Recursion A.4.

RECURSION

A.4.

Josie lays in the straw of her stall and winces at the sharp discomfort of her udder and breasts. “Mooo,” she is overdue for a milking and beginning to wonder if relief is ever coming. She swings her ropey tail in annoyance. “MooooOOOOOoooo…”

“I’m sorry I’m late, dear” Ollie says, stepping into the barn with a swish of peasant skirts and apron. She clops across the stone floor and sets down her stool and metal pail. Josie climbs to her hooves, looks up with expectation at the busty red-haired milkmaid dressed in her cornflower blue dirndl dress with a long skirt and plunging neckline. Ollie strokes her long braided pigtails, “You must be so full!”

“Moo…” Josie agrees, trotting out of her stall, the bell strung around her neck clanging. Ollie smiles at her little cowgirl, her strange farmyard freak. Josie looks much like a curvaceous woman, but one who has been mixed up with a milch cow. Her skin is covered in blotchy short black and white fur in that stereotypical Holstein pattern and she walks on four slender bovine legs ending in cloven hooves. She has an adorable ropey cow tail and cute little horns and bovine ears peaking out of her honey blonde hair. Her mostly human face pulls out into a short snout with a wide nose pierced with a heavy septum ring. Most importantly to milkmaid Ollie, Joise has a big cow udder between her thighs and two enormous human breasts crowned with long bovine nipples, each filled to bursting with delicious milk. No, not just delicious… incredible milk!  Delectable! Ambrosian! The finest creamiest sweetest milk in the entire world. Ollie sits on her stool in a cloud of skirts and claps her hands, “Right here, girl.”

Josie trots closer to her milkmaid, taking gentle, mincing steps, careful not to jostle her mammaries more than she has to, milk actually leaking a little from her engorged body. Everything hurts… “Mooo…”

“My poor baby,” Ollie croons, stroking Josie’s long human back, “My poor little cow.”

“Mooo…”

Ollie rubs her hands together, long fingered but farm strong, heating up her palms. Josie shivers in anticipation, feels her six teats stiffen, and lifts her ropey tail lewdly: lactation relief isn’t the only thing she’s desperate for. Ollie blushes, flutters long downy eyelashes, reaches out, gently grasps two teats. Josie flinches, moos; the sensation is electric! Ollie’s touch is a sharp jolt of pleasure! Ollie licks the inside of her mouth, wraps her fingers around the warm teats of Josie’s udder, long and thick as sausages, as cocks. Josie gasps a moo, feels her pussy spasm, squirms her hips! Moooo!! Ollie tugs, experimentally, a test pull, and Josie stamps her back hoof, moos again! Ollie laughs, tugs again, and again, and with a metallic bucket ping, is rewarded with a spurt of milk. Josie throws back her head, lows, feels her cunt spasm! It feels so fucking good! But Ollie doesn’t stop, she keeps tugging on those teats, building a rhythm, milking her. White creamy fluid flows out of Josie’s udder, burst after burst of milk, spraying into the metal pail in liquid blasts. Josie is panting, mooing, relief and pleasure spiking with every milky spray, mind whiting out, cunt boiling, carnal pressure building! Ollie switches teats, alternates, soft warm hands moving with graceful precision, dancing on her udder. Milk streams out of Josie’s udder in a steady flow, a creamy symphony, the pail filling, and Josie shudders, gasps, writhes on her hooves, throws back her head and bellows as she orgasms! And again! And again! Fluid sluices out of Josie’s cunt, leaks sticky and pungent down her hindquarters and legs. The milking! Pleasure cascading! A torrent of milk! A cataract of orgasms! Josie swept away! Obliterated! “MOOOOoooooOOOOOoooo!!!”

…Until, eventually, Ollie gives the udder one more tug and gets naught but a dribble. She pats the emptied loose gland fondly and judges her pail nearly full. Josie is absent, delirious, swaying on rubbery legs, hind and fore, hooves tingly and numb. “What a good girl! So productive today,” Ollie says fondly, licking her lips and climbing off her stool. “But now it’s my turn.”

