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Food for Tomorrow - New girls at St Winifreds (chapter 2 of 4) by Andrew
Jay (email anc1iej (at)hotmail .  com) Codes: FMMMMMM, teen, mf, Ff, Mf,
romance, virginity, lactation, cookery, canibalism

   Copyright 2008 Andrew Jay all rights reserved.  Intended for adults
only. This text may be archived/reposted to free public access provided the
author's name, email and this notice appear in the message body.  This
story is completely fictional, fantasy and not real - doing any of this
stuff at home will hurt and is probably illegal.  If you want to use the
'universe' feel free, but please keep 'Food For Tomorrow' in the title, be
gentle with my characters, and credit myself with the idea for the
universe. No fee or service has ever been provided to the author for this
document, or for product placement.

   The next morning was their mum's slaughter day.  The sisters had
arranged to meet at the school office at lunch time, but the morning
lessons had dragged.  Both girls found themselves speculating on what was
happening to their mother at that moment: She was probably in the queue of
women to be processed...  she might be having her blood test now...  She
might be outside with dad again, laughing with him about her new
pregnancy...  or maybe not.

   Finally, the dinner bell rang and the girls rushed to meet outside the
office.  "Are you ready?" Kim asked the younger girl.  "Yes." Sam replied.
They held hands and walked to the office window.  Kim called through the
window.  "Excuse me, have you had a message from our mum or dad - we are
Kimberley and Samantha Clarkson." The secretary looked through a notebook
for a short time then answered.  "Yes, I have.  It was to say that..." she
flicked over the page of her notes "...your mother was slaughtered at 10:45
this morning.  Your Father and Martha are fine, and they will send on the
cuts of meat you wanted and a few photos.  He is going to use special
delivery so that the meat arrives in time for your evening meal." The
secretary looked up and smiled.  "The meat will arrive here with me, so I
will pass it to the kitchens - they are quite happy to cook something like
that up as long as it is after the busy time.  You just turn up at the
dinning hall at 6pm and tell them who you are."

   "Thank you Miss." croaked Kim, stunned.  Her mother was gone, and they
only had each other now.  The hugged until the next lesson bell rang.

   In contrast to the morning, the afternoon seemed to fly by, and neither
girl had any idea of what lessons they had just sat through.

   At 6pm, they both arrived at the dinning hall, which by that time was
nearly empty.  Kim spoke briefly to one of the dinner ladies, then they
waited at a table together for the promised meal of their mother.  After a
few minutes, a dinner lady emerged with a tray containing two plates -
fillet steaks, chips and some mushrooms.  She also delivered an envelope.
"Eat your food first, while she is still hot dears."

   Neither girl actually wanted to eat anything at all at that moment, as
they looked at the steaks gently steaming on the plate.  Kim broke the
silence, "I promised mum we would eat her meat - she said it was a way for
her to live on in us." "Ok" Kim gently pressed her fork into her mother's
meat with her left hand, then started to carve a chunk of meat with the
knife in the other.  It was quite tender, and the knife cut the meat
easily, oozing a little pink fluid from the cut.  She slowly moved the
chunk of meat to her mouth, hesitated, then put it in and started to chew.
She could feel more of the juice oozing out as she chewed and remembered
her mother showing her where on her back the meat would come from.  "Mum
tastes lovely." Sam said sadly, wiping tears from her eyes.  "Yes she
does." Kim replied, and both girls ate the rest of their meal in silence.

   They both managed their entire meal until only a small pool of pink
juice remained on each plate.  Feeling rather uncomfortably full, they sat
together to look through the contents of the envelope.

   First was a letter from their father, which Kim read aloud to Sam. 
"Hello Kim and Sam, I hope you are well.  Hopefully you have just enjoyed a
wonderful meal of your mum by now.  I bought a few cuts of meat from her,
but I have to say yours looked the nicest.  They gave me her head of
course, which is free to the family.  She looked really lovely, and I think
there was a glimmer of a smile on her face.  Some people throw the head
away, but I couldn't bare to, so Martha has cut her head into two halves -
one for now, and one for the freezer, so maybe in the holidays you can have
some.  Martha cooked up your mum's brain for lunch - deep fried it was
lovely - and she is cooking the rest of the head now in some sort of white
wine sauce.  Martha assures me that your mum's cheeks and tongue are going
to be delicious.  It is making me hungry just thinking about it.

   At your mum's suggestion I have included a few photographs of her in the
envelope - a few from the party last night, and a couple outside the
abattoir before she went in.

   Sam, your mother reminded me that you forgot to take your gym skirt with
you when you left the other day, so I have enclosed that.  I hope you
haven't got into trouble for not having it.

   Martha sends her love by the way.  She is still my maid, but she says if
you want her to be your new mum that's fine.  I service her every day, so
keep your fingers crossed that I manage to impregnate her.

   Work hard girls, and see you in the holidays, Love Dad."

   Sam took out the skirt and placed it next to her plate.  Kim removed the
photos which were secured by an elastic band.

   They looked through each of the photos.  The first picture showed mum
and dad sitting opposite each other at a candle lit dinner in their house.
Their mum was wearing a smart cocktail dress.  They are chinking wine
glasses and smiling for the camera.  Kim thought how radiant mum looked,
and smiled.  She passed the photo to Sam.

   The next picture showed a host of men who had evidently arrived just
after the meal ended - dad was giving one of them a hug and laughing.  Mum
was looking wistful in her cocktail dress, still holding her wine glass.

   The next picture was a posed group photo.  The men and her father were
posed standing close behind her mum who was at the centre of the group,
holding her wine glass as if she is saying cheers.  One of the men has
slipped his hand inside the front of her mums dress and is holding her
breast.

   The next one must have been taken shortly after the previous photo.  In
it, the men have undone her dress and pulled it down.  Her breasts are
being squeezed by two different men and a third has his hand inside her
panties, apparently pushing his finger inside her.  Her dad is laughing at
the camera.

   The next few pictures show her mum being serviced by several of the men
in various positions.  She made an attempt to smile for the first picture,
but her eyes were closed tightly shut for the rest.

   The next picture was a candid one of her mum speaking on the phone. 
With a gulp, Kim realised it must have been she was speaking to her.  A
glistening white trail of sperm is oozing from her mum's vagina.

   The next few photos show her being serviced by more men - one of the
pictures also shows her father recording the proceedings on a video camera.


   The next photo is a close up of her mum's vagina, showing her bottom
propped up on a cushion.  Her vagina is running with white sperm and looks
sore.  "She did the cervix thing for us." Kim tearfully told Sam.

   The next pictures are all taken outside, with the abattoir in the
background.  In the first, mum is on her own smiling and waving to the
camera.  Others show her mum and dad kissing, her mum with Martha and one
showing all four of them which must have been taken by someone else.  Dad
is between Martha and her mum, with his arms around both of them.  He is
holding Martha's breast, and mum is watching them, rather than looking at
the camera.

