Hucow/Milking

[Handy2427]

I’m 36M seeking any age f with a hucow, milking, or breastfeeding kink to chat, rp, and email/ pen pal. The thought of milking plump utters is such a turn on. And nursing and suckling to a full belly would be euphoric! Pm me if this sounds like it would be pleasurable to explore!

 

[coastalfishingguy]

I’m 36M seeking any age f with a hucow, milking, or breastfeeding kink to chat, rp, and email/ pen pal. The thought of milking plump utters is such a turn on. And nursing and suckling to a full belly would be euphoric! Pm me if this sounds like it would be pleasurable to explore!

let me know if you find someone. i think that is hot!

Jim

 

[Bandit17]

I’m 36M seeking any age f with a hucow, milking, or breastfeeding kink to chat, rp, and email/ pen pal. The thought of milking plump utters is such a turn on. And nursing and suckling to a full belly would be euphoric! Pm me if this sounds like it would be pleasurable to explore!

Petite woman in 50s with large breasts here. Never knew this was a thing! Always somewhat embarrassed by my extra large nipples.

 

[coastalfishingguy]

Oh, yes for me its a thing…. Just imagining now… I how fond memories of my Mom.

 

[coastalfishingguy]

Maybe go to chat and make our own room?

 

[Bandit17]

Fascinating! What appeals to you most about it?

 

[coastalfishingguy]

Hard to explain. Maybe it’s a thing in my head from my mother.

 

[BansheeDaddy23]

I have the same thought and have never found someone to chat with about it

 

[Stoicbutfun]

Petite woman in 50s with large breasts here. Never knew this was a thing! Always somewhat embarrassed by my extra large nipples.

Mmmm and you shouldn’t be embarrassed by them, I love large nipples and cock play with them, you asked why it’s such a turn on, the hucow, milking and breastfeeding. It’s a difficult one, but I love the feeling that a woman enjoys her breasts and wants to have them adored and suckled, something about the sexualisation of breast feeding too, but do PM me, love to chat and explore!

 

[bbwAlexa]

Breastfeeding's an interesting kink. Heaps of males into it as they like the male submissive aspects. But I enjoy it for the male dominant aspect of it. (edited because I cannot type apparently.)

 

[cbrRunner]

Petite woman in 50s with large breasts here. Never knew this was a thing! Always somewhat embarrassed by my extra large nipples.

Your extra large nipples sound delightful. Please don’t ever be embarrassed by them.

 

[fastbreakplayer]

Petite woman in 50s with large breasts here. Never knerw this was a thing! Always somewhat embarrassed by my extra large nipples.

OMG. Why are you embarrassed by your extra large nipples? I would suck them for hours. Please show them to us.

 

[Notquietright]

Petite woman in 50s with large breasts here. Never knew this was a thing! Always somewhat embarrassed by my extra large nipples.

Mmmm Bandit17 large breasts always get attention, the way they move, almost by themselves at every opportunity is mesmerising. Add nipples, especially when prominent, and eyes can not leave them alone...
...maybe that's just me haha

 

[tequiladancer]

Petite woman in 50s with large breasts here. Never knew this was a thing! Always somewhat embarrassed by my extra large nipples.

Love petite women. Lactating now?

 

[RogerThat208]

For most who dabble in it Hucow (human cow) roleplay is typically a kinky niche variation of consensual BDSM play.

Fascinating! What appeals to you most about it?

Hucow play involves many of the same things as with other variations of BDSM play: Consensual power exchange with elements of dominance and submission. The hucow's opportunity to temporarily escape into the submissive hucow role and escape the complexities and responsibilities of being a human being for a while. The dominant Farmer's objectification, use, and control of the submissive hucow.

Farm animal roleplay is obviously a big part of this too, including emphasis on breeding and milking etc. Thus the enthusiastic interest from the men here regarding your "large breasts" and "extra-large nipples".

In hucow parlance, it appears you've wandered into the barn (this thread) out of curiosity (a typical bovine trait) and inadvertently confessed to a bunch of horny Farmers (and probably some townies too) that you have lovely big teats with unusually large nipples, and that you're quite embarrassed about it.

