The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 04

Again, this chapter was translated by Pimanko. Thanks for his good job.

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Summary: Stephanie tastes the milk products.

Chapter 4 The Tasting

They entered the laboratory where they found a big woman in a white smock with brown hair and well equipped in the bosom department.

"This is Amandine who is responsible for the laboratory. She is going to have you taste some of the various milks that we produce. She's also a hucow as you can see."

In effect, Amandine had an imposing bosom, which Stephanie looked at attentively. She estimated her busts to be an H. Her white bra with sky-blue tips evoked images of udders whose length were adapted for a high-performance milking machine.

Amandine offered Stephanie a chair, which she sat on.

"Hello, Stephanie. I've prepared three samples so that you can evaluate the differences in taste and quality of each of them." She offered her a small glass filled with milk. "This is natural milk. It is reserved for infants, rich in the mouth with natural ingredients produced by natural breasts and no additives.

Stephanie brought the glass to her lips and let the nectar flow into her mouth. She tasted it slowly, savoured it a little like a good wine.

"Hmm, it's good. It has a little taste of fresh almonds. It's delicious. Is it commercially available?"

"No," Amandine answered, "we provide it to institutions that are inscribed in our programmes. We also supply some individuals, generally women after investigation by our commercialization department, to ensure that their requests are well founded. We don't want malicious persons to make a business out of it."

"If you like, after the visit, we can inscribe you," Claudine told her. "It will be regularly delivered to your home."

"Yes, I would like that. It's genuinely delicious."

Amandine gave her a second glass filled with a white liquid.

"This one is fortified milk. It contains vitamins and trace elements for aged persons."

Once again, Stephanie swallowed all the liquid but found it a little bitter. In fact, what Amandine did not tell Stephanie was that a powerful relaxant had been added to it.

At that moment, the telephone rang.

Amandine picked up the handset. "Hello? Yes, good day Claude. Ah, your meeting is over? Yes, the visit here is going well. Yes, I'll hand you over to her. It's for you, Claudine."

She handed over the handset to Claudine.

"Yes, Claude? Yes, Stephanie is assessing her visit." She turned toward Stephanie who seemed lost in her own thoughts. "Yes, I think she will be ready in a few moments. You'll be in the preparation room? Okay, we'll be there in about ten minutes."

She put the handset back in place and came closer to Stephanie. Amandine was next to her. Because Stephanie was beginning to feel the effects of the tranquillizer, she supported her so that she would not fall from her chair. Amandine gave her a last glass. Stephanie took it mechanically and brought it to her lips. She felt as if she were on a cloud. Her mind was full of the erotic scenes and images that she had seen during her whole visit. All her muscles were relaxed.

She swallowed the last glass, which contained a powerful aphrodisiac that would induce extreme arousal. She felt a soft warmth rise up in her entire body. She felt good and thanked Pierre for having chosen her for this visit. Her head began to spin as if she had drunk too much alcohol. Actually, she was not drunk, she knew it, but it was a special sensation that transported her to some second state.

A new sensation made its appearance, a prickling in the breasts. It was not disagreeable, but she found it strange. This prickling also descended to her sex. This intrigued her. She wanted to put her hand there, but that would not do in front of her interlocutors. However, it would be so nice to be able to rub her member, which was starting to itch.

Her only solution was to rub her thighs against each other and hope to relieve the small itch. Sitting on the chair, she wiggled her butt while closing her thighs as much as she could. The prickling became more intense.

The two women surrounding her noticed her little scheme. They knew that the drugs were beginning to have their effect. Stephanie put her hand on her right cheek and noticed that she was hot. She then slipped her hand to her neck. The same sensation! In fact, her entire body was seething. But it was not fever. It was just a heat like when she was in arousal.

"I feel hot," she said. "Did you turn up the heat in this room?"

"No," Amandine answered, "in this area, we have to keep a medium and constant temperature. I regularly do analyses. It won't do to distort the results."

"You are just simply excited by your visit to our facilities," Claudine panted. "it's normal during a first visit. Many visitors suffer the same thing. Don't worry. It'll pass."

She leaned on Stephanie and forced a languorous kiss on her. Their tongues intermingled. Their saliva mixed together. Stephanie, who appreciated such attention, grew hotter. She felt her thighs seethe. Amandine put her hand in the over-excited woman's crotch and approached Stephanie's panties with her fingers. She felt the journalist's soaking wetness.

"You're completely wet," she said.

She slipped her index finger between the fabric of the panties and Stephanie's hot skin. She fingered the docilely offered wet slit. After some light pressure, she parted the labia. Her enquiring finger climbed to Stephanie's pleasure button. All the while, the latter clung to Amandine's lips.

The intrusion of Amadine's finger mildly relieved the prickling feeling in her sex. Amandine slid her index finger between Stephanie's vaginal lips climbing from the base of her sex to her clitoris. Her finger became soaked with the young woman's vaginal fluids. She slid it toward the anal opening. She turned her finger around the orifice to dampen it with vaginal secretions. Then she slid her middle finger into the lubricated orifice while pushing up her index finger between the lips of the vagina and slowly slid it into the wet slit.

Sitting on the chair, legs apart, arms wrapped around Claudine's neck, who was licking her left ear and softly nibbling the lobe, Stephanie felt as if she were approaching nirvana. She panted heavily.

Amandine massaged her clitoris knowledgeably while pushing her middle finger into her anus, which was completely relaxed as the sphincter had loosened because of Amandine's gentle pressure. This intrusion brought the journalist to the edge of an unexpected, yet secretly desired, orgasm. Her pelvic muscles contracted. Her lower abdomen stiffened. She arched her spine while moving toward the chair, thus inviting more intense fingering from Amandine to bring her to supreme sexual pleasure.

She let herself go, abandoned herself to her erotic manipulation. Reaching the point of no-return, to the point where she could no long restrain herself to stop her mounting pleasure, she let herself go, completely gave herself over to the makers of her pleasure.

Her thighs trembled. Her mouth opened wide. She emitted the cries of carnal pleasure that every rutting woman bellows out at the supreme moment of her joyful release. "Ah, yes, more, more, oh my God, It's good!"

"That was a real orgasm," Amandine said. "And it's only the beginning. You'll see!"

Perched on her cloud, absorbed by the post-orgasmic aftermath, Stephanie began to cry. Her body spasmed uncontrollably. She did not always cry after an orgasm. Rather, it was her female partners who cried under the extreme and sensual care she had visited upon them. Warm tears inundated her eyelids and ran along her cheeks.

Claudine licked her tongue across the journalist's eyelids and cheeks, tasting the warm and salty liquid.

Stephanie's muscles loosened. She relaxed completely in Claudine's arms. her body was slipping on the chair. Amandine stood up again and held the young woman by the thighs so that she would not fall.

Stephanie was totally slack. It was not just the ecstasy that put her into this state but also the product judiciously added to the tasting samples. Her post-orgasmic state had deprived her of all resistance. She let Claudine cajole her, she who still stroked her cheeks, neck and bosom, and pushed her hands between her breasts. She gently parted while sweetly shaking them. The pressure applied to them made her breasts slide into her bra. The friction of the fabric against her nipples made her tremble anew with pleasure. She then lowered her head. He eyelids closed. She seemed to be asleep.

"Good," Claudine said, "let's continue the procedure."

Claudine and Amandine took the sleeper under their arms and lifted her up to take her to the hucow preparation room.