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Note: This narrative was retrieved from the unusual location of
the reserved service tracks on a hard disk returned to the factory
for repair.  It came from a small clinic in Mexico, and was only
discovered many months after the disk was dumped prior to
repair.  Unfortunately, a fire at our plant destroyed many records
and all trace of the address has been lost.  Readers can make up
their own mind about it.  It is being placed here as a curiosity.

I'd be interested in any comments or thoughts....      RAMAPO

WARNING: This narrative contains adult language, graphic
descriptions of masturbation, mechanical stimulation, consensual
sex,  a mild form of apparent bondage, and possibly bestiality
(depends on your point of view.)  Anyone under 21 or offended
by this type of subject matter should stop reading here.


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A BIT OF BULL (author Ted?)    Part 1 of 2@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


     Even as I write this down, I know readers won't believe it,
but I can assure you, that truth IS stranger than fiction.  I know.
This is my story.  For reasons that will become obvious very
quickly, I have not used anyone's real name and have changed the
times, places, and some descriptions about a bit, although now
I wish I had.
     I'm Ted.  I'm forty four, of medium height, reasonably
trim, average looks, and fairly easy to get along with.  My wife of
seventeen years, Clare, is slightly shorter, very pretty, a trim figure
with slightly bigger breasts than her frame would normally carry,
and a great dresser.  We have had fun, and enjoyed each other's
company very much.  I would do anything for her.
     Only two months ago, I went into the office one Saturday
afternoon to finish up some reports that were late.  Clare had been
sick for the entire week and I had spent some time at home caring
for her, and now just found out that just as she was recovering
and we would have some play time together, she had to go to
Paris for a month.  I was hard at it as the afternoon went by.
     At around four, as it always did at this time of day now,
the pressure in my groin kept breaking my concentration.  I had
yet another raging hard-on, and I could feel the cum seeping in
ever steadier pulses. I could feel them work their way from the
root all the way to the tip, where they were released into a firmly
attached cap over the head of my penis, flowing a short distance
down a flexible pipe and into a slim bag being carried in a pocket
inside my pants just below my right knee.  The bag had been
filling slowly as the afternoon passed and it now must have held a
quarter cup of cum.  It felt warm against my leg.
     Finally, the minute hand moved to four o'clock and it was
time to get some relief.  The office building was empty, except for
the guard in the lobby twenty stories below, but just to be safe, I
went over and locked the office door, moving slowly, feeling the
weighty load I was carrying roll in my groin.  My cock strained
against my shorts, jumping and twitching.  Already, my mind was
leaping to what was just ahead and anticipating.
     Opening the lower right hand desk drawer (that was
always locked and only I had a key), I removed the equipment and
two towels.  Plugging in the equipment, I pushed the chair to one
side and spread a towel behind the desk.  In well practised moves,
I quickly slid the cap off my cock and attached the equipment, slid
an empty specimen beaker over the completely engorged purple
head of my cock, being careful not to pinch anything.  It locked
into place and, holding the beaker up with one hand, I snapped the
support strap around my neck.  In just the two minutes to took to
do this, a small white puddle of cum had already dripped into the
bottle and began to puddle around the end.  Boy did I need this.
     Placing the report I was working on in front of me on the
floor, with a sigh of pending relief, I reached over and switched
on the motor.  A very low, almost inaudible hum filled the office
and my hard cock was firmly gripped, a gentle, coaxing ripple of
waves flowing from the root to just below the head.  In seconds, I
could feel it begin to pull the jism up, swelling me and sending
additional jolts of pleasure to my brain.  It settled in, but it took
exactly four minutes for the preset program to run its course, so I
turned my attention to the report.
     Two minutes later, the electrical shocks that teased my
scrotum, causing them to tense and release at uneven intervals,
became strong enough that I could no longer concentrate on the
report.  Once an uncomfortable feeling, it now indicated the
pending buildup to the release I yearned for.  I closed my eyes for
a few seconds, feeling the heavy load in my lower groin shifting,
beginning to surge.  It signalled the last stage to the intense orgasm
soon to come that would drain me and slack my need.
