Unprotected Zombie Dairy: A BDSM Menage

by Miranda Cougar

  The story about Aurora being deported was all lies – just a hurtful rumor someone made up. Even on the beautiful islands of this planet of aloha people make up stories, tell half-truths and keep secrets. I suppose it’s the nature of some humans to deceive and the nature of others to tell the truth. I wonder what makes a person decide to do one or the other.

  Napua was the first of us to respond to Aurora’s plea to not be separated from her children.

  “No one will take your children away from you,” she clenched Aurora’s hand firmly as she bent down to kiss the white tips of her knuckles. “You and your children can live together wherever you’d like.”

  “Is that really true?” Tita responded before Aurora could speak. Her eyes narrowed, glaring hard at the government official.

  “Yes, what I just promised is correct,” Napua said. “I don’t know where you’ve gotten your inaccurate information from, but the New Maui government has every intention of keeping its promises to our Milkmaids. All of you ladies will be well taken care of after your contracts end.

  In fact, the government’s initial plan was to create a special honorary village near the ocean where all the former Milkmaids and their children could live in luxury and comfort for the rest of their lives.

  But, the planet’s other elders and I argued against it. We believe it’s important that each of you ladies have the right to forge your own path in life – to create your own happiness by living where and with whomever you want to.”

  Napua shot me a stern look. “Isn’t that right Kale?”

  In that instant, I knew Napua had discovered the truth. She had probably already known for years that Aurora’s children were also my children. But, now she was challenging me to reveal that secret truth to the woman I love.

  She was a wise and kind elder. She was giving me the opportunity to redeem myself. She knew it would be best for everyone involved if I was the one who spoke the truth about my wanting Aurora so badly that I’d resorted to hijacking her womb with my seed – twice.

  I’d wanted the beautiful, brilliant woman from the first day I’d met her. During her interview for her position as a Milkmaid, she had been so forthcoming, so remarkably honest in her expression of her reasons for wanting to be a part of the experiment.

  And ever since that first day, she has repeatedly blown me away with her persistent mental fortitude in the face of all of the indignities she’s been expected to submit to as a hucow and all the trials she’s endured in her journey to become a mother.

  Aurora Silver is a stellar woman. She’s a woman worth loving and being loved by.

  I lowered my head.

  I’d robbed her. I’d robbed her of choice.

  Instead of breeding her with integrity, I’d succumbed to the power of my lust and desire to own her body. I’d stolen her future.

  I’d robbed her of the chance to make the choice for herself of whether or not she wanted me to be the father her children.

  Instead of waiting for her Milkmaid contract to be over and then asking her to be the mother of my children like I should have, I’d stolen pieces of her and forever bonded them to pieces of me, creating our cherished daughter and then son.

  And although I thought I’d done a fine job of hiding my betrayal of trust, it turns out I’d actually done a rather sloppy job of keeping my misdeeds a secret. Napua and by extension the government must already know that I switched the sperm samples.

  As a man who aspires to one day become a loving husband and father to his family, it’s time for me to live up to my ideals and tell the truth. I’m determined to not only tell Aurora the truth about inseminating her with my seed. I’m determined to also tell her the truth about loving her. I love her. I want no more secrets between us. I have no excuse to hide my heart from the woman I love any longer.

  “I love you Aurora,” I said, refusing to hold back the strength of my feeling for her.

  “But, I’ve done something deceptive that I need you to know about.” Fear gripped my throat and I stuttered. “I—I –I,” I inhaled a deep breath. “I am—”

  “You’re the father of both Kalei and Makoa. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

  I jerked my head backward in shock.

  **

  He loves me.

  Kale Craig loves Aurora Silver. Dr. Craig loves – me.

  I wish I could feel my chest. I imagine my heart is drumming fiercely against my ribs I’m so happy.

  “How did you know I was the father of your, I mean, our children?” Kale asked me with glistening wide eyes and his palm pressed hard to his forehead.

