Milk Delivery Ch. 01

The heat was baked into the earth. Two weeks of relentless sun turned mud into dirt and lakes into ponds. The end of the day brought a small breeze, and although it wasn't particularly cool, the movement in the air kept Robin from having a heat stroke.

She sat on a rock underneath a large oak. "This must be over 100 years old", she thought, and proceeded to imagine herself as that tree, using her roots to reach the cool moisture deep underground. She wanted to fall asleep right under that tree, but she had a delivery to make.

Robin is the milk maid for the village, and once a week she makes it out to Noel's small farm on the outskirts of town to deliver the milk.

It wasn't but a mile past the tree when Robin spied Noel's fence. She scanned the perimeter, but saw no figure out in the fields or by the house. "Strange, Noel usually meets me at the fence... I wonder where she is -" A rustle from the trees to the left of the path. The twilight wasn't enough to see clearly into the woods. "Hello? Noel, is that you?"

Robin stopped now, staring into the brush. No movement. "Whoever you are, please just come out now!" she yelled, but her voice quivered. Still nothing. Robin sidestepped down the path. Nothing. She turned her head - a huge rustle - she jumped back - a chipmunk, tiny and cute emerged from the woods... the small creature looked around, sniffed in the general direction of Robin, and re-entered the cover of the leaves. "Jeeze, this heat is making me paranoi-"

There was fast movement from the right of the path and Robin was forced to the ground. There was the weight of a person on top of her, but she wasn't afraid. Hair in her eyes kept her from seeing, but from the weight alone she knew who it was, "Noel, you were about to give me a heart attack!"

Noel was beautiful. Long black and shiny hair. Cheeks, soft and full. Her shoulders were broad and strong, from farming no doubt, and her thighs wrapped around Robin as if performing a wrestling move. Noel wore a linen dress that held her breasts together creating the most appealing cleavage Robin had ever saw. The rest of her body was hidden in the dress as it billowed out.

"What took you so long? I was hiding in those bushes for almost an hour!" Noel looked up the path where Robin came from, "And where is Epona?"

"She hurt her leg when I was riding her. The doctor said she needs rest." Robin's hands moved to Noel's thighs and gently inched their way under her dress.

"Poor Epona!" cried Noel. She caught Robin's wrists with her own hands and used her strength to force the milk maid's arms above her own head. "You walked all the way out here just to see me?" Noel grinned wide, then sucked her lips together to pull a wad of spit to the front of her lips. She pushed it out and allowed a long bead to slowly fall onto Robin's lips.

"Feeling strong today, are we?" Robin Stared into her attacker's eyes, and then the slow moving trail of spit. She was safe, she knew, Noel would never hurt her, or push her beyond her limit. "I thought you wanted milk, you just want to spit on me instead?"

At the word "milk", Noel widened her eyes, pulled the spit back into her mouth through her lips, and stared directly at Robin's chest. Robin was striking, with deep brown hair that fell at her strong jaw line. Full pink lips that could curl into a smile that enchanted Noel beyond reason. Her collar bones were pronounced, beautiful, and her chest... Robin's incredible breasts, with two milk stains right where her nipples would be. "I want more than your milk. I haven't seen you in a week! I want your body."

Robin smiled, big with her teeth showing, "you can have me, but not here. Take me to your lake".

And as quickly as Robin had been brought to the ground, she was above it, on Noel's back and moving into the brush and towards the lake.

"I don't understand how you can carry me like this. It's so hot, and I'm not that much smaller than you."

"It's because I'm that much stronger than you! And because I would carry you anywhere."

That bore another smile on Robin's face. She wrapped her arms tighter around her steed's chest and started to bite, kiss, and lick her neck. This seemed to only make Noel stronger, and in a fraction of the time it normally took, they were there at the edge of a large, crystal clear lake, surrounded by old growth forest, moss still moist despite the heat, and the buzz of dragonflies racing across the water.

Noel let Robin down and without a word started gathering mosses and leaves. Robin stayed by the water's edge and took out two mason jars from her napsack. She removed her loose fitting shirt revealing her entire upper body. Her belly was soft and gently hung over her tightly tied linen pants. She had the slightest of love handles which made Robin feel self conscious but always drove Noel wild. Her breasts were full and heavy and swollen from milking all day in the sun. She removed a calendula and arnica bee's wax balm from her bag and started massaging it into her boobs, one at a time. Gently at first, and then with more finger strength.

Noel's arms were full with fresh moss and soft mullein leaves, but she dropped the pile at her feet when she saw what her milkmaid was doing. "Let me, please-" she moaned as she stumbled towards Robin. But Robin stuck out her hand while massaging with the other, "make the bed, lay me down, and then you can touch me."

Noel obeyed better than any animal Robin had ever trained. Noel would do anything she asked of her. Noel would make her cum for hours without taking anything in return. But Robin would never allow that.

The bed had been made, and no sooner was Robin being let down by her farmer. Her breasts were glistening with the herbal balm and the last of the light reflected off of her hair in a way that made Noel bite her lips and start touching herself.

