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  Futa HuCow's Love Life Collection

  (A Futa-on-Female, Futa-on-Futa, First Time Erotica)

  (Three stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2017 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Futa HuCow's Love Life Collection

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa HuCow's Love Life”

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Working the HuCow Farm

  Working the HuCow Farm

  Futa HuCow's Naughty Fantasy

  Futa HuCow's Naughty Fantasy

  Futa HuCow's Sweet Passion

  Futa HuCow's Sweet Passion

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa HuCow's Love Life”

  “You gonna produce me a lot of milk, Iseul?” Cheryl-Lyn asked, giving my naked ass a pinch.

  “I will,” I smiled at her, that new found determination filling my heart. I would show Ms. Young. I needed to keep a positive attitude.

  Cheryl-Lyn then scooped up the mix of cum and breast milk off my right tit. She popped the cream into her mouth and shudder. “That's good stuff. Gonna whip up a great batch for the thirsty ladies of Austin.”

  “Yes, ma'am,” I smiled.

  Us futa-HuCows marched to the milking barn made of corrugated, green plastic. Ester pulled open the doors, her futa-dick swaying before her. Inside were small stalls with the breasts and cock pumps. The T&P Ranch provided futa-milk, a blend of our breast milk and girl-cum, for sale in a number of health and high-end grocery stores in the city of Austin.

  Three times a day, we were milked.

  I stepped into the stall besides Ms. Young. I glanced at her and gave her a warm and loving smile.

  She shook her head and grabbed the pumps. She slipped them onto her big breasts and then the longer, narrower nozzle over her dick. She was still in denial over her feelings. Well, I would show Ms. Young.

  I didn't just worship her. I loved her with every fiber of my being.

  So why did I also find my heart beating for Strawberry?

  I ignored that nagging question as I grabbed my own pumps. Though I lactated, my breasts were still small, little mounds. I had the smallest set of milking cups of all the heifers. I but on my cock pump first, pressing it tight to my crotch. Then I grabbed the pumps and held them over my tits. Until the machine turned on, they wouldn't stay on their own like they did with Ms. Young's. Her big tits squeezed into the plastic cups.

  “Okay, you horny heifers,” Cheryl-Lyn said, striding among us. “Let's make the women of Austin's day!”

  The machine hummed to life.

  I gasped with the twenty other HuCows as the suction attacked our cocks and tits. The cups sealed onto my small boobies. My nipples throbbed. And then the milk squirted from my nubs. An orgasmic shudder ran through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I sucked in deep breaths, pleasure coursing through me and ending at my dick.

  That twitched and throbbed in the other suction cup. The machine applied a constant suction, so different from a woman blowing my dick. It didn't pause in its sucking. And it applied so much pressure, more than a woman could. I swayed in my stall, grabbing the handle bars as my ovaries tightened, the machine trying to draw my futa-cum out of them.

  “Oh, yes,” I groaned.

  “You love it, you nasty whore,” Ms. Young purred as she stared at me, her milk streaming up the clear hoes, mixing with mine and the other futas. “Look at you.”

  “Yes, she does,” Cheryl-Lyn purred behind me. She pinched my ass.

  I humped, my body heaving, the cups swaying on my tits and cock. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing more and they kept squirting milk into the machine. Magic kept my tits constantly full. They'd never run dry.

  “I bet you need a little encouragement this mornin', little heifer. You look a little down.”

  “I'm fine, Cheryl-Lyn,” I said.

  “Yes, you are,” she purred. “I got to say, your petite, Korean body is turnin' me on this mornin', sugar. Think I'm gonna need to enjoy this fine ass.” She pinched my rump again. “Since Ms. Young already tore apart your pussy this mornin'.”

  I shuddered. Already, my hymen had regrown, trapping lots of Ms. Young's cum in my snatch. “I'm a virgin, if you want to enjoy that delight.”

  “Naw, I think your ass needs some lovin',” Cheryl-Lyn said. “That cherry twat of yours is too appealin'. If I fucked it all the time, your poor asshole would get jealous.”

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Hot Futa Cruise Collection

  Futa Bacchanal Transformed Collection

  Dominated by the Futa Judge Collection

  Futanari Massage Parlor Collection

  Futa's Taboo MILF Affair Collection

  Futa Mile High Passion Collection

  Futa's Subway Romp Collection

  Futa Wife's Sinful Affairs Collection

  Working the HuCow Farm

  Futa HuCow's Love Life 1

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Working the HuCow Farm

  “Do you think it's possible to love two women?” I asked as Strawberry brought out my lunch, the burger looking scrumptious with its chipotle sauce dripping down the side, crisp fries beside it.

  “Two women, Iseul?” Strawberry asked with her delightful, Texan twang. After living a year in the Lone Star State, it was growing on me. “You tellin' me you into the ladies. And here I thought you was a proper woman.”

  If it wasn't for the naughty gleam in Strawberry's green eyes, I'd be offended. But Strawberry just had this playfulness about her, with her bright-red hair sweeping about her stunning face. I mean, she could be a runway model.

  Or one of Aphrodite's futas.

