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Wet Wipes – An Adult StoryWet WipesA Golden ShowerShugar LipsSame Story Written with 3 different Middles and EndingsThe Same characters with 3 different outcomes to a storyTrying something DifferentHope everyone likesBuckxooxI just graduated a few weeks ago. My parents were trying to get me out of the house more. I had studied hard the last few months before the end of school. I got some money for graduating. Now I did not have to get a job until the end of Summer. Most of my friends had to get a Summer job right away. It kinda of sucked not hanging out with them now. I stayed up late playing video games and chatting online. Then slept most of the day. My parents where at work. I had the whole house to myself.I was eating some dinner at the kitchen table when my Mom walked in. “Hey! What are you doing tomorrow?” she said. “Nothing! No plans Mom!” I said. “Great! I have this thing I need you to do for me. My boss at work, Mrs. Knight. Her Son is home for the Summer. Just like you. They just moved here from California. He has no friends. I told her you just sit around here all day. All your friends are working this Summer.” she said. “What! That’s a bad thing?” I said. “I got her address. Here! I told her you be over tomorrow around 10am to spend time with her Son Brad.” she said.”Wait! You told her what! Is this a play date or something. Mom! I’m to old for this. Come on!” I said. “Stop! He is brand new to the area. Remember the last time we moved. How it felt to be the new k**. Humor me.” she said. I shook my head.I stayed up late. Then got up at the last minute. I took a long shower. I put on some red boxer briefs. I through on a pair of tan cargo shorts. A white t-shirt with a big red rhino on the front. I slipped on a pair of red sandals. I shook my head as I walked out the door to jump in my SUV. I muted my cell. I pulled out the driveway. I got over to Brad house around 10:30am. I parked in the driveway. I walked around the front to ring the door bell.”Ring! Ring!” I waited a few minutes. The door finally opened. “Hey! What’s up?” said this k**. “Yeah! I am here to see Brad. My Mom sent me.” I said. “I’m Brad dude. Who are you?” he said. “Buck! How it going?” I said. “Come on in. Just woke up man. Took a quick nap. Been playing online.” he said. “Cool. Just got up myself.” I said. “Follow me to the kitchen. On a beverage run. Some energy drinks. You thirsty dude.” said Brad. “Nice! Hit me up!” I said. We made some small talk. I took a big sip from a huge metal can. “Good stuff.” I said. He pulled out a six pack from his fridge.I walked behind him to the 2nd floor of his house. His house was pretty big. There was still stuff in boxes s**ttered around the house. He opened his bedroom door. He had a big computer on one side of the room. There was some bean bags chair on the floor. I sat down to have another sip of my energy drink. He un-paused his game on his computer. I just sat there having another energy drink. He kept playing his role playing game online. I was pretty sure he forgot I was there two seconds after he hit a spell on some gamer. What had I gotten myself into. I was sitting in some dudes room on the ground. Drinking an energy drink. While he played some role playing game. I must be lame.I had to think of a way to get out of there. I should have brought my swim suit to go for a swim. Maybe talk him into going outside to do something. I was going to yell at my Mom when I got home. What was she thinking. The k** was younger than me. A dork. A geek. What the fuck! I tossed my empty can into the waste basket next to his computer. I got up to look over his shoulder. He was walking down a road with some other gamers online. He picked up a head set to talk to them. I wiped off my forehead. I was standing there for a few more minutes.I then had the sudden urge to use the bathroom. I really had to go to the bathroom. I moved on my feet to his left. I then walked back and forth behind him. I really hate to use a public restrooms. I really hate to use another person bathroom. I did even know him or his family. I was trying to think. It was not helping. Finally I blurted out. “Where the bathroom man? I got to go. To many energy drinks.” I said. “Down the hall dude. Last door on the right. You can’t miss it.” said Brad.I just turned to walk fast out of his room. I looked down the hall past the stairs. I could see a few doors. I walked down the hall to the last door on the right. There was a small sign şişli escort bayan on the door. “Out of order!” I reached down to find the door locked. Fuck! What was I going to do. I really had to go. I turned to my left and saw some more doors. I turned to look back down the hall. I ran back toward Brad bedroom. I tried every door. A closet. A office. There was a big pink bed room. It must be his sister bed room. I finally turned around to run down the hall. I past the stairs again. I looked over the rail to the ground floor. I than ran down to the first bathroom again. I check the door. Damn I had to go. I could feel the tip of my cock get wet. I turned to run down the hall. I moved to the first door. It was locked. The next room was a spare bedroom. The next door was the stairs to the kitchen. The next door was a linen closet. I must be close to another bathroom. I then saw a door across the hall.I ran over to put my hand on the door knob. It turned. I ran in. I pushed the door closed behind me. I saw the toilet straight ahead. “Ahhhhhh! Young man!!! What are you doing in here???” said a female voice. I had my tan shorts open. I had my cock in my hand. I saw the toilet right in front of me. I then turned to my left to see who made the loud noise in the bathroom. I almost fainted. I gripped my cock. It was an older woman in the bathtub. She was completely naked. She had long dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders. She was wearing some gold wire glasses over her sexy blue eyes. She was sitting up in the tub. Her huge ass was to the right side. She was bending her thick thighs under her. She had two large breast down to her belly button touching the top of the white bathtub. Her two large breast were dripping wet. The white carpet in front of the bathtub was wet.”Ummmm….Hi!” I said. I could feel my cock expanding in my hand. I had to go so bad. “Wait!! You can’t go! That toilet is broke. You have to use the bathroom in the pool house out back. Wait! The door locked out there.” she said. “Sorry! I can’t hold it. I have to go. I’m going to burst.” I said. “No! Stop! Wait!! Let me think.” she yelled. I turned with my cock in my hand. I watched as she pulled the plug on her bathtub. I could hear her bath water going down the drain. She smiled.”Come over here. Aim for the drain. You can go in there. Just be careful.” she said. I was going to say something but nothing came out. “Ok!” I said. I was going to burst the tip of my cock off. If I did not pee. I turned took two steps and aimed my cock in my hand toward the drain. I looked up at the ceiling. I was so embarrassed. I then heard her move in the bathtub. Her big ass squeaked from the wet tub. I then looked down. I could not see the bottom of the bathtub under her. She was so bodacious. She had so many curves, I lost count. Her breast fell on her chest. Her left nipple was rock hard. I still had not peed. It was like I had stage fright. I had to pee, but could not with her watching.”It’s Ok! You can go sweetie. I won’t tell your Parents or Brad. I know you have to go. It’s not like I’ve never seen one before. Maybe not that big. But go ahead. I’ll look away.” she said. I smiled. I looked up to see her eyes get bigger as my cock got bigger. I pulled my shirt above my abs. I finally put my right hand on my hip. I was now semi hard. I aimed my cock at the drain. Her bath tub was empty. There was no more water going down. I saw she was now sitting on her feet. Her big thighs rested on the bathtub. Her large ass behind her touched the other side of the bathtub. I looked on the shower head to see some soap and all her shampoo. It was now or never.I had never peed in front of anyone before. At high school I always used a stall. I never peed with guys next to me. Forget ever peeing in front of a girl. Now I was standing next to a hot BBW MILF in her bathroom. She was naked in the bathtub. I closed my eyes. I felt the tip of my cock open. A big warm stream hit the drain. I could hear the splash. I then got the smell. I looked down to see it was almost white. I guess from my cock being hard. I peeked over to see Brad Mom watching the whole time. She did not look away. I then looked down to see both of her big fat nipples were hard. My cock was going down in my hand. Then it swelled back up when I felt a little dribble come back to my cock.”You might want to shake it when your done. Little more!” she said. I shook my cock making the last small amount fall meciyeköy escort bayan in the tub. Now I was standing there with my hard cock in my hand. “On the shelve above the toilet are some wet wipes. Hand me the box. I’ll open it for you.” she said. I reached back with my free hand to pull down the wet wipes off the shelve. She moved her small hand to grab the box from mine. I was not sure what she was going to do next. She had long white finger nails. She gently open the box making careful not to break a nail. I smiled when she pulled out one big wet wipe.She looked over her glasses. “You should clean off the tip before you put him away.” she said. She put the box on the floor in front of her wet breast. I watched as she reached up placing the wet sheet on the tip of my cock. She gently cleaned off my cock. I then felt her free hand reach up to unbutton my shorts. They were now around my ankles. “Take off your shirt. Lean forward. I need to clean off the rest of you.” she said. I leaned forward. I put my hands on the shower curtain rod above the bath tub. I watched as she pulled down my boxer briefs. They were on top of my shorts. She then used the wet wipe down the length of my cock. She was sending shivers down my body. I was so turned on.She dropped the used the wet wipe on the floor. She reached down to pull another one out. She pulled my cock up to my belly button. She then looked under my cock at my naked balls. “No hair! That a first for me sweetie. Looks like you got some more to clean. Let me get it.” she moaned as she started to wipe my balls. She placed the cool sheet around my big naked balls. She then began to fondle them. Running her nails all around my skin. She dropped the used wet wipe on the floor.”All clean! Do you have to go again sweetie?” she said. I shook my head “No!” “God your still hard. I’m not sure if you can get him back in your shorts. Let me help…..” she said. She started to lick the tip of my cock. I put my hand on her dirty blonde hair. She had half of my cock shoved in her hot mouth. She used her hands to smack my cock on her lips, chin, face and mouth. She then began to fondle my big balls in her hands. She then let go of them to fondle my hard ass. I could feel her grip my ass as she started to deep throat my cock. I turned to look around the bath room. Was the door lock. Would Brad walk in on us. I had left and told him I be right back.”Should I lock the door? What about Brad?” I said. She let go of my cock. Her saliva dripping on her breast. “Its Ok sweetie. He gets playing on his computer. He will forget what time it is. He won’t walk in. I’m glad my husband did not fix the lock on the door. You might not have burst in here. I want your cock in my pussy baby. Stand back.” she moaned. I kicked my shorts, boxer briefs and tossed my shirt across the room near the door.I heard her body come out of the tub. Her big wet ass made a large suction noise. Her breast bounced on her body. She still had some water on her lower body. Her pussy was shaved very close. I could see her big pussy lips were wet on the outside. I smiled as I bent down to kiss her on the lips. She put her hot tongue in my mouth. She grabbed my hands putting them on her wet breast. I began to pinch them in my hands. I massaged them as I pulled on her erect nipples. My cock touched her belly. She looked down.She put some towels on the edge of the bathtub. She then laid down with her back on the towels. I put one foot in the bath tub. The other on the white carpet. I gently put my cock near her pussy. She reached down to insert my cock in her tight pussy. Her big cunt lips parted as I began to fuck her. Slowly at first. Her big breast fell down on her sides. She reached down to pull them back up on her chest. I started to lick her nipples. I then grabbed her left breast with both of my hands. I pushed it out to her side fucking her faster. Her feet touched my knee as she open her legs. She put her legs around my waist pushing my cock in deeper.After a few minutes I moved her to her knees. She put her hands on the wet towels on the bath tub. Her face was near the toliet. I was licking and fondling her big ass with my mouth. She moaned as I ran two fingers in her tight pussy. I then spit on my cock as I removed my two fingers from her. She looked over her shoulder. I smiled when I looked down to see her pussy and her big ass in front of my cock. I rammed my cock in her pussy. “Yes!!! Fuck şişli escort me! Faster! Faster! Faster!!!!!” she yelled. I gripped her big hips slamming my cock in her wet pussy. After a few minutes her body shook. Her face hung low. I reached under her bodacious body to grip her tits. I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy. She was still having a orgasm as I started to lick her pussy front behind.I sat in the bath tub. My ass on the wet bottom. My head against the bath room wall. She got off her knees. She then put her feet next to my thighs. She reached down to guide her wet pussy on my cock. I reached up to place her big breast on my face. I was licking, sucking and biting them as she bounced up and down on my cock. She moaned very loud when she got all my cock in her pussy. I could feel my balls bounce on her wet skin. I was close to cumming. It had been close to an hour since we started. I started to say I was close. “I….I….” I said. “Keep fucking me until you cock falls out baby. Go ahead…..Cum deep inside me…It’s been so long since I felt someone….Fuck!!! You cumming so much. Your spilling out of me.” she shouted. I could feel my cock erupt deep in her pussy.A few minutes later I had not fallen out of her pussy grip. She stood up. Her pussy dripped on my stomach. She put her fingers down inside her pussy. She scooped out some of my load. She cleaned her fingers. She wiped some on her nipples. She then sucked on her big fat nipples. She bent down to start the water. She pulled the shower curtain closed. I sat under her. She then turned on the shower. I kept watching her from down in the bath tub. I moved so I was on my back. My long legs touching the far end of the bath tub. She started to wash her pussy. Then her big breast. Her soap dripped on my chest. She then had me stand up. She washed me from head to toe.After the shower. I picked up my clothes from behind the door. We were both naked as we walked down the hall to her bedroom. I walked passed Brad door. I could hear him on his computer. His Mom smiled as we got to her bedroom. She locked the door behind us. “Our you in a hurry to go home? Do you have plans? Do you want to stay and keep me company. I have the day off from work. I’ve always wanted to be tied up on my bed.” she said. I spent the rest of the day fucking her around her bedroom. I got to use my big black leather belt on her ass as she tried to free herself on her bed.A week later:”Thank you for dinner. It was very nice. If you will excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.” I said. I pushed myself from the table. I walked passed Brad and his Dad at the table. A minute earlier Brad Mom was playing with my ever growing cock under the table. She first reached down to put my napkin in my lap. She groped my cock under my jeans. For the last hour she been using her feet to play with my cock. She unzipped my jeans with her toes. She had used her feet to fuck my cock. I was close to cumming. I pushed her feet off my cock. I put my cock back in my jeans. A minute later I opened the door to the same bathroom from the previous week.”God! Your such a big tease. We only have a few minutes. Fuck me!!! With the big cock baby. I got a wet wipe for him.” she moaned. Brad Mom was already naked. She had pulled off her tiny black dress. She cleaned off my cock from her feet. I sat on the edge of the sink. She backed up her big ass on my cock. I slipped my cock in her wet pussy. She let me smell her wet finger. I took one big whiff and her tight pussy on my cock made my erupted in her pussy. I reached around to play with her labia with my cock still in her pussy. She orgasm on my cock. I pulled out after a few minutes. She cleaned off my cock.A got to the table first. I sat down. “Any problems?” Brad Dad said. “No! All good.” I said. A minute later his wife sat down opposite of me. She smiled as she had one finger in her mouth. “Honey! Are you Ok?” said her husband. “All good sweetie. I just got off the phone with Buck’s Mom. If it’s Ok with you. I told her he was going to stay over and hang with Brad. He can sleep down the hall in the spare bedroom tonight.” she said.I left Brad room an hour later. I walked down the hall to the spare bedroom. I got under the sheets. I left the light next to the bed on. I could feel the sheets on my skin. A minute later the door burst open. “Oh! I see your ready for me…Hubby is a sleep. He is a sound sleeper. I saw Brad playing with himself in his room. Do you need some company young man? I got a new box of wet wipes for us to use. Can you stay over this weekend. Hubby and Brad are going camping. A computer camp. They love to play with there joy sticks. But not as much as I like playing with yours.” she moaned.Love,Buckxoox

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Mandy’s MilkADULT. Not for selling. By Jay Jay1: Accidental Introduction Mandy could not believe she was falling victim to her own devices. Had she never pushed her father into the 21st century, she would not be in the predicament she is today. Mandy was born and raised on the family farm. She had left to go to college and had returned after gaining dual degrees in Computer Technology and Financial Accounting. But in the five years since she had left the fourth generation dairy farm; it had become apparent that the farm was in severe jeopardy. As she worked on her accounting degree her father talked more openly about the finances of the farm. As she entered her junior year it was obvious that the family farm was in serious jeopardy. The cost of labor was killing them, productivity was way down, and the profit on their average gallon of milk was breakeven on a good day. She began researching other farms only to find extremely high levels of automation that increased productivity, reduced labor, and lead to a higher grade of more consistent milk. She had convinced her father to completely revamp the farm. It was a huge risk and would cost him nearly everything he had, but she promised the farm would be profitable within two years and could potentially pay for itself within three. He loved his daughter and couldn’t bear the thought that he would be the last generation of farmers and could ultimately be responsible for the demise of the family farm.She used the farms financial books in her final paper for her accounting degree. It had been two years since her dad had installed the new equipment with Mandy working as the Systems Engineer helping to write code and integrating all the electronics it saved her dad a bundle of money and gave her a better understanding of how to maintain all the equipment and an insight into how the finances were directly linked to the performance of every piece of equipment. That insight and understanding is what lead to her undoing. She had been monitoring productivity on Milking Stall One for a week, this was the test stall and the one that they had used to trial all their new equipment and new concepts before integrating them into the other twelve stalls. As a result it was also the most sensitive cell to operate and maintain as devices were added, removed, and spliced in over the last two years. She and her father had discussed shutting it down and replacing it “…one of these days.” They agreed that they would as soon as they had paid off all the initial investment. Mandy had a convention to attend on Saturday and was taking off on a business and recreational trip for a week and wanted to make sure the cell was running fine before she left. She had planned on trouble shooting the station that morning before things got busy then leaving a note for one of the skilled staff to fix it based on her instructions.She woke up early Saturday before the sun rose got dressed and thought she would stop by the cell and see what was required. She was wearing a comfortable pair of 3-inch cowboy boots that came up to her knees. A pair of tiny Daisy Duke denim shorts and a half-T-shirt that showed off her tight firm stomach. She knew she had time to catch her flight, check into the hotel, change into something fancier, and then catch the afternoon convention. She went down to the milking barn and entered the control booth. She spent a few minutes diagnosing the cell as the occasional cow cycled through the door. She guessed that there was a broken proximity switch, but couldn’t be sure since she kept getting crossed readings. Knowing she didn’t have a full understanding of the problem, she had to do a more ‘hands-on’ investigation. The Saturday crew wouldn’t be arriving until eight, so she had at least two hours before anyone would be entering the barns. Since her cab would be there within the hour, there was little time to waste. Running back to the main house, getting changed, putting on coveralls, fixing the cell and getting changed again would take too long. She stripped down nude and jumped over the fence wall. She had less then thirty minutes to crawl into the milking station find the problem, crawl back out, then shower up and get redressed before the cab arrived. She had waited for the last cow to go past her and then manually set the system so the next cow would be routed into the problem Station #1. As soon as she jumped the fence her bare feet landed in the mucky dirt and filth that led to the switching station. Her face cringed as the smelly goop oozed through her painted nails. She immediately thought back to her c***dhood days and walking around in her bare feet through the muddy driveway after a long rain. While standing their in the nude contemplating her situation she stopped for a second reconsidering her impulse decision to investigate the working end of the milking station. Before she