Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Not With My Daughter! 22 Part: 22 Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga Summary: Marnie and friend Barbara are entered in a bull-milking contest on their French vacation while Brenda gets attention from her young suitors and the wrath of a female competitor. Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibition, cuckold, b+/g, MF The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My Daughter!, Parts 2-21" which can be found at "Spunk's Place", see at bottom. Not With My Daughter! Part 22 by Spunk N. Wagnels "Marnie, you have to promise me you will never tell George what I did today." Barbara implored. "I won't tell yours, if you don't tell mine." She said with a smile. "We were so bad." Barbara said. "But, it was so wonderful, wasn't it." "Yes, this vacation is just what the doctor ordered to counterbalance the stress of our everyday lives." Marnie replied. "Let's get ourselves to dinner." Dinner was a feast and the two ladies were hungry from the excitement of the day. As they sat back in their chairs, full and sassy, the P.A. system announced that volunteers were needed for the "Bull Milking Contest" fantasy. The announcement asked for ten female volunteers to act as "milkmaids" for the event. Staff circulated between the tables to identify the volunteers. An attractive, well toned thirty-something, woman stopped at Marnie and Barbara's table for a moment to see if their table had any volunteers. Marnie and Barbara looked at each other for a moment, shrugged their shoulders in unison and stood up to join the woman who was ready to lead them behind stage. The P.A. announcer followed shortly after with a thank you, that enough volunteers had been selected. The ladies were oriented to the fantasy that ten men had signed up for. When the contest was to begin, the ten milkmaids were to bring the man assigned to her off and capture all of his spunk in a cigar sized test-tube with measurements etched into the side of the glass. The one with the most jizm collected in 30 minutes would be the winner. This was a Class A event, so more than hands were allowed. She walked the ladies around the stage to familiarize them with the milking stands, an upright post with a cross piece that the contestant hung his arms over and then was secured by being gently bound at the wrists. This held the "bull" upright, and the base that supported the upright was a box-like wooden form, about a foot high, that the contestant had to straddle, keeping his legs apart. They were told, that the contestants would be positioned shortly and the ladies were to line up next to one for the event. They would have about ten minutes to familiarize themselves with them, get them preliminarily aroused if they wanted, but they were "bulls", so the milkmaids were asked not to speak them. As the two ladies stood in line, Marnie remarked, "Gosh anybody who would sign up for this fantasy must have a pretty big opinion of themselves, don't you think?" "It sure has me curious. I wonder how much we will be able to milk out of these guys anyway." Barbara replied. Their conversation was cut short as the curtain to the dining room opened and lights were directed at them. Then they turned to their left as the "bulls" were marched onto the stage to the applause of the audience. They were paraded to the uprights naked except for a leather thong that formed a "figure eight" across their front running around the back of their necks and under their scrotums, crisscrossing at approximately their navels. This had the effect of uplifting their balls from their legs, especially if they reared their heads back. They had different body types from slender to beer bellied. They ranged in age from thirty to fifty. The common feature among most of them was the prodigious genitalia that they all appeared proud of. Marnie and Barbara looked up and down the line at the other ladies who were beginning to touch and caress their bulls, as the staff began securing the wrists of the contestants to their structures. Then they joined in and touched their bulls as well. Each started to tune out the audience, and the other contestants as they brushed, petted, rubbed, pinched, hefted and otherwise explored the equipment of their bulls. Barbara took her left hand and slid it along the upper legs and rear cheeks of her bull as if in a daze, admiring the strength their firmness beheld. Marnie, wanted to feel what her bull's genitalia felt like bundled up between her breasts, as she sidled up and stuffed it down the top of her toga to the moan of appreciation from her bull. Barbara toyed with pulling on the thong at the crisscross to make the bull's genitals flop up and down, then