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me.’
    But the thought of those strong, expert hands on her swelling titties was absolutely fascinating for her. He couldn’t possibly know how to milk a girl. Could he?
    ‘I tell you, I could milk you just the way I milked this cow of yours. It’s something I learned from an old medicine man in the hills. Bring a new pail and I’ll milk you into it.’
    ‘You’re crazy.’
    ‘No, I’m not crazy.’ He adjusted his hat, smiling. ‘Look now, I’ll make you a wager, girl. Let me try to milk you with these hands of mine. If I don’t get any milk from you, I’ll work on this farm for free, and do any work that needs doing. How about that?’
    She looked at his big shoulders.
    ‘Well,’ she said, ‘I do have a lot of work that needs doing around the place. Someone has to fix the roof and the fences. But you’re crazy, working for no money.’
    ‘But I’ll win the wager. I’ll get plenty of milk from you, girl. And that’s the other side of the bargain. If I do get milk from those sweet tits you have there, I’ll still work free. I’ll still fix the place up for you. But you’ll become my own, private milk woman. I’ll get to milk you every day and use you as I wish, all the time that I’m here. How about that?’
    ‘You are insane.’
    ‘Why don’t we try it and see? Because you’re right, those fences do need fixing up. And the condition of that roof! Come the fall, you’ll have rain pouring in. What have you got to lose?’
    She hesitated. It was absolutely crazy, she knew. But more than just the work she needed done, she couldn’t stop thinking about those hands of his going to work on her breasts. What the hell would it feel like? She swallowed silently, aware of a tingle between her legs. The kind of tingle she got when she as lying in bed, alone, imagining having a man with her. Imagining his cock pounding inside her, as she caressed her sad, lonesome pussy.
    ‘Well,’ she said slowly. ‘It’s absurd, but yes, I’ll take your wager.’ She waggled her finger at him. ‘But you do all the labouring I need, you hear? For free.’
    ‘That’s the deal,’ he agreed. ‘All the labour you require, or the labour plus me milking you. That’s settled then.’         
    ‘Ok.’ She put her hands on her hips. ‘How do we do this?’
    He laughed.
    ‘For a start, I can’t do anything through that dress. Take it off.’
    She gulped. She realised she was doing something weird – but sometimes, you kind of need to. She unbuttoned her dress and pulled it up, over her head, and threw it to one side. She stood with hands on hips, letting him see her whole body.
    He whistled in appreciation, looking her up and down. He spent a long time studying her heavy, jug-shaped tits with their firm, cylindrical nipples of dark flesh, set in delicately bumpy areola discs. She watched him nodding slowly as he took in her flat, hard stomach and the clump of red-blonde pubic hair, knowing that below that he would see the plump lips of her cunt and the demure, virgin groove that ran between them. His eyes returned to her boobs.
    ‘Well, girl, if I can’t get some milk out of that superb pair that nature gave you, I’m not the man I think I am. Let’s begin. Bring a new pail or something for me.’
    She went to the corner and picked out a shiny tin bowl, knowing he would be watching her apple-shaped ass as she bent down. He might even see a glimpse of her pussy from the rear, with those two broad lips on show. The thought of that thrilled her. She brought the pail to him, and he took her by the hand and led her outside to an area of soft grass.
    ‘What if someone sees?’ she asked.
    ‘Then they’ll see me milking a fine, healthy woman.’
    He placed the bowl on the grass.
    ‘So what now?’ she said.
    ‘Get down like a cow, girl.’
    ‘Huh?’
    ‘Get down on your hands and knees, over the bowl. That’s the position you need to take.’
    ‘It’s humiliating, dammit.’
    In fact, though, it was