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Mr Kwangs Cow Pt 02

Mr Kwangs Cow Pt 02

by thebamboostic
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction only. All characters and names have been fabricated for the purposes of this story. References to actual places are real. Chinese language inclusion, in Pinyin, is also real.

Zhoulin tried to live the next few days as if nothing had happened. She caught up on reading. Did some long-forgotten house chores and made dinner for her parents. Friends came over and Zhoulin went out again.

Nothing was able to distract her from her milking on Mr Kwang's back porch. She was ashamed. She argued with herself that she shouldn't have allowed it to happen. But there was always the other side, and that was poor Mr Kwang, who must be getting worried that she hadn't been over to see him since the incident. What if she gives him the wrong impression?

It wasn't Mr Kwang's fault. He is a sweet and loving man. He only ever helped, and it was this shame that was eating at her. Should she have allowed herself to let him touch her like that? Was it wrong? She wasn't sure. They are both adults. It was consenting. Oh. Poor Mr Kwang she thought.

The rest of the week passed without Zhoulin and Mr Kwang meeting. Zhoulin had tried to persuade herself that it was a one-time affair, that it couldn't happen again. But from then on, her chest had been forever empty as if someone had removed their purpose. The only time she felt good was when her tits were out of their bra. She deeply wanted to see My Kwang, to tell her that it was ok. It was her. Her emotions were all over the place and she didn't' know why. He must be upset with me, she considered. She didn't know what to do.

It was on the sixth day since the event that Zhoulin worked up the courage to go see Mr Kwang. This time she wouldn't wear a bra under her top. She had to show him it wasn't his fault, that she was the weird one. She owed him that much. She was nervous. But it had to happen.

"Ah, Zhoulin." Mr Kwang said, as if he had seen the girl yesterday. "I've had a chance to visit Changchang's again and he gave me a whole bunch of Cashew nuts this time." He said, getting up from the garden. He motioned the girl to their usual spot on the back porch while mumbling to himself that Changchang was crazy for not selling his wears.

Zhoulin greeted Mr Kwang and followed him under the shade. She sighed internally and then apologised for not seeing him these past days. She was happy that Mr Kwang had not said anything. He was his usual self. Oh, he was such a nice man.

"Nonsense!" Mr Kwang shut her down immediately. "You don't apologise to me love. You are a young and lively girl. You should be out there having fun, not worrying about little old me." He said. "Anyway" I have been at my sons these past few days. He wanted help with something, so I was obliged to go." He finished.

Zhoulin was relieved. "Oh Mr Kwang. You truly are amazing." She said giving him a big hug, her braless boobs rubbing into Mr Kwang.

"Na li na li," Mr Kwang said, using the Chinese saying to politely deny the compliment. Inside he was delighted. Zhoulin had grown on him these past couple of months, and he had come to secretly enjoy their encounters. But he had wanted more, and her return indicated that she did too.

Zhoulin didn't want to be conflicted anymore. Mr Kwang was so nice. She had been so worried. She was glad she didn't wear a bra. Mr Kwang was visibly impressed. "Mr Kwang. I've been thinking." She worked up the courage. The idea had only just come to her, but it felt right. "I would like to be freer around you, to enjoy the heat of the afternoon without my top. Would you mind?" She said, knowing he wouldn't. But she wanted him to say it all the same, to give her permission.

"Of course, my dear. I hope you can feel as free here in my home as you do in yours." Mr Kwang said, delighted that his young neighbour had fallen for his charms.

"Oh yes. I really do." Zhoulin said.

"You know, I remember when you used to run around naked. You were so free back then. It is so easy to get lost in the rush the life and the pressures of society to act as one unhuman mass. Don't you think?" Mr Kwang said, standing in the doorway. He was about to get their afternoon tea.

Zhuolin blushed at thought of her being naked in front of Mr Kwang, but her body twitched with excitement. She was so happy things were back to normal; that Mr Kwang was not upset. Zhoulin removed her white top and revealed her tits to Mr Kwang. She wiggled her chest again and was pleased to hear him groan. She wanted him to be happy and pleased, like she was.

It was as if the past week hadn't happened at all. That all the indecision on her behalf had been lifted from her. The shame was gone. It was Mr Kwang after all. So she decided to go further. She reached down and slipped her thumbs into her shorts and push them down, revealing her small white underwear. Mr Kwang grunted again with pleasure. She knew she had made the right decision. "I thought I would take your advice, Mr Kwang, and be freer." She said. He really was a wise man.

