by Bessie Hucow
"But..." As soon as my breasts were exposed to his gaze, I relaxed and let go. The truth was, I had a very powerful urge telling me to mate with him. I wanted him in ways that I didn't even want my husband. The fact that he was black was just the icing on the cake.
"Shh..." He placed a finger on my lips and knelt down, pressing his face into my aching milk-bags. Oh God, I needed him closer! I pulled his head to my chest and let the milk dribble all over his face. He rubbed himself all over, kissing my fleshy breasts until he finally slipped my dark, thick nipple in-between his greedy lips.
"Oh fuck!" I shouted as sensations that I'd never felt before coursed through my body. It seemed like there was a straight line from my nipple to my pussy and I felt wetness flood out onto my panties. He sucked me for several moments, drinking every last drop of my breast milk before turning to my other one.
"Suck it, please!" I begged. I needed to feel his lips against my aching teat. He latched on and began rubbing and milking my other breast at the same time. I was surprised that there was still any milk in there, but it seemed just as full as when he started drinking it. A flood of pussy juices shot out of my pussy and enveloped my lips and folds, running into my panties and even down my legs. How on earth was he making me this horny? Was it just because I was cheating on my husband?
"Let's see what you've got," he said as he let go of my needy tit and began undressing me. He took my pumps off, then my pants, socks and finally my panties. "Wow, you're really horny!" he said as he pressed his mouth to my pussy lips covered by the pink lacy panties.
My eyes went wide when he began to eat me out right through the fabric. My God, even my husband had never been that bold. I took a hold of his head and grinded my pussy into his mouth over and over until I felt a shock-wave well up inside me which exploded all over my panties and his face.
He looked up at me, smiling as he very slowly pulled my sopping wet panties down to my ankles.
"Suck it!" I commanded him as I grabbed my breasts and began squirting hot, delicious mother's milk down at him. At first, my panties were so sticky with my woman cum that they clung precipitously to my lips. But, with a bit of effort, he was able to get them off.
I blushed furiously as he whistled his appreciation when he got a look at my clean-shaved snatch.
"You really like?" I asked as he inhaled my aroma.
"Fuck yeah!" he said and commenced stuffing his face into my completely wet pussy. He smeared my juices all over his face and I laughed as he came up for air and looked up at me, smiling. Then he dove back down into my honey-pot.
"There's one other thing you should be aware of," he said as he worked his magic on my poor, helpless, fertile pussy.
"What's that?" I asked, breathless as I felt his tongue dance all over my nether regions. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have another man kiss and lick me down there. Maybe cheating wasn't the worst thing in the world.
I was startled when his big, black hand came down hard upon my ass, causing me to cry out. "Ow! What was that for?"
"All cows must be punished," he said, bringing his cum-soaked face to my lips as he urged me to clean it off him.
"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Who did he think he was?
"Cows are submissive to their bulls," he explained, smearing my own sex juices all over my lips. I tasted my own cum for the first time and was excited about it. I'd never tasted my own scent before - smelled it, yes - but never tasted it. It was both sweet and musky at the same time and it served to only make me hornier.
"You've got to be kidding me," I said, licking my juices from his face. The fight had gone out of me and I was beginning to realize deep down inside that he was right. I was his cow and would do whatever he said.
"You will obey me!" his voice rose and his hand came down upon my ass over and over again, leaving it sore and stinging.
I hung my head, realizing that I was, indeed, his Hucow to command as he pleased. "Yes, master."
"Good," he said as his hand lingered on my reddened ass. "I want you to suck my cock until I tell you to stop."
I slid to my knees and did what he said, pulling his pants down to the ground, which he stepped out of. "God!" I exclaimed, putting my hand to my mouth. "You're so big!" I looked up into his gleaming eyes, wondering how in the hell I was supposed to take something that big into my mouth - or anywhere else for that matter. "You don't really expect me--"
"Suck it!" I was cut off and I heard the sound before I felt the sting on my cheek.
"Yes, master," I said meekly as I began fondling his balls in one hand as I pulled his dick taut in preparation for my mouth. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes as I slowly slid my lips down over his huge fucking black cock.
I had to stretch my jaw wider than I ever had, just to get the head in my mouth, but once I'd done that it wasn't that much harder to slide him down my throat. Of course I was only able to get him in about a third of the way.
He suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed me down past my comfort zone and I pulled back, choking and coughing. A second to catch my breath was all he allowed before pushing me back down his massive shaft - each time further and further until I was taking him all the way down my throat. I had absolutely no idea how in the world I had gotten his cock that deep inside my mouth.
"Suck it! Bring me to the edge of orgasm!"
I did my best to work my magic on his dick. It'd been awhile since I'd sucked my husband's cock, so I was sorely out of practice, but I quickly got into the swing of it. As I sucked on his huge monstrosity, he leaned over and began fondling my tits, slapping the nipples and sending milk spraying everywhere. My cries were muffled by the cock embedded deep in my throat.
After several minutes of sucking his big, black dick, he pulled me to my feet and directed me to the bed.
"What do you say to your master?" he asked as I laid on my back, spreading my legs and showing him my ultra-wet, pink pussy for his greedy eyes.
