Mitch

[Sandra B]

150.
Miriam jumped, and peered into the gloom opposite.
“Mrs Canter?  Is that you?”
Violet put down her coffee, rose from her armchair, and came to join them.
“What are you doing here, Miriam?  How did you find out about this place?  Did Shirley tell you?”
“Shirley…?”
“I just brought Miriam in here because she needed a bit of quiet,” said Teddy.  “She’s had a bit of a shock…well, a couple of shocks, actually…”
Violet looked at Teddy.  At first sight she didn’t seem the type of woman she would expect Miriam to be hanging out with.
“My name’s Edwina Brentford.  We just met this morning,” said Teddy, by way of explanation.
“Oh, I see.  I’m Violet Canter.  I work at the same school as Miriam.”
Miriam had recovered from her initial shock.  “Mrs Canter’s my deputy head at St. Mary’s, Teddy.”
Teddy looked at Miriam.  “Oh.  You’re a teacher.  I should have guessed.  I mean…you have that air of …”  She was going to say “superiority” but she managed to change it to “authority” at the last moment.
Violet was looking Miriam up and down.  “Goodness, girl.  What happened to you?  What’s all that…”  She reached out and touched one of the sticky patches on her skirt.
Miriam blushed and shrank back, mortified.  “It’s nothing…really…  Er, I was helping feed the babies…”
Violet’s eyes widened.  She looked from Miriam to Teddy – who gave an almost imperceptible nod – and back again.
“…but I feel a little unwell…  I was wondering…”
Violet collected herself.  “Of course.  No question.  You must take the rest of the day off, Miriam.  I’ll let them know.”  She glanced at Teddy again, questioningly.  Teddy thought it best to change the subject.
“So what goes on here, then?  They’re still working on this room, presumably.”
“Er…yes.  Actually we should probably be going…”
But she was interrupted.  The door opened and a moment later Louis and Joshua appeared from behind the partition.  They hesitated for a moment when they saw the three women, but then Louis whispered “observers”, and they relaxed and smiled. 
“Good morning, ladies,” said Louis.  “I’m Louis and this is Joshua.  I hope you’ll find our performance satisfactory.  We’ll do our best.”
The women stared at the visitors, resplendent in full P & S school uniform of pink and yellow, their pink latex hot pants trimmed with yellow leather straps.   Without further ado Louis drew back the curtain, flooding the room with light. 

Violet panicked.  She half rose.
“We should leave, ladies…”
But it was too late. Teddy and Miriam were staring at the two figures that had been concealed behind the curtain.  Apparently female, clad from head to toe in close-fitting pink latex, restrained in shining steel frames, their heads encased in pink latex hoods pierced only by circular red-rimmed lips sealed with pink rubber plugs on chains, and thrust invitingly forward.
“What…the…fuc-k…?” gasped Teddy.
Miriam stared and blinked, uncomprehending.  Violet knew she had to get her out of there, and quick.  She took her arm and Miriam started to rise, but Teddy grabbed her other arm and pulled her back down.
“Hold on.  I want to see just what’s going on here.”
“Miriam, please…” began Violet.
“Shush, you,” said Teddy shortly, holding on firmly to her friend.
Miriam felt paralysed.  P & S was like one big chamber of depravity.  Her blouse was still sticking to her skin where that boy…and then the Milking Parlour…and now…this!
The boys were eager to begin.  They unzipped their bulging latex shorts, releasing their swollen pen-ises.  A little gentle masturbation was all that was needed to coax their erections to perfect readiness.
Now it really was too late.  Violet, defeated, could do nothing but stand and watch.