  I scrunched my nose and shifted my lips to the side in disbelief. Was he serious? I would have had to have been a blind woman not to have noticed the physical resemblance between Kale and our two children.

  Wait. Perhaps my assessment of the situation was unfair. Few people had noticed the resemblance between our daughter Kalei and Kale. But, I’d spent so many hours examining Kale’s strong features during my voyeuristic activities that I’d immediately recognized his strength in Kalei’s face the moment she was born.

  It was different with our son Makoa. Kale and Makoa looked incredibly similar from the start. And they’d grow more and more alike in appearance each day.

  With my first pregnancy, I thought I’d just gotten lucky – fate had intervened and chosen Kale’s sperm sample to impregnate me. I’d taken it as a sign the two of us were meant to be bonded for life. I’d imagined it meant that someday my handsome doctor would become my future lover or possibly even my husband.

  Being medically examined, fondled and milked like a cow every day can be a demeaning process. In order to help me endure the indignities of my life as a hucow, my mind had given the process a deeper meaning. And the meaning it had chosen was: I was meant to be a mother, Kale was meant to be the father of my first child and we were destined for a loving future together.

  But, with my second pregnancy and the birth of our son Makoa, I knew that fate wasn’t at work. It was Dr. Kale Craig who was at work. He was slipping me his sperm, ensuring that every child I bore was his. And I was happy for it. I didn’t have to rely on fate to deliver me a happy future. I had a strong, brave man who was more than capable of doing the job himself.

  “How did you know?” Kale repeated his question. “How did you know I was the father of our children?”

  “How could I not?” I replied with continued genuine wonder that he had actually believed I hadn’t known. “Just look at our babies. Makoa is practically an exact copy of you, and Kalei looks like a cross between me and your mother Napua.”

  “She’s right, keikikane,” Napua spoke up. “All the elders know you are the father of Aurora’s children, and we are all eager for you, her and your two children to be bonded together as family.

  “Ke aloha,” Craig breathed and bent down to nuzzle his nose against mine.

  I don’t know what the words ‘ke aloha’ mean, but I know by the way Kale is clutching my cheeks in his strong, warm hands that they must mean something good, very good – and romantic.

  “Finally,” Tita cheered and bent down to hug us both. I had almost forgotten she was here. And I was happy she still was. The warmth of her hand on my shoulder, Napua’s hand on my wrist and Kale’s hands on my face soothed away all my fears about the future. This felt good. It felt good to be loved.

  Chapter 8

  My morning visitor is here — spying on me again.

  Her tiny, bio-engineered camera is already buzzing around our 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. Sh
e deserves to experience all the pleasure her body can handle. The Farm owes her that much. I owe her that much.

  After all, she helped us find the solution to the fertility crisis. Although it was an unexpected solution, the newly developed hormone combination has proven to be a more than satisfactory fertility cure – and marital aid. Now, every evening at bedtime, Aurora swallows her dose of Lacta-cure while I rub my dollop of Super-spurt on the underside of my full and heavy balls.

  On a purely personal level, I enjoy knowing my wife starts her days watching me cleanse my naked body. So, every morning I 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.

  “C’mon big boy, stroke it,” The newest feature of Aurora’s tiny spy-cam broadcasts her voice directly into the shower. The cave-like walls cause her playful, yet commanding tone to echo powerfully inside the wet room.

  “You know,” I tease her. “It’s not truly voyeurism if you announce yourself to the person you’re peeping on.”

  She chuckles.

  “You’re right, dirty boy.”

  The fruit fly spy-cam twirls upward and flies swiftly out of the room.

  I grasp my long, turgid manhood in both hands and stroke – waiting for what I know is about to come next.

  A rush of chilled air sweeps across my body as Aurora flings the wet room’s doors open.

  “Damn, you’re a sexy cowboy,” she moans as she strides closer.

