Futa HuCow's Love Life Collection

by Reed James

  “Oh, yes, sugar,” moaned Cheryl-Lyn as she popped into my bowels. “What a treat! Now don't that just feel nice?”

  “So nice,” I whimpered, my nipples tingling. They kept spurting milk. Over and over. The pleasure building and building in the depths of my cunt.

  And now I had the futa's cock sliding so deep into my bowels. She stretched open my asshole. Velvety delight rippled through my body. I groaned, gripping the bars, such pleasure sweeping through my body, little stars dancing around my eyes.

  Then she drew back. Her cock slowly pulled out of my bowels. Such rapture surge through me. I gasped and groaned. My asshole drank it in, shooting it to my pussy. It mixed with the suction on my tits and cock, the machine-driven rapture that brought me closer and closer to cumming.

  Cheryl-Lyn rammed her futa-dick back into me, howling, “Soowee, that's amazin'!”

  “Yes!” I howled and came.

  Orgasming hooked up to the milker was something else. Once my dick started erupting, it wouldn't stop. My futa-cum would fire over and over into the machine just like my breast milk dick. My virgin pussy spasmed. My bowels convulsed about Cheryl-Lyn's thrusting cock. She fucked it so hard into my depths, stirring me up as the machine drank in all my passion.

  I screamed out in rapture. I gripped the bars so hard, clinging for dear life as the futa pounded my asshole. She reamed her girl-dick over and over into my convulsing bowels. I moaned and groaned, swaying as the pleasure rippled through my body.

  “Yes, yes, yes, what a treat,” groaned Cheryl-Lyn as she pumped away at my bowels. “What an utter delight.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, my head swaying, stars bursting across my vision.

  Juices flooded down my thighs. My cunt convulsed so hard, stirring Ms. Young's futa-cum inside my hole. My bowels spasmed on Cheryl-Lyn's plunging girl-dick. I swayed and groaned, drinking in every moment of cumming.

  It was such an utter treat. I loved being milked. Being fucked.

  Cum rose up the central hose, as white as my breast milk in the other tubes. My nipples throbbed more. My tits almost ached, but a good pleasure, as more and more of my creamy delight squirted into the machine.

  My bowels spasmed so hard about her dick. I groaned and gasped. I swayed my hips, stirring my asshole around her cock as she thrust in so hard. She groaned and gasped, hugging me tight from behind. Her big tits rubbed into my back, her nipples so hard.

  “Yes, yes, yes, such a good heifer!” she groaned. “Oh, yes, you are. Ooh, Iseul! I'm gonna flood your asshole.”

  “Yes!” I moaned, so dizzy from the pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  I came over and over. My dick kept spurting. And every time my cock fired futa-cum into the machine, ecstasy shot into my mind. The euphoric rapture consumed more and more of my thoughts. It was so hard to focus on anything else. All the moans in the barn, Ms. Young included, blended into the background as I drifted through rapture.

  Soon, it was only the milk sucking at my cock and nursing at my tits combining with Cheryl-Lyn's girl-dick pumped in and out of my bowels. I drank in these amazing pleasure. They roared through my body, leaving me gasping and swaying.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” moaned Cheryl-Lyn into my ear. “I'm fixin' to cum so hard in your asshole, my HuCow-slut!”

  “Do it!” I screamed, another orgasm spasming through my body. My pussy convulsed. Cream coated my thighs, running in thick waves down to my feet. “Just fill me!”

  “Yes! You naughty heifer, take it! Aphrodite, yes!”

  Cheryl-Lyn rammed her girl-dick to the hilt in me. Her futa-cum splashed into my bowels. I groaned, my asshole drinking in the heat pumping into it. I spasmed so hard. More of my own spunk fired into the milker, my nipples aching as they kept squirting my cream.

  “Hestia!” I moaned. “Oh, Hestia, yes!”

  Cheryl-Lyn shook as she held me. Her cum fired over and over into me. My asshole felt so stuffed with her cum. The futa groaned. She nibbled on my ear as she panted. Her cock fired its last blast. Then, with a groan, she pulled out of my writhing bowels.

  I whimpered. My spasming asshole forced her jizz out of me around her cock plugging my asshole. It ran down to my pussy, joining my juices soaking my thick bush. I shuddered, my dick still erupting. My nipples still squirting. Rapture still boiled through me even though she wasn't fucking it.

