40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  I felt like such a whore! I loved driving to the men's houses (and even some women) and expressing myself into their coffee or even let them drink it right from my breast. Who knew there was so much demand! It was almost more than my milky mammaries could keep up with.

  It was a good thing, then, that my husband found a single mother who needed some extra income and was willing to part with her breast milk. It was fun working with her. She was a short, stocky brunette with large, milk-filled breasts and a shy but dazzling smile. Emily was a perfect fit.

  Overall, it was a fun experience. I got ploughed every morning by Bert who paid good money to knock me up and treat me like a cow. I actually came to like getting treated like a naughty cow and made to kneel on all fours and get milked. I also grew to enjoy the taste of my own milk.

  I also enjoyed getting fucked by another man other than my husband. It wasn't every day that a proper woman in the 50's could say that her husband let her fool around. I guess ten-thousand dollars was too good to pass up.

  As my belly grew, so too did my horniness. Even though I was visiting Bert every morning and then coming home to my husband, I was still masturbating three or four times a day on top of that.

  Call it fate or what have you, but another one of my husband's clients (former clients as we no longer delivered cow milk) visited one morning when I was about six months along.

  "Hello Mr. Samson, what can I do for you this morning?" I said, smiling, as I answered the door in my petticoat.

  He looked me up and down appreciably, while taking off his hat. "May I come in?"

  "Sure!" I said and swung the door wide for him. "Can I get you some coffee or lemonade?" I asked as I headed to the kitchen.

  "Do you have any ice tea?"

  "Coming right up, Mr. Samson."

  "Please, call me Carl," he said and sat down on the sofa.

  I brought him the iced tea and some cookies that I'd baked last night. He seemed delighted.

  "So, what can I do for you, Carl? We haven't seen your face around the farm in a while."

  "Well, I just wanted to see what you guys were up to. I don't know what happened to cause you to close down shop suddenly like that, but the replacement milk-man just isn't the same."

  "You mean John? Yeah, he's a little...off." I agreed and we both laughed.

  "But that's not why I came by." He turned in the sofa to face me better as he nibbled on a cookie.

  "Oh?" I leaned back and rubbed my tight, six-month pregnant belly.

  "Yes. You see, I've been talking with Bert--"

  I cut him off. "What Bert, my husband and I do are private matters and I will not have my name besmirched by baseless rumors."

  He raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you understand," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a checkbook. "How much did Bert pay you?"

  "I'm not for sale."

  "A thousand? Five?"

  I shook my head. Great, how many people has Bert blabbed to about our "special arrangement."

  "What you're not understanding, Peggy, is that my wife is infertile. And she's given me permission to pay you any amount you desire if you'll carry our baby. Please don't make me face Rosie tonight without the promise of a baby."

  A tear welled up in my eye. It was well-known that Rosie and Carl had been trying - unsuccessfully - to conceive for a while now. I also knew how devastating it was to her not to be able to have a baby to call her own.

  "All right," I said reluctantly. How could I say no?

  "How much did he pay you?" He had his pen poised above his checkbook.

  "Ten."

  "Wow. I'll give you double." He began scribbling as my mind whirled with his words.

  "Double? You mean twenty thousand?"

  He nodded. "You don't have a problem with that, do you? I'll go higher if you'd like."

  "No," I said. "For Rosie, I'll do it for twenty. But," I looked down at and patted my large belly, "you're going to have to get in line."

  He handed me the check. "I'm buying two babies with this," he said and I almost dropped the check.

  "Two? There's no guarantee I'll have twins --"

  "No, not twins, I want to knock up your helper, Emily," he said coolly as he leaned back in the sofa and crossed his leg casually over his knee. "I also want to fuck you every day until then. I want to take you out in the barn and milk and fuck you like a cow. Is that understood?"

  I took the check and pretended to study it. My hands were shaking from the sheer amount of money I was holding. This was insane! Of course I'd have to split it with Emily. "Wait a minute!" I said as his words kicked in. "You want to knock Emily up, too? She's not a part of the deal we have with Bert." I couldn't believe he was suggesting something like that.

