Perverts 'R' Us

The Milk Maid - Part 1

By Loki925 ( M/g, beast, con )

This story is totally fictitious and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

Kimberly slowly opened her eyes. She did not want to get up but she knew that any moment now her sister Jennifer would be knocking on her door. Kimberly groaned. She hated getting up in the morning and going to school.

She was the youngest and she thought the dumbest of five sisters and three brothers. Three of her sisters had already finished college and were working at good jobs in the big city. Two of her brothers were already married and had children of their own. They lived halfway across the country and would only return for big holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Of the children that were left Kimberly was the baby of the family at eight years old. Jennifer was sixteen and her older brother Jeff was now twenty two years old. Jeff chose to remain on the family farm, continuing the long farming family tradition. He was courting a girl named Nancy.

Kimberly liked Nancy. She thought that Nancy would be a good wife for her brother and a good sister-in-law for herself.

Knock-knock. "Time to get up, sleepy head," Jennifer called.

"I am up," Kimberly called back.

"Remember, ten minutes or no breakfast."

"I know." Kimberly groaned.

"Okay then."

Kimberly tossed the covers off and the cool early-spring air wafted around her. She pulled her nightshirt off of her 4ft, 60lb frame. She stuffed her nightshirt under her pillow and straightened her bed covers.

She walked across the old but well-kept wooden floor toward her dresser. She opened her dresser drawer and fetched a pair of white cotton panties. Quickly she slipped one leg into the panties, then the other leg. She pulled her panties up and retrieved a pair of cotton socks.

She tossed the socks onto the bed and got a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt from another drawer in the dresser. She walked over to the bed and sat down. She put on her t-shirt, jeans, and socks.

She got off the bed, reached under it, and retrieved her working shoes. She put her shoes on, tied them, and then looked at the clock. She smiled. She had two minutes to dawdle her way downstairs.

Smiling she walked backwards toward her bedroom door. She reached back, turned the knob, and opened the door. She turned around, walked down the empty hallway and down the stairs. When she reached the bottom step she could smell coffee, bacon, eggs, and potatoes.

She turned and walked through the family area and into the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen her mother said, "Good morning, honey."

"Good morning, mom," Kimberly said and sat in her seat.

Kimberly's mother put a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash brown potatoes on the table in front of her. "Your dad, grandpa, and brother have already eaten and Jennifer has left for school."

Odd, Kimberly thought, but really did not think too much about it as her mom put glasses of orange juice and milk in front of her. Kimberly waited for her mother to sit down. She was very used to waiting for everyone to be seated before eating.

When her mom sat down Kimberly folded her hands, said grace and then dug into her scrumptious breakfast. As Kimberly chewed on her crisp, home-cured bacon she noticed that her mom did not have a plate, but she did have a cup of coffee. That too was odd, but Kimberly was too busy eating to wonder about it.

When Kimberly finished her breakfast she put her empty plate, silverware, and empty glasses in the sink. She noticed the sink was empty. That too was odd, but then it was a morning full of things out of the norm.

Kimberly turned away from the sink. She stepped toward her mom and was about to give her a goodbye kiss before she got her books and walked the mile she walked every day to the school bus stop.

Then her mom said, "Honey, sit down. You will not be going to school today."

"Really mom?" Kimberly screeched with joy.

"Yes, honey."

Kimberly was so happy she almost fell on the floor but she managed to steady herself with the aid of the back of the chair and sat down. She was all full of smiles as her mom said, "Honey, your school work is atrocious."

"I know mom, but I try as hard as I can."

"I know you do honey, but you're just like me."

"I am?"

"Yes honey, you are. Like you, I had a terrible time with school."

"You did?"

"Yes I did. Now your father and I have come to a decision."

Kimberly did not like the sound of that but she continued to listen as her mom said, "We have decided to offer you two choices. The first choice is a special school that caters to slow learners like us."

"Where is this school, mom?"

"Very far away, but it is a good school."

Kimberly did not like the idea of living so far away from home, so she asked, "Mom, what's my second choice?"

Her mom smiled and said, "You can be a milk maid like me."

"A milk maid? But mom, we don't have any cows."

"Kim honey, you won't be milking cows. You will be milking males."

"Males, mom? I don't understand."

"You do know the facts of life, don't you honey?"

"Of course I do, mom. You told me all about that when I was six years old and I have seen every animal on the farm do it."

