Milking 101 [1]

Noah gaped, a lump in the back of his throat tried to drop but it seemed eternally plastered in place. Before him Meira was leaning over Ilsa's counter, her hands pressed softly against the rounded wood edge while she simultaneously pushed out her ass and kept her legs apart in a wide triangle that stabilized her properly. The wrap covering her modest feel, conforming lightly to the crevice of formed between her two voluminous buttocks. Higher up, Noah fell onto the slight protrusion of her spine, she was thin, though not unusually so but still, the way her chocolately skin pulled over her bones bringing with it dimples and bumps, it gave this fine texture to her form that broke up the otherwise flat and smooth surfaces.

Looking to Ilsa, the girl looked at Meira closely, analyzing her posture to ensure it was the best one to teach him how to milk a holstaur. Pushed off the counter with arms straight, her body bent at the hips to an almost ninety degree angle, emphasis on almost, so her bosom could hang over whatever bucket was to have the milk squirted and collected inside of.

When Ilsa nodded approvingly, Noah could tell with this twisting of his Earth morality filled heart, that he was to do something so debauched it was deviant to most all people of his homeworld.

Ilsa looked to him as a howl of wind whizzed past outside, the scent it dragged along barely able to pierce through the gaps in the doorway. "Starting off I would say doing it from behind would be the easiest." He twitched at that, it was a double entendre, though both entendres were sexual in nature. "So just push yourself into Meira's back."

"Right," he glanced down to the woman's rump, it looked soft like it could swallow his hand whole if he tried to grab it. He could feel a tightness rising in his pants as blood rushed to his 'head' quickly he tore his gaze away and puffed out slow, calming breaths before looking back.

By then Meira was smirking over her shoulder, revelling in his reactions finding them 'cute' and pleasing to that little churning sensation Noah's radiant ethos was causing with every moment they were together. Meira then swayed her ass slowly back and forth, teasing him, offering it to him like a piece of meat on a silver platter.

The lump that was at the back of his throat finally dropped as he licked his lips and let out a trembling puff and threw part of his earthly morals once more to the side. Something he had no doubt would one day be thrown away and never to return.

That was just how corrupting this world was going to be. He could tell so much even these short few weeks in.

Without much else, Noah slowly brought himself behind Meira in two sliding steps until his hips were just centimeters from crushing into her waiting cheeks. Ilsa narrowed at the distance.

"Stop being so prudish," she hissed, set her hand on his back and shoved him into Meira.

"Mmm," Meira whimpered, it was an unnatural sound, a forced one she'd made just to please his ears, it succeeded, wholly at that as he could feel his lowers hardening even more. Meira's rocking halted as she could feel his pant's covered member find its way between her cheeks. On her face rose a sunken, predatory smile he could only shiver at.

"Feels like your ready to burst down there." She jokingly said.

Ilsa rolled her eyes as Noah flushed red. "Honestly, you're not even screwing and this is getting you off? You otherworlders are so idiotic."

He couldn't retort to that.

Stepping back to get a proper look at what was about to happen, Ilsa narrowed at Meira's top, she'd pulled off her sari and neatly folded it off to the side, her crop topped bikini was still on and would get in the way if it wasn't already practically releasing her breasts to the world.

She then turned to Noah, his back was straight meaning his hands would have to travel far to get a proper grasp on the Holstaurs breasts and made it nigh infeasible to milk them from how his couldn't squeeze them properly. "Lean over," she said, "until you're just barely pressing your chest into her back."

Noah complied, though his movements were slow. Halfway through he fumbled, almost falling to the side as his hands latched onto nothing but the air, nervous to even touch Meira for whatever otherworldly reason there was running about in his head. His hands flailed as he stumbled and gripped on the closest thing for stability. Meira's hips.

As he had thought, his fingers sunk into her ample flesh and it pressed easily through the gaps between his fingers.

Stabilizing his position with a slight widening of his legs he looked to Ilsa, the girls head bobbing side to side telling him he was barely passable.

"Not much else to do but to start milking her then." Noah's cheeks sucked into his mouth turning his face gaunt. He could guess exactly what he had to do, it wasn't rocket science after all. Ilsa crossed her arms beneath her chest and said, "pull off her top and show me how you squeeze a womans tits.

Noah winced, "I uh, I've never really done that before," it was an excuse that just blurted out in the hopes.

Ilsa twitched and Meira chuckled. "You're mother didn't show you how to squeeze a womans chest?"

"That's not something mothers teach their sons. It's not even legal." He argued.

"Stupid, what's the point of a mother if she can't even show her son how to please a woman." Ilsa shook her head, sighing a lament at the unusuality of this otherworld.

Noah's expression quickly lagged and sunk as Ilsa's words came to fester in his mind, bringing with them another notion. "Please tell me fathers don't teach their daughters how to please a man."

Ilsa raised one brow, her lip raising at one end telling him how stupid his question was.

"Right. Brilliant." He said, 'time to figure out how to castrate myself then.' It may have been one of his favourites 'comics' to read on earth, but in reality he knew he'd never be able to bring himself to doing 'that' to his progeny.

Letting his thoughts wander off, Noah gingerly reached around Meira's body, his hands lifted to her bosom but didn't know exactly how far to go until he could only jerk away feeling her nipples piercing even through her top. 'Oh god what the hell is this situation,' he thought but stilled it as he bit his tongue and brought her breasts into his hands. They were softer than her hips and the moment he reactively squeezed them, Meira whined and pushed out her ass even more, swallowing his tent even more.

He couldn't bring himself to move, fearing that any he made may very well be the last.

"Did you not hear me or did you just intentionally ignore me?" grumbled Ilsa, "I said, take off her top first."

Noah whimpered weakly and released Meira bosom just long enough for him to scratch one finger over her chest, pulling up the bottom of her top until her could pinch it properly and whilst his mind fizzled with squeeling mechanical wheels, tugged it up and off her chest.

Meira's breasts dropped free, their plumpness amplified now that her two D cup breasts were released from their enclosures. THough he couldn't see them properly, Noah could only imagine how dark they must be and how they stuck out against her light brown skin tone. With a roll of her head she swept back her golden locks and sparkled her blue eyes his way, smirking like she could read the teenager portion of his brain working on overdrive.

'You're a grown man Noah. It's just boobs. No need to be such a wimp.' He reasoned, though reasoning had little to do with the disjointedness of this situation of being watched as he was being taught how to milk a human shaped cow.

Returning his hands to her tits, his fingers dug deeper, her nipples pressed against his palms like stones atop a balloon, unwilling to give in so long as there was give beneath them.

"Wrong." Ilsa grumbled from the side, "you're milking her. Not playing with her. All you're going to do is cover your hands in milk like that. Fix it." Her finger tapped across her arm, waiting for Noah to do so.

At first his hands kept tight on Meira's tits, the woman herself seemingly happy with the feeling judging by the contractions of her rump sandwiching the shaft pressing through layers of fabric to find housing withing her crack. When finally he did move, Noah lightened his grasp and trailed them across her breasts until he felt her erected nipples escape between his index and middle.

"Wrong again. Like that you're going to miss the bucket." Ilsa drew his gaze and pointed her palm his way, her fingers splayed out and curled slightly forwards into claws. "It's easier to milk while holding the volume of the breast in t palm of your hand while the nipple is between your pointer and thumb. Like that you can point the breast towards the bucket and keep your earnings high. Do it now."

Chewing his cheeks, Noah's quelled his escapist thoughts and focused his mind as well as a student could while having their cock fondled beneath the desk. Which wasn't very well, but still, he followed her orders to a T.

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