Sharing the Hucow

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by Sarah Sethline


  I didn't want to give him the wrong idea, but I also wanted to remain cordial. So the best I could come up with in my inebriated state was to drop a few hints.

  "My husband, Aaron, is busy chatting up a colleague from work, and I'm just here taking it all in. But right back atcha… What's a studly bull like you doing away from your girl?"

  He let out a deep laugh, which was muffled by his mask, before replying, "Aren't you the curious one. My girlfriend is off someplace grinding against a horny hyena, but you couldn't help but steal my eye. That set of udders you have on you attracted my gaze like magnets. I've never seen a pair more luscious or delicious looking…"

  His eyes settled on my breasts and stayed entranced there. He'd caught me a little off guard by being so forward, but I suppose I was kind of asking for it with the way my tits were hanging out, the ultimate tempting teat treat for those who weren't too bashful to look.

  I could sense him grinning from behind his mask.

  "And I'll have you know, I'm very thirsty…"

  Any other night I would have brushed off his creepy comments or told him to go fuck himself. But truth be told, my tits were aching with milk, be it that it was my usual time to be nursing the baby. The naughty drunk in me decided to mess with him.

  I took my breasts into my hands and lightly squeezed as I cradled them.

  "Well, I have good news and bad news, Mr. Bull. The good news is that these tits you covet so much are, indeed, bursting at the seams with delicious, creamy drink. I have enough to satisfy several calves, I'd guess."

  I slowly raised a tit up to my lips and seductively swirled my tongue around its nipple.

  "The bad news is, though, that you ain't a calf."

  I could see the log in his leotard stiffening. He was silent for a few moments before groaning, "Oh Bessie, Bessie. Why you gotta be such a tease? Such an unbearable tease… I would give anything for just the smallest taste. Just a tiny one. Surely you can find it in your heart to give an old bull a suckle on the teats next to it. We can use the bedroom down the hall. Let me relieve some of that pent-up pressure in your udders, and maybe then you can relieve some of the milk in my udder."

  His words were beyond arousing to me, and I had to hand it to him for not giving up so easy. My pussy was wet and my tits wanted to be, too -- wet with the milk that could be flowing into his mouth. To have a guy latched on and gulping at the tit was a fantasy I'd denied for far too long. I had an all-over ache merely thinking about being groped and suckled and swallowed by a mysterious man such as him.

  I blame the alcohol, but I was suddenly feeling laidback enough that the idea of allowing him a little taste didn't seem like it would hurt anyone. If anything, it'd actually be helping me, because god damn if my tits couldn't be persistent when they were swollen with milk. It'd be saving me a pump that I couldn't feed to the baby, anyway, be it that his drink would still be laced with my drinks.

  I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, clumsily balancing as I slurred my words in a flirtatious manner.

  "Hmm, it seems you're in luck, Mr. Bull. My udders ache so badly from the pressure of this milk, and I'm not about to leave the party to go pump. You have to behave yourself, though, and only suck until they are relieved. I'm not on any kind of birth control, so don't go tryin' to share your milk with me."

  The big black bull nodded quickly, saying, "Whatever you want, Bessie. What you say goes. I just need to have my tongue on those great big nipples of yours, slurping your milk. And if you change your mind about wanting *my* milk, that would be wonderful, too."

  He seemed pretty keen on wanting to explode within me, but I brushed it off as silly talk. I definitely wouldn't let matters get that far… I wasn't that cum-crazed girl I was in college.

  At least, that's what I told myself.

  My eyes looked around the party, seeing if I could spot Aaron, before I dutifully followed the strange bull down the hallway and into the guest bedroom. He closed the door behind us and smiled, watching my every move as I positioned myself onto the queen bed and propped my upper half up using a few cushy pillows.

  The bull approached on my left side, sat down on the bed and half-laid down, so that his head - and, most importantly, his mouth - was in line with my bursting bosom. He removed his headpiece to reveal a grin wider than you could imagine as his gaze drank in the sight of my heavy jugs with lust.

  He was amazingly handsome, one of those model-type light black guys with the striking green eyes. He wasted no time and immediately reached out to cup and knead at my left breast, massaging it in circles as his mouth latched hard onto my other tit. He sucked it with force, and I could feel the milk flowing out of me, as he groped and aggressively drained me.

  His face was buried in my tits, and with every side to side nuzzle of his head, I could feel his slight scruff brushing against my bulbs. The contrast of his rough mug rubbed up against my soft mounds was a sensation that darkened and excited my nipples even more.

  OH GOD. Oh my god, was all I could think as he used his tongue to swirl around my beading nipple once, twice, then latched on for another hard suck. I could tell my nips were rock hard as I dribbled onto his tongue, my drink flowing and pushing into his mouth.

  "Mmm, Bessie, your tit milk is the finest I've ever tasted," the bull informed me between gulps and moans.

  I could sense it getting thicker and creamier the longer he sucked, and it took all the self-restraint I could muster not to play with myself while he did it.

  "Oh, fuck!" I gasped as another squirt of hot tit cream flowed into the bull's mouth.