she grabbed the long straight penis with one hand and held his balls together with her thumb and middle finger turning it from side to side as she examined its texture shape and volume. Marnie held her bull's cock up to her cheek to feel its warmth and soft surface. She turned her head back and forth to move her skin against it. She and Barbara looked at each other smiling devilishly, when the announcement advised that there was one more minute before the contest was to begin. They started to stroke the cocks of their bulls in earnest, causing the others to competitively do the same to catch up with them. When the contest began with the announcement "Maintenant", the fists were flying. The bulls contorted their faces, hissed, moaned, and eked out sounds of blissful agony. Marnie's bull started to arch his back, his head pulling his genitals up and out, and she knew he was going to deliver his first installment. She quickly grabbed the tube and placed it as carefully as she could at the tip of his penis to catch all that might fly out, and gush he did. She kept up the motion while he flopped about in place, Marnie following his cock tip as he gyrated, trying to alleviate himself from her relentless motion. She momentarily noticed and admired the quantity she collected thinking, "three or four more, and he'd have this thing filled. I wonder if he has it in him?" Barbara was so wrapped up in the moment, that she was staring at the tip of her bull's cock, like a kid looking to see why water hasn't come out the end of a hose yet, when he erupted all over her face. She opened her eyes and mouth wide, as she gasped in a breath of air, and ended up swallowing a little of the jizm that was meant for the tube. She quickly took the tube and tried her best to scrape the jizm off of her face with the edge of it, leaving her bull to wonder if she would finish the job with the little bit left in him to squirt out. Marnie chuckled to herself, not wanting to embarrass her friend, and went on to stimulating her bull to a second cumming. With the tubes resting in holders on the uprights between the bulls' legs, everyone could see the front-runners. Barbara determined that she was coming from behind, so she redoubled her effects to get her man off sooner, so she may have a chance at an extra cumming before the end compared to the others. Some of the men wanted to communicate to their milkers what would work best for them, but they were warned that any verbal communication would be grounds for disqualification. Barbara's bull did everything he could to get her to have and maintain eye contact with him, so he could communicate facially with her. She soon picked up on his strategy and worked as attentively as she was able in consort with his directions. As a team, they became the first to have a second cumming, and Barbara was successful at collecting all that he was able to offer. The competition heated up and the milkmaids started to get into it as if they had chosen the fantasy for themselves. Hands changed to mouths, breasts got displayed, in one case, a milkmaid backed up to her bull, standing on the box-like base to the upright and coaxed her bull to cum with her cunt muscles. As it turned out, the one who came last, accumulated the most. The rest of the contestants were in some state of unfulfilled frustration at not hitting the thirty-minute mark with their last effort. When they were let down, many pleaded with their milkmaids to finish what they had started in the back after the fantasy was over. Marnie and Barbara were exhausted and decided to retire for the evening. Back in their rooms they discussed the day. "Maybe I should have taken my guy up on his offer of a good time following the contest." Marnie was saying. "I am still pretty worked up from the day." "Marnie, I hate to say it, but I am too. What are we going to do?" Barbara asked concerned. "Give me a minute with the brochure and I'll see." Marnie replied. . . . "It says here that there is a Class A sexual fantasy of `The Courtesans of Catherine the Great'. The description reads 'Experience the chores of a courtesan of Catherine the Great, by testing the prowess of her suitors before she does, so she doesn't waste her time with the insufficient.' I guess it is like being a royal taster, only of a different sort." Marnie said. "That sounds promising, don't you think?" "Well, it is all play acting right? What could be wrong with that?" Barbara justified. "I'm going to have some pretty frustrating dreams, I'm sure, just thinking about it." "I'm going to call in for reservations, if they'll take them at this hour." Marnie said. . . . "All set for two o'clock tomorrow. . ." ***** "I can't answer the door like this." Brenda protested. "Okay then, go put on a robe. I'll answer the door." Brad said. "Who are you?" Brad asked of the rough looking guy at the door. "Well, who are you?" Jeff Larcher retorted. "It's okay Brad, this is Brenda's friend Jeff." Jimmy explained. "Hey Jimmy, taking good care of those modeling shots?" Jeff asked with a smile. "Yeah, I even got some more." Jimmy replied. "Wow dude, you're awesome. Let's see them." Jeff responded to the news. Jimmy ran upstairs and passed Brenda coming down, as she was tying the sash and following his sprint up the stairs with her eyes. When she looked back, there was Jeff. