Milk Maid Mini On Demand Ch. 03

I was hoping to get this chapter out sooner, life got in the way. Thank you for waiting! Sex is a little light in this chapter, but I promise to have a sex heavy chapter 4! Please enjoy and leave a comment!

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Betsy was surprisingly good at her chores, even if it did take some convincing to get her started. We eventually compromised that she would wear something around the house so I could have the blinds open. And she got to choose what it was, one of my old t-shirts out of my dirty hamper. However, her tail held the back of the shirt up, exposing her pillowy, freckled ass to the world. With minimal instruction she got to work cleaning up her 'spill' in the laundry room, stripping the bed and running the laundry machine, and generally getting the house in order. She worked humming a tune and asking for kisses whenever she walked by.

I sat down with the bag she brought with her. It was a fairly cheap pink duffel, I plopped down on the couch and unzipped it.

She peaked around the corner, "can like, I take a break, Puddin'? Like... while I wait on the laundry?"

"Sure, Betsy baby, come sit..." what I meant was to come sit beside me, but of course she planted her bare ass in my lap, making sure to really wiggle it into place, she looked up and back at me, same goofy smile as always.

Reaching into the bag I pulled out a crumpled mess of pink, stretchy feeling fabric, unrolling it and holding it in front of me. It was a nighty, it looked pretty small for Betsy's... intense curves.

She looked at it a moment and shrugged, "I like, don't really like that anymore..." she pointed to herself, or rather my shirt she was wearing, "I think, like, I like this more..."

"Well, Betsy baby... I told you that you had to wear something around the house and look!" I turned it around, there was a small cutout in the back for her tail, "this has a cutout for your tail... so that big beautiful booty won't be out anymore!"

She looked up at me, her face screwed up into a pout, "I thought you liked my booty, Puddin?"

I patted her juicy thigh, savoring the recoil of it, "I do love it little cow, but it's mine, you can't go on showing it off, plus it's a little inappropriate around the kiddos..."

Her face relaxed and she looked away, thinking. Her eyes snapped back and she was back to smiling, "I guess, like, that makes sense! Can I, like, try it on then?"

"Sure sweetie," I helped her off my lap. She held her arms up and I pulled her (my) shirt over her head, her breasts bouncing as the bottom cuff passed them.

She squeezed her breasts together between her biceps, dribbles of milk appearing from her puffy pink teats, "my udders are like..." she heaved her breasts up with her hands, pinching her teats between her fingers, trickles of milk cascading down her chest and onto her belly, "are like, gettin' kinda full Puddin, can ya, like, milk me again?"

I leaned forward and hefted one of her full, much firmer, tits in each hands, "they do seem pretty full, my little cow, let's get done what we need to do and I'll get you taken care of, baby." I handed her the nighty.

"Oh kay!" She took it in her hands and looked up at me cocking her head, "Kiss?"

I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her lips and another on her forehead, between her cute calf horns. She pulled the nighty over her head, and struggled to get it over her heaving tits. The outline of her puffy nips were clearly visible through the chest, the edges of her puffy areola poking out over the top. It was tight on her little belly too.

She turned, exclaiming, "tail!" I grabbed her tail, eliciting a little peep from her as I fed it through the slot. She giggled, "I like, kinda like when you, like, grab my tail Puddin..."

I lightly swatted her ass, eliciting another peep from her. Even the light slaps sent her soft ass rippling like jello. "What about that, little cow?" I asked as I finished pulling her nighty down as best I could

She looked back, arching her back to me, "mmm I like that too Puddin... my pussy is still, like, pretty sore, but maybe you could try my bootyhole? I, like, bet that would, like, feel reeeaaaally good too..." she looked back at me, her face growing flushed.

I felt my heart thrum, sending blood to my still sore cock, "maybe later little cow... step up and let me see how this fits"

She stepped forward and did a little twirl, the pink, satiny fabric strained across her belly, struggling, and failing, to contain her broad hips. The leg slit was more of a wide crevace, too small to contain her plump thighs. As she twirled, I could tell the fabric was straining enough to be see through across her phat ass. It was short too, even with her standing straight I could see the crease where plump thighs met even plumper ass. Still, with the tail slot it was more coverage than before.

