The Farmer’s Wife & Daughters lV

Later that evening, following his exciting game with the sisters, the milkman was wanking his milk spout replaying the day’s events. At this point, in a state of rabid arousal, he had wished he fucked the girls there and then. He remembered the feel of their soft pouty lips on his shaft and relived the explosive moment over and over again, dreamily showering the girls with cum in his imagination as he stroked himself to completion, climaxing on the thought of having had the girls swallow him.
Jen and Jessie had his sperm swirling around in their tummies right then, and unknown to him, the girls were lying wide awake in bed in the main house at that very moment too.

They lay side by side in bed facing one another, the shoulders of their nightdresses down to their waists, their massive mammaries exposed to the night air drifting in through the open window, the cold breeze stiffening their already hardened nipples as they practiced their milking techniques on each other’s breasts. Determined to please their tutor and prove they were ready to lactate they were resigned to imitating all the strokes and pinches the milkman had used on them. They fervently squeezed each other’s breasts, twisting and pinching the prominent nipples, but to no avail. Their melons reddened under each other’s ardent attention, they heaved and tormented their sensitive flesh till their hands ached and they fell asleep bare breasted in a loving sisterly embrace.

Elsewhere on the farm their mother Julie had been busy with the baby. The infant had kicked over a small jar of oil which spilled all over her. Having put the baby to sleep Julie went to the family shower which was located outside and just off to the left of the house. The rest of the farm was asleep, or so Julie thought, but the milkman having just milked himself to the thought of her daughters was outside for a bit of air and noticed the voluptuous silhouette of the farmer’s wife enter the shower stall.
His menacing smile returned.

Julie hummed softly to herself as she disrobed and felt the chill of the water caress and sting her body gently, some of the water slipping of the oil on her body. She liked how her hands slipped smoothly over the slickened parts of her body, even living on a farm she managed to keep her skin soft and silky smooth, but the oil made her body feel erotic even to her and she felt content in smearing the oil all over herself before washing it off completely.
She caressed her silky, soft, naked, oily, wet skin tenderly and gently massaged her breasts, squeezing them together between her hands until just the nipples were gripped by her finger tips, the oil making it easy to twirl and tease the protruding buttons which trickled tiny traces of her breast milk. Her hand eased down between her legs while her other continued to cup her breasts alternately, squeezing them so her fingers dug into her areola, pressing the nipple down into her breast, the hard button rolling around the top peak of her ample bust.
The hand between her legs instantly found the opening she sought as her fingers darted for her favourite little button to play with.