  He drew even harder on my perky pink bud, his thick lips suctioned around as much tit as could fit. He lapped up spurt upon spurt of my sweet warm liquid as I frantically bucked my breasts against him.

  "Mmm, drink it all… there's still more coming," I purred as I grabbed onto the tuft of his hair and steered him hard into my breasts.

  "Mmmmm," he mumbled with contentment as he kept on chugging, his grasp on my engorged jugs leaving red finger marks where he groped.

  I moaned lowly and my head fell back as he pinched my left nipple with his fingers and my right nip with his teeth. The milk from my unsucked tit was beginning to bead on the tip of my nipple, willed out from the action.

  This was the first occasion I'd ever experienced sexual arousal from getting my tits sucked, and god, was it even better than I had fantasized about. This pure, raw, primal suckling of my teats - which were heavily leaking into the bull's mouth as he squeezed them - was something I'd longed desperately for Aaron to do, but had always been met with half-hearted attempts.

  The bull was groaning right along with me, grunting and moaning as he enthusiastically lapped at my lactating mounds, alternating between the two now so as to distribute my relief (and his) equally. You'd think he was sucking straight on my pussy with the pleasure I felt.

  I was getting so turned on, lying there supporting and caressing his head, holding it in place against my breasts just like I would do if he was feeding between my legs, that I found my other hand casually resting on his strong thigh. The bliss that was radiating through me from having him hungrily slopping up my tits was so overpowering, that in my horny haze I started to slowly and seductively rub on his leg.

  He immediately shifted his body so that my rubbing was in direct contact with his massive bulge, his lips never leaving my breast and his hardcore sucking never ceasing. The wiser part of me knew it was wrong to let my hand linger there, but the feel of his big balls and impressive shaft was so delightful and dare say, larger than any I'd ever had, that I couldn't help but indulge as I got my tits sucked.

  In a pleasure-drunk fog, I began to swipe my hand up and down on his cock lump, mesmerized by the feel of it growing under my touch. Very stealthily he removed the hand groping the breast not currently being sucked dry and used it to unzip his costume to the point of allowing his hard dick to pop out.

  My hand seamlessly switched from stroking his cover
ed cock to his giant, thick, in-the-flesh one, so long and hot to the touch. The harder and longer he sucked me, the more I felt the urge to jack him off in our mutual shared ecstasy. His dick was hard, harder than dicks normally get - the kind of hard that comes from a man being especially aroused. I knew from fucks of the past that extra hardness would feel amazing in my pussy.

  "Mmm, Bessie, keep doing that, and my milk will definitely be finding its way into your hot little mouth or wet, married cunt."

  His words didn't alarm me but rather, drew me mad even more. His sucking was so superior I could tell my teats were nearly empty, but I kept on pumping his cock and stroking his sac because I now craved relief in *another* form.

  I was out of my mind with passionate need as he finished slurping the last few drops of my tit milk. I slipped off my headpiece and allowed my body to slump to the side, aligning my mouth with his cock and my pussy with his head. We exchanged no words as he slowly undid the zipper surrounding my crotch, opening it to expose my soaking, ripe cunt.

  On instinct, I leaned in and covered his big dick with my mouth. He did the same with my wet pussy, making it even wetter with his tongue. He could tell I needed it, and needed it bad.

  I loved the way he feasted on my inner folds, relentlessly sucking from slit to clit, his tongue even more talented on my sex than it had been on my tits. He wasn't shy about clamping down on my most sensitive parts with his mouth, aggressively willing out my orgasm.

  Just then, the black stud flipped over and took me with him, the two of us fully in the 69 position now with me on top. He forcefully parted my thighs so that he could fully envelop his mouth around my vulva.

  My orgasms started shooting off one after another, causing me to hum and quiver around his cock in my mouth. His movements didn't seem random at all but rather, part of a masterful orchestra of ecstasy. There was something about the way he ran his tongue up and down my inner folds, then honed in and sucked, that made me cum hard and my toes curl. His thick lips and strong tongue applied all the right pressure in all the right spots. There was nothing timid about the way he devoured my pussy.

  I was doing my best to keep up my end of the bargain by worshipping his cock, though the near pass-out pleasure I was experiencing - both from getting my clit sucked raw and the exquisite feel of his thick, hard dick massaging my inner cheeks - surely affected my technique to some degree. I loved feeling how wet and sloppy my pussy was under his mouth.

  His giant bull cock swelled in my hole, and soon it was my mouth that was taking in squirt upon squirt of his creamy cum, his delicious man milk. I felt like I was reliving my college days, just a cum-hungry whore on the end of some strange guy's prick, and it made me feel more sexually alive than I'd felt in years.

  I dutifully massaged his cock down my throat until it was no longer hard, and my black bull responded in kind with my clit, sucking until my pussy felt wonderfully numb. We arranged ourselves into a more normal position when we were finished, and he took me into his arms like it was nothing.

  As my head rested on his chest, I realized this man had smashed all previous records held by other conquests: Biggest cock. Best pussy eater. Expert tit suckler.

  He'd rocked my body and my world, and not for a single second did I regret what we had just done together. Far the opposite, in fact.

