by Bessie Hucow
I had waited until I was pretty sure she was asleep before I began stroking myself. I studied her beautiful, peaceful face as my mind whirled with forbidden fantasies. When I was nearly finished, she snuggled up to me and I could smell her womanly essences. Her hand was so close to my cock, that I couldn't help but move it on top of it. Oh God, that got me off quick. I spurted all over her fingers and when I went to clean them, she'd moved and I couldn't get to them. So she slept with my cum coating her hand all night long. I got horny again just thinking about her inhaling my manly scent while she slept.
The next morning I awoke worried that she somehow knew, but if she did she never let on. I noticed that as the days past by, she started becoming more loose and open. Even though her shirt and shorts were clean, she'd often walk around the house nude. I don't know if she was just trying to entice me or if she was just used to this sort of thing.
I'd sit back and watch the ballgame while she puttered around the house. My cock was rock hard nearly all the time. I don't know if she realized what kind of an effect she was having on me. Maybe she thought that no one would be interested in a woman's large, lactating breasts. Boy, she was wrong about that.
At first, I'd only peek out of the corner of my eye or when she walked by. When I realized that she was completely unashamed of her milky mammaries, I began watching unabashedly. Half the time I didn't even know what show I was watching. The way she was constantly flitting from task to task, reminded me of a hummingbird.
It wasn't until her milk started dripping from her engorged nipples that I began to get really uncomfortable. I was jerkin it several times a day at this point and was hornier than a loon.
Jackie was constantly complaining about her full breasts. Sometimes that's all she'd talk about. How she wished the milk would just dry up and go away. She absolutely hated expressing them as it was just such a pain and a chore.
That was it; I'd had enough and couldn't stand any more. If this caused her to leave, then so be it. I cleared my throat, muted Family Feud and offered my services.
"Jackie," I said nervously. "I know you're having problems with your milk, but wishing it would go away isn't the answer."
"What is, then?" She asked, sitting down beside me. My God, her protruding milk jugs were within touching distance.
"Let me help," I suggested, steeling myself for the shit-storm that I was sure was going to follow.
"What do you mean? How can you help?" She asked inquisitively, her naive green eyes fixed on mine.
Oh God, how do I tell her. "Jackie," I said, placing my hands on hers, "I've enjoyed your company very much over the past week or so. But you've got to realize what your big, milky breasts are doing to me." I moved my gaze down to my jutting cock.
"Oh!" She covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes went wide. "I'm so sorry! I'll start covering up."
I laughed. "No, don't be sorry. And please don't cover your beauties. But I can help you with your problem."
"The leaky breasts?"
I nodded. "I don't know if you realize, but many men love women's breast milk."
"They do? I had no idea." She shook her long, blonde hair.
"Let me express your milk for you. In fact, I insist on it. You've done enough around the house. Now it's time that you get pampered." My heart raced in my chest as I hoped that she wouldn't reject me.
She scrunched up her nose. "You want to milk me?"
I laughed at her innocence. "In a manner, yes. In fact, you can stay here as long as you like if you let me milk you and treat you like a princess."
Her eyes lit up and she began giggling. "You really think I'm a princess?"
I nodded. "Here, let me show you." I grabbed some baby oil and began rubbing her neck. "I really like having you around and would be very sad if you left. Please tell me you'll stay."
She thought about it for a moment. "Okay, as long as I can still cook and clean for you. I like doing that."
I hugged her from behind and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you. You just made an old man proud."
"You're not an old man!" she teased. "How old are you?"
"Thirty five. Now you just relax and let ol' Chuck massage away your aching muscles." She leaned back and visibly relaxed. She was very tense and I knew just the techniques to loosen her muscles. Her skin was creamy smooth under my expert hands and her head was soon lolling from side to side. Of course I started longingly at her luscious breasts. What man wouldn't? They were very large, veiny and milk-filled. I'll just bet they were tender. I watched in awe as a large droplet of pure mother's milk swelled on her nipple, then once it became too large, gravity took over and it trailed down the curve of her delicious breast, coming to rest on the underside of her boob where it hesitated and then dripped off onto her belly.
