Chapter 3

I took a turn driving the tractor. There’s no great skill in keeping parallel to the combine. But it was important. We got the barley harvest in. Okay, the wheat was bread for us, but the barley, that was for beer. That left Sparky supervising the milking. We didn’t discuss things the morning after, but I can say he looked even more worn than I did. I wondered how he’d look after a day in the parlour.

We sat down to supper that evening. Sarah did us proud. Okay, I can now say she always does us proud, but this is in retrospect. Sparky was looking a bit worn. Over the meal, Jake had a suggestion.

“We have enough food to see us through to next autumn. However, the demand for our dairy products is high. Right now, we’re coping, but I would recommend finding another one or two women to train, sir.”

“I have no idea how to go about that, Jake.”

“But I do. If the phones work, we might get a line on some suitable candidates. If we can’t, it’s a dealer or an auction. The point is, there’s lead time in dairy farming. It takes several weeks to get a woman lactating, and weeks more to get the production up.”

“Well, I have to take your advice, Jake. You know what you’re doing. I might have reservations about the way the women are treated, but they seem to be content. Hopefully, what Sparky and I have started will make them more content.”

Because I’d been on the tractor all day, more or less, after supper it was time to deal with the evening milking. I might have taken ‘two and four’ like Sparky the previous evening, but rather I took one and three again. The women had caught on that Sparky and I were going to be a regular fuck and had worked out a rota between them. So group one, the older women, I fucked Flower. But I got a hug and a kiss from Nettie and Molly too. Then it was time for Sparky to show up.

“How are you doing, Sparky?” I asked as he began to wash the group two breasts.

“Pretty good, Boss. I’m coping. In fact, I’m surprised. I’m getting it up with no trouble and if I go a long time the girls are pleased.”

“Fair enough.” So I left him to it.

Group three were the ‘not interested in bed’ group, so I had Blossom. Cleaned up, and left as Sparky was entering with his three.

I wondered about the changed shifts but decided it didn’t really matter. I was really only concerned about my bed-mate for the night. I shrugged and went to the master suite. There, Buttercup was already in bed. I went on with my routine.

When I was ready for bed, I went there, not bothering to dress. My erection led the way.

“What do you want me to do, sir?” Buttercup, naked, spread open on my bed.

“No, Sweetie. Not what I want. What do you want?”

Her eyes widened. “Really?” She stared at me. “Gertie told me what you did with her. That sounded lovely. Would it be okay to do that to me?”

“Absolutely! And you can tell me if you want anything a little different, or in a different order.”

“Thank you, sir! Just to let you know, I haven’t had any real cock today at all, and I had a bath before coming here.”

That was thoughtful of her. I wasn’t keen on the thought of licking Sparky’s spunk out of any of the women. But it was no problem to make love to this pretty girl. A kiss on the lips – with some tongue – some attention to her breasts and nipples, resulting in just a little milk, and I kissed my way down to her mound and found there plenty of sweet juice. I also found her clitoris. She keened through a couple of orgasms before I didn’t want to wait any longer. My rigid cock was aching for her pussy, and oh, the pleasure as I sank into her. Like Gertie, she was very responsive, and my entry and my moving in her, resulted in several more orgasms. When I came, her final one wiped both of us out, and we slept. Slept, that is, until she tried to sneak out to be milked.

Unlike the previous night, there was another girl already there being milked. I got Buttercup settled, and a third girl came in, Dottie. As I was there, I washed her tits and settled her to be milked too, by which time the other girl, Penny, was ready to finish. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as I cleaned the cups she’d used, and left. Buttercup had a few minutes left, and I did as I had with Gertie, and stroked her hair. She, too, took my cock in her mouth.

We returned to bed, hand in hand. Enjoyed sixty-nine, and coupled, this time with Buttercup riding on top. That worked well, as, when we were both finished, she flopped down on top of me, and we finished the night like that. Once more, she tried to get out of bed without disturbing me.

“Buttercup?”

“Sir?”

“Was this what you were hoping for? Was it good?”

“Oh, yes sir! I want it again!”

“That’s good, because I really enjoyed it too. I look forward to, what, a couple of nights later?”

“Yes, sir. Gertie tonight, Clarabelle tomorrow night. But I need to go, now. I can manage. You have things you need to do, I think.”

