40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  "I was just explaining a bit about your operation, Mr. Hart." She turned to me. "This is Roy, he owns the operation now."

  "Good to meet you Sarah. My wife told me all about you," he extended a hand and I shook it. His grasp was firm and I felt his power.

  "Nice to meet you," I said weakly. I thought the cop was gorgeous? Oh God, this was a real man. He was probably the same age as his wife, early sixties, but he had a presence about him that let you know immediately who was in charge. I felt a droplet of cum in my already soaked panties. Which reminded me about my leaky breasts. They were starting to hurt.

  "Yes, well, let's let Cow 14 go about her business, shall we?"

  "Cow 14?" I asked, looking back at Cynthia. She pointed up above us and sure enough, there was a sign hanging down that said 'cow 14.' I wondered what number I was going to be.

  "As you've no doubt gathered, we're not a typical milking facility. We're mooving," he laughed at his dumb joke, "into the twenty first century with a new vision in mind."

  "What vision would that be, sir?" I asked as we stopped in front of my stall.

  He turned and looked at me and I shivered at his dominant stare. "We aim to eliminate the need for milk cows within ten years. To cut down on costs, we're phasing out traditional bovine and replacing them with human cows.

  "I don't get it," I said nervously. I couldn't believe how much this silver-haired man turned me on. He was old enough to be my father!

  "What don't you get, miss?"

  "What's stopping Cow 14 - I mean Cynthia - from just walking out? What keeps her here? And why are you so sure I want to be your Hucow? I've already got a good-paying job."

  "Had," he corrected.

  My eyebrows shot up. "Had?"

  "Yes, your employer has been contacted and all the arrangements have been made."

  I fumed, but said nothing as I realized I was dealing with a very powerful and potentially dangerous man.

  "As for Cow 14, she likewise has no job and nowhere to go. This is her home and it's all she knows."

  I looked at him incredulously. Was he putting me on? This had to be some kind of joke. "You're kidding, right? What happened to her family?"

  "The same thing that's happened to yours," he said coldly.

  I was almost too afraid to ask. "What's happened to my family?"

  "Don't worry," he said, stepping forward and brushing his fingers through my hair. "They're being looked after. Just like you'll be."

  He suddenly pressed his lips to mine and I began to resist and then realized that I was actually enjoying the feeling of this older man's mouth. My inner furnace lit up and I started feeling myself get flustered.

  "What about your wife?" I said breathlessly as we parted.

  "She doesn't care what I do to the Hucows. To her, you're just a number." He explained as he began running his hands all over my body. When he got to my breasts, I swear they begged him to set them free. They ached for release in a way that only full breasts can.

  "What happens if I leave?" I protested as I felt him obey my breasts and unbutton my milk-stained blouse.

  "Where would you go?" He said, ogling my humongous tits once they were finally free from their confines.

  "Home," I said indignantly.

  "This is your home for the foreseeable future."

  I didn't care for the tone of his voice, but his silky smooth hand pressed against the side of my aching boob was too much to handle. I moaned at his touch.

  "What about my husband and baby?"

  "Like I said," he smiled, "they've been taken care of. When we're through with you, you'll all be reunited. Until then," he left my side to grab a pill from my stable, "you'll need to take this to forget all about them."

  I looked at the pill in disgust and horror. This was the same pill that Cynthia had taken - the one that made her lactate more. "What makes you think I'm going to take this pill?"

  He laughed - a chilling laugh that sent shivers up and down my spine. "Because, Cow 12, you're graded upon your milk production."

  "Graded?" This was ridiculous. "How so?"

  "Here, let me show you," he said, guiding me to the stall. He gently placed the cups over my breasts and turned on the machine. I still wasn't sure that I wanted to go through with it, but the way he made it sound I didn't have much of a choice.

  Instantly, I felt a sharp sucking pressure against my breasts. It was similar to the hand pumps I used at home, but much more powerful.

  "Look," he directed my attention to the digital readout display. "See those numbers?"

  I nodded, remembering how Cynthia's had dipped down to about ten before she took the pill. I watched in fascination as it climbed to about fifteen before slowly dropping off to under ten, then five and then nothing.

