Bitch, I’m A Cow – A #hucow #lactation Erotica

Got milk? This mama to be does, and it’s a super big turn-on!

It all started when I got a really bizarro baby shower gift from one of my pervier friends. It was a cow print bikini, a cow ear headband, and a collar with a cowbell on it. Uh, wow. I officially knew way more about her kinks than I needed to, but she has four kids, so obviously something is working in the bedroom. She made me open her shower present privately, thankfully, because even with my guests
liquored up on pink sherbet punch with edible glitter, I think it would have been an awkward moment in the extreme especially with my mother and mother-in-law in attendance.

“… the fuck, Dana?” I declared, holding up the lingerie.

“Oh come on, you’re going to have enormous tits that leak milk, might as well have some fun with it! Anyway, you got all the shit on your registry and you won’t need half of that, I thought I’d get you something fun for you and Adam. Trust me, men love the whole thing, it’s like being a baby again for them….not that some of them ever stopped…...” she replied, rolling her eyes and I guess thinking me to be the most prudish person she met that day. I wasn’t. I mean, obviously I enjoyed sex, and had enjoyed it while pregnant, just not while incorporating the barnyard into it.

“Am I supposed to diaper him, too?” I asked.

“Not unless that’s another kink you get into…..” she said, perfectly calmly, popping a shrimp from her plate into her mouth after dunking it in cocktail sauce.

“On that note.. we have guests downstairs, so shut up and go make me a plate with some more of those Gruyere puffs. Oh, and some of those pink macarons too. And another seltzer. The bossy preggo lady is going to put her feet up and hold court!” I said to Dana, quickly stashing the cow stuff in my dresser and shooing her out of my room, intending to ditch the whole thing after she’d forgotten about it and amuse the nice folks at Goodwill. We rejoined the party downstairs and thankfully there were no more “unique” gifts.

I was just about 18 weeks along, finally past the morning sickness and functioning about as well as I could with my growing belly, but I started to notice more changes in my body. My boobs were not small to begin with, but they were definitely growing, and my bras were starting to get uncomfortable. I worked at home so I just went without a bra and I noticed that my nipples were getting hard a lot more often. I guess they weren’t used to being exposed to air and temperature fluctuations. I got distracted by the bounce and sway of my growing tits sometimes. One day when I was sure that I would burst if I didn’t cum, I laid back in bed and began to pinch and pull my nipples the way I imagined they would be if someone was milking me. It felt really great and they were much more sensitive and hard as rocks in a second and I felt myself getting really turned on from it and decided to enjoy some “inspiration”, as it were.

I pulled out my phone and googled “sexy cow”. I was rewarded with a music video of Doja Cat’s “Mooooo”, the chorus of which was “Bitch, I’m a cow…” and while it was amusing, it wasn’t quite what I was after. I had a hell of an earworm though. I didn’t want to search “cow porn” because that’s probably not at all what I wanted and was possibly illegal. So I searched “human cow porn” and this was the first time I’d seen the term “hucow”, a portmanteau of human and cow. I watched a woman in cow print body paint get bent over and hooked up to a milking machine while a guy fucked her doggy style. I pulled my nipples while I was hypnotized by her being milked and it felt so fucking good that I pulled out my vibe and made myself cum watching it. It was fucking hot and shameful at the same time, but I was intrigued.

I was super horny the next few weeks after my introduction to hucows and I regularly masturbated to videos and stories I found. I think Adam had some real fears about harming the baby during sex because the man was not putting out and I was climbing the walls. We were still very affectionate and cuddly but despite literally asking my doctor at one of our appointments and the doctor saying it was fine, he was still weird about it. My vibrating friends were only able to do so much. We had a long weekend coming up and I was on a mission to get some. I pawed through my lingerie drawer and pulled out the cow ensemble. I thought it was at least something different, and if he busted out laughing I could pass it off as a joke and just take a more direct approach. He texted me that he was on his way home on Friday and I told him I’d be waiting in our bed along with several water drop emojis. I put on the cow bra and it barely contained my boobs. The panties sat below my fat belly and the ears and bell just felt silly but I tried my best to look alluring.

