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

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

... with my herd will ever, ever, ever be sent to the cow pound. I never want to hear that word again. So can you accept my total domination as your bull?”

“I...I’ll be nice, I promise,” she said, looking mollified.

“Great,” I said. “See, wasn’t that easy? It’s been a long day and it’s just early afternoon. I’m exhausted. You can hang around here if you want, or you can come back. Tomorrow’s going to be nuts with the wolves coming back, and the day after is the farmer’s market. So maybe Sunday we can turn you into a cow. And we will be filming your conversion, so be prepared. Plan to get plowed and cowed on Sunday.”

Bibi nodded quietly and climbed to her feet. “I have some things I want to take care of,” she said, and headed to her car. Then she turned back and, to my surprise, gave me a big smile. She pulled her blouse open, tugged her tits free, and gave them a jiggle. “Have those cameras hot and ready on Sunday.” She winked, then got in the car and drove away.

I looked over at the cows. They had paused in their orgie to watch the little drama that had unfolded with Bibi, but had now gone back to sucking and fucking, elbows deep, in the clover – and occasionally munching that same clover. Helga had dumped out the dildos – there was a variety of shapes and sizes – and was working the camera as the cows got busy with their new toys.

I told them to save some milk for the customers, then picked a handful of that same clover for a snack and went inside to take a nap. ...

... I lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? Cows, wolves, magical milk, incest. Holy shit.

I heard a footstep in the doorway and turned. Alina came in and sat on the edge of the bed, smelling like sex and saffron. The heavy gold chain running between her large gold nipple rings glinted in the afternoon light.

“You okay?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, just tired.”

“I’m really proud of how you handled your grandmother.”

“Thanks. Did you catch that it sounded like Lyca was trying to warn Bibi of something if she became a cow this late in life? Do you know what that was?”

“The later in life you become a cow, the more milk you produce, and the stronger your libido. Older cows sometimes have extra udders or can be horny as hell. I mean, look at the way my mom turned out, and your grandmother is twenty years older.”

“Does Bibi know this?” I asked.

“I assume she does. She sure as hell acts like she knows everything there is to know about being a cow. But after what I saw today – there is no way I’m telling her. At this point, if she hasn’t done her research, tough titty.”

“Yeah, all the more milk to sell and more tits in front of the paying audiences.”

Alina kissed me then headed back out presumably to rejoin the cow orgy already in progress. I closed my eyes and listened to the birds chirp and the occasional loud moan from the cows. It was peaceful.

I woke up when the security guys rolled in at 5:00. They ...