Cow

I was in bed with Sheri the night of our afternoon fun with Karen. Sheri was lying with her leg hooked across mine and her arm on my chest, while my hand gently traced around her back. Her soft skin always felt so warm and inviting. We were chatting quietly about how great it had been that afternoon, and that we both wanted to see Karen again. We agreed that she was amazing. I knew she was amazing, and I wanted to find out more. I told Sheri how lucky she was to get all that attention lavished on her. I don't know if she saw those little looks that Karen was giving me - she didn't say anything and didn't seem to mind if she did. Sheri was pretty open like that. I wondered to myself if that meant she had no problems with being with other guys, but I didn't want to go down that train of thoughts at the moment.

I told Sheri about a blog I had read earlier on the net. "There was this woman in the blog, who had really big lactating tits, and it made her feel like a cow, when she was on all fours with her tits hanging underneath her. And her husband actually milked her tits into a bowl and then fucked her like a cow."
Sheri laughed. "Really? That's weird..."
"Yeah, I know", I said. "But I really liked it. It was really hot somehow, the thought of this guy fucking his wife like a cow".
"Soooo.....", said Sheri. "What are you saying here? You want to fuck me like a cow? Is that it? You want me to wear a cow bell and put some horns on?"
"Do cows have horns, or is that only the bulls?", I asked, feeling like a dumb city guy.
"Don't change the topic", said Sheri, as she propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. "Do you really like that idea?"
"Well, it made me feel pretty horny. I think it's the idea of you on all fours, waiting docilely to be fucked, you know, like being serviced by your bull".
"You're weird, Simon. I like it", Sheri said with a smile.

I was starting to get excited by the idea now. "You know, you could be on all fours, sticking your butt into the air, pushing your pussy out, waiting to take my load. And I could have rubber gloves on and lube your ass and your pussy up with oil and then shove my cock into your pussy and cream you..." My voice trailed away as I pictured the scene.
"Rubber gloves?", asked Sheri.
"Yeah", I said. "Like those yellow ones under the sink."
"O....kayyyy", said Sheri. "I would need some gloves too, if you ever needed milking. What about if you were on all fours, with your one long, thick udder hanging down between your legs and I milked you into a bowl".
"Oh fuck....", I groaned. "Now that is hot. See what I think of that idea?" I took Sheri's hand from my chest and moved it down to my fattening cock. She curled her fingers around my cock and pulled my skin back and forth, making me grow harder and harder in her hand.
"Mmmm... my bull is ready for milking, is he?", Sheri purred.
"Mmmm baby I love how you love to make me cum", I whispered back to her.
"I'm tired, though, baby. I have to get up early tomorrow", Sheri sighed as she let go of my cock.
"Awww, you can't make me all hard and then leave it at that. That's not fair", I grumbled.
"OK, let's make it quick then, baby", Sheri said.
I laughed quietly. "Oh, the romance". But I flung the covers back off of us, revealing my long cock resting hard on my stomach.

Sheri knew how to satisfy me quickly. She rested her head on my stomach, her blond hair spread across my abs. She took my cock in her hand and said "Fuck my face, baby...".
"Oh, Sheri....", I whispered as she parted her lips and moved the tip of my cock to her mouth with her hand. She slid her lips over my crown and I smoothed the hair away from her face and pushed her head further down, pushing my cock into her mouth. She lay still as I held her head to my stomach with my two hands and started lifting my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around over my tip inside her mouth, probing the edge of my helmet and licking my seeping precum from the eye of my dick. My heart beat faster in my chest and I lifted my hips higher and higher, sliding my cock in and out past Sheri's wet lips, her ear pressing hotly against my heaving stomach. I grunted "nnnnhhhnnnnnn" as I held one hand to her forehead and one to the back of her neck and fucked her face harder and harder. Sheri was moaning around my cock, her voice muffled by my meat, because I told her once that I liked that.

"Oh yeah, here it comes", I growled as I felt my muscles coiling, ready to shoot my cum out of my swelling cockhead. I held Sheri's head still and jammed my cock into her mouth and as my tip touched the back of her throat I grunted and shot my load of cream down her throat. The muscles at the base of my cock spasmed a few times, shooting jets of my sperm into her mouth... such blessed release. As I finished, I relaxed my grip on her head and let her pull off of me with a gasp for air. Sheri swallowed noisily with a gulp as the last of my cream slid down her throat. She reached down and grabbed my cock hard, pulling her tight fist up my length, squeezing the last drops of cum from my cockhead. She touched her pursed lips to my tip and sucked the last little bead of sticky cum from me, and swallowed that too.

She grabbed the corner of the covers that I had thrown back and pulled them back over us and flopped down onto her pillow. "Better?", she asked.
"You're amazing...", I sighed.
"Ha, you don't deserve me", she said. "Good night".
"Good night, baby", I said, and turned out the bedside light.