     When I opened my eyes, I unexpectedly could just make
out a pair of woman's shoes at the edge of my line of sight.  On
the verge of going off, it was all I could do to raise my head
enough to see Sue, my secretary of six months, standing with her
eyes wide, mouth open, staring in disbelief.  I groaned.  Oh, shit.
Finally, this thing is going to get completely out of control.
     I tried to speak, the words coming in single, short gasps.  I
couldn't stop now if I wanted, the machine went into the end game
and I was in its total control.
"Sue.......I.........can.........Unnnnggg!"  The orgasm hit.
     The machine, responding through a feedback circuit to the
wave of nerve pulses gripping my balls, sent the first high voltage
shock to muscles deep in my lower  groin, causing a very strong
muscle contraction in my belly.  The cum surged from my cock in
a wide, forceful steam like a fire hose, as thick as a pencil, milky
white, thicker than water.  It poured straight out for ten seconds to
the bottom of the beaker and ran heavily to the bottom.  Another
wave forced another steady stream of cum into the already
sagging beaker.  Like a milk cow filling a bucket under the steady
hand of a milk maid, the machine pulsed me again and again.
     I was almost blacked out from the intensity of the
experience.  Every time I used the machine, I was always
surprised that I could have such violent orgasms.
     The machine pulsed around my cock one last time and
went quiet.  One last glob of cum hung from the tip, then fell into
the bottle, now sagging down almost to the floor under its heavy
load.  I could feel my head begin to clear and lifted my head.  Sue
was staring at the bottle hanging below me, a look of clear
astonishment on her face.  I finally sat back on my haunches, and
without looking at her, tipped the bottle down, unsnapped it from
the rest of the equipment around my cock, and pressed a plastic
cap over its top.  The contents were still hot from being inside me
as I placed it on the top of my desk.
     Wiping myself clean, I removed the gear, slipped the cap
back over my cock head, which was still hard, and put the
equipment and towels into the drawer and locked it.  Then I stood
up, facing Sue, pulled up my shorts and forced my hard-on into
its waiting pocket, pulling up my pants.  I was exhausted, but in
minutes it would pass and my energy would return.  At this point,
I was beginning to feel like a kid of twenty again, ready to go
again quickly.  I pulled the chair over and plopped down.  Finally I
said.
     "I suppose you want an apology and an explanation."

     Her mouth worked, but nothing came out.  Her eyes were
on the beaker on the desk.  Finally, she said, almost in a whisper,
"Did I just see you fill up this beaker, this great big beaker, in just
one orgasm?"  As she said it, I could tell she didn't quite believe it.
     "You saw what you saw.  Here's the evidence.  Listen, I
didn't know that you were in the building.  I'm sorry you had to
see this and be embarrassed.  I suppose you will have to report
this.  I understand.  I will not contest anything you say.  You have
been a great friend and I'm so sorry it had to end like this."  My
voice was a flat monotone.  God, what a mess this would be.  I
looked up.  She was still staring at the bottle.
     "But, that is just physically impossible!  Human beings just
cannot cum like that!", she continued as though I had not said
anything.  She was excited and almost shouting.
     "One can.  Me.  At least I can now."
     Sue had walked a step toward the desk and, hesitantly,
reached for the flask.  I picked it up and carefully handed it to her.
It was still quite warm to the touch.
As she grasped it, she almost dropped it, surprised I think at its
weight and warmth.
     "Gosh, it's still hot!  My, my, what a load.  How much is
that?"  She held the flask up and read the measurement on the
side.  "Six hundred and fifty millilitres.."  she did the conversion in
her head..."That's way over a pint!"  The look of seriousness was
replaced again with a wide-eyed look of astonishment.
     I said nothing.