As she spun back around to face me, she looked unsure, "like... I don't like this very much... I don't like, like, tight clothes..." her tits we're smooshed together, creating a canyon of cleavage, smooshing them enough to create little wet spots of milk.

I sighed, "fine baby, let's get you out of this..." I took hold of the bottom hem and she smirked and put her arms up.

She stood there naked, twisting at her ankles bashfully, "sooo... Can you, like, milk me now, Puddin?"

"Yes, little cow, go get a towel from the laundry room." She squealed excitedly and trotted off back to the laundry room. I watched her big, soft ass bounce all the way down the hall. Once she was out of view, I rummaged through the duffel. There was barely anything in it, but I grabbed what I thought I was looking for. It was a separate drawstring bag, the cheap, plasticy kind. Inside was a breast pump, the cups a little oversized for most human breasts and the reservoir was significantly larger. Despite the cheap bag, it seemed pretty high quality.

Betsy came back around the corner, humming her little tune. She climbed up onto the couch beside me, sitting criss cross, and laying the towel across her lap, "ooh! Like, what's that, Puddin?"

I pulled the safety tab out of the battery and flipped it on, the pump started, surprisingly quiet. "It's a pump baby, it should make this milking kinda faster..."

Betsy looked a little unsure, "hmm, I like, kinda like, liked when you used your hands Puddin, it felt reeeaaally good" she giggled. I had flashbacks to her first, milking induced, lap soaking, quivering orgasm.

I brought the breast cup to one of her teats, it quickly latched itself on, milk spattering across the inside and traveling down the tube to the reservoir, eliciting a little peep from Betsy's plump lips, "let's just try this baby, if you don't like it we can do it by hand, ok?"

She rolled her eyes, more sass coming out her personality, "like, fine Puddin... buuuutt, you have to give me a kiss, like a really big kiss..." she smirked.

I smiled, letting the other cup suction to her heaving tit. I leaned in and planted my lips on her, she brought her little hand up and took a fist full of my hair, holding me in place as her lips parted and her tongue lashed against my lips. I eventually let her in, allowing her tongue to lap at my teeth and wrestle against mine. I could feel her squirming against me, pushing her hips forward. I probably should have had her sit on the towel instead. Not wanting to make a mess on my couch, I pulled away, her face already screwed into a pout by the time I opened my eyes.

"Let's calm down baby, watch some TV,"

"TV? Ok! They like, didn't usually let us watch TV..."

I turned it on and handed her the remote, showing her how to flip through the channels. She quickly settled on reruns of Real Housewives. She handed the remote back to me and went back to humming. She leaned back and let her legs hang off the edge of the couch, kicking her feet while the pump milked her dry.

I went back to the duffel, pulling out the last two things, a small wrapped box, with my name on it, and a little FAQ book.

I was most curious about the gift, I tore off the paper. There was a little sticky note covering a prescription-medicine-like box.

thought you might need this, judging from the 'misbehavior' of this batch of milk maid minis. You can send her back, but they don't do refunds

I could feel my eyebrows raise on their own, my thoughts interrupted by Betsy, "hand please, Puddin!" She reached for my hand, pulling it into her lap, holding one finger in each hand.

As she went back to her TV, I took a good look at the box

Bull Balls

Originally intended for use on bovine breeding studs, The Hybrid Dairy Co is excited to announce Bull Balls for human use!

Intended use: a topical treatment applied over a five (5) day period, intended to permanently increase sexual stamina and significantly decrease recovery time between ejaculations. This is a five (5) day supply.

Secondary effects: minor-moderate increase of ejaculate quantity and minor increases to base arousal level.

Possible side effects: moderate enlargement of the testes, major-extreme increase of ejaculate quantity, minor-moderate increases in the viscosity of ejaculate, Moderate increase in quantity of pre-sex fluids.

