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David paid more attention to his phone than he did his co-stars not a few feet away. He wasn't the kind of guy to put up a pre-shoot routine. Lots of newbies in the business wanted to be "method actors", the types that did everything to make their performance and appearance genuine. Guys would actually stand outside the pool, fishing it with the net and cleaning it. Gym settings would have actors actually working out in order to break a sweat, as if they wouldn't be once the cameras started rolling. A few years spent fucking on film taught him how stupid that was. People didn't give a fuck how "realistic" the film was. They came to watch you fuck a girl stupid and paint her white. Any and all immersion was thrown out the window once the ass and titties were out. So long as you fucked them good enough, nobody cared.

Thus David ignored the surrounding set as he sat in his chair, husky frame hunched over his phone, dark green bangs hung over his brow. Underneath the fluffy white bathrobe he wore was a coat of varying purple. His beefy hands were a softer white, making the phone look small. His chunky thighs sagged the seat of the director's chair, covering it from edge to edge. Perched on his cherubic face were some round glasses, though they would have to come off as soon as the film started running. The horns that sprouted from his scalp were brief, less gaudy than the silver nose ring that hung from his septum.

The set around him was busy with cameramen making sure everything was in place and that the lighting was proper. Hovering over the kingsize mattress where David would soon be penetrating two cows was a huge soft box light. Nils, the producer and director, was running from person to person, micromanaging everything into its proper place. He was a squirrel, short and zany. He demanded authority with a whiny voice that made David want to strangle him.

He zipped from one crewmember to the next, eventually coming to one of David's co-stars, Secret. Like David, they were a cow, though much more lithe in build. They wore their own bathrobe that was a similar dark gray color to their mottled coat. Heavily stylized teal hair blew out from their scalp in a spiked mess. Irises of the same color stood out amongst the dark frame of their face, currently expressing their immense desire to get the show over with.

"Hey there," Nils said to them in a hushed tone, suddenly calm and respectful. "You doin' alright? Need anything?"

They kept their arms crossed in front of their chest while hardly looking at the neurotic squirrel. "When are we getting started?"

"In just a few minutes," he insisted. "Just making sure everything's in order before we get rolling.

"You've been runnin' n' checkin' for the past half hour," piped up a thick, country accent. That was Luanne, the buxom blonde bovine standing in the other corner across from Secret with equal, if more verbose, impatience. "Come on. Everybody knows what they're doin'. Let 'em do it." She was seated in her own chair, one leg cocked over the other, bouncing it inside the bell of her silk robe. Atop her lap was an entire mound of udder kept hidden by the velveteen fabric, soon to receive an extended close up and play time. On display now was her fantastically curly blonde hair, let loose in a cascade down her head and shoulders. It half-veiled a bitter, white face with a black splotch that covered her left eye. She was the smallest of the three who would be on camera, but outdid both her co-stars in fiery personality.

Nils turned to face her, his eager-to-please attitude directed at her now. "I know, Luanne. Just a few moments. Everything will be ready."

Luanne nodded, unconvinced. "Sure," she mumbled.

Nils resumed his rampant directing while the three actors stewed in their indifference to what was going on. They'd been hired to perform an udder-themed threesome by the adult production company Nils worked for in an attempt to create a sort of "porno blockbuster". All three were big names in the business, dozens upon dozens of films being under their collective belts. Secret and Luanne both vied at being the face of cow porn, a rivalry sparked the moment Secret had filmed their first shoot not three months after Luanne had done hers. Fans of the genre were split between the two almost evenly. Arguments were had between neck-bearded coomers as to which was the superior milk wife.

David wanted absolutely nothing to do with it, be it the rivalry between the two cows or the genre itself. He was a bovine, sure, but tried to distance himself from the whole milking/lactation fetish that defined his species' role in the industry. His role was the beefy stud who had a big dick, that was it. He didn't milk women of his kind or suckle their teats. Being here today was nothing but a favor for one of the guys who owned the production company, a friend of the guy who helped launch his career in porn. One time with some fat-uddered girls and he would be done with it, or so he was promised. There was a sinking feeling that this film, unimaginatively titled Udder Insanity, would explode in popularity and have a demand for him to star in another one. Oh well. That was show biz.

At last Nils stood in the center of the bedroom and faced the crew. He clapped his paws together into a clasp to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone. Looks like everything's ready. If my two leading stars would get on set for me, that would be great."

Secret and Luanne shared an icy look before shrugging off their robes. The only thing left covering them were bras and underwear. Hanging from both their abdomens were tremendous udders, beautifully heavy mammary balloons swollen to the nines by a bounty of milk. Luanne's was a rosy pink. The bottom pair of nipples were the size of her fists and came down to the middle region of her shins. Secret's were a darker purple shade. They did not sag as dramatically, instead held aloft by a more plump, round shape. Both of them left their corners and walked deeper into the bedroom.

They stood at opposite walls on each side of the bed, facing each other. The opening shot would be of the empty mattress. They would waltz into frame at the same time, mount the bed, and the sex would begin. David's entry would not come until a few minutes later. The plot was barebones simple, if it can even be called a plot at all: two beautiful cows would make love to each other until an audaciously hung bull would come in and join the fun. There would be minimal dialogue other than the usual "fuck me", "oh God", and "I'm about to cum". Sometimes simpler was better.

Nils sat down in his director's chair. "Everybody ready?" he asked for what had to have been the 89th time that day.

The crew sounded off affirmatively.

Secret nodded. "Yeah."

"That's right," added Luanne.

"OK," said Nils with sigh. "Here we go. Aaaaaaand action!"

The cameras were rolling. Luanne and Secret sauntered into frame from both sides, their cutting stares softened into sensual smiles. They came into the mattress' flanks and mounted it on their knees. Their udders floated in front of them, dragging on the soft white comforter as they scooted forward on their knees. Those Jovian mammaries flattened against one another once the two performers were face-to-face. Soft flesh on soft flesh. The nipples tickled once they grew hard under the stimulation.

Luanne wrapped her arms around Secret's back, atop the upper slope of their enormous behind. Secret reciprocated, landing their hands right on Luanne's ass and granting it a honk. Both had it big, round, and cumbersome. The internet raged as to whose was bigger, but even with each other's hands on them, neither could really tell.

But now wasn't the time to let such silly debates distract them. Snouts came together for a kiss. Lips locked and smacked softly while the tips of their tongues prodded teasingly. Luanne's thin cow tail flicked and whipped behind her. Secret's was in a relaxed slither across the comforter. With the suction of their mouths were soft coos of delight. Lips were soft and pliable, flavored by hot, fleshy breath. Secret felt their pussy growing wet in spite of themselves, as did Luanne whose supremely sensitive teats buzzed against the soft but assertive press of Secret's udder.

Eventually Secret fell backwards, pulling Luanne down with them. Luanne assumed the missionary position, though she was held aloft by the collective mass of cow tits that was smushed between them. Their sexes could not meet, forced to hover apart by just a few inches. One cameraman maneuvered into the bedroom to capture their backsides. He craned the camera in close, focusing on their sandwiched utters and the fabric of their panties that had entrenched into their cunts.

