Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite

CHAPTER 9

[Note: all characters in this work of fiction are at least eighteen years old.]

[Note: contains BDSM elements; please skip if you find that off-putting.]

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It was the fourth day of summer semester for Samantha, as it was for every other newly adult academic-track citizen of Orchid. The pleasantly warm, cloudless summer morning began with what was to prove to be Samantha's single favorite class of the summer session: Breastmilk Tolerance and Appreciation. It was smaller than the other classes she had taken, having only ten students. They weren't segregated by gender preference, either. Greta had arranged for Alice, Samantha and Diana, who were rooming with each other, and who seemed close-knit, to attend the same session.

Diana was grateful to Greta for keeping their trio together. She was having severe trouble adjusting to life as an adult. While she enjoyed sex, she did not like how public it often had to be. Additionally, she frequently wound up the center of attention, when all she wanted was to step quietly and go unnoticed. She envied Samantha, and Alice even more, for their carefree, enthusiastic attitudes. Alice, in particular, seemed up for anything, including sex with many men at once. Alice had been trying to convince Samantha to join her in signing up for an optional Anal Preparation course. If Samantha agreed, Diana probably would join them. She was still sorting out her feelings for Samantha, but, whatever they were exactly, they were intense. She felt unmoored when they were apart, so she would endure the unpleasant-sounding anal stretching if she had to.

There were two breastfeeding instructors, Chiana and Jasmine. Chiana, the lead, began by reminding the class that while visible portions of the female breast, unlike the vulva, were not part of Aphrodite's omnipresent body, the milk-producing mammary glands were. The Goddess blended the host's genetic material with her own, and therefore every woman's milk varied somewhat in both flavor and consistency. Regardless, all breast milk was sacred, being a direct product of Her body.

"Around lactating women, you must consume Her milk before any other fluids," Chiana reminded the class, as she wrapped up her introduction. "It is absolutely essential that you develop a tolerance for the taste. And let us be candid: Her breast milk is not particularly palatable. This is by Her inscrutable design, and it is not for us to question Her will! For the rest of the summer semester, you will drink from lactating women at every possible opportunity. Your RAs will have details. There will also be several more sessions of this course, and starting next time, we will observe your faces closely when you drink. You are all expected to consume enthusiastically and without flinching by the end. There will be a test."

Jasmine ushered ten lactating women onto the stage. They were each wearing lower body garments, ranging from a long, pleated skirt to tight athletic shorts. All were designed to keep their vaginas visible. None of the women had a top on. Each gave their name and age.

First was a nineteen-year-old freshman at Archemedia Lower College. She had given birth a week prior to the class and her stomach, which had faint stretch marks, was still in the process of returning to its pre-pregnancy form. Her heavy boobs, almost the size of Diana's, were taut and looked like water balloons, ready to burst. White milk dripped from each nutty-looking, dark nipple. There were two more students, both twenty years old. Then there was one young priestess who had recently given birth to her first baby as part of joining the Cult. She explained that she was pregnant again, but not showing. She was nineteen. Accompanying her were two more priestesses, one forty-two and one forty-nine. Both older priestesses had large bellies. The eldest looked like she would give birth at any moment. Lastly were four women from various walks of life: an Archemedia professor, an HVAC technician, one of the bus drivers who'd driven the girls from Mt. Parnas Senior high school, and a woman who worked as an accountant in Archemedia Lower College's administration.

Before hands-on training, the instructor explained how to latch on, making a big O with the mouth and pushing the nipple up before sucking. She demonstrated, using her own mouth, on a heavy-bosomed student. Then a question and answer session followed, with the ten lactating women acting as an impromptu panel.

"Does it hurt when you're being drunk?"

Several of the lactating women raised their hands. Chiana pointed at the bus driver. "It can hurt a little during the let-down. Hard to predict. But feels great after that!" A dreamy look came over her face. "Best drug ever."

"How much milk should we drink?"

The most senior priestess took this question. "Normally, as much as you want. Don't stop until you feel like it. You honor the Mother, and the host, for that matter, the more you consume! Worry more about the opposite. When you sup upon a nipple, sipping briefly can be seen as an insult, both to Herself and the host."

After a few more questions, Chiana announced, "Breastfeeding ladies, if you wouldn't mind, please step forward and find a student. Students, don't worry if there's a pair of breasts you were especially looking forward to, you all will drink from everyone here." She pressed a button on a stopwatch that was hanging from a lanyard around her neck.

