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

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

... mom?” I snarled.

“No sir,” she said, tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Do you have a problem with me being your bull?” I asked.

“No sir,” she replied meekly.

“You understood what it meant to be a milk maid, and you understood that you were subservient to the bull.”

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. This is all new. It won’t happen again,” she sniffled.

“Do you want to be a milk maid at my farm or do you want to go somewhere else?”

“I...I...I want to stay,”

“You are a milk maid. You are there to fill the cows when I am not around. That does not make you an alpha or a beta. You are still just a cow. Never again challenge my authority or the authority of my alphas. I understand this is all new, so I will let it go this time, but next time you disobey there will be repercussions, understood?”

“Yes sir. Thank you. You...you wouldn’t send me to the cow pound would you?” she asked.

The mention of the cow pound touched my heart. “No cow, no matter how badly she misbehaves, will ever go to the cow pound from this farm. Never ever,” I said. “You may be banished, or turned into a lone wolf, or otherwise punished. Things may get unpleasant. But nothing you do will get you sent to the cow pound on my watch.”

“Thank you,” Myrtle said. “I’m so sorry.”

I helped her to her feet and gave her a hug, and my mother and wife gave her hugs as well.

Helga wrapped up the cam session, and we all trooped down to the cow showers to clean up.

At that point, we ...

... were all pretty tired and looking forward to a day or so of quiet before the big ceremony to induct Helga into the pack and cement the relationship between the pack and the farm.

Unfortunately, things didn’t quite go as planned.

Myrtle and I were the last of the crew to shower after the her conversion and we were stepping out of the cow showers when Jenna and Olivia came galloping up to us. The pig girls were having their day at the farm (they were still living in the hotel) and had been wallowing in the temporary mud bath we had set up for them. They were covered head-to-toe in mud, their big milk-filled udders and fat, pregnant-looking tummy all smeared and caked with the stuff. Trickles of milk from their udders, cunt, and asshole ran through the mud on their tits, stomach, and thighs. I definitely could understand why they were called pig girls.

As they approached, I realized something was off about the twins. In an almost zombie-like monotone, both the pig girls murmured “Cock! Coooooooooooock!”

Before I could say anything, they both were on their knees, one in front of me, one in front of our newly-minted milk maid, Myrtle. Jenna latched her lips on my cock without asking permission and started sucking. Olivia did the same to Myrtle.

I seized Jenna’s tusks and tried to pull her off my meat, but she was vacuum-locked on my cock, sucking my cock into her throat, pulling it all the way down, and getting me hard without my permission.

Poor Myrtle next to me, ...