owner, so he had all his original equipment, and according to Jerome Watts, his part-time caretaker, it worked just fine.

When Mandy asked Jerome how he knew this, she was told that the phrase 'hung like a mule' was no exaggeration and since mule-erections were not considered to be appropriate family viewing, Rampart had to be masturbated prior to every public appearance to reduce the likelihood that anyone would be offended by the sight of a rampant Rampart.

"No shit?" she'd said. "Who gets that job?"

"Me," Jerome had said with a sigh. "Unless you want to give it a go? He doesn't get it nearly as much as he'd like, judging from how many times he's tried to hump me when I was brushing him."

Mandy had passed on the opportunity at the time, but the knowledge that the mule was used to such intimate human contact had sparked several possible scenarios in her mind. At least one of which was about to come true.

"Cathy, meet Rampart," Mandy said, watching the girl closely. "Rampart likes girls. He spends a lot of his time hanging out with the cheerleading squad, who spoil him terribly. I bet you and he will get along just fine."

Cathy was stunned. Actually, 'stunned' was an understatement. Her mind was so wrapped up with the fact that she was standing next to the animal that Mandy had told Mr. Grogan she'd been fucking that no other thought managed to get in. She stood and stared at the mule, unable to take the slightest mental step beyond, "It's him!"

Mandy removed Cathy's lead and waited patiently for events to unfold. She would have given almost anything to be able to see into Cathy's mind at that moment and she was watching for any indication of what Cathy was thinking. For all the reaction she saw, she might as well have been watching the mule.

Rampart, if he had any cogent thoughts at all, was probably simply happy to have visitors. His was a solitary existence, with long periods of boredom broken by trips to the stadium where he was paraded along the sidelines and petted lavishly by the cheerleaders. Any company at all was very welcome.

The mule turned his head and nuzzled Cathy's bare stomach. His hot breath blew down across her skin and over her bare clit.

"Aaauuuuugghhhhhh!" Cathy vocalized, a sound halfway between terror and arousal. The feeling of the mule's soft muzzle on her body was incredibly sensual, but the sudden blast of hot air from his nostrils on her clit made it throb so hard she thought it might explode. Her pussy flashed with heat and she felt the telltale tingling and slickness that meant it expected to be fucked very soon. She barely managed to keep from climaxing.

"See, he likes you," Mandy said. "You two are going to be great together."

A trickle of fluid ran down Cathy's leg. Being fucked meant to her pussy that copious amounts of lubrication would be needed and it was hard at work churning out as much of it as possible.

Rampart couldn't have missed the smell of sex from ten yards away. He certainly didn't miss it from ten inches away. He snuffled Cathy's leg and took a taste of the fragrant juice.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Cathy moaned as his tongue touched her.

"Now you've done it," Mandy said. "He's had a taste of you. You know what that means."

Mandy had no idea what 'that means' meant, but she was getting tired waiting for Cathy to snap out of her funk so she had decided to give her a nudge.

Cathy's eyes went so wide that Mandy could see the whites all around her irises. Mandy might not have a clue what she had implied, but Cathy clearly thought she did.

"Get on with it," Mandy said. "Now!"

Cathy dropped to her knees on the concrete floor. She turned her head, tilted it to one side and looked up between the mules legs. There, hanging fatly only a couple of feet away, was a foot-long slab of cock enclosed in a shiny, coal-black sheath. To anyone else, it would have been an impressive sight.

"It's not that big," was Cathy's first thought. Her second was one of astonishment. "Oh my God! It's really not! It's bigger than Bung's cock, but not that much bigger! I can handle his pretty well now. I think I can take this one, I really do."

The revelation that she was already fucking a cock in the same category as a mule's triggered an avalanche-worth of pent-up tension. Cathy smiled. Any trepidation she had felt melted away in a surge of smugness.

"I've got to try it," she thought. "I have to know what it's like."

Shuffling closer on her knees, Cathy reached up and touched Rampart's cock with a sense of confidence and a rising feeling of excitement. The sheath felt like velvet and the cock inside felt like a big muscle about to flex. Tentatively, she squeezed it and gave it a tug. When the mule didn't object, she pulled harder and began to stroke up and down on it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought, giddily. "I really can't. This is stuff you hear about but don't believe anyone actually does. And here I am doing it!"

Mandy couldn't believe it either. Cathy was again going boldly where only Mandy's imagination had gone before. She stepped behind Cathy and got down in a squat to watch her feeling-up the mule.

For Rampart, this was a pleasant but unexpected experience. He looked around at the kneeling girl with what would have been a sense of gratitude in a human. He whickered and edged closer to his new friend.

"He likes it," Cathy thought. "I must be doing it right. I guess one big cock is pretty much like another." With that, she bent further under the mule and put both hands to work on his cock.

Cathy knew to be patient about it and not get frustrated if nothing happened right away. She worked Rampart's cock in long stokes, pulling firmly forward and back with each stroke. It took a few minutes, but her patience was rewarded when she saw the broad, mottled-pink and black head emerge from the sheath.

"Now we're getting somewhere," she thought, and craned her head under the mules belly to plant her lips firmly over the bare end of his cock.

Mandy fell back on her butt with a thud. Her legs flew apart on their own. Her hands flew under her skirt and jerked aside her soaking-wet panties so she could reach her pussy. She started rubbing it without taking her eyes off of Cathy.

"Camera!" Mandy thought. "Damn! I should have brought a camera! This is the hottest thing I've ever seen! She's actually sucking the mule's cock!"

"Not bad," Cathy thought, savoring the taste. "A bit strong, but not bad. He better not cum in my mouth, though. I hope he has better manners than that."

If Rampart could have talked, his opinion would have been much more emphatic than 'not bad'. As for his manners - as long as he came, he didn't care about where it went. If she still had his cock in her mouth when he blew his wad, she was going to be swallowing a lot of spunk.

Cathy kept applying as much stimulation as she could manage to the organ in her hands and her mouth and she was rewarded by having it grow larger and larger, with more and more pink flesh emerging from the sheath every second. When it looked to be roughly the size of Bung's monster, she stopped sucking and stroking and leaned back to admire her handiwork.

Rampart's erection was a truly impressive sight. It was pink with black mottling, and so large and heavy that it hung down in a graceful curve to point at the ground between his front hooves It had a widely flared head at the end of a remarkably thick shaft. As she watched, a large drop of precum collected at the tip and began a slow drool to the ground.

Cathy stared at the massive piece of flesh with a sense of pride at having brought it to this state. She knew for a fact that there was no way she could stop now. To come this close and not at least try would mean a lot of wasted effort, and to leave the poor mule in his condition would be a crime. The question was more how to go about it than if she should. After considering the problem for a bit, she decided the direct approach would be the best.

Mandy watched Cathy crawl under the mule, then get into a spread-legged squat. She pushed her arched back up against his belly with her butt turned up as a guide while she worked her pussy into position.

"She's not!" Mandy thought, awestruck. "She's not planning to actually fuck the mule? Damn! She is!"

Mandy watched Cathy reach back and guide the wide head of Rampart's cock to her waiting pussy. She stopped blinking as she saw it disappear into Cathy, followed by an impressive length of hard, thick mule-dick.

"HmmmmMM!" Cathy moaned. This was really, really nice. A new experience, to be sure, and a very pleasant one so far. She pushed back a bit more, wriggling her butt to work more of that nice big cock into her pussy.

Rampart had never bred a mare. There was no point to putting him in a corral with a female anything, since there couldn't be any result from the mating, so he'd never felt what it was like to have his cock inside a warm, wet, willing female. Now he suddenly discovered what he'd been missing all his life. If mules could cry, he would have cried for joy at that moment.

Rampart hadn't a clue how to behave in this new situation, but when he felt Cathy push back, instinct drove him forward. He jerked his hips and with one thrust shoved all his cock into Cathy, filling the gap between her legs and slapping the backs of her thighs with his heavy, softball-sized testicles.

"Oh," thought Cathy, momentarily stunned to find she'd been suddenly impaled on something she hadn't really expected to have all the way in her. "Oh, my. That's really, really huge. That's even bigger than Bung. Very soon now, that's going to hurt quite a lot."

She hung her head down, putting the top of her head on the concrete to get a look back between her legs at where her butt was nestled up into the mule's groin without so much as a single inch of his cock sticking out of her.

Cathy never felt the pain she expected. Seeing her pussy so totally stuffed with mule-cock was the most erotic thing she could have ever imagined and instead of pain, her whole body burned with the most profound feeling of complete and utter lust she could ever imagine feeling.

In the brief instant before the lust seized her mind completely, Cathy turned and looked at Mandy. She had no idea if it was for further instructions, for encouragement, for sympathy, or just to show-off.

"You can't cum until he does," Mandy said, her voice thick and raspy. Proud that she had managed to contribute something to the cause, she grinned at Cathy with more of a leer than a smile and went back to her assault on her own pussy while she waited to see what would happen next.

That was exactly what Cathy had wanted to hear. She clawed at the slick concrete floor to pull herself forward and was rewarded with feeling Rampart's cock slide out of her a few inches. Then she pushed back again, reseating his cock in her overtaxed pussy.

Rampart got the idea immediately. He began humping his hips, fucking his cock into Cathy as she braced herself.

The floor was really too slick for this. Cathy had to fight not to be shoved forward. She also had to push back and up in an awkward position. She knew there had to be a better way to do this, but neither she, nor Mandy, nor Rampart felt like solving the problem at the present. Each was completely involved in the moment and none of them even considered stopping.

Cathy was totally involved with the idea that she was actually fucking a mule. Rampart was totally involved with the feeling of Cathy's pussy stretched over his cock like a condom two sizes too small. Mandy was totally involved with watching the two of them and seeing how many fingers she could stuff into her own pussy and how quickly she could move them once they were in there.

Mules are world-renowned for their stamina. A mule can do more hard work in a day than a team of horses and under conditions which would send the horses out on strike. If Rampart had known that the reputation of mules everywhere was at stake, it wouldn't have matter a whit to him. All he cared about was how terribly, terribly badly he wanted to cum and how the girl between his legs was doing such a wonderful job of helping him get there. He humped his cock into Cathy over and over again, getting closer to his goal with each successive thrust and focusing his entire being on the wonderful sensation of slippery friction over all of his cock. In this, he and Cathy were in complete agreement and perfect synchronization, each oblivious to everything except the act of copulation.

Suddenly, with no build-up and no warning, Rampart jerked forward hard and his cock exploded into Cathy.

"Shit!" Cathy thought, and as what felt like gallons of hot mule jizz shot into her, her own climax ignited in her pussy and flared up her spine.

"Shit!" thought Mandy as she watched an incredible amount of thick white slime flood out of Cathy and pour down her legs.

We can assume Rampart's sentiments were much the same. While he didn't have the language to express what he felt at that moment, his eyes crossed briefly; which is no mean feat for a mule.

Cathy's orgasm had been building ever since Mandy had leashed her clit. She had been holding it back by the thinnest of margins and finally letting it go meant having it seize control instantly and utterly. It hit her so hard that it turned her body into a rag-doll. It convulsed her muscles at random, except for her pussy, which clamped down on Rampart's cock, locking her in place just when she most wanted to drop to the ground and let herself go limp.

Mandy saw Cathy dangling from Rampart's swollen cock and thought, "Damn, she's stuck. I take it back. That is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life!" With that thought, Mandy started her own massively-intense climax.

For the next several minutes, nothing happened but shaking, quivering and moaning as Cathy's and Mandy's orgasms wracked their bodies to the point of exhaustion and beyond.

Rampart looked back once while all this was happening, then lowered his head, closed his eyes and took a nap. Having never done a day's work in his life, the concept of stamina was something he had yet to grasp.

Eventually, the twitching and moaning wound down and both Cathy and Mandy lay motionless on the cold concrete floor. Mandy opened her mouth to say something, but was too wasted to form the words.

Cathy wasn't any better off. She was grateful that at some point, she had come unstuck from Rampart's cock, but now her face was pressed against the painted concrete floor and her butt was still up in the air. As hard as she tried, she found she couldn't be the teensiest bit unhappy about how uncomfortable her position was.

Eventually, Mandy was able to roll over and get to her knees, which she kept wide apart to let her abused clit get some air. She peered down at Cathy from her unsteady perch and said, "I have now officially seen everything." Then she rocked back to sit on her heels and flap her skirt. "How was he?"

Cathy just grinned. Words couldn't begin to describe how it felt to fuck a mule and she really didn't feel like making the effort at the moment.

"Hurrmp!" Mandy said, seeing the look on Cathy's face and knowing that it was a virtual certainty that this was as close as she would ever get to knowing what Cathy had just experienced. "Get up out of there or he'll think you want to go again."

That was the motivation Cathy needed. She was in no shape to go another round with the mule and she was unaware that the mule felt the same way about her.

"It would kill me," she thought with absolute certainty. "I'd die with a mule's cock up my pussy. The police would find me like that. The crime-scene report would probably make the best-seller list."

Somehow the prospect failed to engender any real sense of terror in her, but she rolled out from under Rampart nonetheless.

Mandy and Cathy helped each other to their feet and staggered toward the door while Rampart snored softly behind them.

"Men!" Mandy snorted. "They're all the same."

That got both of them giggling and made it even harder to walk.

When they reached the door, Mandy leaned Cathy back against the wall, bracing her with one hand while fishing in her pocket with the other. She smiled as she pulled out Cathy's leash and held it up.

"After that, I can't very well let you run around loose, now can I?" Mandy said as she leaned down with the noose in her hand. "Who knows what you might decide to go after next? I might get a call that you'd gotten into Mike Benson's kennel and you were putting-out for a whole pack of Rottweilers."

The suggestion that she was such an out-of control slut that she might take on a pack of dogs fired Cathy's imagination, even through the haze that presently clouded her mind. She pushed her hips forward, proudly jerking her big clit up so that her owner could put her leash back on it. She watched Mandy slip the loop of string over her newly-enlarged organ and slide it down until the knot was buried between Cathy's labia. The feel of the cord being cinched tight around the root of her turgid clit meant she could abandon herself totally, to freely accept as fact the wildest suggestion Mandy might conceive. Instead of a restraint, to Cathy it was a license to indulge any desire she or Mandy might entertain. Cathy whined in mock disappointment at being denied the chance to run wild.

"Hush, now!" Mandy cautioned her. "You're obviously in heat. I have to keep that insatiable pussy of yours under control. I can't have you waving your hot little tail all over town; giving it up to anything with a hard cock that happens by. What would poor Rampart think if he found out his new breeding mare had been cheating on him? Oh no! You're going to stay true to your stud. I'm going to haul your butt down here so you can mate with that mule every chance I get. You're going to make him the happiest mule in town and you're going to keep it up until he knocks you up."

The news that Mandy intended to make her the mule's breeding mare on a permanent basis was almost as exciting to Cathy as the idea of sneaking off to let some dog make her his bitch. Both suggestions made her clit throb and twitch. Her pussy quivered hungrily at the thought that it might be subjected to a perpetual flow of mule-cum. The look she gave Mandy when she felt the tug on her clit that meant 'come along' was one of an animal that intended to comply only as long as its mistress was watching. After that, Cathy thought she might just see what other four-footed studs might enjoy filling her pussy with a hot load of cum.

Mandy missed the slight pout that was the telltale hint of rebellion in the mind of her pet because her mind was on another matter. She was pondering the purchase of a digital camera. One of those small, pocket-sized models sounded about right. Something she could carry around in a pocket to use to snap candid shots of things she might happen to see and want to put in a collection or post on the Internet. She wanted to kick herself for missing Cathy's first time with the mule, but she swore that she would make up for that oversight, and much more.

As they left the Vocational Building and stepped back into the sunlight, Mandy pointed to the glistening jizz coating Cathy's legs from groin to ankle. "Look at you!" "You've let all of Rampart's lovely spunk run out of you. I should make you go right back in there for another load."

Cathy shied at the news that she might have to fuck the mule again so soon. She was just staring to feel the soreness from having her pussy so violently stretched and while she was indeed looking forward to another breeding session, she wanted some time to recuperate.

"All right, then," Mandy admonished her after seeing her reluctance. "You just see that you hold onto it better the next time."

Cathy nodded happily. She would do her best to hold onto Rampart's awesome load next time. From her experiences with her toys, she knew she had the muscle-control to manage it. It was just that it had been such a shock this time to have to take so much more cock than she had expected that she hadn't thought to try.

"Good girl. Now let's see about getting you cleaned up. Come along!"

Mandy led Cathy out the side door and across the small parking lot where the service trucks parked. It was empty now except for a battered Ford pickup in the far corner near the small maintenance building where Jerome Watts worked when he wasn't taking care of the school grounds or tending to the school mascot.

As she expected, Jerome was working on the small tractor he used to pull the big mower-deck over the athletic fields. It was an antique, he claimed, and should have been replaced years ago, but somehow the money to do so was always the first thing cut from the budget every year. Mandy knew to avoid the subject if possible, because Jerome could go on for quite a while about how much time he had to spend to keep it running.