had a chance to jump out and come back in the proper attire, another cow wandered in behind her and nudged her forward knocking her flat onto her naked toned belly. She promptly fell forward into the six inches of goop scrambling to her hands and feet crawling and sliding through the muck to avoid getting trampled by the cow behind her. Much to her dismay and satisfaction the door to Station 1 opened and closed behind her isolating her from anxious heifer behind her. She was now locked inside the dysfunctional station and could take in her situation. Her long brown hair was covered in manure and mud. Her face was black as tar and she used her hands to sc**** away the muck so she could see. Her ample C-Sized cups were covered in goop and clumps of brown and black chunks hung off her breasts and legs as she recovered from her fall. As she sat in the stall she immediately recognized the problem. The plug to the switch on the entry door had worked loose and was giving false readings if a cow was present or not. The rattling of the steel walls and the moving herd was enough to set the loose sensor off, telling the computer to open and close the doors to let the current cow free. The entry and exit doors cycled a couple times indicating a cow had come and gone without actually leaving the station. Unfortunately, Mandy had only set the computer for one manual cycle. The next cycle of the doors would be fully automatic and in full accordance with the daily production schedule. She sat down on her haunches squinting as her ankles and bare ass sank deeper into the muck knowing full well that the stalls had not been cleaned in a week. To save money on a full-time crew, they used a smaller part-time crew to come in on the weekends to spray down the buildings, shovel up the manure and really clean up the barns. She didn’t care about the maintenance schedule right now and just wanted to fix the door switch and get out to shower the crap and manure from her body. She reached through the steel grating and tightened the plug on the switch and the light began glowing green indicating it had full communication with the control room. As soon as the light turned green, the exit door swung open allowing the current cow to exit. She waved her hand through the light beam to reset it causing the exit door to close. The entry door then opened behind her. Since she was still sitting in the entryway, she was blocking the motion sensor so the door immediately began closing before she had a chance to crawl out. She sat for a brief second confident she had found the problem when the entry door started closing and second phase of the milking process started pushing her completely into the milking bay. Powerless against the steel grate that was designed to move heavy stubborn cows forward she began crawling forward on her knees as her feet slipped under the bottom rung of the pusher bars. She panicked briefly but before she knew it her head was forced forward into the front grate. As soon as her head hit the front grate the bars closed horizontally and vertically trapping her head in the front of the cell. She knew she was in trouble as the light ahead of her turned green indicating she was ready for identification and milking.The computer scanned her body and realized she did not have an RF ID tag, which classified her as a new heifer to the farm. As soon as this was done the computer set a robotic arm in motion and welcomed her to the farm. A large leather collar was wrapped around her neck and riveted closed. A large square cowbell hung from her neck and would announce her every movement for the duration of her time spent as a cow. At the same time a rubber covered steel bit was placed through her mouth as a complicated leather harness wrapped around her head and was riveted in place. The rubber bit was uncomfortable and kept her from completely closing her mouth and prohibited her speech. She knew that the leather could be cutoff, and the rivets could be drilled out, but she knew that there were certain future changes that could not be undone. A special Radio frequency ID tag was placed to her ear as a sharp needle went through the eyelet of the tag and through the base of her ear. She knew that she had just been tagged with a metal business card sized transmitter that would track her movements and productivity throughout her life on the farm. But she feared the next part would be worse. To control unruly cows, a large metal ring was placed through each a****l’s noses. Any farm hand could attach a lead to the ring and instantly control the large cows. She also knew that the ring would be welded closed the instant it was attached. The mere thought of the massive ring permanently hanging from her nose made her cry. The pinching feel of the ring getting punched through her septum made her scream as the sides of the ring pushed against her nostrils flaring her pretty little nose as the heavy weight of the ring was felt down past her lower lip. She forced her eyes closed imaging how cartoonish the large cow sized ring would look on her human sized face.She was still cringing over her ruined nose and had completely forgotten the next phase. Simultaneously she felt the burning sensation of a million hot pokers getting forced onto her ass cheeks. She instantly screamed as the realization that she had just been branded on her ass. Although she could not see it, she knew that every cow on the farm was branded the same. The large circle outlined the shape of a classic Americana barn and the name “Dawson Farms” written along the roof and sides of the old looking barn. Mandy was extremely proud of the logo as it had adorned four generations of cattle that had been brought to the farm, but she never planned on having it burned into her own ass. They had decided on a slightly larger logo when they automated the branding process, perhaps a bit over the top. She knew that within days the scar tissue would be formed and the black logo would be emblazoned on her ass forever. Her other cheek would be labeled to match the Radio Frequency ID Tag in her ear. She didn’t know the number, but she knew that “Milk Cow #____” would keep her from ever wearing a bikini again. Her head was spinning knowing that her machines, her hardwork, were now retaliating on her.Mandy’s frazzled mind could not even keep up with the automated changes and she was always one step behind predicting what would happen next. However the next assault she could have never predicted as it was something her father had done without telling her. The robot returned and using a pair of pinchers; pulled her lips out from her mouth until she was certain they would be yanked clear off her face. The robot then tattooed the same number onto the inside of her lips just in case someone tried to steal the cow and raise them on their own farms as one of their own heard. As her lips were much smaller then a cows, the full tattoo barely fit on her lip. Instead the top lip had the text “DAWSON FARMS” clearly displayed along her cute painted red lips while the lower lip proudly displayed “MILK COW”. The number she had been assigned and branded on her ass was written permanently on the inside of her lower lip. She had never known this was being done, as she had never looked inside the lips of their herd.The unexpected treatment of her lips knocked her further off-balance and she was once again caught off guard by the strange feeling on her chest. She was shocked when the four pop can sized silver tubes emerged from the sides of her stall and locked onto her belly. Before the cylinders attached themselves a spray of warm disinfectant hosed off her underbelly then immediately sucked onto her flesh. The first two found her nipples easily gripping onto her perfect “eraser” sized tits. The second two however struggled to find home and eventually latched onto her belly just above her ribs. The suction at her nipples stung at first and grew more painful as the sensations continued but quickly turned up empty. Next was a stinging in her waist as the computer drew a blood sample and DNA test to determine why her initial production was so low. The alarm went off indicating she was not a healthy cow and had to be isolated.Isolation was a bad thing. The quarantine barn was a smaller detached facility from where the milking and housing stalls were built. To avoid contamination, the barn was off limits and completely automated. Only Mandy had the entry codes and even she had only been in there twice in the last two years for the annual audit. Now she was about to be detained there for God only knows how long. Before she could react, clamps closed around her wrists and above her knees forcing her to stay on all fours as she had been since repairing the stall. The gird pattern holding her head in position briefly relaxed allowing an automated shuttle car to arrive at Milking Station 1 and move it over the to the quarantine area. She was quickly docked into the Heifer Hospital as they had aptly nicknamed it. There were two other cows in the building, which could hold twelve cows, but seldom held more then six. As she was parked in place, the grid returned around her neck, but the shackles around her arms and legs stayed locked prohibiting her from lifting her limbs. The few minutes it took to go from the milk house to the hospital allowed her to think about her future. The milking machine would soon return latching onto her body for the entire duration of her stay in the hospital. She would be given an IV and doped up with anything that the computer deemed necessary to return her to the herd. Medication, DNA supplements, added nutrients, and any other medical needs were at the computer’s disposal. If the daily blood testing indicated she was lacking something, she would be administered it instantly until all four of her teats were consistently producing. She feared what that would mean to a human with only two breasts.With mechanical precision she was quickly trapped in her bay and the silver cylinders returned spraying her body a second time with disinfectant and latching onto her boobs. The needle quickly jabbed into her arm and took a blood sample and diagnosed her with a number of cow related deficiencies. As a human she was perfectly healthy, but as a milk-producing heifer; she was a wreck. The computer immediately began giving her DNA injections of their healthiest herd member. The suction started on her breasts again as her human nipples began to harden in fear of what would happen next while the set attaching to her ribs felt as though they were getting ripped from her body. She tried to scream but her voice was hoarse and the bit in her mouth kept her from making more then muffled noises that were indiscernible over the sickly neighbors next to her. She knew that her cab would be arriving soon. She knew that the cabbie would not wait long at such an early hour of the morning on a Saturday to pick her up. If she did not answer her phone when he called to check on her, he would soon leave to go find a paying fair. She feared that the expensive leather Coach Hand Bag with her initials on it would be found in the control room, but doubted that anyone would sort through it and find her clothes haphazardly packed inside it, and would likely just return it to her bedroom. She wondered how long it would take for some one to realize she never made it to the convention. That she never made it out on vacation. That she was still stuck on the farm being mistreated as some four-legged cow. It could be ten days before anyone even realized that she was not accounted for. She wondered what would happen in ten days, and what would happen if she went undiscovered for even longer.2: Back at the RanchJust as she predicted, life went on without her. While she was being diagnosed in the Heifer Hospital, her cab arrived, and waited. The driver called back to dispatch that in turn called her cell phone. When she didn’t pick up the cabbie honked his horn a couple times and waited. Her Dad woke up upon hearing the commotion and grabbed his robe and walked to the window. As he pulled back the curtains, the yellow taxi drove off, presumably with his daughter safely on her way. He decided to not go back to bed and instead start his day a little early and dressed for breakfast. Right on schedule the weekend crew arrived and went about checking repair and maintenance items off the weekly list of chores that had accumulated over the last seven days. The lead technician Brandon entered the control booth and discovered that Milking Station One was working fine. He had received Mandy’s call earlier in the week warning him that Station one would require some repairs. However instead of a list of things to check out, instead he found Mandy’s small duffle bag sitting on the desk in the control room. He assumed that Mandy had time to repair the Station before she left, but accidentally left her day bag behind. He monitored the milk production paying close attention to Station #1 for the next hour. He grabbed her duffel bag, returned it to the main house and left it sitting by her desk in her private bedroom back in the old family farmhouse. He and Mandy had the occasional late night roll in the hayloft but their relationship was strictly confidential. They always seemed to be dating other people so they could never pursue a relationship beyond a flirtatious friendship behind the backs of their current significant other.Her dad called that evening to congratulate her on the repairs to Station #1 and to see how her day at the convention went. He was not surprised when she didn’t pick up as she was often out partying and flirting with the various venders and suppliers who attended the conventions. Being young, good looking, smart and female in the male dominated industry made her vary popular with any number of prospective suitors making a play for her at any given moment. Of course her phone was in her duffel bag, which was about three doors down and could not be heard through the thick plaster walls of the old farmhouse. He would call again on Sunday and leave her another message that evening. He didn’t want to bother her on vacation, so he wished her a good flight and promised to see her on Sunday. Eventually the phone went dead and Mandy’s hopes for rescue were similarly fading as the computer continuously pumped d**gs into her system as it kept attempting to extract milk from her sore nipples. The pain was becoming unbearable as her breasts and flesh felt as though they were going to be turned inside out.Her father had forgotten what time her flight was due to arrive and nervously fell asleep late Sunday when his only daughter had not returned. It was unusual for Mandy to not return her messages and even more out of character for her to not call at least once to check in on the farm and how her dad was doing. When she had not arrived home Monday morning and still hadn’t called to check in, her father called the authorities and the hunt began. The local sheriff had known Mandy since she was in diapers and took her disappearance very seriously. He interviewed each full-time resident on the farm and started going individually to each part-time employee checking everyone’s story and trying to spot signs of foul play. He submitted search warrants and pulled phone records, taxi dispatch records, convention hall surveillance tapes, searching for any signs of Mandy’s last minutes on the farm. Brandon had the only leads indicating that she had repaired Station One but left her bag behind. The bag was still sitting on the floor of her bedroom but no signs of Mandy. They searched the barn from top to bottom with exception of the Infirmary. While they could not get into the infirmary without Mandy’s codes, they could however view the surveillance tapes monitoring the movements in and out of the barn. The exterior tape monitored all of the barns from one location and showed nobody even approached the barns in the last week, let alone entered the barn in the last three months. Since it was a limited access quarantine building with access to expensive d**gs and technology, there was a dedicated camera inside the building monitoring the entrance and the lab. It had a peripheral view of the stalls, but unfortunately Mandy’s stall was not one of the ones on camera. The sheriff’s investigation lead nowhere so he continued pouring through the hundred’s of hours of tape footage and pursued many dead end leads and still had gotten nowhere. The Heifer Hospital şişli escort bayan was immediately eliminated from the list of possible hiding places as it was only accessible by automated heifer transport or the entry door which was still sealed from it’s annual inspection three months prior.The investigation had entered week three and Mandy was still stuck kneeling in six inches of mud, manure and piss while the computer continually pumped her system full of d**gs and medication. Her days had become a boring blur as the neighboring cows were randomly pulled in and out once healed and released back to the herd. It had only been three weeks and Mandy desperately wanted to be returned to the herd despite her former human status. However her place in the stall remained constant as the machines continued their ongoing repair of her human condition. Suddenly without warning, something changed. Both her tits, one shortly after the other, felt the strangest of sensations. At first the pain was unbearable and stung like nothing she could imagine. But soon the rhythmic stings matched that of the pumping machine and she realized what had happened. Tears of mixed emotions began pouring from her eyes considering what had just transpired. She was happy on one note that she was getting closer to release from her hell, but scared and sad that the machine had convinced her body to begin producing milk in such a short period of time.The sheriff was relentless and continued pursuing every lead regardless of how obscure and unlikely it seemed. The fact that it was a small country sheriff department also meant they had plenty of time, even though they might not be the most proficient at cracking crimes. Meanwhile Mandy continued changing as she was stuck in the infirmary with each passing week. As she was sitting on her knees with her calves laying flat behind her, the automated cleaning system was unable to thoroughly clean her cell so the dirt and manure piled up slowly around her and could not be removed effectively. With her head stuck in the grill bars in front of her she was unable to look back at herself and see her sides, back or stomach. So she couldn’t even see the changes that were occurring to her. The mere fact that she could feel the changes happening to her but could not see them was driving her insane. She could feel an unusual constriction around her hands and feet. She couldn’t see either so she only assumed that the mud was drying and hardening around her toes and fingers. She knew that she had to keep moving her arms and feet to avoid her muscles from atrophying and preventing blood clots from forming in her veins. The chains limited the movement in her limbs, but she had to keep moving them if she wanted to stay alive and keep her body from falling apart. The tight chains kept her from itching her ears, legs, arms or any part of her body. She could only assume that the uncleanly conditions had lead to sores, fleas or insect bites on her body that was causing the unrelenting itching sensation all over her body. The Heifer Hospital was never intended for long term detention with the average cow spending less then a week inside before automatically getting released.The investigation continued outside the barns, but her situation was getting worse on the inside. The itching got worse on her ears and soon her whole back and arms and calves were a constant source of annoyance. She craned her head and scanned the room for any reflections that might give her a hint of what was going on with her body. She had always been very active on the farm and stayed in shape with running and working out regularly. Weeks of continuous inactivity were making her weak and the constant d**gging from the computer was mind numbing. The 24/7 availability of the water slurry dripping from the rubber-nursing nipple was adding to her waistline. The long rubber nipple resembled one of the female cows nipples and was designed to entice the sick calves to supple their daily food intake. Mandy’s overall weight classified her as a baby cow and therefore she was feed through a rubber nipple rather then via a feeding tray like the larger older cows that entered and exited the facility. The nutrient rich food mix was packing on the pounds as she felt the extra weight hanging from her rib cage. She feared that she would never be able to work off the added weight and return to the slender waistline of the 120-pound young lady that entered Station One just weeks before.The investigation entered the third month and the sheriff was preparing her father for the inevitable. After 90 days without a break or a ransom note or a phone call the local authorities theorized she may have been k**napped or ran away but feared she may very well be dead. While lacking any motives or any reason to suddenly disappear, the police were running out of possible ideas. It was a brutal reality, but with no other leads, the investigation was close to slipping into the “Unsolved Mystery’s” category in the sleepy farming community. But hidden inside the Infirmary there were several mysteries that Mandy could not solve. Her breasts had continued getting heavier and the stinging sensations from the daily pumping had become less painful and more pleasurable with each passing day. The gentle suckling at her nipples was the only attention the lowly human cow had received in months and the only thing that kept her sanity. Her belly also felt like it had quadrupled in size and she could only imagine that the machine had somehow impregnated her in it’s attempt to start the milking process. The joints in her fingers seemed to have seized and bending them became a daily chore. She feared her fingers would start to atrophy and she would soon lose any dexterity she once had in her hands. She strained her neck to look underneath her and through the metal grate around her head. Despite how hard she tried, she still could not see the changes to her body beneath her neck. It wouldn’t have mattered either way since the muck and manure was easily ten inches deep and the chains around her wrists prevented her from lifting her crud and crap encrusted hands above the dirt and mud. The same feeling that was gripping her hands also seemed to have possessed her feet as her toes and ankles seemed to grow stiffer and more constricted each day. The itching on her back, calves and forearms had begun to lessen. The painful itching and burning at the base of her spine had somehow disappeared