Chapter 22

"Marnie, you have to promise me you will never tell George what I did today." Barbara implored.

"I won't tell yours, if you don't tell mine." She said with a smile.

"We were so bad." Barbara said. "But, it was so wonderful, wasn't it."

"Yes, this vacation is just what the doctor ordered to counterbalance the stress of our everyday lives." Marnie replied. "Let's get ourselves to dinner."

Dinner was a feast and the two ladies were hungry from the excitement of the day. As they sat back in their chairs, full and sassy, the P.A. system announced that volunteers were needed for the "Bull Milking Contest" fantasy. The announcement asked for ten female volunteers to act as "milkmaids" for the event. Staff circulated between the tables to identify the volunteers. An attractive, well toned thirty-something, woman stopped at Marnie and Barbara's table for a moment to see if their table had any volunteers. Marnie and Barbara looked at each other for a moment, shrugged their shoulders in unison and stood up to join the woman who was ready to lead them behind stage. The P.A. announcer followed shortly after with a thank you, that enough volunteers had been selected.

The ladies were oriented to the fantasy that ten men had signed up for. When the contest was to begin, the ten milkmaids were to bring the man assigned to her off and capture all of his spunk in a cigar sized test-tube with measurements etched into the side of the glass. The one with the most jizm collected in 30 minutes would be the winner. This was a Class A event, so more than hands were allowed. She walked the ladies around the stage to familiarize them with the milking stands, an upright post with a cross piece that the contestant hung his arms over and then was secured by being gently bound at the wrists. This held the "bull" upright, and the base that supported the upright was a box-like wooden form, about a foot high, that the contestant had to straddle, keeping his legs apart.

They were told, that the contestants would be positioned shortly and the ladies were to line up next to one for the event. They would have about ten minutes to familiarize themselves with them, get them preliminarily aroused if they wanted, but they were "bulls", so the milkmaids were asked not to to speak them.

As the two ladies stood in line, Marnie remarked, "Gosh anybody who would sign up for this fantasy must have a pretty big opinion of themselves, don't you think?"

"It sure has me curious. I wonder how much we will be able to milk out of these guys anyway." Barbara replied.

Their conversation was cut short as the curtain to the dining room opened and lights were directed at them. Then they turned to their left as the "bulls" were marched onto the stage to the applause of the audience. They were paraded to the uprights naked except for a leather thong that formed a "figure eight" across their front running around the back of their necks and under their scrotums, crisscrossing at approximately their navels. This had the effect of uplifting their balls from their legs, especially if they reared their heads back.

They had different body types from slender to beer bellied. They ranged in age from thirty to fifty. The common feature among most of them were the prodigious genitalia that they all appeared proud of. Marnie and Barbara looked up and down the line at the other ladies who were beginning to touch and caress their bulls, as the staff began securing the wrists of the contestants to their structures. Then they joined in and touched their bulls as well.

Each started to tune out the audience, and the other contestants as they brushed, petted, rubbed, pinched, hefted and otherwise explored the equipment of their bulls. Barbara took her left hand and slid it along the upper legs and rear cheeks of her bull as if in a daze, admiring the strength their firmness beheld. Marnie, wanted to feel what her bull's genitalia felt like bundled up between her breasts, as she sidled up and stuffed it down the top of her toga to the moan of appreciation from her bull. Barbara toyed with pulling on the thong at the crisscross to make the bull's genitals flop up and down, then she grabbed the long straight penis with one hand and held his balls together with her thumb and middle finger turning it from side to side as she examined its texture shape and volume.

