by Bessie Hucow
His large, strong hands milked my breasts as he took complete control of my body. I couldn't believe I was allowing another man to have his way with me. What on earth was I thinking? And not only that, I was actually going to carry his baby! I felt like such a slut and a whore.
I kissed a droplet of sweat off his forehead as I felt his cock tighten within me. I knew he was close as his grunts were getting louder and more frequent. I reached down and began stroking his balls, touching them gently in my hands and playing with them.
"Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" He grunted and began pistoning in and out faster and faster.
"Do it! I want to carry your baby." I breathed raggedly in his ear as my own orgasm flowed freely through me. "I'm at the peak of my fertility and I want you to spurt your dominant seed into my unprotected womb."
My words had the desired effect as he began jerking and his whole body stiffened. I ran my hands over his flexed muscles, reveling in their hardness. They felt wonderful under my hands. With one final thrust, he pressed deep into my cervix and bellowed. I felt his hard shaft expand greatly inside me as he prepared to claim me for his own.
"Do it! Cum in me! Release your seed!" I urged.
I didn't need to say another word as his cock twitched and strained and then finally released its payload of hot, sticky cum deep into my unprotected womb.
A vicious, powerful orgasm chose that moment to rocket through me and between the feeling of his massive cock spurting inside me and my own orgasm, my body went limp. He had to hold me up as he shot rope after hot rope deep inside me.
I was his. At least for the next nine months. There was no doubt about it. I was just going to have to confess to Robert that while I had another man's seed in me, he wasn't the dominant bull. I'd let him take me, but for now I was Charles's Hucow.
I must've passed out as I found myself waking up in the limo. I groggily looked out the window and realized that we were very close to home. Charles was not with us - I guess he had more important things to do than shepherd his Hucow to her barn.
After we pulled into the driveway, I exited on shaky legs. My heart pounded when I saw Robert looking out the window with a worried look on his face. I had to tell him the truth. He'd understand. After all, he was the one who set this whole thing up.
"Honey," I said, wrapping my arms around him, "you'll never believe where I've been."
"I know," he said.
"How?"
"Mary. She told me everything." He moved aside so I could come in out of the cold.
"You're not mad, then?" I looked into his eyes to try to determine if he was or not.
"No, I think what you did was great!" He hugged me and I cried in his arms.
"Thank you! I love you, Robert."
"That makes two of us," he said as he led me to the kitchen where a steaming bowl of soup was waiting for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mary smiling at me. I knew right then that I had made the right choice.
The Slutty Farm Cow
Nikita Storm
I admit it. I'm a certified Hucow slut. I've had this "lactation situation" for as long as I can remember. I think it started that night at a rave when I had just turned eighteen and someone slipped me an unknown pill. I thought it was just the usual, but became confused when nothing happened. Maybe I just got a hold of a bad pill or something, so I asked for another one. Still nothing happened and I went home kinda miffed. You know?
That night, however, I awoke completely drenched. Thinking maybe I pissed myself or something, I turned on the light only to see not piss - but milk. At least I thought it was milk. I smelled it, tasted it - you know, for science! I didn't understand where it could be coming from. I wasn't secretly pregnant or anything (at least I was pretty sure I wasn't!).
Then it hit me. I felt the tightness in my breasts and ran to the bathroom and to my horror (which later became delight), I saw that my small, perky breasts had become enlarged and engorged with milk. What the hell? I wondered to myself as my heart began to race. How did this happen?
My breasts ached so badly from being full of milk that I had no choice but to empty them right there in the sink. I will admit that I cried. My first thought was that I'd somehow gotten pregnant, even though none of this made any sense in that context.
As I frantically massaged and expressed my engorged breasts, I thought about my options. The first thing I was going to do was get a pregnancy test. I wasn't ready for a kid at the moment, so I hoped it wasn't that.
The test had come back as negative - thank goodness, but that still didn't answer my question: how did this happen?