"The thing is," she said as I watched another droplet form and fall, "my neck is always going to be sore because of the weight of the milk."
"Do you want me to express them for you? I'll be more than happy to."
"You don't have to, I mean they're just breasts, right? You were just kidding about men liking breast milk, weren't you?"
I kissed her ear and whispered. "I'm not kidding. I like breast milk as much as you like cleaning." Which was true, she seemed like a clean freak.
She looked up at me, blushing furiously. She looked all of her age, nineteen, and I wondered how on earth someone could abuse her. "I'd love you forever if you massaged my milky breasts."
"Let me grab a bucket," I said as I practically raced into the kitchen and brought back a suitable milk pail.
"What's that for?" she asked, perplexed.
"To capture your succulent milk." I handed her the bucket and instructed her to put it under her breasts.
"Aren't you just going to dump it out when we're done?" She still had a lot to learn.
"Hell no!" I said. "I'm going to store it and pour it on my cereal, mix it with cocoa and drink it all up. I guaran-damn-tee you your breast milk won't go to waste."
"You're going to drink it? Like a baby?" Her green eyes were wide with shock. It was almost comical the way she emphasized the last word. She was as green as she could be. This was going to be fun.
"Ha! Babies ain't got nuttin on an ol' black man. Your tit juice is like a delicacy. Babies aren't the only ones who cry when denied their mum's milk."
She stared at me uncomprehendingly for several moments. Finally, she said, "I don't believe you. You're not going to drink my milk. What are you really going to do with it?"
"Of course I will. What do you want me to do, prove it?"
She folded her arms across her chest, just under her breasts, propping them up. "Yeah. I want you to drink a full glass of my warm mother's milk. I'll bet you can't."
"What do I get if I win?" I asked, licking my lips.
"I don't know, what do you want?" She said mischievously.
"How about I get to feed straight from the source. I'll drink a large glass of your breast-milk and if I do I get to suck your breasts anytime I want. Deal?" I was shaking with nervous anticipation. I hoped she didn't think I was overstepping my bounds.
"Okay, mister, you've got yourself a deal. I don't think you can do it."
"Deal!" I scoured the cupboard for a large glass and set it before her. "Let me express it," I said as I gently placed my hands on either side of her large, succulent boob and pressed down softly. She let out a loud moan as my hand released the white liquid that had been trapped inside her breasts.
"That feels really good," she said, relaxing and closing her eyes.
I sprayed and squirted her beautiful breast milk into the glass, my mouth watering as the naughtiness of the situation struck me. Oh God her hefty, milk-engorged breasts felt good in my hands. When one began to empty, I switched to the other.
"Now watch!" I said as I hefted the milky fluid to my lips. I locked my eyes on hers as I put the glass to my lips. Her milk was warm and extremely rich. My cock sprung to life as I realized that I was l
ikely the only man who'd ever drank her delicious nectar.
"Oh wow, you're really drinking it. You're probably just forcing it so you can suck my breasts. Men!"
"No," I said as I sat down next to her. "I really honestly love your tit juice." She giggled when I called it that. "Try some, you'll like it."
She looked up at me with the deer in the headlights look. "Drink my own milk?"
"Of course," I said, excitedly bringing the glass to her lips. She wrinkled her nose, but placed her lips on the glass. I nearly had a heart-attack when I watched her own breast milk slide seductively between her lips.
I don't know what came over me, but watching her drink her own milk caused me to lose control of my emotions. I waited until her mouth was full and then I pressed forward and placed my lips on hers, startling her.
She started to swallow, but I whispered for her to give it to me and she did. It was the most sexy, incredible experience I'd ever had, exchanging mother's milk from the mother's mouth.
"Wow, that really does taste good!" She exclaimed once our lips untangled. She wanted to drink the rest of the glass, but I reminded her that I had a bet to win.
