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

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

... and cow girls have amazing biology. I’m never wearing a bra ever again and I’m only wearing clothes if I have to.”

I smiled. “With our herd, you have all the freedom you want. We are even happy letting our cows take vacations so they can have some time away from the herd. I do have to ask, though - are you aware of the risks of being a slightly older woman and becoming a cow? And are you okay with the adult components of our farm?”

“Yes and yes. Having additional breasts sounds interesting, and being a milky camgirl after a life of stuffy offices sounds freeing and exciting.”

Essie seemed like a really good candidate. When I asked if she was down with turning into a cow right away before our inspection that afternoon, she said she had hoped I would say something like that. She had been celibate since the divorce and was getting sick of it. And when I asked about our piercing and tattooed “branding” she was good. So Alina moved to the final question before I could.

“What’s your preference: vaginal, oral, or anal?” she asked.

“I really don’t care,” Essie said. “I know that sounds strange, most cows have a preference. But my husband was so vanilla – pretty much just missionary or – when he was feeling crazy – he’d let me climb on top. But that’s it. Wouldn’t even go for a blow job or eating me out. I need to try everything out before I choose a favorite – if I even choose.”

“If you develop a preference, let us know, if not, no stress. We just want happy, milky ...

... cows.”

Alina and I walked Essie back into the barn where Mallory was hanging out chatting with some of the cows. I was glad we got there when we did because I got the feeling that she would have soon been between either Lucy’s or Bibi’s thighs if we hadn’t arrived. As it was, she was already attached to my grandmother’s six tits and had her saffron cow milk buzz on. She looked up at us with a big happy smile, her chin coated with milk, and her top off. But she still had her cowboy hat on.

Helga had a camera in hand and was already filming the action as Mallory drained my grandmother’s breasts.

Lucy and Bibi gave me sheepish smiles.

“We’re just getting to know her,” my mother-in-law said, looking at the floor and scuffing it with her toe.

“Yeah,” my grandmother added. “We just wanted to chat up the new girl a little. Just being friendly.”

“That’s a little bit more than chatting,” I said to Lucy and Bibi, shaking my head.

Despite the silliness, Mallory and Essie transitioned smoothly. Mallory was boundless energy but little experience, Essie was slower, calmer, and more experienced. Essie didn’t take as long as my grandmother, but there was definitely a delay in her popping into cow mode. And as predicted by Lyca, she ended up with four udders instead of the six that Bibi grew. Still, the four she had were big and milky and she produced five gallons before I fucked her cunt doggy-style to welcome her to the herd.

We took a pause for some lunch before we ...