   "That's the last of the photos." Kim said, telling herself inwardly that
she would never undergo such an ordeal just to avoid slaughter.  "Why did
he send us all those photos of the party?" asked Sam.  "I really don't
know." replied Kim.

   The last item was an envelope addressed in their mother's handwriting to
Kim and Sam.  It was still sealed.  Kim opened it and read it.

   "Dearest Kim and Sam, If you are reading this, then it means I have been
slaughtered.  I hope I tasted nice - there should be lots of protein in
those cuts of my flesh, so hopefully I am being turned into new muscle as
you read.

   Dad is going to be looked after by Martha, so don't worry about him. 
Don't be sad for me, I was picked fair and square, and I couldn't get
pregnant in time.  They say a human carcass will feed about 50 people in
some way, and I am happy to know that the people I love most in the world
have been fed by me.

   I asked your father to send a few photos of me before the slaughter so
that you would have something to remember me by.  It is also right to have
a couple of Martha as I am fairly sure she will be your new mum.  She is a
sweet girl, and I can see your father loves her.  Please take her to your
heart like he has.

   There will probably come a time when you are picked in the lottery.  Of
course I want you to try and get pregnant, but if it doesn't happen, as you
step into the slaughter pen, I want you to hold your head up high, smile to
the slaughter man and think of me.  Show them what the Clarkson women are
made of!

   Keep me in your thoughts, Love Mum."

   Tears were streaming down each girls face, as they looked through each
of the photos again.

   The days continued to pass, and although the girls never forgot their
mother, they soon got over the shock of losing her.  Kim pinned the picture
of her mum and dad having dinner together over her bed.  Sam chose the one
of mum, dad and Martha outside the abattoir.

   Kim slowly started to integrate into her classes - she found the boy she
had been assigned to sit next to was a whiz at maths (her own weak spot),
and unlike most of the boys in the school, he didn't stare at her breasts,
or try to look down her top, or squeeze her bottom if she bent over.  In
fact he appeared to try not to look at her breasts whenever he faced her.
It was quite refreshing, and they soon became homework buddies.

   Kim marked each day off on her calendar.  On the evening when there was
just seven days until she reached the day when she would become designated
as `Cattle', Sam bounded in to the dorm - somewhat later than usual.

   "Kim, Kim you have to see this!" she exclaimed.  "What?" Sam sat on
Kim's bed with her.  She stripped off her blazer, and blouse.  She wore no
bra, but Kim could clearly see the cause of her excitement.  She had a
white dressing covering most of her left breast.

   "You have been bar-coded!  Let me see!" Kim asked.  Sam slowly peeled
back the sticky sides of the dressing to reveal a raw looking, freshly
tattooed barcode, similar to Kim's own.  "So you got your period -
congratulations." "Yes!  Finally!" Sam was bubbling with excitement.  She
hitched up her skirt and pulled down her panties to reveal a sanitary towel
with a blotch of blood soaked into it.  "I would have gone with you if you
had said..." "I wanted to do it myself - I might need to manage on my own
one day." Sam replied.  It was perhaps a little insensitive, but it was
true that Kim could be slaughtered at any time once she was Cattle.

   Kim knew the procedure from when she had undergone it, but asked anyway
"So tell me what happened?"

   "Well, I was sitting in history, and I realised I felt a bit strange
down there.  I had a little peek and realised I had blood on my knickers,
so I put my hand up to ask if I could visit Matron.  Miss Williams asked
why, so I told her I was bleeding - she didn't trust me - she still
demanded to look, so I showed her..." Kim nodded but said nothing - Miss
Williams was one of the teachers that seemed to constantly stare at her
breasts.  "...so she let me go to Matron.  I showed him and he gave me a
clean pair of knickers and a box of towels and showed me how to use them.
Then he told me to take off my bra and top so he could barcode me.  He is
such a hunk!  - in a year and a day, I want him to be my first."

   Kim laughed, and told her to carry on.  "So he got this scanner thing
and typed my details into it, then he swabbed my boob really carefully to
make sure it was really clean.  Then he held my nipple - which was really
hard by the way - and he pulled it to the side to make the skin tight and
zap-zap-zap.  It hurt a bit, but not like getting the cane.  Then he
scanned in the new barcode and showed me his machine and it had my new
Cattle Id, my name, and `Child until' and the date in a year and a day. 
Then he swabbed it again really slowly and carefully - it stung a bit, but
it made me really horny, then finally he put on the dressing."

   "Well done, Sam" Kim congratulated her.  Matron had followed FSA rules
to the letter.

   "I just have to keep the dressing on for the next day, and go without a
bra for a few days, and no one will be able to tell it has only just been
done.  He said I had to attend `woman craft' lessons from now on - what are
they?"

   "They are the skills you will need after you become cattle: Cookery, how
to iron, massage, sexual techniques...  that sort of thing.  The idea is to
give you the best chance of finding and keeping a man."

   "What did you do in your last lesson then?" Sam asked.  "How to make
steak pie and the best ways to orally stimulate a penis." Kim replied.  She
didn't mention that she burned the pie and she choked on the plastic penis
they had practiced on.

   "I'm going to call mum and dad to tell them about it." Sam exclaimed. 
Kim looked at her quizzically.  "Martha and Dad.  You have to get used to
it, Kim." "I know." Kim replied a little sadly.

   Another seven days passed by.  She hadn't yet realised the boy she had
been sitting next to in classes - Hamish - was becoming her best friend.  A
best friend who never tried to watch her breasts, or feel her, or made
improper suggestions to her.

   She woke up to the sounds of gentle snoring from the other beds in the
dorm.  She was, she realised, now Cattle.  She was now officially old
enough to have sex, have babies, and be entered into the lottery draw and
be slaughtered.  She decided to get the formalities over with as soon as
possible, so she climbed out of bed, picked up her white stripe tie which
she would never need again, and made her way to Matron's office.

   She knocked on the door and a sleepy sounding voice said "I'm coming."
He opened the door and said, "hello - how can I help?" "Hello matron, My
`year and a day' is up today - I need to change ties." "You are a bit
early....  Come in for a minute."

   10 minutes later, having been provided with her new `pink stripe' tie,
and declining her first offer of a service, she returned to the dorm.

   "Surprise!" the other occupants of the dorm were all standing around her
bed, still in their night clothes.  At the suggestion of Sam, they had
decorated her bed with some home made decorations.  One read `Fresh Meat'
another said `Service Me!'.  Someone had borrowed some `Learner' signs from
a car and put them at the end of her bed.  There were a few envelopes on
the bed waiting for her.

   "The girls told me it is a tradition in St Winnies' that when you get
your pink stripe, you have to snog everyone else in your dorm...  starting
with me - and don't dare give pecks on the cheek!"

