Milktec Industries Presents: Farm Holiday

“Milktec Industries proudly presents: Orange Creme! Specially made for the Halloween season, our new Orange Creme will have your whole family standing in line at the icebox! Maybe even some of the neighbors, too! Our scientists have been hard at work introducing new flavors into our wonderful variety of Milktec products. Strawberry! Chocolate! And, of course, Classic! Bring a sampler selection to your next community picnic! Have an ice cold bottle with a friend or relax after a hard day’s work with a warm mug. Milktec is already perfect for any occasion, but we strive to make it even more special for each special day! So this Halloween, celebrate safely as ghouls or goblins. and get your daily dose of vitamins and minerals from a tall glass of Milktec Milk! And now, back to the Milktec Industries Hour of Horror….tonight’s episode, ‘The Haunting Romance of Alistar Trowen!’”

“Barbara, turn that radio off and come to supper,” her mother called.

Barbara wrinkled her nose in protest, but obeyed. She wanted to stay on her parents good side. Too many of her evenings had been ruined by starting an argument with her mother. Barbara held tightly to an adamant belief that she could do what she liked as an eighteen year old, even though her parents maintained strict policies so long as she continued to live with them. Her father said she could make her own rules when she married, but Barbara saw nothing new on that front any time soon. All of the other girls from her graduating class had gone off to college or gotten married right away.

Even though her mother had been anxious to see her married, her parents seemed slightly alarmed at the sheer number of young couples getting hitched right out of school. They stopped going to the weddings altogether after a while. Barbara knew the group weddings broke the camel’s back for her mother. Barbara thought the girls aways looked so pretty. They wore white, and the men, mostly the guys they’d been dating in high school but a few college boys who’d waited, wore their best suits. They all looked so happy together. Her mother grumbled about the girls marrying for the wrong reasons and even alluded to some indecent behavior on the part of more than one girl. Barbara overheard her gossiping on the phone about a neighbor girl believed to be at least two months pregnant by the time she finished her vows. Barbara’s father had his complaints as well. He kept saying young folks were too eager, but her father complained about pretty much everything. Each morning he would see a new article about Milktec in the paper and claim the company was ruining America, but then he’d have his glass of milk all the same. Barbara attributed it all to her parent’s generation being too different.

She went into the dining room and patted her father on the back. He smiled and asked about her day. His eyes drooped with fatigue, and Barbara could see his aches and pains in the way he held his shoulders. Another albatross around her neck was her fathers insistence on continuing to work until she wed. She may as well own two fog horns blaring “Get married!” and “For the right reasons!” one after the other in a dissonant cacophony. Her mother brought in a final platter of roast beef.

“Looks wonderful as always, dear.” Barbara’s father grabbed the bowl of potatoes and started to fill his plate. For a while only the clinking of silverware on dishes filled the room, but finally her father resumed the conversation. “I spoke with Mike Johnston today.”

Her mother’s eyes sparkled with interest, “How is Mike?”

“Fine, fine. Had some trouble with his mother a few months back. Seems she had a fall and needed someone to take care of her. Mike couldn’t take off from the factory to handle it, but his boy, Josh, skipped a semester to go up to Rochford and look after her.”

“Josh was always such a nice boy. I heard from Emily Mason that he was studying to be an engineer. You see all those advertisements for civil engineers these days. Seems they can’t keep enough of them. Not to mention Milktec.”

Barbara’s father rolled his eyes, “Bah, Milktec. Plenty of honest work without joining up with that lot.”

Her mother gave him a severe look, “You were saying about Josh though.”

“Oh right. I think he’s going to be in town for Thanksgiving in a few weeks. Mike’s sure proud of him and says the boy is looking to settle down. Hell, these days he’s ancient for being single at twenty one.”

“I remember him from school. Tall and gangly. Always had his pimply nose in a comic book,” Barbara said casually. Her mother tried this at least twice a week. Her father would run in to an old friend who just happened to have a single son about Barbara’s age.

