by Bessie Hucow
With each thrust inside my aching pussy, my orgasm swelled and swelled until I found myself pushed over the edge and into oblivion. I cried out as he slammed one last time into me, pushing into my cervix. I was so out of it, that I could barely feel his baby-making seed squirting deep inside of me. I had never known a man to cum so much and it shocked me how much he poured in to me. I was going to be leaking that out for the next few days, I knew that. I was also going to keep as much of his precious cum inside my horny, ovulating pussy as I could.
Finally, in a heap of sweat and milk, we collapsed on top of each other, his massive dick still spasming and squirting inside of me for several more moments. I hugged him and thanked him and promised him that I would be back before the week was over for another round of training.
When I left, I gave him my cum filled panties and my milk soaked shirt. His smile indicated that he thought that he was like a kid in a candy store. And even though my pussy was sore, it was full of his baby making cum and I rubbed my belly as I walked out of the gym a changed woman.
Hucow The Moo Cow
Nikita Storm
It was an absolutely beautiful, gorgeous morning on the beach. The sun was just peeking over the horizon and there was a slight breeze kicking up the waves. I climbed up into my lifeguard perch and smiled as I sat back and readied myself for a long day. I combed my fingers through my short blond hair and applied suntan oil all over my bronze, muscular body.
A couple of girls walked past, giggling and winking their approval of the handsome stud. One of the best things about this job is that girls digged the male lifeguards. Of course, it didn't hurt that we were buff and hot.
I put on my sun-visor and did my cursory sweep of the ocean. I didn't really expect to see anything as there was only a couple of warm bodies on the sand, but when it came to taking my job seriously, I wasn't going to slack off.
The morning sun's light glinted off the blue ocean waves and I had to put on my sunglasses just to be able to see anything. I spotted nothing out of the ordinary and was about to turn back to my e-reader when I heard a shrill voice way off in the distance. That's odd, I thought to myself as I scanned the area from whence the voice came. I couldn't see anything in swimming distance, but"Peggy, wake up!" I felt my shoulder being shaken, but my mind hadn't yet swam to the surface of consciousness yet.
"Wake up!" The voice was distant, but urgent. I rustled myself out of my deep sleep, opened my eyes and saw my husband in a near-state of panic.
"What's wrong, Jack?" I asked, my mouth and mind barely working. Adrenaline coursed through my body. Jack was a rock. He was large, quiet and very strong. I don't think I'd ever seen him in such a state.
"Bessie's gone!"
"What?" I blinked my eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them. I could feel my leaky breasts and knew that I was going to have to express them soon or they would likely explode. At least that's how they felt.
"One of our cows, Peggy!"
"Gone? How did that happen?" I sat bolt upright in bed. This was serious.
"I don't know," he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. "Maybe a cattle rustler or one of the neighbor boys left the fence open."
I stared at him in shock. "How are you going to deliver the milk?"
"I don't know," he said pensively. "I figger I've got enough for all but three or four."
I thought about our predicament for a moment, but couldn't figure what to do about it. We were going to have to get the cow back, that was for sure. But until then, we had to do something about our customers. Many of these people had been loyal purchasers since Jack's daddy started the dairy twenty years ago in the '30's. He'd gone along on the rides with him every morning and learned the ins and outs of the business. He could also milk a cow in nothing flat - a trick his grandpa taught him.
We were still a small operation - after all, there was just one driver - him. So, when you only have three cows, losing one is a big deal. I didn't think we could afford to replace her either - not yet, anyway. So we really were in a conundrum. These people expected their daily milk and cheese. We were going to have to figure something out - and soon.
Unconsciously, I massaged my full, aching breasts. I needed to get started on my day. Ever since the accident with the baby, I'd had plenty of extra milk that I had to flush down the bathtub three times a day. Too late, my breasts were already starting to leak. A droplet of life-giving sustenance clung to my nipple and soaked through my nightie.
