Milk Maiden

The warm summer sun beat down on the fields of well cultivated crops, acres of which stood before the young man, and acres more behind him. Sweat beaded on his brow and he wiped it off with a cloth draped he pulled from the too-large overalls he wore. He wore no shirt underneath, it was too hot for that, and despite the nature of his company he didn’t feel awkward although he was surrounded by women. They were all family here.

Well, Aislee thought, sort of. He was a human. The rest of his family were different.

“Hey Ash!” His ‘mother’ called out in her sweet, husky voice from behind a row of vegetables. The woman was clearly visible over the row even though Aislee’s own head barely reached the top. His family were monsterpeople. minotaur, to be exact. “We’re getting ready for lunch, wrap up and meet under the tree.”

“Alright mama,” Aislee called back before he bent over to finish his work. Madeline, his adoptive mother, nodded approvingly before she bent over to finish her own work, her large breasts straining against the overall top and cropped shirt holding them in place. Her farm was large, but she had huge tracts of land herself to match. Her horns rustled the foliage as she picked what crops were ripe to eat or sell, and her ears flicked and twitched as bugs flew by.

Next to her worked another tall figure, though this one was not a minotaur.[Placeholder for now regarding monster race]She was a ___________.

“It wont be much longer now, will it?” Idella mused as she looked at the row where the boy’s form had disappeared. Madeline was silent.

“Early this fall, in fact.” She continued. Madeline only grunted in response.

“Avoiding this wont change things, Maddie.”

“... I know. But can’t I give the boy some peace until it’s absolutely necessary?” Maddie said softly, pausing in her work. She sighed deeply, and her chest shifted magnificently.

“Do you think it will provide him more peace to not know what’s coming and suddenly have it thrust upon him last second? Besides, we both know there are ways...” 

“I couldn’t ask Ash that!” Maddie objected suddenly. “It wouldn’t be fair for him to have to give that up.”

“And yet you know it will be unfair for him already.” 

“Yeah but...” Maddie’s face turned gloomy, and she looked in the direction of her adopted child. “Life was already so unfair to him.”

“And you’ve given him a wonderful new life. One that he loves. He wants to be here with us forever. His sisters want that. You do too.” 

Maddie gave her partner a sideways look. “Aren’t I the older one here?”

Her question was met with only soft laughter. Indeed though, there was a decade’s difference in their ages.

“... I’ll think about it tonight, okay? After milking. Okay Idella?” 

Her partner merely smiled, but she did lick her lips slightly.

Aislee gathered at the large table setup in the shade of a tower set of oak trees. The table dwarfed him, but then it wasn’t built for human scale. 

No, he thought to himself once again as he sat down next to his sisters, some of whom towered over him by at least a foot, it was built for minotaurs. 

Technically Aislee was a middle child, he had three younger sisters and three older sisters. They were all his height or taller, his eldest sister being as tall as their mother, standing over seven feet. All were well endowed as befitted dairy minotaurs, and only the youngest didn’t milk herself daily. The rest produced large quantities that was either drank by the family, sold to market, or sent off to make cheese and other goods.

The table was spread with, what was for them, a light lunch. Large bodies that didn’t eat much meat like the minotaurs required a lot of nutrition, hence one of the reasons why the farm was so large, and the table was spread with fresh fruits and veggies, salad, cheese, yogurt (homemade of course), and some smoked fish. Pitchers of milk, water and juice sat within easy grasp at both ends of the table. Everyone sat on large, sturdy benches, and sandwiched as he was between two of his sisters [Sister names: Elsbeth 12, Wendy 14, Maisie 15, Millie 20, Mae 23, Catlyn 24. Girlfriend Brietta. Mama Madeline, Mama Lover Idella. Witchy woman Enys. ]Aislee felt their tails twitch happily and brush against him as they ate.

The first few moments were idle chatter as everyone seated and served themselves, but no one ate till the last person arrived. It was Elsbeth, Aislee’s youngest sister by six years, only twelve and even she almost stood as tall as he did. She had been inside doing lessons when the call for lunch came, so she was late.

