A quick little story I wrote up to try and get out of my rut, it is about a young farmhand milking a cowgirl created with alchemy by hand
Contains M/F, cowgirl, enormous breasts, huge cock, lactation, excessive spunk, messy sex.
Enjoy!
Minos Farm
‘All right Bess, it’s time to get milked!’ John shouted as he entered one of the private rooms on Minos Ranch, the automatic milking system had been down for weeks now, but John didn’t mind milking the girls by hand.
As he stepped inside, the young man got jumped by a much larger form and his head was encapsulated by to humongous, soft globes while he felt something warm dribbling down his back. He had purposely saved Bess for last, she was one of the older cowgirls and the first created by his grandfather, who had purposely boosted her milk production so he had enough to feed the nearby villagers while creating more homunculi that were a blend of cow and human. This had the unfortunate side-effect of making the old gal very aroused, and sexually aggressive, when her breasts were full.
‘Easy girl,’ John murmured as he pushed the larger woman back. ‘I brought the bucket, see?’ he said as he rattled the large iron bucket.
‘Mooo~’ Bess replied as she lazily eyed the bucket with her big brown eyes, but her dainty hands moved to her sizable bust and wrapped around her fat, swollen nipples which she began to tug roughly. John knew that beside her calm outward appearance, she was a frustrated ball of pent-up sexual lust.
‘My, you’ve never quite gotten this big, have you?’ John said in a conversational tone as he noted the way the cowgirl’s boobs ballooned outward and nearly covered her softly rounded belly. ‘Well, let’s get rid of all that milk shall we? Get on your hands and knees.’
‘Mooo~’ Bess replied as she faced away from John to show him her large, plump round ass and dropped to her hands and knees while her cow-like tail lazily swung back and forth, blowing the scent of her aroused muff in John’s direction.
Was she trying to tempt him? If so, she didn’t need to bother. John’s member had been rock-hard ever since Bess released him off her embrace, but he pretended not to notice. While whistling cheerfully he placed the bucket underneath the taller woman and fetched a stool that had been stowed away in each of the girls’ room whenever they needed to be milked by hand. He plopped down and gently wrapped his hands around the cowgirl’s swollen nipples, and softly began to tug on them.
As Bess’ milk sprayed into the iron bucket, the cowgirl made a sound that sounded something like a sigh of relief mixed with a moan of pleasure, but John pretended not to notice as the big cowgirl wiggled her hips back and forth and released moo-like moans whenever he squeezed her nipples. Unfortunately, despite the large size of the bucket it was quickly filled to the brim, but Bess’ breasts were still enormous. John had foreseen this, of course.
‘My oh my, you already filled one bucket girl? Well this just won’t do,’ John said theatrically. ‘Should I go back to fetch another bucket?’ He asked, and Bess slowly shook her head, causing her dark red curls to cover her face. ‘What should I do the-.’
Before he could finish his sentence Bess pushed him off of the stool and crawled on top of him and, before he could say anything else, shoved a plump pink nipple in his mouth. John smirked triumphantly around the nipple and began to suck on it roughly, allowing the sweet, sweet cowgirl milk to satiate his thirst while Bess released loud, moan-like moos and ground her hot, streaming pussy against the crotch of his pants while her lazy, but desperate, brown eyes observed John’s happy face as milk dripped down his chin.
‘P…lease…’ Bess said as John removed his mouth from her nipple and burped softly. He merely looked at her dumbfounded in return, he never heard one of his grandfather’s cowgirls speak the human tongue. He didn’t even know they could. ‘P…lease…’ Bess said again, slightly more desperate as she pulled her fat labia apart and showed John the insides of her pink, streaming snatch.
Not able to deny the request of a woman so desperate that she learned another tongue, John used all the strength in his shorter body to lift the cowgirl up and dump her on the large, soft bed at the far end of the room. Bess full lips formed a lazy smile as she sank into the mattress and she spread her legs wide in return. John ran a hand up one of her legs, the only thing she wore were a pair of white stockings with black, cow-like spots and he grinned as he unzipped his pants. The reason Minos Milk was so popular was because it expanded the breasts of women and the penises of men, probably because the women supplying it were created by alchemy, and John had been drinking Minos Milk for almost all his life!
