“Hey, get the new guy to do it,” one farm hand said.
“Do what?” another asked.
“Milk Vicky,” he replied with a laugh.
“What?” the supervisor blurted. “You know Victoria’s an ornery one, she’ll hurt that kid!”
“Yeah, but it’ll be funny!”
“Might knock some sense into him,” the other said.
“Yeah, and if he gets hurt too bad… yer all gettin’ pay docked. Don’t play around with Victoria,” the supervisor stated.
“Oh, he should be fine. Seems to have a hard head, anyway.”
The supervisor sighed. “You two are responsible, then.”
The two men quickly rushed to find Jack.
“Jack! Hey Jack!” One called out.
Jack was loading hay on a trailer and turned to them, the bale fell off and landed on him. With a laugh, they rushed over and rolled it off.
“We got a big job for you,” Zeb said.
They yanked him to his feet.
“A job? What is it, I’m already doing this.”
“Oh… we need you to milk one of the cows that di’in’t get milked,” Cal explained.
“Me‽”
“Yeah, you! We’re too busy to do it.”
“Right.” Zeb suppressed a chuckle. “It’ll be quick, all ya gotta do is hook the pumps up, they know not to mess with it, until they’re done. We know how you ogle the cows.”
“What? No, I don’t!”
“Sure, kid.”
“Leave the kid alone, Zeb. Like we haven’t caught you rooting around Clara’s pen, umpteen times. Look… it’s easy. It’s Vicky. Just bring her some sweet grass and golden rod—she’ll be all cooperative like. It’s the pen on the far end,” Cal explained.
“Sweet grass and golden rod,” he repeated.
“Yeah, ya know what golden rod looks like, or do we need to draw a picture?”
“I got it, I got it,” Jack yelled.
—
Jack grabbed some sweet grass, and found some wild golden rod on his way to the stables. Jack spotted most of them outside. He did find a lot of them sexy, especially the ones that walked around topless. They were all thick, curvy, and busty. The ones that never wore tops had big heavy, full tits that swung when they walked, down to their stomachs. You could tell when they were milked to completion, because their breasts were practically flat. Jack didn’t care, they were still giant tits either way.
Then he thought about it; he doesn’t remember much about a cow named Vicky. He assumed she didn’t come out much. Some of the other cows watched him, some seemed to give him flirtatious looks.
“Hey… ummm… new guy! Where ya takin’ that bouquet,” one asked.
“You know where he’s goin’, Betsy. Stop botherin’ the help,” another scolded.
Betay sauntered over, hips and breasts swaying back and forth.
“Oh… they want me to milk Vicky.”
“Vicky‽ Must be Cal and Zeb,” she replied, unamused.
“Yeah, it was them.”
“Well… when you’re done, I’ll take care of you, baby. Mama Betsy’ll make it all better.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. You all seem pretty sweet.”
Betsy looked at the others.
“I gotta do it, might as well get it done,” he said with a shrug, and carried on.
Jack walked into the stable, that looked like a line of efficiency hostel rooms, and he found hers at the end of the hall. Victoria was written on the door. He gave a low knock before he turned the knob. Victoria wondered who was bothering her, and before she could respond, he came in.
Jack was a bit surprised; he had never been in one of the cows’ rooms before. There was a small kitchenette in the room, a chair, love seat, she watched TV in the chair, a bed off to the side, near what looked like what he could tell was a bathroom, through the open door. He noticed something on the chair; the milking device.
Victoria was a bit shocked to see Jack, this tall, lanky-looking, ginger guy. He was shocked to see her. Dark brown and black fur and skin, purple polish on her manicures hoofs. Her tail swished beside her, her belly doubled slightly by the way she sat, and covered the top of her acid-washed short shorts. She held a TV remote in one hand, her pouty lips hung open slightly, big brown eyes stared in awe. Then he saw her breasts, they were so swollen, he could see the tension in the skin, even as they seemed to rest on her stomach and were near perfectly round, pulled at her dark pink areola.
