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

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

... clear?” I said. Lucy nodded, looking like a very sad cow who had learned her lesson.

“I’m very sorry,” she said. “Can I get just a little more bull juice?”

I thought about denying her, but instead I bent my wife over and pressed my bull cock into her fleshy asshole, unleashing several shots of my thick bull semen into her anus. When I pulled out I pushed her stretched ass into her mother’s face.

“You’ll only get more bull juice if you suck it from your daughter’s cow girl asshole,” I said.

There was no more hesitation. Lucy dove into Alina’s gaped sphincter and sucked out my semen. My wife came at least twice as her mother ate her ass.

PART IV

When Lucy was done sucking my bull juice out of her cow daughter’s ass, we all went back into the house. The day was getting long, so I poured everyone a glass of wine and we sat out on the back deck looking at the twilight sky.

“Tomorrow we need to figure out what we are going to wear,” Helga said. “None of the cows’ clothes fit anymore. Also, have you noticed, when we first became cows, our tits were all soft, but over the evening they firmed up? Look at our nipples, they were pointed at the floor before, now they’re level or slightly upturned and their hard as rocks even when we’re not aroused. Even more, our tits shift around with the milk inside. It’s crazy. How the fuck is anybody going to work out a bra size for us?”

“Oh, wow” I said. “That’s true. We should have thought about this before we turned ...

... everyone into a cow.”

“We did, actually” my wife said. “Cow girls have a unique blend of collagen, skeletal structure, and musculature. Their body is designed to carry these big sloshing bags of milk around without sagging. I think that’s what Helga’s seeing as we adjust to our new bodies. So bras are kind of optional. Also…” she paused and glanced at me.

“So this is where you tell me about more stuff you ‘found in the basement’?” I sneered.

“The attic, actually,” my wife said, sheepishly. “Come on, girls, let’s bring it all down.”

A few minutes later a pile of shipping boxes emblazoned with “The Cow Girl Corral” lay scattered around the living room with the cows having their own little try-on party. I watched irritatedly behind drooping eyelids. It had been a long day and I had put up with a lot of bullshit. I was exhausted.

Lucy saw me yawn and glanced at the clock.

“We should probably be going,” she said to Angela. “We have an early day tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” I said. “You live here now. The only reason you have to get home is to pack and get ready to move.”

“Exactly,” Angela said. “We’ve been downsizing for months getting ready for this day. The movers come tomorrow first thing.”

I sighed and shook my head. I’d had enough secrets for one day. I got up, waved goodnight to everyone, and left my wife to see the other cows out and to help Helga get the fold-out couch set up.

I took a shower and was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling of the ...