Knocking up the Hucow (Part 3)

by Bessie Hucow

Our favorite 50s Hucow is back. Peggy has given birth and is milking and ready to fulfill Carl’s contract to get knocked up. This time he wants her to sleep with him while his wife is present. How far will Carl and Peggy go to give Lee the one thing she’s always wanted? Will he take her hard and without protection? And why is everyone walking around on all fours mooing like a cow? Read on to find out!


It had been several months since Carl had offered to knock Emily and I up for the princely sum of twenty thousand dollars - ten thousand each. To put it in perspective, here in 1955 twenty thousand could buy a nice home.

My husband caught me dribbling another man's cum from my pregnant pussy into Emily's fertile pussy and he was understandably upset. I didn't have time to consult him about Carl's offer and wasn't prepared to turn down twenty thousand dollars. Especially when I was carrying another man's baby already - a man who also offered us a large sum of money for the privilege. It was starting to get complicated. Before all this, I was just a simple milk-man's wife.


Once I showed him the check, he became subdued. The deed was done, the ink was dry and the money was in the account. There was nothing he could do anyway. Carl came around every day to make sure he had his fill of fucking us cowgirls. His first batch of potent cum that he shot into me and I dripped into Emily's pussy, was enough to knock her up. She was thrilled to have another baby in her belly - even though she was going to have to give it over to Carl's barren wife.

Now that I had given birth to a healthy baby girl, it was time for the second part of our deal. He paid for two babies. Emily's - who was now happily five months pregnant - and mine. Since I was preggo at the time, the deal was, once I gave birth (with some time to recoup), I would allow him to knock me up. I'd been looking forward to the day when I would be inseminated by his dominant seed.

Apparently, he took a real liking to me because when the time drew near, he made a deal with my husband to have me sleep with him for a week. I was to do nothing but lounge around in his house all day long, basically being his personal tramp. That was kind of weird, but - okay, sure I can do that. I didn't know what his wife was going to do, but it turned out I didn't have to worry about her, she was thrilled with the whole situation and was looking forward to talking shop about babies and such. Like I said, this was getting very complicated.

It wasn't until I arrived at his place when I was at the peak of my fertility that I realized how desperate his situation had become and why he was willing to part with so much money for the babies. His wife had become so obsessed with having children that she no longer gave him the love and attention he needed. So, for one week, that was my job. To basically be his kind, loving wife, all the while getting knocked up with his baby. I decided that I would also see about getting Lee, his wife, to understand that she had more responsibilities than just cooking and cleaning.


About the Author

Bessie Hucow is a cow. She likes doing cow things such as mooing and eating grass. She also likes to write very dirty stories. How does a cow write dirty stories? Simple, she nicked a computer and brought it into her barn where she writes under lamplight in the middle of the night when all her humans think she's asleep.

Why? To bring you the very best stories that a cow can write.

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