The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 22

Original version by Lemaringouin, translated by Pimanko

Chapter 22 Stephanie's Arrival at New Dairy

Claude was in the airport hallway waiting for the arrival of flight 365. He saw Stephanie debark the airplane with a large smile on her lips, pass through immigration formalities and exit the door which led passengers the baggage reception area.

He walked over to her and asked, "Did you have a good trip?"

"Very good, the onboard staff were extremely nice. Madeleine Chambord, the flight director, personally took care of me."

"Good, let's head for the car and tell me everything."

They both climbed into the car which had been leased by the dairy and drove for an hour toward the new facilities. It was an impressive building, erected in the middle of the countryside, hidden by bushes and totally discreet. John welcomed them.

He kissed Stephanie on the lips and said, "We have reserved one the best rooms in our establishment for you. You'll be comfortable. All the equipment you might need are in place."

"Thank you. If it's okay, I would like to take a nice shower and settle in."

"Of course," the two men answered un unison. "Take your time. We'll come for you in an hour to give you a tour of our facilities."

"I put the outfit you'll need to wear during the visit on your bed," John told her.

Stephanie claimed her quarters. She undid her bag, put away her clothes and then stripped. Completely naked, she looked at herself through the big mirror in the room and admired her perfect body with its hanging breasts. She massaged gently. Then she stepped into the bathroom to take a good shower.

She soaped herself generously, in particular her crotch. She slid her fingers between the labia to her vagina in order to remove the dried juices that Madeleine had so skilfully produced in large quantity during their moments of enjoyment on the flight. How good it felt to be able to masturbate under the shower, letting the warm water flow freely over her body. She imagined herself sailing on the waves of an imaginary lover and being cradled in the arms of a handsome Apollo or a knowledgeable Sappho, who would make you feel alive. Any woman who has masturbated herself can attest to this.

Her breasts were beginning to bother her. It would normally be her time to be well milked. She pulled on her nipples to stretch them out and prolong the brief moment of ecstasy that she procured while masturbating under the shower. After a moment of physical and mental recuperation, she closed the faucets and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself and then headed towards her room to put on the clothes that had been left on her bed. She found only a see-through smock which had the dairy's name on the front, The Milky Dream, and put it on.

There was a knock on the door. Claude and John had come to pay her a visit. Both of them stood open-mouthed at the sight of this goddess in her see-through smock.

"You're fabulous," John told her while kissing her on the neck.

"Thank you." Stephanie smiled, her facing turning red.

All three headed towards the milking room. It was a large room completely covered up and down with pale-green tiles. Surprised, Stephanie saw no milking tables but rather some Transat-type armchairs, that is, an armchair with an adjustable backrest, two armrests, but with a horizontal partition enabling them to be separated into a 'V' shape spacing from feet to seat.

John noticed Stephanie's unease.

She turned to Claude and asked, "They don't use milking tables like we do at home?"

"No," John answered, "the hucows here recline comfortably like on a cruise ship or at the edge of swimming pool.

"Why this separation?"

"Well, it serves to separate the legs so as to open up the hucows' sexes. It also allows our milking colleagues or occasional visitors to kneel in front of the proffered sex to coddle, lick the clitoris or anus while milking the hucow.

"Ah, I see. But since the candidates' udders aren't hanging down, it must be harder to express the milk."

"No, not at all," Claude answered. "You're going to be able to experience it for yourself. Here they have equipment we don't know about back home. I'm going to take off your smock and you can lie down on the Transat.

Once she had taken off her smock, Stephanie was as naked as a jaybird and set herself down on the armchair. John approached with a device made from a synthetic material consisting of two skin-coloured flexible tubes with a five cm (about two inches - ed.) opening at one end with a rigid stainless-steel ring and a closing mechanism with a diameter of 30 cm (about 15 inches - ed.) open at the other end. The two tubes looked like elongated sacks attached together by an adjustable strap each possessing a Velcro-type band counterpart that kept the ensemble firmly in place on the bosom of the hucow to be milked.

"It looks like two bags of potatoes," Stephanie said.

"No, the flexible hoses are adjustable thermoses. The heat of the udders makes the material shrink so that they fit perfectly to your breasts.

John put the sacks on each of Stephanie's udders while Claude adjusted the Velcro straps on the hucow's back Once it was fitted, the two teats stood out through the opening in the bottom of the bags. The heat of Stephanie's bosom was enough to make the material fit each of her udders perfectly.

"That's surprising," Stephanie then said. "It also doesn't squeeze too hard. You could say that the sacks take their shape from my breasts."

"Yes, in effect, that's how it happens. It should also be comfortable. Your skin doesn't perspire because this latex-type material let's it breath. Now, if you look carefully, there is a small spiral strip in the latex from your bosom which wraps your breasts up to the metal tips where your teats come from. This strip is going the create a pulsed electro-magnetic field at a given frequency. It is this field that will enhance the extraction of your milk. It's called electro-stimulation. You don't need to create a strong vacuum to milk our future hucows. A little simple void will let the milk be directed toward the milk line, which won't hurt your udders."

