Jake was a sharp and unexpected learning curve for Emma. Little did she know that so soon after her interrupted lecture with cousin Edith that she would have been confronted with a her first ‘man milking' experience. Embarrassed she rushed away from Jake straight after his release. She needed time to think and take in what had just occurred. Her first reaction was to the dampness she felt between her legs. When she felt dampness there before she had hair, it was more comfortable as it was quickly absorbed by the soft cotton of her loose underwear, with the cotton soaking up most of the moisture along her slit line. However, after hair grew there, she found herself ‘weeping' more often and the feeling was more uncomfortable. More often than not the moisture was carried through the hair to the juncture of the lips where their creases met with her upper thighs. The dampness was uncomfortable and tended to itch in the crevices. Today she noticed there was an added itch/heat inside the slit itself, urging her to want to ‘touch herself' as she had recently taken to doing in an effort to find release/comfort.

A thought flashed through her mind as her urge increased. A couple of months ago she walked into the stable to find her cousin Rose pinned up against the wall by a young stable lad, who had one arm across her chest and his other hand up under her long skirts groping between her open legs. She was close enough without them seeing her and to hear wet clicking sounds coming from where he was vigorously rubbing her cousin, amidst her weak pleading with him to stop, which he ignored. However, when he took his arm from her chest to unbutton his fly, she bolted from him and ran out the opposite door pulling her dress in place as she exited.

The estate was full of rampant sexuality and she had witnessed more than her fair share of copulations. The master being a noted horse breeder had an array of stallions, ranging from high pedigree hunters and racing breeds down to the more ordinary everyday working horses. Almost daily mares arrived at the stables for breeding. All types across the range came and went, from nervous first time young fillies to the more seasoned mature mares. Elsie and Primrose were the main handlers of the stallions seeing to everything from preparing the stallions before a mare arrived, to bringing the stallion to the waiting mare and taking turns in either holding the mares tail one side while the other girl would grasp and place the stallion's appendage in position so that he entered the mare's vulva smoothly. Emma never tired of watching the exercise fascinated as she watched the prancing stallion sometimes nuzzle the mare's vulva as his long prick slipped out of his sheath to shoot bolt upright as he put his fore legs up on the mares back with Primrose or Elsie on hand to grasp his long stave to ensure it was properly aligned for a smooth entry. Emma observed that once a stallion was firmly implanted in the mare, most times he discharged quickly amidst loud neighs with his loins shuddering as he did so. As soon as he was finished and had slipped out of the mare one of the girls was quickly on hand with a bucket of warm soap water wash down his diminishing horn before it slipped back into its sheath.

Lately she had become preoccupied with following the farm hands as they went about their work on the estate. Sometimes she would focus on just one man and secretly follow him about as he went about his work knowing that sooner or later he would have to relieve himself of his water. She found it so exciting to watch a man go behind a tree or bush and take his cock from his pants. And there was such variety. The younger boys with their white/pink pencil like willies, to well hung grown men with such a variety of shapes and textures. She was fascinated that some men were ‘cut' and thus their knobs were immediately visible while others pulled back the loose skin to expose their knobs before shedding their water. Again there was a huge variation in the size, shape and colour of the knobs which varied in all shades from light pink to deep purple. Some cocks came out flaccid while some came out semi-erect which was exciting! Some men would also take out their hairy balls and she never could understand while this was necessary other than maybe a man might do so to cool them down perhaps - at least that's what she liked to think! Again there were variations here. Some looked large, loose and heavy similar to two potatoes swinging in burlap like hairy sacs. The shape of others barely discernible crunched up tightly in their crinkly bags snuggling underneath their principle member. Occasionally she was excited to see some stroke themselves to hardness and draw the white creamy seed from their balls in leaping ropey spurts.

All these exciting scenes served to remind her that her time was growing ever nearer to being called to interview by the master's housekeeper. Here she would be stripped, made to spread her legs and to be carefully examined to see if all was intact before she was brought to her masters bed.