"Honey, I don't know what we're going to do, but I've got to express this milk or we're going to be cleaning it up off the floor." I started to get up, but he stopped me.
"What did you say?" His face lit up.
"I've got to --"
"Milk. You said milk!" He danced and hopped around like a maniac. "Why didn't I think about that?"
"I think you did. Mind explaining what you're blabbering on about?" I asked. My breasts were really starting to hurt. And my husband - God bless his sweet heart - was starting to annoy me.
"We need milk, right?"
"Yeah, but I don't see..."
He lifted up my shirt and squeezed one of my breasts. I groaned as milk sprayed forth all over him. "See, you have milk. I can't believe it! Let's go!" He ran out of the room and grabbed his coat, hat and keys before I could say another word. I started to get dressed, but he ran back in and dragged me to the truck before I could.
"Honey, what are you doing? I'm practically naked!" I protested as the chilly air nipped at my aching nipples.
"I know," he leered lecherously as I swatted him over the head playfully with my purse. "No time now; I'll explain on the way."
"This is scandalous!" I said, climbing into the old Ford. Outwardly, I may have been aghast at showing my nearly naked body, but inside I was grinning from ear to ear. It's not often that a proper lady gets to leave her house dressed as a slut. Even if I wanted to, I could say nothing as it was my husband who commanded it. So, I decided to just go along with it and let him be in charge. I wasn't sure what devious plot he had cooked up, but if it would help the business, I was all for it.
We made the rounds of our customers. I stayed in the truck while he delivered his route. I knew every single one of them by name and face. I'd also gone on his route a few times when he was sick. After all, the show must go on. Until now, the only time I'd felt uncomfortable was when Margaret, the eighty-year-old widow came up to the car to greet me. She didn't say anything about my exposed flesh, but she didn't have to, I could see it in her eyes.
The entire time we chatted, my cheeks flushed bright crimson as shame filled me. I felt like such a harlot! Throughout the entire route, my breasts grew tighter and tighter until I really thought they were going to bust. They leaked the entire time and by the time we arrived at the last few places, my nightie was completely soaked through and sheer.
He cut the engine and turned to me. "I have no more milk, Peggy. These were Bessie's customers."
"The cow has customers?" I asked incredulously.
He nodded. "Each cow has a distinct taste. And a few liked Bessie's taste over the others. Anyway, this is where you come in."
"Me? How can I help?"
"Come inside with me and we'll explain the situation and offer them your milk for a discount."
"My milk!" I exclaimed as I put my hands over my chest. "That's sick and wrong, Jack. These people want Bessie, not me." I couldn't believe my insane husband could come up with such a ludicrous plan. No one outside of a baby would want mother's milk.
"Actually," he leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "you know the guy who lives here?"
"Bert, right? The bachelor?"
"Yeah. Well, him and I've been talking and your name's come up more than once," he said and elbowed me in the ribs, "if you know what I mean."
I looked at my husband, aghast at what he was saying. Bert? He's been saying naughty things about me to Bert? That should have appalled me, but for some reason I shivered - and it wasn't just becaus
e of the chill of the air, either.
"Bert?" I asked. "What've you told him about me?" Bert was a very tall, handsome man. The kind of man who never likes to be tied down to one woman. He was a player in every sense of the word and had the looks to back it up. At six foot, with blue eyes and slicked-back black hair, he was the center of every woman's fantasies - mine, included, I was ashamed to admit.
My husband looked at me with his honest, tell-it-to-me-straight face. "Honey, you have to realize that you're the hottest girl in town."
I blushed fiercely and looked away. He must be mistaken. Maybe he was thinking of someone else.
He turned my head toward his and looked me directly in the eye. "Every man in the town wants you. If given half a chance, they'd snatch you right out from underneath me. You're that beautiful."
A tear formed at the corner of my eyes. "Really?" As a leggy blonde, I knew I was good-looking, but the way my husband made it sound, I was some kind of local goddess or something.