completely and felt more like a dull pulling or dragging sensation. It seemed like a fifth suction cup was attached above her ass and her spine was getting pulled out thru her skin. Meanwhile her nose had begun to itch relentlessly. She spent most of her day shaking her head hoping the swaying and jerking of the obnoxious stainless steel ring would somehow relieve the annoying feeling that had taken over her nose. Her days were spent bouncing from emotional highs to the deepest of lows. Every time a new heifer was automatically removed or deposited into the infirmary, her heart raced wondering if it would be her time to be returned to the herd. Each day she was disappointed as her day returned to it’s constant monotony. She would eagerly suck the rubber nipple placed in front of her knowing that it would eventually lead her to release. If she did not eat, she would certainly die, but she would not be allowed to die as the machines were designed to intravenously keep the cows alive and nurse them back to health even if they would not eat. Eating also had turned into a sexual activity as the more she sucked and swallowed the sweet ambrosia dispensed from the end of the rubbery tube the wetter she became between her legs. She had few sexual partners while away at school, even fewer that she had lowered herself to suck their penis. But the longer she continued sucking the red rubber nipple the more she envisioned the rubber nipple as the penis of her lover. Each lick made her wetter as her juices dripped down her legs and added to the moist mixture that was pooling up around her knees. Every tug at her nipples from the milking machine became a gentle suck and caress from some mystery partner eager to please her and keep her on the edge of orgasm. The Heifer Hospital was kept at a constant comfortable temperature, but sweat oozed from her every pore 24 hours a day, as she was stimulated nearly 24/7 but never allowed relief. The constant excitement and emotional roller coaster kept her on the brink of insanity and she prayed each day for rescue or death not knowing which fate would have been preferred.The weeks turned into months as her daily routine slowly ate away at her mind. She wondered how many more days she could endure before her body simply gave up on her. She thought back to the many arguments she and her father had regarding the economic return on investment of a cow that kept revisiting the infirmary. Considering her current state, they argued coldly and without consideration for the cows that they had turned into money making machines. “What is the average lifespan of a milk producing Heifer? At what age does the cow stop producing useable product and reaches retirement and eventual slaughter? How many days a year should a cow be allowed time in the infirmary? How many sick days should a cow be allowed in a lifetime? At what percentage of milk days to sick days does a cow become economically non-profitable?” She wondered how many days the computer would keep her alive before it was programmed to take the non-profitable heifer out to slaughter? She tried to think back to her programming days to determine if there would be a chance of escape before she met her final days? She wondered what day it was today and racked her fragile brain to remember what her father had agreed to use as the break even number on an unhealthy cow? Did he chose a percentage of the cows overall age? Did he settle on a max number of days per year? No matter how many days or what final percentage was, she was certain that her time had to be drawing to a close. She vowed that if she were ever released from this place she would never refer to the cow as if it was just an emotionless a****l. Security procedures would be assessed and the robotic machine treatment of the cattle would be humanized; somehow…It was day 142 in the outside world as she had come to know it. The investigation was all but closed as an eerie sadness descended on the farm. The farms only daughter, the sole inheritor of the Dawson Dairy Corporation was gone and the last of the privately owned family farms was certain to get swallowed up by some huge corporate giant. Her Dad had never planned on anyone other than his daughter to take over the farm. Now he was faced with the disappearance of his only daughter and the eventual end of the Dairy Empire she had helped create. Meanwhile Mandy sat nearly motionless in the hospital stall that had held her for the last 20 weeks. She recognized the new pains in her stomach and screamed into her rubber covered metal bit. The second set of silver cylinders had been working on her body for weeks now and after 142 days something had finally changed. She could feel the burning and piercing sensation that she felt way back in her first month of confinement. She could only imagine that her body had betrayed her, somehow the milking machine had finally modified her body and she was now miraculously leaking milk from four locations. After the muted screaming subsided the tears began pouring as the realization of her predicament began to set in. She was locked in a metal stall on all four feet covered in almost 12 inches of accumulating feces. Her body was now being milked in four locations and she could not imagine what other transformations had taken place to her body. The weeks dragged on and eventually the pain subsided and the suckling machine eventually turned pleasurable and the daily milking sessions soon turned erotic and she had the same wetness in her legs as she had come to look forward to in the weeks prior.3: The Search is Finally OverThe weeks continued plodding along as Mandy began looking forward to suckling the rubber nipple enjoying every drop of rich nutrients as they dripped down her throat and dribbled off her chin. With each gentle tug on her nipples she wished she had someway to touch herself and bring herself over the edge. It had been nearly 23 weeks and her once brain’iac straight laced intelligent mind had turned into a continual never ending circle of erotic pleasure. Every thought she had somehow had turned sexual. Each sucking of her nipples was multiple lovers slowly caressing and massaging her nipples to the most exquisite of pleasures. Every time the rubber nipple appeared in front of her she could only think of a myriad of naked men who she begged to take into her mouth. She envisioned her imaginary lovers clipping a lead to her nose and parading her through the barns and out into the fields while she salivated over what was hiding beneath the zipper of his jeans. She was having nightly dreams of crawling with the herd as they took turns licking and drinking from each other’s nipples as they grazed in the sunlight of the day. She could not explain what had occurred to her mind and the feelings that her body was experiencing. She could only attribute the changes and her extreme horniness to the isolation and lack of human or other attention. Meanwhile the computer kept pumping her adult female sized libido to the edge of humanity with cow sized doses of d**gs. The over dosages were leading to permanent changes that would lead to irreversible changes in her body chemistry.It was Sunday morning day 197 and her Father was sitting in the control room with the Sunday paper and his morning coffee. This had become a weekend ritual since his daughter’s disappearance. It was the last location that Mandy could be placed before her disappearance and somewhere in his mind he hoped that she would someday magically reappear. As he sat there reading the day’s headlines, an alarm went off in the Heifer Hospital signifying a cow was about to be released back into the herd. He took a break from his newspaper and watched the computer screen as the computer mindlessly went through the steps to dismiss Mandy out of the infirmary and back to daily production.He was very much in tune with his herd and the fact that this particular cow had a unique entry date it immediately caught his attention. All heifers were assigned a date when the RF tag and brand were applied to the a****ls. Typically the cows were brought to the farms in groups of a dozen or more, but Mandy was a single cow and was introduced to the farm on a date when no other cows had arrived. He clicked on the cow and brought up her profile and quickly realized that this particular single cow had not left the hospital since her introduction to the farm. This indicated that there was a severe issue with the cow’s health and perhaps she still posed a serious risk to the other cattle. He had set the limit to 200 days before a cow would be considered unprofitable and this particular cow had been confined for a continual 197 days and had finally been released when her milk production had become balanced between the four nipples averaging about 16 liters a day. It didn’t take long to realize that her singular date of being added to the herd was the same date as Mandy’s disappearance from the farm. His coffee mug fell from his hand when he realized that the entire six-month search for the missing girl and she was locked in a barn in the middle of the farm the entire time. He ran down to the milking barn to intercept the automated transport wagon, which moved the cows from the hospital to the milking barns. As the rickety cart transported her feeble frame along the rough concrete floor the piles of dirt and manure fell from the cart revealing her disheveled body below. He ran up along side the cart and saw the thick leather bridal around her face with the heavy rubber bit bisecting her mouth. He barely recognized his own daughter, but he certainly recognized that she was no ordinary heifer. He hit the emergency stop button on the cart bringing it to a standstill in the middle of the barn. He knelt in front of the cart and stared into the eyes of his daughter. They were deep dark orbs and seemed empty and thoughtless. As he reached up and caressed her cheek she seemed to awake from the deep sleep that had absorbed her mind. She began to breath heavily and her ears began to perk up at the first sight of another human in over half a year. The shock of finally being found was too much for her and she quickly hyperventilated and passed out as her father began dialing the phone to call for help. Within seconds Brandon arrived on site hearing the alarm sounding in the milking room. Since Mandy’s disappearance Brandon had been hired on full-time to fill in her place and assume the overflow of daily work that Mandy typically coordinated. Mandy was glad that she was u*********s when Brandon arrived. They had an on and off affair going on which Mandy secretly wanted to become a full time thing. She often lured him into the sack trying to break up his current girlfriend. But by the time he dropped his latest fling, Mandy had given up and moved onto a new beau herself. Despite several attempts to enter into a relationship, timing was always against them. Brandon quickly loosened the engagement pins holding the bars around her neck and digging through the muck at her hands and feet to uncover the chains holding her wrists and knees to the frame of the transport cart. Neither Brandon nor her Father could believe what they were seeing as Mandy hung limply from the cart stopped in the middle of the barn.As her transformed body was removed from the cart, Brandon quickly called for a vet and the family doctor to rush to the farm for an unprecedented emergency. The two men carried her limp body into the farmhouse and brought her into the kitchen so she could be stabilized and fully checked out by the medical team that was on the way to the distant farm. With the family doctor on site and several assistants they surmised that the shock of being rescued sent her into a light c*** that they thought it would be best to keep her sedated until her body could be fully reviewed. They immediately began running test on her vital signs and her blood, as she lay motionless on the large country style table. With initial testing complete, they moved her body into the bathroom so she could be completely disinfected and cleaned up and prepared for her reawakening. The medical team moved her to the oversized bathroom suite and placed her in the large two-person tub. They quickly began hosing off her body and used a large set of clippers to shave her body hair from her legs, back and arms. The months of accumulating debris had left her hair matted and knotted all over her body. With her bath complete she was toweled off and returned to the bedroom that had been cleaned and replaced with fresh sheets on her king sized bed.The medical team began documenting her body transformation in intimate detail as her dad sat at the nightstand next to her in stunned disbelief at his once beautiful daughter that lay in front of him. The bridal harness and rubber-covered bit had been removed. But the large metal ring hanging from her nose and electronic Radio Frequency ID Tag still hung from her ear, but her ears were no longer her own. Instead her human ears had been transformed into long pointed cow-shaped ears covered in white fur with black patches that looked more appropriate on an elf than on a girl. She no longer had long brown hair cascading down to her butt. They had to give her a cute shoulder length pixie cut in order to remove the tangled mess of hair that was knotted all over her scalp. Her cute little nose had grown slightly in size and had become turned into a lump of jet-black coarse flesh that felt like a hundred girt sand paper. The leather collar was reinforced with a special wire and electronic circuitry that reacted with the RF ID Tag as a secondary means of tracking the a****ls. The collar could not be cut free without sending a signal to the RF tag poisoning her milk supply and infecting the cow. It was a secret precaution her father had taken to deture other ranchers from stealing his cows. Not even Mandy was aware of the modifications that had been planned without her knowledge.Her Father reached over and took her hand regretting the secret security policy that he and Brandon had created. As he held her hand, he closely examined her new fingers. Her normally polished nails were black hard and wide shafts of a hoof like material that covered her fingernails to the second knuckle and could not bend or be manipulated. Above her new black fingertips was a short span of pale human flesh that extended to just below her wrists. Above her wrists; her arms were covered in short white hairs with black patches that matched her cow-like ears perfectly. The hairy colored cowhide covered her back completely and narrowed at the base of her spine where it flowed into a long cow tail. Her ass was completely exposed, but covered in the heavy textured brandings that were burnt into her human flesh so many weeks ago. The short white and black hair started again at the bottom of her ass checks. The short meciyeköy escort bayan fur covered the backs and front of her legs and terminated at the black hoofs that were once her feet. Only her face, breasts, buttocks and private regions between her legs were spared the classic white and black cow fur that had overtaken her body. The doctors were fascinated by the transformations to her feet and marveled how the new feet seemed perfectly designed to support her body once she was standing. The hooves on her feet and the cow ears on her head were just some of the transformations that left the room shocked. Extending from the base of her spine and laying gently between the firm cheeks of her branded ass was a long black and white whip like tail about two feet in length with a large tuft of brown fur attached at the end. The most disturbing transformation was along her belly. Her normally C-Sized breast had swelled to overwhelming proportions. Her eraser sized nipples had been pulled, shaped and extruded into something that looked more like four hot dogs about three inches in length and roughly an inch in diameter. Even more disturbing was the second set of breasts that had started growing out of her stomach at the base of her ribs. Each breast was nearly the size of a milk jug and felt just as heavy. When standing on her hands and knees, the three-inch long nipples attached to the massive tits nearly touched the ground. The doctors began examining the set of four lactating nipples. As they moved her breasts to better understand their attachment her prone body began to gyrate and her private region began to moisten as even the slightest touch started to arouse her involuntarily. The doctors continued their examination to make sure her body was stable before deciding to bring her out of her c***.It was late Saturday afternoon when she started to stir from her sleep. She slowly began to awaken and used her hands to block the afternoon sunlight from her eyes as she adjusted to the light. As her pupils began to adapt to her bedroom she saw her father sitting on the bed next to her and quickly sat up and hugged her dad as the silk sheets fell from her shoulders baring her body to the medical team in her bedroom. She was so happy to be alive she didn’t have a care in the world who saw her body after waiting six months to be seen by anyone. As she whispered in her dad’s ear she opened her eyes and was shocked by the arms that were crossed behind his back. She lifted her right arm to examine the hard shells that hard encrusted the ends of each finger and the short fur that had overcome each arm. She pushed her father away in disbelief thinking that they were playing a cruel joke on her. With her father now retracting from her she saw her arms in full exposure as she twisted and rotated them to fully comprehend what had happened. Slowly the nightmare ebbed back into her weary mind and she remembered the itching that had plagued her for so many weeks. She recalled that the itching was on her legs and back as well and quickly reached to move the silken sheets. She used her new partially cloven hands to pull her covers back and saw the fur covering her thighs and knees. She jumped up and ran across the room completely oblivious to the entire team that was standing on the opposite side of the room. She ran to the mirror and gasped at the horrific sight of her own body.She stood there in the mirror remembering the thousands of times before when she twirled in front of that very same mirror admiring her incredible body while modeling the latest fashions or short skirt or skimpy bikini. But now she stood there in emotional and physical agony looking upon her new body. The ring in her nose, the ID Tag permanently attached to her cow like ears. The massive ring hanging from her big fat ugly black nose. The electrified steel and leather collar hanging from her neck with the large bell dangling above her tits. She brought her fur and hoof covered fingers to her tits and began fondling the four massive orbs now protruding from her ribcage. They looked like flesh colored watermelons hanging off her ribcage. Their size defied gravity as her hands disappeared beneath each of the four overfilled globes. She squeezed and tugged on the sausage sized teats sticking straight out from her body as she instantly became wet at her own touch. She looked down her body in disgust as she could see her glistening lips getting wet with lustful excitement. Her eyes continued down her body seeing her pink flesh turn to fur as her legs emerged from below her private mound. She turned slightly towards the mirror and squeezed her tight ass and was surprised and further disgusted by the tail that was dangling down past her knees. She reach behind her and pulled up the tail moving it close to her face to examine the tuft of brown hair that perfectly matched the hair color on her scalp. With her one hand grasping her tail, her other hand squeezed her ass as she rotated a bit more to see the large black silhouette of the Dawson Dairy Logo branded on her ass. She had mentally convinced herself she could shave away the white and black hairs for a few days of normality, but the heavy black logo covering her butt cheek would never go away. She slowly turned to the other direction and closed her eyes as the other branding came into focus. In undeniable bold Black letters was her new Identity. Mandy Dawson would forever be known as “Milk Cow # 163478”. She let her tail fall from her hand as she rotated the belled collar to read the black etching in the thick 2-inch leather collar. She then lifted the RF ID tag form under her pretty brown locks of hair and read the numbers reflected in the mirror. There was no denying it, the branding in her ass, the tag in her ear, and the collar around her neck all matched. She would forever be Heifer Number 163478. It was then that she recalled the strange operation to her lips and she looked closely at her mouth once more. The changes to her ears and nose were so shocking she just thought the black specs on her lips were dirt or from being chapped and dried out. But she closed her mouth beneath the obnoxious metal ring and could clearly see the words “DAWSON FARMS” on her exposed upper lip and “MILK COW” written as plain as day on her lower lip. She used her cloven hands and peeled her lower lip inside out and could read “#163478” emblazoned on the inside.She could not believe the changes and it took all of her energy to stand there in shock of what she had become. It was several quiet awkward minutes of her partially cloven hands mindlessly exploring her modified torso before she moved onto her legs. Her gaze started south again quickly ignoring the juices that had started seeping from her nether lips. Her entire legs were completely covered in the short thick colored hairs the medical team had recently cut down to size. Beneath the brandings and the hair, she could tell her legs were in incredible shape despite the many months of captivity. Her ass was more rounded and firmer then it ever was and her legs were more tone then the hottest super model she had ever seen. But her feet were another story completely. Her toes had merged together forming two wide black cone shaped hooves. Her feet emerged out each cloven hoof shooting almost straight up in the air. Her heel was easily 9 inches off the ground and almost invisible under the covering of white and black hair. She marveled at how she was even able to stand on the incredibly stable hoofs. Her hoof like feet blended seamlessly into her hair-covered legs as she twisted and turned still hoping it was just a bizarre shoe or crazy dream she was having. She could not resist the urge to bend over and attempt to touch the bizarre new feet but immediately lost her balance. The 40 pounds of flesh hanging from her chest launched her forward and she plummeted head first towards the mirror. Brandon and her Father lunged to grab her and kept her from completely toppling over. She thanked them for their fast reaction and asked to return to the milking room. Even though she had been in a c*** for nearly a week, she was well overdo for her thrice-daily milkings and the over inflated throbbing in her breast was unbearable. Brandon held Mandy vertical while her father grabbed a sheet off the bed and together the two men and the medical team guided her to the milking barn. Nobody knew what would happen but at least there was an entourage to be sure she was not abandoned in the infirmary yet again. Brandon quickly went to the control booth to monitor the process while her Father opened the gate and allowed her to crawl between the ever-changing queue of heifers waiting to be milked. She trudged forward on all fours and noticed what a fine job the maintenance staff had done cleaning the floors and removing the excess manure from the walls. She remembered how dirty the walls were and how thick the floors were with mud and thought that she may want to increase the cleaning crew to twice a week instead of just once on Saturday morning. She was trying to keep a safe distance between the cows immediately in front and behind her as she entered the switching gate, she was remarkably transferred to milking stall Number One and could only pray that this time went better then the last. Upon entering the stall the gate swung closed behind her and her head was trapped between the bars around her neck. She began to panic as she was once again locked into the milking stall. The computer scanned her RF Tag, verified it matched her leather collar and photographed her tattooed cheek to make sure the company logo was intact and the number on her ass matched the rest. The machine detected that her head harness was removed and quickly reattached a new harness and metal bit over her head and through her mouth. Like the first harness, this one was riveted closed and prevented any speech from escaping her mouth. A red rubber nipple was presented to her face and she began suckling the precious nutrients as the silver suction devices attached to her over engorged teats. Her mind was quickly over taken with erotic thoughts as the feeding nipple reminded her of a time long ago when she was sucking Brandon’s penis after they snuck away to the woods behind the large farm estate. She envisioned his strong hands pulling and massaging her breasts as they gently spurted litre after litre from her elongated nipples. She kept her legs spread wide hoping the cool breeze through the barn would help reduce the stimulation to her clit. It took every last remaining cell of her mind to not reach up and begin fondling her pussy with her partially cloven hands knowing that nearly a dozen men had joined her father in the control booth to monitor the session. She had recently endured so many humiliations; she had no intention of masturbating herself to a much needed and long overdue orgasm in front of so many watchful eyes.The lack of a regular milking had caused the session to go into overtime. Normally the average heifer would only stand for an hour of feeding and milking three times a day, but she would be forced to stand alone in the cell for three solid hours as she produced a mind numbing 22 liters of milk. Nearly 6 liters more than she had on a daily basis back in the infirmary. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist pleasuring herself when the bars on her neck finally released and the exit gate opened to release her back to the herd. She nearly trotted out of the milking station, as her massive udders no longer felt like they were ready to burst. Once leaving the barn, she stood in the pasture and brushed the straw and dust from her knees. She did not realize that the juices dripping from her sopping wet pussy had left a sticky ooze all over the inside of her thighs. The breeze had slowly blown a thick layer of dust over her legs and her hairy unkempt pussy coating the inside of her legs in an obvious pattern of black lust. As she walked over to the fence, her dad had found her favorite pajamas that consisted of a short cotton blouse with a tie through the waist. It went over her shoulders and had big oversized sleeves for her arms to stick out. It normally went down past her ass, but her recently drained breasts tightened the shirt around her chest and hiked it up in the back just exposing the human cheeks of her ass above her fur covered legs. Her recent milking left her tits raw and sensitive, but it reduced the pressure enough to stop the throbbing, it also allowed her hotdog sized nipples to droop down rather then point straight out like spears from her watermelons. However despite the massive amount of milk that was removed, her breasts appeared no smaller in size. As she emerged from the pen, Brandon used a drill and knife to remove the harness and free the gag from her mouth. She immediately kissed him deeply indicating they may have more then a working friendship with each other. Brandon was having trouble keeping his penis in check as he found his former “friend with benefits” still incredibly attractive despite her recent situation and her overly sexual kiss was not helping his situation.The group returned to her bedroom so she could be briefed on her predicament. The medical team surmised that she was in perfect health for a half-human half-heifer species. Her tits measured an incredible eight inches in diameter at the base and were nearly 12 inches long not including the 3-inch nipples popping out the end. Her breast size was equivalent to a breast augmentation of nearly 4,000 cubic centimeters in each of her four breasts. A 700 cc augmentation was relatively unheard of by human standards and she was over five times that amount. Where the average milking cow had one large udder with four elongated nipples, She had four cow-sized udders with four cow-sized nipples. She was one of the herds top producers and was yielding between 15 to 16 liters a day. As evidenced by the week long c***, where some cows go un-milked and stop producing, she seemed to only produce more when not cycled daily. Therefore surgery to have the breasts removed or reduced would be impossible due to the long recovery time and inability to lactate while recovering. She would also never be able to have human sized nipples, as they simply weren’t capable of processing the 15 liters her body was now programmed to produce. Therefore the team’s only solution was that she continue a regular regiment of having her udders emptied three times a day as had been done while locked in the infirmary. They also had received back the blood and DNA work and determined that her changes were irreversible. They compared fixing her DNA to that of an Oil Tanker spill. While it is very easy to contaminate a body of water with raw crude, it’s nearly impossible to completely clean it up 100%. And while they tried to rid her body of the hybrid DNA, her body would be constantly replicating it making complete removal impossible. Additionally DNA repairs were still experimental at best and they could no way guarantee they would not accidentally remove something important to either the cow or human body and cause very harmful and potentially life threatening damage. They could always combine her with additional Cow DNA and further her transformation, or add a completely different species and alter her transformation, but returning to humanity was no longer an option. It was becoming quite evident that returning to a normal human life would be a fantasy that she would never obtain.They had only been talking for an hour after her last milking when she could feel her breasts beginning to fill again, Her nipples hardened first and were soon kinked against the inside of her cotton jumper and throbbing very painfully. As they tried to inflate, the sensitive teats burned as they rubbed against the coarse harsh soft cotton of her short nightgown. She soon learned her first lesson of heifer life. The first part of her breasts to need milking were her nipples and if they were not allowed to erect themselves freely, they would kink and constrict and feel like they were being torn from her chest. She eventually apologized and removed the nightgown completely exposing her bare breasts and the four filling udders that quickly sprung to life as if she just ate a bowl of Viagara. It was then that she noticed the black stains of dirt and juices that were coating her legs, but she was too embarrassed to excuse herself for the bathroom and instead simply laid the nightie over her lap hiding her obvious arousal. She continued meeting with the scientist and doctors until close to ten pm when they decided to leave for the day. Her father went back to the Master Suite; Mandy went to bed on her nice comfortable mattress after showering the day’s grime away while Brandon retired to the guesthouse in case the family needed something during the night. It was Mandy’s first night conscious in her bed and relished the soft supple mattress. No longer was she surrounded by foul smelling hay and sticky decaying straw poking her in the legs. It was her first time alone and safe in her own house, her human home, and she wanted to make up for lost time. She began massaging her breasts that brought an immediate result. As she returned from the shower she went into her hope chest at the foot of her bed and dug to the bottom hoping nobody had search her room in her absence. She picked out the remote control dildo and butt plug. She had received these as a gift for her 21st birthday and had only used them once before. She thought they were too dirty for her prim and proper self but after being forced to stand in her own feces for six months, she felt nothing was beneath her any longer. She struggled to handle the menacing devices as her fingers were hard to bend and the thick collagen covering the ends of each digit lacked mobility and dexterity that she had known as a human. She was finally able to remove the cap from the remote vibrator and inserted fresh batteries in the remote and the large rubber penis. She next found the pear shaped black rubber butt plug and thought she may as well go all the way. She awkwardly rubbed the large device against her nether lips and smeared her juices all over the end. Reluctantly she started to push the large intruder into her ass. It took far more force than she remembered to get the device buried between her cheeks beneath her newly formed tail. Just when she thought she could push no farther, her ass suddenly greedily sucked it in causing Mandy to squeal like a schoolgirl. She promptly raised her cloven hand to her mouth hoping nobody heard her shout. She paused for a few minutes gasping into her own hand to make sure nobody was coming to check on her and wondered if she wasn’t going too far. Once her breathing calmed down she returned to her vibrator and it easily slipped inside her with little effort. She began to fondle the remote when it fell out of her clumsy hands and landed behind her headboard. Try as she might she could not reach it and resigned herself to another night of frustration. It was then that she realized she was both extremely horny and her burgeoning teats were dripping from not being pumped. She reached into her box one last time and removed the rubber shorts that she had been given as part of an X-Rated Halloween costume. It took all her effort but she was finally able to wiggle the shorts over her hairy body up her legs, cut a hole in the rear and snake her cow tail through the cut opening. She was going to sneak off to the barn and let the machine do the arousal for her but wanted to make sure her toys did not fall out in the process.It was just before 2 AM when she left her room and snuck across the barn for a little nighttime playtime. She left her nightie in her bedroom and streaked across the farm to the milk house. Most of the cows were sleeping so she quickly hoped the fence and crawled to the switching gate. Meanwhile back in her room, the vibrator remote was pulsating red as it defaulted to “proximity mode” when the fresh batteries were inserted. As soon as she was more then 100 feet away for more then ten minutes, the device would be set to punishment mode. Her clock had started ticking and any minute now, she would be hoping that she was back in her room, not foolishly trying to sneak out in the night on her first evening of freedom. Almost on instinct, Station One opened up and she was shuttled inside. In her haste to prepare she forgot all that was going to happen. Her head became locked in the bars and the computer scanned her body. It confirmed the RF Tag and the Collar, but due to the black rubber panties, it could not scan her ass branding. It could not recognize the branding and decided that she had some type of skin condition and would be sent to the infirmary. It also noticed that she was missing her headgear yet again and this time would be her last. Instead of the standard rubber coated bridal with leather straps she received an all steel bridal with heavy steel chains wrapped around her head. The chains were pulled tightly and the links dug into her flesh painfully. The chains were then welded shut and encoded to match the rest of her identification. Removal would not only be nearly impossible but would be painful as well. She quickly began to panic as the Silver Suction tubes did not present şişli escort themselves to her teats nor did the feeding nipple appear in front of her. Instead the heavy shackles locked around her wrists and knees indicating she was bound for the Infirmary to treat her skin condition. She screamed into the metal bit but everyone was sleeping and she could not be heard anyways. Upon arrival the suction cups appeared and quickly latched onto her teats. The feeding nipple appeared and began supplying sweet nutrition to her stomach. DNA and blood testing began but did not find any signs of infection. She would be placed under mandatory 24-hour quarantine for full diagnosis. Just as she was beginning to feel the rewards of her stupid decision to enter the milk house, the vibrator in her pussy went into full punishment mode and took away any pleasure she was destined for that evening. She tried to remove it but her cuffed hands could not reach her pussy. She tried to squeeze it out, but the rubber panties kept it buried deep inside her. She would spend the next 24 hours, suckling her feed nipple, while her butt plugged teased her ass, the milking machine aroused her nipples and the vibrator punished her pussy. She flipped between pain and pleasure a million times as the line between fantasy and reality blurred with each moment. Brandon and her Father awoke the next day to find Mandy missing yet again. Rather then call out a search party they immediately ran to the control booth to track the whereabouts of their favorite cow heifer Number 163478. When they discovered she had been transferred back to the Heifer Hospital they tried to have her removed, but the quarantine could not be overruled and she would be forced to stay locked up until 2 am Sunday morning. Even though Mandy had divulged the Master codes for the entire system, the quarantine was a requirement by the FDA and could not be over-ruled by anyone, for any reason. It would be a long Sunday for everyone involved as Mandy was mercilessly tortured and pleasured once again inside the Heifer Hospital. She cursed her father and Brandon for leaving her locked up all day when they should have been able to figure out her location. They determined there was nothing they could do and nervously went about their daily chores. Brandon set his alarm for 1 AM and woke up in time to get changed and make his way to the milking station. He was told to notify her Father if there was a problem, but according to the infirmary records her health and vital signs were normal if not erratic. At 2 AM the alarm went off in the control booth indicating that Heifer 163478 was transferring back to the milking station for release. She was placed back into station one where she was promptly released and allowed to crawl back to the pasture behind the barn.As she wobbly crawled out of the barn Brandon jumped over the fence to greet her and helped her to her feet. He immediately recognized the chain linked harness wrapped around her head and realized he would be unable to remove it. He reached behind her and helped stand her up and carry her to the bedroom. As soon as they were within 100 feet of the Main House the remote switched back to full pleasure mode and her head began to spin in ecstasy. By the time they arrived back at her bedroom her sexpot was boiling over and she could not contain herself. As soon as the door closed behind them she pushed Brandon onto the bed and fumbled with his sweat pants.Confused at first but quickly aroused by the sudden change of mood he reached down and helped her free his growing penis from his loins. The second his penis emerged from his pants, she opened her gagged mouth and began sucking on his penis for several minutes until his sweet sperm was shooting from his tip and down her throat. Even after she eagerly ate the last drop she crawled on top of him and begged him to remove her pants. She eventually mumbled enough that he began reaching for her waist and realized that she was wearing rubber pants and was hiding so much more between her legs. It took a long while for him to wiggle the tight rubber pants down her sweaty legs. Finally with the thick red rubber panties removed he was able to retract the rubber vibrating penis from her vagina and finally give her some relief. As soon as the penis shape plug was removed it was immediately replaced by Brandon’s own penis as she began humping him to a mind-blowing orgasm. She had several massive orgasms before she collapsed on the bed next to Brandon with the pear-shaped plug still jammed deep in her ass.She lay in his arms for several minutes coming off her emotional roller coaster and returning to reality in her bedroom. She tried to reach behind her and remove the large plug in her ass, but with her limited mobility and the lack of sensation in her fingers she was unable to grasp the plug and finally gave up and begged for Brandon to remove the plug from her stretched arse. Once she was completely free of her rubber invaders, the two of them retreated to the shower to wash the juices and dirt from her hybrid body before going to bed for the night. The sponge bath in the shower pushed her to the limit and they had sex in the shower as she was teetering on her hooven feet before finally making it to bed for the night. They awoke in the morning as Mandy’s Dad was knocking on her door to discover Mandy and Brandon laying in bed together. Mandy four teats had inflated to full size and her long nipples were sticking straight up like the spires of a church. He was shocked at first to find the two of them together, but had always suspected that there was some spark between them both. Mandy was still unable to speak as the chain link harness was still welded around her head. Brandon escorted Mandy down to the milking station so she could receive her morning feeding as well as her first of three daily milkings. After the hour-long session inside the milking barn she exited the barn horny as hell and eager to find her fuck buddy to relieve the built up tension from her morning session.4: Return to NormalityShe spent the next two-weeks reprogramming the entire computer system and debugging the code to allow for special circumstances for Cow #163478. It would have taken less time had she been able to type faster and operate the mouse to the mainframe with human hands. As it was, she had to let her fingers grow longer so she could taper them so she could stop hitting three keys at once. She had to completely change her typing habits to compensate for her unbendable fingers. She was able to promote her father and Brandon to Super Users giving them complete access to the system and all buildings in the event she was somehow detained against her will. She was able to create special rules for herself but could not completely change the rules to suit her situation. She was able to modify the milking station so that she would not have to wear the harness and bit gag in her mouth during milking. But it would be closer to three weeks before she could remove the safety precaution that prevented her from cutting the chain link gag on her face and removing the metal bit in her mouth.It was nearly a month before she could give Brandon the all clear to cut her harness from her head and finally remove the thick chains and steel bit in her mouth. She was able to prohibit the computer from administering additional DNA supplements to promote milk production or continue her transformation into a cow. She was not able to remove the collar from her neck or the bell that hung from it. She also could not remove the RF Tag from her ear, as they were both required to track her progress and health on the farm and removal of either would result in her getting branded a second time and retagged the next time she was milked. The marks on her ass and lips were embarrassing enough; there was no way she wanted to repeat the process. She also could not remove the massive ring from her nose and would be forever stuck with the ring dangling in the middle of her face.She quickly learned that clothing was optional in her new life. Not only was the simple task of getting dressed made extremely difficult with her cumbersome claws. But simply finding items that would fit her unusual proportions was next to impossible. With four gigantic breasts with 3-inch nipples, there was not a bra on the planet that would fit. Her teats were always rubbed raw from the constant milking and no matter how much medication or lotions she applied to them; they could only grant a few minutes of relief. She had a costume seamstress and several other cloths makers arrive at the farm to create a garment that would fit her unique body, but all had failed. Her breasts were extremely sensitive and every touch no matter what the cloth excited her. Her teats were soft and would hang down immediately after milking, but within an hour they would begin filling and become stiffer, wanting to stick directly out from her chest as her breasts began to swell. Any bra which kept them bent over or down caused her incredible pain as the nipples tried to stand up and the garment kept them kinked at their base. The first four-cup bra did exactly that. After waiting weeks for the seamstress to finish it, she could not bear to wear it longer then a couple hours. After the nipples started growing, she immediately cut four circular holes allowing her teats to escape and point in their desired direction. This of course allowed them to rub against her cotton shirt, which was quite painful. But also extremely exciting as the silken cups tickled and teased her breasts and caused her pussy to dribble down her thighs. As a temporary solution, she wore the modified bra but