“Wow, baby, that’s a new outfit….” said Adam, just taking the whole tableau in with his gorgeous kind blue eyes and a lusty smile spread across his face.

“I like it though….. I love how big your tits are now.. big beautiful Mommy milkers to feed our baby….” he cupped them, letting the bra fall off, and kissed me passionately, holding me close.

“Do you want to milk your cow, baby?” I whispered, and he said “Ohhhh fuck yes…” in response, grabbing them even harder and pulling them out.

“But I want to play with them too….” he stood and backed up, pulling his dick out of his pants and it was hard as a rock, harder than I’d seen it in a long time.

“So uhm…” he said, reaching up in his closet and pulling out and putting on a ten gallon hat. “if you’re a cow… does this mean I’m your cowboy?”

“Come ride ‘em, cowboy….” I said, jiggling them seductively.

He smacked my udders with his boner and rubbed the tip on my nipples until precum began to leak out and then I wrapped them around his shaft, letting him fuck them till I began to just moo. It was just primal and out of nowhere I mooooooooooooooooooooooo’ed urgently like I forgot how to use language. The rougher he was with my tits, pulling the nipples as he slid his cock between them, the more I liked it, but the urgent moo was because I needed his dick in my pussy so fucking badly that I pulled away and bent over like an animal in heat and he buried his cock balls deep in one stroke because I was soaked already and ached for him.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Fuck baby, moo for me some more…….. unnnggh.. I love my little fat breeding cow… ohhhh… oh god… fuccccck…”

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

He held onto my hips, the bell on the collar clanging as his thrusts got harder and faster, and he let a huge load loose inside of me.

“Fuck, that was incredible!” was the first of much positive feedback I got that weekend.

It really only took us this one time to fully realize how hot this was for both of us. In addition to all the fucking, we really connected well. He cooked or ordered me any weird thing I was craving, rubbed my feet, drew baths for me, worked hard on painting and outfitting the nursery. Being a boob man in general, Adam went wild when he learned how to pleasure my milkers, my udders, whatever he liked calling them. My growing, darkening nipples were fascinating to him and he loved how long and thick and rubbery they were getting and how sensitive they were. I really loved being objectified and worshipped at the same time. We fucked like rabbits after that, both because well, I couldn’t get any more pregnant than I already was, so creampies were extra fun, and when we actually started to get milk out of my tits, there was no stopping us. We broke out the breast pump early and after lactation coaching appointments we’d go home and fuck because we were so hot from talking about and sometimes touching my big udders the whole time. Lest you think we were the only horny sickos that got off on this, we did some exploring online and found hucow couples and moresomes all over the world on message boards and such and tons of fun toys for sale related to this kink.

Adam was nearly bursting with excitement over dinner one evening at about 30 weeks along. He had booked us a babymoon at an AirBNB owned by other hucow enthusiasts he had met on KinkConnect. It was a perfectly lovely romantic cottage on this couple’s farm land where they delivered a daily breakfast basket, and for vanilla guests that’s where it stopped, but he’d been talking to the owners, and when they were able to send their kids to their grandparents for a weekend, they entertained guests from the lifestyle. They had a milking setup in the barn and lots of toys and, well, often participated in the guest couple’s activities, if the vibe was right. I was wet already from the possibilities and Adam and I got each other really horny talking about what might happen.

When it was time for the trip, we drove to the farm and checked into the cottage with the keypad, settled and unpacked our things, and our hosts had invited us to their house for wine and cheese around 5pm. We arrived in their lovely home and there was a great selection of cheeses, crackers, charcuterie, fruit, wine, and thoughtfully, they made me a refreshing fruity mocktail.

Sam, the male half of the couple was in his 40s with salt and pepper hair, a strong body from farm work, and he was quite tall and lanky. He shook Adam’s hand and exchanged greetings, then he looked over at me and practically stripped me with his eyes.

“Wow, this heifer looks like she’s going to drop any day. She looks so healthy. Beautiful full udders! You must be proud of her!” remarked Sam.

