MOLLY<br/><br/>By the time Muss-co had finished I was in a bit of a state. I always get like this when I'm being milked, my teats are soooo sensitive, they ache and get hard and tingle and little darts of pleasure zap down inside me to my other place. All the time the Cat-boy suckled I was lying there wanting to mate again. From time to time I'd moan and arch my back it was so nice and when he finished and lay on top of me and I felt his hardness had returned all I could do was kiss his nose and roll slowly over, pushing him off. I lifted my behind once more and spread my sopping wet thighs.<br/><br/><strong>"Mhoooore! Mhoreee!"</strong>I mooed, once again needing it, needing that happy feeling.<br/><br/>Muss-co seemed happy to play more fun games and soon stood up, crawled around behind me - I swung my head to watch him all lean and pink, he was an unusual cat - and gave him a wink of encouragement. Before long his hardness was poking enthusiastically against my thighs again. I shifted position and soon, with a small feral cry he came into just the right place and I grunted happily and began to call out louder and louder as he mated with me again...!<br/><br/><strong>"Uhm, humn, hngnm, mhourhm, mhoohmmnn, hnmgnn, mhoom, mho, nyoour, nngnnm...!"</strong>I moaned and gasped as each hard push drove air out of my chest. He lasted longer this time and I'd wailed myself eagerly to two more happy sharp white-heat moments and was wobbly on my legs before he let out a savage mewling and filled me with yumminess again...<br/><br/>We spent the next few hours mating in the long grass. Muss-co would take me then finish but usually I had two or three pleasures before he did. Then he'd scramble under me, nudging and nuzzling to make me flop on my side so he could lie across my udders in the sun. I dozed off several times and each time I'd awaken feeling his bristly hard nice thing between us again. What an eager cat-boy he was! A real Tom!<br/><br/>So I'd get up on all fours and thrust my wet slimy rear out at him and lift my tail and he'd climb up and we'd do it again... and again... and again...<br/><br/>Ohmyyessssagain...nyynngnnmmm...<br/><br/>The sun was sinking as we fell down one more time and gasping I lay on my back, thighs spread all floppy-wide and my whole lower half slimy with my happy stuff and his happy cream, all runny out of me nicely. I flicked my tail around from under me and he did his and that kept those nasty flies away.<br/><br/>Cat-boy fell asleep with one of my teats in his mouth and I dozed too.<br/><br/><em>Surely milking time soon...?</em><br/><br/><em>Mmm, milking... Moll-ee likes milky time. The clear sucker cup thingies that slip over my sensitive teats and then cling on hard in those lovely jumpy sucky beats they do, all four of them making Moll-ee's big full udders wobble and sway...</em>Shuusssh-khak! Pshuussh-khak! They went, sucking and click-clacking and making me moo with joy. I found myself restless again, my body tingling at the thought of the evenings fun that lay ahead for me in the milking stall. Often men-people came to mate with me while I was clamped into the stall, all four legs immoble and almost set up in the mating position just in case. Funny that...<br/><br/><em>Mmm, mating... and... Mnmm, milking... and? Milking? Had I thought of being milked today? What time was it? Grass? No. Not hungry... Milking time? Moll-ee like milking time...</em>