allowed her nipples full exposure to the rest of the farm while the group devised a solution. She tried tiny socks made of cotton, silk and nylon to cover her nipples, but regardless of the fabric they were far too scratchy. She tried tubes and hoses of rubber, plastic and metal, but all turned her on to no end. She tried wearing no bra at all, but even the lightest of over sized shirts stilled tickled, teased and tormented her to the point she could not take it any longer. She soon traded the embarrassment and humiliation of walking around the farm topless to the torments offered by and garment she had yet to conceive.She also found that as her regular milking time approached, it was more comfortable to crawl on all fours than to walk on her cloven feet. As her udders reached their breaking point, they pulled on her body and stretched the skin unbelievable. Crawling allowed her breasts to hang straight down which was far more comfortable than walking. She would always be seen crawling out of the farmhouse in the morning to take her place in line behind the many true heifers on their way to the milking station but leaving the milking barn on her cloven feet feeling over ten pounds lighter. Each of her three daily milking sessions would yield nearly a gallon and a half. She was yielding nearly 16 liters a day, which earned her the rank as one of the highest producing heifers on the farm. A distinction she held with both pride and complete humiliation. Her father had never been prouder of her daughter, not just because of her ability to supplement the farm, but also more importantly for her ability to carry on in the face of such adversity. He often thought that he was more embarrassed by seeing his only daughter half naked and bare breasted strutting around the farm doing her day-to-day tasks as if it was just another day in the office.Her relationship with Brandon continued to blossom and it was his strength and affection that she turned to keep her predicament from killing her. While her father remained a pillar of strength for her, Brandon assisted with the more intimate details of her life. Obviously her sexual appetite could be quenched in a number of ways, but Brandon and his developing erotic adventures was her preferred method. They would often be seen walking through the farm or to or from the woods in a back pasture either walking hand in hand or leash to nose ring on two or four legs. He was also put in charge of the task of trimming and cleaning her nails and hooves. They found that she required trimming her rear feet every three months, but her cumbersome finger hooves needed reshaping once a month so she could continue using a keyboard. About once a month he would recover her feet and fingers in a layer of copper sulfate to keep them healthy. At which time he would typically repaint her nails. Initially her pedicures used traditional fingernail paint by the pint. She simply had so much surface area to cover that the small ounce sized glass jars simply wouldn’t cut it. They later learned that aerosol paints were faster and dried quicker. While the paint didn’t last as long, it was a fraction of the cost and could be easily changed without stripping and starting over. As a young lady, she never left the house without having her nails painted, so coloring her black heavy nails was a way to hold onto her remaining few bits of humanity as well as made her hands look cleaner and healthier.Brandon was also in charge of her general grooming. Generally she kept her hair at a cute shoulder length, which kept it relatively clean when she was crawling through the milking stations and around the farms when her udders hurt too much to walk erect. While her white and black fur never grew more then 2 inches in length, she required regular grooming to reduce the constantly shedding hairs to a minimum. The summers were the hardest and they often shaved her completely or down to a more manageable stubble length to help keep her cool. Unfortunately the first time they tried shaving her completely they unfortunately discovered that her unique beauty was not just skin deep. Her skin was no longer a light tan beneath her fur, but rather reflected the same black and white patterns that her hairs reflected on the outside. Even when she was completely shaved during the hottest months of the years, she still did not look human. It had been over a year since her transformation and Mandy had adjusted to her new life as best she could. They had informed the sheriff that Mandy had returned to the farm claiming she was overworked and simply took some time to cool off and reflect on her life. They referred to it as a life changing Hiatus where she was able to contemplate her future role in the Dawson Farm, which is why she left so unexpectedly. She returned just as unexpectedly with a new outlook on farm life and intended to stay with her father’s farm, but in a much less public role. Brandon and her father would attend all the seminars and conferences allowing Mandy to concentrate on the finances and production efficiency of the farm. It seemed like a fairly weak story, but after she contacted the local Sheriff on several occasions she was able to convince him that was the case and he need not interview her in person to prove it. Any one who chose to work on the farm was required to sign a release form stating they would never tell of the changes that had occurred to Mandy and any cameras or cell phones were no longer allowed on the farm. Mandy’s transformation became a safely guarded secret, but one that the small farm with it’s few hired hands had successfully maintained for the last year. Despite the medical expenses and setback in the development of the automated milking machines, the investment paid off in exactly three years, just as Mandy’s initial investigation predicted. To celebrate the achievement, her father threw a huge feast for the entire farm to congratulate all the workers on the accomplishment. True to his word, they retired Station Number One and replaced it with a completely new station. It was a sad moment for Mandy as she had a wide range of emotions and a strange sense of attachment for the mechanism that brought her so much pain and change to her life. While it was Station One that caused her demise, it truly wasn’t the fault of the machine. She could only blame herself for allowing herself to be in the position where she allowed the machines to garner the upper hand. She watched from the control booth as Station One was disassembled and pushed off to the side of the milking barn while the replacement machine was brought in and wired and plumbed to the existing building. The removal and installation took nearly eight hours, but by the end of the day Replacement Station One was up and running. She left the control booth before the installers had left and taken the remnants of Original Station one to be carted off to the recyclers. The next day she entered the Control Booth and reprogrammed the switching gate to ensure she was transferred through the New Station One. With the programming change in place she used the one-way gate they had installed months ago to make her introduction into the herd for milking much easier when her heavy udders were weighing her down. As she crawled along the muddy concrete path, the switching gate cycled her to the New Station One and she marveled at how clean the gleaming red bars of the new stall were in comparison to the other older milking stations. Gone were the duct tape and zip ties that held the wires in place. The rusty and unpainted welds that had been added and deleted over the years were gone and replaced with shiny stainless steel brackets outlining the bright red fences and silver chains and mechanisms. As the grid closed around her head as it had three times daily for the last twelve months she admired how smoothly the gates operated and how quietly the bars operated without pinching her head too tightly. She decided that she would reprogram the computer so that she was always routed over to this station for processing.Her Father had other plans however. After his daughter left the control booth, he had sent the Old Station out for repairs and modifications. He was building an addition onto the Milking House claiming he wanted additional space to store equipment. Mandy was vehemently against the addition insisting there were other buildings that made more sense from a logistic standpoint, but her father continued attaching the building to the side of the milk house and even added a door leading directly into the addition from the control room. Mandy was so against the addition that she never even looked behind the door to see that was being added to the space. Her birthday was coming up this weekend, and her father planned a big breakfast for Mandy and Brandon. When Brandon brought her down for breakfast, they quickly blindfolded her and walked her topless across the farm and into the control booth. Although she couldn’t see where she was, she recognized the route and the sounds from the control room. When the blindfold was removed, the uninvestigated door to the addition was wrapped with a big red ribbon. Mandy was very confused at first but was quickly told to approach the door. Her heavy swollen udders were weighing her down and all she really wanted was to eat breakfast quickly so she could crawl to the milking room and relieve the growing pressure at her chest. As she approached the door the light above the door turned green and the computerize voice spoke up welcoming Mandy to the control booth. As she walked through the door expecting to find a bare studded room filled with shovels tools or supplies she was surprised to find something completely different. In the middle of the room was a single milking station that her father had made from the salvaged parts of Station One. The rusted bars were sanded smooth and powder coated with a fresh layer of her favorite shade of pink. The floors were coated in thick soft rubber tiles so she would not slip and her knees would not ache after milking. The clean rubberized tiles were easy to hose down and disinfect and she would no longer be forced to trudge through the path of mud and cow dung. The walls were dry walled and painted in natural hues that looked more at place inside the house then in the white sterile interiors of the milk house. The windows let in plenty of natural light and were covered in matching curtains to help set off the décor. There was a small sitting table in the corner and a couple of comfortable padded chairs so her father or boyfriend could be comfortable while she endured her daily schedule. There were multiple flat screens and a large button keyboard at the front of the milking station so she could watch TV or work on the computer. Instead of the sliding horizontal and vertical bars that tightly gripped her neck and kept her immobile, there was a large padded shelf that would help suspend her weight off her arms so she could rest her arms or operate the computer. The changes to the cell would allow her to do other things while she stood motionless as the robotic machine helped relieve her swollen breasts. Ordinarily she would spend three to four hours a day locked in the milking stall with nothing to do. But her private milking room would allow her many different options to entertain herself during her daily ritual. Her anger with her father with building the secret storage room immediately went away as she hugged them both and quickly crawled into Good Ole Station One for it’s inaugural test run. As the machine engaged her breasts, Brandon handed her a large traditional country breakfast that would soon make her stomach as full as her breasts had been. As she looked around her new addition she knew that this would be her life and despite the challenges and tough times ahead, she knew she was home and she knew her new family would always be there for her.The End.

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Kristy’s Journey into Darkness ( A BBC fantasInto the DarkChapter OneMy name used to be Kristy. Now everyone calls me whore, slut, or anything else they want to. It all started at a frat party about two months ago. I’m a freshman at a big southern college, I won’t name it, because I don’t want anyone to find out who I am. Anyway, I was at this party and I had a little too much to drink. I’m always getting into trouble when I drink too much. I was there to check out guys and maybe get laid. There were some nice looking guys there and I was talking a few up. I was dressed to get some attention, wearing a tight white blouse that showed off my black bra and my big DD boobs. They get a lot of attention on their own but they were barely concealed with the buttons threatening to pop open at any minute. I also wore a very short skirt that when I happened to bend over showed my pretty black panties. All of this was topped off with thigh high stockings and heels. I was a gangbang waiting to happen.A few of the guys I was talking too were ready to find a place to get some alone time, but they didn’t attract me. To tell you the truth, I’m not sure what I was looking for. But I soon found it, or better yet, it found me. I was headed to find a restroom when I happened into a bedroom of the frat house. It was dark and I couldn’t see where I was going. When suddenly a voice calls out.“Where you going girl?”I was startled. I couldn’t see who was talking to me. “I’m looking to find a bathroom.”I told me it was over by the far wall. So I went inside and relieved myself. When I came out, I still couldn’t see where I was going or who had talked to me. So I made my way back to the door I’d entered from. That’s when his hands came around me from the behand. He was much taller than my 5’2” frame. His hands were big and strong and he pulled me into his arms. I could hardly get away, as if I wanted to and I didn’t. I could feel his hands grope my breasts and feel the bulge pressing into my soft ass. It seemed pretty large and very hard.“You’ve got a smoking body girl. Where you been all night?”“Looking for you big fella.” I teased.I was grinding my ass back against his big bulge. His hand had slipped into my blouse and was cupping my breast as he leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. Chills went through my body and straight to my nipples and clit. The alcohol had already primed my pump but this stranger had me ready to tip over the edge. He started to unbutton my blouse. He was still behind me and I hadn’t yet seen who he was. The mystery was part of thrill. When he finished with my buttons. I slipped it off and let it fall to the ground. He still had a hand in my bra squeezing my taut nipple while the other released the clasp of my bra. I let it fall to the ground. My arms went back over my head and I pulled him into my neck again. He kissed me gently at first then harder. His hands cupping both my breasts now, teasing my nipples.I turned and knelt down and fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it. Then the snap of his jeans and zipper. I pealed down his jeans and reached into his briefs. What I found was a monster sized cock, all hard and wet with pre-cum. I still couldn’t see it or the stranger but I leaned in and licked the tip with my tongue. I tasted the salty goodness of his seed. My hands wrapped around his cock. I say wrapped but they couldn’t go all the way around it because it was so thick. I took the meaty head into my warm mouth and swirled my tongue around it. My mouth watered to have such a fine specimen in it. I started to bob my head up and down, wetting the shaft with my mouth. I love giving head. It’s one of my favorite things. Especially when it’s as magnificent as this one in my mouth. It makes me feel so submissive and slutty.I was stroking his cock with one hand while my lips went up and down the length. I reached down between my thighs, lifting my skirt and slipped my hand into my wet panties. I swirled my finger between my folds, feeling my wetness as I sucked this stranger’s cock. I was trying to push this giant cock down my throat and I gagged at first. His meaty head bumping into the back of my throat made my saliva flow and my eyes water. My wet fingers went to my engorged clit as I fingered myself while throating this monster cock. I was in slut heaven. I moaned around his thick shaft as my first orgasm ripped through me. I took his cock out and rubbed it over my warm face, smearing my saliva over my cheeks.He grabbed me by the hair and forced his cock back into my mouth. I moaned and obediently began sucking his cock again. My lips tightening around his shaft as my tongue laved his veiny cock. I cupped his balls as he began to throat fuck me. All I could do was gurgle as his thick cock pressed into the back of my throat over and over again. He was taking me now with force and was loving it. I’ve always had the power of having a tempting body and guys willing to do anything to get it, but this stranger knew I would do anything to get his giant cock. So there I was. On my knees in the dark letting a perfect stranger throat fuck me. When he thought he’d had enough he pulled his cock out and slapped my face with it.“Get on your hands and knees on the bed.” He barked.“Yes Sir.” I don’t know where the sir came from. I guess I was feeling very submissive.I obediently climbed onto the bed and presented my sopping wet pussy and ass for this stranger. At this point I didn’t care which hole he chose. I was whimpering with anticipation and wiggling my sex at him. He reached and ripped my delicate panties off. Then I felt the hardness of his cock against my wet folds. I felt a shudder go through my body. Honestly it was a scary feeling to be such a slave to this stranger’s cock. He pressed into my pussy and my lips flowered around him. He went slowly at first allowing me to adjust to his size. God it filled me up. Even with the juices of two orgasms he had a difficult time getting it inside me. I pressed back against him, wanting more. That’s when he grabbed my ass and started pounding me with all his force. It hurt at first but I soon was pressing back, meeting his thrusts, as his cock ripped into my spasming pussy. My hanging breasts wobbled as he pulled me back against him. I’ve never been fucked like this before. I never wanted it to stop but it did. He stopped and pulled his throbbing cock from my pussy. I whimpered as he left me feeling empty. My pussy was still spasming and needy. I begged him to take me again. But he slapped my upturned ass.“Get down on your knees and suck my cock whore!”“Yes Sir.”I obediently knelt at his feet, my mouth open and ready for his use. I could only see his silhouette and I leaned in to take his cock into my mouth. The taste of my juices were tangy but sweet. I shuddered as he forced me to clean my juices from his cock. His moans grew as I licked his shaft. His hand grabbed my hair and he started to throat fuck me again. This time with more urgency. As he cock would hit the back of my throat I gagged on his thick shaft. When it started to swell in my mouth I readied myself for his cum. He shot thick streams of warm jism down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but some spilled down my chin and dripped onto my heaving breasts. My mouth continued to suck his shaft, milking him of all of his seed. He grunted as his cock began to soften. I still knelt there loving on his cock until he removed it and slapped my face with his meaty shaft. I’ve never let a man treat me like such a whore but I had to şişli escort bayan admit that he owned me and let him have his way with me.When he zipped up his jeans he told me to get dressed. Again I did as I was told. I crawled around on the floor searching for my clothes. He went into the bathroom while I got dressed. He returned while I was putting my panties on.“Give me those.” I did as I was told. He asked for my phone and proceeded to put his number into my phone and told me to call him whenever I needed his cock again. I knew without a doubt that I would be making that call and soon. When he finished putting his number in, he turned and left with me still standing there. My body still recovering from the thorough fucking I just received from this stranger. A stranger I still hadn’t seen. I stayed there for a few minutes until I could walk straight. My body still tingled all over. When I did finally leave I walked back downstairs and through the crowd. I felt like everyone was watching me though I’m sure they weren’t. The cool air on my wet and now uncovered pussy made me feel like such a slut. I was a slut having let a perfect stranger use me in the dark. Once I finally got back to my apartment I stripped naked and laid down in my bed. I could still taste him in my mouth. His dried cum was still on my breasts. I slipped my fingers down between my between my thighs. My pussy was still slick from my juices. Despite having orgasmed several times tonight I still felt needy. I replayed the scene over in my head, my submitting to a stranger in the dark. How I let him take me in a way that I had never done before with any man. I stroked my engorged clit remembering how his hands felt on my body, how his cock felt inside me. I pushed two fingers inside me and quickly orgasmed again as I cupped my breast and pulled on my nipple.Chapter TwoWhen I woke up the next morning, I felt sore. My pussy was yearning to be filled again with my stranger’s cock. I showered and laid back down in bed with my phone in my hand. I wanted so much to call him and ask when I could have his cock again. I didn’t want to seem like such a wanton slut, to let him know how much of a whore I was for his cock. My fingers touched my body, teasing my nipples and down to my clit. I stared at his number on my phone. I finally relented and sent him a text message.“Good morning.” It didn’t take long for him to respond.“Good morning. Are you already needing my cock slut?”I didn’t respond back right away. I couldn’t believe he was calling me names, but I did feel like a needy slut so I finally did respond.“Yes Sir. I’m lying here naked and thinking of your cock.”He sent back a message. “Send me a picture of your needy cunt.”I didn’t hesitate and sent him a close up of my wet and splayed pussy. I held my breath as I waited for his response. “Nice. I see how wet you are. Do you want me to come over and fuck that needy cunt?”The more he used the “C” word the more my pussy strummed with need. I pushed two fingers inside me and thought about my response. I was getting so close when my phone beeped again.“Do you want some more of this?” He sent a picture of his cock and it was black! My stranger was a black man! I’d never been with a black man before. I didn’t know what to do. I’m not a racist but I had never been around blacks from where I grew up. I finally responded to his picture.“You’re black?” As soon as I sent it, I wanted to take it back. I felt guilty.