The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 16 by Lemaringouin translated by Pimanko Chapter 16 Return to the Fold * Martine, receptionist at the Good Breast diary, was on the telephone. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Walker. Non, Claudine hasn't come back yet, but she should be back soon. Hold on! I see her coming in right now. Can you wait a few seconds?" At that moment, Claudine...
As she was surreptitiously rubbing his cock, Ray Gainer was enjoying contemplating fucking the virgin: Vivian Laaning. However his excited happy mood soon became tempered as he wondered how he could practically take advantage of this apparent opportunity. He inwardly cursed himself for making his move so late, while the party was beginning to break up. Obvio...
Hi all, izenrann here again. Trying out something a little new, a little old in this chapter... exhibitionism! But I don't want to spoil too much. Enjoy the ride! ****** It was another bright and sunny morning at Brighton Farms (did they even have mornings which weren't bright and sunny) and Clarisse Evans, doctor and hucow, was off to get her weekly sche...
"I couldn't sleep any more. Figured I'd help." "Thanks, I can use the help. These old bones aren't what they used to be." We worked together in silence for a while. I put the milking machines together and got the feed down while Edith moved them into the barn and cleaned their udders. With the cows in the stalls, we placed the cups on their teats. We both...
When Britt told me about her conversation with Mrs. P. I was quite excited. If we could pick up some decent machinery I was all for it. I'd known the Podolski's all my life, I knew Bert took good care of his machinery and tractors. They had a pipeline that had been put in just three years ago, maybe I could buy it and have it installed in our barn. Bert was...
CHAPTER TEN -- SPECIAL VACATION The little cows are in the Milking Center, happily hooked up to the pulsators, wiggling their little cow bottoms in the air and slamming out one orgasm after another. They don't count 'em. What would be the point? With nubile, hairless young bodies that are shot full of space-age hormone treatments, on hands and knees at the...
Astrid assumed her position on the milking floor. Her massive udders were heavy and she needed relief in the worst way. The nipples ached and wept milk - she had bristled during inspection and for her rebellion she had been left in her cubical. Astrid actually had not meant to give offense - however, she had been unusually tender for the last week. She resi...
It was January 26th and I remember looking up from my work to see Chuck drive up to the milk house. Chuck was the local milk inspector who would visit about every three weeks. Even though it was always unannounced all the local dairy farmers knew close to when he would appear on our doorsteps. He stepped out of his truck and I greeted him. Over the past few...
Cain put the last two cannisters on the rack and turned to survey his work. It had been a long day, but the milking facility was spotless. The scent of chemicals lingered in the air and a few spots of the floor were still damp, but otherwise the entire place was immaculate. The pneumatic tubing system hissed and sputtered as the last bit of cleaning fluid pa...
It was by no means an uncommon thing to see a hucow out in public, yet I always found myself staring whenever I found one. The way her huge breasts were constrained beneath her shirt and the curve of her wide hips were enthralling. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could even see a small stain of milk leaking from her outlined nipples. 'Quit staring,' Jess...