Marnie held her bull's cock up to her cheek to feel its warmth and soft surface. She turned her head back and forth to move her skin against it. She and Barbara looked at each other smiling devilishly, when the announcement advised that there was one more minute before the contest was to begin. They started to stroke the cocks of their bulls in earnest, causing the others to competitively do the same to catch up with them. When the contest began with the announcement "Maintenant", the fists were flying. The bulls contorted their faces, hissed, moaned, and eked out sounds of blissful agony. Marnie's bull started to arch his back, his head pulling his genitals up and out, and she knew he was going to deliver his first installment. She quickly grabbed the tube and placed it as carefully as she could at the tip of his penis to catch all that might fly out, and gush he did. She kept up the motion while he flopped about in place, Marnie following his cock tip as he gyrated, trying to alleviate himself from her relentless motion. She momentarily noticed and admired the quantity she collected thinking, "three or four more, and he'd have this thing filled. I wonder if he has it in him?"

Barbara was so wrapped up in the moment, that she was staring at the tip of her bull's cock, like a kid looking to see why water hasn't come out the end of a hose yet, when he erupted all over her face. She opened her eyes and mouth wide, as she gasped in a breath of air, and ended up swallowing a little of the jizm that was meant for the tube. She quickly took the tube and tried her best to scrape the jizm off of her face with the edge of it, leaving her bull to wonder if she would finish the job with the little bit left in him to squirt out.

Marnie chuckled to herself, not wanting to embarrass her friend, and went on to stimulating her bull to a second cumming. With the tubes resting in holders on the uprights between the bulls' legs, everyone could see the front runners. Barbara determined that she was coming from behind, so she redoubled her effects to get her man off sooner, so she may have a chance at an extra cumming before the end compared to the others.

Some of the men wanted to communicate to their milkers what would work best for them, but they were warned that any verbal communication would be grounds for disqualification. Barbara's bull did everything he could to get her to have and maintain eye contact with him, so he could communicate facially with her. She soon picked up on his strategy and worked as attentively as she was able in consort with his directions. As a team, they became the first to have a second cumming, and Barbara was successful at collecting all that he was able to offer.

The competition heated up and the milkmaids started to get into it as if they had chosen the fantasy for themselves. Hands changed to mouths, breasts got displayed, in one case, a milkmaid backed up to her bull, standing on the box-like base to the upright and coaxed her bull to cum with her cunt muscles. As it turned out, the one who came last, accumulated the most. The rest of the contestants were in some state of unfulfilled frustration at not hitting the thirty minute mark with their last effort. When they were let down, many pleaded with their milkmaids to finish what they had started in the back after the fantasy was over. Marnie and Barbara were exhausted and decided o retire for the evening.

Back in their rooms they discussed the day. "Maybe I should have taken my guy up on his offer of a good time following the contest." Marnie was saying. "I am still pretty worked up from the day."

"Marnie, I hate to say it, but I am too. What are we going to do?" Barbara asked concerned.

"Give me a minute with the brochure and I'll see." Marnie replied... "It says here that there is a Class A sexual fantasy of 'The Courtesans of Catherine the Great'. The description reads 'Experience the chores of a courtesan of Catherine the Great, by testing the prowess of her suitors before she does, so she doesn't waste her time with the insufficient.' I guess it is like being a royal taster, only of a different sort." Marnie said. "That sounds promising, don't you think?"

"Well, it is all play acting right? What could be wrong with that?" Barbara justified. "I'm going to have some pretty frustrating dreams, I'm sure, just thinking about it."

"I'm going to call in for reservations, if they'll take them at this hour." Marnie said... "All set for two o'clock tomorrow..."

"I can't answer the door like this." Brenda protested.

"Okay then, go put on a robe. I'll answer the door." Brad said.

"Who are you?" Brad asked of the rough looking guy at the door.

"Well, who are you?" Jeff Larcher retorted.

"It's okay Brad, this is Brenda's friend Jeff." Jimmy explained.

"Hey Jimmy, taking good care of those modeling shots?" Jeff asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I even got some more." Jimmy replied.

"Wow dude, you're awesome. Let's see them." Jeff responded to the news.

Jimmy ran upstairs and passed Brenda coming down, as she was tying the sash and following his sprint up the stairs with her eyes. When she looked back, there was Jeff.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked surprised and annoyed.

"Nice to see you too, Babe." He replied. "My dad sent me out to track down your mother. Your dad said I'd find you here."

"What does your dad want with my mother?"

