Page 17 of Petting Penelope
Penny had a big bust. Impressively large tits. So large that in US sizing they’d be a 36O; Penny said that sometimes, as if proud of them. “I grew them myself,” Penny had said once when she and Rachel were first scening together.
So after she got into place, they hang heavy beneath her. Beautifully full. She turned her head, huffed a blonde strand of hair out of her face, and then said, “Please milk me, Miss Rachel.”
Rachel started by caressing the underside of Penny’s breasts, running her fingers around the edge of her areolas, and then up until they grazed her nipples. She gasped and flinched away, but that only made her breasts sway back and forth, her nipples brushing over Rachel’s fingertips again and again.
Penelope didn’t try to speak. Instead, she lowed.
The sound awoke something in Rachel, and she started to pull at Penny’s breasts, tugging and pinching at her nipples,before going back to caressing them. Penelope clearly didn’t know what to expect next; it wasn’t as if she could see what Rachel was doing with her hands. Rachel sat below her, on a stool, her hands hidden beneath Penny’s body.
“Moo,” said Penelope again, the sound filled with longing.
“You’re such a good little cow,” said Rachel, leaning forward to whisper in Penny’s ear as she continued to milk her breasts. “So willing to be milked by your Domme. Ready for me.”
She mooed again, her eyes flickering to Rachel’s.
“Desperate for me.”
A shiver ran through Penelope’s body, and Rachel let her hand follow the tremor down the sub’s body. Her fingers danced across the top of the pink cow-print skirt, pausing to cup one arse cheek through the material.
“What would happen if I lifted this?” she asked, stroking over the top of the skirt. “Would I find you as willing as you appear to be? Would I find you wet, a drippy little moo, desperate for me?”
Penelope squirmed on the milking bench, each movement hitching her skirt higher and higher.
“Keep moving like that, Strawberry Moo, and you’ll display yourself to me.”
There was a pause, before Penny squirmed more vigorously, tacitly giving Rachel permission to go further.
Slowly, Rachel ran her fingers down until she reached the hem of Penny’s skirt, pausing there until Penelope wriggled impatiently, and then flipped it up and over her arse in a swift movement.
“Oh,” breathed Penelope. Her eyelids were fluttering, and Rachel could see her fingers trembling.
“More, little moo?”
“Yessssssss,” she whispered. “Mooooooo-re.”
The gusset of her underwear was sodden, wet through, and as Rachel drew a finger up against the wetness, Penelope shivered.
“My darling hucow, look how wet you are. Is it because you want to be all filled up?”
The moos came fairly regularly now, so intensely and desperately that they were almost indistinguishable from moans.
Rachel let her right hand drift back down to Penny’s breasts, pinching each nipple and rolling them between her fingers. She wanted Penelope to ache, so that when she finally touched her between her thighs, it’d make the release all the more sweet.
The blonde woman’s hips started moving now, seeking Rachel’s fingers every time she lifted them from the sodden material of the underwear. At one point, Penny even tried to slam her thighs shut and trap Rachel’s hand in place, which made Rachel laugh heartily.
“Oh you really are desperate, aren’t you, my little moo. Okay then, as you’ve shown me you want it so desperately…” She pulled the knickers to the side, and circled Penny’s clit with her thumb. Hips spasmed and Penny almost groaned in relief.
“More?”
The moo that answered her was so enthusiastic that Rachel knew what she had to do next.
“Yes? You want to get all filled up?”
“Yes.” Penelope’s voice sounded hoarse, as if she’d been screaming for hours—and Rachel had only really just begun.
“Good girl,” she said, and filled her up.
CHAPTER 15
