Meanwhile III: Eleanor

Fuck. Must fuck. Need cock now. Dick. Cum in me. Fuck me please. His hand is on my back, petting me. I just want him to fuck me already. I'm so horny I can't think. Words escape me. I need sex. I need sex now. He's saying something. I don't know what. I wasn't listening. Even the wind on my nipples gets me so fucking wet. Please, just fuck me already. I came...what, 20? 30? Several times while giving out my milk to my friends. They drank from me, and then I cleaned them, and ate them out if they wanted me too...most of them did. It was a miracle I was still standing. But it wasn't enough. My body was insatiable. I needed more. More sex, more fucking, more more more, I can't think, help me please Michael just fuck me...I didn't answer whatever he asked me. I was too lost to lust. Suddenly he got behind me. I felt his head enter my pussy. I could've collapsed from that alone. He commanded me to stay standing. He pushed deeper into me. I was in heaven. Fuck me hard, please, make me a living cumdump...

The girl staring into my eyes looked as **** as I was. I knew from one look she would've given everything she owned, everything she might ever own, just for us to switch. She needed cum. I needed cum. She must've done something bad. I could tell. Otherwise Michael probably would've fucked her, or let her fuck elsewhere. But no. Her womanhood, bared against the cold wind, aching with cosmic, undeniable need, unrequited because she was disobedient and impatient. Lucky me. Michael left no room for me to fail him. And he's rewarding me with a fuck. Good god his cock felt amazing, deep inside of me. I gripped it as tight as I could, practically screaming with desire. The girl before me parted her lips. A single tear rolled down her cheek. And she choked out a plea.

"Yes! Fuck that bitch! Impregnate that whore! Destroy her cunt. Make her scream. She deserves your cock. Not me. I'm a disappointment, an impatient knuckle dragger. I'm an ant before you, Michael, I don't deserve your dick. I don't deserve your mercy. I don't deserve your love. But she does." She was openly weeping at this point. It must've hurt her so much to say these things. "Make that cow whore beg for more! Rearrange her insides! Turn her into a fucking mess! Obliterate her! Pulverize her fucking pussy!"

Suddenly, Michael slowed to a stop. I would've killed my parents for him to keep going. He fully pulled out of me, walked past me, and zipped that gorgeous cock back into his pants. I was panting like an animal, **** rage stinging my very being, and yet I was just conscious enough to hear his next words.

"God, your sobbing fucking ruined this for me. First time all day that I lost a boner, and it was because of you. Fucking bitch...you're gonna need to work really hard if you ever want to cum again. As for you, my little milkslut..." he grabbed me by the chin and tilted my head up to look at him. Hearing him mock me, demean me so thoroughly made me want to shrivel up, crawl into the world's deepest hole and just die of embarrassment, and yet it made me feel so loved to hear it coming from him. He grinned, and let fly the most heavenly word I could've heard that day;

"Cum."

I'd already been wracked with orgasms all day long, and even though I was starting to grow sick of them...the immense pleasure I gained from falling to the ground, writhing there as I was caught again in the throes of yet another climax...it was positively unmatched. My eyes rolled into my head, a long, undulating, sexual moo left my lips, and as I seized on the ground, I passed out from the overload of cumming so many times in one day.

When I came to, Michael was long gone. All of the other girls had long since gone elsewhere, much to my surprise...and as I studied my surroundings, I found her. There, where she had been before I blacked out, was the girl Michael was punishing, still naked as the day she was born, still furiously rubbing at her clearly raw clit. Her eyeliner streaked her cheeks, her hair was a mess, she was shivering so violently I thought she'd fall over any moment...and yet she stayed there, on her knees, masturbating in the cold wind of the evening. My heart sank watching her. It wasn't her fault she had started crying. Presumably, it wasn't even her fault she was being punished. And yet, because she was incapable of controlling her basic human emotions, she was here, still masturbating, after everyone had gone home.

She'd finally realized I was awake, and probably would've jumped if she could. I crawled over and sat next to her, hoping to find some warmth and companionship by being near her. A strange **** sound came from her, and I theorized it was her attempt at saying something. I got on my knees, so I could better see her face. Her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head.

"Can you speak?" Again, more ****. "Hmmm...how about nodding and shaking your head?"

Very slowly, the girl's head rotated, first up and down, then side to side. Good, at least we had some way to speak.

"Do you need something?" Nod.

"Water?" Nod.

"Food?" Nod.

"How about some clothes?" Shake.

"Huh...is that because you can't wear clothes?" Nod. "Okay...I'll bring what I can. I'll be just a moment."

With that, I rose to my feet, and rushed to the door of the school. I pulled on it...only for it to not give. Had we really been out here so long that the school closed? Nobody had come looking for us? Are we really trapped out here?

"Fuck! The school's locked." More ****. This time, sniffling too. Oh god...she couldn't even cry?

"Hey! Hey, it's gonna be okay, I'm here for you, alright? It's gonna be okay, we just need to...to get through this cold. Just...um...can you move?" Shake.

"Okay then...uh...Oh! Can I move you?" Shake. Damnit, there's gotta be some way I can keep her warm. Keep me warm. I paced, wracking my brain for any solution...and felt a warm liquid start to trickle its way down my breast. I looked down, and promptly swore. There was no way in hell I was going to do this again...no way...but as I spent more and more time trying desperately to think up a solution, none came. I couldn't get us clothes. Breaking into the school or starting a fire might get us arrested. And walking somewhere to buy supplies...well, I could possibly persuade someone to let me have a bottle of water and some food at the cost of any dignity I might have, but getting a heater off of just feminine charm alone was downright impossible. I looked at the girl, still hopelessly edging, unable to speak, to cry, to cum, to leave, or do anything necessary to her survival. I looked down at my breasts once more.

"I...I thought of a way to keep you warm...um...the only problem is that...it's, uh..." I looked at her. I saw in her eyes that she knew my idea. More **** noises. She violently shook her head.

"Look, it's all I can think of, okay? Do you have any ideas?" She paused. Worry crept over her face. Then, she shook her head. "Exactly. Just...don't spill anything, or else this will be a lot more awkward."

Carefully, I lowered my tit close to her face, and incredibly slowly, managed to sneak my nipple into her lips. Immediately, she started sucking away, and it didn't take long before I felt the breast milk leaving me. I bit my lip to stifle the initial moan, but before long, containing my moaning and mooing became impossible. I steadied myself against her as pleasure once again tortured me, turning me yet again into the cow I'd become. I curled my toes. I threw my head. And before I knew it, I came yet again. After some heavy panting, I pulled myself off of her, spurting milk across her face.

I only had a moment to see the milk had run down her chest and even onto her thighs before I was fervently lapping it up, much to the girl's disgusted dismay. I dragged my tongue across nearly every surface of her body; her face, the inside of her mouth, her own breasts, her stomach, her thighs, even the small portion where some rogue milk had run down her arm and incredibly busy hand to her pussy. By the time I was finally done, with heavy breathing and a tired mouth, I fell back against the ground before her. The whole ordeal must've taken a good 30 minutes, and by the time I was finished, the sky had darkened from the orange and pinks of sunset to violets and navy blues. I looked her in the eyes, and we both shook our head. This was gonna be a long night.