by Nikita Storm
He showed me the check for ten-thousand dollars and I almost swooned again. This was real, then? They weren't pulling my leg. "I take it that we'll need to wait for the agreement to expire before moving?"
"Yes, but we can make plans and get ourselves ready. Are you willing to take his baby for the team as it were?"
I nodded and kissed him passionately on his lips. "This doesn't affect our marriage, right?"
"Nope. Not in the slightest."
"Good," I said smiling, "get down to the bank and get that sucker cashed. I'll deal with Mr. Bachelor."
"Great!" He opened the door and walked out. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Knock his socks off. Show him what a hot Hucow you are!"
We both laughed.
*****
As soon as my husband left for the bank, I sidled up to Bert with my come-on eyes. "I hear you want me to be your Hucow?" I said in the sexiest voice I could muster.
He nodded. "I'm glad Jack told you. I wasn't sure how you'd react."
"To be honest," I said as I reached out to touch his body, "I really don't understand any of it. All I know is that I have the hots for you and we desperately need the money."
He smiled. "I thought--"
"You thought that a good-looking gal like me couldn't possibly be interested in a hot stud-muffin like you?" I reached my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.
He nodded as I felt his lips respond.
"You thought wrong." I kissed him and lifted my leg up just as I did in my mind every time. As far as I was concerned, this was an absolute dream come true.
"I love you," he said as our lips parted.
"Well, I'm married, but for an hour a day, I'll be your Hucow pregnant wife. How does that sound?"
He nodded and crushed my petite body to his, forcing the breath out of me. "I'd like that very much." He pressed his rock-hard abs against me and I could feel his stiff cock against my leg as my robe unceremoniously fell to the floor.
"Take me!" I cried as my body yearned to be dominated by him. "Cum in my unprotected, fertile womb!"
"Not yet." He pushed away and I pouted. "I want to milk you first. Come," he said as he bade me to follow. He took me to the kitchen where he brought out two milk pails and set them on the floor. "Fill them," he commanded in the deepest, most manly voice I'd ever heard.
"Sure," I said, picking them up.
"No, on the floor. On your hands and knees. Like a cow."
His voice was so deep and gruff that I trembled. This was weird, but for ten-thousand dollars, I'd pretty much do anything he asked me to. Who was I kidding? I would do anything.
"Like this?" I asked as he slipped my robe underneath my knees.
"Yes." Oh God I felt my heart leap as he approved. "Now, I want you to slowly start milking your breast with one hand. The left one first in the left pail. Then switch to the other breast."
Trembling under his stern, watchful gaze, I slid my hand over my familiar breast. Since it had been quite a while since I'd expressed it, it was swollen and very tender. The second I touched it, milk began to spray from it. I directed the streams toward the bucket he indicated and gave a sigh of relief when I felt the pressure deflate.
I hadn't noticed that he'd disrobed until he came around and began touching my naked, exposed flesh. First, my back and then my face. "Moo like a cow," he whispered in my ear.
Was he joking? This was too weird. However, I just thought of the money and it spurred me on. "Moooo!" I said and laughed.
"Do it again!" He commanded. "Each time you squeeze, moo."
I mooed again and again. This was actually fun. And stress-relieving, too. His hands soon found their way down to my ass and shivers raced up my spine. No man - other than my husband - had ever touched there. I let out a yelp as he spanked me out of the blue.
"What are you doing?" I looked back, angry.
"Bad cow!" He smacked my butt again, harder this time. "Keep milking and mooing!" He commanded and I obeyed. After all, I did tell him that for the hour every day that I would be his Hucow wife. What did I expect?
I mooed and yelped as his hand came down forcefully on my sore ass time after time. Soon, he stopped and rubbed it. Then he positioned himself behind me and took my breasts in his rough hands. Oh my word, this was glorious! What had I been missing by being faithful to Jack?
