I made the walk down the road and turned onto the long, unpaved driveway, surrounded by fenced fields. On a day like this, I actually enjoyed the opportunity to take a walk and get some sun. I could see a house in the distance, and next to it, a huge barn. As I got closer, I passed by loitering cows, not even looking in my direction. The house was beautiful, painted a nice sky blue.
I followed the sound of a radio playing NPR and strode into the barn. I saw a cow with someone sitting on the other side from me, milking it.
“Hello?”
“Just a minute! Come on in!” It was a woman’s voice
I walked over and stood by the cow. “Well, this is certainly a fine specimen.”
The person milking it looked up. She was a stunning beauty, probably my age with long black hair and deep ebony skin. If it weren’t for my three girls at home, I would have asked her out on a date in a second. It should be mentioned that here in Maine, the whitest state in the country, the average skin tone is ‘Starbucks cup’. If you give a Maine girl a bukkake, it looks like she just went running and is soaked in sweat. Meeting a black person up here is like finding a unicorn.
“This is Betty, our best milker and breeder. She’s very playful and affectionate. Be careful, though, as she can also be a bit rough.”
We introduced ourselves. She was Elise, the owner of the farm.
“So, can I help you?” she asked.
“My car got a flat tire and my jack broke, do you have one I could borrow?”
“A jack? Yeah, I’ve probably got one in my truck, just hold on and-” She was cut off by a ringing in the chest pocket of her overalls. She pulled out her phone and saw the name. “Oh, sorry, I really need to take this. If you have the time, just wait in here and I’ll get the jack when I’m done. Don’t worry, Betty will keep you company.”
I was in no rush, and certainly no position to complain. I thanked her and she walked past me, heading into the house while talking on the phone. As I watched her leave, I felt Betty nudge me from behind. I rubbed the top of her head and she mooed in happiness. It had been a long time since I had seen a cow up close, not since I was a kid. They really were big sweethearts, with eyes full of love.
“Yes, you’re cute, but unfortunately not cute enough for me to go vegetarian.”
The moment I stopped petting her, she’d headbutt me, demanding more attention. Living with three affectionate animal girls, it was certainly something I was used to. I moved away from the cow and lazily wandered around, not really looking at anything in particular. In a split second, my breath was pulled from my lungs and the ground disappeared from under my feet as I was yanked backward by my collar. I was tossed through the air, landing on a bale of hay with my back against the wall and my head spinning.
“Who said you could stop petting me?”
That voice shook me back to lucidity and I looked up. “Oh fuck.”
Before me was a woman, completely naked with light brown skin and white hair. She was an easy seven and a half feet tall with long ears, huge hooves for feet, and a whipping tail with a puff of hair at the end. But what truly drew my attention were her tits, the largest I had ever seen, utterly inhuman. Sonja’s boobs were like two melons, but these were bigger than basketballs! Thanks to Internet porn, I had seen a vast array of fun pillows, and like all men, was a bit of a connoisseur. Thanks to that experience, I found that there was a point in which the ratio of mass to surface area of sweater hams became greatly disproportionate, or to put it in layman’s terms, after a certain size, knockers just flatten out and sag. But these Death Stars, they looked firm enough to be implants, but they were somehow all natural! I thought Sonja had the golden Bahama mammas, perfect in size but with minimal droop, but I realized at this moment I was staring at the holy grail of all gazongas.
The woman’s whole figure oozed sexuality, with a flat stomach but the widest hips I had ever seen and a vulva that looked freshly waxed. She strode over to me like a runway model and raised her leg, slamming her hoof against the wall just inches from my head. The whole barn shook from the impact and the wood creaked as if about to snap. She leaned in, my eyes darting from her face to her tits to her pussy.
This shouldn’t be possible, what the hell was going on?! All the times before, the girls had transformed when they and I were both asleep, not to mention they had been within a close proximity me for a long period of time beforehand. All I did was look away for a minute and Betty transformed!
“What happened? How did you transform so fast like-”
She shushed me. “First you come in here and interrupt Elise while she’s milking me, then you walk away halfway through petting me? A pathetic little worm like you shouldn’t be so arrogant.” She then gained a sadistic smile. “I’ll make sure you finish the job, and then I’ll take my turn milking you. I won’t even leave a drop behind,” she reached down and grabbed my crotch, “no matter how much you cry and beg me to stop.”
Oh shit, Betty wants snu snu!
