Milk Money Ch. 05 - BUILDONG THE HERD

Everything moved smoothly for the next month or so. We had a growing number of women who just made their deposits without issue. Most of them fell in two categories; most were businesswomen, the others were housewives that needed a little excitement in their lives. (And the money didn't hurt, either.)

The businesswomen mostly weren't in if for the money. They just needed a little personal touch. They needed someone to put their hands on them tenderly and satisfy life's most basic urges in shielded privacy.

The housewives were married, most had children, and were happy with their lives, but the pressures of life had made their relationship with their spouse a little stale. Coming to the farm on a semi-regular basis gave them something to look forward to. The husbands didn't mind because they were bringing money into the household, and the husband had never actually seen what happened to them at the farm. If they ever caught a glimpse of what their wives participated in, most would not be happy. I liked the husbands who didn't care any longer, as long as their wives left them alone. Those are the safe wives, and they came more often.

One day Ty called me. "Tim, you mind if I come by to talk to you?"

"Of course I don't mind. Why'd you even ask?"

"I'll be right there."

That was strange. I could tell something was wrong, and it didn't take long to find out. Ty came in and sat down in our living room.

He had his head in his hands. "What's wrong, Ty? Tell me."

"I have cancer."

That was the last thing I expected to hear from him. Since he wasn't married, and had no kids, I guess we are as close to family as anyone else he knows.

I waited for a couple of minutes for him to compose his thoughts before I continued. "How bad, and can they treat it?"

He shrugged. "They say I've got a good chance of beating it, but who knows."

"You know we'll be there for you. If there's anything you need, we're there, and I mean anything."

I knew I should have been more careful but the look on his face made that impossible. When he spoke again, my first impression proved to be true.

Ty looked up with a pained look on his face. "Tim, you and Mary have turned a disaster with Kelly into something positive for many women. I know you will help many more. I also know that you privately give ten percent of your milk to hospitals free of charge to assist mothers with newborn babies that are having difficulty starting lactating. That might make all the difference in a woman being able to breastfeed her baby, and the need to go to formulas right away."

Damn, who told him. "We give it to the La Leche League and let them distribute it as needed." I answered my own question. Anne.

"You can guess my problem. They tell me this is going to be a long and strenuous battle to survive. I know I won't be able to run my business."

That was it. He wants me to run his business while he gets treatment.

"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I want you to run my business for a while. Unfortunately, that won't work. Do you remember Wanda?" How could I not. She was beautiful, only in her early thirties and full of life and vinegar. I nodded. "Well, we have started seeing each other and we both think we want to make a life together."

"Congratulations, Ty, that is wonderful."

"The hard part, if I survive, we want to enjoy life together for as long as possible. She wants to travel, and I'm up for it. The business will always be a burden to us." He stopped and looked me in the eye. "I'm asking you to take over my business. I have plenty of money and will help in whatever ways I can, but I can't do this any longer. Wanda knows better than anyone what goes on in those rooms, and she doesn't want to be reminded, or have it in her life any longer. I can't blame her."

DAMN. Even though I can't blame either one of them for feeling this way, what would I do with more employees and more customers? And what about the four? This is a mess.

"I'll have to think about this and talk to Mary."

"Of course, and I know your first thought would be the four. One is in her mid-forties, and the rest are almost forty. We both know that when they reach menopause, there isn't a drug that will make them continue producing milk. By fifty, none of them will be able to pay for their upkeep. They could then live twenty years or more as wards of your generosity. I do have a plan. Please hear me out."

I was sure he did because he knew how big a sell this would have to be.

"Here's what I'm thinking. All four have a large amount of money saved. None of their families are aware of it, and all four families have written them out of their lives. All four had to sign the power of attorney with me and a will that left whatever money wasn't used for them to be given the farm. I can sign all that over to you. Secondly, you will need to expand to handle the increased workload, and I am concerned about my employees. How about you design and build a new and larger barn next to your old small one. I've made enough money, and I will pay for the construction. In return, I hope you will take my employees here when I shut down. Without me in the business, your business will at least double. You will need them anyway. Your thoughts?"

"I will need to talk to Mary."

"Of course, this isn't tomorrow. We'll have time to build and set everything up for you before I shut down. At least think about it."

I agreed. He stood up, I hugged him and told him it would be okay. Of course, I had no idea what Mary would say about all this.

I found her in our small office in the barn. I closed the door. "Mary, we need to talk."

Now, that is never something good to say to your partner, and her face hardened, so I cut to the chase in the beginning. "Ty has cancer. He hopes to beat it, but there are no assurances."

Mary slumped back into her chair and looked at me with a horrified face. "Are they sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure."

"What's he going to do?"

"Well, first of all, remember Wanda?" She nodded. "They've hooked up. She will be there the entire time with. "But..."

She interrupted me. "But they want us to run their farm?"

"Not exactly. They want us to take their business into ours."

"What? Is he nuts? We don't have enough space now, and what about the four? Does he think we are going to take care of them for twenty years so he and Wanda can run around the world?"

Boy, she is perceptive. "Not exactly, but you're on the right track.'

I sat down and laid out his offer. When I finished, I waited for her to respond.

"So, he wants to pay for a new, larger barn here if we will take the four and his employees?"

"That's it in a nutshell.?"

"Your thoughts are?"

"My thoughts are that we are screwed. If he dies, we have no choice but to do it. If he recovers and still wants us to do this, I don't know."

