Milking The Cow

Disclaimer : I own this story and the character in it.

Warnings : Pointless smut? Lesbianism/Yuri, masturbation, my first attempt with anything ’sides slash so be gentle. O_o *sweat drops*

By Reppa

Stepping inside, Miranda tosses the ring of keys she had in hand onto the tabletop, generating a considerable amount of noise as they clattered on the cherry wood surface. Her flaming red locks swished from side to side as she sauntered across the kitchen, taking an inventory of what she needed to get in order to properly stock the fridge and pantry of her small home. The young woman’s green eyes roamed through the pantry first, in need of small things such as tea bags and sugar as well as some essentials, to her, such as canned soups, cereals, and crackers. With a soft sigh, she closed the wooden door and turned her sights to the fridge and peered in. A few fruits she needed to get, some vegetables, meats…she seemed out of milk. Miranda straightened up, milk? Well, that would be simple to get. Her lips then curved into a smirk, not to mention some fun as well.

“Oh Marina…” She called softly, slamming the appliance door shut and making her way out of the kitchen, pausing in the living room before heading up the stairs towards the upper floor. Her suede boots stomped noisily as she went, full breast bouncing just a bit as she moved with a purpose. The red head walked down the hall, towards her fellow occupant’s room to open the door just slightly, peeking in for a moment.

Half sprawled on the bed was Marina, her bovine tail swishing back and forth swiftly from over the side. The girl was partially bovine, the ears and small horns protruding from her head, skin pale and speckled with an assortment of large black splotches. Two rows of three pink nipples were lined down her stomach and she was practically nude save the undone sea blue underwear hanging from her ankle and the matching bra pulled down, pushing her ample breast out.

To Miranda’s amusement, she watched as the girl fingered herself with a chorus of soft moans, legs spread apart as she moved her fingers about. The pale girl’s sky blue eyes were half lidded and her face a mask of pleasure with one hand slick with the drippings of her pelvis and the other massaging and groping her own breast, pinching the nipple with an even louder moan. The red head spying in continued to smirk, getting on all four and quietly crawling in, hoping she wasn’t taken notice of. Marina was too busy in her self-ministrations to notice her mistress’ entrance as the taller woman crawled to the foot of the bed, just before her hips and spread legs.

As she sat, waiting for the other girl to remove her hand, Miranda licked her lips quietly. She had only come up for milk, but she was pleasantly surprised to see her pet had gotten started without her. Either had had seen what was coming, or she was just being selfish and having all the fun by herself. If it were the latter, shhavehave to get a spanking for it later. Her green eyes lit up expectantly as Marina soon moved her hand away, body moving slightly as she panted. But she had little time to recover as Miranda dove for the kill, tongue sliding between her lower lips to explore and lick up juices already there. The spotted girl gave a startled yelp before it turned into a groan at the demanding attack from the other’s tongue.

Miranda’s tongue ran up over her wetted lips, feeling the girl shiver before her, the tip of her pink tongue tracing the folds of her opening before she drove it in again forcefully, making Marina buck as the wet tongue pressed her clit and rolled against it. As she worked, the bovine girl’s hips continued to jerk and she moan and whimpered before Miranda leaned back and started to climb onto the bed over her once she was done and had drank up the smaller girl‘s juices. The red head hovered over her now, nose a few inches from hers, “We’re out of milk. You do know that, right?”

“Ah…” Marina moaned, squirming a bit before giving her a hazy look. She wasn’t the most intelligent thing in the world as she stared up at her mistress, “We are…?”

So it seemed it was the latter and Miranda huffed, a hand moving down to pinch one of the other girl’s nipple harshly, getting a yelp from her. “Yes, we are you mean little thing. Were you going to have this fun without your old girl?” The red head gave her a considerably hurt looked, fingers pinching the hardened nub of flesh and pulled slightly, eliciting a moan from Marina, “How are you to make this up to me now?”

“By-Oh!” Marina’s back arched, both of her breasts’ nipples being toyed with, “I…forgot!”

A sweat drop could be seen on the back of Miranda’s head at how fast she forgot her response. The red head grunted, moving back, hands rubbing her pet’s breast in slow circles and taking the first nipple she had started torturing into her mouth to suckle roughly. She ignored the moans and squirms of the other as her tongue raked against the areola and she bit at the sensitive flesh causing Marina to gasp sharply. Then the taller girl moved to suck at the second nipple, repeating the movements she had done before but slightly ruthlessly.

As her mouth kept busy, her hands were rubbing up and down her abdomen, palms running along the two rows of hardening nipples down her stomach. These were highly sensitive, Marina’s breath hitching as she bucked against her mistress. Miranda took her time, rubbing each nipple between her thumb and finger while she pressed her knee against the other’s crotch and added hard pressure against her nether region.

“You can make it up by giving me some more milk and letting me have a bout of fun.” Miranda noted to her panting girlfriend as she removed her own clothing, sitting over her bovine pet gloriously nude once the clothes were removed and tossed carelessly to the side. As she eyed the taller woman’s large breasts once they were freed, Marina hung her tongue out, wanting to feel and lick the mounds but she wasn’t allowed to. And she was denied Miranda’s lips behind the curls of fire red below the woman’s hips. “Get up on you hands and knees, maybe I’ll give you a treat if you do as I say…”

Marina did as she was told, on all fours doggy style on the floor, knees spread up apart as she glanced back to watch her. The red head smirked, delving into the box she had stashed under the bed and withdrew what she had intended to use. It as a double sided strap on dildo, Miranda smirked to herself as she started strapping it on, licking her lips as she pushed the first side into her pussy and moaned lowly, taking a moment to move it in and out of her cunt. She groaned, paying no mind to the large blue eyes watching her as she grew wet before pressing it back in fully and finishing the adjustments. With slightly flushed cheeks, she moved the container she always used below the other girl’s abdomen.

Looking ahead as Miranda got into position behind her, Marina took a breath as she waited. Suddenly, the red head behind her rammed the other side of the dildo she had strapped on into the waiting girl, catching her off guard and causing her to cry out at the forceful intrusion. But her slightly pained moans soon melted into pants of pleasure as Miranda thrust the cock in and out of her pussy. The intensity of her moans increased as her mistress’ one hand pinched and started to milk the first of her six nipples along her stomach, a creamy milk dripping into the container under her.

Miranda groaned, continuing to thrust, the other side of the dildo between her thighs moving against the walls of her cunt as she rammed into Marina, milk wetting over her fingers. She moved on to a second nipple, pinching and pulling a little harder, causing her pet to cry out before she continued on to the third afterwards. She went on from nipple to nipple as she continued fucking the bovine girl before she came to orgasm, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs in small rivulets. Shortly after Miranda had felt rele, Ma, Marina felt her own, coming with a soft cry of pleasure.

As she pulled out from Marina, the red head sighed, smirking still while she removed the wet toy from her hips. Miranda threw it aside as she watched her girlfriend curl up next to the container and start to doze off despite what a mess she was, the taller girl rolled her eyes with a light chuckle at her. Cute, but ditzy. She always slept when they were done having their fun. Shrugging, she picked up the container and took a look at the substantial amount of milk she had collect. Giving a soft laugh, she got to her feet, not bothering with dressing back up as she lazily and tiredly padded from the room, smiling, “This is only going to last until tomorrow afternoon…”

The end.