Miriam watched in a daze as the boys approached the frames and removed the plugs. 
“Can we take out their ear-plugs too, miss?” asked Joshua.
“Why not,” said Violet, with a sigh of resignation.  “Here, allow me.”  And she popped out both pairs of rubber ear-plugs.
Miriam put a hand to her mouth.  What offence could those poor girls have done to warrant this sort of treatment?
Violet held up a hand.  “Wait!  Boys, don’t start yet.  There’s something I need to settle with my fellow observers.” 
The boys held fire.  Shirley had made it clear the observers were going to submit a full report, and they didn’t want any trouble.
“Please ladies, come outside for a moment.”
She led them to the other side of the partition.  She put a finger to her lips, and her voice sunk to a whisper.
“Miriam, I didn’t want you to misunderstand what’s happening here.  I need to explain.  The captives are not girls – though the boys don’t know it.  It’s two of the boys from their own class who abused their teacher, Yulya.  Perhaps you noticed the poster.  The easiest way to explain is to show you the video.”
She scrolled through the videos on her phone, all supplied by Shirley at her behest.  She found the relevant one and pressed play.  Miriam and Teddy watched open mouthed and Simon and Oscar took their pleasure on the helpless Yulya.
“What rude, naughty boys!” said Teddy, a grin spreading over her face.
“Susan is really Simon and Olivia’s Oscar,” explained Violet.
Miriam gasped.  She was a firm believer that the first rule of the classroom was respect for the teacher.
“That’s…despicable!” she hissed.  “How could they?”  She was quiet for a moment.  “Now I see.  Thank you, Mrs Canter.  What a just and appropriate punishment Miss Dearman has instituted.  Let us witness its execution, shall we?”
And having delivered this judgement, she turned and led the way back behind the partition.  Her demeanour had undergone a polar reversal.  She spoke with calm authority.
“Right boys.  Please proceed.  And if you want us to submit a favourable report, don’t hold back.  These er…girls clearly need a proper lesson.  I want to hear those frames rattle!”  She pushed three chairs forward a couple of yards.  “Ladies, take a seat.”  Teddy and Violet seated themselves at each end, and Miriam sat in between them.  “I will be taking notes, boys,” she said, pulling out from her pocket a little notebook and pencil.
“And I shall make a video,” added Violet, resting her phone on her knee.
“And me...  I’ll just sit back and enjoy,” murmured Teddy.

[Sandra B]

151.
Louis and Joshua took hold of the handlebars, and guided their erections towards the waiting mouths of the latex-encased figures.  As soon as Simon and Oscar felt the coc-ks preparing to enter, they started vainly to squirm and strain at their bonds.  With a sigh of pleasure, Joshua slid smoothly into Oliver’s mouth, revelling in its familiar, warm softness.  Louis’ coc-k, slightly larger than his friend’s, needed a little push to get the swollen head through the lips.  This session, all restraint was forgotten.  They began to thrust, slowly at first, and then more vigorously.  At the start the frames had been a couple of feet from the wall, but after a few minutes they had been jolted back until they were stopped by the skirting.  Teddy felt Miriam’s hand close around her wrist.  She stole a sidelong glance.  Her friend had dropped her pencil and pad, and with her other hand was gripping the hem of her skirt, which seemed to have ridden up her thighs.  She couldn’t see the ends of Miriam’s fingers, but she noticed she was biting her lower lip, and her cheeks were flushed.  She looked back at the boys.  For the next few minutes the atmosphere was electric.  After a while, Louis started to emit low groans, and it was obvious his climax was near.  A creamy froth, whipped up by his pounding, was oozing from around the lip on Simon’s hood, and a string of sticky fluid hung from the chin. 

But Miriam wasn’t the only one spellbound.  Violet, apparently determined to get a ringside position, had risen from her seat and advanced to Louis’ side.  She was still holding up her phone, and panned from Louis’ face to his thrusting member and back again.  She placed her other hand gently on his shoulder.
“Louis…Joshua…slow down, boys…  Take your time.  That’s right…that’s better…  Make sure you enjoy your orgasms…  And remember Shirley’s instructions – when you c-um, make sure to fill their mouths so they can enjoy the taste of your sperm…”
“Y-yes, miss…” gasped Louis and Joshua in chorus.  “I’m gonna c-um soon…” added Joshua, desperately.
Violets hand slid down Louis’ back and over his taut buttocks.
“Good boys…  I’ll make sure you get good feedback…”  She turned to Miriam.  “Miriam darling?  Could you assist, please?  When the boys are done, we need to put in the mouth plugs as quick as we can.  Could you attend to Joshua’s?”
“Yes, Miss Canter – of course.”  She jumped up and hurried to Joshua’s side, kneeling down ready to grab the plug.  A grin spread over Teddy’s face.  Little innocent Miriam.  Who would have thought it an hour ago? 