Through extensive testing, all effects are considered to be permanent.

This product has been tested but is NOT APPROVED by the FDA. Use at your own risk. The Hybrid Dairy Co is not responsible for any injuries due to use, or misuse, of this experimental product.

Well, I was definitely planning on keeping her... and fucking her mischievousness out of her was so far the best way to get her to behave... so maybe I should at least try this stuff. I looked down at her, her happy little face, huge tits spewing milk into the pump. I leaned down and planted a kiss on top of her head. She looked up at me, her face a little flushed and a big goofy smile, then she snuggled up against my arm, her small arm wrapping behind mine, her face nuzzling against me. Well... I guess I can start it tonight.

I flipped through the FAQ book, a small pamphlet:

Frequently Asked Questions:

- What does my milk maid eat?

- For the most part Milk Maids eat the same things as humans! All though they seem to really enjoy fruits and dairy products and generally are vegetarian. Though our brand new Mini Models have shown to have a sweeter palette. It is always best to ask them though, they are more than capable of explaining!

- How many times should I milk my Milk Maid a day?

- That will vary from Milk Maid to Milk Maid, generally we suggest twice a day. However they will be able to communicate their needs to you, and, with some instruction, they will be able to milk themselves

- What is over supply and what should I do with it?

- Over supply is excess milk, it is necessary to always completely milk your Milk Maid. In some situations this may be too much milk for one household to consume. No worries! Milk Maid milk will store in the fridge just like milk from a grocery store, you can also freeze it for up to three months. If you are consistently dealing with over supply, consider signing up for our milk pickup service at no charge to you. Pickups can be scheduled on our website.

- Are Milk Maids good for families?

- Milk Maids make great family aids! Not only do they supply a steady supply of fresh and delicious milk, but they are trained to take care of most household chores, making great housekeepers!

- What should I do if my Milk Maid misbehaves?

- Less than 1% of all Milk Maids and other Hybrid Dairy Co products have any serious behavioral problems. However, it is always best to talk to them should they preform a task in an unsatisfactory manner. Independent studies have shown that Mini Models are more likely to misbehave, however Hybrid Dairy Co takes no responsibility for the behavior of individual Milk Maids, or Mini Milk Maid Minis

- How should I best take care of my Milk Maid?

- Milk Maids don't need much extra than any other guest in your house, a comfortable, private space to rest and pump milk, bathroom access, and plenty of food and drink. They are happy to tell you what they need, however sometimes you may need to ask. Happier cows make healthier, tastier milk! Some customers have reported Mini models may require more care.

- Is there somewhere I can buy products specifically for my Milk Maid?

- Yes! In many major cities Hybrid Dairy Co has opened outlets to provide many Milk Maid, and now Milk Maid Mini, specific products. From milkers and milk storage, to clothing and accessories, find it at your local Hybrid Dairy Co Milk Maid Supply Outlet!

Somewhat helpful... probably best to make a store run, I remember seeing one of those outlets being built while at another worksite.

I patted my little cow's juicy thigh, "Betsy baby, I'm going to run to the store in a little bit... anything you want me to get?"

Her head shot up from my arm, "can I, like, come too, Puddin?"

I ruffled her messy hair with my other hand, "you don't have any clean clothes, baby... so maybe next time."

She looked down at her thicc self, "oh!" She giggles, "can you like, get some clothes for me then?" She looked up at me with puppy eyes, well, I guess cow eyes.

"Yes, little cow I'll g..."

"Just a little bit! I, like, wanna go shopping, aaaaalllll the other girls who, like, came back, like, said shopping was like, sooooo fun!" She excitedly tugged at my arm as she talked.

My wallet was a little concerned, "I'll just get a few things, little cow, what colors do you like?"

She pursed her lips, looking away in thought, "ooh! PINK!"

"I should've gue..."

"Oh! And maybe, like, a nice green!" She pointed to her eyes, "like my eyes!"

