Three milkmaids on a dairy farm

This story happened to me the summer of my fourth year at agricultural technical school. I had just turned nineteen. My major was agricultural mechanization, and I was sent for an internship at a large dairy complex near Poltava. For two months, I had to tinker with the machinery: milking machines, tractors, and feed dispensers. Every day after my shift, I was black from machine oil, dust, and straw. The workers' quarters had two showers—one for men and one for women. The men's shower was old, the pipes rusty, and the hot water only came on after the evening milking, when all the men had finished. The women's shower, however, was kept constantly heated because the milkmaids and the processing plant operators arrived at different times. I quickly realized it was easier to shower there alone before the shift ended. I always left an hour or an hour and a half before the other student interns, so no one would catch me. The shower was simple: a long room with six stalls, a concrete floor, and the smell of fresh milk and hay that didn't even wash away with soap. I'd gotten used to it and felt completely safe. That day, as usual, I finished my work with the feed dispenser, smelled of diesel fuel, and went to the utility room. I undressed, stepped under the warm streams, and stood there for about twenty minutes, washing away the day's grime. I came out, dried myself off, and started getting dressed by the lockers in the dressing room. And then I heard women's voices and laughter. Loud, booming, with that same rustic "hee-hee." They were walking down the hallway, clearly headed this way. I froze. It was too late to leave—there was only one door, and there was no way to get past them. Between the showers and the locker room stood old metal lockers. I quickly ducked behind them, pressed my back against the cold iron, and held my breath. There were three of them. All over thirty-five, tanned and strong, with hands accustomed to hard work. It was clear they'd been farming for years: their shoulders were broad, their backs straight, their legs strong. Two were brown-haired and one had reddish hair. The brown-haired girls had C-cup breasts, heavy but firm, strong waists, and thighs that made you want to grab them. The red-haired girl had a D-cup, a larger butt, smooth, without a single fold, and she seemed to glow with health. From their conversation, I gathered that the red-haired girl was turning thirty-six today, and they had decided to celebrate before going home. They undressed right at the entrance to the shower. I peered cautiously, my heart pounding. All three of them were lightly tanned from working outdoors, and their legs were clean-shaven, as expected when you've been in rubber boots and overalls all day. They smelled like a mixture of fresh milk, hay, and post-shift female sweat. I immediately got so hard it hurt. They got into the shower and turned on the water. After about five minutes, I decided to sneak out, but the phone in the pocket of my pants, which I was holding in my hands, suddenly started ringing. Loudly, throughout the entire shed. I turned it off immediately, but it was too late. "Hey, who's there?" one of the brown-haired girls shouted. A rustle. Quick steps. And now the three of them are standing in front of me—drenched, wearing only towels that barely cover them. I dropped my things. "What are you doing here, student?" asked the red-haired girl, the one with the birthday. Her eyes were green and very angry. — I... I just washed myself... I didn't know you'd come earlier... "Yeah, 'simple.' We've been noticing you hanging around our showers for a week now," the second brunette added. "We'll go to the foreman now and tell him. They won't count your internship for sure, and you might even get kicked out of the technical school." I turned pale. No practice, no diploma, and my father won't let me leave the farm afterward. - Girls, please... I didn't mean anything bad... They exchanged glances and whispered something to each other. The redhead smiled. "Okay, student. We'll punish you ourselves. So you remember how to peek." She dropped the towel and came closer. Strong thighs, smooth pussy right in front of my face. “On your knees,” she ordered. I lowered myself. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face towards her. - Lick it, since you came. Her taste was salty, with a slight milky sweetness. I began to work my tongue as best I could. She moaned, moving her hips, rubbing me with her wetness. - Oh, good... no one has tried this hard in a long time... A couple of minutes later, she came, squeezing my ears hard. The other brunette, the slimmer one, was already smiling. — It's Svetka's birthday today. Let her go for a ride, okay? Sveta (reddish-haired) didn't wait for an answer. She pushed me onto the bench, unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and sat on top in one motion. Hot, tight, wet. She began to move roughly, like a master, like milking a cow—confidently and forcefully. “This is a size… my old man never had one like this,” she exhaled, jumping up and down faster and faster. I watched her heavy breasts sway in front of my face. The second woman stood nearby, caressing herself between her legs and smiling. The third, the most modest-looking, blushed and stepped away, but she didn't look away. Sveta came first, squeezing my penis hard inside her. I couldn't take it anymore and spilled inside her. She jerked a couple more times and then got off, satisfied. “The best gift for all thirty-six,” she laughed. They were about to let me go, but then the one who was standing to the side quietly said: — Can I...? The friends exchanged glances. - Go, Lena, he won’t refuse. I was already standing in the shower, washing everything off. Lena came in after me. She was the quietest, but her body was fire: a broad back, a big soft ass. I came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. My cock was hard again. “No need... I have a husband...” she whispered, but she herself caved in and exposed herself. “I don’t care,” I answered and entered her. She moaned loudly. I fucked her to the sound of the water, holding her by the hips. Then I turned her over to face the wall and pressed on her shoulders to make her bend over further. "Do you want it in the ass?" I asked, already feeling her trembling. - No... oh... yes... just slowly... I took the shampoo, applied it generously, and began to enter. She screamed, but she pushed back. Her friends looked in and laughed: - Our quiet one, but how she got going! I came deep in her ass, holding her by the hair. Lena was shaking all over and whispering thank you. The next day, Sveta and the second brunette (her name was Nadya) invited me to the empty trailer after my shift. Lena took the day off and went home, but whispered to me at the gate: "Come back tomorrow if you want more." Svetlana R. from Poltava, your ass in the shower is simply space.