I called up my best girl-friend in the middle of the night and told her that she had to come over right this minute that it was an emergency. She said I was kidding, right? I told her that I needed her and that I wouldn't be bothering her if it wasn't urgent.
*****
Lindsey arrived about twenty minutes later, frantically knocking on the door. Of all our friends, I was the level-headed one. If I thought something was wrong, there usually was.
"Come in!" I hollered from the kitchen where I was hunched over the basin squirting my breasts again. I'd never heard about anything that could produce this much milk this quickly.
"Jenny, honey, what on earth are you doing?" I turned to face my best friend with what must've looked like utter despair on my face as she set her purse down and hugged me.
"What happened?"
I tried to speak, but tears ran down my face. "I don't know," I said as I finally caught my breath enough to speak. "I just woke up and..." I motioned to my massive, leaky breasts.
She looked at me in shock for a few minutes. "You don't know how it happened?"
"No," I said, shaking my head as I turned back to my task. Ever since I'd woken up, I'd had to express myself every few hours or my boobs would become tight and uncomfortable. I felt like a nursing mother without the kid.
She watched me for a minute, puzzling something out. "You didn't by chance go to any of those sketchy raves you were telling me about, did you?"
My eyes grew wide. "Maybe. Why?" She could tell by my answer that I had done just that.
"Oh, honey," she said again and wrapped her arms around me as my milk dribbled onto her arm.
"Why? Is there something wrong with the raves?" From the look on her face and her reaction, I was starting to get really scared.
"You took the light-blue pill instead of the dark blue one, didn't you?"
I sighed. I had a funny feeling that it had to do with the pill. "Yeah, I guess because of the lighting, I did. So, what did I take? I didn't trip out or anything, that was for sure, although it probably looked that way when I woke up this morning and saw my massive boobies."
"Well," she said as she gently moved my tired hands away from my breasts and began massaging them herself, which felt awfully nice. "There's a pill going around that temporarily turns you into a Hucow."
"A what?" I said as I felt her hands softly knead and massage my aching, milky breasts.
"You know," she said, smiling, "a Human Cow." She emphasized the words.
"Great, so how long am I going to be lactating for? And don't tell me I'm going to start mooing or something or I'll...mmm that feels so good." I had never actually had anyone "massage" my breasts like this before and I was thoroughly enjoying it. I didn't care that it was my best friend.
"Well, you only took one, right?" She looked at me. "Hopefully?" Lindsey's face became a mask of concern.
"Uh..." I gulped, thinking back to how since the first one didn't work like I thought it should, that I needed to take another.
"Please don't tell me you took more than one!" She said as she switched breasts and concentrated on my other, grateful milk-bag.
I studied my bare-feet. "Why?" I mumbled. "Don't tell me I'm going to always be like this."
She stopped milking for a moment and lifted my chin up. "The only dose that won't get you into permanent trouble is one pill. After that it
fucks up your hormones too much to recover from. I'm sorry, Jenny, but you're always going to be a Hucow."
My mind turned to mush as I contemplated her words. "Always? Like forever and ever amen?"
"But don't worry," she said with a coy smile, "I think I can help you out."
"How can you help me out?"
"This way," she said and leaned closer to my engorged breast, slowly taking the fat nipple into her warm mouth.
"Oh my God, Linds, wow. What are you?" I tried vainly to push her away, but it felt to good to resist.
"Just relax," she said as some of my milk dribbled out of her mouth. "I've always liked suckling."
"You?" I couldn't believe my best friend was telling me this. How did I not know?
"Of course, silly. Now let's get you comfortable and I'll empty your tits for you. Sound good?"
This was far too much for me to take in. I just dumbly nodded and followed her to the living room when she instructed me to sit down.
"I hope you don't mind, but I don't want to get my clothes dirty." She said as she stripped out of everything. I shivered as my best friend stood naked before me. It wasn't the first time that I'd seen her naked, but it was the first time I'd had naughty thoughts about her.
