Chapter 2
Mike hurried over to the dairy and went straight to the milking
parlour. He spotted Eve right away, standing to the right of the long row
of cows already chained in the milking passage. She had put on a white
coat, and her blonde hair was piled high on her head, and capped with a
small band of white. Even with her fair, creamy skin, she did not look
washed-out, and Mike thought to himself how attractive she looked in the
white dairy coat. Her ample curves were cleverly accentuated by the
tightly belted garment and Mike could not resist running his eyes over her
proud, full breasts jutting out like snow-capped peaks, the slight sway of
her molded hips, the long arch of her shapely legs. She was talking to
Sam Maguire, and turned when she heard Mike come in.
"Good Evening, Miss Slater. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too
long."
"Oh no, Mr. Peters. Sam here has been showing me the ropes and
making me feel at home. And do call me Eve, please."
"All right, Eve," Mike laughed. "We don't stand on formality here,
so you might as well call me Mike."
Mike felt more at ease when Sam had ambled off to attend to the
animals already milked. He felt a warm friendliness exuding silently from
Eve, and it comforted him somehow, as he was still stinging from Sandra's
verbal blows. He felt that her accusations had been unjust; he had bent
over backwards over the past year to make up for the affair she had found
out about, and yet nothing seemed to please her. She had changed so much
over the past few years, he mused sadly to himself; she wasn't the same
woman he'd married, laughing, full of fun, ready for anything. She had
turned into a nagging, whining shrew and didn't seem to care whether he
was there or not. It was that feeling of not being wanted that had made
him seek refuge in other women. Of course, he felt guilty about it,
feeling like a rat as he slunk off to his clandestine meetings, but he had
to do something, or he'd go mad. Still, it was unfair of her to accuse
him of being interested that way in Eve. He'd be mad to try anything with
her, right under Sandra's nose. Not that he'd mind -
"A penny for them!" Eve's light-hearted voice chimed in on his
rambling thoughts, and her interruption caused him to blush to the roots
of his hair.
"I'm sorry, Miss ... Eve, I mean ... I've been so rude; I was
completely carried away ..." he stammered, conscious of her twinkling gray
eyes fixed on him. He felt awkward, like a schoolboy. Her searching
graze was so intent, he felt sure for a brief instant that she must have
read his thoughts, but knew that was ridiculous.
"Well," he began lamely, "do you think you'll enjoy working here?"
"Oh yes," she exclaimed, smiling widely. "Everything's so up-to-
date, and you've got a fine herd. Sam showed me around everywhere, and I
even saw your donkey herd. That broken-colored stallion is magnificent!"
"Yes, he's a fine fellow, isn't he? Imported from England from one
of the champions over there. I hope to have some good progeny from him
next year."
"How is he working out as a sire?" Eve asked interestedly. Mike
started, her question disturbing him. What did she mean? She knew he had
only just got the stallion, that there wouldn't be any foals till next
year.
"Eh, what do you mean?" he asked guardedly.
"I mean, does he do the job properly? He looked pretty young to me!"
Mike found himself coloring again. What was the matter with the
girl, asking questions like that?
"He's able to manage," Mike faltered, and immediately turned his
attention to placing the clusters on the first cow's teats. Normally, the
dairy girl and Sam did the actual milking, but as Eve was new, and the
machine might be unfamiliar to her, Mike had decided to help her, in case
she needed any instructions or had any problems.
"I love the feel of a cow's teat in my hand," Eve mused to him,
moving on to the next animal. "It feels so soft, so sensuous," she went
on dreamily, "and it almost comes to life as the milk flows through it,
and the thick frothy cream spurts out of it ..." Mike was glad he was
hidden from her sight, and that she couldn't see the flushed look of
astonishment on his face. Her voice was so hazy, her tone so sultry, and
Mike could see out of the corner of his eye that she was caressing one of
the pink-tinged teats as tenderly and lovingly as if ... He felt stunned
by the impact of his own lewd thought. As if it were a man's cock! That
was the thought that leaped into his head and drummed persistently at his
consciousness.
"Mike, could you help me please!" she called out suddenly, and he
found himself rushing over to her, glad of the chance to be near her
again. She was hunched over one of the milk tube clusters which was lying
on the ground, and Mike's eyes were drawn, as if by a magnet, to the
exciting split between the tops of her creamy white breasts. He was
mesmerized by the enticing glimpse of her deep cleft and had to drag his
eyes away when she looked anxiously up at him.