Robin arched her back and pressed her arms into her sides to make her breasts touch. "Take my pants off and put your lips on me."

With a swift and fluid motion, the pants were gone. The farmer stared at the milkmaid's thighs and fully erect dick on a bed of moss. A bead of precum started to roll down her shaft and Robin moaned from the pleasure of being stared at.

Noel put her weight on her palms, slid her legs down, her torso to follow, and propped her upper body up with her forearms. Her lips were centimeters away from her lover's tip and as Robin inhaled sharply, expecting moist-soft pleasure, there was nothing. She looked down at her farmer in displeasure.

"Say please."

"Don't tease me"

"Say please."

Robin squirmed. This was making her harder.

"Make me-" And with no hesitation Noel's teeth sunk deep into the ungrateful's thigh.

"AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhh, fuck fuck, haaarder." But Noel pulled away - "PLEASE!! PLEASE BITE ME HARDER!" screamed Robin with the most earnest and pitiful tone Noel had ever heard.

"Good girl", and with that, Robin's thighs became the site of some of the most devastating bruises. Swathes of blue and yellow and pink, she looked like a Rothco.

"Okay, okay, that's enough", Robin was now as hard as a metal rod. "Will you put your lips on me, pleeeeeease."

Noel moved her arms so she could grab the maid's body as she pressed her lips on her head. Soft and wet she applied her lips to the entire shaft, moving up and down and spitting as necessary. Robin started to moan as Noel pulled an arm back and pressed two fingers right at the rim of Robin's opening. "Please, please, please, please..." Her begging trailed off into nonsensical mumbling.

Robin was dripping. Her pussy was opening and her balls were heavy with cum. Precum flowed from her tip like milk sliding down the side of one of her mason jars. Noel stared at the milkmaid and smiled, she was like putty in her hands. "I want your milk first, then I'll make you cum."

"No, no, I, wait, please, just put your fingers-" Robin stammered as Noel smirked. There was nothing to be done. If Robin wanted to cum, she had to do what Noel asked.

Robin sat up, mumbling obscenities under her breath, opened the lid to a mason jar and held it under her left breast. With her thumb and forefinger on either side of her nipple she pressed back on her breast then squeezed the fingers together causing a rather large spray of milk to squirt out forcefully into the jar. Noel's eyes widened and jaw hung loose.

"I've never seen you do it like that before!" "Where's your pump?"

"It's too heavy to carry without Epona, this is how I sold my milk before her. I guess you weren't farming here back then."

Noel continued to stare agape, and as Robin squeezed her fingers together she lowered the jar spraying milk directly into the farmer's face and mouth. "Are you just gonna sit and stare at me or are you gonna help?"

Still slightly dripping, Noel came behind her milker and held the other mason jar to her swollen areola and hard nipple. "You seem so sore, is this okay?"

"They are, but this is the life of a milkmaid. Here, place your fingers like this and press back first."

"Am I doing it right?"

"You can press a bit harder, and then just squeeze."

"Like this?-"

Creamy white burst from Robin's nipple and immediately covered the bottom of the jar. "You're a natural," cooed the milkmaid. "Keep that up and we'll have your jars filled in no time."

Over the course of ten minutes, they milked together. At one point, Robin held both jars in front of her chest as the farmer deftly squeezed both breasts releasing ounces of milky white with only a few pumps. "It feels just like when I milk the cows!" Noel was excited and smiled broadly from ear to ear.

As the time passed, the jars filled and Robin's breasts had seemed to be producing less milk per pump. "Ahh, my last stop for the week! Nothing feels better than letting my breasts rest and replenish for two full days". And with that, Robin capped and handed 64 ounces of fresh, creamy, and sweet breast milk to the farmer.

Eagerly, Noel grabbed the jars, put one down, opened the other and brought it to her lips. She took a sip, smiled, stared at the milking marvel and said, "it's more delicious than usual, I feel like I could drink this whole jar." And suddenly, her mouth was open, head back, the warm delicious cream splashed down her throat. One ounce, then two, then six. Her throat pulsed with each gulp and as Robin realized she would drink the entire 32 ounces, she placed one hand on the drinker's stomach and the other hand loosely on her pulsating neck. Not to stop her, but to feel her milk rush down her lover's throat.

Trickles of milk spilled down the side of Noel's chin which Robin diligently lapped up with her own tongue. Three quarters through the jar, Noel started to slow, but Robin was too turned on to let her rest. She gently tipped the jar, allowing for more milk to rush into the open mouth. Noel's eyes widened, more milk spilled, but Robin whispered in her ear, "drink all my milk and I'll let you use any hole you want."

That was all the motivation she needed. In only a few seconds the remaining milk was gone. Down her throat and into her stomach. Robin rubbed her belly from behind, cooing and praising the milk fiend. After some panting and deep breaths, "God, that was so incredible. I really like when your milk fills me up. I feel like I can't move right now."

"Then lay back and let me make you feel even better."