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked surprised and annoyed. "Nice to see you too, Babe." He replied. "My dad sent me out to track down your mother. Your dad said I'd find you here." "What does your dad want with my mother?" "He doesn't tell me much, he just wanted me to find out where she is." "Well, she is out of the country for another couple of days. Tell Walter that I'm available for more modeling work." She said, as Jimmy re-entered the room, handing his book to Jeff to review. "Hey, I don't want you looking at that." She said trying to grab it back from Jeff's grasp. Jeff pulled it away from her forcefully and started to ogle the pictures he hadn't seen yet, at his leisure. "Good job my man." He said to Jimmy. "You've got a flare for this kind of thing." "Yeah, I'm going to do it for a living when I grow up." Jimmy announced. "Are you going to get me copies for turning you on to it?" Jeff extorted. "He will not!" Brenda interrupted brusquely. "But Brenda." Jimmy said, with almost a whine. "No Jimmy, you can't give out a model's pictures without her permission, unless she signs away her rights." Brenda advised. "Okay. Sorry Jeff. She would know." Jimmy apologized. "Well, I'll check on that." Jeff said. "So, when is your mom getting back again?" "Seems like Thursday. I'll tell her Walter was asking for her." Brenda said. "So, when are you going to get dressed for the day like the rest of the people in the world? It's one o'clock already." Jeff asked in reference to her robe. Brad and Jimmy snickered. "What? What, . . . what did I say?" Jeff asked sensitive to being left out of the loop. "These are the first clothes Brenda has had on all day." Brad said going back into a snicker with Jimmy. Brenda, trying to brush the whole thing off, grabbed Jeff's arm and started to escort him to the door. "I'll catch up with you later, I've got work still to do before the Crandels return from their trip." She said. Jeff tore his arm out of her grip obstinately, "I'll just hang around until then." "No, I've got to drive to the airport to pick them up. You need to go so I can get ready." She said, resuming her efforts. Jeff broke her grasp more decisively this time; "I'll just hang with you guys until you have to go." "Brenda, you'd better get dressed like you were about to do when Jeff came by, so we can go." Brad said, not sure whether he liked Jeff or not. "Wait. First I want to see what I have been missing." Jeff said, as he quickly undid her robe and held it open. "Gee, you're still keeping it neat down there." He said referring to her shaved pussy. Jimmy looked at the proceedings a bit confused, and was changing his attitude toward Jeff, as Brenda abruptly brought her arms together to close the robe, embarrassed and annoyed. At this point, the three of them wanted the intruder out of their play space. Jeff, realizing it would be a battle to stay and have fun with them, decided it was time to make his retreat, and left. "Thanks Brad. Well, I'll put the laundry in the dryer and we can fold the things coming out." Brenda said. "How about we watch, oh, and I'll hold the robe." Brad said with a smile. Brenda tried to act annoyed, but she was actually enjoying being bossed into doing household chores in the nude in front of the boys. They enjoyed watching the stacked Brenda's body move to the tasks at hand, bend to take laundry items out of the basket seductively, bend and reach to accomplish proper hospital corners on the bed, her tits wobble as she scrubbed the ring from the tub, her strong legs as she bent to place dishes in the rack of the dishwasher. Brad blatantly rubbed his crotch when she brought out the duster, and dusted the objects around the boys sitting on the couch, and as she got down on hands and knees to give the carpet a second over for the cum stains from the night before. She didn't object to Jimmy taking photo shots at Brad's direction. Jimmy unconsciously got an insight into Brad's fascination for Brenda's legs, rear, and breasts when they were hanging, as they were the majority of Brad's requests for shots. "Okay, now I want you to rub my wiener." Brad