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- Milking with Molly
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- A Fantasy by Richard Lovel
- (I welcome EMAIL correspondence)
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- The summer after graduating from college, I spent traveling
- around the country, and I stopped for a week to visit one of my
- friends who was then living on a farm in northern California. The
- farm was run as a commune by several young, hippie-type men and women
- who had moved there to escape modern city life. They were all very
- friendly, and I liked them right away, but one in particular caught my
- attention, a girl named Molly. She was a redhead with a farm-girl
- plumpness, and a large, heavy bosom which gave her an earth-mother
- quality. At first sight I was seized with a desire to suckle at those
- huge, nourishing breasts, but I was far too shy to make any approach.
- Finally I did manage to talk to her, and her easy, free-spirited
- manner made me feel so comfortable, that I arranged to help her with
- her chores the next day.
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- I didn't know just how free-spirited she was until the next day
- when I went to the barn to meet her. I heard some footsteps, and out
- of the door came Molly, carrying a full bucket of milk in each hand
- and-- incredibly-- nude from the waist up! I stared open mouthed at
- her two massive breasts hanging bare before me, and she was the first
- to speak.
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- "Oh, hi! I already started with the milking." I was still
- staring dumbly at her bosom, unable to pull my eyes away. "I guess
- you're surprised to see me like this. I usually don't wear much when
- I'm doing the milking, it gets pretty warm in the barn. You don't
- mind if I keep my top off, do you?"
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- I managed to stammer, "N...No, not at all..."
-
- "Good. The guys here on the farm are used to it, we all go
- around half naked, but it does bother some guys, I know. I don't want
- you to think I'm making a comeon by showing you my tits. It's just a
- lot more comfortable without my top. Sure you don't mind?"
-
- I assured her I had no objections, trying to sound perfectly
- casual. I could feel my member starting to throb painfully inside my
- pants, but this was a small price to pay for such a vision.
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- We got down to work, spending much of the afternoon milking the
- cows and performing other routine chores in the barn. I must have
- seemed pretty dumb to her, because I could hardly work or converse
- with my attention so attracted by the magnets of her breasts.
- Whenever she walked, the heavy pendants swayed hypnotically. Each
- time she leaned forward to milk a cow's udder, her own teat swung down
- beneath her, and I longed to seize it and mimic her rhythmic squeezing
- with my own hands. I tried not to be obvious in my voyeurism, but
- often she caught my eyes rivited on her endowments and seemed to smile
- slightly.
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- Although I wanted to prolong the heavenly feast for my eyes, the
- chores and milking were done at last. I expected Molly to replace her
- top and head for the house. Instead, she stood in front of me, her
- hands squarely on her hips, her breasts proudly bare. She looked down
- at my crotch and at the stiff erection plainly visible through my
- jeans and frowned,
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- "Now what's that all about?"
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- I stammered, "I... I'm sorry Molly... I can't help getting like
- this... when I look at you..."
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- She laughed. "No, I guess not. You're not used to the way
- country girls dress, are you? Actually, I thought you might give me
- some hassle, but you've been a good boy all afternoon, and I think
- that deserves a reward. How'd you like to try your hand at milking?"
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- She placed her palms beneath her heavy breasts and hefted them
- slightly toward me. I fell to my knees at her feet, and grasped her
- treasures. She gently pressed my head to her bosom and let me suckle
- to my hearts delight on each rosy nipple.
-
- Finally, she said, "Now I think there's just one more little cow
- that needs milking." She unsnapped the front of my jeans and had me
- get down on my hands and knees. Reaching underneath, she grasped my
- penis in her hands and began squeezing it with practiced movements,
- milking me exactly as she had the cows. She pulled slowly at my teat,
- teasing me towards release, until finally I let down my milk in
- gushing spurts between her fingers.
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- I helped Molly every day that remained in my visit, and she
- repeated her service each time. She never showed interest in anything
- further sexually, and I don't think she really considered what she was
- doing for me to be a sexual act. To her it was just a friendly favor
- to releive the tension that I built up while helping her. And being
- then (and still!) a compulsive masturbator, I wasn't wanting for
- anything more.
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- Richard Lovel
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