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

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

... wandering down to the pig girls’ milky tits and their fat, milky tummies.

I hadn’t had much of an erotic vibe from Jenna or Olivia up until that very moment, when suddenly I realized I wanted to feel those full bellies of theirs. And, if I was honest, what I really wanted was to feel that bubble of milk pressed against my cock as I slipped it into whatever holes they preferred.

Olivia caught me checking out her pregnant-looking stomach for the third time.

“Have you ever felt a pig girl’s stomach?” she asked, smiling.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know pig girls existed until recently,” I said. “So no.”

“Let’s fix that now,” Jenna said and started to peel off her top, but Lyca put a hand on her arm and interrupted.

“Not so fast,” she said. “We need to go over a few details first.”

Jenna pouted for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, you seem like really nice people. If you’ll take me in and give me a nice farm to live at, I want to be a good little piglet whore for you.” Olivia nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Lyca said. “The farm where you will be going to does more than produce milk. It also has a cow bar, does live streams, has live milking, and other adult services. You will participate in these sorts of activities. We also require our girls to get the farm logo tattooed on their ass, sort of like a brand, and they also get certain standard piercings. Does that sound okay to you.”

“That sounds hot. I’m in,” Jenna said.

“Me too,” Olivia echoed. “But why ...

... isn’t she pierced?” She pointed at my mom, Shawna.

“She was just brought into the herd last night,” I replied. “Haven’t had a chance.”

“Oh, okay,” Olivia said, nodding. “By the way, how big is...you know…” she gestured at my shorts.

“Brendan is immense,” Lyca replied. “25 plus inches long, six inches diameter at the base. He has a horse cock, so you know he’s huge. And he may still be growing, we aren’t sure.”

“Oh...fuck...yeah,” Olivia squealed. Jenna hugged her.

Lyca brought the conversation back around to business.

“You will be located at a secondary site very near the main farm, we’re still working that out. You will have your own small cow house. You can have a car or anything you like, we have a very generous financial arrangement. You can take vacations, have your family come visit, whatever you want. We are a very open, family-friendly operation. You will be expected to provide full complements of milk, and to perform for our adult services. We will give you creams for your skin for the time being, but when the renovations are done you will have your own mud sty. The bull will probably only fuck you directly a couple of times a week. Outside of that, you’ll mostly be serviced by a milk maid. Is that okay?”

“A milk maid?” Jenna said. “Sweet. That’s the best of both worlds. Big milky tits and…”

Lyca cut her off again. “I’m glad you’re thrilled,” she said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Wait,” I said. “What’s a milk maid? How does ...