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

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

... her, our tongues intertwining.

Her lips were soft and perfect. Her mouth sensual and delicious. Her breathe faintly tasted of milk and saffron. I slipped my lips from hers and ran my tongue down her chin and her neck, lifting up her big milker and tasting the wide aureoles. Helga gently squeezed her tit and a streamer of milk hit my lips. I tasted her mommy-juice. It was sweeter than any milk I had ever tasted - delicious, smooth, with an aftertaste like saffron. It wasn’t sticky like regular milk, it was soft and silky. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered hearing that cowgirl milk fetched ridiculously high prices, now I could see why.

I latched my lips onto the big, fat, nipple at the end of the cowgirl’s big, fat tit and sucked. I felt like I had left my body and was experiencing a plane of existence that I had never before touched. It was incredible. The cow girl was amazing.

I pulled back for a moment and noticed that my wife had stripped and now had one of her hands down the cow’s thong, rubbing her pussy. Suddenly this experience had just gone from drinking milk to a threesome. I was so intoxicated by the cowgirl’s milk that I didn’t care. I peeled off my shorts and let my hard meat stand free. It was purple and pulsating, throbbing with my heartbeat. The veins along the shaft of my cock matched the veins pulsing around the big tits of the cow.

Alina pulled her lips free from Helga’s still-gushing milky mounds and kissed me, then whispered in my ...

... ear as she stroked my cock.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Of course,” I whispered.

“Will you always be by my side, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad?”

“I will.”

“Will you still love me if I’m a cow girl too?”

“What?”

“Please, Brendan,” she whispered. “I’ve always secretly wanted to be a cow girl. Now I have the chance. Please. Now you’ll have two cow girls, me and Helga. If we get you a third, you’ll become a bull and you can fuck the girls in your herd anytime you want. All any cow girl wants is her bull’s seed in her kitty or ass, and gallons of luscious, endless milk gushing from her big, delightful titties. Please say you don’t mind. We have those two apartments we can fill with cow girls you can fuck, and we can get milking equipment and sell the milk for a huge profit. We’ll be set for life. Please. I love you and I won’t do it if you say no, but if you want me to truly be happy, please say yes.”

I looked at my naked wife, and this almost-naked 19-year-old cow girl in front of her. My cock was pulsating. It didn’t care where I put it, it just wanted it in one of these two girls ASAP.

I tried to think clearly, but the intoxicating cow girl milk was making it difficult, and my arousal wasn’t helping.

One thing that was coming through clear was that the woman I loved wanted my permission to do something she really wanted – and in return it sounded like I was getting permission to fuck some other women. That part I tracked, and ...