He snapped and thought how they were right; she really needed to be milked. She watched him stand there in green coveralls that hid his cock that threatened an erection. He moved quick.
“I was told you liked these.” He handed her the bouquet.
“Yeah,” was all she mustered.
He handed them to her, she sniffed it and took a bite. Before she knew it, Jack had moved to start applying the pumps to her breasts. Her eyes narrowed, she sat the plants down and smacked his hand away.
“What are you doing?” she snapped.
Jack was taken aback; the other cows aren’t like this. She stood up, and he found she was one of the larger ones, nearly eye level with his six-two frame.
“D-doing muh job, Vicky,” he replied.
“Do it somewhere else! Trying to butter me up,” she said as chewed plants sprayed from her mouth.
He looked dumbfounded.
“It’s Victoria, and you can get!”
She caught him off guard when she stepped towards him and shoved him. He grabbed her chest in his hands, squeezed them together as he tried to stop himself from the fall. Victoria sucked in air and grunted from the pain, her face contorted, her large and long swollen nipples stung. He almost pulled her down with him.
“Fuck, that hurts,” she cried.
She stepped forward to brace herself. It all happened so fast. Her expression started to weaken when the pressure relieved. Jack felt her breasts start to give some, right before two heavy streams of milk sprayed him in the shoulders. Her body shook, and her knees buckled; they both went down as she let out a moan that sounded like a moo. When she caught herself, one nipple hit him in the face. Jack had a taste of her sweet, warm milk. She hovered over him and moaned again, her breath shallow. She dropped her head and noticed his erection.
He couldn’t lie to himself, or stop himself, Jack thought the cows were sexy, he liked her milk, and kept squeezing her. Victoria whimpered. Her breasts were so engorged, her nipples hurt to touch. His mouth right under one, to drink from.
She sat on his hard cock, legs shook too much to hold her up. “You’re… you’re wastin’ my milk,” she spoke softly.
He looked as the other just emptied on the floor.
He swallowed. “Sorry.”
She felt his cock press in her thick thighs. He felt it too. With some pressure relieved, her mood changed some.
“His dicks pressin’ hard and feels kinda big… it has been a while,” she thought.
She shifted and sat up, her weight fully on his erection, she could slightly feel the length, and her curiosity grew.
“We should get you milked,” he blurted.
“Right.” She hesitated and took her time to climb off.
He thought he felt her rub her crotch on him. Once she was off, she helped him up.
“Thanks. Let’s get you milked, you gotta be sore.”
She sat down in the chair, and he reached for the pumps.
“Yeah, I’m sore… too sore for those.”
He looked at the leads in his hands, and back at her.
“Those things hurt when I haven’t been milked. Too much added pressure.”
He looked at her nipples big as his thumbs. “H-how…?”
“That’s your job, honey.”
He thought about it.
“Make it easy for me, and I’ll be sweet on you.”
Jack quickly ran out and surprised her.
—
Moments later, he returned with a stool and five gallon bucket, and sat it in front of her.
“Can’t beat the classics,” he said with a smile.
“Yeah, and you wanna cop a feel, too.” She teased and poked his erection.
“Strictly business.”
Victoria spread her legs and hung her breasts over the bucket, arms on her legs. Jack laid his hands on one and massaged it. Victoria sighed from the pleasure, his hands made her skin tingle in a good way. Jack started to add a bit more pressure while he intently watched, barely a drop formed at her teat.
“Oh honey, this must be your first time,” she asked.
“Yeah… not trying to hurt you.”
She snorted. “Yall gonna need more muscle than that. It feels great, actually, Harvest Goddess knows, but put some more oomph in it.”
“Like this?” He squeezed his hands towards the top and let them slip down.
A stream of milk hit the bucket.
“Now you got it,” she said with a groan.
With a smile, he squeezed her breasts, that looked massive even in his hands, and kneaded them with his palms, in every dimension. He could feel the tension slowly relieve in them, they started to have more give. Hard streams echoed in the bucket. She groaned and sighed, her breast started to feel better.
