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

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

... bull cock,” Lucy piled on.

“I wasn’t bad, but can I play too?” Helga asked.

Alina looked at me sheepishly. “I guess you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I happened to find a couple whips and paddles in the attic?”

I stared at the cows, not sure what to say, then decided that if that’s what they wanted, that’s what they would get. At least most of the cows would. Lucy I had other plans for. Her behavior had been reprehensible.

I ordered Alina to get a paddle and a moment later she returned with a wooden hand paddle that looked like it could leave some nice pink asses, and some rope. I gestured for them to follow me. When Lucy reached for a top to get dressed, I shook my head. They were going to do this naked.

I walked out into the lower level of the barn. Along one side were long-empty stalls where animals once had lived, with rusty tools filling most of the slots. Along the other wall were a rusted out tractor and bailer and a few other implements. And along the center, like a lot of other barns, were some support columns.

I think certain knowledge was automatically imparted to me when I became a bull, because even though I had never tied up a human being before, in short order I had the cows tied quite handily to columns. Helga and Angela were tied to one column, and Alina and her mom were tied to another column. The cows seemed to know what to do because as soon as their wrists were bound to the iron posts, they all immediately bent over, wiggling their ...

... perfect little asses in the air and leaning far enough down that their massive tits almost dragged on the floor. Alina and her mom had leaned forward and were kissing, and Angela and Helga were headed in that direction.

My bull cock was partially erect and pulsating as I walked around to the cows, feeling each of their asses, squeezing their big milky tits, sliding three or four fingers into their cunts and assholes, eliciting moans and thick streamers of grool from their slits and meaty sphincters. Puddles of milk were forming underneath their heavy udders as they were hot and horny in anticipation of what was to come. Their holes were gaping, revealing pink ass flesh and yawning cervices that were hovering just inside their wide-open slits.

I took the paddle Alina had given me and walked over to Lucy. I ran my fingers up her fleshy labia and her long, deep asshole. She moaned and begged me to spank her.

“This whole cow farm idea was yours, wasn’t it?” I said, sliding three fingers into her soaked asshole, then four, then my entire hand.

“It was Alina’s,” she protested, pulling her perfect lips away from her daughter’s mouth. “She always wanted a cow from when she was a kid.”

I looked at my wife, who shook her head.

“Nope, I always liked cows, but I never had the idea to try to become one until mom planted that idea in my mind,” Alina replied. “This whole setup was her idea, I just went along.”

“Is this true?” I asked Lucy.

Lucy gulped, then nodded ...