Bess made a happy little sound as a long, thick object wetly slapped against her snatch and splayed her labia apart, in response small streamers of milk sprayed from the nipples of the older cowgirl. John was hung like a bull. An enormous prick and two heavy balls hung between his legs, and the only way John could get off with a woman was when the automatic milking system was busted and the cowgirls needed some love, because even though men around Minos Farm were a lot more hung than in other areas, no normal human woman could handle John’s size. Bess seemed perfectly eager for it though, then again. She always was.
Without ceremony or foreplay John sank his hands into Bess’ broad breeder hips, and slammed his hips forwards. Bess released a aroused, explosive ‘MOOO!’ as two fountains of milk shot from her nipples and rained down on her naked body and splattered against John’s shirt. As the milk stained his shirt John removed his hands from the cowgirl’s hips with an annoyed grunt before taking it off, exposing a pair of broad shoulders and strong arms from working on the farm for so long. Bess made a sound of approval, but was soon silenced when John drove his cock inside her again.
‘Y…es!’ Bess stammered as John roughly pulled his hips back. ‘Y…es!’ she repeated as he slammed it deep inside her moist, twitching depths again.
Having her speak drove poor John even wilder and he pistoned his hips even faster as Bess mooed and moaned underneath him, he growled as streamers of milk dripped down her nipples and over her enormous breasts and he released moans of his own as the cowgirl’s welcoming pussy quivered around his member and spat out streamers of lubricant each time his monstercock ploughed its way inside of Bess’ aroused muff. Sounds of milk plopping down on the sheets combined with the squelching sounds of the cowgirl’s twat filled the room, while occasionally John growled or Bess released an aroused moo, but it did not take long before John felt that he was getting close to an orgasm.
‘Go-going to cu-cum…’ he muttered as his heavy ballsack slapped against the cowgirl’s round rump. ‘I’m going…to cum…’ he muttered to himself again, and he began extracting his member…
…only to be stopped by a pair of long, strong legs wrapping themselves around his waist.
‘No.’ Said Bess possessively as the young man’s huge cock throbbed against her pink folds.
‘B-Bess, I don’t w-want to cum i-inside…’ John said through clenched teeth, he didn’t know if the cowgirl homunculi his grandfather had created could get pregnant, but he didn’t want to find out either. ‘L-let me pull out.’
‘No.’ Bess said again while lazily blinking her big brown eyes and smiling slyly.
‘Bess-.’ John started.
‘No.’ Bess replied again with the same sly smile.
‘Fine then!’ John growled as he threw his entire body forwards.
Bess moaned loudly in response but was abruptly silenced when she felt one of her nipples entering John’s warm mouth and she clenched her eyes shut tightly as John hammered his hips back and forth. Although he was on the edge of climax himself John didn’t want to cum before Bess did and roughly sucked on her sensitive nipple while his hands sought out her free breast and her plump, sensitive clit, which he quickly began to tease. Bess moans steadily grew louder and louder before she suddenly fell silent and the meaty slaps of John’s balls whacking against her rear was the only sound in the room, then that suddenly stopped as well only to be replaced by John’s grunt, muffled by Bess’ breastflesh.
Both the young man and the cowgirl had hit their climax at the same time and Bess’ welcoming snatch had wrapped itself around John’s massive shaft tightly and was now milking it for all the sperm his big, heavy balls could contain. While he fired rope after hot sticky rope of jizz into the cowgirl’s honeypot, John never stopped sucking on Bess’ nipple and he still had two fingers wrapped tightly around the stiff bud of her clit while he watched the face of the writhing, twitching cowgirl. When both of their orgasms finally passed her legs released John and the young man slowly extracted his member from Bess’ snatch, as soon as the crown of his cock escaped her slit with a loud, wet popping sound a wave of thick white jizz spilled from her gaping twat, but Bess didn’t seem to mind it much.
‘There, looking a lot better now aren’t you?’ John sighed as he looked at Bess again. Her breasts were still a lot bigger than anything you’d find on a human woman, but they weren’t quite as obscenely big as before. ‘Now, where is that milk?’ John mused.
‘St…ay?’ Bess asked with a cock of her head.