said boldly, getting a little frustrated with the arousal building up in his groin. Brenda and Jimmy both looked at him as if he had just arrived from another planet. "Excuse me?" Brenda asked. "I'm the boss, remember? I need some motion from you here, before I become crazed." Brad explained. Jimmy went on alert to the tension building up in the air. "Bosses don't ask their employees to do such things. Why don't you just take it out, and we'll see how bad the problem is." Brenda retorted. Brad unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his briefs to just below his knees. "Got another boner there I see." Brenda said, noting the obvious. "Let's dust it off and get a better look." She worked the tip with the duster until he tried to grab her to bring her to him. "Now, now, we mustn't get too over anxious. Here, hold this up out of the way." She said placing his hand around the shaft of his penis, as she undid his shoes and completely removed his pants and briefs. He held the shaft dutifully as he strained to look down to see Brenda dusting his balls, then reach around them and tie the sash from the robe around his scrotum, forcing his balls to the bottom of their sack. She playfully yanked on the sash a couple of times, and Brad looked on apprehensively aroused. She held the balls up away from his body, and rubbed the open palm of her other hand in a circular motion to the bottom of them. Brad closed his eyes and started to moan. "I bet you can't go in a circle with your left hand like I am, while you go up and down on the shaft with your right. It takes a lot of coordination to do that." Brenda challenged. "Sure I can." Brad challenged back. "Show us then. Prove it." Brenda fired back. Brad took up the challenge while Brenda continued to hold his balls up for him with the sash. He was about to say "See, I told you . . . ," but instead, he just closed his eyes and started to roll his head around as the two sensations from his shaft and balls competed for his primary attention. He was locked in as a homing device on a target. He was not going to stop until one or the other hit the mark for him. "Jimmy, you could get a picture of this." Brenda teased. Brad opened his eyes momentarily, "No Jimmy, don't." Then he realized from Jimmy's expression, that he wouldn't, and went back to the task in hands. Then he lunged his body up off the couch uncontrollably and shot his unexpected rope of cream in an arch out to the carpet before him. Brenda gently continued tugging at his balls as he continued the dual motions until he was too spent to continue. "Oh look, another mess. Good thing we have the stuff to clean it up right here." Brenda said matter-of-factly. She got down on her hands and knees again and cleaned up the mess, while Brad sat there with the sash still around his balls, his arms laying limp at his sides, an expression of blissful exhaustion on his face. Then the phone rang. "I'll get it." Jimmy declared. "Yeah, Hi Paul. Yeah, here she is." "Hello." Brenda said lyrically. "Sure, that would be okay. Let me give you my address . . ." "Okay boys, let's get this show on the road." Brenda said, taking back charge of the situation. "But it's still too early to go to the airport." Jimmy noticed. "Well, lets not just sit around here. We can go by the park and see what's shaking there on the way." Brenda offered. "But hey, I'm still in charge here, until we pick up Crandels." Brad asserted. "So boss, what did You have in mind?" Brenda asked a little impatient. "The park is okay with me, but you'll have to wear clothes there. So, I want to pick out what you are going to wear." Brad directed. "Well, I'll see if I agree with the style you choose. It will be out in public, and I want to look my best." Brenda qualified. "Let's see what you have here first." Brad suggested. They looked through the clothes Brenda brought for the weekend. "No, I didn't find it. Let's go over to your house and check there." Brad said. When they got there, Brenda's dad was walking through the front hall. "Hi Brenda. I've been missing you this weekend. How's it going at Crandel's? Hi Jimmy." "Fine, no problems. Dad, this is Jimmy's friend Brad. I just stopped by for a change of clothes and we are off to pick up the Crandels at the airport." "Nice to meet you. Drive safely." Roger said, giving Brenda a kiss on the forehead. "Com'on let's go." Brenda ordered as they all bounded up the stairs. "How about this one?" She said over and over holding up outfit after outfit. "What then?" She asked in frustration. "I want something as good as being naked, but would still be legal. Something that will turn heads, but keep them guessing. I like the way people react to your looks. You probably don't even