  "If your pressure ever drops below ten, I'm paged and get to administer your punishment."

  "Punishment?" I said, alarmed.

  "Yes, let me demonstrate." He leaned me over the stool and began swatting my butt with his hand.

  "Ow!" I said, rubbing where he'd spanked me. "What are you doing?" I cried out as his hand came down on my sore butt again and again. He must've spanked me ten or fifteen times before letting me up.

  "That's your punishment for dropping below our standards. I suggest you take the pill if you don't want any more of those."

  I reluctantly took the pill from him.

  "Now that we have two Hucows, we're going to be having competitions."

  I fiddled with the water spigot, feeling like a caged animal. Finally, I figured it out and popped the pill, swallowing it down. "What do you mean competitions?"

  "You know, like which one of you pumps the most milk in a shift, that sort of thing."

  "What's our prize?" I started feeling different. I could actually feel my breasts filling with milk. This was insane. I looked down at my slowly inflating breasts and couldn't fathom what was happening.

  "I thought maybe the winner would get to spend a night with me." He smiled suggestively.

  The milk began to flow freely from my breasts through the hose and I actually felt like a bona-fide cow.

  "Look at those numbers climb!" He clapped his hands together excitedly. "I'll leave you two cows alone for a while. I'll announce the winner tonight at dinner."

  Milking was boring, but I found a Kindle laying in the hay next to the stall and busied myself reading all about this Hucow business - taking great care not to let my milk production fall.

  I didn't quite understand it, but I felt my memories begin to fade. By the second pill, I'd completely forgotten everything that happened before I walked in here.

  Reading about this Hucow, I realized that it was more than just another fetish - there was really something behind this. My pussy became sopping wet as I read about helpless maidens squirting their milk and acting like cows.

  I started touching myself and - oddly enough - my breasts pumped out more milk the hornier I got. I was so wrapped up in my play session, that I hadn't realized that our shift was over.

  "So, how did you enjoy your first day?" Roy inquired as we sat on the edge of his bed after dinner.

  The shift had gone by quite fast, I was surprised. I still thought that I was missing some memories, but I couldn't quite recall which ones.

  "I loved it!" I said enthusiastically. "I really want to thank you for taking me in, Mr. Hart--"

  "Please," he waved and smiled, "call me Roy."

  "Okay...Roy. I really had nowhere else to go. If it hadn't been for you, I'd be out on the street right now."

  "You're quite welcome," he said, placing his hand on my exposed thigh. They'd been gracious enough to give me some nice clothes that I could wear around the house when I wasn't working. Right now, I was wearing a beautiful, black and red miniskirt that felt sexy as hell on my body.

  "Now, for your reward," he leaned over and brushed his manly lips against my ruby-red lips. I parted my mouth for him and felt my pussy tingle. His hands made their way up my thig
hs and I opened my legs for easier access.

  I couldn't explain it, but I wanted this man. I needed to feel him in me. I needed his approval of my actions. I couldn't quite remember how I'd found myself in this situation, but I knew I trusted him.

  He kissed me and pulled me closer to him. His hands left my quivering thighs and found their way up to my voluptuous breasts. I moaned softly as he pulled off my mini-skirt and began massaging my aching breasts. They'd been hooked to those machines for several hours and were sorely in need of human touch.

  A droplet of milk peeked out of one nipple as he began to squeeze it gently. Even though it hurt a bit, it felt good to feel his hand on it.

  "Ooh!" I moaned in both pleasure and pain as he thumbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Milk began squirting out and he moved his mouth to capture it.

  "Did Cow 12 enjoy being a cow?" He asked as he descended slowly upon my aching, fat nipple.

  "Moo!" I nodded as I threw back my head in pleasure when his lips touched my sensitive tit. Oh God, this was heaven, I thought as he began slowly suckling my milky teats.

  "Good cow!" He said as he pressed his head against my chest. I held him there and it felt right to be nursing my boss. He owned this operation and if it wasn't for him, I don't know what I would've done.

  He suckled for several minutes contentedly on one breast before switching to the other. When he was through he stood and disrobed, revealing his engorged man-hood.

