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[b]Story:[/b]

I'd met Janet through a friend-of-a-friend. She'd moved from a small farm town to the "big city" of Omaha for college, and worked for a local accounting firm for a few years. I say "big city" since to me, it was nothing compared to where I grew up in Los Angeles. She'd finally dragged me out to one of her family gatherings on her family farm out in rural Nebraska. As the evening quieted down, she took me by the hand and sneaked me out to the barn, us both giggling excitedly.

"FINALLY, been wantin' to take yer out here for a while now."

She grins and lays back on the haystack. The evening is cool, and I can still hear the commotion from the farmhouse. I'd always heard of the quiet coziness of farm life, but I'd never gotten the chance to experience it myself. Growing up in the city, everything was always bustling, a go-go-go attitude. Here life was slower, and more vivid in every way.

Well, maybe that was just the tent pitching in my pants talking.

She grinned at me, already having slipped her overalls off, and lied back on the haystack, spreading her legs and raising an eyebrow at me.

"Well, ya gonna join me, city boy?"

Her teasing didn't last long, and soon I joined her in the haystack. Despite looking soft in movies, it's a bit prickly, and in all honesty I prefer a bed any day. But I was too horny to care, and the thrill of it was too enticing to resist. As I hovered over her, the warmth of the haystack cradled us both, the scent of fresh hay mingling with the earthy aroma of the barn. Her cocky grin faltered as I slipped inside, and her eyes rolled back, a moan of pleasure releasing all the pent-up stress that family gatherings bring.

We fucked like that for a while, quickly turning the cool, crisp barn air into, a steamy, sweaty mess. The cows in the barn had been sleeping, but our fun must've woke a few of them up. Their gently moos filled the night air. I was too occupied to care much about shushing them.

As I thrust deeper, her body began to shift beneath me. At first, it was subtle—her nipples growing larger, the skin around them thickening and turning a pale, rosy blush. She instinctively reached over and weaned them.

"Oh my god... don't stop"

Her breathing became more frantic and shallow, moans more sporadic as she surrendered the last of her composure. Her belly swelled, and I felt a strange warmth as thick, plump udders began to form, hanging low and full. A lusty fog filled my head and I gripped them, tugging at their leathery handles. Jets of white milk squirted out with each tug, yet they still grew fatter and plumper with every thrust.

"Ffffuck... Ah... I... I can't stop... lactating...", she groaned, her eyes rolling back. Her moans grew deeper, her face elongating, with tufts of short speckled white and black fur growing like moss on a tree.

I couldn't speak, too lust drunk to question what at all was happening, and leaned for a deep, sloppy kiss. Her lips were now thick and plump, her tongue, which previously danced daintily with mine, now tunneled deep into my throat like a thick, leathery snake. Our lips parted, and another thrust into her forced out a sound that quickly turned into a low moo.

"MMMOOOOOoo... mmmMMOOOOoo... MMMMOOOOOOO"

"Gooood cow, let it all out~" The words escaped my lips almost automatically. I looked down at the large, swollen-uddered cow that was once my girlfriend. Her pussy had become puffy, and gripped my cock like a vice as I pumped into her with a heat-like frenzy. Her hands, now hooves, scraped against the hay as she completely lost the ability to speak, her cries now helpless, guttural moos. Her breasts had ballooned in size, bouncing against her set of fat udders, milk jetting out with every thrust.

The smell of fresh hay and the warmth of the barn enveloped us as we continued our animalistic fucking. I reached down and groped one of her udders, squeezing it hard, feeling the thick, leathery skin give way under my fingers. She moaned loudly, her entire body shaking as she climaxed, milk spurting out of her udders in thick, white streams.

I could feel my own orgasm building, the heady mix of lust and adrenaline coursing through my veins. The the musky scent of animal heat mixing with the sweet tang of fresh milk, her udders swaying heavily with each thrust, and the wet vice grip of her swollen pussy was too much for me to resist. I matched her breathing, out lips meeting in a sloppy kiss as I shuddered and plunged a deep into her.

Man, I love country girls.