  “You love it, you little slut!” Ms. Young hissed from the next stall.

  “I do!” I moaned, reaching behind me. I slid my finger through my butt-crack, gathering the jizz leaking out of my asshole and popped it into my mouth.

  I savored that salty flavor mixed with the sour musk of my asshole. I quivered, my pussy convulsing harder. Another orgasm raced through my body. More cum fired from my girl-dick. More rapture plunged into my mind.

  “Just a hussy!” Ms. Young moaned, her face flushed. “A slut and you love it!”

  “I do!”

  I reached behind me and jammed my fingers into my cum-lubed asshole. I fingered my bowels as the machine sucked so hard on my cock and tits. I whimpered as orgasm after orgasm shot through me. My pussy convulsed. My bowels sucked on my digits.

  Rapture consumed me for an eternity.

  And then the machines shut off.

  I panted, moaning, the rapture dying down inside of me. My futa-cock finally stopped spurting. The two cups on my tits were stuck there, my breast swollen inside of them. I shuddered, pulling my finger out of my asshole.

  I popped it into my mouth, sucking off the cum and savoring that nasty, sour flavor of my asshole. I sucked in deep breaths through my nose. The right cup fell off my tit, swaying before me, but the left was stuck on.

  I pried it off.

  “Iseul,” Ms. Young said as the suction cup made a loud popping sound as she pulled it off her tit, “does Cheryl-Lyn give you as much satisfaction as I do when we fuck?”

  “When we make love,” I said, nodding my head. “Of course. She fucks hard. She's a futa.”

  “Don't you think that's interesting?” Ms. Young said. “Shouldn't you get more satisfaction from me if you loved me. Look at Ester and Cheryl-Lyn. Surely you've seen them make love. How they enjoy each other more than they enjoy fucking us.”

  “Yes,” I said, my voice suddenly so tight.

  “Doesn't that make you wonder what you really feel towards me?”

  I took a deep breath. “I won't let you push me away,” I said, even though my heart hurt from her words. “I won't.”

  “Still a child,” she said and sighed, popping off the suction cup from her left breast.

  Those words stung even worse. I wasn't a child. I may not be a thousand years old, but I was an adult. I fought hard to snap back at her. I had to show her maturity. So instead I took off the cock pump and put it away. Then I walked from the milking barn, letting my futa-cock shrink. I headed to the showers.

  With the warm water cascading down my face, I broke down and cried. Why did love have to be so complicated? Why couldn't it be simple? My body shook. I muffled my gasps, hoping the sound of falling water drowned it out. I cried and cried until my eyes were dry.

  I felt wrung out when I turned it off. I dressed in some country clothing, a pair of work jeans and an old t-shirt. I tied my black hair back with a bandanna and worked in the bottling factory adjacent to the milking barn. I applied labels to the bottles, still warm with the milk.

  On impulse, I grabbed one.

  Try as I might, I couldn't stop myself from seeing Strawberry today. After my shift was over, I headed out in one of the farm's vehicles, driving into the nearby “town,” which consisted of a general store, the Cowboy's Boots Cafe, and a thrift store set on a crossroad surrounded by ranches in every other direction.

  I walked in and took my usual seat.

  “Well, I see you decided to brighten my day!” Strawberry said as she sauntered over to me, today wearing a tight jean skirt hugging her body, her tanned legs on full display. Her cowboy shirt was tied below her bouncing breasts,
showing off that flat stomach.

  “Yeah,” I said, finding myself smiling at the sight of her red hair sweeping about her shoulders. “I thought you needed a pick-me-up.”

  “Well, sugar, I reckon I do. My brother's been runnin' me ragged all mornin'. Just ridin' my ass, and that ain't no fun because he's my brother.”

  “So you like a guy to, eh, ride your ass?”

  “Sure,” she said with a wink. “Suspect most girls do. Well, for some it's a girl with a strap-on, right?”

  Or a futa-cock. “Yeah.” My cheeks were so warm. “Here, I brought you a bottle. It's fresh, still a little warm. Just came out a half-hour ago.”

  “Well, ain't you just the sweetest thang, Iseul,” she said, taking the bottle for me. She stared at the label. “All natural, huh? No preservatives or hormones?”

  “It's all natural,” I nodded.

