A Girl and a Goat MilkerMy first experience with erotic lactation started when I was only 17. I'm going to credit my love of being constantly in milk with growing up in ranch country and my first boyfriend, Joey. There is not much to do in the country and kids are often left to come up with their own entertainment.
Joey and I had been hanging out only a few months and spent most of our time together on weekends drinking booze we scrounged from our parent's liquor cabinets and smoking a lot of weed. One moonlit late winter evening, we were sharing a joint and a bottle of wine and watching his dad's horses mate. The mare was wild-eyed and making weird bleating and grunting noises as the stallion pounded into her. Joey pushed me up against the fence & began dry humping me from behind mimicking the stallion's thrusts. When the stallion dismounted, Joey grabbed my hand & pulled me into the barn. He excitedly ******** off my boots, Levis and panties. Joey was a full foot taller than me & outweighed me by 100 lbs. and I was no match for him. We had indulged in a lot of making out and steamed up his truck a few times, but had never had sex. In fact, I was still a virgin. Joey pushed me down on all fours onto the straw in a stall and greased me with a dollop of the udder balm his dad used on the cows. Trembling with fear and anticipation. I heard him unzip his jeans as he tried to reassure me that it wouldn't hurt a bit. He knelt behind me & grabbed my hips, plunging his **** in and out of me as I gasped and whimpered. Spent, Joey rolled over into the straw next to me and took me into his arms. "How did you like being bred, baby?"
In the corner of the barn, there was a portable commercial goat milker. Joey pulled it into the stall, and flipped it on. We layed there in the dim light, smoking and.listening to the milker hum. What happened next would change my life forever. Joey suddenly opened my blouse and roughly pushed my bra up. He took a milking tube and placed it over my nipple. We both watched in amazement as my nipple was drawn deep into the tube and elongated. The suction was incredible and I moaned in pleasure. Joey quickly placed another tube over my other breast and watched me in delight as I writhed and bucked, coming over and over again.
I would meet Joey every night in that barn for the rest of the winter. He'd take me from behind in the stall and then use the goat milker on my growing boobs.. We started to talking about how hot it would be to bring my milk in. At night, we'd use the machine. In the morning, Joey would pick me up early and we'd park on the bluff overlooking our high school. He'd lay in my lap and suckle me for 15-20 minutes on each side before our first class.
One evening in early April, we were getting high, screwing and watching the milker suck my nipples when suddenly the tube filled with the first droplets of moisture. After weeks of trying, my sweet milk had finally come in. Joey was ecstatic. He began nursing in earnest. We added an after-school suckling session which meant I was being milked three times a day--twice by mouth and once by machine.
On our graduation day that May, Joey looked at me across the packed gym, grinned and pursed his lip as if he was sucking me. I blushed and under my blue graduation gown, I let down and I could feel Joey's milk soaking my lambs' wool nursing pads.