33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (20 page)

"You know," she kissed me on the nose, "you're going to be running the day to day operations while I run around acting like a cow. Don't worry," she said as she saw my eyes grow wide, "you'll be very well compensated. And not just with money." She somehow pulled me deeper into her and pressed her large, milk jugs to my chest as my cock stiffened inside her.

"I want you to give me a baby, John," she said as she began humping her hips up and down. "I want to be your pregnant Hucow. You want that, don't you?"

I nodded. "This is all so sudden," I admitted.

"Time waits for no man," she said as she directed my cock to her cervix with her Kegel muscles. "Put it in, John. Stretch my cow cervix and knock me up with a baby calf." She started mooing softly in my ears as my huge cock sunk into her extremely tight cervix.

"Is that what you really want? A baby?"

She nodded.

"What about your husband?" I asked.

"He's infertile. He knows that I can have any man I wish knock me up. It's all in the pre-nup." She kissed me all over my face and neck as she ran her hands along my back and chest. "Don't worry about him. He'll have to take care of it - knowing that it's not his."

"So you chose me."

Again, she nodded. "From the second I first saw you, I knew you were going to be the father of my child. I wasn't wrong, was I?" She pouted.

I shook my head as I kissed her pouty little mouth, moved her flaming locks from her eyes and grunted as my cock swelled inside her cervix. I don't know how she did it, but she somehow tightened her cervix, sending me into sensory overload.

"Cum in your submissive Hucow!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. My shaft swelled and I began releasing a torrent of scorching, potent sperm deep into her womb. I was actually knocking a woman up. And the most unlikely woman, to boot. She cried out as her orgasm hit at the same time as mine. I felt her arms and legs tighten around me almost to the point of not being able to breathe. She dug her fingernails into my back and held on for dear life as I pumped my dominant bull seed into her submissive cow womb.

"Oh my God, that was fantastic!" She said breathlessly. "I think I want you to come home with me sometime and meet my husband. He needs to know that his place as head bull has been taken. I want you to show your dominance over my husband by taking me in front of him. Do you think you can do that?"

I looked at her like she'd grown a third head.

"If you're worried about my husband; don't be. He's very much a beta male and will be more than eager to watch his wife get knocked up. Please say you will!" She looked up at me with her bewitching blue eyes as my dominant sperm leaked from her fertile pussy.

"Sure," I said with a confidence I didn't feel. "I'll dominate you and your husband at the same time."

"Great! How about tomorrow after work?"

I nodded as I slipped my messy cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her mouth. "Suck it clean, cow!" I demanded.

With long, slow licks, she erased all traces of my cum from my cock. This had perfect job written all over it.

Replacement Cow

Nikita Storm

I know I was driving well over the speed limit. I couldn't help it, though. I needed to get home and empty my full, engorged breasts. I'd just gotten off work and had forgotten to bring my pumps with me.

I guess I could've expressed myself in the work restroom, but that's kinda gross, you know? Besides, I really didn't want anyone walking in on me. I'd have been mortified.

So, it wasn't too much of a surprise when I saw the flashing red and blues behind me. I just sighed, found a good place and pulled over. I was going to have to take my medicine like a good girl.

"I'm sorry, officer," I said as soon as the large cop strode up to the car. "I was just in a hurry and --"

"Ma'am," he said, cutting me off. Oh God, he was looking at my leaky, see-thru blouse. I just wanted to hide in shame, never to be seen again.

"Yeah?" My heart was hammering in my chest a million beats a minute. I may have been embarrassed, but my womanly instincts kicked into high gear as I got a look at the studly officer. He stood about six-three, had long, sandy blond hair and was sporting a five-o'clock shadow.

"I don't know what you're blabbering on about and I really don't care."

I looked up him with a stunned expression on my face. "You mean you didn't pull me over for speeding?"

He shook his gorgeous head and smiled. "See that farm just up the road?" He pointed.

