Cow Girl Obsession - Chapter 4: The Well Is Full [F25] [Milking] [Lactation] [Solo]

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Chapter 4: The Well Is Full

The next morning, as soon as she opened her eyes, Willow jumped out of bed and sat at the dining table downstairs.

She pulled out her old typewriter and began typing away…

Click! Clack! Click! Clack! Click! Clack!

[Loud, but satisfying typewriter noises.]

The keys of her vintage typewriter created so many loud typing sounds throughout the entire farmhouse.

For the first time in forever, the creative juices were going.

I can’t remember the last time I was able to write like this. Fast. Well-enough. Feeling inspired. I really don’t know why, but this morning, everything is working. It feels legitimately different, since pretty much nothing has been working right for me for—years at this point.

Leaning and crouched over the typewriter with her naturally big tits sitting and rubbing on the edge of the kitchen table, Willow didn’t even notice it at first when her nipples began hardening. Something that occurred once she slipped into the creative zone she was currently in.

The writing is surprisingly going great this morning, yet, there’s something feeling pretty odd. I can’t figure out why, but every time I pressed on one of the keys, I’m progressively feeling hornier and hornier. Now, why is that the case? I don’t get it. I wasn’t feeling exactly frisky when getting out of bed a few minutes ago. Um… Now, my nipples are twitching. Hardening. What is that? Oh, no! Don’t tell me it’s the same thing that happened outside yesterday. There’s liquid coming out of both of my nipples! Milk! It has to be milk again.

Willow wished she could stop, but she couldn’t exactly do anything about it.

The only thing that would perhaps stop this was if she stopped typing altogether, but she had no idea that it would even help to begin with. Plus, she couldn’t slow down now. She was finally being creative and getting somewhere.

Soon enough, there was so much milk gushing out of her nipples that her white, black, and green shirt was tainted in it. Two large wet circles could be observed on her shirt where her nipples were on the other side.

[Milky dripping sounds.]

They feel so full. So dang heavy. They’re full of milk. My milk. Gosh. I’m so horny, too. It feels like I need to be milked or something. Please, somebody, milk me! Wait. Should I milk myself? Then, that would mean that I have to quit writing for now.

Ugh!

Why can’t I do both of these two things at the same time, huh?

Willow then swiftly lifted her shirt up and had both of her big tits burst out of it.

[The fabric of her shirt was aggressively lifted!]

Once again, she wasn’t wearing any bra this morning. Same as yesterday.

So, she continued typing with her right hand while she sloppily groped her left tit using her left hand, and she ultimately pressed on her soft breast.

Willow finally began milking herself.

“Ahn!”

She’d never stop writing, though. She continued typing with one hand, and then pleasantly and erotically milked herself with the other.

With both of her breasts resting on the edge of the kitchen table, she had her milk tit shooting her sweet and creamy milk all over the surface of the table. Willow was without a doubt making a huge mess, and she perfectly knew about it. Living alone (minus that one worker who came to do odd jobs on the farm once a day), meant that she’d have to clean it all herself afterward. She had gotten a few milky drops on the keys of her vintage typewriter, but definitely not as much as was the case for the table. Operating with one hand only, she had a bit of trouble aiming. There was nothing to aim at, really, but Willow was certainly hoping to hit her typewriter with her thick milk as less as possible.

I’m writing. I don’t know how long this is going to last, but I am finally able to write and this feels right. I don’t want this to stop. I don’t want to stop writing!

[Willow’s moaning intensified as she wrote and was milked!]

Then—everything, unfortunately, came to a brutal stop—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Are you kidding me? Someone’s at the door!

Willow suddenly stopped everything. She quit writing and she, of course, quit milking herself. In a swift movement, she pulled both of her breasts back inside her white, black, and green shirt (her second one after the first one was ripped apart by her expanded breast yesterday), before whoever was at the door saw her like this through the screen of the front door.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

More knocking was heard.

“Coming!”

Then, she jumped out of her chair and rushed to the front door.

[Willow cleared her throat before answering the door.]

She soon unlocked and opened the door.

Behind it stood no other than that worker boy who had been tasked to do odd jobs on the ranch by Willow’s parents.

Him? What does he want so early?

“You didn’t have to knock so loud, you know?” this was the first thing Willow told him upon discovering him on her front porch.

“Um. What were you doing? You were making a lot of noise in there,” the young boy had clearly heard a lot, and this had rendered him more curious than ever.

“You know what? This is none of your business.”

Oh, no, my shirt is so wet. It’s covered in my own milk. These two big, wet circles where my nipples are—I hope he’s not going to notice them—

“That’s fine by me. Hey, since you’re back in town after being away for so long, I meant to ask you something.”

Uh-oh. What is it going to be?

“What is it?”

“Do you want to come to the festival tonight with me? You came back right in time for it, it seems,” the charming boy asked her out.

The Milk Festival? Does it start tonight? I had no idea. I had forgotten all about it.

“I see. Why do you want me to go with you?”

“Because I don’t have anyone else to go with ” he chuckled, “it’s all good. No sweat. Come if you want to. You’re invited.”

And then, just like that, the boy turned his heels and left her porch.

He’s gone.

[Creamy milk shooting out of her tits.]

Abruptly and inexplicably, feeling butterflies in her stomach, she suddenly began producing and shooting milk out of her nipples once more.

Ahn. Thankfully, it waited until he was gone for me to lactate again.