The Ravaged Beast - Sex Stories

The Ravaged Beast

... 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 wasn’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 still sore, 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 ...