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

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

... cunt. I seized her hair and pulled her back.

“You seem like you’re in a pretty big hurry to get between my wife’s legs. Do I need to explain to you again about satisfying a woman?”

“I…” Prudence started, but I would have none of it. I forced her head all the way down to the thigh-high boots my wife wore.

“You need to spend a few minutes cleaning her boots with your tongue and reflecting about what you really need to do to keep my herd happy.”

Alina and I shared a look and Alina just shrugged.

“Slow learner,” my wife murmured.

I turned my attention back to Amelia and my mother. They were still in a lip lock, their bodies pressing together, and their hands roaming everywhere. My cock rocketed to full attention. I knew right then that Amelia would make a great milk maid. My meat was ready to fill all her holes right then, but my eyes just couldn’t get enough of the hot kissing and fondling going on between her and my mom. Milk gushed from their udders, and grool poured from their pussies and asses. Amelia was bent over kissing my mom, her red hair falling across my mother’s shoulders. I could see Amelia’s meaty sphincter and cunt gaping, revealing the pink flesh inside. I stroked my cock. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off before I started penetrating Amelia’s open, begging holes, but I didn’t want to interrupt them. They were locked in their own little perfect world and it seemed like a crime to spoil it.

So I turned to the other candidate. ...

... Prudence was still licking Alina’s boots. I snagged her dark hair and pulled her back, slapping her across the face just hard enough to make her cheek pink but not enough to hurt her.

“Learned your lesson, bitch?” I asked.

Prudence nodded.

I glanced back at Amelia and my mom who were fingering each other frantically, staring deep into each other’s eyes. I decided to let sleeping dogs lies – or let fucking cows fuck. So I gave my cock a couple of hard strokes, bringing out a thick tendril of bull semen, and hovered my cock in front of Prudence’s face.

“You’ve already disappointed me,” I said, looking down at her. “But we are in a bit of a time crunch so we need to make due with what we got, even dumb whores like you.” I sighed, gave my cock a couple more strokes, then drove it roughly down Prudence’s throat.

I took at least a little satisfaction in the fact that Prudence barely even coughed, taking all 25 inches down her gullet. When my balls hit her chin, she just smiled around my gargantuan meat. I grabbed her cow horns for leverage and shook my cock around in her mouth, then began driving it in and out of her throat. But not even a hard face fuck managed to elicit a gag or a retch. However disappointing she had been in satisfying my wife, her ability to take a cock down her throat was admirable. After three or four dozen strokes into her gullet, I gave up trying to make her retch and shot three loads of bull semen into her, then jerked my horse-like bull cock out ...