Milking the cow

Molly's Aunt Ruth meets her at the bus stop. As Ruth hugs Molly, she feels Molly's body shaking in her arms. She also senses a slight odor emanating from the young woman's clothes.

"Why, Molly," says Ruth, "you're shaking, child. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Aunt Ruth," says Molly. "I'm just tired from the trip."

"It must have been a long and wearisome one, too," says Ruth. "You smell like you haven't changed in days. When we get to the house, you take a good bath before going to bed."

"O.K., Aunt Ruth," says Molly. She lifts her suitcase and walks with Ruth to her car.

Back at the farm house, Ruth informs Molly that her Uncle Ben has gone to his brother's farm in another county to help bring in a crop of soybeans.

"He'll be gone till next week," says Ruth, "so we'll have to double up on some of the chores. Before he left, he hired some hands who'll be around off and on to do some of the heavier type work. I'll wake you in the morning before breakfast."

Molly finishes her bath. It was a welcome feeling letting her body soak for a while in the warm soapy water, both in calming her nerves as well as in cleansing away traces of her experience on the bus. It seemed also to help her forget that anything had ever happened. She is convinced now, that she simply fell asleep in her seat and had a most naughty dream. However, she cannot get over how real it seemed, or the fact that it was the first dream of its kind. She concludes that it must have been the sandwich she ate at the cafe which caused her to have such a dream.

Molly is lying half awake in her bed the next morning, smelling the pleasant odor of breakfast cooking downstairs. She hears and feels the morning breeze coming through the open window to her room. But there is something else she hears from outside, or thinks she hears. It sounds like voices on the front porch. One seems like her Aunt Ruth's, while the other sounds almost like that of Joseph. Could he be one of the hands that Ruth mentioned would be working on the farm that week?

Molly's heart begins to beat faster, and she feels the pressure of her teeth on her lower lip. The thought that he would be there all week, constantly reminding her of her dream, made her nervous. Or perhaps, if it was not a dream but a real happening, would he try to do something else to her, something even more naughty? The thoughts going through her mind are strangely causing the swelling to return to her crotch. Molly fights the sensation beginning to build within her vagina, the same sensation she felt on the bus, as Joseph's hand slid up her leg and under her dress. She is trying desparately to remove Joseph's probing hand from her mind, when she hears Ruth's voice calling from downstairs.

"Molly," calls Ruth.

"Yes," calls back Molly. "Coming." Molly puts on her robe and walks to the head of the stairs.

"Molly," says Ruth, "I have to drive over to Bentonville to pick up some things. After you finish your breakfast, I need you to milk the cow for me. Everything's out in the barn, and you'll find old Nellie in her stall."

"How long will you be gone?" asks Molly.

"Well," says Ruth, "it's about a half hour's drive to and from there. I should be back before you're finishing milking. Oh, by the way, there's a man that'll be working on the tractor all morning. His name's Danny. I'll see you, when I get back."

Molly finishes her breakfast and heads for the barn. She is wearing a sun dress over which she has tied an apron. As she approaches the barn, she sees the tractor parked near its rear, and there is a black man with his back to her, adjusting something on its engine. She is relieved to discover that the man looks nothing like Joseph.

After entering the barn and finding Nellie in her stall, Molly retrieves the milking stool and pail and positions herself beside the cow. She begins squeezing the tits two at a time, causing streams of milk to squirt into the pail, slowly filling it. She has emptied two or three pails into the milk canister, before returning to fill the last one. As she continues to work the udder, her mind wonders back to the bus ride. She cannot remove from her thoughts the image and feel of Joseph's hand rubbing her crotch, nor can she stop thinking about the hugeness of his penis bulging from his pants leg. The naughty part of her is persistent, so she gives in to its desire and lets her mind swim in the pool of her memory.

Now, the several tits of the udder become in her hands like soft little penises. She strokes them in the way that Joseph made her stroke his. She feels the sticky milk dripping from her fingers, reminding her of the creamy white liquid streaming from the other man's long dark penis as he stroked himself in the moonlight. The swelling within her panties returns. As it increases, her vagina pulsates in rhythm with her pounding heart. She inserts one of her hands, dripping with milk, under her skirt and begins rubbing and squeezing the lips of her vagina. She comes across the stiffness of her clitoris and is moved by its sensitivity to her touch. Continuing to squeeze one of the cow's tits with her other hand, she presses and rubs the fabric of her panties up and down and into her pussy. The slight rocking motion of her pelvis on the stool adds to the stimulation.

Suddenly, she is aware of someone watching her. She nervously turns her head and sees Danny leaning against a post in the barn. His overalls are hanging down and barely clinging to his thighs. He is watching her, his eyes half closed and his thick lips slightly parted. His heavy breathing is in rhythm with his hand as it slowly strokes his thick black penis. Molly's eyes are on his penis now, and the rubbing of her crotch slows to keep pace with Danny's stroking. She feels her mouth water, causing her to swallow. Then, after licking her lips, she unconsciously lets her jaw slowly drop, while her own breathing becomes heavy.

She imagines Danny's penis being magnified, coming in closer to her and headed straight for her wide open mouth. As she imagines it slowly entering her mouth, she feels the pulsations in her vagina becoming sharper. The sensation is similar to what she felt on the bus, but now she cannot tell if the wetness in her panties comes from the milk on her hand or from herself. Continuing to stroke the cow's tit and rub herself, she feels the build up of wetness in the palms of both her hands, and at the same time imagines Danny filling her mouth with his creamy juices.

Suddenly, there is a car horn sounding from near the farmhouse. Molly turns with a gasp to see Ruth's car pulling up to the house. She quickly turns back to look for Danny, but halfway around knocks the pail of milk over. The spillage creeps across the ground, but is soon slowed and absorbed by the dust. Molly looks up to find Danny no longer leaning against the post. Then, she hears the cranking of the tractor engine.

Ruth enters the barn and sees the spilt milk. Molly is holding the pail and stares up at Ruth.

"Sorry, Aunt Ruth," says Molly. "I guess I was startled by the car horn and didn't see what I was doing."

"That's O.K., baby," says Ruth. "How much were you able keep?"

"The canister was nearly full," says Molly, "before the accident."

"I guess that'll be enough for now," says Ruth. "Come on to the house and help me unload the car."

As Molly follows Ruth, she hears the engine of the tractor being revved up. She feels a slight vibration in her crotch which seems almost to be in resonance with the tractor's undulating pitch. But even after the tractor's engine has wound down to a soft idle, Molly continues to feel the revving of its engine inside her.