  She was just perfect. Lush, round breasts stretched out the belly shirt she wore, her lithe, tan legs clad in a tight pair of Daisy Dukes. She must have to pour herself into those jean shorts. She leaned over as she set my food down, almost thrusting those breasts into my face.

  “I guess I'm not a proper lady,” I said, shifting on the chair. My pussy tingled as I breathed in her perfume, a spicy delight that tickled my nose. My clit throbbed, wanting to sprout into a futa-cock. I bit my lip, rubbing my hands on my skirt beneath the table.

  “No, you're just a cutie,” Strawberry said, smiling at me.

  My heart beat faster. I couldn't have fallen in love with her. I mean, what about Christina Young? I'd been in love with her for years. I'd been with her at the lowest moments that the Daughters of He
stia had reached. From our defeat at Aphrodite University to last year when we made our bid to cleanse the futas Aphrodite Sisterhood at the T&P Ranch.

  Only to be defeated once again by the futa-cheerleaders. Our Goddess Hestia was vanquished, and Ms. Young and I were captured.

  I had devoted my life to Ms. Young and her cause. She'd inspired me from the first time I met her as a nineteen-year-old coed disgusted by the whorish behavior of my classmates. I was a Korean virgin who wanted people to act with decorum. With behavior. Ms. Young promised me a way to achieve that.

  And had captured my heart in the process.

  But now...

  “So, you findin' yourself fallin' in love with another honey, eh?” Strawberry said. “Is that gal of yours still actin' cold.”

  I shrugged, grabbing a fry. “She's just... not one for intimacy. She's a lot older than me.” Like a thousand years older than me, though she only looked like a sexy woman in her late thirties. “She's been through a lot. She needs me.”

  “Sounds complicated, sugar.” A curse came from the kitchen of the Cowboy's Boots Cafe, the little diner I came to for lunch most days. Strawberry's youthful face, she was in her mid-twenties like me, twisted with a grimace. But she ignored the shout and said, “I think it is possible to love two people. Love ain't a simple thang.”

  “Yeah,” I said, staring at her. I brushed back my silky-black hair, taking a deep breath. I wanted to confess my feelings to her. She was so warm and open. She'd say no. She wasn't gay, and I wasn't an Aphrodite futa. I didn't exude those lust-addling pheromones that they did. I didn't drive women mad with desire.

  Fear held me back because what would it mean if she did want to... explore these feelings? Would Ms. Young get mad at me?

  “So how's workin' out at that ranch of yours?” Strawberry asked. “The T&P Ranch, right?”

  “Oh, it's great,” I said, looking up.

  “That's where that futa-milk comes from, right? Heard 'bout it. Expensive. Had a friend who tried it in Austin, and she said best damned thang she'd ever drunk.”

  “Yeah, I, er, bottle it. That's my job. I'm a futa HuCow.”

  “HuCow, what an interestin' word.”

  “It is.” My cheeks were growing red. My clit throbbed so hard to become a futa-dick. She was so sexy. I wanted to tell her just how the futa-milk was made. My nipples hardened, growing wet as my milk flowed. I had an hour before afternoon pumping.

  “So that's all they do at that ranch?” Strawberry asked. “Thought those lesbian cowgirls gave tours or somethang.”

  “Oh, you know Cheryl-Lyn and Ester?”

  “'Course I do. They caused quite a ruckus when they opened their ranch years back. I mean, two openly gay women doin' that 'round these parts.” Strawberry shook her head. “This ain't the sorta place that it's common, you know?”

  “Yeah,” I said, squirming. I so wished Strawberry was gay. Her skin was so silky. And I bet she tasted as sweet as her name. “But they do give tours. Women find them very relaxing. Go out and see the beauty of nature. The cowgirls give them a great time.”

  “Well, that sounds—”

  “Strawberry, I don't pay you to talk to the customers!” shouted from the kitchen. “I need you to clean the bathroom!”

  The waitress grimaced. “Hold yer damned horses, Jeb, I'm gettin' to it.” She rolled her eyes. “Never work for your brother, Iseul.” She moved to walk away then hesitated. “Maybe you could bring in a bottle of that futa-milk for me to try. So I can see what's so dang impressive 'bout it.”

  “Deal,” I said, squirming in my seat. Maybe then I'd ask her out.

  But she'd just say no. And what would I do about Ms. Young if she did? Would she be so understanding that I loved another woman? It would be so much easier if I worshiped Aphrodite instead of Hestia. Her futa-followers were so polyamorous. Plus Strawberry would be so horny for me, I'd have her sucking my cock right beneath the table. Just right here, with all the few other diners in the store.

  I squeezed my thighs tight. My clit begged to turn into a dick right now. I was so horny.

  But I was also hungry, and the chipotle burger smelled amazing. I picked up my lunch and took a huge bite, groaning at the flavor. I may not get into Strawberry's Daisy Dukes today, but I would have an amazing lunch.

  Maybe I shouldn't come back. I was torturing myself. I had Ms. Young.

  * * *

  I woke up early the next day. Steel-gray skies of the Texan predawn filled the window of the small bunkroom I shared with Ms. Young. All us futa-HuCow's lived in the bunkhouse. Ms. Young slumbered beside me, her face relaxed from her normal stern, commanding mask. She never lost that haughty certainty even with the defeat of our Goddess and our new life as futa-HuCows.