“How did you get so backed up?”
“I went on strike.”
“Strike?”
“They sold my boyfriend, and I got mad—guess it sounds silly now. I refused to get milked. They tried and I fought. Well… it started to hurt. I got so engorged it was painful, and that pain mixed with my broken heart just made me madder.”
“I get losing a loved one, but you just hurt yourself in the long run, by doing that.”
I think you’re right. I was just bein’ stubborn.” She huffed. “Plus I kept ruining my bed with leaks… and too damn proud to ask for help, too bitter.”
“Hopefully, I can help at least with this part.”
“You’re getting there.”
Her breast felt good in his hands, as it started to run dry, the intensity of her streams died down, he had to squeeze harder. The natural softness and pliability returned. Even her nipple weren’t so swollen. The smell of her milk filled his nose, his penis was rock hard, although he hoped she didn’t notice, he didn’t care because she was just an animal race and shouldn’t be bothered.
“I think that ones about dried out. I hope there’s enough room left in that bucket.”
“If not, I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“Oh, I’m sure, honey.”
“Are you gonna finish those?” He pointed to the bouquet.
“Of course ah will. I was just distracted, is all.”
“Duh… the milking.”
“Yeah… that’s it,” she replied with a noncommittal tone and stared at his bulge.
Truth was she was horny, she had forgotten what it felt like to be horny. When they fell and she felt him, it stirred something with the brief relief of pressure in her breasts. She figured he had no clue what he was doing to her, that he took something so procedural, an everyday piece of her life, and made something erotic out of it.
Jack had switched to her other breast. She wanted to see what he was really working with down there. His hands played their game of teasing, as she saw it. He massaged and pressed her breast, those sharp streams of milk hit the bucket with a splash.
“So… well I don’t know much about cows, but I’m guessing you ladies are different breeds?”
She looked up with half-lidded eyes. “Mm-hmm.” Her breast was still sore, and the pressure through her teat stung. “We are.”
“I thought so. Two of the other girls have breast like you, with teats this big.”
Slowly and surely her breast softened as the pressure released. She groaned and sighed… and grew wetter. He worked top to bottom, and felt the weight of it. It was near thirty minutes, he could here the show she watched on it’s last commercial break.
“At least after all this time, it didn’t turn into heavy cream or butter.” She laughed at her little joke.
He chuckled. Jack wanted her milking to hurt as little as possible, but he had to get her milked, and thought it could be dangerous to her. Victoria could feel the weight difference between her breasts. What pain in the other was washed out by being milked and aroused. It helped that she could see his erection and knew he wanted her too, to the point he wouldn’t put up much of a fight.
“That feels so good, been a long time, since I was touched like this.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“I hope so, sugah.” She smiled.
Finally, her breast started to run dry, just like the other.
“I think that’s good, honey.” She sat up.
He looked at them, they seemed to drop a cup size, or so, and were much flatter than when he first saw them, yet were still plump.
“They were so sore I couldn’t even wear a bra or top—not that I usually do,” she said with a chuckle.
“Glad to help.”
“Now’s the problem of that heavy bucket.”
“I thought about that, and I got an idea.”
Jack grabbed one of the pump leads, stuck it in the bucket and turned it on. They watched it drain the bucket slowly, but faster than they thought it would.
“You’re pretty smart, new blood.”
“Thanks.”
“So something tells me you like the taste of my milk.”
“It’s pretty good—guess I couldn’t help myself.”
“It’s quite alright. I think you earned a reward for your hard work.”
Victoria moved to her bed, he watched that plump ass move with her thighs.
“Come an get it, honey.”
Jack walked over after he turned the pump off, she pat the bed and he sat down.
“There’s a bit more in there just for you.” She lifted a breast and guided him by the chin. “Have at it.”
Victoria’s breast drooped and hid her hand while she pushed her teat towards his mouth. Jack had to adjust to grab it with his lips, then he sucked it right in.
“I’m sure we both could use a good milking.”
