The Orgasm Device

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Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not, in any way, shape or form, reflect the behaviour I write. As far as I know anyway! This story contain explicit acts of a sexual nature and is unsuited for children. You have been warned, have fun reading! Feedback is highly appreciated.

Anne closed her eyes and pulled the cover up close to her face as she relaxed and got ready for a long night sleep. It had been a stressfull day beeing the first day of school and all that followed with her family moving to a new city. She didn't know anyone and only exchanged a few curtious words to fellow classmates today as she muttled through the day. Anne wasn't a big fan of school and her grades reflected as such. Her plans, for now, was just to get through school and land a random job somewhere so she could just move out of her parents house. She liked her parents and all, but felt it was time to move on. Okey, so maybe the random job thing wasn't the best heading if you planned to live alone. She knew this and also the fact that her grades had to improve to get that better job, but she couldn't seem to pull herself together these days.

They had to move to another city because her father got this really big job offering at some big law firm here. What this ment for Anne was leaving her friends and established life. Beeing no fan of big changes, this was a big deal and so her "depression" kicked in. She didn't look forward to the prospect of having to go out and recruit new friends, but then again a new friend or plurar would probably cheer her up. Ok, tomorrow I will make a genuine effort to befriend at least one person on some sort of level, Anne thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Anne's eyes shot open as she felt something restrain her arms. Both arms as a matter of fact. What the hell is going on here, was the first thing that went through her head as she tried to look around and see what was indeed going on. She had problems sitting up and soon noticed why. She was still groggy from sleeping, so it took a few seconds before she could gather up her surroundings and analyze the situation. First of all, she was not in her own bed any more. She was in fact not in any bed at the moment, she was on sort of examination table, and lying face down too. Anne allways prefered to sleep on either side, rather then on her stomach or back, so waking up face down was quite unusual. And on top of that, the initial thing that woke her up, the feeling of entrapment on her arms, seemed to be true. She couldn't move her arms much as they were fastened on the sides of the table further down, so she was rather pinned down. Her feet was also fastened at the ankles. It was about now that the fear kicked in!

Her first reaction was to uncrontrollably try to wrestle her way out of the restrains. When that didn't seem to pan out, she started screaming or help at the top of her lungs. Then the tears set in. She cried, yelled and kicked about wildly for a few minutes until she could finally realise to herself that it was getting her nowhere. Still trying to lurk her way out of the restrains she yelled out; What to you want with me? It was then a great calming voice emerged from out of nowhere and just said; Calm down! The voice wasn't hars or someone sounding tired of listening to all the yelling and crying, but rather a soothing, warming voice you would expect from your mother after you came home crying because you fell of the bike and hurt your knee. The voice filled Anne completely and somehow made her relax every muscle in her body and stop everything she was doing. Anne felt at ease with beeing where she was and had no trouble calming down and just layed there with her face to one side with a slight smile on her lips as if she had just soaked herself in a big bathtub filled with bubblewater.

Anne could hear some device working and moving about in the room, but could not see anything, nor did she care. Her mind was blissfull. She was fully awear that the situation she was in did not reflect any normal hapenstance, but for some strange reason did not seem to bother. The only thing she could gather was that the noices from the device came from above and seemed to be getting closer. Suddenly she felt small plate of some sort press gently against her spine about midway on her back. Then another further up between midway and her neck. Then a third right at her neck. The plates became warm, not alarmingly, but noticably. Then Anne felt a sharp sting, like a pin prick, on her skin right in the middle of all three plates. The plates cooled off and detached themself from her back as she could hear the machinery start to work again. A sudden warmth fell over Anne and she found it difficult to maintain a waking state of mind. She didn't fight it at all and just let herself fall asleep again.