“I suppose I do, Sweetie. Off you go.” I was pretty sure Jake would be in the parlour to look after the first milking in the morning, and I was right. For myself, I got up, washed, dressed, and went for breakfast. I wasn’t the first. Dottie, Blossom and Penny were already there, tucking in to a substantial breakfast. I soon had mine in front of me, and a cup of coffee, rather weak. I knew that Sarah was looking into getting some chicory as a substitute, but Sparky and I had agreed to reduce our caffeine consumption so as to reduce the possibility of withdrawal symptoms. The rest of the girls drifted in in ones or twos over half an hour, followed by Jake. Only the older three hadn’t been milked, and were eating their breakfasts.

“Are you up for a drive this morning?” Jake asked me as he ate his breakfast.

“Sure. Where to?”

“There’s a man a few miles away with a girl to sell. I don’t like him much, but if we don’t buy her I’m not sure what will happen to her. Better she comes here. The price is right, anyway.”

“Sounds good.” As I spoke, the three older women stood. “I’ll come with you, ladies.”

They smiled and one of them giggled as I stood.

“Thanks,” Jake told me. “I know they can manage, but it’s better for them to have an attendant.”

In the parlour, I washed tits. “Whose turn is it this morning?” I asked, looking around at them.

“Mine,” said Molly. “It’s great getting a real cock on a regular basis.”

I was happy with that. Molly’s pussy was snug and hot, and her body shapely. Soon enough, the women’s tits ... I was tempted to call them udders ... were drained, the equipment was clean, and I went in search of Jake. That wasn’t difficult, he was in the office.

“Ready to go?” he looked up as I stood in the door.

“I’m ready,” I said. “Do you want to use the Wolf?”

He stared at me for a moment. “I don’t think so. For several reasons. Mainly, I like to give an impression of poverty. That’s one reason we’re getting this girl at a bargain price. No, we’ll take the farm estate car.”

The car was an elderly Corolla estate. The paintwork was dull, and the body displayed a few dents. However, I couldn’t see any significant defects. The tyres were excellent, for example. The engine started immediately, and ran smoothly, and Jake drove us out of the farm onto minor roads. The journey of maybe fifteen miles took over half an hour and I doubt that I could have easily retraced the route. But we drew up in front of a substantial house. The front door was opened by a scantily dressed woman, who ushered us into a reception room.

Some time later, perhaps twenty minutes, a naked young woman preceded a heavily-built, expensively dressed man into the room. I had difficulty suppressing my shock at her appearance. Obviously underweight, she was boyish. Androgynous is a good word. Of medium height for a woman, spare of figure, her breasts and hips were almost imperceptible. She had dark brown hair, which was shorn very short. I thought I could have counted every rib.

Negotiations took a few minutes, and we became her owners for a mere twenty pounds, which I thought ridiculous. But that wasn’t the end of things.

“Can I interest you in a milk-maid?” The man asked us, “I have one which is past her best, physically, and I’ve got a better-looking replacement.”

“We’ll certainly have a look,” Jake said.

The man left the room, leaving the girl standing next to me. “What’s your name, Lass?”

“Jessie, sir.” Her voice was barely audible.

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen, sir.”

“Thank you, Jessie.”

The man reappeared with an angular, bony woman, with large breasts ... okay, in this case, udders, and, let’s be kind, a homely face.

The negotiations this time took longer, but we paid fifty-five pounds for her. Again, that seemed low in the circumstances. But we left the house with the two naked women, loaded them into the back seat of the car, and handed them a blanket each before getting in ourselves and driving off.

Back at the farm, we sat our acquisitions in the kitchen with glasses of water and cake. They looked, unbelievingly, at the plates in front of them.

“Go on ... it’s for you. There’s something more substantial in a while.” Sarah told them. They tentatively picked up and nibbled the treat, both of them closing their eyes as the taste hit their tongues. We let them finish before asking questions. Betty, the milk-maid, told us that she was milked eight-hourly, but her output had dropped, the reason along with her appearance, for being disposed of.

“We’ll feed you up a bit,” Jake told her, looking at Sarah, who nodded, “And milk you four-hourly for a while, to see if we can get you going again. How old are you?”

“Thirty-two,” she answered quietly. “At least, I think so. I think I’ll make more milk for you if you feed me better.”

“I think that’s right. Now ... Jessie.”

“Sir?”