by Nikita Storm
He began moving his finger in and out of my wet snatch. Each time he took his finger out, I pressed back, trying to get it back inside me. As good as his finger felt, however, I wanted something more - I wanted his meat. I wanted to feel his big, fat cock sliding dominantly up my unprotected womb.
"I'm fertile," I moved away from his cock and whispered in his ear. I hadn't told anyone, not even my boyfriend. The way he'd been treating me lately, he didn't deserve the chance to knock me up. Robert's eyes widened and his cock strained eagerly against my thigh as he struggled to comprehend the naked truth of my words.
"You're what?"
"Ovulating and ready for your baby," I said as I began massaging my lactating breasts, squirting him playfully in the face.
"You want me to--" He pointed to my belly.
I giggled at his reaction. "Yes, silly. I'll help the farm by selling my Hucow milk if you promise to knock me up."
"What if it doesn't work? What if you don't get pregnant?" His mouth was still agape and I closed it for him by placing my lips on his.
"We'll keep trying until we succeed. As soon as you get those special barrels, we'll get started. But," I said, running my hands all over his thick, powerful, muscular chest, "let's take care of business first, shall we?"
That seemed to snap him out of his stupor as he returned my kisses with passionate ones of his own. His hands were suddenly all over my body. I'd only ever been with one man before and I came to the thought of having another man in me. Technically it wasn't an affair because my boyfriend kicked me out, but it was still naughty to think about.
He wrapped his meaty arms around me and pulled me to him, causing my full, achy breasts to leak onto his chest. It felt so good to have a strong man dominate me like that. All I could think about was how much I needed him. I wanted to feel him inside me, spurting his dominant seed all up in my womb.
"Please," I whispered desperately, "take me. Ram your throbbing shaft into my submissive pussy and shoot your hot seed into my unprotected womb. Do it!" I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stood, easily carrying both of us. He pressed me up against a hay bale and taunted me with his massive cock at my flooded entrance.
"You want it? You want me to cum in you and squirt a baby in your womb?" He asked.
I nodded. My whole being ached for his cock. I had never wanted something more in my entire life than I wanted his cock at the moment.
"Dominate me! Knock my fertile womb up!" I cried into his ear as I slathered hot, wet kisses all over his face. His freshly-shaven skin excited me - it was like a drug. I had to have him.
I felt his large cock press ominously against the opening of my pussy, as he rubbed it against my lips, coating it for easier access.
"Moo like the slutty cow you are!"
I began desperately mooing for him - after all, I was going to be his personal Hucow. It excited me that he was taking his rightful place in our relationship. No Hucow should be dominant.
"Spank me! Spank my naughty Hucow ass. I've been a bad moo cow!" I was going crazy with desire and lust. He pulled me away from the hay and I felt the stinging sensation of his hand coming down hard on my ass. I don't think he realized his own strength - but maybe he did.
"You like that, Hucow? Do you?" He said, his hand repeating its trajectory on my naked, sore ass.
I nodded. "Dominate me! I promise to be your good little Hucow!"
"I don't want a good little Hucow," he said, smiling as his hand returned again and again to my bottom. "I want a naughty Hucow that I have to punish often. Got that? Leave the good cow act at home." With a final swat for emphasis, he moved his hand over to the other side of my ass, making it just as red as the first.
I nodded. If he wanted me to be a bad cow, I would. With one hard thrust, he pushed his large cock into my small, tight Hucow pussy, forever branding and marking me as his. I moaned into his mouth as his big dick split me open. I had never felt something so huge inside me before! Even my dildo wasn't half as big as his cock. I think if it'd been any larger I wouldn't have been able to accommodate him.
"Big enough for ya?" He grinned wickedly as he pounded inside my unprotected, fertile tunnel. He was so large that every time he bottomed out, his cock banged against my cervix, threatening to split that, too.
