by Reed James
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Three days later, I couldn't stop thinking of Strawberry while Ms. Young had become more remote than ever. She was aloof, like she feared my love. She was a thousand years old. She'd lost other people she cared for. Maybe she was only trying to protect her heart from being hurt again. I could understand that.
Love brought such joy and such agony all at the same time.
I lay beside Ms. Young in our bed in the bunkhouse. I hadn't woken her up with a blowjob and pussy licking like normal. She claimed I only worshiped her, and I guess I could see that. I mean, she was as beautiful as a goddess. So strong and forceful, her charisma pulling me along in her wake. I just enjoyed pleasuring her. It gave me joy.
I stared up at the ceiling, rubbing sleep from my slanted eyes. I stretched my arms, my small breasts jiggling as I wiggled my fingers above my head. I was Korean, my flesh had a tinge of pale-olive to it, so different from the pale-beige of Ms. Young. I yawned as my thoughts turned to Strawberry.
My heart ached. I had to forget Strawberry. She made herself very clear.
Ms. Young shifted beside me, her big tits heaving. Her brown eyes opened. “Morning,” she muttered then yawned. “Hestia, but you are always up early, Iseul. At least before you gave me pleasure when you woke me up.”
I flushed. “I just...”
She rolled her eyes. “Just because you don't worship me directly, doesn't mean I can't feel your eyes drinking in my flesh. I'm not a person to you, am I?”
“You are, Ms. Young.”
“You can't even call me Christina,” she said as she rolled out of bed. She stretched her flawless body, her back lithe, her ass perfect. I wanted to cup them, to worship them. “Go back to that girl. Stop moping and tell her.”
“She—”
“Clothes on, you sluts!” Tabitha yelled. The ranch's foreman—well, I guess she was the forewoman—banged on a door. “No going around naked, you naughty futas. Got a visitor coming.”
Our door rattled as Tabitha shouted again.
She was a HuCow like us, but she'd worked for Cheryl-Lyn and Ester longer than the others. She helped them put together their milking operation. So she got special perks. A visitor meant someone had hired the futa-cowgirls to take them out on a tour of the countryside. Usually it was women, and they would have one wild time. The futas would fuck her hard, showing her new delights. The women always came back changed, glowing.
My clit tingled wondering if it would be a married woman or not. If she would be a virgin or a slut, a young woman or a mature beauty. I drew on a pair of work jeans and a t-shirt, my nipples tingling, ready to be milked.
“So what happened between you and this girl?” Ms. Young asked me as she pulled on her tight shirt. It molded to those big, lush, tits. They distracted me, and it took me a moment to understand what she asked.
“Nothing,” I shrugged, my heart tightening. Strawberry's face flashed through my vision.
“Right, nothing,” she said. “Young women never change. After all these centuries... What little squabble did you have?”
I worked my lips as we stepped out with the other HuCows. They were all futas, like us, but they served Aphrodite. It made them all beautiful. They exuded pheromones or something that made women wild with lust. They could seduce any lady. If I served Aphrodite, Strawberry wouldn't have fled. She would have been so wet, she would have fucked me hard right there at the table.
But that didn't mean she'd love me.
“Not a squabble,” I said. “She just... kissed me.”
“And that's a problem?” Ms. Young asked. “I thought that would be the goal. Well, the start of the goal.”
“I gave her a bottle of futa-milk,” I said as we stepped out into the yard. “She was cumming, caught up in her first taste. She didn't know what she was doing and...”
My words trailed off as the sound of a car door closing drew my attention to the right. Parked before the futa-cowgirl's house was Strawberry's beat-up pickup truck. She stepped out in a pair of tight jeans and a fringed belly shirt that cupped her round breasts. Her fiery hair swayed about her face.
“You must be Strawberry,” Cheryl-Lyn said, greeting my waitress.
My stomach sank. “No,” I groaned. “No, no, no.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Strawberry nodded, her hips shifting. I could already see the signs of arousal stir in her as Cheryl-Lyn, a busty and blonde futa-cowgirl, sauntered up.
“Ma'am?” Cheryl-Lyn asked. “I ain't much older than you, sugar. Mmm, but ain't you a cute thang. Me and you gonna have a wild time out there on the plain.”
