Timeframe: One week before the Orange County school district Spring Break the week of 17-21 March 2003. Note that Friday, 14 March, was also a student (but not teacher) holiday.
(FF, Ff, oral, lac, rom)
Copyright © 2013-present Jamielynn; All Rights Reserved.
This is a Fanfic spinoff of the epic e-novel Six Times a Day by Spacer X.
Susan was led into her bedroom. She noticed an odd-looking ... something ... almost immediately. It appeared to be a rectangular piece of furniture covered in padded black Naugahyde.
"Suzy Anne" led her up to it and said, "Git up on that thar' milking table, Bessie. That's a good girl."
From the side, Susan could see that the table's shape was peculiar. It looked like an inverted V with the tip cut off, leaving a flat padded area that she suddenly realized she would soon be draped over, with one arm and leg on each side of the V. It looked very much like an extra-wide padded sawhorse.
Susan could see she would have to half-crawl, half-climb up onto it. The hooves she wore on her hands posed a problem because they slid against the padding, but with Suzanne's help she managed to mount the device. Once on top she discovered that the frame had been cut and shaped so that her breasts would dangle down, with one on each side of the frame. There was even a donut-shaped hole at the edge of the frame for her to rest her head.
Suzanne used straps to secure "Bessie's" four legs (Susan's arms and legs) to the sides of the frame, then added another pair of straps across her back.
As each strap was secured, Susan found herself getting more and more excited. In addition, her anticipation was growing because she still didn't know what would happen once she was tied down. She was very wet and the room was quickly filling with the scent of her arousal. The position she found herself in had her rear at the very edge of the frame. Had she not been wearing the bikini and butt-plug tail, both her holes would have been exposed. Her knees were drawn up and forward till they were almost touching her breasts. Her "hooves," which covered her hands and lower arms, had been secured in reach of a panel with several controls on it. None were labeled so she could not discern their function. Her breasts dangled down along the curved portion of the frame, and she could see that milk was dripping from them.
She thought, Oh, no! All that time we spent eating and then the role-play in Tiger's room made me forget to pump. I can already feel myself engorging. If this goes on too long I may have to end this role play. And what is this silly thing for? Wait, Suzanne called this a "milking table?!" Oh my! Oh my, this is sooo hot! Too hot! ... Now that I think about it, Tiger could easily walk up behind me and "mount" me like this. He could mount me just like a bull mounting a cow! Or come around and fuck my face. Oh myyy, that is SOO HOT!! I need someone to play with my pussy NOW!
Susan's excitement was getting the better of her. She began breathing rapidly through her gag, causing several <Moo eep> noises.
Suzanne quickly became concerned. She called for a time-out and removed Susan's gag. She lifted Susan's head and said, "Are you alright, my love? What's wrong?"
"WRONG? Nothing's wrong! I love it! I love everything! I love you! Now, PLEASE, do something to give me an orgasm. I think I may die if I don't have one soon! This is SO HOT! It's torture - sweet, sweet torture! I can't wait to get Brenda on this thing. We could take turns spanking and loving each other for hours! And Tiger! My Master will love this thing! I want him to mount me and fuck my brains out, repeatedly!"
Suzanne joked, "But that's what you always say."
"But this time I mean it, even more than usual. Suzanne, Xania, Kim - somebody do something PLEASE." Susan was struggling against her restraints, but it was no use. While they were soft to the touch and looked like silk, they were deceptively strong. Aside from her head, she couldn't move any part of her body more than a few inches.
Xania and Kim both exclaimed at the same time, "Can I get on it too?"
Suzanne was immensely pleased to see that Susan was excited rather than panicked. She could tell that Susan was on the verge of an orgasm and excited beyond reason because Susan had started to use foul language. She stroked her hand down Susan's back and kissed her passionately. She nearly laughed as Susan arched her back as best she could in her bonds. Clearly, Susan's body was trembling with her need for release in a big climax.
After breaking the kiss, Suzanne said, "Oh no you don't! We haven't even begun to torture you. And who says I'm going to let anyone else up here? You're the sex cow in this house, and this is a milking table for our sex cow. If Brenda or the others are very good, I MIGHT let them use it. Now let's put your gag back in so we can continue."
Susan was nearly delirious with arousal. She tried to stay quiet and let Suzanne replace her gag but was unable to keep herself from saying, "Hot. So hot. I need... <moo>"
Suzanne kissed Susan once on the head as she got back into the role play. She turned to Xania and Kim to see that they were locked in a French kiss with both of their tops having disappeared. They were running their hands over each other's breasts. Suzanne could see that their nipples were all shiny with saliva.
"Ahem! Betty Sue, I need you for a bit. I expect your lil' calf there won't wanna miss this either." Suzanne's words had no effect on the two women so she had to pry them apart. With a stern look at "Betty Sue" she said, "Go and get the rest of the gear while I get this other milker here prepared." She grabbed Kim's leash and brought her over to her "Momma" while Xania went into Susan's closet to get the gear.
Suzanne pulled a small wooden stool out from behind the milking table and sat on it. Then she pulled out a pail and set it below Susan's breasts.
Susan's eyes grew wide when she saw the setup.
(chapter incomplete)
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