I seem to have lost one of the tops," she said worriedly, and Mike
got down on his knees beside her, and scanned the straw for the dark-
rimmed cap.
"Here it is!" he said suddenly, picking it out of a golden sheaf, and
he began to screw it back into the tube.
"Oh thank goodness you found it," Eve breathed, laying one of her
small white hands on his thigh, "I was so worried." Her touch was like a
firebrand on his flesh and when he looked at her, she was smiling at him.
"Well, we'd better get on with the milking," he said weakly, and
reluctantly, it seemed to him, she removed her hand from his thigh. He
suddenly felt bereft, as if a part of him was missing. Pull yourself
together, he chided himself, you're acting like a teenager, imagining all
sort of ridiculous things.
They worked silently, preparing all the cows for milking, and Mike's
thoughts were swirling around in his head. He couldn't shake loose the
memory of her touch on his thigh. Did she mean to do that, or was it just
an accident? And what did she mean by all that stuff about the teat?
Finally, Mike switched on the milking machine, and the barn was
filled with the vibratory sounds of the pulsator.
"Mmm, it's hot in here!" Eve said suddenly, and began to unbutton her
dairy coat.
"D'you mind if I take this off?" she queried Mike, and when he
replied, "of course not," she removed it, and Mike saw that she was
wearing a red see-through blouse and a tight black mini-skirt. He could
see that she was wearing a matching red bra, really only a strip of lace,
and his eyes were riveted on the generous mounds of her ivory breasts
which were visible through the red nylon.
"Do you like them?" Eve's voice broke in on his distraction, and he
could only stare open-mouthed at her. Had he heard her right? His heart
began to thud uncomfortably in his chest and he was at a loss as to what
to do.
"Would you like to see them?" Again her gay, mocking voice startled
him.
"Wha ..." he could only stammer.
"Would you like to see my breasts, Mike?" she asked again with
exaggerated slowness, walking a step closer to him.
"Are you out of your mind?" Mike snapped, afraid that his mind was
playing tricks on him. "This is no time for games!"
"I'm not playing any games!" Eve said silkily, and Mike watched in
boggling disbelief as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her sheer
blouse. Gaping, he saw the edges fall away and reveal the exquisite form
of her perfectly molded breasts, made all the more provocative by the
dainty confines of her lacy bra. He could see the alabaster flesh heaving
slightly and was hypnotized by the rhythmic rise and fall of the luscious
orbs.
Incredibly, he saw Eve's hand slip around to the back, and in a
moment, she was shrugging the thin satin straps from her smooth, pearly
shoulders.
"Christ, they're beautiful!" He couldn't resist gasping as the full
glory of her exquisitely sculpted breasts came into his astonished view.
Craning his neck, his eyes bulged as he stared at the creamy expanse of
the silky mounds, surmounted by delicate pink nipples, semi-erect from the
rustling of her bra. Her hands crept up and cupped the full rounded young
spheres, thrusting them out, pointing the hardening little buds at her
disbelieving employer.
"God, Eve, I ..." he murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the
half-naked girl. His head was swirling - things were happening too fast
for him. He could feel the protuberance of his cock growing, and it was
beginning to swell against the confines of his pants. His hands fidgeted
by his sides - they itched to reach out and clasp those glorious globes of
young college-girl tit flesh, to knead and pummel them. His mouth longed
to take the tiny budding nipples between his lips, coax them into
turgidity with his tongue, nip on their sweetness with his teeth. God,
she was driving him mad, standing there half-dressed, like some youthfully
naked Venus. She moved closer to him, so close that her naked breasts
brushed against the blue denim of his workshirt, and the delicious contact
sent eddies of almost intolerable pleasure soaring through him.
Sinuously, she rubbed the hardened tips against his chest, purring like a
cat, her arm resting casually on his thigh again. He wanted to pull away,
order his errant young employee to get dressed, get on with the milking,
but he couldn't. What he really wanted to do was take her in his arms,
crush his mouth down on hers, knock the breath out of her with his kiss,
caress those ripe boobies of hers, and then fuck her, yes, fuck her to
within an inch of her life. Instead, he managed to inch backward a
little.
"Eve ... we shouldn't ..." he faltered, his eyes dropping again to
the sensuous grace of her unadorned breasts.
"We shouldn't ... what?" she queried boldly.
"We ... you shouldn't ... tease a man like that!" he gasped, feeling
his face flush. Yes, that's what she was doing, teasing him with her
naked tits, her sulky voice, her veiled hints. Well, she'd better watch
her step, or she'd get more than she bargained for!