This time it must be something underneath that had gone wrong, because Jerome was on his back with his legs sticking out from between the tractor's rear wheels.

"Hello Jerome," Mandy said.

"Hi, Mandy," came the answer from under the tractor. A large, dark, grease-covered hand came into view and tugged at the crotch of Jerome's dirty coverall, making some essential adjustment to the disposition of his genitals.

"Stop trying to show off, Jerome. I need a favor."

"You still want me to let you put a dog collar on my dick? Sorry. That shit is too gay for me."

"It wasn't a dog collar; it was a cock harness. It just looked like a dog collar to you because of the studs. And I never tried to turn you gay. I doubt it's possible anyway."

"You're not going to try to turn me into another one of your damn pets again?" Jerome sounded emphatic, but somehow disappointed at learning that she wasn't there on a recruiting mission.

"No, I want to introduce you to my newest pet. You'll like her. The two of you have something in common."

At the sound of the word "her" Jerome slid out from under the tractor on a mechanic's creeper. He looked up at Cathy and a smile broke across his face, revealing a double row of startlingly-white teeth. He looked her up and down and again felt the need to adjust the crotch of his coveralls.

Mandy led Cathy over to stand next to Jerome, who didn't feel it necessary to stand up for either of them, since he was certain that neither qualified as a lady, one because she was buck naked and Mandy because she was Mandy.

"Nice, isn't she?" Mandy prompted. Jerome was a man of few words unless you got him started on one of his favorite subjects.

Jerome nodded. "Sure is. What's that stuff on her legs?" He asked, ignoring Cathy's long nipples and clit to focus on something else because he was sure they were what Mandy wanted him to ask about and he didn't dare let her lead the conversation. "That what I think it is?"

"Probably not," Mandy said. "Remember I said you had something in common? Well I got you someone to help out with Rampart."

"She going to muck out his stall?"

"No, she's going to fuck out his balls."

"Say what?"

"That white stuff all over her legs is mule cum. She and the mule just got it on."

"No fucking way!"

"Every fucking way. Cathy, show Doubting Thomas here what that big ol' mule-dick did to your pussy."

Cathy stepped over the creeper so she was straddling it with her pussy directly over Jerome's head. She did a squat, stopping with her groin a foot away from Jerome's face so he could get a good look.

"Holeee fuck! That is one reamed-out snatch! You're telling me that stuff ... shit!"

Jerome barely managed to scoot out from under Cathy as a huge dollop of cum dropped out of her pussy to land just where his head had been a split-second before. He rolled off the creeper and jumped to his feet, wiping at his face in case some of it had got on him.

"You can't be squeamish, Jerome," Mandy said, peevishly. "You told me all about how you jerk off the mule before games so he doesn't embarrass the blue-hairs in the crowd by getting wood for the cheerleaders."

"Yeah? Well you told me a lot of crap, too!"

Mandy was so stunned a stiff breeze could have knocked her down.

"You mean all that was bullshit?" She asked Jerome.

"Un hunh."

Mandy and Cathy looked at each other like a rug had just been yanked out from under them both and any second now they were going to hit the ground hard.

"Oops," Mandy said at last.

Cathy started to speak, then remembered she still wore the leash and she couldn't. She thought about it for a few seconds, then straightened her spine and raised her head and smiled. Not only had she done something she had no business trying to do, she'd done it anyway, and quite well, judging from the outcome. Even better than that, it put her well ahead of Mandy on any point-scale you cared to use.

"Um," Mandy began, then stopped. Both Jerome and Cathy watched attentively. A speechless Mandy Stevens had to be the Eighth Wonder of the World.

"Can we borrow your hose?" She said at last.

"Maybe," Jerome said suspiciously, crossing his arms over his chest in an unconscious display of body language. Nobody ever got one-up on Mandy. Nobody. She was the county champion when it came to playing head-games. Jerome liked to think he'd pulled even by refusing to be manipulated, but now he thought he might actually be ahead and he was determined to stay there as long as possible. He could see that Cathy felt the same. Suddenly Jerome felt a strong affection for the naked Geometry teacher who had so obviously let Mandy mess with her mind.

"I just want to wash the cum off her legs!"

"Oh. OK." Jerome felt chagrined that he'd let her make him feel defensive, but when you were dealing with Mindfuck Mandy, you had to stay on your toes.

The cold water felt wonderful on Cathy's legs. She turned back and forth slowly so Jerome could play the stream of water over them and wash away the sticky mess. He was being very careful with the hose and she wondered why he bothered. It wasn't like he might accidentally get her dress wet or something. Then she realized, he was very carefully avoiding getting any on her clit and that was almost certainly because he was fascinated by it.

To check this, she turned away and then back and watched his eyes practically try to crawl out of his head to follow the movement.

None of this was lost on Mandy. She might have been flummoxed for a moment, but she was recovering quickly.

"You can watch if you want," Mandy said. It was vague enough to be construed any number of ways. She wanted to see which way Jerome would jump.

"Really?" Jerome said, noncommittally.

Mandy wondered for the umpteenth time how it was that a man with little education and an IQ that had to be in double-digits could defend himself better against her than any of the ivory-tower graduates up the hill.

"Yeah," she said.

"OK."

Stymied again, Mandy was tempted to fume. She started to stamp her foot, but realized just in time that that would have been admitting defeat.

Jerome shut off the water by tightening the nozzle, but didn't put the hose down.

"Would you mind if I watched?" he asked Cathy directly.

Cathy didn't even look at Mandy to get direction. She shook her head and smiled back at Jerome. She wouldn't mind at all if he watched her do anything. She felt the same kinship with Jerome that he did for her. More, she felt more comfortable with this man than with anyone else except Bung. Bung was a big teddy-bear she could bury herself in and feel safe. Jerome was a different sort of man. While clearly not the sharpest knife in the drawer, he seemed to radiate an empathy that went beyond intelligence. Cathy felt she could agree to let Jerome do anything he wanted and she wouldn't regret it. If he wanted to watch her mating with Rampart, he was welcome to do so. In fact, given the liberties she now knew she had taken with the animal, it was probably a good idea to have him there.

Mandy decided to quit while she was behind rather than risk shooting herself in the foot yet again. Obviously Cathy and Jerome had bonded over her failure to detect when she was the one being lied to, and trying to manipulate either of them now would only make things worse.

"Well," she thought, "if you can't push ... pull."

"Did you get it all?" she asked Jerome. "I think you missed a spot." She tugged on the string to illustrate her point by making Cathy's clit jiggle.

"Hmmmm," Jerome said, his hands unconsciously playing with the nozzle.

"Bingo!" Mandy thought, finding a chink in Jerome's armor at last.

"Is the water cold?" she asked.

"A bit," Jerome allowed. The gooseflesh on Cathy's legs proved that it was. It was why he had tried so hard to avoid spraying her clit with it. He couldn't imagine how sensitive that thing must be, but when he tried to, his dick throbbed.

"That's perfect," Mandy said. "Flush out that nasty pussy. I want her squeaky-clean."

Like many of Mandy's playmates, Jerome secretly envied her ability to get people to do things they would never think of doing without her encouragement. This was the first time he had the chance to be on the giving, not the receiving end of things and he found the idea appealing.

Cathy jumped at the suggestion of getting a cold water douche. She knew it wouldn't be comfortable at all. But she didn't want to go home to Bung with a pussy full of mule-cum and this was as good a way as any to fix that. Besides, a nasty pussy like hers deserved little better than a hose behind the shed. She backed up against the wall of the building with her hands pushing her butt forward. She spread her legs and tried not to think about how cold the water was.

Cathy's submissive posture and the smoldering, expectant, fearful look on her face made Jerome's cock almost jump out of his coveralls. For the third time, he reached down to make an adjustment. This time there wasn't any way to hide the bulge. Both women would know exactly how much this was turning him on.

Cathy certainly noticed. She stared right at the lump in his crotch and rolled her hips invitingly. It was all he could do to keep his hands on the hose, which he was holding in a death-grip.

"Don't you want to put it in her?" Mandy asked, slyly.

Jerome didn't know if he winced simply at the sound of her voice or because she had read his mind so accurately. He slowly twisted the hose nozzle until the water ran out at the slow speed of a drinking fountain. Holding the hose low, he stepped in front of Cathy and pushed the tip of the metal nozzle between her legs.

Water that felt cool before felt downright cold when Cathy felt it bubble over her labia. When it hit her clit, she gasped and grit her teeth to keep from crying out, but she kept her face up and her eyes open, looking right at Jerome.

Jerome looked into Cathy's face and thought this might be what it was like to take a virgin's cherry. He couldn't tell if the pleading look in her eyes was for him to stop or to go on, but he knew he wasn't going to stop, even if she screamed. When he admitted that to himself, he twisted the nozzle open to let the full force of his hose gush into her.

The cold water suddenly gushing up inside her was a completely new sensation for Cathy and equally as intense as anything she had ever felt before. Her body jerked and she rose up on her toes in a reflexive attempt to escape from the fountain in her pussy, but Jerome kept the nozzle buried in her and followed her movement. Cathy's eyelids flickered and her eyes threatened to roll back in her head as she felt the water flooding her every crevice, penetrating her completely, leaving no part untouched. She shook violently, but she couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the force of the water.

The sight of Cathy almost climbing the wall to escape the jet and the volume of water pouring down both her legs while she steadfastly held her gaze locked onto Jerome's face made the whole exercise worth the trip for Mandy. That she had finally recruited Jerome into one of her games, even if on her side, was a wonderful bonus.

The chilled water quickly sapped Cathy's already-depleted strength and she dropped from her toes to stand flat-footed, almost slumping against the wall. Her legs shook and her mouth sagged open. Her head fell back against the wall.

Jerome shut off the nozzle and took it out of Cathy. He stepped away and he and Mandy watched as the last of the water streamed out of her and ran in broad streams down both her legs.

"Damn," Jerome said, pointing.

Mandy followed his gesture and noticed that Cathy's big clit was jerking convulsively, like a finger beckoning.

"She cumming," he said.

"You made her cum," Mandy replied, making things more personal for Jerome.

"Yeah. Damn, that's hot."

"Take your cock out, Jerome."

Jerome's hand was on the zipper of his coveralls before he had a chance to consider the wisdom of his action. He pulled it all the way down to his crotch. When it hit the bottom, his fat cock fell out and hung there, pointing slightly upward and bobbing with a similar motion to Cathy's twitching clit.

Mandy only had to circle his shaft with her fingers and give a slight squeeze before Jerome's cock erupted with a stream of cum that arced to head-height before falling to splatter on the asphalt several feet away.

"Ungh!" Jerome grunted, stunned by the force of his ejaculation. It felt like his whole body was convulsing with the need to drive his cum as high and far as possible.

The second and third bursts went almost as far as the first. The fourth disappeared into Mandy's mouth just as she closed it over the end of his dick and sucked it as far into her throat as she could while it continued to eject smaller and smaller spurts.

The sight of Mandy sucking down his cum like it was the last dregs of her favorite flavor milkshake wasn't something Jerome ever expected to see. At the moment, though, it was just another surprise in an afternoon that seemed to be full of them. He reached down and cupped her face in his hand, feeling how her cheeks were pulled in tightly over his shaft and her tongue was busily working the most sensitive spot on his dick.

Stunned, he let her keep at it until the stimulation started to become uncomfortable. His whole groin ached like he'd got a cramp from cumming and Mandy was going at him so hard that he thought she might suck his nuts out through his dick. He put the heel of his free hand on her forehead and pushed her firmly but gently off of him.

Once deprived of his cock, Mandy's lips reached out and her mouth worked like she was a fish out of water. Jerome had never seen anything like it before. He suddenly felt like he was taking candy from a baby and he immediately let go of Mandy's head and let her latch back on. Fortunately, she took the hint and eased off the suction, just using enough so she didn't drool on herself.

Mandy couldn't imagine what possessed her to fall to her knees and try to swallow Jerome's cock. She just remembered seeing his cum land on the ground and thinking, "Don't waste it!" Now that she had his cock in her mouth, she discovered that she liked it. She liked the taste of it, the feel of it, and most importantly, she liked the idea that she had his complete attention and his full involvement for once.

"I really should stop this," she thought, reluctantly. "It's undignified. It's beneath me. It's ... is he getting hard again? I think he's getting another erection. He can't! It's too soon. I must be imagining it. I mean, I'd have to be doing a good job of this if he's getting hard again so soon."

In search of confirmation, Mandy looked up at Jerome's face across the ripped expanse of his abdomen. His head hung down, and his eyelids partly closed as if he were in a daydream. He was smiling.

Jerome had one hand cupping Mandy's face and with the other he stroked her hair. This wasn't the greatest blowjob he'd ever had, but then there's no such thing as a bad blowjob unless teeth are involved. She actually looked kind of cute down there with her lips stretched around his dick. For Jerome the added bonus was that while Mandy's lips were around his tool she couldn't talk. A speechless Mandy was great. A Mandy whose dangerous mouth was plugged with his dick was even better. As far as he was concerned, she could stay down there and suck all day if she wanted. He would enjoy the silence as much as the feel of her mouth. Well, almost as much. He had to admit she was enthusiastic. Jerome preferred enthusiasm to professionalism and eagerness over technique when it same to blowjobs. A girl who sucked his dick because she liked it was more fun than one who did it because she thought it was something she had to do.

Seeing her questioning look, Jerome's smile widened. He stroked her cheek and said, "There's a good girl. You're doing that just fine. Put your hands on there, too."

Mandy was thrilled to hear that. She didn't mind his directions one bit. She wrapped both her small hands around the base of Jerome's cock and began to squeeze in time with her sucking.

"Damn, girl!" Jerome said sincerely. "You are one fine cocksucker! If I'd known you were this talented, I would have let you put anything you wanted to on my dick."

Cocksucker wasn't even a term in Mandy's vocabulary. She considered it vulgar and demeaning. If someone had told her that one day she would find herself on her knees worshipping some man's Johnson just because she wanted to, she would have laughed first and then tried to make their life miserable. Yet here she was making sweet love to one in her mouth and loving it. If there was a more perfect illustration of the term, she couldn't think of it.

By now there was no longer any question of Jerome getting hard again. She could feel the softness disappear and the shiny skin become taut. The shaft became rigid in her hands and she had to pull down against its natural tendency to curve upward.

Mandy pulled back to admire her work. She kept hold with her hands but let the rest slip out of her mouth, trailing a streamer of saliva from the tip to her bottom lip.

"That's a very nice cock," she thought. "Long and thick, but not too big to fit into my mouth. I like the two-tone effect, with the dark skin of the shaft changes to pink just behind the head. It makes it look very sporty. Maybe if I do a good job sucking it, he'll let me accessorize it for him after all. A shiny steel ring around both his scrotum and cock would look very nice against his dark skin. It would make for a very nice presentation."

Mandy was about to resume work on her project when she noticed movement under her skirt. The front bulged up and two hands slid up her thighs just before two lips kissed her pussy and a tongue ran though her slit and across her clit.

"Aaaaaauuuuugghhhhhh!" she said, throatily and dropped Jerome's cock to pull up her skirt and look down at Cathy's face, her nose just poking over Mandy's mons.

For the second time, Mandy was struck dumb. She thought she should say something to Cathy, but nothing would come to mind. She worked her jaw a couple of times, just for practice, but still nothing came out. She looked up at Jerome with a slack jaw and a wide-eyed expression of dumbfounded helplessness.

Jerome would have paid half his wages for a camera. The shocked look on Mandy's face, the string of drool hanging from her chin, the way her body jerked each time Cathy licked her clit - all were worthy of immortalizing for posterity.

"Show me your tits," Jerome said, in a flash of inspiration. He wrapped his own hand around the base of his abandoned cock and waved it at Mandy as if it were a magic wand.

It may as well have been. With no change of her thunderstruck expression, she unbuttoned her smock, unhooked her bra and shrugged both off her shoulders to fall around her waist.

Jerome admired the view. Mandy's tits were nice and round and full. Not that big, but she didn't have the body for that. Her nipples were almost lost in her puffy pink areola.

Mandy saw him stare at her chest and looked down. She never considered her boobs to be anything special, but Jerome seemed to like what he saw and she was perfectly willing to defer to his judgment on the matter. Encouraged, she cupped her hands under her breasts and held them up for him.

This struck Jerome as seriously hot. His hand gripped his dick and he hauled back on it, pulling the skin back from the head so it seemed to swell even larger.

Mandy thought this was better than a standing ovation. She grinned and leaned back to give Jerome a better view while she massaged her boobs and teased her nipples.

"Ummmmmhhhhnnnnn", Jerome moaned, his hips jerking forward in reflex as he felt the familiar surge begin deep in his groin.

Mandy instantly grabbed his cock and plunged it back into her mouth, resuming sucking just as it exploded, spewing hot goo all over her tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm", she moaned happily, and swallowed quickly in case there was more to come.