“Don’t be so quick to judge, young lady,” her mother snapped. “Looks aren’t everything. A good husband is one who can provide for his family and love them. Contrary to what your radio plays or romance books tell you, marriage isn’t about staring at each other’s face all day and night. You find someone who can help take care of you, and you get on with it.”

Barbara wanted to snap back. She wanted to berate her mother about her own marriage. Barbara had been told the story from the time she could remember. Her mother turned down suitor after suitor, most of whom were better off and had better prospects than her father, but she waited all the same. Instead, Barbara held her tongue and chose a different tactic. “I’m sorry. That’s nice to hear about Josh. He was also a sweetheart back in school. I’d like to see him and catch up. I’m sure he hasn’t heard about all of the changes around here.” Barbara’s acquiescence left her mother grinning while her father chewed a mouthful of roast with relief he wouldn’t have to continue the plot any longer.

Her mother asked about work and other mundane things. Barbara kept her head down and ate nervously. She waited for a break in the conversation to finally speak, “I thought of going to a small party tonight.”

“Oh?” her mother said, eying her carefully. “With whom?”

“Vera. She’s started dating a boy from the county. Hank Jones. They’re having a small Halloween party at his farm. A small thing. Soda and cake, I suppose.”

Her father took another scoop of potatoes, “I know Hank. Well, Hank the first, the boy’s father. Not well, but I’ve never heard anything bad about him. His boy though…I’ve heard he was a troublemaker.”

Noticing her mother’s face souring, Barbara added, “Well, Vera sees something in him. I don’t know him well, but I wouldn’t be going to see him. Vera says a lot of the singles from the county will be there. It would be nice to meet some new people, and maybe dance a little.”

Though she waited for her mother’s disapproval, it was her father who spoke first, “The county? Any from that…’farm’ run by Gabriel Stevens?” Her mother let out an audible gasp.

Barbara genuinely didn’t know anything about the Stevens’s farm, but guessed it was a quick path to prohibiting her trip. “Of course not. Vera doesn’t associate with those kind of people and neither do I. You raised me better.” She held her breath to see if the bluff worked. Her father peered at her carefully for a few seconds, but then shrugged and turned his attention back to his meal.

Looking to her mother, she could see an internal struggle between wanting to preserve her daughter’s chastity and wanting to marry her off. Taking the lead from her husband, “If you promise to be back by your curfew, I don’t see anything wrong with it. We don’t mean to keep you shuttered up here, of course, but we do want you to be safe. A lot has changed since we were kids. The things your generation has…well, I won’t talk about it. But you hear one word about that Stevens farm, you grab Vera and drag her back to her house, Hank Jones or no Hank Jones.”

“I’ll do just that,” Barbara replied. She ate the remainder of her dinner quickly, but not in a rush. She could barely contain her excitement of being free for the evening. Once a suitable time had passed, she excused herself and rushed upstairs to get ready.

“Vera, what on earth are you wearing?” Barbara asked as she hopped into the car. “And how did you get your dad to let you drive?”

Vera giggled. “He doesn’t exactly know. I was only supposed to use it for an emergency, but my parents are gone on their anniversary. Don’t you like my costume?” Vera leaned back in her seat to show off the dress. Barbara recognized it as one of the surplus dresses the local military store carried. Girls would buy them and use them as a template to create new patterns and such, which seemed to be what Vera had done. She’d laid large black spots across the white dress to mimic the pattern of a dairy cow. Around her neck she wore a small bell and she’d made a pair of felt, floppy ears attached to a headband. “I’m a cowgirl!”

Barbara admired her work, but worried about the idea. “Vera, you know what that implies right? People will think you’re like one of those…Milktec girls.”

“Hucow, Barb, you don’t have to be embarrassed to say it. You know, not everyone is as stuck up as your mom and dad any more. Why do you think all of our girlfriends from school were so eager to get married? They found the right boy and signed up immediately. Everyone knows it, they just don’t talk about it. Like Sue Ellen, when’s the last time you saw her. And the two of you were thick as thieves during school.”