"I'm-not-teasing!" she enunciated, her hand slowly reaching for the
side zip of her brief black skirt. With a horrified stare, he watched as
she eased the skirt down over her full hips, slipping it down her thighs,
and kicking it aside as it reached her ankles, leaving her nude except for
a tiny pair of bikini briefs the same startling red as her bra.
"For God's sake, Eve, anyone could come in ..." Mike gasped, his eyes
riveted on the golden triangle of pubic curls squashed beneath the sheer
fabric of her panties.
"So what?" Eve laughed. "You're a man, and I'm a woman. What we do
is our business ... isn't it?"
"You're crazy!" Mike rasped. "You'd better get dressed before ...
before I ..."
"Before you go out of your mind?" she taunted, moving in a little
circle around the demented man.
"That's right, you teasing little bitch!" Mike rasped, his control
snapping like a straw inside him. "You can't expect to go prancing around
in front of a man, naked like that, and not affect him. You should know
what this could lead to, the temptation you're putting my way. I'm only
flesh and blood, and this is more than any man can take!" He railed on,
his mouth dry and his voice hoarse, fighting to control the demons of lust
which were mutinying inside him. She continued to look at him with her
mocking eyes.
"Poor Mike!" she clucked, her hand dropping down and cradling the
considerable bulge of his swollen prick in her palm. "What are you
getting so uptight about?" she crooned as she began to massage the growing
organ, feeling it pulse hotly in her hand.
Perspiration broke out on Mike's face. What the hell did she think
she was doing? Poor Mike indeed! She thought she could twist him around
her little finger. Well, he'd show her he wasn't the Milquetoast she
thought he was!
"Now listen, Eve," he began, but her hand was already drawing down
the zipper of his pants, and his demented cock, rejoicing in its sudden
freedom, leaped up, cleaving the air, the red bulbous head grotesque in
its palpitating arousal. His mouth hinged open as he stared down at the
apparition of his own blood-engorged prick, and he moaned from the
tremendous contact between her cool fingers and his heated, throbbing
flesh. Her hands stroked and kneaded the elongated rod, drawing it out
into an even greater length and Mike felt powerless to do anything but
stand there and allow his new employee to stroke his ever hardening cock
in her masterful, exciting way.
"Mmmm, what a nice big cock you've got, Mike!" Eve hummed, continuing
her rhythmic pummelling of his pulsating organ, "I just know I'm going to
enjoy working for you ..."
Her hand reached in and cupped the squirming sac of his testicles in
her palm, and Mike felt rising shivers of ecstasy course through him,
emanating from the sensitive balls. Mike leaned back against the edge of
the stall, lost in the sensual reverie that Eve was weaving around him.
God, her hand felt so good on his cock, stroking and kneading like that
... it was a long time since he'd felt a hot hand on his prick ... too
long, in fact ... Sandra never touched him there ... SANDRA! The memory
of his wife jarred him back to reality. She could easily walk in here,
find him like this, being stroked and caressed by this young voluptuous
agricultural student! It would mean the end of everything, their
marriage, all they had worked for! She'd never forgive him!
With a tortured groan, he wrenched back from Eve and backed out of
the stall. His face burning, he stuffed his long suffering penis back
into his pants, and hurried over and turned off the milking motor.
I don't know what came over me ..." he mumbled. I must've been crazy
... anybody could have come in ...!" Unable to meet her gaze, Mike
hurried over to the cows, and began to undo the clusters frenziedly, his
fingers shaking.
"Mike!" Eve's soft voice was directly behind him. Squatting to
remove the clusters from the cow's teats, he half-turned and saw Eve
standing directly behind him.
"My God!" he gasped, the milk-clusters falling from his hands. She
was stark naked! She was standing with her legs slightly apart, and he
could just barely see the faint pink sheen of her pussy lips peeping out
from under the soft resilient thatch of golden curls. His throat felt
arid, and his voice failed him. He could only stare. She was like a
creature from another world. A strange, exotic female who towered over
him, and was omnipotent. She held the power to transmit incredible
sensual ecstasy to him, and he was her slave.
"Eve ..." he managed to croak feebly.
And then she was beside him, kneeling on the soft straw, pushing him
gently back. He was unresisting, borne along on the wind of her
tremendous sexuality. He was completely in her power, and yielded as she
once more freed the heated protuberance of his bulging cock. He sighed an
uncontrollable moan as it sprang up from the forest of his pubic hair and
gasped again as her fingers once more encircled it, pulling on it gently.