We decided to think about it for a while. He didn't need an immediate answer.

After a couple of weeks of weighing my options, I finally decided in my mind that I wanted to do it. Now I must find out what Mary thinks.

She finally broached the subject one night in bed. I could tell she had made up her mind about something. I smiled at her. "Okay, what's on your mind?"

"Ty."

"Yeah, me too. I kind of know which way I'm leaning. I'd be interested in your thoughts."

She sat up and got up on her elbow so she could look me in the eye. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course, if we start pulling our punches at the first little hiccup, we're going to eventually be in trouble."

She looked into my eyes for a couple of minutes. Boy, this isn't going to be good. Ten to one she wants to say no, and that is that.

"There are a lot of reasons to not do this. We would have the twenty-year obligation to women we don't even really know and had nothing to do with their present circumstances. Even if he pays for the construction, we will still have a larger monthly nut. We would have to increase our business insurance substantially. We would have to develop much more stringent guidelines and rules to protect ourselves from the increased number of women that would be here. I'm not sure that even with the addition of Clarence; you, me, and Pam would be enough manpower to keep this place running. As I said, many problems."

"So, you're saying, no?"

She sat staring at me for a few more minutes. "I can guess you want to do it."

"I would consider it, but only if you are on board. I've tried to do everything I have done since I've met you to take you into account with what I do. I can't stop now; you are ingrained into my very soul."

"I love you and thank you for that. I have always believed that you take my feelings very seriously. You have not fucked Pam or any other women, even if it was wanted by them, and wouldn't mean anything to you because of me. I have decided that I'm too concerned about not being uncomfortable than I am about what is best for our business. I've made two decisions. One, we should do this for Ty. He'd do it for us if the situations were reversed. Two, you need to start doing what our customers want, even if it involves more intimate involvement. If we are to grow even larger, we will need you more, not less. Clarence won't be able to satisfy the number of women that will be going through here now. That's my decision and I'm good with it."

She laid her head down on my shoulder and I just held her in my arms. That was totally unexpected. The first I could see her doing, but the second blew me away. This doesn't mean I will start fucking every woman that came here, but it does mean I will have more flexibility to make my decisions. I kissed her on her forehead. "I love you, and you continue to amaze me. How about we celebrate our new business now?"

She sat up and removed her nightgown. "Sounds good to me, tiger. Lose the shorts."

The night was great. So, we are doing this.

I called Ty the next morning to tell him we agreed with his plan. He had already started the first round of chemo, but he told me the name of an architect he knew that could handle the design and the name of his contractor. He said again that he would pay for both.

Mary and I sat down and drew up a wish list of everything we could think of that we'd like to have. It was a give and take with the architect, but his plans were finally agreed upon.

Next came the contractor. I gave him the plans and he started with the county to get the permits. I also gave him plans for a remodel of our old barn. We would pay for our barn.

Within a month, steel was going up and it dwarfed our old barn.

We continued to operate. Pam felt like Kelly was getting agitated by the activity and noise around her. Pam had me move a small bed into Kelly's room where Pam could stay with her. She took care of every need Kelly might have and Kelly started following Pam around the yard. After a few days, Pam finally gave up and would take her into the yard and sit with her. Guardian was always with them.

This new arrangement made it impossible for Pam to continue taking care of the regular women she had been before. Mary would come out to the back of the old barn and watch the three of them as they played in the grass. Pam and Guardian would run around the yard and Kelly would watch them. Her running days were long since gone, but she would watch them. She still didn't talk, but she was now making some sounds when she wanted attention. I wouldn't call them "moos', but it was guttural and low.

By six months, the building was almost finished. They were cleaning up and taking their tools to the old barn.

This building was nothing like the little barn. The entire front area had a reception area below and upstairs had Mary's office, the office for the accountants and record keeping. There was also a meeting room, and a small kitchen. There was a security room with camera displays. We hired a head of security to man this room. There was a bathroom and one small room that had a lock on it. This room was a place with a small milking machine that perspective customers could "try out" in private. Otherwise, there were storage rooms, and other meeting rooms. It was huge.

Behind this area, the barn was huge. One side had ten milking rooms. On the other side of the building was the workroom for the mechanics and a large room that had a huge refrigerator to hold the milk.

The center was open with room to hold the four if needed, and a special room for Kelly if needed.

They also added a large, wooden fence around the entire pasture. It wasn't to keep the women in, it was to protect them from spying eyes. We haven't had a problem yet, but we must be prepared.

We needed to move Kelly so the builders could work on the old barn. It was decided that Pam would put a lease on her, and slowly walk her outdoors, then turn right and try to get her into the new building. We moved her couch, toys, and blankets. She went outside without a problem. She had followed Pam for months. She even turned toward the new building, but stopped at the large, open door. She wasn't sure about this. Pam just rubbed her head and talked low and sweet to her until she finally, hesitantly, walked into the barn. When she saw her couch, she was happy and went straight to it. She would stay there until the old barn was finished.

We were converting the old barn into a home for the other four. All five of the permanent "hucows" would live there. The other barn would be for the daily sessions.

Ty had completed two rounds of chemo, and the prognosis was good. By the time the old barn was finished, he had been given a clean bill of health.

We moved Kelly back to her original room, and we were ready to begin the move.

I went to see Ty and his people. Ty was still quitting, and I wanted to talk to his people. I started with Clarence.

"Clarence, are you interested in coming to work with us? We have built a large, new barn and we are going to try and help more women."