Joshua’s climax was sudden and initially silent.  Miriam, forgivably, didn’t realise at first that he was coming.  His head went back, his eyes closed tightly, but she thought it was mere pre-climactic pleasure.  In any case, she hadn’t yet been able to get hold of the plug, which was swinging on its chain in time with Joshua’s movements.  So when all at once he suddenly gave a loud groan, and almost immediately withdrew, she was quite taken by surprise.  His coc-k came out with a plop, and sperm gushed from Oliver’s mouth while she fumbled ineffectually with the slippery plug.  By the time she’d got a grip on it and pushed it into the mouth hole, the front of her bouse and skirt were smothered in warm, slimy semen.  She knelt there helplessly, almost in tears, angry at her own incompetence.  And as if to rub it in, she had a perfect view of Louis’ orgasm and Violet’s skilful handling of Simon’s plug, which left her with nothing more than sticky fingers.

Teddy gave them both a short round of applause.  It was well-intentioned, and directed at all the participants, and in no way ironic, though Miriam flashed her a short frown.  Meanwhile Joshua was apologising to her.
“I’m really sorry, miss.  I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s fine, Joshua.  It was my own fault.  But there’s so much…”   She looked own at herself in despair. 
“Oh, dear,” said Teddy, with ill-concealed amusement, “what is it about you, Miriam?  You’re like some sort of sperm magnet!”
Violet gave an involuntary snort of laughter.
“Really, Miss Mitchell, what would your girls’ parents think if they saw you like this?  I would probably have to dismiss you at once.”
“I-I’m sorry, Mrs Canter…  I…it slipped out of my hand…”
“I’m joking, Miriam.  But we’d better see about getting you cleaned up…oh, hello Shirley…”
Shirley and Anna had walked into the room.
“Hello, ladies…”  She caught sight of Miriam.  “Oh, my goodness…  Miss Mitchell…  What happened?”
Miriam was standing next to Oliver, hanging her head like a naughty schoolgirl, Joshua’s slimy juices dripping from her skirt and from Oliver’s chin, and decorating the floor.  Nearby Joshua was hurriedly replacing his wilting member in his rubber shorts.  Teddy gestured towards them.
“She was taken by surprise – we all were – and couldn’t get out of the way in time.  That’s all.”
Shirley took a moment to enjoy the scene.  She wished she could ask Anna to take a snap.
“We’d better get you sorted out, dear.  Anna?  You’re about Miriam’s size?  Do you have some spare clothes…?
“Of course, miss.  Miriam, put on coat.  My room just along corridor.  With luck no-one will see.  You can have shower and I find you something to wear.”  She looked her up and down.  “You need everything, I think…”

Anna took good care of Miriam.  She saw at once that the schoolteacher was a genuine innocent, but, more than that, she felt an empathy for her.  Like herself, she wasn’t glamorous or attention-seeking, and she guessed she played second fiddle to some of her fellow teachers, just as she did to Yulya.  She determined to help her and, if she could, to build her confidence.

While she was showering, Anna dumped everything she had been wearing – shoes, panties and all – in a big black bag.  Then she went to her wardrobe, and after rummaging through her clothes for a minute, brought out a short, figure-hugging, glittery black dress.  She laid it on her bed, and took out a pair of shiny grey tights and black panties from her drawer.  A pair of block-heeled black leather over-the-knee boots completed the ensemble.
“I think she never wear outfit like this in her life,” she murmured.

Miriam emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Thank you so much, Anna.  I really don’t know what I would have done…”
“My pleasure, miss Miriam.  I think these will fit…”
Miriam gasped.  “Really, it’s very kind, but…”
“But?”
“I’m not used to…  I mean, for me, they’re very…well, sexy…”
“I think they suit you very well.  Here, let me help you.”