The space between their loins was hot and raunchy. Moisture turned their panties dark around the crotch. The cameraman could feel it on his face from where he stood. He had to stop himself from sniffing the air lest it ruin the shot and/or the audio. Breathing through his mouth was not much better as the sexual aroma would settle on his tongue as fully as any other taste.

Neither performer noticed or cared about him. They were too busy swapping spit, maws mashed and agape. The lips did not smack or suckle any more, letting their thick cow tongues do the work as curtains of glossy spit wreathed their mouths. One cameraman got closer for a shot of their meshed faces. The microphone next to him listened in on the squelches and whimpers that escaped. Luanne was humping slowly. Though her quim could not touch Secret's, she could at least share the delight in having their colossal nipples rubbed and squished.

Luanne pried her mouth off Secret with a rude suction noise. Nils whispered something at the cameramen, and they both retreated hastily out of the main shot. Once they were gone Luanne knelt upright. She unstrapped her bra and flung it aside. Secret gave a cute smile as Luanne bent over to do the same for her, reaching underneath her back and then pulling off the redundant chest cover. The dominant cow scooted backwards so that her head loomed over Secret's udder. She had to admit they were pretty damn beautiful up close; such rotundity and weight was impressive for naturals. Her lips clamped around Secret's upper right teat. It was long and sausage-like, fitting in Luanne's mouth perfectly. While she suckled on it her hand pinched the nipple adjacent to it.

Secret's head fell back into the mattress as a moan escaped them. "Ohhh..." That distinct pleasure blossomed inside them. It was thrown into a buzz that made the other three nipples stiffen. Luanne knew what she was doing, looping her tongue around that stiff extension and suckling at it ever so gently. Her whole face sank into that soft globe as she pressed her face down. Wonderfully smooth skin caressed her snout as the sounds of Secret's delight echoed above her. "Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!"

Jackpot. Squirting into Luanne's mouth was a beam of milk, striking her palate and welling around the tongue. She did not swallow, but lifted her head to reveal the miniature fountain of white to the camera. One cameraman swooped in as Luanne began fingering the nipple so that the alabaster treasure kept flowing. She would squeeze and pull at it, escalating the leak into a full own geyser that reached several inches into the air. A saucy grin split her face as she watched streaks of milk zoom down the slopes of Secret's udder. Soon the other tit was dripping against Luanne's hand, creating a double torrent of heavy cow milk that tickled Secret's skin.

It felt good, for sure, but not as good as Secret exaggerated it to be. They writhed and squirmed beneath Luanne like they were being excised. Their mouth stayed agape, throwing loud moans at the wall and gasping sharply. "Huhhh! Ohhh! Yes... Mmmmmm... So good... Yes..."

Luanne nearly rolled her eyes. Overactor. Not to be outdone, Luanne pinched both of Secret's teats and began tweaking them like radio dials. Her tongue sopped up the resulting milk in long, heavy licks. A squeeze on Secret's tit shot out a thin stream that landed in Luanne's open mouth. She wobbled it around, flicking out beads of white that splattered her cheeks and dribbled down to the mattress below. After that Luanne's face was speckled with dots of Secret milk.

Secret thought it was the dumbest thing ever, though they were obligated to pretend like it was sexy. "Ohhhhhh... Yes..." To make their moans more genuine they crept one hand into their groin and pulled aside the panties. There was their weeping cunny, boiling hot and begging for attention. Two fingers prodded the puffy, red flesh and began hooking it. The first genuine moan escaped them. "Huhhhh! Huhhh..."

Luanne wasn't a fan of that. Not on my watch. She slid to her right, beside Secret. She lifted their udder and exposed their soaked flower. Nils gestured for a cameraman to get a close up which one of them did. He captured the moment Luanne forcibly pulled Secret's fingers out of her pussy to replace it with her own. She wasted no time doing things right, hooking around that fat girl pearl. She peeled the lips apart, exposing a great sheet of shiny pink. The sounds were quiet but ghastly. Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick.

Secret did not appreciate having their control usurped, but could find some enjoyment in the tangible bliss that made their thighs start to shake. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh..."

Luanne dove her snout into their neck. Sweet kisses and gentle nibbles landed where Luanne could feel their pulse the strongest. Secret's head swooned away, those melodic notes of pleasure coming automatically. That didn't mean they had lost all control. The arm opposite of Luanne reached towards her udder. One nipple was pinched, enough to get a rouse out of the blonde belle.

"Ooh. Ohh..." That wasn't acting. For the immensity of her teats, they were extremely sensitive. One advantage in her battle to become face of the lactation genre was her ability to summon milk virtually on command. Secret's touch, though only superficial at the moment, sent ripples of delight. All four of them went stiff, and the one in Secret's grasp began bleeding a steady river of milk. "Huh... Huh... Huhhh..."

A smile came across Secret's open mouth. Just their gentle pinch and pulls made Luanne leak like a faucet, sort of a kind reminder that they wouldn't relinquish control so easily. Yes, the ardent fingering of their pussy was divine, but it wasn't a secret just how touchy Luanne's nipples were. The many videos of her cumming on udder stimulation alone were proof of that.

Secret fondled another portion of Luanne's udder, kissing the rough teat against their palm until it too let loose its motherly bounty. Luanne kept gasping. Though she tried to remain focused, her fingering of Secret's pussy grew uncoordinated and stilted. Her voice grew just as loud. A deep blush had risen to the surface of her face. Secret saw how close her open mouth was, as did Luanne shortly after. There was a moment of looking at each other before they both closed their eyes and began kissing again, a small moment of truce in what had become a sexual battle.

"Aaaaaand cut!"

Nils' voice cut through the bedroom like a knife, jerking both actors out of the moment. The opening scene was finished. Neither of them knew how long it had been. It felt way too quick to just be the first scene. Both suspected that Nils wanted to move right ahead to the main event: David's entry.

The man himself was enjoying the show so far on his chair. His cock had grown semi-hard, a result of seeing the two beautiful cows making love to each other. Getting the rest of the way there would require some hands-on attention, though it would have to wait for when he was on screen. Nils wanted him to walk in on them with a bathrobe which he would remove to show off his super hung member. It was up to his co-stars to get it hard from there, demonstrating the full length of his breeding tool.

It was time for a minor set change. The main shot would relocate to the right of the bed, looking down it widthwise. Two crew members hoisted the enormous device to its position. Another cameraman followed with his own handheld. This left the doorway into the bedroom free of any equipment for the next shot. David would walk in on the cows and interrupt their playtime together.

All of these adjustments were made while Luanne and Secret were stuck in the same position, waiting for them to get done. The passion was virtually dead. Luanne's hand laid on the inside of Secret's thigh with two fingers wet from fingering. The hand Secret had used to play with Luanne's nipple was on top of her udder, tapping one finger impatiently. David had gotten up from his chair and was standing outside, also eager to get things rolling.

Nils came stomping out into the hallway to talk to him. "Alright. You ready?"

David nodded. "Yeah, boss."

