by Bessie Hucow
"Milk yourself!" I commanded as I split her pussy lips wide and sank my lucky cock into her searing pussy. Her walls were incredible. I could tell she was very experienced in this department as once I was in her, she wrapped her legs around me and locked them around my back.
My cock was on fire as it delved deep into her cavernous depths. "So," I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. "How far did the others get?"
She laughed. "They usually bolted the moment I put on the cow ears and tail." She put her arms around me and pulled me close to her. "But enough about losers, let's talk about us." Her lips pressed needily against mine. When she came up for air, she said: "Do you know how weird it is to be talking to the CEO on the phone while wearing a cow outfit?" She giggled. "I'd even moo every now and then just to see if he was paying attention."
I laughed as I pressed my cock all the way into her tight pussy. She may have been older, but she kept her Kegel muscles in shape; I could feel them tighten against my cock. "You're a regular riot," I said.
"You know," she kissed me on the nose, "you're going to be running the day to day operations while I run around acting like a cow. Don't worry," she said as she saw my eyes grow wide, "you'll be very well compensated. And not just with money." She somehow pulled me deeper into her and pressed her large, milk jugs to my chest as my cock stiffened inside her.
"I want you to give me a baby, John," she said as she began humping her hips up and down. "I want to be your pregnant Hucow. You want that, don't you?"
I nodded. "This is all so sudden," I admitted.
"Time waits for no man," she said as she directed my cock to her cervix with her Kegel muscles. "Put it in, John. Stretch my cow cervix and knock me up with a baby calf." She started mooing softly in my ears as my huge cock sunk into her extremely tight cervix.
"Is that what you really want? A baby?"
She nodded.
"What about your husband?" I asked.
"He's infertile. He knows that I can have any man I wish knock me up. It's all in the pre-nup." She kissed me all over my face and neck as she ran her hands along my back and chest. "Don't worry about him. He'll have to take care of it - knowing that it's not his."
"So you chose me."
Again, she nodded. "From the second I first saw you, I knew you were going to be the father of my child. I wasn't wrong, was I?" She pouted.
I shook my head as I kissed her pouty little mouth, moved her flaming locks from her eyes and grunted as my cock swelled inside her cervix. I don't know how she did it, but she somehow tightened her cervix, sending me into sensory overload.
"Cum in your submissive Hucow!"
I couldn't hold back any longer. My shaft swelled and I began releasing a torrent of scorching, potent sperm deep into her womb. I was actually knocking a woman up. And the most unlikely woman, to boot. She cried out as her orgasm hit at the same time as mine. I felt her arms and legs tighten around me almost to the point of not being able to breathe. She dug her fingernails into my back and held on for dear life as I pumped my dominant bull seed into her submissive cow womb.
"Oh my God, that was fantastic!" She said breathlessly. "I think I want you to come home with me sometime and meet my husband. He needs to know that his place as head bull has been taken. I want you to show your dominance over my husband by taking me in front of him. Do you think you can do that?"
I looked at her like she'd grown a third head.
"If you're worried about my husband; don't be. He's very much a beta male and will be more than eager to watch his wife get knocked up. Please say you will!" She looked up at me with her bewitching blue eyes as my dominant sperm leaked from her fertile pussy.
"Sure," I said with a confidence I didn't feel. "I'll dominate you and your husband at the same time."
"Great! How about tomorrow after work?"
I nodded as I slipped my messy cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her mouth. "Suck it clean, cow!" I demanded.
With long, slow licks, she erased all traces of my cum from my cock. This had perfect job written all over it.
My Neighbor is a Hucow??
Nikita Storm
The first moment when I realized something weird was going on was the first night of fall. See, I usually sleep with my fan on, but now that the temps here have dropped, I don't need to any more.
I heard faint, odd-sounding moo calls. A cow mooing in the middle of the night? That was strange, indeed.
I tried to shut it out of my mind and just roll over and go back to sleep. Nope. That damn cow was stuck or hurt or something. From my upstairs bedroom, I couldn't tell how far away it was. So, I did the only thing I knew to do: called the cops. I told them that I thought I'd heard an injured cow in the neighborhood. They told me (after some giggles) that they'd send someone right out. I asked them to call me and let me know what they found out.
I turned on the fan for white noise and pushed it away from me so I wouldn't get too cold and fell back asleep. About a half-an-hour later, I get a call from the cop who says they checked all around the neighborhood and found nothing.
Maybe the hurt cow escaped or something. I turned off my fan and immediately heard the faint mooing again. Was I going crazy? This wasn't some weird mental disease, was it? I quickly booted up the computer and checked just to make sure. That was when I stumbled across something that intrigued and shocked the hell out of me. Apparently, there was some kind of kinky fetish called Hucow where women dress up and go around pretending they're cows, often mooing and squirting breast milk into pails - sometimes with bondage involved.
I heard the cow again. Realizing that I wasn't going to get any fucking sleep knowing that there could be an injured animal in the neighborhood, I grabbed my jacket, stuffed myself into some pants and headed outside with a flashlight in my hands. I was going to find that God-damned cow if it took me all night. Or, prove to myself that I was, indeed, crazy. Or, perhaps, both.
