Unprotected Zombie Dairy: A BDSM Menage

by Miranda Cougar

  Wrapping my lips around our wife’s clit, I nibbled at the tiny nub, channeling all my pent up sexual aggression into the challenge of making her cum. Her soft, almost pleading voice moaned above me as she kissed our other husband. I continued to nibble and lick as the sounds of their sloppy kisses echoed inside the intimate space of our playroom.

  With an explosive gush of cum, our beautiful wife’s pussy came all over my face. I continued to lick her through the intense orgasm, luxuriating in the silken sensation of her fragrant juices as they washed over my skin.

  My pussy throbbed around my Magnus as he rutted inside my spasming cunt, making me attempt to squirm with excitement.

  “That’s it. Come for me, beautiful. Come on my cock,” he demanded, giving me no other option but to obey his order as he whipped my exposed clit from side to side with the flat of his thick thumb. Pounding my free fists against the smooth vinyl bench below me, my pussy seized. Breathlessly, I came hard on our husband’s cock, even as Magnus pounded more brutally into my already overwhelmed cunt.

  I felt my mouth stretch open wide in pleasure then snap shut when forced into the throws of even greater ecstasy. With one swift flick of his thumb, Magnus wiped away the line of drool trailing from my now barely parted lips. I clenched then unclenched my pussy willfully, wanting to make my husband shoot bountiful amounts of his hot sticky seed inside my womb. Deliberately, I felt the pace of his deep fucking of my pussy slow.

  “Hold on gorgeous,” he crooned. “I’m not going to breed you just yet. Your other husband wants inside your beautiful body first.”

  I whimpered as Magnus switched modes and thrust shallowly inside my still sensitive cunt.

  “Pull out the lower bench so we can both enjoy our wife together,” Magnus interrupted Flavi’s loud slurping down of cream from our wife’s milky tits to issue the order. Much as I had when Magnus stopped fucking me deeply, Bella whimpered when Flavi ripped his mouth away from her breast and jumped off the play structure, making it vibrate. I began to flick my tongue against her slick pussy lips again to compensate her for the loss. She moaned.

  I wiggled my ass feeling an uncomfortable shaking beneath my back and buttocks as Flavi pulled out something from beneath the bench I was laying on. I heard snapping noises I imagined were fold out legs. Suddenly the bench stilled beneath me again. My heart filled with pride at the apparent ingenuity of our husband. Magnus had thought of everything when designing this play structure for all of our enjoyment.

  My brilliant brute Magnus repositioned himself so he was positioned higher on my body. I felt Bella’s body shake as she began giggling above me. “Oh, that tickles. No. Don’t stop kissing my belly. I like it. I like it a lot.” Bella’s pussy dripped sweet arousal as she squirmed on her seat above me, giggling like a schoolgirl.

  “Ready to get that sweet little ass fucked?” Flavi’s question both startled me and sent a new wave of arousal flowing through my body.

  “Yes,” I panted, while relaxing into the pleasure of my now genteel pussy fucking. To distract myself from the trauma of what I knew was coming, I dipped my tongue inside the opening of Bella’s slit, scooping her delicious juices inside my hungry mouth. And as expected, without warning, a cool glob of lube poured over my exposed rear entrance.

  “That’s it, baby. Clench and unclench that beautiful hole for me.” Flavi circled one finger over my tight asshole, spreading around the lubricant. “So beautiful,” he sighed as he pushed his stiff finger inside me, internally massaging my sensitive passage.

  The first few times he’d done this, I felt shame at being penetrated in such a dirty place. But, now I feel no shame, only pain and pleasure at my husband’s exploration of my dark cavern.

  My asshole felt lonely the moment our husband ripped his finger away from my tight hole. Eager to please him, I clenched then unclenched my passage in the exact way he likes. I enjoyed the tightening pull I felt in my flesh as I prepared my hole for penetration by the thick bulbous head of his cock. Although I could do without the initial shock of pain, I craved the full feeling his dick’s invasion of my tight channel brought. I wanted his thickness inside me. I needed the man who I’d loved for so long to penetrate me in the tightest, most intimate of places.