"Why don't we share it and we'll just say you won!" Her whole demeanor changed once she'd gotten a taste of her own milk.
"As long I can indulge in the spoils of my victory," I said.
"You!" She swatted me playfully.
When she said share, I thought she meant passing the glass back and forth. That's not what she had in mind. I started to drink some of the milk and she instantly pressed her lips to mine and parted them. I was taken aback, but pushed her creamy breast milk into her mouth and watched her swish it around and pass it back.
Once the milk was gone, we didn't let the lack of milk stop us, we continued to explore each other's bodies. She pulled off my shirt, revealing my black, muscular chest. She ran her long, cool fingers through my chest and then pulled me to her, pressing her milky mammaries to me. Her breasts felt wicked against my muscular flesh. I could even feel droplets of her milk drip onto my belly.
Her passion came out and for the first time since she'd gotten here, she acted like a woman. I could tell her heat was rising and I put my fingers between her legs and felt her acute wetness.
"Take me," she whispered huskily, piercing me with those green eyes. "There's something I haven't told you," she said as she pushed her hips forward onto my fingers and began humping them.
"What's that?" I said as I ravished her body.
"I'm ovulating. Right now I'm at the peak of my fertility. And I'm sooo horny I can't stand it." She covered my mouth with hers and spoke. "I want your baby, Chuck. You've done more for me than any man I know. Please! Give me a baby!"
I looked her dead in the eyes. "You're not just trying to replace the one that got taken away, are you?"
She shook her head vehemently. "No, I really love you. Please put a baby in me. Please?"
I picked her up and carried her newlywed style into our shared bedroom and laid her on the bed. She instinctively spread her strong legs open wide, revealing her precious peach to my greedy eyes. I'd never seen a more beautiful pussy than what lay before me. I stepped out of my pants and climbed onto the bed with her.
"Kiss it!" she cried. "My ex never liked touching me down there. Said it was dirty. Please, I need to feel a man's caress for the first time!"
I inhaled and her powerful, fertile aroma immediately filled my nostrils. Her scent was starting to drive me wild. I was honored that she would choose me to be the father of her child. I took my time, starting with her volleyball legs, kissing and licking them and slowly working my way up to her folds. Then I'd start on the other one. When I ran out of legs, I kissed and licked her lower belly and chest, judiciously avoiding her hot-spots.
"Do it!" She screamed as she couldn't take anymore. She was thrashing around on the bed, her long, blonde hair flying everywhere. She looked possessed. I smiled as I dove straight into her exceedingly wet hotbox. She cried out, moaned, bucked her hips and pulled my head into her all at the same time.
Slowly, I stuck out my tongue and began licking her clit. Up and down and side to side. I also licked her full labia and even stuck my tongue inside her pussy, tasting her fertile pussy juice.
"Fuck me! I need to feel your big, black cock inside my tight cunt!" She moaned as I flicked her clit over and over. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my head, trying vainly to press my lips closer to her juice box.
After she drenched me with her fertile cunt liquid, I pulled her to a sitting position and put my cock at her mouth. She knew exactly what to do with it. However, upon seeing it, her eyes went wide.
"Is this a joke?" She looked up at me.
I thought maybe her ex was massive and she found my big, black dick too small for her. "What do you mean?"
"How the hell am I supposed to fit this inside me? I've never seen a cock this big before!"
I smiled as she was trying to tell me that I was too big. I'd definitely heard that one before. "Don't worry," I said, "it'll fit just fine. I'll be careful, I promise."
She pouted for a moment, but then began licking and sucking my big, black dick. God have mercy on my soul, that woman's lips were scorching. She took to deep-throating my cock as though it were a personal challenge. Jackie actually managed to get about two-thirds of my long, fat shaft down her throat before giving up.
But what she did to that two-thirds was absolutely incredible. Her lips flew up and down my shaft as her tongue flicked along the edges and she worked the tip of my dick until I was just about ready to squirt my cum down her throat.
