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Chapter 9 by SparkyMan SparkyMan

Do you stay in this stall? Turn yourself in? Try to save your class? Help Penelope? Or do you leave them behind to escape?

Too many people roaming around ...

With so many people roaming around nearby the choices are rather limited. Any attempt at leaving the stall right this very moment, would definitely not be in the best interest ... besides ... it felt so good!

The rhythmic suctioning of your nipples is exhilarating, and watching the milky cream work its way through the clear tubing is exciting you in ways you've never dreamed possible. The feelings are quite pleasurable as well as erotic, causing you to moan in satisfaction. Little do you realize that your moans actually sound more like the other cows surrounding you.

So entranced by your surroundings, that you are only vaguely aware of the dildo plunging away in your precious pussy. What, at first was a painful intrusion, now is a gratifying sensation as the phallic device glides effortlessly between your overly lubricated lips. Each plunge of the large dildo seems to go deeper and deeper with each stroke, hitting you in places you've never felt before.

The net effect of all this attention on your body is having an undeniable effect. As each second passes by, you feel the unmistakable signs of a body-numbing orgasm looming on the horizon. As the next minute passes by, your focus is solely on achieving that goal, blocking out all other sensory obstacles. You feel your muscles start to twitch, tiny tremors ripple along your inner thighs. Your breathing comes in shorter gasps as beads of sweat form across your bared flesh. Your heart beats faster, ringing in your ears, deafening you to all other sounds. Your vision starts to blur as you try harder to focus, eyes beginning to roll back in their sockets.

And at that very moment as you allow yourself to succumb to the multitude of sensations coursing through your body ...

The door to the stall slams open!

So lost in your orgasm, you are unable to focus on the figure standing before you. All you can make out is a shadow figure looming before you, watching you as you writhe and wriggle uncontrollably from the orgasm that has rocked you to the core. An endless series of moo-like sounds escape your mouth as you struggle to fill your lungs with air.

Who is in the stall with you?

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