Page 30 of Runaway Hucow

Until Tess had gone and blurted them out.

Even more surprising was Spike’s willingness to share her, though it seemed that willingness had its limits. He hadn’t been willing to share her with the bounty hunters, for example. He had killed those men just for touching her. But he was willing to share her with Peyton, because Peyton was his brother. As much as Tess was ashamed to admit it, she liked that. She didn’t wish to be some common harlot to be freely shared among all comers, but maybe for a little while she could be their harlot. Spike’s and Peyton’s and nobody else’s.

“I like it when you touch me down there,” Tess said in answer to Spike’s question. She turned her head and looked at his brother. “You too, Peyton. I like it when you touch me down there too. I like it when both of you touch me.”

That seemed to please the minotaurs.

As if by some unspoken signal, they both returned their mouths to her breasts and resumed their feasting, but their hands continued to roam over Tess’s body, and soon those hands made their way beneath the sheets, where they could touch her skin to skin with no fabric between them. Peyton’s fingers found the aching bud of her clitoris and began stroking her there in a circular motion. Meanwhile, Spike slipped a finger between her dripping folds and worked his way inside her, not too deep, only to the first knuckle, but for a bisonman, that was a lot. One of his fingers was as big as four of Tess’s put together. He moved it in and out, mating her with his finger while Peyton continued strumming her clit, and both of them continued feasting on her breasts.

Tess just lay back on the featherbed, twisting and gasping as multiple impending climaxes started building up inside her.

She was grateful they didn’t all go off at once. She didn’t know if she could have handled that. She didn’t even know if she could survive it.

Her breasts were the first to release, and they did so almost simultaneously, gushing immense loads of cream into the minotaurs’ waiting mouths. The milk spurted out of her in rhythmic pulsations, and every pulse was like a miniature orgasm in her chest. She tossed her head back and wailed as the climaxes rocked her.

Then the big one came. The one between her legs. Tess had pleasured herself down there many times over the years, sometimes with her own fingers, sometimes by grinding herself against a pillow. None of those orgasms could even begin to compare to what she was feeling now. The bisonmen were touching inside and out, and the effect was like two climaxes going off at once. Her mouth circled into a silent scream while her hips bucked and twitched in the throes of pleasure. Wetness was squirting out of her, not quite as much as the milk gushing from her breasts, but a lot.

When it was finally over, Tess opened her eyes to find the two big bisonmen leaning over her, studying her face intently. Peyton’s hand was gently massaging one of her breasts, which was considerably smaller and lighter than it had been a few minutes before. Spike still had his finger inside her. Tess gasped lightly as he slipped it out of her, and she gasped a second time as he brought it up to her face, glistening with her own wetness.

“Open,” the bisonman commanded.

Tess opened obediently, and when he placed his fingertip inside her mouth, she closed her lips around him and sucked. He gently moved it in and out of her like a cock, fucking her mouth with his finger. The flavor of her own arousal tasted bittersweet on her tongue.

“How does it taste?” Peyton asked.

“It tastes good,” Tess said, blushing so hard it felt as if the tips of her ears might catch fire. “But what I really want to taste is you.” She looked at Spike. “Both of you.”

The minotaurs didn’t say anything. They just looked at each other briefly, then they stood up on either side of the bed and started taking off their britches. Tess’s eyes moved frantically from one bisonman to the other, wishing she could somehow look at both of them at the same time. They both had the most amazing bodies she had ever seen. She tried her best to relax and enjoy the show, but it was hard to do. The brothers had just gotten done sharing her milk. Now they were going to share her mouth too.

And maybe some other parts of her as well.

After a few seconds, they finished undressing, and Tess found herself lying on the bed with a pair of naked and very aroused bisonmen standing on either side of her.

She had already seen Spike’s hard cock the day before, but her heart still fluttered at the sheer size of it. When she saw Peyton’s, the fluttering became a pounding. The younger bison’s shaft was a little longer than his brother’s, not quite as big around, but still incredibly thick. Whereas Spike’s member hung down slightly under its own enormous weight, Peyton’s had a slight upward curvature to it.

Both of them were hard and ready to give Tess whatever she needed.

Right now, she needed to taste them.

The mattress dipped as both of the minotaurs brought one knee up onto the featherbed, moving their pelvises closer to her body. Spike gripped his shaft in one hand and tapped the tip of his cock against her erect nipple, which was still slick with her milk. Peyton must have liked the look of that, because a moment later, he followed suit, tapping himself against Tess on the other side. Tess brought her hands up to touch them both, and she rubbed their hard shafts against her chest, moaning softly at all the amazing sensations of skin sliding against skin.

“Is this what you need, little hucow?” Spike growled. “Do you need two big bison cocks to satisfy you?”

Tess looked up at him red-faced. “You’re teasing me.”

Spike smiled and stroked his fingers through her hair. “I’m not teasing you, Tess. A hucow as sweet and beautiful as you deserves more than one cock to please her. Isn’t that right, Peyton?”

“Damn right,” the younger bisonman said. “Now open up that pretty little mouth so we can see how nice it feels.”

Tess’s blush deepened. She had never done this before with a male, and now she was about to do it with two of them. Two giant bison minotaurs.

She took Peyton first, since he was not quite as thick as his brother. It started as little more than a kiss, with Tess’s puckered lips pressed to his leaking tip, but after a moment she opened her mouth wider and let him slide into her. His cock felt smooth and heavy on her tongue, and his precum was salty and slick. She wasn’t able to fit very much of him inside her, so she used her hand to stroke his shaft while she sucked him. He grunted happily and wove his fingers through her hair. When she tilted her eyes up to look at him, she saw his own eyes watching her intently through the lenses of his spectacles.

“Damn, you look so beautiful right now,” he growled.

The bisonman’s words of praise sent a thrill racing along Tess’s spine. She closed her eyes and sucked him even deeper into her mouth, sliding her lips as far down his long shaft as she could make them go without choking herself. She could tell he liked it based on the way his breath hitched and his cock twitched inside.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he groaned, “Spike, you gotta try this, brother…”