The car lurched into motion as they started towards the farm. “She’s busy, that’s all. I think she’s having a baby soon.”

“Of course she is, dingbat. All they do is screw day and night. I’ve heard the stories. The second their husbands get home from work and all night long.”

Barbara blushed. “Vera, you shouldn’t talk like that.”

She grinned devilishly, “Everyone has to grow up sometime, Barb.” She tightened her grip on the wheel, and they picked up speed as they left the small town behind them.

Barbara suddenly felt rather anxious. “So, who is this guy that I’m meeting?”

“James. Hank knows him from work or something. I met him once, he’s handsome. Not as handsome as Hank, but maybe that’ll change if you’re lucky.”

“How can that change?” Barbara asked. She hated the way Vera talked about things as if everyone already knew her secrets.

Vera bobbed her head from side to side in frustration. “Come on, you know. Like with Sue Ellen. Have you seen her husband? Rick was a bean pole when he graduated. He could hide behind a willow reed. Look at him now, he’s all barrel chested and rugged.”

“That’s from hard work at the factory my dad says.” Barbara knew the rumors, of course, but surely they were just rumors.

“No way, kiddo. Hank already took a dose. That’s why he’s so dreamy.”

She gasped. “Hank took the formula?”

“A drop, not a whole dose. He said it’s made him feel more alive than ever. And, Barb, I know you’re still a virgin, but you wouldn’t believe his cock! He says it can stay up all night now. We haven’t gotten to try it yet because I’ve been stuck with my parents.”

Barbara suddenly understood. “Vera, you’re not thinking of taking it? Are you?” Vera smiled with a wild look in her eyes and nodded her head. “Oh my god, have you lost your mind! I can’t believe Hank talked you into this.”

“No, he didn’t. It was my idea. You haven’t seen them, Barb. They’re so beautiful and happy. Hucows are the future of being a wife. All the girls who got married, every single one of them, got the treatment. The guys too. Remember how Helen Newark was flat chested until the day we got our diplomas? I saw her two weeks ago with pair of boobs that would make sailors blush. I asked her about it point blank. She didn’t want to confess right away, but when I pressed, she admitted it. She took the formula, and so did her husband. She said his dick grew about two sizes larger and now he can’t get enough of her.”

The idea fascinated Barbara. She longed to be dropped into one of the radio plays where a strong man saved her from the mundane rigors of life. But what would her parents think? If they even knew she’d entertained the idea for a second, they’d throw her out in the street and disown her. “What about the downsides? Do you really want to be your husbands dumb cow?”

Vera shook her head, “No, see that’s the anti-Milktec lobby talking. Hank showed me all about it in this magazine. There’s a big push by some conservative groups who think Milktec is ruining America. But that’s crazy right? Milktec is the sole thing keeping us alive. Without it, we’d all be wearing red and praising the Kremlin. This stuff is the future, Hank says. It’s just making people better. Eventually everyone’s going to take it, just a matter of when.”

“But it’s illegal!” Barbara protested. She fought back a smile. The conversation excited her, but she couldn’t tell if it was fear or fascination.

“Don’t be a square,” Vera chided. “It’s only illegal if you get caught. And we’re not getting caught.”

“Jesus, Vera, are you doing this tonight? Is that why you’re wearing the costume?”

She giggled again. “It’s a surprise for Hank. When we were talking about it, he said he couldn’t wait to get married and have his own perfect little hucow to screw whenever he wanted. He said I’d look so beautiful as a hucow. And I want it so bad. Think about it Barb. You have those big jugs full of creamy delicious milk, and a man ready to give you all the attention you need.”

Barbara squirmed uncomfortably. “You really shouldn’t talk like that. Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve done nothing else but think about it. Heck, I’ve dreamed about it. I’m so excited, Barb, and I’m glad you’re going to be there with me.”

