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

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

... plastic or take them back to the farm for their christening.”

“So do I get to meet a sheep girl now?” I asked.

“Sheep girls are pretty much the same as regular cows except they have that super soft fur strip. So they’re no big deal. What I think we really need to talk about now are milk maids.”

PART X

“Why the sudden change in plans?” my mom, Shawna, asked.

“Because the deputy just called,” Lyca said, rubbing her forehead with her hand. “There are apparently two other rogue farms the criminals who stole your milk were running. Law enforcement folks are working on sorting out who among the cow, pig, and sheep girls wants to go to a reputable farm, and who wants to go home. But it’s a fair bet that we have at least another one to two dozen girls who will potentially be joining your farm, assuming you are still willing. So getting an additional farm location is now priority numero uno. The property we were looking at didn’t pan out, but, as it turns out, there is a large spread of an old corn and wheat farm practically next door to your farm. In fact there is a section where the two properties even abut each other – very convenient. We could put in an asphalt drive and run equipment and carts between the two properties easy-peasy. The owner is older and is looking to sell, but doesn’t want it becoming condos or something like that. So a quiet, easy sale is best for all parties. Based upon what we are hearing, the property has a lot of land and should be enough ...

... to support all of these cow girls with room to spare. I want us to go look at it right now.”

“That all sounds great,” Alina said. “And I’m pretty sure I know who you mean. We even considered making that lady an offer for her farm before we bought our place, but it was pretty run down.”

“I remember her, too,” I added. “But can the three of us get back to interviews if the wolves have the logistics under control, as they always do?” I smiled my most charming smile.

“Yes and no,” Lyca said. “We need to do some more interviews, definitely. But the immediate need isn’t for cow, pig, or sheep girl interviews. The critical need is for milk maid interviews. After we go see this other farm, we should have time to knock out a couple before it gets towards evening. Sorry, I know this is a lot to process, and it’s not how you wanted to spend your Saturday afternoon, but the calls from the deputy threw everything into chaos.”

“Now wait a sec,” I interrupted. “A little while ago you were giving me the blow off when I asked about milk maids, now they’re so critical that we need to meet with candidates ASAP. Why? And what the hell is a milk maid anyway?”

“It’s complicated,” Lyca said. “And you need to keep a very open mind.”

“Just how open?”

“For you, probably not too much more open than you already are. For some bulls, it’s a pretty big stretch.”

“You’re making me nervous,” I said.

“It’s going to be fine,” Lyca added, patting my arm. “Milk maids are just another ...