Ollie kneels in her tent of skirts, strokes Josie’s engorged human breasts and grasps a long bovine nipple. Her mouth waters and her stomach rumbles. She opens her plush lips and slips the long teat into her mouth. Josie moos, shivers at the sensation of a hot wet warm mouth enveloping her teat. Moo! Ollie rubs her tongue on the long nipple in her mouth, teasing, tasting its sour-sweet flavor. Josie wobbles, squirms, already exhausted, horny for more, breasts still achingly full. Ollie sucks, suckles, and tastes the creamiest sweetest milk on her tongue. Josie moos and stamps a hoof, her tail sways obscenely. Ollie nurses, delicious hot milk flooding her mouth, sucking and slurping, her free hand tugging on Josie’s other nipple, milking her other breast wastefully onto the floor. Josie is carried away back to sexual bliss, mooing and panting, orgasm and moo! Moo! Mooo! MoooOOOOooo!!! Ollie alternates teats, drinking from both breasts, hot glorious milk chugging down her throat, filling her belly with warmth. Josie is bucking her hips, flaccid udder swaying, bellowing, stamping, coming over and over! Ollie drinks and drinks, until her belly is painfully full, stretched against her girdle, bloated and sore. With a milky belch she spits out a teat and wipes her sticky wet face. She smiles, “Girl you are too delicious.”

Josie whimpers a moo, breathless and rubbery. Her breasts and udder are relieved, but her pussy still aches with need. “Moooo…”

“Now it’s your turn to milk me,” Ollie says, standing. She lifts the wide skirts of her drindl dress to reveal her powerful equine lower body. Ollie stands on hooves and has thickly muscular brown furred legs like a horse and swishes a long black equine tail. Most importantly, Ollie has a huge stallion cock that has pushed itself free of its sheath, pulsing and hard, ready to fill an achingly needy bovine cunt. The cock is a half yard of mottled pink and brown erection with wide equine glans that ooze and dribble precum. “Who is a good cow?”

“Moo,” gasps Josie, trotting in a tight circle and licking that huge horse cock with her wide animal tongue. Ollie moans as she feels that warm wet caress run from the edge of her sheath, up and up her shaft, over the aching bump of her preputial ring, along more shaft, and finally, finally, over the ridged swollen crown of her wide equine glans. “Ohhh… fuck…” Ollie grunts, her tail twitching, her equine balls churning. Josie slathers her tongue on Ollie’s glans, savors the salty bitterness of her precum, the musky meaty tang of her phallus. “Mooo,” Josie says, cow voice husky with arousal, human eyes burning with need. She turns away from Ollie, lifts her tail to expose her leathery bovine cunt, spreads her hind legs, and looks back over her body, eager, willing, desperate. Ollie moans, stands there, skirt lifted, cock rigidly exposed, jutting, blood surging through her pulsing penis, balls achingly tight, stomach tight with desire, and leers at her beautiful cow. She snorts, makes a knickering noise, and mounts her cow, forces her stallion cock into Josie, impaling her, feels her awesome length clutched by the plush boiling environment of bovine cunt. Josie feels herself invaded and stretched, the aching emptiness inside sated by enormous turgid horse cock. She moos an almost pained grunt, stumbles a little, is caught by the bony horns of her cowish hips, is grasped, and Ollie begins to fuck her, thrusting into her, cock slamming so deep inside her, huge equine balls slapping against the loose bag of her sensitive udder, skirts twisted over and around their bodies, cowbell clanging load and urgent. Ollie fucks her harder and faster, her powerful legs and haunches flexing, straining, and Josie is rocked on her hooves, has to fight to stay upright, thrusts and bucks back into Ollie, pounding, her bovine cunt rhythmically contracting, urging Ollie on. They rut like beasts, mooing and snorting, faster and harder, until, mooo, until, snort, until all at once Ollie whinnies in triumph and comes, stallion cock exploding, flooding Josie, who bellows a tremendous “MOOOOoooOOOOOoooo!!” and orgasms, four legs giving out, collapsing to the floor, Ollie’s body draped on her black and white furred back….

Eventually… eventually… they untangle, softening cock slipping out of wonderfully battered cunt, drindl skirts rearranged demurely, hooves back on the ground. Ollie fondly pets her cow and attaches a leash to her nosering. “Come on girl, time for you to graze.”

She opens the barn door and they step outside>>>