She stays as she is while the family eats

I watched in silence as Kimberly considered her options. With her family seated only about ten feet away from her there seemed no way she could just slip away unnoticed. If she revealed herself they would doubtless be shocked that she had consented to be put in this position. Hell, if they thought she bought the cow print bikini herself then they’d also suspect she probably planned for this. Wanted it. Like some kind of depraved slut. So she kept the mask on, and didn’t say a word.

I grabbed the bucket of her breast milk and carried it over to the others. Each one in turn raised their glass and let me fill it to the brim. I accepted their thanks graciously as the last drop slipped from the rim of the metal bucket into Jenny’s tall glass. Annette had her glass to her lips already. She let out a contented moan as she enjoyed the flavour.

I turned back to my cow to thank her for being so productive. I was disappointed, however, to see that she was starting to shuffle on the spot, turning away from the picnic.

That wouldn’t do.

“Come now, a good milker should want to see the fruits of her labour,” I said, walking back to her. Once more I took her by the ponytail and guided her so that she was facing directly towards her family. I set the pail down and bent on one knee. I leaned in close to whisper into her rubber cow ear.

“See how delighted you’ve made them?” I asked. My right hand let go of her ponytail and traced a slow line back along her spine.

Delighted hardly covered it; the family was in near ecstasy as they drank. The food in front of them remained largely untouched as they drained the contents of their glasses. Jenny was bouncing on her heels with joy. Annette and Adam were leaned against one another in a side hug. The conversation, which I couldn’t quite make out despite how close they were, sounded electric with enthusiasm. And Bill’s deep belly laugh under it all completed the picture of bliss.

“I think we may have found your calling in life.”

My fingers reached Kimberly’s bikini bottoms and I gave her ass a firm squeeze.

“It’s so much better when you know your place.”

My hand drifted down in between her thighs and my middle finger wormed under the fabric.

“So much better when you serve your purpose.”

Her sex radiated heat as my ring finger joined the other, lightly rustling her bush.

“Like a good cow.”

Kimberly hadn’t dropped her head. She had been staring right at her father, her mother, her younger brother, and her twin sister, as they all slaked their thirst with her milk. She let out one single “moo” so quietly that I barely heard it. Her submission made me smirk and her reward was to have two of my fingers dip into the dripping lips of her pussy.

Soon all the glasses were empty and there was a slight lull as everyone settled.

“Oh Mikey,” said Annette, “you didn’t get any did you? How inconsiderate of us. Do you think she still has another glass in her? Maybe you can teach one of us how to do it.”