Clarence smiled. "You bet your ass. This is the only thing I know. Can you imagine me working at a regular dairy farm? I can't. Just let me know."

Everyone of his people had the same attitude, even the ladies that work in the office. I asked Ty and the two ladies in his office to begin organizing the paperwork and to print out the page for each customer from their computer. Ty had over 200 women in his records over the last ten years. Almost all are older and have long since stopped this. I asked for the last three years sheets first.

Ty borrowed a horse trailer to move the four. It holds two horses, and the four women would fit in nicely. It was newer and when it was cleaned out, it worked fine.

It was decided to put the trailer at the door in the back and have the four head for the sunlight and corner them by the trailer. After their milking and feeding, they headed for the outside. When we opened the door to reveal the trailer, they froze. Clarence and Ty used portable gates to trap them. They were very agitated and were making loud noises, but they wouldn't take a step toward the ramp. Clarence finally took a cattle prod and hit the leader in the ass. She jumped and screamed and looked back at him. It was the black one, and her eyes were filled with hate. I finally had to get in there with them and put my hand on her head. When she saw it was me, she froze. I put a lease on her collar and started into the trailer. I pulled gently and waited. I smiled at her and offered her a couple slices of an apple. She liked that and slowly began climbing the ramp to get her apple. I gave her one slice and backed into the trailer. She hesitated for a second, but the sight of a couple more apple slices was enough to get her to follow me into the trailer. I guided her to the front and attached her leash to the wall. I stayed there for a second and continued to feed her apple slices. I rubbed her head and talked low and sweet to her. I then went back outside and repeated the procedure with the oldest hucow. She followed me to the front of the trailer, eating apple slices the entire way. I tied her leash to the wall and squeezed between their fat asses to get to the other two. We repeated the process with the other two, and we were loaded up.

The drive didn't take long, and they were quiet during the trip. Once there, I reversed the process and took each into the old barn and into their new pens. We had decided that they were used to seeing each other. We didn't want to put them in private rooms. We put them in open pens like they were used to.

Mary and Pam came to watch as we unloaded our new hucows. Once they were safe in their new home, Mary and Pam came into the open area and looked at them over the pen's top rung. Pam opened the black hucow's pen and went inside. She was watching Pam closely as she entered. Pam put her hands up and slowly walked toward her. When she was close enough, she patted her head and spoke softly to her. Pam began rubbing her head and shoulders. I could see the tension easing out of her eyes until she finally closed her eyes and lay down in the straw.

Pam repeated the process with the other three until they were all laying down and resting. She smiled. "These four will be okay with us. We can make their lives at least as good as before."

Clarence supervised the breakdown and rebuilding of the workshop into our new shop.

Mary and Ty's two office ladies were organizing the last three years' customer lists and entering them into our computer.

Mary met with our new attorney and established the new procedures to allow a woman to become a "hucow".

Now, whenever a woman contacted us about our services, Mary had them come in to talk to her. She went through the entire procedure. If the woman was interested, Mary would have her fill out our forms and we would have it witnessed. Once all the legal documents were signed, Mary proceeded to go into the "practice" room to let them try the small tubes of the human milking machine. Mary set them up and left them to try it alone. They had a buzzer they could ring when they were finished.

We were not going to use their names. Mary had hair nets made that would cover their hair and keep it out of the dirt. Each new customer was assigned a number, and their number was sewn into the hairnet. That would be the only identification they would have here. The only place that number would be tied to their name would be in Mary's office.

When the women first started, Mary would give them the package of shots they would need to get started. They were sent home with the instructions on taking the formula. They were told to come back in two weeks with the record of their shots. Pam would test them with the small machine upstairs to see if they were lactating yet. If they were, Pam would take them back into the locker room. The women would undress except for their undies and put a robe on. Pam would then take them to one of the milking rooms. She would assist them to get started and stay with them to ensure they were okay. It only took a couple of trips for the women to either know this wasn't for them, or to be hooked.

If they were hooked, it usually only took a couple of more sessions for them to get horny enough to want a little "help" putting out the fire in their loins. They had a choice of man or woman. Anyone that chose woman would have a "P" put on their account. At the present time, any woman that wanted a man would have a "C" put on their account. I decided to skip that for now, until Clarence was too busy to continue alone.

Unlike Ty's place, each of our machines weren't independent machines. I had stainless steel tubes planted in the ground when they built the barn. The mechanics were converting the milking machines from tanks to pumping stations that would pump the milk into the refrigeration room. When the machine was milking, the milk would be automatically pumped into the refrigerating room into an individual stainless-steel tank. Unlike cows, human milk isn't combined into large tanks. The hormones are such that it is thought best to keep each woman's milk separate and sell it in a unit by itself. When the woman went into a room, her number was attached to a new tank. If they only came once a week, it would be a small tank that would be shipped out when she finished. For the women that came more often, a larger tank was used.

After Ty had closed his farm down, he came to watch how we operated. He had given us everything but the building to use as we needed. He didn't need any of it any longer. Wanda and he were heading out to see Asia for as long as his stamina would last.

Ty and Wanda were very impressed with the scale and organization of our plant. We were averaging five or six woman a day now, and I could see it increasing to nine or ten. We had the "herd" in the small barn, and they were still producing a large amount of milk between the five of them. They produced as much milk as the thirty women that came in and out each week.

