Page 47 of Runaway Hucow

Her clitoris felt as hard and tight as a little berry. He sucked it between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue inside his mouth. The hucow moaned and tugged at his hair until it hurt.

“Oh God, that feels so good, Peyton! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop…”

He loved the plaintive, needful tone of her voice, and he loved the way her body responded to everything he did to her. Every brush of his lips and flick of his tongue seemed to elicit some new spasm of pleasure.

He slipped his middle finger inside her and started to stroke. Yesterday morning, he had discovered a special place on her front wall where she especially liked to be touched, and now he found it again with ease. Her insides seemed to swell and squeeze around him.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Right there, Peyton. Just like that…”

He pushed a second finger in alongside the first, and he spread them slightly, stretching her entrance. Then he curled his fingers in an alternating rhythm, hitting her spot with twice the friction. He sucked her clitoris even harder, strumming it faster with the tip of his tongue.

“Peyton,” she whined. “Oh God, Peyton, I’m going to—”

She didn’t finish her sentence, and she didn’t need to. Her climax was obvious and violent. Wetness gushed from her, staining Peyton’s fingers and mouth. Her legs buckled, and she might have collapsed if his horns hadn’t been keeping her pinned in place.

He gave her a moment to recover herself, then he stood up and took off his britches. The hucow’s eyes widened when she saw his hard cock rising from between his legs.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh my…”

Peyton picked her up against the wall and buried himself inside her with a single hard thrust. He probably should have been gentler about it, the way Spike had been yesterday evening when he’d first penetrated her. But Peyton couldn’t help it. He’d been thinking about this moment all night long, and all morning too. He needed to feel Tess’s wet cunt sheathed around his aching shaft, and he needed it right fucking now.

“Oh MY!” Tess screamed as he bottomed out inside her.

He clapped one hand over the hucow’s mouth to silence her. If she kept screaming like that, Roscoe was liable to hear, and Peyton didn’t want that. It wasn’t that he was scared of Roscoe. Peyton preferred to avoid confrontations with his eldest brother, but he wasn’t afraid to fight him if he had to.

It was Tess he was worried about. He wanted to protect the little hucow from Roscoe’s wrath.

He pulled his hand away from Tess’s mouth. “We have to be quiet about it, ma’am. Can you do that for me?”

“I’ll try my best,” the hucow whispered. “It’s just that you feel so good. You’re so deep inside me, Peyton. So very, very deep. But I’ll try my best to be quiet.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Peyton leaned his face into her and kissed again, slow and soft. Then he started to fuck her, sliding his cock in and out of her with long, slow strokes while he held her up against the wall. His shaft was slick with her arousal, and every time he thrust into her, his tip pushed against the deepest part of her. After a few thrusts, he paused and held himself at depth, swiveling his hips and stirring his cock all around her inside her. When he did that, her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned quietly.

“So deep,” she whispered. “So good…”

Peyton started thrusting into her again, a little harder and faster now, and his cock made wet sounds as it glided in and out of Tess’s cunt. He kissed her again, first on the mouth, then on the neck, then the tops of her breasts. After that, the damned dress thwarted him again.

“Hold on to my horns,” he said.

Tess seemed to understand what he was thinking. She gripped his horns and locked ankles behind his waist, holding herself in place so he could free his own hands to open the front of her dress. He managed to unfasten two of the buttons before his patience ran out, and he ripped the front of the dress open. She was wearing a cotton camisole underneath, and he ripped that open too.

“Sorry about that, ma’am. I’ll mend them later.”

“I don’t care,” Tess panted. “Do whatever you have to, Peyton, just don’t stop. Whatever you do, please don’t stop.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Her breasts were free now, big and tan and beautiful, with a thin film of sweat that glistened in the golden light of the electric bulb overhead. Her nipples were standing at attention for him. He dipped his face and took the left one deep into his mouth.

“Oh my,” Tess breathed. “Oh my… Oh myyy…”

Peyton drew his mouth off her briefly, to give her other breast some attention. After a moment, he switched back again… then again… and again… until both of her nipples were shiny and wet from his mouth and her leaking milk. In the brief intervals between sucking, he spoke to her, telling her what he wanted her to do.

“Come for me, Tess… Come on my cock… Come in my mouth…”

Her first eruption happened swift and hard, gushing creamy warmth all over his waiting tongue. She bit down on her knuckle to stifle her cries of pleasure. He continued fucking her and moved his lips to her other nipple.