  I ran my fingers all around his hot, muscular body. He may have been an older man, but he still had the body of a young stud. I shivered through an orgasm as I felt his muscles ripple under my hands. I squeezed them - he was just so strong!

  He brought his hand down to my flooded pussy and began rubbing me. Oh God! Had I ever had a man before? I couldn't quite recall if I had or not, but I didn't want him to stop.

  "Please!" I begged.

  "Please what?" He smiled devilishly.

  "Take me. Make me yours. I'm forever your Hucow." Like I said, I needed him desperately.

  "That's right!" He said, as he pressed his finger into my hotbox. After a few thrusts in which I mewled with hunger, he brought it to my mouth and I licked it off.

  "Suck it!" He said as he brought his large cock to my lips.

  Again, I couldn't recall ever having sucked a cock before, but I found myself knowing exactly what to do regardless. I slowly descended upon his veiny shaft, caressing his turgid member with my lips and tongue.

  It felt so good to have him in my mouth that I came just from that. He squeezed and played with my large breasts as I sucked his cock. Never before had I felt so good to be a woman. Or so alive.

  He groaned as I took his full length down my throat. It was a tight fit, but I somehow managed it. I caressed his balls as he milked my breasts, sending streams of mother's milk all over the carpet.

  I danced my tongue around his shaft and hopefully gave him the best blow-job he'd ever had.

  When he'd had enough, he pulled me away and wrapped his strong arms around me, pressing my milky breasts to his chest and kissed me.

  I felt so safe and protected in his arms and realized then and there that I would do anything he wanted me to. I didn't care about money or fancy things, I was here solely to please him.

  I was surprised when he lifted me up onto his cock while we were still standing. I giggled and wrapped my long legs around his waist and held on for dear life. I gasped as his massive cock-head pressed insistently against the folds of my submissive pussy.

  God, it felt so big! His arm muscles bulged as he held me up and slowly descended my fiery pussy on his massive cock. I ran my fingers all over his straining arms and chest as I felt the inside of my pussy fill with his man-hood.

  "Fuck me! Cum in my hot pussy!" I pleaded with him as he bounced me up and down on his turgid dick. For his age, he was extremely strong and I was impressed that he could pull something like this off.

  His massive, engorged cock felt so good in my needy pussy that I had one long, continuous orgasm as he fucked me. I closed my eyes and felt his power as his cock slid in and out of my tight, wet pussy.

  I don't know how long we'd been at it, when he grunted and I felt his shaft quiver and expand deep inside me.

  "Shoot in me!" I whispered in his ear as his whole body strained with the effort of holding me up. He pounded in me faster and faster until he was ready to dump his hot, potent load into my belly. He pushed his cock as deep inside me as he could get it, then he held me there as his cum exploded.

  Wave after wave of hot, luscious man-juice erupted inside my unprotected womb as Roy let loose his load. My pussy contracted around his shaft each time I felt his cock flex inside me. It was the hottest thing I'd ever felt and I knew that I wanted to always win the milking prize. Each day he told us that it would be a different criteria and we wouldn't always know what it was.

  I quickly dressed and walked back to my room renewed and invigorated. I couldn't imagine being happier anywhere else and hoped that things worked out so that I could stay here forever. I heard whispers that a new Hucow was going to be brought in tomorrow. I was looking forward to teaching her the ropes - in more ways than one.

  Shoot-Out At The Hucow Corral

  Nikita Storm

  To say I was nervous was the fucking understatement of the year. Petrified, terrified - well, you get the picture. What on earth could have me so scared? Well, I'm a finalist in a Hucow competition. I had no idea that there were so many women who had become Hucows.

  It started out as just me against a hundred of my bovine sisters. They had put out a call to all Hucows across the country to come and compete for the ultimate prize - a ride with the famed billionaire J.R. Stills. THE J.R. Stills. One night alone with him in a barn of hay. Oh my God! I nearly peed my panties when I saw that. I knew instantly I had to enter. Not only enter, but win.