Beep, beep, beep, beep... Anne's alarm clock was chiming for all it's worth and letting the world know the time right to get up. It was 6 o'clock and time for school. As Anne sat up, she started to remember the night's dream. She quickly felt her neck for the pin prick or any other evidence of tampering with her skin, but found none. She also reached back and felt where the lower plate had been, but nothing there either. Anne got up and walked over to the full length mirror she had in the corner and turned to see if could notice anything at all on her back, but everything was as it should be. Probably some psychological crap manifestating itself, she thought to herself and shook the unerving feeling off as she got dressed. Beeing a warm summer day, she just put on a pair of light pants fit for summer and a t-shirt.

The breakfast went on as usual, pretty eventless and Anne got ready to go to school. Gathered up her thing and headed out the door. They now lived quite close to school in this new place so she walked. As she strolled down the street she couldn't help but notice worked up she was feeling. A tingeling sensation was traveling all over her body and every movement seemed to exagurate the situation. She was somewhat blusshing in her cheeks as well as her nipples poking at her bra, and she was even getting a bit damp downstairs. There was no doubt about it, Anne was horny. She didn't know why or what had brought it on, and she really didn't care, she liked it, made her kinda edgy she thought.

Anne was no stranger to sexuality as she had been with a few guys allready. She was also a healthy masturbator with quite a few sessions behind her back. Anne also liked to experiment with various things to expand her sexual nature, but voyeur, or rather public display of sexuality had never been anything she had thought of before. But now she was so worked up she could just as well have fingered herself right there and then without a seconds thought. Luckily for her she still had some selfcontrol left and supressed the emotional havoc in her loins.

Anne's nipples was poking quite visibly throught her shirt and was very visible for anyone to see, and looks she got. She enjoyed it for what they were, but it didn't exactly sooth her feelings of sexual rage, but rather added to the fuel. She seated herself in the back of the classroom during the first period as not to draw to much attention to herself. As much as she would rather sit up front and flaunt herself, she mustered up the selfcontrol available and sat down in the back. She liked this new edgy feeling of sexual rage going through her body and giving her the confidence to do anything, but it also scared her. She didn't like the idea that she could do something universally stupid just because she was horny.

As the period went on she could feel the sensation of total body stimulation grow on top of her skin. Every bodypart was beeing stimulated somehow. She didn't understand it, but it felt good. One problem was that it impared her ability to consentrate much as she just sat there in a haze of her own thoughts contemplating the many ways she could get off right now. Suddenly the stimulation supressed from all over her body and ruched towards certain areas, namely her breasts or rather her nipples and clitoris. This snapped Anne back to reality and her focus just re-emerged. She suddenly became very aware of where she was and who was around her and how inappropriate it was for her to be raging with the biggest feeling of hornyness she had ever felt. Anne tried to sit up straight in her seat and listen to what the teacher was saying. The tingling stimulation that had raged thruout her body was not centering on her nipples and clitoris as if gentle tounges was kissing and licking them like there was no tomorrow. This was taking it's toll on Anne and she couldn't help but escape a moan, but tried to cover it up with a light cough.

Ohh my God, is this really happening, she thought to herself as she realised an orgasm was inevitable. She tried to focus and maintain herself, but found out that the more she resisted the sensations, the more they applied on her. The feeling grew and it now seemed like a multiple of tounges was doing their handywork on her now rock hard nipples and engorged clitoris. For a second in her haywire of sexual madness, Anne looked down on her shirt expecting it to be wet around her nipples from all the licking she was recieving, only to realise that it ofcourse was all in her mind. But how can something going on in my mind produce such strong delutional feelings. This was far beyond a sexual fantasy and Anne knew it. This actaully felt real. Anne gripped the side of her desk hard as not to rip of her own t-shirt and start pinching her own nipples and squeeze her breasts. She didn't think anyone around her had noticed anything yet, but that could change at any minute now as she apparently had no control over what would take place inside her own body. Anne was both locing and hating what was going on right now. She was hating the fact that she about to have an orgasm in a public place, in a class room, filled with all new students she didn't know yet, most likely an event that would label her as a slut for all time. But it was soooo good. It was so mindnumbingly good.

