by Nikita Storm
"There ya go, dear, let me grab the cocoa," she again disappeared into the kitchen.
"Did I hear someone at the door?"
I froze as a large, burly man burst into the room. I don't know who was more in shock, him or me. Here I was, a tall, beautiful, black-haired stranger standing naked in his living room. And him? He was gorgeous! Built like a lumberjack, he had muscles in all the right places.
"Oh, excuse me, miss," he said as he stared openly at my naked body. "I didn't know anybody..."
"That's okay," I said as my pussy quivered at his wanton gaze. I couldn't believe I was letting a strange man stare lustily at my naked body. I even watched as the bulge in his pants grew. My God, how big was he?
"Robert! Get out of here and leave the poor girl alone! Get!" The old woman shooed him away. "That's our farmhand. I hope he didn't embarrass you none."
I watched his eyes linger for a moment longer as he tipped his hat. "Miss," he said and turned.
I no longer needed to warm up, after seeing that hunk of a man, my body was boiling. Holy shit! Even my body-builder boyfriend wasn't built like him. Reminded me of a walking bull.
When I turned my attention back to the old lady, I saw that she had a worried look on her face and was staring at my leaky breasts. Suddenly, I felt self conscious. Then I realized what she was thinking.
"No, no, no, it's nothing like that," I assured her.
"You sure?" She looked around as though I had misplaced my baby somehow.
I chuckled. "No, I have a..." I took a deep breath. "Condition that makes me produce milk constantly."
"Ah, you're a Hucow." Her small, blue eyes lit up.
"A what?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"A Hucow." She saw the skeptical look on my face. "It's short for Human Cow. It's a condition that some women acquire - usually through pills - where they lactate constantly even when they're not pregnant." She patted my arm again. "Do you remember taking an unknown pill?"
I thought about it for a moment and then it hit me. I had taken something at a rave once. Come to think about it, that was about the time it all started. Slowly I nodded my head as tears streamed down my cheeks. "I always thought there was something wrong with me!" I cried on her shoulder for several minutes as she patted my back.
"It's okay," she said. When I was finished crying, she grabbed the robe and helped me put it on.
"Do you want to talk about what happened? Why you showed up on our door-step at two in the morning?"
I looked at her and smiled. "Only if you're willing to talk about Robert."
As we sat in front of the cracklin' fire, sipping our hot cocoa with marshmallows, I explained how I was kicked out of our apartment by my boyfriend and left to fend for myself. I didn't have anything but the clothes on my back. She listened intently and offered words of encouragement every now and again. When I was finished with my tale, she told me that we could talk about living arrangements later, but that for now I could call this place home.
"Now," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "you said you wanted to know more about Robert. He's kinda hot, ain't he?"
I nodded. Thinking about the large bull-man got my pussy juices flowing again and I blushed hearing this old woman talking about a guy like that.
"What would you like to know?" Her mischievous grin told me that she knew exactly what I was looking for, but she made me fish for it.
"Is he single?" I blurted out.
"A straight-forward woman like myself. I approve!" She clapped her hands and laughed. She then leaned closer and whispered in my ear. "He's very eligible, my dear. I saw the way he looked at you - he thinks you're hot."
I looked at her, shocked. "How do you know that?"
"He's been living here since he was a wee lad - ever since his father got into that horrible accident. He's as easily read as a book, m'dear." She looked smug as she said that.
I polished off my mug and set it aside. I yawned and stretched. "You really think he's got the hots for me?"
"I don't think, honey," she patted my arm and grinned, "I know. Listen," she said, pointing down the hall, "there's an empty bedroom second door to the right. Get a good night's sleep and we can talk some more in the morning when you're rested, all right, dear?"
I was starting to like this old lady. I nodded and grabbed my - now warmed up - clothes and thanked her for her hospitality.
I followed her instructions and found my empty room. But before I got a chance to open the door, I heard a loud moan. At first I thought it was the old man snoring or something, but I had to know. Looking back, I saw that the old lady had turned out the lamp and I was all alone with my thoughts.