She didn’t even bother trying to undo the button, she just ripped my jeans and briefs open. Unfortunately, I had nothing but a comatose caterpillar in my lap due to fear. When she kicked the wall next to my head, I was lucky not to have a heart attack. Betty grabbed what could loosely be described as my manhood and cruelly squeezed it.
“Look at this tiny thing. I typically fuck bulls, so I know what real size is, but I didn’t think I would be this disappointed.”
This is weird, she was so different from the other girls. Was it because she wasn’t mine? She also knew a lot more about sex. Was it because she had bred before? Elise said that Betty could be a bit rough, but this was ridiculous.
As if reading my mind, Betty slapped me and jumbled my thoughts. “Don’t zone out on me. You owe me an apology. I got my hopes up that you would be fun to mess with, but you’re nothing but a wimp.”
“Ok! I’m sorry!” I don’t know why I said it. Pretty much, I was just scared. Elise, save me from this psycho cow milf!
“That’s a good boy, now it’s time for you to get to work. You have to finish where Elise left off, but you don’t get to use your hands.” She hefted her humungous breasts in my face, her areolas the size of my palm and her nipples pointing like two pink strawberries.
On second thought, Elise, take your time.
I took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked it like a vacuum cleaner, draining her of milk. It didn’t take much; upon the smallest amount of pressure from my lips, the floodgates were opened and I was nearly drowning. Holy shit, this was one of the sweetest things I had ever tasted! It was like hot vanilla ice cream, only much more delicious than that poor analogy makes it sound.
My efforts were definitely easing Betty’s temper, as her smile softened, and luckily, so did her strangling grip on my dick. She hummed in bliss and began to jack me off while using her other hand to massage her other breast.
“That’s right, drink it up like the little baby you are. Oh, be careful! If you spill a drop, I’ll severely punish you.”
She pressed down on the head of my dick with her thumb just to make sure I understood. She didn’t need to worry, as I was already addicted. I was drinking like my life depended on it, not sure if I was sucking on her tit or a spout from the fountain of youth. If I drank enough, would I become immortal? I certainly felt like I would. When the output started to lessen, I switched to the other nipple, even though my stomach was already full. The harder I worked, the more she rewarded me with a vigorous handjob. Her mood was definitely improving.
“Ok, you’ve done enough. Now it’s time for me to milk you.” She pulled her nipple from my mouth and I immediately went into withdrawal. “Now, if you ask respectfully like the whelp you are, I may be merciful to allow to cum without too much pain. Or maybe I should just grind your pathetic dick with my hoof until you ejaculate out of shame. Are you ready to be my little bitch boy?”
I really didn’t want those two cinderblocks anywhere near my junk. Time to swallow my pride. “Please! Please let me cum! I’ll be your little bitch boy!” Ok… that hurt, that really hurt to say. I felt like I had just been punched in the heart. I’m so glad the girls weren’t around to see me like this. Would they be ashamed of me?
“You’re in luck, I’ll show you just how far out of my league you are.”
She knelt down and her tongue found my shaft. In the blink of an eye, my member was gone, having disappeared into her throat. Jesus, it was months before the girls were this good. She sucked me gluttonously, like she was trying to physically siphon the semen out of me instead of making me orgasm. The movements of her tongue, her cheeks, her hands, the way she was sucking, it was so intense that it was borderline painful, and unquestionably the best blowjob of my life. I don’t know how I lasted, but I held it in and she pulled away.
“Well done. I would have put you through Hell if you actually ejaculated after something that light. Now, how about something to really test your mettle?”
She then held her breasts over my lap and began to massage them, coaxing some milk to dribble on my cock. With her hands, she mixed it with the saliva from the blowjob into a frothy lube. Then, like the two trucks crashing in the Matrix Reloaded, she slammed her breasts against my manhood. I immediately jerked, unable to believe such sensations could exist. Her mountains completely consumed me, my manhood now lost. Combined with the slipperiness of the milk and saliva, the softness of her breasts was driving me literally insane, as every second that passed by, I could feel my grip on reality weakening as pure pleasure eroded my mental foundations.
This wasn’t good, my mind couldn’t handle feeling something like this. It was so good but also so bad, like I had sold my soul to the devil for this. Betty relentlessly bullied my cock, using her tits as instruments of torture to drain me of my resolve. Fuck, I need to bring Sonja and Momo here so that Betty could teach them how to do this! I was watching her do it, but I couldn’t fathom how it was actually happening. I came, I don’t know when it happened but it did. It could have been ten seconds, it could have been ten years; I’m just lucky I still remember my name.
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