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

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

... Lyca.

“Well, can she come up and join us?” Lyca asked.

“Of course, yes, come up,” I said. “Sorry, I am new at this.” I gestured towards an empty chair.

The cow girl took a seat and crossed her legs primly, keeping her eyes downcast.

“My name is Prudence,” she said. “I understand you are looking for a milk maid.”

“Yes, we are,” I said, starting to gain my confidence back a little. “A couple of them. We recently took on a bunch of new cows from an operation that wasn’t exactly working within the confines of the law. We have a couple dozen new cows, pigs, and sheep girls. I’m a pretty active bull, but that’s just too much.”

“Brendan has a horse cock,” Lyca added. “So you’ll get one too, like we talked about on the phone.”

“That sounds awesome,” Prudence said. “How big is it?”

“25 inches, and possibly still growing,” Lyca said. “Six inch diameter at the base.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she said. “That means I’ll be two feet and thick as a tree trunk. Sweet.” She paused, turning her eyes back to the ground. “Of course, that is, if the bull wants it.”

Lyca smiled. “You seem appropriately subservient.”

“I am. I’m the best little submissive milk maid whore you could imagine. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

“Why do you want to be a milk maid?” I asked.

“I’ve always fantasized about having a cock. And I’ve always been a submissive. So it all fits together.”

“Ever been with a girl?” Lyca asked.

“I had a girlfriend in college and shortly after. We ...

... were together for three years,” Prudence replied.

“Okay, so do you prefer anal, oral, or vaginal?” I inquired.

“Whatever my bull wants is fine by me. I’m just a little milk maid whore.”

Lyca and I exchanged a glance, then I shrugged.

“She seems to fit the bill,” I said, just as the sound of another car coming up the driveway reached our ears.

“Good,” Lyca said. “Prudence, you can wait in the barn. We’ll be there shortly.”

Prudence stood, then I held up my hand.

“Not so fast,” I said. “Prudence, strip.”

Prudence smiled, then peeled off her dress, letting her big milky cow girl tits swing free. She had all the standard cow girl equipment, and I had an image flash through my mind of what she would look like with a two-foot horse cock. I had to admit, it was intriguing.

The other car had come to a stop and a red-haired cow girl in a pair of tights and a spaghetti tank climbed out. She stopped and looked at the scene playing out in front of her, then turned her eyes downward like Prudence had done.

“Am I interrupting something my bull is doing?” she asked, staring at the ground.

“No, not at all,” I said. “Prudence, please come here and sit at my feet.”

Prudence did as instructed and sat primly on the porch floor, naked, next to my feet. I gestured for the ginger cowgirl to come up onto the porch. She, too, stopped at the foot of the steps and asked for permission, which I granted.

“My name is Amelia,” she said when she was seated, still staring ...