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“Oh No!…not again!….Why won’t this stop?!…” Beth pleaded as she threw off the duvet asking her how her first session went. Beth calmly told the older woman that she’d made a terrible mistake, and politely asked never to be contacted again. She then swore to forget the whole experience.
As determined as Beth was to never return to that degenerate place, her body had failed to get the memo. The milking session with Apollo had caused her breasts to go haywire and their milk production had nearly doubled in the past two weeks. Her pussy still didn’t feel like it had returned fully to its size before the large bull had stretched her out to fit his huge cock.
In the daytime, she was tormented by daydreams The sweet smell of breastmilk welcoming her to the day.
Beth’s ruminating faded she could feel the pressure in her chest begin to lighten.
She squeezed her breasts as hard as she could to get them to release as much of their milk as possible. Her face scrunched as a bursa escort heavy spray shot from her nipples before the flow reduced to a fairly slow dribble yet again. The immediate discomfort would be gone…for now.
Her bosom never quite felt empty nowadays. There was always a dull tightness in her breasts where they hadn’t given up the milk held deep within them. Clearly Beth’s dainty, soft fingers weren’t as capable as Apollo’s masterful hands at emptying her udders. The dirty memory flashed back into Beth’s mind, but she quickly wrestled it away.
Today was special she told herself. Today was a clean slate.
She quietly got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. It wasn’t long before she heard her husband roll out of bed staring at the morning newspaper.
“Are you going to help Margret with the prayer group tonight?…” He eventually asked, not looking up.
“Oh!…” Beth breathed, gingerly brushing her hair behind her ear.
“Well…..I bursa otele gelen escort thought….perhaps…we’d be going somewhere for dinner…” she said sheepishly.
“Huh?!…” Beth’s husband responded, looking up with a dumbfounded expression, mouth open laughing sycophantically at their bad jokes.
She opened a lifestyle magazine to try her husband’s cruel dismissal repeating through her mind.
“Get in the way would I?!…” Beth sneered, her rage bubbling up. Her bosom throbbing with the hot pressure of its unreleased milk.
“Not wanted am I?!….” she snarled as her resolve broke. “I’ll show you who’s wanted!…”
She threw the magazine aside and rubbed her sore tits. She bit her lip cleaning themselves after their evening milking session.
The eager cow turned the corner her fat milkers hanging underneath. She started huffing loudly willing her udders to let down fully.
“Started without me I see!…” Apollo’s low voice came from behind her.
Her strong bull had returned, grinning at her as he entered Beth’s stall, carrying a clipboard.
“Oh! Hey!….” He exclaimed, tapping Beth’s chart. “It’s your birthday today!…”
“Let’s make sure you get an extra-special gift!…” He continued; running his incredible, warm hands down the hucow’s soft back.
Beth’s breathing quickened shuffling her knees to let him throw them away.
She turned her flushed face over her shoulder. Her big eyes pleading with Apollo to help her let go of all the anger begging her bull to enter her.
Apollo conceded and grabbed both of the young hucow’s shoulders, slowly pushing his thick cock into her pussy. He felt Beth stretch open again to fit him but she was far more relaxed than her first session.
Beth took a few short breaths to ready herself timing it perfectly to the rhythm of the pump & his long hip thrusts.
Beth was in the throws of an outer-body experience. Staring up at her owner, his powerful brown eyes penetrating into her soul. The noises of the barn melted away, leaving only the feeling of his strong hands, the milk flowing from her udders, & his wonderful cock exploring her very being.
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