You decided to follow her directions. You were kind of new here, and you'd like to get in good graces here, of course on your first day. So, you stepped close to the bucket, looking up at the chubby cow. You nervously rubbed your foot in a circle on the ground as you realized you could only look up at her through the valley in her chest.
"Please place your hands on the wall, kid," she said. You turned towards the wall, and placed your palms against the wall. You were now leaning over the bucket she set up, and Ms. Bessy was behind you. You could practically feel her placing her hands on her hips as she loomed over her, her body heat tingling your back. Then, you felt her fingers wrap around your shoulders and her breasts around the back of your head. She gently rubbed your shoulders, her fingers tickling your body as they stroked down your back, down your sides, and around your hips.
"M-Ma'am, what're you doing?" you asked. You felt really funny as her fingers rubbed over you and groped you. You clenched your legs together, feeling the urge to hide something. You weren't sure what, but you felt like her eyes were undressing you for some kind of weakspot. You heard her chuckle as she leaned in closer, her hands now groping your buttocks, her fingers dancing along them as she rubbed.
"You scared?" she asked as she rubbed. "All of the boys are when they first come up here. But you shouldn't be~ Once I touch just the right spots on one of you, you always come crawling back, begging for more~ Why do you think there's such a long line down there?" She reared her hand back, and smacked one of those cheeks, eliciting a yelp of shock from you as your legs involuntarily spread. Ms. Bessy grinned wider as one head darted from your backside to your front, wrapping around the weird feeling between your legs. She lightly smacked her lips as you felt her hand rub along the length of that strangeness.
Looking down, you saw it. Your fairly large, very exposed, cock, standing perpendicular from your body and burning up with this feeling you can't describe. And all the while, her hand was around the base of it, her fingers rapping along it.
"Now, let's find out if you're a vanilla boy~" she said. And then, she began stroking, making sure your erection was angled at that bucket. You grit your teeth and shut your eyes, feeling this strange shame in your chest. You felt dirty, embarrassed, hoping no one else could see you now. Your fingers dragged through the wooden wall as if you were trying to find some handhold. You didn't know what kind of handhold you were looking for, maybe you were looking for some kind of ladder you could use to drag yourself out of there. But despite your hands frantically patting around, Ms. Bessy kept a firm grip on your throbbing desire, pumping and squeezing it like some kind of tube of toothpaste.
You were a first timer, obviously. It didn't take an expert to see that, and Ms. Bessy was certainly no amateur. She kept rubbing and rubbing, leaning in close and whispering in your ear.
"I love meeting new people, don't you?" she asked. "I'll be honest, I've been learning too much about the boys on this farm. I've learned how to press almost everyone's buttons. I'm going to love finding out everything that makes you tick~" You squeezed your eyelids as much as possible, and with a powerful howl, you bucked your hips, and felt a powerful surge flow from your dick. A thick wave of cum filled up the bottom of the bucket, and soon you were left there, panting, tongue lolled out of your mouth. She nodded and got away from on top of you. She grabbed the bucket you came into, and stepped away.
"We should work on your stamina, bud," she said. "In the meantime, why don't you keep me in mind?" She then retreated back to behind the changing curtain. You then began stepping away from the loft, two hands over your crotch. As you stepped down, you saw the other bulls in line. They seemed to look at you with a mixture of knowing and envy. You blushed as you felt they somehow knew what she did to you, and picked up your pace as you left the barn.
Now, you were standing outside of it, hands still over your crotch, now re-sheathing. You weren't sure if you could face anyone like this! But, you couldn't just meet the cows and call that a day, could you?
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