Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI

... cows were looking on behind them. I have to admit, the combination of my own unsatisfied arousal and the angst of the cows was interrupting my higher brain processes. If I had been smart I would have just given my wife a good, long fuck. But like I said, I wasn’t thinking with the head atop my shoulders.

“Whatever…” I said, disregarding the warnings of getting a horse-like cock.

“Your choice. But be sure to stop if you start to have any kind of muscle soreness...”

Before Lyca could say anything more, the cows grabbed my shoulder and pulled me over to them. So it started again, except this time I got a chance to suck on some of those big, veiny, cow girl titties first. The milk was sweet, delicious, intoxicating. I took at least a mouthful from every single one of their cow tits. Then I pounded Alina’s cunt, Lucy’s incredible ass, Angela’s mouth, Violet’s ass, Mallory’s cunt, Essie’s slit, Ykaterina’s lips, and Bibi’s bottomless ass. Helga begged out, saying she was feeling funny after the inspection. When I was finished, all of the cows except Helga had their preferred holes full and overflowing. Finally I returned to Lyca, bent her over, and gave her another dozen pulses into her cunt, before I pulled out and sat down, sweat pouring down my muscled bull body.

“There,” I said. “That’s better.”

“Christ,” Lyca said, smiling, giving me a hug and stroking my still-hard cock. “You are a cock demon. That was incredible to watch.”

Honestly, I probably could have ...

... kept going but I was becoming afraid of those muscle cramps Lyca warned me about. One of the cows brought beers from the fridge and we sat around in the barn catching our breath.

Suddenly Lyca said “oh shit.”

“What?” I asked, looking around. She pointed at my cock.

“I was afraid of that,” she said.

I looked down at my meat that was still half-erect and slowly trickling a thread of bull come. But it had changed. The cock head had become strangely shaped and the base had been altered. It looked weird.

“There you go,” Lyca said. “This is what I was worried about.”

“Wow,” I murmured. “Is this permanent?”

“As long as you remain a bull, yes,” said Lyca. “But on the other hand, it is an incredible turn-on for the cow girls. When that horse cock head hits any tightened part of their orifices, like the throat or cervix, it drives them nuts. And when you pull out, the cervix grabs the flared head and tugs the flesh right out of the body. You’re going to start having your cowgirls with their kitties turning inside-out. Once they get used to it, they will love it.”

I looked down at my meat. It was weird, but not too weird. I figured if I could get used to horns and things like that, I could adjust to this freaky meat. The cows seemed fascinated by my newly re-formed cock and they gathered around, feeling it, stroking it, shoving their milky mounds into my face. I couldn’t help it, I felt myself getting hard again as I sucked on their long nipples and wide aureoles, ...