  "That's why I'm giving you each ten thousand. I'm sure you'll be able to convince her, I have complete faith in you. Otherwise, the whole deal is off." He smiled tightly and stood. "I'll be back in the morning for your answer."

  I watched open-mouthed as he grabbed his hat and coat and saw himself out the door. I was still shaking as I held the twenty-thousand dollar check in my hand. I looked at it in utter disbelief. Then I realized I could buy a brand-new house with this. Where did these men get their money? Then again, maybe I didn't really want to know.

  How in the world was I supposed to convince Emily to let another man take her out in the barn and knock her up? That task seemed daunting, but the check haunted me. That ten-thousand from Bert had made a significant impact on our lives and another ten could put us squarely in the middle class. I knew for a fact that Emily could most definitely use that money. But would she go for it.

  There was only one way to find out.

  *****

  "He wants to WHAT?!" Emily hollered as we sipped our lemonade on the patio. I had invited her over so that we could discuss this "opportunity" like ladies. I felt more like a "lady of the night" than a lady.

  "Emily, there are four zeroes on that check. Trust me, it's not as bad as it seems." I took a sip of my home-made lemonade and looked out over the farm.

  "But I can't just let some stranger put a baby in me. That's not proper." She protested.

  "Neither is selling your breast-milk," I countered. I was pretty sure I would win the argument (it never hurts to have money on your side), I'd just have to wear her down.

  "That's not fair!" she said, casting a hurtful look in my direction. "I'm only doing that to feed my baby."

  "At least you have a baby to feed," I said, coolly plunging the proverbial dagger in her heart.

  "That's low," she said, crossing her arms against her chest.

  "Just think what you can do with ten grand."

  "I could do a lot of things," she admitted. "But having sex with a strange man to get it?"

  "Word on the street is that you practically gave it away before getting yourself knocked up. What's the difference? Now that someone wants to pay you for it, you're all righteous about it?"

  "I'm not righteous," she said indignantly.

  "Then what are you?" I looked into her brown eyes.

  "Scared."

  Now we were getting somewhere. I pulled her close and hugged her to me. "Let's go inside and talk about it, shall we? I think I can help you overcome your fears."

  She nodded and we took our drinks and ourselves into the living room.

  "I don't get it," she said plopping herself heavily down on the sofa. "Why does he want to knock me up so bad? There has to be more to it than just getting a baby for his wife."

  "There is," I agreed.

  She looked up at me hopefully.

  "Men like him want power. They want to control the women they're with. Being able to knock a woman up is a massive ego boost to them."

  "So, let me get this straight," she shoved a lock of curly brown hair from her eyes. "He wants to take us out into the barn and milk and mate with us while we moo like cows?"

  I nodded. "Sounds crazy, doesn't it?"

  She laughed
and nodded her head.

  "That's the turn-on for him. He'll likely want to spank us, force us to drink our own mother's milk, moo and maybe even other things. But it's just a game. A dominance game. Perhaps they feel inadequate at home and want a woman they can come to who will submissively do whatever they want." I took another sip of my lemonade. The glass was nearly empty and I made myself a note to refill it soon.

  "You act like this is no big deal," she said.

  I pulled out the check and waved it in her face. "This, is a big deal. Mooing like a cow while getting spanked on the butt and knocked up by a strange man isn't. Look, I'm splitting this with you 50-50. But if you don't agree, neither of us get anything."

  "That's a toughie," she admitted, then looked into my face. "Will you be there? Make sure I'm not alone with him?"

  I nodded.

  A smile crept across her face. "Then let's do it!"

  *****

  The next morning when Carl showed up, Emily and I were eagerly awaiting his arrival. We'd talked about it all night long, even masturbating ourselves thinking about it. My husband, Jack, was away looking at some real estate in a neighboring county and wouldn't be home for a few days. That twenty-thousand dollar check was going to seriously rock his world.

