B00C1JURMO EBOK (2 page)

She began to pant. Heavily aroused and eager for a sexual initiation, she began to writhe her ass against the man’s crotch, relishing the stiff cock she could feel there.

He laughed. ‘You like being milked, my pretty cow?’

‘Yes, stranger, yes. Milk me more.’

‘I’ll take a little more from you, yes.’

And he brought a series of long streams gushing from her swollen breasts, each one making her cry out, the milk in the bowl frothing and bubbling with the impact.

‘There!’ he stopped his milking, and slapped her ass on both sides, then gripped her shoulders and massaged them. ‘How was that, my beauty? Didn’t I tell you I could do it?’

‘It was incredible, it was lovely,’ she panted out.

‘Are you my milk cow now? Huh?’

‘Yes, I am. I’ll be your milk cow, ok?’

‘Good girl.’ The man squeezed her ass and spread it, forcing his hand down onto her wet cunt. ‘My, my. You’re a wet milk cow, aren’t you?’

She bit her lip and nodded. She felt him probe and spread her virgin labia, knowing she was soaking his fingers.

‘So now I’ll work for you and fix up your farm. But you remember your side of the deal?’ She nodded again, and he slapped her ass roughly. ‘What was it, my beauty?’

‘I’m yours while you’re here, stranger. And you can do whatever you want with me.’

‘Correct.’ He was fondling and parting her pussy deliciously, making her tremble with delight. ‘How many men had you for their pleasure before me? Hmm?’

‘None, stranger. I don’t get to meet men.’

‘You’re telling me you’re a virgin? This is a virgin’s ass and pussy I’ve got here?’

‘Yes, it is. Use it well.’

‘Oh, I will, my pretty cow. Hold still for me. Spread your ass. Wider!’ He forced her thighs apart, until she was completely exposed from the rear, and could feel the warm meadow breeze on her defenceless cunt. She heard him unzip his pants, and felt a bone-hard cock sliding between her splayed thighs.

Then, without any preamble or romance, he mounted her.

She shrieked in ecstatic confusion. The cock was thick and hard, and it penetrated her uninitiated cunt ruthlessly, in a single deep thrust. It was painful, but below the pain there was a desperate relief and satisfaction that she was finally getting a man inside her. And after all the lonely nights of imagining it, she found it just as good as she ever expected.

He fucked her primitively, gripping her waist and neck, until she couldn’t hold back her screams of pleasure. She climbed rapidly to an orgasm that had her shaking her head crazily and sobbing with release, and then another and a final one that reduced her to a wreck. She dimly felt him spurting inside her, and knew he was drenching her innocent cervix with his hot semen. She went limp and accepted it. Finally, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear that she was a good little milk cow.

‘And we’re going to be very happy together, aren’t we, girl?’

‘Yes, yes, stranger,’ she gasped. ‘You do the work and you can milk me every day, and use me for your male pleasure.’

He laughed, slapped her ass and dismounted with a fleshy hiss from her newly penetrated slit. She heard him zip himself up.

‘Now,’ he said, ‘I’ll need lumber and tools to fix that roof.’

She rolled onto her back next to the bowl of her own milk, blinking up at the blue sky, her naked thighs still open wide. She fondled her deflowered cunt tenderly.

‘In the barn,’ she mumbled. ‘Everything you need is in the barn. There’s a ladder too.’

‘Good. Best to start right away.’

She watched his broad back as he walked away to the barn. She sat up, and caressed her nipples gently. She thought they would spurt milk, but none came. They were still glowing from his touch, still pulsing. She tried again, but they stayed dry.

An old medicine man in the hills, huh? Yeah, right. The big stranger just knows something about women’s tits. And he certainly knows how to fuck a girl nicely.

She took the dish of milk back to the farmhouse and poured it away. She washed her pussy at the yard pump, sponging off the stranger’s semen from her thighs with the cool well water. She put on a fresh cotton dress, and got on with her farm work.