Lightly he pressed against my engorged tit-flesh and began massaging them. I reached around and took his phallus in my soft, feminine hand. It felt so big! We got in a rhythm; he stroked my breast, directing streams of milk into the pail and I stroked his big cock. All the while, I mooed for his pleasure.
After several minutes, my breasts were pretty much empty, he kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "lap it up."
"Excuse me?" I honestly didn't know what he was talking about.
"I want you to stick your head in the pail and begin lapping up your milk like a cow. And make it noisy."
I just looked at him for a moment as though he'd grown two heads. "Did you just--"
"Now!" He said sternly and I quickly let go of his cock and bent forward, sticking my face in the milk pail. I could smell my sweet milk. Of course I'd tasted it; what mother hasn't? But he wanted me to purposefully drink it? This was absurd!
"Oh, and continue with the mooing sounds, too," he said as he positioned himself right behind me. I closed my eyes and slowly reached out my tongue to taste my hot breast liquid. It didn't taste too bad. I remembered that he wanted it loud and for me to moo so I started doing that. I felt awfully silly.
"That's a good cow," he said as he touched his finger to my pussy from behind.
Oh my God! That lit my pussy on fire and a mini-orgasm shuddered through me.
"You like that, cow?" He shoved a finger up inside my married, ovulating pussy.
"Moo!" I said, nodding.
"You like it when the dominant bull pays attention to you, don't you?" He now stuck two fingers up inside me.
Again I mooed and nodded, squirming my butt around, hoping he'd push them in further. I really liked being degraded and made to be filthy at his command. I felt that - since I wasn't in control - I could just let myself go and enjoy it. If this was what he wanted me to do every morning, then I would be the best one-hour Hucow wife he'd ever seen.
"Stick it in!" I urged as I lapped my own milk from the pail.
He slapped me on the butt, stinging it. "Bad cow. Only speak when spoken to."
I nodded as tears spilled down my cheeks. I heard my voice echo as I moaned into the bucket when he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his mighty cock. My husband was no slouch in the manhood department, but he was small compared to Bert. His cock-head pushed into my vagina forcefully, splitting my tight, married pussy. Well, it was only tight because it was so big.
"That's it, cow! Take your bull!"
I arched my back and lifted my butt as I lapped and mooed, trying to get his large cock in me further. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he slammed his cock deep inside my unprotected belly. I cried out as he pounded me hard and fast. I was his slut and he knew it. I became subservient to his will and wanted only to please him.
He slapped my ass hard as he drove his massive cock deep into my pussy. When he got to my cervix, he did something no other man has ever attempted: he pressed inside. Through clenched teeth I tried to lap and moo, lap and moo. I was actually surprised that he was able to fit something so large inside my small cervix.
He wouldn't let me speak, so I grunted my approval and mooed as I pressed back into him, impaling myself on his monstrous cock. In and out, in and out he'd pull all the way out and then pound back in hard, his thick dick splitting my cervix. He seemed to derive pleasure from it and soon I found myself wanting him more and more.
Finally, he drove his cock as deep into my hole as he could get it, shoved my head down in the bucket and grunted. I could feel his shaft expand greatly and knew that his release was imminent.
Knowing how
much it turned him on, I mooed and mooed until the cum burst forth from his cock and spewed into my naked, fertile womb. Oh God, no one had ever been that deep in me before and I was certain that I was pregnant. I wanted his baby more at that moment than I had ever wanted anything else in my life.
"You may speak now," he said as his cock slid out of me.
I turned around and hugged and kissed him. "Thank you! Thank you for putting a baby in me!" I nestled myself in his arms until my husband came back.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked with a devilish grin as I climbed in the truck.
"Yup! Take care!" I waved as we sped away.
"So, were you able to successfully cash the check?" At that point, I would have voluntarily been his Hucow for free.
Jack nodded with the largest smile on his face. "How did everything go?"
I looked at him with the most serious face I could muster.
"Moo!"