Jerome's cock throbbed several more times, but no more cream was forthcoming. Mandy wasn't too disappointed at this, she was much more thrilled to simply have his cock in her mouth and be able to feel it pulse and shudder with his orgasm. It seemed a much more intimate thing to her than having a cock go off inside her pussy, where the nerve-endings were completely different. In her mouth, she could feel, taste, and smell it, and she found that a much more complete experience.

With the main attraction over, Mandy's attention went back to what Cathy was doing between her legs. The girl had her tongue deep in Mandy's pussy and seemed to be using it to explore every corner she could reach. It was making Mandy incredibly wet and she could feel Cathy's face, slick with her juice, sliding against the insides of her thighs.

Mandy felt a surge of heat that quickly built to a boiling intensity. Her pussy spasmed, forcing Cathy's tongue out. Cathy immediately attacked her clit and this pushed Mandy right over the edge into a climax.

"Oh, Godddddd!" Mandy said, her voice muffled and garbled by having Jerome's cock still in her mouth. She clung to Jerome for support while Cathy licked her clit again and again, pushing her orgasm higher and higher with each stoke of her tongue.

"Hunnnnnnnngggghhh!" Mandy grunted, her eyes clenched shut and her abdominal muscles jerking her clit around while Cathy chased after it.

"Haaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Mandy screamed over Jerome's cock. Cathy had sucked Mandy's clit between her lips to trap it so it couldn't escape and the incredibly intense sensation pushed Mandy's climax into sensory overload.

Mandy felt like her clit had been plugged into an electrical outlet. She twitched and jerked like a frog in a Biology lab. The twitching slowed and became less intense as her brain shut down the overloaded pathways. When Cathy finally let go of her clit, Mandy felt completely numb and completely sated. She hardly noticed when Jerome pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving it open, her jaw slack.

"Oooooooooooooooo," Mandy cooed, her eyes shut and her shoulders slumped. When Jerome picked her up and carried her over to sit her against the wall of the shed, she was completely limp.

Cathy bent down to pull up Mandy's bra and blouse, but Jerome put out a hand to stop her.

"Leave it," he said. "She's got a nice rack. We should let her show it off some before she comes to and turns back into her old self again."

Mandy may have been unresponsive to the point of catatonia, but she wasn't unconscious. She heard Jerome clearly. The part about her having a nice rack made her feel good. That he thought enough of them to want to ogle her, even after having his balls so thoroughly drained, felt like the highest of compliments. But the part about her turning back into her old self made her question something she hadn't bothered to worry about for some time - how people saw her. Jerome wasn't smart enough to play the kind of head-games she'd made her hobby. The fact that she'd swallowed his story about the mule was certainly more the result of her overthinking than his underhandedness. He'd already said it was something he did in retaliation for her attempts to manipulate him. If Jerome said he liked who she was now, that was probably the truth. Did she want to be someone he liked, or someone he dreaded?

The answer seemed so clear to her now. She tried to think why she would want to be someone he avoided to the point of hiding under a tractor until she was sure of her purpose. She looked around for Jerome, only to see his legs sticking out from under the tractor again. Either the thing still needed repair, or he wanted to be behind something solid when she recovered.

The Mandy Stevens who regained control of her body while propped against the maintenance shed with her tits out and her skirt up around her waist wasn't a significantly different person than she had been before, but she had considered someone else's point of view, and now she had a new perspective to consider.

Cathy gave her a hand as she got unsteadily to her feet.

"Thanks," Mandy said, and wondered when the last time was that she'd used that word. Her blouse was twisted up with her bra, so she took the whole mess off to separate them so she could get dressed again. While she was standing there, she looked at Cathy and then down at herself.

"Mine are just as nice as hers," she thought. "I'm not her age anymore, but I could walk around naked and have nothing to be ashamed about."

She toyed with the idea, but then put her clothes back on, rearranged her twisted panties and smoothed out her skirt. When she'd finished, Cathy handed her the end of the orange string.

"One of us is on a leash," Mandy thought. "But I'm starting to wonder which one of us it is."

When she went to say goodbye to Jerome and to remind him they'd be back so Cathy could have her mule-breeding, she heard snoring coming from under the tractor. She led Cathy back toward the Vocational Building before commenting, "That's two for two. Can we put the whole school to sleep?"

Cathy didn't reply, but she smiled to show she got the joke.

There wasn't a lot of prancing or brisk walking going back up the hill to the classroom buildings. Both Mandy and Cathy were tired and nearly in need of naps themselves. It was very late now and the school was empty. Mandy walked Cathy back to her room and outside her door she removed the leash.

"That was fun!" Cathy said, as soon as her symbolic restraint was off.

"Yes," Mandy said. "Yes, it was. Tomorrow then?"

"Sure," Cathy burbled and went for her bag and her books.

Mandy put the string in her pocket and went back to her own classroom to get her own things. As she walked, she remembered she had a date with Dan and something of a spring returned to her step.

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A good hot shower made Mandy feel refreshed and thinking about spending the evening with Dan gave her back her energy. While toweling-off, she caught herself humming.

"Why am I so perky?" she wondered. "After this afternoon, I aught to be dragging. I guess Cathy is rubbing off on me. Her sexual capacity is nothing short of amazing."

Mandy pulled the towel slowly through the gap between her legs, savoring the way the terrycloth rubbed her pussy.

"I'll never be able to match her physical capacity, though. When Rampart shoved his whole cock in her, I thought surely she'd be ruptured. I expected her to scream bloody murder. Instead, she just looked surprised. I wonder just how far she can go before she reaches either limit? Maybe there is a way I can find out. I'll have to think about that. It could be a lot of fun for both of us to take her right up to the edge of what she can stand. In the meantime, I need to see about expanding my own limits if I'm going to be playing as well as coaching."

Mandy turned to look at herself in the mirror, something she almost never did. The mirror was steamed-over from the shower and her reflection was just a hazy blur.

"I'll use the one in the closet," she thought and wrapped the towel around her.

As soon as she had stepped into her bedroom she stopped and looked down at herself.

"Why did I do that? There's no one here but me. Yet I put on a towel to go look at myself in the nude."

Mandy pulled the towel from around her torso and used it to dry her hair. She flipped on the light in her walk-in closet and looked at her reflection in the full-length wall mirror.

"Not the body of a 20-year-old. But not bad. Nothing sagging. Yet, anyway. Jerome seemed to like it. He even wanted to show me off to anyone who might come along. Like anyone would ever go down there. I guess it's the thought that counts, though."

She turned from side to side, mentally comparing her body to Cathy's and coming to the conclusion that if she got a bit more exercise and spent more time in the sun, she too could have a tanned, toned physique. Her boobs were too full and round to be perky, though. Not that that was a drawback. Even if she lost a bit of weight, she wouldn't qualify as coltish, but she'd still be happy with what she had.

"A bit shaggy down there," she observed, looking at her bushy pubic hair. "I should fix that. Where's that trimmer?"

After plugging in the electric trimmer, she sat on the towel on the floor and went to work. With the tip of her tongue poking out of her mouth, she took off all the stray hairs she could see and shortened her lush brown triangle back to a short brush.

"That's better. But now it looks a bit sparse. Maybe if I shape it up a bit. Just leave a vertical strip."

After another few minutes work, she still wasn't satisfied.

"I'm not very good at this. It looks ragged no matter what I do. I really should just take it all off and be done with it."

She was sitting on the side of the bathtub with her razor in one hand, rubbing shaving gel into her groin with the other when the strangeness of what she was doing hit her.

"I've never cared what I looked like down there before. Yet here I am about to shave someplace I never thought of as something someone might see, much less care what they thought of it. It feels exciting to think someone might be looking at this. 'Might be'? Hell, after all this trouble, I'll make sure that someone does!"

She very carefully went over the whole area with light strokes, taking off all the stubble to leave nothing but smooth skin behind. Then she applied baby oil to the shaved area and rubbed it in thoroughly. The rubbing got her aroused and she used more oil to coat her outer lips and then her inner labia. Finally, she rubbed some even further down between her legs, giving her wrinkled brown hole a good oiling as well.

"Hmmmmm," she moaned, as she rubbed her legs together to feel the slickness. "That's nice. But I should get some oil with a different scent. This stuff may be fine for the potty-training set, but I'd rather use something with more of an adult aroma. Wait a sec ... didn't Harvey give me a bottle of massage oil last year at the Christmas party? He meant it as a joke, I'm sure. I think I put it away somewhere. I certainly never expected to use it."

A search of the bottom drawer of her dresser turned up the bottle of oil still in the box with the nametag stuck to the top. Mandy opened the box and took out a small brown-glass bottle with a gaudy label.

"Dr. Love's Warming Massage Oil," she read in a revolted tone. "Gah! No wonder I never opened it."

She unscrewed the metal cap and sniffed. The odor was strongly floral, a combination of Patchouli and Lotus Blossom.

"At least it doesn't smell like baby oil."

She went back into the backroom and sat on the tub to apply the oil. When she tipped the bottle, more than she expected ran into her cupped palm and rather than have it run over and soak the towel, she quickly slathered it into her groin, working it in quickly and covering the area lavishly before capping the bottle and wiping her hand on a wad of tissues.

The warmth built slowly, but inexorably in the parts of her body that she'd rubbed the oil into. The feeling was wonderfully sensual, like feeling the sun on her body. As the heat continued to build, the sensuality intensified and she felt her more sensitive areas begin to engorge with blood in response to the heat.

"Oh! My! That's nice. That's almost like an aphrodisiac!"

Mandy spread her legs and saw her pussy open like a flower, her labia unfolding like red petals to reveal her bright pink vaginal opening. The heat continued to build, making her pussy-lips puffy and her clit swell as it spread.

"Wow! This stuff packs a kick. Maybe I shouldn't have used so much. Maybe I shouldn't have put it everywhere. Oh, damn, it's making my butthole tingle. That's really nice!"

When she was reasonably sure that the effect of the oil had reached its peak and wasn't going to get any warmer than it had, she got up and went to pick out the clothes she wanted to wear to Dan's.

"Don't I have anything pretty?" She thought, rummaging through her underwear drawer. "I thought I had one pair of French-cut. Why did I buy all these granny-panties? And where is that bra I got at Victoria's Secret? Oh, there it is, in the back."

The very conservative cotton panties and the black, push-up demi-bra didn't go together at all. The panties covered everything and the sexy bra barely hid her nipples, presenting her boobs as if on a shelf, uncovered to her areola. If she raised her arms or even breathed too deeply, she would pop right out of the thing. Mandy was looking at herself in the mirror, trying to decide what to do when the question became moot.

"What the heck? I thought that oil had run its course. I'm burning up!"

Falling back on the bed, she shucked out of the panties and lay there with her knees as widely-apart as she could manage, fanning herself with her hands until the sensation of heat dropped back from 'too hot' to 'barely comfortable'.

"I guess that solves that question," she laughed when things had cooled a bit. "I can't wear panties until the oil wears off."

The rest of her preparations went without incident. She did her hair and makeup, then carefully pulled on a clingy, scoop-neck, dark-blue knit dress with a thigh-length hem that she'd never before had occasion to wear and stepped into the pair of five-inch stiletto heels that she'd bought to go with the dress.

"Killer," she said, looking at the complete effect in the mirror. "Absolutely killer."

The bra did wonders for her cleavage, making her look like she was about to pop out of the low neckline of the dress, which clung to her figure from bust to mid-thigh. She smoothed out the material over her hips and luxuriated in the sensation of it on her naked skin.

"No panty-lines to worry about. But I will need to remember to keep checking to make sure it doesn't ride up. I wouldn't want to flash anyone."

As soon as she thought it, she realized that she did want to flash someone. She wanted very much to have someone notice that her pussy was bare under the dress. If not Dan, then ... someone.

She slowly eased the hem of the dress up her thighs until it slid up over her mons, revealing her baby-smooth sex. She posed in front of the mirror, first with her legs demurely together, then with them shoulder-width apart and her hips thrust defiantly forward to show off her newly-naked pussy.

"That would be very naughty of me," she smiled.

On the way to her car, Mandy discovered that the oil made walking a rather sensual experience in itself. Any rubbing between her legs rekindled the heat of the oil, making her butt and pussy feel like they were glowing with warmth. She had to drive over to Dan's with her knees apart to let things cool, but the walk from the car to his door warmed them right up again. When she reached the door, she was on fire once again.

"Hi, there!" Dan said when he opened the door. "You're looking..."

He stopped in mid-platitude, obviously what he saw and what he expected to see didn't match.

"Hum. I mean ... uh. Damn. I ... uh."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Mandy said, posing with one hand stroking her leg where before the door opened, she'd been fanning herself furiously. "May I come in?"

"Sure! I mean, please do. Holy crap, Mandy! You look amazing!"

"Sweet talker. Flattery will get you everywhere. Listen, I know we were going to stay here, but would you mind terribly if we went out to eat? After getting all fixed-up, I'd like to show-off a bit if you don't mind."

"Looking like that? I completely understand. I wouldn't mind being seen in public with a hot chick like you. Not at all! Let me turn off the oven and I'll get my jacket. People are going to think I'm dating Miss July."

"Thanks, but don't overdo it. I'm not quite centerfold material."

"I respectfully disagree. You look just that good."

"Liar. But the sentiment deserves a kiss anyway."

Mandy put her arms around Dan's neck and pressed herself against him. He kissed her, and ran his hands down her back to cup her butt in his fingers and press her hips against his.

When the kiss ended, Mandy said, "That's quite a lump you've got in your pants. Are you sure you want to be seen in public sporting a stiffy?"

"No one will be looking at me. But if you want to give me some help with it?"

"I'd be delighted. Show Mandy where it hurts."

Dan unzipped his pants and eased out his erection, expecting to be teased and then told to put it away, that she'd decided to leave him hard. To his complete surprise, Mandy wrapped her hand around his cock, slid to her knees and in one motion swallowed half his dick.

To the best of Dan's recollection, Mandy had never shown any interest in oral sex. Certainly not straight out of the blue, with no foreplay or build-up of any kind.

"It was just like she couldn't wait to get my dick in her mouth," he thought. "Oh, that's good. That thing with the tongue is very good. It feels like she's trying to swallow it. Where the hell did she learn that! Is cocksucking covered in her in-service training? Damn, I hope she made an A."

A short while later, Dan upgraded that to an A+.

"If you don't quit right now, you're going to make me cum," he said.

"UmHmmmm."

"Did you hear me? I'm about to cum in your mouth."

In reply, Mandy grabbed his legs with both hands and pulled her head back until the tip of his cock was resting on her tongue and he head was tilted back far enough for her to be sure Dan could see into her mouth, clearly giving him the option of watching his cock spew it's load down her throat. When he failed to take advantage right away, she gave it a kiss and left it hard and hanging.

"You put that thing away for now. I'm going to save that for dessert," she told him, getting to her feet.

"Damn, Mandy!" Dan said, only mildly disappointed that he wasn't going to get to cum, but very impressed with her willingness to play the slut for him.

"Now that I've had a taste of you, where are we going to eat?"

"Anyplace you like. Chez Ricardo? The Oaks? Parisienne?"

"How about The Grotto?"

"That place out by the interstate? You know that's a strip club?"

"I know. I've gotten used to looking at naked girls. Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

In fact, Mandy was interested in comparing herself to women who got paid to show their bodies. Just out of curiosity, of course.

As Dan gently stuffed his reluctantly-deflating cock back into his pants, Mandy noticed that she'd left so much lipstick on it that it looked just like a big peppermint stick.

"I wonder if anyone will notice," she thought. "Maybe if he goes to the men's room another man will get a peek at it and know where it got those marks."

Then she reflected that any man sneaking peeks at another man's equipment in the restroom was most likely gay, but still might appreciate how her lipstick marks showed that she had managed to swallow a substantial amount of Dan's cock.

"Not that it matters to me. I'm not looking to advertise for more business. I just want to brag a little on my achievements."

They took Dan's car, so of course he drove. Mandy sat in the passenger seat and tried to look feline. The effect was spoiled when the heat started to build again and she had to ease her legs apart to cool off. It rather ruined the look she hoped for, but Dan didn't seem to mind. He took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on her thigh, stroking it affectionately as he drove.

"This could be interesting," Mandy thought. "I haven't been felt-up in a car since I was sixteen."

She stayed put and watched as Dan grew bolder, easing his hand higher and higher until he hit the top and found her bare pussy.

"Took you long enough," Mandy said, sliding her dress up so it wouldn't be in Dan's way.

Dan looked over at Mandy with her dress up over her hips, her knees apart, brazenly showing him her pussy. He looked too long and when the tires began to rumble over the centerline reflectors he jerked the wheel back, nearly sending them onto the shoulder of the road. He recovered the car and his composure, in that order. Then he returned his hand to Mandy's lap, where he explored the unfamiliar territory while Mandy sat back and luxuriated in his touch on her bare skin.

"I feel like a teenager," Mandy thought as Dan's fingers explored. "I wonder if he'll pull over and drag me into the back seat."

Dan had better control than she expected. He drove one-handed the rest of the way to the club, stroking while Mandy purred.

"We're here," Dan said as he turned off the street. "You better cover up."