  We didn't even know each other's first names, but that didn't stop him from leaning in to kiss me, our tongues pressing into one another as we shared a deeply passionate kiss. I'd had this stranger's privates in my mouth, and he'd had mine in his, and all was right in the world.

  Before long I became aware of the time that had passed, and began to think that we should probably gather ourselves and rejoin the others. My black bull had other plans, however, and quickly pulled me back into him when I tried to get up.

  "Give me just a sec, Bessie, then I'll show you what pleasure really feels like. You know your juicy cow cunt wants to feel this big black cock inside it. I know you've been picturing it from the moment you saw me: you wide-open on all fours, with this hung bull fucking you from behind like nature intended."

  Despite my clouded state, I remembered I wasn't on any pill, and certainly shouldn't be letting him stick his dick in me. According to my period tracker, I was close to the most fertile stage of my cycle, but somehow this knowledge aroused me even more. The forbidden thrill of getting fucked by a god such as him, coupled with what we had already shared together, was a temptation I couldn't refuse.

  I wanted, needed that big black bull cock of his lodged high up my tight cunt. Cumming from oral alone wasn't going to cut it. I wanted to feel my walls clamping hard around his cock, milking him from the inside until he came, too.

  I sat up and made a hand-pony of my hair as I leaned in to partake in another long, hard suck of his cock, initiating his re-arousal and declaring my interest to get fucked HARD. I turned back to smile slyly at him as I arranged myself like a dog - or rather, cow - on the bed.

  The stud moved instantly behind me, his body falling over mine in order to grab at and massage my dangling breasts, so swollen and full in his hands. His thick helmet was pressing into my cum-slick, engorged lips, and he took his time sliding two or three inches of his wide girth into my wanting hole.

  I could tell he was easing into it on purpose, staying on the safe side of assumption that I was an amateur when it came to taking a dick like this. We'd never met - hell, we still didn't know each other's name - so he had no way of knowing I was no newbie and had, in fact, fucked plenty of prime cocks in my day, of ALL shapes and sizes.

  Wanting there to be no doubt, I pressed back HARD into him, plunging his monstrous meat full into my pussy, burying him to the hilt. It felt SO fucking good and SO fucking full, my slutty cunt stuffed deep with his raging, rock hard rod. You wouldn't think that ten or so inches could clear the depth of my needy cunt, but he was buried to the balls and we were both fuckin' lovin' it.

  I let out a few breathy "ohhhs" before whipping my face around and saying very seriously, "Okay, Mr. Bull. You talked the big talk. Now fuck the hard fuck."

  My naughty words invigorated him, and he was soon fucking me with rapid, plunging thrusts, bottoming out my entire pussy with each hard stroke. I could feel his huge black balls smacking against the back of my thighs and sometimes even my pussy.

  He continued to grab at my tits and fuck me hard as he leaned in and whispered hotly in my ear, "Oh god, Bessie. This is one tight slit you've got on ya. Most gals can't handle the entirety of my meat, but your pussy is swallowing it whole. The harder I fuck ya, the tighter it clamps down. I hope you ain't ovulating, baby girl, otherwise I'm gonna give you and that hubby of yours a little black baby with my monstrous, creamy load."

  The bull's seductive statement awakened something utterly primal in me. I can't explain it, but in that moment I wanted - more than anything - for his thick load to coat my canal completely and for his active swimmers to pelt into my cervix. I craved to be shot up with cum by a powerful, domineering man such as him; to have my insides flooded with his grade-A semen.

  And if it resulted in a pregnancy, so be it.

  I slipped a hand between my thighs and palmed his swinging sac for a sec.

  "Oh yes, baby… I would love nothing more than for you to fuck your baby into me, to fill my quivering cunt with your hot Negro load. So go on, empty into me. Empty it all into me," I purred as I massaged his nut sac, desperate to will out that cum.

  My hot and heavy pleas sent the bull careening over the edge; one last, massive stroke, and then he was in my pussy to the root as he unleashed inside it. It was hot as fuck feeling his dick throb and convulse, spitting spurts of his seed high into my cunt. I was overcome with pleasure as my eyes rolled back, and his orgasm caused my orgasm.

  As the last of his wonderful seed drained into me he stayed attached at my ass, slowly and repeatedly plugging my filled hole with his massive, trunk-like cock. He was pushing his creamy load even further into me, so warm and wet
. He kept doing that for a good few minutes, heightening my chances of becoming pregnant for sure.

  When he eventually slid out of me with a wet, suctioning sound, I missed the feel of his giant cock immediately. I was preparing to rejoin him for some "fuddles" - fuck cuddles - when suddenly I felt hands that weren't his groping my ass, and a tongue that wasn't either mopping up my drooling pussy.

  I flipped my head around and was astonished to find Shannon, the party host, adjusting her angle to suck hard on my freshly fucked cunt. I caught her winking at my bull friend before resuming her feast.

  In between slurps of my slick, cum-wrecked pussy, she said slyly, "Was I right or was I right, Mark? I told you this ol' girl wouldn't be able to say no to you sucking her tits or taking your fat black cock. She came to this party ready to be sucked and fucked… didn't you, Erin?"

 

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