He almost had an accident he was laughing so hard. This was going to be a fun Hucow year. I was looking forward to it.
Hucow The Pregnant Moo Cow
Nikita Storm
Apparently, word spreads fast in our little town. Of course, I should have known that already. After all, I have been responsible for many of those gossip sessions. Some of which, I'm sure, set the operator's ears on fire.
So, it shouldn't have come as a surprise to me that other men in the town would soon become interested in what we were doing. After a couple of months, we were able to sell the cows and offer "natural" milk straight from the source. Our wallets grew as fat as my nipples.
I felt like such a whore! I loved driving to the men's houses (and even some women) and expressing myself into their coffee or even let them drink it right from my breast. Who knew there was so much demand! It was almost more than my milky mammaries could keep up with.
It was a good thing, then, that my husband found a single mother who needed some extra income and was willing to part with her breast milk. It was fun working with her. She was a short, stocky brunette with large, milk-filled breasts and a shy but dazzling smile. Emily was a perfect fit.
Overall, it was a fun experience. I got ploughed every morning by Bert who paid good money to knock me up and treat me like a cow. I actually came to like getting treated like a naughty cow and made to kneel on all fours and get milked. I also grew to enjoy the taste of my own milk.
I also enjoyed getting fucked by another man other than my husband. It wasn't every day that a proper woman in the 50's could say that her husband let her fool around. I guess ten-thousand dollars was too good to pass up.
As my belly grew, so too did my horniness. Even though I was visiting Bert every morning and then coming home to my husband, I was still masturbating three or four times a day on top of that.
Call it fate or what have you, but another one of my husband's clients (former clients as we no longer delivered cow milk) visited one morning when I was about six months along.
"Hello Mr. Samson, what can I do for you this morning?" I said, smiling, as I answered the door in my petticoat.
He looked me up and down appreciably, while taking off his hat. "May I come in?"
"Sure!" I said and swung the door wide for him. "Can I get you some coffee or lemonade?" I asked as I headed to the kitchen.
"Do you have any ice tea?"
"Coming right up, Mr. Samson."
"Please, call me Carl," he said and sat down on the sofa.
I brought him the iced tea and some cookies that I'd baked last night. He seemed delighted.
"So, what can I do for you, Carl? We haven't seen your face around the farm in a while."
"Well, I just wanted to see what you guys were up to. I don't know what happened to cause you to close down shop suddenly like that, but the replacement milk-man just isn't the same."
"You mean John? Yeah, he's a little...off." I agreed and we both laughed.
"But that's not why I came by." He turned in the sofa to face me better as he nibbled on a cookie.
"Oh?" I leaned back and rubbed my tight, six-month pregnant belly.
"Yes. You see, I've been talking with Bert--"
I cut him off. "What Bert, my husband and I do are private matters and I will not have my name besmirched by baseless rumors."
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you understand," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a checkbook. "How much did Bert pay you?"
"I'm not for sale."
"A thousand? Five?"
I shook my head. Great, how many people has Bert blabbed to about our "special arrangement."
"What you're not understanding, Peggy, is that my wife is infertile. And she's given me permission to pay you any amount you desire if you'll carry our baby. Please don't make me face Rosie tonight without the promise of a baby."
A tear welled up in my eye. It was well-known that Rosie and Carl had been trying - unsuccessfully - to conceive for a while now. I also knew how devastating it was to her not to be able to have a baby to call her own.
"All right," I said reluctantly. How could I say no?
"How much did he pay you?" He had his pen poised above his checkbook.
"Ten."
"Wow. I'll give you double." He began scribbling as my mind whirled with his words.
"Double? You mean twenty thousand?"
He nodded. "You don't have a problem with that, do you? I'll go higher if you'd like."
"No," I said. "For Rosie, I'll do it for twenty. But," I looked down at and patted my large belly, "you're going to have to get in line."
He handed me the check. "I'm buying two babies with this," he said and I almost dropped the check.
