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

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

... business area ramps up the intensity even higher and requires a little work from the cows. Any of your cows ever dance?”

“Dance? As in a night out on the town?”

Alina interjected. “I think she means the kind of dancing that involves a brass pole.”

“Oh wow,” I said. “I don’t think so. I see where you’re going. Wow, that’s a crazy idea.”

“Crazy, maybe,” Lyca said. “But it brings in tons of money. And again, women and couples are just as likely as men to come to a cow bar to watch cows dance and do their thing. And if you really, really, really want to ramp it up, you can have the bull come in and fuck them right there on stage – or even shoot some of that bull juice out into the audience.”

Up until that moment, I had been taking a pretty cool, clinical view of the whole cow voyeurism idea. But suddenly with the idea of fucking the cows in front of an audience out there, I was fighting down a massive bull cock erection. That idea sounded hot. Insanely hot.

The idea of my mother joining the herd and me fucking her in front of an audience leapt unbidden to my mind. My cock strained at my shorts against my better judgment.

“Wow,” I said, not for the first time since the conversation began. “Just wow.”

“Additionally, there are also options for livestreaming shows, web camming, and setting up each of the cows with their own Snap, Insta, and OF pages, or any other social media you designate. We will manage your farm’s and individual cows’ adult social media ...

... services for you, you just need to provide the hot content.”

“Wow,” I said yet again.

“You probably want time to think about the additional business options, but it sounds like you are ready to start with the security piece, right?”

“I’m the bull, so I could make all the decisions on my own, but I want to at least get the cows input before I make the call about the spectators and social media. But the security stuff is a definite go,” I said. I stared out over the pasture. Lucy had joined the frolicking. Milky quivering tits jiggled as Ykaterina’s arm was almost elbow-deep into my mother-in-law’s cavernous ass while Lucy and Angela had a mother-daughter soul-kiss.

“You are a very enlightened bull,” Lyca said and nodded to Tori and Xana, who went to the SUV and came back with some papers they started drawing up. The other woman who had been in the SUV came out as well. She was dressed like the other wolves.

“I’m Violet,” she said, introducing herself. “I always wanted to be a cow more than I wanted to be a wolf. This is exciting.”

“Violet will be the wolves’ cow per the contract,” Lyca said. “We entrust her to you and expect she will be properly taken care of, including being well-fucked by the bull.”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“So the last thing I need to do before we sign the papers is to meet and inspect the livestock. Have you ever had a formal cow and bull inspection?”

“No, never knew it was a thing,” I said.

Lyca laughed. “There are some links in ...