The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 17

The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 17

Chapter 17 Difficult Reunions by Lemaringouin and translated by Pimanko

After a comfortable milking, Stephanie went back to her room. She took a good shower. The warm water slid down the length of her body. She used the hand shower to make sure every intimate part of her, which she had soaped thoroughly, was cleaned.

She took time her time with her two breasts whose internal pressure had been relieved by the production of milk. She stretched her nipples by pinching them energetically. She kneaded them and rolled them between her fingers She took hold of her mammaries and slid her hands toward the nipples. Her teats were elongated and reddened by the milking that they just had undergone.

She also washed her hair and then to blow-dried it. She rinsed herself off generously and dried herself vigorously with her bathroom towel. She lay down on the bed, still thoughtful, with a big smile on her lips.

'What a joy to use the dairy's industrial milking machine,' she thought.

Then, when it was time to eat, she headed off for the mess hall. She hoped to find all her friends, in particular Sylvie who she had not seen for a month since the day of her departure.

Claudine sat next to her and asked, "What do you think of the milking?"

"Very good, I haven't felt such sensations since I left, the pleasure of feeling my udders suctioned by the milking machine, the sight of seeing my milk flowing out in big gushes and feeling my breasts gradually being emptied.

"And the toys!"

"Oh yes, I missed them too. Mine at home are not comparable. These ones are really made for us women.

"They were made precisely with women in mind. Their designers consulted with us for a year. They even participated in our activities. There was even one who asked us to make her into a hucow. She was married and had two children. She feeds her entire family with her milk at breakfast. She comes back regularly for a week among us for an upgrade. She likes her situation so much that she doesn't want to lose even a drop of her production. The upgrade lets her keep up her performance at the maximum.

"Tell me. Have you seen Sylvie?" Stephanie asked. "I haven't come across her, either at the milking or in our room."

"Actually, she's spending the evening with the countess. She won't be back before midnight. You'll see her tomorrow!"

"Ah, good."

The two hucows finished their supper. Stephanie went to her room. She wanted to watch some television before going to sleep. After watching several programmes, she shut off the television. She left the light on and closed her eyes, lying down on her bed.

Towards 1:00 in the morning, the door to the room opened, causing her to wake up from her sleep. She saw Sylvie enter the room. Without saying a word, she headed toward her bed. She was totally naked and seemed satisfied with her evening.

"Hello, Sylvie," Stephanie said.

Her friend did not answer.

"How are you doing, Sylvie?"

Again, no response.

Stephanie got up from her bed and walked over to Sylvie's.

"Don't come nearer," Sylvie cried in a dry tone. "I'm angry with you."

"What? Why?"

"Why? You ask me?"

"Yes, why are you angry with me?"

"Well, because you abandoned me. You left me without telling me, not even saying good bye or asking me if I would like to go with you. I have confidence in you. You disappointed me. I thought I meant something to you. But madam left me here! You betrayed me." Tears flowed from the young hucow's eyes.

"Sylvie, I explained to you what was bothering me at the time. I had to go. I had to go home."

"Yes, you told me you had to write an article. Did you do it?"

"Yes, I wrote it."

"So, did it get published?"

"No, it won't happen."

On hearing those words, Sylvie began to sob more forcefully. "So, the whole time you were alone was for nothing?"

"Quite to the contrary, I became conscious of my place here, that I'm made for this, and that I don't want to leave here anymore or leave you behind."

Sylvie shed hot tears. Stephanie sat next to Sylvie and took her in her arms.

"Shush," she urged.

She tugged the weeping young women's head toward her put it on her bosom. She stroked her hair, trying to comfort her as best as she could. Sylvie then sobbed more heavily.

Stephanie realized that she had hurt her young companion. She reached for Sylvie's mouth with hers and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. The latter let her herself be mollified and opened her lips letting Stephanie's tongue enter her mouth.

Sylvie's bosom was shaking with cries that she tried to stifle. Stephanie held her tightly in her arms. Their kiss lasted several minutes. It was enough time for Sylvie to calm down and regain her composure.

"Swear to me you'll never leave me again!" she said.

"Of course, I swear it. I've come back for real. I won't leave you alone anymore."

She stroked Sylvie's back, knowing that she had to offer comfort to her young friend. She shifted Sylvie's head toward her right teat and had her cling to her breast. Sylvie did not have to be asked. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in the erect nipple. She began to suckle the sweet milk from her benefactor who knew how to protect her, to cuddle her, to care for her since they had first met in the milking parlour for preparing new hucows.

"That's it! Suckle me like that!"

Sylvie swallowed a huge gulp of warm liquid that had entered her mouth. This maternal gesture calmed her down. Stephanie dried off the tears that had flowed from her protégée's beautiful blue eyes. She stroked her hair. Sylvie continued to suckle greedily like a thirsty infant. In fact, she needed to quench her thirst after spending a wonderful time with the countess.

After several minutes, Stephanie reached out her hand toward Sylvie's sex. In a precise gesture, she moved her fingers between her vaginal lips, which were still wet from the caresses she had experienced instants before with the countess. Sylvie moaned softly on feeling Stephanie's tender gestures. Using her index finger, the latter sought out the little rigid button situated at the top of the vagina. She caressed it with circular motions which caused Sylvie's entire body to become aroused and increased the suctioning.

Stephanie continued to rub the young hucow's clitoris and felt her become more relaxed. The young woman had not forgotten her cuddling. The love that she had felt for this superb young creature stimulated her innermost maternal feelings.

Sylvie, lying full-length on Stephanie's knees, spread her legs widely to make more room for the inquisitive finger which made her feel her woman's pleasure. Her body felt jolts of enjoyment. Her lower limbs trembled as her orgasm approached. She let go of the nipple that was filling her mouth.

"Ah, yes, I'm cumming. Keep going. Make me die of happiness!"

Stephanie took advantage to kiss her again in the mouth. Her tongue penetrated deeply into the young hedonist's mouth. Their tongues intermingled and wriggled together. Sylvie's orgasm lasted several minutes. Then all the muscles of her body relaxed completely. She was entirely satisfied. She let Stephanie's lips go. Her eyes were closed, wet from that moment of ecstasy. She fell asleep on Stephanie's bosom.

After several moments, she lifted the young woman's totally relaxed pleasure-filled body and laid her on the bed. She tucked her in and stroked her hair just like her mother had when she was an infant.

She got ready for sleep. She shut off the alarm clock on Sylvie's night table and lay down beside her with a big smile on her lips. Sylvie had forgiven her! She clung to the young hucow's body and encircled firmly in her arms. Touching the skin of Sylvie's body, feeling the heat that came from it and getting back her young protégée, like she did before, all of it reassured her and calmed her totally. She fell asleep in turn.