"Why? Don't you want anyone to see what you've been doing on the way over here? Look, you've made me all wet. If you're not going to fuck me right away, I need to let it air out."

Dan swallowed and drove up to the valet stand. In some ways, the new Mandy was turning out to be just as exciting as the old Mandy.

The valet was a young man just out of his teens who had taken the undemanding and part-time job to pick up some extra cash through tips that he could safely avoid reporting to the IRS. He had worked at The Grotto long enough to learn that there were many small services he could perform to enhance those tips and he was always alert for such opportunities. When he courteously opened Mandy's door and offered her a hand to help her out of the car, he nearly dropped the plastic token when she put her leg out and he got a flash of her overheated and bare pussy. She had his rapt attention as she stepped out of the car and pulled her dress down, smoothing it in place over her tush and thighs.

"Keep it close," Dan said, making the fixated valet jump in surprise at suddenly hearing his voice. "We may be leaving in a hurry."

"Oh, right!" The valet said, handing over the token. "Yessir! No problem."

As Dan and Mandy walked into the club, the valet's attention was on Mandy's behind and how her dress clung to the curves of what he now knew to be her naked ass.

"I totally understand how you might be in a hurry to get that home and in the sack, buddy. That's one hot piece of tail," the valet said under his breath, never realizing that he was talking about his younger sister's Home Economics teacher.

In The Grotto, the tables with food service were on a balcony above the main floor of the club, where the tiny, closely-spaced tables were intended just for drinks, and so the club could pack as many people as close to the stage as possible and charge a ringside cover for them. The restaurant level still had a good view of the stage, but without the intimacy of being able to reach out and reward a girl who had just given you a close-up look at her charms.

When their drink order had been taken by the waiter who showed them to their table, Dan and Mandy turned their attention to the entertainment. The girl on stage at the moment was a petite blonde with a truly impressive bust that she was busy showing at close range to anyone holding out a tip. Dan thought they might be a G-cup or better. He started to ask Mandy what she thought, but he desisted. She might say something catty, like "Those are not real!" Like he cared if a figure like that was the result of nature or had been surgically enhanced. To his mind, it was spectacular either way and worthy of admiration no matter how it was achieved.

"Would I look better with boobs that big?" Mandy asked, when the girl bowed off the stage.

"No," Dan said, relieved to know the correct answer to that question. "You look beautiful just the way you are."

"No, seriously. Do you like my boobs?" Mandy asked, thinking of how Jerome had thought so highly of them that he hadn't let Cathy cover them up. She leaned forward so Dan could get a good view of the cleavage she'd gone to so much trouble to display.

Not being a fool, Dan took the opportunity to stare blatantly at Mandy's chest.

She straightened her shoulders and posed, waiting for his verdict.

After due deliberation, Dan said, "They're magnificent."

Mandy ceased to care if he was being honest or not. A compliment is a compliment, after all. "Magnificent" was better than she'd hoped for, even allowing for Dan's prejudice and the cantilevered effect of the bra.

"Thank you," she said, politely.

"My pleasure," Dan said, continuing to stare well past the point of politeness.

"I suppose I asked for this," Mandy thought. "Now he's going to stare as much as he likes and I can't say a word about it."

The waiter delivered his vodka martini and her Cosmopolitan. She took a sip and thought about Dan staring and whether she really wanted him to stop. She felt self-conscious about such blatant admiration, but she also felt it was high praise of the most basic kind. No doubt he expected her to become flustered and ask him to stop.

"Like hell," she decided. "Why did I dress up like this if not to have him look at me?"

Mandy dipped her fingertip into her drink and languorously stroked the curve of her right breast with it, leaving a damp trail behind.

Dan watched her finger as if it were the moving finger of fate, about to leave him a message of cosmic significance on Mandy's skin. When she put the finger in her mouth and licked it clean, she thought he was about to climb over the table to get to her.

"I can get used to this," Mandy thought. "I don't have to say a word. I don't have to lead him, cajole him, or bribe him. He's ready, willing, and eager to do anything I want."

Mandy took another sip. "I've got just what I want right here. A man who looks at me like I'm the most beautiful, sexy, exciting woman on the planet. He wants me so bad he can't wait to get me home. I can't imagine anything better than this."

"Dan?" Mandy said in a soft voice.

"Yes?"

"Is it hard again?"

"You better believe it is."

"Would you like me to kiss it and make it all better?"

Dan gulped his drink. He wasn't sure what she was suggesting. This was a public place and they were on a balcony where anyone could see them. He'd been partly kidding about having another erection, but that was fast becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"Yes," he said in a low voice. "I would."

"Right here?" Mandy asked, rubbing her foot along the inside of his calf.

"Well, um..."

"Do you want to take it out and let me kiss it right here at the table?"

"I ... ah..."

"I see you do, you naughty boy. Well, open your napkin in your lap and unzip your fly, then take it out and make it as comfortable as you can."

"Uh ... OK."

When he was done, Dan's vertical cock made the napkin look like a teepee. Mandy could see it sticking up above the edge of the table.

"You're joking! You can't be that big."

"Oh, it is."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Just a peek so I know you're not putting me on. Go on, no one's looking. Let me see it."

Dan eased the napkin further and further down until the edge of it was just hiding his cock. He look a fast glance around to be sure no one was looking his way, then he pulled the napkin down just far enough to expose the glossy head of his cock for a second then he pulled it back up.

"Now Dan, fair's fair. You got to stare at my boobs. Let me have a good look."

With a deep sigh that said, "I hope I don't live to regret this," Dan lowered the napkin again and let Mandy look.

Look she did. Long and hard. Dan waited as long as he possibly could, until the tension became too much to bear, then he covered up again.

"Lovely," Mandy said. "You have a very lovely cock, Dan. You should be proud of it."

"Unhunh."

"What's the matter? Is it even harder than before? Didn't giving it some air help at all?"

"No."

"All right, I promised to kiss it for you. Would you like me to keep my promise."

"Yes."

Mandy could tell from the way Dan had gone all monosyllabic that he was in a bad way. His cock was so hard that the head had looked positively purplish. She doubted he would be able to put his cock away now, even if she let him.

"All right. Do exactly as I say. Wrap your left hand around that beast and hold it as tightly as you can. Don't let it move an inch. Now slowly slide your chair back from the table. Be casual. There's no one behind you, so go on back."

When Mandy judged that Dan was far enough from the table, she got up, walked around to stand between Dan and the other tables on the balcony, hiked up her skirt, jerked away the napkin, and sat down on Dan's lap, impaling her pussy on his hard cock.

"Ummph!" Dan said when she landed in his lap.

Mandy tugged the front of her dress down far enough so it wouldn't be obvious that it was up in the back and squirmed to get comfortable on Dan's lap.

"Are you OK?" Mandy asked, trying to keep her breathing under control. She'd been wet enough to do this ever since the car, and sitting with her legs together had driven the heat in her pussy to the point where desperate measures were called for. This was as desperate as it got. Still, suddenly having Dan's impressive cock suddenly invade her pussy to the hilt was more of a shock than she'd planned for and she was having a difficult time pretending that nothing was going on but a bit of friendly lap-sitting.

"Fine," Dan said in a voice that said he was anything but fine. "You?"

"I'm good. Isn't this better than peck on the pecker?"

"Oooooh, yeeeesssssss!"

"I'm not too heavy for you?"

"Nooooo."

"Let me know when you're about to cum, will you."

"Oh, God!"

"Already?"

"No! I mean. I didn't..."

Mandy clenched her PC muscle and Dan went quiet. Encouraged, she did it again. And again. And again.

"Hmmmm!" Dan moaned, overcome with the sensation and the situation. A gorgeous woman was using her pussy to squeeze his dick in a very public place and he was on the verge of a rather intense orgasm as a result.

"Poor baby," Mandy said, sympathetically. She put her arms around his neck and leaned against him, putting her mouth up to his ear and kissing it.

"I want you," Mandy whispered urgently, "to cum in me. I want your big hard cock to squirt all up inside me. I want to feel it in me. I want you to make my pussy all sticky and gooey. I want you to know that I'm sitting there eating dinner with your cum inside me, trying to keep it from leaking out all over the chair. I want you to think of me walking out of here with your cum running down my legs..."

That was all it took. Dan moaned deeply and Mandy felt his cock throb and the ensuing surge of sticky heat that meant he had ejaculated.

Mandy did the best she could not to climax herself. It was a near thing. In the end, she clamped down hard on his cock while she carefully got to her feet, jerked the napkin back into place and quickly returned to her seat where she gingerly sat down with her spine straight and her knees together.

Both Dan and Mandy needed time to recover. Dan managed to clean up his cock with his napkin and get it back inside his pants, hopefully without anyone noticing. He had just managed it when the waiter came back for their dinner order.

The process of ordering dinner was difficult. Both Dan and Mandy listened to his glib spiel with poorly-concealed impatience. Even before he could finish reciting the specials, they had both ordered the first thing he'd said and handed over the menus.

"Is he gone?" Mandy said, poking in her purse to have an excuse to hide her flushed face.

"Yes. What did we order?"

"I haven't a clue. Something with blanched almonds, I think. Does it matter?"

"I suppose not. Damn, that was intense."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oooooh, yes. You?"

"Not as much as you, but I didn't want to scream like I would have if we were alone and I could let go."

"I promise I will make that up to you."

"How chivalrous of you!"

"It's the least I can do."

"Are you sure you'll be up to it later? That was quite an impressive delivery you made. I feel all warm and slick inside."

"You keep on like that and I'll be able to do it again right away."

"Would you like to bend me over the table and fuck me with everyone watching?"

"I might just do that."

"I'll scream my head off. I'll tell everyone how good your cock is making me feel."

"They'll throw us out. If they don't call the police."

"In this place? They may just turn the spotlight around and make us into the entertainment."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Mandy thought about that. Her hobby usually involved putting other people 'on-stage' while she stood in the wings and enjoyed the show from a detached perspective. Now she was taking a much more active role in things and she found she enjoyed the attention. Her answer was also being affected by the fact that the two goals of keeping her legs together so she wouldn't leak all over the place, and keeping her pussy cool so it wouldn't boil-over from the lingering effects of the massage oil were completely incompatible. At the moment, her legs were tightly crossed, but she could tell she wasn't going to be able to keep them that way for very long.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I would."

"You enjoyed showing off for the valet. I saw him staring. I'm sure he's out there thinking about what he saw and dreaming about getting a piece of you. Does it turn you on to know that you have that kind of affect on men?"

"Very much."

"Would you like me to give you the chance to show off in front of people?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much."

"Good, because the way you look, I have no problem with everyone seeing you strut your stuff. You know, this place has an amateur-night?"

"Really?"

"Would you like me to sign you up? Then you could get up on that stage and let everyone see how hot you are."

The word 'hot' reminded Mandy that she was becoming extremely uncomfortable. This conversation wasn't doing much to help her keep control of herself either.

"Give me a few weeks in the gym. When I'm ready, you can sign me up and I'll do my best to win the contest for you."

"Deal." Dan held out his glass and they toasted their agreement.

To get her mind off her immediate problem, Mandy turned her attention back to the stage. A cute redhead with a wide spangle of freckles across her cheeks, nose, shoulders and chest had just come up onto the stage. Unlike the blonde, who had worn a tiny g-string, this girl was completely nude, showing every inch of creamy-white skin on her body that wasn't covered by the hair on her head or her neat triangle of pubic hair, which Mandy suspected had been left so that there only so there would be no doubt in the minds of interested parties that the collar and cuffs matched. From the girl's alabaster skin, firm breasts high on her chest, and nubile figure it was obvious that she was barely old enough to vote and couldn't have been performing in a place like The Grotto for very long. As remarkable as she was for her youth and beauty, Mandy was more immediately impressed with the clear-acrylic high-heeled shoes she wore. They were so extremely-elevated that she almost seemed to be walking on-point, like a ballerina. Mandy thought her own stilettos were uncomfortably high, but these must be torture to even stand up in.

"They do wonders for her legs and her butt," Mandy noted. "They really make the muscles in her ass stand out under that layer of baby-fat. But they're really impractical for anything. I don't see how she can walk in those things, much less dance in them."

The redheaded girl went about proving that she could walk just fine in the mile-high heels. She seemed quite comfortable as she moved in time to the music from seductive pose to seductive pose rather than attempting any real dance steps. It was still a mesmerizing performance and the crowd noise faded noticeably as she caught everyone's attention. Her perfectly-proportioned, smoothly-muscled body, flowing dark-red hair, and the way she moved - like a tigress in heat - seemed positively hypnotic. The expression on the girl's face reinforced the impression. It was a look of primal lust, a blatant invitation to copulation that reinforced her animalistic presentation and turned her freckles from a mark of physical immaturity into something like a leopard's spots.

"Isn't that Kelly Lynch?" Dan asked, interrupting Mandy's torrid fantasy of the dancer as a big cat on the prowl for a mate. "Didn't she graduate just last year? She was a cheerleader too, I believe."

"Head cheerleader," Mandy corrected distractedly. It was jarring to suddenly make the mental connection between this embodiment of sexuality on stage and the spoiled, over-dressed, snobbish, socially-connected debutante from her class. She vividly remembered that Kelly either hadn't bothered to do the assignments, or had put forth only the minimum amount of effort required; something that Mandy took as an insult. If it had been up to Mandy, she would have gotten a failing grade and wouldn't have graduated with her class at the end of the year. She'd been saved from that indignity and from losing most of her vacation-time to summer-school by the timely intervention of a member of the school board, who had come over personally to discuss the matter with that gutless prick Principal Elgin Kershaw. Kershaw had not only revised Kelly's grade to a passing one, but had raised it all the way to a 'B' on the strength of nothing more than the high social standing of the Lynch family.

"I'm not surprised I didn't recognize her," Mandy said under her breath. "This is the last place on Earth I'd expect to find Miss Kelly Lynch."

Mandy now watched Kelly's performance from an entirely new perspective. The girl certainly had learned some new moves since she'd last seen her shaking pompons and doing high-kicks on the sidelines during football season. Her stage routine lacked the jumps and splits of a cheerleader's repertoire, instead incorporating wanton writhing and flagrant sexual posturing. Mandy was impressed when she rolled her shoulders back and flexed her pectoral muscles to make her boobs rise up so that her perky carnelian nipples appeared to beckon from their perch on her chest; something that must have taken a lot of practice to master. Mandy surreptitiously tried it and failed miserably. When Kelly leaned back against the brass pole and undulated her abdomen, she realized that Kelly must have a truly amazing degree of muscle control. When she turned and pulled herself up the pole, lewdly pressing her pussy against the shiny metal shaft so that it parted her outer lips and bore directly on her clit, Mandy gasped in sympathy at the contact. Then Mandy's jaw dropped even further when Kelly let go of the pole and leaned back, legs and arms extended while holding herself in place with just her thighs. The phallic appearance of the pole rising up between Kelly's legs was blatant and unmistakable.

"Doesn't her father own that chain of hardware stores?" Mandy asked while keeping her attention on the stage. "What's the name, 'Handy Hank's Hardware'?"

"They went out of business when HomeLine Superstores opened in this part of the state," Dan said, "A couple of regional home-improvement chains and lumberyards went under at about the same time, along with most of the neighborhood hardware stores. The smaller companies couldn't compete against the big corporations with their huge stores and cheap international suppliers."

"Pity," Mandy said with little conviction. The sight of Kelly Lynch, exhibiting her lovely young body on stage in a semi-notorious strip club on the outskirts of town, instead of ruling campus society from an upper-crust sorority house at the University while wearing the latest collegiate fashions, meant that the once-prominent Lynch family had fallen on hard times indeed.

For a moment, Mandy felt a surge of satisfaction that Kelly had come to this. The girl had been a major pain in class and Mandy had thought many times about how she might get revenge on her. Now, she had the satisfaction of seeing the girl reduced to exhibiting that remarkable young body in public...

"Just like I'm planning on doing," Mandy remembered. She drained her Cosmopolitan and pushed the glass away. She watched the girl dance, admiring her balance and her repertoire of moves and the difficulty of doing them while perched on those atrociously high heels and thought about the flavor of revenge.

"Ashes," she decided as a sense of guilt settled on her shoulders like a dead albatross. "It tastes like ashes. I should call her and see if she'll give me some pointers on winning the amateur contest. I'll tell her how beautiful and sexy she looks and how much I admire her for helping her family like this. It must have been hard for the girl to go from prima-donna to stripper. I doubt I could have done it. It has to have been mortifying for her to do it in a town this size. I bet most of the people in here know who she is. Maybe they're all having the same conversation we are. No, I certainly couldn't do what she's done. Not do it that well and certainly not while managing to look like I was enjoying it. She actually looks like she's enjoying this."

When Mandy looked back at Dan, she saw he was looking at her, not at the stage.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked. "You suddenly look very serious."

Mandy smiled at him and tried to get her mood back. He didn't need to hear how she'd just learned that she was even more of a spoiled brat than she'd thought Kelly had been. Or maybe it was just that she didn't want to admit it...

