Chapter 4

[Molly, Rachael, Chloe, Nicky, her mum Steph, her stepsister Natalie and Dwayne are all real. Other characters and all events are fictional]

Having finished sixth-form college, the four 18-year-old girlfriends Molly, Rachael, Nicky and Chloe are relaxing in the sand dunes, celebrating their recent ‘A’ level results with a large coolbox of beer and some chilled dildos.

It’s not actually a nudist beach, but by the third can, the girls don’t seem too concerned about the amount of succulent, oiled flesh on show as Molly ties Chloe’s wrists above her head using a discarded bikini top.

“When did you realise just how submissive you have become, slut?”

Nicky and Rachael, wearing denim shorts with an open rear zip, had gone off to the beach shop to restock the cold beer, leaving Molly to play with her sub. “And don’t forget to bring back some hot talent - this one’s nearly asleep.”

After a good slap, Chloe resumed trying to push her tongue through the openings in Moll’s crochet bikini bottoms to slurp down her favourite nectar.

Suddenly two blokes in leather motorcycle gear were standing very close, ogling the bare, oiled breasts and passionate lesbian coupling.

“Molly, isn’t it? I’d recognise that red hair anywhere!”

Chloe stopped licking and sat up trying to cover her nakedness.

“Fuck Me, babe” she moaned. “How do you know these two hunks?”

“Back on your knees, slut. These two are from the Mother’s Milk Farm and have to keep the resident teens fully pregnant every week. Let me introduce Dave and Pete. Sorry guys I hardly recognised you with clothes on.”

Dave and Pete took this as an invitation to strip off and start to fondle the two hot beach babes.

Chloe groaned as Dave slipped a hand between her legs, opening them wider to accept his long fingers.

Molly, on the other hand, slapped Pete’s face when he tried the same trick, pushing him down into the sand, straddling his waist.

“Ask nicely and I might let you play with my tits.”

“Please Mistress, can I stroke your lovely breasts with these unworthy hands?”

Molly found herself getting quite aroused by the oily tit massage and watching Dave fucking Chloe’s throat only inches away.

Pete explained that life at the farm had gone mad since their school visit two years ago. Although there had been a steady decline in UK teenage pregnancy rates over the last decades, very young, frightened, pregnant girls kept turning up during lockdown, needing to be accommodated until giving birth.

“Remember the Playroom where we both fucked you senseless? That had to be converted into an isolation suite for new entrants and now we’ve added a whole new wing for the under sixteens.”

Molly untied her damp bikini bottoms and shifted up his body to lower her pussy onto Pete’s face for some attention.

Dave carried on updating while pleasuring Chloe. “So obviously no Natural Insemination allowed in there; it’s back to AI if they want to stay HuCows. We’ve got this fancy new robotic sex machine that reproduces our thrusts then delivers the sperm without us ever touching the little darlings.”

Dave could sense Chloe, who hadn’t been on that school trip back in 2019, was now well fucked, but still confused.

“Sorry, explain that all again. Do you mean that pregnant underage girls kept turning up to have their unwanted sprogs and suckle them for a few days? Then the babies were given up for adoption, but the milk kept flowing.”

“Yep, that’s right, you gorgeous cock-sucker. Keep that up and you’ll have another mouthful. You remember Lizzy Jones, our Sex Ed teacher. She helped design the milking parlour so the HuCows could kneel and drop their tits into the suction cups whenever they wanted.”

“OK, I get that bit; but where did you and Pete fit in?”

“So, we collected the jars of warm milk and delivered them to the neonatal unit at the local hospitals for mums that couldn’t or wouldn’t breastfeed. Some of the nurses fancied a motorbike courier in leather, so we got plenty of extra action.”

Chloe stopped sucking for a moment, fingers in her pussy, still confused.

“So tell me about the insemination back at the farm. Was it you that kept the girls pregnant so they kept producing milk?”

“Exactly, my little lover; the machine that Molly and Rachael saw just had a powered dildo at the back end to keep the girls happy while milking. Sometimes we stood there instead and fed a live cock into each slick pussy, usually once a week, just to be sure. The vacuum pumps were improved too, so not just the nipple, but the whole breast is stimulated to keep the lovely creamy milk flowing; the girls loved it.”

“But what about isolation during lockdown and those girls under sixteen?”

“That’s the clever bit. Lizzy designed a sort of glory hole through the glass wall, where we could stand outside the sealed milking parlour and fuck a robot vagina. It provides haptic feedback from sensors all around the girl’s body below the waist. It reproduced our thrusting into them, and their level of arousal back to us, finally delivering the sperm through the robot cock high into the HuCow pussy; a brilliant mix of Artificial Intelligence and Artificial Insemination.”

“I guess you weren’t actually having sex with the youngsters, so it will be interesting to see what the censors make of this chapter.”

In between gulping down mouthfuls of Molly’s pussy cream, Pete somehow managed the odd sentence. “Lisa is now on her fifth and is in charge of all fundraising ... Money keeps flowing in from sponsorship and the milking webcam sessions ... The new couriers hate the rules about not wasting any sperm on oral or anal.”

Chloe sucked her man dry; grinning like the Cheshire Cat, then moved over trying to jack Pete off between her tits.

Molly slapped her for still being a filthy slut, then taking full control of his erection in a magnificent reverse-anal-cowgirl, bringing them both to a shuddering orgasm.

Just then Rachael and Nicky returned with a crate of cold beer and two well hung black bikers in tiny Speedos.

“Remember that hot little Muslim girl, Iqra? She must have been having triplets; her belly was so swollen, but absolutely refused to undress for the machine. She didn’t have any milk yet, like several of the first-timers, but just loved the sex. So she just lay on her back, feet in the stirrups, insisting the blinds be drawn. She always demanded anal, so tight ... So tight.”

Molly licked her lips, pulling Rachael down into the sand by the collar for a good tonguing, while Nicky and Chloe celebrated their ‘A’ level results by more drinking and groping the 4 guys.

The two new guys were helping Chloe apply her suntan oil internally on the end of an empty beer bottle, while Dave and Pete were all over Nicky, using their slick erections back and front.

Dwayne was playing his latest video from the new combined robotic fucking / milking machine, featuring a gorgeous, heavily pregnant, black teenager being simultaneously inseminated and milked towards another orgasm.