Don’t Waste a Drop: A New Hucow Joins the Farm! (Hucows, Harem, Pregnancy, Lactation, Exhibitionism)

[Third Installment](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j59jne/dont_wast_a_drop_a_happy_hucow_breakfast/)

Schlick, PLAP! Schlick, PLAP! “Unnnnn! D-do… Harder!” SLAP! “UNNNNG!” Sounds of a fat cock going in and out of of a wet hucow, and said woman moaning as she was put through her paces filled the room. Justine looked back, a breathless smile on her face as Joe gave it to her just the way she loved. She wiggled her hips then shoved them back against him while she tightened up her muscles, the big farmer gave a grunt and his thrusts stuttered for a moment before speeding up. And that was all enough to let her know she was having the desired effect on the man.

Breakfast was over and it was time for work. Namely upping production of the milk that made the Troyer Hucow Farm famous. Justine was heavily pregnant, and her heavy full breasts were even now attached to a pump in the middle of the room. It was a fairly large pump, almost three times the size of the small one that every hucow owned for when they couldn’t wait to get emptied properly. Every girl had scheduled milking time, and that milking would coincide with draining Joe’s “heavy equipment”. Everyone on the farm worked, and they all enjoyed their jobs.

The pump was stronger and Justine needed it. Her lovely breast’s had swollen up to a almost obscene degree. She was the third on today’s schedule, a schedule that had already been delayed a couple times. But the lovely blonde hucow didn’t mind. She was actually a bit of a masochist… SLAP! “Oooh fuck YES!” She nearly screamed out. Her normally pale plump bottom was nearly bright red on both cheeks, mostly the right one. Her head had a nice buzz on the scalp where his off hand was almost perpetually yanking on her hair, and tugging it roughly from side to side. She actually got a bit of enjoyment from overly full breasts and was always glad to be last. “Joe… G-grab me, grab m-GAGH! UNNNNG!!”

Her words were cut off as he gripped her through from behind with both hands and applied pressure. He almost rolled his eyes. He loved his girls, and did his damndest to appease all their kinks. At first doing this kind of rough play with Justine had scared him a bit, he didn’t want to hurt her, she seemed so delicate. But he’d come to learn that the tall Hucow loved it rough, and was actually begging him to ramp it up more. She’d been so excited to show him that tassled whip. He had to admit, her glee was contagious, and that along with a few other items were on their way.

But right now his thoughts were focusing on squeezing properly without crushing her windpipe, or hitting a spot that would knock her out in a few seconds instead of the delayed choke she loved. But as she shuddered in place, impaled on his cock and cumming her pretty blonde brains out, he knew he’d hit it just right. Her eyes rolled up and she started to go limp. He leg go of her, and reached to put his arms under hers to catch her, but she was already catching herself. Both arms on the mattress, she panted hard, and tried to work her hips on him. But she was worn out… and by the look of the clear lines coming from her tits, she had been emptied out of the lion’s share of her swollen chest.

She breathed hard as he pulled back. Her dazed, and almost drunken expression took a few seconds to clear, then she looked back and frowned. “You… You didn’t finish?” She sounded honestly hurt. He couldn’t help but wince. “Uh… No, I guess not.” her eye’s went wide and the look of shock and hurt on her face was clear. “Well put it back in!” She shook her ass in a truly enticing way, even as she was still panting and barely able to lift said hips up. He winced, wanting that ass. “I was focusing more on not going too far is all, heh I had to take care of you proper. But you relax for a bit. I got that new girl showing up soon so I could probably use a little more fuel for the fire anyway.”

“And ‘sides, you’re coming into a more delicate state, don’t go wearing yourself out just to drain muh’ jewels.” He grinned at her, winking as he grabbed at his balls. She bit her lip looking at them torn. She loved his cock, and those big balls, but she was tired. She was within a couple weeks of delivery. For a moment she held a small grudge against those two sluts from this morning who had gotten his earlier loads and probably made him a bit less sensitive. But then again the wait had really made her own orgasm pretty damn good. She huffed slightly frowning. “I suppose… I do want you to show the new girl a good time. But I want you to come stay with me tonight… Baby misses daddy.” She gave him a smile that was somehow both sexy and outrageously adorable as she put both hands on her swollen bump.