"OK. Cool." He marched back into the bedroom. "You gals ready?"

"Yes," said both of them in unison. They got back into the same position as before with Luanne's two fingers in Secret whose two fingers were latched to Luanne.

Nils didn't bother for a continuity check. "Awesome, awesome." Nils hurried back to his director's chair, now in the corner outside of the main shot. "Alright. Aaaand action!"

The fingering resumed on the bed for a while longer. There had to be a long take for the editors to find the perfect moment to connect it to the previous shot. David waited just outside the doorway before one of the crewmembers gave him his cue. He stood tall and took a deep breath. Showtime. His lumbering frame came swerving into the doorway with the bottom of his robe swaying about his knees. He stood there with a coy smile and one arm resting on the frame above his head.

"Hey there," he said in a deep voice.

Luanne and Secret lifted their heads and pretended to notice him. They shared a surprised look and looked at the newcomer warily. Without a word David put a rest to their fears by pulling the belt on his bathrobe, causing the two halves to fall apart and expose his front. Out came his rotund, purple belly. On top of it were a set of iron pecs, heavy like his howitzer arms.

None of that was what grabbed people's attention. Swinging from his loins like a meaty pendulum was his cock, a turgid pole steeped in masculinity and girth. The head swung mere inches above his knees at the end of a thick, vein-swaddled pink shaft. The balls behind it were appropriately cumbersome, seated in their hammock like a pair of shot puts. It got a dramatized reaction from his co-stars. Both of them gasped and covered their mouths, a not-so-Olivieran expression of surprise. They looked at each other and giggled before gesturing the studly bull over to their bed.

David accepted their invitation. The robe was shrugged off his shoulders as he came trotting over. The bedframe creaked when he mounted the mattress on his knees. That bloated pecker of his swung wildly, leering towards the two actors. He knelt in front of them with a proud smile and a thrusted chest, goading them into making the first move. They nearly toppled over each other as they came hustling over to properly admire such a fabulously fat member.

Luanne and Secret got on their fours in front of him. Luanne hoisted it up with one hand. The raw heat of it burned against her palm and thrummed with reproductive energy. While she began stroking it, Secret cradled his balls. The skin of his purse was wonderfully soft. The many hairs that textured it were tickly to the touch. They rolled the orbs together in a wide circle. Secret could feel the weight of his loads harbored in those well-fed cum tanks. In time they would be all over them and their co-star.

His dick grew hard enough to stand forward on its own power. Luanne continued stroking it from head to hilt. It was a pleasure just feeling its leathery skin scrape against her palm as well as that dutiful pule working hard to get him erect. The moment she could stare down its menacing barrel she laid her lips on the tip to give it a tiny kiss, then another, then another, until her mouth opened and fell around the glans. Secret wouldn't let themself go forgotten. Their head joined in on the flank of David's shaft, right where it met the flare of his cock helmet. Soon there was a tiny chorus of wet smacks as his cock was doused in a barrage of sucks and smooches.

He showed his appreciation by petting both their heads and playing with their hair. They looked up at him with round, doe eyes, seeking his approval like the good servants they were. Affirming them was a hearty bounce of his cock courtesy of his floor muscle clenching. The two subs giggled and resumed their worship of his penis.

Nils wanted a better angle. He pointed at one crewmember and hurriedly gestured at him to go towards the bed. The camera man nodded and grabbed a camcorder that was on the floor. He hustled over to David and presented it to him from behind. David thanked him with a nod and took the camera to begin filming his partners from a first person perspective. He captured a direct, if shaky, view of them gobbing on his rod. Their mouths made journeys along his entire length. While Luanne would levy love on his tip, Secret would be attached to the root where their nose sank into his frizzy crotch bush. They would switch places every so often, leaving no portion of his cock unattended to.

Luanne was done playing. On her next venture to the head of his cock she opened her mouth and closed her lips around it fully. She peered up into the camera as her mouth, shrunken to the shape of David's shaft, slid down halfway. That was as far as she could go before his tip punched into her throat, creating a soft gag. "Ulk." Nothing to worry about. Luanne was a pro. She let her jaw and throat relax so that she could drill him even deeper. His cockhead sat in the very back of her gullet and still she could not hope to kiss his lap. Choked hissing noises echoed from her mouth. "Ech. Ulk. Ulkh."

Secret was left as a third wheel on the side, forced to watch as their rival dined on such a fine meal. They resumed worshiping his balls, rolling them between their fingers and putting their snout on his purse. A deep whiff raced into their nostrils. Sniffffffffff. Fiery man smell flooded their senses and threatened to make their mind melt. The way they rolled their eyes into their head was only a slight exaggeration. They opened their mouth and closed them on one of his eggs, suckling at the musky, masculine taste that painted it so thoroughly.

David let out a long sigh through his nose. Watching two beautiful cows acting so wild around his manhood was a boost and a half to his already throbbing ego. It was a sight that never got old, not even after the many threesomes he'd taken part in. He had one of the bigger dicks in the industry anyway, and that's the porn industry. Girls were lucky to be in front of his loins, let alone to get paid while doing it.

Luanne's sucking grew loud as she threw her entire head back and forth the majority of his length. Her lips were back around his pole, suctioned into a seal. With each pass there would be a wet schllllp sound. All the while her bright blue eyes stayed on the camera in David's hand, an expression of unwavering subservience to his cock. Secret, meanwhile, was still face deep in his scrotum. Equally obstreperous sucking noises came from them pulling on his orbs with their mouth. Their lips would peel off like from a blow pop before latching back on greedily. Jostling for room was difficult given Luanne was directly above them, sucking his dick like crazy.

Secret popped off his nuts one last time when they determined that it was their turn. They knelt upright and put a gentle but firm hand on Luanne's chest to get her to stop. Luanne cut a nasty look at her out of the corner of the eye while refusing to slow down. Before things got feisty, David put a hand on Luanne's head to stop her. She did so reluctantly, and finally pulled off with a mwah. Spindles of her spit linked her lips to his dick which was promptly stroked a few times by Secret before they scooted Luanne out of the way and began fellating.

A disgruntled Luanne had no time for battling her co-star. She knelt upright, bringing herself face-to-face with David. She pressed into him. He put an arm around her and they began kissing. Nils got up from his chair to tap David on the arm. David, without turning his head from Luanne, handed him the camcorder. The hand that had been holding it came down to fondle Luanne's udder. He adored how heavy and soft it was, like handling a velvet bag of gelatin. The nipples were tough and pokey. The skin was still wet from her milk. It cooled against his palm in the bedroom AC, making his forearm shiver. Naturally his thumb and index finger closed around her teat, pulling a soft squeak out of her. He held onto it gently while rolling it in a circle, pulling that whole part of her udder along with it.

Luanne started vibrating. Between kissing him she would let out soft moans, the breath of which brushed David's cheeks and buzzed in his ears. The work done to her tit happened right next to Secret's face. Though she kept up the same enthusiasm their counterpart had, it seemed as though David's attention was fully on the broad moaning and groaning next to his face. It was a good thing David didn't have the camcorder anymore or else it would've captured the disgruntled look Secret had. They wanted to just stand up and shove their udder into David's grasp for him to play with too. Too bad they had to keep sucking his dick for as long as the scene called for. Thus she remained on her fours, bobbing her head back and forth along David's supreme staff.