"He doesn't tell me much, he just wanted me to find out where she is."

"Well, she is out of the country for another couple of days. Tell Walter that I'm available for more modeling work." She said, as Jimmy re-entered the room, handing his book to Jeff to review. "Hey, I don't want you looking at that." She said trying to grab it back from Jeff's grasp.

Jeff pulled it away from her forcefully and started to ogle the pictures he hadn't seen yet, at his leisure. "Good job my man." He said to Jimmy. "You've got a flare for this kind of thing."

"Yeah, I'm going to do it for a living when I grow up." Jimmy announced.

"Are you going to get me copies for turning you on to it?" Jeff extorted.

"He will not!" Brenda interrupted brusquely.

"But Brenda." Jimmy said, with almost a whine.

"No Jimmy, you can't give out a model's pictures without her permission, unless she signs away her rights." Brenda advised.

"Okay. Sorry Jeff. She would know." Jimmy apologized.

"Well, I'll check on that." Jeff said. "So, when is your mom getting back again?"

"Seems like Thursday. I'll tell her Walter was asking for her." Brenda said.

"So, when are you going to get dressed for the day like the rest of the people in the world? It's one o'clock already." Jeff asked in reference to her robe.

Brad and Jimmy snickered.

"What? What,... what did I say?" Jeff asked sensitive to being left out of the loop.

"These are the first clothes Brenda has had on all day." Brad said going back into a snicker with Jimmy.

Brenda, trying to brush the whole thing off, grabbed Jeff's arm and started to escort him to the door. "I'll catch up with you later, I've got work still to do before the Crandels return from their trip." She said.

Jeff tore his arm out of her grip obstinately, "I'll just hang around until then."

"No, I've got to drive to the airport to pick them up. You need to go so I can get ready." She said, resuming her efforts.

Jeff broke her grasp more decisively this time, "I'll just hang with you guys until you have to go."

"Brenda, you'd better get dressed like you were about to do when Jeff came by, so we can go." Brad said, not sure whether he liked Jeff or not.

"Wait. First I want to see what I have been missing." Jeff said, as he quickly undid her robe and held it open. "Gee, you're still keeping it neat down there." He said referring to her shaved pussy.

Jimmy looked at the proceedings a bit confused, and was changing his attitude toward Jeff, as Brenda abruptly brought her arms together to close the robe, embarrassed and annoyed. At this point, the three of them wanted the intruder out of their play space.

Jeff, realizing it would be a battle to stay and have fun with them, decided it was time to make his retreat, and left.

"Thanks Brad. Well, I'll put the laundry in the dryer and we can fold the things coming out." Brenda said.

"How about we watch, oh, and I'll hold the robe." Brad said with a smile.

Brenda tried to act annoyed, but she was actually enjoying being bossed into doing household chores in the nude in front of the boys. They enjoyed watching the stacked Brenda's body move to the tasks at hand, bend to take laundry items out of the basket seductively, bend and reach to accomplish proper hospital corners on the bed, her tits wobble as she scrubbed the ring from the tub, her strong legs as she bent to place dishes in the rack of the dishwasher. Brad blatantly rubbed his crotch when she brought out the duster, and dusted the objects around the boys sitting on the couch, and as she got down on hands and knees to give the carpet a second over for the cum stains from the night before.

She didn't object to Jimmy taking photo shots at Brad's direction. Jimmy unconsciously got an insight into Brad's fascination for Brenda's legs, rear, and breasts when they were hanging, as they were the majority of Brad's requests for shots.

"Okay, now I want you to rub my wiener." Brad said boldly, getting a little frustrated with the arousal building up in his groin.

Brenda and Jimmy both looked at him as if he had just arrived from another planet. "Excuse me?" Brenda asked.

"I'm the boss, remember? I need some motion from you here, before I become crazed." Brad explained.

Jimmy went on alert to the tension building up in the air. "Bosses don't ask their employees to do such things. Why don't you just take it out, and we'll see how bad the problem is." Brenda retorted.