Jack didn’t fight back, he opened his mouth and gladly let her nurse him.
“Good boy. Let those instincts take in. Honey… I need my reward too, for being a good girl.”
Victoria reached up and pulled at his zipper, until his penis was freed from his coveralls. She wanted to leave enough milk for him to drink, to him it was very sweet and warm.
“Mmm, that’s right… enjoy it,” she said as she stroked his cock.
Jack planned to suck her dry.
—
“Hmmm… have you seen Jack?” Zeb asked.
“Nope. Victoria would’ve kicked him out way before now. He’s probably licking his wounds,” Cal said.
Zeb laughed. “Maybe she put fear in’em, an he high tailed it outta here.”
“That new guy,” a rooster asked.
“Yeah, we sent him to milk Vicky,” Cal stated.
“I saw him go in, but I haven’t seen him come out. I hope he’s okay.”
—
Victoria pulled her breast away, gently pushed him back on the bed, when he burped, she giggled.
“My turn, if ya don’t mind.”
“Go right ahead, Miss Victoria.”
She looked at him. “They sent you in here as a prank, and your heart was in the right place. You’ve been nothing but sweet to me, honey—call me Vicky.”
Victoria leaned over, her breasts drooped and spilled on the bed. Her tongue caught him by surprise, having never seen a cow tongue up close. She cupped his shaft with it and nearly encased the whole thing, she bobbed her head, rough tongue dragged up and down his cock. Jack couldn’t keep his cock still, even with how rough her large tongue was, it felt extremely good. Her upper lip grazed over his gland, her tongue just touched his balls. He moaned loud and deep, wanted her to take the whole thing as he watched in awe. The tip of her tongue flicked at the connection between his shaft and balls each time she went down.
“That’s a fine tongue,” he said between breaths.
Victoria cupped his balls and lifted with her tongue, brought then to her mouth, where she gently sucked on them. He moaned loudly. Her tongue found it’s way and licked under them. He grabbed the sheet and hissed.
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned.
He nodded. Her tongue found its way to his hole and pressed, a lump was caught in his throat. He wasn’t into that, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. She licked while she swished his balls in her mouth, his sphincter tensed and relaxed. She licked and poked, a tingle went up his spine, Jack gasped and stopped fighting, her tongue breeched in, that tingle turned to full pleasure. He remembered animals seem to do things humans deemed gross, like licking and sniffing where they shouldn’t by human eyes, so he let her and it felt good.
Victoria’s tongue pushed deeper then pulled out as she got on her knees and fought with her short shorts.
“You got me in heat,” she purred.
He watched her tilt her head and wrap her tongue around his cock, while she pulled her shorts off.
“You gonna help me with that, right?”
“It’s my job to tend to the animals.”
Victoria smiled and wrapped her tongue back around his cock, it almost wrapped twice, then she stroked him with it. Jack thought that was better than any hand job., she kept eye contact with him the entire time.
She sat up. “I got an idea.”
She grabbed one of her breasts, lifted and squeezed around her areola until she started to drip milk on his cock. Drops went all over his crotch, on his balls, they ran down the shaft. She squeezed until a few small streams ran down his skin, then brought her lips down and he felt her tongue lick him in her mouth. They both moaned. Finally he was all in and deep. She sucked slow, lips dragged smooth up and down. He noticed her tail swished back and fourth, and her bangs hid her eyes. Jacks cock throbbed in her mouth, she backed off and squirted more milk on it.
“I like my milk, too.”
Back down, she slurped up, sucked down, slurped up, then took his cock to her throat. He huffed and puffed. Her tongue cupped his balls again and snaked under them to his hole, where her curt bobbing caused it to rub. He cried out, she used her tongue to feed herself his balls, his gland rubbed in her throat, her tongue pressed a little deeper in his hole. Jack squirmed and panted. Victoria’s tongue put pressure on everything, his whole lower region was pleasured. She backed off enough to catch a breath, then went back at it.
“I don’t think I can take any more, Vicky,” he said with a gasp.