Samantha, like the other nine eighteen-year-old girls, was sitting bare-assed -- she only had a top on -- on a chair designed to facilitate the lesson. It had a high back, no arms, and was mounted on a thick stainless steel cylinder, which was able to raise and lower via a hydraulic mechanism. The bus driver approached. She was plain looking, and, initially, Samantha felt disappointed. That feeling quickly dissipated as she got a better look at the older woman's boobs. A bit larger than Diana's, they had an elegant teardrop shape, large areolae and thick, dark nipples which were slowly dripping milk. They looked ready to burst. She started to salivate as she dropped to the floor to kiss the woman's pussy.

After Samantha got back up off of the ground, the bus driver kissed Samantha's vulva, then had her sit back in the chair. "Nice tits, babe, mind if I see?" She had a coarse way of talking. Samantha shrugged, and the bus driver pulled off the young woman's tight-fitting cut-off cardigan. "Holy Mother, biggest I've seen in a while! May I?" Samantha wasn't sure what the bus driver was asking, but she was more interested in the other woman's boobs anyway. It turned out the bus driver wanted to rub their nipples together. Samantha felt a thrill of pleasure course up her spine and the driver adjusted the height of Samantha's seat so that their boobs were aligned, then stepped forward so that they mashed into each other. Shimmying back and forth, she brushed against Samantha's large areolae, coaxing out her inverted nipples. Samantha giggled as white dribbled all over her tits.

"You kiss girls?" the bus driver asked. Samantha nodded, and the woman stepped forward. They made out briefly. Chiana came up and cleared her throat, reminding them of their main task, which was for Samantha to learn how to breastfeed.

The bus driver adjusted Samantha's chair using pedals embedded into the floor near the base of her chair, until mouth aligned perfectly with nipple. Then she stepped forward so that Samantha could suck it in. It took two minutes to learn to latch on properly. At least, it did for Samantha and Alice. To Samantha's right was Diana, who latched on properly to her proffered boob, which belonged to the forty-week-pregnant priestess, on her first attempt.

Samantha reflexively hugged the bus driver's torso as the first streams of milk shot into the roof of her mouth. Breastfeeding had never been a fantasy of hers, but it immediately shot up to the top of her list. After thirty seconds of sucking, her pussy got wet, and she snaked a hand down to the lactating woman's crotch and began to rub. Something about drinking fluid produced from another woman's breasts -- technically the Goddess' milk -- was driving her crazy. It was sensual, for sure, yet it also felt strangely taboo. The latter point made no sense. It would be heresy, in fact, to find issue with drinking another woman's milk. The point was moot, for now: Samantha was in no frame of mind to analyze her feelings.

All she could focus on was the stream of warm fluid flowing steadily into her mouth. She didn't consciously realize she was masturbating the bus driver, who, for her part, was guiding the teenager with her own hand, helping her finger her just the way she'd do it herself. The lactating woman was having a strong let-down reaction. Her eyelids kept drooping down, as if she was about to take a nap.

The poor taste of the woman's milk didn't register with Samantha, either. It was watery and sour, nowhere as tasty as cow's or goat's milk.

Chiana's stopwatch vibrated, and she rang a bell. "Ladies, please switch to the student to your right. Or wrap around if you're at the end."

Samantha didn't hear the instructor and was greedily sucking away at the now elongated nipple in her mouth. "Babe," the bus driver said. Samantha kept sucking. "Honey, gotta move on, kay?" She stuck her finger between the teenager's lips and her nipple to break the seal.

"Huh?" Samantha said. She looked more dazed than the bus driver did.

"You're milk drunk, honey. Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." She gestured down the line of lactating women. The forty-week-pregnant priestess was waiting patiently for the bus driver to step to Alice.

Samantha nodded dimly as the priestess, whose skin seemed to be glowing, approached. Her eyes fixated on the swollen, conical tits, dripping milk onto the smooth expanse of distended stomach. The priestess recognized that Samantha was in no state to exchange vaginal worship. Instead, she adjusted the height of the teenager's chair and stepped forward. By angling her tummy to the side, she was able to get Samantha's mouth lined up just right.

Soon Samantha was drinking the heavily pregnant woman's milk, greedily gulping as fast as she could. With her left hand, she reflexively began to tug at the woman's left breast, which sprayed milk in powerful, thin strings. With her other hand, Samantha rubbed between her own legs.

