Drink Me Dry (HuCow Megabundle)

by Faye Parker

  I wanted to tell him that it was fine, that he already blew my mind, but he was currently doing it, slamming that cock in me so deep and fast but still rubbing me tenderly against my sensitive grooves.

  The warmth grew inside me. There was an ache in my chest, but then that dissipated, and in its place came that erupting heat from inside my pussy. His firm balls pulsated against my ass.

  He pulled out just in time. His cum spurted and I caught it on my stomach. Finding some strength, I hopped onto my elbows and stuck my tongue out.

  “Take that cum, Abby. All of it.”

  I let him spill onto my tongue.

  Catching it, I swallowed in between his loads. I didn’t want to miss a single drop.

  I thought he would be satisfied. I thought he would drop, but he didn’t. That cowboy still smirked at me.

  “Hmm?”

  I didn’t know words at this point. I was just making noises.

  “Think we’re done? No. I see those big breasts of yours. I know there’s still something left for me, and I plan on taking it.”

  Rubbing his creamy cock in between my breasts, he then squeezed them together, putting his cock in a vice. He rubbed back and forth, fucking my breasts, until I was grinding again, humping, and trying to get off.

  That cowboy made me unbelievably horny. Just when I thought I was done, he pulled me back in.

  “Give me more milk, Abby.”

  When I didn’t release at once, he swayed his fingers over my pussy. His fingers dipped into my pussy and I jolted. The tiniest touch in there would have me trying to escape.

  “My nipples need to be sucked,” I told him.

  He continued to fuck my breasts. His long cock drove in between those huge mounds. My cowboy lover kept his eyes on that delicious sight. I couldn’t stop watching him do it as well. He was so hard. I thought for sure that after coming he would lose some of that horniness, but he didn’t let up.

  What he really wanted though, my milk, became apparent soon enough. He pulled his cock out of my cleavage, then he pinned me and put his lips to my tits. He kissed me on my nipples. Those kisses got me kicking, but he kept me down for my own good.

  “Clive, please, suck me. I can’t take it.”

  He couldn’t be that cruel. At that second, I didn’t think Clive was nice at all.

  But then he pulled my left nipple into his mouth. He used his teeth to grind it against, not a lot to cause pain, but enough to pull the milk out of me.

  He was nice then. He was way too nice.

  “Your milk is mine,” he groaned, and he flicked his tongue over my right tit as he twisted the left, increasing the friction at the same pace, doing what he knew would set me off.

  That cowboy could’ve had me milking minutes ago. He wanted me to build. He wanted me to climax as I milked.

  “Come for me,” he said, and he pushed two fingers inside my already widened pussy. His fingers hit my g-spot and rubbed, curling themselves, hitting that angle in a way that I didn’t think any man had the right to know. It was supposed to be our girlie secret.

  “I’m coming,” I screamed, and as I came to his awesome finger play, I squirted from my tits as well.

  For the second time, he was there and waiting to suck my milk. I flowed out onto his tongue. I wasn’t really there. I hardly remember it. That orgasm practically knocked me out.

  When I came down, Clive was licking his lips.

  He looked happy. He would have to be. He drained the largest breasts in the world. That title I could now say with pride after I met Clive.

  “Clive, you saved me again,” I said.

  His lips still sweet with my milk, he kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him to the bed, where he would have to stay and hold me for the rest of the night. It wasn’t a problem for him. He kept his hard cock against my ass and we slept well.

  When I woke early in the morning, it was only because the cowboy stirred. Of course he would get up early. His dick was still hard, and that scared me. I let out a little groan mid sleep by the fact that he was still that horny. I hoped he didn’t have a hard on the whole night. That seemed painful.

  “Did you sleep?” I asked. My vision was hazy and I could hardly tell what was happening. I was exhausted. It was an eventful day. I escaped my captor, I was saved, and then I was fucked and milked by Clive. If that all happened in one month I would still be overwhelmed.

  “Slept nicely, thanks to you,” he said, and he kissed me. That was sweet. For being so tough, that cowboy could be sweet when it counted.

  “What a good day,” he said, and he shrugged off sleep quicker than I expected anyone. He wasn’t human, was he? He looked out the window, and I opened my eyes wide, checking out his ass in the morning light. That was nice. I could keep waking up to that.

  But I wouldn’t, would I?

  What was going to happen to me now?

  Clive didn’t mention anything about me staying. I would need to leave.

  He turned from the window. His eyes dropped to my breasts. My nipples were pebbled and perky. But then his eyes crossed over to my eyes, and he read me, somehow he read me despite trying to keep it a secret.

  It was no secret now.

  “What am I going to do?” I asked.

  He gave me his usual confident, sly smirk. I wasn’t sure what it meant at this moment, until he told me, “You’re going to stay here.”

  “What?”

  We just met. I didn’t want to intrude. “I don’t want to be a charity case.”

  He dropped to the bed and took me by the back of the neck again, pulling me close to his lips. When I touched those safe lips, they told me that everything would be all right.

  “You’re going to be giving out the charity around here with milk like that,” he said with a chuckle. “Look, Abby, I wanted to take you in and I want you to stay. Please don’t make it difficult. Please, just say yes. I want you, you seem to want to stay here, and it should be no problem.”

  I perked up. The kiss already had me smiling, but his words had me overjoyed.

  “You’re nice,” I said.

  “I guess I am, but say that again once those men come and try to take you back. They’ll come, and when they come, I’m going to need you to hide in the back. I’ll take care of them.”

  I didn’t doubt that he would.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Hell, I’d love to. I was waiting for a bit of action around here. Glad you could bring it.”

  “I’ve never met anyone like you,” I said. My eyes were lost in his. He didn’t seem real to me again until I ran my fingers across his chest.

  “Likewise,” he said, and he stood tall. “I’ll make us some breakfast. Maybe I can have some milk with it?”

  “Sure,” I said. “I’ve got some ready for you.”

  “Perfect,” he said, and then he left to cook for me.

  I couldn’t believe my good luck.

  These breasts of mine, they were no longer a curse. If they brought me closer to that cowboy, they were the best thing that ever happened to me.

  I couldn’t wait to give him another taste. He could have milk for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And when those evil men came back for me, both of us would give them Hell.

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