"Yes, every man I deliver to always asks about you. Not just how is she, but other - more personal - questions. I hope you don't mind, but whenever I talk about you, I strut around like a peacock with my feathers out."
I stared at him with this new revelation. "Why didn't you tell me any of this?"
"Jealousy," he admitted and looked down into his lap. "Ever since you started lactating, every man I know has been asking for your milk. That's why, when you mentioned your leaky breasts needing to be emptied, I thought about filling in for Bessie."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was flattered - and slightly creeped out. "Men want my mother's milk?"
He nodded and whispered in my ear, "Bert's willing to pay big bucks for it, too. If we play our cards right, we can leave the damn dairy farm behind and move into the city."
This was a new development. "Wait," I said as he started to get out of the car. "We're not missing Bessie, are we?"
He smiled slyly and shook his head. I had to admit that my husband was both devious and cunning. I liked those qualities in a man. Suddenly, my pussy started to flood. This was so naughty. I used to lay awake at night thinking about Bert. How strong and handsome he was. His large muscles. I pictured him lifting me up out of my bed and carrying me into the loft of the barn where he'd make sweet, sweet love to me all night long. I'd fantasize about him and touch myself for hours just thinking about how much of a hunk he was. Clark Gable, eat your heart out.
"Come on, we need to get you inside and warmed up." He opened the door on my side and we walked up the walkway with his arms around me.
I didn't need to be warmed up. My inner fire had been stoked. I wasn't sure what the two of them had in mind, but I shivered in anticipation of it.
"Well, hello there!" Bert answered dressed in just shorts with no shirt. I demurely looked away as I pressed my legs together, holding back an orgasm. My word he was handsome.
"I brought the missus along with me on the route today and it seems as though she forgot her coat. May we come in so she can get warmed up and perhaps we can discuss some business."
Bert stared down at my leaky breasts lecherously. I blushed furiously as I realized that for the first time a man who was not my husband was seeing my breasts. The soaked nightie covered absolutely nothing and may as well have not even been there. He must've appreciated what he saw because he had the widest grin on his face.
"Sure, sure. I was just brewing up some coffee. Would you two like some?" He stepped aside and ushered us in.
I nodded, my teeth chattering from the cold and my thighs covered in hot pussy juice. I was a comedic sketch of extremes. After pouring us some coffee, Bert grabbed a towel for me to dry off with, handed me one of his robes and took my cold, milk-soaked nightie from me. As I sipped my coffee and read the morning paper, the two boys excused themselves to the parlor to talk business.
I was far too nervous and excited to actually read the paper. Were they really discussing me? Talking about my breasts? My mother's milk? Even though I was fairly warmed up, I was still shivering. My mind drifted to how much of a hunk Bert was. His five o' clock shadow was hot!
My hand crept into the folds of the robe. This was absolutely scandalous! I wondered how much money Bert was willing to pay for a taste of my mother's milk. How was I going to deliver it to him? Just take a cup into the restroom and express myself into it? Surely my husband wouldn't allow Bert to see my breasts. Would he? Then again, he apparently had no qualms discussing my body with all the guys around town.
I leaned back in the chair and pleasured myself, thinking about what a handsome stud he was. I pictured my hands climbing all over his muscular chest. I'd feel his stubble on his face and he'd kiss my finger as it drew over his lips. I could feel his strong, yet soft hands reach out and gently caress my breasts.
My finger slowly slipped into my wet pussy. I pretended it was his as he pressed his masculine lips to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my mouth as he fingered me over and over to climax. Then, he laid me down and poised his massive cock at my entrance as I moaned into his mouth and told him to take me.
That was all my body needed to send me into a massive orgasm and it was all I could do to not cry out and call attention to myself. The kitchen dipped and swayed as pulses of energy rocked my body. Milk sprayed everywhere as my robe fell open, exposing my naughty secrets.
When it was over, I quickly covered myself up and looked around the room. I was grateful that no one had entered - I would've been mortified if they had. It took a few minutes to regain my composure and then, on shaky footing, I went off in search of the ladies' room.