“I guess that was a bit too much.”
“Trust me… I’m not complain’n one bit.”
Victoria snorted and giggled. “I got a tad carried away… it’s been so long… and you’re so long.” She turned around on all fours. “I know we both want this part.”
Jack stared at her wide ass, even bent over it was still plump. Her tail moved to the side, he could see her belly hang down, she wiggled her butt and both cheeks threw themselves side to side. He used his fingers and rubbed her lips and pooch, she was as wet as he was hard, and Victoria let out a small groan. That was all he needed, Jack mounted her, guided his cock by rubbing the head on her clit and up until he found that hot hole and pushed to the hilt. Jack didn’t hesitate, or wonder if maybe he might not been enough—biologically, that a bull would pack more than him, that he wouldn’t fill the job. But somehow he did, he felt her, and she felt him.
Victoria let out a long low moo, they were enough for each other. He pushed deep as he could and pulled back, just to ram back in. She mooed a little louder. Jack held on to her and thought her fur was soft, as he thrust back in her, he noticed the ranch tramp stamp. She moaned and huffed as he fucked her rough, he wasn’t bottoming out, but he could feel every square inch of her wet insides, so he knew he was doing something. Which was fine, because barely fitting inverse from what some human women told him, he’d last longer versus her tongue work.
“Give it all you’ve got,” she begged.
Jack plowed into her hard as he could, each impact made her ass bounce up her back. He leaned forward, slipped his hands between her breasts and the bed they rested on, Jack rubbed her nipples while his hips did all the work. She growled and yelped from her still sensitive nipples toyed with and her pussy pounded.
“Oh… oh… yes… oh! Oh,” she gasped just before a relatively high-pitched moo, as she climaxed.
—
Some of the cows nearby and a horse or two, ears perked up.
“Was that Vicky?” one cow asked.
“Pretty sure that’s Vicky,” another stated.
“What’s she caterwaulin’ about now,” a filly asked.
“Oh… the new guy is in there,” Betsy explained.
“Is he killin’ her,” the horse asked.
“In a way, I suppose,” Betsy answered dreamily. “I hope he kills me next, by the sound of it.”
The horse was quiet for a moment. “You think her windows open?”
“I hope it is, Alice.” Betsy went towards the gate.
—
Jack’s head was buried in her huge tits while she mounted him and lined up his cock, before she plopped down on his lap. He felt her hot spot throb, her heart raced, he grabbed her hips when they moved.
“You love my udders, huh?” She spread her breasts open and asked.
“Hard not to.” He looked up at her.
Her hips still stirred his cock in her.
“You work up a thirst yet, honey?”
“A mighty one.”
Jack held up a breast, sucked a nipple in his mouth and drank. Victoria mewled and moved her hips quicker. Her warm milk flowed easy, the experience was new for both of them. She felt the milk move through her breast, the feeling of his soft lips and cock rubbed her walls, she couldn’t help but blurt out a moo. Jack pressed his face in her breast and held that shelf of an ass.
Victoria started to rock harder and clenched his cock, she gasped, yelped, and mooed. Her milk started to run out, he pulled off with a gasp. Something took over. He held her face and brought her lips to his, he had to do it. She didn’t fight; their lips met, and she pushed her tongue in his mouth. Jack moaned and took her fleshy tongue, he was trapped and along for the ride, anyway.
“Not a bad kisser, new blood.”
“My name’s Jack.”
“Okay, Jack.” She took a deep breath and exhaled. “Oh fuck.” Her loins charged up. “You need more.” She shoved her other teat to his lips.
Jack hungrily took it, she moaned the moment milk pulled, held his head the breast in her hand. Jack gently squeezed and rubbed the other. Her hips jerked hard, she clenched tight and mooed.
“Look at that,” Betsy said from the window.
Alice chuckled. “Looks like somebody got buck broken.”
“I think I’m a little too fixed,” Betsy stated.
“I wonder if he’s packing enough for me?”
“He sure is giving it to her,” another cow said.