"Well it's a milk maid's job to make sure all the males have their cocks milked and the balls drained of cream at least once a day. You see honey, if males don't have their cocks milked and their balls drained they become very grouchy and impossible to live with."

Kimberly was stunned. She could hardly believe what her mom had just said. But being a milk maid sounded like an interesting job, and it was a job that would keep her at home and close to the people she loved.

She looked at her mom and said, "Who do I milk first, grandpa, dad or Jeff?"

Her mother smiled and said, "None of them. You will be milking the boars first."

"Fred, Barney, and Jacks? You can't be serious, mom."

"Honey, I did say males and Fred, Barney, and Jacks are most certainly males along with Pooch."

"Pooch? You let the dog and the pigs put their cocks into your ---your," Kim could not remember the proper name for it and blurted out, "Pussy?"

"Of course I do, every day and sometimes twice a day. It's my job as a milk maid to make sure all the males have their cocks milked and balls drained of cream every day."

Again Kim was stunned. She knew some day she would have sex with a man, but she had never thought she would have sex with pigs and dogs too. But at the same time she liked the idea of letting the animals do it to her.

When she was younger she saw the male pigs doing it to the female pigs and she had wondered what it would be like to have a pig's pink, twisting cock inside her. Now if she wanted to she would find out.

She looked at her mom and said, "Mom, I want to be a milk maid."

"Just one minute, honey. Once you decide to be a milk maid you can never stop being one. But the job of a milk maid is a very honored and rewarding lifelong farm girl's occupation."

"Don't worry mom, I think I am going to like being a milk maid."

"I think you're right, honey. In fact I know you're right. I felt it since the moment you were born that you were destined to be a milk maid."

"You did mom, how?

"A milk maid's mother always knows when she is looking at a daughter who is destined to become a milk maid."

"Will I know too when I have a baby some day?"

"You sure will. Now if you are sure about wanting to be a milk maid go see your grandpa. He will be in the breeding barn."

"I am totally sure mom, 110% sure." Kim smiled.

"Okay then, give me a kiss and off to work you go, my little milk maid."

Kimberly hugged and kissed her mom. Then as quickly as she could she made her way to the breeding barn. When she entered the barn she saw her grandpa putting up the broom he had just used to sweep the blue-painted concrete floor.

"Hi Grandpa," Kimberly smiled.

"Hello Kimberly. What brings you here today, shouldn't you be in school?"

"I have decided to become a milk maid, Grandpa, that's why I am here."

"I see. I am very proud of you, Kimberly. Now come on over here and let's get you ready for your first milking."

Kimberly walked over to her grandpa and stood in front of him. "Mind if I undress you, Kimberly?" he asked, smiling at her.

"No Grandpa, but I do have one question."

"And what would that be?"

"Will it hurt a lot when my---my," Kimberly could not remember the name of it and said, "Grandpa, what's that thing in my pussy called?"

"Your cherry. Well Kimberly, it will hurt a little, but not that much. Do you have any other questions?"

"Just one. Which of the pigs will I milk first?"

"Well Kimberly, that choice is all yours."

She thought a moment and then said, "I think I would like to milk Jacks first."

"Good choice. Now let's get you out of your clothing and get you ready for your first milking."

As her grandpa slowly took off her clothing, Kimberly was not scared or embarrassed by the fact she would soon be totally naked in front of her grandpa. She knew that as a milk maid she would be naked in front of all the males on the farm.

Her grandpa started with her shoes. After he undid the laces he took them off her stocking feet and put them on a small table. Next her grandpa took off her t-shirt. When her shirt was completely off, her grandpa rubbed his hands all over her flat chest.

His coarse hands tickled Kimberly and she laughed, "Grandpa, I don't have any breasts yet."

Her grandpa smiled and said, "But soon you will have a very nice pair of breasts." He felt her little pink nipples stiffen up as he rubbed his rough hands over them.

She blushed and felt just a twinge of embarrassment, but it quickly passed as her grandpa undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of her jeans and waited.

Her grandpa smiled and very slowly he pulled down her white cotton panties, down to her ankles. She stepped out of her panties and her grandpa said, "Kimberly, you have a very fine breeder box."

"Huh?"

Her grandpa smiled and said, "That's just another name for your vagina. And breeding is what a milk maid does when she milks a male's cock and makes him cream."

"Oh."

"Now my little milk maid, are you ready for your very first breeding?"