Aislee smiled as she sat across from him, and then everyone began to eat and the chatter turned to silence as hard work had given everyone hungry bellies. 

The young man was happily munching on some fresh fruit and veggies, slurping from a mug of fresh milk, when he heard his name.

“Hm?” Aislee looked up at the source, his mouth comically full of food.

His second youngest sister, Wendy, four years his junior, giggled. She was just a bit taller than him now, having shot up past him in the last year. 

“I asked you if you were going to see Brietta soon?” Wendy grinned impishly.

Aislee choked down his milk at the sudden question, aware that more than Wendy’s eyes were suddenly on him. Brietta was his friend. His intimate friend. Girlfriend? Maybe. She lived close by on a neighboring farm where a lot of their milk was sent for processing to be sold on market or made into products like yogurt and cheese. The two families had long been friends, both having lived on their lands for multiple generations. Brietta was their youngest daughter, and a year older than Aislee was.

They were very close, and had tried to keep it private. Apparently word had gotten out, and to his most loudmouthed sister of all people.

“Uh... what makes you think that?” Aislee stammered out, his face red. Wendy just grinned, picking on her brother’s inability to lie was one of her favorite things.

“Well it was just that I happened to see my little brother and what looked like a pretty young elf* together in a private little spot where the river bends,” Wendy was practically gushing as she related what she had seen.

“How... when...?” Aislee sputtered, face growing even hotter.

“About a week ago, after lunch that one day. I saw  you skip off so I followed you,” Wendy grinned. 

Aislee grit his teeth and growled, but it was Elsbeth who stood up for him.

“Wendy quit being mean to Ash!” She demanded, shouting at her sister.

Wendy held her hands up defensively, “Hey, I’m not being mean I’m just saying.”

The next oldest daughter and two years his junior, Maisie, leaned over and glared at Wendy. “You shouldn’t share people’s secrets like that. It’s mean to Ash.”

Wendy just huffed, “You might be older than me but you’re not mom.”

Then a hand promptly smacked her on the back of the head, “No, I am.” Maddie said smartly.

Wendy clutched her skull and fumed but said nothing more, knowing she’d picked the wrong time to pick on her brother. Millie, Mae and Catlyn, the three older sisters, all shook their heads and continued their conversation apart from the younger siblings.

Idella chuckled a bit at the scene, while she slowly munched a salad. 

Maddie sighed and looked over at Ash, “Don’t worry dear, it’s not like you’re forbidden from spending time with the people you like and care for. Just... be careful?” She gave her son a smile which brightened his mood.

“And you, apologize.” She directed a more stern look at Wendy who muttered something under her breath.

“Sorry bro,” she said quietly.

Aislee just shook his head and smiled. He knew Wendy just caught up in the heat of the moment and never meant to be cruel. Still it wouldn’t do for him to be too forgiving, it might give her the wrong impression.

“Well, I dunno. We had that trip to the city planned but now I don’t know if the truck will have room for everyone...” He teased his sister.

She huffed and her face went red, Maddie had to restrain a chuckle as her mischievous daughter got a taste of her own medicine.

“Aislee you know that truck is big enough for all of us!” She yelled, which earned her a sideways look from her mother indicating it was not appropriate to shout at the table.

Aislee smirked at her, and she knew she’d been teased.

“... jerk,” she muttered, but couldn’t help but smile herself at how her brother got her.

The two laughed and the mood was once again cheerful.

After lunch, everyone found a place comfortable to wait out the heat of midday. Despite the beautiful weather they enjoyed, a summer’s day was still hot. Most of the work they did was in the morning or afternoon if outdoors, and there was no work to be done inside today.

Aislee figured he had a few hours, so he waved to his family and trotted off to see the young woman whom his relationship with had only shortly before caused him stress.

Brietta. She was a svelte elf with the body of a dancer. The two made quite a pair, both nearly the same height and Aislee’s own brown hair and eyes contrasting nicely with her blonde hair and blue eyes. She was tall but in comparison to the minotaurs completely dwarfed, and where they were heavily endowed she had the lean body of a dancer.