I crept closer to the sound and realized that the door on the other side of the bathroom was ajar. Soft lamplight spilled into the hallway and my heart sped up. What the hell was I doing? Sneaking around someone's house. What if I got caught? The last thing I needed was to get kicked out of this place. I'd never forgive myself if I let that happen.
But I had to know. With only the sound of my heart pounding in my chest and the faraway cracklin' of the fire as company, I crept along the wall. When I got to the door, I peeked cautiously through the crack in the door and my breath caught in my throat. It was him - the bull-man! Robert! Oh my God, he was laying on his bed, stroking himself. I should turn around and get back to my room.
But I didn't. I couldn't. I couldn't take my eyes off the largest, grandest, most massive cock I'd ever seen in my life. I knew he was big from the size of the tent in his pants, but I didn't realize he was anywhere near this huge. My God! Where did he hide it?
My hand surreptitiously crept down and into my robe as my fingers found their familiar destination. I was greeted by copious amounts of my sex juices. I hadn't realized how wet I was. I stood there in the doorway, looking around every few moments to make sure I wasn't being watched as I fingered myself watching this bull of a man stroke himself. I could hear his heavy breathing as he edged closer and it set my heart on fire.
I grew light-headed as I realized that he was thinking about my naked body. I didn't even realize I had fainted until I hit the ground and he raced out of the bedroom, completely naked, picked me up and set me on his bed.
"You okay, miss?" He said, looming over me, concern etched all over his face. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Oh my God! I must've fainted. Did he know that I was watching him? I tried to sit up and focus on his beautiful blue eyes, but I couldn't find the strength.
"Just lay back," he said, putting his large, strong hand on my forehead. "I'll run and get Mary."
"No!" I said hastily. "I mean, I'll be all right, I just need some time..."
He stood there, naked, not knowing what to do. My mind whirled as I looked around and saw that his huge dick was mere inches from my fingers. I could reach out and brush against his cock...
"Wh...what are you doing?" He said as my fingers lightly encircled his large manhood. My pussy flooded as I thought about the naughtiness of of it. His dick felt so large and wonderful in my hand. The fact that he didn't pull back gave me all the encouragement I needed.
"Something you and I both want." I gazed lovingly into his deep blue eyes. His cock, which had softened, instantly sprung back to life in my hand. "Feel my milky breasts," I cooed as I stroked his rock-hard cock in my delicate fingers. My boyfriend absolutely loved having his cock touched. He even preferred it to sex, so I got extremely good at it.
Bull-man groaned and reached forward with unsteady hands, placing them upon my large, dripping breasts. I swear his cock grew even larger when he touched them. "Mary says I'm a Hucow."
His eyes went wide and I could tell that he was looking at me in a different way.
"A Hucow? Really? I've never met one before. What's it like?"
I could tell he had a million questions, but now was not the time for them. "We'll talk later. Just relax and enjoy it." He nodded and kneaded my breasts. My milk squirted all over us, making a mess. He leaned forward and
caught a stream in his mouth.
"Go on," I urged him, "suck one."
He wasted no time in doing just that. My pussy jolted as I felt his hot mouth clamp around my fat, milk-engorged nipple. Oh my God, it felt so good to have a man's lips on my nips. The way he gently suckled my breasts sent shivers up and down my spine and I'd honestly thought that I'd died and gone to heaven. The feeling was so incredible and so intense that I almost forgot about jerking him off.
It didn't matter because I soon felt his cock spasm in my hand. As he drank my Hucow milk, I directed his cock to my other breast. Faster and faster I pumped my hand as feelings of shame and lust overtook me and my orgasm peaked at the same time his did. I felt his shaft swell enormously in my tiny hands and seconds later his hot cum splattered against my face and tits, coating everything in its path.
