Page 37 of Runaway Hucow

As soon as their lips separated, Peyton was there to take his turn with her, and the little hucow let out a muffled moan of pleasure as Spike’s brother kissed her hard and deep. The eager young bull had already stripped his britches off, and now Spike took the opportunity to do the same.

His poor cock had been aching all day long, straining against the front of his britches like a trapped animal. When it finally swung free, the feeling of relief was enormous.

By then, Peyton was pulling back to catch his breath, and the little hucow was swooning atop the table, looking half drunk from the double shot of affection she’d just been given.

Spike moved in closer, his naked erection prodding against her jeans, and Peyton moved in on the other side. Their hands worked in tandem to unfasten the knot holding her shirt together. Then they pulled the two flaps of her shirt open, exposing her chest to the soft golden light shining in through the west-facing windows. The hucow let out a desperate, startled cry.

For a moment, Spike and his brother just stood there, drinking in that glorious sight—the curved swell of her full breasts, the enticing tautness of her nipples. Then they dove at her in unison, pushing her down roughly onto the table and staking their claim over her breasts, Spike on one side, Peyton on the other.

As soon as Spike wrapped his lips around her hard nipple, he could taste her milk flowing into him, warm and rich and laced with the flavors of everything she had eaten that day. His cock throbbed with desire, and he had to clamp down hard with his inner muscles to keep his seed from escaping. He wasn’t about to waste his load on the floor like that, although truthfully it wouldn’t have mattered. As soon as his first load was spent, he knew he would have a second ready to go, and a third, and a fourth. The little hucow seemed to have the same effect on his balls as he and Peyton had on her breasts. As long as they were together, they would never have to worry about running out of milk or seed.

Tess writhed and mewled beneath him on the table as he suckled. “Oh my God,” she said. “That feels so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t either of you stop.”

Spike wasn’t about to stop. Not until he had wrung every last drop of milk from her body, and he knew the same was true for Peyton too. He wanted to say that to the hucow, but speaking would require him to stop feasting on her, and he wasn’t willing to do that for even a fraction of a second.

So he told her silently instead, spelling out the letters of his message with the tip of his tongue while he sucked her. He didn’t know if the hucow was able to read what he was writing on her nipple, but she probably got the gist of it. At the very least, she must have enjoyed the sensation, because she arched her back and moaned as her flow increased.

Spike grunted with satisfaction. He could hear Peyton grunting beside him too. It felt good sharing the hucow with his brother like this. So natural, so right.

“Don’t stop,” the hucow whimpered, her voice thick with need. “It’s almost there. It’s coming. You’re going to make me come…”

Yes, Spike thought. Come for me, my little hucow. Come inside my mouth. Fill my mouth with your climax.

He didn’t spell those words out for her, but he channeled those thoughts into the intensity of his sucking. He was using his hands too, squeezing and massaging her as he sucked. He could feel the milk squelching inside her, and her nipple felt as hard as a pellet of buckshot against his tongue.

Her hand clutched one of his horns, and he guessed her other hand was clutching one of Peyton’s at the same time. She wasn’t steering them, she was just holding on, bracing herself for the explosion they all three knew was coming. Her tiny muscles tensed in anticipation. Her chest heaved.

“Here it comes,” she gasped. “Oh my God, I’m about to—”

Her milk stopped flowing for half a second, then it gushed out of her all at once, flooding Spike’s mouth with sweetness and warmth. He was barely able to gulp it all down before the second eruption came, followed by a third and a fourth, until she had gushed into him a dozen times or more. With each hot pulse of fluid, her breasts shrank just a little, until finally they were almost half the size as when they had started—but still very large and round by anyone’s standards.

As her climax finally subsided, she went limp against the table and lay there panting while Spike lapped up the last few dribbles that had leaked down her breasts.

“Oh,” she said softly. “Oh…”

Spike and his brother took turns kissing her. Then they took her arms and pulled her upright. Her hair was a mess from her flailing orgasm, and her face and chest were flushed and sheened with a thin layer of perspiration. For a few moments, she looked back and forth between them like someone waking up from a dream. Then her hands found their hard cocks, and she became reenergized. She started to stroke them both with her fingers. Then she started to pump them. It was all Spike could do to keep from coming immediately.

“Quick,” he said. “Let’s get those jeans off her.”

He unbuckled her belt and unfastened the buttons of her fly, then he and Peyton worked together to peel the tight britches down her thick thighs and off her feet. The skin between her legs was damp with arousal, and so was the crotch of the jeans they had just pulled off her. Spike lifted the denim up to his snout and inhaled deeply. The smell nearly made him ejaculate.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Peyton, you’ve got to get a whiff of this.”

Spike handed the jeans to his brother to sniff. The younger minotaur was not as successful at containing his seed. A few drops of pearly fluid bubbled out of his tip and dripped onto the floor between his hooves. The hucow saw it and whined with arousal.

Spike chuckled. “Sounds like our little hucow is ready for her supper, brother. And it looks like you’re ready to give it to her.”

“What about you?” Peyton asked.

“Me? I just had my supper. Now I’ve got a hankering for a little dessert. Now help me get this little hucow turned over.”

Together they turned her so she was on all fours on top of the table, her body lined up crosswise with the table’s length. Peyton moved around in front of her, and she quickly lowered her head to take him into her mouth even as she raised her hindquarters up a little higher, lifting them like an offering.

Spike stood there for a long moment with his hands on his hips, smiling and shaking his head as he enjoyed the view. Then he pulled up a chair and took a seat behind her, bringing his face level with her upraised rump. He nestled his snout against her wet, pink folds and drank in the scent of her arousal again. The odor in her jeans had been strong, but now he was taking it straight from the source, and the effect was downright intoxicating. He felt drunk with lust. He needed to taste her arousal, even more than he’d needed her milk.

Spike clutched the hucow’s round hips between his hands and jammed his face against her even harder, working his tongue between the lips of her sex, lapping up her juices like he was dying of thirst.

Across the table, the hucow mewled softly, but her voice was muted by Peyton’s cock.