Best. Present. EVER!

Ginger gasped loudly, her breasts bouncing slightly due to the sharp intake of breath. Of course, now it made sense! These bottle thingies, they were suction cups! And all that strange mechanical stuff, that had to be what made the milker go! With a giant smile, Ginger pulled Lily down towards her, planting her plump lips on the bull morph's and pressing her overflowing boobs against Lily as they began to make out as if they didn't need to breathe. As she felt Lily's tumescent cock push into her thigh, Ginger moaned hotly into her bull's mouth, writhing on her lounger as their bodies grew slick with her milk.

"You know, while you two swap spit, I'll take care of Crystal and myself." Micaela's remark barely registered with Ginger as Lily began to caress the cow morphs swollen udder, teasing the stiff teats with gentle fingers. "I mean, there's only one way that's going to end, so I'll just go ahead and... they're not exactly listening, are they?"

"Nope!" Crystal had pretty much the same grin on her face as Ginger, her large eyes fixed on the milkers and practically sparkling with glee. She began rocking in her lounger, trying to reach one of the milkers, but her foursome of breasts and her udder were almost too heavy to move when they were empty. Filled nearly to capacity, they left Crystal completely incapacitated. "Uhm, little help, pleeease~?"

"Sure," Micaela replied, rolling her eyes at Crystal's helpless flailing. It made the holstein latina glad she only had four tits to worry about. "Let me just..."

The latina got to hooking up all eight teats on Crystal's body to two of the milkers, the massive nipples already erect and leaking in anticipation - the lubrication was making the job easier and harder at the same time. Getting the milking cups on was no problem, getting them to stay on was. At least until they would switch on the milkers. Micaela's cursing and Crystal's mewling mixed with the wet noises from the other lounger where Ginger was sucking on her bull's cock with abandon, both hands grasping Lily's length and running along the pulsing shaft even as Ginger's throbbing nipples dribbled milk - but servicing her bull was more important right now.

Of course, that was something that Crystal and Micaela had seen quite often in the short time the herd had existed and even participated in. While Crystal was envious and Micaela tried not to be, they respected Ginger's right as first of the herd to have their bull all for herself - after all, it meant the holstein latina and her massively overendowed herd-sister could be the first to break in the milkers. The milking cups finally properly secured, or at least well enough that they would stay on Crystal's engorged teats until the milker was switched on and suction would do the rest, Micaela stepped over to the two milkers connected to her herd sister and gave the other cow morph a pointed look.

"You ready? I have no idea how that's going to feel, but..."

"It's going to feel awesome!" The holstein latina could have sworn she could see stars of excitement twinkle in Crystal's eyes. "C'mon, C'mon, switch 'em on!"

"Alright, here goes noth--"

"MyoooOOOH!"

The rising, keening moo emanating from Crystal's throat made even Ginger and Lily look over from where the cow morph had her massive bust wrapped around her bull's cock, milk and pre giving ample lubrication for a languid titfuck - which was now halted for a few seconds as they marveled at the thick streams of milk spurting from Crystal's four sloshing tits and her massive udder as the milkers chugged along.

"Oooh, I wanna try tooo~..." Ginger cooed as she saw Crystal go limp, the blonde cow morph's eyes rolling up as lowing moans washed over her lips. Her arms dangled from the lounger, suction and vibration turning her every muscle to relaxed goo. But as enticing as it looked, there was something more important on Ginger's mind. "After you pump me full of your bull swimmers, of course!"

And with that, Ginger leaned back on the lounger, her bull's throbbing shaft slipping out of her milk-slick cleavage, and spread her legs. Her overly full udder hid Ginger's pussy for now, but Lily was more than able to lift it out of the way to get to the dripping snatch aching for her massive, flared shaft. Micaela gazed at it longingly, remembering how it had felt to have her pussy spread wide when she'd first become part of the herd, only to turn crimson and look away in embarrassment when Ginger's squeal of delight at being filled broke her reverie. The four erect teats on the holstein latina's own prodigious orbs had begun to leak again, reminding Micaela that the third milker was still unoccupied.

Crystal wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and the milkers were running smoothly, milk sloshing and gurgling into their storage tanks. Micaela threw one last, jealous glance at where Ginger was mewling and moaning and mooing with every languid stroke pushing towards her center, the pressure of Lily's body against her udder sending four thin arcs of cream through the air rhythmically, and then the holstein latina went to get another lounger with a sigh. Her snatch twitched and winked, drooling clear strands of liquid lust - she so desperately wanted to be filled again...