  She broke the seal, the metal cap popping off. She swirled the white liquid around. Her nostril twitched at the scent. “Oh, my, that does smell deeee-licious.”

  “Uh-huh,” I said, my clit swelling hard in my jeans, my excitement mounting. My breast milk and futa-cum was mixed in there. This was so hot.

  She brought the rim to her lips. She took a sip. Her eyes widened. An orgasmic shudder ran through her body, making her big breasts jiggle. Then she pressed her lips to the opening again and chugged. I watched her beautiful throat work as her body shook more and more. She moaned as she guzzled it down, tilting back the bottle to drink more and more.

  A sweet musk filled my nose. Her pussy. I stared at her thighs, eyes widening as a bead of her cream ran down her tanned legs. She had soaked through her panties. It was clear she was cumming just from drinking the substances.

  Her head craned back to get the last drops as her breasts rose and fell. Then she gasped, “Oh, my god, that was amazin'!”

  “Told you,” I grinned at her.

  Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

  Her salty, sweet lips met mine. Fireworks detonated in my heart.

  And in my pussy.

  My cunt convulsed at the taste of futa-milk. My girl-cock spurted in my jeans. Such joy surged through me as her tongue dove into my mouth. This was amazing. Stupendous. I groaned as I reveled in our kiss.

  Dizzy delight shot through me. And then Strawberry broke the kiss. Her eyes widened in shock. With a startled yelp, she fled to the kitchen.

  A disappointed groan soured the pleasure shooting through me. She freaked out. Of course she did. She wasn't a lesbian. She was a straight girl. She only kissed me because of the orgasmic high of the milk. And now she was scared about what just happened. What she felt.

  I groaned. It was a perfect kiss. Her lips made my soul sing. And now I felt so empty. So abandoned.

  Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. Why did love have to be so complicated? Why did it have to cause so much pain?

  To be continued...

  Futa HuCow's Naughty Fantasy

  Futa HuCow's Love Life 2

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Futa HuCow's Naughty Fantasy

  For one perfect moment, joy surged through my heart. Strawberry, the waitress I think I was falling in love with, had kissed me on the mouth. Her lips were both salty and sweet, stained with the futa-milk she'd just drank. The naughty mix of breast milk and futa-cum, bottled at the ranch I lived and worked at, had caused the beautiful, redheaded straight woman to orgasm. Caught up in the pleasure of her climax, she'd kissed me.

  And it was glorious. Time had almost stopped.

  But when she broke the kiss, the reality of what she did had hit her. She'd blushed as red as her namesake, stared at me in horror, maybe even disgust, before fleeing to the kitchen of the Cowboy's Boots Cafe. She left me here at the table. Tears stung my eyes. My shoulders shook as the emotion swept over me.

  Nothing was going right for me today. Nothing. Why did love has to be so complicated? Why did it have to hurt so much? My heart felt squeezed between two different women. The two different persons that I loved.

  Both had rejected me today.

  I think I loved them both. I didn't mean to fall in love with Strawberry. Not after devoting my life to Ms. Young. For years, I'd been with Ms. Young. She'd inducted me into the Daughters of Hestia, an organization that worshiped the Goddess of Maidens. I supported her in our war against the Aphrodite Sisterhood, the horny futas who worshiped the Goddess of Love and Beauty.

  I was with her when we lost. When we were captured and overcome by their lust. Our Goddess was so infected with passion from us, she became Aphrodite's happy slut. And Ms. Young and I became futas ourselves. Our clits could turn into big, throbbing dicks. The futa-cowgirls, whom we had attacked, made us into HuCows. Human cows who could lactate. They had a whole bevy of them, milking us three times a day to bottle our mix of milk and girl-cum to sell.

  Women loved it. And seeing Strawberry cum showed me the effect it had on them.

  Tears fell down my cheek. I thought Ms. Young loved me, but she told me that she didn't. She claimed I didn't even love her. That I just worshiped her, confusing my awe for her as love. Which was ridiculous. And then there was Strawberry. I'd been coming to this cafe for lunch for a few weeks. The gorgeous redhead, always wearing tight shorts or short skirts that showed off her tanned legs, had me quivering in delight. Her flirtiness had my heart pounding. I began looking forward to seeing her. I wanted to ask her out while feeling guilty about betraying Ms. Young.

