Cowgirl Dust - Part Two- Valentine's Day Special

Hello everyone,

Here's part two and the final part of our Valentine's Day special.

Part two of Cowgirl Dust. I hope you are going to enjoy it. 

Thank you! 

Chapter One

Am I dead? The young man asked himself, truly thinking he had passed away. His eyes remained shut for the longest time. For what seemed to be forever. It was cold all around him. This must be how it feels to be dead, right? It’s so cold I can’t feel my fingers anymore. I’m trying to open my eyes, but it’s not working. I can’t open them. I want to. But I don’t want to at the same time. It’s too scary, he thought, thinking it was the end for him. Am I drowning right now? Did I drown? Is that why I’m so cold? Am I drawing in cold water in a river or somewhere like that? The traumatizing questions kept filling his mind. Nothing could reassure him anymore. It had been like this for the longest time. It never ended. He could never open his eyes. For all he knew, he was no longer in the real world, well, in his world at least. He felt like he had been teleporting himself somewhere else, in another dimension. Long travel down this cold river. Falling down. He thought it probably felt like this to be dead or dying. He was transcending someplace else. Never coming back. Perhaps he had been murdered in cold blood by the bull-man in the street. Perhaps that was all that truly happened in the end. Perhaps there was no beautiful hucow with big titties coming to save him. She probably never existed, there was no one like her at the end of the day. All part of his vivid imagination. Something he dreamt of merely a few seconds before getting crushed by the vile bull-man. He had to accept it now. This was the end of all of it. It was over. But no matter how many times he came to that conclusion over and over again, he couldn’t stop thinking about that same question, repeatedly. Am I dead? Am I dead? Am I dead? Am I dead?

“Am I dead for good?” his thoughts materialized, and he finally said it out loud, asking himself the difficult question one more time. He didn’t say it too loud. He barely whispered.

“No. You’re not,” a mysterious, but soothing voice answered him almost right away. Then, slowly, but surely, it somehow started getting less and less cold around him. It was getting warmer. Something was happening to him. If he had been drawing in water this entire time which seemed pretty likely to him since he felt like his body was being swallowed by some kind of substance, a fluid, a liquid. And that liquid was progressively getting warmer. Hotter. Sooner rather than later, it was like his entire body was being surrounded by something so hot it almost burn him, but not really. The more the young man was warming up, the more he felt better and in a safer place. The more he grew warmer, the more he felt like he could open his eyes again. He tried. Very hard. Then, it all clicked together, he was able to open his eyes again. He did it. He did it for the first time since he either died or went through the brick wall with the hucow lady. When he finally opened his eyes, he was somewhere else. Somewhat he had never been before.

He was inside a large establishment with wooden walls. It smelled surprisingly and amazingly good in here. Not the kind of place he thought would smell any good. The place, the establishment was a ranch. There were no animals. No beasts that he could see from where he stood in this ranch. He couldn’t smell any animals. Nothing like that. The place smelled like apples and cranberries. Almost as if the place was filled with those fruits, but couldn’t see any from where he was standing. The same thing with the beasts. He could feel or imagine their presence, but nothing could be seen. Nothing could be seen except those two arms wrapped around his body. He looked down. Saw them. Feminine arms. Feminine hands. Delicate fingers. This person who obviously stood behind him was holding him tight. Hugging him. He began feeling two soft pressure points in his back. Big, round pillows. The young man knew what those two pressure points in back were. Tits. Big tits. Combining the presence of the large cow-udders in his back with the mysterious, but soothing voice he had heard a minute or two ago, reassuring him, telling him that he wasn’t dead, this meant that it could be her. It could only her, and it meant that she was real all along. She was real. He fully opened his eyes.

“Are you her?” he simply said, speaking louder this time.

“Am I who?” the same soothing voice replied and asked.

“That Sacagewea woman. The hucow,” he said.

“Velma Sacagewea?” the soothing voice gently asked him. The voice was taking its time to savour every word. Slowly.

“Are you her?” he asked, he had to make sure it was her.

“Would you like me to be her?” she cryptically mentioned. Unable to have this going for any longer, the young man quickly spun around, remained in her arms. He didn’t try getting away from her. He only did his best to turn around, so he could see her. He never tried getting away from her, however, telling by how strong she was, he felt like he couldn’t do it even if he tried very hard. When he turned around, his head at least, he saw who she was, and she was who he hoped she was, the hucow woman who saved him. She was real. And she was with him. He couldn’t wait to go back to his friends later on and tell them, tell all of them that he had made the most significant  meeting of his entire life. He had met her. The hucow that saved his life. It wasn’t every day that regular humans such as him had the opportunity to encounter and interact with hucows.