She was absolutely wonderful. The two had grown up together, being close playmates and friends throughout years of schoolwork and interaction. They just clicked, it wasn’t about likes or dislikes or whether they shared all the same hobbies. It wasn’t about completing each other. It was like fried chicken and waffles. Both awesome on their own, but even better when together. 

They also knew each other like the back of each other’s hands, well known from many quiet walks together. Aislee knew that the elf girl would be in a quiet spot along the river, possibly with a book in hand, enjoying the sound of the water and the shade of a tree.

So it was that Aislee found her, curled up under a tree with a book next to her, long skirt tucked underneath as she sat curled up, dozing lightly in the shade of a willow tree.

Aislee smiled, warmth growing in his heart as he quietly slid in next to the slender elf girl. She shifted a bit, and he found himself with her head resting on his shoulder. Aislee’s arm flexed to wrap around her, but settled back when he saw that he wouldn’t able to without disturbing her. So he sat there, resting under the cool shade of the willow tree with the sound of the river nearby as his love slept peacefully.

It was only another half hour before she stirred, and in a groggy half sleep state she stretched, one dainty fist popping Aislee in the jaw.

“Ouch!” He joked, as Brietta jumped a bit, then put her hands to her mouth in shock.

“Oh no, are you okay? When did you get here?” Brietta’s voice was concerned and a little giddy, having not expected someone to suddenly be so close next to her while she woke up.

“I’m fine, got here just a few minutes ago,” Aislee lied. He decided he wouldn’t tell her about her soft snoring at that moment.

“Oh good... good.” Brietta was settling down now and she curled further into Aislee’s body, his arms dying to embrace her finally wrapped around her waist and brought her close.

“Mmm...” She hummed softly, content. “Now I wish I’d known you’d come out here, I would have taken my break later.”

Aislee felt the same, even as he said “It’s okay. We’ll do it some other time. I just came out because... well my family knows we’re together.”

Brietta stiffened a bit, but her voice was calm. “Oh?”

“Wendy has been spying on us.”

“Ah.” Immediate understanding.

“Mama says she trusts me to not be stupid.”

“Uh-huh?”

“So uh...” Aislee looked his lover in the eye and found she was waiting for him. She pushed forward and kissed him, he returned it eagerly.

“Let’s not be stupid,” Brietta said, out of breath after they broke the kiss.

Body burning, Aislee simply nodded in agreement. Then he kissed her again.

They spent the next few minutes expressing their love for each other, kissing and squeezing, till someone’s hand roamed over a more intimate place. Maybe it was both of them at the same time, but they both bolted upright, surprised and shocked enough the mood was broken.

They were teenagers and they were mad about each other. But they weren’t crazy. While Maddie was accepting of their relationship it remained to be seen if Brietta’s more strict parents would be so tolerant.

“Uh...” They both said at the same time. Then their expressions softened from shock, and they leaned in together for a final, more tender kiss.

“Okay, I have to get back home.” Brietta said, rising up and disengaging stretching her legs which hadn’t been used in some hours. “Oooh... I’m all stiff.”

“Yeah me too...” Aislee muttered under his breath.

Elf ears are sensitive. 

“Har har.” Brietta said flatly as she shot him a look. Aislee looked sheepish as he got up.

They hugged and kissed a final time before wrapping their hands together and walking back to where the path lay to their homes where they split and went their separate ways. Aislee remembered when the two would walk backwards until they couldn’t see each other or stumbled over something, now they were able to walk back to reality knowing they would see the other soon enough. The young man still wasn’t sure if this is what love was, he felt really young for that, but he knew this was something special.

When he got back to the farm he found the others already hard at work. Face burning red he immediately volunteered for the end of day cleanup duties, but despite some teasing from Wendy no one said anything to him about being late, a benefit from usually being early any time work was supposed to start. 

The family finished the afternoon’s work and while everyone else shuffled off to clean up inside the massive farmhouse Aislee took time to put the tools away, lock their work shed up, and do a final check to make sure everything was taken care of while the sun was still up.