"Please, master! Knock me up! I need you to dump your dominant seed into my fertile, unprotected womb. Please?"
He was on top of me in a flash and I felt his massive, slicked-up beast of a cock press right at my small, tight pussy. My husband wasn't particularly well-endowed, so I never had to worry about taking anything larger than my dildo. But Charles - oh my God! He was massive. I was certain that he wasn't going to be able to fit it inside me.
"Moo like a cow!" He said, slapping me across the face.
The second I started mooing, he slammed his huge cock deep inside my poor pussy. I screamed out, but it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest. I opened my legs wide to his dominant will, knowing that I would do anything for him.
After the initial shock, I felt stirrings deep inside my belly. Fertile stirrings. I wanted a baby. I didn't care if it was his or my husband's or even the next-door neighbor's. I just wanted to feel a baby inside my belly.
As he fucked me hard and without protection, he played with my large, milky breasts. They were the only things large on my body. I'd always had a disproportionate breast size and had gotten a lot of teasing through the years over it. But now they seemed to come in handy.
He squeezed and milked my breasts, pinching my nipples and making me cum over and over from his rough ministrations. When he began sucking one, I felt another orgasm build up inside my fertile body and I came so hard that I nearly knocked him off.
He worked his big, black cock in and out of my small, delicate pussy. First, he'd pull all the way out and then pound it back in until he bottomed out. He kept this up for several minutes as my body bounced on the bed over and over with each of his forceful thrusts. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him on the lips, tasting my own mother's milk.
"Please dump your seed in me. I want your baby!" I still couldn't believe I was saying these words, but my hormones seemed to be talking for me. It was a physical, aching need. I just wanted someone's sperm to be pumped into me. I needed it more than I had ever needed anyt
hing in my life.
Charles began grunting and his pounding grew even more forceful. I knew my pussy would never be the same. I wondered briefly if my husband would notice, but then I remembered that we hadn't had sex in so long he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"Spray your hot, dominant cum in my fertile womb!" I cried out as I dug my nails into his back, leaving red marks. He pounded me until I was nearly out of it.
Then he grunted loudly and slammed his monster dick deeper inside me than he'd ever been before and held it there. He pressed his lips to mine savagely and pinned my arms to my side.
I was completely helpless as I felt his cock-head and shaft grow inside my fertile cunt. This was it! He was going to spray his dominant, potent seed into my aching, needy womb and knock a baby up in me.
I held his gaze and nodded as he let loose with his built-up torrent of man-cum. Shot after ropey shot spurted deep inside my cervix, coating every ounce of my lady parts. With this one act, he had claimed me as his. I knew that I would never want my husband again. I wanted my master. I wanted Charles.
His cock must've spurted for several minutes - or at least it felt like that - until it was finally empty and spent; all of his precious seed now safely in my belly. With one final thrust, he pushed up inside my flooded cervix and spurted one last ounce of his liquid gold into me.
Just as I was about to relax, the lights flicked on and the director said, "That's a wrap. Good work, guys!"
"What? What's going on?" I asked, rubbing the light from my eyes.
"You were great, honey," Charles said, smiling as he slid out of me, his cock still impossibly huge.
"What?" My post-coitus brain wouldn't let me think straight. All I wanted to do was roll over and go to sleep.
"You're a star now, cow."
"A star?"
"Yeah, look around you."
That was when I noticed all the cameras planted around the room. "You mean?"
"Yup! Come back tomorrow for another shoot."
As I dressed and left, I smiled as everyone was following me around on all fours and mooing. This was such a silly place, but I think I liked it. Now, what to tell the hubby.
*****
"So, did you get the part?" my husband asked, still reading his damnable newspaper.
"Oh, I got the part all right," I said as I massaged my aching, milky breasts. "But that's not all I got."
"That's good, dear," he mumbled from the living room.
He had no idea how good.
Two Hucows, One Pail
Nikita Storm
I really don't know what I was thinking when I ordered those pills. I mean, come on - a Hucow? Yeah, I thought it'd be a fun little party joke. Well, I guess the joke's on me, isn't it? I can't blame it on the dare, but dammit, I should've known. Now all I could do was hope and pray that this would all wear off and everything would go back to normal.
Although I didn't see how. I looked in the mirror and saw a very beautiful woman with long, brown hair, green eyes and a cute smile. Oh and now I've got these fucking huge, leaky breasts.
Of course after a lifetime of crying and wishing every night to wake up to big boobs, this was a bittersweet feeling. On the one hand I loved the feel of my new, massive breasts. They were so soft and tender to the touch. I could literally cum to them.
On the other hand I could feel some huge, hormonal changes occurring inside me. Not only were my breasts leaking constantly, but they were always under pressure as though if I pressed on them too hard, they'd pop and squirt milk everywhere. And if I didn't express them every couple of hours they'd ache.
I noticed some other changes as well. Looking myself over in the mirror, I could tell a definite change in body shape - I actually had hips now. Every time I checked - it seemed - my body had morphed, giving me more of an hour-glass figure. Not only that, but something deep down inside me told me that I was fertile and needed to find someone to knock me up.