This is delightful, quite arousing, and very much in character for a hucow. Perhaps even more so because you didn't even realize that you were doing it. So it's not at all surprising that you're garnering so much attention in the replies above. Like the other boys, I'm quite curious too.

I've enjoyed some previous kinky fun playing the Farmer role online and "owning" a couple of hucows at different times. One was just curious and experimenting, and the other was quite into it. Both were sweet intelligent women and great fun. I've read some of your posts in some other threads too and you seem like great fun too.

Feel free to send me a DM if you've got further curiosity or other interest about hucow play, even if just platonic.

 

[tequiladancer]

For most who dabble in it Hucow (human cow) roleplay is typically a kinky niche variation of consensual BDSM play.

Hucow play involves many of the same things as with other variations of BDSM play: Consensual power exchange with elements of dominance and submission. The hucow's opportunity to temporarily escape into the submissive hucow role and escape the complexities and responsibilities of being a human being for a while. The dominant Farmer's objectification, use, and control of the submissive hucow.

Farm animal roleplay is obviously a big part of this too, including emphasis on breeding and milking etc. Thus the enthusiastic interest from the men here regarding your "large breasts" and "extra-large nipples".

In hucow parlance, it appears you've wandered into the barn (this thread) out of curiosity (a typical bovine trait) and inadvertently confessed to a bunch of horny Farmers (and probably some townies too) that you have lovely big teats with unusually large nipples, and that you're quite embarrassed about it.

This is delightful, quite arousing, and very much in character for a hucow. Perhaps even more so because you didn't even realize that you were doing it. So it's not at all surprising that you're garnering so much attention in the replies above. Like the other boys, I'm quite curious too.

I've enjoyed some previous kinky fun playing the Farmer role online and "owning" a couple of hucows at different times. One was just curious and experimenting, and the other was quite into it. Both were sweet intelligent women and great fun. I've read some of your posts in some other threads too and you seem like great fun too.

Feel free to send me a DM if you've got further curiosity or other interest about hucow play, even if just platonic.

absolutely interested

 

[RogerThat208]

absolutely interested

LOL, post up a pic of your swollen needy teats and drippy cow cunt and maybe we can chat.

'Cuz right now you appear to be just another thirsty male townie to this Farmer.

 

[Itzeva]

Petite woman in 50s with large breasts here. Never knew this was a thing! Always somewhat embarrassed by my extra large nipples.

I love large nipples,would like to see one

 

[KnickersandPanties101]

I'm Lactating and need my Titties sucked! The more they are played with and milked the more I can produce.

 

[secretSanna]

Not my #1 kink but I do love reading erotica in this topic and then dream of a simple life as a hucow...

 

[secretSanna]

Fell down a rabbit hole yesterday and ended up fantasising of being someone's hucow, oops. I'd be a skinny cow though lol.

 

[RogerThat208]

Not my #1 kink but I do love reading erotica in this topic and then dream of a simple life as a hucow...

<sound of gate latch clicking open...>

Oh my. It seems that I've accidentally left the gate to my barnyard open... again.

Come smell my pretty flowers for a few minutes cow. The day is still young and beautiful, just like you.

Are you tired pet? Come lay down on my sweet green grass and enjoy the sunshine warming your skin. Let your eyes gently close and your breathing slow as you soak up the sun and drift off into a lazy afternoon nap.

Enjoy your slumber cow, with your dumb bovine mind filled with simple dreams of living a bucolic hucow life under your fantasy Farmer's tender care...

But while you're blissfully dreaming of pretty flowers, lush green grass, and fat milky teats, I'm watching you intently as I carefully—and very quietly—circle you as I walk back to the open gate.

Muffled sounds drift faintly across the barnyard from somewhere behind the tightly closed doors of my barn. The noises aren't loud enough to wake you from your bovine slumber, but they're there and I can hear them. They're a unique blend of sounds that are unmistakable to those previously familiar with them. The distant mechanical sound of pneumatic machinery operating, accompanied by the muffled sounds of hucows lowing plaintively.