     She carried the flask over to the other side of the desk
slowly, looking into the creamy white fluid, tipping the container
slightly and seeing that it was much thicker than water.  She sat
down and put the container on the desk in front of her and finally
looked straight into my eyes.
     "Look, I walked in to a locked office.  Whatever you do
on your own time behind closed doors is your business.  I'm
certainly not going to complain about you Ted.  You have been
wonderful to me, teaching me the ropes and all.  And it's not the
first time I've seen a man masturbate.  But, well, I've read about
some of the toys and gadgets available from mail order houses,
and read some of the stories, supposedly true, on the Internet
News, and I KNOW that a human male, regardless of age and
condition, whatever, cannot just pour cum out by the bucket.  A
couple of tablespoons, maybe, but a pint?! Hell, a pint and a
half!?"
     I sat for a few minutes in silence, wondering how much to
tell her.  Nothing would make sense unless I told her the entire
thing, I decided.  The cat was out of the bag.  I knew Sue only
well enough to know she didn't have a current boy (or girl friend,
the fleeting thought "I wonder if she's gay or bi?" flashed through
my mind.
No, it would have to be from the beginning.

     "OK, from the beginning.  I can only ask you to keep and
open mind, and I hope you will respect my privacy and keep this a
secret between us.  And my wife."
     Sue's eyebrows raised.  "Of course, she would have to
know!  The first time you washed her out of bed on that flood, the
jig would be up!"
     "Sue, how well do you know my wife, Clare?  I mean,
describe her character, her interests, etc."
     Sue thought a minute.  "Very pretty, great dresser.  Very
nice chest." She looked nervously at that point, and continued,
"Smart as hell.  Smarter than most of the men she knows  Knows
what she wants and goes after it until she gets it.  Seems to love
you a lot.  Dotes on you, and fusses over you.  Probably a great
lay.  A moaner, maybe so intense she passes out from orgasm on
occasion."
     She had hit my wife to a "T".  Scary.  To the best of my
knowledge, they had only met a couple of times.  Clare had told
me she liked Sue and I was to take good care of her.
     I was about to continue when I heard a female voice
outside my office, calling for Sue.  Before I could tell her to
remain quiet and not respond, she hollered back, "In here!".
     Seconds later, in walked Gayle, her roommate.  I'd met
Gayle twice.  If Sue was pretty, a bit petite, and stylish, Gayle was
a fox.  A wild mane of hair draped her shoulders, and her uncased
tits jiggled very firmly under her thin sweater.  A bare midriff,
displaying a washboard stomach, and low cut jeans, skin tight.
The crotch was firmly creasing her pussy, pushing out and
framing the swollen lips.  Green eyed and hot, she knew it.  My
cock throbbed and a thick drop of jism made its way to storage.  I
didn't rise.
     Sue started in before I could hope to steer the conversation
to safer areas.
     She handed Gayle the flask and said.  "Guess what this
is?"
     Gayle looked puzzled, but stared a bit, tipping the
container this way and that.  Suddenly, her eyes widened and she
said "Hot shit.  God, that is a lifetime of somebody's cum!  How
the hell?"
     Sue nodded her head.  "It's cum all right, but I just saw
Ted here fill that flask in under a minute.  It was awesome!"
     Gayle clearly wasn't buying that.  "Nice joke.  Ok, I'll bite.
Soap and water?  Ammonia?"  She went to pop the top off to
smell it."
     "Don't!" I shouted.  Calmer, "Don't break the seal.  It's
sterile inside.  If you open it, it has to be thrown away."
     Gayle stopped.  Slowly she put the flask on the desk.
"OK.  What's the story?  I still don't believe it's a jug of jism, but
hell, maybe."
     Sue said, "Ted was just about to tell me about how he
came to be able to do this."  Sue turned to Gayle and looked
intently into her face.  "Listen to me, this is not a joke.  I walked in
just as some machine he has was getting him off and I'm telling
you, it just poured out of his cock in a hot jet like a garden hose
on high.  It kept making him cum for a full minute, and even at
the end, big gobs of cum were still leaking out.  Hell, he leaked
more than I've ever seen a man do at full cry.  I'll bet he hasn't
come in years!  It'll be months before he'll be able to even get it up
again!"  They both laughed, but turned with expectation on their
face.