“But I’m not —”

“— no, no. Of course not. But if you were curious, Hank said he’d have enough. I’m not sure what James thinks about it or if you two will even hit it off. Still, the option’s there.” She trailed off, and they rode along in silence for a while. The lights of the town disappeared entirely, and dark fields rolled by silently outside the car window. Finally, Vera added, “I think you should though. You’d look so beautiful with big, milky tits.”

The farm jumped out of the night like a beacon. The house looked enormous compared to Barbara’s. A large red barn beside the house had two large work lights mounted above the barn doors. Between the barn and the house, Hank had strung Christmas lights providing some extra, festive illumination. In truth, Barbara thought it all looked like the kind of place the girl in a creature feature would run to for safety. Of course, the farmers would be in cahoots with the monster. As Vera pulled to a stop in the drive, Hank emerged from the barn and waved, followed by a thin fellow Barbara assumed to be James. The girls spent a few minutes touching up their makeup in the flip down mirrors before getting out to go meet the boys. Barbara almost stopped Vera for another long talk, but chickened out. She knew Vera wouldn’t listen anyway. At worst, she need to stay with Vera and make sure nothing got out of hand.

As they got closer, Barbara realized the strange lighting was actually quite warm and inviting. Hank grinned like an idiot as they got close. “Well, look at you!” He grabbed Vera up in a hug and spun her around twice before putting her down. She did another spin to show off the dress’s pattern. “That may be the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen.” He gazed at her as if in a trance for long enough that the two singles cleared their throats audibly. “Oh, right, hey there Barb. It’s good to see you. This is James, I don’t think you two have met before, but he was real keen to see you once Vera told him about ya.”

James rocked back and forth on his heels and smiled dumbly. “Hi, it’s a…it’s nice to meet you.”

“And you,” Barbara replied, trying not to blush. Vera had been right about James. The other man lacked Hank’s broad shoulders and chin, but Barbara found something cute about his small dimples and slanted grin. “What are you boys up to?”

“Hank here was showing me the car he’s working on,” James gestured to the barn.

“Oh yeah, I should have it up and running pretty soon. Reckon we’ll need something to leave the wedding with in style. Ain’t that right, Vera?”

“Go on, you knucklehead.” Again, they both lapsed into staring at one another, slack smiles on their faces. “Say, um, you have anything to drink?”

“Oh sure. I picked up a crate of those new Orange Cremes. Come on in the barn.”

They followed their host into the red structure. Vera chased after him while the other two made nervous glances at one another. The barn was more spacious than Barbara expected. At the far end, an old pre-war car that Hank had clearly been working on for a while sat propped up on a jack. Nearer to the door, huge stacks of hay sat in a carefully planned stack. On the other side, tools hung in dissarray on a wall of random nails and hooks. Hank retrieved three bottles of the orange milk and handed them around before grabbing one for himself. Orange milk was immediately off-putting to Barbara, but she gave it a try, surprised to find how wonderfully it tasted. Music played gently from a nearby radio as Hank led them over to a small card table. “I thought we’d play cards for a while. Give everyone the chance to be better acquainted.”

Relief flooded over Barbara, at least for the time being. The awkward tension eased as they took their seats, and Hank started to deal. Conversation picked up quickly, and she soon found herself deep in discussion with James. “I’ve never met someone who likes the Hour of Horror as much as me.”

James grinned as he threw down a two of clubs, “Oh sure. My favorite episodes are when they take some of the old short stories and read them out as if it’s actually happening.”

“Like the one about the virus that turns everyone into mutants?”

“Exactly! Imagine if you heard that on the radio and didn’t know it was a show. You’re driving down a lone country road and for all you know, the whole world has gone mad.”

“Hey, Barb,” Vera interrupted, “come to me with the little girls room.”

“No telling secrets now,” Hank said with a grin.

Barbara followed her friend into the house and down the hall. Clearly, Vera already knew her way around. They went into a bedroom, and Vera closed the door behind them. Barbara figured it was Hank’s room judging by the posters on the wall and the stacks of albums in the corner. “Well, what do you think of James?”