  I shiver with need. My eyes flick down to her full, luscious bosom then raise back up to gaze into the intensity of her glimmering eyes.

  Feeling my thirst for my wife’s sweet cream overtake me, I suck my bottom lip inside my mouth to moisten it then sweep the tip of my tongue across my top lip to wet it as well.

  “Come closer, my mischievous milkmaid. It’s time for your morning milking.”

  “Don’t call me your milkmaid, call me your hucow,” Aurora growls as she steps forward and drops down to her knees in front of my throbbing erection. “Say it, cowboy. Tell me I’m your lusty hucow.”

  “No. No, no, no. You can’t tempt me so easily,” I say swinging my hips from side to side, wagging my erection in front of her lips. “If I speak those dirty, dirty words, we both know I’m gonna shoot my load all the way clear to the other side of this room. And neither of us wants that.”

  I wink.

  My wife purses her lips and winks back at me.

  “You’re right about that. I don’t want another one of your creamy loads splattering the shower floor, walls and ceiling. God knows I don’t want to have to clean up that mess again. I want—I want to make sure your cream lands somewhere—safe.”

  Aurora parts her moist lips and thrusts her head forward taking the full length of my shaft inside her mouth then throat in one forceful swallow. The slick inner curves of her cheeks and the vibrating undulations of her throat envelop my rod with intense heat and suction.

  “Oh, yes, yes, my love,” I press my palm hard to my forehead, my eyes clenching tight with the agony of my pleasure. “I love the way you milk me. Please cowgirl— milk my cock. Milk my cock of its creamy load.”

  She sucks hard then without warning, jerks her head back and allows my length to fall away from her lips.

  “Lay down on your back, right here on the shower floor,” she cups my balls in the palm of one hand and bounces them playfully as she issues her command. She’s torturing me, making me feel the painful, yet pleasurable stretch in my balls as they tumble over her fingers and land with a thud onto her soft palm.

  Too desperate for release to argue with her, I lower my body onto the shower floor. Sprays of water splash against my cheeks and into my eyes as the wet room’s twin water jets cover my body with their warm fluid.

  I slam my eyes shut to protect them from the relentless hard sprays of liquid. Then I feel my head spin. One of my wife’s soft, smooth hands is wrapping itself around the length of my cock and pumping. She’s sliding her fingers up and down and pressing the base of her palm into my sensitive flesh. Her expert handling of my shaft has my head dizzy with pleasure and my cock growing as hard and long as I think it’s ever stretched.

  I buck my hips upward in excitement.

  “Hold your horses cowboy,” my wife teases as she relinquishes her firm grip on my shaft and moves her hand to the top of my cockhead, brushing her palm swiftly over its sensitive tip.

  My cock jumps.

  “Don’t you dare blow your load, stud.”

  My balls tighten as her palm makes another quick pass over the already leaking head of my cock.

  “Your cowgirl wants to ride.”

  I tighten my thigh muscles trying my best not to spurt before she climbs on top of me. I know it’s a risky move, but I force my eyes open, not wanting to miss the view of what’s about to happen next.

  Aurora juts her hips forward and reaches down to rub one finger over the glistening wet surface of her clit for my viewing pleasure.

  “I want to ride my stallion – hard,” she cries out.

  “Yes, ride me hard,” I lift my head from the shower floor and wail, eager to place my future pleasure in the more than capable hands of my hot and horny wife.

  “Milk your stud’s cock – ride your stallion hard and unprotected!” I scream.

  Chapter 9

  Hard and unprotected?

  Damn it, why does my husband keep cracking jokes and screaming cheesy stuff like this during sex?

  He was never this goofy when he was my doctor. But now that he’s my man, he’s all smiles, giggles and laughs – even when we’re making love.

  Less than a second ago I was hot and bothered and eager to slam my already clenched and dripping wet pussy onto his hard, thick shaft.

