77 Milking 101 [2]

Noah's fingers clenched into Meira's plump tits, squeezing, and massaging the double-D mammaries with furtive motions. His eyes would frequently dart to Ilsa to make sure his groping… milking technique, was right. He kept Meira's slight, darker shaded nipples between his index and thumb, squeezing and squishing, twisting, and twirling all in the effort to milk her of some non-existent cream she was 'producing.'

All the while Meira was letting out dulcet moans and whimpers as she pushed her plump, rounded ass back and into his crotch. Burying his long-since-hardened shaft into the crevice formed by her skirt wrap falling between each of her voluminous ass cheeks. The grinding was slow yet was torturously harsh to him. His pants were rough and he'd yet to find himself any underwear to save him from the rough rubbing of his—thankfully—hooded glans.

As his motions continued, Meira began to grow a thin layer of sweat that only became thicker the louder and less restrained her moans rose. Like candy to his ears, they were whimpers of ecstasy. It was almost shocking to him how it seemed like she was on the verge of climaxing at any moment with only the undulations of his thin fingers teasing her teats, pointing them to an invisible bucket Ilsa had ordered him to imagine filling up with ever tugging pull of Meira's tits.

"That should be good." Just like that, Noah's motions halted slowly, and he turned his head to Ilsa. Beneath him Meira quivered with heat and too joined his glance to the side, questioning Ilsa with her eyes. "That's how you milk a holstaur," she said, arms still crossed. "Isn't anything more or less to it. Just make sure you don't miss." He looked to her cheeks, noticed a slight flush to them and a sway to her eyes as her thighs ground uncomfortably together.

'Is she… aroused?' he thought, though didn't voice it considering his own particular state of arousal.

Between his legs, his manhood twitched against Meira's cheeks, and she tensed her ass, squeezing it within those buns like a hotdog. Leaving now, he knew he would be walking funny for an hour, constantly shoving his shaft down between his legs or keeping it flat against his body by putting just beneath the belt—something he also didn't have—and that was not something he was particularly excited in dealing with. So, he did the only thing he could, at least, the only thing his brain could think of in the moment.

He kept still, stuck to Meira's body, hands on her tits squeezing them and sinking into her flesh letting it melt between his digits as Meira continued grinding her ass against him awaiting his first load or just tempting him to whip it out and ram it into her sodden, twitching hole.

"Oh, there's much, much more to milking a holstaur Ilsa love." Meira pushed off the counter and lifted her body enough to stretch herself and let her back make contact with Noah's chest. "Noah is after all an otherworlder." Ilsa stilled, her light blue orbs narrowed to slits but let Meira continue anyways. "He's free to breed his monsters. We should teach him how." Noah's expression contorted, lips falling open, eyes widening, and shaft twitching excitedly with a brain of its own.

Ilsa breathed in, her chest heaving as she turned up her head and puffed it out. Her expression stale like she'd expected the nymph to say that. "You must be joking." Ilsa ducked her gaze back to Meira, falling to her dangling tits and the way Noah was clenching them tightly. It brought her to a gulp of jealousy and tossed a lusting spark to the back of her eyes. Something she quickly hid behind eyelids and a turning away of her head. "No, deal was I'd teach him how to milk. I did that, we're done. If you want to screw him, do it on your own time, in your own house."

"Aww," Meira cooed, pushing free from Noah's grasp by straightening her back and giving him a 'slight' ass ramming to push him away, she stretched herself and looked down her body to her plump, round udders, just barely able to catch the redness of where Noah had been clutching her tits like a newborn baby before the colour faded, returning her chocolatey gloss in full. Crossing with a few steps towards Ilsa, Meira sidled around the stoic brothel/farm store owner and hooked an arm around her, holding her opposite shoulder with her left hand while the right softly teased Ilsa's upper right arm. Ilsa didn't move, instead casting the exotic, almost bellydancer-esque Venus the worst stink eye Noah had ever seen. "Look at him, he's absolutely delectable. And I can tell you, he's certainly got something to give us ladies." Meira winked his way and continued whispering into Ilsa's ear something he couldn't quite make out but could see it rising the girl's cheek shade redder, tickling the girl causing the little rounded ear to twitch cutely. But when her gaze fell to his scraggly beard, the shade visibly retracted to pale coldness

Speaking of Noah ducked down his hands to his crotch and kept his body inclined to the counter in an effort to hide his tented britches, hoping the blood swelling would quell at any moment. It didn't, at least, not at a speed he was finding particularly favourable. It certainly didn't help that Meira was looking at him like a lioness ready to pounce and devour his meat. He was on ends about the morality of such a thing. He wasn't into the whole being forced or forcing, but just looking at her… it made his heart quiver excitedly at the idea of burying himself between those tits and that ass… he couldn't even imagine what was down there waiting for him.

"No, I'm not being paid for that." Ilsa pushed Meira off, almost storming out of the chocolate goddesses grasp and around Noah to find herself settled behind her counter like it was a wall there to protect her chastity. "Just go."

A puff from Meira jerked Noah's gaze to the woman as she stepped up beside him, facing Ilsa all the while letting her hand closest to Noah dangle at her side. Following it a bit, he couldn't help but notice it snaking between him and the counter. Noah kept quiet even as he felt her on his thigh tickling up to his crotch and further before speaking, "well, that's perfectly fine then." She said, casting Noah a sly glance before she slowly began to sink lower, her legs bucking but hand holding the counter, as she went down and twisted towards Noah, saying, "but I could certainly do with some filling up. If you know what I mean."

Landing on her knees, Meira gripped his thighs and urged him to twist and face her. Noah didn't even bother to resist considering the numerous malfunctions occurring in his brain as he looked down at her. Gazing fully at her perfect tits, so large in fact that he swore he could dive into them and sink away into nonexistence. Just the idea of what they could do to him wrapped around his cock, it was an insanely alluring thought.

"No, no!" Ilsa just as quickly escaped her counter, storming like a bat out of hell around it with a fury to her eyes that told Noah that if he even thought about continuing 'this' she was going to grab one of the sheers and make sure he never got one up ever again. "Stop this right n-" before she could even finish, Meira hooked her fingers around Noah's pants hem and tugged them down, releasing his turgid manhood into the open. It curved back just a little and was thick enough that she doubted it could fit her pussy let alone her mouth. Ilsa froze while Meira cooed admirably at the hooded phallus before her.

"Ohhh, bigger than I thought."