Mr Kwang looked at his beautiful young neighbour standing before him in only her underwear and shoes and sighed with joy. She was a gorgeous girl. Not traditionally pretty, but handsome. Her eyes were small, but her mouth was full and her teeth were straight and white, and when she smiled, her face transformed.

She was smiling at him now, her smooth body tanned except for where she wore shorts and a shirt. Her underwear was small and her hair peaked out at the sides. Oooh, he thought, how he would love to see inside there. Her heavenly flower must be richly covered. He looked again at the soft tanned areolas and considered her labia must be the same or even a darkened colour. He knew that some girls were pink down there while others were dark. Zhoulin must be the latter, he thought.

Just then Betsy moved her way over and stood once more before the pavement and eyed the two humans.

Mr Kwang came back out with the tea and cashews. He wasn't wearing a shirt any longer. And he felt much cooler for it. "I hope you don't' mind, Zhoulin." He said. "But you have convinced me I should also feel more free to relax here. Especially in this heat!"

"Of course, Mr Kwang. You should free yourself." Zhoulin said happily. Mr Kwang really needed to relax more. "I thought that's what people did when they retired?" She said, nonchalantly.

"Oh no. Some do, Guess." He said. "But many get caught up in the lives of their children and society, and all of that. You have reminded me that I should be free." He said with a laugh.

"You have good body for a retired person." Zhoulin said. Meaning it. My Kwang was quite handsome she thought. She liked the pleasure her comments gave him.

"You are too kind my love." He said, smiling and loving his neighbour even more.

They talked for while about the lives of retired people and the pressures of society. The afternoon was still hot. At first Zhoulin had been nervous. Awkward even. But Mr Kwang's stories had soothed her. After a while she felt more natural, as though she was in her element in his presence. There was no judgement, only open admiration. Why couldn't all of society be more like this she thought?

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They continued talking, lounging back into the chairs. Betsy was still nearby, standing in their view, swaying her udders. Behind her, the valley spread below and grass patches, shrubs, and unoccupied land. They were on the edge of town. Mr Kwang was talking about the properties of bamboo and why their structure allows it to be so strong. Inside, Zhoulin had been fighting a feeling that was now bubbling to the surface. Mr Kwang had really not done anything to deserve her abandoning him for the week. It was time to confront it.

"Mr Kwang." Zhoulin said. She was nervous, but she had to bring it up. This would help things return to normal. To bring the clouds and so make her life fuller. "Can I ask for another back rub? If you don't mind. I hope I'm not causing you too much trouble." She said.

Mr Kwang was delighted. "Of course. It would be a pleasure." He said, while moving the stool in front of him. "Here. Come sit down here. It will be easier for me." The girl did as he asked, and Mr Kwang went in to the familiar pattern rubbing the young girl's back, her sides, her shoulders and her arms. He went a bit further this time and rubbed Zhoulin's neck, and at the other end, reached down to the small of her back rubbed the muscle at the top of her bum. While he did this, Mr Kwang told Zhoulin the story of the Yangze river mountain lion that put fear into the villages along the shores 500 years ago during the Ming Dynasty.

Zhoulin was relaxed. Mr Kwang's soft voice and calming tones were what she needed. She was able to focus on the touches of his fingers on her skin, now sensitive to his every touch. She willed him to touch her sides again, to brush against her boobs, to give her the tingling sensation that would rush through her entire body. She moaned softly. At first, she was unaware that she was making any noise. When she became more cognizant, she noticed that it encouraged him more. Mr Kwang's hand's were soft. He was such a kind man.

Mr Kwang reach around and ran his hand over Zhoulin mounds, and he felt the shudder go through the girl. "Is this ok, Zhoulin?" He asked.

"Oh yes. Mr Kwang. Your hands are so smooth and wonderful." She said, meaning it. "They completely relax me." She was looking at Betsy, unthinking and unseeing, completely wrapped in the motion of her massage. "I don't how you do it." She said.

Mr Kwang was speaking again. "it is really quite easy with practice." He said. "Here let me show you." Mr Kwang took Zhoulin's small hands in his and placed them on her boobs. He motioned the fingers to form in a consistent pincer, then embrace and massaged the girls cones at the top. He could hear her moan softly. "How is that?"

"Oh, its amazing." She said, still looking at Betsy. The cow's udders full and swaying again.

Mr Kwang continued to massage the girl's boob through her hands. After a while, he returned his hands to her back. This time his massage was light and sensitive. "Keep the pressure on your fingers and follow through in one motion." He said to the girl, encouraging her to continue her tit massage.

