- Fetish
- Milk Sow Ch. 09
- Page 3
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Click hereBen stood uncertain, looking at the expectant faces around him. He felt torn, standing there in front of this sea of faces, his own desire stretching the confines of his clothing, conflicting with his own training to carry her away to somewhere private. He stared at her opening that looked dark and inviting and so wet before him. He desperately wanted to sink himself into that passageway of sweet possession, but he was struggling against a sudden shyness.
The herd started to goad him. "Go on, she his hot for you! Take her now! Make her yours," they called. In his fog of uncertainty, Ben saw like a beacon that if he was not to lose her, he had to make her his now -- even in this very public way. His hands shook as he pulled open his trousers and released his cock. Applause rang out around the room, and there were whistles of admiration. Ben looked at their faces, and felt the warm cushion of their encouragement. In some strange way he was being accepted by this herd too -- an honorary member. He looked back down at Ginny's sex, her rump with its registration mark shining conspicuously across her soft flesh, wriggled in excitement before him. He reached out and sank himself into her. A cheer rang out, and he rode her, sinking deep into her softness, feeling her juices envelope him, feeling her walls press against him. A chant started up around the room, keeping time with his thrusts. One of the sows ran over and started to kiss Ginny as she rocked under Ben's cock. Another came over to squeeze at her udder and smear her milk over her chest and back. Finally when Ben could take it no more, hearing the pants from Ginny's mouth coming closer and closer together as she reached the pinnacle, he pulled out and his cum splattered across her ass. The cloudy gooey streaks smeared themselves over her registration mark, staining her and making her smell of him.
THE END
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 hour agoThe story I found was very interesting and different. Kinky and fun to read.
ZZchromosomealmost 6 years agoI usually enjoy hucow stories, but I didn't enjoy this one. I finally realized that it's really a cuck story using hucows as a delivery vehicle.
Anonymousover 6 years agoReally??? So many opportunities to make this rally good and this is how it ends? Her father should have taken her back to the far and started a Hucow farm. Her husband should have done the same and Matt gone as a trainer. Or again she should have joined her husband and created a huge business where she demoed the different machines. Then calling the women sows, which are pigs, really? Be hotter if it didn't seem you hate women. Metal dildos that big just not erotic or hot. That whore women treating her like that when she can't have children? The crazy way you think women get pregnant.
Nezhulalmost 8 years agoVery good story. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I already voiced my concerns in another comment, but I felt that it was only essentially one chapter that I disliked strongly.
I felt Ben to be a huge dick from the very beginning. He's weak and I didn't like him
I still wish it ended differently, but the ending was not bad at all still!
Thank you for the story. Now I want to find some more stories about human farms. =)
entemeover 8 years agoDear In Your Dreams
When I started reading Chp.1, I knew this to be the story of my dreams.
Now, reaching the climax, (ignoring the many towels soaked on route) I know I have missed my vocation.
For years, even before birthing my babes, I have fantasised of becoming a hucow, or milk sow. To be owned by a human Dairy farmer. My already good handful sized udders, being developed just to help Mankind and produce 1000's of gallons of milk, before finally worn out. Stretched udders hanging to my pubes. Teats distended from the constant vacuum cups.
Surrogate and incubator to many, many girls, as the Doctors had fixed me to only birth girls to be raised, knowing nothing more than their subsequent place in Life.
I best stop there, so need to buy more towels, as the wash machine needs overhaul.
Thank you 'InYourDreams' am so looking forward to reading ALL Your great works.
