MOLLY<br/><br/>Everything seemed to fold in on itself twisting in tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter, the feeling in my belly building up and up to a point beyond what was bearable. I was helpless in the grip of such ecstasy. I suppose cows were lucky, they seemed to get these intense rushes of pleasure easily. As soon as I was mounted I was almost always off, gasping and howling and spasming. Several peaks in a row was common for me and once or twice when the farm hands had formed a long queue to mate with me one after the other I had blacked out from the intensity of it...<br/><br/>Then I felt Musco doing that thing, reaching that point. I keened and tensed, squeezing him tight, despite the sharpness of the barbs down his length when suddenly with a strange mewling sound he stiffened and I felt intense heat fill me so deep. I squeezed again, gripping him as his gushingness inside me sent me one final time over the edge and into another gasping shuddering storm of pleasure.<br/><br/><em>Four? Did he give me four happy times? Uh, my... oh wow...</em>I collapsed down on my front on the soft grass and rolled on my side, my body a haze of pain, stinging and satisfied heat and softness. I felt raspy dry licking on my legs and back and giggled at the tickling.<br/><br/>The licking stopped and Musco slinked around beside me and bumped my shoulder. I lifted an arm and wrapped it round his waist, drawing him against me, squishing him to my front.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Moo-thing? Are you hap...happy now? Give milk to Musco? Musco did good thing, yes? Felt warm and funny and happy!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Mhmnmm..."</strong>I sighed contentedly, beginning to drift towards sleep in the warm sun,<strong>"Musco did good thing, yes."</strong><br/><br/>I leaned forwards and kissed him. Kissing was something that comes naturally to cows. They kiss like men do, or so it seems - or at any rate, this one does. I drew his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it a little like I knew the men like me to suck on their thick stiff nice-tasting rods. I broke away and nuzzled his nose a bit.<br/><br/><strong>"Moll-ee likes Muss-co. Muss-co's a good little fucker."</strong>I giggled against him, snuggling tighter and feeling the pain in my back and legs and between my legs subsiding. I seemed to glow happily all over, the throb between my thighs was lovely and the mingled stringing mass of me and Muss-co slipping out of my body felt wonderful.<br/><br/><strong>"Milk? Want to drink?"</strong>I rolled more onto my side and loosed my grip around the Cat-boy a little so he could slide down slightly and get his mouth near my teats. It was later now and my four udders had filled again, they were big and swollen, ready soon for evening milking in a short while.