But as it was, she had to settle for the next best thing. Setting up the lounger next to Crystal so the other cow morph was between her and the rutting Ginger and Lily, Micaela gathered the milking cups and began fitting them over her own fat nipples, the four teats just as erect and ready in anticipation as Crystal's had been. Shivering as the rubber seals slid over her throbbing pleasure nubs, Micaela couldn't suppress a moan, the first squirts of milk shooting into the cups and sloshing around with her heaving breaths when the cool rubber finally sat flush against the holstein latina's swollen areolae.

"Fffuuck~..." Even the gentle pressure on all four of her nipples sent pleasant tingles through Micaela. She was almost scared to switch on the milker - but in the end, excitement won out. Flicking the stainless steel switch, Micaela went rigid for a second as intense sensations raced through her, blanking out her mind, the latina's world shrinking to four white-hot points of pleasure flooding her entire body with bliss. "Mgh-gghg-moooOOH~!"

Every bit of tension melted away within seconds, leaving the holstein latina to collapse back onto the lounger, luxuriating in the gentle suction, the soft vibrations, the way the pressure inside her fat milkers diminished as thick streams of milk gushed forth... it was all she could do. A mirror of Crystal next to her, Micaela gasped and moaned and mooed, twitching whenever the milking cycle reached its peak. It felt as if four smooth mouths were sucking on her thick teats, greedy and unrelenting and unbearably exquisite.

"Mhuh-muh-muhmooOO~!"

Micaela's pussy winked incessantly, drooling a steady stream of femcum onto the lounger. It ached to be filled, even just to be touched, but the holstein latina couldn't lift a finger, bliss sapping her strength almost entirely. It proved to her once again that her foursome of breasts was positively dangerous - and that Ginger had been right. Milking was the best thing right after sex, and in fact so close behind that it practically shared the first spot for best sensation ever.

Of course, all this evaluating took place in the tiny place of Micaela's mind that still functioned properly, the rest completely overwhelmed with lust. As her swollen milkers were slowly emptied, the holstein latina lowed and mooed, the release of her thick cream going beyond just sexually stimulating. It was as if an instinctual drive was being fulfilled, and Micaela's eyes fluttered closed, jaw hanging almost completely slack, a happy smile tugging at her lips.

She wasn't even twitching anymore, all four breasts slowly settling lower on her rib-cage and upper stomach as they released their creamy bounty. All Micaela could do was breathe - or rather moan - and enjoy the seemingly neverending sensations. Her weighty tits became gradually lighter, their taut skin softer, every last one of her four nipples pulsing with pleasure as they were sucked deeper into the milking cups, Micaela's areolae bulging behind them softly.

As the tips of her teats began to brush against the ends of the milking cups, Micaela couldn't help but arch her back, instinctively trying to push her sensitive breasts against her lovers' mouths, even though there were none. Not that the holstein cow morph's mind was in any place to process anything but bliss and how to feel more pleasure, milk this milking for all it was worth. Of course, she didn't have to do anything, the mindless, endless suction of the milker draining her more than enough for ever-building lust.

"Muh-mooo--ghmooOOOH!" Micaela's lowing sounds of pleasure rose in volume, her legs twitching and kicking helplessly as her hands grasped at nothing - the holstein felt a big one coming, a boob-gasm, a milk-gasm that would surely reduce her to a twitching, mooing mess. And she was entirely unable to resist or prepare for it in any way... "Moo--moo--mooOOOOOOH!"

With a rising, squealing moo of pure pleasure, Micaela finally climaxed, pussy clamping down powerfully, rhythmically, sending squirts of femcum all over her lounger. But even as she writhed and twitched in bliss, the milker didn't let up, mechanically sucking and pumping and draining - the holstein could barely breathe as her nipples were ceaselessly stimulated, the sensitive teats throbbing and jerking as milk gushed from them incessantly. It just didn't stop... not Micaela's milk nor her climax...

Of course, even this seemingly neverending orgasm had to find its end. Micaela's head lolled sideways, tongue hanging from her lips as a last, whispering moo escaped her, strength entirely drained - unlike her breasts. Though they were diminished, the milker still sucked spurt after spurt of heavy cream from the holstein's udders, sending weak twitches through her body. Micaela's mind was still blank, her body too drained to even move, to switch off her milker.

Next to her, the holstein latina could see Crystal in the throes of her own climax, breasts and udder wobbling and jiggling as the cow morph mewled and mooed helplessly - although the huge smile on her soft face showed that she was undeniably enjoying the milking. Not that Micaela hadn't - she still was, in fact. But the cow morph also felt her arousal begin to mount again...