The milker arrives

A few days went by. It was left up to me to order the milking machine since Bill didn't have that much money. I didn't mind though because the thought of watching Morgan and Janelle being milked really excited me to no end. Just to watch their beautiful breasts being robbed of all their sweet white fluid gave me a hard on every time the thought came into my head, which was about every five seconds.

Any way, I found one on Ebay that was industrial strength. The dairy farmer had recently replaced it with a newer model, and he guaranteed it worked since it was less than two years old. He just wanted to get rid of it, and didn't even question why someone who lived in the city would need an industrial strength milking machine. So I asked him if he could overnight it, and he was more than glad to for an additional fee. Of course it was just the machine itself, and not the huge storage tank. I wasn't expecting a very large milk output from our two mothers to be, and there was nowhere we could put a five hundred gallon tank any way. I guess we could have, but I would have had to say goodbye to my pool table, and I was not willing to give that up. Apart from my love for the game, good times had been had on that pool table.

The day finally arrived, and UPS showed up at my door with three large crates. I got them inside and pondered over them for a bit. Morgan was at work, or at least I thought she was, so I had nothing but time to kill. My curiosity then got the best of me. I opened one of the crates. Of course this one had to contain the hoses and the teat cups. I looked them over curiously. The teat cups were long, slender tubes. I wondered how on earth we were going to be able to use them on Janelle and Morgan. They looked more like they'd fit over a cock than they would a woman's breast. Unfortunately, it gave me one of the dumbest ideas I've ever had. If you're thinking you know what it is by now, you're probably quite right.

I tore open the rest of the crates like a kid on Christmas morning. I couldn't contain my joy and excitement at the possible play toy I might even be able to use on myself. I didn't even stop to read the instructions (you know how typical males are, put things together first, read instructions last). It took me about an hour and a half, but finally I had the milking machine put together and ready for action. I didn't bother hooking up all the hoses and teat cups. There was no need for all that. I didn't have a dozen cows any way. I just hooked up a pair, because they have to be hooked up in pairs, and shut off the rest of the valves. Then I tried out my bright idea!

I quickly locked the door so I wouldn't be walked in on. Then I removed my pants and underwear, and carefully slid my cock up into the teat cup. Wow! It felt amazing! My cock was already hard and pulsing, and the machine wasn't even on yet! So what else was there to do but turn the machine on?

I sat down on the sofa to enjoy my new found fuck friend. The way the machine gently tugged on my cock was unbelievable. It wasn't as good as a nice warm mouth, but it felt really good. In about fifteen minutes, I shot a wad down the tube. I watched as my cum went down the tube, through the machine, and eventually splat onto the floor. Yes, I forgot to put something under it. So I decided I'd had enough fun for now, went over to the controls and tried to turn it off. Well, I thought I had it turned off. I tugged on the teat cup, but I couldn't get it off! This sent me in panic mode! "Dumbass!" I thought to myself.

I wasn't sure what to do. This would be very embarrassing if someone caught me like this! I pulled, I tugged, I tried, I pried, and then I sat down and cried. Then, the machine turned on again! It started sucking my cock, and I became hard once again! Yes, it felt good, but that's not the point. I needed to get this thing off of me. But for the life of me, I couldn't figure out how. So all I could do was sit there, and keep cumming and cumming and... Well, you know. At least the machine turned off when it sensed something coming through the tube. I was glad of that.

At this point I had cum about seven times. I don't know how long it had been. But I was relieved when I heard a familiar rattle at the door, and sure enough Morgan walked in to find me stuck to the milking machine. At first it was hard to read the look on her face, especially since she walked back out the door and closed it behind her. It was after that I heard Morgan howling with laughter.