The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 12

The Awe of Bing a Hucow by Lemaringouin, translated by Pimanki

Chapter 12 A Case of Conscience

After relaxing for several hours on the Pink Room's futon, Stephanie was gradually coming around. Since the departure of her visitors, she mentally reviewed all the sights that she had seen, felt throughout her body all the thrills of each sensual pleasure that she had been subjected to. All the sensitive parts of her body were gratefully honoured: her breasts with their ultrasensitive nipples, her pleasure-hungry sex, her anal hole, which she discovered to be source of intense pleasure, her ability to ejaculate to the point of becoming a squirting. In short, all the cells of her body which had made feel her perfect happiness, and universal joy, were in perfect harmony. Recalling all these images caused her vaginal juices to flow on the insides of her thighs. The warm fluid dampened her perineum and her anal hole. This post-orgasmic state lasted a good hour while the effects of the aphrodisiac began to diminish.

Gradually coming around, Stephanie stood up. She then noticed a wad of bills that had been put on the futon. The size of the pile was much larger than the one left for Sylvie on the nightstand. Tears welled up in her eyes. Uncontrollable sobs shook her chest. She felt dirtied.

'I'm not a prostitute,' she told herself. 'I love sexual pleasure, but not for money. It is important only because of my sensuality. Carnal pleasure is indispensable to me.'

She took the wad of bills and left the Pink Room. She ran down the corridor to take refuge in her room. Tired, crestfallen and in tears, she threw herself on the bed.

Sylvie, who was just waking up, was surprised by her roommate's mood as huge sobs shook Stephanie's entire body.

Sylvie stood up and approached the quivering body. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.

She elicited no response.

Troubled, she lay next to the tearful hucow. "Come on, sweetie. What happened to you? Did you partners treat you badly? Did they hurt you?"

"No," Stephanie answered between two sobs.

"Then why are you crying?"

Stephanie did not answer, instead, groaned even more loudly.

Disconcerted, Sylvie stroked her cheeks. She thought Stephanie was unhappy about her buttocks. Maybe, the orgy had not satisfied her. Maybe she had not reached the orgasm that she had been expecting and needed more hugs to spur on her carnal thrill. She began putting tender, gentle kisses on her cheeks. She then kissed her companion on the hucow's wet eyelids. She licked her lips, tasting her companion's salty liquid. Still sobbing, Stephanie curtly pushed her away.

Disconcerted, Sylvie asked, "What's wrong with you? Normally, you don't reject me like that. Please explain yourself."

After taking several minutes to bring herself under control, she told her, "I also received some banknotes. The visitors paid me. You understand? I'm not a hooker. I like being a hucow, but I'm not a prostitute."

"Of course not! We aren't libertines We're here for one social purpose: to produce milk for other people's well-being, children with mothers who can't lactate. It's a good thing to do. Besides, it's very nice when the milking machines extract our nutritious juice, isn't it?"

"Yes, I know!"

"As we're hypersexual, we should benefit from our condition by taking pleasure in it. "You liked it when the other hucows took care of your most sensual parts, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"You enjoyed your evening with the countess. She introduced you to new sensations, new carnal pleasures. You discovered that you can ejaculate. To the great pleasure of all of us, you've become a true squirter. Giving pleasure to others is also wonderful. You like to make out with us, make us cry out in ecstasy. Doing it with our clients is much the same. You give them the same love you give us, and they enjoy themselves too. So, it's their way of thanking you. They leave gifts behind as money, which lets us buy whatever we want. If you don't want to spend it now, you can keep it for the future. Look, the other day, I bought myself a new vibrating dildo through the Internet. It's sensational."

Sylvie turned toward the nightstand and pulled out the object of pleasure from its drawer. It was an object with several dildos capable of satisfying the user's vagina, the G-spot, the anus and the clitoris, at the same time."

She moved toward Sylvie and prepared it for insertion into Stephanie's sensual holes.

"No, not now, I'm sexually completely sated. My partners completely wore me out. I'm totally satisfied. Let me recover my strength. We can play together later, but right now, I want to rest and reflect.

"You know that, if you don't want this money, you can give it to Claudine to hand over to the orphanage where I was raised and which prepared me for adult life. On leaving the orphanage, I turned bad, but fortunately the judge gave the chance to redeem myself with society by sending me here to the dairy. If someone had given me some money when I left the orphanage, I would not have committed the larceny that sent me before the judge."

"Okay, agreed. I'll think about."

Sylvie left her roommate to have herself let down. More calmed down, Stephanie began to think about all the events that had occurred since had been converted into a hucow. After several minutes, she fell asleep, exhausted.

