by Ana Thalia
"Oh baby! Oh…Farmer Fred!" she cried, starting to buck.
He was working her over good. Her body was filled with the sexiest sensations. She felt herself building and building. He was like a machine, slamming into her relentlessly.
"Oh god! Ohmygod!" she cried, and her body exploded. "Aaaaggghhh!"
"Say 'moo,'" Farmer Fred demanded. "Moo!"
"Moo! Moo!" she cried, her body throbbing with orgasm. "Moo, you kinky bastard!"
He chuckled, but continued banging into her. Farmer Fred fucked her all the way through her orgasm, making it stretch out divinely. And then he rolled back onto his knees, pulling her up with him. She stayed well impaled, and found herself upright and bouncing on his thick shaft.
"Say moo again!"
"Mooooo," she purred. "Oh, moooo."
With that, Farmer Fred wrapped his arms low around her waist, letting her bend backwards. He lowered his face to her chest, and sucked in a tingling, achy nipples.
"Ooooh, yes," she moaned, feeling the let down. Milk flowed into his eager mouth as she bounced on his cock. "Mmmm. I mean, moooo."
It didn't take long before she felt her body gathering again. She was trembling, so hot and sweaty. Farmer Fred suckled lustily, while fucking her brains out.
"Oh, moo, baby, moo," she cried, feeling that mad rush to climax begin. "Yes! Moo! Mooo!"
Her body exploded again. All of her muscles down there tightened up, became super sensitive. It just made her climax all that much better, since she felt him thrusting into her even more profoundly. Of course, he felt it too, and soon became frantic in his thrusts and eagerness.
"Aaghh!" Farmer Fred cried out, coming deep inside her as she squeezed her vagina muscles, over and over. "Yes, milk me! Milk me!"
"Wow!" Stephanie gasped out, as they settled down.
"Yes, it was pretty good," he said. "Say moo."
"Moooo," she said, and wagged her brows. "Are all of you so kinky?"
"We all love a sexy human cow," he said. "And until your car is fixed, you are our beautiful human milk cow."
Stephanie's belly clenched and she bit her lip. "Oh my."
He crawled out of bed and started dressing. "I got chores, and it's time you started dinner."
"Am I allowed to get dressed, or do human cows only wear hot stilettos?"
"Hhmmm," he said, looking her over hungrily. "I guess it would be kinda dangerous cooking naked. Go ahead and put on your shorts only for now. I'll get you something appropriate to wear later."
Stephanie had been joking about staying nude. She couldn't image what he thought 'appropriate wear' was for a human cow. It kind of worried her. She wasn’t surprised he wanted her to remain topless, though. Most guys did after she slept with them.
“Okay,” she said, and wiggled into her daisy dukes. “Show me the kitchen. I assume you already have something in mind for dinner.”
“Yep,” he said, leading her into a large country kitchen. The décor was extremely dated, looking like it came straight out of the 1950s, and even the appliances looked to be from the 70s and 80s. But everything worked, and he showed her the chicken thawed out in the fridge and a bag of potatoes. “We like our taters mashed, with lots of milk gravy.”
“Of course you want milk gravy,” she said, rolling her eyes. Everything was about cows and milk with those guys. “And I can fry up a mean plate of chicken, too. No problem.”
“Good girl,” he said, patting her butt. “See you at dinner.”
With that he was gone. Stephanie got to work. It was late afternoon, and she had no idea what time they ate dinner. It would be ready when they wanted it, though. That she vowed.
She found an apron and put it on. Frying chicken with naked flesh on display was a recipe for OUCH. Stephanie still suffered a few minor splatters on her hands and arms, but nothing really burned or left a mark. That wouldn’t be true on the smooth, tender skin her of breasts.
As time went by, the mash potatoes were done. The chicken soon followed, and she began using the grease she fried the chicken in to make the milk gravy. That’s when Farmer Fred came in with Bill and Zeke.
With the men’s arrival, she reluctantly removed the apron. She did it slowly, hoping Farmer Fred would stop her and insist she wear it. He didn’t. Her tits were once again out and on display.
“Smells good,” the farmer said, but he was looking at her tits, licking his lips.
“Not as good as the cook looks,” Zeke said, staring hungrily at her naked boobs. “We ought to dress her up as one of them milk maids.”
