Our farm is the only one that raises cattle in this valley; they are a novelty, aren’t they? The others raise goats or sheep, so our cows give us a substantial income from the milk they produce.
That day my father said, “Annie, you need to help with the milking of the cows today, Bob has gone to town. You’re thirteen years old, it’s time for you to get out in the world.”
This is the first time I’ve milked a cow in a long time. Usually it’s my sixteen year old brother Bob who helps.
My father’s words made me feel grown up and I remember asking him if it was like milking a goat. He told me it was and thought I got the hang of it pretty quickly, but if I had any questions I could see him at Marrans Hill where he would be watching the sheep.
I picked up the iron bucket and walked out of the muddy court to the barn, where six milk cows and a pair of heifers were kept.
I filled the trough with some hay and brought the bench to start my first cow, Matilda, I sat down beside her, rolled up my skirt and slid my knees down over her belly and either side of her swollen udder, just as I had seen Bob do. Next I placed the bucket underneath and grabbed the teat with my right hand; it felt warm and heavy. Like milking a goat I squeezed my index finger on the nipple and pushed it into the inside of the udder squeezing it. I pulled down and then inward to cover the other fingers, gripping the nipple tightly. A jet of hot, fresh white cow’s milk spurted out, spraying onto my leather boots with a creeking sound. I ate it up and laughed and tried again. This this time I finally shot it into the bucket and the milk quacked inside.
Again and again I milked the empty nipple and shot it into the bucket until I thought I was proficient enough to use both hands.
I held the bucket between my ankles and bent forward to take a nipple in one hand. I took turns squeezing and dragging, and was a little surprised at how easy it was.
Suddenly there was a loud thud from my rear and I turned to see what was happening. It turned out to be just a cow kicking at the trough, but as I turned around I pulled my nipple away from the bucket and a stream of hot milk sprayed my entire knee. The volume of this milk was enough to soak my skirt to the point that even my panties were wet. I let go of both nipples and stood there, dripping wet milk, looking at my soaked bottom. Although angry at my own confusion, the feeling of hot liquid between my legs gave me a strange sensation in my belly. As the hot milk dripped down my thighs to pool on the bench, it looked like I wet myself. Getting home to change into a change of clothes would take quite a while, so I continued my task.
As I continued, my bottom felt a little cold. My skirt was wet and sticky so I rolled it up my thighs to work. My crotch was sticky as well so finally I decided to take off my skirt and wet panties, swab my thighs and pussy and hang them up to let it dry. After hanging them up I stood in the barn for a moment, learning the smell of the cold wind sweeping lightly over my buttocks. I suddenly felt some sense of freshness and naughtiness. I danced around for a while, but realized I had to finish milking. I sat down and continued milking, spreading my legs between Matilda’s breasts, but I couldn’t divert my attention from my naked and exposed slit. It seemed to beg to be touched. I felt irritated, like I wanted to pee but couldn’t get out. Warm buttermilk poured into the half-full bucket and I suddenly had the craziest and boldest idea – to spray this powerful milk on my slit. I made to shoot the milk like I had done before to the side, but it was hard to do. The first shot up my face, into my nose and mouth, and even my hair was wet; the second shot up my shirt, which was also wet. I sat there, dripping creamy hot milk all over my body, and confirmed that there was only one way to get it to squirt into my little gaping hole.
I moved the barrel out from under Matilda and lay there so that my legs were on her lower abdomen. I reached up to her breasts with one hand and caught the nipple and dragged it up. Milk shoots at me splashing all over my thighs, I giggle and tug on it again until it’s aimed at my flower door. A stream of hot milk rushed out spraying my petals and I arched my body to take the force of it. A wonderful tingling sensation spreads through my flower gate. I had never known such pleasure. I felt myself gasp and moan at the stimulation.