He pressed his milk-filled mouth to mine as he continued to empty his seed all over me. I tasted my own milk and we passed it back and forth, reveling in and enjoying our forbidden union. He wanted more, but I was far too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep, which I did.
The next morning I awoke in a strange bed in a strange house. Then, like a tidal wave the events of last night slammed into me. I remembered how his cock felt in my hand; his hot, masculine lips pressed against mine. The whole thing seemed surreal and almost dream-like. I remember falling asleep in his bed. He must've carried me to mine. I wondered suddenly, as my pussy began to heat up, how long he'd watched me sleep. Did he fondle my breasts and drink my milk? Did his hand slip down to my pussy?
I quickly dressed and stumbled into the kitchen where the family was having breakfast. Robert was there, but somehow we managed to avoid eye-contact. We exchanged pleasantries. They wanted to know more about how I had come to find myself at their doorstep. I noticed Robert became attentive when I explained about my now-ex boyfriend and how he threw me out.
After wolfing down sausage, eggs and toast, Mary suggested that I might help Robert with his chores. I agreed, but I think she was trying to set us up. Every time I even looked in his direction, I had to squeeze my legs together as a mini-orgasm shot through me. He was just so good looking. I couldn't believe that a man like that even existed.
With my belly full, Robert and I set out to do his chores.
"I think Mary likes you," he said after a few moments of silence as we absently tossed grain to the chickens.
"What makes you say that?" I asked as I bent down and stroked one. I was kind of surprised that it let me.
He shrugged. "I think she wants you to help me with my chores."
"You think she'll let me stay here in exchange for helping out around the farm?" The thought wasn't unpleasant. I was no stranger to farm work, as I grew up on a small four-acre wanna be farm. We had a few chickens, a couple of goats and even though we tried to grow some crops, we just weren't cut out to be farmers.
"I'm certain of it," he said. We did a few other chores around the small farm before ending up at the cow barn. "Listen," he said as he closed the barn doors. We were all alone save for a couple of cows who were munching happily on some hay and softly mooing. "You mentioned that you were one of those Hucow girls. Did Mary tell you about them?" He paced the room anxiously.
I nodded. "She told me some, but not all. Why?"
He took a deep breath. "Most people don't believe in Hucows - hell most have never even heard the word. Personally? Until I met you, I thought they were like fairies - something that some people fervently believed in, but didn't exist. I mean - " he laughed, "a woman who squirts milk constantly? Yeah, that's nut farm material right there."
"Yet here I am," I said, wondering where he was going with all of this.
"Yes - I saw it for my own eyes." He looked away sheepishly. "While you were sleeping, I tried to drain your milk, but after about ten minutes gave up." His voice got softer. "I hope you're not mad at me."
I stepped toward him and placed my lips on his. "I could never be mad at you, Robert. I..." This was the first time that I was even admitting it to myself, "I think I love you."
He kissed me passionately and tenderly, then pulled away. "Gosh, I didn't know you felt like that about me."
"Why do you think I fainted outside your door?" I smiled and rubbed his cock through his sweatpants.
His eyes went wide. "You fainted because of my big cock?"
I laughed. "Yes. I just knew that you were jerkin it thinking of my hot body."
His whole face went red and he quickly changed the subject. "Well, anyway, I haven't told Earl this yet - it would break his heart."
"What's that?" I was wondering why he would want to tell the old farmer about our affair.
"Our cows have stopped milking. Bessie's getting long in the tooth and Maria has inexplicably dried up." He looked me right in the eyes. "We rely on our cows to pay the mortgage. I'm afraid that we're going to lose the farm if we don't do something soon."
I stared at him in stunned silence. I couldn't believe what he was saying. "My God, that's awful. What are you going to do?"
"Well," he said, pacing again, "until last night I wasn't quite sure."
"What do you mean? What happened last night?"
"You came along," he said, straightening and looking at me.
"Me? What on earth are you talking about, Robert?" I couldn't conceive of any possible reason what this could have to do with me.
