40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  He walked me through the whole place and then took me to the last stall where he had me take off my shirt. Normally I would have balked at the suggestion, but at that moment, I was more than ready to ditch the shirt and get this milk out of me. He brought out a bucket and told me to start milking. What with him there? I wasn't sure I could do that.

  "Why do you need to see this?" I asked, a little uncomfortable with the whole thing.

  "Consider this your job interview," he smiled. "Here, let me help you."

  I tensed as he came around behind me and pressed his large, manly hands against my over-inflated milk jugs. With the slightest amount of pressure, they began to empty their rich, creamy load into the empty pail.

  "Ohh..." I moaned - half in pleasure and half in relief as he expertly pressed and caressed my tender boobs, coaxing the precious liquid from its confines.

  He milked me for a good five minutes, squeezing my breasts and directing my streams into the large pail. I couldn't believe how much milk I was producing.

  "Now we need to check it for consistency," he said as he brought the pail to his nose and sniffed. I don't understand why, but my body shook with orgasm when I saw him actually smell my boob milk. My God, that was hot. And I didn't even know why.

  "Well?" I asked. "Does it pass?"

  "Smells great!" he said, dipping his fingers in the bucket.

  "What are you doing?" I asked, horrified. Was he really going to taste my milk. Oh God, what had I gotten myself into?

  "Like I said, just making sure everything is good." He brought his fingers to his lips and I watched as he greedily slurped up my white liquid.

  Watching a strange man drink my milk caused my over-hormonal pussy to clench in orgasm. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - and that I was so turned on by it.

  "Do...do you like it?" I asked tentatively as I instinctively reached into my panties and began touching my sopping wet pussy. For some strange reason, I found myself needing his approval. This guy that I'd only met less than a half-hour ago.

  "Here," he said, bringing a taste of my own milk to my lips, "why don't you see for yourself."

  I don't know what I was expecting, but what I tasted was nothing like it. It was thick and full of fat and nutrients. My body acted like it had been starved of nourishment as I couldn't get enough of my own breast milk. It was so rich and creamy and smooth. My God, where had this been all my life. Suddenly, I found myself drinking it straight from the pail.

  I looked up at John, who had a smirk on his face, with milk dripping down my chin. "I don't know if I can ever get enough," I said as I bent my head down and lapped up more from the pail.

  "See," he said, stroking my hair, "now you understand why Hucows are in such high demand." His strokes became more sexual, but I was too busy lapping up my own milk like a fucking cow to notice or care.

  "You have such soft skin," he whispered in my ear as he caressed my neck and back. I had to admit that it felt awfully good to feel a man's touch again. It had been far too long. When I looked up to acknowledge him, he kissed me, slurping up my naughty Hucow boob milk from my face.

  "What are you doing?" I asked, but made no move to resist him. I found myself not wanting to resist him. He was so handsome and strong. I suddenly wondered what he looked like naked.

  "Giving you the last part of the interview," he said as he brushed his strong, dominant hands against my over-flowing milky breasts. They melted at his attention and I knew right then and there that I wanted him. "There's one thing I forgot to tell you about Hucows," he said as he smiled as he bent over and brought his lips to bear against my sensitive, fat teat.

  "What's that?" I moaned at his hot breath on my nipple.

  "Hucows are perpetually fertile."

  I tried to say something, but the sensation of his gentle, yet insistent suckling sent my body into orgasmic spasms that nearly caused me to faint. When I could return to my senses, I questioned him about that. "What do you mean?"

  "It means that each time you mate, you'll become pregnant. Each child you bear will increase the amount of milk you produce. Hucows, therefore, must be kept in a state of perpetual pregnancy."

  I looked at him like he'd lost his mind, but he was grinning like a madman and it was hard to be mad at him. Perhaps getting knocked up wasn't the worst thing in the world. After all, if my body was going to be in a perpetual state of horniness, better that something would come of it.

  "You do want a baby, don't you?" He looked up at me and kissed me on the nose.

