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

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

... regulations, we have bent the protocols a smidge. Let’s not bite off more than we can chew. I want to get our milk maids lined up, then we can talk about getting you guys extra udders after the ceremonies this weekend.”

There were looks of disappointment from the cows, but I nodded to Lyca.

“That makes sense,” I said. “Sorry to disappoint the cows, but I trust your judgment. We can do the extra udders when you tell us we’re ready.”

The rest of Tuesday and Wednesday continued apace with the interviews, and with the work on Myrtle’s farm. Plumbing and electrical were laid down, and work on building a path between the two farm sites raced ahead. We even decided to put in a huge pool and sauna for the girls roughly in the middle between the two locations, reachable by our little asphalt path. The mud area for the pigs was nearby as well. And the wolves’ den was behind it in the woods. It was all cute as hell on the plans and we couldn’t wait for it to be finished. The two farms would essentially be one facility connected by a short private road.

Of course, the money continued to roll in from the milk sales. And thankfully it appears law enforcement had located all of the rogue farms, so no more new cows were added to our queue. By the end of the day Wednesday we only had a handful more to interview and indoctrinate.

Thursday morning we were excited for the plans that afternoon to turn Myrtle into a milk maid. We were running cows down to the tattoo/piercing place ...

... every morning, so Alina and Lucy took care of that duty, but by 1:00 in the afternoon we were all sauntering towards the barn.

I had made a surprise guest appearance at a camshow to humiliate Prudence and keep her humble about her new equipment, so by the time I showered and made it to the barn all the key players were there – my alpha cow wife (Alina), my mother-in-law (Lucy), my sister-in-law (Angela), and our milk-maid-in-waiting (Myrtle). Helga was manning the cams, as usual, and Lyca was there with the blood potion. Also in attendance were my alpha cow mom (Shawna) and my omega cow grandmother (Bibi). Everyone was nude except for Helga in her special outfit, and Myrtle in a robe. Given her age, I had granted Myrtle this one consolation with the understanding that the robe came off the moment she became a hot young cow.

I nodded to my mom and wife, deferring to whichever alpha cow wanted to do the honors. Shawna raised her hand.

My mom nodded and moved to the chair sitting in the middle of the barn. She spread her legs underneath her six big, pierced udders and slid a finger into her slit while gesturing for Myrtle to come over.

Myrtle had the look of a woman who had just gotten a new lease on life and couldn’t wait to get started. She knelt down in front of my mother. My mother leaned forward and kissed Myrtle’s forehead, then pulled the older woman’s ancient lips to one of her six big udders. Myrtle sucked out a few mouthfuls of the sweet saffron milk, but ...