Rita hadn't sounded the bell in the barn to let him know their breakfast was ready but he figured with everything else going on this morning she had just gotten busy and forgot. As he walked towards the house he hoped the short walk would let his passion subside a bit. He knew Rita had been through a lot and he didn't want to press his need for her too much this first day by waltzing inside with a raging hard-on screaming he wanted to fuck her so soon! Better to take it slow and let her adjust to everything at her own pace.
He got to the farm house and entered the back door that led to the kitchen but didn't smell anything cooking or hear any of the usual sounds that accompanied Rita's breakfast routines. That was odd, but maybe she had taken a longer shower and gotten distracted. He rounded the corner to find her standing bent over the farm house sink, her robe untied and pushed down her arms, her breasts hanging and Rita's hands squeezing and massaging them insistently, all the while tears ran down her cheeks in constant rivulets. When he saw her his heart broke at the state she was in. She turned towards him with a gasp as she heard him arrive. Sniffing wetly she stood cradling her breasts in her hands.
"Hiram!" she wailed as she walked towards him. "I thought you did enough. It felt ok for a little while, but then I got into the shower and the hot water starting hitting them and they started leaking, and that hurt, but it was managable, but then the stream slowed down, then stopped, and now I can't get a drop out of them and it's sheer agony Hiram! It's unbearable!"
Hiram's mind raced. Obviously, he didn't have the oral strength to suck out the milk himself, or at least not enough to give her true relief, and although his mind went naturally to the milking machines in the barn, they were just too powerful. It was ridiculous! He had all this dairy equipment at his disposal and it was no good to him at the very moment he needed it the most! As he stood there watching Rita sob in obvious discomfort his mind grabbed onto the one thing that he had that might do the job!
Several years earlier he had bought a few goats to try and experiment with milking them. The price of goat milk had been rising and Hiram had invested in a few goats and some milking equipment that was smaller and less powerful models of their larger cow counterparts. The venture had never turned the profit he had hoped for and eventually he had sold the goats and most of the equipment, but he had kept one milking machine in the storage room of the barn in case he ever wanted to try his hand again. If he was right and could convince Rita to give it a try, she would be one very happy (and empty) milk maid.
Turning to Rita he kissed her salty teared mouth and said, "Do you trust me?"
"What? What do you mean? What do you want to do? Of course I trust you Hiram."
"Good, then come with me. Don't bother even tying up your robe. Just follow me." and he grabbed her hand and led her back outside and across the backyard towards the barn, her robe flapping behind her as she strolled naked across the field. Her huge tits swung comically on her frame as she moved and he couldn't help glancing at this fertile goddess and hope this all worked or he would have to resort to taking her to a regular hospital and he wasn't prepared to explain this to a doctor.
As they got to the barn Hiram unlocked the doors and guided her to one of the smaller stalls he had built for the goats. He had kept them clean and tidy, using them mainly for storing hay bales in the winter. Now, he arranged some of the hay bales, threw a few blankets over them, and directed Rita to sit on them while he ran to get the goat milking machine.
"Don't worry Rita! I think I've got just the solution to all of this." he called over his shoulder as he opened the storage room and started rummaging around locating the machine and all the other equipment he'd need.
Ten minutes later he had set up the machine with the required hoses and fittings in the small goat stall where Rita sat panting and moaning in discomfort. She leaned back against the hay bales, her robe fully opened, naked and splay legged towards the stall opening.
"What would someone think if they walked in here right now?!" Hiram thought as he stopped and took in the scene before him.
He knelt between Rita's legs with a bucket of disinfectant and a container of lubricant in his hands.
"Rita, can you hear me, honey?" She nodded wordlessly and Hiram plowed forward with the explanation.
"I'm going to clean and disinfect your breasts and nipples and then I'm going to coat them in this cream that should help us get you ready to be...well I don't think there's any other way to say it Rita -- milked. Do you understand?"
Rita nodded again but this time she was looking at Hiram with a different gaze. It was a look in the eyes that Hiram had seen that morning as she rode him to orgasm. A hungry look. A look of desire behind her eyes that surprised Hiram, but excited him as well.
"Do it Hiram. Do what needs to be done. I'm yours Hiram. You know how to handle things like this and I trust you. Do what you do to your cows. I'm your cow now, Hiram. Milk me like one of them and don't stop until I'm empty." and with those words she stood up and dropped her robe completely onto the ground before sitting once again on the edge of the hay bale in front of Hiram.
He took the rag from the bucket and gently washed the soapy liquid across her chest, paying special attention to her nipples and aereolas. It ran down her chest and across her naked thighs and down further between her exposed pussy. It flowed down making a puddle at her feet and Hiram thought of animals pissing in their stalls and how primal and animalistic this all was. The mixing of smells in the barn was intoxicating. He could smell it all in his nose, the straw and the wood, and the cows in their stalls. Everything mingled and yes, oh yes, let's not forget the unmistakeable smell of Rita herself. Hiram could smell her sweet smells of sweat, her shampoo, and her desire, the very smell of her pussy wafting to add to the scent. He felt his cock begin to stir and stiffen in his overalls. She was like a bitch in heat, a horny heifer, a slutty sow in a barn stall about to be hooked up to a machine like a common farm animal and sucked dry of her milk. There was even a part of her that Hiram could see wanted it to happen, was even growing impatient for it to start! She was starting to shift on the hay bale, bringing her legs together and rubbing them against one another, trying to rub her thighs against her pussy, working her clit as much as she could without putting her hands between her legs. Hiram got the container of lubricant and took a large glob of the stuff in his palm and slathered it across the same areas as before. He worked it into and around her nipples and squeezed and massaged them to erection between his finger tips. Rita moaned and arched her back and threw her head to the side as he tweaked her nipples. Once he was ready to apply the steel suction tubes to her teats...and his farmer's brain was now thinking of them in THOSE terms...her distended teats standing proudly away from her engorged udders...he paused.
If he truly wanted this to work and for Rita to get the proper relief she needed she would have to change position. Seated, almost laying on the hay bales would not work for this milking machine to "latch" properly to her udders. She'd have to be as close to a goat's position as possible and that would mean getting her on all fours. He gently grasped her forearms and lightly guided her to the floor onto her hands and knees. She didn't say a word when he moved her and when he lifted her knees one at a time to put a blanket under them for cushioning she moved obediently to whatever angle and position he needed her in. When he thought she was in the right place he reached under her and lifted one of her massive udders in his hand. It was so full and heavy with milk it was almost dragging against the barn floor. It was warm and tight, reminding him of the cow's he had caressed not so long ago just a few stalls away. He flicked the switch on the milking machine and it hummed to life. A steady chugging hiss and release sounded into the small stall and Rita jumped a bit.
"Are you sure you're ready my dear?" Hiram raised his voice a little to be heard over the steady thrum of the suction already coursing through the steel tubes. Rita turned and gave him a pained smile.
"Yes, I'm ready for this. I want it Hiram." and again she repeated, "I'm your cow, Hiram. Your little heifer to do with as you like." and she smiled again, only this time it was a bit sweeter and more genuine.
Hiram lifted Rita's breast again, turning the nipple out to the side to accept the end of the first tube. He moved the two ends towards each other and at the last 1/2 inch the suction brought the two together and Rita let out a loud and long, "OOOOOOOOH!"