"How do you stand on corporal punishment?" she asked. "I know it was banned quite a while ago. Do you ever feel like taking one of your students ... what was the expression... 'out behind the woodshed'?"

Dan laughed. The change of subject caught him off guard and he had to take a moment to change mental gears.

"Of course. Lot's of times. A good swat on the butt on occasion would do some of those kids a world of good."

"I want you to spank me," Mandy said. "I need a good one."

"You're not serious!"

"I want you to put me over your lap and blister my butt for me. I need a good lesson in humility and when to keep my judgmental nose out of things that are none of my business."

Dan had been about to say something about Mandy getting kinkier by the minute. He wisely refrained. She was perfectly serious. She felt she had something to atone for, even if only symbolically.

"All right," he said. "I'll punish you. You obviously think you deserve it. Maybe you do."

Mandy felt better hearing that. It was as if some of the guilt she felt had been lifted from her.

Dinner arrived and they both ate in silence. Mandy used what little brainpower she had leftover from keeping her pussy under control to think of any other cases where she had been overly-judgmental of people. Dan divided his attention between the food and Kelly Lynch for as long as she held the stage, something he considered a sincere compliment to Kelly, given the price of the meal he was eating. Had his balls not been so recently drained, his priorities would have been different.

"Odd the things fate will do to people," he mused. "Or the changes that it makes us go through. Kelly has a great body and she's a wonderful dancer. She seems to like her work, too. I've see a lot of fake smiles on dancers and that's not one of them. She never would have gotten into this line of work if her father's business hadn't failed so badly.

"Mandy seems to be going through a change herself. She used to be so detached, so calculating, so controlling, so manipulative. Now she drops to her knees and sucks dick at the drop of a zipper. She's finally using her body for something other than a way to carry her head around. And speaking of her head, she's obviously having a good housecleaning inside there. I don't think I've ever heard her admit remorse before this. Whatever she's going through, I want to be there for her."

When dinner was over, Dan saw that Mandy was still preoccupied with whatever had been bothering her. He assumed it was something to do with Kelly Lynch, but he hadn't wanted to make her mood worse, so he hadn't asked for an explanation. Now, though, it was time to get her mind off of whatever it was.

Dan paid the check and escorted Mandy out of the club. At the valet stand the attendant recognized them and started to go for the car.

"Wait!" Dan called, and the attendant came trotting back.

"Yessir?"

"Where did you put my car?"

"Around the side here, right where you said, sir."

"Fine. That's fine. Nevermind going for it then, we'll walk. Here's something for your trouble anyway," he said, handing over a good tip and taking back his key.

"No problem, sir! Thank you sir!"

"Come along, tramp!" Dan said to Mandy. "You're going to get what's coming to you!"

"What?" Mandy said, surprised at Dan's sudden change of tone. "I thought..."

"You've been doing too much thinking. I think that's your problem. You think you can get away with acting like a spoiled girl. Well, I'm going to treat you like one! Get around there! Come on!"

Mandy trotted obediently down the walkway toward the parking lot alongside the building. She looked back at Dan and past him she saw the valet watching them with a leer on his face.

Dan glanced back and saw the boy's grin. He hooked a finger at him and said, "You might want to come watch this. You might need to know how to handle a spoiled bitch someday."

"Yessir," the valet said agreeably, and followed both of them past a screen of landscaped foliage to a conveniently-secluded but nevertheless well-lit spot beside the building.

When Mandy reached the car, she stopped, unsure of what she should do. Dan stopped a few feet away and pointed at the hood of the car.

"Go on, I know you've had to be punished before. You know the position. Bend over the car."

Mandy leaned on the hood just behind the wheelwell. She put her hands down and looked back.

"He's serious," she thought. "He's going to spank me out here in the parking lot with that boy watching. Well, I asked for it. I just never thought..."

"No cheating now!" Dan said in a growl. "Get those tits down and that dress up. I want a clear shot at your ass."

"Oh, God!" Mandy said. But she leaned further onto the car, put her hands behind her and pulled her skirt up, exposing her bare butt.

"Spread your legs," Dan told her. "Get that ass in the air," Dan ordered and Mandy complied, easing her feet apart until she could feel the night air between her legs.

"See that ass?" he asked the valet. "See that lily-white ass? She loves showing that off. Well, in a minute it's going to be a very red, very sore ass."

Without further warning, Dan smacked Mandy squarely on the buttcheek with his hand. The sound seemed as loud as a gunshot and it seemed to echo off the building.

"OW!" Mandy cried, startled at the force of the blow. "That hurt!"

Dan didn't answer. He just hit her again, just as hard.

"Oooooowwwwww!" Mandy squealed and started shifting her weight from foot to foot, wiggling her butt in a futile attempt to avoid being hit.

"Pleeeeeasse!" Mandy cried, dancing on her toes with her face pressed against the car as Dan drew back to give her another swat.

"Pow!" went his hand on her bare ass and her pussy spasmed as she lost control of her PC muscle. All Dan's cum and her own juice gushed out to spatter on the ground and run down the inside of both thighs. There seemed to be a lot more of than she'd thought. It was a wonder that she'd managed to hang on as long as she had.

"I thought so!" Dan said accusingly, and Mandy knew that was what he had been aiming for all along.

"You've been fucking in public again, haven't you? Don't bother to deny it. The proof is all over you."

"See what I have to put up with?" Dan asked the valet, who had stopped grinning and was staring with an astonished look as though Mandy had done a magic trick. "See what oversexed tramps will do if you don't watch them every second? She's been letting any guy with a stiff dick and a full pair of balls make donations to her own private sperm bank. She thinks it's cute to walk around with her pussy full of jizz. When she gets a few loads in her, she gets this insufferably smug attitude, like the cat that swallowed the canary."

"I suppose you want some more now, don't you?" Dan said to Mandy. "Maybe you want... ," he squinted at the valet's nametag in the dim orange light, "Tom here to fill you up again, don't you?"

"Nooooo!" Mandy wailed, unsure of where Dan was taking this, but committed to following his lead. She had, after all, asked to be punished, she was hardly in a position to criticize the method.

Tom seemed unsure if he was about to be called on to perform or not. His dick was already half-hard from what he'd seen and it twitched in his pants like a snake coiling to strike. His hand went to his crotch by reflex. He was holding his zipper when Mandy raised up and looked back at him over her shoulder. As she watched in growing dismay, he pulled it down and reached into his pants.

"No! Please! I'll be good! Don't let him fuck me!"

"Why not? His jizz is just as good as those guys you were putting out for in the hall by the men's room. But, all right, I'll just have him fuck your ass instead. Get over here, Tom. I hope you don't mind going in the back door. The alternative is floppy fourths, I'm afraid. You probably don't want to go where everyone has gone before."

"Not my ass! Please! Not that!" Mandy whined.

Tom stepped up behind Mandy and hauled out his dick, which she could see was quite large and growing larger and thicker by the second. Even with a good dose of lube, Mandy thought it would hurt like hell to have that crammed into her inexperienced rectum.

"Surely Dan won't take this that far," she thought. "He'll stop this any time now."

"I aught to put up a sign and let anyone who comes long have a go at you," Dan said. "But if you admit you've been a bad girl, maybe I won't. Have you been bad?"

"Yeeessssss!" Mandy cried emphatically, still craning her neck to watch as Tom spat into his palm and began enthusiastically fisting his cock to get it stiff enough to penetrate her brown hole.

"And you needed to be punished, didn't you?"

"Yes! But please don't let him fuck my ass! I promise I'll be good!"

Tom slapped his stiff dick against her bright red ass and she flinched at its touch as though it were a red-hot poker. He laid the length of it into the cleft between her butt-cheeks and began humping his hips. If Dan was going to stop him, it would have to be soon.

"And you're sorry for what you did?" Dan demanded.

"Yessss! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again. I promise!"

"Gee, I don't know. Tom looks like he's all ready to go. I'd hate to disappoint the boy now. And I really think I'd enjoy watching him nail your ass right here on the car while you try your best not to scream and draw a crowd. In fact, since you object so strongly to the idea, I think that's exactly what you need. Go on and pull those cheeks apart so he can get started."

Mandy reluctantly obeyed, stretching her ass-cheeks apart and wondering just how far Dan was prepared to go with her punishment.

"Surely he won't let this boy take me right here in the parking lot!" she thought, even as she felt her asshole pucker in anticipation of what it was about to receive.

Tom put the head of his cock against Mandy's hole, seating it firmly in place before squaring up his hips and bracing for a dry-entry.

"NOOOOOOO!" Mandy wailed. "Please! The last time I took it in my ass I couldn't sit down for days!"

"Which was perfectly true," she thought, "and mainly why I never let anyone do that to me again. But I was 17 at the time and that boy's cock was much smaller. If Tom gets that thing into me, I may have to stand up for a week. Damn you, Dan! You know this is making me hot."

"Well, maybe this is a bit harsh," Dan said in a considerate tone. "Tom here has a real donkey-dick on him and I imagine it's going to hurt like hell when he rams that fucker in you ... Oh, what the heck. Go ahead, Tom. Give her a taste of it so she won't forget her promise."

Tom leaned into his work, forcing the blunt head of his cock into Mandy's ass.

"No-no-no-no-no-no-no-OH! OWWWwwwwwww!" Mandy cried as Tom's pole slowly stretched and then popped through her tight sphincter.

"Oh, damn!" she said as she felt her anal ring snap snugly around his shaft behind the head. "Oh, that's big! Oh, shit! Please take it out! Pleasepleasepleeeeeeease!"

"Oh, no," Dan said, leaning over to inspect the progress Tom was making. "He's got quite a bit more to give you. I'm curious to see how much you can take. But I'll make one concession ... you get to do the hard part. You get to butt-fuck yourself! Come on bitch, work that ass. Tom, don't help. Make her do the work."

Mandy looked back at Dan with an expression that, had it been translated into words, would have contained several chapters of profanity and a few of pornography. Holding his eyes with hers, she held tightly onto her ass-cheeks as she carefully rolled her hips one way and then the other, working her aching ass onto Tom's cock one millimeter at a time.

Mandy knew that making her impale herself on Tom's cock was an act of consideration, and that it would hurt much less this way than if Dan had let Tom pound away at her until her asshole was raw. This way, she could dictate the pace and try to relax into it as much as possible. Still, it was agonizing to feel her rectum stretch wider and wider as she slowly forced herself onto Tom's thick shaft. The pain would have been unbearable but for the intense eroticism of the situation. Even so, after making good early progress, she had to stop and wait for her overstressed sphincter to adjust to its new diameter.

"Please," she begged plaintively, in between shuddering breaths. "No more. It's too big. I can't take any more. He's going to wreck my asshole with that thing."

"Really?" Dan asked. "Your cunt didn't seem to have any trouble sucking up all that cum with your cunt. I think your ass should get a workout as well. After all, a real slut uses every hole she has. Now that's enough procrastinating. Tom? See how deep this bitch is."

"Yes, sir!" Tom said, and grabbed Mandy's wrists. He leaned into his work while pulling back on her arms, forcing her back to arch. The strain of the position forced her breasts to pop out of the shelf of her bra to sit cradled in the low neckline of her dress, leaving her traitorously-stiff nipples pointing at the stars.

"Good job!" Dan exclaimed. "Now drive it all the way in. Give her the whole thing."

Mandy's eyes tried to roll up in her head as Tom forced the last few inches through her hole until his hips pressed against her butt and his balls slapped her pussy. The pain of having his thick root wedged into her ass was overwhelming and she failed to react in time when he released her wrists and let her drop face-down onto the hood of the car with her jaw slack and an her eyes rolling. As much as it hurt, the feeling of having her ass so totally invaded, of being penetrated so deeply that she swore she could feel her colon being straightened, was a profoundly arousing experience. As she lay limply with her cheek on the cool metal hood and a string of drool oozing from the corner of her mouth, she realized that it wouldn't take very much at all to make her cum, despite being totally convinced that if Tom shoved a bit more of his cock into her, it would force her mouth open and the head would come out between her lips. The belief was so strong that she straightened her neck and opened her mouth in anticipation.

"Nothing to say?" Dan asked, seeing her mouth soundlessly open.

Mandy just laid there limply as Tom ground his hips against her butt, trying to get her to react and becoming frustrated when she didn't.

"OK, Tom," Dan said when he saw how much his game had taken out of Mandy. "I guess that's enough. I think she's learned her lesson. You can take it out now."

"Sir? I mean, sure thing sir," Tom said, disappointedly. He gave Mandy's ass a last hump before grudgingly pulling away, slowly dragging his dick back out of her. It seemed to be almost as difficult to remove as it had to put in, but that might just have been his reluctance to abandon territory that he had just conquered.

Mandy was too far gone to rejoice a the news that her ordeal was almost over. She just lay and moaned as Tom's cock was withdrawn. She tried to tell herself that the moaning was simply in relief, but she knew that was a lie. When the head of his cock finally came free, the emptiness she felt was as much an emotional reaction as the physical sensation of air blowing into her ravaged anus.

Both Dan and Tom had to check out the aftermath. Tom whistled at the gaping hole he'd made of Mandy's over-stretched rectum. As they watched, it began the slow process of closing, but it was obvious that it would be some time before it returned to anything like normalcy.

"Good job," Dan told Tom. "There's a roll of paper towels in the back if you want to wipe off. Then help me clean the bitch up, will you? I don't want all that spunk on my seatcovers."

"Sure thing, sir," Tom grumbled and cleaned himself up before stuffing his still-stiff dick back into his pants. He'd gotten more out of this than he'd expected, even if he hadn't gotten to fill the bitch's butt with his cum. When he told the story to his buddies later, that would be the way it ended, with her colon flooded with his seed and a dreamy look on her face.

With two of them working on wiping her off, Mandy was soon clean enough to be allowed in the car without endangering the upholstery. Tom held the door and smiled as she sheepishly backed off of the hood and tugged her dress down, holding it protectively over her butt as she eased into the front seat, a position that made it ride up in front and rewarded Tom with another look at her bare pussy.

"That was great," he thought. "I was balls-deep in that ass and she was starting to love it. Now that I've got her opened up, it'll go easier for her next time. Her ass is probably missing my dick already. I'm sure she'll be back for more. And sloppy or not, I bet that's some prime pussy, too. If she comes back here by herself, I'm going to nail her good. If she gets off on having guys cream her quim, she'll love it when I unload in her. Hell, I cum by the bucketful."

With Mandy safely shut away, Dan turned to Tom and said in a confidential tone, "Do me a favor? I'm going enter this tramp in the amateur night contest in a few weeks, but first she needs some training and an attitude adjustment. If she comes back here again without me, you have my permission to bend her over and paddle her butt just like I did tonight. Can you handle that?"

"No problem!" Tom said enthusiastically. "You can count on me."

Dan smiled and nodded before walking around to the driver's side of the car. Tom stood next to the passenger door, pointedly stroking the lump in his inseam as Mandy watched through the window and tried to stop thinking about how far inside her that lump had gone.

On the drive back, Mandy couldn't get comfortable. She sat first on one cheek and then the other, finally sliding down so most of her weight was on her back.

"Does it hurt?" Dan asked.

"Yes," Mandy said flatly. "It does. And not just from the paddling. Couldn't you have picked a less-well-hung valet to teach me a lesson? It feels like his cock is still in me."

"Believe me, I had no idea. But you got off lucky. Tom's a pretty husky fellow. I wasn't sure I could pry him off you once he got it in. He might have done some real damage if he'd got going."

"Oh my!" Mandy exclaimed as she envisioned how much worse the stretching could have been if Tom had been more aggressive. As it was, the only way she could get her asshole to close was to clench her cheeks together.

"If it's that sore, turn around and kneel on the seat. Recline the back if you want."

Mandy did as he suggested. Kneeling on the seat with her butt up was better than trying to sit on it. Dan tugged her dress up so he could examine her ass.

"That's not too bad," he said, looking her over at a traffic light. "Your cheeks are nice and pink, but your asshole is shrinking. I don't think you're going to need to stock up on diapers. Just keep it up like that and it will stop hurting after a while."

"Thank you, Dan" Mandy said.

"You're very welcome. Did you get punished enough?"

"Yes. It was perfect. I feel much better now."

"You'll have to watch out for Tom, there. Now that he's had a taste, you know he's going to want a bigger piece of you the next time he sees you?"

"Yes. You as much as told him I was fair game. I feel like there's a target pinned to my butt, so I'm going to be looking over my shoulder whenever I'm out from now on. I'll try not to let him catch me alone, but if he does, you know I'll have to play the tramp you made me out to be. I just hope he doesn't get me anytime soon. My tushie needs time to recuperate."

"That will keep you on your toes."

"Being on the lookout? Or being ass-fucked on a car hood?"

"Both, I imagine. Better carry some lube around with you too, just in case."

"That's a good idea. I'll do that."

"So, do you feel better now about whatever it was that was bothering you?"

"Some. Atonement is good for the soul. But I still need to go see Kelly Lynch."

"OK. Why?"

"Because I wished something bad would happen to her and it did."

"Do you own stock in HomeLine, Inc.? Do you sit on their board of directors?"