     "Well, just to keep our facts straight from the beginning.  It
was eight hours since I last got off, and, looking at both of you, I
have a raging hard-on again, already dripping jism.  And making
me feel a bit ready to cum already."
     They were both shocked at this.  "Eight hours?" they
breathed.
     I needed a drink.  You can't believe what producing a half
litre of jism every eight hours demands in the form of water,
protein, and raw energy.  I pulled a water bottle from the fridge
under my counter behind me and drank a large gulp.
     "OK. OK.  Gayle too.  God, this will destroy me."  I
groaned.
     "Shut up and spill.  We know how to keep our mouth's
shut."

     "Well, like I was saying about my wife.  I'd do anything for
her.  Our sex has always been good.  Never too way out, but
enough to keep some adventure in it.  Anyway, when we screw,
she always wants to swallow my cum.  She just loves the taste, has
since the first time she gave me a blowjob, and keeps coming back
for more.  Hardly a day went by that she wouldn't get me off so
she could taste me through the night or following day.
     "I've always loved it.  She's very talented, even when I'm
tired.  Anyway, sixteen years went by.  And, like it or not, I'm
older and the jism just wasn't flowing like it used to.  A good,
average amount, but not what it had been when I was younger.  I
didn't realize how much this was beginning to frustrate her, until
one night a year and a half ago in a conversation, she just blurted
out that she wanted to find out if there is any way to increase my
cum,  I could see she really wanted me to let her check this out, so
off to the doctors we went.
     "And the answer is, for my age, not much.  We tried a
whole bunch of things, like skipping days, vitamins, herbs, etc.
She actually would have me come into a measurement cylinder
and keep track of the amount, then drink it."
     Both girls looked at each other.
     "One last doctor finally said that some men might find out
some improvement with female hormones, so we got a strong
prescription.  Six months later, I had grown boobs, had most of
the hair on my body fall out, gained weight, and lost all my muscle
tone."
     "You had boobs?"  Gayle asked.
     "Yes.  Bigger than Sue's.  Had to wear a bra.  Like I said,
anything for my Clare.  But the chart showed about a five percent
gain in volume, and that made her happy.  But, to be frank, I
looked like hell.  Well, as a man I looked like hell.  As a woman,
well, boobs aren't..."
     "Anyway, one day on the Internet, I saw a note from a
woman who said she loved to drink jism everyday, just like Clare,
and she had the same problem, but had solved it.  I sent her a note
and she told me just buys bull semen, stores it in the fridge, and
has a ready supply.  Likes it just as much as the human kind.  But
she warned me that it is very expensive.  Gave me a number to
call."
     "I should tell you that Clare has family money.  I mean,
buckets of it.  I never ask how much and don't care about it, but I
knew the price of an answer wasn't going to be a problem."
     "So, after dinner that evening, she took me in the bedroom
to have her "dessert" as she calls it, and sucked me off twice,
carefully licking me clean.  It was then that I broke the idea to her
about an alternative source for semen.  She seemed fascinated, but
admitted that the idea of drinking an animal's sperm turned her
off.  I suggested we make an appointment and go to the farm and
check it out.  No harm done.  The next day I called and the man
who answered the phone told us to come at 10PM the next night,
and bring no one else."
     "We arrived at what appeared to be a beautiful farm well
back in the mountains.  Clare had saved her dessert for the drive
out and I arrived a bit tired, but she was glowing.  We parked by
the barn and waited in the car.  After about ten minutes, a door in
the barn opened slowly and a man looked out and waved us into
the barn."
