I was brought up in little Market town in England. The local community was mainly farming both arable and dairy.

The town where I lived was stuck in a time warp thought lack of money I suppose and the remoteness of the location. I was quite fortunate in that my Father was a professional person and therefore, chose to live in this location.

The Town at night was becoming more like a ghost town ever year as recession after recession hit the local community. We as kids made the best of things meeting in groups in the town square each night. The local pub owners, I suppose through pity, allowed kids 16 year of age and above into their bars up to 9:00 PM to play pool, darts and have a laugh. We were only allowed to buy soft drinks but it made us all feel grown up being allowed into the bar. I guess the owners new they were setting the seeds for potential long term customers. After 9 PM we were back out into the town square hanging around and having a laugh.

The town square was famous for its 'Stocks' which dated back to medieval times when people were placed in the Stocks whenever they had been misbehaving and fellow towns folk would through rotted tomatoes and eggs at them.

The Stocks was a 'T' shaped affair and the top cross member had 3 holes in it. The middle hole was larger that the other two. The cross member would opened up on a scissors arrangement with the hinged at one end to allow the defaulter to place his or her neck into the centre hole and wrists into the outer two. The top bar would then be lowered into position and securely fastened at the opening end. The vertical shaft was about 4 feet long so that when the defaulter was placed into the stocks there head was at about waste height.

Here the poor defaulter would stand for days on end until they had completed their sentence and would be let free. No consideration was made about the weather if they were sentenced for a week then a week it was even in the Winter.

The local community would walk past the defaulter and if the fancy took them they would through tomatoes and rotten eggs at them. Sometime if the defaulter had done a despicable act a crowd would gather each day to pelt tomatoes, eggs and anything else that took their fancy!

As kids we would play around the Stocks and fasten each other in to see what it was like. However, the Heath and Safety Regulations soon to put an end to our fun in this quarter. The Town Council thought it better to remove the Stocks rather that have an injured child on there hands to answer for.

One of the local Farm owners who sat on the Town Council decided that because the Stocks was steeped in history he would have it removed from the Town square and placed in a place of safety namely his farm yard. He was one of the largest farmers in the area owning 1500 acres of land plus all the farmers cottages on his land. He was quite rich and therefore, influential.

Every year the local community like others in the UK would celebrate Harvest Festival in September. This would mark the time when all the crops had been harvested and the weather started to turn cold for the winter. Being a Farming community this was a major event on the calendar and we would all go along to Church to praise the Lord and thank him for the harvest.

The farm owners would take it in turn to put on a harvest supper after Church which always turned into a drunken affair with singing and dancing until the early hours. The supper would take place in the farmers barn and afterwards the local band would strike up with a country and western theme.

We would all dress in our Sunday best for the Church service and go home and dress up in country and western style clothing for the supper. The young children would attend the supper and as they became tired during the night they would be tucked up into blankets and laid to sleep amongst the straw bails.

The party would go on all night and the beer and wine would flow until the last person fell over. The Farm owner would pay for all of the food and drink.

I was an impressionable 18 year old at the time and had a bit of a crush on one of the Farm labourers wife Pat. This particular year I was in full time schooling at a local Technical College. To get some extra cash I spend the summer holiday working on the farm harvesting the corn stacking hay bales, making haystacks and helping out at milking time. On one particular day I was out in the field and the sun was burning hot. That is when I first saw Pat the wife of one of the farm labourers. She came out into the field like a night in shining armour with bottles of ginger beer in here basket for us workers.

Pat had an enormous bosom which had become even bigger following the birth of her first son. She was a very happy person always ready for a laugh and a tease. I had my first kiss with Pat right there in the field under the hay cart as I drunk the ginger beer.

This particular year the honour of putting on the harvest supper fell to the owner of the farm I had been working my school holidays at. During the day we 'old boys' had set up a long trestle table in the centre of the barn with seats either side. Across the top of the long table was a smaller top table. We had also set up a stage for the local band and bales of straw around the edge of the barn to sit on. Once the food had finished we 'old boys' were to clear away the tables to make room for the dancing.