"We'll get you a proper pump in the morning," she said as she laid her head just under my leaky breasts. "But, for now, let's just make hay while the sun still shines, shall we?"
I nodded my head as I numbly watched her try to catch the streams of milk as they exited my breasts. As she latched on, I felt a nurturing instinct overcome me and I began caressing her hair."
"Mmm," she moaned in contentment. I felt stirrings inside me that I had never felt before. Oh, sure, like most girls, we'd played around and even kissed, but it was just that - play. Never serious. Not until now.
"Thank you," I said as she switched back and forth, trying to empty the breasts evenly.
"My pleasure," she said and smiled devilishly as she gently brought my lips to hers. The moment I realized what she wanted to do, my pussy involuntarily contracted and I moaned through a powerful orgasm.
Her hot lips pressed against mine, but I felt something else. My milk! She had a mouthful of my milk. Oh my God, this was so hot that I thought I was going to die. As my orgasm raced through my body, I tasted my own liquid gold from her mouth.
"See," she said breathlessly, "it's not so bad."
I had to agree with her and when she tried to pull away, I continued kissing her. I had never felt this way for a woman before. Lindsey was a stunner, though, so maybe there was some sexual tension bubbling just under the surface. I don't know.
She was barely five feet tall and wherever we went people always thought she was my little sister or something. She always got carded and hated it.
I wrapped my fingers around her long, silky blonde hair, pressing her further into me. Lust overcame my senses and I ground my hips upward, trying to sate the powerful emotions that were coursing through me.
I saw this nine-teen year old girl in a new light. She was no longer just a friend - that bridge had been crossed and burned. No, she was something more now. What, I wasn't quite sure.
"Wow!" She said, finally pulling away from me. "You're a really good kisser."
I dribbled milk on her face as we just stared at each other. "That was the best kiss I've ever had," I said, blushing. It was the truth.
"Well, there's more where that came from," Lindsey said as she rolled off my legs and kneeled down on the carpet.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my breath catching in my throat.
"What we should've done a long time ago," she said matter-of-factly, looking into my eyes. She maintained eye contact as she began running her tiny hands all over my sensitive thighs. I was a Volleyball girl in school, so my legs were in very good shape. She traced my muscles up and down, sending shivers of lust throughout my body. I had never felt so alive in all my life. No man had ever had this effect on me before.
Slowly, she lowered her head and began kissing my legs, starting from my feet and working her way up my large calves and then my thighs. My legs involuntarily parted when her lips grew close to my inner heat, but she didn't stop there. I watched her inhale my scent as she passed my aching, needy folds and began kissing my sensitive lower belly, lingering lovingly.
I needed her. Feeling her soft, sensitive lips on my lower belly sent me into a massive orgasm the like of which I'd never felt before. There was just something so naughty about where she was kissing that I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Lick it!" I cried. "Lick my hot, wet cunt!" I practically shoved her head down to my snatch and forced her face into my steamy pussy.
"Oh my God!" I stifled a moan as my legs began to shake. I had no idea what I had been missing. I always thought that I'd have to plow through a bunch of guys until I stumbled into the "right" one. Now, it looked like I had found "Ms." right. She'd been my best friend all along.
"Damn, girl! You got more juices than Niagara Falls!" Lindsey said as she took her sweet, God-damned time contemplating my cunt before diving into my needy pussy.
"Come on! Don't tease me, Linds!"
She looked up at me and giggled. "Promise you'll return the favor."
I nodded. "Yes, just do it!" At this point I'd do anything to be able to feel her hot tongue pressing against my folds. I had another orgasm just thinking about it.
"Promise?" She said, her smile wider than the Grand Canyon.
"Shut up and take me!"
"Good, I like to hear my slutty Hucows beg," she said.
"What? I can't believe you just said that." My pussy was trembling in anticipation of her hot tongue slashing over it.
