From Farmhand To Hucow: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  “Like get real. If I get as big as Regina I’ll be ecstatic!”

  For hucows like them they breast size was a big deal. Even Melody, who was the smallest on the farm, still had a bust which would eclipse the vast majority of people. In the real world giant tits would simply get in the way but on the farm bigger udders meant producing more milk; they meant being more useful.

  As the hucow pair were busy gossiping they heard the sound of the barn’s door being dragged open and it made them wiggle around in excitement. Finally the farmer had arrived.

  Often it was one of the male farmhands who came to tend to them but today it was Bob himself who was doing their particular rounds.

  “Mornin’ ladies,” he said as he strolled inside, Melody and Faith being the hucows closest to the entrance.

  “Good morning Bob!” Melody giggled happily.

  “Mornin’ farmer Bob!” Faith said as well.

  With Bob now on the scene all the hucows who had been slacking behind slightly quickly got into their positions, pressed up into the side of their pens with their giant udders hanging down, ready for milking. However it was Melody and Faith who were first in line to be hooked up and out of the two it was Faith who was first up.

  The strawberry blonde hucow moaned happily when Bob approached and squeezed her soft tits in his strong, masculine, hands. His touches got her nipples nice and erect, perfect for milking.

  He grabbed a hold of the milking pumps and sealed the plastic cups around her swollen teats, the rings sinking down into the doughy softness of her heavy jugs, making sure they were nice and secure. Once fitted in place properly he flicked on the machine and began the draining.

  Faith released a loud, moaning, moo sound that filled all the other hucows with jealousy and expectation. Within moments Faith’s face was a picture of ecstasy as her milk began to flow, being sucked out by the strong suction of the milking machine.

  Melody’s legs trembled, her knees knocked together, as Bob turned around and made his way to her. It was her turn next and that filled her up with joy.

  A squeak popped from her lips as she too got to feel the sensation of those large, macho, hands sinking into her soft tits, his fingers coaxing her nipples to their full stiffness.

  “So Melody, you enjoyin’ being a hucow?” he asked her as he began to secure her breasts into the plastic cups.

  She nodded her head sharply and moaned, “So much! I love being a hucow!”

  “That’s good and I got even better news for you. Seeing as you’re especially fertile today I’ve penciled you in for a breedin’ session.”

  Her little face lit up in glee at the news. It was something she’d heard about but was yet to experience for herself. On the farm, to help increase the milk production levels, each hucow was bred once a month when they were at their most fertile. It was now Melody’s turn.

  She looked up at Bob with a dreamy expression as he delivered the information, well aware that she could soon join all the other swollen, knocked up, hucows on the farm in pregnancy.

  “Thank you Bob! I won’t let you down!” she squeaked cheerfully, wiggling around in excitement as Bob fitted the second milking cup to her heavy udders.

  “I’ll come and get you later when we’re all set up. Until then let’s get you to work.”

  He flicked the switch on the milking machine and started up the strong suction that attacked those nipples with a flurry of strong sensations, sensations which coaxed moans from Melody’s lips and aimed to coax something else from her chest.

  With such a strong sucking motion engulfing her teats it didn’t take long for droplets of milk to start leaking out from her engrossed nipples, those starting drips soon transforming into a solid flow.

  Bob left her alone to hook up the others as her face also morphed into a picture of pleasure. Her pussy gushed and her body trembled as lust raced through her veins, her fingers pushing down to rub and tenderize that needy, dripping, slit.

  Melody lost herself into her own lustful world of pleasure as she masturbated eagerly and felt her tits being drained. Fantasies of breeding consumed her mind; she couldn’t wait for Bob to return for her. She wanted to be knocked up.

  The rest of the morning was spent being milked. Melody was left groaning, leaking and rubbing herself all the way up to midday when the farmers came and put those milking machines on a temporary pause so they could feed the hucows some healthy, cream mixed meals, full of the vitamins they needed to stay busty and productive.

  Just like any other hucow, Melody happily guzzled down her delicious lunch and felt her tastebuds being sated by the intoxicating flavor of fresh dairy. However unlike the other hucows, when she was finished, she wasn’t put back to milking. Instead Melody was freed from her confines and taken from her stall out into the open.

  It’d been quite some time since Melody had wandered around the farm under the hot, sunny, rays. Her tanned skin had turned back to a peachy paleness during her stay inside and it was back inside she was going as she was transferred from her home to a barn she hadn’t been in before.

  From the outside the barn looked just like all the others but inside it didn’t have any pens for hucows to live in. The thing which occupied the center of the barn was a harness and around that centerpiece was a collection of strong, muscular, farmhands.

  “Welcome Melody,” Bob said as the plush hucow in training was led inside, “First time you’ve been in the breedin’ barn, ain’t it?”

  She nodded as she looked around. The place was pretty empty compared to the other barns, just a few harnesses dangling down from above.