  "Well, I really hadn't given it much thought..." It was the truth. I mean, it wasn't like I had a date every Friday night. It certainly wasn't because I was ugly or anything - quite the opposite - I just never pursued that angle of my life. I figured that the "right" man would just waltz into my life unbidden. Maybe that idea needed to be revisited.

  "Maybe now's the time to start thinking about it," he said as he took my hand and pressed it up against his massive organ. I'd never felt such a large cock before and my eyes widened. My fingers squeezed it through the fabric and I had an intense urge to pull down his jeans and set his monster free.

  "Can I?" I asked, my voice unsteady with need and lust.

  "Be my guest."

  I knelt on the stone floor and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. My pussy throbbed with desire and I wanted his cock inside me more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. What came out of his pants, however, shook me so completely that I was unable to think clearly. All I could do was gasp and cover my mouth.

  "You like?" He chuckled.

  "Oh wow! Holy shit that's the biggest thing I've ever seen," I said as I looked up at him with utter awe on my face.

  "You think that's huge, you should see Jeffry's, the owner. His has been compared to a horse's." I didn't know whether or not to believe him, but I had seen porn-stars on the Internet who had massive, magical phalluses that seemed to go on forever. I often wondered how they cast for the female role in those movies. What, must have bottomless pussy? Wow, I couldn't even fathom.

  My hungry, greedy eyes turned to take in his flesh sword. It may have been huge, but my mouth watered at its sight.

  I gently encircled my small fingers around his shaft, feeling its soft, yet firm, texture under my hand. He groaned loudly as I began stroking him, moving my hand up and down as I looked into his eyes. He ditched his shirt and with my other hand I began feeling his rock-hard muscles. I didn't know how much farm work he did, but he was definitely built.

  I moved my hand down and cupped his delicate balls. I knew how much power I was holding in my hand. All it would take is one squeeze and he'd do anything I wanted him to. But I didn't want to hurt him. I did, however, want to suck him. I wanted to feel his delicious man-meat in my mouth. I may not be able to take him all the way in me, but I was sure going to give it the ol' college try.

  Slowly, teasingly, I placed my lips upon his sensitive cock-head, breathing hotly. His groans grew louder as I inched my lips down his massive rod. This was by far the biggest thing I'd ever had in my mouth and I knew my jaws were going to hurt in the morning, but it would be well worth it. About half-way down is when I hit my limit. I knew I couldn't go any further.

  I glanced up and saw that his eyes were closed and a look of pure ecstasy was on his face. I moved my hands up and down his stomach, feeling his washboard abs. I couldn't believe how strong he was. My mind wandered to that of his boss - was he telling the truth that this Jeffry's cock was bigger than his own.

  A little part of me began fantasizing about that and my hand fell to my super wet pussy. I felt my slick folds part as I pressed a finger in my horny, hungry cunt.

  Fucking myself, I began concentrating on John's throbbing, steel-hard cock. I loved making a man so hard that he just had to blow his load. Then, I loved torturing him by not allowing him to cum and forcing him to wait until I gave him permission. It gave me a sense of power and went straight to my head.

  "Oh God, I'm g
oing to cum!" He groaned. But instead of blowing his load in my pussy, he picked me up forcefully, pulled my wet panties aside and poised my screaming pussy over his bulbous cock. I cried out as I felt his massive, dominant dick part my folds - where my finger had been just a second ago.

  I brought my finger to his nose and teased him as I felt him fill my insides with his flesh. God, the feeling of being so completely full was absolutely incredible. "Knock me up!" I whispered in his ear as I kissed and nibbled on his lobes. He wrapped his arms around me tight as his muscles bulged under the strain. Oh how I wished I could feel his strapping muscles!

  "You want a baby?" He bounced me up and down on his big cock. "You want a strange man to seed your fertile cunt and dominate your womb?"

  I nodded as I slathered his face with kisses. "Please! I'll be a good Hucow!" I promised as I allowed him to pound me and take me as his. I would do anything he wanted me to. I had never felt so submissive to a man before in my life.

