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

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

... how to make it up to me.”

I gave her a dozen more strokes – enough to bring her to another climax – then I pulled out of her asshole leaving it gaped and inflamed with her assflesh hanging out while overflowing with my bull juice.

“Tonight, we make up for the past week. All of you get your bull juice from Lucy’s ass,” I said. “When it’s empty, I’ll refill it.” The other cows looked at me for a moment then dove in, taking turns sucking my come from Lucy’s stretched, gaping, inflamed asshole as my mother-in-law moaned to climax after climax.

I moved around in front of Lucy, hanging my bull cock in front of her face, letting her lick come and juice off my meat that had just been pulled from her asshole. I pushed my cock all the way into her throat, pulled out, then knelt down and kissed her.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

I reloaded her twice that night before the cows were all satisfied.

PART V

The next few days were relatively quiet. The two additional potential cow candidates that Lucy had mentioned came by to check things out and have an interview with Alina and I. Part of the interview was getting a good look at Alina and my bodies. One of the candidates saw my cock and said ‘no way’. The other candidate, Ykaterina, was the age of Lucy and my mom. She originally hailed from Eastern Europe and talked a lot about the cow girl farms in the old country. Within an hour of her interview she ate out Alina, soaked her cervix in my bull juice, and became cow ...

... #5. We got her tattooed, pierced, and she moved into one of the rooms in the second barn apartment. This girl was born to be a cow, and like Angelina, she had no gag reflex. The first thing she did after becoming a cow and milking out her first two gallons of juice was get down on her knees and suck my two feet of bull cock all the way down her throat without even a hitch. When I pulled out she had a big smile on her face. The next day I went out to the barn and she had Lucy’s arm in her mouth almost to the elbow.

Ykaterina, like Lucy, was a milk demon and producing at least five gallons on most days. I think the older you are when you become a cow, the more you produced.

We had built up a supply of frozen milk preparing for the farmer’s market that was coming up at the fairgrounds and were excited about the prospect. Unfortunately our pretty picture was soon to be marred.

Two days out from the market, Alina and I were woken by Helga knocking frantically on our bedroom door. I sleepily looked over at the clock, it read 5:30 AM. What the hell. Alina mumbled something.

“Come in,” I called. Helga and her big milky udders tumbled naked into the bedroom, breathless.

“The barn!” she said. “We’ve been robbed!”

I raced out to the freezers. We hadn’t been completely cleaned out, but we had definitely been hit. The perps got away with 20 gallons of frozen cow girl milk – that’s $30K worth of product (yeah, boutique cow girl titty juice goes for $1,500 gallon, it’s ...