  “It sure is Bob! So then this is where you’re going to breed me!?”

  “Now now, it ain’t just me who is gonna do the breedin’. All my male recruits here are young, strong and virile. I’m sure at least one of us will be able to knock you up.”

  Melody moaned softly as her cheeks blushed. From what she’d seen about half of the hucows on the farm seemed to be pregnant and with so many fertile farmhands around it was easy to see why.

  Filled with both excitement and nerves, Melody skipped closer slowly, her curves jiggling as she moved.

  “So… what do I need to do?”

  “You just let us take care of it for you. As long as you’re a good girl you’re already doin’ everything you need to.”

  The strong hands of the men, who didn’t seem that much older than her, took a hold of her meaty body and guided her into position and that was lying down across that suspended harness.

  Her body’s natural softness sunk down into the strong, leather, straps which made a hammock style bed for her to lounge across, her huge tits dangling down through a convenient opening below.

  Both her arms and legs were guided and strapped into place to keep her nice and secure while something similar was placed around her neck. There was no way she was getting free and no way she was accidentally falling off unless everything snapped around her.

  “Are you sure this is safe?” she squeaked at them softly, “It’s not gonna break and drop me, is it?”

  “No need to worry Melody. These things are built to support bigger and heavier hucows than you. Don’t worry your silly lil head about anything and just think about how good we’re making you feel.”

  The way that her legs were trapped exposed her juicy, dripping, puffy pussy to the men and Bob took the opportunity to attack, rubbing his fingers along the length of that dripping slit. Getting her horny pussy rubbed instantly made Melody forget all of her worries.

  A loud, slutty, moo erupted from her lips as her toes curled and her eyelids fluttered. She was a hucow and they were the farmers, naturally she didn’t need to worry about a thing.

  “Okay Bob sir!” she moaned back at him, sinking into submission.

  From all around she caught the sight of the toned farmhands unbuckling their belts and pulling down their jeans to expose their rock hard, erect, cocks. The sight of those young dicks made her gasp, they were all
so hung!

  Behind her Bob unleashed his large shaft and pressed it against the entrance to her dripping, wet, fertile cavern.

  “Well I think I’ll go first, bit of payback for raisin’ you into the hucow you are today,” he said to his former apprentice, “Now let’s go put a calf in your belly.”

  His hands grabbed the straps which secured her legs, using them as purchase as he thrust his hard manhood inside, burying deep into the lustful, blonde, hucow.

  Melody’s moans squealed free from her puffy lips as that girthy rod sunk to the depths of her juicy, sensitive, insides, stirring up the mother inside of her, priming her body for breeding.

  Like the slutty hucow she was Melody mooed without restraint, eagerly accepting that fat dick into her meaty pussy as Bob thrust himself firmly, slapping his toned, muscular, stomach against just plump, doughy, ass. The slap of skin on skin left her backside stinging but the small wince of pain was already engulfed into a sea of overbearing pleasure, the sensations coaxing milk to gush from her hanging udders.

  “Hey she’s starting to leak, don’t let that go to waste,” one of the farmhands said as he crouched down under her body and wrapped his lips around a nipple, giving the milk a warm place to gush into.

  The first mouth encouraged a second and suddenly Melody was having both of her tits nursed on as her horny pussy was slammed from behind.

  Her moos got louder and her milk flow got faster as the pampering treatment washed over her blissfully. She was in hucow heaven, getting fucked and drained at the same time. She didn’t know how it could possibly get any better.

  As she was lost in her fantasy a shadow cast across her features and her nostrils sensed the presence of a man, a powerful musk engulfing her sense of smell.

  “Horny hucows like you are just too hot to resist. Here, suck on this. See what drinking milk tastes like for a change.”

  The extra farmhand pushed in from the front and pressed his black cock into her lips, filling her trapped head with erect dick.

  This was Melody’s first time tasting dick, even in her college days she’d always resisted the pleas of her partners to give them blowjobs, and the sensation completely blew her away. She didn’t think she’d ever find anything in the world which could compare to the taste of fresh hucow milk but the flavor of a raw dick thrusting into her lips was one which turned her mind to putty.

  Melody was getting attacked from all sides. There seemed be a cock grinding into her, or a pair of lips suckling her, from every angle; it was driving her body towards climax.

  Her form trembled in excitement as her tight muscles squeezed on the hard dicks which were pounding into her wet holes. In contrast to her tightening those cocks were throbbing.

  “Hmm, now that feels nice. Oh I’m almost there,” Bob growled from behind, “I’m about ready to cum.”

  “You ain’t the only one,” the man up front grunted, “I’m about to bust right down her throat.”

  Everything was leading towards one, big, messy climax and almost as one those orgasms arrived together.