All day, she heard him working and hammering on the roof, and when she squinted up at it, he seemed to be doing a good job. At sunset, he came down the ladder and stood in the doorway, wiping his hands.

‘That cooking smells good,’ he said, and that made her smile as much as his treatment of her in the morning. They ate sides of beef, potatoes, dumplings, corn and beans. Cold beer from the refrigerator. Ice cream for dessert. He told her about his travels and she told him about her life, how she inherited the farm age sixteen, and had no family at all. She was trying to make it work, but it was damn hard, and so lonesome.

‘I’ll help out all I can, girl,’ he said, leaning back. ‘By the way, where’s the bedroom?’

‘Top of the stairs, on the left.’

He finished his beer.

‘Be up there on the bed in ten minutes. I’m going to have a good wash down. When I come up, I want to find you naked, on the bed, on your hands and knees, your face just over the edge of the bed. Understand, my pretty cow?’

‘Yes, stranger. There’s soap in the bathroom for you.’

‘Ten minutes, mind.’

‘Yes, sir.’

When he entered the bedroom, he was naked, his half erect cock swaying handsomely in the twilight. She was in doggy the position he had ordered, with her ass toward the bedhead and her face sticking out over the end of the bed. She thought he would straddle her from the rear again, milk her or mount her or both, but he came and stood in front of her, his semi stiff shaft right in front of her eyes. It was superbly thick, ridged with veins and lines of hard flesh, its bare knob stark in the dim light. It smelled pleasantly of soap.

‘You’re a brave girl,’ he said, stroking her face. ‘Running a farm by yourself, taking a wager like that, then a pounding from a stranger in a meadow. Now let’s see how brave you can be.’

‘How?’ she asked, looking up at him, though she kind of knew the answer already.

He smiled and placed his cock in her mouth. She never had this before, but she closed her eyes and sucked him obediently, feeling the splendid knob grow bigger and harder between her lips. In seconds, the monster was fully upright, and she was struggling to control it. She felt him grip her hair, twist it in his hands, and use it to force her head onto his cock. She grunted and squealed in protest, but in response, he simply fucked her mouth.

She was forced to keep her head still, while he rammed that huge cock in and out of her jaws, using the friction against her tongue, palate and lips to give himself pleasure. At times his knob thumped the back of her throat, and she gagged and squealed for mercy, but he simply gripped her hair tighter. When he came, she was stunned at the sheer quantity of the stuff she was forced to swallow, and its peppery taste as she gulped and slurped down wave after wave of semen.

In the end, he went still, sighed, and released her hair. She groaned and spat the cock out, wiping her mouth with her hand.

‘You’re damnably rough, stranger,’ she muttered.

‘You took it well, girl. Very well.’ He patted her face gently. ‘So you’ve been all alone in here for three years. What about nights? What do you dream about in this big lonesome bed of yours?’

‘Lots of stuff,’ she said, still swallowing the last of his semen, still poised in her obedient doggy position.

‘You dream about men?’

‘Sometimes I do.’

‘You dream about sex?’

‘Sure, why not? Sure I have sex thoughts, sex dreams. I’m a healthy young woman.’

He laughed and went to sit against the bed head behind her. She looked between her legs and saw him sprawled there regally, eyeing her raised backside.

‘Spread your legs for me, milk cow. Give me a view of that sweet little cunt and asshole you have. That’s it, I got a good view now.’

She giggled and waggled her ass for him, enjoying having her holes on display to her man.

‘And what do you do when you have these sex thoughts?’ he went on. ‘Do you touch yourself? Come on, tell me.’

‘Sure I touch myself. I had no man, and I needed fulfilment. Lots of fulfilment.’

‘Good milk cow, that’s nice. I like a woman who masturbates freely. Do it for me now.’

‘What?’ she looked round to see him smiling. ‘What? Masturbate here in front of you? In this doggy position? Are you crazy?’

‘Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t used this position for some solo fun. You’re holding that pose as if you were born to it. I bet you’ve been doggy-wanking in here half the night sometimes.’