Clarence quickly was overwhelmed, and I told Mary I would have to help him. She just nodded and went back to work.

I got my chance that afternoon. Mary called me and I met 1020. She looked to be mid-thirties, and if I guessed, I would think she was a successful businesswoman. Her hair was perfectly quaffed, and she held herself up straight.

"My name is Tim. I will be helping you to get started. If you will please come with me." I led her to the locker room and asked her to put her clothes in a locker, except for her panties, and come out in a robe. Within a couple of minutes, she was standing before me in a robe.

I led her to one of the rooms. I explained how it worked. "You see the small, padded bench in the center of the room?" She nodded. "You will lay on it so your breasts hang out this side." I pointed out the correct position. "Once you are comfortable, I will put suave on your nipples and attach the cups. When you are ready, I will turn the machine up to a slow pressure. There is a chin rest in front of you. You may use that or allow your head to hang down. We have women that like it either way. Whatever makes you happy, okay. I will stand in front of you as I turn up the machine until the pressure is the most you want for today. When you motion me, I will stop there and go to sit in the back. If the pain becomes too much, call out and I will turn it off. This isn't for most women, so don't be ashamed if this isn't something you thought it might be and want to stop. We will stop. Do you understand these instructions?" She nodded. "No, I must hear you say you understand."

She smiled at me. "I understand, Tim. Let's see if this works for me together, shall we?"

Her smile was charming. I turned the machine up low and waited. When the suction cup grabbed her breast and pulled on the nipple, she winced but stayed still. After a couple of minutes, she motioned her hand up and I turned it up. She bit her lip but didn't stop.

I gave her a thumbs up and went to sit down. I could see she was squirming a little, but she endured until the end. I didn't think she produced much milk, but she was just getting started.

When the machine beeped, I turned it off and removed her cups. I then put the salve on her breasts and massaged them softly.

When I did that, she lifted her head and smiled at me "Thank you, Tim. That started badly but got better as I went. By the time I was finished, it almost felt good. My guess is it will only get better, am I right?"

"Yes, ma-am. If you survive, by the third time, you will look forward to this every day, I promise you. There is a reason we have had hundreds of women do this. It isn't only the money, but the thrill."

"Thrill?"

"Yea, for some it is the physical pleasure. For some it is the mental picture they build in their minds as the machine works on them."

I helped her up and handed her the robe.

"Mental picture?"

"Sure, the fantasy of being a human cow that was feeding the children of the world. There is a hucow fetish that is strong. You'll figure out why you are doing this if you continue. For us, we will help you with whatever reason you want to continue."

I led her to the locker room and waited for her to come out. Once she was out, I took her back to Mary and went back to work.

My next stop was the old barn. Clarence was milking the four, and I milked Kelly. She was very happy to see me. Pam was busy with customers and Kelly appeared to be lonely. Guardian was outside, walking the perimeter. I scratched her head. She still had her hair because I couldn't bring myself to cut it off. The long-term hucows have their hair removed because it took too much time to maintain, and the woman no longer cared, anyway. I just couldn't bring myself to do it to her yet. Pam understood and told me she would do it whenever I was willing to give it up. I knew that day was coming. It was hard to keep her hair clean, and she didn't even notice.

I decided to play with Kelly while she was being milked. Once the machine started, I moved up behind her and began rubbing her ass. Her legs immediately had goosebumps. She knew what was coming and was excited. Her vagina began to get wet, and I took the opportunity to make her feel better. It wouldn't be bad for me, either. I remember this pussy. I used to fuck her every few days for years, and I still enjoy her body, even if she doesn't know it's me.

Her milking machine was pumping at top speed and as I fucked her, her body began vibrating from the combination of the machine and me pumping her in almost perfect rhythm. As I looked down her back toward her shoulders, I became sad. This is my wife, and now, she is a hucow. I'm not even sure if she still has a woman's thought in her head any longer. When I came, it just didn't seem enjoyable any longer. I was just doing a job, and I knew I would move on to the next one soon.

After the machine beeped, I turned it off, wiped her ass off, put salve on her breasts and gave her a treat. It struck me that I was doing what thousands of farmers do with their cows. I could tell my emotional connection to her was fraying, and there was nothing I could do about it. She had chosen this life, and I had responded with Mary. I would have to accept it and move on.

In these lines, Pam came and asked me to milk her between her customers. It was time to finally put that taboo to rest, also.

Pam and I decided to use Kelly's machine. We had to find out if she would be okay with it. It was Pam, after all. In the refrigerator room, they were the only ones to have their name on their cans. Even the four were known only as number one through number four.

We went to see Kelly. She was outside with Guardian, taking a nap in the sunshine. Pam smiled and stripped her clothes off in a second. She does have a beautiful body, and today I was going to enjoy it completely for the first time.

She laid down on Kelly's bench and I attached the cups to her breasts. When she was ready, I turned the machine on to her startup speed. After a couple of minutes, she put up her thumb and I turned it up to her regular speed. I then went behind her and rubbed her ass. She dropped her head down and waited. However, when she was wet enough, I pushed into her. The shock brought her head up and she looked behind her. I smiled at her. "I decided it was time to enjoy my favorite hucow fully. I hope you don't mind if I put my mark on you?"

She moaned so loud I could hear her over the machine. As I fucked her, she put her head back down and let the emotions overwhelm her. By the time I was ready, her legs were shaking and there were goosebumps down them. I fired into her and slapped her ass. "Take this from your master, hucow. Give yourself up to me."