“He’s nice. I think I really like him,” Barbara had been enjoying herself more than she thought possible, but didn’t want to seem too eager. “We were having a nice conversation before you pulled me in here.”

Vera pulled her over to sit on the bed. “Do you think he could be the one for you?”

“That’s a little fast —”

“No, not like a husband, necessarily. Just, the one for tonight? The one to go all the way with?”

“Geez, Vera, I don’t know. That’s a big decision to make so quickly.”

“Quickly? Barbara you’re almost nineteen. Girls don’t wait any more, or they get left behind.” Vera went over to a dresser and opened the middle drawer. She rummaged around for a minute before she pulled out a small case. Delicately, she closed the drawer and hurried back to the bed. “Look at this,” she whispered. The case opened and Barbara saw eight pills arranged neatly in sets of two on a sheet of wax paper. Vera grabbed it up and tore the paper in half. “You don’t have to take it. Heck, James may not want to either. A full dose is both tablets. Hank says if you just take one, the change isn’t permanent. He learned all about it from the guy who sold them to him.”

“And you’re taking both?” Barbara asked.

For the first time, Vera’s confidence and zeal faltered. “Yeah. I mean, we’ll do it in private. Things get very…intimate once you take it Hank says. I think he’s going to ask me to marry him soon, and this will prove we love one another.” She clutched the pills in her hand. Barbara took the other half, solemnly. Out of nowhere, Vera hugged her. Barbara tentatively returned the gesture. The two pulled apart, and Vera’s vulnerable side disappeared immediately as her fiendish smile returned. “I’m going to stay here. Can you tell Hank to come and see me when you get back to the barn? And, you two have fun, whatever you decide.”

Barbara stood up and walked slowly out of the room. Vera started to ignore her immediately, turning her attention to making the bed a little less suitable for whatever she had planned. Barbara headed down the dark hallway and out the kitchen door towards the barn. Before she rounded the corner, she made her decision. Vera was right, she couldn’t wait forever. She pulled one of the pills free from the paper and put it on her tongue. Closing her eyes tight, she swallowed, and then stepped into the barn.

The guys killed the time flipping cards for blackjack. James hunched over the table on his elbows while Hank leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up in Vera’s empty seat. He looked expectantly at Barbara as she walked over. “Vera’s waiting for you inside, Hank.” She barely finished the sentence before Hank jumped to his feet. He didn’t give either of them a second glance as he blew past Barbara and headed into the house. Barbara looked at James and smiled nervously. She took her seat beside him as he fidgeted in his chair. “So, I guess you know what those two are doing? Hank told you?”

“Ah, yeah. He really hasn’t shut up about it for a week. I hope you don’t think I’m a bad guy for being here. I really did want to meet you.”

“What?” Barbara realized the evening could be viewed in a much seedier fashion than she realized. “Oh, it didn’t occur to me. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Right! Right…” James floundered in the unknowing of how fervently he should agree.

“Of course, that doesn’t mean that…things aren’t going to happen,” Barbara said. A strange feeling started spreading around her body. After a few seconds, the feeling reconciled into a familiar heat near her core. She’d touched herself several times, but usually it took quite a bit of work to build up this level of tension. Could it be sitting close to James was enough to excite her? She moved slightly in the chair and felt the dampness between her thighs, shocking her to a quiet gasp. She shook her head to keep herself on task. “There’s this,” she placed the pills on the table. James’s eyes widened as he realized one of the pills was missing.

“You took one?”

“I did.”

“So you’d like to…do this with me?”

“I think very much so,” Barbara no longer worried about him noticing her blushing. She grew more concerned by the second that he wouldn’t notice other, more important parts of her. Oh, is this what it feels like? Like something is squirming underneath my skin? What did I expect? It does feel nice.