"Two? There's no guarantee I'll have twins --"
"No, not twins, I want to knock up your helper, Emily," he said coolly as he leaned back in the sofa and crossed his leg casually over his knee. "I also want to fuck you every day until then. I want to take you out in the barn and milk and fuck you like a cow. Is that understood?"
I took the check and pretended to study it. My hands were shaking from the sheer amount of money I was holding. This was insane! Of course I'd have to split it with Emily. "Wait a minute!" I said as his words kicked in. "You want to knock Emily up, too? She's not a part of the deal we have with Bert." I couldn't believe he was suggesting something like that.
"That's why I'm giving you each ten thousand. I'm sure you'll be able to convince her, I have complete faith in you. Otherwise, the whole deal is off." He smiled tightly and stood. "I'll be back in the morning for your answer."
I watched open-mouthed as he grabbed his hat and coat and saw himself out the door. I was still shaking as I held the twenty-thousand dollar check in my hand. I looked at it in utter disbelief. Then I realized I could buy a brand-new house with this. Where did these men get their money? Then again, maybe I didn't really want to know.
How in the world was I supposed to convince Emily to let another man take her out in the barn and knock her up? That task seemed daunting, but the check haunted me. That ten-thousand from Bert had made a significant impact on our lives and another ten could put us squarely in the middle class. I knew for a fact that Emily could most definitely use that money. But would she go for it.
There was only one way to find out.
*****
"He wants to WHAT?!" Emily hollered as we sipped our lemonade on the patio. I had invited her over so that we could discuss this "opportunity" like ladies. I felt more like a "lady of the night" than a lady.
"Emily, there are four zeroes on that check. Trust me, it's not as bad as it seems." I took a sip of my home-made lemonade and looked out over the farm.
"But I can't just let some stranger put a baby in me. That's not proper." She protested.
"Neither is selling your breast-milk," I countered. I was pretty sure I would win the argument (it never hurts to have money on your side), I'd just have to wear her down.
"That's not fair!" she said, casting a hurtful look in my
direction. "I'm only doing that to feed my baby."
"At least you have a baby to feed," I said, coolly plunging the proverbial dagger in her heart.
"That's low," she said, crossing her arms against her chest.
"Just think what you can do with ten grand."
"I could do a lot of things," she admitted. "But having sex with a strange man to get it?"
"Word on the street is that you practically gave it away before getting yourself knocked up. What's the difference? Now that someone wants to pay you for it, you're all righteous about it?"
"I'm not righteous," she said indignantly.
"Then what are you?" I looked into her brown eyes.
"Scared."
Now we were getting somewhere. I pulled her close and hugged her to me. "Let's go inside and talk about it, shall we? I think I can help you overcome your fears."
She nodded and we took our drinks and ourselves into the living room.
"I don't get it," she said plopping herself heavily down on the sofa. "Why does he want to knock me up so bad? There has to be more to it than just getting a baby for his wife."
"There is," I agreed.
She looked up at me hopefully.
"Men like him want power. They want to control the women they're with. Being able to knock a woman up is a massive ego boost to them."
"So, let me get this straight," she shoved a lock of curly brown hair from her eyes. "He wants to take us out into the barn and milk and mate with us while we moo like cows?"
I nodded. "Sounds crazy, doesn't it?"
She laughed and nodded her head.
"That's the turn-on for him. He'll likely want to spank us, force us to drink our own mother's milk, moo and maybe even other things. But it's just a game. A dominance game. Perhaps they feel inadequate at home and want a woman they can come to who will submissively do whatever they want." I took another sip of my lemonade. The glass was nearly empty and I made myself a note to refill it soon.
"You act like this is no big deal," she said.
I pulled out the check and waved it in her face. "This, is a big deal. Mooing like a cow while getting spanked on the butt and knocked up by a strange man isn't. Look, I'm splitting this with you 50-50. But if you don't agree, neither of us get anything."