She exploded on my dick and bounced around on the bench. Just as the machine beeped, Kelly came into the barn and stopped in the doorway. Great, I'd find out now how much of Kelly was still in her head. Pam and I waited to see what she did next. After a few seconds, she headed for her bed and laid down. Guardian was standing in the doorway. When Kelly lay down, Guardian came in and licked Pam's face. I massaged her back and talked sweetly and low into her ear as she was recovering.

She finally got up and I handed her the robe. She kissed me on the cheek and headed for the locker room. Guardian went and lay down beside Kelly's bed.

I guess she was more hucow than wife. Her reaction did make it a little easier for me to rationalize.

1020 came back early the next week. She now had a "T" on her card and Mary called me when she came in. I met her in the office and took her to the locker room. I waited outside for her to come out in her robe.

She smiled at me as we headed for the room. Once inside, she took her robe off to reveal the lack of panties. She saw me notice. "Look, you've seen everything else, I figured it wasn't that much of a leap to go full monty. I've decided I lean more to sexual pleasure than feeding babies. I hope that doesn't make me a slut."

"If it does, it makes half the businesswomen that come here sluts. I can use whatever you need to fulfill your fantasies."

"Anything?"

"Yes, 1020, anything you want."

She lay down on the bench and spread her legs. "Well then, this hucow needs to be serviced by her master."

I attached her cups, smiled at her and turned the machine on. I stepped up behind her and rubbed her ass. I then put my finger into her and began massaging her clit. She was very wet already and shaking her ass. "Stand still, hucow and allow me to service you like you deserve." She was leaking steadily, and I had no problem pushing into her. I began stroking her and slapping her ass. "You've got a tight tunnel, 1020, and it is very enjoyable. Give me your milk and I will give you my seed. (Of course I use a condom, but let's not ruin the fantasy.) In ten minutes, I was almost finished, and her head was hanging down. She was still. I knew she had already finished, so I unloaded into her. When I was finished, I patted her ass. "Good cow, good girl."

The machine beeped and I took the cups off and put the salve on her breasts. I took a little longer to massage her breasts until she lifted her head and looked me in the eye. I rubbed her cheek softly and smiled at her. "Good girl."

I helped her up and gave her the robe. She just draped it over her arm and walked back to the locker room naked. I can see why Clarence loves this job.

I decided Guardian needed a friend, and I needed more security. I got another German Shepard. He was already named, "Growler" and I soon learned why. If he didn't think you should be there, he would growl low and menacing. I was afraid he'd bite someone, but Guardian soon had him in line. They made a good pair, and I knew no one would come into our pasture without permission and stay undetected for long.

The next day, Mary called me to the office to meet 1041. She was a young, black woman. My guess was not even thirty yet, but it didn't matter to us. I led her to the locker room and told her to undress down to her undies and put a robe on.

She came out a couple of minutes later, and I took her to one of the rooms. Once there, I explained how everything in the room worked. I assured her I would stop the minute she decided this wasn't for her.

"Please lay down on the bench, facing this way." I pointed to the machine. "Please let your breasts hand over the edge. I can put the robe over you if you wish." She nodded and I covered her from her shoulders to her feet. "I will start at a slow speed. If you want it to go up, just give me a signal. If you want to stop, just say so. Do you understand my instructions?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry 1041, but you must say you understand."

She was very nervous, but she managed "I understand."

I put some oil on her breasts and attached the machine. If I had to bet, I'd bet she didn't survive one session. I started the machine on the lowest level. She still jumped when it started. I looked her in the eye and held out my hands. She gave me a thumbs up and I turned it up a little. She nodded, so I went and sat down.

For the next thirty minutes she didn't move a muscle. When the machine beeped, I took the cups off and massaged her breasts with the salve. I helped her up and she wrapped her robe around her.

"My compliments, 1041. You survived. What do you think of this?"

"I was sure this was a mistake. However, your people are professional, and you were kind and deferential. The feelings are what I expected."

I led her back to the locker room and told her I'd take her back to Mary when she was dressed. She came out and I took to Mary.

It proceeded like this for the next few weeks. One night, while we were talking before going to sleep, Mary had a comment that surprised me. "Do you remember one of my ladies upstairs by the name of Lilly?"

"Yes, a little mousey girl, slender with brown hair, around twenty-five."

"That's her, and she is twenty-seven. She would like a job in the barns. She wants to experience working with the women."

"Does she know what's involved?"

Mary laughed. "I think she knows EXACTLY what's involved and would like to put her hands on some beautiful female flesh."

"Why?"

"It may have something to do with the fact she's a lesbian."

"Oh no. I can't have a horny woman hitting on these women."

"I agree, and that's why I haven't said anything before now. However, she assures me she has a girlfriend and wants to be more productive here. And you know we need more female help. Pam can't keep doing it all by herself. She is spending more time with Kelly now, and I don't think that situation is going to change. We need someone. Who better than a woman with sensitivity for other women?"

"What do you think?"

"If I didn't think it would work, I never would have brought it up."

"Fair enough. As soon as you can spare her, send her to Pam, and we can see how she does."

Mary leaned over and kissed me. "Thanks. I think it will work out great."

The next morning, I told Pam about her new helper. She smiled and thanked me. I guess everyone but me knew we needed more female help. Lilly came down later that morning and Pam took her to show her the job.

