My Brown Hucow

By Morgan Synatra

Caucasian Jimmy meets shy, young African-American Luulu at a river beach, and becomes instantly enamored of her. She keeps thwarting his cautious advances however, causing him to frequent the river more than he normally would, seeking an opportunity to break through her protective shell. When he finally overcomes her reticence, he is plunged into her world- a poor, bigoted, sick mother, and an abusive, vengeful ex-boyfriend. Overcoming all obstacles, they fall in love, and she eventually submits to him, fully and perfectly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morgan Synatra
• Release date: Dec 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215622377

Morgan Synatra

Morgan Synatra writes erotic short stories in the genres of dystopian sci fi, Master/slave, hucow (human cow), and sissy transformation. These stories are intended for adults over the age of 18. Morgan also loves a steamy erotic romance story with powerful, handsome heroes, evil barons, and women who like their men hard and deep. You can contact Morgan at [e-mail] Or visit Morgan's web site at https://morgansynatra.wixsite.com/morgansynatra-com

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My Brown Hucow: Shy Young Girl to Human Cow

Chapter 1

Ipulled into the small meadow that serves as a parking lot, splashed through a muddy puddle left by the rain that had fallen the previous night, and pulled up under the shade of an old oak tree. Several other cars were already parked. Grabbing a beach chair and my cooler out of the trunk, I slipped the backpack onto my shoulders and walked down the path through the trees to the river. My favorite spot was open- a small grassy area under a maple tree by the bank of the river. Several families were setting up their blankets, with children running along the sandy banks and splashing in the water.

The air was already humid, the day becoming hot. I set the cooler down on the ground, opened up the beach chair, pulled a towel out of my backpack, and laid it over the back of the chair. I settled in, opened a bottle of water, and watched the lazy swirls of water in the swimming hole. A rope, tied to an overhanging limb, hung above the water, swaying gently in the breeze.

I come here often to relax and write. I find the spot comforting, and it allows my mind to freely wander. As thoughts pass through, I snatch them from my mind and type them into my tablet. I am working on the next great American novel, or so I delude myself.

A girl emerged from the trail. She was tall and thin, with dark brown skin and long, wavy black hair that rested gently on her shoulders. She was wearing jean shorts and a red t-shirt with the logo of Heinz ketchup on it. She walked towards the swimming hole, looking around for a place to sit. She caught my eye briefly, then looked away and went to a sunny spot near the bank. She opened her backpack, took out a beach towel, and spread it on the ground, then sat, her arms wrapped around her knees, looking around. She was beautiful and I had trouble tearing my eyes from her, but, not wanting to look like a conspicuous old pervert, went back to my tablet.

I had trouble concentrating, glancing from my peripheral vision to see what she was doing. She looked over at me again. Luckily, I was looking down. She held her gaze for a few moments, then looked away again. As she looked away, I glanced back at her lithe form, those long, thin, dark legs protruding from her shorts. She got up and walked to the edge of the river and dipped her toe into the water. Squatting down, she scooped some water into her hands and made her arms wet, then returned to her towel. The sun glistened off her dark skin as droplets fell from her hands onto the ground. She caught me looking, so I quickly turned my head away.

Fuck, busted. Be more careful you old pervert.

She grabbed the bottom hem of her t-shirt with her hands and lifted it up over her head and off her body.

Jesus God in heaven.

She had on a yellow bikini top. The edge of the t-shirt caught on her breasts as she lifted it, then, once freed, they bounced back down onto her chest, settling heavily. Her breasts were so large they hung halfway down her torso, pendulous and full. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, her face lifted up to the sunlight.

She dropped the t-shirt and began unbuttoning her