Futa HuCow Coffee Collection

by Reed James

  I froze. My mind went break. How did I do this?

  Thank goddess Ashley was around to coach me threw it because I couldn't remember what I had to put in where. But she gave me whispers and encouraging smiles. “That's right, cutie, now you add the chocolate. Yep, just like that. It's like making a latte but with a few extra steps.”

  The machine whirled and hissed. I dumped the shots of espresso into the cup with the chocolate as Ashley looked over at the customer. “So, whose tits do you want providing the milk? Hers? Mine? Both?”

  “Both,” the futa groaned. “You two both have such lush titties.”

  Ashley grinned. “Yes, we do.” Then she tugged down my bodice, my pillowy tits spilling out, my nipples pink and hard. “There they are, cutie. Mmm, I love these titties.”

  I shuddered and then followed suit. Her smile smoldered on her lips as her breasts bounced out, her nipples as big as mine but had a duskier hue, darker. Milk beaded on hers. I hungered to lean down and suckle on them again.

  She grabbed my right tit, and I grabbed her left. We pointed each other's nipple at the drink held between us, the steam of the cappuccino rising about my nubs. I shuddered, squirming, my pussy on fire as I squeezed her breast.

  She squeezed mine.

  I let out a whimpering moan as we milked each other. White streams squirted into the metal mixing cup. Our milk splashed along the walls and rolled down to the rich-black espresso. Milky clouds blossomed across the surface as our fingers squeezed and our hands slid down each other's udders.

  Every time she milked me, tingles shot down to my pussy. My dick ached and throbbed. I groaned, staring into her eyes, her green depths smoldering. Tingles raced through my body, my panties soaking up my cunt cream and precum.

  “Cutie, this is so hot,” she whispered. “The futa's just ogling us. She wants our milk so bad.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, squeezing her breast again, firing another stream of her milk out that soared past my squirting cream.

  “She's going to drink both our milk mixed together. Doesn't that just make your pussy wet, cutie?”

  “And my dick hard,” I groaned without thought.

  “Good.”

  She squeezed my breast a final time then let go. I, reluctantly, released her drink and brought the cup to the latte machine to mix it up with hot water. It steamed and whistled as it chugged away. In a moment, I pulled it off and dumped the drink into the cup.

  “Ask if she wants whip cream, cutie?” Ashley whispered as I went to put on the lid.

  My cheeks warmed. “Whipped cream, miss?”

  “Is it yours?” the futa asked.

  I shook my head, holding up a can. She just shrugged. I whooshed it on and then covered it with the lid and handed it over. I rang her up, my tongue tripping over itself from my embarrassment. I just milked Ashley's tit while she milked mine in front of a complete stranger. For money.

  “That was so hot,” the futa said and dumped a twenty into the tip jar. A twenty!

  “See, cutie, so worth it,” Ashley said. “I love this job. It's so much fun.”

  I nodded.

  My poor dick stayed hard through my entire shift. It was hours of this aching throb trapped in my panties. The tip begged for relief. It never really went soft. Not with Ashley flouncing around in her dirndl, her red hair swaying about her face, her short skirt almost flaring up to flash her ass when she bent over.

  And the milking...

  Sometimes we just milked ourselves, too busy dealing with a rush of customers, one of us cashiering and the other pumping our tits for the customer's amusements. Other times we milked each other. Often it was Ashley's breast getting squeezed, my hands sliding up and down her mounds, squirting her cream into the drinks while the customers drooled.

  “You are such a lucky futa,” a Black customer said, her dick hard in her jeans. “I would kill to handle those lush tits all day.”

  “I know she is,” Ashley said, smacking me on the rump. “And I get to play with hers. Doesn't she have a nice pair?”

  “Not really into futa-tits,” the customer said. Then she sipped her drink. “Damn, that is good.”

  The women always asked for my milk. Their eyes smoldered as they watched me squeeze my large breast, my cream squirting into their drinks. MILFs, young women, business women, and students all licked their lips as they watched my fat, pink nipples firing milk. Some pursed their lips like they imagined suckling from me.

  “That was so hot,” a cougar told me, her eyes flashing. She rubbed my hand as I handed over her drink. “I never saw a lactating futa.”