   Kim didn't have much choice but to go along with it.  She gave what
seemed like a sister hug to Sam, who kissed her full on the lips.  The next
two girls did much the same thing, but the fourth girl held her tighter and
pushed her tongue into Kim's mouth as they kissed.  Kim was initially
repulsed but found the sensation quite agreeable as the kiss went on,
realising that the girl was squeezing her bottom, then her breast.  The
kiss eventually ended.  "You know, its not just men that are allowed to
service you now...  If you ever want to try a girl, just ask me." "Ok
thanks..." Kim managed breathlessly, through the laughter of the other
girls.  The remaining girls - both pink and white stripes - were rather
emboldened by the kiss they had just witnessed, so they all tried it for
themselves when it was their turn.  Kim didn't object - it was quite nice
anyway.

   To a round of applause, the last kiss ended.  Sam told Kim to open her
cards.

   The first was from Sam - it had been hand drawn and showed a girl
astride a man, facing away from the viewer.  Inside were the words `Kim
Clarkson - Born to Fuck', and the names of Sam and the rest of the dorm.

   The next card was from Martha, and showed an unfurling pink rose. 
Inside she had written `Congratulations on your womanhood - use it wisely.
Love Mum xxx'.  This immediately annoyed Kim a little, but she said
nothing.

   The next was from Hamish - it showed a picture of a highland view and
said `Congratulations.  Hamish'.  Kim allowed herself a smile.

   The last envelope contained a card from her father and a second envelope
addressed to her and Sam.  The card showed a cow on a misty hillside.  It
was sort of a compliment because you could only see cows in zoos now, but
it was not lost on Kim that they were originally a beast of burden bread
for food.  The wording said `I know you will do me proud.  Love, Dad xxx'.
Kim smiled again - dad could be insensitive but she still loved him dearly.

   The girls sat down together on the bed and read the letter together
silently.  "Dear Kim and Sam, I hope everything is going ok for you.  I
have some news that might be a bit of a shock.  I am hopeless on the phone
at this sort of thing, so I thought I would write it down.  Here goes.  You
are going to have a new sister soon!  Believe me I was as shocked as I am
sure you are - it is not your mother's and she was rather annoyed with me,
but I think I have smoothed things out.

   Six months ago, I did a friend from the club a favour - his daughter was
due for slaughter in 2 weeks time and she was having trouble getting
pregnant.  To be honest, it seemed like she was as good as dead meat, but
me and a few other chaps from the club agreed to go over in the evening and
service her.  We all had a lovely time and we wished her luck.  A couple of
weeks later, her dad told me that her blood test at the slaughterhouse was
positive, and I was jolly pleased for her, but thought nothing of it.  A
couple of days ago however, I got a letter saying the DNA test showed I was
the father!  Out of all those men who serviced her that day!  I was
speechless.

   Obviously I will have custody of the new baby, but she has the right to
live with me and the baby.  I'm not sure she wanted to stay with me, but I
think her dad told her she had no choice.  We decided to move her in
immediately - thank goodness for government paternity grants!

   Like I said, your mother wasn't happy about it, but when she met Casey,
I think she melted a bit - Casey is only a little older than you Sam, and
your mum's mothering instinct must have kicked in.  On the plus side, the
baby will have arrived in time for the holidays, and maybe we will manage a
little fresh milk for you both when you are at home.

   I have included a few pictures of Casey for you.

   Love, Dad xxx"

   Kim took the pictures out of the envelope.  The first one had the note
`conception' written in the border and showed their dad fucking a skinny
girl about Sam's age in front of a small crowd of other men.  Her face is
in a grimace.  One of the other men is trying to put his semi erect penis
in her mouth, and another is squeezing one of her breasts.

   The next picture shows the girl quite heavily pregnant, posing with
Kim's dad, who is wearing a t-shirt saying `Who's the Daddy'.  The girl
isn't wearing a bra and her nipples are visible.

   The last picture shows the girl posing with Martha, who has her arm
around the girl's shoulders.

   "Cool" said Sam.  A couple of weeks passed uneventfully.  It seemed like
Kim had been asked if she wanted to be serviced by most of the boys and
nearly all of the male (and a couple of the female) teachers in the school,
but so far, much to Sam's amazement, she had declined them all.  Then the
Monday morning assembly happened.

   Miss Fisk started proceedings with Cassandra standing behind her.  There
was the usual overlong allegorical story, the school song, and a few more
school announcements, then Miss Fisk continued.  "I have a couple more
announcements - some good news and some bad.  Firstly the good news... 
Natalie Porter...  stand up dear...  thank you.  As you know Natalie was on
notice of slaughter, but I am pleased to say she has become pregnant!" The
school hall broke into applause, much to Natalie's embarrassment.  When the
noise died down, Miss Fisk asked "Do you know who the father is?" Natalie
shrugged.  "Never mind, we will find out from the DNA test in a few months
time and we can pat him on the back then.  A little bird tells me there is
another expectant mother in the room...  Tanya Benson...  stand up." Tanya
stood up.  "Well done dear...  do you know who the father is?" Tanya called
out "Mr Sweeney." Mr Sweeney was the music teacher who looked about 60 if
he was a day.  "Well done Mr Sweeney - that's four you have fathered now
isn't it?" He nodded, then added with a laugh "That's right, but I have
eaten two of them, and one of their mothers." Another round of applause
swept the room.

   Miss Fisk let the room grow quiet again, and motioned for the girls to
sit down.  "Now for the bad news.  It was lottery night again last night,
and I am sorry to say one of our number has been chosen." Miss Fisk paused
for dramatic effect.  "Could Kimberley Clarkson come here now please," Kim
didn't believe she had just heard her name - she had only just become
Cattle.  The news slowly sunk in, and she stood with all the dignity she
could manage and made her way towards the stage.  She noticed Cassandra
smirking behind Miss Fisk.

   "This is your `Notification of Slaughter' letter, with a slaughter date
three months from now..." Miss Fisk handed her a brown envelope.  "... 
this is your Red tie pin to indicate that your are on three months notice,
and here is the key to a servicing room should you require a little
privacy." "Thank you Miss Fisk." Kim replied, taking the items.  Miss Fisk
turned to the room again.  "I expect the male pupils and staff members in
this school to comply with any reasonable request Kimberley makes of them
to be serviced.  The school will pull together and do everything it can to
make sure you are pregnant before your slaughter date." "Thank you Miss
Fisk." replied Kim.

   She struggled through her lessons that day, unable to concentrate.  She
had sworn to herself that she would not put herself though being serviced
by everyone she could.  She had some pride after all.  She looked down at
the small red badge on her tie.  She was now faced with slaughter unless
she could get pregnant.

