Chapter 39: Creating the Family HuCow Dairy Farm

Kristen, searching for some inspiration, heads out of town to the nearest dairy farm. She bikes and thinks as she drifts through the landscape, focused only on the all-consuming passion. The obsession to pen more stories.

She arrives at Smith Family Farms and stares out at the cows. Those are boring to her. She does spot some beautiful women moving around. A redhead that looks stunning with two younger women, maybe her daughters, moving about.

Kristen shivers in delight. She has this idea that the Smith Family Farm starts offering a new product. Something never before seen. Kristen memorizes the look of the women. She has no idea what their names are, but she’s certain it will come to her.

She heads back home, thinking about the story she’ll right. She’s so excited for it. She gets home and sits down at her desk. She opens her diary to the middle. It always opened to the middle. She starts writing her story, the names popping into her head.

Rex Smith

I moved through the stalls. The cows mooed as the milkers were doing their thing. I watched the pipes, everything seemed to be in order. I marched down them nodding in satisfaction. My wife was at the far end, monitoring the levels.

“How’s it looking?” I asked.

“We’re up a tad,” Dottie said and smiled at me. She had red hair and looked great in the tight jeans she wore with a Western shirt. “They’re producing today.”

“Good, good,” I said.

My eldest daughter, Loretta, stepped inside. She wore jeans, too, and an old T-shirt. She had a freckled face and her mother’s red hair. She stretched her arms over her head as she marched toward me in her boots. They were muddy. Her T-shirt pulled tight over her modest breasts.

“The hole in the fence is being fixed by the hands, Pa,” said Loretta. “And Mary Jo’s not watching the cheese press.”

I sighed and glanced at my wife. “Where’d your daughter run off to, woman?”

Dottie gave me a hard look, her arms folded beneath her breasts. She never had the biggest ones. Just nice and round. “She’s your daughter, too. So don’t blame me when she runs off. She gets that tomboy streak from you.”

“I’ll go take a look at the press,” I said, shaking my head. “Help your mother.”

“Yes, Pa,” said Loretta, smiling at me. At least I had one reliable daughter to leave the dairy farm to. My great-grandfather founded the place. I didn’t want it to fall out of the family especially since we’d been doing amazing the last decade.

I headed off, shaking my head. Mary Jo ... That girl ... Too big to tan her backside.

Rex, the owner of Smith Family Farms, is thinking of a new plan to save the family farm.

Production of cow milk is down again. If he doesn’t do something, creditors will take the farm. It’s then that he has a new idea for a new product. He can’t believe it. The idea is radical. Would it work? He starts to think about it, his cock getting hard.

You see, working around the dairy cows has caused his wife and two daughters to spontaneously start lactating. A sympathetic reaction to the cows. They produce so much milk that they have to use milk pumps a few times a day. They just toss it down the drain, but what if he could sell it?

What if he could turn his wife and daughters into human milk cows?

HuCows.

Rex Smith

With production up, it was time to expand the milking barn. I would need Mary Jo...

I took a step and froze, inspiration hitting me. Of course, that was how I could save the farm. We were doing so badly, that I wasn’t sure how to keep the bank away. I wanted to expand for years, but now it was all I could do to keep us in the black.

Barely.

Now...

I smiled as I had the plan. It would require some tinkering with things. As soon as the cows were done milking, I would go to work modifying a few stations. I hummed at the thought, planning it out. I would need to modify the cups. They had to fit human breasts, not cow udders.

I could fashion those easily enough. Lactating had increased the size of their breasts. They were all I-cups, even Mary Jo. On her petite form, they made her seem top-heavy. So I just had to make cups to fit them.

I headed into the workshop and started it. Loretta peeked in, asking, “What you doin’, Pa?”

“Just an idea,” I said. “Might give us some more money.”

“Great,” she said. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Nope,” I said. “Just tell your mother I might need her for a test run.” I held up the plastic and eyed my daughter’s huge breasts. Her t-shirt was stretched over those large tits, leaving her bellybutton bare. She wore short-shorts that left her legs bare and hugged her ass.

She was such a cock-tease. I know a father wasn’t supposed to look at his daughter, but ... Damn, she was stacked and hot.

“Well, that seems like ... something,” she said. “Like a boob cup. You doin’ something kinky, Pa?”

I just winked at my eldest and kept working.