“Of course I’m black. You didn’t know that last night?”“No, I couldn’t see you at all last night.”“So is that a problem?”I didn’t know what to tell him. I just laid there and stared at my phone, wondering what to tell him.“I guess it is. Well, it was nice knowing you.” He sent his message and my phone went silent.I laid there and kept looking at the picture of his thick cock. I couldn’t believe how big it was. My mouth watered with the memory of it being in my mouth. My nipples pebbled remembering how his hands had pulled on them. They ached to be touched by him again. It was my pussy that missed him the most. It felt empty and yearned to be filled again with his fat cock. I don’t know why I didn’t respond to him. It nagged me all week as I tried to push him from my mind. But each night I would pull up the picture of his cock and masturbate to it, longing to have it fill me again. Friday evening, I finally sent him a text.“I’m sorry. I want to see you and talk.” He didn’t answer me right away.“What for? You obviously have a problem with me being black.”I quickly replied. “It just surprised me. I’ve never been with a black man before.”“Well, you have now. So move on. I have.”I started to cry. I needed to see him but I could understand his disappointment with my reaction.“Please? I want to make it up to you. I will do anything to make it right. I need your big cock again.” I pleaded.He gave no response at first. But a few minutes later I got this.“Meet me at Nelly’s Bar on 34th Street in thirty minutes.”“Thank you. How will I know who you are?”“I will be the black guy waiting for you.”I didn’t know what to say. He was still obviously angry at me. “OK, sorry.”I got dressed quickly. I wore a short skirt and blouse. I had a matching bra and panties with stocking and heels. I wanted to be sexy for him. Maybe he would see me and forgive me for my poor handling of finding out that he was black. It seemed to take me forever to get to the bar. I’d been there before and remembered it was a small quaint place of mostly locals. It was far from the school so there wouldn’t be anyone from school there. When I arrived I went in and saw a nicely dressed black man in the back. I made my way over. His eyes were on me from the moment I entered the room. When I finally got to his table, he looked up at me but wasn’t smiling. I wasn’t sure it was him but he was the only black man in the place.“Sit down slut.”With that I knew it was him. “Thank you for seeing me. My name is Kristy”“Mine is Jamal and yours is still slut. So what is it that you want?”“I’ve missed you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”“You can’t stop thinking about my cock.”“Yes, that too.”“So what are you prepared to do in order to have my cock again?”“Anything. You name it and I will do it. I can’t get you out of my mind.”“For starters, I want you to go into the bathroom and remove your bra and panties. Then we’ll talk about what happens next. What do you say about that?”“Yes.”“Yes what?”“Yes Sir.”“That’s better. Now go do as you were told.”“Yes Sir.” I quickly got up and went into the bathroom. Once in the stall I removed my bra and panties and stuffed them into my purse. When I returned to the table he eyed my body. I stood there until he had finished with inspecting my body. My nipples were hard and pressing against the thin fabric of my blouse. I could feel the wetness of my pussy start to drip from my lips.“Lift your skirt and have a seat slut.”“Thank you Sir.”I whimpered as my naked ass touched the cool vinyl of the booth. He just sat there and stared at me, saying nothing. When the waitress came over to take our order he asked for a sniffer of brandy. When she looked at me, I turned to him. She looked at him too.“She’ll have some big black cock but bring her a shot of tequila.” She smiled and left to get our drinks. I was flushed with embarrassment. He had told her that I wanted his cock. The heat in my face was burning.“Play with your pussy slut. I want it ready for when I stick my fat cock into it.”“Yes Sir.”I reached down between my thighs and stroked meciyeköy escort bayan my clit. His eyes never left mine. I closed my eyes as a shudder went through my body. “Open your eyes slut.”I opened them but still kept rubbing my engorged clit. I’m sure he could see the lust in my eyes. I wanted him so badly. I licked my lips hoping he would take me home and let me suck his cock all night long. That he would take mercy on me and let me have his glorious cock again.He broke the silence. “Put two fingers inside your pussy whore.”“Yes Sir.”I obediently did as I was told. I moaned as my fingers slipped into my wet pussy. They slowly went in and out as I fucked my pussy at the booth in the bar. When the waitress returned with our drinks, I stopped fingering myself. I’m sure she could smell my arousal. “Did I tell you that you could stop?”“No Sir.” Oh my god how embarrassing. I continued to finger myself with the waitress there at the table.He looked up and her. “She being punished.”She smiled. “What did she do?”“Tell her slut. What did you do to get punished? And don’t stop fingering yourself.”I told her everything. About the night we met and how it was dark and I didn’t know who he was until he sent me a picture of his black cock. I told her that I’d never had been with a black man before and didn’t know how to handle it. I explained that I hadn’t talked with him all week until tonight. That I had begged to be able to make it up to him. That this is why I am here and being punished.She smiled. “Once you go black, you never go back.”My face flushed but I dared not stop fingering myself in front of her.“It must be some cock for you to be acting like such a slut.”He looked at me. “Is my cock worth acting like a slut?”“Yes Sir. It’s a magnificent cock. I would do anything to have it inside me again.”He smiled and looked up at the waitress. “When do you get off?”“In an hour, Why?”“I thought maybe you’d like to help me punish this slut some more.”“Absolutely.”He had me continue to finger myself while we waited until the waitress got off. I was not allowed to cum. He told me if I did cum without permission that I maybe I wouldn’t be allowed to have his cock for the rest of the week. I obediently fingered myself without cuming until we were ready to leave. He took her in his arms and I followed behind as they walked out to his car. Chapter ThreeShe sat in front with him while I rode in the back. He drove to a hotel nearby and I paid for the room. When we went inside. He went and sat on the bed along with Cheryl, the waitress. I stood there in front of them waiting for his command. I had no idea what he was going to make me do, but I knew I would do whatever he asked me to. “Remover your clothes slut.”“Yes Sir.” I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall. I reached back and unzipped my skirt and it fell to the ground at my feet. I stepped out of it and bent to pick them up, folding them and putting them on the table. I stood there in my stockings and heels. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I forced them down to the side. Jamal and Cheryl just sat there a looked at me.“Slut, help Cheryl get undressed.”Of course in the back of my mind I knew this was coming. I’d never been with a girl before. Well, I mean I’ve never done anything more than kiss a girlfriend in High School as a dare. I went over to where Cheryl now stood. I started unbuttoning her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. I folded it and placed it near mine on the table. Then I unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it and I placed it again on the table. She had a nice body. I reached around her and unclasped her bra. I could feel the warmth in her body. I slipped the bra off her shoulders. When I stepped back I saw that she had pierced nipples. I just stood there looking at them like an idiot. They were pebbled and the rings were lifted up by the tautness of them. I had to admit they looked lovely. She had smaller breasts than I did but they had a nice shape and her nipples were upturned on the slope of her breasts.Jamal broke my trance. “Get her panties off slut.”“Yes Sir.”I reached for the seam of her thong and pulled them down. I see that she has the hood of her clit pierced as well. She stepped out of her panties and I placed them on top of her stack of clothes. When I turned around, Jamal had stood and moved towards me. I froze. He pulled the chair from the desk and set it beside the bed.“Sit slut.”I did as I was instructed. He stood there next to me. I could see that his cock was hard in his jeans. My mouth watered like a slut. I wanted it in my mouth so much. I licked my lips u*********sly.He laughed. “You want to suck my cock slut?”“Yes Sir.”“Then you will have to earn it. Do you want to earn it slut?”“Oh yes Sir.”He turned and went back to Cheryl. He leaned down and kissed her. His arms went around her and she wrapped hers around him. It was a passionate kiss. I was jealous of course. Jamal broke their embrace. He pushed her down to her knees and she went willingly. She looked up as she unbuckled his belt. Her hand stopped to rub against the bulge in his jeans. I heard her moan. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled on his zipper. She slid them off and he stepped out of them. She leaned in and kissed his cock through his briefs. She then took his briefs down. His cock sprang from its confinement. As she took him in her mouth, he stepped out of them. He pulled his shirt off as she took him down her throat. Her hand looked small against his giant cock. Her lips were stretched by his girth. His hand went to her head as he started fucking her mouth. I moaned along with her. My hand had slipped down between my thighs and I was stroking my clit watching them.He turned as watched me as I fingered myself. She continued to take his thrusts, moaning around his cock. Her hands were on his thighs for balance. Then she reached up and cupped his massive balls. He groaned still looking at me. He pushed her away, telling her to get on the bed. He walked over to me.“You want some of this cock slut?”“Yes Sir.”He grabbed my head and pulled me down onto his cock still wet from her saliva. I took him into my mouth and laved his shaft with my tongue. When he pressed his meaty head until it hit the back of my throat, I moaned around his thick shaft. My fingers still played with my clit as he started to throat fuck me. I flashed back to the night I first met Jamal in the dark. I was right on the edge when he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop. “You don’t have permission to cum do you slut?”“No Sir.”He turns and headed back to where Cheryl is laying on the bed. He lays between her thighs and guides his thick cock into her pussy. She moans as he slips his shaft deep inside her. I had a perfect view of his slick cock as he pistons in and out of her tight hole. He leaned down and takes one her nipples into his mouth. I reach up and grab one of mine wishing it was his warm mouth. I moan along with her as his teases her nipple ring by pulling it slightly with his teeth. He finally releases it and turns to look at me. He lifts her legs over his shoulders, letting him go deeper still into her pussy. She moans loudly as he takes his pleasure with her. I can hear his swollen balls hit her ass with each stroke. I insert two fingers inside my cunt as it aches with need. I whimper as I don’t have permission to cum yet. He rolls over taking Cheryl with him, never disengaging from her pussy. With her on top she starts to grind on his thick shaft. Her breasts sway as her hips şişli escort ride his cock. Her head goes back in ecstasy, riding her way to her first orgasm. I she her body shudder as he slowly continues to fuck her spasming pussy. She falls limp on his chest, her lungs heaving still. Jamal looks over at me, still fingering my own cunt.“Get over here slut.”I move to the bed. “Take my cock out and clean her juices.”“Yes Sir.”I lay between his thighs and grasps his thick cock. It slips from her wet pussy and I take it into my mouth. There is a thick lather of her cum and I begin to lick it with my tongue. The tangy sweet juices are nectar to my mouth. I obediently clean her juices from his throbbing shaft. The sight of her freshly fucked pussy still dripping with her wetness, is almost more than I can take. My own cunt is leaking as I take his cock fully into my mouth. I moan around his shaft taking him down my throat. I want him so badly that I would do all of this again just to have him down my throat.He breaks my concentration. “Lay down on the bed slut.”My heart races as I think I’m about to get his cock inside me. He tells Cheryl to get on top of me. She straddles my face and lowers her wet pussy to my lips. I stick out my tongue and run it along her swollen lips as her dip into my mine. I moan as we share each other’s pussy. Jamal goes over to the chair to sit and watch us lapping at each other’s sex. Cheryl seems more experienced at this, as I am close to orgasm quickly. I try to hold back knowing I haven’t been given permission yet. I try to distract myself by taking her piercing into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hard nub. This does stop her onslaught of my pussy. She moans loudly and grinds her pussy on my face. I can feel her legs shake as she starts to spasm and floods my face with her cum. My hands reach up and grab her soft ass pulling her down as I lick her quivering lips. The next thing I see is Jamal’s cock at her slick labia. He pushes my hands away and lifts her ass slightly. He grabs his thick shaft and nudges his hard cock into her gaping pussy. She moans loudly as he takes her again. His balls are slapping my face with each stroke. I lap at them as Cheryl returns to licking my sopping pussy. I can feel her pierced nipples abrading against my lower belly. We are both moaning as he pounds her into another orgasm. Her juices again drip on my face as I lap at Jamal’s cock licking her juices from him. He pulls out of her and pushes his cock down my throat. It’s more than I can take and I orgasm. Cheryl licks my quivering clit as Jamal fucks my throat. I try to scream as my body is racked by wave after wave of spasms but his cock reduces me to a moaning whore. He takes his cock out and slaps my face. The meaty sound of his cock hitting me pushes me over the edge again. I stick my tongue out to try and pleasure him but he presses it back into Cheryl’s well fucked pussy. We both groan as she’s taken again. She falls onto me with her weight as he pounds her. Each thrust pushes her down more. I’m trapped under her weight, his balls slapping my face again. He doesn’t last long as she erupts again. With her tight hole milking his cock he spills his cum into her. He rolls her off of me and presents his cock, glistening from their shared cum. I take it into my mouth again cleaning their juices. The salty and tangy mix is sweet to the taste. I lav his cock with my tongue as he drives it deeper into my throat. I reach up and grasp his shaft, stroking it as he pushes into my mouth. It’s semi-erect and still engorged. Just when I think he will fuck me, he grabs me by the hair and drags me over to Cheryl’s splayed thighs.“You came without permission slut. Now clean up her pussy. Don’t let your Master’s cum go to waste.”He presses my mouth into her wet folds. I lap at her lips, licking his sticky cum from her labia. Some has dripped down the crack and I follow the trail down, licking her tight rosette. Her moans encourage me as my tongue laps at the juices. Jamal still has his hands in my hair and brings me back to her pussy.“Get inside there with your tongue and get my cum out slut!”I stick my tongue inside her pussy and lap at the sticky juices inside. Her moans drown out mine as he forces me to clean her well fucked hole. Still holding my head between her legs he reaches back and slaps my upturned ass. I moan as he continues to spank me. I feel my ass turn hot and red from his ministrations. His hand runs my tender ass cheeks. I can feel the bed move and he gets behind me. I wiggle my ass for him, hoping that he will finally give me his thick black cock. His hands spread my cheeks wide. I’m still licking Cheryl’s pussy even though there is no cum left inside. I’ve not been told to stop. His cock rubs up and down my wet slit teasing me. His hand keeps me from pushing back against him.“Please Sir.” I beg.He slaps my pussy with his cock. The wet sounds of my cunt only excites me more.“Please fuck my Sir!”He slaps my wet cunt again then thrusts his thick shaft into my depths with one swift movement. I shudder around his onslaught filling me with his cock.“Oh god, thank you Sir!”I go back to lapping at Cheryl’s pussy, as he pounds my willing hole. I feel so full of his cock, stretching to take all of him inside me. His heavy balls tease my clit each time he buries himself in me. I try to milk his shaft by squeezing around it but I am too stretched. He pulls all the way out of me and I whimper with need. My can feel my gaping cunt pulse needing to filled with his cock. He drives into me again. There is a pain as his girth stretches my labia but I relish having his cock in me again. His cock is swells inside me. I feel it throbbing. The thought of him filling me with his cum excites me. I am nearing the edge again.“Please Sir. May I cum for you?”He takes his cock out and slaps my quivering pussy. Then returns it back inside. I’m fighting to hold off my orgasm but he knows how to make me sing.“Please Sir. I need to cum. May your slut cum?”“Cum for your Master.”My body shudders with his command. Wave after blissful wave washes over me. His cock is still pounding my channel. I can feel my pussy walls tighten around his shaft, milking him. I feel his body tighten as his cock spurts warm cum inside me. Its force hitting the back of my cunt, sends me over the edge again and I collapse into Cheryl’s pussy, my tongue still softly lapping at her labia. Jamal stills, leaving his pulsing cock inside me. I’m shaking all over. My pussy is literally quivering around his cock still buried inside me. “Thank you Sir. That was wonderful.”He pulls out, leaving me with an empty feeling, and lays beside us. Cheryl and I both move to lick the cum from his semi-erect cock. His hands grab each of our hair and watches as we lick his magnificent cock clean. Cheryl and I share a kiss when we’ve finished. We each lay beside him with an arm for each of us. All three of us finally sated. We lay there for a while before Cheryl tells us she has to get home. She thanks Jamal for the glorious fuck and tells him to call her anytime. She looks at me.“I can see why you would belittle yourself for him. That is one magnificent black cock. It was nice to meet you……slut.” And with that she left us.That was over two months ago. Jamal has had me do even more slutty things since then. But that’s another story. I just left his apartment and I am fingering my well fucked cunt. The cum of five black cocks is leaking onto the towel I had to put on the seat of my car to keep from staining it. As I drive home, I’m bringing the sticky sweetness to my lips and sucking them clean. Master is training me to be his black cock whore. A shudder runs through me as I think of how all my holes were used tonight. Used by big black cocks.

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My First Time Sucking CockThe first time I ever sucked a cock was when I was married to my second wife. Before we married, we talked about doing group scenes but it was then just fantasy. However, a couple of years after we had married, she again broached the subject. And like many men, I leapt at the chance of being with my wife and another person…especially another woman, I had visions of me fucking another woman while my wife (an admitted bisexual) french-kissed her and sucked her tits.However, I soon learned that it is hard as fuck to find another woman to join a couple but easy as hell to find a man who wants to fuck your wife. Eventually, using an adult swingers site, we finally arranged to meet another man at a hotel. We first met in the lounge and had a good conversation, then went to his room.He and my wife immediately began kissing, then we all undressed. şişli escort bayan But what surprised me was what happened when my wife went to her knees and began sucking his cock. My dick was already hard, of course, but when I saw that large dick going in and out of my wife’s mouth, I found my cock growing even harder. I loved the look of that smooth, naked shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to grasp that hard cock as my tongue circled that big head. For at least a moment, I even didn’t want my wife to be there. I only wanted to feel and taste this man’s cock, to slide my own hard dick against his body, his balls…and then a cascade of thoughts I had never had before swept over me.I wanted to put my finger in his ass…I wanted to see his face going up and down on my cock….I wanted to shove my dick in his meciyeköy escort bayan ass. I absolutely still loved pussy, but it was at that moment that I discovered that I was bi. It was then that I felt that I would not be complete unless I also had dick to suck.Asserting at least a little authority, I told the guy to lay down, then I had my wife start fucking him. I went behind her and then also put my own cock inside her pussy. She exalted in having two dicks in her cunt, but at the same time, I was ready to cum because my cock was sliding back and forth against another man’s dick.Just before I felt that I was going to cum, I pulled out and lowered my face between my wife’s thighs and exultantly watched another man’s dick going in and out of her cunt. She suddenly raised her hips high which made his cock pull out. “Do you want to cum in şişli escort my pussy,” she asked him.“Fuck, yeah,” he answered.“Then let my husband suck your cock.” She knew I wanted dick. How did she know? “Let him suck your occk and then you can cum inside of me.”With that encouragement, the man used his right hand to push his shaft forward toward my mouth. I grasped the bottom and then opened my lips and lowered them onto a dick for the first time in my life. My cock got instantly harder as I moved my head up and down, rolling my tongue around his shaft.After several minutes, my wife took his cock and put it at her cunt lips. “Now fuck me,” she said. The man grasped her hips and plunged his cock inside of her. While they fucked, I licked both of them as much as I could.She was the one who began screaming first and when the guy began hollering as well, she pulled her hips off him. I still had my hand on his dick and began pumping it as he shot his cum all over my wife’s ass and my lips.At that moment, I knew I would suck cock again, but what I didn’t know then was that I would also eventually fuck a guy in the ass.

