‘Did you hear?’
‘What?’
‘Cath’s back in the stocks again’
‘Aha that fat, greedy whore’ Sam chuckled
‘I know, caught stealing milk right from a farmer’ George explained
‘What was it last time, bacon or something?’
‘Probably sausages…’
Sam burst out laughing and tried to add on to the joke, ‘she loves any kind of meat!’
‘I sometimes wonder if she gets caught deliberately’
‘Nah she just runs too slow!’
*2 Hours Earlier*
Sitting in the empty barn, Catherine took a long, refreshing gulp straight from the bucket of milk. It was mildly warm and left her with a creamy moustache. Some dribbled down her chin and dropped into her cleavage. Her breasts were huge and pressed against her white dress. Her dark brown hair dangled over her chest and back. She had grown up in an era of famine and strict religious values. After losing her parents to illness, she had left her village and gone in search of what she had been missing. Finding herself many miles from home, she had been taken in by a friendly innkeeper. She worked in exchange for a room above the inn, but didn’t receive any money. This is when she started to steal food. A little at first, the leftover pastry from a patron’s pie, a scrap of chicken from the kitchen. But then she became more bold. Which is how she found herself sitting on a bale of hay quenching her thirst from a bucket of fresh cow’s milk.
She lifted the bucket to her face to take another deep gulp. All she could see was the bottom of the tin bucket and the creamy fluid flowing into her mouth, when she heard the barn door slam shut. She dropped the bucket, spilling milk over dress revealing the shape of her breasts and nipples. ‘For fucks sake!’ he shouted. It was the farmer’s son, probably early twenties, he wore loose clothing that masked his toned body. Before she could think she felt a slap across her face. It knocked her sideways onto the barn floor. He then viciously kicked the empty milk bucket and it clanged against the wall. ‘Do you know how long that took to milk?’ he shouted. ‘I’m sorry’ she stammered ‘I was so hungry.’ ‘You don’t look hungry’ he growled, and then thought for a second, ‘except maybe for cock…’
As she was lying sideways on the ground, he took this opportunity to roughly squeeze one of her soft, round buttocks. ‘Ouch’ she murmured, already becoming wet. He put his hand under her dress and squeezed again, this time enjoying the feeling of her smooth, milk-white skin. He traced his hand over her underwear, down between he thighs. ‘I guess I was right!’ he exclaimed triumphantly. He retracted his sticky, wet finger and jabbed it into her mouth. She nervously sucked it, wincing slightly at the taste of herself. ‘So you like our milk then?’ he asked rhetorically ‘would you like to try some from a different animal?’ She started to gently nod in agreement, but before she could speak she’s yanked onto her knees by her hair. It was then that he could properly see her breasts. ‘Wow! Maybe I should be milking you instead!’
He slid his hand into her dress and firmly grabbed one of her breasts, pulling it out over the top of her chest. ‘Mhhhff’ she mumbled and stared at his crotch in front of her. He pulled out her other breast and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger until he was pinching her nipple hard. To both their surprise a thick drip of milk began to form on the end of her erect nipple. They simultaneously gasped. Instinctively, he bent over and sucked the milk off of her inflamed teat. She thought ‘all this time people have been calling me fat, when in fact…’ But she didn’t have time to dwell on that for long. ‘Now you can try mine’ he said moving his hand to the back of her head and pushing it into his crotch.
Her nose was crushed into the fabric which smelt intensely of sweat and manure. He felt his dick grow as he rubbed himself on her face. Then he pulled it out, semi-erect, and slid it into her willing mouth. He held her head and thrusted into her throat. He grew with each thrust until she was gagging loudly each time. Tears streamed from her eyes and saliva pooled around her lips. He shifted the angle of his dick and thrusted faster. That’s when she felt the involuntary urge to vomit. Milk exploded from her throat and out of both her mouth and nose. ‘What a waste!’ the son mockingly complained as he plunged back into her throat. More milk squelched up from inside her, slopped out of her mouth, over her breasts and down her dress. ‘Don’t worry, here’s something to fill you up again!’ He held her head tight into his body and released ropes of thick semen down her throat. She kept swallowing for what felt like minutes until he finally released her. ‘You stay there, I need to go and report a theft’. She heard the barn door lock clang shut and she slumped back into the hay and began to finger herself.
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