The Next Morning

The sky was overcast, with dark, ominous clouds, and Inger did not want to risk the chance of getting caught in the rain. So, after collecting Perceval from the T.V. room where he spent most of his time when she was not attending to him, she took him out to the barn. The brick walls were painted pea-green, as that was deemed a relaxing, reassuring color. Contented, trusting cowboys always produced more nut-cream than did ones under stress or pressure. The hardwood floors were kept meticulously clean.

Today, the young blonde woman was dressed as befitted a farmhand. The sleeves of her plaid shirt were rolled up, and she had on denim shorts. Her cowboy, of course, was completely naked. As were all the cowboys on the farm. Like the rest of them, Perceval did not think anything at all about being nude in the presence of clothed females. In fact, after being here on the farm, serving as a source of fertile milk for insemination purposes, clothed females and naked males seemed perfectly normal. As did the fact that one of the females might milk him down at anytime. Stroking his cock until it ejaculated for her.

When she told him to lie face down across a narrow bench, he obediently complied. His legs and private parts hanging off one end, his head and arms hanging off the other. Inger knelt down beside Perceval's right side and placed her red plastic bucket on the floor directly below his dick. She placed a small, emergency clean-up towel on his lower back so it would be handy if she needed it.

Inger took great pride in the fact that she had never needed a clean-up towel. The dedicated milker had not once spilled a drop of precious sperm.

The cowboy had already developed a semi-erection just from seeing his milker, so it only took her a few preliminary strokes to induce a nice, firm, throbbing erection. Perceval was a good producer, and as she felt his full balls, she could tell that they held a heavy load.

As she leaned over him, working his cock and massaging his balls, she asked him, does this feel good, "Percy?"

"Mmmm," he moaned happily while nodding his head. The young man was in cowboy heaven, having his cock-meat squeezed and kneaded by a soft, feminine hand as she worked to make it ejaculate. Inger took her time, using long, slow caressing strokes. She knew that an extended milking would bring forth more milk.

As his cock was pulled and tugged, Perceval shifted around on the bench, redistributing his weight somewhat. Getting more comfortable. Already he was oozing a steady stream of pre-cum which dripped-dripped-dripped into the plastic bucket. "Moooo," he sighed blissfully, the pleasure from his fondled cock spreading throughout his body.

However, as enjoyable as having his cock stroked was, all good things must come to an end. And so it would be for this morning's milking. His balls had drawn up closer to his body, forming a tight package, and his breathing was labored. "M-moo," he groaned, getting closer to shooting. "M-m-moo."

His head slowly lolled from side to side and his eyes were half-closed. His mouth hung open as he breathed through it and his hips started to buck. Inger, of course, recognized the signs and sped up her movements. Pumping harder and faster on that cock. Tightening her grip while giving his nut-sack a firm, but not painful, squeeze. Her hand flew back and forth along that cock-shaft. The young man that the cock-shaft was attached to lost all control.

"MOOOO!" he cried out, throwing back his head and thrusting his hips violently as the cum gushed from him. Inger squealed in delight, watching the thick, rich white globs of cum firing out of his exploding dick. The cum bullets landed audibly on the bottom of the bucket. Making loud splats as the cowboy writhed and twisted on the narrow bench.

Then his body went limp and he lay there with his head hanging down. The spent cowboy made low, whimpering noises as Inger carefully gave his softening cock a few last, lingering strokes. Coaxing out any remaining cum.

"What a good cowboy you are!" she gushed as she got to her feet, picking up the bucket with its valuable cargo of hot, fresh sperm. "You just rest here for a few minutes," she told him as she walked around to the other end of the bench to pat him on the back. "Then we'll go back and play some games in the rec-room. How does that sound?"

With closed eyes, he moaned out a weak, "moo..."