Just then Betsy moo'd, and they both chuckled.

"I think her cow tits need milking again Mr Kwang." Zhoulin said, her fingers still gently pulling on her mounds, pressuring her nipples involuntarily. She moaned.

"Yes." Mr Kwang said. "She is so full. But her milk is the world's best." He said with pride. "Have you ever had fresh milk from a cow before?" He asked.

"Mmmm... I. I can't say I have." She said. Mr Kwang's hands were back around her lower back.

"There is really nothing like it. Only real cow tits produce milk." Mr Kwang said. He heard the girl moan.

"Would you like to try?" He asked. His hands still rubbing gently. The girl's hands were still massaging her boobs like he had showed her. She was squeezing her nipples and moaning.

"Oh ok." Zhoulin said. She was so very proud of Betsy for what she gave Mr Kwang.

Mr Kwang got up. "No. Stay there love." He motioned to Zhoulin. "I want you to keep massaging those lovely tits of yours. It will help settle Betsy. She is a so very fussy cow."

Zhoulin stayed where she was and continued to needle her boobs. She loved the way Mr Kwang cared about Betsy. He was so gentle.

Mr Kwang patted Betsy for a while and the slowly, beside her, bent down and caressed her udders. Betsy moo'd and stamped her back foot, but otherwise didn't move.

"Now don't move too much, but slowly get up and kneel beside me. Keep everything else the same. Betsy won't bite, but she doesn't know your touch yet." He said. Mr Kwang was happy to see Zhoulin get up and slowly move to his side. She was holding her boobs, still caressing them. He motioned her to create more of a gap between them so that she was closer to Betsy's front legs. "Good. It will be best not to move too much while you are there."

Zhoulin was nervous and excited. She had never been this close to Betsy before. She had never had fresh milk before. But Mr Kwang was reassuring. She watched him gently massage Betsy's cow tits. She watched as Betsy was soothed, her udders full and waiting to be milked. Zhoulin felt a rush go through her. She pinched her nipples again and stifled a moan. She was kneeling low, her bum on her legs waiting for instruction.

"Good." He said. "I'm going to massage her cow tits for a while. I want you to do the same. It will help her settle." He said. "Is that alright."

Zhoulin nodded. Mr Kwang was so gentle. She could see him pulling softly on Betsy, on her long nipples. What were they called? It was an oddly satisfying movement. Unaware, she matched Mr Kwang's rhythm with her own chest and began to pull down on her tits. She let out a soft moan.

Mr Kwang pulled a few times on Betsy's teats and milk began to protrude. "Just as always. She really is a good cow." He said, noticing that the action was received well by Zhoulin.

Zhoulin saw the milk come out of Betsy's cow tits. It was white and looked warm. She saw Mr Kwang direct the tit to his mouth and squirt milk in. She saw that he enjoyed it. She wanted to try it too, she wanted the sensation of milking, to have her own udder milked by Mr Kwang.

Mr Kwang heard Zhoulin moan. "Open you mouth." He said. "And shift a little closer." Zhoulin did so, and Mr Kwang saw her tits wobble as she did. They were such nice cow tits. "Ready?" He asked.

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Zhoulin nodded and opened her mouth. She felt the warm milk splash in her mouth. It was delicious, and she moaned as she swallowed it down. Her hands worked faster on her own cow tits, and she opened her mouth more. This time it splashed on her face, and she giggled. It felt nice, Mr Kwang looked happy. She was happy. More went in her mouth, and she gulped it down, realising that she dribbled half of it, but the position was awkward. There was nothing to do about it. The position emphasised the feelings she was engaging on her cow tits.

"Isn't it great?" Mr Kwang said. He saw Zhoulin nod, she was getting close to climaxing. Her hands were pulling down hard on her tits, like two pistons working in unison at separate intervals. She wanted more.

"Zhoulin." He said. Zhoulin looked up, her back moving slightly up and down along with her movements. "Can I do that for you?" He said.

Zhoulin was happy for Mr Kwang to help her. She was getting tired, but she needed more. Mr Kwang's hands were so smooth. Yes. She wanted him to help.

"Let try this then. Shuffle over here more." Mr Kwang said, positioning himself behind her. He reached under her and began pulling on her tits again, softly, but in rhythm. One after the other. He saw the girl relax, her hands now on the ground, supporting her position. After a while she was moaning more consistently. "Is this good?"

"Hmmpf... mmm." She tried. "Ohhh. Yes. Its good. Please... don't stop." She said.