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Hmong sister-in-law

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Hmong sister-in-lawThis story is 100% true of how I fucked my Hmong sister-in-law.So the story starts when my wife and I go and visits her older sister and brother-in-law. My wife’s sister is 2 years older then her and a very beautiful women I would say. A lot of people would say that from behind my wife and her sister are the same person, beautiful body and fit. I am not going to lie I have always fantasizes about fucking her and how different she would be from my wife. It turns out that it finally happend on that night. We had just arrived at my in-laws place on Friday afternoon, and Nancy(sister-in-law) was at outside trying to get a tan. Vince(brother-in-law) was already starting up the grill and started drinking before we got there. Vince and I get along great he was like an older brother that I never had. When ever we get together everyone would always get drunk and have fun. I took in our laugage and put them in the guest room and joined Vince outside while my wife got changed and joined her sister.After the meat was cooked and beer was done we all went inside to have dinner. When dinner was done my wife had asked if we were going to go out tonight and party like we always do. Nancy said no lets just stay in and have some drinks and relax tonight we have a big day tomorrow. We were going to do something for my mother-in-law for her birthday. So I agreed and told them that I am going to run to the store and grab some more beer and liquor. Vince said he was going for a shower and would see me when I got back. My wife said that. She was tired from all the driving we did today and wanted to rest. Nancy said she wanted to tag along because she has to pick up some stuff for Tomorrow and if I don’t mind she would go with me. So we got on the road and went to a liquor store and grabbed some beer and liquor. Nancy then asked if I could take her to a supermarket to grab some stuff. So we went there and she asked if j could just stay şişli escort bayan in the car while she goes and grabs it real quick. I told her I need to grab some stuff too so I went into the store also. While shopping around I grabbed some chips and a deck of cards. When coming to the check out line I saw that Nancy was already there in line so I went up to her and said her let me pay for what you have after all you guys are always helping me and Paige(wife) out. She kept refusing but then handed over what she had. When we got back it was near 9:00 PM, my wife was taking a nap and Vince was watching T.V half drunk already. I woke my wife up and we started drinking and playing card games. Nancy and my wife are very opened to each other about the sex lives and even more when they are drunk. Nancy asked Paige does your husband ever satisfy you before he goes to sleep while having sex. Paige told Nancy that we barely have sex because everytime we fuck I would want to keep going for hours and hours at a time. So on average we fuck about 3 times a week and yes he satisfies me everytime we fuck. My wife ten asks Nancy the same thing but the answer was different and Vince said that he tries to but he just can’t seem to keep it up long enough. By this time everyone was drunk and talking nonsense to each other.Vince got angry and told Nancy that he is going to bed and they will talk later. He then got up but filled down, so I had to help walk him to there room. When I got back the girls were still chatting about this sex stuff and laughing and giggling a lot. I said ok enough lets get back to playing games and finish this bottle of liquor and go to bed. We finished the bottle of liquor and stopped playing cards. I got up and started walking to our room when my wife said Nancy is knocked out I can’t get up myself. So I picked up my wife and took her to our room. By the time we got to our room my wife was already sleeping. My meciyeköy escort bayan wife is not a strong drinker and she would pass out and not be up until tomorrow if she has had too much. I went back to the living room and shook Nancy to try and wake her up so that she can go to bed. She didn’t budge and as I was going to pick her up I notice that her nipples were hard as heck. I looked at her body for about 30 seconds and realized that she had no bra on. I the. Tried picking her up and I am not going to lie here I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them. I thought to myself if she wakes up I can just tell her I was picking her up to take her to her room. As I was squeezing them I got hard my dick basically almost popped out of my shorts. Then I moved her tank top up which let me see her naked boobs and were they nice. I started licking and sucking on her nipples, she started to moan a little bit and I moved away. When she stopped moving I started up again ten all of a sudden Nancy opened her eyes and said did you enjoy sucking my nipples. I was so shocked and scared, Nancy could probably see it in me. She then said don’t worry I wanted you to do this that’s why I got Vince and Paige so drunk that they would not hear us. She then put her hand down my shorts and started strocking it and said wow it’s pretty big for being a Hmong dick. My dick is not big compared to an American guy dick but it was pretty big for an Asian being at 6 inches long and 1.5 thick. Nancy then said Paige told me you were big and she was right. You are a lot bigger then Vince he is only probably 4.5 inch long and about an inch thick. This is why you can satisfy Paige. Nancy then pulled my shorts down and started sucking my dick and licking it. She pushed me down on the side and took off her shorts and panties and got on top of me. I told her stop this isn’t right I’m sorry I should have never started this I love your sister and Vince like şişli escort a brother. Nancy said this doesn’t mean you don’t love them you are helping me satisfy my needs I don’t want to go to another men to get satisfy but if you don’t I will have to go. She said this can be our secret no one ever has to know and you can help me everytime you guys come to visit.She the put my dick right up the her pussy lips and sat right down and men was her pussy tight it felt like it hasn’t even been touched yet. She rode me and for about 5 minutes and said wow you last so much longer and it’s so great OMG it’s good your dick feels so good. I started sucking her nipples and started pounding her back. We stayed in that position for another 1 minute or 2 and I told her to turn around so I can fuck her doggy style. She replies I have been married to Vince for 5 years now and we have never done that. He just wants me on top or do re stationary position. I told her to shut up and turn around when she did I stuck my dick in and she gasped and started moaning again asking for me to fuck her harder and harder. I fucked her for about 5 minutes that way and flipped her over and said I am going to fuck you this way so that I can look into your eyes while I cum in you. I started pounding her harder and harder and as I was about to cum she said stop I’m going to get pregnant if you don’t. I told her I didn’t care and I came inside her pussy. I got off and she came and hugged me and said thanks for that she hasn’t cum in long. I looked at her and said I’m not done yet she looked down and saw that u dick had gotten hard again. She then said wow Paige was right you do go for hours at a time. She then turned around and said. Let’s keep going then stop making me wait for your dick. So I fucked her for another 2 hours that night and everytime we got the chance to fuck we did.I fucked her everytime we would visit, eventually she got pregnant and then we tried anal. To this day we are still fucking but neither my wife or her husband know. Luckily when she gave birth the k** looked like Vince and not me. To this day everytime we get the chance we would fuck and she would still always tell me how much she loves my dick.

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iSummer, chapter 3iCarly – iSummer, chapter 3Marissa Benson wasn’t an idiot. She realized that Sam and Freddie had more than likely already slept in the same bed so she had no objection to Sam staying with them what time they were here in Seattle. After all, they were not k**s anymore and she knew that Freddie would not take to kindly to her acting like the over protective parent. He didn’t take to kindly to it when he was a k** so she was certain he would hate her now. Marissa had to change, she realized that right before Freddie graduated high school.Her job was finished. She had raised a beautiful and bright young man. The summer after he graduated, she attended her first Retired Aggressive Parents Conference. It was by no means easy, but she had been pretty good at easing into this transition period. Freddie was in charge of his own life now.Laying in Freddie’s old bed with him sound asl*ep beside her, Sam was wide awake. Was it really true? Did her s*ster really have a thing for Carly?Sam tossed and turned in bed, dying to find out what was going on in the apartment across the hall because Melanie had stayed on the Shay’s couch since Pam wasn’t home yet. Sam let out a sigh and kicked the covers off of her. She sat up in bed for a few more seconds and then decided to put on pants and a shirt and sneak over to Spencer’s, wake Melanie up on the couch and get her to talk.* * *Melanie, after changing into her pyjamas, had spent about 5 minutes on the couch before Carly came back down the stairs and invited her up to her şişli escort bayan room. Melanie didn’t think that was such a good idea but couldn’t argue with Carly without revealing her secret so she reluctantly agreed. She grabbed her things and followed Carly up the steps. Melanie nearly moaned too loud as she watched Carly go up the stairs. Carly was wearing her sl*epwear, a red tank top and black pyjama shorts. To Melanie, that was hot. It gave her a burning feeling deep inside her.”Oh man, this is going to be tough.” She whispered to herself as she went up the steps.”So Mel, we haven’t really had the chance to talk since we got in. What have you been doing lately?” Carly asked as they walked into her room and she flopped down on her bed. “Just put your stuff down there next to mine and come over here and sit with me and talk.” She added with a smile.Melanie obliged. “You know, same old same old, really.” She said as she sat down next to Carly on the bed.Carly kept smiling. “Break any hearts lately?”Melanie shook her head. “No. Not really.”They both were sitting Indian-style, facing each other.”No boyfriend?” Carly asked.”No.””Me neither.” Carly told her. “I would think in college it would have been easier to find a boyfriend but it’s not really. It may actually be harder.”Melanie only half heard what Carly said. She was trying to think of way to tell Carly her secret. She just couldn’t come out and tell her like she did with Sam.”Mel?” Carly asked. “Are you okay?””Yeah I’m fine.” Melanie told her. “Hey, meciyeköy escort bayan I saw you on TV, playing basketball. You’re really good. How come I never knew you could play like that.”Carly laughed. “Because I didn’t even know I could play like that. If it wasn’t for me wandering into the gym one day during open try-outs I never would have been on the team. It was a complete accident that worked out pretty well I guess.””So are you doing it again next year?””Yeah. I want to win that title now and next year our team is going to be even better.””Well I will be cheering you on.” Melanie smiled.”I appreciate that.” Carly replied. “How is NYU? You know, I almost went there.””It’s a good school. I didn’t know anybody there so it would have been great had you went, but I made some great friends.””That’s good.” Carly said as she reached and touched Melanie on the knee.Melanie had to fight back the urge just then to blurt out: “I have a huge crush on you!” But she successfully swallowed the urge.”So what about Sam and Freddie huh?” Melanie nervously said.”When Sam finally told me that they were dating, I think my jaw fell to the floor. It was the last thing I would have expected her to tell me because, well, because she’s Sam.” Carly said with a laugh. “Then I told you for whatever reason about them.””Sam is a character. That’s for sure.” Melanie agreed. “But the best s*ster I could ask for.””And the best friend that I could ask for.” Carly added. “Hey I hope you don’t mind me asking but in the taxi ride şişli escort over Sam mentioned something about you having something to tell her. What was it, or is it none of my business?””No it’s not that.” Melanie stammered. “It’s sort of personal, really personal.” She added.”Oh. So nothing I can help you with? Because I will if you need me.” Carly said. “I want to be helpful if I can be.”Melanie took another deep breath, just like she had when she told Sam. “There is something I want to tell you…” She started before there was a knock on the door.Carly looked at her clock. “Lord who that could be?” She said as she got up and went over to the door.”Let me in.” Came Sam’s voice from the other side of the door.”Sam?” Carly asked as she started unlocking the door.”Yeah.” Sam said as Carly opened the door.”How did you get in the front door?””I picked the lock and unscrewed the chain lock from the door.” Sam said as if it was perfectly natural as she walked in.”Mel.” She said, acknowledging her s*ster on Carly’s bed. “I thought you were sl*eping on the couch?””I asked her up here.” Carly told her.”Oh so what are you chickadees doing?” Sam asked.”Just talking.” Melanie told her, knowing exactly what Sam meant by asking that.Things were quiet for a minute.”Okay. What’s going on?” Carly asked, breaking the silence.”Nothing.” Sam and Melanie both said at pretty much the same time.”Why are you here?” Carly asked Sam.”I couldn’t sl*ep and thought I would come and talk to Mel about something, and then she wasn’t on the couch so I came up here.” Sam explained. “So Melanie can I talk to you downstairs and out in the hallway?” Sam asked as she pulled Melanie off the bed and out of the room, leaving Carly standing there, scratching her head wondering just what in the world just happened?

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How I started Cross Dressing and other first times

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How I started Cross Dressing and other first timesI love to cross-dress! I love everything about it!Like most of us cross dressers, I love everything about ladies undergarments. I like seeing lingerie in ads, in stores, on models, on TV, on women, on men and of course on me! I love the feel when I am dressed up. I love the taboo of wearing them. I love the thrill of being “underdressed”, which is wearing lots of lingerie under your manly clothes, when I go to work. I especially love the incredible horniness and lack of all boundaries when I am dressed. But alas, I can only dress on occasion, not nearly as much as I would like to.I want to write this to record how I think I got started cross-dressing. It is my intent to also chronicle some of my real life adventures while dressed and maybe even take a shot at some fiction.As I sit here now starting to recall and write, I am wearing my favorite outfit. A white babydoll top with garters attached to white stockings. Lots of frills and bows, with baby blue lace trim. A matching, frilly white thong and under that a small white G-string for support and modesty (lol!), the thong is a see through nylon and a little too big for me. The babydoll and thong were a set and I don’t have to tell fellow cross dressers that it is impossible to get a top that fits with the correct sized bottom. This set reminds me of what a newlywed would wear on her wedding day, just a cheaper version. I am on my enclosed front porch, on very public display, should any of my neighbours care to look in while they pass by. I live in a very busy and large city, close to a subway, so there is a lot of foot traffic! Exhibitionism is great! I want to be seen, I want to be humiliated and I want to be caught and made to work my way out of trouble by being forced into sex!The first thing I can remember with regards to cross-dressing happened when I was very young. In fact it may be my first memory altogether. I was really young, three or four maybe. And, as to be expected, I wet my pants at some point when we were out. I think I ended up going home in a pair of one of my Aunts grey silky panties. This may or may not have happened, but it does stand out in my mind. Of course being that young, all I have is a slight image as memory but the feeling of humiliation and embarrassment remains real in mind.The next memory would be when we were at the family cottage with our extended family, Aunts, Uncles, and Grandparents etc. As was the norm on these occasions, the k**s had to put on a “show”. A little song and dance thing, the older cousins telling the younger ones what to do. I had to be about six. This time, we had our Halloween costumes box there so someone had the idea that we should get dressed up. They found in the trunk an interesting item. It was a dress or old fashion slip maybe. It was small. It used to belong to one of my Aunts, a very petite woman who looked like that actress in the Exorcist later in life. So the point is, I was the only one it fit on, so on it went! It has blue applique over silvery grey. The material was stretchy but tight! I love that feel! It came down over my knees and has built in cups and thicker maybe 1/2inch straps. I loved it, but did not know why. When they put it on me, I clearly remember feeling great and wanting to show off. We did a dry run of the şişli escort bayan “show” and someone decided to put make up on me. I was young so I did not object. I think I have a memory of looking in a mirror and not being upset with what I saw. So we went out to do the actual show, everything went fine, the adults were pleased with our efforts. Then things got weird. I guess I did not want to get out of the dress because I clearly remember my Dad getting mad and saying “get him out of that”, and then storming off. When my Dad said to do something, it got done . And that is the end of that memory. But every time I pass buy a vintage clothing store I try to do in and find something similar, no luck so far! The next memory is what I have always said was the true cause of my cross-dressing. It was right around puberty, so I must have been about twelve or thirteen I guess. Now I am sure there were many, less inpactful, incidences that occurred to me between the dress up play at six and thirteen, maybe glimpse of panties and bras here and there, or some summer swim suit things, but nothing stands out. What does stand out, is the red cotton underpants! Or were they panties? I shall explain. My Mom did the laundry. I have an older sister. One day, as I was getting ready for school, I reached into the draw for some underwear and pulled out a pair of plain red cotton…underthings. I know now they were bikini cut, with seams on the hips, no fly, no tags, but not something that you would look at and say immediately, those are girls. They were just plain. Kind of cheap looking, like a dollar store pair, which would not be unusual in my house as Mom was a great penny pincher. Being prepubescent, I had no trouble fitting into them. In fact, as I still don’t know if they were males or females, I’ll bet any boy of that age would have fit.So I put them on and WOW did I like them! They were tight! Super snug on the front and grabbed my ass nicely. I loved them! I made sure from that point on, after the laundry was done, they made their way into my pile, to be put into my drawer where I wore them immediately. No one made a fuss, no one moved them to my sister’s room, so I fell in love with the feeling of pressure on my cock and balls. It was right around here when I had my first orgasm as well.My friend across the street and I had been experimenting, as boys do. We touched and sucked each other’s’ penises, put our fingers in each other’s butts, harmless stuff, but no cumming. In fact, I remember one time when we were “crossing steams” in the toilet my friend called the bubbles that came up in the water cum! I laugh about that a lot now. I knew all about jerking off, but my penis was either too sensitive or I did not use enough lube to make myself cum that way. It was not until I had my red panties on and I was grinding my cock and balls into my bedroom’s shag carpet while looking at a stolen Playboy that I blew my first load! And man was that a mind blowing thrill as I am sure we all know. No hands, just the pressure of grinding. I was in love with that feeling and, like everyone, did it as much as possible. Somewhere around there the red panties disappeared. I am guessing they didn’t make it through the wash one day. I guess I wore them out! But that started my quest for that same feeling.At first meciyeköy escort bayan I found I could replicate the feeling of my red cotton panties with a speedo swimsuit I had! I was a competitive diver so I had to have them and these green and white ones were a size or two too small. After I had stretched them out too much, and in a quest for the tightness around my cock and ass, I would wedge them up my crack and pull on them. I even created a way to hang myself from two door knobs by the sides of the swimsuit for the ultimate pleasure, and had many orgasms that way. I would slip one side of the suit over one handle, pull the other door open and slip the other side over that handle, slide the suit into my crack and then lift my legs. Ecstasy! They were great, but I realized I could not wear them to school all day. I stopped diving so no more speedos for me, the green and white ones wore out as well and all I was left with was standard boy’s undies. Boring. One more incident happened around this time. We were swimming at of my cousin’s places. This family had 3 girls, all older than me. The middle girl was the hottest, I think she was about 17 at the time. Dark hair, cute face and a very hot toned body. She knew I had a crush on her. We were at the side of the pool, I was standing up and she, for some reason decided to jump up and sit on the side of the pool. As we were chatting, she was most likely making fun of her little cousin, she adjusted her body position. And I swear, she pretty much spread her legs for me! She lifted one leg up, put her foot on the side of the pool with the other leg still in the water while sitting. Then the arm moves from in front of her to the top of her knee, she stretches open and BOOM, full crotch shot for her little, impressionable cousin. Now she had her swim suit on, a dark blue one piece, but I clearly remember seeing little hairs poking out of the material! I was stunned into an embarrassed silence, and I think I was getting hard as well. At first I could not figure out what it was! And I clearly remembering just starring and starring. It was not until much later that I understood what pubic hair was, and I guess it makes sense that a girl in the late ’70s or early ’80s would have a lot of pussy hair! I still fantasize about that day. What would have happened if I was more mature. WHY did she expose herself like that? Was she just really comfortable and not concerned about a little k**, or was it the opposite? Did she know exactly what she was doing, trying to give her little cousin a hard on? Ultimately I don’t care! it was hot.At this point, puberty was fully on. I was grinding out loads almost every day. I had stolen Playboys and a couple of Penthouses that I wore the pages out of. I was always drawn to the pics of the ladies who had some lingerie on. It was here I first learned about the different types on lingerie. Thongs and G-strings were just starting to make appearances, but body suits, slips, stockings, gloves, and see through nylon bras and panties and string bikinis are the items that I recall. My prize magazine was an early 1980’s Playboy Lingerie Special. I loved everything in there, BUT I still hadn’t made the connection yet to actually putting on the lingerie myself. I recall around this time and older male cousin saying, şişli escort “I love the pics in those mags, but I really like a lady with a bit of clothing on” referring to lingerie. I guess it runs in the blood!As I had gotten older, I had more responsibilities around the house, this meant I had to start taking my turn doing the laundry and then BANG there it was, the confluence of all my preparing! My sister’s panties! Nirvana!She is one and half years older than me, but she skipped a grade so she was 3 years ahead in school and I guess girls of her year have to have a lot of panties. And they were magnificent. I had to handle them, folding them etc. I would estimate, in later years, she had over 50 pairs in her draw (and I wore all of them). Apparently her favorites, which became mine, where the silk floral print string bikinis. She had at least 6 pairs of these. You can find these under “vintage” style panties on line at EBay now. It may have been the first time I did the wash or I may have waited for a while, but at some point the black and red ones were the first ones I slid on. Down in the basement, they were fresh off the line and I was alone in the house. I remember quickly taking off my pants and boys underwear and hurriedly pulling those soft yet tight panties up my skinny legs. It took no time at all to adjust my balls and dick into the front, I could not believe they fit given these were ladies panties! (Now of course I realize the style back then was a high waist cut, which created a good sized front panel on the pantie. Thank goodness!) I gave my ass a quick feel and the front a quick rub. I remember just as quickly pulling them off getting redressed and sitting there wondering what had happened. Yes I was confused, but I was also hard as a rock. I left them there, went to my room and jerked off (I had figured it out by now) twice! I thought about what I had done for days, always making me hard, but confused. Then I remembered a story I had read in a Playboy letter, about a man wearing ladies undergarments. Once I had put that all together in my mind, that men can in fact wear ladies panties, it has been done before so it must be ok at some level, I allowed myself to explore. And then the fun really began!So here is a list of some of my adventures. Let me know if you would like to hear the extended story that goes along with any of them.Trying on the Neighbors’ mom’s bra in front of him.Through High School – just moms and s*s, trying not to get caught (fiction story, got caught in basement!)Polaroid with mom’ lingerie set on – burned itexhibition to other cousin at cottage – taken to the head Doctor after thatNothing in first few years of Uni – unit I moved into apartment – then the fetish really took offMany stolen from laundry roombroke into an apartment for some – feel bad about thatwearing roommates girlfriends stuff but still nothing of my ownfirst trip to sex shop lingerie storediscovering massage parlors – went in in lingerie for the 1st timeAs I mature I get more adventurous, and less cautious.Brought a guy home and met a guy in a hotel for mutual masturbation in pantiesStarted to experiment with ass play after a massage attendant slipped a finger in! Used everything I could find after that.Buying my own collection.Purging the collection only to replace it againFirst trip to a tranny – I chickened outStarting to show off more – night time walks – massage parlors etcSecond trip to a tranny years later – loved it.Hooked up with a CD – loved itDiscovered Omegle and other sites – on there all the timeDiscovered xhamster – awesome!