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The outlet wasn't too far, the 'mini' clothing section was quite small. I also wasn't a fan of the knowing look the worker gave me when I asked where it was. The sizing for milk maid mini's was pretty much different levels of width, a more appropriate way to say thiccness. I was really hoping that the two maid dresses I got for Betsy would fit well, not sure what I was going to do in two days when the kids got home if I didn't have well fit clothes for her. I also stopped at the local Malmart on the way back, getting a bunch of things for my lil cowgirl.

The sun was low in the sky when I got back. I gathered up the bags and headed up the front stoop. Betsy knocked at the window beside the door, excitedly waving at me, and thankfully back in my old tee shirt.

She ran to the door and threw it open, "Haaaaay Puddin! I missed yoooou!"

I nudged the door shut with my foot, hauling the bags down the hall, "I missed you too, little cow, lemme show you what I got for you!" I surrounded myself with the bags, sitting back down on the couch. "Alright lit..." she pounced on me, knocking me against the arm of the couch. She pinned herself against me, roughly grinding herself against my belly, her face mashed against mine, arms wrapped around my neck, with her tongue already in my mouth.

Blood rocketed toward my still sore cock. I kissed her back, savoring her little moans as I slid my hands up her shirt to caress and squeeze all over her soft body. I gripped the base of her tail, eliciting a whimpering, kiss breaking moan from her lips.

"That was very naughty, little cow," I said, lightly feigning anger.

She giggled, pushing her tiny little horns against my forehead, her big green eyes peering into mine, "I'm like, soooo sorry, Puddin... are you gonna, like, spank me?"

"Maybe I should, little cow," still gripping her tail, I gave her ass a light swat with my other hand, forcing a moan from her lips. She arched her back, ass high in the air.

I spanked her again, this time grabbing a handful of freckled white booty meat. "Gonna be a good girl now, Betsy baby?"

She was giddy, I watched her eyes dart to my lips and then met my eyes again, "like, what do I get if I'm a good girl, Puddin?"

I loosened my grip on her tail, sliding my hand down to caress her other booty cheek, "maybe I'll give that sore little pussy some kisses, how's that sound?"

She bit her lip and nodded, giving me another long, breathy kiss, before pushing herself off of me. She settled back in on the couch, her face still flushed pink, and pulled her shirt back down, "like, what'd ya get me Puddin?!"

"Well... first, how about some pizza for dinner, baby? Do you like pizza?" I sat back up on the couch, pulling out my phone.

"Like, what's that?" She said, leaning into me again, hands planted on my thigh.

I stroked her hair, looking down into her eyes, "you'll like it baby, I promise."

She giggled, "ooooook, Puddin! Now like, what'd ya get me?" She wiggled her soft rump.

I pulled out one item after another: her girly scented soaps, lotions, a hair brush, and some food I thought she would like: strawberries, a few other fruits, cheeses, cheese snacks, some yogurt, of course some pudding cups, and a few things to tie it all together. From Malmart I also got some pink bed sheets for the guest room, and a big waterproof 'pet blanket' for my bed. Betsy had also asked for a kitchen apron and some rubber dish gloves for the kitchen, which she seemed happy about. Then from the outlet: some milk jugs, a simple cell (which I promised I would show her how to use later), and then her new dresses. Aside from being fit for someone with her 'stacked' proportions, the milk maid dresses had a nifty little tail slot, milk pads in the chest, and an open, behind-the-neck-tied design that would be easy to pull down for milkings. The first one was pink with light blue flowers all over, and the other green with pink flowers.

She squealed excitedly, "I loooooove it Puddin!" She did a happy little twirl in her pink and blue dress. Thankfully it fit, though it was still a bit tight on the hips, but thankfully went down just past her knees. And the cleavage was quite generous, but appropriate I guess.

"I'm glad you like it baby, they had lots more, we can go again and you can pick some more stuff out."

She planted her hands on my knees, leaning into my face, her face flushed and smirking, "kiss?"

