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

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

... and Alina’s body, so there won’t be any surprises there. The only other surprise is that one of them is a little older, not as old as Bibi, but in her mid-50s. So she might end up with some extra hardware.”

“Six tits like Bibi?”

“In her fifties, more likely just four, but we’ll see, there are some overachievers out there. And some underachievers – she might just pop out with a really big pair. Also, some girls take certain herbs before they transition that increase their chances of having more udders. And finally, there is a genetic component. Having a cow girl in your family with 4 or more udders increases your odds.”

“Do they always come out in pairs? You never get a cow with three udders, or five?”

“Not that I’ve ever seen, they always show up two at a time, one on each side.”

“What about that delay that Bibi had before she became a cow? I was getting worried.”

“Totally normal. The older they get, the longer it takes for the cow cunt juice to take effect...Hey, it’s 8:10. The first candidate gets here at 9:00. You’ve got a herd to fuck and a shower to take. Get busy.”

She stroked my cock a couple of times, licked the head, then let me slip a hand down her leather pants for a quick feel before she snatched my robe and shoved me out the door to the barn naked (with a growing erection). I filled up the cows with bull cock juice while they finished milking then showered in the open air cow shower behind the barn. Alina followed and by 8:55 we were both ...

... sitting on the porch awaiting the arrival of the first candidate. I had pulled on a pair of shorts (at Lyca’s insistence) and Alina had on a T-shirt designed for cows along with a pair of tights.

The first candidate arrived right on time, her dusty pickup pulled up in front of the farmhouse at exactly 8:59. She climbed out of her car wearing a pair of denim cutoffs cut high enough to show half of her ass cheeks, along with a red checkered shirt that had the sleeves cut off and the front tied under her substantial bust. It was otherwise unbuttoned, so she essentially was wearing it more as a bikini than a shirt. She also had on a pair of dusty leather cowboy boots and a cowboy hat over auburn curls. Alina and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.

Her name was Mallory and it turns out she had grown up on a farm wrangling cow girls, so her outfit was actually on point. She was really down-to-earth, 25 years old, and said she was ready to move beyond farming cows and to actually become one. When I asked why she didn’t just join the herd at her family’s farm, she said she wanted to go to a farm that worked the whole cow girl voyeur angle, she figured there was more money in that. I asked what her family thought of that, and she said they were cool with it – just because that wasn’t their path they still supported her decision.

Overall, Mallory seemed like a solid candidate – especially considering her experience at cow farms. We asked her if she was good with getting ...