Finally, an hour after everyone else, he came inside and immediately went to get cleaned up. He heard the banging of pots and smelled food and knew dinner would be ready soon enough. Thankfully he hadn’t been on kitchen duty today so he could do the end of day cleanup. 

After a hot shower and a change into some more comfortable clothes Aislee sat down at the dinner table just as food was being served. The dinner table like the lunch table and the rest of the house itself was scaled for minotaurs, so he was always a bit short. But the young man had survived, and thrived, for ten years and knew his way around. 

“Pass the butter please?” Aislee asked one of his sisters when he couldn’t quite get it.

Being polite helped too.

Dinner was another massive affair, everyone having worked up big appetites with the day’s work. Pitchers of juice, water and tea steeped in milk as well as hard nog for the adults sat on the table, with Maddie and Idella keeping a watchful eye on where the hard nog went. Egg and vegetable frittata sat steaming next to fresh cheeses and large bowls of salad, there was smoked fish and fruits and grilled and fresh vegetables. Fresh hot whole grain bread filled with nuts was served with creamy butter. They ate well, and for dessert there was chocolate frozen yogurt, a family favorite. 

In the living room with some of his siblings, the rest having retreated to bedrooms or other parts of the house, Aislee relaxed on the couch while the radio played music softly. It had been a long day, with some special moments to make it a bright one. 

Aislee found himself dozing while his sisters chattered, tired from the long day, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. With bleary eyes he saw he had a text message, from Brietta.

Snapping to wakefulness he took a moment to clear the sleep from his eyes as he read her message and began to reply, unaware his sisters were watching him with amused expressions at how intently he was focusing.

She wanted to see him again that evening, privately. Brietta often wanted to see him and it wasn’t unusual they meet up secretly, but rarely had they met at night and she had never emphasized privately before. Aislee’s face burned with anticipation as he waited to slip out of the house and meet her, she had asked him to meet behind the quiet house on his property.

The quiet house was really just a polite way to describe a modest but comfortable shed that had climate control. It existed solely so that anyone who wanted some privacy while taking care of their milking needs or for visiting minotaurs in need of a place to do it could do so. Every minotaur had different views on milking, but all agreed on some degree of modesty. Most in Aislee’s house though did it in their rooms or a storage room off the kitchen, though he knew his mama and Idella would use the quiet house at times if a lot of work had to go into the milking.

Still, it was a pretty safe place to go to. So he navigated the property by the dim light of the moon and found her waiting behind it.

“Hey,” she said breathily. Aislee couldn’t see her but he could tell she was breathing faster.

“Hey,” he replied. He was breathing faster too. “So uh mmrf!”

His voice was cut off as the slender elf girl tackled him and pressed her lips to his. Something about the encounter earlier in the day had stuck in both their heads it seemed. 

Taken off guard, he stumbled back and fell down, Brietta right on top of him. He lay in the cool grass with arms splayed beside him dumbly as she kissed him passionately.

“Hey,” she said, breaking the kiss for a moment to talk and get some air. “You planning to do anything?”

Aislee nodded, still in shock, and his arms slowly wrapped around Brietta and he began to return her kiss when she pressed her lips back to his. Slowly the shock wore off and the passion grew, and both their arms and hands began to roam as soft noises escaped their mouths. 

“Hey,” She whispered. “Here.”

Brietta took one of his hands and gently slid it up her shirt. Aislee’s eyes turned to saucers in the dark as he was able to dimly see what was happening but his sense of touch was hyper aware. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Are... are you okay?” Aislee wanted to make sure it was fine to keep going even as she gently pushed his hand further up her flat tummy.

“I’m fantastic. I did a lot of thinking today... And I’m fantastic.” Her grin was bright and dazzling even in the dark.

“Not what I meant,” Aislee replied, a bit annoyed at how she interpreted the question.

“Ash... I’ll tell you when to stop. Because I don’t know yet.” Brietta replied honestly, moaning softly. “And I’ll do the same to you. Let’s find out what this means to us right now.”