notice, but people really like the way you look, and I want them looking as we pass them. Got it?" Brad disclosed. "You devil you. You want me to tease the park goers. Well since you asked so nicely, how about this?" Brenda said smiling with anticipation. She was holding up a cream-colored tennis style outfit with a matching short-sleeve matador-cut jacket to cover the bra lines that showed through the semi-see-through material. "Try it on." Brad directed. Then reacting to her modeling it, "Lose the bra, lose the jacket, lose the panties, and lets go." Brad said decisively. "I've got to wear the jacket and panties out of the house, or my dad won't let me go." "Okay, but let's hurry, the more time we can spend there the better, right Jimmy?" "Right." "You boys are wicked." Brenda said playfully. At the park, the boys had her walk by or in front of certain people and couples, sit next to others, bend for protracted times at drinking fountains, feed the ducks by bending and trying to get them to eat from her hand, and be in places that reflected light through her outfit to highlight her features. They had to run and grab her hands to ditch with her in the bushes to evade a curious cop who had yelled "Hey!" at them. With hearts pounding, they decided that they could just as easily play this game at the terminal waiting for the Crandels as they could at the park, so they headed out for it. They had their fun, and then waited for the Crandels' plane. "Okay, the Crandels are coming now, I'm putting my stuff back on." Brenda announced. "Well, they haven't landed yet, and it will be another forty-five minutes, so I get to be the boss sometime later for that amount of time for our deal." Brad asserted. "Okay, Picky." Brenda said, and left for the bathroom. On the way home Brad took the film from Jimmy to give to his brother. "Here, you're seeing Paul tonight." He whispered as he dumped the canisters in Brenda's lap. Mrs. Crandel turned to the back seat and asked, "Was Jimmy a good boy?" Brenda turned toward the smiling Jimmy, and pinched his cheek, "He has been my, … an angel." "That's good to hear." Mrs. Crandel said smiling at Mr. Crandel. When Brenda got home, she didn't have time to change, as Paul was at her door early. Roger was barely catching up with her before she was introducing him to this new suitor and leaving out the door. Roger was dumbfounded and felt whipsawed by how adroitly Brenda made her way ou, almost as soon as she had come in. "So Brenda, what would you like to do?" Paul asked right off. "Well, I have these, that might interest you." She said seductively, holding up several canisters of exposed film. At the store, Paul made a ritual out of neither of them looking at the pictures until they were all done and back at his apartment on his couch together. He got a round of beers, they toasted, and they turned the stack over to start the presentation. "My brother was there? How does he get all the fun?" Paul whined. "Do you know how to take pictures? Maybe I could do some modeling for you someday." Brenda suggested. "I'll learn." Paul said. "You know, some of these are full blown porno, you let the boys take. Like this rear shot of you bending over." "It's just the human body. Over half the world's population looks like that between her legs." Brenda put forward. "Brenda, only a small portion of the world's women look as good as you do." Paul said leaning in for a kiss. Brenda moved her head so the mark he hit was her neck. He planted a kiss and stayed on to give her a hickey. Brenda moaned and squirmed under his tongue's assault. When he came up for air, she took her hand and held the side of his face as she returned the gesture giving him a hickey on his neck as well. He sat and wiggled from the combination tickle and sting. He distracted himself from the sensation a bit, by putting his hand on her near breast. She removed it and moved in for a full body embrace, lip-locking, tongue sucking, French kiss, only to be interrupted by the doorbell. "Just ignore it. It's probably for the apartment next door." Paul said, as he tried to resume the passion. The bell rang again and then there were insistent knocks on the door. "Hang loose. I'll get rid of them." Paul assured her. Paul opened the door. "Donna! I thought I told . . ." "You can't just cancel on me like that without an explanation." Donna said, as she pushed him back into the room. When she followed him in, she immediately saw Brenda who was straitening herself out on the couch. "Who the hell is she!?" Donna declared, pointing at Brenda and looking back at Paul. "Ah, ah, . . . ah, she is Brad's friend's baby-sitter, really." Paul said, buying time to think. "Well, what the hell is she doing here?" Donna