It seemed that the tounges knew exactly the right amount of pressure to produce and what reaction it would result in. Anne tilted her head back and closed her eyes as to seem like she was having a headache or something like that. She was still somewhat in control of her actions and gripped the desk so tight her knuckles was becoming white. She wanted to get up and get outside the classroom and someplace far far away so she could scream out the delight she was feeling inside herself right now, but she also knew that if she tried to stand up now, she would probably faint from the sexual pressure or worse actually go through with her earlier, new, fetish fantasy; public masturbation. Neither prospects was appealing so here she was, pinned down to her desk with a deathgrip. Anne tiled her head forward trying to conseal the fact that her chest was heaving from all the heavy breething so was quietly attempting to perform to exhaul some of the bottling sexual buildup going on inside her.

She was so close now. Anne was sure she was glowing with sexual energy right now, at least she felt like that, like she was on fire. Like it was acumulating at a staggering rate, building more and more towards the biggest ball of orgasmic release she would ever face. She was having such a hard time trying to keep herself in check that a tear appeared in her eye and rolled slowly down her cheek. She wanted to dry it away with her hand, but didn't dare release her grip on the desk.

And then it happened!

Anne spasmed in a hellfire of an orgasm the size of the northen hemisphere. She went from a crouched position to an outstretched one, flinging herself back in the chair, head back, eyes wide open and staring in the ceiling. Her legs pushed forward as her enitre body tried to stretch outwards. Luckily there was room to spare in front of every seat so she didn't kick anyonw in front of her. She did however jolt the girl sitting next to her who looked up from her sleeping position, glanced over but didn't seem to notice much as she just layed her head back down to continue her powernap. Anne's deathgrip on the desk now made it shake. Luckily for her the desk was bolted to the ground or else she would have ripped it apart and flung it across the room long ago. Anne was screaming on the inside but contained anything from escaping her lips. She was keeping herself so tight lipped that she was becoming more and more red in the face.

The orgasm didn't seem to want to end yet. It raged through Anne's body like a freight train through a tunnel, like an atomic explotion. It was ripping at every muscle in her body, but most of all she could feel it in her private parts. Her muscles inside her pussy was working overtime contracting and releaseing like it was milking a cock that was fucking her.

As the orgasm started to subside, Anne was overcome with joy, both from the post orgasmic bliss and the fact that the ordeal seemed to be over. She didn't think she could have hanged on for much longer without anyone noticing. Her muscles started to relax and she slowly regained bodily functions and slumped back down in the chair. It was several minutes before she could regain herself enough to sit up straight again, never mind actually beeing able to speak. As the period drew closer to completion she started to compose herself and was ready to bolt right out the door when the bell rang.

She headed right for the restroom and locked herself in a stall and sat down trying to contemplate over what had just taken place. During the recess some girls came into the restroom, did their business and went again. Anne was not planning to attend the next period as she didn't see how she could relive another ordeal like that without making it public. So she just sat there quietly awaiting the bell to ring in the next period again. After a minute or so everything went silent. Everyone had gone to class, and so Anne opened the stall door and walked over to the sinks. The sinks were built into a sort of concrete table sticking out of the wall. Anne turned on a sink and soaked her face in water. As she stood up and looked in the mirror she could feel the water running down her face and dripping on the red t-shirt she had worn that day.

It was at that time she noticed the wet spots at her nipples. The spots resembled lactationspots pregnant women some times gets when they produce too much milk in their breasts. But this couldn't be, Anne was only 17 years old and had certainly not given birth to any child. Yet there they are, wet spots. She reached around back under her shirt and unclapsed her bra and took it off. The chilling sensation of the wet spots on her shirt made her squirm with delight as it touched her nipples. The spots on her bra was somewhat temperatured to her own skin, but those on her shirt was a tad bit cooler. A naughty smile came across her face as a warm orgasmic feeling ripped through her body again.

