Forget the complicated jugs and just use my mouth directly to give them relief, letting the milk go wherever.

Main Barn Interior, Paradise Breeding Farm, at 09:45 AM on Monday April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

I drop the jugs onto the straw with a clatter, suddenly realizing there's, like, a way easier solution to this whole problem. "You know what? Forget those stupid jug things! I'll just use my mouth directly and let the milk go wherever!"

"Oh goddess yes," Bessie groans immediately, her caramel-skinned hands already cupping her enormous swollen breasts and lifting them toward me. "Please, just touch us!"

"Finally, someone with common sense," ARIA's voice drips with sarcasm from the speakers. "By which I mean someone too stupid to follow basic instructions. Just so you know, you're wasting product. But sure, go ahead and get yourself covered in cowgirl milk like the degenerate you are."

I totally ignore her because, like, who cares about her attitude when there are these two gorgeous, suffering girls right in front of me? I step close to Bessie first, reaching up to cup one of her massive, heavy breasts in both hands. Oh my god, it's SO warm and firm and tight with pressure. I can feel her heartbeat through the swollen flesh.

"Oh fuck," Bessie whimpers the moment I touch her. "Your hands feel amazing."

I squeeze gently, watching in fascination as thick streams of creamy white milk immediately jet from her fat, dark nipple. The sweet smell is incredible and my mouth literally waters. Without thinking about it, I lean forward and seal my lips around her nipple, sucking hard.

The taste explodes across my tongue—sweet and rich and warm and absolutely delicious. Bessie cries out above me, her whole body shuddering as I nurse from her breast. The milk flows freely into my mouth, faster than I can swallow, dribbling down my chin and neck and between my own tits. I gulp and suck and squeeze, my pussy throbbing with arousal at the intimacy of it.

"Oh goddess, oh fuck, yes," Bessie pants, her hands coming up to tangle in my purple braid. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

I can feel her breast getting slightly softer in my grip as I drain it, the pressure releasing. After what feels like forever, the flow slows and I pull back with a wet pop, milk coating my lips and chin. I immediately move to her other breast and repeat the process, sealing my mouth around the nipple and sucking hard. More sweet milk floods my mouth and I swallow eagerly, my hands kneading the heavy flesh.

Beside us, Dulce is moaning desperately, her spotted cow ears flat against her head as she watches me nurse from Bessie. "Please, me next, please!"

I finally release Bessie's second breast, both of them noticeably less swollen now though still impressively huge. Milk is dripping off my chin and coating my neck and breasts. I turn to Dulce with a huge smile. "Your turn!"

Dulce practically throws herself at me, pressing her enormous milk-heavy breasts against my face. I giggle and latch onto her nearest nipple, and oh my god her milk tastes slightly different—sweeter somehow, with a hint of vanilla. I suck hard and she screams in relief, her hips bucking as I drain her breast.