"The McCray Farm?" Everyone knew about them. They were the largest farm in the state. I'd often buy fresh eggs from them. Sometimes, if they weren't busy, they'd even let me see the hens that laid them.

"Yes, that one."

God, his blue eyes melted my heart. I forgot all about my overfilled breasts. Suddenly, they weren't the only things that were leaking.

"They tragically lost their cow today."

"Oh no!" I said, putting my hand to my mouth. I knew how much they relied on their cow. It was a major source of income for them. "What does this have to do with me?"

He smiled. "They ordered me to track you down and see if you'd be willing to replace their cow for a few days until a new one can be shipped in from Texas."

My mouth opened and closed several times as I tried to comprehend what the officer was saying. A cow? They wanted me to replace a cow? What in the Sam hell were they thinking? And why me?

He must've seen the confusion on my face as he said to follow him and it would all be explained and that I could back out anytime I felt uncomfortable.

He got back into his patrol vehicle and I followed him the mile or so to the farm's entrance. My mind was whirling so fast with so many questions that I couldn't think straight. So I just zoned out and followed the officer.

We pulled around back and an older lady of about sixty came running out of one of the barns.

"Thank the heavens you're here!" She grabbed my hand and practically pulled me into the barn behind her. She was a lot stronger than she looked. I turned to see the officer ducking back into his patrol vehicle. That unnerved me.

"What's going on?" I demanded after we entered the barn. I looked around and saw several cows milking, eating and mooing in the stalls all around. There was one stall, however, that was empty. I shivered.

"Didn't Trey tell you? Oh, I guess he was in too much of a hurry. You know those boys!" She waved her arm toward the barn door and brought me over to the empty stall.

"What didn't he tell me?" I asked as I looked at the milking implements suspiciously.

"Be a good cow and wait here. I'll fetch Roy for you - he'll explain everything."

"Roy?" I asked.

"Yes, my husband, he'll get you up to speed." She hugged me. "Bless your heart for helping us on such short notice."

"No problem," I lied as I watched her scurry away and I was left all alone with the cows.

"Hello!"

I heard a feminine voice on the other end of the large barn, hidden behind some cows. I jumped as I thought I was alone.

"Hello?" I answered and started walking toward the voice. My heart stopped in my throat as I took in the scene before me. There was a very beautiful lady sitting on a milking stool hooked up to all kinds of suction cups with wires and implements going every which way. There was even a digital readout with numbers. Right now it said 10cc. I couldn't fathom what that meant. I jumped back when it beeped.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said as she reached into a pill-dispenser tray and sucked on what looked like a large gerbil water hose connected to the wall.

"What was that?" I said, shivering.

"The pill?"

I nodded.

"See those numbers?" She pointed to the red readout display.

"Yeah?"

"That's how much milk I'm pumping." She smiled as we watched the numbers grow.

"You're kidding, right?"

She shook her head. "No, it's true."

"You took a pill that makes you milk faster?" This was starting to get incredulous.

"Yeah, isn't it the coolest thing?" She couldn't have been more than nineteen years old.

I looked over my shoulder, leaned forward and whispered, "would you mind telling me what's going on in here?"

She looked at me puzzled. "Haven't you talked to Roy yet? He'll be able to answer all your questions."

"No," I shook my long, brunette hair. "Could you just tell me what I'm getting myself into. Please?"

She looked me in the eye for several moments and just when I thought she wasn't going to spill it, she came clean.

"I don't think I'm supposed to say anything, but the McCray's sold the farm and the new company is turning it into a Hucow farm."

"A what?"

"Shh..." she put her finger to her lips. "A Hucow. You know what that is, don't you?"

I shook my head.

"A Hucow is short for Human Cow. It's just a lactating woman who is made to milk and act like a cow. Some claim that Hucow milk has magical properties, but I don't know about that." She closed her eyes as she repositioned the suction cups.

"Unlike a regular cow," she continued, "who can only produce milk at certain times of the day, Hucows - by taking a special pill - can lactate anytime."

