Milking Duchess
Milking Duchess
I wrote this story on the 3rd of January 2006, and it's my first contribution to Yiffstar. I hope people like it!
"So you can't get back then? But why? Well I'm pretty sure the train isn't the only w-... Well ok, see you in a week."
Sandy slammed the phone down angrily, knowing full well that she wasn't being rational. Colin was held up, and there was no way he could have planned for a rail staff strike. Given, he could get the bus, but as he'd paid for the train tickets already...
She frowned. He could be so tight sometimes; always nervous to loosen the purse strings. He couldn't even spend a little extra cash to get home to his gorgeous wife, even though she was apparently the most important person in the world. Evidently, getting home quickly and taking advantage of her heat was not in his list of priorities.
As she walked outside, she remembered that she had foreseen this when he left for the dairy foods conference. It was important to their family dairy farm business, sure - but still irritating nonetheless that he had to go. As a result, she'd been in heat for nearly 10 days now without him - it was enough to drive her insane.
A lesser vixen would have been worried, either that Colin was "playing away" or that he didn't want to be with her - not so with Sandy. She saw the look on his face every time she removed the last remnants of her clothes; the way she saw his eyes (and other parts of his body for that matter) perk up at the sight of her slender, naked body. She wasn't terribly thin, nor plump, but a pleasing mix of curves, underneath silken orange and cream fur. Her eyes a deep shade of blue, with legs topped by thighs that were like a vice, she could be a vile temptress, and she knew it. Topping off her figure were her tender breasts, not massive but certainly perky, with nipples of a perfect shape; breasts in fact that were ill contained by her dairy smock.
The vixen walked towards the dairy barn, to start her day's milking. It was a sunny day, with a slight gust of wind, that threatened to blow her smock up over her shoulders if she didn't hold it, which, in itself, wouldn't have been too bad, as the farm was miles from the nearest dwelling in the area. Even so, someone might be around, and Sandy was brought up better than to flash her panties at just anyone that came along.
As she walked into the dairy barn she could smell all the usual scents that would be familiar to anyone on a farm. Crunching straw underfoot, she picked up a bucket from near the entrance, and after rinsing it out with a tap that Colin had plumbed in the previous summer, she walked past each of the stalls in turn addressing the cows.
"Hello Gertrude, hi Mary, hey P-" She stopped speaking suddenly, looking into the 4th stall to see the cow shuffling about nervously.
"What's wrong Duchess?" A quick examination revealed the answer; her udders were full to bursting, almost dribbling milk, even with the small movements Duchess was making. Sandy was overwhelmed with pity, and immediately ran to get a stool, before sitting it down next to the cow to start her work. Placing the bucket beneath her, Sandy said to the cow,
"Don't worry girl, I'll make you feel all better soon enough. Us girls have to stick together, don't we?" She laughed at her own joke; knowing of course that the excess milk was probably caused by Duchess being in heat too. She realised that made two of them, Duchess, and Agnes in the stall now next to her. She'd need to recommend to Colin when he returned that they put them out in the pasture with Thunder, their tame bull.
Anyway, that didn't matter to her right now, and quickly, her mind wandered as she started the familiar task of milking, hearing the normal 'squirt, squirt' sound as she gently massaged the cow's udders.
Everything was normal on this very normal day of work for Sandy so far; nothing too out of the ordinary had happened to her, however, that was all about to change.
Despite still being very full, after a few minutes of milking, Sandy wasn't able to massage out of Duchess any more milk. Experienced to know that Duchess definitely wasn't done, she decided to keep going, in the hopes that it was just a little hiccup (which wasn't too uncommon). She kept massaging the udder, in the normal way, but with no results. Soon she realised that she would have to pull a little harder.
Sandy started to up the pace, pulling a little harder and faster than normal, but Duchess had broken out in a sweat, and gripping onto the udders became difficult. Eventually, Sandy was merely sliding her hand around a single udder, which was becoming harder with the pressure of Duchess' milk, but still, she was getting nothing.
She was worried about hurting the cow, but at the same time, curious as to what was going on. She grasped more firmly, less, quicker, slower, but nothing worked. Eventually she had an idea; she would have to try and suck the milk like a calf did - perhaps then she could get Duchess going again.
Sandy moved the stool and the bucket, and kneeled down next to the cow, lowering her head down to the height of the udders. To do this, she had to move her knees back, and raise her behind into the air, exposing (to no-one in particular) the white, silken panties she wore under her smock.
