Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm - Sex Stories

Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm

... head and arranged it on the wooden stall so that it could dry faster. I might as well take my bra off to. It was even wetter than her shirt. She reached around her back and unclasped her bra. Her enormous rack spilled out. Her nipples hardened when a chill in the air brushed over them. She placed her wet bra next to her shirt and waited for them to dry. I hope no one walks by until they are dry.

Why are my tits aching so much? Tiffany began to massage her mammoth rack trying to relieve some of the pressure built up in her boobs. She rolled her hard nipples in between her finger and thumb and droplets of milk squirted out. Tiffany gasped in pleasure at the sweet release of milk flowing through her sensitive, pink nipples.

Milk splashed onto her fingers and she brought it to her lips, curious to see if she tasted as good as Bessie. She licked the sweet cream in between her fingers and moaned. She tasted even better than Bessie! It was heavenly, syrupy, and delicious! It was so good that it made her pussy tingle. She ran her hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit. She was so wet. If her milk had this effect on her then she wondered what it would do to the men waiting outside.

She didn’t have to wait long because the doors of the barn burst open and footsteps raced down the hall. Tiffany gasped and reached for her bra and shirt to put them back on but she was too late. The door to her stall swung open and her first customers were ready for her.

“What’s your name ...

... cow?” the first guy said as he walked in. He was wearing jeans and a jean shirt over his thick, muscled body. He had a cowboy hat on his head.

Tiffany was so nervous and her head felt cloudy from the pills that all she could answer was “Mooo.” Was this what Mike was talking about when he mentioned the transformation?

“I’m Jed and this here is my brother Wyatt.” He pointed to another large man who walked in and closed the stall door behind him. Wyatt was wearing jeans, a tight white t-shirt, and a black cowboy hat. His sleeves were rolled up his muscled, tattooed arms. Tiffany stayed on her hands and knees, frozen. She didn’t know what to do.

“This is the new cow,” Jed said to his brother. “Isn’t she a beauty?”

“Oh yeah,” Wyatt responded, taking off his hat and sliding his tight shirt off of his fit, farmer’s body. “Let’s have a taste. I’ve been waiting for breakfast since the crack of dawn.” Both brothers took off their clothes until they were standing over Tiffany stroking their long, hard cocks with their rugged hands.

“Why does that cow have pants on?” Wyatt asked.

“She hasn’t been broken in yet,” Jed replied. “We’re the first ones.” He grabbed Tiffany’s dress pants and yanked them down her thighs until her ass was showing. She felt a draft brush over her wet pussy and she swallowed a moan. “Look she hasn’t even been branded yet,” he said pointing at the smooth skin on her ass. What did he mean by branded?

“Well what are we waiting for?” Wyatt asked. ...