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WORKED OUTWORKED OUTA True StoryI sat on the bench press after my workout. Totally gassed, drinking from my water bottle. Looking up, I saw her. Her. The woman that had been coming in every Monday/Wednesday/Friday for the last month. She was new to the gym and to be honest…I’m not sure I would have stuck with my workouts if she hadn’t kept showing up.Without fail, she would wear short black skintight workout shorts and a neon colored sports bra. Today was no different. I always try to be subtle — looking off into space as I recover — but really watching her on the stair-step machine. Her toned legs pumping up and down on the stepper…her ass flexing inside her tight blackshorts. That small gap between her thighs, that let’s be honest, I kept imagining my cock fitting right into.I watched her from behind — her shoulder blades moving under her bright neon pink sports bra as her arms worked in tandem with the machine. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight into a ponytail which swung back and forth with her movement. I stood up and walked to the water fountain to get a better look. Just enjoying the view. Trying not to be obvious. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel creeped out or uncomfortable coming here.At the water fountain I was treated to a profile view. Her legs still pumping up and down the imaginary stairs…I saw her healthy breasts held tight and firm inside her pink bra…barely moving. But there was enough heft there that I knew they would be more than a handful.That’s when everything fell apart. She caught my eye. Well…she caught my eye NOT looking at her eyes…but looking at her breasts. I looked away, embarrassed. Dammit. She kept working out as I went back to the showers to get cleaned up. I opened the door to the single shower/bathroom and closed it behind me. As I pulled off my shorts and sweaty shirt I noticed that the rhythmic sound of her step machine had stopped. Great. She’d been creeped out completely.I reached a hand into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for the temperature to warm up a little. When I turned around, I nearly had a heart attack. Over the running water I hadn’t heard her open the door. Hadn’t I locked it? I guess not. She was standing there, pushing the door closed with her back. Her hands behind her. She wasn’t smiling. She was pissed I thought. She looked serious. I imagined all the ways she would kick me or use some crazy Thai Chi to knock me out. I deserved it probably. I’d done nothing but stare at her for weeks and imagine different ways of fucking her. Never once saying a word to her in real life.Oh yeah. And I was standing there naked on top of everything else. I tend to…shrink during and after a work out so I was honestly…more than embarrassed. She reached down and locked the door — never once looking away from me. This was usually how the Penthouse Letters started…but of course my version of those letters would just be me getting my naked shrunken ass kicked. She took a step toward me and then looked down. Honestly…if she’d just given me a little warning I could have chumped it up a little şişli escort and at least not looked like I was ten years old.I started to talk…stumbling over some kind of apology and she just moved closer until she was right up on me. I felt her breasts push against my chest through her bra…and then I felt her hand on my balls. Seriously? I’m not k**ding…I really did think…if this really happens…I am totally going to write this down and post it EVERYWHERE. No one will be believe it. She didn’t say a word. She was sweaty from her workout. No make-up but she didn’t really need it. She was early 30s. Full lips — long curving eyebrows and crystal-cool blue eyes.I felt her hands — warm from her work out, cup my (still shrunken balls) and then feel for my cock. Thank god…for a second I was worried…but I could feel my dick start to fill with blood…how could it not? This was it…unbelievable.She stepped away from me and walked over to the sink. She put her hands on the edge of the sink and arched her back slightly — her ass towards me. My cock was full-on hard at this point. The shower/bath was cramped so it only took me 2 steps to reach her. I looked at her ass now full-on. No more sneaky glances. It was beautiful and round in her tight lycra shorts. I put one hand on her ass. It was smooth and hot from the workout. I moved it around, down to her croch…feeling where her pussy was. No way to tell through the sweat-wicking fabric if she was wet. I hoped so. I assumed so. I hooked my fingers under the top of her shorts and I peeled them down. They were tight so it took a little effort as they peeled away from her sweaty skin — over her round ass and down to her knees. As I crouched to pull them all the way to her ankles, my face brushed her smooth ass and I could smell the musky scent of her pussy. I stood back up and leaned over her…sliding my cock into her thigh gap, just as I’d been imagining minutes ago. She kept one hand on the sink and put the other between her legs to guide my head toward her pussy lips. She pushed it up and cradling my cock-head with her fingertips, guided me into her. She was wet. Dripping wet. I slid into her tight pussy with no trouble at all. I glided in. It felt like diving head-first into a warm pool of cream. I pushed all the way in…balls deep — and I felt my balls loosen up now…they were hanging lower as her hands moved from my cock to my balls — her fingernails gently caressing my sack…giving me goosebumps up my balls and ass. I looked up over her head and saw us in the mirror above the sink. She looked intense. Not a look of pleasure…but like she was still…kind of working out. I stalled…my cock half in her…tentatively…and she pushed her ass back on to me roughly — jamming my cock all the way in now. I’m not a monster in that department…7 inches but pretty thick. She grunted a little as she shoved back on to me and I put my hands on her naked hips reflexively. My thumbs were in the small of her back — damp with sweat from her workout. I ran my hands up her sides…across her ribs and under şişli escort bayan her armpits — cupping her sports bra constrained breasts. The bra made her breasts frustratingly flat and unmoving. I grabbed the bottom of the bra and pulled it up as her tits fell out — big and voluptuous — better than I’d pictured — with pencil-top eraser sized nippels — erect. I pulled her bra up under her chin and then got into it. I fucked her as hard as I could. Stroking in deep — not too fast. I took clues from the rhythm she was setting with her hips…grinding back on me – pushing her crotch against me hard — I could feel her pussy lips spread and pressed against the base of my cock as I put every single bit of me into her.I hadn’t cum for a week. I usually jerk off once a day — but had been busy at work and had been too tired at night. At least that’s the excuse I’m making here — after maybe two minutes of fucking, I was ready to explode. I pulled out…my cock quivering…threatening to end this moment before I wanted to. I willed myself not to cum. I thought about ice. Snow. All the work I still had to do at the office. Fucking baseball.And then I was okay. She turned around to look at me — not surprised. Just waiting for me to recover a little bit. I liked this. I liked her. She knew what she was doing and the effect her body was having on me.She put her hands on my shoulders…and then spoke her first words to me:“Lay on the ground.”I did so. Putting my back on the bathroom tile. It was cold — and I cringed a little bit — but then it felt good after a minute. I lay on my back…hands under my head to give me a little cushion. My cock was pointing straight up — well, curved back and the tip looking straight at my face actually. She stood over me, stepping out of her shorts. She left her bra hitched up over her breats as she put a foot on either side of my hips and squatted down. She reached down and pulled my cock up — guiding it back into her. I was a little apprehensive. If she was in control…I would not be able to pull out in time to not cum…and I’d be cumming inside her. Well. I assumed she knew this too.She hovered over me — my cock-tip just inside her pussy as she held that position — her fit legs having no problem with this squat. She put her hands on her breasts, cupping them and closing her eyes. Her fingers twiddled her nipples like the dials on a combination lock. Pinching them and twisting them and pulling a little bit. Then she sunk down, my full shaft pushing up into her pussy. Her cunt was shaved and I felt just a little stubble against my crotch as she ground down on me slowly…in a circular pattern. Still pinching her nipples. Then she opened her eyes, put her hands on my chest as she leaned forward…and I nearly blacked out.Here’s what I remember. I think. She had leaned forward to get a better position to hammer up and down on my cock. She was bouncing up and down so quickly — faster than I had ever jacked my own cock. Like when you jerk it two times in one day. The second time you really have to do it quickly to get it mecidiyeköy escort going. She was going faster than that. But with her pussy. She slapped up and down on my — rising up to the tip of my cock — it nearly slipping out — and then back down hard. Fwap-fwap-fwap — she just kept bouncing on my cock — like…like she was exercising. I tilted my head back — arms out now — and my head hit the tile with a ‘thunk’ — as I gave in — my eyes closed — all I could feel was the pressure of her hands on my chest and the warm grip of her pussy sliding up and down on me, slapping into my pubic hair over and over. Then she stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes. She was alll the way down on me. I was deep inside her. She leaned forward…her knees tightened around my ribcage and that was it. I tried to say something – “I’m about to cum…” or something like that, but it would have been a lie. I was already cumming. I pushed my hips up — desperate to get even deeper into her even though there was no way — I jetted my cum into her pussy hard — it’d been a week so the first jet came in a electricity-shock of pleasure/pain as I jerked into her. It felt like a mile long rope of thick cum going inside her. I felt a twinge of guilt…she hadn’t cum and that’s not how I like to operate…but it always takes me a while to acclimate to a woman…the first time is always really fast. Sorry.As I jerked a second time into her… I started to whisper some kind of lame apology, but her eyes were closed…at first I thought she was just pissed…but then I realized…she was about to cum. She gritted her teeth, eyes closed and one hand reached up and pulled hard on her left nipple — stretching it out as her knees and legs tightened on my torso. Meanwhile I was jetting pump after pump of a week’s worth of cum into her. I felt her pussy contract on me — squeezing my shaft — pulling as much out of me and into her as it could. She grinded down on me hard. My cock impossibly deep and my cum shooting even deeper into her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She looked at me like I was a stranger. Well…I was a stranger. It was over. She stood up and my half-hard cock slipped out along with a pool of my cum that landed in my pubic hair. She walked over to the sink and I saw more of my cum running down the inside of her leg. She casually wiped it off with her hand and moved her hand into her crotch, collecting whatever cum she could. Over the sink, she licked some of it off of her hand and then ran her hands under the sink.I stood up and watched her. She pulled her shorts up and her bra back down, wrestling to get her breasts back into the pink neon. She turned and looked at me.“Keep working out,” she said. Maybe encouragingly? I couldn’t really tell what she meant by that. Would I see her again? Is that what it meant.She opened the door and closed it behind her. I got in the shower and washed the last of the cum and her pussy juice off of my crotch and then turned around to let the hot water hit the back of my neck.I’d see her again — for a few weeks at the gym — working out. But she never said another word to me. And then she stopped showing up. But I still show up every other day. And I use the same shower/bath stall. And I never walk over that tile without thinking of her beautifully sweat body squatting on it — over me.

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Ana claiming for some holidaysAna claiming for some holidaysIn mid September I convinced Ana we could take a free week and go to some nice place in the Caribbean waters. She was delighted, but then she told me that her boss would say NO as usual.Then I told her I could go with her and see whatever we could do. My sweet wife entered her boss office and found him sitting in his desk, another man besides him.Her boss was named James, a bald young man, always seemed disgusted with himself and of course, with everybody around him. The other man was Davis, the Deputy Manager, a huge black man who was always flirting with my sweet wife, trying to convince about a good fucking session, but Ana had sworn me that she never had the intention to do it…, but, I was not so sure of that…My sweet Ana took a defiant attitude and told them she needed to book some holidays.As she went over to the desk she asked if she could see the holiday rotation; as James showed it to her it was obvious he had something else on his mind for my sweet wife, knowing that Anita would do virtually anything to get her holidays.She stood at the side of the desk as James showed her the papers, when suddenly he şişli escort bayan turned her head to him, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, no mind at all my presence there or Davis himself. “If you want a full week free from office, you have to give me something in exchange”.Ana reminded silence and gave me a sad look, as James sat her on the edge of the desk, her nice long legs hanging in the air. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her round tits out of her bra and bent down to lick her nipples.“You know already your wife is a horny slut, don’t you?” James asked me.Then I heard the deep voice of Davis behind me, as he was unzipping his pants.“Would you prefer to wait outside or you will see how we fuck her in front of you?”.I did not answer, just took a seat on a very comfortable armchair and waited to see…James lifted up Ana`s skirt and tore away her cotton panties; she opened her nice thighs and the bald man crouched down and ran his tongue over her pussy. She moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. After a few more minutes she was close to cum, but then James fingered her clitoris wildly, making her scream in pleasure. He kept on fingering meciyeköy escort bayan her until her climax had subsided.James sat up and pushed Ana onto the desk, making her bend on her waist. Davis who had been watching and was already hard fed his cock into her waiting open lips and started to fuck her mouth. James pulled down his pants, opened her legs and pushed his cock into her warm wet pussy from behind, grabbing her round firm hips and making her move on his hard dick. As James built up speed Davis continued to fuck her mouth with a huge black cock.A few more minutes of intense shagging and James was close to orgasm, he moved faster and finally shot his warm semen deep inside my sweet Ana’s cunt. As he groaned and went soft James moved out and Davis soon occupied his place between Ana`s open legs. I could see Ana was enjoying the shagging, but still she was not close to cum.Davis spat on her asshole and I saw how he started to open her butt with that powerful hard black cock. Ana opened her mouth wide but could not even cry, as she felt the huge piece of black meat entering her anus.Soon Davis was banging her asshole with deep strokes, as she moaned şişli escort in pleasure. Now I was sure she was close to cum in a nice orgasm, while fucked in her asshole.I could see James’ spunk was running down Ana’s thighs as the motion of Davis shagging her caused it to splash out of her. Davis himself was close as he fucked her at speed. Soon Ana’s moans were louder and louder until she erupted into a stormy climax, her juices flooding out between her stretched pussy lips.A couple of minutes later Davis finally emptied his balls into my wife’s deep sticky anus, as he came and carried on shagging her until her ass was overflowing spunk.“You have your free week, slut. You have earned it, haven’t you?” James smiled.As we arrived home I pushed Ana against a wall and put my hand up her skirt, as I slid my finger into her battered cunt she was easily willing. So, with my cock in my hand I fed it deep into her wet pussy. As I shagged her hard I could feel the sticky semen from her boss there. Ana was close to coming, she was moaning herself and after experience I knew she was close to her third orgasm within an hour.Before I could climax, I took my dick out from her pussy and shoved it deep inside her stretched ass. She screamed in pleasure as we came together to an infernal orgasm.Ana kept recovering her breathing and she smiled to me as she said:“I could go back again to my office and ask for a full month, what do you think?”

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Dirty TalkI was with a friend of mine who i had sex with from time to time and we were getting ready to fuck when she asked me “What kind of porn do you watch I want to watch some porn to get in the mood.” I told her to go into my laptop and open up the downloads folder. She looked through all the porn and said “Wow you have a lot of porn. But all you watch is tranny porn?” I said “No I have triple penetration double anal and some gay porn too.” She said “oh anything where the dicks are touching then?” I said “yeah.” She asked “Is that why you invited me over because you wanted to touch my dick?” I said “Maybe.” she pulled her leggings and panties off and her dick was rock hard. She said “come suck it” I walked over to her with just a towel on and got down and sucked her 7 inch dick. “I can taste bahis siteleri your precum” I said. “How long has your dick been hard” She answered “About 20 mins now” She told me to open my mouth and she spit inside. “Swallow” I swallowed her spit and kept sucking her cock. “Now eat my pussy” She said. She spread her ass cheeks and her hole was gaping. “Make my pussy cum” She was jerking her dick while i was eating her ass. She told me to get up, took my towel off, spit in my asshole and tried to stick her cock inside of me. “Wow you’re really tight open your hole so i can masturbate.” “I’m going to use your hole to jerk my cock off inside” She didn’t have any tits but she had very thick thighs and a really round ass. Very feminine. She was a lightskin black girl with long hair and she canlı bahis always had a pedicure and manicure. “Now I want you to fuck me.” She slid her cock out of my ass and laid on her back missionary. “Slide your cock in my ass and pound my hole. I want you to fuck the cum out of me” I was breathing heavy and I whispered “You’re such a bitch what are you trying to do make me cum fast?” She replied “No I’m trying to make my cock shoot a nice load and the only way I can do it is if somebody is pounding my asshole.” I slid my cock in her ass very easily and her cock jumped. “You have a really thick cock” She said “Suck my toes while I jerk off” I was fucking her ass and she started farting. “My asshole is talking to your cock” She squeezed her shaft and precum came out of the slit. “Lick my güvenilir bahis precum and kiss me” I pulled my dick out of her ass and it was pulsating like crazy. “Since you’re too weak to fuck me til i cum you get on your back and spread your legs” She aggressively put her dick in my ass and every stroke she was pounding it hard. “Oh my god I’m about to cum” I moaned. I could barely get the words out when my cock let out two globs off cum and one spurt that hit my chest. “ughh I’m cu…” As soon as I came she said “I can’t hold it” and shook her head no. Her face showed how good it felt and her first shot of cum splattered me in the face “Oh my god i’m cumming too” Her body jerked as the next two hit my chest and she let her cock rest on my balls. A glob came out of her slit and she laid on my chest. I grabbed her ass cheeks and kissed her when she whispered “Thank you I needed that, I love how nasty you are” I replied “No Thank you i love your dirty talk” She kissed me again and got up to clean herself off………

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