He couldn’t say no to that on the worst day of his life, and a cheesy grin lit up the big farmers face. He bent down to put a hand on the platinum blonds chin and got a quick kiss. “Deal.” He pulled back, and turned to the pump, getting it situated as she undid her milkers. He couldn’t help but glance over appreciatively, her nipples were massive after the pumping. He was tempted to take a drink, but new the machine had pretty much emptied the tap. And the reservoir was for customers. Speaking of which.

“Damn!” He whistled appreciatively, and looked from the nearly full tank to the Hucow that produced it. “Girl you just about topped her off! Heh, atta girl!” She beamed, a lovely smile as she crossed her arms under her breast’s. “Well you know its cause you take the time to really… stimulate production.” She gave him a wink that reminded him why he got up in the morning every day. “Oof… Damn girl… If I didn’t have to change out this tank I’d have to take you up on that earlier offer, but I gotta rush.” She grinned at him then, threw her robe on and left the room. Her hips swaying through it in a awfully distracting way.

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It took the burly farmer about 15 minutes to get the milk tanks sorted out. He knew the new girl would be in today and went to take a quick shower. Running into a chattering pair of brunettes he got kisses on both sides of his cheeks from Clarabelle and Isabella as he went into the restroom. He was just glad those two weren’t at each others throats. He could hear Izzy mentioning something about how Clara should spend more time in the kitchen before he closed the door.

Coming out cleaned up, beard trimmed, and cologned he was ready. A new cow could always be a stressful time. Like a cross between a date and a arranged marriage. He had a fairly good sized farm and a reputation for quality. Quality milk came form happy cows, and he did his damndest to keep them that way.

Heading for the front door he was met there by a very tall, very darkskinned woman. She turned to him with a raised eyebrow. She was wearing a business suit with a skirt just above kneelength, and her stomach had the slightest of bumps. Which was barely noticeable for her immense breasts that was just about pouring out of the top, or her incredibly wide hips being squeezed tight by the dark skirt. Her hair was in long fine braids, and currently pulled back and up into a bun. “Joeseph I was about to call for you, you know this is important.”

She never raised her voice, and the man blushed slightly in embarrassment. “Sorry Kerryann, I hurried up fast as I could.” She raised an eyebrow over the frames of her elegant glasses, then smirked. “Yes, I heard you didn’t finish with Justine.” He really blushed then. Darn gossiping cows…! “You know you better be careful there, a girl can take that kind of behavior badly after a time. Not that I’d know…” She looked off, a haughty smirk on her dark and fine cheekboned face. Kerryanne was one the oldest cows on the farm. Both in age and how long she’d been there. She was Joe’s right hand woman, and helped keep the books instead of just lazing around like some cow’s. He wasn’t her first farmer, but she affirmed that he was far from the worst.

Actually, when it was just her and the other girls she could at times be said to say he was the best… But you had to work for it, and Joe just knew her as a calm, cool, and very collected woman. In heels she stood eye to eye with him, and could even intimidate the muscle bound man at times. But she was near and dear to his heart and he trusted her implicitly. Not just cause part of him fell in lust with her every time he came within five feet of her. Even now his gaze wandered to her plump backside as he straightened non existent wrinkles in his suit.

She turned and poked him with a pen, “Focus. They should be here soon. And keep your eyes up.” She smirked again, plump lips, shaded dark purple smirked again and she tapped her pen against one of the rounded horns on her head. They pushed out just above the ends of her eyebrows, and went out and up in smooth curves. He winced again, then forced a smile, willing himself to relax and get professional. “No problem Kerry.” She gave him a sharp look, and he winced. She always wanted to use her full name, but he slipped sometimes. He was about to apologize when the door began to open into the large farm houses entrance and parlor.