Then I headed into the milking barn and swapped out the cups on one of the milkers. I had made enough for all of them, but I was just testing it out. My wife, Dottie, entered the barn, her western-style shirt tied beneath her two bouncing titties that left her midriff bare. I knew my farmhands were always staring at Dottie. She wore a jean miniskirt that left her gorgeous legs bare.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m gonna milk you,” I said and held up the two cups.

“Oh, you are, are you?” she asked. She arched an eyebrow at me.

“We are dumping a valuable resource down the drain,” I said. “You and the girls got that breast milk. We could be sellin’ it at a premium. HuCow milk could be the next big thing.”

I grinned at my wife, arching my eyebrow at her. She shivered and bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowing. She wasn’t happy.

Dottie Smith

“That is the most disgusting thing in the world,” I huffed. “Milk your wife and daughter like we’re cows. HuCows? What does that mean? Human Cows?”

My husband winced. “We need to do something to save the—”

“No!” I stamped my foot. “I will not do it!”

Mrs. Dottie Smith is onboard with the plan.

Dottie Smith

“I will absolutely do it,” I said, my tits jiggling from my emphatic foot stomp. I untied the knot of my shirt, tugging on it. I never wore bras any longer. I just had to milk my tits all the time. “Hook me up, Rex! Milk your wife!”

He grinned at me at the sight of my big, heavy tits. They had gone from C’s to I’s nearly overnight. Becoming a HuCow had just changed them. I loved it, though. I was so happy to have these big, soft titties. Milking them was such a drag.

It did feel good to use a milk pump on my nipples, but it also wasn’t a good thing. I shouldn’t have to be milked. I knew that. I was just so glad to have my husband’s support. He clearly was eager to milk me. He wanted to just hook me up to the pumps.

How naughty of him.

He held the cups out and slipped them onto my tits. It was nice having those around me. He then turned on the switch. This was an industrial milker. It had far more suction than the little breast pumps they sold for women.

“Fuck!” I gasped. “Oh, jeepers, that’s good. That’s so fuckin’ good.” I glanced at my husband. “Yes!”

The milk was flowing out. It made me shiver as the creamy delight squirted from my aching nipples. My eyes rolled back in my head as the machine was working hard. I watched my husband grinning at me.

God, it would be hot if he fucked me. Just rammed his big dick into me right now.

I shuddered at that thought as we kept milking me. My husband was watching the station. He had it routed to a testing tank. It was filling up with milk. He turned off the machine. I gasped as the suction ended.

I wanted it back.

He grabbed a cup and twisted the valve. Milk poured out, white and creamy. He tasted it and frowned. He handed it to me. I tasted my own breast milk. It was sweet and had this melony aftertaste, but ... It was lacking something.

“This milk just isn’t good enough,” he said. “Maybe we have to adjust your diet.”

“Maybe,” I said, racking my brain for ideas. “It might be stress. You know, the foreclosures.”

“What can we do about that?” Rex muttered. I felt so bad for him. This was his family farm. Mine, too. I had put my life into it. I was glad to be his partner.

Dottie suggests Bubba the ranch hand fuck her as she’s being milked. That would make it taste better. Plus, she’s secretly always wanted his big, Black cock to fuck her.

Dottie Smith

My pussy melted as I knew the best way to be relaxed. Bubba. The Black farmhand. I had lusted after him for months, controlling myself. I wasn’t going to cheat on my husband, but if there was anything that would melt away my stress.

“I got an idea,” I said, “but you’re not gonna like it.”

My husband frowned. “What?”

“I need Bubba to fuck me while I’m being milked,” I said. “It’ll relax me.”

My husband blinked. “If you need a fuckin’, I can do it.”

“You won’t relax me. I need something new. Something I’ve never experienced. A different man. Yes, yes, I’m a HuCow. I need to be stimulated. That’s what I need. Bubba can do it. It’ll make the milk taste amazing.”

“It better,” my husband muttered. “Shit, it better.”

I nodded, hoping it would because I really, really wanted to be fucked by him. I bet he was hung. I bet he had such a huge dick that would feel so amazing fucking me. I craved that so much. My husband pulled out his phone and used the walkie-talkie app we had on it.

“Bubba, can you come to the milkin’ barn,” he said into it.

“Sure, Mr. Smith,” said Bubba. “Be right there.”