Nils spoke up eventually. "Alright. Move onto the tit sucking."

Time for the next phase. The three performers kept up their acts for just a few moments longer before the two cows separated themselves from David. They laid on their backs in front of him, mammaries piled atop their bellies like mountains. Both were squashed side by side, Luanne's fair pink contrasting with Secret's morose purple. David was more than infatuated with both, so he crawled over and hovered his face over where the two udders met.

Before going to work on them he grabbed both their panties and pulled them off, rendering both cows totally nude. His enormous mitt-hands laid on their udders, sinking into the divinely gossamer flesh. He kneaded and groped them liberally. The great cistern of milk sloshed and churned inside for he and the microphones to hear. Secret bit their lip and grunted their delight while the ever-verbose Luanne let out some moans that were half genuine, half not.

One of the cameramen snuck around to the top of the bed where he took very careful time climbing on. He sat on the pillows and provided a top-down perspective relative to Luanne and Secret. Once David saw that he was in place he brought his face into Secret's udder and latched his mouth to their upper left teat.

"Ohh! Ohhh..." they sighed, a sincere expression. In the very same second he began sucking there came a torrent of milk, a delectable cream that flooded his mouth. He suckled until it filled his maw, then he swallowed.

He came off with a crisp sigh. "Ahh." Milk drooled from their ducts and down their smooth, purple skin. His tongue swung in tight circles around heir noodle nipple to catch every drop. Secret's writhing and squirming could not hope to dislodge him, not when he had become so deeply enamored with their product. He gave their tit a good squeeze, shooting out a thin stream of white that splattered inside his waiting maw.

Secret could hardly stand it. "Ahh! Ahaha, ahhh..."

Luanne wriggled beside them in jealousy. She scooted closer into Secret and cupped another one of their tits. One finger flicked at the broadside of a nipple, adding more glow to their ecstasy. Secret let out a shuddering gasp and opened their legs wider. With David preoccupied with their milky ducts, Luanne obliged to reach into their crotch and resume fingering them.

It worked well enough. Secret's voice struck a sharp crescendo, the pitch turning into something desperate and shrill. The top of their head pressed into the mattress as their head rolled back. "Huhhh! Huhhh! Oh fuck! Oh God! Mmmmmmmmm, yes... Yes! Huhhhh..."

A smug Luanne dug her snout into Secret's neck to deliver some nibbles and kisses. Every spasm and jitter that rolled through them was a small victory for her, especially once Secret made an announcement.

"Oh God... Oh, I'm cumming... Yes... Yes! Huhhhhhhhh!" Neither David nor Luanne had any idea if she was telling the truth or not. Female orgasms were almost always faked in porn, at least for the ones who didn't squirt. Secret never did, so saying that they were about to cum could've been bullshit.

It wasn't. A very real bliss was spiking in their body, the result of her teats and pussy both feeling some of the best love it could receive. The muscles in their lower body began to shake violently. The great pads of blubber wobbled faster and faster in sync with the rise of their ecstasy. Those loud moans turned into wails, then a wail once their climax had arrived. The yelling came to an abrupt stop. The breath was trapped in their lungs, their diaphragm paralyzed by the onset of heavy spasms. They bounced and jostled beneath David who obliged to keep sucking their nipple while Luanne's finger kept orbiting their clit.

Luanne and David chuckled once Secret's orgasm started. Luanne's triumph, however, was cut short by David gently pushing her shoulder so that she rolled onto her back. Secret came out of her stupor just in time to see David mounting Luanne by her thighs like he were to perform the cowboy position. Instead he grasped his cock and let it flop onto the very middle of Luanne's udder, between the bottom two nipples. Squishing them together made the bright pink flesh envelope his rod in a pseudo-titjob.

Luanne quivered beneath him. Being pinned by such a statuesque man made her feel small, especially when that battering ram of a pecker was being rubbed through the center of her sensitive mammaries. Soft pants would beat through her mouth as she helped him squeeze her tits on his cock. David was happy to let her do the work in that department while he slowly humped away and pinched her upper two nipples.

Secret watched them go at it with one hand rubbing their flower. The sight of David's iron pink staff dragging itself along the trench in her udder was something beautiful. They had not yet fully come off their orgasm and yet the desire for another had been sparked by the debauchery happening adjacent. As soon as they mustered the energy they sat up and brought their head over Luanne's udder. They got an up close view of Luanne's titjob, something Secret piled onto by putting their lips around one of Luanne's nipples.

"Huhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh..." Her squirming intensified along with the heat in her face. She lost her grip on her tits, loosening the pressure around David's cock. Secret was kind enough to do it for her. They rubbed and pulled around that quadrant of udder while feeling the heat of David's loins gliding right next to their face. It wasn't long until Luanne's milk started to flow again, generating even more sincere moans. "Ohh... Huhhhh... Fuck... Mmmmmm, yes... Yes~"

Secret gave it to her good. Luanne's fans loved how touchy her nipples were. Why not give them what they wanted? Secret's tongue assumed a very tight orbit around the center button, sloshing the milk around the inside of their mouth. They kept it only half closed around her boob so that the milk would splash free and come slithering down her udder. The neighboring teat wasn't left alone either as secret prodded and poked at it with her index finger. Not even Luanne's bottom row was safe as David resumed his manly groping which swaddled his pecker, now leaking precum.

It got the ball rolling. Luanne's legs kicked and squirmed behind David. Those hard, heavy hoof feet thumped and scraped on the mattress like apoplectic snakes. She could not hope to escape the pincer assault of pleasure that had landed on her udder. David's haughty, heavy phallus scraping along the middle of her mammaries, moistening her skin with the beginnings of his sex product, was enough to drive a woman like her wild. That did not take in account Secret's tongue lashing and fingering, the combination of which had Luanne yelling as though she were being fucked.

"Hyuuuuuhhhhhhh! Oh my Gah- Huhhhhh... Yes! Yes." Her head lifted and then dropped to the mattress before she said the word. "I'm close. Ohhhh, I'm cumming. Huhhh... I'm gonna cum!"

Another truthful report, evident by the rapid vibrations that had set upon her inner legs. One cameraman made sure to zoom in on the phenomenon as well as the continued thrash of her hoof feet. The sass had officially gone out of Luanne's tone by the time she finally came. On reflex her spine meant to whip into a curve that would thrust her hips up into the air but could not with the giant stud keeping her pinned. The most she could do was twist and writhe her torso while letting loose the most hideous caterwaul.

"Huuuuueeeeeeuuuugghhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" She stayed with the top of her head pressed into the bed, that mop of blonde curls splayed out around her like a golden halo. Neither David nor Secret stopped stimulating her, even as Secret was forced to hold their mouth in place against the upwards thrust of Luanne's tummy. It did not relax until the passion died down. Luanne thumped her back down, panting loudly and whimpering. Rivers of milk bled down the sides of her utter. "Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Fuck..."

