40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  I shivered as I thought about it being me. What would I do if they sent me packing? I had no where to go and with my "special" needs I couldn't possibly do it alone.

  "But--" he said suddenly, causing everyone to become instantly quiet. "We're going to do this right. Some of you may be aware, but Hucow milk is sold to both scientists and athletes alike and is used all over the world. Now I know that we don't pay you girls by the quart or anything, you all get the same monthly check, plus room and board. But --" he held up his hand, "I know there's always a but." Some girls tittered at his joke.

  "But to earn your keep everyone here has to pitch in. That means that if you're not producing enough milk, you're a liability. Sure, we can carry some along, but we're all in this together." He took a deep breath and looked around at the sea of concerned faces.

  "So, with that in mind," he lifted his stetson and scratched his head. "We're going to have a contest to see who can produce the most milk. The winner gets a night with me."

  I stepped forward tentatively and raised my hand. "What about the loser?"

  He sighed and looked down to the ground. "The loser is sent home." He perked up. "But, we're going to have prizes for fastest flow and tastiest milk."

  *****

  At first the mood was somber, but as the girls got into it things quickly heated up and the competition became fierce. It seemed that everyone was gunning for first place so that they could get into Ace's jeans. I was so nervous that my milk was leaking all over the place and I hoped that wasn't going to come back and bite me.

  When it was our turn, they took Marsha and I into a room where it was just the two of us with Ace as the judge. Marsha was chosen to go first and she pumped her breasts as furiously as she could, but she just couldn't get much out of them.

  I feared that she was going to be the one to get kicked out. Shit, it was all my fault, wasn't it? If I hadn't drained her dry last night she'd have been able to pump enough to at least stay in the competition.

  When it came my turn, I was so nervous that I had a hard time even getting my flow to start. That was when she came up behind me and placed her hands on mine and showed me the correct way to express myself.

  Once she did that a literal torrent of milk poured out of my tight, aching breasts and it was all I could do to keep the flow straight into the milk pail. The fact that they had to quickly get a second pail told me that I was going to be the winner as no one else had filled the pail in the allotted time.

  With two pails full of my milk in his hands, he held them up for everyone to see and proclaimed me the winner. I wasn't sure how I felt about that as I realized that I only won because of her.

  When asked who the loser was, he said that it would be dealt with discreetly. After he said that, I saw Marsha turn and walk out of the room with a tear in her eye. I knew I had to do something.

  *****

  That night, Ace came into my room and asked me if I was ready. Boy was I ever! I'd been fantasizing about his hot body all day and it was all I could do to think straight. I thought about all the things that I wanted to do with him. I had never been with a man before so this was something new and exciting and with my belly fertile and my womb aching for a baby, maybe he was just the one to knock me up and scratch this itch.

  I nodded and he shut and locked my door. "I haven't seen you around before. I assume you're one of the new girls," he said with a disarming smile.

  I was so wound up that I could do nothing but nod.

  He laughed. "A woman of few words. I like that." He moved toward me and his touch sent chills up my naked spine. "Well, to be fair, I'm kind of glad you won."

  "Why...why's that?" I stuttered as my face flushed from embarrassment.

  "Because you're the hottest Hucow on the farm." He caressed my body, starting with my belly and working his way down to my hips and then back up to my leaky breasts.

  "You're just saying that." I looked at the floor.

  "No, really," he said as he gently pulled my chin up and bade me to look in his eyes. "You may not know it, but you're extremely hot." In what felt like slow-motion, he pulled my lips to his and pressed them together. Fire grew in my belly as I realized that I was kissing a man for the first time.

  "I can't..." I said, pulling away and looking down shyly.

  "Why not?" He stepped closer and brushed the back of his strong, masculine hand against my cheek.

  "Because I've never..." I couldn't bring myself to say it.

  His eyes lit up and his smile grew wider. "You mean you're a virgin?"

  I nodded. My eyes were studying my feet, but I couldn't help notice something move in his jeans. Did I just excite him? Hell, I didn't even know what a real, live cock looked like.

  "There's no shame in that," he said as he pulled me hard toward him and kissed me forcefully on the lips. I was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor.

  "Please..." I begged him, "go slow."

  He laughed. "I won't go slow, but I will be gentle when I pop your cherry."

  Damn, he made it sound like some kind of conquest or something. I always envisioned my first time to be romantic, but I guess once you hit twenty you take what you can get. "Thank you!"

  He moved his hands all over my body, feeling every place he could reach. He touched my back, my ass, his fingers tickled my sides and then he paid special attention to my milk-filled mammaries.

  "You really squirted a lot of milk this morning. I figure a cow like you is worth her weight in gold. I'm going to raise your pay, but don't say anything to the other cows, now, ya hear?"

  I nodded as I watched him take off his stetson, unbutton his shirt, pull off his boots and slip out of his jeans. All he had left on was his underwear. And a smile.

