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

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

... join my herd with an attitude like that, you got another think coming. Get out of my house.”

“Brendan!” my wife said. “You can’t mean that.”

“The fuck I can’t, and that applies to all of you. And if you don’t comply, you’ll be the ones heading to the cow pound, not me. So you did this and considered my expendable if it didn’t?”

My wife spoke up. “You were not expendable! Nobody ever said anything about the cow pound!”

“That’s not what I heard just a second ago.” I snapped Lucy’s head back by her hair. “You fucking bitch. I bet this was your idea, wasn’t it, cunt?”

“Well...I…”

“I fucking knew it,” I said, slapping her across the face hard enough to leave a red mark and knocking her onto all fours. “So do you want to be part of the herd..of MY herd...or not? Let’s cut to the chase.”

Lucy looked up at me, then to her daughters, then back at me, her cheek bright red, a single tear trickling down. She seemed unsure what to do about this new version of her son-in-law she had never seen before. Finally she spoke, still with a defiant tone in her voice.

“Yes Brendan, I do. So let me get between Helga’s hips and we’ll get this thing over with.”

I held up my hand. “Not so fast, bitch. In my herd, if you want to join you have to eat out my wife’s cunt, not Helga’s.”

“What? She’s my daughter!”

“A little mother-daughter action. Sounds hot.”

“I...um...shit, Brendan, this is not how we planned this going down. What the hell has gotten into you? You’ve ...

... actually grown a pair.”

I considered giving her another slap for that remark, but stayed my hand. Despite needing to lay down the law, I didn’t want to go overboard. Instead I grabbed her hair and forced her face down onto the floor. I set my foot on the top of her head and pulled her hands behind her back, pressing a knee into the small of her back.

“Watch what you say, cunt,” I sneered. “I’m the bull, I’m your bull, so you will do what I say or you will be the one going to the cow pound. I want my cows to be happy, I want my cows to be full of milk and my bull seed. But any cow of mine needs to stay in line, because I can’t run a farm without cooperation. So if you want to be part of my herd, you’ll undress and get between your daughter’s thighs. If you’re uncomfortable with that idea, I suggest you start by sucking on her tits for a few. That cow juice will knock down most of your inhibitions pretty quick. And if that’s still not enough for you, then don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out. Got it?”

As I spoke, my cock was surging, pressing against the front of my shorts. If my mother-in-law wanted some anal, I was ready to supply it, but first she needed to get her cow on. I let go of her prone form and moved back. She knelt there, looking back and forth between me and Alina, almost seeming in shock. I slipped my wife’s top off, completely exposing her big, milky tits. I could see that they had already begun refilling after having been pumped earlier. ...