  Bob thrusted into Melody’s pussy one final time and sealed in deep, unloading his seed straight into her fertile womb while the big, black, dick up front did the same into her mouth, spraying hot jizz directly into her throat.

  The sensation of thick male cream pouring into her body threw Melody over the limit and caused her pussy juices to erupt out in a messy display. Her milk flow did the same, a sudden rush exploding from those stiff nipples, flooding the hungry suckling mouths with delicious white hucow cream.

  All of their bodies rode through the pleasure for as long as they could and by the time the men were finished Melody’s body felt heavy with jizz, her stomach sullied and her womb filled.

  “Hot dang, nothin’ feels better that the soft pussy of a horny hucow,” Bob commented as he drew his hips back, freeing his hard shaft from her soaked loins.

  Her mouth was also freed from dick sucking service and she allowed to breath the excuse for fresh air which populated the musk filled barn.

  Panting heavily, the red cheeked Melody moaned back to Bob, “That felt amazing! Being bred is the best!”

  The men around snickered as her breasts were eased upon and Bob gave her meaty backside a soft smack that made that juicy mass jiggle.

  “You make it sound like it’s over. I’m sure you won’t be gettin’ any rest until everyone has put some kids of their own in your belly.”

  As if to prove their point the hung, hard, farmhands rubbed and slapped their erect dicks against her sides, slapping those firm lengths against her plush curves.

  She gasped beneath her breath, there were so many of them. Throwing her eyes around she counted at least a half dozen more dicks, six more breeding rods to stir up her needy pussy. It was utterly delightful.

  Before she even got a chance to rest the next man took his place and sunk his rock hard cock deep into her juicy loins, milking out another of her sultry moans. It was finally dawning on Melody how much work this breeding session truly involved. She wouldn’t be getting back to her pen for quite some time.

  How long had it been? Melody had no idea. There was no way for her to keep track of the time. She could barely keep count of how many times she’d been creampied by those farmhand studs, nevermind for how long they’d been filling her. She just knew it’d been for a long, long, time.

  Seemingly the entire afternoon passed with those hung, muscular, men ravishing her juicy body.

  Sweat dripped down her skin and moans erupted from her lips, milk gushing from her engrossed nipples as she remained in euphoria. How many times had she came? A pointless question, numbers meant nothing to her mushy brain, only pleasure.

  Hard dicks of different shapes and sizes used her pussy and even toyed with her other holes when they simply lusted for more and didn’t have breeding as a priority. Still each of them made sure to cum inside her womb, then again and again and once more after that. Bob had said that it wouldn’t be over until each had had a turn, he didn’t warn her that they could possibly want more than that.

  With a fresh hucow losing her breeding virginity, the farmhands wanted to go all day long.

  Her pussy was stirred up with long, black, dicks. It was stuffed with fat, white, cock. Her ass was spanked, her tits were drained and her clit was teased until it felt raw. They weren’t just breeding Melody, they were fucking Melody.

  Dried on cum stained over her flesh. The suspended hucow, completely trapped by firm leather, couldn’t do a thing but take what they gave her but that was something she loved.

  As the hung men used her body for yet another round the lustful blonde hucow moaned out her slutty mooing groans, her stomach heavy and her face twisted in lust.

  While she was one incredibly sexy woman, her curves wide and juicy, her tits huge and soft, her pussy tight and wet, the men who were using her weren’t machines. They’d been savoring her body completely for almost an entire afternoon. They’d came buckets inside of her body and their limits were being tested.

  “This hucow is the best,” one of the farmhands grunted, “She’s gonna completely milk me dry.”

  “I know, I know. I only have one shot left to give her.”

  “Hey let’s all give this slutty beast a fitting send off. Let’s give her a gift to remember her first breeding session.”

  Hot cum dripped from her pussy as her womb felt swollen with the huge quantity of jizz which had been pumped inside. She wouldn’t be surprised to find out she was knocked up after such a filling which was why the farmhands left her sensitive loins alone for the final act.

  All six of the men gathered around her front and jerked their huge cocks off while looking at the face of the moaning, collared, hucow.

  “Hey girl, we wanna blow and if you ask nicely the six of us are gonna cream right over your pretty face.”

  She felt weak, tired, exhausted after such a long session but still she had learnt to adore sex almost as much as she adored being
milked. Being coated in hot, musky, male jizz sounded like a heavenly experience to Melody.

  “Please,” she mooaned up at them, her tongue rolling out, “Please coat me in all of your man milk!”

  That was the final ingredient they needed to blow, to fire out their ropes of hot cum all over her features, the six strong group each spraying in unison, marking her features in seed.

  Her face looked blissful. Messy, but blissful. Breeding was even better than she’d ever imagined. She wished she could be back to get coated in spunk every single day but sadly that wouldn’t be the case.

  Besides after getting her loins used so much her body would probably need to rest for about a month anyway. All a day’s work for a lustful hucow.