The Ravaged Beast - Sex Stories

The Ravaged Beast

... 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 to 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. 
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Moments later ...

... 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 ...