Aislee swallowed but was emboldened by the words, as well as her dainty fingers slipping up his shirt, pinching the little softness to his stomach before it slid up his chest, rubbing up and down through his chest hair.

He replied by sliding his hand further up and making another discovery.

“No bra?” He whispered and he buried his face in her neck, licking and nibbling and sucking from her collarbone up to long, beautiful, sensitive and frantically twitching ears.

“Well...” She moaned softly. “It was a warm night.”

“Seems like you’re cold though,” Aislee clumsily pinched a nipple which eked a gasp from Brietta, even as he congratulated himself on the pun.

“They aren’t hard because I’m cold,” Brietta leaned back and looked Aislee in the eyes, his hands still on her breasts. “I’m not like this because I’m cold.”

“No, you’re pretty hot.” Aislee flinched as he said the words, but Brietta seemed to be okay with them as she pushed in and began to kiss up and down his neck, mimicking his actions as she nibbled on his ear. Squirming he played with her breasts, his large hands more than engulfing them. She was modestly endowed, but she seemed to enjoy what they offered her as she moaned into his neck.

Aislee had to admit that it felt really, really good to be on the receiving end of the passion. To have someone dedicated to making him feel good. He wanted to be an attentive and devoted lover, to bring pleasure to the person he cared for. But the sensation of Brietta’s loving ministration was incredible, he moaned and absorbed it as he played with her breasts. The couple moaned softly, more passionate now than they ever had been before. They were exploring unknown territory, and they both loved it.

There was a sharp intake of air as Brietta began to grind herself on Aislee’s leg, and he wasn’t sure which one of them gasped. She was nuzzling him while she began to moan softly, Aislee could feel himself bulging painfully. Slowly, uncertainly, he began to slide one shaking hand down to Brietta’s thigh and began to rub and massage it.

She broke her contact with his neck and looked at him, saying nothing but doing nothing either.

He moved a little deeper, towards her crotch.

“No,” she said softly. His hand froze.

She smiled, but shook her head. “Not this time. But... soon.”

Aislee just nodded enthusiastically and pulled her back into him, kissing her and returning the favor she had paid to him before. 

The two moaned and kissed as they made out like the awkward teenagers they were for another half hour, though to the two of them it felt like an eternity of pleasure as they explored each other.

Finally, Aislee broke contact with the elf girl and, gasping for air, he laid his head back on the cool grass beneath him.

Brietta snickered and slid next to him, she had never changed positions from straddling him the entire time. He felt like maybe she might be a little more aggressive than he had thought before. But he liked it.

“That was amazing,” Aislee finally managed to get out, still gasping for breath. Brietta giggled, and just gave him a soft peck on the cheek before sliding in close. The passion had been exchanged for intimacy, and the two now just enjoyed the other’s presence. 

They cuddled in silence, but when Aislee opened his mouth to say something he was silenced by another’s voice. 

“Okay, now before we do this tonight we’re going to talk. We can’t save this for pillow talk.” It was Idella.

Aislee’s eyes widened to the size of saucers and Brietta’s somehow grew to the size of dinner plates (though she did have a head start with her larger eyes). 

The two became conscious of the fact they were hidden in the shadows from Idella and Maddie, the two were standing in front of the quiet house door, Idella was blocking it while Maddie looked anxious, fidgeting a bit and playing with the strap of her overalls.

“Come on, we’ll have more time afterwards to talk,” Maddie pleaded.

Idella said nothing but just looked expectant. Maddie sighed and gave in.

“Okay. Yes, yes we are going to have to talk to him. Sooner than later. No one would have known that legislation would pass, but as it is right now he’ll lose practically all his rights when he hits adulthood. We might be able to keep him safe for a bit, but any time there’s a census and he could get deported, or jailed. Not to mention what might happen to us.”

Aislee wondered with growing dread who they were talking about.