"I won't stop, Zhoulin. But are you sure you want to keep milking you?" He said softly.

"Oooooh yes." Zhoulin said. Her chest was vibrating like a thousand different nerve endings were reaching for a final meeting.

Mr Kwang saw that it was time. He reached up with his right hand and in front of Zhoulin's face, pulled on Betsy's teat once more, spraying milk on Zhoulin. "Open your mouth love" he said, using his left hand to milk Zhoulin's tit.

Zhoulin did what Mr Kwang asked. The milk hit her face again, and then went into her mouth. It was so warm tasty. Even sweet. It mixed as if it was one with her emotions. The pulling on her tit, the spray of milk, once again in rhythm. She was moaning louder now.

Mr Kwang shuffled Zhoulin forward a touch more. He lifted the girls face to Betsy's udder and brought the teat to her mouth. He saw Zhoulin react instinctively, her mouth on the teat, she began sucking. Mr Kwang's hand returned to focus on Zhoulin's tits and he began milking them, squeezing down on her nipples each time. He was putting more pressure on them now. His rhythm was speeding up, matching the girl's panting.

"That's a good girl. Almost there now." He said soothingly. Zhoulin moaned loudly. Milk was escaping from her mouth. The teat came out, but he saw her manoeuvrer back to it. "Suck those cow tits my beautiful girl." He said. Zhoulin moaned again loudly. "You're almost there."

Zhoulin's eyes were closed. Her mouth was wrapped around Betsy's teat. It was sustaining her orgasm. She knew she had to remain there until Mr Kwang gave her permission. Her explosion had been building for some time, and for the past few minutes it had been tinkering on the edge; an orgasm within an orgasm. The warm milk made it that way; both feeding her orgasm and contributing to her own milking. She wanted it to continue but also to push over to feel the heavenly pleasures that would rock her body and transcend her soul to worlds beyond.

"Tell me what you want, my love." Mr Kwang said, realising it was time.

Zhoulin's voice was muffled by her continued sucking.

"Make sure you are clear, Zhoulin." He said. "I want to give it to you, but you need to tell me." He continued. "Do you want to want to milk your cow tits? Do you want to orgasm?"

"ARghmmmmmm" Zhoulin tried. The explosion hanging over the edge. "ymmmessss.' She tried again.

"What was that."

The teat came out. "ooh yeessss." She moaned again. The milking of her tits was about to push her over. "Please milk me Mr Kwngggg." She said, panting. "Please milk my cow tits." She said again, wishing the feeling would continue and climax at the same time. She willed Mr Kwang to push over. She needed his hands on her cow tits. She loved that he liked them, that she could be his to milk. Oooooooh. The pressures from her orgasm were building in her tits. She sucked harder, moaning. "Pleasshhhhhh Mr Kwang." She needed the release now. The force in her was too great. It had reached her pelvis, but she needed Mr Kwang to give her permission.

"Ok. Zhoulin. Get ready." He said. "Suck on Betsy a bit harder." Zhoulin complied immediately. Mr Kwang could feel the milk around the girl's own cow tits, lubricating them. They really were cow tits. Nice and long, straight, yet puffy, like they were full of milk.

He pulled on them in sequence and he could feel Zhoulin begin to shudder. "Ok my wonderful cow tits, you can cum now." he said, and he pulled down hard, this time not letting go of her nipples but instead holding them down; extended. This pushed Zhoulin over the edge and she cried out. Besty's cow tits came of her mouth and full of milk sprayed the young girl.

The organism lasted a long 30 seconds, each long second was moaned, and in her position Zhuolin lost control of her body. She began to piss herself. The feeling was warm and pleasant. She couldn't stop it. It pushed her orgasm further until she blacked out.

Mr Kwang heard the girl's bladder release, and could feel the warmth of the liquid as it spread from underneath the girl to touch his knees. He felt the girl collapse after the long deep guttural moan, and he was satisfied. True orgasms can be rare, and non-penetration orgasms were even rarer. They were more powerful, more all-encompassing. So he wasn't surprised that his young neighbour blacked out. It would help with the process or reconciling the feeling with the act.

Mr Kwang lifted the girl up and carried her inside his small house. She was a mess, an adorable mess, and he wondered what more she might be convinced to do. He mused happily to himself as he prepared some towels. What a pleasant afternoon.

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Zhuolin awoke on the couch feeling supremely relaxed. The temperature was comfortable, and she noticed that she was covered with a light towel. She was naked underneath. Her underwear was gone.

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