Pool Party at the Cool Cows' Place

Grimm was lowering himself into the pool. Gallons of warm cream enveloped his lower body, relaxing him. It felt amazing. "Love it, I get," he said. "But hate it?" He sighed in anticipation. "Why?"

Reese played with a lock of her hair. "Well..." Her piercing violet eyes observed him from behind the lenses of her glasses, which were starting to slip down her nose. As Reese pushed her spectacles back up with her index finger, she made a strange squirming motion. The bandit leader was clearly thinking of a way to deliver bad news.

"Well... remember how you can't cum until the ritual's complete?" Reese asked. She kicked at the surface of the pool.

"Yeah," Grimm replied, already annoyed that he had to be reminded. The bull's thick member broke the surface of the pool, and every movement made it send ripples of milk across the surface.

"I kinda sorta told my girls they could take a bath with you," Reese said. Her admission was met with giggles and cheers from her bovine posse.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Grimm said, propping himself up on the edge of the pool with her elbows.

"We'll see," Reese said, smiling. "You heard him, ladies: time to get clean!" Immediately, the cows started hopping into the pool. "Especially you four," Reese said, shooting a glance at Lennox, Tats, Buttercup, and Daisy.

Everywhere Grimm looked he saw jiggling, wobbling, bouncing mammaries and asscheeks. It was a sight to behold. His captors, the guards, and all of the other members of Reese's Raiders joined him in the pool.

Everyone except Reese. She remained at the edge of the pool, watching the scene unfold. She wore a silly grin as her minions washed themselves and each other, splashed each other with milk, chatted...

"Hey, Reese," Grimm said.

"Yes?" Reese replied.

"So, this milk..." It suddenly occurred to him that the milk had to have come from somewhere.

Reese giggled. "Yeah, it's ours." She looked down at her cursed titties. "Well, theirs. They were pretty eager to provide it, too. Made a whole thing of it."

Grimm lingered at the edge, watching. Lennox and Tats were carefully slathering Daisy's tits with milk. Buttercup was mostly submerged except for her head and, remarkably, asscheeks, which she playfully clapped and shook. Amber was chatting with a cow Grimm had never seen before. Sweet Pea was showing off her muscles to her adoring peers. The mohawked guard was splashing a smaller Raider, showering her with milk. Tulip was guffawing at a joke Grimm couldn't hear.

As far as this gang of sex maniacs was concerned, this was a remarkably wholesome scene. Grimm's cock throbbed regardless. Wholesome or not, he was still surrounded by about twenty bare naked cows.

"Oh, shit," Reese suddenly said. "I forgot to tell you something, Grimm."

Grimm looked up at her. "What is it?"

"I should have mentioned that, umm... I gave my girls permission to play with you while you're in the bath."

"Wait..." Grimm said, as he noticed some cows approaching. "What do you mean, 'play with?'"

"You know," Reese said with an exaggerated shrug. She giggled. "Play with."

One of the cows reached Grimm before he had a chance to respond. She mashed her huge udders against him, pinning him against the wall. Because he was already at the edge of the pool, Grimm didn't have many options for escape. The cow reached up under her tits and hefted them up toward Grimm's face, her thick nipples aiming toward his mouth.

"Suck me," she moaned, wobbling her tits in the bull's face. "Suck meeeeeeee."

"No, suck mine instead!" There came another voice from beside him. A second cow was attempting to thrust her breasts into Grimm's face; she squirmed and pushed against the first cow, trying to butt in.

"What about mine?" asked a third voice. This one belonged to Amber, the sunbathing cow from earlier. She was doing the same as the other two. The three cows pushed and prodded each other, trying to get first dibs on a milking from Grimm.

Three cows competing for his attention was already too much for Grimm to handle right now. His cock was throbbing painfully, poking out from beneath the milk, and his balls were starting to feel like they'd explode if they didn't get any relief soon.

"Ladies, please," Grimm moaned, trying to keep his mouth above the sea of tits. But they weren't listening, so he didn't bother speaking more. Straining his neck, Grimm could see that the other cows were watching the scene in amusement. Some were striding toward him, no doubt intending on joining the onslaught; others were giggling amongst themselves and palling around.

