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

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

... it’s my fault for not saying you should also use your brain, too. Christ, you two are dumb. Okay, let me ask a question. What is the first thing you need to do before you try to satisfy a cow girl – or any woman for that matter? Any ideas?”

“Dinner and a movie?” Amelia said, and both the milk maids giggled.

I slapped one of Amelia’s udders hard enough to make her squeal.

“Any other bright ideas, bitch?”

Amelia stared at the floor, and Prudence just shook her head.

“Maybe you should use that mouth of yours to find out what the girl likes? Did that ever come to mind?”

“Oh…” Prudence said. She turned to Alina. “Do you prefer oral, anal, or in your pussy?”

“Vaginal,” my wife said.

“And you?” Amelia asked my mother.

“Ass all the way,” Shawna replied.

“Is that better?” Prudence asked.

“It’s a start,” I replied, then made a rolling gesture with my hand for them to proceed, but as soon as Amelia’s tongue touched my mother’s asshole, I hollered again.

“Wait, hold up! Seriously? You two really are unbelievable…” I shouted.

“What now?” Prudence said. “I thought you said…”

I interrupted. “And I thought I was dealing with girls of at least average intelligence. You two are short bus material. Do you really start in immediately on a cow girl’s cunt or asshole? Seriously? What is the most sensitive, sensual, erotic part of a cow girl’s body? The part that really gets them going? The part that sets them apart from other humans and other alternative ...

... humans? Any guesses? Either of you?”

Amelia held up her big milky tits. “The cow girl’s udders.”

“Right!” I said, slapping my forehead. “Jesus Christ. I was starting to get hard when I came in here but dealing with you two has destroyed the mood. If I need to interrupt either of you again, my cock is going to shrivel up and die.”

I slapped both of their asses and sat back. I figured I had humiliated enough for the moment, so I let things play out. Prudence immediately began sucking at my wife’s big milky udders, her mouth overflowing with delicious saffron milk, running down her chin and across both their tits. But Amelia, to her credit, leaned over and kissed my mother. The two shared a deep soul kiss, with Amelia’s pair of big cow tits rubbing up against my mother’s three pairs of big cow tits. Thick streamers of milk cascaded from their udders as they pressed together. But the kiss my mother and Amelia shared was far hotter than watching their tits gush. The both moaned, and their tongues slipped into each others mouths. When Amelia finally pulled back, you could see that both she and my mother were crazy turned on. An image flashed through my mind of Amelia with a two-foot horse cock bending my mother over and penetrating her asshole, udders quaking with her strokes. My cock, which had lost some of its timbre, started to rise. After a moment’s breather, they went back to their kissing.

Meanwhile Prudence had already made her way down past my wife’s tits to her ...