Two women entered. Two hucow’s… A older woman with a rather voluptuous figure, and a obviously quite younger one. The older woman’s skin had a smoky complexion, and her dark eye shadow made her large eyes appear even more so. The younger had a lighter complexion, that was almost turning a shade of yellow. He wondered if it was makeup, or the light shining off her bright clothing. They both wore very traditional indian attire and Joe couldn’t name half the pieces of clothing. A sari? Arm bangles? Little red gems on their foreheads? They both looked darn pretty… They also had surprisingly long horns that came from their brows angled sharply up and out for several inches.

The older woman came up and gave him a small bow, he and Kerryann went to return. Kerryann giving a proper “Namaste.” And Joe hurring to follow. The older woman gave a small smile, the younger’s a bit more awkward. Everyone knew what they were there for. Kerryann lead the way, bringing everyone to the next room to take seats and have tea brought out. Joe gave a happy smile at the redheaded Hucow that came through the doors, Suzie was a bundle of energy and no doubt had volunteered to help Kerryann out. Probably sworn to keep her mouth shut by the older Hucow to do so. She grinned at Joe none the less, but stayed busy.

“Miss Rai thank you for coming to the Troyer farm. I am Kerryann one of Yoseph’s suppliers, and his adjutant and assistant. We spoke on on the phone recently.” The term was one of the more respectful way’s of saying a hucow. The older woman nodded to this. It was obvious just from her horns of course. “Yes. It is lovely to meet you. I had no idea you were one of his *gaay*.” Joe blinked at the word. Had to be hucow or something similar he guessed. Kerryann just smiled. “Yes, and a experienced one. We have a very good relationship, one that I think will show you how well your daughters time could be spent here.”

The older woman’s face went just a bit stern, lips pursed. “And what if I do not with my daughter to be a laborer. She is to be cared for, respected, and given respect as her status warrants.” The woman didn’t raise her voice, but Joe got the feeling she wanted to yell the words. Kerryann handled it all smoothly, not batting an eye. “Your daughter would be part of the Troyer family, she would be given ample respect and care. I choose to aid Yoseph and to take a place in the success of this farm and all it produces. Myself being one of the most potent suppliers of production.” The woman straightened her back, and her absolutely massive bosoms bounced all their own.

The woman looked at them directly like a challenge. The daughters face went bright red. Joe felt at a bit of a loss. “Uh, Lady’s… please?” The woman turned her eye to him and huffed. “I do not think he looks capable of stimulating such production. You have… gifts.” She gave another glance to Kerryann’s huge bahonkahooies then focused back on Joe. But I doubt he enabled them.” Kerryann’s expression changed, she smirked. “I’ve had two full terms before Yoseph, and after being with him I rose two additional cup sizes.” This made the indian cow milf’s eyes go wide, if only for a second before she steeled herself. Her rather petite daughter’s eyes stayed wide, her light complexion darkening badly as blood rushed to her face. She stared at Kerryann’s tits, then looked at Joe. And not even realizing it the young cow’s hands came up to rest on her own chest in a way that showed more hope than she wanted to admit.

Here was the truth of the Hucow industry. Everyone wanted hucow milk! It was the best! It was tasty, it gave you tons of energy, and it could even speed up healing! But it was tricky to produce in quantity. But some people had a nack… A hucow wih a good stud who provided proper stimulation could produce… a lot. And it showed in their bust size. Some were just naturally busty of course, Kerryann had never been a washboard, but the truth of this growth stimulation could not be denied! Because Yoseph Troyer came from a family of Hucow breeders, and he had the knack like crazy. It was just one of the many reason’s his cow’s loved him.

The older woman looked from one to the other, then made a choice. “I want a demonstration.” Everyone’s eyebrow’s went up. “Miss Rai?!” “Mother?!” “What the heck?!” The woman stood up and slammed her hands on the table, her own bosoms, not in anyway petite bounced. “I will take a demonstration, and if it is to my satisfaction then I shall leave my daughter in your care. Do you accept Mr. Troyer?!” She looked Joe right in the face, and his heart was pounding. But damn, she was a fine indian milf… But this was a business! He looked over to Kerryann who was frowning, but didn’t make a move other than to meet his eyes. It was his decision.