James looked at her for a long while, but she was too lost in thought to notice. He grabbed the wax paper and took one of the pills. He tossed it in his mouth and washed it down with the bottle of orange creme. In the next second, he lunged over and kissed Barbara deeply. Her stomach fluttered as if all her pent up nerves had turned into frightened doves. His lips felt wonderful, and the smell of his skin entranced her. James moved his hands to her waist as they both stood up. She raised up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Every second touching him made her feel more electric. He finally broke away the kiss and looked around. “Maybe we should go inside?”

Barbara looked around. “No, I have a better idea. Vera dressed up to be Hank’s little hucow, but I can at least give you the real experience.” She grabbed a blanket from the back of a chair and went over to the hay in the corner of the barn. She spread it out and tested the makeshift bed, surprised to find it very comfortable. James wrapped his arms around her from behind and she noticed a thin sheen of sweat developing all over his skin. She barely knew what to expect from her own changes, let alone from his. His hands moved up her shoulders and hooked underneath the neckline of her dress. His thumbs glided up and down her neckline, scintillating her skin. She craned her neck to the side and was rewarded with the hot feeling of his lips against her skin. His hands went to the zipper of her dress and pulled it down slowly. Cool air rushed over her back as the dress peeled away. He moved it off her shoulders and down over her hips until it crumpled to her feet, leaving her standing in her bra and underwear. The brazier felt unusually tight. She spun around to face him, and his eyes bulged at the sight of her near naked flesh. Examining herself, she realized the tightness of the bra was due to a very obvious reason. Her breasts had grown. They pushed out over the top of the ill fitting garment. The top of the bra’s cup barely covered her nipples any more.

“Wow,” James muttered. His tongue felt heavy and thick. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as Barbara undressed him. The buttons on his shirt proved too difficult for her trembling fingers. More than ready to feel his bare skin against hers, he grabbed the middle button and tried to undo it. His own fingers proved too dumb as well, so he hooked the two sides of the shirt and pulled. In a spray of buttons, the shirt tore baring his heaving chest. Her hands went to his skin immediately, and he sighed at the cool touch. He’d always been thin and almost anemic, but looking down he saw the effects of the pill rapidly taking place. His chest broadened while hers grew heavy with new flesh. Muscle grew rapidly underneath his skin, and new strength coursed through his body.

Barbara leaned in to give him light kisses as her hands worked at his belt. His violent ripping of his shirt set her desire to a new level. She would have been embarrassed about the wetness of her underwear if she’d been the Barbara from that morning. She was quickly accepting that the old her, the hesitant her, was disappearing. Barbara ached for James and wanted to feel his cock in her hand. The belt and pants fell down his body as he kicked away his shoes. His boxer shorts contained a sizeable bulge. Barbara’s mouth watered at the thought of it. She’d never considered putting a man’s cock in her mouth before. She’d even been a little grossed out when her girlfriends talked about it, but now, after the little pill, she almost hungered for it. Her need grew stronger by the second.

James grabbed two greedy handfuls of her wonderful breasts, pushing them up in the bra. The pressure made Barbara realize her growing tits felt different. Instead of soft pillows on her chest, they felt heavy and full. Quickly she unclasped the bra and let it fall away. James’s cock twitched as her breasts dropped into view. Huge, round white tits with bright pink nipples wobbled just inches from him. His hands returned to the fleshy mounds, lifting them up and squeezing as Barbara gasped. Her hands did not remain idle either. Moving down to his boxers she pulled the band down far enough that James’s cock sprung free. While he massaged her tits in fascination, Barbara took his cock in her hand causing him to shiver from head to toe. The fleshy rod fit perfectly in her palm, coating the base of her hand with a gooey precum.

“It’s so big,” she whispered.

James was incoherent for a few seconds as she naturally started to stroke him back and forth. Finally, he managed to mutter, “the pills are supposed to make it…different.”

