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The Milk Maid - Part 2

By Loki925 ( M/g, beast, con )

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

Kimberly was strapped into the breeding box. She had just milked her grandpa's cock and knew that she had pleased the old man. Now she was waiting for him to return with Jacks. Kimberly liked Jacks. Of the three boars he was the friendliest.

Yet she knew better than to really like any of the animals on the farm too much except for Pooch. She knew that all the animals on the farm except for Pooch and the cats would someday be someone's dinner. Her family had farmed this land for more than 200 years and eating the livestock when they were no longer useful was part of farming.

From 100 acres the farm had grown to over 10,000 acres. Her family grew corn, sorghum, and soybeans. The farm had several dozen chickens for eggs and eventually for chicken dinners. They had several feral cats that kept the rodent population down to a bare minimum.

They also had a few riding horses and a stallion too. And they always had a few pigs that could be butchered for bacon and pork.

It was only recently the farm had increased the number of breeder sows to 50. It was the recently increased market prices that got the family more involved in hog production. Although sows could be bred twice a year, their family only bred the sows once a year. Any more than the 6 to 15 piglets in a litter per sow once a year would have necessitated hiring extra farm hands beyond the two old trusted black men that they did employ.

The farm was first and foremost a family farm and the family did not trust strangers to do things properly. Rufus and Festus, the two old black men, were the exception. Both men were once share-croppers on a neighbor's farm. However they had been kicked off their land when the owner sold out to a large corporate farming organization.

Kimberly's grandpa had taken the men in and given them jobs as it was the Christian thing to do. Besides he needed the help and he knew them to be reliable workers. Rufus and Festus had worked on the farm for the last 40 years. The farm was also debt-free, which was unusual for a modern-day farm.

Kimberly heard Jacks' familiar snorting and the click of his hooves on the concrete floor as he entered the breeding stall. She wanted to look back at him but the breeding box prevented that.

"I am going to introduce Jacks to your breeder box, Kimberly." she heard her grandpa say.

"Okay Grandpa," she answered.

A few moments later Kimberly could feel Jacks' cold, bristly nose sniffing her pussy. His sniffing sent very pleasurable sensations up and down her spine. She had yet to take Jacks' pink corkscrew cock into her pussy, but she already knew she was going to like being bred by Jacks.

"Jacks is ready to breed you, honey. Are you ready to milk his cock?"

"Yes Grandpa," she answered back, her voice crackling with anticipation and a tad of fear.

A first-time boar would have been very skittish, but Jacks had been in the breeding pen many times. He knew what was about to happen and was very eager. His long pink cock curled and stiffened.

He rose up and put his legs around the young female pig substitute. He felt his cock enter her and all at once he was fully mated to the new sow substitute. The sudden full thrust of Jacks' cock into her pussy surprised Kimberly.

She could feel Jacks' large ball sack slapping her hairless breeder box. And while his cock was nowhere near as fat as her grandpa's cock, there was a lot more of Jacks' pink, hot, hard, corkscrew cock buried deep inside her.

"Honey, when you make girl cream, try not to scream. It might frighten Jacks and the other animals you breed with." Kimberly heard her grandpa say.

"I will try really hard, Grandpa."

"That's my sweet little milk maid, and I will be right here just in case anything goes wrong."

She did not answer her grandpa because she was settling into milking Jacks' cock. She could feel every inch of his cock as it bounced around like a hot wire inside her breeding tube. She felt the base of Jacks' cock rubbing that special spot inside her breeder box. She rotated her hips to work her box with his boar cock, increasing the pleasant sensations.

She could hear Jacks happily snorting as he bred her. As Jack forcefully thrust his cock into her, Kimberly felt like she did when she had a fever but even hotter. Every inch of her small body tingled with strange new sensations.

She felt like her very own breeder box had a mind of its own as it milked Jacks' pink cock with a force she never knew she had. As for Jacks, pigs are intelligent animals and they have a better understanding than most humans give them credit for.

So Jacks for his part did realize that the young girl was a new substitute for one of his sows and he was happy to breed with her. He recognized her as the friendly human who often slopped him and the other pigs, providing food for the hogs.

Jacks did not know that this breeding would not produce babies or piglets, however. He really did not care about that, even though he was driven by the instinct to reproduce. Yet he could take some pleasure and enjoy the tightness of the young girl's breeder box now milking his corkscrew cock.

So driven by that single life's purpose to reproduce he drove his cock with a hard, steady pace into the female he was breeding. Kimberly felt like she was on fire. She too was being driven by her own body's natural instinct.

