Agree to provide both breast milking relief and sexual contact as they're demanding

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 8:14 AM on Tuesday, April 16th, 2024 (Day 2 of 7).

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I swallow hard, looking at the six pairs of eyes watching me with predatory hunger. My body is still trembling from Akari's forced orgasm, but I force myself to nod.

"Okay," I say quietly. "I'll give you everything you need."

"Everything," Bessie repeats, stepping closer until her massive swollen breasts are inches from my face. Milk drips steadily from her engorged nipples, spattering onto my crop top. "You're going to use your mouth on our tits while your hands make us cum. All six of us. Understand?"

I nod again, my throat tight. "I understand."

"Good girl," Celeste murmurs, her wings rustling. "Bessie first. She's been waiting longest."

Bessie guides me backward until I'm seated on the nearest milking station, then straddles my lap facing me. Her enormous breasts hang heavily between us, the nipples dark and swollen, milk streaming in thin rivulets down the curves. The scent of her arousal is overwhelming—thick and musky, making my head spin.

"Open your mouth," she commands, and I obey.

The moment my lips seal around her right nipple, milk floods my mouth in a hot thick stream. I swallow rapidly, my tongue working the sensitive flesh as I suck firmly. Bessie's hands grip my shoulders, her breathing already ragged.

"Now your hand," she gasps. "Between my legs. Use your fingers—all of them."

I slide my right hand down her body, finding the slick wet heat of her pussy. She's absolutely drenched, her folds swollen and pulsing with need. I push two fingers inside and she moans loudly.

"More," Bessie demands. "I need more. Four fingers. Stretch me."

I add a third finger, then a fourth, feeling her pussy clench around the intrusion. The walls are hot and slick, gripping my fingers with desperate intensity. I curl them upward, searching for the spot that will make her—

"FUCK!" Bessie cries out as I find her g-spot, her hips bucking against my hand. "Right there—don't stop—"

I suck harder on her nipple while pumping my fingers deep inside her, my wrist aching from the angle. Milk continues flooding my mouth in rhythmic pulses matching her heartbeat. The other five girls crowd closer, watching with rapt attention.

"She's fisting her," Amber breathes. "Look—she's got her whole hand inside Bessie."

I don't realize it's true until I feel my knuckles pressing against Bessie's entrance. Somehow I've worked my entire hand into her pussy, my fingers curled into a fist inside her hot clenching depths. Bessie is shaking violently, her breasts heaving as I continue sucking milk from one while my fist stretches her impossibly wide.

"I'm going to—" Bessie's warning cuts off as her orgasm hits. Her pussy convulses around my fist, squeezing rhythmically as she screams her release. Hot fluid gushes around my wrist, soaking my forearm and dripping onto the milking station cushion beneath us.

I keep sucking, keep pumping my fist, drawing out her climax until she finally collapses forward against me, gasping for breath.

"Next," Daisy says firmly, pulling Bessie off my lap. "My turn."