First collection

Autumn returned after dinner, dressed in his favorite pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. Hilda led him by the hand across the dark pasture to the large industrial barn. Inside was bright and clean, almost sterile. She led him to what appeared to be a small lab room with the words 'Genetic Collections Specialist' stenciled on the opaque glass. Inside the lab room was a small cabinet for safety equipment, and a small refrigerator labeled 'Sample only fridge! Do not store food or drink in this fridge! All samples must be stored here!' in large black letters. The walls were lined with shelves, and in the center of the room was a small bench, with a hole in it, and a chair.

"Sit down, I'll get you caught up!" she said.

Autumn sat down on the stool and watched as she rummaged through some cabinets in the corner. She pulled out a large beaker and handed it to him, along with a pair of rubber gloves and a pair of safety glasses.

"Put these on."

Autumn put the goggles on, while juggling the gloves and the beaker.

He looked up and immediately yelped as he saw Hilda stripping out of her dirty overalls, revealing her muscular body. He stared transfixed at the huge cock that swung between her legs. It was hard and throbbing with excitement.

"Are you okay?" she asked him, concern evident in her voice. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Uh, yeah, um, I'm fine." Autumn blushed. The embarrassment was plain as the nose on his face, but Hilda smiled, relieved, and took a seat on the tall bench. She lined herself up with a wide hole in the center of the bench and then leaned forwards, until she was lying on her belly. Autumn had an unimpeded view of the swinging cock, dangling through the hole in the bench, already twitching and leaking onto the sterile linoleum floor.

"You know what to do, right?"

Autumn nodded dumbly.

"Good. Get in there and get your sample."

Autumn hesitated. "Um, do you want to do it, or me?"

Hilda laughed, "You're the genetic collections specialist, aren't ya?"

Autumn blushed again and slipped on the rubber gloves, eager to obey the buxom beauty on the milking bench. He walked over to her and set the beaker down on the floor beneath her waiting cock. On his knees, and so close he could reach out and lick it if he wanted, the smell was intoxicating. He reached forward with one trembling hand to grab the throbbing, twitching shaft, before him. He slid his fingers around the base and slowly began to work his hand up and down its length.

Hilda moaned softly, "That's it, baby, milk me."

Autumn complied, reaching out with his other hand. His pulse quickened.

"Oh fuck that feels good." Hilda groaned. "Fuck, I'm already getting close. We haven't had a collections specialist in over a mooonth"

As Autumn worked her cock he could feel her body begin to tense. Her cock swelled even larger. His own cock was rock hard in his pants. The smell of leaking pre-cum was intoxicating. The pace of his breathing increased, becoming a rapid shallow pant.

"Here it comes, baby, milk it!"

Hilda gripped the bench with both hands, grinding her hips into the bench and thrusting her cock down through the hole into the beaker. A stream of thick cream shot from her tip and splattered against the glass wall. He continued to jerk her cock, shooting sticky ropes of cum until the beaker began to over flow onto the clean white floor. He stood trembling holding the beaker, bringing it over to the counter, adding a label and placing it in the fridge.