  Now all I want to do is tumble down onto his chiseled chest, give him a big bear hug, and kiss his neck softly as I laugh into the angled lines of his powerful jaw.

  I feel the corners of my lips tug up into a playful grin.

  No – Don’t you laugh. Don’t you dare give him the satisfaction of crackling a smile.

  I suspect my husband just said something funny to distract me. He was about to blow his load, and instead of admitting it, his subconscious mind tried to stop me from slamming down onto his cock by making me burst into a fit of laughter.

  And while the current non-horny state of my va-jay-jay isn’t really his fault – he was just having fun with his wife– his funny statement dampened my sex drive – and not in a good way. My clit is now softer than a fluffy pillow. And it’s going to take plenty of naughty action to get me horny again and win me my first orgasm of the morning.

  Yep, giving in to some extra naughty fun is exactly what I need to get me off.

  “Don’t hold back buckaroo,” I give myself over to barking out silly commands while I lightly scrape the tips of my fingernails down the front of Kale’s chest. If my husband’s going to insist on saying funny things during sex, I need to get my body used to climaxing to the tune of pure goofiness.

  “C’mon cowpoke, give your cowgirl a big helping of hot creamy cum.”

  I twist the corners of my lips into a mischievous smirk, and wink as I reach back and hold my husband’s cock steady with my hand. 1 – 2—3, bounce. I spring my body up into the air and slam my pussy down hard on Kale’s cock. My inner walls stretch to accept his girth and I feel my clit tingle and throb as my arousal returns.

  “Yes…”

  His throat releases a guttural groan and I know I’ve got him ready to burst. A few more bounces is all it will take for him to explode and coat my womb with his massive creamy load.

  I spread my thighs wider to allow more of his length to slip inside my tight channel. Then eager to delight in even more pleasure, I reach my fingers down to rub pure bliss into my needy clit while gyrating my hips and grinding hard on my husband’s pelvis.

  Kale’s cock trembles and jerks inside my pussy, but he doesn’t release h
is load. He’s squinting because the shower water is splashing him in the face. But even through his narrowed vision, his determination not to climax too quickly shines through his dark, deep set brown eyes.

  My heart quivers inside my chest and my clit jumps up firm and tight against my finger.

  Wow. I’m impressed.

  I’m overcome with both love and lust for my husband. He’s denying himself his pleasure. He’s torturing his body by holding back a raging river of seed. And he’s doing it all for me – so I can enjoy the ecstasy of climax first.

  This isn’t the first time he’s put me first. But, I suppose it’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to notice his sacrifice and his powerful desire to please me. This is also the first time I’ve allowed myself to give my body and heart fully to my husband while letting go of the reservation, judgment and shame I’ve harbored about my lustful desire for him.

  For a long time, a secret part of me thought wanting my husband was wrong. I thought I was a bad person for feeling powerful hunger for his body. So, I held both my love and my lust for him back, afraid of my propensity to lose all control of both my physical and mental faculties whenever I was near him.

  But, what’s so wrong about a woman loving her husband so much that she’s willing to do whatever it takes to please both herself and him? Nothing. There’s nothing wrong with giving the man you love your all – and now I know it. I know that loving my husband feels good – and I want to keep feeling this good for the rest of my life.

  I truly love him. I love the strong, willful man who always does such a wonderful job of pleasing me and making sure I’m taken care of in every way that matters. And for the first time since we married over a year ago, I will tell him so.

  “I love you Kale.”

  I’m moved to say the words out loud for the first time while I ride his cock and my pussy’s tight inner walls spasm and convulse around him in ecstasy.

  I bend forward enhancing my bliss. With exhilaration, I shake my full and milky bosom over his chest. The climax of my passion has stimulated my breasts – my milk has begun to flow. Delighting in the knowledge that I’ve overcome all of my past reservations about loving my husband, I flip my long brown mane forward and howl in a fit of ecstasy as I feel beads of warm creamy milk form at the tips of both nipples.