Miriam allowed herself to be dressed in a sort of dream.  Anna made her stand in front of her while she adjusted her dress and zipped up her boots.  Then she added a black leather choker with a little silver flower at the throat, and a couple of silver bangles.
“Now sit, please.  Let me do a bit of makeup.”
“Anna, I’m not sure…”
“Quiet, please.  I tell you when you speak.”
She applied foundation, a little mascara, and some subtle peach lipstick. 
“I use just a little.  Make you pretty, not tarty.  There.  Look in mirror.”
Miriam rose and made her way nervously to the wardrobe.  She stared.  She could hardly believe she was looking at herself.
“You like, Miriam?”
“Gosh.  Yes, Anna.  I would never have thought of dressing up like this…”
“You should.  You very attractive lady.”
“No.  But you are very clever…”
“You are.  Be confident.  You have slim fashionable figure, and nice open face.  What more could anyone want?”
“Could I really dress like this?  Normally, I mean…”
Anna laughed.  “You should build new wardrobe.  I help if you want.  We can be friends.”
“I’d like that…very much…”
“But one thing.  You need haircut.  I have friend who good hairdresser.  If you like…”
“Yes, please give me her details.  Thank you.”
“I know what she do.  Cut short and style.  Then you look million dollars.  Real babe!”
Miriam laughed.  She surveyed her new look again.  She felt a thrill of excitement.  She realised just how dowdy she had looked before.  No wonder she had felt so shy and inferior amongst all those trendy schoolgirls.  She had learned so much today, not only about P & S, but about herself.

[Sandra B]

152.
She found Teddy in reception, chatting to one of the girl Scouts.  Teddy glanced at her as she entered, and did a double take.
“Miriam?  What the fuc-k…?”  She turned back to the Scout.  “Sorry darling.  I got a bit of a shock.  Nice to talk to you.”
She grabbed Miriam by the shoulders and looked her up and down.
“You look a different woman!  How…?”
“Anna.  She took me in hand.  What do you think?”
“Fantastic.  I thought I was going to be the most glamorous one here.  But you make me look like the tart I actually am!”
They collapsed in laughter.
“Let’s get some air before lunch.”
They walked out of the main door, pausing only to give the babies’ nappies a squeeze.
“Still dry, boys?” asked Teddy, innocently.  “Never mind.  Plenty of time.  I’m sure you’ll both be soaked by this afternoon!”

They made their way out onto the lawn.
“What’s going on down there?” asked Miriam, squinting in the direction of the stables.
“Oh…yes, that’s the cows, I believe.  Let’s go see what Shirley’s dreamt up for us there, shall we?”

