I was not the most popular boy in my class, being interested in science and Math, but much less in sports and in girls. So I was very glad when my cla...ssmate, Steve, accepted my invitation for a sleepover at my home on a weekend.As of the week after that I started noticing some strange things. First, I became popular and more classmates hinted that they want to have a sleepover at my place. I was only too happy to oblige, and I started having boys over every weekend. First one guy at a time,. Maybe that should be down and up because he was pointed down toward the floor of the pool. He kept doing that until Tweedledum finally spoke... well, he made a noise. Tweedledum gave a really loud yelling grunt and erupted into me.Erupt is the right word because everything about this guy was huge, including the amount of cum that he shot into me. It felt like a fire hose went off inside me and I could feel cum spurting out of me into the water.He groaned a couple more times and suddenly I was. When they emerged, Mrs Beale took Dee to her room, Poe took Madeleine, and Pamela took Penn.This existence could have been stultifyingly boring, but the daily breastfeed did far more than keep hunger at bay. Penn's life was suffused with a sense of mystery, of unreality. Along with the milk came half-remembered dreams, strange personal connections.Today, Penn was soaking up impressions from Jane, a girl he could not remember while awake, but did dreamily remember as he fed. Penn enjoyed her. The old man continued to bang away at Helena, but I had seen enough now and left them to it.I walked back out into Logan’s bedroom, and then back out into the corridor outside. I made my way downstairs to re-join the party. There were far fewer guests and slaves here now. Presumably because most were either being entertained or entertaining upstairs somewhere.I got a drink and went and sat by the pool for a while. A couple of slave girls came over to see if I wanted company but I declined.Then.