I can't help but smile when I hear it. It's my symphony, and I its composer and conductor. And I currently have an open position for a new cow in the 5th stall.

If you hadn't been such a simple creature—with such uncomplicated singular focus on smelling my pretty flowers and napping in my lush green grass—you might have wondered why there were no other animals in my barnyard when you wandered through my gate.

But alas, here you are... happily snoozing and dreaming the sunny afternoon away in the green grass of my barnyard.

I'm not your dream Farmer though—at least not the kind gentle fantasy Farmer that you're dreaming about right now anyway. In fact, I'm not like the other Farmers at all. You'll learn all about that soon enough though pet.

It's obvious that you're not already branded, tagged, or otherwise marked as already belonging to another Farmer. My grin widens as the realization of what this means dawns upon me.

You're a maverick. A stray. Unmarked, unowned and unclaimed property. Available for the taking, at no cost to me other than a bit of effort. And I'm no stranger to putting some effort into acquiring and managing livestock like you.

The gleam in my eye and the bulge in my pants are obvious—had you been awake to see them—as I quietly make my towards the gate. My left hand carries a stiff well-worn leather collar, a length of coarse hemp lead rope, and a new numbered identification tag.

When I reach the gate I carefully swing it closed. The hinges are well-oiled and make no sound. My right hand deftly works the latch to securely lock it closed.

This time the noise is impossible to miss, even for a lazy napping cow.

<click!!>

Your eyes instantly fly wide open.

Now the fun starts. Well, for me anyway...

---

@secretSanna, thanks for the inspiration. This was just my own little hucow fantasy scenario. Please know that I didn't mean to imply that it should be yours too.

My kinky story writing skills are admittedly questionable, lol.

 

[secretSanna]

<sound of gate latch clicking open...>

Oh my. It seems that I've accidentally left the gate to my barnyard open... again.

Come smell my pretty flowers for a few minutes cow. The day is still young and beautiful, just like you.

Are you tired pet? Come lay down on my sweet green grass and enjoy the sunshine warming your skin. Let your eyes gently close and your breathing slow as you soak up the sun and drift off into a lazy afternoon nap.

Enjoy your slumber cow, with your dumb bovine mind filled with simple dreams of living a bucolic hucow life under your fantasy Farmer's tender care...

But while you're blissfully dreaming of pretty flowers, lush green grass, and fat milky teats, I'm watching you intently as I carefully—and very quietly—circle you as I walk back to the open gate.

Muffled sounds drift faintly across the barnyard from somewhere behind the tightly closed doors of my barn. The noises aren't loud enough to wake you from your bovine slumber, but they're there and I can hear them. They're a unique blend of sounds that are unmistakable to those previously familiar with them. The distant mechanical sound of pneumatic machinery operating, accompanied by the muffled sounds of hucows lowing plaintively.

I can't help but smile when I hear it. It's my symphony, and I its composer and conductor. And I currently have an open position for a new cow in the 5th stall.

If you hadn't been such a simple creature—with such uncomplicated singular focus on smelling my pretty flowers and napping in my lush green grass—you might have wondered why there were no other animals in my barnyard when you wandered through my gate.

But alas, here you are... happily snoozing and dreaming the sunny afternoon away in the green grass of my barnyard.

I'm not your dream Farmer though—at least not the kind gentle fantasy Farmer that you're dreaming about right now anyway. In fact, I'm not like the other Farmers at all. You'll learn all about that soon enough though pet.

It's obvious that you're not already branded, tagged, or otherwise marked as already belonging to another Farmer. My grin widens as the realization of what this means dawns upon me.

You're a maverick. A stray. Unmarked, unowned and unclaimed property. Available for the taking, at no cost to me other than a bit of effort. And I'm no stranger to putting some effort into acquiring and managing livestock like you.

The gleam in my eye and the bulge in my pants are obvious—had you been awake to see them—as I quietly make my towards the gate. My left hand carries a stiff well-worn leather collar, a length of coarse hemp lead rope, and a new numbered identification tag.