Part of him just said "fuck it." He reached out, gripped one of the first cow's tits, and shoved it into his face. She let out a surprised "moo" as he slipped her nipple into his mouth and began to suck. The cow moaned and squirmed against him, flicking him with stray droplets of milk from the pool.

But Grimm wasn't done. Opening his mouth wide, he used his other hand to guide the second cow's breast to it, and plunged her nipple inside. Now he was suckling on two different cows, both of whom were currently grinding against him in ecstasy.

Once both cows' nipples were firmly in his mouth, Grimm slipped one hand from a breast and wrapped it around Amber's waist. This prompted a few short coos and giggles from the cow. Grimm pulled Amber tight against him, bringing her breast within range... and then he opened his mouth wide just long enough to suck in her nipple, too.

All three cows were moaning and jerking in time to the rhythm of his sucking. Grimm's mouth was flooding with the milk of three cows, a personal record. The first cow summoned the strength to wrap her arms around Amber and her other friend, pulling them tight against her. She locked lips with the second cow. Grimm could hear the cows moaning into each other's mouths, could see the occasional flicker of a tongue sliding between their lips. His cock stiffened, and grew even harder when the first cow pulled her lips from the second and planted them on Amber.

Grimm continued to suck, alternating his focus between the immediate curvature of the cows' bosoms to the welcome sight of them tonguing each other.

"My turn," said a voice from behind the wall of flesh. Two big hands clapped onto the middle cow's shoulders and gently pulled her backward, wrenching her nipples from Grimm's mouth. Her milk squirted across his face. Once it had dripped down out of his vision, Grimm could see that Sweet Pea was the one who'd moved her.

Sweet Pea repeated the process with the other two, gently separating them from Grimm and sending them on their way. Each cow let out a variation on "awww" as they moved away from the bull.

The other cows watched on eagerly as Sweet Pea reached out and gripped Grimm's shoulders. She forced him to his knees, an easy task given his debilitating arousal. He looked up at her (what little of her he could see beyond those mountainous udders) and gulped. The muscular cow grinned down at the bull as she pressed Grimm's face into her crotch. Grimm immediately went to work, lapping at Sweet Pea's sex. Sweet Pea let out a soft shudder as Grimm dragged his tongue along her folds, lingering at her clit and slathering it with his saliva.

He could feel Sweet Pea's body jerk in response to his oral ministrations. He'd be grinning too if he could. It was rare that he orally pleasured a woman without her returning the favor -- not that he was opposed to it, but cows were a horny bunch. There was something liberating about only being able to pleasure Sweet Pea without her having to do the same to him. He lapped and sucked and teased her sex, trying to drive her wild with pleasure.

It seemed to be working. Sweet Pea was practically face-fucking him now, using her hands -- now firmly gripping his hair -- to bash his face into her crotch as he serviced her. A series of sharp, breathy moans escaped the big cow.

Grimm felt his face go slick with Sweet Pea's cum. At the same time she let out a sharp gasp and released him, sending him tumbling into the milk. He looked up at the cow, who was wearing a wicked grin on her face.

"Not bad," she purred, descending into the milk. Sweet Pea sat cross-legged, leaning back on outstretched arms.

Grimm sat up. He was now totally covered in milk. As he wiped it from his eyes, he saw that the other cows were now advancing on him.

They weren't really coming at him one-on-one to have their way with him, like they did at Camp Buttercup before the orgy. It was more like they were giving everyone an opportunity to have fun, but weren't going to sit idly by in the meantime. Two cows quickly moved to Grimm's sides. One planted her head on his shoulder and hugged him, caressing his torso with her left hand and massaging his neck with her right. The other cow did virtually the same thing. Grimm's body slackened at their touch -- it was nice to not be manhandled.

Tats moved behind Grimm and pulled him against her. She was propping him up while the others explored his body. He looked up at Tats, who promptly planted a smooch on his forehead. When Grimm looked back down, he saw a familiar face in the milk.

Buttercup. She was on all fours, staring up at him and grinning. Like before, her glorious ass rose from the milk, jiggling with her every move. "Hi!" she exclaimed, before wrapping her lips around his aching dick and sucking.

Grimm let out a loud, involuntary moan, making the cows laugh. "B-Buttercup," he grunted, "I can't c-cum..."

She popped his cock from her mouth. "I know," she moaned, nuzzling his member with her forehead and cheek. Then she took him in her mouth again. Grimm's fists clenched, his toes curled, in response to Buttercup's affections.

