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Milkmaid's Tale
by Luvverman (luvverman@hotmail.com)

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A teenage girl is given the responsibility by her 
father to milk the cows. She gets carried away with the 
milk, driven on by her raging hormones until her older 
brother stops by the cow shed to see if she needs any 
help. (mf-teens, f/beast, inc, 1st) 

***

Our farm was the only place in the valley with cattle; 
they were still a bit of a novelty back then. Everyone 
else kept goats and sheep so our cows made us good 
money from their milk. 

Then the day came when father said, "Annie, you'll have 
to milk the cows today. Bob's got to go to town. You're 
thirteen now. It's time you started pulling your weight 
outside the house as well." 

It would be the first time I'd ever milked the cows. My 
sixteen-year-old brother Bob usually did it. 

Dad's words made me feel all grown up and I remember 
asking him if it was as easy as milking a goat. He told 
me that it was and that I'd get the hang of it quick 
enough, but if I had any trouble he'd be found on the 
Moran's Hill tending to the sheep. 

I took the steel bucket and walked out through the 
muddy yard and into the cattle shed where there were 
six dairy cows and a couple of heifers. I filled their 
mangers with hay, collected the stool and approached my 
first cow, Matilda. I sat down besides her, hitched my 
skirt up and slipped my knees under her belly and 
either side of her swollen udder the way I'd watched 
Bob do it.  Then I placed the bucket under her and with 
my right hand I grasped a teat; it felt warm and heavy. 

Just like with the goats I began by closing my index 
finger around the top of the teat and pushing into the 
udder as I squeezed. I pulled downwards and closed my 
other fingers gently inwards, grasping the rubbery teat 
firmly. A jet of hot white milk spurted from the end 
and hit my boot with a squelchy noise. I giggled to 
myself and tried again. This time I managed to hit the 
bucket and the milk rattled against the bottom. 

Again and again I emptied the teat into the bucket 
until I felt proficient enough to try both handed. 
Holding the bucket between my ankles I bent forward and 
grasped a teat in each hand. Simultaneously I squeezed 
and pulled and was thrilled at the ease at which it was 
working. 

There was a loud bang behind me and I span around to 
see what was happening. It was only a cow kicking at 
the pen but as I turned I must have pulled the teat 
away from the bucket and a jet of hot milk sprayed all 
over my lap. The volume of milk in just one squirt was 
sufficient to soak my skirt right through to my 
panties. I let go of both teats and sat there, 
dripping, looking down my wet lap.

Although I was cross at my stupidity, the feeling of 
the warm liquid soaking me between my legs made me feel 
funny in my tummy. As the warm milk ran down my thighs 
and puddled on the stool it felt a bit like I had wet 
myself. It would take too long to go back to the house 
and change so I returned to my task. As I continued 
though, my lap began to feel cold. 

My skirt was wet and sticky so I rolled it up around my 
hips and continued working. My crotch also felt sticky 
though so in the end I stood up and took off both my 
skirt and the wet panties, wiped my wet thighs and 
crotch and then rung them out and put them out to dry.  
After I hung them up I stood still in the barn for a 
moment, conscious of the feel of the breeze against my 
exposed behind. 

I suddenly felt deliciously and naughtily free. I 
danced around a bit but then realized that I'd better 
get the milking finished. I sat down again to continue 
milking, parting my legs either side of Matilda's 
udder, but I could not shake off the awareness of my 
naked and exposed snatch. It was begging to be touched. 

I felt so excited, like I wanted to pee but couldn't. 
The warm milk splashed into the half-filled bucket and 
I suddenly had the craziest daring notion to squirt 
that powerful jet on to my crotch. I tried doing what I 
had done before; squirting the milk sideways but it was 
difficult. 

The first jet went straight in my face, up my nose and 
mouth, making my hair wet too and the second try just 
went all over my t-shirt, soaking that too. I sat 
there, dripping creamy warm milk, and decided there was 
only one way to get that jet onto my little snatch. 

I moved the bucket from under Matilda then lay with my 
legs under her. With one hand I reached upwards to her 
udder, grasped the teat and pulled. The milk fired out 
at me and splashed over my thighs, I giggled and pulled 
at the teat again until it was aimed right at my pussy. 

A creamy gush of milk burst its way between my pussy 
lips as I arched my pelvis upwards to feel its force. A 
delicious tingling sensation grasped my crotch. I had 
never known pleasure like it. I think I must have 
gasped or moaned at the sensation. 

Matilda was quite still and didn't seem bothered that I 
was milking her onto myself, she was just happy to be 
having her udder emptied. I must have squirted myself 
at least ten times, enjoying the feel of the warm wet 
fluid as it ran over my thighs and belly. I was wet, 
very wet but it wasn't from the milk, this wetness felt 
different. 

