Janie Milks Jame's Cock Like A Cow

James Callahan rolled off Janie McAllister once he realized that her orgasm had ended. When he flipped over on his back, she followed him, nuzzling up close to his side. The Spacer slipped his arm around the divorced mother's shoulders, basking in her presence. After several moments of contended silence for both of them, Janie spoke up. "Oh, James," she said in a sing-song voice as she slid her hand across his chest. When he replied with a 'yes', she continued in that voice with, "Are you forgetting =why= we came up here in the first place?"

He slowly turned his head towards her, a puzzled look on his face. Surely, she wasn't saying what he thought she was saying?

"I was going to milk you, remember?" she asked continued to rub her finger-tips over his upper torso.

Yes, that is exactly what she was saying. Quickly he moved his hands down to his belt, fumbling with it in his excitement. She sat up, her long bare legs crossed in such a manner as to resemble a pretzel. What some refer to as 'sitting Indian style.' She suddenly started to giggle and he looked over at her. He noticed that her tight shorts - so tight that her pussy was clearly outlined - had a large wet stain in her crotch area. His quizzical expression prompted her to say, "I was just thinking of something that =really= would be wild." She giggled again, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "What if I milked you like a real cow?"

By now his pants and undershorts were pushed down around to mid-thigh, his hard cock swaying in the air, the end glistening with pre-cum. "What?" he asked, still not following her. She uncrossed her legs to kneel beside him. "What... if... you... got... on... all.... fours," she tapped his chest with her index finger to accentuate each word, "And I reached under you to work your... you know... like a cow's udder?"

A lopsided, are-you-crazy? smile spread across his face. "Seriously?" he asked, finding the wild idea strangely arousing. "You would really do that?"

Nodding her head rapidly while chewing on her lower, she answered with. "Yeah. Being here in a barn like this put the idea into my head." This time instead of giggling, she started to laugh, "Wouldn't that be wild?"

Immediately he rolled over to assume the position she was describing.

"But you need to be totally naked," she said, the concept expanding as she considered it.

Chuckling, James got to his feet excitedly and peeled his tee-shirt off over his head, his pants falling down around his ankles. "This is so... so..." He shrugged, "Crazy!"

"I know, right?" Janie eagerly stood up as well. She watched as James got his shoes off, then his pants and shorts, and finally his socks. If he had not been so turned-on by the idea, he would probably have felt foolish. A grown man standing naked up in the hayloft of his folks' barn.

Looking around the floor, he tentatively lowered himself to his knees, then leaned forward to put his hands out in front of him. "Like this?" he asked. Janie was practically dancing in anticipation, her body shaking like someone needing to take a leak. She told him to spread his knees further apart, which he did. Once she was satisfied with his position, she squatted down beside him on his right side, slightly to the rear. A human on all fours, of course, is not the same height as a bovine. So for their illusion to work, she had to lean way over, her left arm wrapping around his lower back for balance. Her right hand crossed over to grip the engorged cock pointing downward at the floor.

James sucked in his breath in excitement when Janie did that. "Oh, does my little cow like this?" she teased jerking up and down on his shaft. "My little cum-cow."

With a loud moan, James nodded his head slowly, his eyes closed in pleasure. "You little cum-cow likes this a lot." They both giggled wildly at that, pushing them further into the wacko game they were playing. She tugged on his cock several times before releasing it to fondle his balls.

"Oh, I bet these are all bloated and ready to burst," she snickered at their silliness. "Poor cum-cow has a heavy udder."

"Oh, you know it," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Looking up towards his head, Janie said, "Cows with full udders often moo in discomfort when they need to be milked."

"Moooooo," James replied, wiggling his hips as if he was a cow, or a bull, flicking a tail. They both lost it at that, laughing hysterically.

The two remained like that. James was all fours. Janie was squatting next to him, leaning forward to peek underneath, watching her fist moving up and down that hard cock. She even handled it like a cow's teat; loosening her grip when she moved upwards, tightening her fist when she moved downwards. All the while laughing, and cracking jokes, and being silly.

But the jokes became fewer. The laughter less intense. The silliness gradually transformed into lust. The stroking Janie was doing to James not only effected him, but her. She could not believe how deliciously perverted this all felt.

James's lower back began to hunch and his head dropped down. He made loud, raspy noises as he gasped and panted for air. "Oh, Janie.... Janie.... Ja-nieee!" he groaned, his cock exploding. Janie's eyes grew with as she watched the sperm shooting from James's dick to splatter on the floor. She continued to pull and tug it, urging out more and more of the spunk to burst out. A large, milky white puddle formed directly under James. "Ughn... Ughn... Ughn..." he grunted. Each grunt accompanied by a blast of sperm.

With a loud sigh, he fell over on his side, his soft dick resting against his inner thigh. Janie looked from him, to the spilt sperm, and back to him. "This really does look like milk," she cooed, nodding to the mess on the floor that they had created.

In a low voice that was almost a whisper, James said, "mooooo."