She smiled and pressed her face closer to my hot-box. "Well," she said, lightly brushing her tongue up against the most sensitive part of my whole body. "The way I see it is that you're officially a Hucow. And Hucows need a dominant bull."
I cried out in ecstasy as rockets of desire shot through my body with each swipe of her tongue. "You want..." I said, trying to catch my breath. "You want me to be your Hucow?" I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but if it was anything like what I was feeling now, I was down for it.
"Exactly!" She buried her face into my pussy and licked all over, up and down and even moved her tongue in circles around my clit. I pressed my legs together around her head and held her there.
"Oh my God, Linds! Fuck me!" She pressed her finger to my soppy entrance and pushed inside. I bucked my hips and moaned as my body thrashed wildly. No one had ever pleasured me like that before. When my orgasm peaked, I thought I was going to lose my mind. My thighs must've been like a vise around her head. However, when it was all over, she came up for air and was all smiles.
"Now that's a good Hucow!" She kissed me and I tasted my own juices on her lips. They were slightly musky, but I thoroughly enjoyed licking my Hucow scent off her face.
"So, what exactly does it mean to be a Hucow?" I asked, as we cuddled together on her couch. She explained that from what she'd read, being a Hucow meant giving yourself over to the dominant bull - usually a man, but we'd make an exception - who would milk and mate with you.
"Is that all?" I wondered. Surely there had to be more to it than that.
"Well," she said and looked away, not wanting to make eye-contact.
"What is it, Linds?"
"A bull has to punish his Hucow."
"Punish?" My eyes opened wide. "What for?"
She shrugged. "That's just the way it is. The Hucow is to obey her master in all things." She took a deep breath. "There is one other thing."
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah, we're going to have to get you some pumps. And a place to store your milk." She explained.
"Why all that?"
"Well, you're never going to be able to keep up with all the milk flowing from your ta-tas. Plus, Hucow milk sells very well on the black market."
"All right," I smiled as I thought about my best friend turning me
into a proper Hucow. "I'm game."
*****
When I was finished returning her favor, we traipsed down to the local store and purchased a bunch of things we thought we'd need. Neither of us had ever been in this situation before, but we were excited to get started. I couldn't help but giggle when the check-out lady raised an eyebrow at our purchases. We laughed about it when we got into the car.
"So," I said as I plopped down on the couch, "what do we do first?"
"I think you need a good milkin!"
"Moo!" I said defiantly as she brought out the handcuffs.
"Take off your clothes!" She commanded. I did as she asked, stripping out of my tank top and slacks. My large breasts flopped out and milk sprayed everywhere. "Wow! That's a lot of milk!" She moved forward to inspect my overflowing breasts. "We just emptied that an hour ago."
"Yeah," I admitted. "Did you get a chance to check out Hucow milk prices?"
"Actually..." she turned to me red-faced, "I did."
"And?"
"I found a local buyer who is willing to pay top dollar for your milk."
"But?" I knew she was holding something back.
"Well, he kinda wants to sample the wares," she admitted sheepishly.
My eyes went wide. "He wants to come here and..." I was interrupted by the doorbell. "Oh my God, that's him, isn't it?" I couldn't believe my best friend set this up without my knowledge. What was she thinking?
She nodded. "Don't move." She noticed that I was looking around for my clothes or something to cover myself up with. "He wants to see you naked. And maybe more..." She said the last words in a low whisper that I barely heard and dashed to the door before I could say anything.
I stood there in the middle of the living room butt-ass naked, shivering as I thought about a strange man seeing my naked body. Oh my God, what would he think? Then again, he knew I was a Hucow, so how bad could it be?
My mind then started thinking about naughty things. I had learned that it was traditional for men to be in charge of Hucows. Perhaps he'd take me in and give me a good barn. I wondered what he looked like. Was he tall? Rugged? What did he do for a living? Was he a mechanic or basketball player or...