  "There are no good Hucows, sweetie," he said as he shoved his mighty cock deep into my unprotected cervix. "Just naughty ones."

  "I'll be your naughty Hucow, then!" I cried as I felt my whole body become wracked with my orgasm. "Please! Just empty your potent seed inside me!" I couldn't take it anymore, I had to feel his cum squirting inside me or I was going to go crazy.

  As if on cue, he kissed me hard and shoved his meat-stick all the way inside me and held it there. This was it! Not only was I a Hucow, but I was now going to be a pregnant Hucow! I felt his steel-hard cock expand and twitch as it prepared to unleash its dominant load into my fertile cervix.

  "Do it! Make me yours!" I whispered in his ear as his cock began spewing its dominant seed deep inside me, coating my lady parts with his virile man-cum.

  This was it! I was actually pregnant - or would be shortly. Tears streamed down my face and I hugged him as soon as I could. "Thank you!" I said. "Thank you for putting your baby in me!" I couldn't believe I was saying these words. I was actually thanking a stranger for impregnating me.

  *****

  "So, do I get the job?" I asked as we untangled ourselves and toweled ourselves off.

  "Well," he said with a wicked smile. "now you get to go for your second interview."

  "What?"

  "Yep."

  "With who?" I thought this would be it. How many more hoops did I need to jump through.

  "With Jeffry..." he said and walked out, leaving me alone with my thought.

  Oh God, I felt another orgasm pass through me and I was instantly wet and horny again. I was definitely looking forward to seeing his legendary cock. I wanted him inside me right then. But, I knew I'd probably have to wait.

  The Farmer's Hucow 2

  Nikita Storm

  The next evening, I was able to track down this Hucow farmer, Jeffrey. I learned a lot about him in talking to some of the other Hucows who lived there. Apparently, he was a very rich, wealthy man who owned and operated a series of Hucow farms throughout the state. These all operated under the nose of the local authorities.

  Most of the women were nice. Some came from broken homes, others found themselves wanting something more out of life than they were currently getting. All but one of the women were satisfied with how everything was going. Yes, they were forcibly milked and had to mate with several men - sometimes daily, but overall they expressed no desire to leave or go back to their former life.

  I kept meticulous notes as I still wanted to present my findings to my boss. Maybe I'd win an award or a pay-raise or something.

  I made a few calls about Jeffrey, the rich Hucow farm owner. Apparently, he also owned a local gang that smuggled women in to his farms where he would talk them into giving up their former lives and becoming Hucows.

  I was able to track down some of his business associates and found that he was a very ruthless businessman who always got what he wanted. I was half wanting to knock him off his perch a peg and half fearing that if I tried, I would be the one in jeopardy.

  So it was with some trepidation that I entered his office for an "interview" for a Hucow spot. Apparently, they were so coveted that they actually had to turn prospective clients away.

  What I was not expecting was a very handsome, well-groomed twenty-something with deep, caring blue eyes, short black hair and a very affable smile. He melted my heart in just one glance and I instantly felt like a schoolgirl on her first date.

  "You've been snooping," he said as he looked up from his laptop and peered over his glasses. It was not a question.

  "Yes...I have," I admitted, shivering half from fear and half from lust.

  "Care to explain?" He folded his hands together, interlocking his fingers.

  I moved forward and sat in a chair in front of him. My God, I felt like I was talking to the principal - a very handsome, hunky principal. I was nervous, extremely nervous. I realized that being honest was probably my only chance to get out of this unscathed.

  "I'm a reporter," I admitted. "For the local newspaper."

  "Go on," he said, staring at me.

  I felt my breasts begin to leak milk onto my shirt. They were heavy, completely full and ached. I needed release in a bad way. "Well, I was going to do an expose on the farm. You know --"

  "But you've decided against that," he said with a cold look in his eyes. I pressed my legs together as his dominant aura was seriously getting me wet. I wanted him to bend me over the table and fuck me like a naughty cow.

  "I, uh..."

