Page 23 of M!lking Mina

Or maybe it was Patrick.

Probably some combination of all three.

During breakfast, she got to be Mina again. Topless Mina with her nipples out, but still Mina.

In her head, she’d kind of thought she’d be a hucow the entire time she was here, but now that she was living it, she was appreciating these moments just as much as the others. Patrick was so easy to talk to. Plus, he had great stories about the Ranch, some of which he was passing off after he’d heard them, but also plenty about the animals that he saw when he came to work with the cows.

Just listening about how so many of them had been rescued had Mina’s heart hurting. She was so glad they’d found good homes here too.

But as soon as breakfast was done, it was like a switch flipped in him and he was back to being a hucow owner… with his favorite hucow.

In short order, she found herself back on the bench, sheaths on her arms and legs so she couldn’t use her hands, her excitement rising already just from getting in position, knowing what was about to happen. Her pussy was wet and needy, and apparently didn’t care how sore it was from having been fucked twice the day before.

“Good girl,” Patrick murmured as he got the pump attached to her breasts and flicked it on.

Mina moaned at the sensation of the suction. Maybe it was because this pump was stronger than the one she used at home, but she could almost swear that she could feel something moving through her breasts, like she actually had milk that was going to spurt. Even if it was all in her head, she didn’t care, it felt real.

Moving around behind her, Patrick didn’t take very long to prep the plug before she felt it at the entrance of her bottom, hard and slick from the lubricant that had been slathered over it.

“This one is bigger than yesterday’s. Tomorrow we’ll use the biggest one and that will ensure you’re ready for my cock during tomorrow’s evening milking.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, as if he was discussing what they were going to be having for dinner tomorrow, and Mina thought her pussy might just explode.

But then he started to push the plug into her bottom.

The twin sensations of being milked while the plug began to push inside her, stretching her tight little bottom open, was enough to make her brain blank out for a moment. The plug was tapered, just like yesterday’s, but from the immediate way her entrance began to stretch, she knew the bulb was thicker than the one her tail had previously been attached to.

Rhythmic pulls at her nipples couldn’t distract her from the ache as her rear entrance was stretched wider and wider. Patrick didn’t just shove the plug in, he was working it into her. Pulling back, adding a bit more lube, twisting it as he pushed it deeper, stretching her wider.

Mina moaned and panted at the discomfort of her bottom being opened, her muscles squeezing and protesting and trying to push the invader out. It hurt. It cramped. But she didn’t ask him to stop.

The whole point was to take the discomfort for him because it pleased him. Because it was what he wanted to do to her. And the deeper the plug went as she whimpered and cried out and he didn’t stop, the more turned on she got.

When the bulb reached the widest part, she let out a cry, tears springing to her eyes at the sharp ache as her hole stretched to accommodate it, and then it slid fully inside her while she panted for breath. The narrower stem between the base and the bulb allowed her poor, stretched opening a little break, though she could still feel the thick length of the toy deep in her.

That was definitely bigger than yesterday’s.

And he thinks I need one size bigger before taking his cock tomorrow.

Mina didn’t know whether to cry or moan at the thought. Maybe both.

It ended up being a moan as Patrick gripped her hips and began to thrust his cock into her pussy. He must have added some of the lube that he’d used on the plug to help ease his entry, because she was wet, but he still slid in much faster and easier than he should have with just her natural lubrication.

The first thrust buried his cock in her to the hilt. Even though her pussy had adjusted to his proportions yesterday, she could feel her muscles stretching, straining, because of how fast and hard he filled her… but her body reveled in it.

“Oh fuck… you feel so damn good, my little Mina,” he said with a groan, and hearing her name as if he was using it in place of “hucow” made her pussy clench around him even tighter. The movement made her bottom ache as her muscles were forced to squeeze the toy inside her as well.

She was so damn full.

Yesterday she hadn’t thought she could get any fuller, and yet here she was, with an even bigger plug in her ass and her brawny cowboy’s cunt-destroying cock buried in her pussy again.

There couldn’t possibly be room for a bigger plug tomorrow.

Patrick started fucking her, riding her, using the rhythm of the pump to time his movements. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place while he pounded into her from behind.

All the control and restraint that he’d shown last night was gone now that she was hooked up to the milking machine, and her body gloried in his rough need.

Patrick

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