   She hadn't seen Hamish most of the day, but he made his way over to her
at the end of the evening meal.  He seemed a little lost for words - even
more than usual Kim thought.  Finally he managed to get a sentence out. 
"Kim, I think I love you." "What?" Kim replied, not believing what she had
heard.  "I think I love you and I don't want you to be slaughtered." Kim
hesitated a little "Well, er...  thank you." "What I am trying to say is
that I don't want to service you, but I do want to make love with you... 
so you get...  pregnant..." his voice trailed off "...and then you wont
have to be slaughtered."

   Kim looked at him like he was a little mad.  Shy, bumbling Hamish had
just said he loved her.  Shy, handsome considerate Hamish.  Shy, hunky,
slightly sexy Hamish with wonderful dark brown eyes.

   Kim leant forward, shut her eyes and kissed him gently on the lips.  A
tingle went down through her tummy.  Surprised she opened her eyes - he
still had his eyes shut.  She shut her eyes again, and kissed him again -
less gently this time.  Her tongue gently pushing inside his lips, chasing
his tongue around his mouth.  She barely heard the cheers and whistles from
the other students in the room.  The tingle that had gone down her tummy
before had turned into a jittery spark...  her pussy was growing wet.  She
opened her eyes "No time like the present." she said, and grabbed his hand,
pulling him out of the dining hall to the servicing room.

   They stumbled into the room, and Kim latched the door behind her.  She
had never been inside before, but it was pretty like she imagined.  A big
bed, a large mirror on the wall and another on the ceiling.  A few sex toys
on the bedside table.  Shrugging off her blazer, she kissed him again, and
started to fumble for the catch on his trousers.  "Please...  I er..."
Hamish started.  "What?" Kim asked impatiently, undoing the buttons on her
blouse.  "I er...  never did this before." "What?" Kim could hardly believe
him.  He had been a citizen for at least a year, and must have had
countless offers.  "Why?" "I only wanted to make love to someone I loved,
and I have only loved you since I first saw you on the train." "Why didn't
you say something?" Kim asked him.  "I didn't want to spoil our
friendship." "Well, its ok, because I have never done it either." She
smiled at him.

   She gently unclipped his trousers, then unbuttoned his shirt, and
slipped it from his shoulders.  His chest was surprisingly toned.  She took
her blouse off, to reveal her white bra.  Undoing the clasp, she told him
"You can take it off for me."

   He gently pulled the straps from her shoulders and let them slide down
her arms.  Her fairly large breasts were revealed to him at last.  He had
seen the bar-coded one on that first day, but he still gasped at their
beauty.  "You can touch them." She smiled at him.  She wanted him to touch
them, to kiss them.  Bite them.  She wanted him!  He traced his finger down
her bar code.  Her nipple grew erect immediately.  He gently touched it,
and she could feel the wetness in her underwear.  "Kiss them, please." she
almost pleaded with Hamish.  He did as he was asked, and she felt a new
thrill as he kissed and sucked on her nipple.  She deftly removed her skirt
and slipped out of her panties and socks.  She guided his hand between her
legs where he gently massaged her soaking labia.

   She managed somehow to pull down his trousers and underwear, allowing
his penis free of its confines.  It was larger than she expected.  And
harder.  She ran her fingers down the length of it until they brushed his
balls.  She gently cupped them in her hands.  "These are going to make a
baby in me, Hamish.  I know they are." She thought back to her Women Craft
lessons - what did they say about initiating a servicing?  She remembered:
`Always bring your partner to full erection with your hand or mouth'.  He
seemed hard already, but she knelt down and took the end of his shaft into
her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around the knob.  "Oh, Kim that is
wonderful.  I do love you." She continued to swirl his cock, taking him
deeper into her mouth.  She felt his hands caressing her hair as she bobbed
on his cock.  She could feel his shaft pulsing...  she realised she must be
doing that right, but then "Oh, Kim you better stop..." He pulled out of
her mouth, but too late to stop his sperm spurting in her mouth, over her
face and catching her in the eye.

   Temporarily blinded by his sperm, she heard him frantically picking up
clothes as he swore his apologies to her.  She realised he was trying to
dress himself as he made for the door.  Her eye was starting to sting, but
she managed to get between him and the door, threw her arms around him and
kissed him on the lips again, smudging his face with his sperm.  "It wasn't
quite what I had in mind..." she wiped a goop of sperm from around her eye
and sucked it off her finger, "...but there is no-one else I want to make
love to."

   They laid naked on the bed together while he recovered, she rested her
head on his shoulder, gently stroking his slightly deflated, but still
impressive penis while they talked.  He told her that he used to live on a
Scottish Island with his mum and dad and two brothers They kept a few
cattle, pigs and sheep and found they could breed them in sufficient
numbers to live on, so he had never actually eaten human meat until he had
started at the school.  Kim had seen a cow in a zoo once, but had never
seen a pig or sheep.  And he had two brothers!  She asked him why he had
left the farm.  "Mum and Dad visited the FSA on the mainland to discuss
dad's theories about improving breeding viability in humans and animals,
but on the way they had a car accident and they both died." He replied. 
"I'm sorry." she said.  "That's ok.  Besides - I'm with you, and I think I
am ready to make love now." She looked down and realised she was holding
his erect penis in her hand.

   She spread her legs and said she was ready too.  He gently climbed onto
her and positioned his penis at her vagina.  She could feel him there.  She
was wet, horny as hell, and she wanted him.  "Make love to me." she
pleaded. She felt him pushing gently at her.  The head of his cock went a
little way into her then stopped.  "What's the matter?" she asked.  "It
wont go any further." he replied desperately.  "Push harder.  It will go."
she said gently.  She felt him push, then push a little harder, then harder
still.  "Owwwwww!  Shit!" she swore, feeling a tearing sensation inside her
womanhood.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hamish exclaimed.  His momentum had
taken half his length inside Kim, but he started to withdraw.  "Its ok."
she said, pulling him back into her, "I want you to make love to me now."

   Having just ejaculated, Hamish was able to last considerably longer than
when she had given him oral relief a few minutes before.  Although he was
rather inexpert in his touches, Kim climaxed before Hamish came and
delivered his warm, satisfying semen deep within her.

   As he slept beside her in the bed, she laid awake beside him - a pillow
propped under her bottom.  She looked at his naked form, a realisation came
to her - all this time, and it turned out that he was `The One'.  She
kissed him gently on the forehead, and she knew she could never love
another.



   They both knew that it was best to leave a full day between sex to
ensure the best quality sperm, but in the event neither of them could go
that long without making love again.  Their sex became more practiced and
fulfilling, so they were both naturally disappointed when a week before the
first month was gone, her period arrived.  When Kim went to collect her
second red tie badge, Miss Fisk reminded her that she was always there to
arrange more men to service her, but Kim declined with a smile - spending
every evening asleep with a fresh load of sperm inside her must surely mean
she would get pregnant soon.