John approached with two transparent cups which were tied to the central milk line by translucid flexible tubes. He blocked each teat on the metal end of membranes fixed onto each breast. On each breast, Stephanie now wore a membrane adjusted to the size of each teat. Her 5-cm teats were clearly visible inside the transparent nozzles.

"Now we're going to busy ourselves with your lower orifices."

Claude took a stainless-steel plug which he had previously coated with a lubricant with his index finger. He put his still greased finger on the young woman's anal ring to prepare for the plug's penetration. The latter was tied electrically to a forearm on the armchair where Stephanie was ensconced. The plug's penetration was done gently. Stephanie felt the slightly cold intrusion go inside her.

John approached with a rather peculiar vaginal pump. It consisted of a transparent cup tied electrically to the other forearm on the armchair. Stephanie looked at this new toy with interest. Inside, in the middle, was a conductive, flexible vibrating penis with a little hole on its meatus. This hole allowed for the introduction of an electroconductive gel into the depths of the vagina, which facilitated the creation of a pulsed field and obtaining an orgasm. Another flexible tube allowed for the creation of a vacuum so that the cup could be adapted to outer labia of the hucow's sex. John neared Stephanie's vagina and turned on the little vacuum pump, suctioning the lips to the vagina. Stephanie felt the suctioning while the penis penetrated into her vagina deeply. A cold viscous liquid invaded the inside of her sex.

The entire team was ready. Claude turned on all the electrical equipment. At first, Stephanie felt a spark in each udder. This prickling sensation started at the base of her breasts near the chest passing through the mammary glands in successive waves, and in a spiral fashion, ended on the tips of the nipples. After a short moment, and through, intermittent and bubbling gushes, the milk splashed against the walls of the transparent cups that covered the teats. The weak void created in the cups then directed it to the milk line. The electro-magnetic force field forced the milk in the mammary glands (lactiferous sinus) to drain off toward the milk ducts.

Stephanie saw the milk, making bubbles, come out in powerful pulsating gushes into the transparent cups placed at the tips of her breasts. What a pleasure it was to see her udders being emptied so effortlessly while feeling that pleasurable prickling sensation. But the prickling didn't stop there! It continued its course toward Stephanie's vagina, passing through her cores and concluding its course to her clitoris and ending on the cock inserted in the hucow's vagina. The pulsing current made its way toward the plug occupying her anus. The entire pulsating electromagnetic path caused all of the Stephanie's internal muscles to shudder. Smiling and happy to feel these new pleasures without any effort, Stephanie felt her excitement increase more and more quickly and strongly in synchronization with the currents created by the stimulator. Her orgasm arrived in leas as the extraction of the warm milk from her udders progressed. Stephanie began to sigh with pleasure.

"Is it good?" Claude asked her.

"Yes, it's delicious," Stephanie, who was approaching the peak of her orgasm, barely managed to answer. "What am I feeling?"

"We use an electro-stimulator to facilitate the expression of your milk," John answered. It also makes your sphincters work."

"Ah, I'm cumming!" cried Stephanie, showing the whites of her eyes.

"I believe our hucow likes her first milking here at your place," Claude commented.

"Yes, it's true! I think she has never felt this kind of ecstasy before," John answered.

Stephanie's orgasm lasted several minutes, accentuated by the electromagnetic generator's stimulative effects. He body began to tremble uncontrollably. John and Claude added to the hucow's pleasure by stroking her body which was enflamed with internal sensual delights. The milking lasted a good 35 minutes. Stephanie experienced a dozen intense orgasms. Moreover, unlike the milking carried out at the Good Breast dairy, she did feel the least bit fatigued. At the end of the milking, her udders were decongested and empty. No more milk came out. John stopped the stimulators and worked with Claude to release Stephanie from the equipment.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Claude.

"It's unheard-of I really liked this type of milking. My breasts were emptied naturally. Plus, it was extraordinarily enjoyable. We should have this type of equipment at home."

"Well, it's done. I ordered enough to milk 20 hucows at the same time. Here, they bought 200. I can tell that the supplier is extremely delighted to do business with us. Now, after seeing you enjoy yourself like that, John and I are aroused. Now you are going to position yourself so that you can take on two virile flesh-and-blood members. Get on all fours and make us happy."

Stephanie did as she was told while John and Claude lowered their trousers and pulled their erect members out of their underwear. John got behind the hucow and pushed his cock into Stephanie's anus while Claude approached her from the front. He made her open her mouth wide and then stuck his member, which was also quite hard, in it. The two men made to-and-fro movements in orifices they occupied, ejaculated their sperm together at the same time as Stephanie experienced a last violent orgasm. Yes, this time, the hucow was exhausted, collapsed on the Transat, and then fell asleep.

"I believe we exhausted her this time. What a wonderful life a hucow has to live for so many moments of pleasure, finish in a blaze of stars and a smile on her lips," John finished saying.