"You're a Hucow, right?"
"Yes, but--"
"What do Hucow's do?"
"They give milk -- Ah!" I finally started to catch on. "So, you want me to replace one of the cows?" This sounded weird.
He nodded vigorously. "I did some sleuthing on the Internet and found that Hucow milk sells for significantly more than cow's milk. A year of milking and we can pay off the mortgage!" He was so excited he was practically jumping up and down. "That is, if you agree."
"What do I have to do?" I still wasn't sure about this whole thing, but I'd give it a shot. It couldn't be worse than waiting tables for peanuts.
"First, we must make sure that the old folks don't find out. This is just between you and me, right?"
I nodded.
"Then I'll order some custom Hucow milk containers to hold your milk in."
"You're serious about this, aren't you?" I asked. My pussy trembled at the thought of his large hands milking my naughty breasts.
"Yes," he said. "This is perfect." He grabbed a milk pail and a stool. "Let's see how long it takes to fill this pail."
He had to be putting me on. At first I thought that it was just a clever ruse so that he could play with my breasts. But he was dead serious. "You're not kidding, are you?"
He shook his head. "No. At this point, you're our only hope."
I took a deep breath and swallowed my pride. If it hadn't been for these kind folks I might have froze to death last night. "All right, what do I need to do."
"Take off all your clothes," he said.
"That's a bit forward," I replied, smiling shyly as I began removing my clothes.
"It is, isn't it?" He smiled and licked his lips. As I shimmied out of my clothes, I watched the bulge in his pants grow. I knew how big he was and realized that it must've been uncomfortable.
"Why don't you let the beast out?" I said, licking my lips.
"Sounds like a plan."
I stood there completely naked, watching this gorgeous hunk of a man strip before my eyes. I laughed when his large cock caught on his underwear and suddenly popped out like a Jack-in-the-Box. We stared at each other's bodies for several moments before he suggested we get to work.
He pulled up the stool, sat on it and indicated toward the milk pail. "If we're going to do this right, you're going to have to let me milk you."
I got down on my knees, still smiling. "You're just doing this to get into my pants, aren't you?"
"As much as I want that to happen, this is a very real problem we're facing."
I felt absolutely foolish as I stood on all fours with my mi
lk jugs hanging over the metal bucket. I hoped no one barged in on us - God that would be humiliating. All of those thoughts, however, went out the window when he wrapped his huge calloused hands around my milky breasts.
"Just relax," he said as he began squeezing and squirting my Hucow milk into the pail. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feeling of his strong, manly hands on my aching, milk-engorged breasts. It was very cathartic and I knew right then and there I wanted to be his Hucow.
The more he squeezed, the hornier I became. I reached behind me and grabbed his erect cock and began stroking it.
"Why don't you moo like a cow," he suggested jokingly.
"Moo!" I said as my milk sprayed into the milk pail. It didn't take long before it was full. My hormones had gone into overdrive and I knew I had to have him. Still on all fours, I turned my attention to his huge cock. I was no longer content on just giving him a hand-job, I wanted him in me. Even if I couldn't fit him all the way, I wanted to feel his strong, dominant shaft pumping in and out of my submissive pussy.
Before he could say a word, I descended my lips upon his cock, scorching his sensitive skin with my fiery lips. I smiled as he cried out in pleasure. Giving head was one of my specialties and I used every trick in the book I knew to bring him to the brink of orgasm.
With my leaky breasts still squirting milk all over the two of us, he brought his finger down to my snatch. "Holy shit, you're wet!" He exclaimed as he drove his cock-sized finger deep into my flooded tunnel.
His finger felt so good inside my pussy that I involuntarily clamped down on it as I powered through a massive orgasm. My boyfriend never stuck his finger in me and rarely put anything else there, so this was something I wasn't used to.
One trick I learned was to slowly descend without my lips touching any skin. The only thing he could feel was my hot breath. That drove him mad.