John found the bucket of milk, unfortunately it seemed to have been knocked over while he and Bess where having his fun, not that the rest of the room looked any better with a knocked over stool, a pile of milk-stained clothing and puddles of milk and femcum everywhere. John chuckled at the sight of it all. ‘Well I suppose I have to,’ he shrugged. ‘Can’t return without any milk.’
And with that, he crawled back in bed with Bess.
As he stepped inside, the young man got jumped by a much larger form and his head was encapsulated by to humongous, soft globes while he felt something warm dribbling down his back. He had purposely saved Bess for last, she was one of the older cowgirls and the first created by his grandfather, who had purposely boosted her milk production so he had enough to feed the nearby villagers while creating more homunculi that were a blend of cow and human. This had the unfortunate side-effect of making the old gal very aroused, and sexually aggressive, when her breasts were full.
‘Easy girl,’ John murmured as he pushed the larger woman back. ‘I brought the bucket, see?’ he said as he rattled the large iron bucket.
‘Mooo~’ Bess replied as she lazily eyed the bucket with her big brown eyes, but her dainty hands moved to her sizable bust and wrapped around her fat, swollen nipples which she began to tug roughly. John knew that beside her calm outward appearance, she was a frustrated ball of pent-up sexual lust.
‘My, you’ve never quite gotten this big, have you?’ John said in a conversational tone as he noted the way the cowgirl’s boobs ballooned outward and nearly covered her softly rounded belly. ‘Well, let’s get rid of all that milk shall we? Get on your hands and knees.’
‘Mooo~’ Bess replied as she faced away from John to show him her large, plump round ass and dropped to her hands and knees while her cow-like tail lazily swung back and forth, blowing the scent of her aroused muff in John’s direction.
Was she trying to tempt him? If so, she didn’t need to bother. John’s member had been rock-hard ever since Bess released him off her embrace, but he pretended not to notice. While whistling cheerfully he placed the bucket underneath the taller woman and fetched a stool that had been stowed away in each of the girls’ room whenever they needed to be milked by hand. He plopped down and gently wrapped his hands around the cowgirl’s swollen nipples, and softly began to tug on them.
As Bess’ milk sprayed into the iron bucket, the cowgirl made a sound that sounded something like a sigh of relief mixed with a moan of pleasure, but John pretended not to notice as the big cowgirl wiggled her hips back and forth and released moo-like moans whenever he squeezed her nipples. Unfortunately, despite the large size of the bucket it was quickly filled to the brim, but Bess’ breasts were still enormous. John had foreseen this, of course.
‘My oh my, you already filled one bucket girl? Well this just won’t do,’ John said theatrically. ‘Should I go back to fetch another bucket?’ He asked, and Bess slowly shook her head, causing her dark red curls to cover her face. ‘What should I do the-.’
Before he could finish his sentence Bess pushed him off of the stool and crawled on top of him and, before he could say anything else, shoved a plump pink nipple in his mouth. John smirked triumphantly around the nipple and began to suck on it roughly, allowing the sweet, sweet cowgirl milk to satiate his thirst while Bess released loud, moan-like moos and ground her hot, streaming pussy against the crotch of his pants while her lazy, but desperate, brown eyes observed John’s happy face as milk dripped down his chin.
‘P…lease…’ Bess said as John removed his mouth from her nipple and burped softly. He merely looked at her dumbfounded in return, he never heard one of his grandfather’s cowgirls speak the human tongue. He didn’t even know they could. ‘P…lease…’ Bess said again, slightly more desperate as she pulled her fat labia apart and showed John the insides of her pink, streaming snatch.
Not able to deny the request of a woman so desperate that she learned another tongue, John used all the strength in his shorter body to lift the cowgirl up and dump her on the large, soft bed at the far end of the room. Bess full lips formed a lazy smile as she sank into the mattress and she spread her legs wide in return. John ran a hand up one of her legs, the only thing she wore were a pair of white stockings with black, cow-like spots and he grinned as he unzipped his pants. The reason Minos Milk was so popular was because it expanded the breasts of women and the penises of men, probably because the women supplying it were created by alchemy, and John had been drinking Minos Milk for almost all his life!
Bess made a happy little sound as a long, thick object wetly slapped against her snatch and splayed her labia apart, in response small streamers of milk sprayed from the nipples of the older cowgirl. John was hung like a bull. An enormous prick and two heavy balls hung between his legs, and the only way John could get off with a woman was when the automatic milking system was busted and the cowgirls needed some love, because even though men around Minos Farm were a lot more hung than in other areas, no normal human woman could handle John’s size. Bess seemed perfectly eager for it though, then again. She always was.
