When they entered the bathroom, Carrie turned to Todd and whimpered again, “Now, milk me! Quickly! These tits are killing me.”
“Hold your horses… or cows for that matter,” he replied, as he looked her amazing cow girl body up and down. “Let me figure out how to do this without getting soaked.”
“Well, hurry! I feel like I’m going to burst!” she said as she squirmed in pain, nervously rubbing her two front hooves together. Her giant breasts and udder hung heavy and swollen with milk.
“Hold on. I just have to work out the logistics.”
After a little thought, he walked around behind her and told her to lift her arms over her head. She rested her hand hooves on her head just behind her furry ears and horns. With his chest to her back, Todd reached around her, took a massive milk-filled breast in each hand, and began to massage and squeeze them. Two streams of milk pulsed from each nipple with every squeeze, and as the milk flowed, Carrie moaned in pleasure.
“Oh, God, yes!” she screamed. The sexual stimulation was incredible. Her extra sensitive nipples seemed to glow with warmth as the milk passed through them, and, again she felt the satisfying sensation of the pressure and soreness fading away as the milk was drained from her. It was just like relieving herself after waiting for a bathroom break for far too long.
Todd felt deeply aroused by the whole situation. It was a fantasy come true. He was actually milking a real cow girl he had created, and she was loving every moment of it. For how long had he dreamed of what this experience would be like in reality? His mind worked overtime trying to capture every detail of the situation in his memory. He took a deep breath to inhale her scent. She smelled musky like the barnyard animal she now resembled. He listened to her every moan intently and felt the warmth of her soft tit flesh in his hands. Looking down at the fluid flowing out of Carrie, he noted how the milk streams resembled his own urine stream. It was like she was pissing milk out of her tits.
After about a minute of milking, the sexual stimulation overcame her, and Carrie’s body shook as a screaming orgasm rocked her. But, the milking continued. Her breasts still had more milk to offer even though she had already produced enough milk to leave a three-foot wide puddle on the floor.
After another minute, the milk seemed to have run out in her breasts. Todd estimated that she must have had at least a half pint in each tit. He hugged her around the waist and kissed her on the cheek. She lowered her arms and leaned against him, feeling drained in more ways than one.
“That looks like it for your tits,” he said.
She was breathless. “That…” she huffed. “That was… INCREDIBLE…”
“It was good for me too, Hot Stuff,” said Todd smiling.
“But…” she said still gasping for breath. “I… I still need… you to milk… my udder.”