"How long have you been here?" I was mortified that something like this was going on right under our collective noses. What was next? Eggs from a HuChicken? That sounded even more absurd.

"A couple of months," she admitted wistfully.

"Months? The cop told me they only needed me for a few days!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did they really expect me just to stay here?

"Oh," she waved me off and glanced up to the display, which had risen to 50cc, "that's what I was told, too."

I looked at her with my hands on my hips. "Do they let you go home at night? Don't you have any friends or family?"

She looked at me coolly. "They let me stay here, that's all I need. I don't milk all day, just for a few hours."

"Well that's good --"

"Ah," A male voice boomed from behind me, "I see you met our other Hucow, Cynthia. I hope you've enjoyed your little visit."

I turned around and came face to face with a very rich, very powerful man. I could see it in his expensive business suit, the way he walked and the way he talked. He was not a man you crossed lightly.

"I was just explaining a bit about your operation, Mr. Hart." She turned to me. "This is Roy, he owns the operation now."

"Good to meet you Sarah. My wife told me all about you," he extended a hand and I shook it. His grasp was firm and I felt his power.

"Nice to meet you," I said weakly. I thought the cop was gorgeous? Oh God, this was a real man. He was probably the same age as his wife, early sixties, but he had a presence about him that let you know immediately who was in charge. I felt a droplet of cum in my already soaked panties. Which reminded me about my leaky breasts. They were starting to hurt.

"Yes, well, let's let Cow 14 go about her business, shall we?"

"Cow 14?" I asked, looking back at Cynthia. She pointed up above us and sure enough, there was a sign hanging down that said 'cow 14.' I wondered what number I was going to be.

"As you've no doubt gathered, we're not a typical milking facility. We're mooving," he laughed at his dumb joke, "into the twenty first century with a new vision in mind."

"What vision would that be, sir?" I asked as we stopped in front of my stall.

He turned and looked at me and I shivered at his dominant stare. "We aim to eliminate the need for milk cows within ten years. To cut down on costs, we're phasing out traditional bovine and replacing them with human cows.

"I don't get it," I said nervously. I couldn't believe how much this silver-haired man turned me on. He was old enough to be my father!

"What don't you get, miss?"

"What's stopping Cow 14 - I mean Cynthia - from just walking out? What keeps her here? And why are you so sure I want to be your Hucow? I've already got a good-paying job."

"Had," he corrected.

My eyebrows shot up. "Had?"

"Yes, your employer has been contacted and all the arrangements have been made."

I fumed, but said nothing as I realized I was dealing with a very powerful and potentially dangerous man.

"As for Cow 14, she likewise has no job and nowhere to go. This is her home and it's all she knows."

I looked at him incredulously. Was he putting me on? This had to be some kind of joke. "You're kidding, right? What happened to her family?"

"The same thing that's happened to yours," he said coldly.

I was almost too afraid to ask. "What's happened to my family?"

"Don't worry," he said, stepping forward and brushing his fingers through my hair. "They're being looked after. Just like you'll be."

He suddenly pressed his lips to mine and I began to resist and then realized that I was actually enjoying the feeling of this older man's mouth. My inner furnace lit up and I started feeling myself get flustered.

"What about your wife?" I said breathlessly as we parted.

"She doesn't care what I do to the Hucows. To her, you're just a number." He explained as he began running his hands all over my body. When he got to my breasts, I swear they begged him to set them free. They ached for release in a way that only full breasts can.

"What happens if I leave?" I protested as I felt him obey my breasts and unbutton my milk-stained blouse.

"Where would you go?" He said, ogling my humongous tits once they were finally free from their confines.

"Home," I said indignantly.

"This is your home for the foreseeable future."

I didn't care for the tone of his voice, but his silky smooth hand pressed against the side of my aching boob was too much to handle. I moaned at his touch.

"What about my husband and baby?"

"Like I said," he smiled, "they've been taken care of. When we're through with you, you'll all be reunited. Until then," he left my side to grab a pill from my stable, "you'll need to take this to forget all about them."