That was the end of the first act. Time for the real sex to begin. Secret, successful in their revenge, sat back upright with a conniving grin put on for the camera. Next thing David knew he was being shoved in the back and toppling over Luanne. He feigned a look of surprise as he came landing on his stomach. Luanne squirmed out from beneath him and knelt next to her partner in crime, ready to usurp control of the situation.

David rolled onto his back and saw two beautiful cows crawling up to him, their enormous udders dragging on the mattress beneath them. Secret was first. They kicked a leg over his body and mounted his lap. He was pleased to have their colossal tits settle on his gut, still dripping some milk. That wagon of an ass of theirs hovered over his manhood. A fathomless trench of hot girlflesh sighed its heat onto his lap, begging for his entry.

Luanne did the honors of aiming his pillar upwards at Secret's cunny. They came down on it without penetrating themself, instead hotdogging it through their ample buttocks. A seductive purr rumbled out of their throat as they began dancing their ass up and down his length. His dick jimmied along with it, going whichever way they rolled and swerved their hips. Luanne was right there beside them, leaving room for a shot of Secret's backside. Luanne massaged her haunches with one arm reaching around their body. She made cartoonish expressions and gasps at the sight of David's monument shuttling back and forth through Secret's crack.

"That's fucking it," she hissed right before diving her face into Secret's rump and kissing David's cock tip. It would disappear when Secret went up then reappear when they came down. On each opportunity she would land a sloppy smooch or a suckle on his cock, taking deep breaths between each instance. Secret, aware of her antics, intentionally threw their ass out so that it would bump Luanne in the face, something she tried her best to ignore.

David only cared about the beautiful bovine teasing herself on his dick and the equally rapacious one landing kisses on it. He played with Secret's udder, making sure to apply the usual amount of love to their milk beads. They gasped softly, partly from the self-teasing on his pole and the attention he gave their boobs. Luanne was but an afterthought, even as she massaged their ass and periodically sucked David's dick.

That came to an end when Secret elevated herself above David's summit. His penis flopped back down onto his belly, something Luanne corrected by angling it up at Secret's yawning wet cunt. Drooling from it was a thickish strand of their arousal, a product of the previous climax and all the teasing just prior. Enough foreplay. It was time for the real deal. They settled their flower on his tip, distending the petals until they met his girth with a wet skwish.

"Ohh..." With the initiation of sex they became blind to the set around them. They were blind to the camera less than a foot behind their ass, between David's legs, capturing the gradual swallowing of his fuckstick. It vanished to the balls, replaced by a broad avalanche of thick cow haunch. "Huhhh... Ohhh..." They began riding him at a slow and steady pace, showing off the full height of his meaty, pink column which they enveloped. The camera was but a few inches away. Every vein and shimmer that textured his cock was put on film as well as the tight lips with which Secret coddled him so tightly.

Luanne was left on the sidelines. The script called for her to sit right behind Secret and grind along with her. She couldn't do that with the cameraman in the way. So she just knelt beside them, trying her best to look enthused as a third wheel, occasionally groping Secret's udder. Nils was alert enough to see what was going on and hissed at the cameraman to get the fuck out of the way. He did so hurriedly, allowing Luanne to climb over David's legs and hug Secret from behind. She laid her chin on Secret's shoulder and kissed their neck. Secret swooned away from her, enjoying both the heavy kisses against their soft neck and the assertive humping against her behind.

They spent some time in that position. Two cameramen buzzed around the bed to grab as many good angles as they could. Secret spent that time experimenting with different tempos and methods of riding. They would bring their mouth to Luanne's and make out with her. David was fine with just observing. He continuously played with Secret's tits with more and more milk draining from those erect teats. The grip on his member was strict and ungiving. The shaft would sink in where their lips held onto it. They would come up to the very top part and bow their vulva out on the mighty swell of his cock helmet. The many quivers and shakes that rumbled through them were felt in full, blessing the bull with a pleasure enough to make him grunt and snort.

Eventually came the time for Secret to end their endeavor with an orgasm, or so the script demanded. With that third limb prodding the gates of their womb and his hands making good work of her nipples, there wasn't a need to fake anything. Their pace increased, and so did the volume of their voice. She surrendered the plummet down his shaft to gravity, landing in his lap with meaty impacts.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Luanne was right behind them, pulling them along the rest of the journey towards what was turning into an ethereal climax. Secret lost the strength in their legs to a violent quake that jiggled leg flesh. That left Luanne to power the ride with some heavy humping against their back.

She hissed into her rival's ear. "Come on. Don't give up on us now, milk slut."

Secret had no choice but to obey. Another big wail came on once they'd hit their limit. Head back, snout aimed at the ceiling, chest heaving under a barrage of spasms, they came hard. David bit his lip as her contracting pussy muscles squeezed him with all their might. It edged him towards his own climax, though he was able to hold off with a clench of the jaw and some preventative gropes on Secret's udder.

Luanne kissed their neck throughout the heavenly ordeal. "There we go," she whispered. "I knew you could do it."

Secret wanted to tell her to shut up, but was denied any coherency by the physical bliss that glowed across their entire body. Luanne helped them off David's cock so that they could slump over next to him, still suffering through a wave of aftershocks in their leg muscles. It was Luanne's turn, though she would not ride the bull. On the other side of him she fell to her hands and knees. Her tremendous ass wobbled behind her as she shook it, goading David on along with a cheeky smile.

David wasn't as enthusiastic as one might think. He was a strong man, but not a durable one. Ever since he'd joined the industry it had been known by the directors and actors who'd worked with him that he had a sore dearth in stamina. Sure, the man had a huge pecker, but that did little in the way of making up for an out of shape body, the energy reserves of which were quick to burn out once he really started fucking.

But today he had a trick up his sleeve. If he needed to take a break in the middle of a shot, which he likely would, it would be his one and only. Sitting up he noticed a look of concern on Nils' face. David was more assuring. Don't worry. I got you. The bed creaked beneath the three actors as David came lumbering forward onto his knees so that he could carry over behind Luanne with his dick wagging in front of him. He loomed behind her, that fat,black-spotted ass presented for his use and consumption.

Secret did their part by kneeling beside Luanne and spreading her ass cheeks. There was her needy quim, leaking its thickish girl juices. Luanne looked over her shoulder at him and gave her tail a sexy flick, inviting him onward. He didn't need any of that, not when his cock thrummed with the need to be in some more pussy. One hand held his pecker and guided the head into her feminism. There was a buzz of pleasure shared between them both, escalating once he'd ensconced the head.

"Ohhh..." She let her head drop down, spilling her shimmering hair to the mattress while David drilled himself deeper and deeper. A camera at their side and another right behind David witnessed his descent to the balls. Once in place Secret let her cheeks close around his pole and gave them a massage.

David took hold of her hips and pulled his own back to deliver the first thrust. Rolls of her ass flesh rebounded and jiggled upon the impact, the wet sound of which echoed across the room. There was a cadence, hard and heavy, as fast as David could give it.

Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap!

Luanne's appreciation came in the form of some very loud moans. Her voice bounced at the same time David would slam into her ass. "Huhhh-Uhhhhh-Uhhhh-Uhhhh-!" She felt those billiard balls swing into her thighs just after his hips would pummel her cheeks. The force would telescope through her vertebrae, threatening to undo her lumbar. The man wasn't fast, but he sure as fuck was heavy. For Luanne that's all that mattered.

But it wouldn't last forever. His hamstrings and glutes were starting to burn. His jaw fell open so that he would huff and puff. Before long a sweat had broken out across his brow. The lady he was fucking was beautiful, but no matter how loudly she moaned or clapped those cheeks he could not motivate himself to go on much longer.

He slowed to a stop. "Cut... Cut..."

Luanne's retorts screeched to a halt just as fast. Her eyes widened and regained focus. Suddenly she remembered they were doing a porno shoot. "What? What's wrong?"

Disappointment stabbed Nils in the heart. "You alright, David?"

David gulped the spit that was in his mouth. "Yeah... I just... Just need a breather." He fell back, retracting his cock out of Luanne's cunt. It was already losing its stature, though it shined under a coat of thickish pussy cream.

Nils tried not to sigh too loudly. "Alright, everyone. Take five."

David didn't bother to apologize to anyone, least of all his two co-stars. He just crawled off the bed and walked towards the door, his limp dick swinging like a pendulum. Secret and Luanne watched his glutes grind right out of the bedroom. The two cows shared a look. Luanne just shook her head. Men.

David was back in the hallway, headed towards the room where he and the crew kept their personal stuff. Following him was one of the crew, a deer. "Can I get you a water?" he asked the naked David.

David didn't look back at him while he trudged down the hall. "No," he said flatly before disappearing into another room, leaving the deer to feel like he'd done something wrong. The harsh answer was thanks to the water bottle David had waiting next to the bag where he kept his clothes. He picked it up with a grin. Alright, now let's see what this bad boy can do. He popped the spigot and took a long swig. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat with each swallow, siphoning the chalky-tasting water down his gullet. He pulled the bottle from his mouth while cringing. God. I hope it works better than it tastes.

Fortunately it did. The moment he felt it settling in his tummy there came a rush of energy throughout his muscles. His back perked up automatically along with a sudden perking up of his expression. "Woof!" he hooted out loud. "That oughtta do it." He put the bottle down next to his bag and left the room with a pep to his step. He wondered if he should recommend it to other guys or keep the secret to himself. I'll decide once this shoot is done, he told himself.

The choice would be made for him.

He sauntered back into the bedroom with his chest held high and his face beaming. Luanne and Secret both had bottles of water in their hands. "Feelin' better?" Secret asked.

"Oh, 100%," he reported. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out, missy," he said to Luanne."

She wasn't so enthused. "You already were. Think you can last a little longer this time?"

His smile faded. "As a matter of fact, I know I can." Bitch.

Nils piped up. "That's good to hear!" He noticed David's limp cock. "Say, can one of you gals fluff David up?"

"Yeah, I got it," volunteered Secret.

"Awesome." Nils patted David on the back. "Go get 'em, tiger."

"Oh yeah," said David. "I intend to."

Once he was kneeling on the bed again Secret got on their fours in front of him to start sucking him hard. The moment they held his dick up in their hand, however, they noticed that it almost was. Stroking it just quickened the process, and after only a few seconds it was diamond hard, ready for action.

Damn. Normally hung guys like these need a few minutes, Secret thought. They looked up to see a smug smile on David's face. They did not return it and left him for the position they had been in when the shooting stopped. Whatever. Let's just wrap this shit up and hope he won't burn out on us.

Luanne and everyone else wished for the same thing as she got back on her hands and knees in front of him. David scooted up to her and politely dug his cock into her cavity. "How's that feel?" he asked.

"Good," Luanne said half-heartedly.

"Don't worry," David said. "It gets better."

"Yeah, OK."

Again Nils forwent a continuity check before calling action. David dove headfirst into it, summoning a speed and power not seen in their previous take. It caught everyone off guard, including Luanne whose ears started ringing with each concussive impact.

SCHMACK! SCHMACK! SCHMACK! SCHMACK!

Her eyes and mouth opened wide. There was a blossoming of pleasure that dwarfed what she had felt in the previous shoot. "Oh fuck! Huhhh! Oh my God! Ohhhhhhhhhh~" The physical bliss was intertwined with severe surprise. Where the hell was this coming from? Was this the same guy? It didn't matter. It felt good as hell, so good that the strength in her arms evaporated and made her face crumple into the sheets below. "Huhhhh! Oh God! Yes! YES!"

Secret was just as shocked, a little intimidated too. David, who just a few minutes ago had been out of breath and sweating like he'd climbed a hill, was heaving his dick at a ferocity they hadn't thought he was capable of. His face was scrunched with determination. The two orbs between his legs, now looking like wrecking balls, swung back and forth dangerously. Luanne felt them collide with the back of her thighs like a pair of meteors again and again and again.

Nils and the crew simply didn't know how to react. This was not the speed dictated by the script, but Nils would be damned before he called a stop to it. He ordered his cameraman to get a close up, but they were hesitant. Nobody wanted to be near that volcano when it went off as it threatened to do with the heavy snorts that burst out of David's nose.

David didn't notice the two meek cameramen coming in to witness his hellacious slamming into Luanne's pussy. He was in a zone fueled by arousal and testosterone. The most primitive corners of his mind, once desensitized by a long career in porn, were now burning at a temperature he'd never experienced before. Whatever fatigue he might have felt was nothing compared to his sexual fury. The petite cow screaming loudly as he impaled her implored him to go even faster, harder, and deeper.

Luanne came in the middle of it, though the sharp rise in her voice was indistinguishable from the rest of her wailing screams. More of her cream was left on his cock, though it was promptly flung off and sent flying throughout the immediate vicinity, mainly behind David. His own orgasm roared forth with sudden force, catching him off guard. Even with the momentum of his thrusts he was brought to a sudden halt by an explosion of euphoria.

"HNNNNGGGHHHHHUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" He slammed his hips as far as they could go, a result of his steeply bent spine. From his pillar spat a Goliath load that flooded Luanne in just a few pumps. That Herculean cock muscle that lined his pecker throbbed heroically so that his batter would sweep her insides before squirting out from her tightly wound pussy lips.

An impressive display, but not what was called for. In the script Luanne was supposed to have/fake an orgasm before they would move on to a 69 scene between him and Secret. The grand finale would have David switching between fucking both cows butterfly style before finally letting rip on their bodies. Nils, while impressed by David's hypermasculine effort, was not happy.

He let David fall off his peak before he called "Cut!" He slid off his chair and approached the bed with paws on his hips. "Dude! Why'd you do that? You know you're not supposed to cum until the last bit!"

David was panting hard. "Shit, I'm sorry. I- Fuck..." He wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist. "I got carried away."

