Page 55 of Runaway Hucow

Two very horny bisonmen.

Peyton was only a few strides away from her now, and she could see the imprint of his hard length pressing against the front of his britches. Spike, meanwhile, was lying on top of her, and while she couldn’t actually see his arousal, she could feel it rubbing against her through the thin cotton of her drawers.

Her core fluttered as she remembered the way Spike had mated with her on the dinner table a few days ago, and how Peyton had done it to her up against the wall of the barn. Now they were both going to do it. They were going to take turns at her.

She wished there was some way they could both mate with her at the same time, but that was just getting greedy.

Peyton knelt beside her and dropped his satchel on the ground. Tess wondered what the bisonman was carrying in there, but before she had a chance to question him about it, he leaned over and kissed her so deeply and so sensuously, all queries were instantly forgotten, and all she could think about was how desperately she needed to feel the two bisonmen inside her, hard and hot and thrusting.

It wasn’t all the stuff Spike had just told her that was making her feel this way. Her body had been in a permanent state of arousal ever since she had woken up, but the flame of her desire had gotten buried beneath her feelings of guilt and mistrust. Now that those feelings were gone, her need was burning out of control, sweeping over her body like wildfire and threatening to consume her whole if it wasn’t extinguished soon.

Peyton broke off his kiss with her and looked at Spike.

“Brother, I think this little hucow is in need of a good milking. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right. Let’s get her out of this dress.”

“Wait!” Tess cried, pressing her hands against Spike’s broad chest. “I don’t need to be milked. Not yet.”

Spike gave her a quizzical look. “Are you sure, ma’am?”

“I’m sure.” It was true. Her body seemed to be changing again. During those first few days, her milk production had been completely out of control. Now her breasts seemed to be acclimating to the bisonmen’s stimulating presence. She was still making milk, and she would definitely need to be milked again soon, but her rate of production had become more manageable, and that meant she could focus her attention on other things.

At the moment, she was thinking of two very long, hard things in particular.

“Today,” Tess said. “I want to milk you first. Both of you.”

The two brothers looked at each other in astonishment. Peyton was the first to break into a grin. He shrugged. “Well, I reckon we’d better give the hucow what she wants.”

“I reckon so,” said Spike.

The two bisonmen stood up and started to undress themselves in front of her. Tess sat up and watched them, trying her best not to drool. Her eyes darted from one shirtless bisonman to the other, then back again. Their bodies were different, but she liked them both equally, Peyton’s slightly taller, more lithe form, and Spike’s broader, bulkier physique. Both of the brothers had abdominal muscles that would have made a Greek god jealous, and when they finally got their britches off, their cocks were long and hard with arousal.

Tess nibbled at her lip and looked back and forth between them, trying to decide which one to taste first. She wished she had a coin to flip for it, because she couldn’t make up her mind. They both looked equally appetizing.

Then she remembered her clothing, and she recalled the way Peyton had ripped her dress yesterday in a fit of passion. If that kept happening, she would end up without any clothes at all.

She decided she’d better undress too.

Though it was a struggle, Tess forced herself to take her time with it. She was feeling naughty, and she wanted to tease the minotaurs a little. She was eager to watch their reactions as she gradually revealed her body to them, like a performer in a burlesque show. She swayed her hips and turned in a circle, dancing to her own internal music as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress and took it off. Her cotton petticoats were the next to go, followed by her camisole and then her drawers. She kept her stockings on. This morning, as she’d been getting dressed, she’d looked at herself in the mirror wearing nothing but her stockings, and she’d thought she looked rather sexy like that.

It seemed like the minotaurs agreed. Their hard cocks were twitching and bucking like a pair of wild broncos.

Tess went down on all fours in the grass and crawled toward the two bisonmen. They got down on their knees in front of her, spreading their legs into a wide stance, so that their cocks would be level with her face. They were both leaking copious amounts of precum, and Tess could feel her own abundant wetness seeping out from between her legs.

Peyton had been inside her last, so she decided to start with Spike today. She licked him from his tip all the way down to his sacs and back out again, letting her tongue gather all the salty precum running down the underside of his shaft. Then she did the same thing to Peyton. For a few minutes, she went back and forth between them, moaning softly and licking them until both their cocks were glistening with her saliva.

Then she started to suck them.

She took Spike inside her mouth. He was so thick, his tip was all she could handle at first, but with a bit of effort, she managed to get her lips partway down his shaft. Her jaw ached from his girth, but it was a good ache, and it reminded her of the way he had stretched her other lips a few days before on the dinner table. Her pussy wept at the memory.

Peyton’s cock was somewhat thinner, and she was able to fit more of him inside her face. A lot more, actually. She took him so deep that it made her eyes water, but she liked the way his cock felt going down her throat, and she liked the way his hot skin tasted on her tongue.

For a while, she shifted back and forth between them, letting the two brothers share her mouth. Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva and precum dripping from her chin, while behind her a different kind of wetness ran down the insides of her thighs.

At last, she couldn’t take it any longer. She pulled back, trailing strings of moisture between her lips and Spike’s hard cock, and she started to beg, not with words—the things she needed were far too shameful to be spoken out loud—but with her eyes.

The bisonmen understood her perfectly.