Two hours later, Sylvie returned to their room. She found Stephanie, serious and doubtful, seated on the bed. Having a cheerful character, Sylvie suspected that Stephanie's thoughts were in turmoil. "Are you still thinking about what you said earlier?"

"Yes, I'm still trying to understand the situation."

"Listen. Instead of racking your brains, why don't you enjoy the conditions of life here? You have lodgings. You're fed. And you can enjoy all the pleasures made available to you. From the health standpoint, you've got Veronique to take care of you. From the dietary standpoint, you have very good food. The lodgings are comfortable. You have friends who appreciate you and pamper you. Moreover, you can satisfy your homosexual and heterosexual inclinations whenever you want to. What more do you want? Don't you think it's wonderful to feel the milk expressing from your body? The milk coming out of your nipples and gushing huge drops when the milking machines suck on your breasts? The joys of being on the milking table and feeling the electrical current passing through your nipples, travelling along your belly and landing in your vagina and feeling the wetness dripping on your thighs? And even being able to enjoy all the pleasure devices at your disposal and the contact with the other hucows?"

"Yes, yes," Stephanie protested. "I know all that!"

"Can I give you some advice? Why not talk to Claudine. She really likes you and will give you good advice."

"Yes, I'm going to talk to her about."

So, Sylvie lay down on Stephanie's bed. Putting her arms around her neck, she made her lie down beside her. She stroked her hair using one of her hands to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

"You're beautiful. I'm lucky to share this room with you. I don't want you to leave! I've been abandoned since childhood. I think of you as a true friend, a sister, a mother, I tell you. I'll take care of you. I'll watch over you. I need you." Tears began to form in Sylvie's eyes.

Stephanie looked at the young hucow's beautiful face who she had taken her under her wing. She liked her fiery red hair, her dark blue eyes, her little-girl, he well-developed bosom. She understood that this girl needed support, needed guidance to prevent her from going down the wrong road. She took Sylvie's head and pulled her toward her to kiss her.

Sylvie began to sob, "Please don't leave! I need you, your advice, the warmth of your body and unconditional love."

"Shh," shushed Stephanie softly. Then she pulled her up and made her lay her head on her bosom.

Sylvie let herself be guided and lay down perpendicularly to Stephanie, putting her head on her friend's left breast. Still in tears, she looked at Stephanie in the eyes who was smiling tenderly.

Sylvie, who could feel Stephanie's nipple stiffen on her right cheek - it had become used to be hardened by her milking sessions - instinctively trapped the nipple with her mouth and began to suckle milk from the already full mammary glands.

Stephanie looked at the angelic face suckling her milk like a starved baby girl. She stroked the girl's hair like a mother does when breastfeeding a baby. She knew that this very sensual little one needed her. She kissed her twice on her brow while stroking her cheeks. Sylvie continued suckling in big gulps. She savoured the warm liquid coming from her friend's udder.

Stephanie began to feel that tingling sensation that would start out from the tips of her nipples, travel through her belly, and end its course at her clitoris. She panted softly so as not to distract the young hucow, but she also felt mini-orgasms emanating from her pelvic contractions.

Sylvie opened her eyes and smiled, fully understanding what was turning her friend upside down, the sexual pleasure of offering her breast. Then she noticed a little drop of milk oozing out of Stephanie's left breast. This little drop soon turned into small jets in front of the nursing hucow. In her trance, Stephanie had not noticed. So, Sylvie grabbed the tip of the teat in her fingers and directed it toward her own sex.

Stephanie smiled and looked at the little redhead. Gently, she kissed her again on her brow. She immediately understood what the young hucow needed, a circular massage on her little wet organ which had hardened during the suckling. She smiled and began turning her index finger while pressing it firmly on the organ to uncover its hood. This specific action made the fleshy button appear from beneath its protective covering. She massaged the button of pleasure which resulted in more intense sucking from the young hucow who was expressing her contentment by making deep sounds of satisfaction while swallowing more of the nourishing nectar.

After several minutes of precise manipulations, Sylvie let go of the udder because she felt the inexorable approach of her orgasm. "Ah, I'm cumming! Yes, it's so good. I'm cumming!"

Her limbs began to tremble. Her ecstasy reached its peak.

Stephanie also felt the contagion. An orgasm pierced her sex. The two women came at the same time. Both had their eyes closed crying out sounds of gratification. Stephanie's two udders continued to trickle for the few more moments that the two hucows were in their ecstatic state. Then, exhausted by so much sexual pleasure, they flopped together on the bed. With a smile on their lips, they slept intertwined with each other.

Their nap lasted a good half-hour. Then Stephanie opened her eyes and kissed Sylvie on the lips. This friendly gesture woke up the little hucow who opened her eyes in turn. The two hucows stood up and got themselves ready to go to the refectory to take their meals.