  I blushed as she pressed her twenty between my tits.

  “You lady killer, cutie,” Ashley laughed, snatching the twenty away and shoving it into the shared tip jar. “I should keep an eye on you. You might let some other woman milk those tits if I'm not careful.”

  “You make it sound like they're all yours,” I said.

  She gave me a naughty wink then turned and smiled at the next customer.

  As the evening wore on, another ache formed. My feet. I was used to that one, working hours of retail had taught me not so much to ignore it, but to tolerate it better. I had lost track of how many times my tits had been milked. Luckily, I produced a lot. But finally closing came.

  Ashley turned off the closing sign, her fingers playing with the tie of her dirndl. She loosened her bodice. “Ooh, now we get to take care of the store.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said. We'd been cleaning what we could, but now we could take care of the rest. I shifted, my dick still throbbing as I watched her advanced. Her loosened bodice let her tits dangle more instead of piled up into her lush mounds. Then she pulled down her bodice, freeing them. She squeezed her tits.

  “Mmm, yes, we need to take care of each other, too. I am so horny.”

  My dick throbbed. “What?”

  “And I know you've been suffering.” She reached me and feel to her knees before me. She lifted the skirt of my dirndl and exploded my hard futa-dick. “Look at that, cutie. Your panties are so tight.” She pulled them down, spilling out my dick. “Ooh, and you have such a cute, blonde bush trying to hide your pussy.”

  Before I could comprehend what was truly happening here, she had ducked her head low and ran her tongue through my pussy lips. My eyes widened at the feel of her probing through my pussy lips up to the base of my girl-dick. She swirled her tongue through my labia, teasing my silky flesh, making my dick throb.

  “Ashley?” I gaped.

  “Mmm, you taste good,” she moaned. “I like a futa with a yummy pussy.”

  “What is going on?” I asked. What was up with this store?

  “Why, I've been flirting with you since yesterday,” she said. “I got you this job so I could be naughty with you. D'oh. Haven't you ever seen a girl and just wanted to get freaky with her?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  “It's not different for us girls.” She licked her lips. “And ooh, you have such a huge dick.”

  I gasped as she sucked on my dick. I groaned as her tongue swept around the tip. Delight shot down my shaft to my pussy. I shivered, realizing this was something Mrs. Owens would never do for me. She'd let me fuck her pussy to please her, but she'd never suck my dick. Do something that could only give me pleasure.

  I whimpered and groaned, my tits swaying in my bodice. My nipples tingled, more milk leaking out of them, soaking my bodice again. I shivered, staring past my heaving breasts to look into her green eyes as she bobbed her head. Her fiery hair swayed about her hungry, young face.

  “Ashley,” I groaned, tugging down my blouse, spilling out my tits. “Oh, wow, that's good. Ooh, finger me, too! I need my pussy played with.”

  She purred around my girl-cock then shoved two digits into my sopping depths. I shuddered, my snatch clenching down on her digits as she sucked again. Both my cunt and my dick were being pleasured at the same time. The dual delights sent pleasure rippling through my body.

  Such d
elicious pleasure.

  I threw back my head and let out such purring moans. My blonde hair swayed about my shoulders as I shook. My pussy clenched down on her probing fingers. My dick throbbed in her sucking mouth. Pleasure shot down my futa-cock to my juicy cunt, meeting the tingles she stirred through me.

  They combined and swirled together. I whimpered, wanting to savor this, to let it last longer, but after the last six hours of milking my breasts, of touching her tits, of our exhibitionist service to our customers, I needed to explode.

  “Ashley!” I cried out, wanting to warn her, but the futa-cum fired out too fast.

  My cum spurted into her mouth. Powerful blasts exploded from my girl-cock. My futa-jizz flowed out of me, sending bursts of pleasure shooting through me. I whimpered, my pussy convulsing about her fingers. Cream flooded out around them, pouring down my thighs as the rapture and ecstasy reached my mind.

  Two different, but wonderful, pleasure swirled through my thoughts. I embraced them all, loving the, reveling in them. They buffeted me from the right and left. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered and groaned, my cunt clenching so hard.

  “Oh, that's it. Ooh, yes, I love it. drink my cum. I love it when a girl drinks every drop.”