  First, I heard Flavi lower his body onto the vinyl bench just past my raised bottom. Then, I felt his long feet move up the bench I was laying on. His toes then calves slid up past my hips. Needing to touch him, I splayed my unbound hands at my sides and gripped the large, powerful backs of his thighs with my fingers. I squeezed, and felt the head of his cock push forward, gently parting the entrance of my exposed hole.

  “Do you want it?” he teased.

  “Yes. Please, give it to me,” I begged, every muscle in my body twitching with need.

  Flavi pressed inside me, and my throat released a whimpering squeal. I lifted my tongue, pressing its flat surface hard against the bloom of Bella’s pussy. My mind searched for distraction from pain and lapping at our wife’s delicious cunt proved to be a welcomed diversion. The invasion of Flavi’s massive cock inside my tiny entrance made my tight little hole want to clamp down hard. But, I resisted the urge to force him out. I wanted this, I reminded myself. I needed to feel our husband’s power thrust inside my body.

  Another whimper sounded weakly from my throat and I put its energy to tongue fucking Bella’s cunt with my tongue. Finally, I gripped our husband’s thighs and growled as Flavi forced his way deeper, stretching me and filling my tiny hole so full with his thick, hard cock.

  With my ass high in the air and Magnus now pummeling my pussy with his usual brutish enthusiasm, I froze in place. Unable to move, there was no way to ease Flavi’s deep penetration of my dark cavern. So, I just relaxed and gave myself over fully to the intense experience of being stuffed and stretched and fucked roughly by two enormous cocks. I luxuriated in their hard penetration of my two convulsing pleasure holes.

  “Divine, isn’t it?” Bella questioned.

  “Yes, heavenly,” I breathed into her slippery folds. Our two massive brutes owned my body in the most pleasurable ways. Sensations that were at first painful now burst inside my throbbing holes in powerful explosions of ecstasy. Bliss more heavenly than I had ever experience before, shot threw my nerve endings like a Fourth of July fireworks celebration. Friction burned pleasure into both my snug spasming channels, forcing my heart to thump against my chest.

  Magnus and Flavi’s cocks slid against one another inside me, separated only by a thin, silken sheet of flesh. The intense friction felt delicious and soon I was on the cusp of another orgasm. Judging by the strength of her moans, so was Bella. She shifted above me on her queening stool, positioning her clit right above my tongue and I knew she wanted me to concentrate on licking more pleasure into the throbbing nub. I flicked then sucked on the hard sensitive source of her bliss, giving her everything I had to give, demonstrating my deep love and gratitude for the gift of being able to pleasure her.

  This experience I was enjoying in our brand new playroom was pure ecstasy. The three people I loved most in the world fucking their love into me. I was being smothered and stuffed and stretched and penetrated more deeply than I had ever been in my entire life, and I fucking loved it.

  I loved my two husbands and I loved my wife. I loved the family we had created here on our sprawling farm. The bond between us was more intense and passionate than I ever imagined could be possible. This was pleasure. This was love. My mates had claimed both my soul and my body. And I had claimed theirs. This was our forever family. Because of the strength of love in our union, we four could never be parted. We were all bonded together as one—always and forever.

  “I love you,” Bella cried out as she came.

  “I love you,” our two brutes shouted in unison. Hot sprays of their sticky seed shot deep inside my pussy and asshole, breeding my unprotected womb hard.

  “I love you,” I cried into the folds of Bella’ sweet cunt as her hot cum gushed out from inside her.
While drinking down her delicious juices, I enjoyed the ticklish sensation of her tiny wavy blonde pussy hairs as they brushed over my nose and cheeks. Hungrily, I continued to lap at her divine opening.

