Author: Fuzzy_Wuz_A_Nerd

Don’t Wast a Drop: A Happy Hucow Breakfast!

Joe Troyer, part time stud and full time farmer was getting a late start to his day. Clarabelle had been particularly… needy. Alright, he should have had more self control, but these things happened. He was weak first thing in the morning, and he was starting to realize the cow’s were catching on. And most of a good farmers work was done in the morning! He shook his head disgusted with himself as he walked down the hallway.

His home was rather large. The majority of it was a single story, wouldn’t do to have a bunch of pregnant cow’s going up and down the stairs all the time. So it looked odd from the outside, being large but low built. He made it three doors down when one opened and a voice cleared. He of course knew who it was, he knew every occupant very well.

“You know that’s why Clara isn’t s’posed to get you last. She takes advantage.” He rolled his eyes. Wasn’t his fault that Missy had bet away her time slot over a softball game of all things. The cow’s were always getting into it with each other and finding way’s to screw each other over over. But overall he was still in a good mood after making it out of Clarabelle’s room so he smiled anyway. Read more »

Trust Fun Brings All the Sluts to my Yard (Warning: Raceplay)

I wasn’t supposed to get the money… not this early, and not all of it! But dad kicked the bucket. We all saw it coming though.

Seriously, it was no surprised when I left behind the nice apartment I had and the second semester of college that was a week from starting, to go attend dad’s funeral. You know… I am going to miss him though. Even if it always felt like I had a inattentive grandfather instead of a father. Dad was pushing 60 when I was born. God know’s how he did it, but between a couple little blue pills and everything my money hungry mom could do she managed to get some of the old man’s swimmers to find the right way to go. The DNA tests they had me take when I was 8 proved it. Oh, that was when they divorced after Dad caught her getting railed by the pool and house boy. Read more »

Ex-Con Meets Ex-Wife, and Her New Husband… or New Bitch?

He’d been behind bars for just under five years. Not nearly as long as some men, but hey, he had connections on the outside and enough cash stashed to buy a decent lawyer. Could have easily been ten, add in some good behavior and he was free. And now he wanted back what was his.

She… didn’t want anything to do with him. The second he got pinched she’d called up a lawyer, shown up within a week with the papers to make it official. She barely spoke a word, and refused to look him in the eye. “Tch… fine. Not like I can do anything witchu’ while I’m in here. But you know I’ll get out, right?” She’d swallowed hard but resolutely kept her eyes away. “Heh.” She didn’t have to look at him to see the smirk on his face, the one that made her heart pound.

Five years later she had no idea he’d gotten out early. He had found out she’d remarried. Fuck, the two of them were shacked up in his home! Like she was trying to insult him. Or maybe, deep down, she knew he’d come back. And he looked up some info on the new guy. Read more »

A Mothers Work is Never Done! Chapter One

“GLURK GLURK HURK-Ahhh!” The loud wet suction noises followed by a deep breath for air filled the room. Margery gasped for breath, and brushed a strand of light brunette hair to the side. Her short cut hair was seldom in the way, but when things got hectic and she worked up a sweat she missed when it was long enough to put into a proper bun.

“Come on Mom, I’m so close!” Her son’s voice had that whining tone that both annoyed and oddly endeared her. He’d always been a momma’s boy, and even now he relied on her for so much. But it wasn’t his fault that the only woman that could take care of his needs was his own mother. She smiled up at her son, her red lipstick smeared around her mouth but somehow not managing to make a dent in the mother love of her smile as she looked past her son’s massive cock and met his eyes. Read more »

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. Read more »

Blissful Boy Owned Bitch: Day at the Theme Park! Chapter One

Susan was blessed with natural curves, a soft femininity that had ripened with age. And just a bit overweight, but it fit her frame perfectly. Plump in a way that screamed to be grabbed and groped. And it had been getting quite a bit of that recently.

She’d always been the shy conservative type. But not anymore! She stood in a crowd wearing an outfit she never imagined. For one it barely fits. Each piece of cloth is one, maybe two sizes too small. She’d been receiving a steady stream of glares from women, and nonstop shock and lust from men. Because the tight blue dress she wore was something more befitting a stripper. Not a curvy middle aged mother of three.

Pendulous breasts perpetually on the verge of popping free. The edges of her skirt constantly riding up on her thick thighs, forcing her to make painfully small and careful steps. Which were further agonized due to the towering pumps she was walking in. Her feet would be aching later. Read more »

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. Read more »

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