Typically, hucow women were being kept by bull-men such as the one who nearly ended his life. Hucow women were being molested and fucked all the time by those virile and commanding bull-men. Kept and preserved by them, regular humans never had any chance to mate with them. This was a once and in a lifetime opportunity. Nothing could compare to it. Especially for someone like him who could only dream of this happening to him. The hucow woman, Velma was smiling at him while hugging him with her large cow udders. She hugged him so tight he could feel the warmth emancipating out of her and warming him up. At first, the interior of the stable was relatively pretty cold, but the more she held him tight, the more he was getting warmer and therefore, soon warming up the rest of the stable. His heart was getting warmer as well.

“You are her. You are the one who saved me earlier.”

“I believe I did,” she blushed and smiled to him.

“But, while I appreciate it, why did you do it?”

“Why not?” she asked him, laughing a bit, giggling.

“It’s just that hucows usually never interact with humans. Heck, members of your species are rarely seen at all.”

“Do you know what day it is today?” she questioned him. The young man tried thinking of what day it was. He thought, and he thought, he knew it was Sunday, but he didn’t know if it had to do with anything at all. He kept thinking and nothing. He had nothing. He didn’t understand why this day was so special. For the longest time, he felt pretty ridiculous.

“I don’t know. What’s so special about today?” he asked, still confused about what she might be thinking about.

“Don’t you know? Today is Valentine’s Day,” she said. The one day in the year that this young man truly didn’t care about to say the least. He had completely forgotten about that day. Things would be a lot different if he had a partner, but he didn’t. Living in a city in quarantine wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing and easiest situation to date and socialize.

“Oh, right, that’s true, I have totally forgotten about this. I don’t tend to think too much about that day since I never had a Valentine for Valentine’s Day,” he went on to explain.

“This is about to change,” she said, holding him tighter.

“What are you saying to me right?” he asked her.

“I choose you,” she simply mentioned, clear, direct.

“You choose me for what, hucow?” he asked her.

“I choose you as my Valentine for this year.”

“You did what?” his eyes opened wide, confused, shocked. He couldn’t understand the luck he was having.

“Well, if you accept, of course. I am not going to twist you an arm if you don’t want to. I would understand,” she smiled. She looked the cutest. Absolutely adorable. She blushed.

“Of course, I accept. This is such an honour to be asked on Valentine’s Day by a hucow. I accept without any problem.” The young man was so happy he was alive, it almost felt like he died and that he was in heaven right now. He was being asked to be her Valentine’s. He had been saved by her. As far as he knew, she was clearly into him. He didn’t mind that at all.

“For real? Thank you so much. But, one second, I just thought of it, I picked you and choose you to be my Valentine, but I don’t even know your name. I am such a silly, big slut.”

“That you are. Look at how huge you are, girl.”

“Right. Right. So, would you mind telling me your name?” she asked him, almost begging for him to tell her.

“I’m Clay. Clay Carr,” he went on to tell her.

“That’s such a beautiful name,” she said, clapping her hands after finally stopping to huge him with her arms for two seconds. She stepped back from him a little, so she could admire him a bit. She smiled and continued to clap her hands some more. She blushed and openly voiced her excitement for his name. Her big tits jiggling up and down with her as she clapped.

“Thank you. Hey. Your name is Velma or something?”

“That’s exactly it. Velma from the Sacagewea tribe.”

“Awesome. And since that we are now official spending Valentine’s Day together, why would you say if we were to get this on? Huh? And this place seems pretty perfect to me for doing the kind of things lovers do during Valentine’s Day. Do you agree? Wait, what is this place anyway?” he asked her.

“My ranch. We are safe here. Don’t worry about anything. And to respond to your other question, sure, absolutely, we should not wait any time. What would you like us to do first, Clay?” she asked him while getting all excited and aroused about the prospect of having some nice hucow with human sex with him.

