The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 02

Author's Note and Acknowledgement: The original story was published in French on Literotica under the title 'Être vachue s'est merveilleux' in my profile. Translated by Pimanko.

N.B.: I thanks Pimanko for his time and translation work.

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Chapter 2 The First Milking Parlor

Claudine opened the door and let Stephanie enter the first room while still holding her hand. Stephanie felt the warmth of that friendly hand. She was already imaging holding Claudine's body against hers, making her cum and feeling ecstasy with this big beautiful blonde.

Claudine then turned toward Stephanie, gave her a kiss on her mouth, then pulled back saying, "I'm sorry. I so felt like doing it."

"Don't be sorry. I felt like doing it too."

She brought her mouth to Claudine's who opened hers to swap ardent kissed. Her tongue entered the proffered mouth. The two young women kissed each other for a long time in the amused view of the women present in the room.

Claudine turned around and introduced Stephanie. "Hello, girls, this is Stephanie, the journalist who is about to write a reportage about our activity."

She then introduced a big brunette, around 35 years old, dressed in a white smock like hers which were standing next to the milking tables.

"This is Amelie. She's responsible for this room. At the beginning, she was a hucow. After four years of constant production, her udders dried up. She asked to stay with us. She's now busy with girls who give natural milk here without the addition of vitamins. The girls adore her. She has the experience and the fingering.

Amelie smiled and extended her hand to Stephanie. She also was in possession of an imposing bosom. She had hair styled in a horse-tail, big hazel eyes, an attractive mouth, and, in particular, two pointy breasts. Her waist was slender, which brought out her two 36G breasts even more. The bra that she was wearing had those little tips that pulled the nipples through suctioning to give them more firmness. In her case, those tips were green.

"As you can see," said Claudine, "there are five tables in this room."

The five tables faced the entry door through which Claudine and Stephanie had entered, which meant that Stephanie was right in front of them. On one of the tables, there was a pretty red-head of about 25 years of age, completely nude and on all fours on a foam carpet to protect her limbs.

"That's Caroline. She has been with us for a year. We collected her from the street where she was prostituting herself. She was convicted and had the choice between going to prison or joining our livestock. She took the second option. Since then, she has produced very well."

Stephanie perceived that Caroline's bosom was tied, by means of two suction cups similar to those used to milk cows, to an industrial machine, with one exception: they were transparent.

Caroline's eyes were closed. She emitted small sharp sounds like those women make when they cum.

"Get closer to her. Stroke her. She's about to cum. The contact of a woman's hand will increase her sense of pleasure. It will bring her even closer to ecstasy."

Hesitantly, Stephanie reached for the hucow's head with her hand. Claudine took her hand and guided it toward her hair. Caroline then opened her eyes and smiled. Stephanie was also starting to feel excitement. She saw that Claudine's breasts swayed under the effect of the suctioning created by the milking machine. Near Caroline's head was a big pacifier connected to a container that looked like a baby bottle. Caroline caught the pacifier with her mouth and sucked on it avidly.

Stephanie then gave Claudine a questioning look.

"Hucows need a lot of liquid to be able to produce milk. We provide them with a solution supplemented by ingredients necessary to permit the activation of their mammary glands, which we call teats here, and thus produce all the milk required for production. The juice is sugary. They love to suckle. It's a primary function that hucows redevelop."

Sure enough, Caroline was suckling vigorously while emitting clucks of enjoyment.

"Come. Stroke her back. She loves feminine contact."

Stephanie approached the side of the table to put her hand on the young hucow's back. While going down the vertebral column, her hand neared Caroline's buttocks. Stephanie noticed a dildo tied to a tree that was making a to-and-fro movement in the young girl's anus.

Claudine took notice of Stephanie's surprise.

"This dildo gives enormous pleasure to our hucows. You see. It penetrates the rectum while inflating. This way, it increases the colon's volume. If you look underneath, you will see a phallus which also has a to-and-fro movement. The combination of the two objects puts the hucows in a constant state of ecstasy during the entire period of the milking. They have continuous orgasms. They are moderately intense but permit the production of high-quality milk and in a more than reasonable quantity. That's why you hear her moan with pleasure. They aren't the cries of supreme joy like when two persons make love. What is researched here is sustained pleasure that does not tire out the hucow, but makes her more productive".

Stephanie, with what she was seeing, those cries of enjoyment and the odors released by a hucow in heat, felt shivers down her spine and growing excitement. She wanted to fondle herself to relieve that need for sexual relief. Her sex was beginning to moisten and vaginal juice leaked between her thighs.

Claudine noticed the agitation felt by Stephanie. She approached her and put her hand under the journalist's smock at the level of her crotch. "Oh, you're getting wet."

Ashamed, Stephanie pulled back and made a gesture to remove the investigative hand.

"Don't do that. We've all felt the same effect the first time. Even today, we had shivers of pleasure while watching one of our sisters during the milking. Look. Amelie is also in a tizzy. The vaginal perfume and the sight of the milking session disturbed everybody."

She took Stephanie's hand and put it on Amelie's sex in the opening of her smock. Stephanie felt the wetness of the sex belong to the person responsible for room number 1.

Caroline directed her moistened hand toward her nose. "Smell. It's the sweet perfume of an excited woman."

Stephanie could not stop herself from sniffing her fingers and smelling the fragrance of a woman in heat. Soon, she felt her own excitement increase. She reddened. Shivers traveled from the tips of her breasts to her vagina by way of her insides. Her breathing turned into panting, which Claudine easily noticed.

She put her hand in Stephanie's smock and fondled her nipples which hardened. She smiled and, nearing her mouth to Stephanie's, kissed her while pushing in her tongue. The two women remained connected for several seconds. Stephanie's eyes were closed. Her breathing was irregular. She felt herself transported by the sensual desire of her guide who also was short of breath. The two women separated. Stephanie had cheeks reddened by her mounting excitement.

"I love your scent," said Claudine. "Your skin is soft and that excites me a lot too." She still had her hand on Stephanie's breast, which she was weighing through the bra that the journalist was wearing.

I yearn to suck your nipples," she whispered in her ear. "I'll suck them in little by little to imitate the feel of a milking machine while my tongue imprisons them and my teeth nibble their little buttons."

She disengaged from their embrace and said, "Good, let's now go to room number 2. That's where we produce fortified milk. We have a little surprise for you.