Because it was a business, but his seed was almost as important as his girls milk. This woman wasn’t just asking for a sample of his… stimulation abilities, there was a good chance she was currently ready for breeding! As in, no bun in the oven and ready for more! That was practically theft of property, but then again, he’d also get access to the vaunted Indian Hucow market. To that culture Hucows were special, very nearly sacred in some places. And Indian Hucow milk fetched a hiiigh price. He bit his lip, looked at Kerryann, then at the woman, and then at her badly blushing daughter. “I’ll do it.”

The Indian woman grinned. “But I don’t even know your name.” He followed up with and she almost fell over. “Oh… Yes, I am Priya, and this is my daughter Anjelli.” He blinked, doing his best to imprint their names and not forget. He had a feeling he’d be getting pretty distracted soon! He nodded, “Alright, well I’m Yoseph, but everyone just calls me Joe! Nice to meetcha” He smiled at the mother, then the daughter. The mother smirked despite herself and the daughter, still a bit panicked at the idea that her own mother was going to do this… and in front of her! Smiled back. The american farmer was very friendly. And very cute. And he could… do things to a hucow that she’d dreamed about. She stole another look at the black hucow’s immense cleavage, and suddenly was actually excited to watch her own mother get bred! Wait, did she just think that!?

“Ok, so uh, you wanna go to a room or-” RIP! The sound of the indian woman tearing her top open seemed shockingly loud, and suddenly her large and nicely round tits were on display. There was only a bit of droop to them. She appeared to be older than Kerryann by almost a decade, but was still in great shape. Her breast’s large dark nipples and aereola’s, with the rest of them being a bit lighter in color, more like her daughters skin tone. “I want you to do this right now, right here…” “Oh my god mother…!” Her daughters shocked face and expression would be hard to ignore if Joe didn’t have a nice pair of Milf titties on the other side of the table. His tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth and he nodded. “You’re on missy.” He started to stalk around the table as he undid his pants.

Kerryann started to grin. Obviously this woman was more emotionally engaged than she’d wanted to reveal. She could understand to a degree, Joe had a strong effect on hucows. She watched him move around, yanking his shirt off. Both of the Indian cows gave small gasps. His chest and arms were muscled, his stomach just a bit soft from very good eating with hair over his defined pecs. Joe just grinned, getting into his cocky stud persona on instinct. The dark skinned cow felt her own nethers quiver, and cursed knowing Justine had claimed him for the night. But she was first for the next day as well.

Their enjoyment at the strong farmers build was put to shame by the cry’s of surprise and lust as he got closer, pushed his pants down, and a massive throbbing cock came into view. They both failed to speak english for a moment. The daughter actually looking scared for a bit, but the mother brought a hand up and bit onto one finger hard. He noticed the back of her hand was covered in pretty henna drawings, and her nails were long and sharp looking with sparkling coats. But he was on a mission, and as he came closer he put his arm around to the back of her head, her long straight hair getting in his fingers and he pulled the Indian hucow milf into a wet kiss that honestly surprised the woman.

She was valued and wealthy Hucow, few of her studs had ever had the nerve… and now this man, still so young she could almost call him a boy was pressing his mouth to hers! Her luscious red lips spread, and his tongue pushed into her mouth. His other hand came to a hip and pulled her tight and she felt his engorged cock push between her still clothed legs. She couldn’t help it, she moaned against him. And then both of his hands came up to grab her tits, and she gasped against him. Milk squeezed out, and that was forbidden! No one was to just.. just hand express milk! “You want it Priya? You want me to see if I can’t make these even bigger?” His voice was husky and she was nodding along rapidly despite her normally dominant attitude. “Say it… say what you want?” He thumbed her nipples and her ass was pushed back against the table. Her daughter sitting in her pushed back chair looked up at them in absolute astonishment. She’d never seen her mother lose any control!

“I want… I want you knock me up with that monster…” Joe grinned savagely and pulled her mouth close again for a rough wet kiss. Then both hands grabbed her hips and lifted her onto her ass. to get her up onto the table, then he began to pull her clothing off. Since part of it had ripped and the rest was rather loose it wasn’t that difficult. And the young woman next to them looked in shock as her mother was made completely naked. Joe grinned looking at her, his cock throbbing outrageously hard now. She was gorgeous. Her pussy was spread and leaking onto the conference table. Her breasts were dribbling milk now that they’d gotten started. And there was a lovely henna tattoo on her stomach, something almost heart shaped right over were her womb would be. It was like a target for him.

