Bbw Milking Novels & Stories

It will make it so much easier to do what I have to do. Abbadon grabs a bowl from the table and without asking lifts my shirt up, tucking the tail end through the neck of my shirt, exposing my soaked bra. I don’t try to stop him. Hell, I don’t even care, and I don’t know why. Carefully, he undoes the clasp of my bra, and takes my rock-hard breast in his cold hands, the long, strong fingers massaging the painful tissue until the milk starts gushing out. He holds the bowl under my breast to collect the milk. “No one taught you how to do this?” he asks.

"Ol' Bessie here must be getting full by now." "Is she now?" Our eyes lock between veiny pinkness and strong cow legs. Narrowing mine, I increase my pace. "Well, then you better hurry up and fill your pale, slowpoke." His brows raise, lips stuck on a silent retort. He snaps them back together, before his fingers work in quicker motions. I increase my speed, the milk splattering into my pale. He does the same, filling the space with sounds of sloshing and ringing as the rim of the milk grows taller in our buckets.

My nipples hardened under my thin top, straining against the fabric in response to the raw sexuality radiating from those entwined bodies. As the farmhand fucked her, the hucow produced more milk, so much so that the milking machine struggled to keep up with her supply. The barn was full of women. "What's happening?" I gasped. "Hucows need constant sexual pleasure to produce," Easton explained. "So, we ensure their needs are met. And there isn't a shortage of willing hands to assist." "Are they... aware?" I asked hesitantly, peeking at the bliss-stricken faces of the writhing women.

"I'll be back very soon enough, and I don't want any of you freaks to be here when I arrive." Following John's last statements, he banged the main door, garnering a displeased yell from Carleen as he exited. Before everybody could drift back in, the door swung open again, revealing Mikaella and Ricky. She was holding a number of enormous ziplock bags, and he was holding a bucket of coolant that sloshed about. A white trickle flowed down both corners, and I knew it had to be homogenized milk, presumably milked only moments earlier from Lesley's cows. Strangely, the mere notion of a delicious glass of milk made my mouth swim. I'm not certain how fresh milk from the cow tastes in comparison to

“Cowgirl. Bounce like a slut.” Milo straddled Rex—reverse cowgirl, sinking slow inch by inch, ass cheeks clapping loud. He bounced, wet squelch, Rex’s hands gripping hips, guiding hard, thumbs digging into flesh. Brianna whistled sharp. “Cream it” she said. “White on his cock. Froth it.” Milo ground down—froth building, thick white cream coating Rex’s shaft, dripping down balls in filthy rivers, splattering the desk..

It was so much physical tension, and nothing made it feel better than sitting on my daddy’s bareback dick. “Thank you, daddy.” I said, tears of relief streaming down my cheeks as I rode him, my tits in his face so that he could drink as much milk as his stomach could hold. Tim was squeezing them at the same time, spraying my milk all over his face and into his mouth. I’d never had such large breasts during sex before, and never realized just how much attention the boys would pay to them. “It’s so sweet, Britt. I love it.” he said, squirting the milk into his mouth and letting it fill up before swallowing. The pure volume of milk I was producing was insane, and I watched Tim cover himself in

she groaned, ass bouncing, milk flying. I reached under, cupping one breast, squeezing hard—milk shot forward in thick streams, soaking the pillows. I leaned over her back, mouth latching onto the other nipple, sucking in time with my thrusts. The dual sensation—her pussy gripping my cock, warm milk flooding my mouth—drove me insane. She pushed back, meeting every stroke, moans turning into desperate whimpers.

“Look at you two. Already whimpering just from a little toy in your asses.” He climbed onto the bed between them and attached a milking machine to each of their cocks. The suction cups sealed tightly around their hardening shafts. Lucien turned the machines on low. The rhythmic pull started immediately, making both twins gasp and buck. “I wonder how much I can milk from you boys,” Lucien purred, eyes gleaming. “I bet a lot. Let’s find out.” He reached down and tugged on Azriel’s nipples, pinching and twisting them hard. Azriel cried out, back arching, the combination of the milking suction and the plug vibrating deep inside him making his cock throb in the machine.

“Gonna leave you leaking while you count the till.” “Do it,” I beg in a breath. “Breed me—” He slams deep one last time, hand clamping over my mouth as he unloads—thick, hot ropes, spurt after spurt, flooding me so full it starts dripping out around him immediately. The milk steamer hisses again, like applause. He grinds slow, milking every drop, then pulls out gentle. Cum pours down my thighs in warm streams. He spins me, kisses me soft and deep.

However, her cheeks looked a bit flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little heavily, her breathing getting more erratic with the passage of time. And as she expertly moved her boobs up and down, and gyrated them in different ways to stimulate Sol further, small trickles of milk seeped out from her fully erect cherry-colored nipples. “Nh~… It comes out when I massage them hard enough…but the addition of milk should serve as a good lubricant…” He recalled hearing that all cow women began to produce milk in their teenage years. It was a genetic trait of theirs inherent in every female of their race, which made them an excellent choice as wet nurses and nannies.