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

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

... They were big, fat, veiny, and hung down nearly to her waist, while sticking out a couple off feet in front of her. The big wide aureoles were dark and pebbled, and the nipples were long with droplets of milk emerging from the tip. I gestured for Alina to kneel, picked one of her tits up, and held it in front of Lucy.

Lucy didn’t move. I had a moment of panic. What if she didn’t comply? What if all my bravado ended up washing away like spilled milk? Yeah, I had put up a good act, but was it really good enough to force my cows to comply or was I about to become the first milquetoast bull in hucow history?

Lucy still didn’t move. Fuck her. I slapped her across the face again. Then I straddled her, took her head in my hands and forced her lips to Alina’s bountiful, milky, cow girl mountains, pushing her face into the soft, saffron-scented flesh.

When Lucy still didn’t comply, I jammed my knee into the small of her back hard enough to make her cry out. Finally, she opened her lips and sucked her daughter’s nipple into her mouth.

Alina moaned as her mom drank down her saffron-tinged mammary juice, and her moan was followed a moment later by one from Lucy. Her resistance started to melt away.

“Jesus Christ, this is incredible,” Lucy murmured around Alina’s tit. She had stopped fighting and now had both hands squeezing her daughter’s mammary as she took mouthful after mouthful from Alina’s gland. I let go of her and bent down to my wife’s other breast, latching onto ...

... her other nipple and sucking down her saffron milk in thick draughts. I felt the surge of slight intoxication rocket through me. Any self-doubt I had was swept away. I was the bull. I was going to bring my cows to heel.

“That’s enough,” I said, pulling Lucy back from Alina’s tit by her hair. “It’s time for you to get your cow on. Get undressed.” Lucy paused, resisting again. I was sick of her shit. I grabbed the front of her tank and jerked it down hard. The spaghetti straps broke and the fabric scraped across her flesh, leaving the skin of her big mom-tits scratched and red. I squeezed her tits hard and stretched out the nipple, digging my fingernails into the aureoles. She jerked back and looked up at me, a slightly wounded look on her face, her tits scraped, scratched and red. One of the scratches was deep enough that a little blood was pooling in the scrape.

Lucy stared at me, a moment of defiance flashing across her face again. I lifted my hand to administer a fresh bitch slap, but she cowered.

“I’ll comply,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

She pushed her top the rest of the way down, and slid out of her jeans to reveal her toned body. She pointed her tits at me like she thought I should be impressed. I ignored it. I gently nudged Alina back onto the couch and pulled her legs apart, roughly shoving Lucy’s face down into Alina’s meaty cow cunt. My wife’s cunt lips were wet and pussy juice ran down across her thick, puckered asshole that was gushing out cunt juice on its ...