  She sucked so hard, her green eyes glassy with delight. I swayed, stars bursting across my vision as my orgasm peaked in me. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked out the last drops of my girl-spunk. I swayed, my eyes fluttering.

  Her mouth popped off my dick. “Mmm, yes, you taste so good. Such yummy cum.” Her eyes flicked up to my breasts. “Now I need to try your other cream. See if it's as good as your pussy and cock's.”

  “Yes,” I whimpered as she tugged on my skirt, pulling me to the floor.

  She kissed me hard, letting me taste my own futa-cum. The salty treat staining her lips made my half-hard dick twitch. I knew I wouldn't go fully soft. In a few minutes, I'd be hard and rearing to go. I didn't fight her as she pulled me on top of her, our lips dueling, our naked tits rubbing together, her wet nipples brushing mine.

  Then she broke the kiss, her green eyes twinkling. “Turn around. Let's nurse from each other at the same time.”

  It took my lust-addled mind a moment to figure out what she meant. Then I spun around her, kneeling over her head and leaning my breasts above her face. As I lowered my tit to her mouth, I leaned down to latch onto her nipple.

  My right nub filled her mouth. I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet lips about my nipple. Just as I sucked hers past my lips, she suckled. My eyes widened. I groaned as my milk squirted into her hungry mouth.

  Then I nursed.

  We made such obscene suckling sounds as we nursed from each other. I gulped down her sweet cream, loving the melony aftertaste. I played with her fat nub, exploring it with my tongue between hard sucks. Her milk splashed against the roof of my mouth and coated everywhere.

  The taste lingered.

  It warmed my stomach every time I swallowed.

  My futa-dick throbbed harder and harder as we feasted on each other's breast milk. She moaned about my nub, her hand squeezing my udder, milking my boob. My pussy clenched every time my cream fired into her mouth.

  She whimpered and moaned about my nipple as I gulped down her milk. My hand reached down her body, pulling up her skirt. My eyes widened. I groaned about her nipple as I saw her crotch. She wasn't wearing panties.

  She had a shaved pubic mound. I could see the top of her slit as it vanished down between her thighs. Her plump flesh glistened with her juices. I suckled so hard from her nipple as I shoved my hand between her thighs and rubbed her.

  “Fuck!” she gasped, releasing my nipple. “I need you in my cunt. Do you feel how wet I am?”

  “Yes,” I groaned, rubbing at her feverish flesh. Her clit, located where my futa-cock thrust from folds, was so hard. I massaged it. “You're soaked.”

  “Get on your back, cutie! Let me ride that dick! Let me enjoy it! I've wanted you all fucking shift!”

  “Me, too,” I groaned. Here was a woman I could enjoy. Someone my age. Someone that wasn't married to the nicest futa in the world. “You don't have a boyfriend or anything, right?”

  “Of course not,” she huffed. “I'm not like that cheating slut, Mrs. Owens.”

  I winced and hoped she didn't notice. “Good,” I said, stretching out on my back, my cock thrusting up past my bunched up skirt. “People shouldn't do that.”

  “No, they shouldn't.”

  She mounted me, her breasts jiggling above her unlaced bodice of her dirndl, the suspenders framing those pillowy mounds. She grabbed my dick and brought it to her tight, wet slit. I shuddered as she swabbed my girl-dick across her folds.

  Then my new coworker slammed her juicy, hot cunt down my dick. Her huge tits bounced. Milk flicked from her dusky-pink nipples and rained hot across my face. I shuddered, my futa-cock aching in the depths of her cunt. She swallowed me to the hilt in a single plunge. Her cunt gripped my shaft. She stirred it around inside of her while whimpering in delight.

  “Oh, cutie, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, you have such a great cock.”

  “Thanks,” I panted. “You, uh, you have such a juicy pussy.”

  “I do,” she said, grinning down at me. “Mmm, we're going to have a lot of fun working together, cutie.”

  I nodded my head, reaching up to squeeze her udders.

  “Yes, yes, milk my tits as I ride this amazing dick!” she moaned, sliding her juicy cunt up my dick.

  The silky friction burned around my dick. I groaned and milked her tits. Her cream fired from her udders and sprayed across my own boobs and face. I opened my mouth, letting the sweet treat land on my tongue as I enjoyed her pussy.