Sylvie was ready first and left the room. Slower, Stephanie, who was still mulling things over in her mind, followed her a half-hour later. On arriving in the refectory, she noticed that Sylvie was in the middle of a conversation with Claudine. She stopped paying attention, went to get her meal, and took a seat at a table.

Approaching her, Claudine said, "Sylvie told me that you want to talk to me. Come to my office afterwards. It will be quieter." Then she left the room to continue her daily activities.

Stephanie did not want Sylvie to rush things, but it was imperative for her to put her thoughts in order. She left the refectory and returned to her room to think things over.

After about an hour, she decided to go see Claudine. She knocked on her office door.

"Come in," Claudine called. "What's wrong?"

"I have a problem with what happened here. I received money after the time I spent with our clients yesterday afternoon. I thought what we were doing was for society's benefit, giving our milk to satisfy our clients."

"I understand what you're feeling, but sometimes, our clients want to please their partners in this form of satisfaction. They left you money to show you that they had a good time with you."

"Yes, perhaps, but they told me that there is a select club here, a swappers' club."

"True, some clients come here with their wives but they don't want to spend their relaxation time together. They choose their partners through sexual games."

"You told me that we, the hucows, are not obliged to stay in this institution, that I can leave when I want to."

"That's true. We don't tie up anyone. Maybe, at the beginning, the arrival of the hucows is forced, but it's for their own good so that, after several sessions, they can enjoy all the advantages of staying with us, realise their needs with unlimited carnal pleasure, bring out their fantasies, and become aware of their potential to receive and give pleasure while doing good with their bodies for society in general. But no one here will make you stay with us. You can resume your previous life. No one will hold you back. It's your choice. Here we offer all sorts of services. In return, you give up your milk for the more deprived. And you profit from the pleasures you have also given to our clients."

"But that's almost like prostitution."

"No way! You're not offering your body on the streets or in a brothel, like hookers. You benefit from the sensuality that our clients come to look for here. Don't pretend! You entered into their sexual games and you enjoyed it. It's not the same thing. I think your ideas are confused. The best thing for you to do is to take some time to think about all this. If you want, you can talk to me about it tomorrow. Go back to your room and think about everything I've told you. Tomorrow, you'll give me your answer.

Stephanie left Claudine's office and returned to her room. Lying done alone on the bed, she began to think about it. What should she do? Stay in this institution? Benefit from sharing pleasure with her companions, the other hucows? She had made new friends! She had loved the carnal relations that she had experienced with every hucow with whom she had had moments of pleasure and enjoyment! She liked giving her milk, having herself milked, feeling the milk rise in her breasts as it headed toward her nipples while being alternately suctioned by the milking machine, feeling that delicious tickling coming from the tips of her teats, travelling from her bosom to pass through her body and head toward the most sensual part of her body, her clitoris, and feeling the orgasm inside her rising to the point of no-return.

She adored the moments of sensuousness that she had spent with the other hucows, giving them pleasure, even love and receiving the same in return. She discovered new pleasures here, anal sex which she had never considered in any way before, the pleasure of ejaculating without restraint, unable to hold herself back: extreme enjoyment. Claire who had taken her a little under her wing, vulnerable Sylvie who hugged as if she were her little girl.

On the one hand, it was necessary to satisfy the clients and strangers. It wasn't that she was displeased on joining in on their sexual fantasies and being a sex toy, but she did not want to receive money for it. It made her feel dirty even if these people enjoyed her bodily assets, her inexperience and sometimes her vulnerability. She felt like she was caught in a gear, which did not displease her, but it was so confusing. It was against all the principles that came out of her education. She ruminated through these ideas in all senses and spent the afternoon brain-storming.

That evening, still having no answers, she went to bed. She would sleep on it. Sylvie would not be coming because she was spending the night with Anais, the most recent hucow to arrive at the dairy.

Early morning, Stephanie woke up. That's it. She had solved her problem. She knew what she was going to tell Claudine. She left the room and walked decisively to toward the office of Claude's assistant. She knocked on the door.

"Come in." she heard.

She opened the door. Claudine was sitting at her desk. Claude was next to her, bending over the dossiers that he was showing Claudine. Stephanie closed the door.

To be continued?

Author's afterword:

Dear readers,

This ends my story of Stephanie the hucow. It's now up to you to take over. What will Stephanie do? Will she leave the institution, take up her previous life and professional career? Or, instead, will she stay in the Good Breast dairy, resume the continuous carnal pleasures of being a hucow?

It's up to you. Let me know if you want me to continue this story and send me your thoughts and suggestions.

Thank you for participating with me in the Stephanie's hucow adventures because BEING A HUCOW IS AWESOME.