“I hope so,” Strawberry said, her hips wiggling more, her thighs rubbing together. Right now, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Her clit itching, her nipples hardening. She wouldn't understand why Cheryl-Lyn turned her on so much. “I heard great things from Iseul about this place.”
“Oh, from one of my heifers, eh?” Cheryl-Lyn said. “She's a hard worker.”
“She's a sweet thing,” Strawberry said. “I'd hoped to talk to her before we go out.”
My heart lurched. I stopped walking. I wanted to call out. Why was she here? Did she want to tell me how sorry she was for kissing me? That it was such a huge mistake? I didn't want to hear that. And I definitely didn't want her to go out on the plains with Cheryl-Lyn. That predatory futa would fuck her so hard. The futa-cowgirl would give my Strawberry an education on dickgirl loving.
My cheeks burned. My heart constricted. I walked faster as Strawberry turned to glance at us heading to the milking barn.
“Iseul!” she called.
I shuddered, her voice so sweet. But I couldn't face that pain of rejection again. I stayed away from her. Why did she have to come here?
I pretended not to hear her. I was almost to the milking barn, made of corrugated, green plastic. I stared at the entrance.
“Iseul?” she called again.
“She's a good worker, like I said,” Cheryl-Lyn said. “She'll be around when we get back from the tour. But we need to skedaddle, and she needs to get to milkin'.”
“Okay,” Strawberry said, sounding sad.
“So that's her, huh?” Ms. Young said.
I nodded my head.
“And you don't want to talk to her?”
“I do, I just...” Tears stung my eyes. “She's just being polite, just here to apologize for kissing me.”
“You are so dense,” sighed Ms. Young. “That's not why she's here. She found an excuse to come talk to you. She's been thinking about you. About that kiss.”
“You don't know that,” I said even as hope quickened in my heart. But I felt that hope as a precipice. Precarious, dangerous to cross. So easy to fall back into pain. Worse pain. Crushing agony. But if I didn't cross, I wouldn't fall.
If I didn't cross, I would never know.
I shook my head. “Doesn't matter. I love you, Ms. Young.”
“Iseul,” she groaned.
I ignored her and stepped up to my position in the milking barn. It was a small stall next to Ms. Young. After stripping, I attached the cock suction cup to my dick, sliding the plastic sheath around it and seating it tight against my groin. It partly covered my pussy, sucking in some of juices, too. Then I grabbed the breasts cups, holding them to my small tits. I didn't have enough boobs for them to stick on without the machine creating a sucking vacuum.
Ms. Young didn't have that problem.
“Okay, futas,” Ester said, striding through the room naked. The black-haired and lithe futa stroked her clit-dick with one hand, her eyes feasting on our bodies. “Let's begin.”
The machine rumbled to life.
Pleasure exploded through my body. My eyes widened. I gripped the bars as a dizzy wave shot through my body. The exhilaration of being milked never grew old. All at once, my girl-dick and tits were sucked on. Powerful vacuum pulled at them. My tits stretched into the cups, my nipples so hard. Then my milk squirted out of them.
White streams splashed against the cup
s then drew down the hoses to mix with the milk of the nineteen other futa-HuCows. I whimpered, each squirt of milk shooting lightning down to my wet pussy and throbbing cock.
A different sort of sucking rapture embraced my futa-dick. My shaft throbbed in its suction cup. It twitched and throbbed as euphoria rippled through me. It was so much different from a blowjob. A constant level of suction that reached down my shaft to my ovaries, tugging at them, wanting my futa-cum to spurt into the machine and mix with the girl-milk.
“Oh, Hestia, yes,” Ms. Young moaned beside me, her raven-black hair sweeping about her shoulders as her milk flowed through the tubes, pumped out of her ample tits. “Such sweet delight.”
It was.
I concentrated on it, trying to put Strawberry out of my mind. My pussy juices flowed as my pleasure swelled and swelled. My nipples throbbed so much. Sparks of rapture shot through my body. My dick twitched and spasmed. The pressure built and built at the tip. I wanted to surrender to the rapture, to let the ecstasy explode through me.
I closed my eyes, groaning. My ovaries tightened. They had so much futa-cum in there. A near endless stream of the salty treat. I bit my lip, wiggling my hips. I just needed to explode. To fire my cum into the milker.
“Come on,” I whimpered. “Hestia, I'm so closer.”
“Aphrodite, yes!” moaned Rebekah from the stall on my left. “Oh, I love this!”