That was startling as I'd never been with a man before and really hadn't wanted to. But now...now I felt compelled to seek one out. It was an emotional ache deep inside me.
That's when I decided to call the Hucow Hotline. Don't judge. Yes, there is a Hucow Hotline. That's how I ended up at Ace's Dairy Farm - which conveniently was only a few miles from my house.
I just got tired of having to stand in front of the bathroom sink and express myself every couple of hours. If this had kept up, I was going to have to buy some pumps and a milk bucket. I was starting to feel like a fucking cow.
When I parked my car in the barn's parking lot, I had to do a double take. This place was massive! The farm - from what I could tell - was well-maintained and there were real cows, horses, goats and chickens all over the place.
The dairy farm welcomed me in with open arms. It seems that many women were taking these pills thinking that it'll change their lives. Like me. They were right, but not in the way they were thinking.
So, anyway, these Hucow girls brought me into their home, made me feel comfortable and set me up on a milking schedule. No one really seemed to know where the milk went, they were all just glad to be rid of it. The first night, I was invited to another Hucow's room and we had a milk fight.
Imagine a roomful of hot, horny women, naked and pumping their tits in every direction, spraying their milk all over the place. It was the first time that I felt that I didn't have some kind of disability, but just a weird hormonal imbalance.
Once the "fight" was over, we all took turns suckling each other's breasts. It was very intimate and sexual. I had never before had anyone even touch my breast and when Marsha leaned over and took one of my engorged teats into her mouth, I nearly died.
"Ooh!" I moaned as I felt her hot lips encase my very sensitive, fat nipple. Instantly, my pussy was soaked with my fertile juices. I had no idea that I could feel so much pleasure. She used her other hand to massage my other aching breast, spraying even more milk around the room.
The sounds of suckling and moaning were the only sounds that could be heard. I returned the favor and suckled Marsha's breasts. As soon as my mouth covered her nipple, I felt a rush of warm, pleasant liquid hit the back of my throat. The flow was strong and my first thought was to pull back, but she somehow knew what I was thinking and placed a gentle hand on the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her milky pillow.
"You must be scared," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair. I nodded and snuggled up closer to her. I could feel her motherly warmth and I wanted to stay there for as long as I could.
I must've fallen asleep there in her arms as a few hours later, slats of morning sun struck my eyes. Her nipple was still in my mouth, but the milk was leaking all over everything. I couldn't believe that she had laid there with me as I nursed on her. I figured that she was someone that I wanted to be around.
I woke her up and we both laughed about falling asleep intertwined together. She suggested that I take a quick shower and to meet her in the mess hall for breakfast.
"Oh, and bring your own milk!" she smiled as I gathered my things and headed to my room.
*****
A couple of days after my first night there, I fell into a routine. I shadowed the older Marsha whenever I could. I figured that since she'd been here the longest that she would be the best teacher. I was right. However, the morning after the milk fight I was awoken by the sounds of running and shouting and pounding on the doors.
"What's going on?" I asked, poking my head out of the door.
"Hurry, there's a meeting in the barn. Boss is coming!" One of the girls informed me as they zipped past me.
"Boss?" I asked, bewildered.
"Come, this is important," Marsha grabbed me by the wrist and led me to the milking barn.
"Why? What's going on?" I asked, confusion on my face.
Her face went pale and she took a deep breath and sighed. "With all the new recruits, there are too many Hucows on the farm."
"So, what does that mea
n?" I asked, trying to match her stride.
"It means." She stopped and looked me in the eyes. "That someone's going to get voted off the island."
I stared at her for longer than it should have taken to register what she was saying. "You mean that --" She nodded. "That's awful!" I began to hyperventilate, but with her help got myself back under control.
"How do they choose who has to leave?"
She began walking again, this time a little slower. "Milk production." She looked at me and shrugged as if to say 'it is, what it is.'
I was shivering as we stepped from the warmth of the house to the cold barn. Everyone was gathered around some cowboy and since we were the last ones in, as soon as we made our way into the crowd, they shut the barn doors and the cowboy began to speak.
"Who is that?" I whispered to my new friend.
"That's Ace "The Heart-breaker" Stevens. He's the owner of the farm. I've been here for ten years and have only seen him here a handful of times. Usually when he comes around it's not good news. Otherwise he just leaves us girls to our devices and ships the milk off to God knows where."
"As you all know," the good-looking cowboy drawled, "there have been a handful of new, fresh faces that have joined our little family." He nodded to the three of us new girls and I nearly swooned as his blue eyes locked onto mine for just a heartbeat.
He was extremely hot. Under his stetson, he sported blond, crew-cut hair, blue eyes and I could see a couple of tattoos on his arms. Speaking of arms, he had some guns under his shirt.
"He's hot, isn't he?" Marsha said, smiling. I could tell she was practically creaming herself.
"Fuck yeah!" I imagined taking off his clothes and all the things I'd like to do to him.
"But we have some trouble in paradise, girls." He tipped his stetson and looked down to the ground. "We need to regretfully let one of you hot ladies go." There was a murmur in the crowd as everyone began to look at each other. I wondered who they were going to send home.
