Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI

Note: I recognize this fetish isn’t everybody’s cup of tea. But I take some significant liberties with the idea, and others may find it interesting. When I posted this originally elsewhere, a couple of the comments I got called this a bit of impressive world-building. Further on, you will meet friendly wolves, pig girls, and sheep girls, too (and maybe a few other types, if I follow through on some of my other ideas).

I hope you enjoy. So far as of this writing there are a total of eleven parts. I anticipate there being a few more parts before I exhaust all the ideas I have. When I started this series I thought I would be done in three or four parts, but here we are. :-)

I will post the rest of the completed content (parts VII - XI) in a few days.

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story

PART I

It was a beautiful day.

I sat on the porch and looked across our land, then sighed. The farm that my wife and I had bought a couple months back was still mostly gone to seed. We were in off-and-on negotiations with a local farmers cooperative to possibly run the actual farm itself, but unfortunately my wife seemed to keep dragging her feet on that aspect of things for some reason. Still, we had settled into our farmhouse and we were starting to make plans for the future, so things were looking up.

Some of our plans involved the farmhouse and barn itself. The barn was attached to the house, and the previous owners had finished the top floor of the barn into two ...

... large three-bedroom apartments with kitchens and balconies which they had rented out. We had been doing some touch-ups on the apartments and were just about to start looking for renters. An extra wing on the big old farmhouse had also been made into an apartment and we were getting ready to start sprucing that one up as well.

The lower half of the barn we had hardly touched. It was mostly just old, rusty farm equipment that we doubted whoever we hired to run the farm would want.

We had been going hard to get the rooms ready for rent and the farm functioning over the past couple of months. We hadn’t had much time to relax. We had to get ourselves financially stable before our slim margin of capital ran out. But with the two apartments ready to let, my wife, Alina, and I decided that a few days of a staycation at home and some “netflix and chill” time were in order.

My wife came out of the house and we piled into the car to run out to the store to get some munchies. The trip to the corner market took about fifteen minutes.

When we got home, there was a cow in the front yard.

“That cow is eating our lawn,” I said as we pulled into the driveway. “Why is she eating our lawn when there is an entire untouched field up behind the barn?”

The cow in our front yard stood a smidge under six feet and had long platinum blonde hair that hung halfway down her back and was perfectly coiffed. Her lips were full and red, and her lashes were long and luxurious. Her big, milky ...