by Sasha Scott
“Hey ya’ll right down there lil lady?” the hucow asked as Melody was slow to drag herself up from the floor.
Melody felt weak, she felt dizzy and suddenly there was a new scent which was stimulating her senses and it was one even more intoxicating than the hot aroma of female lust. What it was was the smell of fresh milk, straight from the tap.
Her eyes trailed up from that growing puddle of whiteness which released the overpowering scent to the huge breast which was leaking that liquid treasure. A dominating thought was radiating from her mind, she had to taste.
Overcome with lust, Melody lunged forward and wrapped her lips around the exposed teat, drinking that fresh milk straight from the source.
The hucow squealed in joy as the soft lips of the horny young girl squeezed around her nipple and coaxed more and more of her milk to gush out. Hucows were already modified so that they released huge quantities from their breasts, actively trying to suck out more would stuff anybody, Melody included.
She felt blissful joy having her lips locked to that human udder, the milk splashing over her tastebuds and down her throat. It tasted better than anything else she’d ever drank. It was making her pussy bubble and her head spin.
Lustful sensations were growing stronger the more she guzzled down. One of her hands wandered to her pussy where it began to rub and toy, Melody masturbating as the addictive milk flowed down her throat.
Her mind felt hazy, weak, vulnerable as she indulged in the delicious liquid. She couldn’t believe how good it tasted, she couldn’t believe how amazing hucows were. It almost made her feel jealous.
The redhead hucow managed to reach one of her hands down and hooked her fingers into Melody’s hair, dragging her lips away from her doughy chest.
“Noo, stop it,” the hucow groaned, “If you drink too much you’ll become just like us.”
Melody didn’t care about the warning, she wasn’t yet satisfied. She wanted to be satisfied.
She shook her head from side to side to wrestle off the hold and sealed her lips back into the exposed breast, making the hucow moan in joy from that incredible feeling of being nursed by such eager, hungry, lips. Melody wasn’t going to stop until she was finished.
As she drunk down that heavenly cream and rubbed her pussy with her own fingers she could feel a heat building up inside her loins. It was an orgasm coming to the surface; the fresh hucow milk was coaxing her into climaxing.
With her stomach filled she was unable to contain herself any longer. Riding her own hand down to the knuckles the floodgates gave way and Melody’s entire body tensed, her messy orgasm gushing out. Never before had she experienced such bliss.
The way she squealed from cumming her brains out meant her lips had unsealed from that heavy teat, Melody falling back into the barn floor in a quivering mess, her shorts stained in her pleasure as droplets of milk came splashing down to coat her skin. In her dizzy mind that was the best thing ever.
Lying vulnerably her tired eyes wandered around the barn at all those beautiful hucows who were getting their tits drained, all of that white nectar being sucked away. It felt like such a waste giving it to some machine when she had a pair of lips which could drink it all down instead.
Melody couldn’t help herself. With the taste still fresh in her mouth her mind craved for more. There were so many hucows under her watch, she wouldn’t stop until she’d tasted them all.
By the time midday came around, Melody was already full. There was no need for her to stop and take a lunch break, she’d spent all morning feeding herself. Her stomach felt swollen from the huge quantities of milk she had devoured and more of the white cream was stained to her skin with the rest flooding the ground. The entire barn was one, milky, mess.
While Melody was pretty much out of it, lying in the middle of a puddle, Bob finally came to check up on how his new employee was doing. Seeing her in such a state made him tut and shake his head.
“Now really? I know you girls can get yourself in a bit of a state working these here barns but to end up like that on your first day, why you’re quite the lil pervert ain’t ya?”
Melody weakly lifted her head to look at him. The only one response she could muster was weak groans, all her words locked away elsewhere.
Bob should have been furious at so much milk being wasted but instead he simply strolled through the milklogged floor until he was standing right in front of the messy farmhand. In place he reached down and unbuckled his jeans, exposing his big, fat, cock to her.
All of the hucows moaned and trembled in excitement at the sight of a man’s rod but it was Melody who was in the prime position and she too looked joyous. After all, despite so many orgasms, she still felt horny.
With her shorts long departed, Melody twisted around and laid her head down to the floor and lifted her ass upwards, presenting her hot, needy, dripping, pink pussy to her boss.
That was what he’d been hoping for.
His strong hands gripped a hold of her hips and he bucked his hardness forward and sunk his way deep into her tight mound, penetrating all the way inside of that curvaceous blonde beauty, making her moan in absolute joy.
The sounds which Melody released when he began to thrust were sensational. Squeals of bliss, moans of pleasure, groans of satisfaction and perhaps most importantly of all was that pucker lipped mooing sound which she released without any form of hesitation.