Do you know how incredibly stupid I felt standing outside my house in the middle of the night listening for the faint sounds of a cow? When I heard it again - a bit louder this time - I became bound and determined to find it. I was going to walk until I couldn't walk any more. Why? Who the hell knows. Maybe it had to do with that extra shot of whiskey right before bed. Whatever the reason, I wanted to find and - if possible - help the poor moo.
I frowned when - upon following the faint mooing - I ended up at my next door neighbor's house. Surely she didn't buy a cow and stick it in her house, right? I mean, sane people don't do stuff like that. Do they? Then again, sane people don't wander around the neighborhood in the middle of the night looking for cows.
Taking a deep breath, I was just about to knock on the door when I heard the moo again. It was clearly coming from inside her house. June was a nice enough lady. Recently divorced, long, blonde hair, pretty face and pretty good-sized breasts. She never wore a bra and only wore t-shirts when walking around outside.
I saw that the door was slightly ajar and even though I could've gotten in big trouble, I just had to know. I wanted to see the fucking cow with my own eyes. This was cray cray! As silently as I could, I pushed open the door and slipped in.
The first thing that struck me was that there was an odd smell in the house. The interior was dimly lit and I had to adjust my eyes to the low light level before I proceeded.
I listened intently, my heart hammering in my chest, for the cow. Just when I thought I'd better turn around and leave before I got caught, I heard it again. I swear to God there was a fucking cow in my neighbor's house. There had to be.
I walked slowly, stealthily toward the sound, which seemed to be coming from a particular room. I put my ear up to the door and listened until I heard it again. Steeling myself for the worst, I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Oh! Thank God you're ... moo! here."
My jaw slackened and my knees went weak as I took in the sight before me.
"What the hell?" I said. "What the hell is go
ing on here?" I noticed that my next door neighbor was not her usual lithe self, but rather she had become much more rotund and ... fat. Two things that struck me in the gut: one, she was completely naked and two, she had udders. Not really udders, more like six human breasts on her belly.
"Moo!" She cried as she looked at me pleadingly. "I need ...moo! help."
I stepped inside and closed the door as I tried to comprehend the scene playing out in front of me. She was sitting down on the floor with several milk pails surrounding her. It looked like she'd been trying to milk herself.
"What's going on?" I asked again.
She explained (interrupted by the occasional moo) that she had been experimenting with potions that claimed they could make her a Hucow. She wanted to start lactating and have a bit of fun - maybe make some vids or something. Apparently, something went horribly wrong and now she was turning into a half-cow woman.
"Holy shit!" I said, trying to size up the situation. "Holy shit, this is serious." I can't say that seeing a naked woman with eight breasts wasn't turning me on. I'd had the odd fantasy or two (haven't we all), but I'd never thought of a cow-woman.
"You've got to help me!" She cried.
"Well, I don't know what to do. Is there some kind of antidote?" I wondered.
"I really don't know," she said as she began massaging her huge, milk-filled breasts. They were growing larger by the minute. "Can you run in my room and look it up on the Internet? The website should be up. Maybe ...moo! there'll be info about this."
"Okay, sure," I said, glad to be doing something - anything - rather than just sitting around looking at a woman slowly turn into a cow. "I'll be back in a few." I practically flew out the door and searched around for her room.
"Get a hold of yourself, man. Just because your neighbor's a cow..." I nearly knocked her keyboard off in my haste to find out what was wrong with her. After several minutes of fruitless searching, I finally found the answer.
"Apparently," I explained to her as she sat cross-legged on the floor, her breasts huge and dripping with milk, "you have one of the very rare side effects of the Hucow drug."
"Yeah?" She looked up at me hopefully. "So, what's the cure?"
I took a deep breath. "I'm afraid there's not one."
Her face fell and her shoulders sagged.
"But," I said, bringing her attention back to me, "it can be managed."
"Managed? How?"
"You have to express all the milk out of your extra breasts or they'll be permanent. You'll always lactate, nothing will change that, but if you don't get all the milk out of your udders within twelve hours, you'll never get rid of them."
She put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God! I can't live with these, I'll go crazy."
"Why don't we just start milking?" I asked, naively.
"Because," she explained, "I'm producing an almost endless supply. No, we need something stronger."
"How about baby pumps?" I suggested.
"No," she shook her head. "Still too slow." Then she snapped her fingers. "I got it!"
"What?"
"I know a farmer friend who has actual cow milking pumps. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to lend me some. Hand me my cell-phone, I'll give her a ring."
I rummaged around in her purse and handed her the cell-phone. She quickly dialed the number and explained the situation to her friend. I smiled inwardly as I heard a loud, "what?" on the other end.
"Carla will be over in fifteen minutes," June said with a big sigh of relief.
I waited with her and we chatted about how she got into this mess. She explained that she'd always had this fetish of being a cow. She even went around dressed up as a cow for school and was always mooing at everyone. Of course this endeared her to few and so she rarely had any friends.
She began complaining about one of her breasts and I could see that it was red, swollen with milk. I had the sudden urge to find out what human milk tasted like.
