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.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/j312mi/dont_waste_a_drop_the_house_of_happy_horny_hucows
Today’s the first time I’ve ever posted anything like this. I hope people enjoy it!
Comments and Criticism are welcome. I’m not sure if I’ll continue, and if I do how far I’ll take this. Or how realistic I want it to be… Would it be weird if the girls had horns? Or more fitting?
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