She blushed, a delicious burning that spread right to the tips of her dangling nipples, and aroused her hugely. She reached under her belly and cupped her moist pussy in her hand.

‘Well, aren’t you clever?’ she said huskily. ‘You got me all figured out, don’t you?’

It was true, of course. She loved to masturbate on her hands and knees, imagining a man behind her, watching herself in the big mirror, seeing her cone-shaped tits rocking and swaying. She grinned, closed her eyes and performed for him, masturbating openly and without inhibitions, spreading her labia wide and plunging her fingers in and out, and finally rubbing her engorged clitoris to a shameless climax that got her splayed ankles quivering and her hair flying across her face.

He slapped her ass when she was done.

‘Beautiful, my dear. A pleasure to observe.’

‘Yeah, well,’ she panted, clambering around to put her arms round him, and her face on his powerful chest, her heart still thumping. ‘I had lots of practice.’

He kissed her and stroked her hair.

In the morning, she woke early, to find early sunlight streaming through the windows. The stranger was gone, but she heard him moving up on the roof, and soon he was hammering at the repair work.

Fucking hard worker
, she thought, inhaling his scent from the pillow.
Hope he doesn’t finish that roof too soon.

When she finished some of her morning chores, she made a pot of coffee and yelled up to the roof to ask how he liked it.

‘Black and strong,’ he yelled back.

She took a cupful up the ladder, and found him working on a flat section of the roof that she occasionally used for sunbathing. He was naked except for his snakeskin boots, his powerful body sparkling with sweat. The roof boards were split and worn, and he was replacing them skilfully with new lumber. She handed him the cup of coffee, and they kneeled facing each other.

‘Where’s the milk?’ he said, sternly.

‘You said no milk,’ she pouted back. ‘Dummy!’

‘Where’s the milk?’ he said again. ‘Where is it, girl?’

She looked into his unblinking eyes.

‘In my breasts, sir. The milk is in my big, pointed titties.’

‘That’s right. You know what to do.’

‘Here?’

He nodded. She sighed, and took her shirt off, then her jeans.

‘You never wear lingerie, girl?’ he asked.

‘Nope. I prefer it without.’ She cupped her tits and presented them to him, fondling the sides with her thumbs. ‘Ready for your milk, stranger?’

‘Stay kneeling like that.’

‘Yes, sir.’

He went around behind her, and kneeled at her ass, cupping her tits with his hand. He began the delicious kneading and stroking that he performed the previous day, and in this new, upright position it was equally strange and pleasant for Beth. She hummed with enjoyment, and leaned back against his broad chest. He progressed to knead her nipples, squeezing and tugging at her woman’s udders with his knowing fingers. She gave little cries of pleasure, spreading her naked legs instinctively. The sunlight was wonderful on her exposed cunt, and she twined her arms back around the stranger’s neck and rubbed her head against his jaw like a satisfied cat.

‘Oh, stranger! Is it coming?’

‘Yes, it is, my pretty milk cow. Here it comes now. See!’

Beth looked down at her boobs. The man was kneading them firmly, pulling them taut and squeezing them with expert milking movements. Suddenly, a long spurt of milk flew from her left breast, followed by a similar one from the right. The sense of release was highly arousing, and again that adorable heat flooded her tits as she gave up her milk for him.

She was milked happily like that, her thin liquid spurting out in sparkling streams onto the old, sunlit wooden boards of the roof, making crazy patterns that faded and were refreshed as each spurt struck a different place.

‘How does it feel, milk cow?’ he murmured in her ear.

‘It’s so wild, so free,’ she panted. ‘I’ve got so much milk to give!’

‘You have, you have,’ he whispered. ‘You’re a good little cow for your stranger, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, sir, yes!’

She could feel his cock rigid against her back as he reached for the coffee cup beside them on the roof. He held the cup at arm’s length with one hand, and with his other hand he milked each of her teats in turn, aiming the streams of fluid into the cup, where they splashed and frothed. The coffee slowly turned pale, then a creamy colour. Finally, he desisted, and raised the cup to his mouth, sighing with approval as he tasted it.