  My God, he was hot! My eyes roved over his beautiful, muscular body. It was obvious that he kept himself in great shape. I didn't know if he was a real cowboy or if he just spent a lot of time at the gym and dressed up as one, but whatever he was, he set my ovaries on fire.

  I watched in awe as he began to pull his underwear down slowly. My knees buckled and I had to steady myself as his massive cock was revealed to me. Oh my God, I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees and touch it and fawn over it. I'd watched a few videos, so I thought I could give him some pleasure.

  "Snap out of it, cow!" he commanded and I felt my attention being drawn back to reality. He stepped forward and crushed me to him. My breasts were pressed right up against his muscular chest and I thought I was going to die right then and there. Wetness seeped from inside me, slipping out of my pussy and running down my legs. I couldn't help myself any longer - I had to have him.

  I ran my hands all over his beautiful, muscular body, marveling in his strength and vitality. I had never been this close to a man before and I was trying to take everything in all at once.

  I inhaled his musky after-shave and grabbed on to his pecs. I laughed as he flexed them and felt them move under my hands. Then I wrapped my arms around his back and kissed him all over his face. My hormones that had been caged up for my entire life had been released and this hunk of a cowboy was the beneficiary.

  "Ow!" I cried out as I felt a stinging slap on my ass. Another one followed and I looked up at him to see if he was angry at me. Maybe I'd overstepped my bounds or something, but he was smiling. He was actually enjoying spanking me.

  "You're a bad cow!" he said as his hand came down hard again and again on my now-reddened and sore ass.

  "Yes master," I said, bowing my head. I don't know why I said that, but it just felt right. He was the man and completely in charge of my body. I would do whatever he said, go wherever he told me and think the thoughts he wanted me to think. I was his.

  "Suck it!" he demanded as he pushed me to my knees and shoved his massive cock into my face. "You do know how to please a man, don't you?"

  I was about to tell him that I didn't, but somehow I didn't think that was what he wanted to hear. "Yes, master. If it's your wish, I will please yo
u."

  He nodded curtly and leaned back against the wall as I stared lustfully at his massive organ. I didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse that my first cock happened to be one of the largest that I'd ever seen.

  Slowly, hesitantly, I opened my mouth and descended my lips over his purple, bulbous cock-head. I grasped his cock in my hands and pushed my lips down, taking a man inside my mouth for the first time.

  Like a bolt of lightning, my pussy tightened up and a powerful orgasm raced through my body, causing me to moan on his cock. I tried my best to think about what those women in the videos did. I needed to emulate them.

  Once his cock was fully lodged in my mouth, I began moving my tongue around, swirling it about his sensitive head. Every girl knew that the head of a man's cock is the most sensitive. I smiled inwardly as he began to moan at my ministrations.

  I pleased my master with my mouth, moving up and down his hardened, rubbery shaft until it felt like he was about to explode. That was when he lifted me up and laid me back on the bed. I was not a small woman and he carried me like I weighed next to nothing. Somehow I felt safe and secure in his arms. I didn't want to ever leave them.

  As soon as I was on the bed, he fell on top of me and began suckling my breasts with an urgency I'd never seen before. I cried out as his expert lips suctioned around my milky teats. I felt copious amounts of Hucow milk spray into and down his throat. He drank it greedily as though his life depended upon it. After a few moments, he switched to my other breast, drinking from that and spraying milk everywhere.

  With hardened eyes, he slowly made his way down my belly to my super-wet pussy. I instinctively spread my creamy thighs open for his perusal. Even though I'd been naked the entire time I'd been here, I suddenly felt exposed to his wanton gaze. Suddenly I felt insecure. Did he like what he saw? Was I good enough for him?

  With slow fingers, he explored every inch of my pussy, running his hands all over my folds, causing me to buck and moan. I needed to feel him in me. I couldn't hold back much longer. He spread my lovely petals apart and peered inside my cave. I wondered suddenly if he could see my hymen.

  "Is there...something wrong?" I finally got up the courage to ask him. My voice was hoarse with lust and I was shaking with both need and trepidation.

  "Not at all," he drawled. "You've got the most striking pink pussy that I've ever seen." He went back to playing with my pussy before finally descending upon it with his lips.

  If I thought him touching it was exciting, this was off the charts! I couldn't contain my emotions any longer and my cries reverberated around the room. I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him in closer to my snatch. His tongue licked all around my folds, lapping up my copious juices before diving into my tunnel. He flicked his tongue in and out, tasting my cum and sending me into outer space. But when he gently placed his lips over my nubbin, my head exploded and I saw stars.

  "Oh my God, whatever you're doing, don't stop!" I implored him with my deep, husky, lust-filled voice. He obeyed and continued to assault my clit, lashing it with his tongue as though it had been a naughty girl, all the while he pressed his finger in and out of my untouched pussy.

  Orgasms came and went and after several more moments of his probing fingers and hot tongue, I was ready for him.

  "I want your baby!" I cried out, pulling him on top of me. I couldn't stand it any more. I needed to feel his big, fat cock deep inside me. I wanted to know what it was like to mate with a man and have him blow his load in my fertile, ovulating cunt.