  She whimpered, her snatch clenching down on my dick every time I milked her. Her tight snatch grew so incredible. I shuddered on the ground, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. Her red hair flew about my face as she rode me.

  “Yes, yes, milk my udders,” she groaned, grabbing my pillowy mounds and squeezing. “We're just two HuCow-sluts!”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned, my nipples throbbing as my milk squirted straight up into the air, our streams clashing.

  Hot milk fell on my tits and face. I shuddered, feeling milky drops run across my skin. The sweet delight filled my hips. She leaned over me, opening her mouth wide, catching my milk's squirts. I painted her face, dappling her in pearly cream.

  I shuddered, staring up into her eyes, loving the way my milk painted her features. Almost like cum. My dick throbbed in her cunt sliding up and down my shaft. She whimpered and moaned, her snatch squeezing down so hard girl-cock.

  “Ooh, cutie,” she moaned. “Oh, cutie, I'm going to cum on this amazing dick!” She squeezed my udders hard, milk squirting up to bathe her face.

  “Do it!” I groaned. “Cum on my dick. Milk my cock. Get out my dick-milk.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, slamming down my girl-cock. “I want that. Your dick-milk. My pussy is so hungry for it. She's such a hungry kitty for futa-cream!”

  Her twat writhed about my shaft. She whimpered and groaned, her flesh milking my dick. I shuddered, groaning, my futa-cock in her cumming snatch. I squeezed her tits, her cream splashing on my mouth as the pleasure shot through me.

  My cum fired into her snatch.

  “Yes, yes, yes, feed my pussy your dick-cream!” she moaned. “Ooh, that yummy milk is so hot inside of me.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, writhing on the floor as the ecstasy surged through my body. I whimpered and groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was such a wondrous treat. My cum boiled into her cunt. It fired into her depths and left me sucking in such deep breaths.

  I panted, the world spinning around me. My eyes fluttered. My cock ached and throbbed as I unloaded more and more sunk into her depths. The pleasure slammed into my mind, smothering my thoughts in rapture.

  I loved it.

  She slumped over me, our big tits rubbing together. Her green eye
s smoldered over mine. “Ooh, cutie, you are amazing.”

  “You're pretty fantastic yourself,” I beamed at her, my heart thudding away in my chest.

  “You are totally buying me dinner when we're done cleaning the store.”

  “It's a date,” I grinned.

  “You better believe it is, cutie.” She kissed me hard, our creamy milk staining our lips. I held her, shuddering, reveling in Ashley's vivacious passion.

  She was amazing. She was wonderful. These buzzing waves of new love swelled in me and...

  Mrs. Owens...

  Fuck, what would I do about Mrs. Owens? What would happen tomorrow at the HuCow coffee house?

  To be continued...

  Double HuCow Creamy Delight

  Futa HuCow Coffee 3

  (A Tale of the World of Futas)

  by

  Reed James

  Double HuCow Creamy Delight

  “A peppermint latte please,” the blonde woman in a red cashmere sweater, the top few buttons undone, ordered. She leaned forward, a bright smile on her lips, her cleavage filling up my field of vision.

  “Of course,” I said, tapping the touch screen of the point of sale system, selecting her drink. “Size?”

  “The large,” she said, giving me a big smile, her shoulders shaking, those lush breasts swaying.

  An itch tingled in my futa-dick and the lips of my pussy. My nipples ached and throbbed in my white blouse. My huge, lactating breasts were lifted into an impressive cleavage thanks to the tight, green bodice of my dirndl, the traditional, Bavarian dress you'd see at Oktoberfest. It added to the atmosphere of the Creamy Udders Coffee House.

  The only HuCow coffee house in Seattle.

  “And would you like the all-natural milk?” I asked next. “It'll be extra for that.”

  “It's why I'm here.” She licked her lips. “Yours. I've never had a futa's breast milk before.”

  “You're going to love it,” Ashley, my coworker and girlfriend, said. The flirty, young redhead sidled up to me in a matching dirndl, her generous tits jiggling in her low-cut blouse, her nipples also hard. Her shoulders rubbed against mine, making me tremble. “I love Harmony's breast milk.”