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

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

... seemed to be anxious to get on with the affair, because after just a handful of swallows, she ran her tongue down my mom’s abdomen through her cow landing strip to her thick, meaty labia.

I knew from previous experience that it would take Myrtle several minutes of sucking down cow girl grool before she would transition into a cow girl herself because of her advanced age. As expected, she took forever. My mom, who was finding out that Myrtle knew her way around a woman’s anatomy, was over the moon. She was leaned back in the chair, pulling her tits up to her mouth and sucking on her own milk, and murmuring. Eventually just tossed her head back and closed her eyes, her hair cascading over the back of the chair.

“Fuck, country girl, where they hell did you learn to do that?” Shawna asked, looking down at Myrtle, who continued to plough her cunt with her tongue. Myrtle just winked. My mom moaned again and closed her eyes, reaching down and pulling Myrtle’s face even more deeply into her cow cunt.

Finally, after over ten minutes, during which I thought my mom would die of overstimulation, it happened. Though she still had the robe on, I could see that Myrtle’s hair was now long, luxurious, and blindingly white with hints of blonde. The robe had been forced open by the six huge, milky udders that now hung from her chest with their big, long, hard nipples reaching to the floor. I approached her and pulled off the robe, revealing her thick, meaty cow asshole and cunt that ...

... were gushing grool.

I grabbed her gorgeous white hair and pulled her back. As expected, she had six inch cow horns. Her face looked like she was in her late thirties or early forties, and had taken on the standard bimbo-like cow features – thick lips, long lashes, big doe eyes – though her irises retained their icy blue color. I had to admit, she was incredibly beautiful and hot. Her big, veiny udders were trickling a steady stream of milk, and a thread of grool hung off her big clit.

“Is my bull pleased?” she asked, smiling a coy smile.

“Yes,” I said. “But you need to now give us at least two gallons of milk before I fuck you and turn you into a milk maid.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. Lyca pulled her over to a milk machine and attached one milker to each of her big firm tits.

As Myrtle pumped her tits, my other alpha decided she wanted to find out what she was missing. Alina nudged Shawna from the chair in front of Myrtle and sat down. Our budding milk maid dove in.

“Oh...fuck,” my wife moaned, as Myrtle showed her the things she learned down on the farm. “Oh fuck yeah.” My wife’s tits shook and squirted milk across Myrtles beautiful white/blonde hair. Thick streamers of Alina’s cunt and ass grool ran down Myrtle’s chest and trickled off the milkers attached to her udders.

Myrtle reached two, then three, then four gallons. I could have stopped things right then, but my wife seemed to be having too much fun. So I let the milker run to six gallons before I stopped ...