From Farmhand To Hucow: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  From Farmhand

  To Hucow

  The Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2017 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

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  Contents

  From Farmhand To Hucow

  From Farmhand To Hucow 2

  From Farmhand To Hucow 3

  Other Books You May Be Interested In

  From Farmhand To Hucow

  In a place which could easily be described as the middle of nowhere, flanked on either side by vast fields which seemed to go on forever, a lone bus trundled down the country lane, blowing up dirt and dust under its heavy wheels.

  Not many people took this route. The bus did one lap in the morning and another in the evening and still only a handful of people could be expected at each time of day. However today was especially quiet and the bus was only carrying one passenger and she was even rarer than most. She didn’t want to go all the way through, she wanted dropping off at the only stop along the way; Honeypot Farm.

  Sat right in the middle of the route, right in the middle of the wilderness, was a quaint, unassuming, farm. Barns, picket fences, a wooden house right in the center, it certainly didn’t look odd from a distance. The only way to truly notice its oddities would be to venture closer and that was where the lone passenger was heading.

  The bus came to a stop at the entranceway to that farmland, the huge metal vehicle stopping with a creak as the doors slowly dragged themselves open.

  “You sure you’re gonna to be alright here ma’am?” the bus driver asked the young woman as she was just departing, “Farm work ain’t no easy task. You sure a city slicker like you is gonna be up to it?”

  She looked back at him, giving him a confident smile, “Don’t worry about me, I was raised in the city but I was born on the land. I know how to handle myself.”

  “Then just look after yourself. I wish ya luck,” he said as he closed the doors behind her and took off down the road and off into the distance. With it went her only way out of there until sunset. Even if she wanted to change her mind there was no way to do so. The only thing left to do was wander inwards.

  Picking up her bags the pretty, young, blonde began the long trek up the lengthy dirt path and into her new place of work.

  Her name was Melody and she was a twenty one year old entering into her final year of university after the summer was over, a summer she was going to spend working in the countryside.

  Melody was surprised when she was scouted by Honeypot and asked to come and work for them for a spell. She was only five foot two, she was all curves rather than muscle and she was more a cheerleader type than a farming girl but the money was so good she couldn’t turn them down. Plus she was informed that helping out over the summer would count as extra credit, those were some marks that she could really do with. It was two birds, one stone.

  Dressed up in some cowgirl boots, small jean shorts and a front tied checkered shirt, Melody slogged down the path with a cowgirl hat hiding her from the hot rays. Finally she was getting close. The farmhouse was no longer a dot on the horizon, she was just about arriving.

  One thing that was surprising her slightly as she was pretty much in the center of the farm was the lack of sounds around her. She imagined a farm would be filled with animal noises, the clucking of chickens, the yapping of dogs and the oinks of pigs but she couldn’t hear anything. It was almost strange.

  Melody was so deep in thought that she didn’t even spot that the farmer had came out to meet her.

  “Howdy there,” he yelled over to her, snapping her out of her daydreaming.

  “Ah! Oh… hello! Sorry about that, I was somewhere else.”

  “Nah don’t mention it. You must be Melody, right? I’m Bob, nice to meet ya.”

  In her farmland fantasy, Melody had imagined the man running the show would be an old, withered, grey man who had been tending to his crops since the start of time but Bob actually looked a lot younger than that and he also looked kinda… hot.

  Bob was a good looking man in his thirties with a very masculine quality about him. He had strong features, a chiseled jaw, a large build, strong muscles and a full head of dark brown hair. His skin was tanned and his face was home to a light stubble, he looked less Old MacDonald and more Hollywood presents farming.

  “Nice to meet you too Bob,” she replied to her new boss cheerfully, “I can’t wait to get started here.”

  “Now that’s what I like to hear. Gotta like a girl prepared to put the work in. So you ever worked on a farm like this before?”

  “I used to visit my grandad’s farm when I was young… but that was a very long time ago.”

  “That’s alright, if I needed experience I woulda hired someone else. Well lemme show you what your duties are around here.”

  Bob led the way and Melody followed, heading from around the front of that farmhouse to the rear where large, wooden, barns could be found. Finally, as they got closer, Melody heard the sound of animals for the first time since arriving. Softly she could hear the sound of mooing from the distance, the destination seemingly in those barns.

  The man of the farm grabbed at the big, wooden, double doors which protected his stock from the elements and dragged them open, letting those muffled moos flow out without reserve.

  It was only once Melody looked inside the barn that she realized that all of those sounds she’d been hearing weren’t coming from animals. They were coming from people.

