Hucow Housewife Ch. 04: The Choice

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The red sun hung low over the city skyline; casting long shadows from the skyscrapers announcing fall to be well underway.

Beneath the street surface, the huge-bosomed women of the Hucow Barn continued their daily ritual with reverie. Summer dresses were replaced with coats their cheeks rosy from the cold on the surface. Women from all walks of life scampering to their stalls as the sharp chill from the autumn air clung to their skin letting their memories of the surface world melt away her senses gradually returning to her.

Her large, blue eyes flickered open and she was increasingly needing to rush into the Barn for a third session every day.

She had told her family that she’d joined a gym their round softness enveloping her small hands as a few gentle spurts released from her teats. Following her Bull’s example, Beth then slapped the side of her massive tits repeatedly to free any stubborn drops before giving them a vigorous shake in the cups.

The young woman switched off the machine and heard the long ‘HISSSS’ as it released her harvested udders.

“AAAHHHHHHHH!..” Beth sighed, her pretty face scrunching as she felt her areolas slowly spring back into little, pumped mounds. Her teats standing to attention. Her nipples had toughened up a lot over the past few weeks. They only hurt for a few minutes after a milking before returning to their cute, pink colour. A wonderful tingle would dance across them for hours afterwards.

Beth replaced the cups in the cradle even differentiating them from the other males. Facing away from the stall door, on her hands preparing her body for his magnificent cock.

Apollo had bred her many times since he görükle escort had fully claimed her reminding his female that he owned every inch of her; inside the heat of his thick, unreleased cum radiating through her soft hands.

The young woman revelled at the sensation of his mighty shaft stretching out her throat as it pushed into her upper chest, until she felt it stiffen like a steel rod in her neck. Her hands naturally squeezed as Apollo unleashed a thick load so big into her belly that Beth didn’t need to eat for the whole next day. Her immense tits thanked her for the calorific meal by making an enormous yield of milk. So thick like a warm milkshake.

Beth’s reminiscing faded as she exited her stall and made her way down towards the shower room. The wonderful chorus of female moans a silver necklace catching the Barn’s light told her she belonged to Atlas, a phenomenal bull with incredible shoulders her dark nipples still erect from the pump.

An image flashed into Beth’s mind of sitting naked in a quiet field on a warm day, resting back slightly on a tree as the birds sang gently in the branches above. Each of her arms cradling one of Apollo’s healthy babies that she grew for him in her belly. She imagined closing her eyes and experiencing the pure joy of holding them to her breasts as they fed from her body for hours.

Beth managed to snap herself out of the fantasy just as she reached the showers.

“Soon!…” The young cow reminded herself, placing her clothes in a cubby hole by the entrance “…Soon!..”

She didn’t want to get herself too excited; convincing herself that she was already pregnant before she nilüfer escort knew for certain. But she would be lying to herself if she tried to deny the changes in her body. The sudden, huge spike in her milk supply. Her appetite had become voracious their round tummies pushing out from under their huge tits. Beth smiled as she watched another cow help one of the expectant mothers to scrub the areas that were hard for her to reach.

A taller woman using the shower beside her turned around. Even surrounded by her well-endowed sisters, Beth’s eyes widened the easiest way to identify a female’s status in The Barn.

Sure enough, at the top of her cleavage sat an iridescent platinum pendant; a winged sandal with eight or nine tiny sparkling diamonds glinting in the light. Beth’s docile brain scrambled for a moment before concluding that this Hucow must belong to a bull named Hermes, although she had never seen him.

The woman finished rinsing her hair and opened her eyes. Her gaze locked with Beth’s awestruck expression for a second before she broke into a warm smile.

It was Melanie! The beautiful matron Hucow. Beth had been so encapsulated by her chest that she hadn’t immediately recognised her. Beth’s heart suddenly fluttered her huge breasts squashing roundly against her tummy. Beth was a fair bit shorter than Melanie streams of hot water tickling her face as they ran down the chasm between the matron’s round udders.

When they finally released each other, the two women laughed and Melanie giggled like a schoolgirl as Beth allowed her curiosity to prevail and reached out to caress the older woman’s ginormous bursa sınırsız escort milkers.

Beth gasped in amazement as her small hands struggled to even lift the huge weight of her companion’s breasts. She tried to imagine the immense yields of creamy milk that she could deposit into the cups for her owner. How many babies she had nurtured into strong infants with those long teats. How many incredible, huge loads of hot seed she had received in her round belly. And how many Earth-shattering orgasms had crashed over her as she got fucked deep in her large ass.

The two women helped clean each other drying themselves off and heading towards the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed, Beth let out another squeal of joy gallons of rich cream being deposited into churns and taken away to be sold for profit.

“Don’t worry sweetheart!..” Melanie laughed as she noted Beth’s concerned expression when she revealed where her milk went.

“Every drop over your expected yield goes to your bull..” She clarified, “…It’s a clever tactic they use to keep the women eager to increase their supplies..”

“You’ve been very impressive on that front!..” She stated with a smile, her eyes gestured down to Beth’s huge bosom pulling the buttons of her blouse tight across her chest. The younger woman smirked playing nervously with her necklace.

Melanie gave her a slightly incredulous look. “Some women do!…But females like you the feeling of her body being filled with his enormous loads of hot seed as a reward.

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it work…” Beth repeated with even less conviction that before.

The two women continued their discussion amidst the café patrons and the conversation drifted away from the foreboding prediction from the older hucow. The two females eventually parted ways at the café entrance with a final embrace the serene memory of the Barn floated in her mind and before long, Melanie’s cautionary warning was only a faint speck in her mind.