Without ceremony or foreplay John sank his hands into Bess’ broad breeder hips, and slammed his hips forwards. Bess released a aroused, explosive ‘MOOO!’ as two fountains of milk shot from her nipples and rained down on her naked body and splattered against John’s shirt. As the milk stained his shirt John removed his hands from the cowgirl’s hips with an annoyed grunt before taking it off, exposing a pair of broad shoulders and strong arms from working on the farm for so long. Bess made a sound of approval, but was soon silenced when John drove his cock inside her again.
‘Y…es!’ Bess stammered as John roughly pulled his hips back. ‘Y…es!’ she repeated as he slammed it deep inside her moist, twitching depths again.
Having her speak drove poor John even wilder and he pistoned his hips even faster as Bess mooed and moaned underneath him, he growled as streamers of milk dripped down her nipples and over her enormous breasts and he released moans of his own as the cowgirl’s welcoming pussy quivered around his member and spat out streamers of lubricant each time his monstercock ploughed its way inside of Bess’ aroused muff. Sounds of milk plopping down on the sheets combined with the squelching sounds of the cowgirl’s twat filled the room, while occasionally John growled or Bess released an aroused moo, but it did not take long before John felt that he was getting close to an orgasm.
‘Go-going to cu-cum…’ he muttered as his heavy ballsack slapped against the cowgirl’s round rump. ‘I’m going…to cum…’ he muttered to himself again, and he began extracting his member…
…only to be stopped by a pair of long, strong legs wrapping themselves around his waist.
‘No.’ Said Bess possessively as the young man’s huge cock throbbed against her pink folds.
‘B-Bess, I don’t w-want to cum i-inside…’ John said through clenched teeth, he didn’t know if the cowgirl homunculi his grandfather had created could get pregnant, but he didn’t want to find out either. ‘L-let me pull out.’
‘No.’ Bess said again while lazily blinking her big brown eyes and smiling slyly.
‘Bess-.’ John started.
‘No.’ Bess replied again with the same sly smile.
‘Fine then!’ John growled as he threw his entire body forwards.
Bess moaned loudly in response but was abruptly silenced when she felt one of her nipples entering John’s warm mouth and she clenched her eyes shut tightly as John hammered his hips back and forth. Although he was on the edge of climax himself John didn’t want to cum before Bess did and roughly sucked on her sensitive nipple while his hands sought out her free breast and her plump, sensitive clit, which he quickly began to tease. Bess moans steadily grew louder and louder before she suddenly fell silent and the meaty slaps of John’s balls whacking against her rear was the only sound in the room, then that suddenly stopped as well only to be replaced by John’s grunt, muffled by Bess’ breastflesh.
Both the young man and the cowgirl had hit their climax at the same time and Bess’ welcoming snatch had wrapped itself around John’s massive shaft tightly and was now milking it for all the sperm his big, heavy balls could contain. While he fired rope after hot sticky rope of jizz into the cowgirl’s honeypot, John never stopped sucking on Bess’ nipple and he still had two fingers wrapped tightly around the stiff bud of her clit while he watched the face of the writhing, twitching cowgirl. When both of their orgasms finally passed her legs released John and the young man slowly extracted his member from Bess’ snatch, as soon as the crown of his cock escaped her slit with a loud, wet popping sound a wave of thick white jizz spilled from her gaping twat, but Bess didn’t seem to mind it much.
‘There, looking a lot better now aren’t you?’ John sighed as he looked at Bess again. Her breasts were still a lot bigger than anything you’d find on a human woman, but they weren’t quite as obscenely big as before. ‘Now, where is that milk?’ John mused.
‘St…ay?’ Bess asked with a cock of her head.
John found the bucket of milk, unfortunately it seemed to have been knocked over while he and Bess where having his fun, not that the rest of the room looked any better with a knocked over stool, a pile of milk-stained clothing and puddles of milk and femcum everywhere. John chuckled at the sight of it all. ‘Well I suppose I have to,’ he shrugged. ‘Can’t return without any milk.’
And with that, he crawled back in bed with Bess.
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