  "I said," he sneered as he rose and came over to me, "that you've decided against that." He paused for dramatic effect. "That's not a question."

  I gulped. "Yes, sir!" I realized that he'd won. He was that good.

  At his full height he stood six-feet easily. He wore a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, faded blue jeans, snake-skin boots and a nice button-up shirt with a bolo-tie to top it all off. At first glance, he looked just like every other cowboy on the farm. It was when you looked into his eyes that you realized you weren't dealing with just any farmhand.

  He scanned my body appreciatively and smiled. "So, what's this about you wanting to join our little Hucow farm?" I shivered as he ran his strong, masculine hands up and down my bare legs.

  "Uh...yeah, I kinda took a pill and turned into a Hucow so I could write my story from first-hand experience." He appeared to think about my plight for a few moments as his eyes ravished my body. I just hoped that he would accept me and not turn me out into the "normal" world where I'd be laughed at and scorned. If he allowed me to stay, I would drop my investigation and join his farm.

  "Well, we do have a few openings..."

  I started to breath a sigh of relief, but his next words cut that off.

  "However, we have many girls who want to join our operation. What makes you special?"

  I thought about his words for a moment, but realized that I didn't know what made me stand out from the other girls. "I don't know, sir. What are you looking for?"

  "There are two things a Hucow needs." He paused and walked around the room absently. "First, they need to produce a steady supply of milk." He waved a hand in my direction. "I'm sure you've got that covered."

  When he didn't continue, I prodded him. "Second?"

  He turned to me and stared right into my soul. "They need to be made compliant."

  For some reason I shivered violently when he said that. It wasn't his words that shook me, it was the way he emphasized 'made.' "Sir?" I asked. "I am fully compliant with --"

  "No!" He pounded his fist on the table, shaking his laptop. "There is a special...process that one must go through before being allowed to work here."

  "Process?" I wondered what this process was. I felt more milk leak unbidden down between my breasts and stomach, mingling with my wetness.

  "Yes. To put it bluntly, you must get the approval of every farmhand on the farm. Every. Last. One." He sat back down and pointed to the door. "Come back when you've accomplished that."

  I walked out the door num
bly, milk trailing on the floor behind me. I wanted to ask him a thousand questions, but couldn't find the courage to speak a word. I felt as though I'd just been paddled by the principal.

  With tears in my eyes I sought out the only person I knew who could help me: John.

  "Whoa there, Missy! What's the problem? Why the tears?" He caught me as I ran to him, inadvertently smearing him with my milk.

  "He wants me to..." I couldn't say it. I buried my head in his chest and cried until I was all cried out. He just held me and stroked my hair.

  When I was finished crying, I looked up at him, wiped my tears from my eyes and told him what the boss man had said.

  "That's easy enough," he said as he led me outside to the stalls.

  "Really?" I sniffled and walked fast to keep up.

  "Yeah, including me there's only five of us. Each one will want something different from you." He pointed to a nice-looking, fresh-faced, couldn't have been more than nine-teen stable hand. "Dave here will be more than happy to take care of you. Won't you, Dave?"

  Dave turned and leered at us, glancing up and down my body.

  "See. Now be a good girl and go to him. There's no time to lose." John started to leave, but I grabbed on to his shirt.

  "Wait!"

  "Come get me when you've gotten Dave's approval," John said with a twinkle in his eye and left.

  I turned back to Dave sheepishly, feeling both shy and foolish. "Uh, hi?" I said, sticking out my hand.

  Instead of shaking it, he kissed it, sending shivers up my spine. "What are you doing?" I giggled and pulled my hand away.

  "You're a very lovely lady," he said, taking off his hat and bowing deep. "Listen, I was just getting ready to take a break. Why don't you join me." He swept his hat in front of him.

  On the way to wherever he was taking me, I explained to him what the boss-man had said. That he wanted me to get the approval of every man on the farm.

  "Ah!" His face lit up. "That must mean he really likes you."

  "Really?" I asked, turning to him. "Why's that?"