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

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

... udders, squeezing out more milk. Lucy looked up at me with big, sad, brown eyes.

“I really was a very bad cow, wasn’t I?” she said. This time there was no sense of playfulness in her voice. She honestly sounded remorseful. I grabbed her horns and pressed her face hard against the pillar where she was tied. The rough wood scraped against her skin.

“Yes, you were,” I said and slid the head of my cock into her asshole – but only the head. I allowed her two pulses of bull juice before pulling out and leaving her looking sad as lots of milk was roughly squeezed from her tits.

I turned to Helga.

“You weren’t a bad girl at all, were you?”

She shook her head.

“How do you want your juice?” I asked her. She backed up against a column and stood facing me, her mountainous tits hanging down, her legs slightly apart, her patch of cow fur above her big lobes. She used her fingers to part her cunt lips.

I put my hands on her ass cheeks, lifted her up, and slid her pussy down my bull cock all the way do the base, sending my shaft through her cervix and into the deepest recesses beyond. She moaned and leaned back against the column as I began pistoning my cock in and out of her cunt. She pressed her big chest against me, sending thick streamers of milk down my stomach, and wrapped her legs around my hips, pressing her cunt against my body and driving me as far inside as I could go. We kissed and I continued to stroke my bull meat in and out of her cow slit, the shaft ...

... ripping through her cervix, my bull balls bouncing against her asshole that was now gaping from the pressure of my cock in her cunt. Pulse after pulse of my bull seed poured deep into her bare pussy, filling her up, and running out down her legs.

I turned to the other cows as we fucked.

“See, this is what awaits good cows. Don’t you want to be good cows?”

A murmur of assent ran through the other cows as I felt Helga come for the third or fourth time.

I pulled her off my body and we kissed. Then Alina and I stood in front of Alina’s mom, glaring down at her.

“This was all your idea, you absolute bitch,” I said. I slapped her across the face again.

Lucy nodded, looking very sad with her wrists still tied to the post, ropes still around her tits, and pumps still attached. Her unsatisfied body had barely been penetrated, and she hardly had any bull juice inside of her. There on her face and chest, and I knew there were mores cuts and scrapes under the ropes. A trickle of blood ran down the outside of her left breast. I thought very seriously about leaving her tied up there all night, but even though I wasn’t a milquetoast anymore, that didn’t mean I was cruel. I had Alina undo the ropes around her tits, unhook the pumps, and untie her. When she was free, I pushed her down onto her knees in front of me, letting her stare at my huge, semen-covered bull cock that she so desired, but not letting her touch it.

“There will be no more shenanigans out of you, is that ...