Idella nodded, “Ash is protected for right now because he’s a minor. And like you said, we might be able to let him stay longer. But the moment he becomes an adult then he’ll be expected to partake in the census. And they’ve taken away the rights of all humans in this country. He wont be able to own property, have permanent residence, accept inheritance... they’ve basically stripped them of everything but visitation rights and even those are limited. They haven’t been able to take this stuff away from kids yet so he’s okay, but the day of his birthday...”

“And it’s taken away. By a goddamn piece of paper.” Maddie fumed.

“I know you want to face this less than anyone else because of how painful and how shameful it is. The boy came here looking to be accepted and loved and we gave him that, now our own country is rejecting him. He has nowhere else to go, and he’s been written out of his inheritance. All at once.” Idella sighed.

Brietta clutched him tightly, and Aislee felt like he couldn’t breathe. What was happening? His world was being pulled inside out. His whole life, his future he had seen on the farm. He had seen inheriting the farm, had seen himself growing up with a family. Now he couldn’t?

“We can’t just send him off. And even if we pretend he’s just visiting there’s the chance he’ll get discovered. Even in that case his inheritance is null. It’s not right!” Maddie snapped, she was beginning to cry. Idella glided over and wrapped the other woman up in her arms as she began to sob quietly. 

“I can’t take everyone and start over somewhere else, I can’t send him off by himself. What can I do? I can’t do that to him he’s my son!” Maddie cried. 

Idella was silent.

Aislee and Brietta exchanged uncomfortable looks and began to slide away in the darkness. Idella’s head cocked at one moment and they froze, but then she nuzzled in to Maddie and began to coo and whisper soothing things to the distraught mother.

The two teenagers slipped away, and when they were far enough Brietta latched on to Aislee who looked like he’d seen the end of his life. 

“It... it’ll be okay. I’m sure a law like that will be repealed!” Brietta said, her voice beginning to quiver as she tried to be strong for her boyfriend.

Aislee, for his part, just choked back sobs and tried to remain composed. It didn’t work, and soon he was silently crying in his girlfriend’s dainty arms.

By the quiet house, Idella was holding her lover in a very similar embrace. She knew that the usual unflappable Maddie was simply overwhelmed by the idea that one of her precious and beloved children was going to be subjected to a discrimination and hardship she could not protect them from. It also didn’t help she hadn’t had time for a certain something either.

Milking wasn’t just a matter of inconvenient benefit, it took time but it provided a material benefit, but it was also a matter of bodily maintenance for dairy minotaurs. Their bodies naturally produced excessive amounts of milk which had food benefits, but it also meant that when they hadn’t been milked in a while their breasts would swell, become painful, and they could become moody from hormonal imbalance.

Maddie was long overdue. It was a bad combination for her right now, so Idella knew she had to give her lover some gentle companionship.

Cooing, Idella cupped Maddie’s strong chin and drew her lips to her own. The two kissed, and as they did Maddie’s sobs softly faded away to little moos of pleasure.

Being so pent up also meant Maddie was probably painfully horny.

Idella took Maddie by the hand and the two went into the quiet house, turning on a soft, dim light that provided just enough illumination. There was a soft shuffle of cloth, and soon the two were nude with each other. The blinds were drawn and the door locked, even though they knew it was unlikely anyone would be out there they still valued their privacy. Idella even double checked both to be sure.

“Okay dear, assume the position,” Idella said with a naughty tinkle in her eye. 

Maddie moaned and nodded, striding over to a beam of wood set at just about midriff height for the tall minotaur. She leaned on it, her swollen and aching breasts bulging with milk as they sloshed about.

Idella placed a large bucket on the floor beneath her and then approached her targets from behind, softly nuzzling the back of Maddie’s neck, her thighs rubbing against the soft fur of Maddie’s lower body. She placed her hands on the minotaur’s hips before she slowly slid them up the powerful, beautiful body and wrapped her large hands around the massive breasts. She could only take handfuls at a time but her gentle, yet firm, massage immediately elicited a series of increasingly louder moos of pleasure.