But her need was quite different from Jacks' need. Her impulse was all for pleasure. Then in a blinding flash every inch of her small body quivered out of control. She was creaming, but she did not shout. Instead she snorted as a pig would snort.

Jacks squealed loudly as he pumped and pumped great amounts of his thick, gooey cream into the female he was breading. When Kimberly felt Jacks' hot cream enter her small breeding tube her small breeder box did what all females' breeder boxes do, both animal and human. It sucked Jacks' thick cream straight into her slightly distended cervix and into her still-developing womb.

Jacks snorted loudly. With a sense of satisfaction he had completed his life's purpose. He had bred the female and now no longer had any interest in her. All he wanted now was to eat, drink some water, and rest until he was called upon again to fulfill his life's purpose.

He felt the restraints around him give way. He backed away from the female. He took one last sniff of the female's sex and smelled that he had indeed planted his seed into her. He swaggered as he was led out of the breeding pen.

Jacks and the other boars and stud animals on the farm did not realize how fortunate they were. Only the more traditional or insightful farmers continued to use milk maids regularly to keep their stud animals content. It paid off in more contented animals that grew stronger, larger, and provided more meat when it came time to butcher them.

Kimberly was glowing in the aftermath of her first orgasm when she heard her grandpa return to the breeding pen. "Kimberly," she heard him say, "How do you feel?"

"I feel really good, Grandpa. Can I breed another boar now?"

"Let me check your breeder box first."

"Okay Grandpa."

The old man checked his granddaughter's pussy. It was slightly pink but that was to be expected. He wanted to finger his small milk-maid granddaughter to another orgasm. But this was her first day as a milk maid and she had several more cocks to milk.

As he watched Jacks' cum and what was left of his granddaughter's hymenal blood leaking out of her small breeding hole he had only one regret. He wished he was younger so he could do as he had done to her mother a long time ago.

He wished he could breed her in between the scheduled breedings. But he knew that neither his cock nor his old body was capable of breeding her more than once or perhaps twice a day. Getting old was truly the shits, he thought.

He said, "Kimberly, your breeder box looks fine and I think you will be able to milk all the males on your list for today."

"Oh goody," Kimberly cheerfully answered. She could hardly wait to breed Barney and Fred. She also looked forward to breeding her brother Jeff and her dad. Although she had been bred by her grandpa she did not get a look at his cock and she definitely wanted to see what a human cock looked like.

"Which boar do you want to breed next?" she heard her grandpa ask.

She thought a moment then answered him saying, "Barney. Definitely Barney. Fred is a bit more irritable so I will save him for last."

"Good choice. I am going to clean you up a little before I bring Barney in to breed you."

"Okay Grandpa," she said.

She felt her grandpa wiping her pussy with a soft cloth. When he was done wiping her she heard him say, "Kimberly, I'll be right back with Barney."

"Okay Grandpa," she cheerfully answered.

She creamed once milking Barney's cock and twice milking Fred's cock. Fred thrust harder than the other two boars when he bred her, but Kimberly loved it. When she was done breeding the boars her legs were a little wobbly, but she quickly regained her balance as her grandpa helped her to the walk to a small shower stall.

Her grandpa left her in the shower and told her to clean her breeder box with the mild soap that was on the shelf in the shower. As Kimberly stood under the warm water, she could still feel her pussy popping with the aftermath from the last orgasm Fred had given her.

She could also feel the warmth of the three loads of boar cream sloshing around inside her just below her belly button. She could not remember what that part of her body was called, but she knew it was where babies grew until they were ready to be born.

Normally she would have felt dumb for not remembering, but it did not matter to her that she was not as smart as most other people. She was a milk maid now and it was a much honored profession for a farm girl like her.

She washed her small breeder box and as she washed it she pushed her finger into herself. Her finger felt good inside her tube. She wanted to breed her finger but decided against it. She decided that milking cocks was a lot more rewarding than milking her finger. After all there was no cream to get from her finger.

She finished showering and opened the shower door. Just outside the door was a big fluffy towel. Underneath the towel she saw her clothing. She picked up the towel and under it she saw a brand new pair of white cotton panties.

She started to dry herself off but she noticed something odd about the new panties. She picked them up and noticed that the panties had some extra material in the crotch. She did not have to wonder why the panties had extra material in the crotch, she already knew.

She knew it was to sop up the cream that was already dripping out of her pussy. She wished she could keep the cream inside of her but she guessed that was not possible. Quickly she dried off and dressed.

When she was done dressing she ran back to the house. She burst into the house and the door slammed behind her. "M---." She paused as she saw her mother glaring at her. She knew better than to slam doors.