The machine sucked her girl-cum up her central hose, thick and creamy, mixing in with the milk, making the treat that the women in Austin loved. My pussy clenched. My hands tightened on the bars. I was just so close. On the verge of erupting and...
Take my big futa-cock, sugar, the hungry voice of Cheryl-Lyn drawled through my imagination. That's it. You love it in your pussy, don't you?
I do! Strawberry moaned in my mind. Her round tits jiggled as Cheryl-Lyn fed her massive cock into Strawberry's tight pussy, stretching her open wider and wider. I never knew somethang this good could exist. It's amazin'!
That's right, Cheryl-Lyn moaned. You're my futa-slut.
I shuddered, my stomach twisting in shame at my imagination. The woman I loved was heading out onto the plains with Cheryl-Lyn. The futa would use Strawberry's body, fuck her hard, then return her to the ranch at the end of the day dripping in girl-cum. It would leak out of all of her holes. She would be thoroughly used.
I didn't understand why this shameful imagination made me so horny. It made my dick ache so badly imagining my sweet Strawberry as Cheryl-Lyn's whore. I groaned and gasped, picturing the blonde futa-cowgirl fucking Strawberry so hard, both their tits bouncing and heaving. Their flesh slapping together. They rammed into each other so hard. Their bodies came together with slaps of delight.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Fuck her!”
Why would I say those words? Why would I want my beautiful Strawberry used like this?
But just imagining Cheryl-Lyn stretching out Strawberry's cunt sent me over the edge into my orgasm. I heaved in my stall. My pussy convulsed. My cock erupted. Jizz fired into the machine. The suction cup drank it with greedy passion, sucking down every drop that I fired.
I whimpered as ecstasy rushed through me. That sick twist to my stomach imagining Strawberry with Cheryl-Lyn had me heaving and gasping. My orgasm shot through me with such intensity. I bucked and moaned, my nipples throbbing as the machine milked me. Blast after blast of cum fired from my cock.
Oh, sugar, you got such a hot, tight cunt just writhin' on my big futa-cock! I imagined Cheryl-Lyn moaning as she fucked my Strawberry.
I'm just cummin' so hard on it, gasped Strawberry, her beautiful face twisted in rapture. You're amazin'. Just so wonderful. I want you to keep fuckin' me. To cum in me.
“Yes, yes, cum in her,” I groaned, my shame swelling. This fantasy was so humiliating, and yet my orgasms kept rippling through me.
My pussy convulsed and spasmed, sending waves of bliss through my body. My cock kept erupting. Cum fired over and over from my dick. My ovaries kept it spurting out of me. Each time sent a shock wave of bliss through me. I shuddered, grinding my teeth together as I gripped the bar. My tits jiggled in the suction cups.
So many sensations shuddered through as the image of Cheryl-Lyn fucking Strawberry on the Texan plain grew stronger and stronger in my mind. More and more real. I could hear their flesh slapping together, see the futa's thick dick stretching out my Strawberry's pussy. Every time her shaft withdrew, it was streaked with Strawberry's pussy juices. Pleasure crossed the redhead's face. Her tits heaved as she humped her hips back into the futa's hard thrusts.
I'm gonna flood your cunt with so much jizz, Cheryl-Lyn moaned. It's gonna be drippin' out of you all day.
Yes! Strawberry howled, her body heaving, cumming so hard on that dick.
Ooh, yes, I'm fixin' to flood your cunt. Beg for it!
Cum in me! I want it! I want to be filled with your girl-jizz!
“Yes!” I gasped, another orgasm bursting through me. The machine sucked up my jizz spurting from my cock, mixing it with my breast milk. My breasts throbbed and ached, the pressure so intense. “Cum in her! Jizz her pussy!”
Dizzy lust shot through me as my stomach twisted more. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I fantasized about Cheryl-Lyn ramming her dick to the hilt in Strawberry's pussy. My own girl-cock throbbed in envy.
Yes! Aphrodite, thank you for making this woman my whore! Cheryl-Lyn howled through my imagination as she spurted her cum into Strawberry's pussy.
It's so good! moaned Strawberry. I love being your slut, Cheryl-Lyn.
Course you do, sugar! the futa-cowgirl panted. Ooh, yes, that pussy just milked my cock dry.
“I bet,” I whimpered, my body spasming as another orgasm surged through me.