demanded, standing with fists on her hips leaning forward for his answer. "I, ah, was giving her a ride home and we stopped by here so I could show her my apartment." Paul lied. "Yeah right! . . . What is that fresh mark on your neck?" Donna asked, her face reddening with anger. "Bug bite?" Paul said, putting his hand on his neck. "What's your name cute stuff?" She asked Brenda. Brenda tried to turn the four piles of pictures over as Donna approached. "Brenda. . . . Glad to meet you." She said meekly, while standing and holding out her hand for an insincere greeting. Donna ignored the gesture and bent to look at the pictures Brenda had turned over. The picture that had ignited the passion a moment earlier enraged Donna upon viewing it. "What the . . .? Who is this cow? . . . Oh, it's your fat butt and bovine tits. You perverts! You slut." She said to Brenda. That was all Brenda needed to take her on. She came from around the coffee table and grabbed for Donna's hair, pulling her head back and forth. Donna, tried to unclasp Brenda's grip, but her efforts had little effect. In her desperation to break free of Brenda's rage, she swung her arms around in front of her trying to connect with anything. She landed a couple of blows that bruised Brenda's tits and distracted her enough to loosen her grip. When Donna got free, she went for Brenda's hair to dish out what she had just endured. Brenda knew what it felt like for her, so she reached for Donna's tits, grasped them, and squeezed. "Girls, stop! You're gonna get me thrown outta here." Paul pleaded. Donna's hands left Brenda's hair and went outstretched to the sides in surrender. Still holding on, Brenda asked, "Do you give?" Afraid to move a muscle, for fear of Brenda damaging her sensitive tits, Donna just nodded her acceptance. "Say you're sorry." Brenda demanded. "I, I'm sorry for calling you a cow and a slut, ooooo ooouch." Brenda let go and they both started to massage their injured breasts. "Let's all be calm, and talk this out." Paul pleaded. "Talk about what, you two-timing lowlife piece of shit." Donna lashed back. "I think it is time for me to go." Brenda said, picking up three of the four piles and heading for the door. "No wait." Paul said. "For what?" Donna said. "I mean, don't you still need that ride?" Paul said to Brenda. Brenda just stood there to see if Paul and Donna could at least work it out so that she would get a ride home. Brenda stood patiently as the two argued for five minutes, then she slipped outside and waited a little while longer. The door opened and Donna walked out. "You can come with me." Donna said. Brenda looked at Paul who looked away sheepishly and backed deeper into the room. "Don't worry, I'll get you home okay. It's better I do it than my two-timing fiancée." Donna said. "Your fiancé? He never . . ." "Yeah, well that's changing. Com'on, let's go." "He was just helping me out, really. I had no idea." Brenda assured her. "Get in. Helping out with what?" "You saw. The pictures. I'm a model, and . . ." "Pheh," Donna started to laugh at the remark. "I'm sorry. What are you modeling for, Penthouse?" "Well, one day maybe." "You're serious, aren't you." Donna said. "Yeah, what do you mean?" "I mean, you're kinda young to be displaying your womanly wares for the world to see aren't you?" "Well I can do these modeling jobs with my mother's okay now, but I'll be able to do them soon on my own. Most people think I am older than I am." "Don't tell me you are getting paid for those pictures and your mother said it was okay." "Well not these, but I have modeled before professionally, really." "Okay, let's just leave it at that. It's your life. Now, what are your intentions towards Paul?" "Now that I know you two are engaged and he lied about it to me, I guess there is nothing for the future."" "Can I count on that?" Donna asked, for reassurance. "Sure, of course." "Okay then, we can be friends." Donna said holding out her hand for Brenda to shake. Brenda reciprocated, feeling kind of strange, and didn't talk for the rest of the trip to her house. ***** "Good morning." Marnie said from bed to Barbara, as she walked back into the bedroom from the shower. "You're up bright and early today." "I couldn't sleep any longer after I first woke up. That `Catherine the Great" tasting thing was all I could think about. Are we really going to do it?" "The fantasies come with the travel package. The last one worked out okay, didn't it?" Marnie said. "I suppose. It's just that . . ." "Just what?" Marnie asked. "Oh, nothing. Let's get some breakfast." Comments welcomed and appreciated: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com You can find the other parts at the totally free, Spunk's Place: /~spunknwagnels