by Bessie Hucow
"Hucow? That's a strange word."
"It means human cow," he explained.
"Can I see the check?" I asked. If that was all Bert wanted, this was going to be the easiest money we'd ever made.
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. I wouldn't put it past some idiots to swim out farther than they were able to handle.
I still didn't see anything, but I was definitely hearing what sounded like a woman's voice off in the distance. There have been a few times that I was able to save someone that I couldn't see, so I grabbed my equipment and raced out in the direction of the voice.
Swimming came naturally to me as I had been doing it ever since junior high. Most people gave up serious swimming when they turned eighteen, but not me. I was a gold medalist in the state swimming competition and that just further fueled my passion for all things water. I love to swim, kayak, surf and even fish. That's why taking this job was a no-brainer for me. Let the smarter kids go to college and beat their brains into their textbooks as they listen to their boring professors drone on and on about whatever.
I slipped into the water like it was my second home and calmly, yet urgently swam toward where the sound was coming from. I was right, it was a woman's voice and it was definitely getting louder the closer I got. But I was still unable to see anything in the water.
As I drew closer, my heart began beating faster. This far out and even I was going to have trouble dragging them back to safety.
After several minutes of swimming, I came to the area where I believed the sound was coming from. At first, I saw no one, but as I looked around I noticed that there was some kind of an open cave-like structure directly underneath me.
Huh, I thought to myself as I swam around. I had been doing this for a couple of years now and had never spotted this particular rock formation. I no longer heard the cry of the woman and wondered suddenly if she hadn't given up and sunk down.
Taking a large gulp of air, I hurriedly dove straight down, frantically searching for any lifeless bodies in the water around me. I saw nothing until I got to the cave entrance and then it looked like my eyes deceived me. Was I really seeing what I thought I was seeing? Or was I going insane?
Instead of the cave entrance that I expected, there was an actual dwelling complete with a door and windows. My air was running out, so I quickly surfaced, gulped down some more air and continued my exploration of this odd dwelling.
From the outside, it looked like just an ordinary small hovel, but as I peered in through the window, I could see that the inside was much, much larger than the outside indicated it would be.
I was just about to resurface for some more air, having completely forgotten all about the woman in distress, when the door to the place suddenly opened. My face went pale as I wondered what in the world was going on.
I nearly choked in the water when the figure that swam out of the house was an honest-to-goodness mermaid. I had never seen a mermaid before in my life – as I was pretty sure that no one had – but there was no mistaking what she was. She was very tall, slender, extremely gorgeous with long flowing red hair and a fucking tail. It was at that moment that I realized that I really had lost my mind.
When she saw me, she frantically pointed toward the inside of the house. I wasn't really sure that I wanted to enter, but my air was running out and I didn't think that I could make it to the top. I didn't see how entering a wet house cave was going to help me breathe, but the way she was acting, perhaps there was someone in need of care inside.
My lungs were nearly ready to burst as I swam inside and promptly fell to the floor.
"What the hell?" I said as I gasped for air. I filled my lungs with sweet, sweet oxygen before turning to the beautiful now-tailless mermaid.
She shut and locked the door and I realized that none of the outside water had come in like I expected. To say that this was odd, would have been an understatement.
"I'm sorry to deceive you like this," she said as she walked across the floor and helped me up. "But I'm afraid that I need your help."
That was when I noticed that she was completely and utterly naked. Not only was she naked, but her breasts looked awfully heavy, like they were being weighed down by something.
I arose and dusted myself off, realizing that I was no longer wet and looked around the spacious room. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're going to have to do some explaining before I can help you."
She sighed heavily, her beautiful red-painted lips pouting like a little girl's. "I was afraid you would say that," she said as she bade me to sit next to her on the couch.
How in the world was I going to explain this to the guys back on the beach? They would think that I was utterly mad – and they would probably be right. Then again, this was the kind of thing that you kept to yourself if you knew what was good for you.
"First," I said, sitting down next to her uncomfortably, "let's start with the basics."
To my untrained eye, she looked very young and innocent – if I had to give her a human age, I would've said nineteen. But without the maturity that the age usually brings.
She looked around shyly, placing her long slender arms in her lap as she bit her lip nervously. "Well, what do you want to know?"
"First," I said, turning to face her, "is there anyone that is hurt or drowning?"
She shook her long, fiery-red hair, "no, nothing like that."
I could tell that she was too nervous to offer any more. I was going to have to guess it out of her. "All right, then, can you tell me how you came to be a mermaid?" I wondered if that wasn't a stupid question. I mean, if someone asked me how I came to be a human, I would look at them as though they were full of shit and probably just walk away. But then again, everyone else is a human too.
She took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes; her Caribbean blue orbs sending wicked shivers down my spine. I had seen plenty of beautiful women in my day – after all, I'm a lifeguard – but by far and way, she was the hottest. She had everything a man could hope for in a woman. She had full, round hips, a thin waist, a buxom bust and a face to die for. What she didn't have, was me. That was something that I was going to have to rectify, I thought as my cock began to stir uncomfortably in my trunks.
"Well, you see," she dithered shyly, wringing her hands together, "I spurned the advances of a powerful wizard and he cast a spell on me."
"A spell?" I lifted my eyebrows in surprise. "What kind of spell?" This was starting to get more and more intriguing. None of it was real, of course, it was probably just a dream or some such, but it was an intriguing dream at that. I was going to have to explore this dream more fully, I realized.
She nodded, pushing a gorgeous curl of red hair from her eyes, "he said that if he couldn't have me, no one else would."
"That's a shitty thing to do," I said.
I saw a tear escape her eyes before she wiped it away. "Yeah, he turned me into this hideous sea monster and said that I would never be beautiful enough to attract a man. Not only tha
t," she sobbed as she continued her story, "but he said that every nine months my breasts would fill completely full of milk to remind me of how I would never find a mate and never have a baby."
"That's awful," I said as I placed my hand on hers, feeling her soft silky skin.
She broke down even more, but was able to choke out the last few words of the story. "He said that the milk would continue to fill my breasts and that I would not be able to squeeze it out. He said that only a baby or a man that was attracted to me would be able to relieve my engorged, milky breasts." She looked up at me, suddenly full of despair, "but as you can see, I'm so ugly that no man on earth would want me."
I nearly choked as I heard her say those words. What on earth was she talking about? She was the most lovely woman that I had ever seen in my entire life. She could put supermodels to shame. There were Disney princesses who weren't as pretty as her.
"I don't know what makes you say that you're ugly," I said as I took her hand in mine. "Because you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." My heart thrummed in my chest as I said those words. I couldn't believe that she actually thought she was ugly. Maybe it was some kind of disorder or something.
She smiled sweetly as she pulled her hand away. "That's the thing," she said, "I'm as ugly as a goat and you're just saying that to make me feel better. You're not anymore attracted to me than I am attracted to that spider on the wall."
I laughed as I followed her finger and saw that there was, indeed, a spider on the wall. Holy fuck this was weird, I thought to myself as I scratched my head. I wondered how in the world I was going to be able to convince this majestic-looking creature that she was actually beautiful. I was also trying to figure out why I was trying to convince her.
"See," she said as she passed a mirror in front of her face, "I'm so ugly that the spider would find me hideous."
I didn't know what I was expecting when I glanced in the mirror, but what I saw reflected in it was not it. "Holy shit," I jumped up and looked back and forth between the mirror and the beautiful lady sitting on the couch.