I leaned forward and kissed her, deeply. She moaned a bit, leaning into me. Her lips softly pressed against mine, her tongue lashing against my lips. She leaned into me more, trying to climb into my lap.

Just then the door bell rang, "sorry baby, I gotta get the door..." She wore a disappointed expression, rolling her eyes. Crossed arms and weight shifted to one foot, serious sass. I shook it off and got the pizza.

"Alright little cow, I think you're gonna love this!... Why are your clothes off?"

She turned to me, pouty faced again, arms crossed under her head sized tits, "Puddin! Like, I told you I didn't like clothes!" She stamped her foot. Her face softened and blushed after her outburst. "Plus, like uummm" her body language softened bashfully too, "I like, like didn't want my new dress to get, like dirty... Or like, whatever"

I cocked my eyebrow, a little surprised, "well then, let's compromise, you can wear your pajama shirt, that's nice and loose and close to being naked, right baby?"

She thought for a beat, "buuuuut, like what if I get that dirty?" She was bashful now, shooting me puppy eyes.

I stepped past her, patting her head, "I'm sure I have plenty more stinky shirts upstairs, put it on, Betsy, so we can eat." I sat down on the couch.

"Like, fine..." she huffed as she pulled the shirt over her head and sat next to me. I handed her a slice which she eagerly took a bite of. Immediately getting sauce on her shirt, guess she was right.

"Like... Oh my milk, Puddin... thish ish like, sho gooood" she spoke with her mouth full, eagerly finishing her first slice and starting on a second before I was half done with my first.

Finishing up her forth slice I mentioned to her, "hey little cow, save room for dessert," I slid the other box to her.

"Like, what's pizza dessert?" She had quite a few sauce stains on her shirt already.

I was a little confused by the question, "it's just some cinnamon twists, baby, try them"

She inquisitively opened the box and took a tentative bite. Her eyes widened and she quickly finished the first, starting on a second. Then she discovered the dipping sauce and before I knew it, Betsy had downed the whole box and was licking the sauce cup clean.

Betsy slumped down on the couch, pulling her shirt up over her full belly. She let out a belch, giggling after, "Puddin? TV?"

We flicked on the TV and I finished eating. Wrapping my arm around her she snuggled up to me.

After about her third yawn I flicked the TV off, "let's get your room set up before you fall asleep, little cow, and a new shirt"

She looked up at me, already pouting, "like, I wanna, like... sleep in your bed, Puddin,"

I patted her head, "cmon baby, let's get your bed set up, I think you'll like it"

Her eyebrows furrowed and she rolled her eyes, "Like, fine." She grunted.

I brought some of her things, she followed behind me, stomping up the steps. I tossed the pet blanket on my bed before getting started on hers. She stood in the door way, lip pouted and arms crossed as I made up the bed with the new, pretty pink sheets.

I smoothed out the sheets and sat on the edge, "how do you like it, little cow?"

Her face softened, a hint of a smile as she sauntered up to me, sliding between my knees and looking up at me. "I like, like it Puddin', buuuuuut, like... can I like just sleep with you, like in your bed... it's like, sooooo comfy." She looked up at me, big puppy (or cow) eyes gleaming. She stuck her lip out, pleading, "pleeeeeease?"

I sighed, how could I say no? "Fine baby, but this last time." I had a feeling it wasn't going to be the last time.

She nearly tackled me, squeezing me into a quick hug before darting out the door to my room across the hall. I watched her big ass bounce out the door, shaking my head as I got up to follow her.

