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

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

... conversion - was so thick you could cut it with a knife. We were all itching for the evening’s festivities and the clock on the wall seemed to be crawling. My attempt at a nap was unsuccessful and I went for a walk around the property instead, then got in the car and just went for a random drive. When I got home, I noticed that even the other cows were sensing the nervous energy.

Opening was scheduled for 8:00, and since the wolves were doing the management, the bulls and the cows didn’t have to show up to the bar until 7:45. 4:00 came and went, then 4:30, then 4:45, then 5:00, then 5:05...5:08...5:10...we were all driving ourselves crazy. Ykaterina came up with the idea to play a game and somehow we got into a goofy game of charades (what the hell, charades?) to kill time.

Finally (thank God!) it got to be time to shower and get ready, and at 7:45 the cows, my mom, and I showed up, all clean, horny, and ready to rock and roll. Helga wasn’t part of the troop, she was running the main camera for the livestream so was already at the cow bar.

The cow bar was packed. Beer was flowing, drink specials were cranking, and special cow-girl-milk drinks were rolling down the bar as fast as the she-wolf bartenders could keep up. The hottest drink of the night was the cowslide – a mudslide made with cow girl milk.

We started the evening by me (in just a pair of shorts) leading the cows – who wore cow pattern tights but no tops and were chained together – on stage and ...

... introducing each one. I also noted (where appropriate) their relationship to me. That took about ten minutes.

Then we went backstage and each cow went on stage for a two-song routine of their own creation. The cows went all in and took some monster toys on stage with them, showing off what they could do. They squirted milk into the audience, stretched themselves open, and did over top crazy things that made the audience go wild. Paper money rained onto the stage. Between their two songs, all the cows had two minutes to address the audience about themselves, their preferences, and their social media info (including camming info). To get through all eight cows took almost 90 minutes.

After that, Bibi and Essie came on stage and did a milking demo, draining a total of 11 gallons between them. While they milked, I came out and showed my horse-like bull cock, giving a couple squirts of bull juice into the audience.

After that, the she-wolves Lyca, Tori, and Xana did a three-way mother-daughters thing on stage that was smoking hot.

So now the night was wearing on and the crowd was totally stoked. I knew it was time for the main event.

Since she wasn’t a cow yet, my mom had been watching this all go by from backstage, pacing nervously. She wore just a semi-tranparent cow-patterned thong bikini, and the thong was soaked. After my turn on stage and the milking demo, I went backstage and checked the stats on the livestream. We had almost 500 viewers, and there had to be almost ...