  I stood up from my seat, the chair's feet scrapping on the floor, and bolted out of the restaurant. My jeans were soaked with my futa-cum. When Strawberry kissed me, my girl-cock had sprouted, and I'd orgasmed. My blood still boiled from the kiss. Despite the pain, I was so horny.

  I burst out of the cafe into the small town, just a collection of buildings at the crossing of two roads in the middle of nowhere, Texas. I sucked in breaths, trying to stop the tears falling down my cheeks. Why couldn't one of them love me back?

  I darted between two buildings, leaning up against a stack of crates that hid me from the street. My girl-dick still throbbed out of control, trapped in the sticky mess of my jeans. My hands fumbled at the fastener as I closed my eyes, picturing the two women I loved.

  Ms. Young: tall, haughty, hungry. A black-haired woman with predatory eyes, busty and powerful, standing before me with her girl-cock sprouting from her black-furred muff. Her cock bigger than any man's, grown from her clit.

  Strawberry: curvy, flirty, and playful. Her red hair fell about that mischievous and fun face, her green eyes sparkling. Her breasts were round, and I pictured her nipples hard. A bright bush burned between her thighs, hiding that sweet treasure I wanted to enjoy.

  My own futa-dick, streaked in my cum, fell out of my jeans. I grasped it, fisting my hand up and down it. Such delicious pleasure ran down my cock to my virgin pussy. My snatch clenched as my back arched. The crates I leaned against creaked as I stroked faster and faster, the lusts in me needing to escape.

  “I just want to love you both,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

  Iseul, Ms. Young purred in my imagination, such a big heart.

  And a big cock, sugar, Strawberry said in that Texan twang. Big enough to love us both, eh, Ms. Young?

  I know you're just aching to taste more of her futa-cum. Ms. Young, dominating as always, grabbed Strawberry's red hair in my fantasy. She forced Strawberry to kneel before me. But then Ms. Young joined redhead, her large breasts bouncing with her cock. Go on. You made her cum. Lick that jizz off her dick.

  Mmm, yum!

  Strawberry licked up my cock as I fantasized. I stroked myself faster and faster, imagining the pleasure of her tongue caressing my futa-dick. And then Ms. Young joined her. Both their pink tongues lapping across the pale-olive flesh of my dick thrusting from my thick, black bush. They scooped up the cum coating my shaft, savoring the taste.

  Then their tongues reached
the tip of my dick. My fantasy lovers caressed the crown. They their tongues brushed, lips meeting in a half-kiss as they worshiped me. They both moaned, loving each other, wanting to love me, too.

  I gasped, shivered, my hand flew faster and faster. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs.

  “You're both so wonderful. I do love you both,” I groaned.

  I had to love Ms. Young. And she would love me back.

  Such tasty cum, sugar, purred Strawberry. Gets my pussy itchin' in delight.

  Let me help you out.

  Ooh, Ms. Young, you naughty thang. Pleasure crossed Strawberry's face as Ms. Young reached down and fingered her snatch. Then Strawberry returned the favor, stroking Ms. Young's futa-cock.

  My imaginary lovers both moaned as the pleasure swelled in me. Just picturing them both together, loving each other and me, had my lusts boiling so fast. I whimpered and groaned. I bit my lip as I fisted my cock so damned hard.

  Pleasure burned at the tip. I gasped, my small, firm breasts jiggling beneath my skirt. I sucked in a breath, my pussy clenching so hard. My forearm burned as I stroked my girl-dick so fast. My hand was a blur as my two lovers worshiped my cock, their lips sucking, tongues flicking, as they pleasured each other and...

  I came hard.

  My jizz fired from my futa-dick. White spurted from my cock and fell on the dusty cement. Thick lines of my passion splattered the ground. Pleasure surged through me. Pussy juices gushed down my thighs.

  “Strawberry! Ms. Young!” I moaned as I heaved against the crates. “I love you both!”

  The pleasure rushed through me as my cum fired the last time. My toes curled in my shoes. I tried to hold in the rapture, but it was already fading away. It was bleeding out of me, leaving me shuddering and groaning. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to embrace it.

  But it died.

  It flowed from pleasure into pain. Strawberry ran. She rejected me after kissing me. She'd never want to see me again. I only had Ms. Young, and yet she claimed not to love me. She thought I was a child.

  I would prove her wrong. I would hold onto one of them!