They strolled down to the stables.  Half way across the field they met two women coming up.
“You going to see the cows?” asked one, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“We are,” replied Teddy.  “I hope you’ve left us some milk.”
“Oh, yes,” said the other.  “My friend here spent ten minutes milking the wrong teat – silly girl – and my cow wouldn’t stand still, so all I managed to do was get the poor beast all hot and bothered.  I’d love to have stayed and at least seen what he had to offer, but unfortunately we have to meet friends in town and we can’t be late.  So you might be lucky.”
As they approached they saw the cows turn their heads to look at them.  They seemed to like what they saw, because they appeared to be staring, but at the same time they moved closer to the stable walls.
“Welcome ladies,” called Debbie.  “Fifty pence a milk – and I hope your more successful than the last two.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” smiled Teddy, dropping a few coins into Debbie’s tin.  “This is something I can truly say I know a bit about.  How about you, Miriam?”
“It may surprise you, Teddy, but my aunt and uncle had a farm, and when I was little I learnt how to milk a cow properly.”
Teddy gave her a doubtful look.  “Really?  But surely you never milked any like these.”
“It’s all the same,” smiled Miriam.  “A firm hand and a sense of rhythm.”
Teddy looked at her as if to say, “Well, dear, you are coming out of your shell, aren’t you?”
And indeed she was.  Anna’s clothes and the memory of the morning’s adventures were combining to make her feel sexy.  Up to now she had been a passive or submissive observer.  However, her new-found confidence had freed her submerged desires, and the thought of now being in a position of such dominance over an adolescent – and she hoped tumescent – male, was very exciting. 
She picked up a stool and a bucket, selected the nearest boy-cow, which happened to be Sean, and thrust him sideways against the wall.  Placing the stool at his side, she sat down and pressed her left knee against his ribcage, making it impossible for him to move.  She took the rubber gloves out of the bucket, pulled them on, and reached under his belly.  She gave each of the three teats a good firm squeeze in turn, to ascertain which was the important one.   A flinch and a squeak identified the middle one.  Without further ado, she took a grip of it, pulled it sideways towards her, and began to milk, holding the bucket by its side at an oblique angle underneath the tip.
Sean began to struggle and moo, but he was pinned firmly against the wall.  He craned his head round.  From squatting on the low stool Miriam’s little dress had ridden up to her hips, revealing her thighs.  She returned his look with a smile, and began to milk harder.  She was aware of Teddy and Debbie watching her, and that, together with the feeling of the plump, firm pen-is in her right hand, was getting her very turned on. 
Poor Sean had no chance.  It took no more than a minute before he tensed and came, with a loud boy-cow moo..
“Good boy…good boy...” cooed Miriam, as if she was talking to an infant.  “Let’s have it all out, every drop…”
Sean’s sperm came in regular spurts.  By squeezing the shaft tightly and only releasing her grip a little as she pulled, Miriam was able to be in total control of his orgasm.  For someone who had hardly seen an erect pen-is before that day, it was a masterful exhibition of power.  It seemed to have come to her instinctively.  To say Teddy and Debbie were impressed would be an understatement.   Sean himself knew at once that there could be no messing with this woman; total submission was his only choice.
“Goodness!” said Debbie.  “That’s a record!  I was timing you.  Less than eighty seconds from a standing start!”
“Where did you learn that technique?” asked Teddy, suspiciously.
“I told you.  On the farm.  But it works quite as well here, I think.”
Teddy had been so fascinated by Miriam’s performance, she hadn’t even started milking Tyler. 
“There,” said Miriam, holding up her little plastic bucket for them to see. There must have been a two tablespoons sloshing about inside.
“Not bad, eh?”
Teddy shook her head slowly.  “You’re a natural, darling.  Please…  Show us again on Tyler?”
“Yes do, dear.  I’ll hold him still,” added Debbie.
And so she did.  And within another minute or two he too was shooting load after load on top of his friend’s, while Teddy videoed the spectacle for posterity.

At the end of her one-woman milking tutorial, it wasn’t only the boys that were out of breath.  Debbie and Teddy were feeling distinctly aroused, and Miriam herself was tingling with pleasure and excitement.  She stood up, peeled off her gloves, and adjusted her skirt.     
“Well I never!” cried Debbie.  “I’m amazed.  I wouldn’t have thought they’d have so much left in them, after this morning.”
“This morning?  What happened this morning?” said Teddy.
“Those four girls – I think they’re from St. Mary’s down the road.  I thought they must have drained our little cows for the day.”
Miriam stared at her.  “They did what?”
“Yes, they milked them both thoroughly.  Said Yulya wanted milk for something…”
“They…  Yulya?  Wanted milk?”
“Oh, probably for the babies,” chortled Teddy.
Suddenly Miriam knew what she had been given to drink that morning.  “Why, those little…”
“Yes.  I probably shouldn’t have let them,” said Debbie, misunderstanding.
“I’ll get them,” Miriam said to herself.  “See if I don’t.”  She pondered.  “But it tasted nice…nicer than ordinary milk, even…   Oh, dear!  What is happening to me?  This place…!”
“It’s lunchtime, Miriam.  You must be hungry.  Let’s go back up.  I can’t wait for the baby changing, can you?”
“No, Teddy, I can’t.  Thank you, Debbie.  The milk?  Oh, I’ll take that, if you don’t mind lending me the bucket.  Thank you.  What for?  Oh, er, I think there’s a prize for the most milk.  I’ll ask Shirley to put it in her fridge, anyway.”
And they walked off up the field, Miriam deep in thought and Teddy smiling and casting little inquisitive glances at her friend.  “I’m going to stay close to you, sweetie,” she thought.  “I like your style.” 

[BabyJay]

Oh boy! the Tigress has awoken. Look out boys and girls I think you are in for a big shock, especially the boys. I think little meek Miriam has realised what she has been missing and intends to make up for lost time. Look forward to nest chapters

[krystalasbaby2017]

Wonderful the shy teacher has been awaken.  Will love to see what happens next.