Luanne thought so too. She was crumpled on the sheet in front of him, trembling like a leaf. The world around her was nothing but a dull blur, fogged over by the raw bliss that held her loins captive. Secret was so worried that they came over to make sure she was OK.

"Yeah, I noticed that," Nils said. He rubbed his temples. "You don't suppose you can fire off another for us, do you?"

"Actually," said David. "I'm pretty sure I can."

That surprised everyone. "You sure?" asked Nils.

"Yeah. Look." David was holding his penis. It was glazed in a raunchy mixture of his and the Luanne's cum, and yet it was hard as a rock. "God, it feels like my balls are super fucking heavy. I just fucked and it feels like blueballs." He reached down and gave his nads a lift to ease the pressure. Am I crazy or do they actually feel heavier?

"I see," said Nils. He looked at Secret. "Still got that 69 scene in you?"

Secret, though disappointed by David's ability to go on, nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Alright, cool. How about you-?" He was cut off by the sight of Luanne still down on the deck, trembling like she'd experienced something terrible. "-Luanne?"

"Hmm?" she lifted her head like she had just woken up. Her eyes blinked a few times before she could remember where the hell she was. "Oh yeah. Uh-huh. Let me just..." She pulled herself into a sitting position, but had no hope of kneeling with how weak her legs had become. "Oh God. Whew. There we go. I'm- Mmm... I'm ready."

Nils wasn't so sure, but with a movie to shoot he wasn't about to correct her. "Alright. Everyone back in position."

Luanne struggled back onto her fours while David got back behind her. His dick was not only hard, but it oozed precum as readily as an ejaculation. His nuts didn't just feel heavy anymore. It felt like they were in a vice. He was sweating again, now because of the painful arousal that had settled on his cock and balls like a blanket. Shit. I think that stuff's working a little too well.

Luanne had no idea that he had taken anything, and yet she started feeling its effects just as well. A queer buzzing sensation had befallen her nipples, making them perk up even stiffer than usual. The entire shoot she had been leaking milk, and yet now it had started dripping from all four of her teats as if they were being suckled. Each droplet of milk was thudding onto the sheet below her, something the crew noticed when the sound rang through the bedroom.

"Uhhh, Nils?" said Luanne. "I'm leaking."

"Yeah, I see that."

"Should we-?"

"No," he said curtly. "Keep things moving. I wanna see the rest of this thing through, now."

Luanne meant to protest, but found herself reticent thanks to a resurgence in her horniness. Along with the constant draining of her milk came an almost even flow of hot nectar drooling from her cunny. What the fuck? How am I this hot already? She'd never needed David's cock more than in that moment. Without another thought she cocked her tail to the side, exposing that grisly slit.

"I'm ready," she declared.

David didn't even hesitate to slide his dick back in her. Resisting the urge to start fucking her again was monumental, yet he powered through it. Secret could sense the bizarre energy surging from them both; part of them screamed not to get any closer, and yet they had a job to do.

"Action," called Nils.

David pulled out of Luanne who stayed in place. Secret came up to David, held his penis and started kissing him. That moment was supposed to last longer, but an ornery David ended up pushing them by the chest. They landed on their back with a whumpf and a surprised look. What the hell is happening? Whatever it was, it drove David to scramble over her with that monster of a cock slung right over Secret's face. Its slimed surface sat on their cheek like a moist lead weight that had been in the sun. His ball sack hung out on their forehead, physically buzzing with energy. Secret shared the same thought David had earlier: Have these things gotten bigger?

No time to ponder it. They grabbed his dick and began slurping on the tip. They couldn't get any further thanks to David slamming his hips down, piercing their throat in just one go. "ULK! ECKH!"

They bounced and writhed beneath him but went ignored. David's eye rolled into his head as the relief he'd been desiring flushed through his loins. The sweet hold of Secret's throat, now bulged with the girth of his cock, was wonderful, but also temporary. Full release from his blue balls would not come until he had. Time to get to work. His ass swung into the air and then dove down hard. Secret choked loudly, forced to suffer the smack of his balls on their visor. Yes, they were definitely bigger now. That much was evident as they rebounded on and off their snout like a pair of overly laden paddle balls.

David was in a trance, humping the ever living hell out of Secret's throat. Some hidden part of his mind, however, was able to recall what he was supposed to do. Looking down he saw Secret's udder jiggling atop their abdomen. He let himself fall into it, snout sinking into that great balloon of milky flesh. Kissing his mouth around eventually landed it on one of their teats. He sucked on it like a baby, immediately drawing out a fat squirt of her milk and persuading its three siblings to also start leaking.

That could not compare to what Luanne was going through. Though she was supposed to eat Secret's pussy while David fucked their mouth, she was currently stuck sitting next to them and struggling with her own great flood of milk. Each nipple bled like a fountain, wetting her lap and the sheets profusely. Putting her hands over the ducts only stimulated them to create more. It was as though a well of milk had been struck at the bedrock of her abdomen and created an uncontrollable gush.

It felt amazing. She wasn't even a part of the sex act and she was moaning outside of her control. "Huhhh... Oh fuck... Why is this... Mmmm... God... Ohhhhh..." One hand dove into her crotch to finger her pussy. Her legs split open as wide as they could go and immediately started jittering. Her body went timbering backwards onto the bed. Doing so made her udder fall back on her with an audible slorsh sound like a water balloon being rolled around.

"Holy shit," uttered one of the cameramen, breaking a code of silence. "Are they getting bigger?"

Nils didn't know what he was referring to. It was either David's balls or Luanne's mammaries. Both had grown to mammoth proportions before their very eyes, generating a slop of fluids that stained almost the whole bed and flooded the bedroom with a bodily miasma. Nils was transfixed. None of this was in the script, and yet he was too enraptured to put a stop to any of it.

One of the cameraman came up to him and whispered into his ear. "You gonna stop this?"

Nils just shook his head. "No," he said out loud. "Let it roll."

And so it went on with David plowing Secret's face and dining on their tits. Luanne was in a world of her own while she fingered herself violently and let the world know it through her moaning. Streams of liquid white shot from her four nipples, going so far as to reach her two co-stars across the mattress.

David only dimly felt the milk dribbling on his head and upper back. His focus was entirely on the cow beneath him, fucking and sucking them with all his might. Poor Secret could hardly breathe, only able to inhale and exhale during the brief seconds when David's dick was not lodged in their neck. Spit and precum framed their entire mouth and oozed down their cheeks. Their throat was sore with his constant assault, and yet it could be ignored for the incredible joy his suckling brought. Between his thrusts there would be deep, guttural moans from out their mouth. Another climax was approaching, and rapidly, all while a quartet of white rivers began sloughing out of their teats.

The face fucking hit an abrupt stop once David finally came. It was startlingly abrupt, making him jackhammer his hips and balls into Secret's visage while a thickish deluge was pumped straight down their tube. His face came off their tit, scrunched by delight. "Hyuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The shock of his orgasm triggered one in them as well. Any sound they would've made, a deafening one for sure, was lost beneath the throbbing plug jammed in their neck. Their lower body did the announcement for them, bucking and shaking wildly as the flow of milk managed to intensify. Adding to the pot was Luanne who struck gold too. Her voice was not as muffled, howling out of her like every time before. Throughout it all her milk ribbons did not lose their ferocity, shooting out of her ducts in an impressively clean arc and dribbling on her co-stars.