  "Morning ladies!" Carl invited himself in as he tipped his hat at us and then handed me his hat and coat. "I'm glad you girls accepted my offer."

  Emily and I looked at each other in disbelief. Neither of us had said a word to anyone. "How?"

  "I can tell by the gleam in your eyes and the pep in your step. Besides," he lowered his voice and we had to lean in closer to hear him, "Carl Morgan always gets what he wants."

  Chills raced up my spine at his words. This man was full of himself.

  Emily boldly stood up and strode over to the tall, handsome man, sidling up to him. "So, what is it you want?" She smiled seductively. Wow, she was really getting into it.

  "I want you girls to do a slow, sexy strip tease for me," he grinned wickedly.

  "Ooh, he wants to see the goods!" Emily smiled. "Did you cash that check, girl?"

  I nodded.

  He pulled us close to him tightly. His strong arms wrapping around our hot bodies. "Yes, now these goods are mine!"

  I nearly fainted as I smelled his cologne. Oh my God it was hot! I flushed as he leered at me suggestively and I think a bit of girl cum seeped into my panties. Now that I let myself think of him in that way, he was extremely handsome. Tall, blond hair, blue eyes, mustache, confidence and power. All the things that make women swoon. And, apparently he had money, too.

  "Now dance!" He commanded as he sat down on the sofa.

  Emily and I began swaying our bodies rhythmically. I put on some Frank Sinatra and we performed a slow, naughty strip-tease for him. The whole time his piercing blue eyes were fixated on our bodies, but he never touched his cock. I could see it, however, tent up from his pants as I couldn't take my eyes off it.

  His hidden cock was making me so horny and wet that I couldn't think straight. Every time he repositioned himself, I struggled to find his tent again. After dancing for several minutes, my six-month pregnant body was ready to give out. I sat down next to him and whispered in his ear.

  "I can do something about that tent in your pants if you want," I kissed his ear seductively.

  "Do not touch me or yourself unless I give you permission," he said sternly.

  "Aww, you're no fun." I ran my hands all along his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. My long, cool fingers ran through his chest hair and my wetness grew. No matter his disposition. This man was a hunk. I couldn't help but touch him and admire his body. I was so horny that at this point I could care less about the money. I'd fuck the guy just for the enjoyment of it. But to know that in a few months I was going to be carrying his baby? Now that was wicked hot!

  He carried on watching Emily move her stocky body around. Her jiggling breasts were starting to leak milk all by themselves. "Good show!" He clapped. "Jiggle your breasts around. I want to see that milk fly!"

  As I stroked his chest, getting myself wetter and wetter, my hand crept down to the large tent in his pants. I'd thought Bert was big. This was huge. It had to be. When I knew he was distracted, I slyly wrapped my fingers around it. I wanted to feel his massive cock in my hands. For one brief moment I touched his penis through his pants before he slapped my hand away. Oh God, I came hard as an orgasm shook me.

  He began rubbing my large, pregnant belly and it felt so good and naughty to feel his hands on me. At this point my husband was unaware of what I was doing, so I was technically cheating on him. But I didn't have the option of waiting until he got back. He'd kill me if he knew that I let twenty-thousand dollars fly out the window.

  I giggled when he moved his hand to my milk jugs. I was used to having a man treat me rather roughly so when he squeezed and pinched my thick, milky nipples, it felt rather good. I wanted him to do more. I wanted to feel his manly lips brush against them. How would his mouth feel clamped around my juicy breasts compared to Bert's or my husband's. More importantly, I wanted him to dominate me.

  Until I was introduced to the concept by Bert, I'd never wanted to be dominated. I'd always fancied myself as the self-sufficient girl who didn't need a man to lift her potatoes or unscrew her jar or fix her door. But Bert showed me that being submissive to a worthy, dominant man was okay. Now I craved it. Carl was worthy.

  Emily, seeing me get all of Carl's attention, brought her jiggly breasts to Carl's face and squirted him with milk. He reached out to grab them, but she giggled and danced back, just out of his reach. Frustrated, he tried again, but she danced away again.