The remaining eight breastfeeds passed in the same way, Samantha so engrossed in sucking down the women's milk she barely registered the changeovers. When the tenth woman -- the newly-anointed nineteen-year-old priestess -- finally disengaged, Samantha's face fell. The young carrier felt an immediate sense of guilt and looked over at Chiana. "I can stay longer."

"That's fine. Samantha, is it?"

Samantha took a moment to register that someone had asked her a question. Her eyes were glued to one of the nipples in front of her. "Huh?"

"Do you want to stay here and drink the rest of her milk?"

"Yeah!" Samantha's face relaxed into a sleepy smile.

"We'll see you in the cafe," Alice said, speaking for both herself and Diana. Diana had disliked drinking breast milk, happy to be leaving the room. Alice could take it or leave it, but certainly wasn't going to stick around for more.

"I'll stay too if you want more," the bus driver said. Samantha nodded vigorously.

Soon it was only the three of them in the classroom. Samantha sucked steadily from the young priestess' left tit, then the right, about thirty minutes in total. The holy woman was sweaty by the end, and her hands ran through Samantha's short blonde hair. While she was doing that, the bus driver pressed herself into Samantha's back, fondled her huge tits with one hand, and rubbed her vulva with the other. The priestess left, then the bus driver fed each nipple into Samantha's mouth until every last drop of milk had been extracted.

Samantha burped.

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The next activity that day was not a class, but rather the first of a series of feeldoe fitting sessions that would be interspersed over the next sixteen months. As with the morning breast milk class, it was not segregated by gender preference, so Alice, Samantha and Diana were all in the same room together for the second time that day. Anna and Phoebe, roommates from their wing, were also there. The genetic first cousins were only days apart in age, and, if an onlooker wasn't paying attention, they could be mistaken for identical twins.

Like every other student, Samantha was halfway between lying and sitting in one of the now-familiar exam desks. One part took the form of a gynecological exam table, with armatures and stirrups to hold her ankles and keep her legs spread wide, exposing her pussy. The other part was for her butt and upper body. It had a padded seat, with an angled back, that made it easy to keep her eyes on the front of the room.

Once all the girls were settled, a dark haired woman wearing a red pantsuit cleared her throat. The girls couldn't see her pussy, as she had a realistic-looking, if static, artificial cock extending from it. "Students, welcome! My name is Daria, and I am a Senior Sales Manager from Orchid Prosthetics Cooperative. Today you will be fitted with a temporary prosthesis, which is also known as a feeldoe, or even a dick." She clicked a device in her hand, which caused every TV monitor around the room to display a slide she had prepared.

It showed a medically accurate side-on view of a vagina. An animation looped repeatedly, showing a feeldoe being inserted and removed. The external part was a prosthetic penis, much like the one presently sticking out of Daria, and the part that went inside the vaginal canal was intended to hold the feeldoe firmly in place. This inside portion was bulbous, irregular and slightly too big for the cartoonish vaginal canal. When fully inserted, every part of the vagina was slightly distended, slight pressure was put on the cervix, and a nodule pushed up into the A-spot.

Daria explained how a feeldoe worked. "As you can see, the interior portion of the feeldoe is custom molded, bespoke to your vagina. In about a year, you will each have a mold taken of your vaginal canal and, courtesy of the Orchid City State, you will be provided with one standard length -- that is six-inch -- feeldoe. If you wish to order additional ones of differing sizes, that will be an option available to you. Katya, would you mind?" Daria gestured at one of the technicians lined up along the wall. Daria undid the button on her pants and let them drop to the floor. Now the class could clearly see the sex toy extending from her pussy. She gestured at Katya, who tugged at it.

"Katya is demonstrating here that, even without straps attached, most feeldoes are such tight fits inside the vaginal canal, that they don't easily come out. Today you will be fitted with a temporary feeldoe. It won't fit your canals as well as the custom ones, of course, but will suffice for now. The reason for this is simple: your vaginas are not yet stretched out. We have found it best to wait for a year before the custom molding processes, as it cuts down dramatically on returns. Also, the temporary one will fill your vaginas nicely and help stretch you out. And given the ratio of men to women on Orchid Island, most of your penetrative sex will be with other women, regardless of your sexual preferences. Any questions?"