She turned to go back out the door and enter the house properly. Then she her mom say, "It's okay honey, but just this one time."

She ran to her mom and hugged her. "Mom," she said excitedly, "I bred Grandpa and all the boars. I got all their cream and I made girl cream too. After lunch I guess I will hafta' breed with Silver, the stallion. I'm kinda' worried about it though. He is so big."

Her mother laughed. "No dear, I should have told you before. Silver is still my responsibility. Only after a woman has given birth is she ready to take on a stallion. It will be several years before you have your first baby, so don't worry about it. Now then, let me say that I am very proud of you Kimberly, for doing so well on your first breeding. However there are also a few rules to being a milk maid."

"Rules?" Kim groaned.

Her mother smiled and said, "Don't worry honey, the rules are very simple. First, you are out of uniform."

"Out of uniform?"

"See how I am dressed?"

"Yes mom," Kimberly looked at her.

"This dress and this white apron is the uniform of a milk maid. Now run upstairs and change your clothing."

"Really mom?" she said with glee. She loved wearing dresses, but due to her normal chores around the farm, she was only allowed to wear them on Sundays when the whole family went to church.

"Yes honey, now be quick about it."

"I will." Kimberley went upstairs as fast as she could without running.

When she got upstairs and entered her bedroom she looked in her closet. She saw seven new dresses. One of the dresses had a pretty flower pattern and she knew that one was a new Sunday dress. The other dresses were of one color. She saw a pink one, a red one, a blue one, a yellow one, a turquoise one, and a light green one.

She had a dress for every day of the week and she saw three new pairs of shoes. The shiny black pair she knew had to be her Sunday shoes. The other two were penny loafers and she knew they were her new everyday shoes.

She quickly removed her working shoes and put on a pair of the loafers. Next she put on the pink dress. She buttoned the buttons in front of the dress and walked over to the dresser. On the dresser was a stack of clean white aprons. She took one, put it on backwards, tied a bow, and repositioned the bow to the back of her new pink dress.

When she was done she put the remaining aprons in her dresser. When she opened the dresser she noticed all of her old t-shirts and jeans were missing. She smiled and hurried back downstairs. She entered the kitchen. Her mom turned around and said, "Honey, you look very pretty in your new dress."

Kimberly blushed. She did not think she was pretty at all. But in fact she was, with her short light brown hair and bright blue eyes. "Now Kimberly, come and help me make lunch for the men."

"Okay mom," she answered and started to help her mom make lunch.

"Honey, the second job of a milk maid is to learn how to cook. So whenever you're not out milking you'll be in the kitchen helping me and learning how to cook."

Kimberly could not have been happier. She had always wanted to help out in the kitchen and learn how to cook. But doing her homework took hours. Now she did not have to worry about that anymore.

"The rest of the rules I will explain to you after lunch," she heard her mom say.

Kimberly helped her mom finish making the homemade chicken soup from last night's chicken dinner leftovers. She put the meat, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes on the home-baked bread her mom had just sliced.

She helped her mother set the main table and also the small table in an alcove where the two hired hands ate. Just as they put the last soup bowl and spoon on the table they could hear the men coming and talking about the weather. Her grandpa entered the house followed by her brother and then her dad. Last were the two old black men.

The men took their seats. Kimberly placed the tray filled with sandwiches on the table and gave a couple of sandwiches to the two hired hands. Her mom filled all the soup bowls. Kimberly waited for her mom to finish serving the soup. When her mom finished and sat down Kimberly also sat in her chair.

The family said grace. Kimberly put her spoon into her soup but stopped when she heard her grandpa say, "Kimberly I, your father, and your brother wish to congratulate you for choosing to be a milk maid. And we all would like to say that you look very pretty in your new dress."

Kimberly blushed and thanked her grandpa, her dad, and her brother. Then she started to eat her soup as her grandpa passed the tray filled with sandwiches around the table. Not much was said during lunch. Everyone was too busy eating.

But the young girl noticed that her dad and her brother kept glancing at her and smiling at her in a way they had never done before. She knew they must be thinking about breeding with her even though they did not talk about it. It made Kim feel tingly all over. She also noticed the two old black men eating in the alcove giving her furtive, speculative glances.

When everyone finished eating their lunch the men got up and started toward the door. "Dad, just where do you think you're going?" Kimberly's mom said.

"Back to work," grandpa groaned.

"John," her mom said to her husband and enlisting his help.

"Dad, you heard what the doctor said. You need to take a nap every afternoon now." Kimberly's dad said.

"Grandpa, you really should rest," Jeff added.

"Nonsense! Besides, what do doctors know anyway?"

