One morning she confided to me the secret that she often got a nice fuck in the cowhouse from our boy Joe, who assisted her in the milking. "And what do you think, Jack, I get him to do sometimes? Why, there is a long stool there which we put under one of the quietest cows that has beautiful long tits, then I lay myself on my back on the stool, and he puts one of the cow's tits right into my pussey and milks it right into me. It's beautiful, it's delicious, beats everything; no man is at all so good. It makes me come so when I feel the rush of the warm milk right up into my very womb. You shall see it, Jack, this very afternoon. I'll tell Joe you're all right, and we can have a good lark together, as your mamma is going on a visit somewhere this afternoon directly after dinner." This was a chance for me. I had long wanted to get intimate with master Joe, who was a fine, plump, good-looking, ruddy-faced boy of seventeen, but he had always seemed so distant and shy, even to me his mistress's son; in fact it now seemed another instance of how "still waters run deep," as I thought how curious it was that he should be so free with Sarah. As soon as my unsuspecting parent had started on her way, Sarah and I went to the cowhouse, where Joe met us with a smile of pleasure as we entered. "Now, Joe," she said on entering, "let's get the work done as quickly as possible, and milk them all but Cowslip. Then you shall let Master Jack see how you milk her into me." I had not long to wait, for there were only seven cows in all, and presently the long stool was placed under Cowslip, and Sarah stretched herself upon it, so as to bring her cunt just under the udder of the good-tempered creature, who seemed quite used to the trick, putting her nose to Sarah's face with quite an affectionate kind of kiss. Joe quickly turned up her skirts till he quite exposed her belly up to the navel, then taking one of the cow's teats, he handled it a little, but not with a milking motion--it seemed to harden at once like a natural prick--and then inserting it into Sarah's cunt, he began the milking. Her eyes seemed at once to sparkle with quite an unusual kind of brilliancy, as she exclaimed, "Go on, go on quick; it's beautiful!" heaving up her rump as if a man was fucking her, whilst it was most exciting to see the white milk spurting from her cunt at every fresh injection, running down the crack of her bottom and thighs, or hanging in pearly dewdrops about the silky brown moss which adorned her lovely mount. My prick had been standing all the while I had been there, but this sight filled me with the most lustful desires, and I could also see by the protuberance of Joe's breeches that he also was in the same state, as his eyes were intently watching the operation of his hand, the twitching of her cunt, and every motion of lascivious girl. I fairly shook with emotion, but with trembling hands I began to undo his breeches, and pulled them down to his knees.