She took a close look at her bra and their wet spots, and even smelled them. No conclution could be reached as of what the liquid was other then actual lactation which both scared and excited Anne tremendously. She looked down at her pants and noticed a damp spot on the outside of her crotch. She rubbed her fingers across the dampness and reached up to smell it. Ahh the familiar smell of her own juices, a smell and taste she enjoyed alot. She allways like to lick clean what ever she used to fuck herself when she masturbated, beeing her fingers or some object of convenience.

Anne unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down and off. My God I'm wet, was her initial thought as the cool air in the restroom attacked her panties which was soaked with her own juices. She carefully touched the outside of her panties and it was as if her finger was electrified. She could feel her entire pussy coming to life again and a tiny orgasm exploded inside her. A moan escaped her lips and it was at that time she noticed that she was in fact half naked in a public restroom in a public school and anyone could come marching through that door any time, but that only seemed to build her confidence which was allready bolsted with sexuality. Anne pried her soaking panties of her pussy and took them off her and layed them on the counter besides the bra and pants, leaving her with a pair of socks and a t-shirt on, which she also took of. She then seated herself up on the counter as well with her back to the wall, facing outwards into the room towards the stalls. Slouching forward and propping her feet up beside her ass on the counter parting them. She was now sitting like she would if she was croushing down to take a leak in mother nature, with all her private parts on display for the world to see.

Then she went to work on herself. Both hand on her lips massaging the outside of her labia while her thumbs rested on top of her crack slightly rubbing in the clitorial area. Spreading her lips, she slowly inserted a finger into her love canal, quite easily too due to all the lubrication that was available from her previous orgasms. Adding another finger, she moved her left hand upwards to her breasts and took a nipple in between her thumb and forefinger. Rolling the nipple between her fingers, she inserted another finger into her pussy making a threesome down there. Pumping for all she was worth without a care in the world. Luckily for her the ventilation shafts didn't run through any classrooms that was currently in use or they would have heard the show in all it's glory.

Yet another orgasm was building fast inside Anne, faster then normal. Normally after she came, she would need some work to get back up, but this was not such a time. Somehow this was different tho. This wasn't going to be a normal orgasm Anne felt. Anyway, whatever was happening, it felt good so she kept pumping and pinching and squeezing and panting. For some strange reason when she was about to come, she felt like she needed to pee, but not exactly that either. This was indeed a unique feeling for Anne, she was coming, but felt as tho she should get something out and so extracted her fingers and started rubbing her clitoris instead. And then it happened. She was spraying juices like a hose. She was ejaculating! Anne had read about it, seen movies with it, but never been able to perform it herself. But here she was, ejaculating all over the place. Her spray reached all the way across the room, over 4 meters, and covered the stalldoor from top to bottom and them some. Her stream slowed and stopped more quickly then when peeing, just as she had seen in all those movies.

When the orgasm subsided she just sat there relaxing, plunging her fingers in her pussy and licking them clean, the plunging some more. This time she got the lactating part confirmed too. Her breasts and stomach was covered in a film of milk running from her nipples all the way down to her pussy. She scooped up some and tasted it, and liked it. She took a breasts in hand and guided the nipple to her mouth. Anne had large enough breasts so that she could lick her own nipple which had given her alot of enjoyment in the past, but today it reached a new high when she drank her own milk from them. She had never felt so naughty in her entire life as she was sitting there savoring the taste of her own milk and pussy juices.

But as reality started to set in again, she got up and cleaned her self up. She decided to let the spray of juices remain on the stall door as a statement of her achivements that day. Yesterday she was a normal sexual girl, today she was an ejaculating, lactating sexual beasts and loved it tremendously. She cleaned up her clothes as best she could and dressed leaving the panties and bra in the trash as she hurried home to continue the exploration of her new sexuality.

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