“Good girl,” he growled down at her as she began to release those cow like sounds, “Getting overcome and giving into your desires on the first day? I knew you were a natural born hucow the moment I saw you.”
Most of the girls recruited onto the farm at least took a few days to break down and give into their instincts. The more stubborn ones could take weeks. Melody had taken a morning. That first whiff of a horny, hucow, pussy had been enough to trigger her hidden desires and natural calling. Drinking down the fresh hucow milk was simply the final ingredient her body needed to accept her true nature.
More and more hot, mooing, moans came pouring from her lips as Bob thrust his thick, hard, dick deep into her juicy, velvet, insides. It was the sensation her pussy had been craving and it was making her writhe in ecstasy.
He continued to slam his huge meat into her loins, working his hips like a piston into the pussy of the hucow in training until he couldn’t go on any longer. His giant manhood was throbbing eagerly, there was only one thing which could come next.
“Here it comes Melody. I’m cumming, I’m cumming in your young, hucow, pussy.”
She could barely register his words, what he was calling her. All she could feel was that hot, thick, seed which was gushing into her womb and the way that it triggered her final and most powerful orgasm, her entire body shuddering as a climax that put all the others to shame gushed out in an epic explosion of pleasure.
Once his orgasm finally faded to a halt, once he had finished draining out his hot cum into her depths, he drew his cock back and gave her sensitive hole a much needed break. Melody collapsed completely in a heap.
With all of her energy completely gone, Bob reached down and picked the smaller girl up into his strong, muscular, arm, cradling her like a youngster.
“Well you’ve had quite the first day. Let’s get you back to the house. We’ll start your training properly tomorrow.”
Weakly and absent mindedly she mooed out as he carried her milk covered, seed dripping, body out of the fume filled barn. She had been given her first taste of the pleasures of a hucow. During the rest of her stay she would be experiencing the rest.
From Farmhand To Hucow 2
Melody moaned out as she wrapped her lips around the stiff nipple hanging from above and began to drink down the delicious, warm, milk. It was such a delectable nectar, her body couldn’t get enough of the taste. She could truly spend all day nursing on such heavenly cream.
As she was busy feeding her large, swollen, breasts were kneaded in the hands of farmer Bob, her hard nipples teased by his fingers.
“I think you’re just about ready to burst. Just in time for your first milking,” he said down to her, just before she felt her teats being devoured.
She moaned a muffled groan into the hefty breast she was nursing on as two, hungry, mouths returned the favor to her, sucking on her nipples and drawing out the milk she had stored within.
Her body squirmed in excitement, in need, as she was milked for the first time. It was blissful, it was heavenly, it was enough to make her mind melt away.
Behind her she felt a new sensation, grinding up against her feminine charm. She knew exactly what it was, it was Bob’s throbbing manhood and it was about to sink deep inside of her.
The anticipation caused her to draw her lips back from her feast to moo in excitement, like she was trying to will him on, begging him to continue. She was a horny hucow and she needed to be filled.
His strong hands gripped her hips firmly as he lined her wetness up with his hard shaft and then… thrust…
“Ah!” Melody squeaked as she jumped up in her bed, the morning light just about managing to peek in through the drawn curtains.
She threw her head from side to side to see who else was with her but apart from herself the room was completely empty. Thank heavens for that, it’d just been a dream; a very detailed, sexually charged, hucow filled, dream.
Melody’s face burned up as she went back over the contents in her mind. How embarrassing, how could she dream things like that? How could she…
That was when she remembered the day before.
Squeaking in shame she buried her head down into her pillow, as if trying to hide herself from the world. Did she seriously get so horny and carried away that she started nursing on the hucows? Her head was feeling fuzzy but she could definitely remember that. Whatever happened after, how she managed to get to bed, that was all a bit of a blur.
Her emotions were a bit of a mess but she knew she couldn’t just hide in her room. She at least had to go and see Bob. He couldn’t be happy with her.
She hopped up from bed and quickly threw on an outfit. For some reason her bra felt especially tight and the way it rubbed over her nipples was extra uncomfortable but that was something she’d just have to deal with. She at least had to offer Bob some explanation for her actions the day before.
Surprisingly, to her, Bob wasn’t actually angry at her at all.
“Nah I can’t be mad at you. It’s my fault for not giving you the proper warning about fresh hucow milk,” he explained to his employee in training.
“Warning?” she inquired, the first time she’d heard anything like that.
“Yeah, I didn’t bring it up cos I didn’t wanna freak you out and I didn’t know you’d get so curious you wanted to try a taste for yourself but unpasteurized milk is pretty dangerous to a lady like yourself. In its freshest state some could say that the milk is actually pretty addictive. Some girls have been known to turn into hucows themselves by drinking too much of it.”
Melody’s mind couldn’t help but remember that dream she’d been having in the night, the one where she had been drinking, mooing, lactating herself. Was it happening to her too?