     I shifted my load around some more.  Damn, I thought,
I'm building up faster than ever.  My cock was still tight, and I was
oozing cum very steadily.  I longed for the intense release of the
machine, or my wife's talented hand, feeling the flood of cum
pour through my cock once again.  Each outpouring only caused
me to want to pump another flood to follow the last.  I mentally
sighed.  I was hours away from that.
     "We went into a barn that was dimly lit and the man told
us his name was Rob.  He insisted on first names only.  His
conversation was brief."
     "Name is Rob to you.  Clare and Tim, I know you want to
play with the bull, or suck his cock, or have the machine used on
Tim, or buy semen, or some such.  I don't care.  The fee is one
thousand dollars.  I'll show you how everything works and I can
stay of leave, your choice.  Deal is, if you hurt the bull, you paid
for him.  One hundred thousand dollars.  If you break the
machine, ten thousand dollars.  If either of you get hurt, I'll dump
you fifty miles from here and no one will every admit you were
here.  Understood?"
     "We nodded and Clare handed him an envelope.  He
glanced inside, and then he showed us the machine and how it
was to be used, a bull in the stall next to us, and told us that when
we leave, a bottle of serum would be on the front seat of the car,
along with instructions on how to order and pay for more in the
future.  He made Clare repeat everything.  Finally, he said, "Want
me to stay?"
     "Clare just smiled and said, no, we can handle it.  One last
question, how long do we have?"
     "Be out by one PM.  Drive quiet.  I'll know you are gone.
If anything is damaged, I know where you are."
     "Fine."
     And he left, leaving Clare and me standing there.  She
immediately came over to me and said, "I know we just did it in
the car, but, would you try the machine for me?  Pretty please?"
     "I told her we needed to use it on the bull first to make
sure we knew what we were doing.  And it would give me more
time to recover."
     More time I didn't need.  My belly was full to overflowing,
in record time, and I needed the machine to milk me dry.  And I
suddenly realized that I wasn't going to be able to do this in
privacy.
     "Ted...Ted, are you OK?"
     "Look, Sue, I...I need to use the machine again.  You
know, what I did before when you walked in on me."
     "So soon?!"
     "Yeah.  And it's your fault.  You and Gayle.  I'm normally
not thinking about, well about sex and all this, and now I've got
two very sexy women sitting in front of me practically drooling
and I'm all turned on.  I need the machine now."
     "Do you want help?"
     "I can do it, but if you want to stay and watch, I guess it's
OK."
     Without waiting for their answer, I opened the drawer and
set the stuff out on the floor.  Gayle came around the desk to
watch and stooped down to pick up the pieces.  As I dropped my
pants and shorts, Sue spread the towel on the floor and I knelt
down.  My cock was standing straight out and pulsing in jerks.
Before I could stop her, she pulled the cap and hose off my cock
gently and set it down.  Gayle was already figuring out how it all
had to go, and, after sliding her fingers around my cock and
running them gently all the way to the end several times, she slid
the metal tube down very gently over my cock to the base and slid
the elastic strap around my balls to hold it firmly in place.  Sue
pulled another empty flask out of the cabinet behind me and, as I
watched trembling, she slid the open end over the cock head and
locked in against the seal.  I showed her the elastic strap that went
around my neck to attach to the end of the flask and leaned
forward on all fours.
     Gayle moved around by my side and sat down beside me.
I looked in her eyes, and to my surprise, she leaned forward and
kissed me.
     "This thing is really going to milk you, right.  I bet this is
one of machines they use on the bulls, right?"
     "Please, turn it on.  Hurry.  Yes, but modified for humans.
Smaller, portable, straps to fit, lower voltage.  Computerized."
     Gayle leaned in very close and whispered, "What a
beautiful cock you have.  No wonder your wife sucks you dry all
the time."  And kissed me again.
     Sue moved around Gayle and plugged the machine into
the floor socket.
     I grunted.  "Blue switch.  Only one.  Push."