I shuddered in delight and unzipped my skirt. The milking cups stayed on my tits, suctioned in place. I pushed off my skirt and shoved off my thong as I did it. My pussy came out, my juices soaking the air. The sweet aroma filled my nose. My red hair swayed before me.

“Smell like a whore,” my husband muttered.

“Just means I’m ready to be relaxed, doesn’t it?” I asked him, my pussy burning. “Don’t be jealous. You know I’m only doing this for the farm.”

“Right, right,” my husband muttered. He didn’t sound terribly convinced. But that was okay. I didn’t need him convinced. I just needed him to go along with it. “You best be puttin’ out today.”

“Oh, I will be,” I said. “‘Sides, if we are expandin’ to our daughters, they’ll be needin’ to relax, too.”

My husband smiled. Yeah, he had the hots for our daughters. A mother could tell. That was fine. They were grown up with huge titties. They were HuCows like their mother. I shuddered at that thought as the barn door opened.

Bubba entered.

“Mr. Smith, I...” He blinked. “Shit, I didn’t ... I don’t ... What you two...”

“I need you to fuck my wife,” said my husband. “She needs your cock in her to help her breast milk taste sweeter. If we don’t crack this, we’re gonna lose the farm. As it is, not sure how much longer I can afford to keep payin’ you and Joss, so...”

Bubba grinned. The brawny, Black man started unhooking the straps of the denim overalls he wore. He pushed those down. He had this hungry look in his eyes. He wanted to just feast on me. I could see it in his eyes. He shoved his overalls down and his underwear. His cock popped out.

Big and ebony. I shuddered, my cunt clenching at the size of him. My husband noticed.

“Fuck me,” muttered Rex.

“No, fuck me,” I moaned as Bubba moved up behind me. “Get that big, Black dick in me. You gotta fuck me hard. We gotta save our farm.”

“Yes, Mrs. Smith,” Bubba said and nuzzled his cock into my pussy. I shuddered. I had only enjoyed my husband, and now...

Bubba buried his cock into my pussy. He slammed to the hilt in me. It was so good to have him filling me up. I squeezed down on her. I groaned at the feel of that huge dick in me. It was so good. I squeezed down on him.

I savored his cock in me. It was just amazing to have that mighty rod in my cunt. He gripped my hips and pumped away at me. He fucked me with all that he had. He buried into me with such force. It was so good to have him fucking me like that.

“Shit, Mrs. Smith, that’s good. That’s some good pussy you got. Oh, damn, that’s amazing!”

He thrust away at me. He fucked me with such force. I shuddered as he pumped away at my snatch while my husband watched. I was being such a naughty wife. I squeezed my cunt down on his thrusting cock, loving him fucking me.

“Turn it on,” I moaned.

My husband threw the switch.

The pumps started working on my tits. I gasped out in ecstasy at that. My nipples burst in delight. The milk flooded the cups and flowed through the pipes. My pussy clamped down on that big dick fucking me. He pounded me so hard. He buried into me with all that force.

He pounded me as the machine milked me. I groaned as he buried into my cunt over and over again. His nuts slapped into my clit. I gripped the sides of the stall, bracing it as the Black stud fucked me like a bull on a heifer.

I was a HuCow. I needed my Black bull fucking me.

I squeezed down on that big dick. I loved the way his cock buried into my cunt again and again. He fucked me so hard and fast. He buried into me with all that he had. It was just incredible to have that huge cock in me as the machine suckled at my nipples.

My milk squirted from my nipples and flowed through the pipes. I whimpered as that stud pounded me. He buried into me with all that force. He knew what he was doing to me. It was so good to have him ravishing me like this.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned as he hammered me.

“Mrs. Smith!” he growled as he buried into my cunt over and over again. “That’s good. That’s so good!”

“So good!” I whimpered as he fucked me. “Just keep fucking me like that. Just keep pounding me. How’s the milk?”

My husband filled the glass and sipped it. He groaned and closed his eyes. It was better. I shuddered in delight knowing I would have to be fucked hard like this every time I was milked. That would be a couple of times a day.

A HuCow being milked while a huge rod slammed into her cunt.

My milk gushed from my udders. I was producing so much, too. Being fucked just made a HuCow produce more milk. I could feel that as that big dick fucked me. He pounded me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him burying into me.

