Shorstack Saturday - Hollie Bovin

Shortstack Saturday - Hollie Bovin

Cover by Queenchikkibug

Here is a shortstack cow girl who gets milked, and fucked, by her husband.

Contains: M/F, cow girl, shortstack, size difference, big cock, huge breasts, lactation, titfuck, vaginal sex, excessive cum.

Enjoy!

Hollie Bovin

‘…Grant…Wake up, Grant!’ A soft voice called, rousing Grant Bovin from his slumber.

Leaning over him was a short woman with spotted cow ears peeking out from the sides of her head. Her hair was a fiery red and kept in two braids that fell over her slender shoulders, while a small pair of horns peeked out past her red locks. Her plush lower lip trembled slightly while her big, expressive brown eyes looked at him desperately. Grant also quickly became aware of a heavy weight on his chest, while his shirt slowly but sure started to turn moist.

Looking further down Grant’s eyes caught his wife wearing one of his old shirts, which looked more like a dress on her, and how it had turned see-through as milk dribbled from her thick, erect pink nipples. ‘I see that it’s time to be milked again, Hollie?’ Grant asked, and Hollie only nodded sheepishly in response.

Grant chuckled and sat up, which quickly made his short, but very stacked, wife hop out of the bed. The both of them had met at the dairy farm of Hollie’s grandfather, where Grant had been hired to milk other cow girls like Hollie. But, the short, shy woman had quickly become Grant’s favourite and it didn’t take long before they started a relationship and, eventually, got married. Although Hollie didn’t really seem to care about her husband milking cow girls besides her, Grant couldn’t help but feel as if he was cheating on her. So he decided to quit his job at the dairy farm and moved to an apartment in the city with his beautiful young wife.

Of course, Hollie still needed to be milked every now and then.

So after Grant got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, he found that Hollie had dragged a bucket with her for when she would be milked. The short and stacked cow girl looked up at her taller husband with excitement in her eyes, while her bovine tail swayed back and forth with need. Grant only smiled to himself and grabbed a bowl and poured some cornflakes into it, grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer and walked towards the dinner table.

‘Hm…it seems like I’ve forgotten something,’ Grant mused as he sat down and turned one of the chairs towards his wife. ‘Do you think you can help me out, Hollie?’ he asked with an impish grin.

Hollie’s small, plush pink lips stretched into a wide smile and walked up to her husband, dragging the metal bucket with her, before she awkwardly crawled on top of his lap. As soon as she made herself comfortable, she raised up her arms and Grant graciously pulled the too large, milk-stained shirt she had been wearing over her head, freeing her breasts.

Despite the fact that Grant had intended to tease his cute little wife, he couldn’t help but release a lustful groan at the sight of her chest. Even though Hollie was fair of hair, working at the farm had left her with a deep tan, and there wasn’t a sight of any tan lines on those huge, freckled breasts of hers. The massive globes sagged with an implied weight and nearly covered her slender waist and stomach, while milk trickled from her hard, pink nipples.

‘Could you hold my breakfast for me, honey?’ Grant asked sweetly as he placed his bowl of cereal on Hollie’s lap.

She of course, was only too happy to comply. So as soon as she had a good grip on the bowl, Grant slowly and gently began to stroke the small cow girl’s huge jugs. He moved his large hands from the top of the soft mounds, all the way to her nipples. And as his hands went further down her breasts, the trickle of milk rapidly increased before it practically squirted from her stiff nipples. Before both husband and wife knew it, the bowl of cereal was practically overflowing. When Grant did notice, he abruptly stopped massaging her tits.

‘Thanks, Hollie.’ Grant said as he took the bowl of cereal back from his wife and began to eat his breakfast.

Hollie said nothing for a while, she only moaned desperately and wiggled her hips back and forth against her husband’s crotch. But Grant ignored her and continued to eat, even as his wife’s bovine tail brushed over his clothed torso. To get his attention Hollie moaned a little louder and pushed herself a little further back, nearly knocking the bowl of cereal out of Grant’s hands.

‘Is there something you need, Hollie?’ Grant asked with an impish glimmer in his eyes.

‘Please, darling. Y-you gotta milk me, my breasts feel far too full.’ Hollie begged, blushing furiously.

‘Is that so?’ Grant asked, putting his bowl of cereal on the dinner table. ‘All you had to do was ask.’

‘Y’know I’m embarrassed ‘bout ta way I talk.’ Hollie muttered while looking down.

Grant only chuckled warmly in response. ‘Well, I happen to think it’s adorable,’ he replied while kissing the top to her head. ‘Now, let’s get started, shall we?’ He mused with a grin.

Grant pulled the metal bucket a little closer with his feet and began to rub his wife’s breasts again. Sounds of milk hitting the bottom of the metal bucket resounded through the small kitchen, accompanied by the relieved moans and sighs from Hollie and the lustful groans of Grant as his fingers sank into the cow girl’s soft jugs. As the bucket slowly started to fill, less and less milk squirted from Hollie’s sensitive pink nipples and her moans of relief slowly turned into something that was a mixture of mooing and moans of pleasure. Grant chuckled at hearing those sounds, which got him a glare from his wife as she looked at him over her shoulder.