It didn't take long. 1011 was back for her weekly session. She had a "P" on her card and Pam introduced her to Lilly as a new helper and Lilly followed Pam into the room. I waited until they came out. As they walked by me, Pam gave me a thumbs up.

Within a week, Lilly was on her own, and within two weeks, an "L" started appearing on some of the new cards.

I sat in my office after Lilly had started working in the barn and was thinking about where we are now. It had only been four years since Kelly first visited Ty's farm and this adventure had begun. Now, I have Mary, a wife in everything but name, and a friend with benefits in Pam. I have a license from Mary to fuck any number of hucows as needed and we are producing a record amount of milk for La Leche and our pocketbook. I do believe we are also helping many women with a little enjoyment in their lives. We will see where this goes.

Mary called me to her office. When I got there, she closed the door. "I have someone in the other room we need to talk about."

"Okay."

"She is a married woman who wants to do this. The problem is her husband came with her and isn't sure about this. Apparently, they have had a few arguments about this."

"Let me talk to them. What's their names?"

"Connie and Bill Wilson."

I knocked on the door and went in. "Hello, folks. I understand you are having a discussion about us. Maybe I can help?"

The husband piped up. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of. Women playing like being milked for sexual purposes."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. It might interest you to know that we provide human milk to every hospital in the city for mothers that are having trouble getting their lactating started. This is not just a sexual thing; it is something needed by thousands of women across this country every year." I smiled at Connie. "What do you think about this?"

He started to speak, but I stopped him. "Not you. I know how you feel. There are two of you, and I am interested in what she is thinking that would make her risk your anger."

"What do you mean?"

"I can already see you have a quick temper. It makes me wonder what else you have?"

He grumbled to himself but stayed quiet.

"I think this was a mistake." She put her head down.

"Perhaps, but I'd still like to hear your thinking on the matter."

She was quiet for a long time before she finally spoke. "I was never happier than when I breastfeed our two children. The thought that I could help other mothers to experience the same joy makes me happy. I don't know how you do this, or what I'd have to do, but I'd like to at least check it out."

"Sounds reasonable to me. And your anger about this is because..."

"I don't want another man to see my wife naked."

"What makes you think any man would help your wife? We have several professional women that handle most of the women here. Maybe you'd like to talk to one of these women to see what they do for the women. I don't see very many of these women "naked." Would you be willing to talk to one of them?"

He hesitated, so I asked him to speak to me alone. "What's the real reason you're here? I don't buy any of this. I've seen too many husbands here to not know insecurity when I see it."

He started to get angry but stopped. "Look, ever since the kids came along, we don't have sex as often. She's too busy, and now she wants to be even busier. I'm not sure I could take even less sex."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. He started to get angry until I put my hand on his shoulder. "Bill, right, it's Bill." He nodded. "I guess no one has told you about the side effects of our formula." He shook his head. "Well, intense sexual feelings is almost a guarantee with this. We must take care some of these women don't attack us after a session. They are, shall I say, sexually activated by the machine and the drugs. If you let her do this, she will jump you almost every day after she gets home. She won't find what she is craving here, so who do you think she is going to go looking for next?"

"Is that true?"

"It has been so far, but how about finding out? She could turn out to be a horny wife during this milking time."

He looked at me. I had him. "I guess we could find out, right?"

"I promise, you will be happy with the result. She will also have bigger breasts. That wouldn't be so bad, right?"

His eyes lit up. "Okay."

We went back in, and I pointed to him and he spoke up. "He has convinced me that if this is important to you, it is important to me. I will help you with the kids if needed while you try this." He took her by the hand and lifted her off her chair and kissed her. She almost cried as I led them back to Mary's office. I took them in and winked at Mary. She was just standing there with her mouth open as I left.

Lilly was a godsend, and Pam became even happier than she had been. I would "service" her at each milking, and she was being milked three times a week now. She was making a lot of money, but I never thought it was about the money.

She began spending more and more time in Kelly's room. The bed I had put there earlier became her bed on many occasions. After a while, Lilly started helping more and more of Pam's customers and Pam was spending more time with Kelly.

I finally had to speak to Mary about Pam. "I'm worried Pam is going down the Kelly route. She spends most of her time with Kelly, and Lilly takes care of most of her customers. I need your help here."

Mary nodded. "I've noticed too. We need to speak to her."

We both went looking for her and found her in with Kelly. Pam, can we talk to you?"

Pam sat down on her bed. "I know what this is about. I'm spending too much time here, and less time with my customers, right?"

Mary nodded. "Yes, but we aren't worried about your customers. Lilly is taking care of them. We are worried about you, and we're afraid you may be going down the Kelly path."

"The temptation is there, I must admit. I'm just afraid I don't know how much longer I can take this formula. I've already taken it a lot longer than you did, Mary, and we don't know how long a person can do this without being permanently addicted to the drug. I'm afraid I've already passed the point of no return. My next milking is all I think of now, and it has nothing to do with Tim. I may be lost too."

She cried and Mary just held her to let her cry it out. I stepped out and left them alone.

Shit, I can't lose another woman I love to this junk. When Mary came out, she told me they had worked out a plan. We would begin to reduce her amount and see how she reacted.

Over the next month, we started by reducing her formula by ten percent. She seemed to do okay with that, so we reduced it by another ten percent. At fifty percent she started having a problem. She couldn't concentrate and began shaking sometimes.