At the harvest festival Pat arrived with her husband Mike in tow and there young son in a hand held crib. Pat had really put in a effort to dress traditionally. She had a loose white top which I guess was just a tube with elastic around the neck opening. She wore this off the shoulder and as there was no sighs of bra straps I guess she was braless! Her skirt was a bold orange square pattern again with elastic around the waste and went down to her calves. She must have had on a under slip which made the skirt billow out and you could see the white of the undergarment showing at the bottom of her skirt as she walked across the floor. On her feet she wore brown ankle boots, which set off the whole outfit. To top it all off, on her head she wore a white lace bonnet which had elastic around the edge. She really looked a picture, well in my eyes at least.

Mike in contrast looked as he had already had too much to drink was chatting to everyone he passed by as they made there way to the table. He wore a brown casual suite and had a glass of beer in his hand which he persisted to spill everywhere. Mike did not normally have a drink problem but really new how to enjoy himself. He was a very popular type of guy which is why I guess Pat fell for him. Life was hard for these farm workers no spare money for extras so they had to make the best of what they had.

All the workers new their place and sat either side of the long table. The top table was reserved for the farm owner and his guests. There was food stacked sky high in the corner and the smell of the barbecued meet hung in the air. The Parson said grace and we picked up our plates and formed an orderly queue to receive the food.

I made sure that I ended up sitting right opposite Pat and Mike at the table. When they got up to collect their food I offered to look after the baby for them and get my food later. Pat smiled and thanked me and off they went and Mike just grunted.

It seemed like an age before they returned luckily the little mite continued to sleep through it all so I was not called upon to perform any baby sitting duties.

Once Pat returned I went up to collect my food, by this time the queue had disappeared and there was still plenty of food left and I had scored smarty points with Pat. This broke the ice and I was able to chat to them while we tucked into roast hog, stuffing and all the trimmings.

Before the sweet was served Pat had to tend to her young son. She sneaked away to some quiet place to see to the infant.

I new what she was up to and had to steal myself away to have a look. I made my excuses to my friends saying I was off to the toilet and went off in search of Pat. After what seemed like an eternity of heart pounding I finally spotted her sitting on a bale of hay near the rear entrance to the barn with her back to me.

I said hi and when she turned around I could see the young boy suckling on her breast. My cock made one almighty leap forward and I am sure she saw the reaction.

Why don't you come over here and join me she said.

I sat on a bale of straw opposite. She had lifted the bottom of her blouse and the infant was latched onto her breast and sucking for all he was worth. I guessed that this was towards the end of the feed because it had taken me so long to find her and the other side of her blouse was undone. I could see drip marks on her blouse on the side of the free breast. I guess my mouth must have been open because she said have you not seen someone breast feeding before?

I answered no but certainly have now.

Soon the child had had enough and released her nipple. I was fascinated at the size of her nipple and how the milk continued to drip out. Pat gave her breast a playful squeeze and a squirt of milk shot out of her nipple end.

Just like a cow she said.

She then started to pull herself together and straightening her cloths. It was then that I realised that she was wearing a strapless bra. It was fitted with a drop down flap so that she could easily feed the child by undoing the front flap and let her nipple pop out.

Pat stood up and started to make her way back to the supper. I took me a good 2 minutes to regain my thoughts and return to the table.

Once the food was all consumed and all of the glasses were filled the owner of the farm stood up and gave a little speech. He got a lot of heckling from the audience who by now were well oiled with drink.

He ended his speech with 'musicians play' and the band started up. The tables were quickly moved to the side of the barn to allow the merriment to continue. All the dances were 'Barn Dance' where you have to clasp the girls around their waist or hold there hands above their heads. The were all close contact dances the type I liked.

There were one or two nice girls around my age but I really only had eyes for Pat. By this time her son was fast asleep along with the other babies in the corner. I joined in on a dance where everyone formed a circle, the ladies on the inside and the gentlemen on the outside. You start off facing your partner and after a number of movements the ladies move one place to the right to someone else and you receive another partner.

Pat was over the other side of the ring and I could hardly contain myself until it came to my turn to dance with her. As I held her close she smelt all Mumsey and I was in haven.

I had a number of dances with her and I think she was beginning to get the message that I fancied her like hell.

Mike her husband was out of it by now slouched in the corner gibbering to everyone and no one. Whereas Pat was in full party mood. On the odd occasion my hand would slip down and brush against her breasts purely by accident of course.

