Take it!

You follow Mrs. Juniper to some part of the school you hadn't been in yet at all. The grin that she flashed before she stood up and beckoned you to follow her bounces around in your head ominously. She looks around in the hallway, as if to make sure nobody saw her entering the room, before she unlocks it and slips inside, hurrying you in. The room is sparsely decorated, and even more sparsely lit. The only thing that really draws any attention in the room is the... contraption in the middle. The walls of the room are lined with drawers and cabinets, secured by padlocks. You try to figure the thing in the middle out, but you can't really seem to wrap your head around it. You hear a clunk behind you, and you turn around to see Mrs. Juniper wheeling a small machine over to the middle of the room. "I thought you weren't going to use a machine." you question her. She smiles again, similarly like she did in the classroom, but doesn't answer your question. She begins to button down her blouse, and looks at you, "Undress". She then turns around, "and do not look at me..."

You wisely decide to follow her advice, though you don't see how you will be able to milk her without looking at her breasts, but that's more her concern. You also don't see why you need to be undressed, but it's probably best not to question her any further, so you stand there naked for a couple of minutes, listening to Mrs. Juniper's clothes rustling behind you. You hear her walk up behind you and her hand enters your vision. She's holding a key, and her hand moves straight down to your crotch, twisting the key in the evil device that had you trapped. The device falls to the floor with a clank, and your cock already begins to swell. "You may turn around, Alex".

You spin around, curious as to what you will see. You aren't even close to ready for it. Mrs. Juniper is standing with a hand on her hip, smiling at you. She still has her skirt on, but her blouse and bra have been replaced by some leather straps that tightly frame her gargantuan udders. She uses her element of surpise to slip a milker onto your cock for the second time. She flicks the switch right as it slips on, and the milker slams against your pelvis, it's powerful sucking already nearly breaking you. You fall to your knees, trying desperately to ward off the impending orgasm. She laughs a little, and watches intently as your eyes roll back into your head, your cock throbbing, and spraying a heavy wad into the machine. Then finally, mid orgasm, she turns the intensity down, and it becomes much more bearable, still extremely distracting, but you think at the least you could stand up.

"Remember, Alex. I will have the remote to this in my hand for the next hour, at least". You nod desperately, and begin to stand up. "As for my outfit, this is only for efficiency related to the milking process". She felt it utterly neccesary to clarify that. You do admire them anyways, and you see what she means about soreness, her unnaturally puffy nipples are surrounded by red rings, likely stemming from the milking cups. Having cleared her name of something nobody accused her of, she steps into the contraption in the middle, and suddenly the pieces click for you. It's a milking rack. She kneels onto a cushioned little shelf, and leans down onto a bench the tapers off, so her stomach is supported, but her breasts are separated by the bench. She then puts her arms onto two cushioned bars and grabs some well-placed handles.

"You are going to need to adjust this bar," she quickly points to one that is pressing uncomfortably on her collar area. You see a knob nearby it, so you begin to turn it, you figure it's supposed to press lightly against her tits, so you move it across until it pushes against the top of her breasts. She continues to give you instruction, "and this one". She then points to one that is just under her breasts, so you turn the corresponding knob, but stopping as another orgasm begins to hit you. "Ffffffff-" you stop yourself from swearing, just bracing yourself against the rack as you cum. Then you snap back and begin to turn the knob again, the bar begins to push against her underboob, the two bars pressing the base of her tits tight, and milk begins to leak out of her already. She exhaled, lustily. "One more turn". You give it a big turn, and she bites her lip. "Get that bucket, and then you can start".

You do as she says, and place the bucket under her inexplicably leaking mammaries. You have no idea what to do, but you figure you can't go wrong just kneading and groping a little until you figure it out. Just as you begin to figure it out, you throw your head back in another violent orgasm. Mrs. Juniper begins to enjoy your attention, and hums as you pull on her massive tits. Despite your multiple orgasms, you are still extremely turned on by the situation. You try to figure out a way you could push your luck with her, albeit carefully.