As Sandy moved her head forward, and started to press her lips to the udder, the erotic nature of what she was doing hit her like a sledgehammer. Her heat, which was still burning between her thighs, wouldn't allow her to get the sexual nature of what she was doing out of her mind. Anthro or not, she was pleasing another animal with her mouth, on her hands and knees.
She started to suck the teat, and almost immediately became aroused by the action. She rocked her head backwards and forwards, snaking her vulpine tongue over the now very hard udder, and as she did so, she felt her sex burn with lust. She needed Colin, why wasn't he here? Well in any case, she was certainly having fun without him.
She hardly started to notice herself moving faster and faster, and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Duchess had started to get restless, and was clip-clopping her front hooves against the ground; throwing her head back in what you could only describe as sheer ecstasy at the actions of the fox.
Then, Sandy could swear for a moment, in between the pleasure from the cow, and the burning of the inferno between her legs, she could feel a cold touch on her rear. She ignored it at first, but started to wonder when she could feel her smock being gently lifted over her rear, followed by a pleasing feeling of cold air - her panties were down, and she knew it, but at this point she didn't care - what she was feeling in herself had now overtaken any reason she had. Then she felt it.
"Ohhh!!" She moaned, arching her back, as she felt something cold and wet rub across her clit, probing her slit, which was now hot and dripping wet. Waves of ecstasy drove through her as she broke away, turning her head around to see Agnes' head over the stall, tongue extended towards her rear, trying to reach her pussy.
She stood up, her knees a little shaky, and stroked Agnes's head.
"When I said us girls need to stick together, you really took it to heart didn't you?" She smiled, but then, amidst the unbridled horniness she now felt, she remembered she had done this all for a reason, and turned back to Duchess.
"Okay girl, the gloves are off now. Let's get you squirting", she said, as a wicked idea occurred to her. Duchess was hard, and full of a hot white sticky liquid, just waiting to burst. And she needed cock - now.
Quickly, she turned, and lowering herself down, backed up almost under the cow, then feeling between her legs for the hardest teat, she found it quickly and gave it a friendly squeeze.
"Now girl, time for you to help me as much as I'm helping you." Then, with an almighty shove, she slipped the teat deep into her pussy, and then clamped down on it with her muscles. She stopped for a moment, feeling whole from the "cock" she'd created for herself, and then set to work.
Sandy started to move her ass backwards and forwards, with a little twist in between she did for Colin, which usually drove him wild. The noise that Duchess started to make from this undoubtedly showed her consent. She squeezed her muscles every few seconds for the cow's benefit too, quickly becoming a vixen milking machine, but still, no milk!
"Oh no girl, you're not holding off on me - I'm going to have you squirting!!" Sandy yelled, as her pussy started to reach boiling point, pleasure from it causing her legs to shiver and her nipples to stay hard. Her breasts started to swing backwards and forwards with the pace she was going, banging off her chest with every thrust onto the cow.
hen Sandy moved her left hand, and pressed her forehead to the ground, and looking between her legs, could see the smallest dribble of milk coming from the teats she wasn't fucking. This was accompanied by a loud slopping sound with each motion she made.
"You ready to come girl? Because I am!" Sandy's left hand found her way to her clit, and as she started to rub, her inner muscles started to contract involuntarily, squeezing the cow's teat many times every few seconds. Duchess howled, slowly getting louder, as Sandy, long ago deaf to any noise around her, started to moan, the first sensations of orgasm wracking her with pleasure.
Then, it was too much for Duchess! The fullness, the pressure, the pleasure from the mistress beneath her - her ruse had worked, and she couldn't hold it in any longer.
Sandy cried out in pleasure from the orgasm that ripped through her body like a tsunami. Her legs were numb, her breasts on fire, her pussy a raging inferno of pleasure; and then, when she thought it was almost over, Duchess gave way, and filled her up with hot milk, as well as squirting it over her ass and the bottom of the stall. Sandy was drenched the in the strands of the stick white fluid, but was in no position to care, as the cow's milk rocked her body with a second orgasm!
Sandy awoke several minutes later, from duchess licking her face - she'd completely passed out from the second wind that she'd just had. Pushing the cow's tongue away, she stood up, milk dribbling out of her pussy, and still warm, flowing down her thighs to her feet.
She looked at Duchess, who she could swear was smiling. Then, she realised something even more earth shattering: She was still horny, and still desperately needed cock. Looking down at Duchess, she said,
"I guess you're likely to be spent, right girl?" Duchess mooed in response. Then, turning to Agnes, she smiled again, this time with a fire in her eyes that could tempt even the most pious of ministers.
"So, you like to lick pussy huh?"