Cleaning Up

The drive to school was entirely uneventful. Julie mostly sat in silence as she examined her new outfit, probably regretting shearing her top in two. The radio proved to be boring and droning, with morning podcasts filling the airtime as opposed to the music I was hoping for. Even the weather seemed to mimic a long, drawn out sigh, as a gentle breeze blew despite the overcast sky. Once i'd parked, Julie and I got out, and I noticed her quickly try and fix the belt a little higher, potentially to stop it from slipping.

"Nuh-uh. Don't touch that belt. If part of your outfit fails, that's on you." Reluctantly, she moved her hands away from her "skirt" and let her arms rest at her sides. As we made our way into school, however, I noticed her walk was more stiff, more nervous than usual. If I have to keep correcting her every behavior, this would become a very long morning.

New rule: Julie Jin must walk as seductively as possible at all times.

Instantly, her skittish steps transformed into sashaying strides, swaying her ass with every step. Her arms no longer stiff planks by her side, they swung in time with her sensual walk, almost as if her true feelings were that she wanted to fuck everyone on campus. And right on cue, the "skirt" began slipping down. Julie did nothing to fix it. Good.

Once we reached the perimeter of the building, instead of heading inside, I switched our track to follow along the school. Julie merely shot me a puzzled glance, but said nothing. We followed along for some time, leaving my peers in the parking lot to their morning routines, and once we finally made our way to the back of the school, we spotted them.

Eleanor, curled up in the grass, was loudly snoring. A small puddle of drool had started to accumulate beneath her mouth. Her tits, engorged as they were, were leaking a steady stream of breast milk. And looking over at Sarah, she didn't look any better. Her makeup from yesterday still had incredibly obvious tear-streaks running down her face. Her hair was an absolute mess. Her hand, dedicated with a supernatural energy, was still dedicated to trying desperately to get her off. She hadn't cum once during the entire ordeal. Her pussy was a deep, raw red, as if her masturbation was bringing her now only pain.

"Hey there, you two. How'd you enjoy last night?" I gently kicked Eleanor awake, and she crawled onto all fours to look up at me.

"Mooooo! Moo! Mooo!"

"Oh, that's right. You both need to cum, don't you?" Eleanor and Sarah violently nodded.

"Alright. I'll let you cum...but on one condition. I want to hear apologies from both of you. And I want them to be apologies for exactly what you did yesterday. Sarah, you may speak again."

"Oh...oh god...Michael, sir, I'm so sorry...I was such a needy little c-cunt yesterday, and I put my own needs before yours. I shouldn't have done that, sir. Your needs always come before m-mine, sir."

"Hmmmm...good, but you're forgetting something." Sarah closed her eyes, trying to recall yesterday's events exactly.

"I'm...sorry for slapping you. A-and for crying during my punishment. Hurting you and offending you was cruel and wrong of me. I'm sorry, sir."

"Very good, Sarah. You may cum--" Instantly, Sarah's hand ceased pounding at her pussy, and she collapsed onto the ground in a fetal position. To say she needed this would've been an understatement. It seemed almost as if she would've genuinely killed for me just to cum one last time. As she writhed around on the ground, squirting furiously and moaning her little brains out, I turned to Eleanor.

"Eleanor, I get you can't speak until you cum, so I'll let you get yours first. If your apology isn't adequate enough, then you aren't cumming for three weeks. Understood?" She nodded vigorously yet again. "Good. Julie, empty her tits."

"Yes, master." Immediately, she got down on her knees as Eleanor rose to hers, and Julie's mouth began suckling at Eleanor's leaking nipples. Immediately, Eleanor bit her lip to stifle a moan, but not even two seconds later, Eleanor's mouth allowed a few moos to escape. Her hands searched her body for something to hold onto to steady herself against the pleasure, and settled on wrapping them under Julie's arms, as if to stop her from trying to leave. Surprisingly quickly, Julie transitioned to the other tit, and Eleanor's noises transformed into gasps and moans, finally back to human speech.

"Ohhhhhh god! Oh fuck! Yes pleaaaaase! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stoooooop! Fuck!"

After Julie had finished with both tits, only a little bit of milk had escaped her mouth and ran down her chin and neck, and after a moment of Julie trying to catch her breath, Eleanor quickly got to work, lapping at her neck, chin, lips, and then the inside of her mouth. Her tongue worked quickly in a weird kind of French kiss, but once she was finally done, she fell onto her back, panting in ecstasy as the throes of her orgasm still made her shudder.

"Now then, Eleanor...what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Mmmm god...I'm sorry I...uh, passed out during you fucking me...I'm sorry for staying here with this s-slut? And um...I'm sorry for not listening during my heat..." Well, good enough, I suppose. I nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright then. Now, both of you whores better get ready for class. It starts in..." I checked my phone. 8:32. "...eight minutes."

Both of them just lay there, panting, enjoying the release built up to after a night of whatever they got up to. From their positions on the ground, they exchanged knowing glances, and I left them there to get ready. Besides, I'd better attend at least one class today, right?