Women go outside, like animals

Standing in the bathroom Thomas suddenly realised he could hear Bianca’s delicate erotic moans still, only now, they were coming from… outside?

He stepped up to the bathroom window and tried to peer out, but he couldn’t make out where the sound was coming from and the bathroom didn’t have the best view anyway. His curiosity overwhelming him, he didn’t even wash his hands before rushing back to his room, pulling on a sweater and boots before he traipsed down the stairs, trying to follow the sound.

He walked through the living room, where Kyle was sat with a newspaper and looked up at him with a neutral yet challenging stare. “Good Morning Thomas” he said with no pleasantries at all.

“Where’s Bianca?” Thomas asked, not even bothering to look at his house mate.

“I think she’s milking herself…” Kyle answered slowly.

“Where?”

“Where do you think genius?” Kyle said irritably.

Thomas gave up and headed through the house to the back door, there was a little table set up he’d never seen before, and on top of it was a kind of bowl that seemed to currently contain a pair of frilly purple panties. Thomas had no idea if they were Bianca’s or not, but he assumed they were. Below that on a number of shelves were empty milk containers, a shelf full of female toiletries and a couple of wash cloths.

He opened the back door and stared in something between shock, awe and excitement simply at the demonstration of his own corrupting power. Before their modest house had had a poorly maintained patch of grass that could barely be called a ‘lawn’, now the entire space had completely changed.

Furthest from the house, in the back corner of the garden, was a simple sand pit, bordered with some kind of low wooden walls on the side facing him, it’s back to the high walls of their yard. A little path ran from the backdoor all the way to it. As far as he could tell it was otherwise entirely exposed to the world.

“No way…” Thomas said, spinning on the spot to stare, open-mouthed, as he caught sight of Bianca, or more accurately the sight of her ass, pussy and legs. The girl was ‘stood’ doubled over inside some kind of open fronted, wood-framed building; it was small, with barely enough room inside for the front half of her naked body and the white porcelain milking tray he recognised.

Bianca’s entire lower half was left outside of the little shed, her ass stuck out of the frame like she was presenting it to him, Nick’s name across one cheek, like she was deliberately keeping her legs straight and parted wide, up on her toes and arching her back. Thomas could also see that her sex was puffy, red and swollen… he’d never seen a woman’s body get in to a state like that, she was glistening with wetness!

Inside the gloomy interior he could just about make out the back of Bianca’s head, bobbing in time with the little moans she was making. Below her he could make out the ministrations of her hands, squeezing each of her tits rhythmically, like she was in a hurry; the little jets of milk squirted into the tray and then trickled down to a container below.

Thomas’ cock jumped in joy as he just stared, he guessed she didn’t know he was here, and that she would’ve probably been absolutely mortified to discover he was watching her. Bianca for her part was just **** to get her milking over with so she could get back inside to the safety of her room. She was just grateful that Thomas had still been asleep when she’d come down here.

To one side of the wooden framed building was a kind of modest pond or little pool of water, it was constructed with natural rocks all around it and a simple enough water feature fed a little waterfall on one side. There was also some kind of weird plastic spout emerging from what he now realised was a fake rock and it took Thomas a moment to understand that the plastic spout was a soap dispenser.

Thomas had to bite his own tongue and practically wrestle himself to turn and head back inside. What had he done?!

He closed the back door excitedly and rushed back past Kyle,

"How did the search go?" he asked sarcastically as Thomas ran past him, "find her in the milking shed?" Kyle had **** himself to pretend saying that felt normal to him. Just using the words 'milking shed' when talking about the girls felt so alien to him, but he knew it was how things were meant to be.

Thomas blanked him completely, bounded up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door. He needed to research this.