   When her period came on again shortly before the end of the second
month, Hamish was beginning to become worried, but Kim tried to reassure
him.  "Hamish, I might get slaughtered in a months time, but if I do, these
last few months will have been the happiest time of my life." "But I love
you Kim, and I don't want you to be slaughtered.  I think you should take
Miss Fisk up on her offer." he replied.  "But that would mean me making
love..." "Being serviced." Hamish interrupted.  "...Being serviced by other
men.  You don't want that do you?" "Of course not, but I don't want to see
you slaughtered next month either." "When I saw how my mum endured being
serviced by all of dad's friends before she died, I swore to myself I would
never do that." "Then do it for me.  I want to spend the rest of my life
with you." Kim looked into his eyes.  She could see the tears forming in
his eyes.  She thought for a moment.  "Ok.  I will speak to Miss Fisk
tomorrow.  For you." She bent down, took his penis in her mouth and sucked
him gently until he ejaculated in her mouth.  She still had a little semen
on her chin, but Hamish didn't mention it.  "If I can give you a boy... 
you would be allowed..." his nerve seemed to fail him for a moment, then he
managed "...  would you marry me?" Kim smiled.  "Of course I would."

   Miss Fisk gently admonished Kim for not coming to her sooner, but then
got down to the business of arranging a servicing rota.  The trick was to
use men with proven fertility, not use them on consecutive days, and to
spread several different servicing sessions across the day.  "So we can
have one first thing in the morning - make that a member of staff or pupil,
one at lunch time - pupil would be easiest, after lessons, that could be
someone from the village, and one at bedtime - make that someone from the
village." Miss Fisk advised.  "I want the bedtime one to be Hamish
McCloud." Kim replied.  "I had heard you two were getting close," Miss Fisk
smiled, "but Hamish doesn't have any proven fertility." "He is the one I
want." "Very well, I will send you a rota to start as soon as your period
ends.  You have probably realised that the school holiday week falls
halfway through your last month - you must keep up momentum in that week."
Kim had realised.  "Yes Miss Fisk." "Oh and one more thing, "Miss Fisk
began, "I take it you have pubic hair?" "Yes." Kim replied rather blankly.
"Then have it removed - for the next month, you will have more sperm in you
than you can possibly cope with.  Take it from me, a pussy smelling of the
day old sperm caught in your pubes will cause an instant case of the
droops. See Miss Cathcart and she will remove it for you." "Yes Miss Fisk."

   After lessons, Kim went to visit Miss Cathcart.  Miss Cathcart was the
sports mistress.  Kim guessed she was about 25 and knew her as a blatant
lesbian who watched the girls in the changing rooms at every opportunity.

   Kim knocked on her study door and was called in.  "Miss Cathcart, Miss
Fisk suggested I visit you to have my...  erm...  pubic hair removed." Miss
Cathcart sighed.  "Am I Miss Fisk's personal slave?  Oh very well.  Take
your clothes off and lay down on the massage couch." Kim gingerly removed
her skirt and underwear, a little conscious of the tampon string dangling
from her vagina.  "Take your clothes off girl.  All of them!" Kim
reluctantly did as she was told.  Now she was conscious of how hairy she
was down below.  "Didn't you even trim them?" Miss Cathcart asked
incredulously.  "No Miss.  Sorry." Miss Cathcart, lifted each of Kim's arms
to check her arm pits, which Kim was pleased to know she had recently
shaved.  Then she felt Miss Cathcart running her hands slowly down over
each breast in turn.  Kim's nipples responded involuntarily.  Miss Cathcart
smiled.  "I thought you might like a woman's touch...  Later my dear, you
can service me as payment." "Yes Miss Cathcart." was all Kim could manage.
Miss Cathcart was feeling through the tangle of dark brown pubic hairs,
then she parted Kim's legs to check the state of her lower pubic area.  Kim
felt her face burning with embarrassment.

   Miss Cathcart certainly knew her way around her bikini-line waxes. 
After trimming off the longer hairs, she applied a thick line of warm wax
on Kim's pubic hair, pressed a removal strip on, then holding the skin
tight, pulled it off fast, taking a clump of pubic hair with it.  It was
painful to say the least, and got no easier with each strip that came off.
At last the hair was all gone from her main pubic region but a few elusive
hairs remained down below.

   "Spread your legs as wide as you can, keeping your knees up high." Kim
did as she was told, feeling like she was completely on display to the
older woman.  "I think we can dispense with this..." Miss Cathcart said,
pulling the soiled tampon from within Kim, "...  I am not afraid of a
little blood."

   The next part of the process was to remove each remaining hair with
tweezers.  Miss Cathcart would pull the labia aside to make the skin tight,
then pull the offending hair out.  She was certainly thorough, removing
every hair around her vagina, clitoris, within her labial folds and around
her anus.  Finally she dabbed a little blood away from Kim's vagina, then
said "This is I what I call the tongue test." She licked around the entire,
now bare pubic region, checking for any remaining stray hairs or stubble.
There was one near her clitoris and another near her bum hole which were
deftly plucked.  Finally she dipped her tongue into Kim's now well
lubricated vagina, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over her.  She
emerged looking something like Dracula's daughter, smeared with menstrual
blood.  "You are all done - now it's your turn." Miss Cathcart quickly
stripped off her gym gear revealing a slim if rather too muscular body. 
Her pubic region was also completely bare and Kim couldn't help notice the
longest labia she had ever seen.  Miss Cathcart climbed on the couch
astride Kim's face, facing down towards her feet.  She lowered herself down
until her two dripping labia were a few centimetres from Kim's mouth. 
"Lick them Girl!" she instructed.  Kim did as she was instructed, tasting
the tangy juice of another woman for the first time.  She let her tongue
part the labia and dip into the teacher's vagina as Miss Cathcart
rhythmically moved backwards and forwards over her.

   Miss Cathcart kept up the same movement over Kim, but lowering herself
further down steadily, and quickening her pace.  Kim tried to keep up with
her movements, but soon she realised her face was just being ridden, her
nose, tongue and chin providing the stimulation to the teacher's vagina,
labia and anus.  "Oh, yes you dirty meat...  fuck me...  fuck me with your
tongue...  ah yes! ...  I'm going to...  cum!" With that the movements
stopped.  Kim's nose was in Miss Cathcart's bottom, and her tongue deep in
her vagina.  She couldn't really breath, but she could feel Miss Cathcart's
vagina contracting.  Then she felt a warm spurt, and another with each
contraction.  It was on the fourth and final spurt that Kim realised it was
urine that was now in her mouth, eyes and hair.

   Kim was just starting to struggle for air when Miss Cathcart lifted
herself off and started to dress.  "That should last you for the next month
or so, but come back if you spot any new growth.  I will whip it off for
the same payment." "Yes Miss Cathcart" Kim said, wiping the urine from her
eyes, "Thank you."