"Whoa there, Bessie!" I reluctantly moved her off my cock. "If you want a baby, you're going to need to stop sucking."
"Aww..." She pouted, but climbed on the bed and spread her legs. I could see her folds glistening in the dim light and knew that she was extremely wet.
As I lay on top of her, I placed my lips on her fat, engorged nipples for the first time and began suckling. At first I tasted no milk, but she pressed the sides of her breast with her palm and milk began spraying into my mouth.
"Moo like a cow!" I said as I latched on to her tender tit.
"What? That's absurd! What will the neighbor's think?" She laughed.
"Who cares what the neighbor's think. Just moo!"
To my surprise, she actually began mooing. I had to chuckle because each time she mooed, more milk gushed into my mouth. It was like her breasts were responding to her thoughts.
"This is silly!" She said between moos.
Once I'd emptied one breast, I told her to spray the other one on my cock for lubricant.
"God, you're weird!" she laughed, but did what I said.
I nearly came when I felt her hot milk squirt onto my raging shaft. With her mother's milk coating my cock, I poised my dick at her tight entrance. "You ready?" I asked. She nodded and wrapped her long, slender arms around me and pushed her hips up to meet my shaft.
"Dump your dominant seed into my fertile womb," she cried as I plunged my thick cock into her aching, needy pussy. I couldn't believe how tight she was. She may have just given birth a few months ago, but her pussy was as tight as a virgin's.
"I'm going to knock you up with my black baby," I said as I pumped my cock deep into her cavern. I'd bottomed out about halfway in, but I was used to that. Slowly I slid my black meat out and she begged me to push it back in. I obliged her. In and out I went as she held me tight. She even crossed her legs at the small of my back and clenched her walls tight to hold me in.
"Moo for your dominant bull," I said as I struggled to hold off my impending orgasm.
"Moo!" She cried, thrashing her head back and forth and grabbing onto the sheets. She was delirious with lust and I knew at that moment, I would do anything and everything that she wanted. If she wanted my baby, I would give it to her. I'd find another job so that I could support us. I'd make sure that her ex stayed away and I'd most definitely make sure that no one ever hurt h
er again. I made those promises to myself as I found myself spearing her tiny cervix.
"Oh God, what is that? I've never felt anyone that deep before."
"That's your cervix," I said. "Believe it or not, but a man's cock can sometimes fit in there. Yours seems to be very tight, but it feels so fucking good!" I explained as new sensations exploded in my body. I'd never been inside a woman's cervix before and at that point I never wanted to leave.
"Cum in me! Shoot your hot, sticky load into my fertile cervix. I want to feel your hot man-juice coating my precious eggs."
I couldn't believe she was saying these things. They made me extremely horny and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out any longer.
"Moo like a cow!" I begged.
She did. She mooed and laughed and mooed some more. All the while, her legs wrapped around me tightly and her cervix gripped my overloaded cock in a death grip. "I'm cumming!" I said as I wrapped my arms around her and pinned her to the bed. Her arms were straight at her side with mine circled around her body. She couldn't move and the feeling of power and dominance was too much for me to handle.
With a grunt, I shoved my fat, black cock as deep into her fertile cervix as I could get it and unleashed my potent load into her ovulating womb. I felt her breasts leak milk onto my chest as my shaft expanded and I shot rope after sticky, dominant rope into her unprotected cervix. I was ecstatic that I was actually going to be knocking up a woman.
Many moments later, we collapsed together in a sweaty heap, her breast milk spraying streams of white gold all over us and the bed. Just before we dozed off, she turned to me, kissed me on the lips and said, "I'll be your hucow if you'll be my dominant bull."
After years of fantasizing, I finally had my own hucow. Things were starting to look up.
My Boss is my Hucow
Nikita Storm
"Mr. Stevenson, all your qualifications look good. We here at the company welcome you into our ranks of professional, dedicated employees of the company. Congratulations!"
