Most of Callie’s family were city-slickers, urban-types. Rarely did she get to get away from it all, and most often that was visits to her Aunt Lydia’s farm. Aunt Lydia was from her dad’s side of the family, had decided enough of the urban life, and bought herself an old farmhouse to fix up. Callie spent a few summers there, helping Aunt Lydia around the place. Her Aunt was a very easy-going sort, and never complained about anything — the most she’d asked was for Callie to smoke outside.
She’d made the same request upon asking Callie to housesit this August, though Callie had smiled and replied, “Oh, I quit earlier this year, Aunt Lydia.” Her Aunt had been proud of her, and admitted she’d always felt bad about letting Callie smoke despite her parents’ disapproval.
The end of her first week of housesitting was drawing near an end, and now- twenty-one Callie sat in the kitchen, reminiscing about her past visits. Such was often how she spent most of her time, given how little there was to do these days around the farm. Despite the structures still in place, there was no livestock, and her Aunt’s neighbors tended to the crops. Few chores remained around the house, other than those of Callie’s own making. She almost wished she was still a smoker, just to give herself something to do.
Today, she decided to take a look around the farm. The old barns looked pretty decrepit, but surely they were intact enough to still be standing. The first looked like the sort of barn one might keep animals in, and Callie creaked open the door slowly.
Within, she heard what sounded like a person moaning softly.
Her first thoughts were of something weird and unpleasant going on — maybe some locals sneaking in to have sex. If that was the case, she owed it to her Aunt to get them off the property. Callie inched in further, coming to the last stall, where she saw who was making the noise.
The first she spotted were the floppy bovine ears nestled in the woman’s thick white hair. That shouldn’t have been the first thing Callie noticed.
What should have been were her massive breasts, with suction cups from a milking machine slowly drawing milk from her tits. Her boobs had to be the biggest Callie had ever seen! Her face immediately turned a deep red, and even more so when she noticed the cow-woman’s stare upon her.
“Mmm, hello,” the cow-woman said, detaching the milkers from her breasts. “You must be Lydia’s niece. She told me about you.”
Her eyes unable to pull away from the cow-woman’s “udders,” Callie asked, “Wh- who are you?”
“Oh, I’m Bessy. One of Lydia’s neighbors. She lets me use the old milking machine here to relieve myself. Doesn’t stare like you do.”
“Oh…sorry.” Callie couldn’t stop looking, and given Bessy slipping on a jean jacket that barely covered her bosom and making no effort to close the jacket, perhaps Bessy was approving of Callie’s stare.
“Anyway, pleasure to meet you.” Bessy reached into one of her pockets, pulling out a cigarette. “Smoke?”
Callie quickly shook her head. “Um, no…”
Bessy slipped the cigarette into her lips, lighting it and taking a deep pull. Her exhale flooded the air between them with silvery smoke, and a fragrance that Callie found herself more fond of since quitting. “Sorry. I always need one after a good milking. Those machines don’t exactly have a woman’s touch.”
A woman’s touch. All kinds of inappropriate thoughts danced through Callie’s mind. “Are you…are you really a cow-girl?”
“Mm-hmm, darling.” Bessy sat on a nearby bench, taking another drag of her cigarette. “A small family of us here in the farmland. We tend to keep to ourselves, ’cause you never know what kind of attention you’ll get from regular folk. Usually perverts wanting to suck on our titties.”
That thought hadn’t even crossed Callie’s mind. Her focus had been on those impressive breasts, but now it was watching the smoke flow from the cow-girl’s nostrils and lips. Dammit, why did she have to find smoking so damn hot…?
“Then again, having a nice lady to give me a gentle time would be nice now and then.” With a sly smirk, Bessy asked, “You wouldn’t happen to know any interested parties?”
Callie certainly hadn’t wanted to volunteer, yet Bessy’s request, coupled with the cigarette in the corner of the cow-girl’s mouth, provoked her curiosity. “You want me…to…”
“Sure, if you’re thirsty.”
Callie inched closer, deeper into the aroma of smoke around the cow-girl. Bessy pulled her jacket off of one breast. “There’s still plenty in there, missy.”
She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she knelt down, leaned in closer to Bessy’s bosom. The cow-girl had a faint milky smell to her, coupled with a lingering tobacco aroma, the sort Callie associated with her ex-girlfriend, the girl who’d gotten Callie started on the habit.
“Don’t be shy,” Bessy cooed.
Callie wrapped her lips around one nipple, and began to gently suck. Sweet milk began to flow, a steady trickle that grew stronger as she suckled harder. The taste in her mouth, the fragrance in her nostrils, this whole erotic experience…
She glanced up to Bessy, who had the most lewd smirk upon her face. “Here…” the cow-girl said. She put her cigarette in her lips, pulled Callie onto the bench, and began to unbuckle Callie’s pants. “Since it feels so good for me, might as well make it feel good for you.”