I found her nightshirt in the door way, she laid on her side, waiting for me, her tail flicked through the air behind her, her smirk irresistible. Betsy's plump, curvy body drew me in, I stripped my clothes and climbed into bed, pulling her into me. She squeaked and giggled as I rubbed and squeezed her all over. She nuzzled and kissed all over my chest, slowly working her way up to my neck. Her kisses turned from gentle pecks, to long tonguing kisses, to hicky producing sucking. I felt her little hands rub up and down my belly, eventually finding my cock, she gently ran her fingers up and down it. She craned to kiss my chin, pulling her head back unexpectedly. I shrunk down, pressing my lips against hers. She moaned, embracing me, holding me tight against her. Our tongues lashed as she threw her leg over my side, pushing her goin against mine, I could feel her wet pussy gliding against the bottom of my cock. She moaned louder, grunting and grabbing my hair, her thrusts becoming fervent. She pushed herself back and grabbed my cock, aiming it right toward her pussy hole. She grunted as I made contact, hissing and making a pained moan as my cock stretched her opening.

"Puddin?" She sounded like she may cry, "I'm like, still, like, so sore, but like, I need it..."

I pulled my hips back, stroking her hair, "it's ok baby, maybe we can think of something else..."

She sniffled, "is like, your cock still sore? Maybe like you could, like stick it in my bootyhole... Like, that could be fun..."

"Well baby, remember, I promised to give you pussy kisses?"

"But like, what about for you..." she whined.

"Maybe you can give me penis kisses after, baby..."

A smile grew across her face, she squealed, "like, oh my milk, Puddin that's like, an awesome idea, you're like, so smart!" She punctuated herself by mashing her lips against mine.

I kissed her back, gently pushing her onto her back. She moaned breathily as I gently kissed my way down her impossibly voluptuous body, kissing around her teats and down her plump tummy. I lifted her legs, resting them on my shoulders as I got myself into position. One last look at her before diving into what I already knew was going to be a very moist situation. She was blushing, smiling like a goofball, idly squeezing on her tits with her little hands.

My head forced her phat thighs apart, she grabbed her knees, pulling them up to her chest in another display of shocking flexibility. Her sopping snatch opened up to me, flushed red, grool glistened, and hungry for my tongue. I kissed around her opening, eliciting breathy oohs and ahhs from her. I used the tip of my tongue to trace lazy figure eights around and between her hole and gum-ball sized clit. Betsy was arching her back, rhythmically pushing into me and pulling away.

Betsy ran her fingers through my hair, "oh Puddin, oh PUDDIN, OH Puddin!" I flattened my tongue and took a firm, slow lick up her entire snatch. She gripped my hair, moaning loudly, arching her wide pelvis into my face. Betsy's legs closed around my head, her plump thighs enveloping my ears. I could only imagine the moans and groans emanating from those plump, drooling lips. I kept lapping at her, eventually pointing my tongue and using it flick at her clit. I could tell from the growing, quivering pressure of her thighs around my head that she wasn't far now. My mind consumed by her pleasantly musky taste and scent, I wanted nothing more than to drink her soon to be squirting juices. I kept flicking with my tongue until suddenly she arched herself off the bed, jamming her mons against my head, squirt erupted from her, splashing against my jaw, ricocheting across my entire face and chest. I shifted my head, opening my mouth to let her shoot girl cum right into my waiting mouth. After what felt like a lifetime of nearly downing in pussy juices and head crushing thighs, she went limp, her legs relaxing at either side of my head. She was heaving, shuttering, trying to catch her breath.

I climbed up beside her, putting my arms around her. She weakly held me in return.

I stoked her head, "you ok, little cow?"

Her eyes still closed, heaving for breath, she nodded. She turned to me slightly, gently kissing me. She lapped at my lips, slowly moving to my chin and cheeks, lapping up her own juices. Betsy picked up the pace, now pushing her head into me, horns against my forehead. Her small hands found my chest, pushing me, scratching at my chest. When I wouldn't budge, she pushed harder, eventually shoving me onto my back in a lust drunk haze. Still to my side, she turned, got her knees under her, and began kissing down my body, leaving another hicky on my chest. Betsy then kissed down my belly, her hands rubbing on my thigh.