Kimberly somehow knew she should do something. She quickly walked over to her grandpa, took his hand and said, "Doctors know everything, Grandpa. And if the doctor said you should take a nap, then that's what you should do."

He looked at his charming granddaughter and knew that he could not refuse her. "Once a man, twice a child," he groaned.

"Grandpa, what does that mean?" Kimberly asked.

"It means the last time I took an afternoon nap was when I was a child. And now I once again have to take an afternoon nap, just like a child."

"Don't be silly, Grandpa. You're not a child. You're a full-grown man and my grandpa."

All he could do was smile. "I guess you're right, honey. Now how would you like to tuck me into bed?"

"I would like that very much, Grandpa." She smiled knowing that she would get a good look at his cock when she helped him undress.

"See you at three, Dad," her father said.

"Yeah Grandpa, see you at three," her brother added.

The black men kept respectfully silent as was their custom. Grandpa turned his head and watched the men leave the house wishing he could go with them. He had fought valiantly for the last month and had won for the time being but that battle was over now. He knew that from now on he would be taking an afternoon nap, just like he did when he was four years old.

As he walked upstairs holding his granddaughter's hand, he smiled and thought, "Maybe taking a nap is not such bad idea. Maybe if I rest up I will have the energy to breed my pretty granddaughter later this afternoon."

When they arrived in her grandpa's room Kimberly said, "Grandpa, can I help you undress?"

He turned and looked at his charming granddaughter. He would love to have her pull his pants down and give his old cock a kiss. But he had to find out if she knew all the rules yet.

He said, "Honey, I would like nothing better than for you to help me undress b---."

"Oh goody," she said, interrupting her grandpa and putting her small hands on his belt.

"Kimberly!" her grandpa said, raising his voice slightly.

Kimberly took her hands off his belt. She sniffled and said, "I am sorry Grandpa, for interrupting you."

"It's all right, honey. I know you're excited about seeing my cock and as a milk maid you should be. But I need to know if your mom has explained the rules to you yet."

"The only thing she told me was that I'm not old enough to breed Silver yet. And that I had to wear dresses and this apron from now on. She called it a milk maid uniform."

Her grandpa smiled and asked, "Do you like wearing dresses?"

"Oh yes Grandpa, I love wearing dresses."

"That's good honey, because you sure look pretty in your milk maid uniform."

Kimberly smiled. She was getting used to the men in her family calling her pretty. She had even caught Rufus and Festus looking at her. She wondered if she would be able to have them breed her too.

She heard her grandpa say, "Turn around honey, so I can take off my pants and get in bed."

Dutifully she turned around. She guessed that she would find out about Rufus and Festus from her mom. She waited until she heard her grandpa say, "Honey, I'm in bed now. Come and give me a kiss."

She smiled, turned around, and walked over to the bed. She hugged her grandpa and gave him a kiss on the lips as she had always done. But as she kissed him she noticed a tingling sensation in her crotch.

As she wished her grandpa pleasant dreams, she wondered why kissing him now made her feel something in her breeder box. As she left the room she decided to ask her mom about that.

She went downstairs and into the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen she heard the dishwasher running and she saw her mom sitting at the kitchen table. "Kimberly," her mom asked, "Are your panties damp?"

"Yes mom, they are very damp," she answered.

"Here honey, put these on," her mom said and handed her a clean pair of panties.

Kimberly quickly took off her cream-soaked panties and put on the fresh pair her mom had given her. When she was done changing she heard her mom say, "Sit down honey, and I will tell you the rules for being a milk maid."

She sat down and waited for her mom to speak.

"Kimberly," her mom said, "The first rule for milk maids is to change your panties whenever they get damp. Now there are two pockets in your apron. One is for clean panties and the other is for the wet ones."

"The reason for changing your wet panties is to prevent a rash. You see honey, if you walk around all day with cream-soaked panties you can get a very nasty rash and then you won't be able to do your job."

Kimberley remembered how at first it felt good when the male cream leaked out of her pussy. But she remembered how yucky it felt as the cream cooled. It was a good rule she thought, and one that she could easily follow.

"Now the next rule for a milk maid is that we never let any people outside of our immediate family breed us in the pussy." When she heard her mom say that she was disappointed, but she quickly realized that her mom had not finished talking.

Kim listened as her mom continued and said, "However because they have lived with us so long, we do see to the needs of Rufus and Festus."

Kimberly was puzzled. She did not understand how she could take care of the two old black men's needs if she did not let them breed her in her breeder box. She looked at her mom and said, "Mom, how do I do that?"

To be continued.

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