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Five horny Hucows, two hot cowboys and a barnful of milk. What else do you need? Seriously, this is one hot story that you don’t want to miss out on!
These Hucows just wanna have fun!
Five horny Hucows decide that they’ve had enough and they just want to get away for a break. What do five horny Hucows do when they’re alone in a barn together? Why, you’ll just have to read on to find out!
But that’s not all! Once the boss finds out that they’re gone, he’s livid and orders his two cowboys to wrangle them in. Two hot, studly cowboys + five VERY horny and fertile Hucows = tons of gooey, creamy fun!
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"Come on, guys! It'll be fun. We'll be good cows tomorrow." Jessica led the rebellion by taking off her milking pumps. "See? No one died."
The other girls murmured amongst themselves. They had been brought here to the farm for one purpose: to be milked. That was their sole purpose in life.
"I don't know," Brandy looked around at the other girls. "This sounds...dangerous."
"Of course it's dangerous!" Jessica raised her arms, her long, golden hair falling about her face. "That's the whole goal. Day in and day out we sit here, chat about the day's gossip and watch our milk get sucked out of out sore, tender breasts and into these impersonal machines."
She came over to Taylor, the mousy brown-haired nineteen-year-old who just came to the farm a week ago and pulled off her pumps.
"See? Freeing, isn't it?"
"I don't know..." Maria flicked her black hair from her dark chocolate brown eyes.
READ MORE"Don't we deserve some fun? Come on, girls! It's only for a few hours. We'll be good little moo cows after that. But let's have some fun now!"
After several minutes of deliberation, Brandy stood up and ripped off her pumps. "Well, okay. Why not. What's the worst that could happen?"
One by one the other girls followed suit. Linda, always the practical, quiet one, was the last to lay down her milking implements.
"That's the spirit, girls!" Jessica shut down all the machines and led them quietly out of the room. "We girls just want to have fun, right?"
They all murmured their assent. They didn't see the flashing red lights go off above their heads.
*****
"Jimmy! Just what the Sam hell are those fucking cows doing now?"
Jimmy nearly jumped out of his chair as Shifford, his boss, strolled by. He frantically punched a few buttons on his monitor and saw that the Hucow milking barn was empty.
He looked at his watch. Was it quitting time already? He had to stop drinking so late.
"Do you see what time it is, Jimmy?" His boss loomed over him. Shifford was an imposing character. He owned a half-dozen Hucow farms across the state and he took pride in making sure that not a drop of milk was lost.
Jimmy gulped. "It's three-thirty, sir!" He tried to avoid looking in his eyes, but the boss wouldn't let him.
"You're the fucking manager here, where are your girls?"
"Well, sir, see..."
"And how long have they been gone?" He pounded his meaty fist down on the computer table and blew a puff of cigar smoke angrily in his face. "Dammit Jimmy! I'm not running a charity here. I want you to find your lost cows and get them back here on the double."
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