"Oh God!" Was all I could manage as my whole body shook from the pounding he was giving me. I had never been treated so rough and I was finding myself enjoying it. I wanted more of this. I needed him to push his potent, dominant seed deep into my fertile womb. Carrying his baby would be his branding - the sign to the world that he was my bull and I was his cow.
Other than the occasional grunt, he banged me in silence. The closer he got, the higher my climax rose and I began digging my nails into his back. I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his waist so that he could penetrate me as deeply as possible.
That was when I felt it - Oh God! He was going into no man's land - he was actually going to try to fit his massive dick into my tiny cervix. I was quite sure that he wasn't going to be able to fit that huge thing inside.
I was wrong.
Oh God, I gritted my teeth as his fat cock pushed its way inside. Once it was in, it was like losing my virginity. After a few minutes of him spearing me, I started to enjoy it. My former boyfriend could never have hoped to even get close to my cervix. He lifted me up and down on his massive pole, bouncing my whole body with his thrusts.
Soon, I could feel his cock expanding and knew that he was getting near his boiling point. Sweat poured down his rugged, masculine face and simultaneously, he squeezed his eyes shut as his shaft ballooned inside, filling my pussy and cervix to the max. With one, final thrust, he drove his massive cock as deep into my fertile cunt as he could manage and grunted loudly.
The first spray of his potent seed overwhelmed my senses and my body shook with a powerful orgasm. Every muscle spasmed and twitched and my body overloaded more and more with each of his dominant, baby-making cum squirts as they pelted my defenseless, unprotected womb. I was his. He had branded me his personal Hucow with his potent seed. Milk sprayed everywhere as we both collapsed from the exertion of our union.
Later that week, the special Hucow milk-pails arrived and we began our daily milking ritual. He would fuck me while milking me into the pail. Every day I walked around with his dominant bull cum dripping from my fertile pussy.
A couple of weeks later, I took a pregnancy test and was relieved to find that I was knocked up with his dominant bull seed. I think Mary knew as she kept commenting on my happy glow every morning. It was a struggle, but we saved the farm and I am now officially Robert's pregnant Hucow and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Pregnant Farm Cow Gets Plowed
Nikita Storm
Six months had passed since Robert had taken me as his personal Hucow and knocked me up. My belly had grown wide with his child and I proudly displayed it for all to see. We were still in the process of saving the farm, but so far, he was right: Hucow milk sold extremely well. So well, in fact, that we had a client offer big money for a "personalized" shipment. That client - Charles - was on his way from Atlanta at this very moment.
Once I started showing, we made the decision to let the old folks in on our plans. The old man grunted, saying something about the youth of today, but the old woman was beside herself. I think she wanted us together from that very first night when I showed up on their doorstep cold, tired and hungry having just been thrown out by my (ex)-boyfriend. Of course when Robert walked in on me naked as Mary was warming me up by the fire, things kind of accelerated.
Waiting on Charles to arrive from the airport was nerve-wracking. I knew I had Robert's blessing, but it was still weird thinking about letting another man milk me and plant his seed in my growing belly.
"Are you sure you're okay with this, Robert?" I kissed him on the cheek as Charles pulled up in the driveway.
He smiled and shook his head. "You're not going to run off with him, are you?"
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br /> "No," I said firmly. That was the truth. I loved my life. I enjoyed being milked and fucked every day. When I was a naughty Hucow - which was often - Robert would have to set me straight.
"And since you can't get knocked up with his baby..."
"How much did you say he was paying us?" I asked as I checked myself out in the mirror one last time. I wanted everything to be in perfect place.
"The remainder of the mortgage - thirty thousand." He came up behind me and kissed me on the neck as he ran his large hands all over my curvaceous body.
"Wow," I said as I turned to him. "Thirty grand for just one night?"
Robert shook his head. "I regret to inform you that he has purchased the right to milk you for a month. He's allowed to do whatever he wants to you during that time. If he wants to fuck you five times a day, that's his prerogative. If he wants to milk you three times a day, he can do that, too."
My eyes went wide. "You never told me this. I thought this was just a one night thing."