"Yes Grandpa, I am ready."

"Good. Now step on the scale and let's see how much you weigh."

"Why do you have to weigh me, Grandpa?"

"That is so I will know what to set the breeding box at."

"Breeding box? What's that?"

"You'll see Kimberly, now step on the scales."

She did as she was told and her grandpa adjusted the counter balances on the scale and said, "Kimberly, you weigh sixty pounds six ounces."

"Is that a good weight, Grandpa?"

"It is an excellent weight. Now let's take you to a breeding pen."

"Okay grandpa." Then she asked, "Grandpa, should I take my socks off?"

"No, you can leave them on."

The old man escorted his naked granddaughter over to a corner of the breeding barn Kimberly had never noticed before, a fenced in area that he called a breeding pen. There was an entrance into the barn for bringing farm animals into the pen and a strange contraption set up in the pen for holding the animals in place. It was a breeding box.

The forward part of the breeding box was for holding the female animal and it had adjustable leather straps to fit the animal. Behind it was the part for holding the male animal, also with adjustable straps to fit.

Grandpa adjusted the straps to fit his young granddaughter and had her kneel down as he strapped her in place. "There now, are you comfortable, Kimberly?"

"I-I guess so, grandpa. But what is that leather panel over my back?"

"That's where the male animal rests its front legs as it is being milked. It is to protect your back from getting all scratched up."

"I see. And what is that thing you have around my hips and pulling me back?"

"That is the helper adjustment. It holds your breeder box, your vagina, in place so that the male cock can easily find its way in. It prevents the female animal from pulling away. In this case that's you, honey. Well now if you are ready, I will fetch Jacks for you."

"O-okay I guess. Grandpa, I'm a little scared about Jacks popping my cherry with his corkscrew cock. Could you do it instead, please?"

The old man grinned and licked his lips. He had been hoping that Kimberly might ask him to help her do this her first time. He remembered fondly having broken in her mother when she had decided to become a milk maid many years ago. Now he would get to do this with his little granddaughter too.

"Very well honey, if that's what you want." He got undressed and stepped into the straps for the male animal and adjusted them. Then he pulled an open round sleeve over his limp old cock and adjusted it to fit. He turned on an electric switch and a motor began to hum as the sleeve began tensing and releasing around his cock, stimulating it to erection.

As his old cock swelled up and stuck out, it was drawn by the breeding box into position with Kimberly's breeder box, her vagina. The young girl felt the warm flesh of her grandpa's stiff cock being drawn into her tight box. She felt her hymen stretching and then suddenly "pop!" it went, and his old cock was filling her breeder box.

"Oh Grandpa!" she squealed as she was suddenly stuffed with his cock. The machinery was forcing the male to pump her now, in and out, as the girl was forcibly fucked by him.

"Heh, heh!" he cackled. "Are you enjoying this, Kimberly?" he asked as the machinery assisted him in the fucking. Clearly Grandpa was enjoying himself.

"I-I guess so, Grandpa. You were right, it doesn't hurt too much. In fact it feels kind of nice now." She noticed that there was a little leather piece that was rubbing her above her hole and causing all sorts of pleasant sensations in a little bump that had poked out from her pussy.

Grandpa explained that it was called her clitoris. Whatever it was she liked having it rubbed like this. Then Kimberly heard him grunt and she felt something splashing deep inside her body. As her grandpa's warm cream entered her breeder box, Kimberly felt a strange sensation running throughout her entire body.

However as she felt her grandpa's cock soften she knew that he was finished breeding with her. She was a little disappointed that her breeding session with him had been so short, but at the same time she was very happy that she had milked her first male.

She smiled and said, "Oh Grandpa, I did it! I got the cream out, didn't I! I am a real milk maid now, right?"

The old man turned off the machinery. He panted as he regained his senses. "Yes honey, you are a real milk maid. And you almost had your first orgasm. I will go and fetch the boar Jacks for you now."

"Orgasm? What's that, Grandpa?"

"That's girl cream."

"Girls have cream too, Grandpa?"

"Yes they do but it's not like male cream that makes a baby in the female."

"Do you think I will make a lot of cream?"

"Milk maids always do. I am older now so I did not last long enough to make you cream, but Jacks surely will."

"He will?"

"Yes he will, and the other males you will milk today will too."

"Oh goody! I am going to like being a milk maid!" Kimberly replied enthusiastically.

To be continued.

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