Hiram's Dairy Farm Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

Hiram's Dairy Farm Ch. 07

... her twitching udders deposited her precious white gold in a near-constant flow. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued to thrust and gag on Kirk's cock. She had done it! She was making so much milk! She had submitted, and her body was now convinced she was a cow and was producing accordingly! She could go on forever with this blissful cycle; endlessly fucked, endlessly milked, and endlessly happy to be used for her purpose. It was pure heaven!

Dragging his eyes away from the fucking couple, Hiram reluctantly turned back to Rita, who was still in obvious pain. With the goat milking machine in use by Miriam, his mind raced to find a solution to ease her. "There's only one other option, Rita. I had always planned on trying it out, but only after we'd toughened up your teats. I'm not sure they can take the suction yet." Almost screaming, Rita looked pleadingly at him. "Do I look like I fucking care? I'm desperate, Hiram! Let's do it!"

Hiram guided her down the center aisle of the barn to the nearest cow stall, where a full-size milking machine stood, waiting to syphon her precious milk into its hungry steel belly. Hiram had chosen this stall over the others for one very important reason. It held a very specific piece of farm equipment: a dairy cow lift harness. It consisted of a large piece of nylon cloth suspended three feet off the floor by four metal chains. The chains were attached to each corner by large grommetted rings and ran up to the ceiling through a ...

... hydraulic winch. The control box for the winch was located on the wall and could be raised and lowered with the press of a button. Normally, if a cow had injured one of its legs, a farmer could run the nylon cloth under its belly, hoist it into the air, and still milk it as needed until its legs were strong enough to take its weight again.

Hiram pressed a button, and the winch ground to life, lowering the nylon sling until it was at the same height as Rita's hips. Rita saw what he meant to do and waddled into the center of the stall, supporting her watermelon-sized udders in her arms, and leaned forward into the sling. Hiram moved to her side and positioned the cloth under her udders and firmly across her hips, readying her for the next step in the process. When he returned to the wall and pressed another button, the nylon slowly lifted, stretched tightly from Rita's upper torso to her hips, and gently lifted her almost a foot off the floor. She was now dangling, with her arms and legs hanging down and her body supported in what looked like a large swing. Her enormously engorged breasts and distended nipples spilling over the front side of the cloth had never looked more like a cow's udders! They freely hung, with thick, blue-veined lines drawn starkly against her tautly stretched skin. Their heavy weight swung them gently to and fro, and small drops of pearly white cream slowly dripped from each long, thumb-thick teat. With the addition of the collared cow bell and the tail ...