So much for the script. The filming went on more out of morbid curiosity than need to make a movie. The entire crew was in the bedroom now, watching the disaster/miracle unfold like some historical event. Nils certainly saw it that way; he was on the edge of his seat. I'm gonna make so much fucking money off this!

David climbed off Secret. Two orgasms would've drained even a sexual beast like him on any other occasion, and yet the desire for a third rampaged inside of him. Secret gasped once his junk was free of their throat. The bottom half of their face was glazed in spit. Their udder lactated profusely. They noticed that the mattress beneath them was soaked. They looked over to see Luanne and her beautifully grown udder letting loose a white ocean.

"What the fuck?" Secret tried to sit up. "Oof!" There was a colossal weight holding themr down by the abdomen. There was a wall of purple flesh, a rotund blob from which four fountains of milk shot straight into the air. They almost didn't believe it was their udder. No way it could've been this big. "Whoa! What's going on?"

David was about to ask the same question. He was kneeling beside Secret's head, staring down in awe at what had become of his scrotum. It was well hung before, and yet that was paltry compared to what it was now. The balls, big and round like cantaloupes, sank into the mattress alongside his knees. He had to open his legs just to make room for them. His cock, normally the premier piece of the whole set, now looked small in comparison to his testicular immensity. Precum spilled from the tip like from an overturned syrup bottle. The pressure to continue fucking was as strong as ever.

And yet his partners were in absolutely no condition to do so. The feisty Luanne was trapped in her corner by the oppressive stretch of her udder, now more like an overstuffed beanbag chair which began to spread its territory across the bed. The squirting milk only managed to get worse, flying all the way off the edge of the bed. The bottom two streams bled straight into the sheets, soaking Secret who was trapped by their own monstrous mammaries. Luanne's pussy was on fire, but the growing udder denied access to her cunny with its size and weight.

Secret fared no better. Their udder rose like a souffle, pouring over the sides and up onto their chest. The most they could do to please themself was to shake and rub their titties now the size of beach balls.

The cast's collective liquids began pouring off the sides of the bed, thudding onto the hardwood. That was about it for most of the camera crew. They abandoned ship in a great hustle towards the bedroom door, carrying with them whatever equipment could be saved. Nils stopped one of them with a firm paw on the chest of one crew member who was holding the main camera.

"No!" he shouted. "Give it to me! I'll record it." The crew member didn't argue, surrendering the camera to Nils and then getting the fuck out of there. Nils, blinded by greed and artistic desire, hoisted the camera onto his shoulder and pressed his eye to the viewfinder. He waltzed right up to the bed with his boots stepping right into the growing pool of milk and cum. This is gonna be amazing!

It was certainly a spectacle, though participating was a whole different ball game. David, Luanne, and Secret alike drowned in ecstasy, their bits perpetually swelling into titan proportions. David was sitting back, jerking his dick and cumming perpetually. He howled at the ceiling, swiping his fist up and down his cock so that it would keep firing fat ropes into the air and splatter somewhere or someone below it. His balls had grown big enough to force his legs into an obtuse angle. The amount of testosterone they produced was proportional to their size and his crippling arousal.

Luanne and Secret had both become more udder than cow. Secret could only stop it from blanketing their head by holding at bay, a task that was made difficult by the joy blowing out of their teats with all that milk. A repeating orgasm had besieged them, throwing their muscles into a violent tremble and screeching their voice hoarse. It was a similar story with Luanne. Though she was not pinned by the weight of her mammaries, she was nonetheless anchored in place by their explosive size. What torrent of milk that came shooting out of her could not outmatch the rapid production going on inside. She too rode the peak of an ongoing climax, one that had her gushing cream beneath her udder. It was but a drop in the ocean amongst the biblical flood the three of them created.

Then there was Nils, nigh in the middle of it all, orbiting the bed with his camera aimed at every naughty bit that he could find. There was a lot of it, including David's volcanic cock and his two cows' industrial sized titties. He did not mind the ocean of white that splashed about his ankles while he walked. The damage being done to the house and the bed did not cross his mind. The fact that what was going on in front of him was real was muddled by the fact he was witnessing it from behind a camera. More, more, more, was the chant in his mind. I wanna see more.

More he got, until at last it was too much. The bedframe collapsed beneath the trio in a terrific crash. It had been sagging and groaning beneath their growing heft the entire time, but went unnoticed thanks to the cacophony of moans. The mattress slammed into the floor. WHAM! The resulting G-forces were what broke the camel's back, not with a needle, but with an anvil. David's scrotum split at the seam, letting loose a horrific flood of cum that rocketed across the mattress like a locomotive.

_ SPLOOOOOOSH! _

The flood blew into the wall adjacent to the bed while the other two performers had their own explosions. Their udders blew out at the nipples, rocketing fourth a quadruple eruption of milk like afterburners. Secret's shot straight up into the ceiling, blowing out across it and raining back down on the bedroom below. Luanne's was more direct, striking across David like he had walked into a waterfall.

Nils could not turn around in time before the burst floodgates struck him by the midriff, a collective surge of cum and milk that swept him off his feet and sent him sliding across the floor. His back slammed into the wall, leaving him to suffer the oncoming tide of sex product which continued to burst from his three actors. The lights and stands left behind all came crashing to the floor, ruined by the white pond that awaited them.

It was fortunate that the door was open and that the Great White Flood, as it would soon be christened, blew out into the hallway and raced down the hardwood. Nils gasped for air. He was soaked from head to toe in milk and nut, the latter of which hung off of him in thickish slags. The camera was ruined, though the memory card had survived, thank God. He rocketed to his feet when he was able to, sputtering and coughing. He wiped the milk from his eyes and flipped his bangs back to stop the dripping in front of his brow.

The scene before him was catastrophic. The three performers were splayed out on the bed, the sheets of which had been rendered see-through. David was on his back, his deflated scrotum flattened out across the mattress with a load bigger than his entire life's output plastered on the yonder wall. Secret and Luanne were in similar conditions. Their nipples had been blown out into portholes. The udders they had been so proud of were now but flat sacks that hung down the front of their bellies and legs like panty hose. None of the three could move beyond the lazy rise and fall of their chests. Under such a crippling weight of ecstasy they might as well have been unconscious.

"Holy fucking shit," huffed Nils. A great big smile split his face as the first bit of laughter came out. "Ha! Holy fucking shit! That was AWESOME!" He jumped and punched his fist into the air. "YES! This is gonna be a HIT! WOOOOOO!"

A few other crewmembers were in the doorway gawking at the absurd scene. There was their boss bouncing around like a madman, hooting and hollering. Beyond him were three famous pornstars, knocked out by the explosion they had created, unaware that they had created the most niche porn film of all time, one that would alter the course of their careers forever.

THE END