Her fingers were easing off his pants, and were playing titillatingly
along his thighs, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down and
along his skin, and kindling great flames of heat deep in the pit of his
stomach. Like a robot, his hands reached up eagerly for the target they
yearned, and grabbed the full soft mounds of her tender breasts, and
clutched at the delicate flesh with his talon-like fingers, making her
wince from the sudden pain, and leaving little red welts on the smooth
white skin. His fingers drubbed the hard little beads of her nipples,
rubbing them mercilessly, tugging on them until they were rigid little
spears. Beside him, the cow fidgeted nervously, anxious over the
unaccustomed disturbance at her feet, and Mike felt a moment's paralyzing
fear lest her hooves lash out at his prostrate body. But all practical
consideration fled from his brain as he felt his young milk maid settle
herself over him, her long smooth thighs straddling his naked hips and
Mike could feel the graze of her soft curling pubic hair as it brushed
against his naked stomach. Still grasping his distended cock in her hand,
she began to guide it towards the warm grasping furrow of her cunt, and
Mike sighed with pleasure as he felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft
delicate tissue already moist with expectation.
She began to sweep the bulging head of his inflated prick along the
length of her pulsating cuntal split, and the fluted edges of her moistly
glistening inner lips clung tenaciously to his hard masculine flesh, and
the bulbous head became lubricated with her free-flowing vaginal juices.
His head was swirling and a wave of pleasure, such as he had not
experienced in a long time, was washing over him again and again, and with
each cleansing wave, he was laved of any doubts and fears he might have
had. Gone was all worry about his wife or anyone else finding him
stretched out with his naked young female employee; gone completely was
any fear of discovery. All that mattered was the unbelievable thrill of
ecstasy he was feeling and which he knew would mount up to an incredible
crescendo of hedonistic delight.
"Mmmmm ..." Eve sighed, "your cock feels so good against my pussy
..."
The lewd words coming from the young, innocent faced girl's lips
excited Mike even more and he felt lust mushrooming inside him and
threatening to turn him into a raving beast. His hands flew down and
grasped the girl's slim tapering hips, and held her in a vise-like grip.
Hungrily, he began to rotate her entire pelvis until she was revolving
over the spongy cap of his burgeoning penis still grasped firmly in her
hand. Gingerly, she began to position herself over the jutting
instrument, easing herself down slowly, until she had managed to insert
the huge distended head up inside the tender inner folds of her cunt
mouth.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh ..." she sighed, accustoming herself to the hard
feeling of a heavy, pounding prick inside her. But the initial contact
unleashed the fury of Mike's lust, and with a savage snarl, he crashed the
helpless girl's pelvis downward, driving his thick rod upwards with flesh-
splitting cruelty.
"AAAARRRRGHHHHHHHH ..." Eve screamed out and struggled in a vain
attempt to dislodge the terrible instrument from her unsuspecting depths.
But she was completely skewered, and the fleshy hair-lined outer lips of
her pulsing vagina were resting on the tickling nest of Mike's blond pubic
forest. Beside them, the cow snorted, frightened by the ear-piercing
scream, and began to paw the ground ominously.
Mike's fingers clawed at the soft resilient flesh of Eve's smooth
rounded buttocks as he raised her loins upward, feeling her sensitive
inner membrane cling to his hard fleshy rod as her heated vaginal sheath
slid upwards. He held her poised above him, leaving just the hard
burgeoning head still buried inside her, and then he crashed her down
again, feeling the spongy global mounds of her buttocks flatten down
against his pubic area as his tunnelling prick plunged far up inside her,
cleaving her unaccustomed flesh with cruel obstinacy. He could feel the
pliant entrance of her cringing womb yield before his unabated onslaught
and a gasp of mingled shock and excitement escaped her as she felt the
unexpected pressure so deep up inside her impaled belly.
Eve's eager vagina had accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of
Mike's trammelling penis, and she began to move up and down freely,
establishing a yo-yo like rhythm. Mike's palpitating cock seemed to
expand even more inside her and she responded with a gentle tentative
flexing of her practised inner muscle which seemed to excite him to even
greater lust. His hands shot up eagerly and enfolded the enticing orbs of
her breasts in his palms, and they rubbed and caressed her throbbing
flesh, sending chill after chill curdling through her blood, making
passion pulse hotly through her veins.
"Oh God, Mike ..." she gasped, her hands clutching at his tensely
corded thighs, "your hands feel good on my titties ... as good as your
cock feels inside me ..."