He lined his cock up. pressed it to her tight slit, and drove it in. He knew she was an experienced woman and didn’t even think to hold back. Might have been a mistake… “Oh-” She kept going, crying out in a loud harsh voice, words he couldn’t hope to understand. It kinda reminded him of Isabella! But he realized she had not been ready for his girth. But hell, she’d pretty much challenged him. And he drove in deeper! And though the woman gasped and moaned her high heeled feet wrapped around his waist to keep him close. Then he bent down to pull one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked deeply.

The woman’s eyes went wide and she moaned, one of the loudest and most heartfelt sexual cry’s she’d ever made in his life. He didn’t know. He didn’t know how expressly forbidden this was! He was setting an example that could ruin her daughter! He was… he was fucking her brains out! “AAAGHHH!” She moaned and her long nails grabbed and dug into his shoulders roughly as she pulled closer. And so the young american quickly became the best stud she’d ever had. Because he wanted her. Her was taking her! And she loved it.

Behind them Kerryann watched with a bitten lip and just a bit of nervousness. She’d planned to go over some of the more lesser known terms among the Indian’s, but… well it had all accelerated a bit too fast. He’d broken a couple different taboo’s, but the stupid bitch seemd to be enjoying it. Kerryann’s only problem was that since she wasn’t part of the stable the dark skinned cow couldn’t quite get rid of a jealous instinct she was having. But she eventually pushed it down. Hell, as much as this bitch loved it, maybe she’d want to join instead of her daughter. Or with her… That would be great for the farm. If maybe risking to drain Joe completely dry of all fluids in his body.

“M-mother!” The younger girl shouted in absolute shock. This was really happening! Her mother was being.. defiled by this man! She was in absolute shock! And horrendously disturbed… because it was really, really hot!! Mother had cried out when he’d first entered her, but now seemed to be having the time of her life! And as he pulled off her wet tit with a loud pop and got ont he other the young girl gasped at the same time as her mother, but for other reasons. “Yes… Suck it… Suck it you STUD!” The woman cried out and the daughter gasped covering her mouth.

This finally got the woman’s attention. “Oh.. Oh Anjeli… I thought I would tame him… make him easier for you to… to use.” She meant dominate, the younger woman knew how her mother was. “But its just so… s-s-s-sooooo…” She drifted off, voice shuddering as her pussy was hammered by short but incredibly deep strokes that were melting her brain. And before the woman’s eyes her mother experience one, then two, then several rapid continuous orgasm’s. She writhed on his cock, her nails clawing at him in desperation. Joe just kept railing the milf. Damn she was a loud cow! He kind aliked it though! He looked over her shoulder, to the dark hucow waiting for him to ‘seal the deal’, and he grinned widely. “Oh fuck yeah…. here it comes… I”m gonna fucking… hnng… breed this stuck up cow!” Priya just seemed to soak it up and want more. “D-do it! Take me! Break my cunt you animal!!!” She moaned out the last, and as her pussy gripped him like a velvet glove for her next orgasm his own rolled in.

You could only go balls deep into a stacked milf so many times with an audience before you give up and blow your load. And jizz that had been stirred up by Justine, then enticed by Kellyann, and now milked out by the eager cunt of a Cow old enough to be his mother he came. Hard. HNNNNNG fffffFUCK! YES!!” He gasped aloud and felt his cream filling her insides. He gasped , bent down and gave her one more wet kiss on her open panting face. “You… you gorgeous bastard…” She grinned at him weakly, and he finally pulled his cock out.” He was breathing very, very hard. He looked over to Anjelli.

“Well… I think you’re one of my girls now.” He gave her a small slightly weak smile. “Sorry about knocking up your mom.” He had zero doubt that he’d done exactly that, no one in the room disagreed with him. “But she’s a heck of a gal.” He gave her a once over and she just knew he was noticing the flaws of her build. Then he grinned. “And I think before too much longer you’ll be able to give her a real run for her money!”

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