Mary and I finally had to address this. Mary started. "I'm afraid she is permanently addicted to this stuff. If we keep lowering her dosage, I'm afraid she will be in pain most of the time. I can't see that. We may have to reduce it as much as she can stand and allow her to continue taking it for the foreseeable future. I hate it, but I don't know what else to do."

I hugged Mary. "I'm afraid we have another Kelly on our hands. Maybe, just maybe, we can save our friend, even if she must take some of it going forward."

We agreed with Pam to hold it at fifty percent even though she was having a problem and if she could endure it a while, maybe she would adjust to it enough to stay at fifty percent. We would also test her to see if she was slipping further away. If it came to that, we may need to make her go cold turkey; but we didn't want to even think about that for now.

I told Lilly to watch over Pam and take over any customer she was having a problem with. Lilly promised me she would take care of Pam. I started seeing her with Pam and her customers after that. They seemed to be working well together.

Pam eventually settled into a routine at fifty percent.

Lilly came to me then with a request that surprised me. "Tim, I have a favor it ask. Would you allow me to take care of Pam's milking? I may have a way to ease her addiction, but I need to try."

"What's Pam say about that?"

"I haven't said anything to her yet. I wanted to clear it with you first."

"Do it. If Pam agrees, you have it. Lilly, thanks for everything you do here, and thanks for caring about Pam."

She teared up as she ran away. I went to tell Mary. When I told Mary, she bowed her head and teared up. "I hope it works for Pam."

I smiled at her. "I hope it works for you. I know how hard it has been for you to allow me to fuck Pam for the past year or so. If I can stop that, it would make both of us happier." We hugged for a couple of minutes before I went back to work.

Pam agreed to let Lilly try. I hugged Pam and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm still here for you if you need me. I promised and I still mean it, okay?"

She smiled and hugged me.

For the next two milkings, Lilly helped Pam. Afterwards, I saw Pam. "How'd that go? Are you satisfied with Lilly?"

Pam laughed. "I'm fine. The girl has SKILLS. Whew. I almost forgot about the machine when she began working me over. I may become a lesbian now. If that's what it's like, I am willing to consider it. At least, with her."

I told Mary that night that I had retired from the Pam business, and she rewarded me with another round of the Mary business.

The women kept coming and Clarence and Lilly were able to help almost all of them. After a while I only had two or three women I was still helping.

One of them was 1041. She had been the most reserved woman when I first helped her. She had even asked for a robe to cover her while she was being milked. As the milkings continued, her guard fell until she came to the room naked without a robe even with her. After two sessions, she finally asked me to fuck her while she was there. I obliged her, and her routine was set. I would fuck her every time she was there, and she began producing a lot of milk.

I serviced both 1020 and 1041 until they retired from milking and had successfully cycled down and quit the formula. They came to say goodbye and I kissed and hugged each of them. I have now retired from interacting with my customers on a personal level. Mary was so happy she suggested we go on a vacation to celebrate. She made sure I had something to celebrate every day for the week we were away. All in all, I'm happy with just Mary now.

I spent less time with Kelly, but she didn't seem to notice because Pam was there nearly full time. They seemed happy together.

Lilly brought another of her friends in to work and she turned out to be as good as Lilly. Her name was Betsy, and we had enough "help" for our customers without me. I finally moved one of the backroom guys to help Clarence. We now have four people that handle our customers. They didn't need me any longer and I was happy about that.

Pam had started wearing a bikini and still helped around the yard, but she finally talked to me about taking "care" of Kelly full time. She assured me that her mind was fine, as long as she was able to get forty percent of her formula. Mary and I agreed, and she moved in with Kelly. Pam then quit wearing anything. She spent her entire time with Kelly. She shaved Kelly and her heads. It didn't matter any longer. They would go out to pasture along with the four, and the six of them would lounge in the sun, guarded by Guardian and Growler.

In an unusual twist, Pam began servicing Kelly and Lilly would take care of Pam. I would go into their room every day and talk to them and pet them, but Pam and Lilly were now taking care of the room. Sometimes I watched them together on the security camera. Pam would sometimes lay beside Kelly on her large couch. They were very happy. I was eventually happy for Pam. She seemed to have found her one true love, and Lilly made sure they both were well taken care of.

The oldest of the four dried up after five more years. She had hit menopause. We were okay with it. We stopped her formula, except for a token amount to help her adjust.

Over the next five years, the others dried up. They seemed okay without the formula and lived their lives in quiet retirement together. They would hang out together in the pasture any chance they could get. Pam would herd them in and out with Guardian and Growler's help. They were in good hands, and I never worried about them.

As we hit the fifteen-year mark, I had to marvel. Ty and Wanda came by a few times and were amazed at what we had built. We have nearly one hundred regular women a month and the six in the herd. We only had one problem woman, and our attorneys handled that.

We named Clarence as the assistant manager, and he was able to take care of the day-to-day business without us. Mary trained her assistant in the legal paperwork and the ability to select our new customers without her.

When the first of the four died, we held a small service in the pasture and buried her there. Ty had her real name, but we put her cow's name on the plaque. I didn't want a sign that showed a woman had been buried there without the government's paperwork.

Her money paid for another building on our property. This included an outdoor shower for the herd. Pam showed the others how to activate it by walking on a switch under the floor. It became very popular on hot days in the summer. We named it Clarisse's' shower. That was the old one's real name. We didn't want to forget her. We also built a covered shed in the middle of the pasture. A place where they could lay down out of the sun and enjoy the breeze.