“Milk maid?” Stephanie said, face screwed up.
Farmer Fred laughed. “I like that. Milk maid. Yeah, but I have something else in mind, though I guess she really is our milk maid.”
“Yep,” Bill said. “Those tits look quite full and ready to be milked.”
Stephanie wasn’t pleased they were talking about her like that, right in front of her. That let her in on the fact her position there wasn’t as exulted as she would’ve liked. But Bill was right, her tits were uncomfortably full. Her pump was still in the car’s trunk, too.
“About that,” she said. “Could someone go fetch my breast pump? I really am way too full, and it’s not pleasant.”
“Oh, no, no, no,” Zeke said, as he and Bill moved towards her. Stephanie took a step back, pressing up against the counter. “You don’t need a breast milker, because we’ll do it. And it’ll be a lot more fun the way we milk you, too.”
The two young men each seized a swollen boob. She looked in shock to Farmer Fred for help, but he was watching with an amused look. There would be no succor for Stephanie, so she sighed gustily and let the boys have at her tits.
“Be gentle, boys,” she whispered as they sucked in her swollen nipples. “Oh! Watch the teeth! Ohhhh, yes.”
She was so ready when that the let down came upon her fast. It didn’t hurt that both young farm hands knew how to suckle. Stephanie sighed again as her body filled with sexy sensations as milk flowed into their hungry mouths. She didn’t even mind when one of them slipped a hand under her shorts and started rubbing her hot, wet pussy.
“Oh, boys,” she said.
“No, no, Milk Maid,” Farmer Fred said. “We want you to express your pleasure with moos.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
A finger pressed hard, and pushed through her tingling folds. Her head rolled back, eyes wide, and she felt that finger to her toes.
“Oooooh, moo!” she cried. “Moo. Moooooo.”
The other farm hand slipped his hand under her shorts, and started rubbing her clit. Stephanie rose up on her toes, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Moo! Moo!” she cried. “Oh god, just like that…I mean, moo!”
They started sucking harder, rubbing her harder and faster. That finger up her pussy was joined by a second finger. She felt her body changing, building.
“Moo. Mooo,” she groaned out. “Oh, god, moo.”
Her clit-rubber suddenly pinched it, and her body bowed up and exploded with pleasure.
“Aaaagghhh! Moo!” she cried. “Oooh, moo! Moo! Moo!”
“I can’t take it!” Zeke cried.
Stephanie was forced to her knees. She whimpered to lose those two rubbing hands, and those two suckling mouths. Zeke unzipped and pulled out a rock hard cock. He palmed the back of her head and guided it straight to her mouth. Stephanie opened wide and took as much of him in as she could.
“Mmmmm,” she groaned. Bill unzipped and pulled out his cock, so she wrapped her hand around it and stroked. After a few bobs on Zeke’s cock, she pulled off and started jacking him while she sucked on Bill’s dick. “Mmmm. Hmmmmm.”
“Oh my,” Bill groaned. “She’s better than Reba Jo.”
“Who is Reba Jo?” Stephanie said, looking up as she stroked both cocks.
“Our last milk maid,” he said. “She moved back east a few months ago.”
“Why am I not surprised I’m not the first one?” S
tephanie said, and sucked Zeke back down. “Mmmm. Moo.”
“Yeah, moo for us, Milk Maid,” Bill said. “And milk us dry. Drink our man milk!”
The beautiful blonde alternated between the cocks for a few minutes. Tom, and then Randy arrived during that time. She could feel Bill and Zeke building up, getting ready to give it up to her. She sucked harder, stroked them faster. And was rewarded for her efforts.
“Mmmm,” she groaned as Zeke flooded her mouth with cum.
“Swallow it. Eat it all,” Zeke demanded. “Drink down my man milk.”
Stephanie felt her face heating up, but she swallowed as ordered. She sucked him dry, and then turned to Bill. The other farm hand didn’t last much longer before he too filled her mouth with hot, viscous cum. Bill also demanded she swallow, and she obediently complied.
“Miss Stephanie looks hot on her knees,” Randy said.
“You can tap her ass after dinner,” Farmer Fred said. “Wash up, boys. Miss Stephanie, please set the table and serve dinner.”