152.
She found Teddy in reception, chatting to one of the girl Scouts.  Teddy glanced at her as she entered, and did a double take.
“Miriam?  What the fuc-k…?”  She turned back to the Scout.  “Sorry darling.  I got a bit of a shock.  Nice to talk to you.”
She grabbed Miriam by the shoulders and looked her up and down.
“You look a different woman!  How…?”
“Anna.  She took me in hand.  What do you think?”
“Fantastic.  I thought I was going to be the most glamorous one here.  But you make me look like the tart I actually am!”
They collapsed in laughter.
“Let’s get some air before lunch.”
They walked out of the main door, pausing only to give the babies’ nappies a squeeze.
“Still dry, boys?” asked Teddy, innocently.  “Never mind.  Plenty of time.  I’m sure you’ll both be soaked by this afternoon!”

They made their way out onto the lawn.
“What’s going on down there?” asked Miriam, squinting in the direction of the stables.
“Oh…yes, that’s the cows, I believe.  Let’s go see what Shirley’s dreamt up for us there, shall we?”

They strolled down to the stables.  Half way across the field they met two women coming up.
“You going to see the cows?” asked one, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“We are,” replied Teddy.  “I hope you’ve left us some milk.”
“Oh, yes,” said the other.  “My friend here spent ten minutes milking the wrong teat – silly girl – and my cow wouldn’t stand still, so all I managed to do was get the poor beast all hot and bothered.  I’d love to have stayed and at least seen what he had to offer, but unfortunately we have to meet friends in town and we can’t be late.  So you might be lucky.”
As they approached they saw the cows turn their heads to look at them.  They seemed to like what they saw, because they appeared to be staring, but at the same time they moved closer to the stable walls.
“Welcome ladies,” called Debbie.  “Fifty pence a milk – and I hope your more successful than the last two.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” smiled Teddy, dropping a few coins into Debbie’s tin.  “This is something I can truly say I know a bit about.  How about you, Miriam?”
“It may surprise you, Teddy, but my aunt and uncle had a farm, and when I was little I learnt how to milk a cow properly.”
Teddy gave her a doubtful look.  “Really?  But surely you never milked any like these.”
“It’s all the same,” smiled Miriam.  “A firm hand and a sense of rhythm.”
Teddy looked at her as if to say, “Well, dear, you are coming out of your shell, aren’t you?”
And indeed she was.  Anna’s clothes and the memory of the morning’s adventures were combining to make her feel sexy.  Up to now she had been a passive or submissive observer.  However, her new-found confidence had freed her submerged desires, and the thought of now being in a position of such dominance over an adolescent – and she hoped tumescent – male, was very exciting. 
She picked up a stool and a bucket, selected the nearest boy-cow, which happened to be Sean, and thrust him sideways against the wall.  Placing the stool at his side, she sat down and pressed her left knee against his ribcage, making it impossible for him to move.  She took the rubber gloves out of the bucket, pulled them on, and reached under his belly.  She gave each of the three teats a good firm squeeze in turn, to ascertain which was the important one.   A flinch and a squeak identified the middle one.  Without further ado, she took a grip of it, pulled it sideways towards her, and began to milk, holding the bucket by its side at an oblique angle underneath the tip.
Sean began to struggle and moo, but he was pinned firmly against the wall.  He craned his head round.  From squatting on the low stool Miriam’s little dress had ridden up to her hips, revealing her thighs.  She returned his look with a smile, and began to milk harder.  She was aware of Teddy and Debbie watching her, and that, together with the feeling of the plump, firm pen-is in her right hand, was getting her very turned on. 
Poor Sean had no chance.  It took no more than a minute before he tensed and came, with a loud boy-cow moo..
“Good boy…good boy...” cooed Miriam, as if she was talking to an infant.  “Let’s have it all out, every drop…”
Sean’s sperm came in regular spurts.  By squeezing the shaft tightly and only releasing her grip a little as she pulled, Miriam was able to be in total control of his orgasm.  For someone who had hardly seen an erect pen-is before that day, it was a masterful exhibition of power.  It seemed to have come to her instinctively.  To say Teddy and Debbie were impressed would be an understatement.   Sean himself knew at once that there could be no messing with this woman; total submission was his only choice.
“Goodness!” said Debbie.  “That’s a record!  I was timing you.  Less than eighty seconds from a standing start!”
“Where did you learn that technique?” asked Teddy, suspiciously.
“I told you.  On the farm.  But it works quite as well here, I think.”
Teddy had been so fascinated by Miriam’s performance, she hadn’t even started milking Tyler. 
“There,” said Miriam, holding up her little plastic bucket for them to see. There must have been a two tablespoons sloshing about inside.
“Not bad, eh?”
Teddy shook her head slowly.  “You’re a natural, darling.  Please…  Show us again on Tyler?”
“Yes do, dear.  I’ll hold him still,” added Debbie.
And so she did.  And within another minute or two he too was shooting load after load on top of his friend’s, while Teddy videoed the spectacle for posterity.