At about 11:30 PM I said to Pat that I was hot and needed to go outside for some fresh air. She accompanied me through the back door of the barn and I leaned up against the barn wall. The cool night air hit me. The sky was clear, the stars were shining brightly and the harvest moon was shining down with a halo around it.

I placed one hand beside her head and propped myself up against the barn. I leant forward and placed a kiss upon her lips. She melted into my arms and kissed me back. I could feel her big bosoms pushing into my chest. They were really firm I thought and did not really need a bra to support them.

She was really getting excited and started to bit my lower lip. She was a real expert and my hands started to feel her all over her body. I said we ought to move around to the side of the barn where it was a little more private and we would not be seen.

Pat took my hand and we ran around to the side of the barn like two young school children. We started kissing again and petting! I was really going to find out all about a women tonight. We can up for air and started laughing partly out of embarrassment and partly because of the drink inside of us.

I spotted out of the corner of my eye the stocks which had been removed from the market place. We walked cross to them and I showed Pat how they worked. The top cross bar had not been fastened in place so I lifted it up and Pat put her head through the middle hole and her hands into each of the hand holes.

I lowered the cross bar and placed a twig through the securing clasp. I had her in my power. The feeling of power was immense. I kissed her again on her lips. Pat tried to put her hands further through the stocks so that she could hold my head but couldn't. She was securely fastened in place.

I moved around to her side of the stocks and reached under her and placed both my hands on her boobs. What are you going to do with them master Jack she said in a west country accent.

I don't know I replied lets just see what comes up. I remember her saying 'just like a cow' when she squeezed milk out of her nipple. This gave me an idea. I pulled her top down off her shoulders to her waist to expose her bra.

What are you doing there master Jack she said between giggles. I said nothing but proceeded to open the flaps on her bra exposing her nipples to the cool night air. Pat purred but did not give any resistance to my attentions. I guess she was enjoying it as well.

Her breasts hung down like udders stretched out under the force of gravity. They were magnificent lit up in the light from the harvest moon. I could see thin traces of blue veins under the skin supplying blood to her massive milk making equipment.

I crouched down under her torso and turned my head so that my mouth was close to one of her nipples. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick her nipple. It immediately sprang to life and I fastened my mouth around the end and gently sucked on it.

I no time at all her milk was flowing. It was the sweetest taste I have ever experienced. I suckled gently on her nipples then increased my suction. Pat squirmed from side to side and gave a low pitched ahhh from the back of her throat. I continued to suckle whilst thinking of a plan of what to do next.

The words just like a cow kept ringing in my ears then it hit me.

I stood up and told Pat that I would be back in a moment. Don't go away I said.

I had remembered that in the farm milking parlour they had a portable milking machine. I had always wanted to try it out. The dairy herdsman had shown me how it worked. It was there in case the power failed in the middle of milking.

The contraption consisted of a small milk churn with an electric motor attached to the side. The motor ran off a 12 volt car battery. The complete apparatus was fixed to a sledge which had wheels attached to it to make it portable. From the top of the milk churn was a rubber pip which lead to the distributor with 4 pipes and 4 milking cups attached.

I was soon back to Pat's side with the contraption and I could see her eyes widen when she saw what I had brought. I switched on the machine and it purred quietly into life. I could hardly hear the motor over the noise of the band and dancing going on behind me in the barn.

I picked up the milking cups and said to Pat 'Just Like a Cow you say' and attached a milking cup to her nearest nipple. As the cup got closed to her nipple, the suction started to pull on her teat. It elongated and pulled the breast along with it until her nipple and breast became a torpedo shape. Her nipple slowly disappeared into the milking cup. I did not know if the vacuum was going to be too much for her but as soon as the mouth of the cup sealed against Pat's breast I could tell she was happy with the sensation.

Pat started to rock her hips from side to side and making Mmmming sounds so I new I was on a winner.

I attached the second milking cup to her second nipple in the same way. Slowly letting the vacuum stretch out her nipple before allowing the cup to seal around her breast. I thought this would allow maximum penetration of her breasts.

Pat was beginning top go crazy with the sensation. She was Ooing and aaahing quite loudly above the sound of the band.