   In bed that night, Kim didn't talk with Hamish about what she had done
to get her pubic hair removed, but she did explain why Miss Fisk had
suggested it.  "I know you are going to constantly have other men's sperm
in you.  I understand that, but I would rather that than have you
slaughtered in a month's time." He replied, gently stroking her beautifully
smooth mound.  "Actually, I am still going to have your sperm in me.  You
are going to be my bed time rota person every night, so you still have your
chance to give me that boy." She leant over him and gave him the most
amazing blow job until he came with several large spurts of semen in her
mouth.

   A few days later, with her period finally ended, Kim advised Miss Fisk
that she would be starting the rota the following day.  She made long
sensual love with Hamish that night.  They fell asleep exhausted and were
only awoken by the sound of knocking on the door.

   They were both still naked, but Hamish found a shirt to cover himself
and went to the door.  It was a tall boy, about 16 years old with bad Acne.
"Hello, sorry I'm late.  I was told to service Kimberley Clarkson?" he said
to Hamish.  "Kim.  Kim!  Wake up!  Your first...  service has arrived."
"Jimmy." the boy added, then asked Hamish "Is she any good?" "She is
amazing." replied Hamish.

   Kim sat up in bed, holding a sheet over herself, then realising what she
was about to do, pulled the sheet aside, exposing herself to them both. 
"Come in Jimmy" she called, laying back on the bed spreading her legs for
the boy.  "Sorry, Kimberley I think I might need some help to get ready"
Jimmy explained, pulling down his trousers revealing a fairly large but
drooping penis.  "You don't mind if we crack on do you?  Its not long until
my first lesson" he asked Hamish who was still semi naked, hunting for his
missing underpants.  Hamish said he didn't mind, but watched fascinated as
his girlfriend took Jimmy's penis in her mouth, then sucked and caressed
him to hardness.  When he had finally achieved an erection, she laid back
down missionary style and allowed Jimmy to mount her.  Hamish watched as
Jimmy's white bottom bounced above his girlfriend.  She gave small whimpers
as he thrust furiously within her, but shortly he let out a groan and
delivered his load of semen.  He slumped on her for a minute or so then
picked himself up, withdrawing his deflating, and dripping penis from her,
then stood in front of her.

   After a few seconds he said expectantly "I will just let you clean me up
here..." "Oh sorry" said Kim, who leant forward and licked the boy's penis
clean for him.

   When Jimmy was finally satisfied he was clean, he pulled his underwear
and trousers back up and went to leave.  "Thanks Jimmy" Kim called to him.
"No problem - I'm on the rota again in a couple of days, so I will see you
then." he called as he left the room.

   Hamish was still barely clothed, but had at least found his underpants.
He had been enthralled by what he had seen, and to his shame, his penis was
straining hard in his pants.  He fetched a pillow and told Kim to lift her
bottom, so that he could place it under her.  As she did so, he could
clearly see Kim's gaping vagina, still awash with someone else's sperm.

   "You are ok with this?" she asked him as he leant over to kiss her. 
"Its fine." he replied.

   Hamish quickly got the rest of his clothes on and promised to meet Kim
during their evening meal.  Kim had half an hour before she had to get
dressed, so stayed on the bed, imagining her cervix sucking in the sperm,
fertilising an egg, and the egg implanting in her womb, visualising the
required process as if telling her body what it needed to be doing.

   That evening, Kim finally arrived in the dining room near the end of the
evening meal service.  Hamish could see that she was walking rather
carefully as she collected her meal tray and headed to his table.

   "So how has it been?" he asked when she sat down.  "Ok." she replied
unconvincingly.  "I saw the guy this morning.  Were they all like that?" he
asked.  "No."

   Hamish wanted to know the details, so Kim started to tell him about the
lunch time servicing.  "It was Mr Sweeny - the music teacher.  He is really
old, so I thought he might have trouble getting it up, but that wasn't the
case.  He wanted to fuck between my breasts for a while, then when he was
ready he started to fuck me doggy style, then when he really got going, he
stuck his finger up my bottom, so he could `feel himself inside me' he
said." Hamish looked shocked.  "Anyway, he came soon after, so it wasn't so
bad." Kim added.  "Did you raise your cervix afterwards?" Hamish replied.
"Yes.  I had another half an hour." "What happened in the after class
appointment?" Hamish asked.  "That was with a man from the village - a big
black guy called Delroy Thomas.  He has had two children apparently." "And
what did he do?" "He was waiting for me when I arrived.  He insisted I call
him `Sir' all the time, and he called me `ho'.  He told me to get undressed
and put my hands against the wall like I was being frisked.  I wasn't
allowed to look at him anymore.  When I was facing the wall, he must have
stripped down.  Then I felt his fingers down below, slipping them inside me
until I got wet...." Hamish nodded, imagining the scene.  "...Then I felt
his cock pressing at my vagina from behind.  He slipped it in ok and it
went in and in and in until there just wasn't room for any more.  He
grabbed me by my hair and shoved himself in me some more." "Did it hurt?"
Hamish asked.  "It was quite uncomfortable, especially when he started
ramming into me hard and pulling my hair.  Then he started saying how I was
just a worthless piece of meat, and how he would enjoy eating me in a few
weeks.  I just agreed with him hoping it would make him cum in me faster,
but I don't think it helped.  He kept on banging away at me - lifting my
feet off the floor as he did it.  Finally he came in me.  His dick was
really big - I could hardly get it in my mouth to clean it." "I'm sorry
Kim." "It's ok, they say black men have strong sperm, so maybe I will have
a brown baby." "You raised your cervix after that?" "Yes, but only for 20
minutes or I would have missed dinner."

   They both had some homework to complete, so they met up at bedtime.  Kim
stripped off for him, but he caught a glimpse of her knickers, the gusset
of which seemed to be laden with sperm.  Hamish asked if he could look
inside Kim's vagina.  She said ok and spread her legs for him.  Hamish had
the foresight to bring a torch and was able to get a good view of her - her
labia looked quite red and sore as did the inside walls of her vagina. 
Hamish couldn't see her cervix even with the torch - it was still covered
with a thick goop of semen.  Hamish relayed the news to Kim with some
satisfaction.

   When Hamish made love with Kim that night, she wondered if knowing that
he would be fucking her in other men's semen might put him off.  As it
turned out the feeling of sliding straight into her dripping pussy made him
hornier than ever and he soon dumped his cum into her to join the other
sperm.

   They soon got into a routine.  They would wake up and Hamish would watch
Kim being fucked by one of the pupils.  She would fuck someone at lunchtime
and after classes and give a full account to Hamish at the evening meal,
and he would fuck her before bedtime.  On Kim's part, she soon became used
to the feeling that someone had poured wallpaper paste into the gusset of
her panties, and that no matter how often she changed them she still
constantly had the feeling that her pussy lips were bathed in slime.