With experienced, skillful motions Idella massaged the pain and tension from the swollen breasts and got them ready. As she did though, she didn’t neglect the other parts of her lover, seeing this as an opportunity to relieve some stress from her special person. She nuzzled into Maddie’s neck, licking the old spots she knew best, nibbling on her fuzzy ears and kissing softly up her spine because she knew that was the place which sent goosebumps up her body like nothing else.

Maddie began to whimper and shuffle her feet, pressing her bottom up against Idella’s with increasing frequency. Idella spared a moment from a breast to playfully swat the large rear pushing into her.

“Patience, we have to get the work done first,” Idella teased.

“Then do it, I’m ready,” Maddie replied immediately, head bowed.

With that, Idella nodded and began to milk her lover. With the same practiced hands she began to draw and pull the milk out. First it was thin streams, which turned steadily into heavier and thicker jets until she had a rhythm pulling and drawing, shooting warm, thick, heavy milk the consistency of cream into the buckets.

With almost every draw Maddie mooed in pleasure, her hind wiggling and a steady wetness building between her thighs. This was one of the reasons she needed the quiet house for milking, sometimes it just became so intense that she couldn’t help but become incredibly turned on. 

It also served a dual purpose, giving Idella and Maddie some much needed quiet time in a household filled with seven children.

The minotaur woman’s body was wound up like a spring now, and she flowed freely between her thighs. Despite this Idella never stopped her work, draining the milk from the swollen breasts and continuing to tease her lover, showering her with kisses and licks and nibbles to go with the incredible sensations from her breasts.

The bucket was almost filled to the brim, but there was still more creamy milk to be had. Idella took the bucket and set it by the door, sparing a moment to kiss her lover deeply before she did. When she came back she found Maddie lounging on a couch, a blanket spread underneath her, legs spread and breasts still leaking milk. Her hot cleft drooled, soaking the fur between her thighs and the large tuft of fluffy hair that sat above it. She beckoned Idella silently.

Idella complied, straddling her lover’s waist and bending over to gently take one large nipple into her mouth while her other hand caressed and gently massaged the other. She sucked and a heavy, warm stream of milk poured into her mouth. She felt, rather than saw, Maddie’s hand reach down to play with her own womanhood while her other hand played with Idella’s. The two moaned, Idella’s voiced muffled by the huge breast in her mouth. Idella was quite moist herself, and the sounds of both of their wet snatches being played with filled the room, along with the sounds of soft, muted moans and plaintive moos.

After a few moments and Idella released her liplock with the breast, leaving a moist hickey on it and a gratefully drained breast. Then she caught Maddie’s eye and the two kissed deeply, tongues interlocking and playing.

“Yours is the best,” Idella said breathily before returning her attention to the other needy breast.

There was a sudden intake of breath as Idella’s lips wrapped around the nipple, and she impishly nibbled it first. This was enough to send Maddie over the edge, her body shuddered and bucked and she whimpered and moaned. Idella returned to kissing her, knowing what her lover liked most when she was climaxing. The two kissed each other greedily, pushing against the other to try and get further into the passion.

As the waves of passion diminished, Idella returned to the breast to finish off the milk, though her expression was looking hot and bothered too. Maddie had been playing with her for a while too, and she found everything about their play to be completely arousing. 

Idella joined the club a moment later, unable to finish her drink before Maddie pushed her over the edge. She ground and rode against Maddie’s thick, work-worn fingers as she gasped and bucked, sucking even more greedily and nipping at the tap.

As she came down from the intense experience she finished her dessert and lay against Maddie’s large chest, exhausted for the moment.

“So...” Neither woman was sure who actually said the words, but the silence that followed came from both.

Idella looked up and saw Maddie’s eyes glazed over, lost in thought, seemingly staring endlessly at the bucket of milk by the door. Then she stirred.

“I’m going to go check on something tomorrow,” she said slowly, still staring at the milk. “Can you run the farm for a day?”

Idella cocked her head and wanted to ask why, but just nodded, “Yes, of course.”

Maddie nodded and then turned her attention back to her lover.

“Well, until tomorrow then...” and then with a mischievous grin, Maddie initiated the second round.