Authors: Juliette Kilda

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‘I got my cock, you got your pussy,’ he said, as they squinted up at the ornaments from down in the yard. He wiped his hands. ‘I guess my work here is pretty much done.’

‘What about firewood?’ she said, breathless.

‘You got a year’s worth in the barn. Two years, if it doesn’t snow hard.’

‘The kitchen door,’ she added.

‘I fixed it up. It’s like a bank vault, girl.’

‘But, but – ‘

‘Yeah?’

‘The horse is lame.’

‘I took her for a new shoe last week. I never saw a horse so happy and frisky now as yours today. What else?’

Beth ran inside, slamming the screen door, past the swing seat, and stood at the kitchen table, her fists in her eyes. She heard him follow her in, and through her tears she saw him standing in the doorway, looking at her.

‘There’s still work for you to do here, stranger,’ she sobbed. ‘There’s still so much for you to do.’

‘Yeah? Like what, girl?’

She pulled her dress off and stood facing him, naked. She cupped her hands under her jug-shaped tits and stroked the sides with her thumbs.

‘Look at these,’ she urged him. ‘Just look at them. They need milking every day. They need tugging and sucking on too. That’ll be your work if you stay with me.’

‘Hmm.’ He studied the magnificent pair that she displayed to him, watching as she caressed her erect nipples to show off their size and firmness. ‘Well, milk cow, they do need a lot of milking. And I
am
a milking man. But what else needs doing around here?’

She opened her mouth and waggled her tongue at him, then said, ‘This pretty mouth of mine needs filling with a stiff cock. My lips need to be stretched around a knob. You can do that kind of work, can’t you?’

‘Yes, I can, if I put my mind to it. What else?’

She dried her eyes and smiled. She turned around and showed him her ass, its superb proportions marked out with the welts of a recent pleasure-punishment.

‘You see this backside? It needs some good, firm treatment every day. It needs to be gripped, then spanked, and just occasionally whipped with the cow whip from the barn.’ She leaned forward and spread her ass provocatively, knowing he would get a clear view of her anus. ‘And you’ve done no work at all on this little asshole yet. I heard that other farm girls get in in there all the time from their men. Why, there’s months of labour to be done there.’ She turned around to find him nodding in agreement.

‘Yes, girl, that is an important task that someone will have to undertake someday. And I do have some experience in that kind of work.’

‘I thought so. And what about all this?’ Beth cupped her fleshy cunt lips and stroked her thumb over her pussy area. ‘This whole thing needs to be lathered and razored weekly without fail. It needs to be licked and tickled and frigged every morning, or there’s trouble.’ She parted her labia with both hands and let the sunlight shine on her pink inner flesh and the swell of her modest clitoris. ‘Now, you’ve broken in this thing nicely, I have to admit, and trained it up well. But your work on this isn’t finished, stranger. You need to fuck it more, and harder, and rougher. I need it full of hot semen on a daily basis, and I don’t care what happens. Don’t you want to take that work on, sir? Hmm?’ She put her head on one side and blinked at him innocently. ‘We can have a long, warm winter by the fire, burning all that wood you chopped. You can take as long as you like to finish your work. How about that?’

He frowned in thought, studying her open cunt.

‘Well, my pretty cow. I do like you and your farm, and there is a whole lot of intensive work to be carried out on that beautiful body that nature gave you to enjoy. Yes, I think I
will
stay over the winter, and maybe into the summer as well.’

She leaped up and down, clapping her hands in excitement. He took off his hat and hung it on the peg behind the door, then took his snakeskin boots off and put them by the stove.

‘Now,’ he said, ‘place a dish on the floor and get over it in your milk cow position.’

She obeyed eagerly, getting on her hands and knees over the dish. He straddled her from the rear, cupped her tits and began his fondling, kneading and tugging. She felt her nipples quiver erect at his touch, and soon that familiar, delicious glow began to spread through her breasts, right to the tips. With a gasp of delight, she gave two long spurts of womanly juice, and the daily milking began.

‘You’re a good little milk cow, aren’t you?’ he murmured.

‘Yes, stranger.’ Beth wiggled her ass very happily against his crotch. ‘Yes, sir, I am.’

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