by Faye Parker
I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t wait any longer for him to take me. That pressure inside me already felt like I was about to burst again. If I didn’t milk for Reed, it would be such a waste, and milking wasn’t the only thing I needed.
He didn’t expect the bathroom door to open. Our eyes met, and the wildfire began to burn its way through me again, that passion coursing through my veins, giving me the courage to take the leap. I slipped the robe off my shoulders.
It fluttered to the ground. I stood before Reed, naked, soft, smooth, and tender, my nipples perky and pointing for his touch.
“You can’t leave me here like this.”
A smile crept on his lips. He leaned back and took me in, his eyes roaming over my soft curves, and I could swear I could feel the pressure darting across me, roaming over my breasts all the way down to my moist and willing pussy.
“You should’ve told me earlier you needed me.”
“I need you now,” I said. It felt good to let it out, to finally bear myself to him. Finally, I had enough courage to tell Reed what I really wanted it. All of him. I was ready for it. For once, I trusted someone to treat me right.
He was on me. I attempted to back up, but he already snatched me by the back of my hair and forced me to look into his eyes, consumed by lust. His hands gripped my fertile hips. He pulled me into him, rubbing me against that growing, unstoppable cock.
Already hard, he thrust me into his arms. I felt like I weighed a lot considering all the milk I stored in my breasts. They really kept me down, but he picked me up like I weighed nothing.
He ravished me with a strong, forceful kiss. His tongue pinned mine down. I gasped for air. My breasts heaved. My milk attempted to push its way out, but I managed to shove that sensation down, burying it until I could spill onto his tongue.
“With the pounding I’m going to give you, we’re going to need a bed.”
“Mmm, that sounds good,” I said, already whipped away and taken to the bedroom as the words left my lips.
His bedroom was mostly dark, except for the wide, open window, with the fresh, clean air blowing in. The sunlight cast a single beam, a soft light to illuminate our sex. He dropped me down onto that wide, sturdy bed, and I instinctively spread for him.
He caressed my pumped up breasts. Admiring their form, he bounced them in his palms. He could no longer play, instead he went right to silencing his needs. His mouth sealed around my left nipple.
“Suck me. Please, Reed.”
Reed groaned. The vibrations traveled through me, right to my core, and then to my pussy, striking my naughty bud. An animal when it came to feeding, Reed sucked my nipple deeper.
He was rough with it, but I liked that, even if it did drive sharp arousal through my body.
I saw what he was doing with his other hand. He unstrapped his belt and tossed it onto the floor. It clattered and I let out an anticipated moan. I knew soon he would have his hardness pressed against my bare skin, and it would be bliss.
I helped Reed slip his boxers over his cock. It sprung free, hard and rubbing against my sex. I let out a massive groan and threw all of my weight on my shoulders. He pinned me down and rocked his slickness over my moist sex.
“That feels so good,” I moaned.
“Hell yeah, I can’t wait to be in that pussy. That’s one hell of a prize waiting for me.”
“I can’t take the teasing.”
His reply was a flick of his tongue against my tender tit. I thrashed, but he pinned me down again, easy to do with his power. He slowly ground my left tit between forefinger and thumb like he was trying to spark a fire in me. Swallowing my right nipple, he applied firm pressure on the left. I soared.
“It’s going to happen. I’m going to milk.”
When I warned him, he pulled away. He still smirked down at me. He seemed ever so confident that he could conquer my body, and I didn’t blame him. I believed it too. He knew exactly the way to touch me. He owned me.
But I was scared. There was one final act of resistance. I noticed Reed’s smile start to fade. It must’ve been my wide-eyed, scared-as-all-hell expression.
He almost got to the point where he asked what’s wrong, but I wouldn’t let it get that far.
I trusted him. I couldn’t let myself slip to a dark place, a place where I trusted no one, not even that sexy cowboy who seemed intent on pleasing me to his utmost ability.
