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

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

... the apartment in the wing of the farmhouse. This makes for a combined total of eight bedrooms for cows – six in the barn and two in the house. Since Alina and I sleep together, the three of you – Lucy, Helga, Angela – can live in one of the apartments above the barn. That leaves us room for five more cows until we build more housing. Is everyone onboard with living on the farm?”

Cow heads, with their big brown eyes, their full red lips, their perfectly sculpted noses, nodded all around the room, their big milky tits shaking when they did so.

“Good. Second point, all cows are expected to produce a minimum of two gallons of milk a day. From what I have seen, that shouldn’t be an issue. And if you can produce more, great, more milk means more money. Any concerns about that?”

All four cows batted their long lashes and shook their cute little horned heads, all eight glands jiggled.

“Great. Third point. After all expenses are paid, Alina and I get 40% of the profit, 40% is split among the rest of the cows, and 20% is invested. The proceeds from the investments are split just like the rest of the profits – 40/40/20. Hopefully the investments will build rapidly and the whole cycle will become self-sustaining within a couple of years. Any concerns about that?”

More shaking of the flawless hair on flawless cow heads. More milky mammaries quivered. Some trickled out dribbles of saffron-tinged milk.

“Fabulous,” I continued. “Point number four, we need a good investment ...

... manager to manage that 20%. Any suggestions?”

Lucy spoke up. “I’ve had a good money manager for the last ten years or so. He used to be my husband’s investment counselor back when he was around. If anyone can get us a good rate of return, he can. I can get in touch with him tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” I said. “Any objections?” I asked the cows.

More cow head shakes and jiggling udders.

“Superb. Fifth point. We need to market our milk. Any ideas?”

“We need a brand,” my wife said. “Something that sounds nice, farm-like, happy, and milky.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Any ideas.”

There was a long silence around the table as we chewed our salads quietly.

“Hey,” Angela, my sister-in-law finally said, breaking the silence. “There’s a big pasture up behind the barn. It’s full of clover and daisies. So how about Daisies and Clover Cow Farm?”

“Ooh, I like that,” said Helga. The other cows nodded their assent.

“We should get tattoos!” interjected Angela. “Everyone in the herd should have the same tattoo!”

“Yeah,” Alina said. “And we can get rings, too.”

“Rings, like wedding rings?” I asked.

“No, like maybe nose rings or nipple rings or some other kind of ring.”

“Not sure about nipple piercings if we’re gonna pump,” Helga said.

“I’ve heard cow girls are okay with nipple piercings,” my wife said. “But, I agree we need more research before we go down that alley.”

“What do you call the rings that are on the side of your nose?” Lucy asked. “Not the septum, ...