   One of the men servicing her was Lord Locke - a school governor and
local resident who had had his penis surgically enhanced with
nanotechnology so that it was both very large and capable of penetrating
her cervix given the right thought patterns - an extremely painful process
for her (and a satisfying one for him no doubt), but one that might be more
productive than usual, Kim reasoned, as it meant sperm was delivered
directly to her uterus where it was needed.  It seemed that the sperm would
only come out again when Kim coughed as she demonstrated to Hamish as he
held the torch again.

   It was after the first week that the letter telling Kim and Sam that a
baby sister `Virginia' had arrived at home.  Kim wrote out a card and sent
it back to her father with their congratulations and that they would meet
the new baby next week in the holidays.

   By the end of the second week, Kim really felt she needed a holiday. 
Dark circles were forming around her eyes, and her labia were constantly
sore from having sex over 50 times in the last two weeks.  Her nipples were
bruised where some of the men servicing her had bitten them and she felt
like she constantly squelched whenever she walked.  She had even heard some
whispers in class about her smelling of fish.  She told Hamish about this,
but he insisted she keep being serviced while she was on holiday.  Kim
promised she would, and they travelled back together on the train, making
love together one last time in the toilets before they reached her stop.

   When Sam and Kim finally alighted the train, their dad, new `mum'
Martha, Casey and new baby sister Virginia were waiting for them.  Kim
saved her loving embrace for her dad, but Sam embraced them both with all
her love and even called Martha `mum'.  They both embraced Casey for the
first time, who seemed a nice enough girl and they took turns in holding
the baby.  Kim really hoped she would be doing the same in nine months
time.

   Kim requested a stop at the chemist on the way home to buy some cooling
salve for her labia, although she didn't tell her dad what it was for. 
When they arrived back home, Kim asked if she could use her old room for a
minute to take care of some `women trouble'.  It was now her `old room' as
Casey had moved in, but all three girls headed upstairs, leaving the baby
with Martha.

   "Oh Sam, can you rub this in for me please.  My cunt is burning!" Kim
asked when the door shut, passing the tin of cooling salve to Sam.  Sam was
surprised as she had never heard Kim use that word before, but was even
more surprised when Kim pulled off her knickers, hitched up her skirt and
spread her legs wide to revealing her bald, raw looking, gaping pussy which
was oozing sperm.

   "I will do it." suggested Casey, "we don't want you getting in trouble
for underage stuff, Sam." She took a blob of the salve and started to rub
it slowly into Kim's labia.  "Wow, Kim, How much sex have you had?" Sam
asked, eyes glued to Kim's vagina.  Kim explained her rota system to the
girls and then both seemed impressed that she was going for it.  Kim talked
about her feelings for Hamish, and how she had promised him to try for a
baby whatever it took.  She enjoyed the cooling fingers of Casey at work on
her labia, and asked her to rub a little way further inside her vagina with
the salve.  "So what are you doing about this week?" asked Sam.  "Mmmmm...
I was hoping you would know some men at the stables who would help out."
Kim replied.  "Maybe." Sam smiled.

   Downstairs they heard baby Victoria crying.  "Damn it!" Casey exclaimed.
Two wet patches were appearing on the chest of her t-shirt.  "Every time
that brat cries, my tit squirt milk!  Look at my top now!" "Cool..."
sniggered Sam.  "Lets see them." Casey pulled her top up.  Her breasts were
full and taught looking.  Her nipples dark against the pale skin.  The
girls could see droplets of milk forming on the nipples as the baby cried
downstairs.  "Martha says I should let her cry for 10 minutes or else she
will cry about everything." Casey explained.  "But you are dripping!"
laughed Sam.  Both sisters looked at each other and smiled.  Simultaneously
they leant forward and each took a nipple each and started to suckle on
Casey's breasts, hungrily drinking down her warm milk.

   A few minutes later, Martha came into the room holding a still crying
baby.  The two sisters leapt guiltily off Casey's breasts, their chins
still dripping with milk.  "I think Virginia could do with a feed," she
said, "and make sure you save plenty of milk for Virginia's dad."

   Later in the afternoon, Kim was sitting in the last of the afternoon
sunlight on the old swing seat in the garden.  The problem of who to get to
service her had just resolved itself and now she laying across the seat,
bottom propped slightly, allowing the breeze to cool her still throbbing
labia.  He knickers lay on the grass below her - they were soggy with sperm
from this morning or yesterdays sperm, so were no good to her.

   Kim was away in a world of her own, remembering a time when becoming
pregnant wasn't a constant worry, but the spell was woken by Martha, who
asked "Penny for your thoughts?" "I was just remembering sitting her with
my mum...  erm, old mum." "That's ok, she was still your mum." Martha told
her, sitting in the gap on the seat.  "We used to sit out here and talk.  I
would lay my head on her lap and she would brush my hair, or stroke my face
or tummy, and I could tell her whatever was on my mind" Kim went on.  "Want
to try it with me?  I'm a good listener." Martha asked.  Kim didn't have
much to lose, so she adjusted her position a little so her head was on
Martha lap.  She felt strangely safe and secure like that, but she didn't
realise she had flashed her vagina at Martha.  "Have you just been
serviced?" Martha questioned.  "Yes," Kim giggled, "Mr Evans next door."
"But he is 80 if he is a day!" "I know but he offered, and it was really
sweet of him to ask.  And his balls are huge!" "I am surprised he could get
it up at all at his age." "It was a bit of a struggle.  I licked him,
stroked him, nibbled him, wanked him - everything I could think of, but
nothing.  He was getting a little bit upset.  Then I remembered how he used
to look at Sam and me when we were little and playing in the paddling
pool..." "What did you do?" Martha laughed.  "I told him to shut his eyes,
and imagine I was eight, then in this stupid high voice I said `do you want
to fell my dinky?' and I guided his hand to my puss and let him feel it all
bare, then he slipped his finger inside me for a bit and `Boing'!  -
wrinkly cock was standing to attention.  I suppose I fucked him as I was on
top, but he kept his eyes closed, so I kept talking with a high voice
saying `oh Mr Evans you put your thing in my dinky' and `oh its ever so big
Mr Evans' then he came in like...  slow motion - he must have been saving
his cum for 20 years, spurt...  spurt...  spurt...  spurt...  and he just
kept coming in me.  You look!" Martha leant over and peered into Kim's
vagina.  "Wow, girl, that all his?" and both women laughed together. 
"Actually some is probably my boyfriend's" "Oh...  a boyfriend" Martha
smiled.  She had been stroking Kim's hair, but now she was stroking her
breasts.  Kim had already realised she did like the touch of a woman, and
it was the sort of thing her mum might have done.  "His name is Hamish, and
I love him." Kim told her earnestly.  "Does he love you?" "He said if I
have a baby boy, he wants to marry me." "Wow." Kim undid her blouse so that
Martha could stroke her bare skin.  They sat in silence for a few minutes.
As Martha's light touch brushed over her breasts it caused Kim's nipples to
harden.  Martha probably noticed, but didn't say anything.  Finally she
asked "Are you worried about what might happen in a couple of weeks?" "The
way I see it, I am either going to be strung up by my ankles and have my
throat cut, or I am in for nine months of looking like a beached whale,
followed by the agony of giving birth." Kim tried to joke.  "And what is
the real answer?" "A bit I suppose.  I don't want to let Hamish down - I
have been getting serviced 4 times a day for the last week...  even fucking
pensioners!  Its all for him." "You do love him." Martha replied.