The farmer and hands departed, heading to separate wash rooms. Stephanie knelt there a long moment, head spinning, huffing and puffing. She was so aroused her body ached with need. It took a few moments before she was able to struggle up onto wobbly legs.
“Holy shit, I’m afraid these guys are going to wear my butt out,” she said. “I hope my car is an easy fix. I don’t know how much of this I can take without losing my mind.”
After setting the kitchen table, she placed a platter piled high with fried chicken in the middle. Then she scooped the mash potatoes into a large bowl and put in on the table. The men started filing back in at that point.
“What do you boys want to drink?” she said.
“You,” Randy said. “Milk.”
“Funny,” she said. “I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he said. “When we need a drink, we’ll call you over and all you have to do it give us a tit.”
Stephanie gawked at him as they all settled in around the table. The others nodded and grinned. And all of their eyes kept returning to her naked boobs.
“Welcome to the wonderful world of a human cow,” Farmer Fred said. “Or, as a milk maid on this farm.”
"Uh-huh, wonderful," she said, shaking her head.
“Yeah, Miss Stephanie’s tits were made to be milked!” Bill said. “I love them.”
She bit her lip, hands caressing her taut, overfull mammaries. Normally, she'd use the breast pump for relief. Oddly enough, she even found that enjoyable. Not, OMG I'm going to come enjoyable, but a pleasant feeling.
“Speaking of,” Tom said. She held her breath, knowing what he was going to say. Her belly clenched, heating up. “I’m thirsty. A few nice moos while I drink would be nice, too.”
Stephanie hesitated. The thought of just walking out crossed her mind. But where would she go? There probably wasn’t another farm house for miles, and she didn’t even know which way to go. So forcing a smile, she moved over to Tom and gave him a tit.
“Mmm,” he moaned, suckling with practiced ease. Their ability to suck milk truly amazed her. “Delicious.”
Despite the absurdity of the situation, Stephanie loved the let down. Love being suckled. The "human cow" aspect seemed an odd fetish, but she'd dated men who loved her high heels more than her. At least when they sucked on, licked, and kissed her boobs she could actually feel it, as opposed to the shoe fetish guys who did the same to her high heels.
“Ooooh,” Stephanie purred, loving the feel of flowing milk. “Moooo, baby, moo.”
"You go, Milk Maid," Zeke said, between stuffing his face with chicken and potatoes.
Tom sucked enough milk to give her left boob a little relief. Randy yanked her over and claimed the right tit. He sucked harder, with frequent kisses and licks all over her boob. His hands also wandered, with one sliding up under her shorts to find her wet pussy, all hot and achy.
"Mmmm, mooo," she purred.
His hard, callused fingers found her clit, and rubbed hard fast circles around it. She rose up on her toes, hands tangled in his hair as he suckled and masturbated her. In no time she was panting, gasping, crying out inarticulately. Her insides turned to hot, sexy mush. The most amazing sensations rippled through her.
"Oh. Oh. Oh! Moo, oh, moo!"
She felt that mad rush to climax began, and…Randy finished and turned back to his plate. Stephanie sway there, staring incredulously down at him. Did he realize just how close she was before he stopped. And why the hell did he stop?
"Randy, please don't stop," she whispered. "I need…"
"Shh," he said. "Cows can't speak. Moo if you want something."
"I need a drink," Bill said.
Stepping around the table, Stephanie fed Bill a tit. Like Randy, his hands wandered to all the best places while he suckled. She moaned and groaned, giving him frequent "moos" for encouragement. Whenever he did anything she liked Stephanie gave a little moo. And like Randy, Bill took her to the brink and stopped.
And that's how the entire dinner went. When they suckled, each one of them rubbed and finger fucked her to the brink, and stopped. Over and over. Driving her out of her mind. By the end of dinner Stephanie was a hot, sweaty, achy, and throbbing mess of horny desperation and frustration.
"Alright, boys, you clear the table and do the dishes," Farmer Fred said once they were all sated. He looked Stephanie up and down with wicked twinkle in his eyes. "Cow, lose the shorts and drop to all fours."
In the back of her mind Stephanie cringed at being called "cow." But she was a hot mess at that point, and just wanted some relief. The look on the farmer's face said that relief had arrived. She just had to do what he said. Give him what he wanted, and she'd get what she so desperately needed.