On and on, I imagined them. Cheryl-Lyn fucked Strawberry from behind doggy-style, both their tits bouncing and swaying. Then she pulled her cock out and had my sweet love lick that big dick clean of pussy juices before ramming it into her tight asshole. Breaking in her cherry bowels. My virgin cunt spasmed so hard. I shuddered a the machine drew out more and more of my cum and breast milk.
I wanted to stop thinking about them having sex, but it made me so hot. Pussy juices slicked my thighs. My cunt never stopped spasming. My pleasure never stopped surging through me. I groaned and whimpered as I imagined them fucking from one position to the next.
Strawberry pinned to the face of a cliff, fucked hard from behind.
Strawberry riding Cheryl-Lyn's cock like a cowgirl-slut.
Strawberry sixty-nining with the futa, sucking on that big cock while Cheryl-Lyn devoured the creampie she made in my sweet Strawberry.
Cum spurted into her mouth, her pussy, her asshole. It sprayed across her heaving tits. It splattered her face.
She dripped in jizz, smiling up at Cheryl-Lyn, moaning, I'm always your slut! Always!
“But I want you to be my girlfriend!” I moaned, shuddering in rapture.
And then the suction died down. The machine turned off.
My heaving passion transformed. Sobs shook my body as my rubber legs collapsed. The suction cups popped off my tits and cock as I fell to my knees. I bent over, my shoulders trembling. Why didn't I just go and talk to her? Beg her not to go out on the plain? Maybe she was here because she liked the kiss.
But I was so scared. And now...
Tears poured down my face. I struggled to breathe over my emotion. I wanted to throw up. And my dick... My dick was still hard. Painfully erect. I could picture her taking that dick from every direction. Cheryl-Lyn would take her out there, find a beautiful spot, and use my Strawberry over and over.
“Come on,” Ms. Young said, her arms around me. They felt so gentle and reassuring. “Let's go.”
I didn't fight her as she lifted me. I felt other eyes on me.
“Is everything okay?” Ester asked, her voice so gentle, the opposite of her futa-wife. “Iseul?”
“I'm fine,” I lied as I struggled to gather myself. But it was so
hard. My heart hurt so much.
“I got her, Ester,” Ms. Young said, her voice firm, broaching no intrusion. “It's not Aphrodite's business.”
“Okay,” Ester said. She reached out and took my hand. She gave me such a supportive smile, a smile that promised she would do anything to help me.
But she wouldn't do the one thing I truly needed: she wouldn't stop her futa-wife from fucking Strawberry. I knew how the Aphrodite's followers worked. They saw sex as no big deal. They were always writhing together, sticking their futa-dicks in whatever holes they could, sharing women with their lovers or striking out to find fun on their own. They lacked any form of jealousy.
Ms. Young led me across the farmyard to the bunkhouse. I leaned on her, my shoulders shaking as my crying slowed. But my cock stayed so damned hard. Why? Why did the idea of Strawberry getting fucked and turned into a futa-slut turn me on so much?
Ms. Young closed the door behind us when we entered our room and guided me to our mussed bed. She set me down on it. Then she pressed up against my side, holding me. She brought her large breasts to my face. Milk still beaded on her pink nipples.
“Drink,” she whispered. “Let Hestia's love calm you through my milk. Soothe you.”
I almost objected. I couldn't act like this in front of Ms. Young. But that nipple was so inviting. And I needed comfort. I opened my mouth, feeling like a baby needing her mother's love. I latched onto my goddess's nipple, feeling that fat nub against my lips.
I latched on, suckled.
Ms. Young groaned as her milk squirted into my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, the creamy delight splashing on my tongue. It tasted so much sweeter than cow milk, and not as thick. It had a melony aftertaste, like cantaloupe, that lingered in my mouth after I swallowed.
I needed more. I nursed with hunger. Every suckle relaxed away the pain. The milk filled my mouth. It warmed my body as it flowed down my throat to my stomach. I squirmed, my dick throbbing against my belly as I shifted, my pussy itching so badly.
“That's it, sweet child,” Ms. Young said, stroking my silky, black hair as I nursed from her teat. “It's okay, just relax.”
I did relax. Nursing her milk soothed me. I shifted, unable to stop. I let my thoughts drift beneath her gentle coos while savoring her warm milk filling my mouth. I swirled it around before swallowing and suckling again.