I could see milk flowing into the portable milker through the transparent connectors between the milking cup and the pips. The spectacle was too much for me and I had a raging hard-on. In my hand I had two spare milking cups which were clasping at the midnight air.

I quickly undid my fly and got my long cock out. Pat turned her head to see what I was up to and smiled. I eased the milking cup over the shaft of my cock and was immediately transformed into a gibbering wreck.

The feeling that the milking machine was giving me was out of this world. I have never experienced such immense pleasure at this before.

So there we both were connected to each other by a milking machine both groaning with buckling knees.

I lifted up Pats skirt to expose a lovely rounded bum covered by a flimsy pair of white panties. I traced the 'V' of her bum down and down with my finger until I came across a damp patch. I new what I was about here after experimenting on a number of girlfriends I had been with in the past.

I wiggled my finger under the elastic around her leg and managed to get my hand onto what I can only describe as the warmest, wettest most lovely feeling cunt I have ever felt. Pat wiggled her bum to my touch so I new I was doing the right thing. She was bucking like a horse with the pump pumping at her breasts and me fingering her behind.

She was powerless to do anything about it even if she wanted to but I don't think she wanted to stop. I could feel my own excitement mount and the spare milking cups kept pumping away at my own cock.

I found Pat's clit, which was not hard to do because it stood up boldly to attention. As my fingers made there first contact with it Pat let out a loud YES.

I concentrated my finger on her clit moving it from one side to the other whilst the pumping machine continued its work on her breasts. Pat started to arch her back moving her torso up and down. As I looked underneath I could see the milking cups swinging from side to side just like a cows udders when they run across a field I thought.

With my free hand I grasped the nearest teat cup and gently pulled it downwards. Pat's breast stretched further and further towards the ground as the suction did not want to let go. Eventually I hear a squeaking sound and the air started to break the seal around her breast.

I removed the teat cup further to witness the longest and largest nipple I had ever seen. It was almost as long as a cows teat and under the light of the moon I could see that it was scarlet in colour. However, by removing the teat cup I detected that the vacuum that was working on my own cock had decreased. Pat screamed at me to put it back on. So like a gentleman I did what I was told.

It occurred to me the by removing one from her breast reduced the vacuum but between the two of us we were only occupying 3 of the 4 cups. I reached down again and eventually found the 4th cup. I placed my hand over the open end at which the pumping and sucking I was experiencing got even more intense.

Pat was purring crying and humping her back. I was huffing and puffing and I could feel my love juices building up inside my cock. I put in a last great effort on Pat's clit to which she started to cum. She was screaming at the top of her voice and I was cuming in buckets.

When I had finish I pulled the milking machine off my cock and mover around to the milking machine and switched it off. As I did so the teat cups fell off Pat's large breasts. Both of her nipples where enormous and I bent down to have a closer look at them. I placed my mouth around the nearest one and gave it a gently suck but there was no milk to be had. Pat said Oh don't they heart so much please let me go.

I undid the Stocks cross bar and allowed Pat to stand up. Her face was all covered in beads of sweat and the top of the Stocks cross bar was all wet. She looked fantastic with her breasts standing out in the cool night air and her nipples standing out like 'Schamel wheel nuts'. What a picture.

Pat started to tidy herself up but first I wanted to see between us how muck fluid we had produced. I unclipped the top of the churn and looked inside. There must have been almost a pint of white fluid in the bottom of the churn.

I put my finger into the liquid and lifted it out and then tasted the nectar. It was a lovely taste sweet with a hint of salt. I placed my finger into it again and offered it up to Pat to taste. She hungrily licked my finger clean. I don't know if it was because she had lost so much fluid and was thirsty or she just liked the taste!

I took the churn back to the milking parlour to remove the contents and clean up the apparatus. I to see just how much milk Pat had produced I tipped the contents into a measuring jug which had been left on the milking parlour wall. There was just under a pint of the white stuff! I was impressed.

Pat by this time had made her way back to the party. After I had finished up cleaning I returned to the party too. Pat was on the dance floor in the middle of a barn dance. I could see her nipples were still erect after the pumping I had just given her. My friends remarked on how good she looked as they pointed her out to me. I kept quiet you know 'Mums the word'!