"No."

"Then you aren't responsible."

"This isn't about her, it's about me. I need to know she's all right so I can forgive myself."

"I guess I can see that. But she looked fine to me tonight."

"To me too," Mandy laughed. "But she's a stripper. She used to be a socialite."

"She's working. Lots of people don't have jobs."

"But as a stripper?"

"Mandy, before you get all moralistic about the girl taking her clothes off for money, you should know she earns more than you do. Or than I do, come to think of it."

"You're kidding."

"No. And she only works a couple of hours a night. Figure that out as an hourly wage."

"Jeez!"

"Still feeling sorry for poor Kelly? The girl with no social standing but a killer body that earns her more money in a night than you make in a week? Plus, as teachers, we're not exactly high on the social scale either. She may outrank us. After all, we don't get tips."

"OK, Kelly isn't the poor unfortunate I thought she was. I still need to go talk to her."

"Why?"

"To see if she'll teach me to strip. If I win that contest, I may change careers."

"With your imagination, you're sure to make a good one. You have the body for it, after all."

"That sounded sincere."

"It was. You need to get out of those damn smocks and into things like that dress more often."

"Seems to me I've been more out of it than in it tonight," Mandy said, wagging her pink rear.

"Then take it off."

"What? Here? It's the middle of downtown!"

"Take. It. Off."

Mandy stared at Dan for a few seconds, then she pulled the knit dress off her shoulders and pushed it down to her waist. She turned over and put her stinging butt down long on the seat long enough to wriggle out of it.

"Throw it in the back seat. The bra too."

Mandy unhooked her bra and shrugged out of it. She dropped both garments into the back seat of the car and sat down in the leather car seat, wearing only her shoes and a shocked expression. She looked around to see if any cars were close enough to see her. None were, but she sank down lower in the seat anyway.

At the next redlight, Dan put the car into park, got out, opened the rear door, snatched her clothes and ran to the back of the car. Mandy saw the trunk go up and then down again. When Dan got back in, he wasn't carrying her clothes.

"Just so you can't chicken out," he said.

Mandy tried to scrunch down as far as she could. She put one arm over her breasts and the other hand in her lap.

At the next intersection, in the busiest part of downtown, Dan stopped the car and turned to Mandy.

"Get out."

"What? No!"

"Out! Now! Or I'll come around and drag you out."

"You're not going to leave me here. I'll be..."

"What? Arrested? Nudity is legal now. You should know that better than anyone, seeing as how you've had your own pet nudist to play with the last couple of days. Come on. You wanted to show-off. Think of it as a game. You like playing games. Play this one with me. I promise I'll pick you up at the next block."

Dan reached over and pulled the handle, opening the door. Mandy looked daggers at Dan then she jumped out and slammed the door.

Dan called out, "Enjoy your walk," then drove off, leaving her standing on the corner in her heels and nothing else.

"Damn," she said, looking down at her feet. "I'm naked except for my shoes and I feel over-dressed. I should be wearing flats or sandals. Heels don't go with this outfit."

That section of downtown had undergone a recent round of revitalization, which meant a lot of new shops, restaurants, and bars had been given tax breaks for moving into older buildings as a means of displacing the homeless who had started to take shelter in the area. This time of night, even a weeknight, there were people on the sidewalks and traffic in the streets. Nowhere near as many as there would be during the day, but enough that Mandy couldn't hope to go unnoticed.

Her first instinct was to cringe, to hide behind something and wait for Dan to come looking for her.

"That's absurd," she thought. "I can do this. Cathy does it all the time. She's so unselfconscious about it now that I've started to forget she's naked. Well, not really. But I could, if we weren't ... Oh hell, just get on with it."

Mandy started off down the sidewalk, her head high and her stride brisk. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the concrete. She passed a man and a woman. Both nodded and smiled. The man kept his eyes on her a good bit longer than a friendly greeting to a stranger really warranted, but then he was gone.

Next, she passed three men in suits, obviously just coming from a business dinner. All looked at her. All smiled. All three walked on past.

"This isn't hurting me in the least," Mandy thought. "I'm just not used to being naked in public, except in my nightmares. Oh no! I forgot about my butt! Everyone can see I've been spanked! Dammit, Dan. You planned to do this. You made my butt rosy red and you turned me out so everyone could get a look at it and know I'd been bad enough to need to be punished. At least they can't tell my ass has been reamed-out. Oh well, nothing to do about that now. Just keep my head up and hope nobody says anything about it."

The next people she encountered were a group of four young men in jeans and t-shirts. They were laughing and talking when she saw them, but when they saw her, there was a sudden pause while they stopped and stared as she approached.

"Oh, brother! Get a load of that!" One said, a bit too loudly. "I have died and gone to heaven and here come the angels to greet me!"

"Shut up Ron! You're drunk!"

"That's for sure. But I'm not blind drunk!"

"Going to a party, honey? Want some company?"

"Frat boys," Mandy said to herself. "Just ignore them and keep walking."

"Don't be that way! Come on with us. Let us buy you a drink. Or two. Or three."

A hand reached out to grab her arm and before she knew it, she was in the middle of the group, with friendly arms and roving hands every which way she looked.

"They're drunker than they look," Mandy realized from the almost ineffectual groping she received. "They aren't dangerous. Just loaded and playful."

"OK, guys," she said. "You want to go to a party with me?"

The chorus of responses was all in the affirmative, if some of them were a trifle slurred.

"Fine, but it's a nudist party. If you want to come, you have to leave your clothes here."

"Here?"

"But..."

"I dunno."

"Hununh."

"I'm not taking my clothes off!"

"OK, then. See you around!" Mandy said cheerfully, and pushed her way out of the group, walking away and waving goodbye.

Three waved back. The other was still insisting emphatically that he wasn't going to take his clothes off for anyone. None of them seemed to have noticed her red rear-end.

Mandy reached the corner and looked around. Dan's car was parked across the street and he had the engine running. As she approached he rolled the window down.

"Hop in," he said.

"I don't think so," Mandy replied. "It's nice out. I'll walk a while longer."

Three equally-uneventful blocks later, Mandy let Dan pick her up. When she got into the car, she felt like a new woman.

"That was very enlightening," she announced. "Not to mention exhilarating, exciting, terrifying, and mortifying."

"Thinking of becoming a nudist?"

"No. At least, not full-time. But I think I could do this on a casual basis. And next time I'm wearing flats."

"Finding new respect for Cathy and the Nudist Club?"

"Only tons. I'm going to have to think about this. It's all too new to take in right now. Let's go home."

"OK," Dan said, happy that he had managed to take her mind off of Kelly Lynch and how guilty she felt about the girl.

When they got to Dan's house, Mandy opened her door and got out. She was halfway to the door when she heard the trunk slam and Dan waved her clothes at her.

"Forget something?"

"Yes. Thanks."

She waited for him to catch up, a hand casually on her hip, the warmth of her fingers reminding her of her nudity and the fact that her butt had finally stopped stinging. She looked down at her body for the first time since Dan had made her get out of the car.

"'Vulnerable' is the best word," she thought. "I'm completely vulnerable. That's quite a change. I don't remember the last time I felt this way."

When Dan came up with her clothes, she put her arms around him and kissed him, pressing herself against him and letting her body beg for his touch. He kissed back and it was a while before they managed to get into the house.

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A couple of hours later, Mandy stuck her head up to look at the clock on the bedside table.

"Oh, no!" she said. "I've got to go. It's late."

"Stay," Dan said, reaching out to stroke her arm.

Mandy started to say something flip, then thought about the implication of that one-word request.

"Not tonight," she said, leaving the issue open for further discussion at a later time. "My stuff is all at my place. Not to mention my clothes."

It didn't take long for Mandy to gather her things. After a brief contemplation of the heels and a brief discussion with her feet, she decided it wasn't worth the time it would take to get dressed.

"See you tomorrow," she said, leaning over to kiss Dan goodbye, then she made sure her keys were in her purse and she walked out to her car.

The feeling of her bare feet on the ground brought home to her the experience of being nude much more effectively than clomping around in her high-heeled shoes ever could. Having the air move over her skin was one thing, but having bare skin in direct physical contact with her environment made it much more involving an experience. She had to fight the urge to run and hide all over again. She felt much better once she was in her car.

"What's going to happen to performers like Kelly when people take nudity for granted?" she wondered. "Is she going to be out of a job? It's still a novelty now, but if those girls and their Nudist Club catch on, I can see it becoming a popular fashion for a lot of teenage girls and those boys who are willing to risk showing off their gallant reflex. Eventually the novelty of it will wear off and skin will be just one more fashion option for those not completely committed to the lifestyle."

Mandy pondered the issue some more. "I think there will always be a place for beauty and a way to display it," she decided. "Kelly and that little blonde girl probably have nothing to fear. Men will always want to look at beautiful girls who have elevated being sexy to an art form and will almost certainly be willing to pay for the privilege. This might usher in a new Victorian Age, since those who can get paid for being nude will not be willing to give it away, so the sexiest women will be the ones wearing clothes. Then, of course, others will start covering up as well, so men will think they are sexy too. And around and around it goes. Hemlines up - hemlines down - clothes on - clothes off. The pendulum just swings higher and higher each time."

By the time Mandy got home, she was so tired she went straight to bed ... literally.

"I aught to take a shower first," she thought as she pulled the covers back. Then she reconsidered. "Screw that," she thought as she fell into bed.

Her last thought before she fell asleep was that she should pack an overnight bag and stick it in the trunk of her car the next time she and Dan went out - just in case he repeated his request that she stay.

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The following day, when Mandy returned to her classroom after supervising the morning milking session, she found Emily VanDevender waiting for her.

"What's this then?" Mandy wondered. Emily was sitting in the 'guest chair' in the corner of the room that was normally only used by visitors or student teachers who occasionally audited Mandy's classes. That Mandy had been able to hang onto the piece of furniture was due more to her status as the sole Home Economics instructor in the school than any desire on her part to accessorize the room.

"She's here about that little scene with Cathy," Mandy decided. "I must have really got to her if she's been sitting her waiting for me. This should be interesting."

"Good morning, Emily," Mandy said, trying to be pleasant but formal. "How are you today?"

Emily jumped to her feet as though she had been deeply in thought and Mandy's arrival startled her. She shuffled over to Mandy's desk and stood with her eyes down and her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.

"Good morning, Miss Stevens," Mandy said, shyly.

"Not mad, then," Mandy thought, but didn't reply right away. "That's good."

Mandy used the pause to unload her bookbag onto her desk. "What's going on with that skirt? She's wearing the same starched blouse she always wears, and buttoned all the way to her neck as usual, but that skirt is a good bit shorter than her usual style. And the way she's fiddling with it. Oh! I get it. Oh, Emily! You naughty girl! I took your panties, so you aren't wearing any. That's pretty clear. She wants to play. OK, Emily. We'll play. Now what kind of game would the prim Miss VanDevender like? Getting her to join Cathy as a Nudist would be fun, but for some reason she's too protective of her boobs to be willing to strip down. I'll have to work around that. As much as I'd like to have a peek, I know that will have to wait until she's ready for it. Can't be anything too radical. She's too naive to be willing to go along with something too extreme. Better come up with something quick, though. No telling how long the poor thing has been waiting."

Mandy sat down in her chair and organized her books and papers while leaving Emily standing awkwardly by the desk, still nervously fingering the hemline of her skirt.

"Don't fidget," Mandy said without looking up.

Emily stopped tugging at her skirt and tried to stand still. It obviously wasn't easy for her. Mandy could almost feel how tense the girl was.

"Posture," Mandy admonished. "You have a lovely body. People will be looking at you. Pose for them. Shoulders back. Head up. Chest out. Hips forward."

"I sound like a drill-sergeant," Mandy thought as she suppressed a smile. "Is that what she wants? Cathy just needs a suggestion and she's off to the races. From her clothes and her manner, I'd say Emily probably had something of a strict upbringing. It looks like she's been conditioned to respond to a firm hand. That makes things easy."

Emily obeyed each instruction. Mandy thought the resulting appearance of poise was a great improvement over the shyness the girl had been projecting. That gave her the direction she'd been looking for. Something Emily would willingly accept being told to do.

"Put your left hand on your thigh and your right hand on your hip. No, lower. That's right. Good. Now listen carefully. You are lovely. You are desirable. You exude a perfume from every pore that drives both men and women into a sexual frenzy. Do not be ashamed of this. Relish it. Savor the effect you have on people. Show them you appreciate their desire. Allow them to admire you. Welcome their lust. It is their homage to your beauty."

The change in Emily impressed even Mandy. The girl took in every word she said and made it a reality.

"Perfect," Mandy announced. "I want you to keep all this in mind for the rest of the day and then come back after class and we'll discuss how you feel about being a sexual goddess. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Stevens," Emily said, obediently.

"More assurance, please. You are a force of nature, an archetype. You are the embodiment of lust on two legs. Heads will turn. Men will whistle. Women will gasp. Boys will undergo puberty in your presence."

"Yes, Miss Stevens." The voice of a woman sure of her right to stand atop a pedestal rang forth from Emily's mouth.

"This," Mandy thought, "is going to be fun. This girl walked in here to put herself into my hands to do with whatever I wanted. She'd be on her knees licking my pussy if I told her to. There's an idea! Maybe later. I do believe if I keep reinforcing this Goddess thing, I can make her into one. Maybe I can unleash a force of nature. That will be fun!"

"Magnificent!" Mandy said. "You are the Goddess of Fertility. Flowers will bloom where you walk. Your breath is an aphrodisiac. Try not to instigate any orgies until after school hours. Now, I believe you had something to show me?"

"Yes, Miss Stevens." Assured, poised, almost regal.

Emily reached for the hem of her skirt and started to pick it up.

"Wait," Mandy said. "Not like that. Not like a magician jerking away the silk scarf. Tease. Entice. Build the tension. Reveal, don't flash."

Emily smoothed her skirt down and tried again. She stepped closer to Mandy and stood with her feet shoulder-width apart. She slid her hands slowly down the outside of her thighs and then around to the front, caressing her legs and savoring the feel of the cloth on her skin. Pressing her skirt against her, she eased it higher and higher until the hem slid up high enough to uncover her bare mons and her narrow pubic strip. She stood with her hips forward, displaying rather than exposing herself to Mandy.

"Ahhhh," Mandy said, appreciatively. "Aphrodite reborn. Truly these are the lips that every male seeks to part with his manhood. This is the primal cleft from which all erotic pleasure springs. Please! Cover yourself, lest you blind me."

Emily smiled, the very image of Venus. "Kiss me," she commanded, her outthrust hips leaving no doubt as to where.

Mandy leaned forward and put her lips between Emily's labia and her nose on her clit and stuck her tongue into her slit, wiggling it rapidly from side to side as deeply into Emily's pussy as she could reach.

"Ssssssssssssss," Emily sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth. "Oh, my!" she said, realizing that she might be a goddess, but Mandy knew more about eating pussy than she could have imagined.

Mandy licked her way up Emily's sex, laving her labia with her saliva and sucking briefly on the short girlish folds of flesh on her way to Emily's clit, which she flicked her tongue across several times before plunging her lips onto the small nub to give it a brief suck.

"Smack!" Mandy pulled her lips off Emily's clit, releasing it and leaving it twitching as Emily's pussy tried to climb back up to Mandy's mouth.

"Ummm," Emily moaned, her hips moving in a blatantly carnal plea for Mandy to resume.

Mandy stood up and put one arm around Emily's waist while cupping her pussy with her other palm, one finger curled inside to rest gently and maddeningly on her g-spot. She leaned close to Emily, brushing her lips against the girl's and said, "You make everyone else worship you. But you only cum for me. You go out and collect all the sexual energy you can and you bring it back and let me ignite it. I want to see your eyes roll back and your back arch and your body quiver as you surrender it all to me."

Emily whimpered her understanding. The look on her face said she was already prepared to offer up a hefty charge for Mandy to harvest. The way her vaginal muscles contracted again and again on Mandy's finger spoke volumes about the sensitivity of the erogenous zone Mandy was barely touching.

"Good girl," Mandy said, removing her finger and giving Emily a teasing stroke between her legs before releasing her.

The Emily who smoothed her skirt back into place was still a goddess, but a goddess aroused, rampant with her Attribute and glowing with her Power. The look of arousal on her face as she stepped back away from Mandy's grasp changed to a purposeful, smoldering look of determination to show Mandy an orgasm worthy of Emily's new position in the pantheon of deities.

The girl who left Mandy's classroom walked with a degree of poise bordering on the regal. Her proud body moved in ways that Mandy was certain would draw gazes like a magnet draws iron. Mandy could almost hear the ball-bearings roll in her hips, back and shoulders as she walked down the hall. Mandy had the urge to stick her head out and watch to see the heads turn, but she resisted.

"Let's see how well she brings this off," Mandy chuckled to herself. "Before I bring her off. I'll keep reminding her she has to earn her orgasms. By the end of the day, she'll be so ready to cum she'll practically explode if I look at her hard."

