The Farmer’s Hucow 3

by Bessie Hucow

Having aced every challenge put before her, Amanda has one, final test to pass before she can become a full member of Jeffrey’s coveted Hucow farm. Without so much as a rest, she must satisfy both Stan and Don, letting them take her hard and without protection. Will she submit to their dominance? How far will she go to get her story? Amanda is definitely in for the ride of her life as she gets roped and lassoed and treated like a common cow. What will it take to satisfy these two hungry, dominant cowboys?

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Wow, I couldn't believe that I had just been knocked up by two sexy, powerful cowboys. I smiled as I tasted their combined cum as it dribbled down my thighs. I could get used to this!

I knew that I was supposed to introduce myself to Stan and Don, the two toughest cowboys on the farm. But I was getting hungry and needed a few minutes to recuperate, so I stopped into the cafeteria and grabbed myself some delicious cake.

While I was eating, one of the Hucows came and sat down next to me. I'd seen her around, but hadn't had a chance to introduce myself yet.

"Hi," she said shyly, "I'm Penelope. Mind if I sit here?" she was carrying a tray that looked like enough food for three people. I guess producing all this milk was a drain on the body's resources. I looked her up and down. She was a pretty girl, about my height - which was very short - with long black hair and sparkly green eyes. She, too, was naked.


"Sure, I was just grabbing a quick bite to eat. My name's Amanda. But you can call me Mandy." I motioned to the seat next to me.

"Looks delish," she said as she plopped down. "So, are you a new recruit?" She asked as she grabbed a roll and buttered it. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”

I nodded. "I'm still in my initiation. How many rounds are there, anyway?"


"Oh." I smiled and stuck the last bit of cake into my mouth. "Then after Don and Stan I guess I'll be --"

"Don and Stan?" Her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide.

"Yeah, is there something I should know about them?" I asked, suddenly wondering what she was worried about.

"Oh," she said, digging back into her dinner as though nothing had happened, "Nothing."

I put my arm on hers. "Penelope, if there's something I need to know, could you please tell me?"

She looked around the room pensively. "I don't know if I should be telling you this..."

I leaned closer. "Then whisper it. I swear I won't let anyone know you said anything."

Penelope took a deep breath, downed some of her juice and sighed. "All right. But you've got to swear on your titty milk."

Was that a thing? I almost laughed, but that probably would've scared her off. "I swear on my titty milk that I won't breathe a word of this to anyone."

"Okay." She didn't look entirely convinced, but leaned closer anyway. "They're not like the other cowboys."

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brow.

"Shh!" Penelope held a finger to her lips. "They're a bit more...rough." Her voice dropped to a nearly inaudible level at the last word.

"Rough?" I raised my eyebrow.

She nodded. "I can't say much more than that. Just be prepared for a bumpy ride."


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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