‘Don’t laugh!’ She hissed, while blushing furiously.

‘Sorry, honey. I just can’t help it,’ Grant replied, continuing to chuckle. ‘You’re just too darn cute.’ He added, while playfully tweaking one of her nipples.

Hollie huffed in annoyance and looked straight ahead, but the way her bovine ears flicked made it clear to Grant that she actually enjoyed hearing those words come from him. After a few more minutes of massaging Hollie’s breasts, milk stopped dribbling from Hollie’s nipples and Grant finally released his wife’s boobs, albeit reluctantly. Once her husband was no longer holding her, Hollie hopped off of his lap and pulled the bucket of milk towards the refrigerator.

‘We should probably pour all o’ this into some bottles so that we’ll have fresh milk fer a while.’ She suggested, while turning her attention to her husband…

…only to see him pulling his shirt over his head and pulling down his pajama bottoms, revealing a long, fat member that would look more at home on a male of Hollie’s own species. When he noticed her looking at him, Grant’s erection loudly smacked around his stomach which made the small cow girl swallow audibly.

‘It looks like I need to be milked too, honey.’ Grant said with a smirk.

‘Sure looks that way,’ Hollie mumbled with an embarrassed smile. ‘Help me get on ta table, please.’

Grant’s smirk grew triumphant and he approached his small wife, wrapping his large hands around her small waist before sitting her down on the table. The cow girl lied down on her back, her face turned towards her husband’s crotch, and opened her mouth wide. Grant lined his member up with his wife’s face, but instead of shoving his dick into her mouth he shoved his hard, throbbing shaft over Hollie’s face and stuffed it between her huge breasts. Instead of sucking Grant’s dick, Hollie slipped his balls into her mouth and gently started to suck on them.

Grant groaned and started to move his hips back and forth gently, while Hollie continued to suck on his balls and pushed her heavy, soft breasts around her husband’s member. Thanks to the small cow girl’s expert tongue teasing his balls and his shaft being stuffed between her tits, precum soon began to leak from Grant’s cumslit. Because of that, and the milk still clinging to Hollie’s jugs, Grant could move a little faster.

‘Ungh…that’s the stuff, honey,’ Grant groaned as his hot, throbbing shaft rubbed against the cow girl’s face and between her breasts. ‘I…I think I’m going to come soon.’ He added softly, which resulted in Hollie to suck on his balls even more powerfully.

Sure enough, this resulted in the flow of precum to grow even stronger. Staining Hollie’s cleavage and part of her stomach with the sticky, silvery fluid. Then, suddenly, Grant’s balls started to clench. Because of that, the fleshy orbs escaped her mouth while hot, white jizz blasted over her stomach and legs, while some of it even managed to come rushing back up to cover Hollie’s tits because she had been squeezing them around her husband’s member so tightly.

‘Haa…haa…that was great,’ Grant moaned between deep intakes of breath. ‘But I’m not done with you yet!’ He added, before grabbing the cow girl’s waist and turning her in such a way that her legs dangled over the table and his member was lined up with her wet, twitching vagina.

Hollie blushed and looked away, but didn’t stop Grant as he began to push his hips forwards. The cow girl’s pink folds stretched around the large invader and she did her best to relax as Grant gently and slowly pushed inch after inch of his monstrous member into her wet muff. Despite their differences in size, Hollie managed to take nearly every inch of Grant’s member. Although the large insertion did make her stomach bulge out just slightly.

‘Alright, I’m going to move a little faster now.’ Grant groaned, and Hollie nodded slowly in response.

At first, he moved his hips in long, slow strokes. But as time went by, Grant’s thrusts began to grow faster and shorter. Until he moved at a pace that made the small cow girl’s enormous chest shake violently, causing several ropes of cum that were still clinging to her curvy body to fly off and land on the table or the floor. Fortunately, Hollie didn’t seem to have any issues with the pace at which her husband moved, seeing as she was currently moaning loudly and groping her huge, cum-slick jugs. Her moans steadily rose in pitch, until she suddenly fell completely still except for a soft gurgle.

Grant slowed down and was just about to ask his wife what was wrong, when the cow girl suddenly arched her back despite the heavy weight of her breasts while her folds tightly held onto Grant’s erection. As for Grant, watching his small, cute wife climaxing so powerfully set off his own orgasm. So while the cow girl’s pink folds milked his throbbing shaft, he filled her pussy with thick, hot spurts of jizz.

Within seconds Hollie’s stomach, which had already been pushed out due to the size of her husband’s prick, began to balloon out even further. Until it looks as if she was about to give birth! But spunk continued to spew from the tip of Grant’s cock. In fact, his orgasm didn’t slow down or stop until his white seed was leaking from Hollie’s stretched pussy, past the seal of his fat cock.

‘Well…’ Grant eventually said, when the both of them came down from their orgasm. ‘I think that we can both use a shower.’ He added, while looking at the state he had left his wife in and pulled his hips back. Which caused a large puddle of cum to form on the table.

‘But…ta milk?’ Hollie croaked.

‘It can wait.’ Her husband replied with a grin, before lifting her off the table and carrying the small cow girl in his hands, towards their bathroom…

THE END.