  The barn was filled with women!

  Melody gasped and stumbled backwards, landing on her behind with a thud as she pointed at the scene in front of her, rows of women locked up in strange devices.

  “What the heck is that!?” she screamed, overcome by fear.

  “Huh? What, that getting your panties in a twist? Didn’t ya know what kind of farm this was? This right here is a hucow farm.”

  “Hu...cow?” Melody repeated, completely confused.

  “Ya never heard of hucows? I guess it still ain’t really known in the cities. Well it turned out that while cow milk was nice what the people really like drinking is human milk. Once we figured that out, and figured out how much more cost effective hucows are over regular cows, it was a no brainer to switch over production.”

  How could she have never heard about this stuff before? Had she been drinking hucow milk all along?

  “So those people… those hucows they are people, aren’t they?”

  “Just like you and me. Being a hucow is just a job. Except for some drugs we feed them to up their milk production what they do ain’t too different from anything else. You city folk spend your days in cubicles answering phones, out here we spend it making milk.”

  It was the craziest thing Melody had ever heard but the people in the barn certainly looked like normal people. Their breasts were massive and they were all letting out such lewd sounds but all of them looked ordinary enough.

  While looking over that barn full of hucows, Melody suddenly developed a scary thought.

  “W-wait, that isn’t why I’ve been brought here, is it?”

  “To be a hucow? Nah that ain’t it. Already got a lotta hucows, what I need is someone to look after them for me. Sure men are great at the heavy lifting but I like having
that feminine touch around, they seem to understand the ladies better than I do.”

  Melody took another look into the barn, at all the women getting their giant breasts drained by milking machines as they releasing moaning moo sounds, with looks of pleasure on their faces.

  “Like… I need to have a think about this. This is all a little too crazy for me.”

  “That’s alright. Come on let’s head back to my house for now. We can have another chat about it and you can get your head straight.”

  Bob closed the barn back up and left the women to their work, heading back the way they’d came towards the farmhouse with Melody following slowly behind, her glances looking back over towards where they’d just been.

  Hucows? How had she never heard of that before? Could she really work in a weird place like this?

  A day on the farm and Melody had managed to get her emotions in check.

  Thanks to having a talk with Bob she learnt more about the hucow business and grew more comfortable with the entire situation. Then, when it was starting to get dark outside, she returned to the barn to meet the girls after hours.

  When they were working they were hucows, they were moaning, empty headed women who loved getting their giant tits drained. However once their shifts were over they went back to being normal, giggly, gossipy girls. They still seemed a little scatterbrained but they clearly liked working on the farm, they couldn’t stop telling Melody so; how much they liked being hucows. Their eagerness soothed Melody’s worries.

  Because the farm was in such an isolated location the hucows all slept on-site, their stalls all equipped with small living spaces for them to relax and sleep in. The same went for the staff with Melody occupying a spare room in the farmhouse.

  She still wasn’t completely sure about the job but the only way to make a decision was to give it a proper go.

  The next day, nice and early with the sun still rising, Melody began her first day as a farmhand.

  Her duties were all about tending to the hucows. She was to make sure they were all fed, comfortable and happy by taking care any of their issues as they arose. With Bob and his staff tending to the other barns and the other jobs around all she had to do was look after the stock within one, around forty hucows in total. How hard could it be?

  Melody’s shift started pretty simply. The hucows presented their huge, hanging, tits to her and she simply had to apply the suction cups to their thick nipples and start up the milking machines. It was once the milking was underway that things began to get difficult for her.

  One thing Melody hadn’t realized from watching from afar was just how hot and bothered the hucows got by getting their breasts drained. She’d naively thought the mooing moans had simply been due to the stimulation of their nipples being sucked but it turned out the hucows liked to provide their own added stimulation as well.

  The air was filled with the hot scent of lustful juices trickling from the gushing pussies of the naked hucows, their mounds steaming with pleasure as they used their own hands and toys to masturbate vigorously. Being milked made those naughty hucows feel very hot and bothered.

  Applying those suction cups had been kinda embarrassing for Melody but the way they acted once they’d been applied completely blew that out of the water.

  Melody’s face burned as moans echoed her way from all around, along with the wet shlick of fingers stirring up wet, juicy, cunnies. She’d never seen so many bliss absorbed faces in her life, their looks were completely indecent.

  She wasn’t a lesbian or anything like that but the sound, the sights, the smells of the hucows were really getting to her. Her legs were shaking and she could even feel a heat building in her loins, her heart pulsing quickly. What was she supposed to be doing here anyway!?

