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

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

... to her bull in all ways?”

“I know that,” Myrtle said. “I’ve been reading on the internet, I know all this stuff. I’ll do whatever I need to do to be a good little milk maid whore. Make me young again and my bull can do whatever he wants, where ever he wants, whenever he wants, in whichever hole he wants. I don’t care.”

“Plus you know we do some additional services besides just milk,” I added.

“Yep, doing the hot young camwhore thing sounds like a blast,” Myrtle shot back. “And the piercing and tattooing too.”

I think at this point my jaw was hanging open, hearing all this nasty talk out of this old, withered, sweet country gal. I was speechless, but Lyca, thankfully, was still all business. Not for the first time, I was grateful for the wolves. Not even for the first time that day.

Lyca reached into her briefcase and pulled out three bottles of pills.

“You need to take these for at least four days before we turn you into a cow in order to be primed to be a milk maid. Then the transition to cow then to milk maid can be done in one session. Myrtle, it is a pleasure doing business with you.”

“The pleasure is mine. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to be left alone to enjoy my last evening of life on this farm the way it used to be, before you make it over – and I start a brand new life.”

“Certainly,” Lyca said. We trooped back to the car without even having sat down.

Lyca shook her head when we got inside the car. “If these two milk maids ...

... we’re meeting shortly pan out, Myrtle will make three, that’s perfect,” Lyca said, laughing as Alina started the engine. “I’ve had easy business deals, but that was crazy.” She picked up her phone, called her attorneys to have them draw up the paperwork for the farm purchase, then she had a quick text conversation with someone.

“The first milk maid candidate will be at your house in 30 minutes. That should give just enough time to get home and for you three to freshen up.”

We scooted back to our farm. Shawna, Alina, and I washed off in the cow shower behind the barn, and pulled on some clean clothes, then took our seats on the front porch of the farmhouse. I had butterflies in my stomach like crazy but no idea why. Maybe it was the domination thing, or maybe it was just the idea of having milk maids with cocks hanging around my herd. Jealousy? I don’t know, but whatever it was, it felt weird.

Right on time, a Jeep came down the driveway and parked in front of the house. A cow girl in a light flowery sundress climbed out and approached us.

She had all the usual cow girl features – perfectly coiffed black hair, six inch horns sprouting from her head, bimbo-like face, long lashes, full red lips, big milky udders. I didn’t need to see her stomach to know she had a cow-like patch of fur on her abdomen.

To my surprise, she stopped at the foot of the steps leading up to the porch and looked down at the ground.

“Permission to approach?” she said.

I glanced at ...