“So what can I do to prevent it!?” she squeaked in a panic.
“Well as long as you ain’t been having any weird thoughts or dreams you should be just fine.”
“Actually… about that…”
He sighed and shook his head, “Sorry love I didn’t know it was that bad. Guess you really did a number on yourself. It’s alright, the effects aren’t permanent or nothing. All you gotta do is stop drinking the stuff and you’ll be a-okay.”
“It’s that simple?”
“That simple. Just keep yourself away from those hucows and you should be just fine. Now you can just wait right in here until sunset when we can send you off home. I’ll be back later once I’ve tended to the girls. Help yourself to whatever you need why you’re here.”
Bob departed to take care of his duties, leaving Melody alone in the farmhouse. She was just glad that it was a simple fix. She didn’t want to become a hucow addict, fantasizing about having her own huge, swollen, breasts that gushed out gallons of hot, creamy…
She squealed and shook her head from side to side sharply as she tried not to think about any of the hucow based fantasies which her mind kept latching onto. She needed to forget all about those hucows and instead get a bite to eat, she was starving. Maybe he had some hucow milk in the fridge.
Again she released a squeaky noise as her train of thought went into dangerous territory once more. This was going to be harder than she’d imagined.
Melody had raided the fridge, she had dug through the cupboards and she had scoured the shelves but every time she ate or drunk anything her body simply didn’t want to know. It was like everything was making her lose her appetite.
Hours had gone by and Melody was starving. Her stomach was growling for substance but nothing looked appetizing. Her body was craving one thing and one thing only and that was delicious hucow milk.
She tried to battle the thoughts but it was hard, somehow her brain always managed to return to those forbidden fantasies. Even when she turned her brain off she found her hands absent mindedly rubbing at her own nipples; it was a huge issue.
To try and keep both her mind and her body under control, Melody left the confines of the stifling farmhouse to go for a jog, hoping that the fresh air would help to clear her head.
The farm was in the middle of the countryside, there were fields all around, endless room to explore; Melody could run and run for hours if she pleased and never see the same place twice. However naturally, after only a short run, she found herself standing back in the barn where everything had begun.
“How did this happen!?” she whined to herself, suddenly surrounded on all sides by moaning hucows. Even with all the room in the world to transverse her body had still managed to lead her back to the barn.
Melody tried to make a quick escape but the smell of nature which had been perfuming the air was gone, buried until the scent of female lust and the heavy fragrance of something delicious. That milk overflow from the day before had left its smell lingering within.
She may have wanted to escape but her body had other ideas. Instead it drunk in that hucow musk until the mind was also on board.
Her will had quickly crumbled away and her eyes darted until she set her sights on a huge pair of hucow udders which looked packed to the brim with cream. Wasting little time she dragged the milking cups away and allowed all the fresh dairy to trickle out freely. It was a buffet too rich to resist and Melody instead sunk her lips in and decided to indulge.
Finally it was a taste her tongue appreciated, a flavor fit to fill her stomach. Melody’s eyes fluttered in joy as she absent mindedly sunk into milk heaven, suckling down the forbidden fruit.
The strong fragrance which burned her nostrils and that sweet taste which tickled her tastebuds made her pussy bubble up in heat and her nipples throb intensely. She hated the way her stupid bra restricted her swollen breasts and her sensitive nubs and she was quick to remove it so she could rub and play with her nipples directly.
Melody’s entire world became a blur as she suckled like an oversized child and stimulated her nipples as her breasts slowly swelled up under her fingers. The growth was slight, slow, hard to notice but it was there. The more Melody drunk the bigger her tits would become and with so much milk around there was no way she would be able to stop herself.
As the flow slowed slightly from the teat she was nursing she popped her lips free with a slurp and looked around for another breast to latch onto, the task an easy one with so many hucows around. Finding more milk wasn’t an issue, her masturbation situation was.
There were too many places she wanted to rub at once. Her nipples were hard and swollen yet her pussy demanded attention. Why wasn’t there a way she could satisfy them all together!?
Then her eyes latched onto a pair of suctions cups hanging unoccupied in
the air.
A Melody following logic, one looking out for her best will, wouldn’t have taken those cups and applied them to her own breasts but a milk drunk had no such issue. Despite having no cream to give she slipped the plastic rings onto her soft chest and allowed the sucking to stimulate her needs.
With her moans muffled, Melody picked up the milking pace as her hands dipped down below and set on her sensitive pussy. She rode on her fingers with one hand and teased her firm clit with the other, driving her lustful body wild.
The combination of the suction, the feast and the fingers was too much for Melody to handle. The trio of sensations made her tense from the core as she arched her back and began to cum with a messy squirt which seemed to spray across the length of the room.