Matilda still didn’t move at all and didn’t look the least bit bothered that I was shooting milk into myself, it was just happy that its swollen embarrassing breasts were being emptied. I shot into myself no less than ten times at least, enjoying the feel of the hot liquid running over my thighs and stomach. My flower gate was damp as hell, but it wasn’t the milk that made this dampness feel so different. I began to stroke my wet pussy with my fingertips and it was like an electric current was spreading throughout my body. Then I spread my legs and swabbed slowly. I pushed my finger between the petals and it gave me a wonderful sensation. I pulled my finger away and wrenched the wet shiny petals and the cleft of my twat. My secret hole was dripping; it needed something in it.
I pulled Matilda’s warm nipple to the entrance of the secret place. I tried to incorporate it, but it was impossible to do.
I turned around and knelt on the slippery floor. I grabbed Matilda’s nipple backwards and played with it as if it were a real meat stick. It was almost at my secret place now, so I lifted myself up so that the nipple’s tip was rubbing against my love-juice drenched petals. I pushed back to meet it and felt its tip just enter me. I tightened my grip on it so that it was firm enough to penetrate me deeper.
I feel a little dirty , but it’s a wonderful feeling to have this rubbery thing sliding in and out of my flower door.
As it entered, I tensed my secret flesh and let a hot jet of liquid shoot to the opening of my womb. Milk filled me, then overflowed to soak my nipples before dripping from mine to the ground. My other free hand began to massage myself as I went into oblivion. I pushed my thighs back and forth, letting myself be fucked by Matilda’s nipples. I could feel the hot milk filling me whenever I tensed my secret flesh. Milk gushed out across my hands massaging my lower abdomen. It made me feel like I was wetting myself, but I couldn’t stop the lustful sensations. Just then my belly clenched, and then a wave of pulsing tremors ripped through me as I began my first orgasm.
Gasping, I opened my eyes and began to realize my condition. I was naked from the waist down, my shirt was wet, and my entire body was covered in milk. I was on my knees in a large pool of water on the floor. With a loud thud I pulled myself off Matilda’s tit and stood up to dry myself with my skirt. My feet were still weak and shaky so I leaned on the railing. Still fluctuating with lust, I started massaging my buds again. I was still overflowing with milk, and every time I felt my secret flesh contract, some of it leaked out and slid down my legs, forming new little puddles on the floor.
I stood there half-naked, my legs wrenched apart, my fingers swabbing the buds wildly. When I looked up, I was horrified to see my brother Bob staring at me. Perhaps I was so involved in my own world that I didn’t realize it until he came in.
I felt so dirty and stupid but couldn’t move. How was I going to explain the situation to Bob? He walked to the shed to my side and without a word, just looked at my wet, naked body. I looked at him quizzically.
Finally he spoke, “Do you need help?”
“I… I…”
But he didn’t let me finish. He reached for my slender breasts through the hood of my shirt. He looked at me to see how I would react, but I was so ashamed I didn’t know what to do. He lowered himself and I felt his ragged breath spray on my neck. He started kissing my wet breasts through my shirt and then opened his mouth to suck on my hardening little nipples. The heat of his mouth was incredible and those aching sensations began to come flooding back; he got down on his knees and reached between my legs, I knew it was wrong for him to do that, but it didn’t seem to matter. I didn’t care so much; I just wanted to be touched and caressed.
When I looked down I couldn’t believe my eyes. bob was thrusting his nose into and sniffing my secret place, licking the milk that dripped from there. Then he took hold of my legs and turned me around. He stood up. Strong fingers rolled over my hips, almost painfully, and I was forced forward, only able to grab the railing with both hands to avoid falling. I feel his hard dick pushing against my pussy. How wonderful it felt. He grabbed my legs and adjusted my body position. It felt so exciting and painful. Then he rammed into me as hard as he could, right up to the mouth of my womb, and another orgasm washed over me.
Bob dominated me by thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy, roaring as his climax came. The other sound was the moaning of my pussy swallowing his hard dick as it traveled back and forth. I pushed back to meet his every stroke, and then he shot hot inside me, his thick lava mixing with the leftover milk inside. He pulled out, panting, and I looked at him in horror; Bob was dripping with sweat and panting like a dog. He didn’t say anything, just put his cock away and left his little sister in the messy shed.
We didn’t talk about it again, but now I often milk the cows, and when I’m about to finish, Bob usually stops by to give me a hand…
(concluded)