He fucked me with force. He pounded me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him burying into me. He fucked me with such passion. It was so good to have him burying into me like that. I groaned, squeezing my snatch down on him.

“Mrs. Smith!” he grunted as he pounded me.

“Mmm, yes, yes, produce that amazing milk,” I moaned. “Fuck me so hard. I need this! Right, Rex!”

“Yes, Dottie,” my husband said and took another sip of my breast milk. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I beamed as I loved Bubba fucking me with passion. With such force. The Black stud hammered me with his ebony cock as the milk gushed out of my tits. I whimpered, rising toward my orgasm. I trembled, so much milk squirting from my breasts.

My udders were not running dry so long as that mighty, Black cock slammed to the hilt in my snatch. He fucked me with force. He pounded me with all that he had. I squeezed my cunt down on his dick. I loved the feel of his cock plowing into my snatch. It felt so amazing.

“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned.

“Cum on my dick, Mrs. Smith!” Bubba grunted, the machine suckling at my tits.

I shivered at the heat of his rod fucking me. He pounded me. He plowed to the hilt in my cunt as my pussy clamped down on him. This was just so wild. My entire body trembled from the force of his thrusts. He slammed to the hilt in me.

“Yes!” I squealed, my milk squirting from my nipples.

I came.

My pussy spasmed around the stud’s cock. My husband watched me howling my head off as Bubba pumped away at my writhing cunt. My snatch hungered for his cum to flood me. I needed that to really make this great.

“Cum in me!” I moaned.

“Yes, ma’am!” Bubba growled and buried his Black dick into the hilt in me.

He erupted.

His cum flooded my body as my milk filled the cups. I groaned, the machine suckling at my tits as my pussy writhed around Bubba’s spurting cock. He flooded my cunt with all his spunk. He pumped blast after blast of cum into my pussy. He filled me up with all that cum. It was just so good to have him spurting into me.

It was an incredible moment. I loved that heat washing over me. It was so fantastic. I groaned through the heat of this moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as the stud dumped all his load into my married pussy.

“I’m a HuCow!” I squealed as Bubba erupted one last time into my pussy.

“Yes, you are,” my husband said and handed me the glass.

I drank my warm, sweet milk. I groaned in delight at the flavor. It was wonderful. This would save the farm. I would get fucked so much. My husband would get his turn, too. So would Joss, our other farm hand. Yes, yes, we had just enough studs to fuck my daughters and me.

Three HuCows saving the family dairy farm.

“We gotta get the girls,” I moaned, my milk finally slowing. “See how much we can produce. I think three milkings a day will be the limit.”

My husband nodded and pulled out his phone. “Loretta, Mary Jo, get your butts to the milkin’ barn right now.”

Rex Smith

Of course, only Loretta showed up.

“You sure about this, Mama?” she asked as she was naked and had the cups hooked to her breasts. Loretta’s freckled face glanced back at her mother.

“Of course,” my wife said and knelt before Bubba. I frowned at her. Was she going to suckle that big, Black cock? “Just enjoy your father fuckin’ you. It’ll be worth it! Now...”

“Fuck, Mrs. Smith,” Bubba groaned as my wife bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down his cock. She was sucking on him with such passion. Just nursing on him like her life depended on it. “Damn, Mrs. Smith.”

My wife suckled like a whore as I moved up behind my daughter. It was so hot to fuck her. I pressed my cock into her pussy folds. She had a trimmed bush that dripped. She glanced at me over her shoulder, smiling.

I turned on the machine.

“Papa!” she gasped as it started sucking. I gripped her hips and thrust against her pussy.

I hit her hymen.

My oldest daughter was still a virgin? Well, she wasn’t wild like her younger sister. Mary Jo was no virgin. I had to fire two farm hands because of that trollop, but my oldest was a good girl. She whimpered as her hymen stretched and stretched.

Then I popped into her cunt.

I groaned as I sank into her pussy. I savored the warmth of my daughter’s deflowered twat around my cock. I groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her hot flesh gripped me. I penetrated into her, loving every second of this.

It was so good to sink into her hot flesh. I loved the feel of her around me. She was so good to have devouring my cock. I loved the way her cunt suckled at me. She drew me in. It was so good to have her engulfing my cock.

Just wonderful.

The machine hummed as she moaned, “Papa!”

“Mmm, that’s my little HuCow,” I groaned. “Just let the milk flow and enjoy.”