Time to let go and trust…
“Fuck me,” I told him, and I took his face between both hands and gave him a kiss.
He said nothing, but I could see the primal nature in him take hold—that shift where he knew there was no coming back. He was going to let loose on me. There would be no going easy on me from here on out.
The cowboy put his thick tip to my entrance.
He filled me, stretching me out. My pussy hugged him. It wouldn’t let him go. He shoved even deeper, parting my channel, sliding to the end of me. His cock remained buried to the hilt, his balls surging against me, promising to fill me even more.
I didn’t know how that was possible. I was already struggling to fit all of him inside. Every inch of him was nirvana. My mind was swept up in that pleasure, and the only thing I thought about was Reed.
“Reed,” I called out to him.
He knew what I wanted. He knew what I needed.
He pulled out, and he thrust in again. I already left a creamy ring around his cock from the first thrust. This one had me reeling. I tried to back up to get to the headboard, but he pulled me back, driving his cock in all the way. His warmth caressed me. His warmth swarmed up from my thighs, to my stomach, to my breasts, rumbling in response.
I feared I would milk while he fucked me. But I couldn’t do anything about it.
Grabbing underneath my ass, he angled me to rub right against my sweet spot. He began to fuck me slowly, yet firmly, in commanding strokes. His fucking picked up pace. I watched his abs contract and expand, watched his biceps flex, and his eyes sharpen as he went.
He never seemed near his climax, though. I wished it didn’t hit me first, but I couldn’t hold back.
He called that orgasm out of me with his constant pounding.
“I’m coming, fuck, Reed, I can’t stop it.”
“Come for me.”
I squealed and cursed. My cursing cut off and I arched my back like I was possessed.
As I came down from that epic high, he pulled out of me and thrust me onto my stomach. Dazed, the room spinning, I tried to regain control. He pressed down on the back of my thighs.
I managed to reach out and shove a pillow under my chin. I held onto it for dear life. My breasts were keeping my ass perked up, at a nice angle for him to ram his stiff cock in.
His fingers roamed over my ass.
“Lovely,” he said, and then I clamped down again, squeezing tight as he entered me. I shuddered and whimpered into the pillow.
Taking me from behind, he ravaged me. He unleashed on me, thrusting into me harder and rougher, striking me at my deepest.
He filled me with each thrust. He grew even warmer as he plowed into me. I could tell he was nearing his climax. His fingernails dug into my soft flesh. I could melt from the heat radiating from him.
But he didn’t stop.
That cowboy kept fucking.
I was in for a wild ride from the start. I held on to the pillow, moaning loudly into it, and thrashed, my body overcome with that orgasmic ravaging, but unable to quit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I screamed, coming again.
The orgasm crashed into me. I howled. I stretched out, my limbs melting under his heat. My body gave way and I was infiltrated by that otherworldly power.
Reed fucked me like I never thought anyone could be fucked. I came like I never thought a girl could come.
“Oh, no,” I managed to say, but by then, I feared it was too late.
He’d fucked me so hard the milk began to leak from my tits. Wetness spread through the sheets.
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bsp; Taking me by the hips, he pulled me back until I was panting on my hands and knees. The milk still spurted from my tits.
“I want both.”
Reed pulled me onto his lap. I budged into something, not even realizing what it was, until I looked down and saw his cock still hard and sticking straight up. He hadn’t lost any steam.
“I’m sorry,” I told him.
“Don’t tell me you're sorry. Just get on me again,” he said in a hurry.
I could understand the direness in his tone. My milk pumped from my breasts, dribbling down my curvy sides. It seemed like such a waste not to have him drinking it.
“Let me help you.”
He took my hands and placed them to his chest.
“On me now,” he instructed.
I shifted my hips. It wasn’t enough to get that long cock inside. He helped me, pushing me up, enough where I could sit down. I slowly sank that divine tip into me. He hugged my walls once more. That thick spear slid deep into me thanks to my slickness.