  He slapped me across the face as he positioned his steel-hard rod directly at my entrance. I could feel the pulsing of it as he slowly slid it inside my slick tunnel. I tensed automatically and he whispered for me to relax. When I did, he slowly pushed in, kissing me all over my face and neck and I released his cock from my death-grip and he started moving it in and out, not pushing past my cherry.

  I mewled in his ear, telling him that I was ready to take him. I wanted to join the non-virgin club and he was oh-so-close to taking me there.

  I felt his hard, throbbing cock push against my virgin hymen insistently. I knew it was going to hurt a little, but at that point I didn't care. I just knew that I needed to feel him all the way inside me.

  "Do it! Push past my cherry and take me! I want to feel your dominant seed inside my fertile cunt!" I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist. It felt so dirty using those words, but yet so freeing.

  He leaned forward and placed his hands around either side of my face. "You sure? It's going to hurt a bit."

  I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I was so jacked up on hormones that it was a wonder I could think at all.

  "Here," he handed me my pillow, "bite down on this."

  I did as he said and without another word, he pulled back his cock and slammed it into me. I would rather have him do it quickly like that and get it over with than spread the pain out longer. I screamed into the pillow and was suddenly grateful that he'd had the foresight to hand it to me. It was obvious this wasn't his first rodeo.

  He stopped his momentum and waited for my pussy walls to ease up on his huge cock. I wondered what it felt like to have your cock squeezed so tightly like that. Probably pretty good, I guessed. Once I was relaxed enough, he wiped the tears away with his thumb and began gently moving his cock in and out of me.

  After several minutes of that, my libido had resurfaced and I was back to wanting him to spray his seed deep inside me. His thrusts, which had started out as small movements, now became more exaggerated and insistent and soon he was pounding me like I was some kind of two-dollar whore.

  Each thrust caused my breasts to jiggle and milk to fly off. A puddle was quickly forming on my belly and he leaned down and slurped it up. I don't know what it was about that act, but it sent me over the edge and my orgasm ripped through me, causing every muscle in my body to stiffen.

  "Cum in my fertile womb!" I panted when I had come down enough to be able to think, let alone speak. "Knock me up with your dominant, potent cowboy seed!" My legs locked hard around him and I pulled him into me as deeply as I could possibly get him. I wanted to hold on to him and never let him go.

  "Your wish is my command," he said, smiling mischievously. That was when I felt his shaft swell inside me. Oh God, I thought he was big before - with his swollen shaft he filled me so completely that I didn't think I could take any more.

  I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight in a bear-hug. I ran my hands all over his muscles, feeling them ripple under my fingers as he strained with his impending orgasm.

  He grunted loudly and then sank his thick cock deep inside my quivering, fertile womb and held it there until I felt the tip of his cock explode with his dominant man-cum deep inside my belly.

  "Thank you!" I whispered in his ear as I felt his cum pelt my cervix. I swear with my hormones in over-drive I could feel his cum racing toward my egg. I kissed him on the lips as I realized that I was soon going to be pregnant and he was the reason.

  Over and over his cock shot thick ropes of potent seed into my fertile, unprotected womb. I had finally popped my cherry and I was going to be pregnant - all at the same time.

  *****

  For several minutes he lie on top of me. We were both too sweaty and exhausted to move. Then I remembered Marsha.

  "While I have your ear, I wanted to talk to you about something."

  "Anything..." he said, kissing me and trailing down to my breasts. I laughed as he grabbed a hold of one of my milky teats and began drinking from it.

  "I don't want you to kick Marsha out." I held my breath as he stopped sucking and slowly looked up at me, his eyes suddenly hardening.

  "I really don't have --"

  I put a finger to his lips. Suddenly a brilliant idea came to my mind. "You said you were going to give me a raise, right?"

  "Yes, but--" I kissed away his objections.

  "I want you to give Marsha half my salary." There, I'd said it. I held my breat
h and waited for the other shoe to drop.

  He looked at me, stunned. "Why would you do that?"

  I took a deep breath. "She's my friend. And if it wasn't for her comforting me with her milk last night, she wouldn't have been dried up." Tears started streaming down my cheeks as I thought about life without her. I'd only known her a couple of days, but right now she was all I had.

  "Please don't let her go." Then I made the biggest ultimatum. "If she goes, I go." I don't know where that came from or where I got the stones to say that, but I hoped that it would work.

  "You really want her to stay that bad?" he asked, obviously taken aback by the ferocity of my words.

  I nodded. "Yes. We girls are like family and she's the leader of our little group. It would destroy the morale of the others."

  He thought about my words for a moment as he pulled his cock out. Then he kissed me on the nose and smiled. "Sure," he said, "but see if you can help her get her milk production up."

  "Thank you!" I hugged him tightly and felt his cock begin to harden at my touch. "I see he's ready to go again..." I smiled and licked my lips, falling to my knees before he had a chance to answer.

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