   The sat in silence for a while, then Martha asked "Can you keep a
secret?" "Of course I can." "Well...  I think I am pregnant.  I am two
weeks late" "That's wonderful news!  Is dad pleased?" "I haven't told him
yet." "She is dads, isn't she?" "Of course she is.  I haven't been with
anyone else for ages.  I just want to be sure before I mention it.  I am
going to wait another week, then get a test done at the FSA." "I really
hope you are...  it might help him if...  you know...  I do get
slaughtered." "You wont get slaughtered.  You have been serviced 60 times
this month?  You must be a walking sperm bank at the moment." Both women
laughed.  Martha went on "If I can get pregnant on one man's sperm, then
you can get pregnant on all yours."

   They sat in silence for a few more minutes, Kim becoming further aroused
by Martha's gentle touch on her breasts.  Finally Martha said "I came out
to ask you something and I forgot all about it." "What?" "I am about to
prepare the meal for the family, and I wondered if you would like to help."
Kim wasn't a natural cook.  "Why?" "It's the rest of your mum's head."

   Kim knew the answer immediately "I will help." She wanted one last look
at her mum.

   Martha took out a large plastic container from the cupboard and placed
it on the work surface in front of them.  "I have been defrosting her since
yesterday.  Are you ready?  Its not too late to back out." "I'm ready." Kim
said resolutely.  Martha lifted the lid off the container.  Inside, Kim
could see her mum's head, looking like she had just gone to sleep.  In fact
the head had been cut cleanly down the line of the nose, but it was laying
on the cut side, so at first glance it still looked whole.  Kim lifted the
plate her mother was on out of the container, tears welling up her eyes. 
"Are you ok?" "Yes." Kim sniffed.  "Your mother asked me to get you to help
prepare this meal.  She thought it would let you move on." "Ok." Kim wiped
her eyes, "What should I do?" Martha carefully explained how to butcher the
rest of the head, to remove the brain, cheek and tongue ready to cook for
the evening meal.  "There's not really enough for five people so I have
borrowed some of her loin that your dad was saving for Christmas."

   Kim realised her mum had been right about this.  She did feel better
about things - her mum was still a wonderful memory, but right now she was
just a few chunks of meat.

   The two women spent the next two hours preparing a meal her mum would be
proud of.  When dinner time was finally called, the five of them raised
their glasses to Sam and Kim's old mother, the sisters raised them again
for their new mother, and finally the four women toasted to Sam and Kim's
father, and to Casey and Martha's lover.

   The next morning, Kim had arranged with Sam to go visit the stables to
try and get herself serviced there.  Casey provided the milk for their
breakfast, although their dad got most of it, followed by Virginia, but it
was still delicious.  Casey liked horses too, so she tagged along and the
three of them made their way to the Stables.  Sam had a gallop around the
paddock and Kim gingerly plodded around on her steed - Casey's stitches
still hurt too much to ride, but she enjoyed the smell and the atmosphere
of the place as much as anything.

   Afterwards Sam made sure the two girls helped with her chores around the
stable and soon they were all done.  "So who is the lucky man going to be?"
asked Kim.  "Mr Wilkins, the owner.  I will ask his daughter where he is."
she replied, emphasising the word `daughter'.  Sam walked to a tall girl
with slightly prominent front teeth and spoke with her.  The girl walked to
the door of the farmhouse and called "Dad!  Sam Clarkson wants a service!"

   Mr Wilkins arrived quickly and walked over to Sam expectantly.  "Sam,
its good to see you again, I didn't know you were Cattle yet?" "Actually
I'm not...  your daughter got the message wrong - its my sister who needs
the service." Mr Wilkins looked a bit crestfallen, but rather than
disappoint any of the girls he asked them up to his bedroom.  "Lets go to
Hector's stable instead." Sam said mischievously, unbuttoning the top
button of her blouse.  Sam lead them in and took instant charge of the
situation.  "Kim get your clothes off and get on all fours on that bale of
straw." She turned to Mr Wilkins.  "...  and you...  Stallion...  are going
to have my help servicing her." Sam undid another two buttons on her blouse
and guided Mr Wilkins's hand inside.  He squeezed her breasts roughly, but
said "Sam, we could get into trouble." "You are only touching me...  that's
allowed." She undid the button on his trousers then pulled down the fly. 
Her hand slipped inside and started to massage his cock.  "And I am allowed
to touch you..." "So what's she doing here?" Mr Wilkins asked, nodding
towards Casey.  "She is going to provide refreshments." "What?" Casey asked
incredulously, but her breasts were starting feel heavy again, and she
wanted to help her two new friends.  "You are going to keep that job open
for me?" Sam asked as she stroked his cock to hardness.  "I want you to be
the first stallion in me." It sounded like even Hector on the other side of
the stable sniggered at that, but it had the desired effect.  Sam was soon
running her hand along the length of a long hard penis.  With a little pull
she said `Walk on' and led him by the penis to Kim, who had been patiently
waiting, although trying not to laugh.

   She was just the right height to receive him without him having to
stoop, so Sam eased her sister's labia apart and gently fed the glistening
knob of his cock into Kim's waiting hole.  Sam passed a handful of Kim's
hair to Mr Wilkins to hold on to.  "Hold tight, sis!" warned Sam, than
shouted "Go on boy!" at Mr Wilkins.  With a huge lunge he rammed his eight
inches fully into her, jarring her head back as he pulled himself into her.
"Owww, shit!" she shrieked, but Mr Wilkins kept thrusting his entire length
into her.  "Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh..." Soon Kim's cries of pain turned
into cries of passion, and she climaxed as he pumped his seed within her.
When he was spent, Sam lead him around to the front of Kim so that she
could clean him.  Sam motioned for Casey to get her breasts out for him,
and he hungrily sucked a milky drink from her.  When he was done, Sam stood
on the straw bale and kissed Mr Williams full on his milky mouth.  She
quietly told him that was how she wanted him when she started her new job
with him.

   The rough treatment meant that Kim's pussy was hurting again as they
walked home, but she had to admit it had been fun being Mr Wilkins'
`filly', and she had even had another milky drink courtesy of Casey.  

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