  Thoroughly satisfied with my lot in life, I rested my head atop the queening stool pillow, licked my lips and sighed. In my foggy headed haze, my heavy eyelids flickered open and shut. Then, not entirely unexpectedly, the excess semen from my hard breeding dripped down my pussy and ass, sliding ticklishly between the cleft in my ass cheeks. As the uncomfortable sensation slid its way down my back, I reflexively clenched my eyes tight. When I could stand no more tickle torture, I yelled out for Flavi’s help.

  “Please, please, untie me, it tickles too much. I have to roll over and scratch my back.”

  “Sorry, no scratching allowed,” Flavi teased. “Seriously, my love, let me help you with that.”

  Flavi and Magnus each slipped their spent cocks from my body. They stood, rapidly unhooking my chained ankles, then slowly lowered my stiff legs to the flat bench. Handling my body as if it were a delicate porcelain doll that may shatter if handled too roughly, they both gingerly turned my small frame onto its side.

  While curled up in the most comforting, yet itchy fetal position of my life, Flavi raced behind me and knelt down. A zing jolted up my spine as I felt him flatten his long tongue against the curve in the small of my back. The pace of my heartbeat quickened. My heart slowed, surprised when the big brute behind me started to hum a tender love song.

  The big brute hummed the soft melody as he lovingly laved his smooth tongue over my cum drenched flesh. I am loved. I joined him in song and we both hummed the soulful melody together as my gentle lover cleansed me with his tongue, masterfully stroking away all my itchiness.

  “I love you, beautiful,” he promised between tastes of my skin.

  “I love you too,” I giggled, as my Flavi’s wicked tongue licked new torturous tickles into my goosebumped flesh.

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  Sweet Cream Island: Hucow Farm

  By Miranda Cougar

  Copyright © 2015 Miranda Cougar

  All rights reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story contains raw hot romance with graphically descriptive language. It is written for adults only.

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  “You’re mine – all mine,” Kale tipped my chin up with one swift flick of his finger. “Know this Aurora – I claim your delicious bounty as mine, and mine alone. I claim all of you to love, to keep safe, to cherish – and to pleasure for every day of the rest of our lives.”

  Young Aurora Silver is no stranger to loneliness.

  As an orphan from the wrong side of the galaxy, she’s suffered alone through more than her fair share of hard times. But now, for the first time in her memory, she has hope for a happy future.

  She’s been accepted for a position as an experimental hucow on an island farm. She’s finally leaving behind the flying ball of space junk she was born on to travel to the lush green planet of New Maui. Once there, she’ll work alongside four hundred other young women at the creamery and fertility clinic called The Farm.

  She’ll find that life on The Farm can sometimes be frustrating. But, Aurora has a determined heart and she’s willing to endure whatever trials she must to win what she wants most in life – a happy home and a loving family.

  Dr. Kale Craig, the handsome head physician at The Farm falls in love with the spirited Aurora at first sight. But, his unquenchable thirst to claim her as his own personal hucow pushes him to pursue her in ways that – shock even him.

  He’s her doctor and she’s his patient – she’s off limits.

  He can never claim her body or her love for himself – or can he?

  Sweet Island Cream is a novelette with an HEA. It’s a steamy romance and it’s written for adults only. Be warned – these pages contain graphically descriptive themes and adult language. If naughty & thirsty love offends you then please do not read this book.

  Chapter 1

  My daily visitor is here — spying on me again.

  Her tiny, bio-engineered camera is already buzzing around my bedroom.

  It’s on time. I’m the one who’s late. I’d better hurry up, strip off my pajama bottoms and jump into the shower before I disappoint my favorite voyeur.

  Aurora needs her morning fix of jilling off material. And I want, no I need her to know I’m the man she can rely on to help satisfy her daily cravings. My chiseled body is all the eye candy she’ll ever need to get her off.

  The last thing I want is for her to begin her day unsatisfied. She deserves to experience all the pleasure her body can handle. The Farm owes her that much. I owe her that much.