I began to stroke my fingertips through my wetness and 
concentrated on the electric pulses as I touched 
myself. Then I parted my legs and slowly started to 
rub. I inserted my finger between my lips and it felt 
fantastic. I pulled my fingers back out and then spread 
the wetness around my lips and then through the cleft 
of my buttocks. My pussy was tingling; it wanted 
something inside. I touched the tip of Matilda's warm 
teat to the entrance of my pussy. I wanted to engulf 
it, but it would be impossible like this. 

I turned over and knelt down on the wet floor. I 
reached behind and played with Matilda's teat as though 
it were a real penis. It was almost touching my pussy 
now, so I lifted myself up and rubbed the end of the 
teat over my sopping lips.  I pushed myself backwards 
onto the teat and felt the end just penetrate me. I 
grasped it tightly so as to make it firm enough to go 
further inside me. 

I felt so dirty but it was a wonderful feeling to have 
this rubbery thing sliding into my pussy. When it was 
fully inside me I clamped my vaginal muscles and was 
rewarded by a hot jet of milk squirting against the 
entrance to my womb.  The milk filled me then gushed 
out around the teat and down my thighs to the floor. 
With my free hand I began to massage myself, I was in 
ecstasy. 

I moved my hips back and forth, letting myself be 
fucked by Matilda's teat. I could feel the hot milk 
filling me every time I clamped my muscles on it. The 
milk ran out and cascaded over my massaging hand. It 
felt as though I was wetting myself but the blissful 
feelings didn't stop. Just then my stomach tightened 
and waves of throbbing pulses tore through me as I 
experienced my first ever orgasm. 

Panting, I opened my eyes and realized what a state I 
was in. I was naked from the waist down, my t-shirt was 
soaking and I was absolutely covered in milk. I was 
kneeling in a huge puddle on the floor. I pulled myself 
off of Matilda's teat which plopped out of me and stood 
up and mopped myself off with my skirt.  

My legs were weak and shaky so I leaned against the 
railings between the pens. I was still really turned on 
and began to massage my clit again. There was so much 
milk still inside me that every time I felt my cunt 
muscles contract some flowed out and ran down my legs 
making a new puddle on the floor. 

I stood there semi-naked, my legs parted and my fingers 
furiously rubbing over my clit. I looked up for a 
moment and was horrified to see my brother Bob staring 
at me. I'd been so tied up in my own world that I had 
never heard him enter. 

I felt so, dirty and stupid but I couldn't move. How 
was I going to explain this mess to Bob? He moved into 
the pen beside me, not talking, just staring at my wet, 
naked body. I stared at him, wild eyed. 

Finally he spoke, "Need a hand there sis?" 

"I, I..." 

But he never let me finish. He cupped one of my small 
breasts through the wet t-shirt. He was watching my 
face for a reaction but I was far too embarrassed to do 
anything. I felt his breath on my neck as he lowered 
himself down. He started to kiss my wet breast through 
the t-shirt material and then he opened his mouth and 
started to suck on my rock hard little nipple. 

The heat from his mouth was incredible, and those 
aching feelings came rushing back. He dropped to his 
knees and pushed his hand between my thighs, I was 
aware that he was doing something wrong, but it didn't 
seem to matter. I didn't care; I just wanted to be 
touched. 

As I looked down, I could not believe what I was 
seeing. Bob was nuzzling and sniffing my pussy, licking 
the milk from it. Then he took hold of my hips and 
turned me around. He stood. Strong fingers parted my 
buttocks, almost painfully, I was forced forward and 
had to grasp the edge of the pen with both hands to 
stop myself falling. 

I felt the tip of his hard cock butting up against my 
pussy.  It felt good. Getting a good grip on my hips he 
eased himself in just a little more. The feelings were 
so extreme that they were almost painful. He then 
thrust himself in all the way, right up to the hilt as 
the next orgasm ripped its way through my body. 

Bob thrust in and out of my wet pussy like a thing 
possessed and began to grunt as his orgasm built. The 
only other sound was the sucking sound as his rigid 
cock pounded in and out of my cunt. 

I pushed back at each of his thrusts and then he came 
in me, his cum mingling with the remaining milk inside 
me. He pulled out, gasping, and I looked round at him 
with trepidation. Bob was dripping with sweat and 
panting like a dog. He didn't say anything, just tucked 
his cock away and left his little sister in the pen 
amongst the mess. 

We never spoke of it afterwards but now I milk the cows 
regularly and when I'm nearly finished Bob normally 
stops by to help me. 

END

Comments to: Luvverman@hotmail.com 
Acknowledgements: Based on an idea by Sally 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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