She made her way down, gripping my cock and slowly pulling it down and up, just like I showed her. She kissed my pelvis, teasing me just like I had her. Betsy made her way down and around with her kisses eventually sticking her nose into my sack and taking a deep inhale, letting a satisfied mmmmm escape her lips. She planted a kiss on each testie, eliciting a moan from me. She lapped and sucked at my nuts, all the while slowly stroking my shaft, her tiny hand not making it more than halfway around. She waggled her tongue up the bottom of my shaft, kissing the covered head of my cock. She pulled my foreskin back, locking eyes with me she kissed the head of my cock with her drooling plump, pink lips. Betsy worked her way back down the side of my cock, using her plump lips and little tongue to coat my cock in her spit, kissing my pelvis again when she finally made it down.

She stuck her nose into my sack again, another deep whiff of my musk, "Milk, Puddin' you smell, like, soooo good" she whispered, a lust drunk tone to her voice.

She smirked at me as she licked up my shaft. Using both hands now she slow stroked me and sucked the tip into her plump lips, suckling and tongue lashing. She opened wide, tilting her head down, sliding her lips down my length. The sudden sensation forced a moan out of me, my hand reflexively reaching out to grab something, settling on a hand full of phat, freckled cow ass. I quickly felt the back of her throat, she pushed harder, her throat like a wet vice as she pushed me deeper. About three quarters of the way down, she stopped, paused, and slooooowly made her way back up until just the tip remained, she sucked the tip, eventually releasing it with a wet pop.

"Can you like, grab my tail puddin'?" She asked, with a deep blush on her face.

I smirked, "sure baby, as long as you get my cock back in your mouth."

She giggled, "like, be patient, Puddin'!" She reached for my other hand, which I helped her with, "and... like... put this right..." she guided my hand to the top of her head, "here."

I smirked, urging her head toward my cock. She opened wide, suckling my cock as I pushed her down it, stretching her throat until she pushed back at me, letting her back up. Slow and steady she and I worked her up and down my fat cock. I already could feel my balls tightening.

"Betsy baby, I'm getting close... I'm gonna cum..." I half moaned half whispered. She reached up and shoved my hand off her head, picking up the pace, throating more of my cock now. One of her little hands massaging my sack as she worked my dick with her throat. My dick began to shoot, I was shout-moaning at this point, death gripping the sheets. Once the first taste of nut hit her tongue she forced her head down on my dick, mashing her nose against my pelvis. She bobbed her head slightly, as my orgasm died off. Orgasm done, but she kept sucking, leaving more and more of my cock out of her mouth each time. I melted into the bed as she kept sucking my spent dick, finally releasing me, my half hard cock laying against my belly.

She kissed and licked all over my sack, "mmmm... like, thank you for the cum Puddin'..." She murmured. Betsy crawled up, snuggling up to my side, her head on my shoulder and her leg over my hip. Finding my strength again, I lightly gripped onto a booty cheek.

I was so spent, I was a little worried I wouldn't be recovered by the morning, and I'm sure the needy little cow girl snuggled up to me would be waking up hot, wet, and ready.

My mind jumped to the Bull Balls treatment down stairs.

"Betsy baby, I'm going to go downstairs and get some water, do you want anything?"

She yawned, patting my chest, "like, can you get me some milk... like," she yawned again, "like, cold milk... like from the refridgidator?"

I patted her booty, "sure my little cow... you can just say fridge, baby"

She yawned again as I got up, "o'kay... fridge... fridge, fridge, fridge..." she giggled.

She was fast asleep when I got back, laying on her side facing the door, snoring ever so softly. Thankfully I got two glasses of water and a cold glass of milk. I downed her milk, delicious Betsy milk, and set the water out for her, taking the package into the bathroom. I took a breath, looking at myself in the mirror, I turned the little tube of lotion over in my hand. It was settled, if Betsy was going to stick around, I need the Bull Balls. I squeezed out what seemed like 1/5 of the tube and applied it all over my sack, making sure to rub it all in good. It immediately felt hot, but not unpleasant in the slightest.

I pulled the covers over both of us, quickly drifting off to sleep.

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