Victoria wailed, her orgasm grew closer. Her breast started to run out of milk, but he still sucked like mad. She started to bounce the bed with her rocking.
“I wanna try,” Alice said.
“Mmm,” Betsy hummed sexually.
“What are you…” Alice asked and noticed Betsy furiously finger herself.
“Let’s see how fast you really are,” the other said.
“You too, Mandy?”
Mandy reached over and stuck her fingers in Alice and gave her a few strokes. “Like you ain’t horny.”
Alice snorted and started to quickly finger herself. The three animal women watched intently as Victoria bounced and rocked on Jack’s cock. He took her other breast, stuck that nipple in his mouth with the other and started to moan and grunt.
“Please not yet, please,” Victoria begged.
His breath was sharp through her thick soft, bountiful breast.
“Please just a bit longer,” Betsy muttered.
Jacks cock strained, his climax swelled, Victoria was right on the edge as she wailed. The three outside fingered themselves like mad, Alice leaned on the building, they all panted heavy and sharp, Mandy’s legs shook.
“I’m winning this,” Mandy gasped.
“Jack,” Victoria blurted. “Pull muh tail!”
Jack reached for it and gave it a firm pull. Victoria’s wail broke into a loud moo. Just a second after; Alice stomped her hoof as she tried to repress vocalizing her climax. She still let out a small whinny. Victoria bounced through her aftershock, Jack let her tits flop from his mouth with a gasp.
“Don’t stop,” he wheezed.
Betsy leaned on Alice and let out a gasp, she couldn’t hold it and came when Jack did. Jack huffed a few times and yelled, his load shot right inside Victoria, his hips jerked against her weight. Betsy mooed through clenched teeth. Mandy leaned her back against the building, exhaled a deep breath, she slide to the ground practically slapping her clit and held her belly up out of the way. Finally her desperation paid off; she fell to the side and climaxed hard with a long moo. Her hand had the shakes as she pulled it away, she gasped for air.
Victoria climbed off and plopped on the bed. “I needed that, something fierce,” she said as she caught her breath.
“Me too.” He flopped backwards.
Alice and Betsy struggled to get Mandy off the ground to carry her away.
“I ain’t never had sex with an animal before.”
“Stick around… you just might get tired of it.”
“I hope not, though it does get in the way of the work.”
Victoria laughed. “Jack… honey… the farmer might not say it’s part of the work, but it might as well be.”
“As long as I’m not steppin’ on toes and gettin’ in trouble.”
“Do a good job, and nobody will care if you take a fuck break.”
Jack nodded and started to zip up his coveralls. “I should get back…”
Victoria held her hand out, he grabbed it and helped her up, she stumbled a bit and chortled.
“I miss this feeling; fucked so good I feel like a calf in the legs.” She leaned towards his ear. “I might not lay with one of the birds… I know what they got down there, and I don’t think playing where you shit is the best evolutionary idea.”
“I think I’ll take your advice,” he said with a shiver.
“Suddenly I’m in the mood to graze in the sun.”
“I’m glad for ya, Vicky.” He gave a curt nod and smile.
She walked him to the door without a concern of clothes.
He grabbed the bucket. “Guess it won’t never get to this again?” He held it up.
“If it does… I know you’ll take real good care of me.”
They walked towards the main door as Zeb and Cal walked up. Jack held the door for her.
“Thanks, Hun.” She kissed his cheek. “Come by after quitin’ time, if ya can.”
“Sure will!”
The two farmhands looked stunned. They watched her fat ass sashay towards the grazing field.
“What was that?” Cal exclaimed.
The supervisor rushed over and checked him over.
“You okay‽ She didn’t hurt you, did she?” he asked.
“Yeah! What happened in there, kid?” Zeb asked.
Jack smiled. “Wasn’t much… just a job well done. Did what you told me to do.”
“And she…” Zeb asked in shock.
“Vicky’s a real sweetheart. S’cuse me fellas, I need to get back to work.”
The three men looked in shock as Jack walked away.