As little as Callie could believe this, she let it continue. The cow-girl sat upon her, putting her breast to Callie’s mouth as she blew her smoke over Callie. Did she know it turned Callie on? One hand held Bessy’s cigarette, while the other lowered towards Callie’s crotch.
Callie began to suckle and inhale, while Callie teased and exhaled. Their moans filled the farmhouse, and soon did Callie’s cries, with milk leaking down her chin.
Leaning against the wall, Callie sighed, smiling. The cow-girl took her last drag from her cigarette before ashing it upon the floor. She felt great after that lovemaking, that feeding…and found herself craving a cigarette, as she often had with her ex-girlfriend if they hadn’t been smoking during sex.
The cow-girl lit a fresh cigarette, and as she blew the smoke towards Callie, she said, “Hmm, lovely…that was wonderful. Hope it was as fun for you, too.”
Hadn’t she gotten the better end of the deal? Or was breastfeeding that wonderful for Bessy? Watching the cow-girl take a drag, Callie said, “Why don’t you come over? We can be more comfortable at my Aunt’s place. She’s out at the moment…we’d have the place all to ourselves.”
The cow-girl, with a naughty glint in her eye, took another puff as she stood. ***
Callie woke in her aunt’s large bed with a familiar anxiety in her stomach. The scent of smoke still filled the bedroom, but it instilled not a comfort but a need in Callie’s mind. She remembered this feeling from her first month after quitting smoking, how unpleasant it was, how much she missed the regular nicotine highs…
Bessy walked in from the bathroom, taking a slow draw from her cigarette. “Something wrong, honeycup?”
Callie watched her exhale, wishing she could be satisfied with her second-hand smoke. Yet after enjoying Bessy’s beauty, indulging in mutual love-making, how Callie craved another pleasure once more…
And as if Bessy was catching on, she asked, “Want one yourself now?”
Callie nodded, and Bessy took a cigarette from her jacket on the dresser. She put it in Callie’s lips, then put the tip of her own to Callie’s to light it. The moment the tip began to smolder, Callie took a long drag, feeling the familiar heat and flavor flood her mouth and lungs.
She’d known it was a bad habit, that was why she quit, but god did she love the flavor and buzz.
Sitting next to her, Bessy asked, “Surprised you don’t regularly smoke, with how horny you look watching me puff.”
So she wasn’t subtle about it, then. “I used to,” Callie admitted, amused by her own words as she took a puff. “A girl I used to date got me started.”
“Any fun story there?”
There was, and Callie would have never told it to another person. But given their encounter thus far, she was willing to confide this to Bessy. “Oh, she knew I was turned on by watching her smoke. She’d do so all the time when we had sex. Then she told me she was going to make me return the favor.” Thinking about it was getting Callie hot and bothered once more. “She lit a cigarette in my mouth, and teased me every time I took a drag. But she wouldn’t let me climax until I took the last puff.” This prompted Callie to take another drag. Her nicotine craving was sated, and now she let herself savor the flavor.
“Kinky,” Bessy replied, taking a puff. “Gotta say, watching you smoke is really making me horny.” She leaned in close, putting her cigarette to Callie’s lips. Callie exhaled the smoke back into Bessy’s face. “Why don’t you put those lips of yours back into use…”
The cow-girl pushed Callie to the back of the bed, sitting against the wall, her bosom against Callie’s face. Callie kissed around her breasts before taking one nipple into her mouth, sucking hard enough to get a steady flow of the cow-girl’s sweet milk. Her eyes were upon Bessy taking a drag as she felt the cow-girl’s hand slipping between her legs, rubbing her sex. Callie returned the gesture, moaning into Bessy’s flesh, pausing her suckling only to take a drag from her cigarette. Both girls blew their smoke towards the other, continuing to pleasure each other until their cries of ecstasy filled the bedroom.
***
An hour more of lovemaking was enough for the two, and Bessy laid next to Callie, the skin of her tits still moist with milk. The cow-girl finished her cigarette, then drifted off to sleep while Callie watched the slow movement of her chest.
Taking the last puff of her own cigarette, Callie had a realization occur to her. Bessy certainly smoked a lot…and it’d been after feeding from her that Callie had found herself craving a cigarette again.
What if the cow-girl’s milk was laced with nicotine?
Maybe that was the cause, yet Callie shrugged and snuggled close to Bessy. Sure, it was an unhealthy habit, but it was so damn sexy and enjoyable.
She’d have a lot of explaining to do to her Aunt when Lydia got home, though.