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

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

... front porch of the house. The whole scene looked like something out of an Andrew Wyeth painting.

“Picturesque, but a mess,” I said, not even getting out of the car. “That house looks like its about to fall down, and the barn is already halfway there.”

“Yeah, looks like we’ll be starting from scratch here,” Lyca said. “But that’s okay. We can have these buildings cleared in two days. Within a week or two it’ll look like your farm. It’s all good. Just go easy on her. She probably would be brokenhearted if we told her we were thinking about tearing down the family farmhouse. I suspect she’s going off to live with her kids or something like that. Actually, how about if you let me do most of the talking?” Lyca added.

“Good idea,” I replied.

We got out of the car and slowly approached the lady sitting on the porch. She looked like she had to be at least 75, maybe older, and wore a plain faded, flowered dress of a rough fabric. Her long, white hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense pony tail. But while her face was withered, her crystal blue eyes peered out sharply. She stood as we approached, straight and strong, and smiled.

“You folks are from that cow farm up the road, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” Lyca said. “We’re very interested in…” she continued, but the lady cut her off.

“I’m Myrtle, this farm has been in my family for three generations. My husband is dead, my son and daughter moved to the city and I never hear from them. I’m the last of the breed. I’ll ...

... give you the property for your cow farm for just ten grand with one requirement. I’ve been reading about these cow girls you got over there, and I also figure you want to buy my farm to expand. From what I read on the internet, if you are expanding, you need some of those girls who fill in when there’s too many cows for the bull to satisfy.

“You mean a milk maid?” Lyca asked.

“Yeah, one of them. Make me one of them. As far as my farm goes, tear everything down, build it up like you did your other place. Do whatever works, just let me be a milk maid, let me have a big cock and fuck all them cow girls. Give me one of those cute little cow girl houses you got over at your place. I want it right over there with a nice view of the mountains. I been looking at those hills my entire life, and I don’t want to change now. Those are my only requirements. So, do we have a deal?”

“Um…” I said, looking at Lyca.

Lyca’s eyes got really wide for a moment, then she smiled.

“Myrtle, we can make that work for you. If that’s what you want, my wolves can draw up the paperwork and have it for you to sign, say, lunchtime tomorrow. You do understand that turning into a cow this late in life can have some unexpected...consequences.”

“You mean having six titties like that girl right there?” she pointed at my mom. “That works for me. As long as I get to be young again get one of those big bull cocks, six milky tits is fine by me.”

“And you understand a milk maid has to be subservient ...