Tremors of passion were spasming through Mike. Eve's lewd words of
praise sent lurid shivers running up and down his spine and doubled the
already incredible pleasure he was feeling. He could hardly believe what
was happening! Only this morning, this girl was a complete stranger,
newly arrived from Agricultural School, and now, after a turn of events
which had left him breathless, they were fucking, or rather, she was
fucking him! Yes, she was the one who had seduced him, and who was now
riding him like a savage Indian girl on a half-wild mustang, her thighs
clenching his hips viciously, and the soft inner hole up between her legs
milking furiously on his rampaging cock. He had never experienced anything
like this before - stretching out on the soft golden straw, being screwed
by a real woman - because that's what Eve was, there was no doubt about
that. Beside him, the cow lowed deeply, finally accepting the strange,
nakedly writhing couple beside her, and Mike felt her breath, warm and
sweet scented, wafting gently over his perspiring face.
Mike glanced up and saw that Eve's face was coated with perspiration,
her mouth was half open and her head was flung back. Her luxuriant coils
of curls had become undone and her silky flaxen hair was streaming down
like a silver stream over her bare creamy shoulders. He had released his
savage hold on her breasts and now the full ripe spheres were bobbing from
her exertion, the reddish-brown nipples jutting out like berries, and the
brown aureolas were crinkled in their contracted excitement. His lust-
glazed eyes travelled down the length of her magnificent body, coated with
moisture, revelling in the soft yet supple milkiness of it, the
provocative curve of her womanly hips, the lemon-colored fleece of pubic
down which meshed so indistinguishably with his own. Her long slender
thighs were like alabaster columns and Mike could see that the inner
tendons stood out like whipcord against the ivory inner skin. She
continued to grind wildly up and down on his jerking prick, making a
little teasing rotatory movement as she rose up. Her fingers slipped
around behind her squirming buttocks and stroked the squirming sac of his
testicles in a sudden swift movement which sent his roiling sperm into a
frenzy of churning liquid deep inside the darkness of his balls.
"Christ, Eve," he panted through the breathlessness of his mounting
passion, "you're ... you're incredible! ... oh God, keep tickling my balls
like that ..."
Mike felt a rush of heat that started in the pit of his stomach rise
up in an overpowering curtain and steam through him, and at the same time,
his cock began to jerk uncontrollably and the ache in his writhing balls
had become unbearable.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH ... keep fucking ... keep fucking ... I'm cumming!
I'm CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGGG ... ! ! !"
And then his body was caught up in a gigantic whirlwind, and he
thought he would lose consciousness because a blackness appeared in front
of his eyes, and he felt he was drifting away, but his faltering
rationality was arrested by Eve's own hoarse screams.
"Oh God Mike, I'm cumming too. I'm ... AAAHHHHHHH ... !!" And she
was cumming too, her pelvis pounding against his like gigantic waves
against storm-tossed rocks. Her fingers were like razor-sharp spears
cutting into the flesh of his hips, and the interior muscle of her vaginal
sheath was an insatiable entity of its own. It was sucking, demanding,
and getting, its life-giving quencher of his thick store of semen, which
suddenly began to spurt along the pulsating tube of his spasming penis and
hose hotly up into the heated cavern of her pussy. Almost immediately it
seemed, the frothy liquid trickled back down around his pumping prick and
seeped into the matted pubic curls, already moistened with the shower of
her orgasmic release. The cow was blowing hot puffs of breath down onto
Mike's steaming face, her big liquid brown eyes staring in boggled
amazement at her two temporary stall companions. Her big, wet white nose
just touched Mike's face as the last heave convulsed his dying prick and
he emptied the final drop of his boiling semen into Eve's still hungrily
twitching pussy. At last, the exhausted girl collapsed onto his panting
body, and his now limp prick slipped easily from her wet, cock-stretched
passage.
"That ... that was the best fuck I've ever had!" Mike acknowledged
gratefully. And it was. There was something about the spontaneity of the
act which impassioned him to fever pitch, and the girl's own total
sexuality, and lack of restraint, unleashed a similar characteristic in
him. "You're quite a girl, Eve," he added admiringly.
"You're a real man yourself, Boss," Eve praised, smiling down at him.
"You sure know how to please a girl!"
She lay her face down on his chest so he couldn't see her widening
grin. Things are working out just great, she thought happily. She had
been thrilled when she had met her new boss, captivated right away by his
virile good looks, and now she had discovered that he had above average
talent in other respects, too. Yes, she murmured to herself, I think I'm
going to enjoy myself very much on this job!