At the end of her one-woman milking tutorial, it wasn’t only the boys that were out of breath.  Debbie and Teddy were feeling distinctly aroused, and Miriam herself was tingling with pleasure and excitement.  She stood up, peeled off her gloves, and adjusted her skirt.     
“Well I never!” cried Debbie.  “I’m amazed.  I wouldn’t have thought they’d have so much left in them, after this morning.”
“This morning?  What happened this morning?” said Teddy.
“Those four girls – I think they’re from St. Mary’s down the road.  I thought they must have drained our little cows for the day.”
Miriam stared at her.  “They did what?”
“Yes, they milked them both thoroughly.  Said Yulya wanted milk for something…”
“They…  Yulya?  Wanted milk?”
“Oh, probably for the babies,” chortled Teddy.
Suddenly Miriam knew what she had been given to drink that morning.  “Why, those little…”
“Yes.  I probably shouldn’t have let them,” said Debbie, misunderstanding.
“I’ll get them,” Miriam said to herself.  “See if I don’t.”  She pondered.  “But it tasted nice…nicer than ordinary milk, even…   Oh, dear!  What is happening to me?  This place…!”
“It’s lunchtime, Miriam.  You must be hungry.  Let’s go back up.  I can’t wait for the baby changing, can you?”
“No, Teddy, I can’t.  Thank you, Debbie.  The milk?  Oh, I’ll take that, if you don’t mind lending me the bucket.  Thank you.  What for?  Oh, er, I think there’s a prize for the most milk.  I’ll ask Shirley to put it in her fridge, anyway.”
And they walked off up the field, Miriam deep in thought and Teddy smiling and casting little inquisitive glances at her friend.  “I’m going to stay close to you, sweetie,” she thought.  “I like your style.”

[Sandra B]

153.
The canteen was buzzing with excitement.  Everyone was looking forward to the baby changing demonstration – not least the St. Mary’s girls, who were checking their equipment to make sure they had everything they needed.  In anticipation of the task ahead, they had already tied back their hair and put on their white latex aprons and gloves.  Shirley was happy – so far things had gone even better than she had dared to hope.
It was about ten to two when the first alarm went off.  The little bell was drowned out by the hubbub in the canteen, but the recorded squeal of desperation came over quite clearly.
“Mummy, mummy!  [sob]  I’ve done a big wee!  I need changing now! [sob]” 
The buzz of conversation ceased abruptly.  The ladies looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
“Who was that?” asked someone.
One of the girl Scouts came rushing in.
“Max!  It was Max!  And I don’t think Luke is far behind…”
She had hardly spoken when the second alarm went off.  A few of the women rose, intending to go and see for themselves.  But Shirley stood and raised a hand.
“Ladies, please.  Let them be.  Let them enjoy the pleasure of standing there together in their soaking nappies.  At the moment they’re warm, but as they cool down and get less comfortable they’ll be dying for someone to change them, so they’ll be much more cooperative.  Besides, I need to talk to you all about something.  A little idea I have.”

