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

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

... the paperwork we’ll give you. Next week when I come by for the weekly visit, we’ll go through an official cow inspection. You’ll breeze through from what I’ve seen, just going forward make sure you have all your cow medical records in order. So today, we’ll have a lightweight once over so I know everything is in order before we sign any paperwork. Can you gather the cows?”

“Sure,” I said. Alina stepped away and rounded up the herd, unfortunately breaking up the hot, deep hole frolicking that was taking place in the clover pasture.

The five cows lined up in front of Lyca, Alina in the lead. Big, milky, veiny tits with large, heavy ring piercings of gold, silver, or iron (where the fuck did Lucy find those monsters?) were arrayed in front of us. Lucy, Ykaterina, and Angela were still nude from their frolic in the field, thick streamers of grool sliding down the insides of their thighs. I don’t think my mother-in-law’s ass ever completely closed anymore. Helga, who had been napping, came out sleepily in a T-shirt and a thong.

“So what do you need us to do?” Alina asked.

“Tastes, from the tap,” she said. “Both breasts. I also need a feel of your kitties and your assholes, but just fingers, nothing deep. I can’t taste between your legs because then I would become a cow too, but Violet will do that duty for me because she is supposed to become a cow anyway. When we’re done, the bull can fuck her, allowing her to join your herd.”

“Our alpha is Alina,” I said. “She’s ...

... the one you eat to join the herd. Then once Violet is a cow, she can taste the rest. Normally we need two gallons of milk before I fuck the candidate, but that won’t be needed for Violet.”

“No problem,” Lyca said.

Behind her, Xana appeared with a camera setup.

“Are you filming this?” Helga asked.

“If you allow it,” Lyca replied. “If you want to do the social media thing you will need to get used to it.”

“What does she mean?” Lucy asked.

I gave the cows a rundown of what Lyca had offered around ‘additional business services’.

“Wow...that’s…hot,” Helga whispered.

“Yeah...fucking hot,” Lucy said. “I’m in, everything. Social media, private milking shows, stripper shows, live rutting on stage. Anything you want up my cow ass. All of it. Sign me the fuck up.”

“Me too,” Angela said.

“Weird but yes,” Helga said.

Ykaterina said something that sounded positive in her native tongue.

I realized my hesitancy had been unfounded. Cows were made to lactate and fuck bulls. Bulls were made to fuck the cows and keep them in line. Of course the cows would jump at the chance to be hot, horny, milk bimbos in front of an audience. Duh.

“So I guess you need to add on the business services to that contract,” Alina said to Tori, who was working diligently on the paperwork.

By now, Xana had the camera ready. Lyca reached out to Alina and tugged at her top.

Alina had been wearing a somewhat modest (as modest as anything a cow girl wears) blouse and a pair of ...