“Your ranch?” he asked her. “I think I have an idea of what I’d like to do first with you,” he said, smirking

“And what is it?” she asked him, dying to know. At this moment, she realized she was about to know a lot sooner than she originally thought. Clay ultimately leaned forward and kissed the beautiful hucow. He didn’t just press his lips against his, no, he immediately inserted his big tongue inside of her mouth and french-kissed the hucow. The both of them had their eyes shut as it happened. The perfect opportunity for the young man to grab her large and heavy cow udders during the french-kiss. He rolled his tongue inside of her mouth for the longest time until he had enough. By the time he pulled out of her, she was completely out of breath, her big, pink tongue was sticking out of her mouth as if it didn’t want to let go out of the young man’s and was dripping saliva all over her breasts.

“They are a lot heavier than I thought they were going to be,” Clay mentioned while fully transported his attention toward her breasts. He looked down at them.

“Be careful with them, they demand a lot of strength, but please go ahead, do whatever you want with them,” she allowed him all the freedom in the world to do whatever he wished with her and her big, cow titties. She blushed a lot.

“Don’t worry about that, Velma, I’m strong enough, you can count on it,” then, at this moment, Clay revealed to her just how much of the alpha male he was and that she didn’t expect or suspect him to be. There have been a mistake, Clay wasn’t the innocent, weak young man she originally thought it to be. Sure he obviously hadn’t been able to stand a chance against the powerful and dangerous bull-man earlier, which was totally understandable, humans never stood against bull-men, but this didn’t mean that Clay wasn’t someone who could ride this hucow smoothly and tame her. All of a sudden, the human aggressively pulled on her red bikini top and ripped it apart, tearing it up and revealed her majestic hucow udders. Her tits were the two most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life at this point. Clay grabbed and played with them, feeling them with the palms of his hands before going down on them and sucking them with passion. He began with the nipple on the left. Inserted it inside of his mouth and sucked it for two minutes straight before moving on to the one on the right, giving that one some love as well. Then, when he had sucked on the both of them for long enough and tried to do the impossible and to shove her duo of delicious nipples down this throat but no matter how long he tried, it never worked. They were simply too large to have the both of them inside of his mouth at the same time. He tried at least. He tried his best.

“I think they are a bit too big for your mouth,” she said.

“They are. But that’s okay. I’ll find a way to make it work next time,” he said to her, causing her to blush some more.

“Next time? What do you mean exactly by that?” she was confused. She honestly never thought there would be a next time to this. Velma had picked him as her date, her love for Valentine’s Day, nothing more, nothing less. After the end of the day, she would have to bring him back home, to his place. She truly had no idea what this young man had in mind.

“Time for your turn,” he interrupted her, didn’t bother to answer her question. “It’s your turn to suck something if you know what I mean, hucow,” he continued, telling her that he wanted a blow-job. Hearing this, she got exactly pretty quickly. She smiled and went down on her knees on the dirty ground of the stable. She unzipped the zipper of his pants and unleashed the beast. Unleashing it a lot sooner than she thought it was going to be the case since she seemed pretty surprised when his long and large fifteen inches tall cock erupted out of his pants and came down in the middle of her face. Not too long after getting herself back together, she held it, tested the overall weight of it and jerked it off a bit. Then, it was time to suck on it as he expected her to do. She licked it a bit first before inserting it inside of her mouth and sucking on it. She fell in love nearly right away after tasting it for the first time and holding it inside of her mouth. She sucked on it with passion. Her eyes turning cross side not too long after the inception of this messy and sloppy blow-job. She knew she was going to enjoy his dick, but she had honestly no idea it was going to taste this amazing. She began moaning not too long after sliding his member near the entrance of her throat, getting close to it.

This tastes so good. I never had a cock that tasted this good before, she thought to herself while sucking on it. She accidentally made a ton of disturbing, sexualised, wet noises as she performed the blow-job. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t mean to make that many perverted, wet noises while sucking him off, but she did. That was what happened when she met a man she was into and that she liked his cock as well. She became out of control. She turned into the wild animal she truly was.

“Are you glad you picked me as your date for Valentine’s Day?” he asked her, desiring to tease her.

She nodded.

She, of course, couldn’t speak much with a piece of meat this big inside of her mouth. She had to do it what she had to do.

“I have to come. Now,” listening to her new master, her new cow-boy very carefully, she suddenly pulled his dick out of her mouth. Kept her mouth wide opened, kept her long, pink tongue fully out of her mouth as she proceeded to jerk him off for the next minute, anticipating his precious ejaculation. She masturbated him until he shot his load all over her tongue, decorating it and coating it with a beautiful, pale colour.

His load slowly dripped down her tongue and her face.

She blushed as her eyes were still cross side.

“Do you want to become my new owner? I need a cow-boy like you to show me how to behave,” she begged him.