     She pushed and I felt the milker grab my cock in its
mechanical grip of lust and the pumping pulses began.  Already, a
steady stream of cum was dripping into the bottle.  A little had
gone down the outside when Sue fit it on, and Gayle reached
underneath me and whipped it off on her finger and, as I watched,
put it in her mouth and sucked it off.
     The pump moved to a higher lever, faster, firmer.  The
first faint tingles of electric shocks made their appearance.  Three
minutes.
     Sue was looking over at Gayle, watching her reaction to
the taste.  Gayle's reaction was to close her eyes and moan
slightly.  "Wonderful.  You taste wonderful."  Her eyes went back
to the bottle, a layer of white cream already filling the end.  I
could see lust in her eyes.
     Sue placed her hand on my back and asked, "Are you
OK?"
     I just nodded yes.
     She boldly asked, "Can I touch you while it is working?"
     "Yes.  Safe."  It was all I could do to speak.
     Two minutes.  My scrotum stretched and flushed fuller
than I could ever remember.  Pumping.  Rhythm.  Waves of
pleasure rippled through my cock.  God.  Come. I needed release.
     Gayle's eyes were wide and the flow from my cock must
have noticeably increased.  I could feel Sue gently wrap her
fingers around my balls and squeeze.  A small spurt of cum
coursed down my cock and flew into the bottle.
     "Again, squeeze him again."  Another small squirt.  She
was open-mouthed.
"God, you are going to blow some load."
     Sue could feel the tingle of the shocks now and pulled
back her hand and I missed the warmth, but her fascination drove
her back and she cupped them gently.  The turgid bag pulsed and
throbbed in her hand as the cum load built up to replace the
amount she had forced out.
     One minute.  Deep in my belly, I felt the cum start to blow
out, the reflex action of a deep muscle group, triggered by the
shocks.  I was looking into Gayle's eyes when I started to shake
and grunt.  The first stream was massive, a fire hose of high
pressure come blowing straight to the end of the bottle.  My cock
was alive with pleasure.  Grunt.  Stream.  Gayle held my head.  It
was heaven.
     She whispered, "Steady.  You're doing nicely.  God, what a load.
Completely unbelievable.  The bottle's half full!  Mmmmmm.
More.  What a fine bull you make.  And I want to suck you dry
when you are done.  Ohhhhhh.  More.  Very, very nice."
     The machine shut down.  My body, still having an orgasm,
clenched once more and a last stream plopped into the top of the
bottle, filling it almost to the top.
     I was gasping for air.  Stunned by the intensity of the
experience again, I just remained kneeling.  Gayle reached
underneath and, tilting the bottle down, unlocked it and it popped
off my swollen cock head loudly.  Sue handed her a cap and she
snapped it on and placed the hot bottle up on the desk.  In another
few seconds, she gently removed the strap from my balls and slid
the milker off, setting it aside.  Then, to Sue's amazement, she slid
underneath me and I felt her hot mouth cover the head of my
cock.  Sucking and licking, she cleaned it of the heavy film of cum
and kept cleaning up the dribbles as they arrived.
     I finally stopped trembling and, to Gayle's obvious
disappointment, pushed back and rested.  It was some minutes
before I could get up.  Sue reconnected everything, and pulled up
my pants.  This time, my penis finally had lost its rigid form and
they tucked it neatly into my pants.
     "I need to go home, eat and rest."  I sucked down the rest
of the water.  My legs were shaky and I sat.  I shoved the reports
into the desk and stood again.
     "Ted, let's put everything away and lock up."  I handed her
the keys and, with Gayle holding my arm, I picked up the two
bottles and we headed as a trio for the parking garage.  By then, I
was coming back a bit and they got their cars and followed me
home.

     It's a wonder what a hot meal and a big drink of water can
do for you when you need rest.  We had put the bottles in the
racks in the frig and after we cleaned up the kitchen, we went to
the living room and plopped into some chairs.  The girls sat close
by and leaned forward for the rest of the story.