Stephanie was soon on all fours in nothing but her heels. The hands were all busy clearing the table, but casting frequent looks at her. Farmer Fred looked her over with relish, and started removing his work boots.
"Crawl to me, cow," he ordered. "Let me hear what a cow you are."
"Moo," she said, sensuously crawling towards him. Her eyes were locked on the bulge in his overalls. "Mmm, moo."
While the four farm hands put up the leftovers, washed and put up the dishes, the farmer stripped and stepped behind Stephanie. It got a lot hotter in there. A lot harder to breath, especially when she felt his rough hands on her silky smooth butt cheeks, on her even softer and more sensitive boobs.
"Moooo," she said, feeling him kneel behind her. Then he thrust into her. "Moo! Moo! Oooooh, moo."
Reaching down and around, he grabbed her tits and squeezed until milk came out. Stephanie cried out, and then moaned. It hurt kinda good. And his cock thrusting into her was divine. She squeezed her vagina muscles, tightening up around him and making it better for both of them. The farmer even groaned.
"Moooooo," she practically purred. "Ooooooh, mmooooo."
"Lick up the milk on the floor," he demanded.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried, feeling her body building fast to ultimate pleasure.
"Lick it up!"
"Ooooh. Moo!" Stephanie cried, and lowered her face to the floor. There was a little puddle of her own breast milk. She'd tasted it once, but didn't like it. And thought it too weird to drink her own milk. But she was under orders, so the beautiful blonde started licking, lapping up the milk. "Mmmm, moo. Mooooo."
"Yeah!" Farmer Fred cried, really starting to pound into her. Jolting her body brutally. "Wahoo!"
Stephanie felt him coming. And that's all it took to push her over the top.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh! Moo! Moo!" she cried, body convulsing, throbbing, filled to the max with incredible pleasure. "Oooooh, baby, moo, moo, moo!"
"Wonderful," Farmer Fred said. "Cow, you can crawl forward and off me."
Stephanie didn't really want to. She liked the feel of his still hard cock inside her. But she did as told, and slowly crawled forward. A little whimper did escape her lips when he came out, leaving her feeling empty.
And Randy stepped before her.
"Crawl for me, cow," Randy demanded. "Let me hear that bovine need, too."
"Mmm, mooo. Mooooo," she purred, crawling as sensuously as she could for him. Randy made her crawl around the table twice, as he stripped naked. She almost came when she saw the ripped farm hand in all his glory. He was by far the most handsome, the most desirable. "Mooo, baby, mooo, mooo."
Crawling up to the foreman, she rose up on her knees and started stroking and licking his erection. Randy buried his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp so sweetly. Soon they were both moaning and groaning. Before he came, though, Randy pulled her off and forced her back to all fours.
"This is how you fuck a human cow," Randy said. He squatted behind her, guiding his cock straight into her pussy. "On all fours."
"Uuugggh," she groaned. "Oooooh, yes. Moo! Moo!"
Randy yanked her head back by her hair, thrusting deep. Stephanie's body was still quaking from the orgasm Farmer Fred gave her, so she quickly found herself panting furiously, body so hot and tingly, filled with the sexiest sensations. He was pushing her to ultimate release so fast, especially by thrusting in at an angle she'd ever felt before.
"Moo! Mooooooo!" she cried, pushed to the brink. This was usually where they stopped, leaving her unfulfilled and frustrated. But instead, Randy thrust into her even faster, becoming frantic. And her body exploded. "Yes! Moo! Moo! Moo!"
A moment later, Randy came deep inside her.
"Milk it, cow!" Randy cried. "Squeeze that pussy and milk me dry!"
Stephanie squeezed her vagina muscles. It made his thrusting cock feel even better, since she was in the throes of climax. He continued to thrust into her, fucking her all the way through her orgasm before slowly deflating.
"Yeah, that was good," Randy said, moving away from her.
Tom was immediately on her. He pulled her to her feet, and bent her over a kitchen table chair. Pulling her arms back, Tom held her wrists together with one hand and guided his erection into her with the other.
"Aawww," she gasped, suddenly filled up again.
She was still enjoying the aftershocks of Randy's orgasm. Tom fucked her even harder and faster. Being bent over a chair was kind of stressful, but it wasn't her first time. In fact, she kind of liked it. The best part was having her wrists held crossed like that. Handcuffs would've been better.