"Look, it's for the best. Just give to him what you would give to me and he'll walk away a satisfied customer and this farm will be paid for. Mary's already said that if we can find a way to keep the house that she'll will it to us."
I thought about his words for a few moments as I heard the knock on the door. I let Mary answer it. On the one hand it bothered me that he didn't talk to me about this beforehand, but on the other I was very much thrilled to be letting myself be taken by another dominant man. I felt like such a slut thinking about obeying another man's wishes and letting him fill me. Robert just said that I should do whatever the man wanted me to do. And I vowed that I would.
To avoid any problems with the old folks, Robert had explained to them that there was a big, potential customer stopping by to check out our operation. He told them that if this deal succeeded that his business meant the house could be paid off. Of course it was a naughty lie, but I really didn't think they could accept or understand the truth.
My heart picked up as I heard the Southern twang of Charles wafting in from the living room. Everyone was on their best behavior tonight - even Earl, the crotchety old farmer.
I breathed deeply to steady myself as I looked into the mirror one last time. I had to admit that in my red-sequined dress, even with my belly bump, I looked absolutely stunning. I gave myself a smile, ran my brush through my long, black hair and waddled into the living room.
Oh my God, I was greeted by the tallest, most handsome man in Texas. Wow! I was certainly not expecting what I was seeing. He looked more cowboy than most Texans do. He was wearing a black, wide-brimmed stiletto, plaid corduroy shirt, faded blue-jeans and rattle-skin boots. This man was fucking hot!
I nearly didn't make it into the living room in one piece as I nearly lost my balance. Instantly, my pregnant pussy began to dribble into my panties. Robert was hot, but this guy was smokin! Suddenly, I didn't mind being his personal Hucow for a month - or even longer if that was what he wanted.
"And this must be the lovely lady of the evening," he said, tipping his hat in my direction as he flashed the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
I tried to respond, but my heart had leapt into my throat and all I could get out was a hoarse whisper. Shaking, I offered him my hand and he kissed it all the way up and down my arm. I shivered as I felt his hot breath against my skin. I wouldn't leave Robert over him, but - let's just say that if I'd met him first it would've been a hard decision.
There was small talk made - the old folks knew how much was at stake and they wanted to show him around the farm. I was so shaken up by his rugged handsomeness that I couldn't think straight. I nodded where I was supposed to, but nothing else mattered. I let the three of them go on ahead with the tour as I excused myself to the bedroom and laid down on the bed.
My fingers slid up my dress and found my already sopping-wet pussy. I thought about his rugged, crevice-lined face as I closed my eyes and pulled aside my panties. I heard my fingers slosh their way inside and I nearly screamed as they made first contact.
I had learned very quickly that pregnant women do indeed have a much higher libido. Mine was near unquenchable and I'd learned to pleasure myself often over the last several months. I wondered if the two men together were going to be able to satisfy me.
My other hand slipped down my dress and began to massage my engorged, aching breasts. The bigger my belly grew, the fuller my breasts seemed to get - it was almost like they were stuck into overdrive. I'd often run around with very little clothing on, absently touching my huge belly, driving Robert crazy.
With my eyes closed, and my fingers trembling, I pictured how Charles would look without his studly clothes. I assumed that he had a strong, muscular physique. I envisioned running my hands all over his rock-hard abs and feeling his iron-like stomach. I felt my crescendo quickly build up as my fingers flew faster and faster over my sensitive clit. One finger rubbing against it, three ramming in and out of it. I'd never been so horny in all my life. My other hand massaged my leaky, pregnant Hucow breasts, squirting milk all over myself and the bed.
Closer and closer I raced to my release. I was just about to hit the point of no return when I realized that I wasn't alone in the room.
"Howdy, miss!" Charles tipped his hat again.
"Oh my God!" I cried out as I wasn't able to stop my cumming. "How did you?" My words were extinguished just as a candle flame in a blizzard as he unzipped his jeans and pressed the largest cock I'd ever seen into my field of view.