  I thought perhaps I'd face five or six other Hucows and I'd have a pretty good shot of winning. I was floored when I saw the throngs of real, honest-to-goodness Hucows that showed up. Of course all the pretenders were sent away packing. We didn't need lactating women dressed in a slutty cow outfit competing against us. No, only REAL Hucows were accepted.

  What's a REAL Hucow, you ask? Well, most Hucows I've spoken to said that they were given a pill that caused them to take on certain...uh aspects of a cow. Such as prodigious milk production. Some report breaking out in spontaneous mooing - although thankfully I haven't encountered that. Yet. Others have taken on a larger body, that while not exactly resembling a cow (God forbid) have become much more...shall we say...chunkier than a non-Hucow. A few have even reported growing extra breasts on their stomach - referred to as udders - although I've never actually encountered one of those. They wouldn't be allowed into the competition as with the extra tits they'd have an unfair advantage.

  The competition. Oh God, the competition. There were several stages that each contestant had to go through to get to the next level. The first was the firmness competition. Several judges (read: horny old men) went through each contestant and measured the firmness of their milk-filled breasts by hand. It was funny to watch the men squeezing the Hucows' breasts and writing down the firmness all while trying to maintain a straight face. I moaned loudly when my judge touched my full, aching breasts. He pulled back at my moan, thinking he hurt me, but I assured him that what he was doing was just fine.

  Oh, to feel his strong, dominant hands upon my milk-filled breasts. I think he sensed that I was about to cum just from him touching and prodding my milk-jugs as he hastily scribbled something down on his pad and moved onto the next contestant. I tried to see what he wrote, but he hid it well.

  And milk. There was milk everywhere. I've never seen so much milk outside a grocery store before in my life. We all had to wear special slip-resistant shoes to avoid falling. Before the competition, all the girls were sampling each other's wares. Everyone was very friendly and enthusiastic about the whole thing. Some didn't even kn
ow who J.R. Stills was and just wanted to meet their fellow Hucows. I, however, was very much interested in "getting to know" the billionaire. I've been fantasizing about that hunky stud for years now and I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get him in the sack.

  J.R. Stills owned a vast amount of cattle ranches in Texas and Oklahoma. Hucows everywhere dreamed of working on one of his famed Hucow farms. It was the ultimate wish for most of us. He was a very demanding, dominant taskmaster, and as Hucows we have a need to be dominated - but not just by anyone. We want our bull to be strong and have a firm hand. A very firm hand - if you know what I mean.

  After several rounds of competition, including a milk-squirting test, there were five of us Hucows left for the finale. There was me, Cassandra, a red-haired, stocky broad with large, hanging, milk-filled tits, short legs and freckles. Mary, a tall, Elf-like waif who didn't look like she could hide a droplet of milk on her skinny body, let alone an unlimited supply. Then there was Josephine, a shy, brunette with a devastatingly coy grin. Maria, who was a plumper. Tall, but pleasantly plump. And last, but not least, Vera, who had the largest breasts of any Hucow I'd ever seen. She was the one I was worried about.

  For this competition, they paired us up with Cowboys who would milk us into a pail. Whoever filled the pail with the most milk in sixty seconds would be declared the winner. Like I said, I was was fucking nervous. Could I beat out a Hucow who's jugs were twice the size of a normal (if there was such a thing) Hucow? With Mary's small breasts, I don't see how she could even fill a thimble, let alone a milk pail. And there were so many people watching us.

  I glanced at the crowd and my heart stopped cold as my eyes passed over the prize man himself. Yup, just to make it more difficult, J.R. Stills was here. Fuck. Oh God, his eyes. His ice blue eyes. He briefly looked at me and I felt as though he had laid bare my innermost secrets and saw through my veil.

  I was ashamed for thinking of laying with him; for wanting his tremendously hot body. He had it all. Not only did he have vast amounts of money - as much money as I have milk - but he also had a gorgeous body. Tall, rugged, handsome. His face held just a hint of stubble - as though he couldn't be bothered to shave for such an unimportant event such as this. Blue eyes set deep within his strong face. It was apparent by his muscles that rippled under his business suit, that he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty every now and then.