"Is it hard to insert the inner half?" a red-faced girl asked.

"It takes some practice. It helps if a friend -- usually the person you're about to penetrate -- uses their saliva and helps you work it up inside."

After answering a few questions, the technicians from Orchid Prosthetics Cooperative fanned out across the room. Katya, the assistant who'd helped demonstrate the tight fit of Daria's feeldoe, walked right up between Diana's spread legs. One look at the nervous girl's face told Katya everything. "Don't worry, babe, we'll start small, okay? I promise it won't hurt." Diana nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

"What's your name, honey?" She wanted to calm the girl down.

"Diana."

"It's nice to meet you, Diana."

Katya removed the feeldoe with the smallest inside-vagina half from a blue canvas duffel bag. She unwrapped it from its plastic packaging, which indicated that it had been thoroughly cleaned back at the warehouse. The penis end was a realistic-looking, veiny six inch cock. This one did not have testicles. She licked all over the bulbous interior half, which was irregularly shaped and only three inches deep.

Before inserting the feeldoe into Diana, Katya worshiped the brown-haired girls spread pussy. She intended to keep the vaginal licking brief, as the girl seemed on the verge of tears. It was to Katya's surprise that, although Diana started to cry as a stranger's wet tongue slide up her vulva, her back also arched involuntarily. 'Super wet,' Katya thought. Ignoring tears and sniffles, she probed deeper with her tongue, licking vaginal opening, briefly poking into Diana's canal with her tongue, then flicking across a prominent, erect clitoris. Diana moaned, and her ankles strained against the stirrups. Briefly forgetting the purpose of the exercise, Katya -- who was a lesbian -- began to vigorously eat out the young girl. Her pussy became gratifyingly wet, and within two minutes, Diana's perineum bulged out as she squirted powerfully all over Katya's face. 'I had that coming, I suppose,' the technician thought sardonically. Diana was still crying, despite having just had an intense orgasm. Katya mentally shrugged. 'Weird chick.'

Katya gingerly worked the bulbous interior part of the fake cock into Diana's pussy. She needn't have been so careful. It slid in easily. Katya quickly ascertained that the ease had nothing to do with the moisture level of Diana's pussy. The feeldoe fell out on its own, barely gripped at all. 'That's one loose pussy,' she thought. She worked three fingers of her right hand into Diana's canal. The vagina didn't feel loose, as the warm, spongy flesh gripped Katya's digits. 'Huh.'

Skipping a size, Katya worked in the back half of another feeldoe, this one about five inches long, and with a fatter maximum circumference. It slid fully inside on the first stroke. It fell out when she gave it a slight tug.

Perplexed, Katya pulled out the biggest feeldoe in her duffel bag. She hadn't expected to use it today. It was rare for an eighteen-year-old without experience being penetrated to need one so large. She sucked in a breath involuntarily. This huge one slid in easily, too. At least it didn't fall out as readily as the first two had, but when she performed a test, tugging on the six-inch cock, the whole thing plopped out noisily. Diana's back arched and her legs tensed. 'Shit, that's one sensitive pussy!'

"Hang on, babe," Katya said.

"Is something wrong?" Diana blubbered. She had just gotten her tears under control.

"Nothing, you just need a larger one that I got right here. Daria'll have some, don't worry."

Diana fought a fresh bout of tears with all her mental energy.

Katya walked over to Daria. "There a problem?" her boss asked.

"The XL's still too small for Diana there."

Daria looked up at the ceiling. "Good thing we come prepared. Never thought we'd have to pull out the XXL."

"Um, about that. Triple X. No way the double will work."

"Mother! Seriously?"

"Serious as vagina," Katya said, briefly touching her vulva.

Daria dug around in the white canvas bag she had brought. It was bigger than any of the technicians. "Here you go," she said, proffering a plastic-wrapped feeldoe. The wrapping was covered in a thin film of dust, which Daria and Katya brushed off. Fortunately, the plastic had protected the prosthetic from getting dirty.

Diana's eyes went wide as Katya reappeared between her spread legs. Like the other feeldoes, the external portion of the sex toy was a realistic, six-inch penis. The interior portion was ten inches long, irregularly shaped, and had a noticeably wider maximum circumference. Katya started in on licking it for lubrication, but tired before she could coat it entirely. She held it to Diana's mouth, and the girl, crying again, reluctantly coated the rest of it with her long, wet tongue.