As if on cue, Barbara felt his cock pulse in her hand. She put her hand on one spot and felt it as each of James’s heartbeats pushed new vigor into his manhood. In a matter of seconds, he’d grown another inch, and Barbara desperately wanted to have it inside of her. She let go of him and quickly pulled down her underwear. Any shyness she once had was gone. Both of them entirely naked, they pressed their bodies together. Barbara’s breasts ached with the full feeling as she pushed them into James’s newly muscular chest. His thick cock pushed against her stomach as his hands roved down her back and took two handfuls of her ass. She hadn’t thought about it, but as his touch excited her, she realized that rump was a little bigger as well. She’d heard that some men like a woman’s ass to be big and round, and she hoped her new posterior pleased James. If the flow of precum was any indication, it certainly did.

She laid down on the soft pallet and James followed, hovering over her as they continued to kiss. She could feel his cock sliding along her inner thigh. Her pussy burned with desire, but the pressure in her breasts was getting to be too much. James seemed to notice her discomfort. Taking his thumb and forefinger he took hold of her hard nipple and squeezed. To both of their surprise, a jet of bright white milk sprayed out and splashed against James’s chest before dripping down onto her own pale stomach. For the briefest moment, she was mortified, but James immediately lunged for the nipple with his mouth. His lips closed around the red bud, and his tongue swirled before he sucked. Barbara let out a yelp of pleasure as the pressure decreased and milk flooded into James’s mouth. With his free hand, he grabbed the back of her leg and hoisted it up, letting him move his cock to push against her pussy lips. He hesitated.

“Yes, do it…fuck me while you suck my tits.”

James pushed. Barbara’s hand grabbed the back of his head, her fingers snaking into the curls of his hair and pulling him hard against her chest. His thick cock pushed inside with ease. She’d expected to feel pain or discomfort, but instead she felt full and complete. He moaned around her nipple as the warmth of her pussy enveloped him. She clenched down, not wanting him to pull out, but nature took its course and he started to withdraw only to push inside her again. Barbara didn’t think anything could surpass the feeling of being full of cock as a hungry mouth drained her milk. She changed her mind as the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her built her pleasure to heights she could barely understand.

The nipple slipped free as he swallowed a mouthful of the creamy milk. James couldn’t believe his luck and cursed his foolishness for waiting so long. If sex were even half as good as this, he’d been a fool wait even a moment. He pushed in to the root of his newly thick cock and kissed Barbara deeply. Their tongues swirled around one another before he broke away and went to her other creamy breast to take his fill once more. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Barbara’s legs wrapped around her lover, pulling him into her with each stroke. She was so close and needed him to finish. She knew what it could mean and didn’t care. She wanted to feel him cum inside her. She wanted to be claimed, to be bred. It became clearer by the minute. Her thoughts raced as his rhythm slowed. His cock twitched inside of her. She went rigid as the first wave of molten cum sprayed inside of her. His arms wrapped around her tightly, pulling her to him as she shook. Wave after wave of indecipherable pleasure rocked her body until tears streamed down the corners of her eyes. He gently kissed her forehead as his cock emptied itself inside of her.

Finally, she stopped quaking and went limp in his arms. He gently rolled over and dropped beside her. Both of them heaved to catch their breath as sweat trickled down their bodies. “That was amazing,” he breathed.

“You’re not kidding,” she said with a smile. Her breasts wobbled on her chest with even the slightest movement. One of the nipples continued to dribble a slow leak of milk. If this is just half a dose, what does the full dose feel like. “James, this might sound crazy, but —”

“— We should get married?” he finished. “Hank was already planning to get hitched with Vera after tonight. We can do it at the same time as them.”

In response, Barbara got up and went over the card table. She grabbed the wax paper and came back over to James. He couldn’t believe his luck as he watched her hips sway back and forth. She handed him one of the pills while taking the other for herself. “I’ll be a good little hucow wife as long as you let me play with that cock of yours.” She put the pill on her tongue, and he did the same. They kissed as the pills rolled down their throats.

In the background, the radio crackled, “And remember, Milktec is for America!”