It was torture. Sheer, unadulterated torture. Every millisecond of intense pleasure was coupled with the horrifying reminder that he could not cum. It was like trying to deflate a balloon by blowing air into it.

Lennox suddenly sidled up next to Buttercup, also on all fours. "Come on, B," she said, nuzzling her friend. "Don't be cruel."

Buttercup let Grimm's member fall from her mouth. She looked at Lennox and both of them giggled. Then Lennox leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Grimm's shaft, sucking him off. The two buddies took turns sucking his cock. They were making a game of it, it seemed -- Lennox and Buttercup playfully bumped each other with their butts, poked and spanked each other... they occasionally reached down and pulled on each other's nipples, causing them to moan into Grimm's crotch. They kept sucking all the while, giggling and laughing into him, being as casual as possible.

When Grimm threw his head back in ecstasy (and agony), he saw Tats looking down at him. She giggled and brought one hand up to his chin. Tats leaned forward and planted her lips on his, her tongue quickly darting inside. Grimm moaned into Tats's mouth, prompting her to moan back. The kiss lasted for what seemed like hours. Then Tats released him. She kept him locked in place with her hand, however.

Meanwhile, Lennox was happily sucking on Grimm's cock, taking his entire length in her mouth. She bucked in time to her own rhythm, making her tits splash against the pool. Buttercup had decided not to compete with her friend anymore, and was instead dipped low, raising her ass high in the air. She took Grimm's balls into her mouth and sucked on them, using one hand to play with his sensitive orbs.

Grimm was, of course, still looking up at Tats. She moved back a little, giving herself enough space to heft one breast up to his face. He didn't need any prompting: he took Tats's teat in his mouth and gave it a good, long suck. The cow let out a soft moan as Grimm serviced her with his tongue. He explored every inch of her nipple and areola, covering them in licks and kisses. He couldn't reach up and grab Tats's breast, so he used his face to mash against it, encouraging the milk to flow. And flow it did, rushing down his throat and spilling out onto his chin.

Tats pulled her nipple from Grimm's mouth, but kept it aloft. With a grin, she licked her lips as she brought her udder up to them. She maintained eye contact with Grimm as she jammed her own nipple into her mouth and sucked, only breaking it when her eyes practically rolled back with pleasure. Tats deliberately let her milk spill out onto her cheeks and chin, as if bragging about how much she produced. Her mouth formed a tight seal, and when she abruptly released her breast she kept her mouth tightly closed. She let her breast fall, shifting her focus back to Grimm. She leaned forward to kiss him again, and when her lips met his she let all of the milk she'd taken in spill into his mouth. This was new.

Tats released Grimm, letting his face fall forward. Lennox and Buttercup were still going down on him... but not for long. Tulip, the mohawk-wearing guard, and Daisy were striding toward him, all wearing silly grins. Lennox looked up, saw they were approaching, and rolled off to the side. Buttercup, on the other hand, was still eagerly going to town on Grimm's balls.

"Hey, Buttercup," Tulip said. No response. "B." With a sigh, Tulip gave Buttercup's rump a pat, eliciting a happy moan. But Buttercup didn't move. Tulip looked at the other cows, grinned, and brought her hand down hard onto Buttercup's ass. Buttercup yelped and looked up, releasing Grimm's aching balls from her mouth.

"Oh!" she said, giggling. "Why didn't you say anything?" The mohawk-wearing guard laughed and reached down, scooping Buttercup into her arms. Buttercup playfully kicked, ass jiggling wildly, as the guard carried her over her shoulder. The guard gave her a series of spanks, then tossed her into the pool, where she landed with a big splash.

Tulip looked at her cohorts and laughed. "Daisy, you've fucked this guy, right?"

Daisy blushed. "Y-yeah," she said, rocking on her heels. "A f-few t-times."

"He any good?"

Daisy's cheeks went a deep shade of red. "Yeah..."

Tulip looked down at Grimm, licking her lips seductively. "He's definitely packing, that's for sure." She scanned the room. "Fuck it. I say we all go for him at once."

Grimm's eyes went wide. "W-wait!" But that was all he could get out: the last thing he saw before he blacked out was a rampaging horde of cows, all of them eager to hop on his dick.