     "Where was I, oh, yes, milking the bull."  I winked at
Gayle and she smiled and winked back.  "You understand, the
machine we were using was much larger and powerful, and it was
all manual control.  We first had to put restraints on the bull to
keep him from kicking around once things got going.  We finally
got them tight and Clare found the can of lubrication oil and
began to stroke the bull's sheath.  In less than a minute, his pecker
came out, and, under her practised hand, became quite rigid.  I
was waiting with the milker and it went on with another layer of
lubrication and we strapped it to his legs in back and a strong
elastic strap around his sack."
     "Have either of you ever seen a bull's balls?  I mean close
up?  They are the size of baseballs, and some have been reported
as big as softballs."
     "Wow!  No wonder they can fuck all day!"  I could see a
distant idea come into Sue's eyes, but, then she shook her head
slightly, a no to herself, and I went on.
     "I read the instructions to Clare and she worked the
controls.  The bull was obviously having a fine old time, and stood
quite still, quivering all over.  Just before he let loose, I put down
the instructions and grabbed the camera I had with me and Clare
moved to the side and looked steadily under the bull.  I heard the
bull grunt and pushed the shutter."
     I reached behind me and pulled down a picture from the
shelf.  It showed Clare staring in amazement at the thick, white
stream of cum shooting from the bull's cock just under his belly
and out into the straw feet in front.  Both girls gasped at the
picture.  Clare was obviously very excited.
     "Well, after the first blow, Clare reached underneath and
let the next stream flow into her cupped hand.  It poured over her
hand and flowed to the straw.  She dipped a finger into the cum,
and put it in her mouth.  In seconds, she turned to face me, eyes
all lit up and said, 'Wonderful, almost exactly like you!'  and with
that, she placed her face to the pool in her cupped hand and, with
a big slurp, pulled the load into her mouth.  I thought she'd have
an orgasm right there, she was so excited."
     "The bull had finished, but was grunting and we both
realized at the same moment that the machine was still on.
Switching it off calmed the bull and we released him.
     "Well, that just made Clare all the more determined to use
that damn thing on me, and I got down and we figured out how to
rig it up.  The ball strap was a bit of a problem, as it was too big
and several attempts to get it right almost crushed my testicles.  I
was a bit tender when we put in a slip knot and that seemed to do
it."
     "Clare put some lubrication on me and, to my surprise, my
cock came right up and stretched right out, rock hard.  She slid on
the machine and it was too big around inside.  She found the
accessories and found a much smaller insert and made the change.
Then, she slid it on, first giving me a very sexy, full tongue kiss
and her hand steadily pumping me.  Then, it was hanging from its
support strap, and my balls were strapped into it.  With a big grin,
Clare sat down in front of me and, looking into my eyes, started
up the machine.
     "I can tell you it was a bit surprised and the firm grip my
cock suddenly found itself in and I must have grunted, because
she flipped the machine off and wanted to know if I was OK."
     "Assured, the grip reasserted itself and I could feel the
pulses in the milker begin to work on my shaft.  The head was
also a bit inside, so it was getting squeezed as well and I was soon
humping and feeling my jism rise.  Clare went carefully and
always checked with me a she raised the settings up a notch.  But I
didn't care.  I came so hard I almost fell down.  I shot my small
load very hard, and several drops hit Clare in the chin in front of
me.  She shut down and I finished pumping and was dazed and
didn't move.  She was so happy.  She unhooked me and licked me
dry and staggered back to the car.  She drove home and her bottle
of bull semen kept her happy for almost a month."
     "And then, this big box arrived and she proudly presented
me with my own personal bull milking machine!  I told her she
was trying to kill me.  But we used it and, hey, my volume went
up some more.  I would do anything for Clare.  And, to be honest,
the orgasm's were fantastic when we worked the controls right.
But on a couple of occasions, Clare would frig herself and work
the controls, get all excited and just about kill me by hitting the
wrong button, or going to high and I'd pass out.  High for a bull is
heaven, high for me was castration, or worse.  Or so it felt."
     We all laughed.

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