The Ravaged Beast - Sex Stories

The Ravaged Beast

—A new farm hand gets tricked into milking a mean hucow, accidentally tames her and gets laid—
-SSBBW
-Big tits
-Lactation
-Monster fucker
-Monster girl
-Breast feeding
-Oral sex
-Dick sucking
“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 head farm hand 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 head farm hand 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,” one 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.” Zed 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 oogle the cows.”
“What? No I don’t!”
“Sure kid.”
“Leave the kid alone, Zed. 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 tuh 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 swayed back and fourth.
“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 ...