He rocked my hips, using me.
My breasts hung over his lips. He reached up like taking a bite out of delicious hanging fruit, making my tits squirt onto his tongue.
He chugged. I kept flowing, and he kept fucking me.
His cock rushed into me like a piston. He was long enough where he could throw me near his shoulders and still reach me. His powerful legs sprung up to crash into me. His hands were on my waist, keeping me steady as he rammed me full.
“Oh, hell, I’m going to come in that sweet pussy.”
“Do it. Do it, Reed. Fill me.”
“Yes,” he growled. One last growl, before he came inside of me.
His cock throbbed. His muscles flexed and relaxed. I saw a look of ultimate satisfaction on his face, and then his neck muscles went slack, and he shut his eyes for a moment of bliss and rocked back.
I was filled with his love, stuffed with his cream. My milk stopped flowing, instead I was given his cum. It flowed over my insides, coating my pussy. He twitched again. I slumped over and he wrapped his arms around me, keeping me close to his chest as my thighs trembled with him.
“So good,” he said with another groan. I swayed my hips back. I kept my hands on his solid chest as I tried to climb off of him.
I needed his help. He tossed me down onto the bed.
Reed took my hands, clasping them together, and then placed them on my chest. He laid beside me with our hands bound.
“Damn, you got me to come in you, babe.”
“Is that a problem?”
He flashed his deadly smile. “No, not a problem at all. Sorry, I just never do that. We can talk about it in the morning.”
“In the morning? Why not now?”
I turned around to face him. It sounded like bad news to me. Did he regret it?
“Easy, relax,” he told me, and he kissed me behind the ear, and I was his once again, all fear erased.
“We’ll have to get you a pregnancy test tomorrow. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay,” I said. I would allow us to leave it at that. At the moment, I didn’t want to think about the consequences. What I really wanted to know was what would happen to me once my debt was paid.
Reed breached the subject first. “I think you’ve more than paid your debt. I’m in debt to you now.”
“That’s it? The debt is done then,” I said with a wistful sigh.
What now?
Reed understood me. Maybe I was never that hard to understand. Maybe I just never met someone who really cared.
“Are you worried about something?”
“Maybe.”
“The debt is settled, but you should stay. There’s still much we need to do.”
“More work to be done?”
“You could say that, but I wouldn’t call it work. More like fun.”
For once, I could sleep in someone’s arms and not be afraid. With Reed, I knew I would be safe. Not only safe, but I would have the freedom to be happy. I was excited for what the future had in store.
He kept me close. He was still hard. I was soft against him and ready for an afternoon nap. He allowed himself some time off from ranch work, and I slept close to the cowboy, but not before reassuring him.
“I’ll continue to take the serum, even if my debt is settled.”
“Good. I haven’t had my fill, yet.”
“I’m not done, either,” I said.
I curled up in his arms and shut my eyes, simmering on the perfect afternoon.
Reed broke down all my defenses. Then he claimed me as his own.
I was more than willing to give him everything. Anything he wanted, I would give it. It wasn’t like I wasn’t receiving anything in return.
Every time I offered myself over to him, I got a good, hard fuck—a satisfying fuck that would stop my craving for a short time. Then we would start again.
We were worried at first that I might get pregnant, so I ended up going on the pill. I continued to feed him with my milk. I settled into country life. It was a different type of country life than what I was used to. Reed always kept things exciting.
He wasn’t afraid to travel, either.
Five months into our relationship, we flew to Vegas. This was my first time, but the cowboy had a penchant for the desert and The Strip. Who would’ve guessed?
I had never been out of state before. Traveling didn’t make sense to my parents. They didn’t have that kind of cash. Even if they did, they wouldn’t care to spend it on me. Reed seemed content to keep me happy anyway he could. I seemed content to keep him happy anyway I could. It was a perfect match.
