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

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

... worked up and I began reading them.

“It’s 1:00 now. The security detail will be here by 5:00,” Lyca said as I reviewed the contract. “The security camera and fencing folks will be here first thing tomorrow morning. Our planners will be here tomorrow also, to start planning out the additional structures required for the private milk viewing area, the stripper area, camming rooms, and the other initiatives. The techs and PR wolves will come by to start working with your herd on your social media presence. This is all very exciting!” she said.

My phone rang. I glanced down. It was my mother.

“Hi mom. We’re…” I started, but that was as far as I got before she interrupted me breathlessly.

“Brendan, watch out. Your grandmother is on the way. I told her about what happened this morning, then a few minutes ago she called and she was almost to your house. I think she intends to try to take charge.”

“I’d like to see her try,” I sneered, turning back to the contract. I heard a car coming down the driveway and looked up – it was my grandmother’s. I swore.

“Where do I sign?” I asked Lyca. She flipped to the last page of the contract and I scribbled out my John Hancock as my grandmother slammed her car into park and leapt out.

“I’m in charge here. Don’t you sign anything!” she called.

“I’m the bull,” I shot back. “You aren’t in charge of shit except getting the fuck off my land. You were going to send me to the cow pound to be put down, you festering fetid cunt. ...

... You’ve done enough damage already. Either get down on your knees, eat out my wife, and become a subservient little herd cow, or leave us the fuck alone. What’s your decision?”

PART VI

My grandmother and I stared at each other. Silence descended upon us.

Let me pause the action for just a second and paint the picture, because it’s pretty entertaining. My grandmother is about 65. She has generally taken good care of herself, and if you are inclined in that direction, you would qualify her a gilf with a fit curvy body and relatively firm big chest. Her hair was white with a managed tint of platinum and pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a white blouse that was fairly business-like though plunging low enough to show the cleavage where her bra shoved her tits together, and a pair of tight jeans.

Also, worth noting, her name is Bibi. I always called her grandma, but with her recent antics I was done giving her an honorific. She has always been strong willed but she was totally over the top now.

Meanwhile, everyone else in this picture is naked and either a bull/cow or a she-wolf. I’m standing there, my immense bull cock is still partially erect and dribbling semen. All the cows are in the grass in the midst of what can best be called a steaming six-way, covered in cow grool and saffron milk. It is a hot mess of big jiggling udders. Xana, a beta she-wolf, has the camera now and is filming the milky, pierced, wet, gaping cow action. The cows are totally into the cam and ...