  Seeing her sleeping reminding me of why I followed her. So strong and beautiful, her raven-black hair spread across the bed. So in need of being worshiped. And I loved worshiping her. My pussy grew juicy as I shifted beside her, the blanket slipping off our naked bodies, revealing her big tits. They were just so delicious, the opposite of my little handfuls.

  I couldn't help nuzzling against her big boobs. I rubbed my face against the silky delight, my fingers sliding across her pillowy flesh. I brushed her nipples, rubbing them. They grew so hard as I massaged her areolas, swelling big and fat.

  I licked one with my tongue.

  Ms. Young let out such a soft sigh. She shuddered. I paused to admire her beauty. She was like a Greek statue of a goddess come alive. My heart beat faster, stabbed with guilty pain for my affection for Strawberry.

  I salivated for my goddess. I sucked on her nipple for a moment, a spurt of her creamy breast milk, so sweet and delicious, filling my mouth. More pleasure crossed her sleeping face. She shifted. My clit ached and throbbed. I didn't fight it, letting it blossom into a girl-cock. It swelled forward, brushing her hip. I shuddered as my expanding dick's sensitive drown slid up her silky skin, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

  I pushed down the bed, taking the blanket with me. I uncovered more and more of my goddess's body. She had a sleek stomach. I smiled as I unveiled her black bush, her futa-cock already sprouting. It throbbed bigger, harder, growing out of the folds of her pussy. Her shaft throbbed and twitched as it reached its full girth.

  My virgin pussy clenched.

  I pushed her thighs apart, nestling between them. I breathed in her tart musk. Her juices gleamed on her silky pubic hair. I pried apart her pussy lips, exposing her pink folds and the hymen across her snatch's entrance. We were Daughters of Hestia, servants of the Goddess of Maidens and Purity.

  Our hymens always grew back. We were perpetual virgins no matter how many times our cherries were popped.

  I pressed my face into her pussy. Her silky pubic hair tickled my lips and nose, they caressed my cheeks. Then my mouth touched her labia. Her tart cream coated them. I licked through her folds, gathering her delight, savoring the flavor of her. I stared up her body as she twitched and squirmed. Her big breasts jiggled and bounced.

  I reached up past her throbbing cock with my left hand, squeezing her right boob. I savored the feel of her flesh beneath my fingers as I ran my tongue up through her pussy folds again, brushing the base of her cock. I squeezed her tit, loving the softness of her breasts in my hand. A stream of milk shot into the air and rained warm drops on my arm. Her cock twitched and throbbed as she let out a whimper.

  “Hestia,” she moaned, her hips squirming, the bed creaking.

  We were the last two followers of Hestia in the world. It united us. I should just forget Strawberry and concentrate on the woman I truly loved and worshiped.

  “Oh, sweet Hestia,” Ms. Young moaned again as I fluttered my tongue through her pussy folds. She squirmed and groaned. Her back arched, her cock bobbing harder. “Ooh, yes, that's good.”

  My hips wiggled. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I fluttered my tongue through her folds, teasing her, driving her wild. Her eyes fluttered open, so hungry and predatory, a shade of l
ight brown that never failed to stir.

  I squeezed her breast hard as my tongue caressed against her hymen, squirting more of her breast milk into the air. My right hand stroked her labia as I flicked my tongue through her folds. My own clit-dick swayed between my legs as I wiggled my hips. My juices trickled down my inner thighs, flooding out of my pussy as my excitement mounted.

  “Iseul,” groaned Ms. Young, staring down at me. She let out a great sigh, head falling back down in the pillow. “I thought...”

  “You're still here,” I said, her juices staining my lips. “And so am I.”

  I licked through her folds again, but this time I let my tongue drag up her shaft when I brushed the base of her clit-dick. Her cock twitched and throbbed as my tongue climbed higher and higher up her futa-passion. My fingers stroked her pussy as she stared at me with hungry eyes.

  “Iseul!” she groaned, shuddering as my tongue flicked the crown of her dick. It throbbed. “At least I have this.”

  That sent a delightful shudder through me. She did need me. My mouth worshiping her cock. My fingers stroking her pussy. I brushed her hymen with my digits as my tongue swirled around the crown of her dick, gathering her precum. I squeezed her boob as she shuddered on the bed, her tit jiggling in my grip.

  Then I swallowed her cock. My lips slid over her thick crown. I spread my mouth wide, engulfing every inch of her girl-dick. I closed my eyes, pretending we were still free, that Hestia hadn't lost to Aphrodite, and it was just me and Ms. Young plotting our next move.

  My lips sealed tight about the girth of her cock as I sucked. My mouth created a powerful seal. The pleasure had her shuddering. She savored my blowjob. I danced my tongue about the crown of her dick, tasting more and more of her precum.

  “That's it, you little virgin slut,” moaned Ms. Young. She always said such nasty things during sex. “Suck out all my futa-cum. Just a little whore for it. Mmm, yes, waking me up with that wonderful mouth. You can do it. Just suck it all out of me and make me cum!”