  On a purely personal level, I enjoy knowing the woman of my dreams starts her days watching me cleanse my naked body. Sometimes I even put on a sexy show for her while I’m in the shower. I do some dirty dancing and stroke myself, making my manhood grow long and hard for her viewing pleasure.

  But, I can’t be overtly sensual every day. It would be too risky. So, most days, I just take a quick shower and pretend like the mother of my secret children isn’t watching me bathe.

  Nix on the sexy stroking and playful strip tease this morning. Today I’ll take a short shower. I’m already late for my work in the medical offices of The Farm. My daily itinerary has been moved up by an hour. And I already have several patients waiting to see me before I attend my scheduled morning meeting with The Farm’s publicity department.

  I’ll miss stroking off in the shower for Aurora this morning. But, I know that by sacrificing this small moment of pleasure, I’m making the best choice for the both of us – actually for all four of us. I’m helping to secure a happy future for me, my future wife and our two children.

  I know in my heart, taking a quick non-sensual shower is the smartest course of action right now. I shouldn’t take my flirtations with Aurora too far. If I keep staring directly into her spy-camera while I bathe and brush my fingers down the hard angled lines of my body, she might catch on that I know about her secret fetish. I know she’s been secretly watching me shower every morning for the last five years of this medical experiment.

  I don’t know what she would do if she knew that I knew about her voyeuristic habits. She might break her Milkmaid contract, leave The Farm and go back to living on that metal ball of space junk she used to call her home. If she leaves, all our lives will be ruined. Hers, mine and both of our children. The children she knows I’ve given her, but doesn’t know I’ve fathered.

  There’s nothing illegal about what I’ve done – fathering her children. I promised to give her babies and I kept my word. I even inseminated her with volunteer seed, just like I said I would. I simply neglected to mention to her, or anyone else involved in the experiment that I was so taken with Aurora – no, so in love with her – that I substituted my own volunteered seed for the original random sample she was initially supposed to be inseminated with. Twice.

  I’m aware that my meticulously planned actions of impregnating her with my own life giving fluids were morally repugnant. But, I simply couldn’t allow any other man’s seed to take root in her womb. She’s mine. She’s the wife of my heart, although she’s not my legally wedded bride –at least, not yet.

  Just like Aurora craves my body, I crave her affection. I live for the affection and admiration of my beautiful, lusty, experimental hucow. It comforts me to hear the soft buzzing of her tiny fruit fly spy cam as it flutters around my bedroom each morning. I
t feeds my soul to know I’m the man she chooses to visit each day. I’m the man she desires. I’m the man she would choose to love, and let love her — if she was allowed to.

  It’s not her fault she’s so insatiably horny that she’s resorted to voyeurism. It’s the experimental hormones’ fault.

  Well, to be honest, the hormones she takes daily aren’t actually experimental. They are ancient formulas with well-known effects. Their first recorded use were on twenty-first-century earth hucow farms where they were employed to exploit women and turn them into milk producing, mentally feeble, sexually lascivious beasts.

  Their use was banned eight centuries ago and for good reason. But now we need the use of these powerful hormones again. We need them to help humanity wage battle against the plague of barrenness that’s sweeping the satellite colonies surrounding the eight terraformed planets.

  In addition to their renowned hucow effects, these powerful hormones cure female infertility. Transforming into a hucow is a small price to pay for the blessing of becoming a mother. Isn’t it?

  I just hope we don’t repeat the sins of the past with our current hucow fertility experiment. I hope we can use these hormones responsibly this time. I know there’s a way to solve our fertility problem without causing any harm to any more women. I’m sure the solution to the fertility crisis is right under our noses. We’ve just been looking for that solution in all the wrong places.

  For better or worse, it’s my duty as the Chief Medical Director of The Farm to make certain we find a cure for this crisis. And while finding a cure for infertility is vital, we must make sure that as scientists, we act reasonably and keep the unwanted side effects of these miracle fertility hormones to a bare minimum.