  “Please. Please,” Melody heard being moaned from a stall not too far away.

  Following the voice she found a cute, chubby, red faced brunette with absolutely massive mammaries jiggling in place, her face twisted in pleasure.

  “A-are you talking to me?” Melody asked, embarrassed by the hucow’s slutty expression.

  “Yes, please help me. My toy, I dropped my toy. I need it, please, my fingers aren’t enough.”

  Spying down between her spread legs Melody spotted the toy she was talking about. It was a big, thick, pink dildo with bumps all over the shaft to provide an added dose of stimulation. It was coated with a thick glisten of juices and was sitting in a messy puddle which made it clear that it had been well used before tumbling down to the floor.

  Melody gulped to herself as she fully came to realize her task. She had to go and fetch the toy for her.

  “J-just gimme a second, I’ll get it for you!”

  Luckily each stall had a side entry point which meant that Melody didn’t have to scale over the fencing like a climbing frame and could instead slip in and behind the lustful hucow. However entering the den only made the scent of feminine need in the air grow more potent. She practically felt choked on its intensity.

  Her cheeks were on fire and that tingling between her thighs was only getting stronger as she hovered behind the wobbling rear of the moaning hucow and close to her dripping snatch. Grabbing the toy from below meant venturing even closer to the forbidden fruit.

  The air felt completely contaminated as Melody leant downwards and hooked her fingers around the thick toy which was still wet with satisfaction. Just touching the thing, lifting it, felt perverse. Melody’s mind felt dirtied by smut.

  “Have you got it yet!?” the hucow asked with a trembling groan, her need overflowing.

  Snapping out of her daze, Melody squeaked, “Ah! Yes! I have it right here!”

  “Then please, put it in me!”

  “W-w-w-what?”

  “I’m so horny, so horny! Please, fuck me with it!”

  If her cheeks had been on fire earlier then the blaze had spread to her entire face upon hearing such a perverted request. Never before had Melody experienced such feelings of embarrassment.

  “Y-you want me to use this… on you… right there?” she whimpered softly, almost finding it hard to process it.

  “Hurry, I need it soo bad!”

  When she was told a feminine touch was needed to help the hucows this really wasn’t what she imagined but she didn’t really seem to have much of a choice. Even if it was just for the one day she had to do this.

  With trembling hands, Melody pressed the head of that pink, bumpy, sex toy into the dripping pussy of the horny hucow and slowly sunk it inside.

  A loud, squealing, blissful, mooing moan came from up front as the hucow who was filled released a sound of satisfaction. It was a sound bold enough to rock through Melody and to will her on to provide more.

  Gripping onto the very end of the toy, Melody began to work it in and out of that sloppy slit, pushing it forwards before dragging it back and repeating the process again, thrusting the dildo deep into her loins to provide doses of pleasure to the plump hucow. It made her moan more and forced her twat to leak, those pussy juices gushing out and staining all over Melody’s hands and fingers, coating her in that female lust. It was making the scent in the air even stronger, Melody’s nose unable to stop itself from breathing it in.

  “So this is enough, right?” Melody asked hopefully, her body feeling strange from partaking in such a sexual act with another woman who seemed to be enjoying it so.

  “Noo! Not just yet! Moore please! Just a bit moore!”

  Melody wanted to escape quickly so she began to work her arm quickly, really stirring up that leaking hole. It worked like a treat as the hucow began to howl in pleasure. Then the eruption began.

  Being driven over the edge, the hucow began to cum. She began to spray out a hot, juicy, orgasm which released everywhere in a bold and messy display which included around the toy and up onto Melody.

  The farmhand in training squeaked as her face was splashed with hot, sticky, juices which carried such a powerfully sexual fragrance with them. The raw scent was
suddenly bathed all over her.

  “Moo, soo good,” the hucow groaned as Melody stumbled back, leaving the toy buried inside that pleasured passage, too busy trying to wipe the wetness from her face.

  As Melody escaped from the booth and tried to remove the caked on satisfaction from her features she felt herself growing dizzy from the direct exposure to that unbearably hot smell. Her heart was pounding, her pussy was boiling and her legs were trembling; it was hard to walk in a straight line.

  Swaying from side to side, a panting Melody wobbled through the barn before tripping to the side, her swinging arm inadvertently knocking one of those milking suction cups out of place.

  The hucow who suddenly got her teat roughly freed, a big, mature, curvy redhead, squeaked suddenly from the sensation as her milk was left gushing down to the floor.