With the new ground rules in place, Hiram's dairy business was doing GREAT! His 30 year marriage to Rita was doing better than ever! He saw their new life as a series of wonderful routines filled with passion, sexual exploration, and an intimacy that had brought them closer than they'd ever been before!
Rita took to the first rule of "no clothes when we're alone" immediately and loved her new nude life. It made her feel more like a cow when her udders were in milk each morning, their newly inflated size swinging and swaying on her small frame. She was more aware of sensations against her naked skin, and there wasn't a moment that her pussy wasn't wet with arousal. Part of that reason was Hiram keeping her crotch and pussy shaved smooth. Not even a landing strip of pubic hair was left on her bald mound. She still surprised herself when she walked past a mirror and caught a glimpse of her pussy between her legs instead of a thick bush!
However, her lack of hair wasn't the only visual surprise that sometimes stopped her in her tracks and made her admire her sex. Her newly enlarged clit held that honor! That was definitely the most unexpected side effect of the procedure for sure! Now it seemed that no matter what she was doing, it was visually aroused, erect all the time, poking out from under its hood a good inch and a half! Hiram teased her by calling it her "little cow cock" and took every opportunity to give it a playful rub when he got the chance.
"I don't know how you men walk around with yours swinging between your legs all the time when you're naked! I'm accidentally rubbing mine against things or bumping it into things, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through my pussy every time!"
"Just imagine having a big set of balls swinging around down there too!" Hiram had joked as he cupped his hanging sack for emphasis.
Hiram, for the most part, also lived the nudist lifestyle. He would sometimes wear his overalls if he needed to do more strenuous work around the farm and didn't want to run the risk of skinning his ass, but his "uniform" usually consisted of his work boots, a pair of gloves, and an occasional ball cap.
For the next few weeks, Hiram and Rita rose early and walked arm in arm the short distance to the barn. They were like two horny teenagers again, playing grab-ass and stealing kisses from each other. When they arrived, Rita would assume her position on all fours in the small goat stall, and Hiram would wash and disinfect her udders with the cow soap, attach the milking machine to her teats, and start her first milking session of the day. Once Hiram had her situated and the machine was steadily sucking her sweet, creamy milk, he would do the same for each cow in the herd before returning to Rita for her "inspection" and "breeding schedule".
The second rule of "you will be milked three times a day so we can sell your milk" was not a problem for Rita, and neither was the stipulation that the milking session had to include Hiram fucking her or pleasuring herself with a dildo! Hiram had built her a modified wooden shelf that she could rest her udders on. Since she had recently grown three cup sizes, they quickly realized her breasts were dragging on the ground when she was on all fours. Hiram had drilled large holes through which Rita's teats hung, giving him easy access to attach the metal suction tubes of the milking machine. The wooden structure also had padded areas for her hands and knees, as well as a sled contraption Hiram had devised that could be slid into position between Rita's legs. With a large vibrating dildo securely attached, Rita could fuck herself silly while being milked!
Hiram had purchased the massive twelve-inch model at an adult toy store two towns over, and when he came home and showed Rita, her eyes had almost popped out of her head! It was huge. Even having fucked Hiram's seven-inch cock for years, at the sight of the thick, veined monster vibrating in his hand, she felt her pussy throb in anticipation, her juices slowly dripping down her thighs.
Today was no different. Rita kneeled with the metal tubes sucking insistently at her teats as Hiram walked up behind her and watched her hips twitching and jerking in time with the rhythmic sucking of her udders. He started his usual "inspection" by reaching between her legs and thrusting three fingers into her dripping cunt, stretching her open to accommodate the girthy giant that was poised in the "sex sled" just behind her quivering haunches. He reached deep inside her and fingered her G-spot for several minutes while she moaned, thrusting and riding his hand with enthusiasm.
"OOOOH! Hiram, that feels so good!" Rita started to whimper. "I'm SO open and ready to take that fucker! It's SO hungry this morning for some good dick!
Spreading her juices all over the twelve-inch shaft, Hiram slowly fed the vibrating invader between her cum-slicked pussy lips. As the vibrating shaft slid over her large clit her hips involuntarily speared themselves back onto its length, and a wave of orgasmic pleasure rocketed up her body. She cried out and felt not only her pussy gush with wetness but also a massive release of milk through her teats. She could feel her milk ducts opening along her udders as milk was sucked through the tubes. She lifted her head and watched in fascination as the glass container filled with her milk, not in drips and drops but in a steady stream, a creamy white fountain. Hiram locked the sled in place with the massive dildo seated deep in Rita's cunt and watched her continue to fuck it on her own. Rocking and riding the dildo back and forth through wave after wave of pleasure, she lost count of how many orgasms she had. All she knew was that every orgasm caused another let down of milk, and the constant flow was quickly filling the holding tank.
Hiram patted her rump as she shivered and shook her way through countless orgasms and walked to the glass container at her front. "Good God, Rita! You're filling this one up quickly today. I'm going to have to cap this one off and get another one!"
He went and fetched an empty container and rushed back to not waste any of the precious nectar. He deftly pinched both tubes running from Rita's udders between his fingers, stopping the flow to the almost full container, and quickly switched out the connections to the empty one. He did it so quickly that hardly a drop was lost, and when he let the tubes go, the flow of white gold made its way into the new container with an audible splash.
Hiram looked down at his wife with love in his heart and passion in his mind. He loved her so much. She was so beautiful. He had loved her as a wife; he had marveled at her inner strength and beauty as a mother; and now he loved and wanted her as this new creature. His prized heifer, queen of his herd! She had taken to the transition so well, and watching her enjoy and pleasure herself on the huge fake phallus made his cock swell with need. He knelt by her face and kissed her cheek as she was lulled with sexual bliss, her eyes closed and her breathing short and stuttering with orgasmic rhythms.
"Rita? I've got something for you, sweetie." Hiram cooed.
"Do you want to have your breakfast now, darling?" Hiram drew the milking stool in front of her and seated himself like a king on his throne. His seven-inch "scepter" jutted out, throbbing from between his legs.
"Do you want a protein shake?" he chuckled as he nudged the head of his throbbing prick against her lips, smearing them with his precum that was already dripping down his shaft.
Rita opened her eyes through the orgasmic fog she was in and realized what Hiram wanted.
"Oh, Hiram, you are awful," she said as she smiled and licked his glistening head with her tongue. "Do you want me to take care of this right now?" Hiram nodded and leaned back, letting her continue to lick her way down his shaft.