"Mind if I take a taste?" I asked pensively, not knowing if she was going to flip or not.
"Go for it. That's why I did it in the first place." She leaned back and lifted up one of her succulent breasts.
I studied it as realized that it was an exact replica of her "normal" breasts, except it was protruding from her stomach. Tentatively, I reached out my hand to caress it and was greeted by milk suddenly squirting and leaking out.
"You broke it," she said, smiling. "Now you have to fix it."
I slowly brought my lips to her milky, leaking breast and wrapped them around the fat nipple. She moaned heavily as my tongue caressed her smooth skin and I latched on and began suckling. Immediately, milk sprung forth into my mouth unbidden and I was greeted by her warm, inviting mother's milk.
"Do you like it?" She asked as she began to caress my head.
I nodded enthusiastically as I sucked and sucked, trying to swallow all of her delicious cream. In the end, it was nigh impossible. She was right, there was an unlimited supply. I hoped those cow pumps did the trick.
"That feels really good when you suckle on them," she admitted as she held me to her breast. I'd sucked on women's breasts before, but never when they were lactating and I had to admit that the taste was delicious. I think I was hooked.
Carla interrupted our intimate moment when she brought over several pumps and large milk canisters. Debbie was a tall, brown-haired hottie with small breasts and large eyes. She couldn't have been much older than June who was in her mid-twenties.
"Oh my God!" she put her hand over her mouth as she entered the room, carrying several pumps. "What on earth happened to you, honey?"
She explained to her what she had told me earlier. After a couple of "tsk, tsks," she set up all the milking machines and hooked them to the canisters.
"This might hurt a bit as they're not really meant for human breasts, but if what you say is true, they should be enough to empty out your breasts quite fast."
"Thank moo!" June said, breaking out in a moo. Her friend couldn't help but giggle.
"Would you like something to eat?" She asked her. June nodded and motioned for me to follow her.
Once in the kitchen, she cornered me. "How did you get involved in all this?" She asked critically.
I explained the story to her that I was trying to sleep and kept hearing a distressed cow and finally decided to track it down.
"Good," she said as she threw some Hamburger Helper on the stove. "As long as you're not enabling her."
"Enabling her?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes," she said, nodding. "I did a quick Internet search before coming over here and apparently there is a whole society of sick Hucow enablers. Men and women who milk or like to be milked - sometimes against their will and often with actual cow milking machines. It's both sick and wrong. And I'm afraid that that's what June's gotten herself into."
"Have you ever tasted breast milk?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" She said, putting her hands on her hips as she gave me the evil eye.
"How can you call those people sick when you've never tried it," I pressed. I knew I was digging myself a grave, but I couldn't help it.
"What?" She stared at me uncomprehendingly. "Are you taking their side?"
"No, but--"
"You're one of them, I knew it! That's the real reason you were over here in the middle of the night, wasn't it?"
"I--"
"I knew it! You probably made her take those pills, didn't you?" She pressed her finger into my chest accusingly.
"What? No! I'm not the sick one feeding a Hucow Hamburger Helper. Did you think about that? No! I dare you to taste her breast milk. I don't think you're woman enough. You're too afraid of stepping out of your sensibilities. Just take a taste. Then, if you don't like it, you can bitch and moan all you want."
"I'm not going to touch her breasts, let alone drink her milk!" She huffed and turned back to the stove.
"You drink cow's breast milk, don't you?" I asked.
"Well, yeah, but
it's not the same thing." I could tell that her confidence was waning.
"No, you're right," I admitted. "It's better."
"How would you know? I thought you said..." She turned to me.
"Let's just say that I have my sources." I smiled.
However, I watched her as she set the milking machines up on June's breasts. I could tell that she was straining, trying not think about my words. When she thought no one was watching, she took one of the canisters to the bathroom to dump out and dipped her finger inside and began licking it off. At first she made a face - the kind when you expect water and get pop on your tongue instead - but that didn't stop her from scooping up more with her hand.
"Why don't you try it from the source?" I asked, interrupting her.
She gave a little scream and jumped up, wiping her hands on her pants. "Try what? I was just getting ready to dump this down the drain."
"Did you like it?" I asked. "You did, didn't you?"
She looked away and blushed and I knew I had her right then and there. My cock got hard, thinking about her suckling my next-door-neighbor's breasts and drinking her milk.
"Admit it," I said as I scooped some of the milk up on my finger and fed it to her.
"Okay, I tasted it and I liked it." She practically grabbed my finger and shoved it into her mouth. She moaned a little as she suckled on my finger like it was a nipple.
"All June wanted was to be a Hucow. Let's at least let her live out her fantasy before her breasts go away."
Carla thought about that for a moment before a wide grin shot across her face. "All right. Let's do it."
We walked back into the living room where June was, both of us with shit-eating grins on our faces.
"What are you two so happy about?" June asked as streams of milk flew everywhere. Her carpet was a soaking mess and she looked like she'd just taken a milk bath and was drying off.
"We thought we'd give you a special present," her friend, Carla, said, kneeling down in front of her.
"A present? It's not my birth- Oh!" She moaned as Carla latched her sexy lips onto one of her engorged, spurting nipples.