  That was when he stood, moved over to her, took her arm and whacked her on the butt sharply.

  "Ow!" she cried, but it did not deter him. He was a man who said what he meant and meant what he said. I wasn't sure I wanted to cross him, but I had to know what that cock looked and felt like. I wondered if it would melt in my mouth like butter.

  "Meet me at the woodshed!" he said to Emily as he let her go. She raced out the front door and I could see that she had tears in her eyes.

  I slowly walked behind Carl submissively, my head bowed. I shivered slightly as a chill breezed blew over my sweaty body. My nipples were stiff and fat, with milk leaking down the curve, falling on the ground. The wet grass felt good under my barefeet. When we got to the woodshed, Emily was sitting there shivering. I don't know whether from the cold or fear - or perhaps a bit of both. I smiled to myself as I thought this was awfully naughty.

  "You've been a bad moo cow!" He said in a deep, commanding voice.

  I nearly burst out laughing.

  "You, too. Go sit next to her and await your punishment."

  I felt like a naughty schoolgirl that was about to be punished by the schoolmarm. I sat next to Emily as he went off in search of something. "Don't be afraid," I said, putting my bare arms around her. Our breasts touched and for a moment the two streams of our milk crossed. "I'm here to protect you."

  "Against him?" she harrumphed. "I don't think a raging bull could protect us from him."

  "Ah, don't worry about it; he's just a bit more...forceful than other men. We'll give him what he wants and he'll go away."

  "Yeah, but we still have to carry his babies."

  "Right. He's not going to hurt us. Don't fret," I said, stroking her hair.

  He came back with a solid oak chair and set it on the ground. He picked up Emily as though she weighed next to nothing and sat down with her, turning her over his knee. Her bare bottom was exposed to his lustful gaze. My eyes caught sight of his raging hardon and I watched in bemused silence as each time his hand came down on her backside, his cock twitched. Oh, how I longed to touch it and kiss it and lick it.

  Against his wishes, I slithered my hand down to my treasure box and plunged my finger into my sopping wet pussy and began rubbing my clit. I imagined kneeling down in front of his humongous cock and taking it down my throat. Maybe I'd even
rub my breasts around it, teasing and tormenting him until he couldn't stand it any more.

  After about the fifth spanking, Emily cried out and I calmly walked over to them and unzipped his pants. I didn't care what he said, I was going to take that cock into my hot mouth whether he liked it or not. I was so close to Emily's pussy that I could smell her heat. Her ass may have been red, but her pussy was redder. My mouth barely encircled his cock-head before he moved Emily off him and lifted me up and put me to his knee. I hadn't been spanked like that since I was a child. It felt so naughty!

  "No!" I giggled. "Please! We'll do anything you want, just let us have your baby!" His hand came down hard on my exposed flesh. Now I know why Emily was crying out. He didn't play around.

  "You girls need to be taught a lesson." His hand came down harder and harder until I was seeing stars. My pussy, however, was as sopping wet as it could be. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Emily continue where I left off with his cock. I watched her lustfully, as she devoured his meat-stick. He couldn't spank both of us, could he?

  Apparently, I was wrong. I don't know how he did it, but while still holding on to me, he grabbed Emily and laid her over his knees and began spanking. I was getting his left hand, she was getting his right. By this time my ass was likely bright red and getting quite sore.

  "Moo like the bad cows you are!" He commanded. What was with the cow fetish?

  We girls began mooing and giggling. If anyone had been around, they wouldn't have the slightest clue as to what was going on. It would have been comedy gold to see their faces, though.

  "Now it's time to open up the barn doors," he said ominously as he lifted us up and carried us each in one arm, kicking and struggling like proper girls, into the barn. There was a bunch of hay spread out on the floor. He wasn't kidding when he said that he wanted to knock us up there.

  He laid us both down in a pile of hay and looked us over appreciably. "You two girls aren't going to cause any more problems are you?" He asked sternly.

  I shivered as I rubbed my sore ass. He wasn't joking around and I really wasn't in the mood to test him any further.