The ladies resumed their seats and looked at her expectantly, sipping their coffees.
“Now I don’t know if you know it, but these two boys – Max Dinsford and Luke Peters – were sent to us by their mothers” – here two ladies sitting together on the opposite side of the room gave her a little wave – “who are here today, because they were at the end of their tethers.  That’s right, isn’t it ladies?”
The two nodded vigorously.
“Apart from their aggression and rudeness to anyone in authority, they were serial abusers of girls.  What we have done here is to counter those tendencies by imposing a strict regime and removing any temptation to macho behaviour.  As you see, such a thing is impossible for them in their present state.  But eventually we shall have to release them.  We are enforcing their submissiveness for the time being by the use of special chastity devices – we prefer to call them erection control devices – which only we are in a position to remove.  In fact, as far as they are concerned, these are on for the duration.  But there will come a day when they have to be removed, and we are concerned that then they may revert to their old ways.”
“Leave them on for ever, darling!” someone suggested.
“That may not be practicable.  My aim would be to reform these boys without resort to mechanical restraints.  Experience tells me there may be a way.  What I am proposing is another six months of babification and erection control, possibly accompanied by some mild hormone therapy.  It would be a valuable experiment.  The goal would be to leave them unable to get an erection, and dependent for their welfare and peace of mind on remaining in a babified condition for the rest of their lives.  Research tells me that there are plenty of women out there who would love to own a grown-up baby – even marry one – for the rewards of dependency and entertainment.”
A ripple of astonishment ran through her audience. 
“However, for this experiment to be successful, I would need your help.  What I am proposing is a period of twenty-six weeks in which each baby would spend one week with each of twenty-six families.  He would need to be treated exactly as a baby: dressed as a baby, put to sleep in a special cot, made to suc-k a pacifier, and fed milk from a bottle and mush in a high-chair.  This would reinforce the idea that, to all intents and purposes, he was a baby.  We would potty-train them so they didn’t always have to use nappies.  You could use babysitters, or let your daughters take charge of them.  Make them playthings for the family.  Take them out to the playground.  Humiliate them in any way you please.  My colleague Mandy suggests outings in transparent baby pants with no nappy, so everyone can see how neatly their little helpless willies are tucked safely away.  They’re big boys so a little smack on the botty now and then wouldn’t be out of order.”
“So…would you separate them?”
“Definitely.  They wouldn’t see each other for the whole six months – unless they met at the playground or in a playgroup.”
“Playgroup?”
“I can recommend two locally, both run by friends of mine, who are happy to accept er, larger babies.”
“And what about all the equipment?”
“We supply everything, all you will need, including special oversize cots and playpens with locking lids, and we will deliver and collect.  If you have a spare room that is ideal, but not necessary.  The baby can be contained anywhere.”  She smiled.  “If you wish you can lock him in his playpen in the living room for everyone to laugh at and play with.”
“Sounds like fun.  I know my daughter would love to keep a big baby as a pet, and show him off to all her friends.”
“Yes.  They can be very amusing – and, of course, make very good live dolls.  They can be combed, and made up, and tickled, and scolded…  They’ll soon get used to being the centre of attention, and I think they’ll respond by becoming more and more babylike every day.  That’s my hope, anyway.”
She paused, and looked around.  “Yulya?  Would you hand out those sheets?  Thank you.  These list the terms of the agreement, our obligations and yours.  You have pretty much a free hand.  Just make sure you don’t lose them, that’s all,” she laughed.  “If you would like to be involved, you can fill up the form at the bottom and hand it in to reception at the end of the day.  I’ll speak to everyone who expresses interest, and if after due discussion and deliberation you decide to go ahead, we can book in an appropriate week.  I was thinking of a changeover on Sunday mornings.”
“Would it be possible to host both babies on different weeks?”
“Of course.  That may be something several of you would like to do.  Now, if there are any more questions, I’ll be available in my office at the end of the day.  But I think it’s time to get those babies changed, don’t you?  If I could trouble you all to take your chairs with you to the edges of the room, our trusty Scouts will clear the tables away and lay down the special changing mats in the middle of the floor, so that everyone can get a good view…”

[BabyJay]

Once again you excel yourself. Looks like the boys are going to have plenty of attention for the next 6 months. Hope Miriam takes her turn, as they say, practice makes perfect.