We couldn’t keep our hands off one another. The best part was when he told me to stop taking the pill. When we were in Vegas, he fucked me constantly and came inside me, making sure that he would get me pregnant. We talked about it beforehand, and we both agreed it would be for the best.
What better place to get engaged than in Vegas?
I believe I gave Reed his biggest, most delicious fill once he asked me to marry him.
Once we returned to the ranch, I hurried to get a test.
He waited for the results in the hallway.
When I saw the positive, I wept, and then I ran into his arms. He thought I was worried, but no, those were tears of joy. For someone like me, someone who used to be so cynical, this was a breakthrough. I wondered if he would ever understand how he saved me.
“You just won yourself a lifetime supply of milk,” I said, jumping into his arms.
“Mind if I take advantage of that right now? I’m hard for some reason.”
“You’re always getting hard,” I yelled at him, like it was a bad thing.
“We’re going to the bedroom.”
I wasn’t going to argue.
That cowboy took me through our house, to our bed, and placed me down.
He loved on me, and I gave him his fill, making sure that in the end, I got my sweet cream as well.
Not a day went by when we didn’t crave it.
Milk For The Cowboy
“Step on up and see Abigail, the woman with the largest breasts in the world.”
The words haunted me as I rushed through the tall grass, pushing it apart, only to see something worse ahead, a wide open field. There was a dip, which I needed to make it over in order to hide from the men chasing me, but I wasn’t sure if I would get that far.
Because those words, while they might have haunted me, they were partially true. I didn’t have the largest breasts in the world, but they were plenty big. Big, and heavy, which didn’t help with running.
Those men sent by Mr. Turner would soon catch me. They would drag me back to the freak show. I would probably be disciplined somehow, but he wouldn’t let one of his main attractions go. I would fight. They might just subdue me anyway and bring me kicking and screaming back, but I would fight.
I rushed through the field, trying to take it as fast as I could, but it was difficult. My legs turned to rubber and my
lungs were catching fire. Every time I took a long leap I thought my tits would jump up and hit me in the face. They were the cause of so many of my problems. My mother said, before she gave me away, “Those are going to be what save you, Abigail,” but she was wrong, they were what doomed me.
They caught Mr. Turner, owner of the freak show’s eye, and he placed me in the show. When I suggested that I might be able to do something else, he refused, and when I tried to run away, he sent his men after me. There were plenty of men willing to capture me and take me back for some money. Times were tough in Rotwood. It didn’t have a pleasant name, and it didn’t have a pleasant future.
My back gave out as I was about to hit the slope. If I could make it there, things would be much easier going downhill, but my back gave up on me, and then my legs. I tumbled to the dirt. When I spun around on my back to look behind me, I was surrounded. Those ugly men drew close.
“There she is. Tits tripped her up.”
They grinned. I wished they would come closer so I could kick one in their ugly face. There were three of them. I recognized one as a carny. The other two I had no idea who they were, probably people from the local town hired by Turner.
“You ran pretty hard there, Abigail.”
I hated when people called my Abigail. I usually went by Abby.
I didn’t say anything. When the closest carny reached for me, I kicked, hitting him square in the forehead. He yelped and jumped back.
“God damned bitch. All right, grab her. I don’t care if she’s hurt. Just bring her back.”
Things were about to get rough. I tried to kick again but they caught me. I knew I was in trouble. They started yanking. One snatched my hair and pulled, drawing pain down my spine.
I felt the rumbling before I heard it. They let go of me as soon as the rumbling stopped. Someone else was there. I figured it was Mr. Turner coming to take me in himself.
But when I turned around I saw someone who didn’t belong there. A cowboy. Rugged and handsome with a wicked smile and intense, wild eyes, he sat on top of a black horse that towered over us. His hand rested near his revolver, ready to draw. He wore all black leather, which fit him snugly, but he wasn’t a skinny man, nor was he too big. He was taut, all well trained muscle, every part of him conditioned for survival.