When I reach the gate I carefully swing it closed. The hinges are well-oiled and make no sound. My right hand deftly works the latch to securely lock it closed.

This time the noise is impossible to miss, even for a lazy napping cow.

<click!!>

Your eyes instantly fly wide open.

Now the fun starts. Well, for me anyway...

---

@secretSanna, thanks for the inspiration. This was just my own little hucow fantasy scenario. Please know that I didn't mean to imply that it should be yours too.

My kinky story writing skills are admittedly questionable, lol.

Omg I love that! You wrote it so fast too. Very nice, and very hot. Thank you

 

[RogerThat208]

Omg I love that! You wrote it so fast too. Very nice, and very hot. Thank you

Aww shucks... You're welcome. I clearly enjoyed it too. <tips cowboy hat>

I hope you're excited about your new life on the farm Buttercup. I know I am.

There's so much for you to learn, and so many exciting new experiences to look forward to!

 

[Bandit17]

<sound of gate latch clicking open...>

Oh my. It seems that I've accidentally left the gate to my barnyard open... again.

Come smell my pretty flowers for a few minutes cow. The day is still young and beautiful, just like you.

Are you tired pet? Come lay down on my sweet green grass and enjoy the sunshine warming your skin. Let your eyes gently close and your breathing slow as you soak up the sun and drift off into a lazy afternoon nap.

Enjoy your slumber cow, with your dumb bovine mind filled with simple dreams of living a bucolic hucow life under your fantasy Farmer's tender care...

But while you're blissfully dreaming of pretty flowers, lush green grass, and fat milky teats, I'm watching you intently as I carefully—and very quietly—circle you as I walk back to the open gate.

Muffled sounds drift faintly across the barnyard from somewhere behind the tightly closed doors of my barn. The noises aren't loud enough to wake you from your bovine slumber, but they're there and I can hear them. They're a unique blend of sounds that are unmistakable to those previously familiar with them. The distant mechanical sound of pneumatic machinery operating, accompanied by the muffled sounds of hucows lowing plaintively.

I can't help but smile when I hear it. It's my symphony, and I its composer and conductor. And I currently have an open position for a new cow in the 5th stall.

If you hadn't been such a simple creature—with such uncomplicated singular focus on smelling my pretty flowers and napping in my lush green grass—you might have wondered why there were no other animals in my barnyard when you wandered through my gate.

But alas, here you are... happily snoozing and dreaming the sunny afternoon away in the green grass of my barnyard.

I'm not your dream Farmer though—at least not the kind gentle fantasy Farmer that you're dreaming about right now anyway. In fact, I'm not like the other Farmers at all. You'll learn all about that soon enough though pet.

It's obvious that you're not already branded, tagged, or otherwise marked as already belonging to another Farmer. My grin widens as the realization of what this means dawns upon me.

You're a maverick. A stray. Unmarked, unowned and unclaimed property. Available for the taking, at no cost to me other than a bit of effort. And I'm no stranger to putting some effort into acquiring and managing livestock like you.

The gleam in my eye and the bulge in my pants are obvious—had you been awake to see them—as I quietly make my towards the gate. My left hand carries a stiff well-worn leather collar, a length of coarse hemp lead rope, and a new numbered identification tag.

When I reach the gate I carefully swing it closed. The hinges are well-oiled and make no sound. My right hand deftly works the latch to securely lock it closed.

This time the noise is impossible to miss, even for a lazy napping cow.

<click!!>

Your eyes instantly fly wide open.

Now the fun starts. Well, for me anyway...

---

@secretSanna, thanks for the inspiration. This was just my own little hucow fantasy scenario. Please know that I didn't mean to imply that it should be yours too.

My kinky story writing skills are admittedly questionable, lol.

Ou contraire, monsieur, writing skills are to be commended! Was intrigued from the first by the description of the farm, the fields, and the bovine placidity of the sleeping “cow”. I think this can make a great story. Waiting for conclusion.