Milking with Molly 

                         A Fantasy by Richard Lovel


     The summer after  graduating  from  college,  I  spent  traveling
around  the  country,  and  I  stopped  for  a week to visit one of my
friends who was then living on a farm  in  northern  California.   The
farm  was run as a commune by several young, hippie-type men and women
who had moved there to escape modern city life.  They  were  all  very
friendly, and I liked them right away, but one in particular caught my
attention, a girl named Molly.  She was a  redhead  with  a  farm-girl
plumpness,  and  a  large,  heavy bosom which gave her an earth-mother
quality.  At first sight I was seized with a desire to suckle at those
huge,  nourishing breasts, but I was far too shy to make any approach.
Finally I did manage to talk  to  her,  and  her  easy,  free-spirited
manner  made  me feel so comfortable, that I arranged to help her with
her chores the next day.

     I didn't know just how free-spirited she was until the  next  day
when  I went to the barn to meet her.  I heard some footsteps, and out
of the door came Molly, carrying a full bucket of milk  in  each  hand
and--  incredibly--  nude from the waist up!  I stared open mouthed at
her two massive breasts hanging bare before me, and she was the  first
to speak.

     "Oh,  hi!   I  already  started  with  the  milking." I was still
staring dumbly at her bosom, unable to pull my eyes  away.   "I  guess
you're  surprised to see me like this.  I usually don't wear much when
I'm doing the milking, it gets pretty warm in  the  barn.   You  don't
mind if I keep my top off, do you?"

     I managed to stammer, "N...No, not at all..."

     "Good.   The  guys  here  on  the  farm are used to it, we all go
around half naked, but it does bother some guys, I know.  I don't want
you  to think I'm making a comeon by showing you my tits.  It's just a
lot more comfortable without my top.  Sure you don't mind?"

     I assured her I had no  objections,  trying  to  sound  perfectly
casual.   I could feel my member starting to throb painfully inside my
pants, but this was a small price to pay for such a vision.

     We got down to work, spending much of the afternoon  milking  the
cows  and  performing  other  routine chores in the barn.  I must have
seemed pretty dumb to her, because I could  hardly  work  or  converse
with  my  attention  so  attracted  by  the  magnets  of  her breasts.
Whenever she walked, the heavy  pendants  swayed  hypnotically.   Each
time she leaned forward to milk a cow's udder, her own teat swung down
beneath her, and I longed to seize it and mimic her rhythmic squeezing
with  my  own  hands.   I tried not to be obvious in my voyeurism, but
often she caught my eyes rivited on her endowments and seemed to smile
slightly.

     Although  I wanted to prolong the heavenly feast for my eyes, the
chores and milking were done at last.  I expected Molly to replace her
top  and  head  for the house.  Instead, she stood in front of me, her
hands squarely on her hips, her breasts proudly bare.  She looked down
at  my  crotch  and  at  the stiff erection plainly visible through my
jeans and frowned,

     "Now what's that all about?"

     I stammered, "I...  I'm sorry Molly...  I can't help getting like
this...  when I look at you..."

     She  laughed.   "No,  I  guess  not.   You're not used to the way
country girls dress, are you?  Actually, I thought you might  give  me
some  hassle,  but  you've  been a good boy all afternoon, and I think
that deserves a reward.  How'd you like to try your hand at  milking?"

     She  placed  her  palms beneath her heavy breasts and hefted them
slightly toward me.  I fell to my knees at her feet, and  grasped  her
treasures.   She gently pressed my head to her bosom and let me suckle
to my hearts delight on each rosy nipple.

     Finally,  she said, "Now I think there's just one more little cow
that needs milking." She unsnapped the front of my jeans  and  had  me
get  down  on my hands and knees.  Reaching underneath, she grasped my
penis in her hands and began squeezing it  with  practiced  movements,
milking me exactly as she had the cows.  She pulled slowly at my teat,
teasing me towards release, until  finally  I  let  down  my  milk  in
gushing spurts between her fingers.

     I  helped  Molly  every  day  that  remained in my visit, and she
repeated her service each time.  She never showed interest in anything
further sexually, and I don't think she really considered what she was
doing for me to be a sexual act.  To her it was just a friendly  favor
to  releive  the tension that I built up while helping her.  And being
then (and still!) a  compulsive  masturbator,  I  wasn't  wanting  for
anything more.

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