The farmer's milkmaids (open to all; period-piece)

[Stout chap]

.C.: On a farm in a well-to-do English country estate in the 1880s, there's a group of milkmaids who milk the cows and carry the pails to the necessary destinations. Often, they encounter horsemen who have lost their way, or perhaps their farmhouse is called upon by a visitor. Either way, they always make men feel welcome. What do you think, eh? Lots of saucy euphemisms aplenty to be had in such a story, mm? and lots of creamy white stuff being spilt down their frocks. Ha ha! I think we should have quite a bit of smutty innuendo before the the hanky panky starts, for without it wouldn't be quite as fun nor nearly as erotic.

I.C.:
Name: Sir Frederick Fairfax
Age: 25
Looks: Suitably dashing, handsome, etc. Tall, muscular build.
Information: Is lord of the local parish, and must betake himself to the farmer and his milkmaids for regular business. Rides a large brown horse!

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Sir Fairfax rides up to the familiar gates of the farmhouse, and enters the threshold. A footman and servant appear to take care of his horse and he enters the farmhouse. Another servant informs him, "The master is in the dairy, m'lud, seeing to the maids."

"Very well," he replies and goes through the draughty farmhouse to the dairy at the back. He runs a pink finger through the creamy pails and licks it clean. He sees the farmer and walks over.

"Ah, Sir Fairfax," says the farmer, "what ever brings you to my farm on such a fine day?"

"Good day, sir. I will be brief: we must discuss the production of milk from your sows, for they aren't producing as much as they ought. I shall take you up with this matter when I see you next Wednesday morn, for now I must speak to your milkmaidens in confidence."

"Very good, sir," says the farmer, and he scurries out of the farmhouse.

Sir Fairfax eyes the plump, pretty things, looking back at him expectantly; he sees their talented fingers resting on their petticoats, and their succulent mouths breathing in and out seductively. "Good day, madams," he says, "I hope I find you all well."

 

[Frenchgirl]

Tess

OOC: milk is so healthy, drink more milk.....

Tess is a young 18-year old girl. and a lovely girl she is.
green eyes, a milky white skin, long auburn hair.
nice perky breasts, a fine waist, and long legs, sweet lips.

Tess wears a long darkblue cotton skirt, a blouse, a petticoat,
a white cotton bodice. She wears her hair up, with a pin. A couple of curls come over her face.

IC

I just came in the stable, the other girls were gone. I sat down and began milking a cow. My fingers are skilled in this. They go up and down, real fast. The bucket is streaming with milk.
you always have to pay attention to the cow. One wrong movement and they make a wrong movement, spilling the milk.

I toss my hair back, and continue milking.
"Damned flies, always the same in the summer." I murmer.

Finally I have a bucket full of milk. I stand up and carry it away.

"Tess, it's your turn to go with the cows to the meadows this time." I hear. It's Mr. Burkson, he's the man in charge over the milkmaids. The first day I came here, he already tried to get his hands under my skirt. If you don't look, he sneaks up behind you and tries to get his dirty hands under your skirt.
"Allright, I'll go as soon as I finish milking." I replied.

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[Frenchgirl]

Tess

IC

"O Tess, the other girls are in the house, Sir Fairfax came over to talk something over." Mr. Burkson said.

"Just hurry, and take the cows to the meadows when you have finished." He blurted.

"You nasty man." I thought. "I'm not going to spent the rest of my life over here, that's for sure. I will look for a nice man and then I'm out of here." Meanwhile I had finished milking. I went into the stables and gathered the cows. I was ready to take them to the meadows.

 

[Spankx]

'ow do ya do?, I'm Mari from London..... I've just left me folks to make it on me own.......

I'm 20, with long red hair (me granny was Irish)
Though I have a very small waist and very slim legs, I have a very plump ass......

I've not much experience milking cows, but me boy cousins never complained when I would practice on them......

Sir Fairfax has requested to speak with me in privy........ I quickly run to the wash basin and freshen up...... me blouse is too tight and me over-ample titties seem to want to spill out.....'eavens 'ope they don't.......

I run quickly up to Sir Fairfax and curtsey........

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas:

Field hand and general handyman, farm worker.

'Well,' I think to myself, ' nearly done mending this patch o' fence and none too soon either. The cows will be in this pasture soon enough.'

Sitting down and leaning against the fence for a break I pull over my lunch bucket and take out the bread and cheese in it, and the flask of ale I'd brought from the pub last night to wash the food down.

'I wonder which of the milkmaids will be bringin' 'em out ta day. 'Tis nice ta chat 'em up and, if I'm looky maybe to have a feel or two also.
'One day I'll have ta settle doon, but nay quite yit. I haven't found a lusty enough wench yet. One who kin keep oop wit' my needs and urges.

Just thinking about that has started a swelling in my pants. I sit eating and sipping as I rub the growing swelling and think about the milkmaids and having them all in a row. Naked, randy and oh so ready as I move from one to the other again and again until they've collapsed in exhaustion and I have too.