Mandy's smile showed many teeth. Her recent experiences had brought her to the verge of turning over a new leaf, of swearing off manipulating people for her own amusement. Now she was faced with a dilemma, which was that some people are just natural submissives who need guidance and a firm hand to help them come to their full potential. While she suspected that she might just be rationalizing, it did seem perfectly logical not to make too many changes too suddenly.

With that, she took out her steno pad and started to make notes on her new strategy for using her influence to help people get in touch with their true natures.

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Emma Mather could no more take a hint than she could flap her arms and fly. Even Principal Kershaw's strongly-worded warning that she should mind her own business in the matter of the Nudist Club had not dimmed her conviction that she was the sole arbiter of right and wrong and it was her duty to inform anyone who would sit still long enough of her objection to the current situation. At present her soapbox stood next to the coffee machine in the teacher's lounge.

"It's sinful!" she insisted to Brad Grogan, who had come to refill his cup and had his imitation-tweed jacket seized by its lapel before he could retreat.

"Umhunh", he said in what he hoped was as noncommittal a grunt as he could manage. He looked around to see if there was someone who might save him from Emma's clutches, but all the other teachers present were quite content to have her spew her bile over him instead of them.

"They're walking around in just what they were born in!" Emma declaimed.

"Just like the Garden of Eden," Brad mumbled, hoping the biblical reference would pacify the old biddy long enough for him to pry her claws from his coat.

"Exactly! And when Eve and Adam ate of the fruit of knowledge they knew they were naked and they were ashamed! Just as those girls should be ashamed."

"Of what?" Brad asked, innocently.

"Of their bodies, of course."

"Why?" he asked, allowing himself to be draw into the spirit of the debate. "If the original sin was one of knowledge, not their nakedness, then these kids have no cause for shame. In fact, wouldn't that make teachers the modern-day equivalent of the snake in the Garden?"

"The snake represents the influence of Satan," Emma parroted.

"So you are an agent of Satan, are you?" Brad asked. "And these kids are the innocents whose souls you pollute with knowledge?"

"No!" Emma said, momentarily nonplussed by having someone refute her pedantic assertion.

"OK, not Satan. But the fact is, you're reenacting the story. Ah! You're playing the part of God. You give them some knowledge in class, but you want to forbid them to know themselves by being naked. Now that they've disobeyed, you want them punished."

"Yes, punished."

"Would stoning be enough, Emma? Or would you rather get Medieval on them and maybe burn them at the stake? I wonder how God feels about you usurping his authority. Now excuse me, I have to prepare for my next class."

Brad was out the door and down the hall before Emma closed her mouth. He'd left his coffee behind, but he wasn't going back for it. He felt as though he'd narrowly escaped being dragged before the Inquisition, and he'd be damned if he was going to risk guilt by association for listening to any more of Emma's sedition. The way the winds of change were blowing through the school, anyone bucking the trend would likely be asked to leave by the Board, and Brad wanted to stick around to see where all this was headed.

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By the time the weekend arrived, something of a routine had settled in. Kim, Cerise and Tammy were joined by several other girls intent on shedding their inhibitions along with their clothes and even a couple of brave boys had joined the group - a development that raised eyebrows around the school to new heights, but about which no one dared comment. The inevitable displays of youthful tumescence were cause for admiration on the part of those of both sexes who were disposed to find such things attractive and a short-lived competition broke out among some of the female students to see who could provoke the gallant reflex and how high it would rise for them. This bit of playfulness died a swift death when the boys began to take regular preventive measures in the restrooms between classes to inoculate themselves against the girls' flirtation. It only took a couple of readings of zero-interest on the peter-meter before the game was swiftly abandoned. No girl wanted to risk the humiliation of being unable to generate so much as a twitch of interest.

The Dairy Club became an accredited school organization. Mandy arrived at Principal Kershaw's office prepared to explain the club's charter and goals in the mildest of terms (that is, without mentioning the proposed branding and breeding), but Kershaw signed the form as soon as he saw what it was.

"Humpf," He said, perfunctorily scratching his signature. "I've seen what you've done to Miss Kelvin's tits and her, um, well I'm not sure it's quite to my taste, but as long as you get a release from your members who are over 18 and signed permission from the parents of those who are younger, you can play whatever games you like with them. I know you will anyway. At least this gives us something to hide behind if you happen to go too far."

Mandy knew she should have quit while she was ahead, but she couldn't resist getting in one jab for old times sake.

"How do you know it's not to your taste if you haven't tried it?" she asked innocently.

The blank look on Kershaw's face was the reaction she expected, so she forged ahead.

"What if I put you down for a pint of cream? Just so you can decide for yourself if you like it or not?"

"What? You ... you mean?" Kershaw stammered.

"Or I can arrange for you to get it straight from the source if you'd prefer. No extra charge."

"Ahmm. Hah. Ur. Uh."

Mandy waited patiently for him to resume coherent speech.

"How ... ah. I mean. No, thank you."

"Really? It's wonderful in coffee. Are you sure you wouldn't like to try it. My cows - I mean our members are very proud of their product."

"I'm ... I'm sure they are. But I'm, ah, oh shoot. Put me down for a pint. But please don't tell me which girl it came from. I'd rather not know."

"Fair enough," Mandy said, scribbling a note on her pad. Supplying Kershaw with dairy products would mean diverting product from Mr. Park, but the deal she'd made with that canny businessman hadn't committed her to any specific quantities. The potential lost revenue wouldn't even be that substantial given the remarkable production capacity being demonstrated by her best cows, notably Sally Granger, whose output exceeded that of a real cow. No, this would be an investment. Kershaw could hardly deny knowledge of her activities if he were on the books as a regular customer.

Outside the office, Mandy stopped to retrieve Cathy from the care of Principal Kershaw's secretary, Susan Lowry. Susan, who preferred the title Administrative Assistant, was gingerly holding the loop of Cathy's shiny new black-leather leash. The other end being attached through a small snap-swivel to the matching half-inch-wide leather collar circling the base of Cathy's greatly-enlarged clit. The collar was decorated with tiny chrome-plated stars that did an excellent job of catching the light and drawing attention to the systematically-modified organ of which both Cathy and Mandy were justly proud.

Cathy stood patiently by Susan's desk in her usual posture with her arms folded behind her back, her spine straight and her hips slightly forward to best present her pride and glory.

Susan had tried to be complacent about being given charge of Mandy's pet. She'd accepted the leash without asking any questions, but her determination to keep working while a naked, submissive young woman with long, drooping nipples and a clit the size, shape, and apparent firmness of a large man's little finger stood placidly within arms' reach had dissolved into a game of 'sneak a peek'.

Cathy, of course, did nothing to discourage Susan's attention. The snug leather band around her clit did an excellent job of keeping it erect and horizontal, a situation that display it to best effect, especially when viewed in profile, as Cathy was careful to arrange.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Mandy asked when she saw that Susan's attention had wandered.

"Yes, very," Susan answered, embarrassed to have Mandy return to find she had become distracted.

"Did you pet her? She loves it when you pet her."

"What? No! I wouldn't..."

"Then you've just been teasing her? That's not very nice of you. If I left you a puppy you would have petted it, wouldn't you?" Mandy asked in a tone as bereft of sarcasm as she could manage.

"Um, I suppose," Susan agreed uncertainly. The reasonably-put, but decidedly-odd question didn't exactly make her uncomfortable, but she would have had to have just flown in from Venus not to be aware of how easily Mandy could manipulate you.

Under Mandy's expectant gaze, Susan apologetically put out a hand and gently patted Cathy on the side of her leg.

Cathy responded by sidling closer to Susan, inviting further contact.

Totally by reflex, Susan stroked the back of Cathy's thigh, sliding her fingers as far down as the back of her knee.

"She has wonderful skin," Susan thought. "No wonder she decided to become a Nudist. I wish I had skin like this."

Susan stroked Cathy again, this time starting at her pert butt.

Cathy briefly flexed her gluteus muscle, giving a fair imitation of a horse shivering a muscle at an unexpected touch, as though shaking off a fly before it could bite. The reaction surprised but pleased Susan, who grew bolder now that she had reconnoitered the territory. She laid her whole hand on Cathy and stroked her again, this time feeling the toned muscles under that wonderful skin.

"Fine bit of girl-flesh, isn't she?" Mandy asked casually.

"Yes. Yes, she is," Susan agreed, getting comfortable with the idea of treating Cathy as something less than human.

"Quite insatiable," Mandy said. "Sexually, I mean," she added when Susan looked up at her.

"Really?" Susan asked, intrigued.

"Oh, yes. That's why I have to keep her on a leash," Mandy went on. "Otherwise, she'd be out fucking anything with a hard-on."

"Oh, my!" Susan said. "Really? Anything?" This conversation kept making sharp turns that she hadn't seen coming. She wasn't sure how much to take of what Mandy said at face value, but she certainly had her complete attention.

"Anything," Mandy confirmed. "You wouldn't believe the things she's had between her legs."

Susan didn't bother to reply to that. She just sat and listened raptly.

"Gotcha!" Mandy thought when she saw Susan's jaw drop and her lips begin to part. From this point on, she knew she could say anything at all and Susan would just listen and nod.

"Oh, yes. You don't suppose someone with a normal sex-drive would want to have a clit like that, do you? Noooo. She's crammed things into herself that would make the average woman cringe. Practically everything that would fit and a few things that didn't - until she made them fit. And cocks! She's had some of the biggest cocks you've ever seen pumping absolutely gallons of cum into her. Would you like to see what that will do to a girl's pussy?"

Susan's attention couldn't have been pried away from Mandy with a crowbar. Spellbound, she felt her head nod all by itself. It felt as light as a party balloon.

Cathy loved it when Mandy told people she had a voracious sex-drive and would fuck anything with a cock, the bigger the better. It did wonders for her ego and after all, it was mostly true.

"Hell, it's all true," Cathy thought. "If there is a cock bigger than Bung's or Rampart's, it must be attached to an elephant. And I have put some pretty strange stuff in there. I guess I just love it when she uses me as an example of someone with no barriers - someone who will try anything. It makes me feel like I can do anything. Mostly it makes me seriously horny. Like now."

Susan looked up at Cathy as though seeing her in a new light. Before, she had felt somewhat embarrassed for Cathy that she had let Mandy turn her into a pet, but she figured that if that's what Cathy wanted, then she had nothing to say in the matter. Now, even if she believed half of what Mandy was saying, then Cathy was one of the most sexually-adventurous people she'd ever heard of. Looking Cathy up and down, she noticed that the long nipples that had been drooping just a moment ago were starting to rise up from their curving posture to poke out straighter.

"Was that my imagination?" Susan wondered, suddenly glancing down at Cathy's big clit. "Did it just move on its own? Damn! It did. It twitched. It's getting bigger, too. Just like a man's cock. Oh, damn. It's so big! It's so big now she could fuck me with it. Oh! Why did I think that? That's nasty!"

Susan looked back at Mandy and Mandy could read the thought from her face as clearly as if she had spoken it aloud. When Mandy's eyebrows went up a fraction as if in surprise; Susan suddenly wondered if she had actually spoken aloud. Her hands flew to her mouth as though she thought she could catch her words and shove them back inside. She pressed her fingers firmly against her lips to prevent anything else like that from escaping.

In fact, Mandy had no idea that Susan had conceived such a hotly-charged fantasy. She simply believed she had just gotten an answer to her question.

"Cathy," Mandy said, picking up the leash Susan had dropped and giving it a tug. "Get up here and show Miss Lowry your pussy."

Cathy smiled happily. She very much enjoyed doing this. She loved seeing the shocked and amazed looks of people's faces when they saw her pussy. She swung one leg over Susan's knees to stand between her and the desk with her legs spread and her ass against the old wood. She slowly eased back until she was sitting on the desk, then she picked up one foot after the other and hooked her ankles into the arms of the chair Susan was sitting in.

Susan sat transfixed as Cathy pulled with her legs, rolling Susan closer while leaning back on her elbows and opening her legs. When the chair bumped to a halt against the desk, Susan found herself looking down into a cavity that looked more like a pink, wet cave than a girl's pussy.

"Oh my God!" Susan exclaimed, as Mandy detached the leash to give Susan a better view. "That's ... that's ... BIG!"

"Deep too," Mandy added. "You know, I bet you could get your whole hand in there."

Susan's hand jumped off her face as though she had been given an electrical shock. It fluttered briefly in front of her before starting a slow descent.

"Rings," Mandy prompted.

Susan stared at her hand for a moment, then pulled off the two gaudy costume-jewelry rings she wore. Naked, her hand resumed its journey.

The tips of her fingers passed into Cathy's yawning vagina without touching the labia minora that had conveniently curled aside. It wasn't until her knuckles brushed the pink wetness that she made any sort of contact. Even then it was by accident. Susan's hand was trembling at what she was about to do.

"Go ahead," Mandy said. "You won't hurt her."

Susan considerately folded her thumb into her palm and overlapped her fingers. Then she pushed her whole hand inside Cathy, sinking it up to her wrist and beyond.

"Uuuuuhhhhhh," Cathy moaned, and her pussy closed of its own accord around Susan's forearm and hand.

"Hunh!" Susan gasped. She hadn't expected Cathy's pussy to be anything but stretched to the point of slackness. It was anything but that. It was alive ... and hungry, from the way it mouthed her arm and closed around her hand like a fleshy glove.

"I wish mine could do that," Susan whispered softly, but aloud. "I bet my boyfriend wishes it could too," she giggled.

"Make a fist," Mandy invited.

Susan folded her fingers over her thumb, spreading her knuckles wider and pressing against Cathy's slickness.

"Ummmmmmm," Cathy moaned, and reached down to grab her ankles and pull her legs even further apart.

Encouraged, Susan began twisting her hand back and forth and then pushed it in and pulled it back as she started fist-fucking Cathy.

Cathy bit her lip and tossed her head from side to side. Something big was moving inside her and it felt absolutely wonderful. She was by now quite used to her body being deeply-invaded by large things and her hips moved on instinct to give Susan's arm the best angle for the most complete penetration.

Susan couldn't have missed the effect she was having on Cathy. She certainly didn't miss the effect what she was doing was having on Cathy's clit. It was right there, waving in her face. It had grown big and red and long and fat and it wobbled right under Susan's nose. The leather band around the base had begun to sink into the taut skin as it swelled, the compression adding even more to its size. The stiffness of the leather helped it stand almost perfectly upright.

"I wonder what would it feel like to her if I sucked on it?" Susan thought as she stared at Cathy's clit. "If it's as sensitive as mine, it would feel incredible. I can't imagine what it would feel like in my mouth?"

Almost before she'd made up her mind to do it, Susan found her lips closing on the tip of Cathy's clit, sliding down until she felt the tip touch her tongue. She felt Cathy's body stiffen and freeze in place at this new sensation. She could tell from the way Cathy's mouth opened and she started to breath in little gasps that Cathy was on the very edge of a climax but was doing her best not to cum.

Mandy missed none of this. "She can't cum until I let her," she explained to Susan, who jerked her mouth off of Cathy's clit to look up at Mandy while Cathy writhed at the sudden loss of stimulation.

Susan suddenly understood how Cathy could allow herself to be Mandy's pet, even to let Mandy modify her body and parade her around on a leash. The thought of putting her sexual gratification under someone else's control caused a wave of sexual heat to wash over her. Further, she knew that she had the power to make Cathy virtually insane with lust. That knowledge alone made Susan instantly wetter than she ever remembered being before in her life. She reached down between her legs, put her hand under her pleated skirt and cupped the cotton crotch of her panties just as the flood of juice from her pussy saturated it. She slid her fingers under the edge of the panel and yanked it aside so she could feel the coolness of the air on her naked pussy. Without intending to, she yanked so hard that the sound of the stitching around the elastic could be heard as it ripped.

Momentarily shocked at the violence of her action, Susan recovered quickly. "To Hell with it," she thought, and yanked again as hard as she could. The cheap pair of panties parted along the crotch-seam and Susan smiled at their destruction as she pulled the wet rag to one side rather than leave it dangling in the way.

Susan lowered her mouth back over Cathy's clit, feeling it slide between her lips as her own clit slid between her fingers. As her tongue caressed Cathy's fatly-throbbing organ, she imagined she could feel what Cathy must feel and the sense of empathy was so strong that when she felt Cathy's clit jerk in her mouth, her own twitched at the same time.

"It's a really big clit," Susan thought, pushing her head down so that her lips were on the leather collar and the tip of Cathy's clit was far enough toward the back of her throat that it threatened to trigger her gag reflex, "but it's just a little smaller than my first boyfriend's cock. And he managed to satisfy me. I wonder..."

The idea was so irresistible that Susan was on her feet and pulling at her skirt before she remembered that one hand was still inside Cathy. She quickly pulled it free so she could slip out of her skirt and crawl onto the desk with her knees straddling Cathy's waist. Instead of looking down at Cathy, Susan stared straight ahead into Mandy's eyes as she spread her pussy open and lowered herself onto Cathy's erect clit.

"There's something I've never seen before," Mandy mused to herself.