“Feel free to pull them out and squeeze them, she loves it, and I love to show them off.” said Adam, as Sam leered at me in a way that I really loved. The objectification was so fucking hot to me and it was consensual and lusty and all sorts of good.

Sam’s big hands lifted my udders out of the flimsy sundress they were almost falling out of. I wore it in the car to tease Adam and we had even pulled over for him to suckle me a few times. We were getting to be quite good at fooling around in public because my tits turned Adam on so much he just had to bust a nut on them or suck them so often.

“Oh, wow, look at these….they’re so soft…” he breathed… holding my tits up and rubbing his rough thumbs over my aching and sensitive nipples and giving them a tweak as they came to attention and got rock hard.

“Oh, fuck, she’s an eager thing, look at these teats!” he exclaimed. Sam wanted to do so many things to me, and I wanted it bad.

“Molly, I want you to come meet our new friends… come see this beautiful heifer and her farmer.” he called to his wife from the next room.

Molly was really hot. She was in her early 30s like me, curvaceous, and also had huge udders and no bra but she looked all natural and earth mother-y in her long swirling dress. She had long red hair and alabaster skin and while she currently didn’t appear to be pregnant she seemed to have a permanent glow and here I was standing in front of her with her husband’s hands on my tits and she was beaming.

“Would you like to see the barn?” asked Sam, after we’d sat and chatted for awhile over the refreshments.

Once we entered the barn, us cows no longer needed clothes and I got a look at Molly’s gorgeous udders which were pale and veiny and she had big fat red nipples that were starting to drip. Fuck. I hadn’t had a titty in my mouth since a few years before Adam and I got married, but all the hucow porn really made me want to play with some. There was a big pile of clean hay in an area that was clearly for kinky fun because there were two milking stanchions and other sex toys nearby.

Oh shit, she was coming toward me.

“You can suck my teats if you want. I see you looking at them. I want to touch yours too!”

We two cows rolled around in the hay, kissing, suckling, groping and dripping milk everywhere. It tasted like warm melted vanilla ice cream and I couldn’t get enough and Molly couldn’t stop sucking and tweaking my teats either and she also desperately wanted to eat my preggo pussy so she took up residence between my thighs. I think we actually forgot the guys were there for a second until we came up for air and saw them standing over us, naked with enormous boners..

“Come on you two slutty cows,” said Adam, beaming at us, “let’s milk and breed you…..”

“Woould you like to breed my heifer?” asked Sam as he strapped Molly into the stanchion, bent over, and attached a small milking machine, like the kind for goats, to her tits.

“She’s not currently pregnant, but we’re trying…… I think she’s taken a liking to you!” said Sam as Molly let out a big MOOOOOOO and thrust her ass up to be bred. I don’t blame her, Adam is so sexy and when naked, there’s that whole hairy body thing that I just loved. I was soaked watching Adam put his cock into Molly and hearing her moo in sexual ecstasy.

Sam came up behind me, his boner rubbing my buns, hands and lips wandering as he kissed my neck and udders.

“Come on sweet little cow, you need milking….” he purred in my ear.

The stanchions were actually on wheels so he wheeled the other around to face where Molly was being milked and fucked by Adam and I got to make eye contact with both of them as I was milked by machine and fucked by this big strong farmer guy, who had a great cock, I might add.

Needless to say the weekend with Sam and Molly was an incredible experience and there were many, many, orgasms that night and the following days.

We obviously took a bit of a break from the cow life when it actually came time to give birth to our daughter, but we started it again slowly when we had a bit of time to ourselves, because it really did help us bond as a couple. I would suckle Adam as we fell asleep at night. It was relaxing and calming, and I could always count on him relieve pressure if my tits were too full. He loved to help me pump and then take care of my udders, massaging them and icing them when they were sore, and rubbing balm into my nipples so they didn’t get cracked. He cleaned the machine parts and organized all the expressed milk. He was a great hucow farmer. He was also such a great, involved, attentive, loving Dad, that in itself was a hell of an aphrodisiac. Through our midwife, I learned about milk donation programs, which was the perfect excuse to keep me lactating and having kinky cow sex until we’re ready for our next baby!

Moooooooooooo!