Mary and I spent more time traveling together. I loved her and was happy how everything had turned out after Kelly checked out. I never would have believed this was possible.

Kelly's mother passed without ever seeing Kelly again. I went to her funeral. Her family didn't speak to me, but I had to pay my respects anyway.

As the years went by, Pam and Kelly grew older together. Pam had her senses and would talk to us whenever we saw her. She was very happy with Kelly and Kelly actually kissed Pam once. Lilly almost cried when she saw that. Pam did cry. They stayed together for the rest of their lives.

After ten more years, the four were all gone. The entire pasture was just for Kelly, Pam and the dogs.

Mary and I bought a vacation home in Hawaii where we could get away. Clarence, Lilly, and Donna, Mary's old assistant, never had any problems.

Kelly dried up as she neared fifty. They had to reduce her formula, and she was very sad. Pam did what she could, but Kelly just wasted away. We were very worried about her, but you could see it in her eyes. One morning Pam screamed and drew Clarence there. He came and got us and we found Kelly had passed in the night.

I decided she deserved a proper funeral. I moved her to our room and called the ambulance. Her breasts were huge, but otherwise, the EMP's didn't ask any questions. The coroner pronounced her dead and we called a funeral home. I had her cremated and buried her next to her mother. The family wasn't happy, but I had bought the plot years ago and wanted her next to her mother.

After she was gone, I asked Pam to come back to her room. Her mind was good, and she dropped the entire milk thing when she hit menopause.

Pam started helping Donna in the office and Mary and Pam started hanging out together.

Mary and I finally was able to get married. It was a small wedding, and Pam was her maid of honor. In an unusual move, Mary insisted Pam go with us on our "honeymoon". We went to Europe for a month, and we always had a suite so Pam would be with us.

Considering what each of us had seen and done, we were very relaxed with each other. A couple of weeks into our "honeymoon" Mary surprised me. "I think you need to spend a night with Pam."

"WHAT. Why should I do that?"

"You know you were with her for years while she was milking. Now, all that excitement for her is gone. I don't want her in our bed, but I can't ignore the fact that you have satisfied her for a long time. I think it is our duty to our friend to at least help her once in a while."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, come on, you've seen her naked for years and you've fucked her for years. What's different now?"

I couldn't argue with her logic, but then, I have never been able to win a logical argument with her. "Okay. If Pam is willing, I will do it."

After dinner that night, we were sitting on our balcony, sipping wine when Mary brought it up. "Pam, I have been talking to Tim, and I think we need to make a slight change in our friendship."

Pam sat up straight and stared at Mary. Mary smiled. "It's okay, believe me. I think Tim needs to spend a night with you occasionally."

I could see the shock in Pam's eyes. She downed the rest of her wine in one gulp. "Are you nuts? You can't allow Tim to do that. You just got married, for God's sake."

Mary smiled. "That's why I can. I have complete trust in Tim. You must admit Tim has "serviced" you, if you will forgive the crude phrasing, for several years. I can't expect you to become a nun now that you aren't in that space now. Better than that, I don't WANT you to become a nun. I'm not talking about a Menage a Trois. I just want to help my friend. We all know this will make us even closer; I believe that. So, if the two of you are done not trying to think about each other, how about you go to Pam's room and do it. I will be fine spending a night alone occasionally."

We looked at each other. I took her hand, and we were off to her room. It was a little awkward at first. This would be the first time we would be in a real bed together and I would be looking into her eyes as we had sex. It didn't take long for the heat of the moment to eliminate the hesitancy. It was wonderful. Afterwards, I held her in my arms as we fell asleep. Early the next morning, I kissed her and told her I was going to Mary. She smiled and rolled over.

I surprised Mary when I woke her up. "I thought I'd come and spend some quality time with my wife." And we did.

Our routine was set. Mary and I slowed down our lovemaking as we got older, just as all married couples do. It was sometimes nice for Mary to have a quiet night alone and Pam's love for Mary only grew deeper. It wasn't regular, only occasionally.

When we returned, we discussed with Clarence what to do with the old barn. There was no one there any longer. Even Guardian was growing lonely. He was old now, over twelve, and he eventually died in his sleep. We buried him in the pasture near the four. Clarence got a new dog to be with Growler. We put a fence around the front of the barns so the dogs could guard that area as well. There never was a problem, but the presence of two police dogs meant there never would be.

I prevailed on everyone to put a memorial up for Kelly. After all, the business was named after her. In our lobby, I put a large picture of her before she became a hucow and had a tribute to her painted on the wall next to her. We have helped thousands of mothers in every hospital in the area with free mother's milk for nearly twenty years. We have plaques and awards filling the wall beside Kelly's picture thanking us for what we've done.

It was all because of Kelly. I know everyone considers her a victim of her demons, but I can't think of her that way. I consider her a person who knew what she wanted, and had the courage to do it, in spite of everyone around her thinking she was nuts.

We gave the company to Clarence with instructions to give a slice to Donna and Lilly.

The three of us were nearly inseparable. We spent our older years either in Hawaii or traveling together. We were a very comfortable threesome.

Sometimes, in the evening, as I sat on our patio watching the sun set, sipping a little wine or drinking a beer, I'd just reflect on how my life had gone. I have been very fortunate. I've loved three women and had their love in my life. As I look over the large buildings now on the property, I marvel at how a mother's milk made all this possible.

God bless Kelly, and Mary, and Pam.