Cathy couldn't wait for Susan to settle into place. As soon as she felt her clit touch Susan's pussy, she shoved upward, burying her clit into the hot, wet orifice and grinding against Susan with enough force to lift both of them off the desk.

Mandy watched the two women ride each other for a minute or so, then she looked down at Cathy's face, upside down from her perspective and hanging off the edge of the desk in front of her. Cathy stared back, opened her mouth and circled her tongue around her lips.

Mandy reached up and unbuttoned the shoulder straps of her smock. She shrugged and the plain blue dress fell to the floor, leaving her in her bra and panties. The panties went next and she stepped forward so that Cathy's head was between her legs.

The tongue that attacked Mandy's clit was so hot and so hard that for a second it felt like a branding-iron was searing her sensitive nub. She shuddered and would have jumped back, but was stopped by Susan's hand reaching for her neck but closing instead on the front-clasp of her bra, which popped open under the strain.

Mandy let the bra hang from her shoulders as Susan's hands closed greedily over her breasts, squeezing them roughly and pulling her back into place with her thighs against the desk, Cathy's face buried in her pussy, and Cathy's tongue again attacking her clit.

Mandy leaned forward to lock lips with Susan and complete the circuit linking the three women. It only seemed right.

Principal Kershaw stared out at this scene through the partly-open door of his office and thought, "Miss Stevens has a wonderful ass on her. Look at it jump as Miss Kelvin licks her. Just like two squirrels fighting in a flour sack. Oh, this is marvelous! Simply marvelous!"

Cathy was blinkered by Mandy's thighs. Susan was absorbed in kissing Mandy and caressing her breasts. Mandy had Susan's blouse undone and was trying to push it off her shoulders. None of them saw or heard Kershaw approach until he was close enough to shove his hard cock between the cheeks of Mandy's butt and slide it through her slit and into Cathy's mouth.

"Urmph!" said Cathy, her mouth suddenly full of unexpected cock.

"What?" said Mandy, pulling away from Susan to peer awkwardly over her shoulder at what was happening behind her back.

"Hunh?" Susan said, opening her eyes as Mandy moved away.

"Ufff!" Principal Kershaw said as he pulled his now-slick cock back and in one quick thrust shoved it into Mandy's asshole, spearing the head of it through her sphincter where it wedged itself in place before she knew what was happening. Her asshole slammed shut instantly, but all that succeeded in doing was trapping his cock in place, not forcing it out. It was something he counted on happening. Now he just had to wait for Mandy to accept her plight.

"!!?!?!!" said Mandy, which is about what you'd expect someone to say in that situation. Shocked into silence, she tried to think how she should react to this rather intimate invasion. "The nerve of the man!" she thought first. "Sticking his gnarly old cock in my butt without so much as a 'by your leave'! I should slap him silly. If I could reach him I would, but he seems to have me pinned at the moment."

Mandy realized that she wasn't as distraught at having a cock stuck into her ass as she was that Kershaw hadn't had the courtesy to ask her permission first. Now that the initial shock had passed, she found that the prospect of having a hard cock invade her butt wasn't unappealing. In fact, her ass seemed quite happy to have a visitor. She turned back to look at Susan with a quizzical expression, unsure how to explain why she wasn't screaming her head off at Kershaw's effrontery.

"Didn't you know he was an ass-man?" Susan asked before Mandy could speak. "Oh yes! He shocked the fool out of me the first time, too. He got me with the old 'files in the bottom drawer' ploy. He had my skirt up, my panties down, and his nasty old cock in my butt before I could say 'boo'. For an old fart, he's pretty strong and once he's got it in you, you aren't getting away. I struggled a bit, but he still nailed me good."

Susan's story of being ass-raped by her boss sounded more like reminiscence than a traumatic flashback. She didn't even seem to be offended at the liberties Kershaw had taken with her.

Susan paused to let her blouse drop and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She smiled as she continued, "If I were you, I'd relax and let him have his fun. He's actually pretty good at it."

With Kershaw's cock stuck in her ass and his hands kneading her cheeks to try to get her to relax her reflexive grip on his shaft, Mandy saw the wisdom of Susan's advice. She relaxed to what she now saw as inevitable and stood stoically while Kershaw worked to get the rest of his cock inside her. He seemed to take his time about it, savoring the process with the measured restraint of a connoisseur.

"Happy now?" she asked him over her shoulder as she felt the last inch slide home and the base of his cock nestle snugly against her anal ring. Ever since Dan had let the valet at The Grotto expand her anal horizons, she had wanted to relive the experience. Kershaw would never have been on the list of men she wanted to screw her ass, but he was here and he was in her and that was what mattered.

"Delirious, Miss Stevens. Please go back to what you were doing. Don't mind me."

"'Don't mind me', he says," she thought. "A horny geezer has his cock in my ass and thinks I should just ignore it."

Mandy turned back to Susan, "'First time'?" she asked, remembering the implication of the phrase.

Susan put both hands on her breasts and rolled her nipples in her fingers. "Once he'd got my cherry, it seemed silly for me to play coy, especially since he'd seen how hard I came with his dick in my ass. It got to be something of a game between us. He kept trying to trap me whenever he thought he could manage it and I'd act surprised, but I wouldn't make a fuss about it. He's strictly a backdoor man. So it's not like he was going to knock me up or anything. He was good for two or three times a week, which was fine with me. When you get it regularly you want it regularly, you know? But that was before this Nudist Club thing started. Now, the hourly parade of naked teen ass through the hall keeps him all worked-up. The randy old coot divides his workday between jerking off in the restroom and bending me over every piece of furniture in the office. This morning it was the copier and now I've got 200 copies of my tits that I need to shred. He's put so much mileage on my butt this week that I'm glad to see him bugger someone else for a change. I'm getting so reamed-out I've started to leave skid-marks in my panties."

Mandy looked back over her shoulder at Kershaw's leering grin. He did look quite determined. And the cock in her ass felt like it was getting bigger and harder by the second. Even if she changed her mind about this, it was too late to back out now.

"Oh great," she said, turning away from the sight of someone she rather disliked enjoying himself at her expense. Then she felt him hump her as he worked to get her hole loose enough to fuck. "Just great," she repeated without managing to sound all that unhappy about it.

Mandy tried to muster enthusiasm for a more credible complaint, but Susan leaned over and sucked one of her nipples while Cathy rolled her clit around with her tongue and Kershaw tried to climb up her butt. The combination was too distracting. Whatever she'd felt like saying slipped right out of her mind and she relaxed into the moment. After awhile she even admitted to herself that Kershaw did indeed know how to fuck an ass. His cock fit much better than Tom's fat club. He seemed to be in no hurry at all, taking things slow and easy so that the friction never became uncomfortable; and the gentle way he massaged her butt with his hands was very nice all by itself. She could understand why Susan might let the old fart do her whenever he could get it up. Lately though, class-changes meant that Kershaw's fetish was being triggered by the clock and Susan probably had trouble getting her work done for all the interruptions. Mandy pictured Susan bent over Kershaw's desk, trying to compile the attendance list while he crammed his latest boner into her bum.

The four of them settled into a comfortable rhythm. The situation was well-balanced and no one was in any hurry at all to bring things to an end. They each seemed content to wait until someone else couldn't take any more, but the configuration required so little energy that stamina wasn't an issue.

In the end, it was Cathy who started it. The novelty of having her clit inside another girl was so exciting that she couldn't just lie there passively. Her thrusts up into Susan became more and more urgent, until Susan started to lose it. She passed her urgency on to Mandy, who had been doing her best to endure the dual assault of tongue and cock so as not to be seen as the weak link. When he felt Mandy shudder, Kershaw knew his time was short as well and pushed in as deeply as he could to better feel her internal spasms and to savor the pull of her ass on his cock as it clenched with her orgasm.

When the end came, it was like dominos toppling. Susan came, then Mandy, then Kershaw, and finally Cathy, who held out as long as she could while waiting for permission but in the end felt her control crumble. Cathy's climax was easily the most intense, and her thrashing would have sent her flying onto the floor of the office but for being pinned to the desktop by Susan and Mandy.

"Ohwow," Susan slurred when Cathy had subsided. She felt like she'd been riding a bucking horse while stuck on the saddle-horn. She tried to rise from her straddle but her legs weren't ready to cooperate. "That was intense."

"Very pleasurable," Kershaw acknowledged after swallowing deeply to clear his throat. He held onto Mandy's hips as if unwilling to let go for fear of falling. Or maybe it was just because he'd gotten accustomed to having his cock in her ass.

"Nice," Mandy conceded grudgingly.

Cathy swept her tongue through Mandy's pussy and made Mandy gasp.

"Very nice," she said, revising her opinion. She wanted to do something to Cathy but she didn't dare make any sudden movements. Her legs felt like rubber.

"Shall I, ah..." Kershaw began in a polite tone.

"Not yet," Mandy replied, trying her best not to purr like a kitten. "Leave it in a bit longer. I think you made a bit of a mess. If you pull out now it will be like taking the cork out of the bottle. Besides, it feels good in there."

"Glad to oblige. Besides, I believe Miss Kelvin has decided to amuse herself by licking my balls and I find that to be a quite soothing sensation."

"Yes, she's very adventurous. In fact, if those little nudists get to be too much for you, why don't you call her to your office for a 'consultation'? If that's a typical performance, I think you may need to let Susan recover before you wear her out."

"An excellent idea, Miss Stevens. Miss Lowry, I apologize if I've put an undue burden on you. Such was not my intention. Your lovely rear is just too tempting a target. At my age I can't be sure how many more bullets are left in the pistol."

Susan rolled off of Cathy and leaned on the desk to show off her complimented tush.

"I have no complaints, Principal Kershaw," Susan said with an impish grin. "I've enjoyed being serviced by a man of your ... caliber."

That should have got a bigger laugh than it did, but they were all a bit shaky and not up for belly-laughs just at the moment. The chuckling still provided welcome relief as the sexual tension drained away to be replaced with a warm feeling of mutual accomplishment at having just participated in an orgy.

"I'm sorry, Miss Stevens," Kershaw said apologetically, "but nature summons and I must heed the call. If you'll excuse me?"

"Oh!" Mandy said, belatedly grasping the problem. "Of course. Here, let me help."

Mandy leaned forward to make Kershaw's withdrawal easier. He eased back until his cock fell free and then quickly pulled up his trousers and shuffled off to the restroom while fumbling with his belt. His cock stuck out of his fly, waving back and forth as he walked like a fleshy divining rod looking for more ass.

With Kershaw gone, Mandy started to relax but then stood up quickly and clenched her ass-cheeks together tightly. She stood chewing her lower lip with both hands protectively over her rear while she thought about making a restroom dash herself. She still hadn't decided when she noticed Susan smiling at her.

"What's so funny?" Mandy asked, knowing full well what Susan found humorous.

"He cums a lot for an old guy - doesn't he?" Susan asked.

"Yes, he does."

"Feels all hot and gooey inside - doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does."

"Nice - isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Mandy laughed. "I feel ... lubricated."

"That's it. That's what it feels like to me. Like I've been run up the service lift and had my rear end lubed. Don't worry. You probably won't leak. It just feels like you might."

"Good!" Mandy said, relaxing a bit from her brace. She looked down at Cathy who hadn't budged from her position draped over the desk with her head hanging loosely over the edge. Cathy looked dazed and limp.

"Are you all right?" Mandy asked.

Cathy grinned and tried to raise her head without much success.

"Poor thing," Susan said sympathetically. "Here, let me help you."

Susan put her hand under the back of Cathy's head and helped her rise to a sitting position on the desk. Cathy reached back and began rubbing the back of her neck with both hands. While Cathy worked the kinks out, Mandy and Susan got dressed.

When Cathy could hold her head up straight again, she saw Mandy holding out the swivel end of her leash. Right away, she rocked back on the desk and grabbed her ankles to let Mandy snap the swivel onto the tiny ring on the collar around her clit. Cathy looked excited to be put back on her leash, just like a dog who knew it meant she was going out for a walk.

Susan leaned over to observe the procedure at close range. She was still fascinated by Cathy's clit, and now that she wasn't embarrassed or distracted, she was no longer hesitant about admiring it. The banana-shaped shaft, with its slight upward curve ending in a head of the usual German-helmet shape, looked just like a cock. It might even be able to pass for a smallish cock unless you took into consideration the lack of a scrotum below and Cathy's otherwise obviously-female gender. Although if her dangling labia were stitched together with a couple of marbles inside, and one didn't look above the waist, she might be able to pass for an under-developed male. Susan noted how the clit-collar was just tight enough to keep it partly erect and stiff enough to hold it up so it stuck out at an angle that approached the horizontal. The dark leather around the rosy pink organ between her lightly-tanned thighs made for a wonderful presentation. The only flaw Susan was able to find was the lack of a urethral opening in the tip.

"It's magnificent," Susan announced when she realized that Mandy and Cathy were waiting patiently for her to finish her examination. "It never occurred to me that a girl would look good with a cock, but now that I see it I think it's just the hottest thing ever!"

"Thank you," Mandy said, speaking for both herself and Cathy. "She's responded amazingly well to only a few treatments. I have high hopes that with time and diligence we'll be able to make it even larger."

"How large?" Susan asked.

"How big do you think is too big?"

Susan tried to picture Cathy with something much more substantial between her legs than the girly-cock she sported now. Six inches? Eight? Ten? Twelve? The bigger she imagined it, the more intensely-erotic the image became until at last it began to border on the preposterous, but at a point well-past what she'd first thought would be the upper limit. It seemed that once you accepted the idea of the thing, it would take quite a bit of exaggeration to make it seem grotesque. As a man with a good build might look better with a larger organ than would a male with a scrawny physique, an attractive female could also sport a sizeable appendage to good effect. Even larger, she thought, because maleness could be overdone. A girl with a cock wouldn't have that problem and so would have to first reach the level of androgyny and still have much farther to go before things got seriously out of balance. In fact, a girl with a man-sized cock could be mistaken for a feminized male or a eunuch. A girl with a cock larger than any man's would be in another class altogether. She would be something else. Something completely different. Something right out of an erotic dream.

"I think it shouldn't be longer than her thigh or thicker than her calf," Susan said in a decisive tone. "In fact, thigh-length would be perfect. Anything hanging below the knee would look unbalanced - more like a third leg. With it just touching her knee she would look fantastic."

Mandy and Cathy exchanged a look that was mirrored in both their faces. It began as one of shock and amazement, then turned into disbelief, then humor, then studied consideration, and finally hopeful determination. Neither had considered taking this anywhere close to what Susan proposed. Neither was even sure it was possible. Both were intrigued with the idea.

"Stand up," Mandy said, giving the leash a tug.

Cathy sprang to her feet and assumed her proudly-submissive posture.

Mandy and Susan looked at Cathy from different angles, picturing in their minds what Cathy would look like with a cock that would rival Rampart's.

"We've been thinking small," Mandy said at last as she nodded her agreement. "We need to think big."

"It's certainly a bold look," Susan said, "But I really think she can make it work."

"'Bold' is the word for it, all right."

"Only a Nudist could do this. You wouldn't want to hide something like that under a skirt."

"Yes, it would just look lumpy."

"A short skirt might work, though. Say mid-thigh?"

"Yes, but tight. Not as big a bulge under the material. And it would leave several inches of cock exposed."

"That would be eye-catching," Susan said.

"Sure would. But clothes are out of the question."

"Like gilding the lily?"

"Exactly."

"The collar works. Though it's a bit butch. Maybe jewelry?"

"Ooooo, yes! But nothing masculine. You want to contrast her apparent maleness."

"So no rings or chains. How about a charm bracelet? Something with tiny bells?"

"I like that. Just behind the head?"

"Yes."

"So it rings when she walks?"

"That's what I was thinking. Or a rhinestone choker about halfway down."

"That could work, but I think a wide piece of ribbon would look good too. Hmmm. Completely soft or partly erect?"

"Hard to say without seeing it. I'd say partly erect."

"Yes, you'd want to show some texture. And flaccid is just so ... flaccid. That's why the collar is tight, so what she has now wouldn't just hang limply."

"Oh, I agree. You'd want it to look like she was 'interested', but not like she was about to rape somebody."

"Exactly. You want to show the potential and leave the rest to the imagination."

"What would it look like completely hard?"

"Oh, dear! That would be..."

"Awesome?"

"Good word."

Mandy and Susan paused to picture Cathy with a truncheon-like cock hanging rigidly from her groin. Such a monster would be far too heavy to stand up on its own. Without support it would be a pendulous weight, swaying slowly due to its mass. She'd have to hold it up to get the head as high as her waist. Two hands might be needed to control the huge beast.

"Awesome," Susan repeated in a whisper.

Cathy's eyes focused on something beyond the office they were in. She stared off into another world - a world where she was transformed from female to something more than either female or male. Up to now, she had been exploring boundaries, pushing the envelope of her sexuality. What if she could transcend those boundaries completely? What if she could become something else? That would truly be an adventure!

Between her legs, her clit throbbed and swelled, doing its best to fulfill its destiny.


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Posted:  2008-10-12
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