"May I watch?" He asked as he lifted my dress up over my legs and ducked under.
I nodded and reached out with my milky hand and grasped his enormous, swollen cock. I cried out as I felt his hot breath against my pregnant clit. I kept rubbing and just stared lustily at his manhood.
"Looks like Noah's flood down here," he said as he got an up close and personal view of my wet snatch.
"I..." I tried to speak through my groans. "I was thinking of you."
His cock flexed in my hand and I knew I had to have a taste of his magnificent flesh. I leaned forward and wrapped my greedy lips around his turgid stiffy. My moan was muffled with his cock shoved deep in my throat as he pressed his tongue up against my very wet and extremely sensitive clit. I couldn't believe that I was actually letting another man besides Robert touch my most sacred and private of places. This was far too much for me and I began bucking and jerking my hips.
He responded by licking my snatch harder and faster as I continued to drive my fingers in and out of my hot-box. My mouth slid up and down on his cock and I sensed that he was about to cum as his shaft swelled to massive proportions.
"You taste so good!" He said as he slurped up all my pregnant snatch juices. I'd never met a man who seemed to love my taste so much. My orgasm raced through me and I shivered with lust as his shaft expanded greatly inside my mouth and then began erupting. As I ground my hips into his drenched face, his scalding cum spurted into my willing mouth as I did my best to take every ounce of his seed down my throat and into my belly.
I couldn't believe I was doing this! I was mated to Robert! The naughtiness hit me and I pulled his head into my pussy and squirted all over his face. It was all I could do to hold my scream as he licked me like I had never been licked before.
When he was finished giving me orgasms, he kissed me sensuously and passionately on the lips, smearing my pregnant, horny sex juices all over my mouth. I tasted my pregnant scent and wanted more. I had always loved tasting my own woman cum, but now that I was pregnant, it seemed that I was constantly munching on my own sex. He pushed some of my snatch juices into my mouth and I responded by offering him some of his own semen.
I thought that by this time, he'd be tired and want to hit the sack, but I was wrong.
"Let's go into the barn and see what kind of Hucow you are," he suggested with a leer.
We crept out of the room and down the hall. It appeared as though the old folks were in bed. Robert was in the kitchen eating and we told
him of our plans. He waved us away and said not to worry about it - we were free to do whatever we wanted for the next thirty days.
My pussy shivered in delight as I heard those words. Thirty days was a long time and I intended to be the best Hucow Charles had ever seen. I trembled as I thought about his long, fat cock sliding deep into my needy, pregnant womb.
When we got to the barn, he closed and bolted the door and I threw my arms around him and kissed him passionately.
"I'm your Hucow!" I proclaimed as I rubbed my half-naked body against his. Even though he'd just squirted a gallon of cum down my pregnant belly, his cock was as hard as I'd ever seen one.
"That you are!" He returned my kisses and practically tore my dress off me. "Oh wow, you have some lovely pregnant Hucow breasts," he admitted as he stood back and admired my beautiful form.
I blushed as I felt his gaze upon my nine-teen-year old body. I'd never been pregnant before and - like many girls - I worried about looking fat or ugly. With him, however, I felt more beautiful than I had ever felt in my life. This was obviously a man who not only appreciated my lactating, Hucow breasts, but also appreciated my pregnant body. Thus I felt more relaxed and at ease in his presence.
"You like?" I asked shyly. I was not a shy girl by nature, but just knowing that this hot, hunk of a man was looking over my body like I was some kind of piece of meat - like a cow - was enough to send my emotions into overload.
He nodded. "Let's see what you can do with a pail." He indicated to the bucket that Robert and I use. I was used to being milked aggressively every day, so had absolutely no qualms about this whole thing.
Robert was always adamant that we try to get every last drop of milk from my leaky breasts out as we could. However, when I became pregnant and really began lactating, we had to buy a milking machine made specifically for women.
"Wouldn't you rather me use this?" I said coyly as I indicated to the milk pump in the corner of the barn. His eyes lit up like a kid's in a candy store.