Sitting on the toilet I touched myself again. I don't know what was triggering my horniness more - the fact that I was nearly naked in my dream man's house, or that my husband was negotiating for my bodily fluids. Whatever it was, I had another orgasm on the toilet. I wish that I could've leaned over into the washtub and emptied my full, aching breasts, but I knew that Bert would be emptying them for me soon.
When I was finished with the ladies' room, I started back to the kitchen, but thought I heard my name and listened in on their conversation. Shh! Don't tell anyone!
"I'm pretty sure my wife is ovulating, Bert. If you want to knock her up in addition, you can, but it'll cost you." I heard my husband say.
Oh my God! I pressed my hand to my mouth as my mind tried to comprehend what I just heard. He was talking about a baby! Did my husband just offer to let Bert inseminate my womb? What kind of harlot did he think I was? Although the idea of actually getting to feel Bert's huge cock inside my unprotected pussy was rather exciting.
Wow, was I really contemplating letting another man besides my husband take me? That's what sluts did, right? That's not what good-upstanding Christian housewives did, is it? After the initial shock, I decided to see if I could hear more.
My fingers instantly found my wet, cum-soaked pussy lips as I heard Bert's very hot, deep, masculine voice as it drifted across the parlor to my ears.
"Is ten thousand good?"
I mouthed the words ten-thousand dollars. Was he serious? Is he actually going to pay us for the privilege of impregnating me? What kind of dream was this? I'd have to be a fool not to want to carry the county's most eligible bachelor's baby around - especially for that amount of money.
"Plus expenses," I heard my husband say.
Wow, he was really playing hardcore. I had to give it to my husband. What he was doing might cause a ripple through the grapevine, but with that kind of money we could, indeed, move into the city. I started imagining life in the big city. My panties got wet just thinking about that.
I nearly swooned when I heard them shake hands as the word 'deal' was uttered by both men, followed by, "let me get my checkbook," by Bert. I quickly raced back into the kitchen and pretended to be sipping my cold coffee and reading the paper. I wondered how my husband was going to approach me about this.
"Honey," he said sweetly as he entered the kitchen. There was a notic
eable smile on his face. "Are you all warmed up?"
"I'm good, thanks, dear." I decided to be blunt. If I was going to be fucking Bert, I wanted to get started.
"Can we talk in private?" I asked, standing up.
"Sure. Bert?"
"My bedroom is good. I'll just busy myself out here."
I noticed that Bert also had a shit-eating grin on his face. But I ignored that for the moment as I followed my husband into Bert's bedroom.
"Bert and I had a little talk," Jack started, but I shushed him.
"I know," I said, my legs trembling. I couldn't believe that any of this was happening. He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. "I heard some of your talk - accidentally, of course, I was just passing by to the ladies' room." I took a deep breath and looked in my husband's eyes. "I just want you to tell me straight that you want me to take another man's baby in me."
Jack looked all around the room and it was clear that he was very uncomfortable.
"I'm not angry, Jack. I want this, too." I reassured him.
"You do?"
I nodded. "I've been fantasizing about him for a long time. Now look in my eyes and give me your permission to mate with another man and take his baby as our own."
He gave me the most relieved, heartfelt look that I'd ever seen before. "Yes, Peggy, I've made a gentleman's agreement that Bert can mate with you and knock you up in exchange for ten-thousand dollars plus reasonable expenses for the baby."
Even though I already knew the figure, I still had to suck in my breath. That was a hell of a lot of money. I nodded.
"But, there's one catch," he said and my heart suddenly sank even though I had no idea what it could be.
"What's that?" I squeaked.
"For a year, he wants you to personally deliver his morning milk and he gets to do whatever he wants with you for an hour."
I wrinkled my nose. "Even when I'm pregnant?"
He nodded. "Especially then. He says he has it bad for pregnant ladies. He said he wants you to be his personal Hucow."
