Don’t Waste A Drop: The House of Happy Horny Hucows!

You could say its really more of a farm at this point. But it is a happy place. A home for special girls, and the only stud around that can keep up with them.

The day starts out early, and ends the same. Usually with at least one power nap in the middle to keep the guy from burning out. But its hard to really run out of energy with the kind of motivation he gets. What kind of motivation? Like when he wakes up in room four. Clarabelle’s room, he rarely falls asleep in his own. She’s one of the more experienced cows if not the oldest. She should have been happy draining him dry the evening before, but she’s a bit of a greedy bitch and knows how to wake him up.

Because the first thing he hears is the droning pump of automatic milkers, followed by slightly over dramatic moans. It does feel good having the suckers pull out milk from her overly full tits. The mounds hanging from her chest swollen to levels that would make Dolly Pardon look light. His eyes opened and he turned to take in the view.

She’s not just laying back milking, or sitting down. No the hucow is standing up, leaning on a table in her room, tubes connecting suckers to her mammary’s. Her back side was in clear view to the Farmer, and his growing erection. She’s a brunette, on the short but eminently stacked side. Even before he took the time to make sure they were perpetually full her large chest would get attention. Now it made them impossible to ignore. Even when she didn’t have a pair of clear suction cups, partially full of continuously pumped milk. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and as he watches she undoes it to fall loose. Done up for sleeping and work, but down for his pleasure.

Her head turned at the sound of rustling fabric, he’s pulling the blanket off. Her lover’s stiff eagerness drawing her gaze as it comes into view from under the cover it had made a tent out of and the next moan she gave was quite a bit more authentic.

“Hnng, good morning…” The man rumbled as he got up from the bed, stepping on the overhauls he’d left next to it the night before and took his place behind the hucow. Hands finding soft hips as his throbbing cock pushed against a plump bottom. Clarabelle’s legs spread out just a bit more, to make it easier for him to access. She didn’t even think about it, she just wanted her stud first thing in the morning.

He reached down to adjust himself, his own over eager morning wood too stiff to dip under the much shorter cows backside without some assistance. But it was easy, instinct and practice finding the throbbing tip at her wet slit in moments. She lifted onto her toes for a few seconds, getting her end up just a bit higher, a small needy grunt leaving her voice as she makes the effort and then he’s there. His tip pushes in. His clenched tooth groan over taken by her happy moan. Her entrance is wet and very ready, taking most of his length in one good drive. She still lets out a slight whimper, its just a bit too deep for her first thing in the morning, but the hucow bites her lip.

He catches the sound anyway, and gives out a gruff “Oops, sorry shugah’ wasn’t thinking.” He pulls most of his shaft out. One hand is holding a hip, the other a bit higher, reaching around to touch her soft stomach with a light caress. He’s eager to see it fill up again, but at the moment he’s concerned.

She looks back, a bright eyed smile on her face as she gives a small shake of her head. “No its ok, I’ll get used to it baby, I **want it**.” The growl she makes in that last word makes his eyes widen. The way her smile turns sultry, her teeth biting her bottom lip has his nostrils flare and his grip on her body tightening. She straightens up and gets ready.

His next thrust is hard and deep, and her back arches as his hips smack into her ass. “Hnng!” The stud grunts, and both hands grab her hips as he starts to get out his morning lust. The hucow receiving a rapid, steady thrusting. Her fluids running across his shaft and starting to spread out her thighs. His heavy balls slap into her clit in rapid wet sounds that can barely be heard after the loud meaty thwacks of his hips on her ass again and again.

Clarabelle is soon panting, her mouth open. Her loud breathing and inconsistent moans getting louder. He moves his hips, his cock seeming to grind a certain spot and the hucow can’t quite keep a loud long moan from escaping. And it occurs to her that girls on the other side of her walls are going to hear it and know she’s getting double dipped against the rules of the house. That thought makes her give a extra dirty smile before she turns back to look at her stud, “Harder!”

She yells it out far too loud. The volume and the nasty smile he can see on the half of her face before she looks back makes him realize he’s breaking his own rules. “Ugn, aw fuck Clara- HNNG! They’re all gonna be pissed now!” He says but he gives the cow what she wants and the loud wet smacks of his hips on her ass somehow go up in octave.

“Oh you bitch!” One loud, somewhat nasal voice is heard from the wall to one side. “HAHA! Yeah, give it to that bitch!!” Another voice with a faint accent says from the other side. They definitely have an audience. The knowledge is too much for the needy cow and she starts to pant out constantly whimpering moans as she shoves her ass back and orgasms hard. “Oh god, oh god, oh GAAWWD!” She might have played up the orgasm, but honestly couldn’t think to as her farmer slammed his meat into her relentlessly.

His own orgasm was approaching. The man leaned closer reaching around and up. Strong hands grabbed at her full breasts. They were large with milk, smooth and lotion’d on the regular. And his rough grip as he started to maul her tits made her moan as another orgasm rolled out of her. He lifted her bosoms into easier view from behind. The clear suction cups were nearly flooded with milk, his squeezing and her own orgasm’s pushing out more milk than the pump normally handled. “Unng.. here it comes baby… HNNNG!!” The farmers eyes would have closed if he wasn’t enjoying the view so damn much. In the instant before his orgasm his he wondered about putting in a full sized mirror in the room so he could see more. Or perhaps a camera… But all of that disolved as his balls tightened up and unloaded into the very happy cow. A third orgasm overtook the woman as she felt her stud cum inside of her. His spasming hips still working her sopping wet pussy for several seconds as he pumped more and more into her.

They stood there panting for a bit. The hucow drooping a bit physically, a lazy smile on her face as she just barely keeps from collapsing onto the table. “Are you done yet? I was supposed to get first round you greedy cunt! UGH!” A disgusted yell from the next room has her grinning like the cat that got the cannary. The farmer lets out a sigh and takes a step back, his softening member leaving her.

“Well… I better get cleaned up and get to work. You know you just threw my whole schedule out of wack?” He said the words, not unkindly, as he gently grips her curves and helps to turn her around. Her self pleased smile doesn’t waver, the twinkle in her eye is wicked. He loves that smile and can’t help but return a smirk of his own. Her hands are moving all the while to turn off the pump on the table and get the suction cups off her nipples. And before he can get another word out the well bred cow pops up onto her toes and leans forward, planting a quick wet kiss on him. Her large tits pushing against his chest.

She falls back from the kiss to lay on the bed and look up at him, biting her lip again as she lounges back. “Sorry honey, but I know its never too much work for my stud.” She winks at him, and loves the way his eyes go up and down her body. Her heavy, slightly less full breasts. down to her closed legs and the very wet mound between them. “No go on ahead baby, get your drawers on and get to work…. Unless… You think you can go again with little ol’ me…?” And her legs start to spread as his blood pumps southward. Her hands grab her breast and squeeze, milk wells up and the unspoken rule of the house goes through his mind, and he licks his thirsty lips.

Don’t waste a drop.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j2tvyy/dont_waste_a_drop_the_house_of_happy_horny_hucows