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

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

... were big, burly dudes with long gray beards the same tawny color as the she-wolves’ landing strip. They wore black jeans, black tanks, and black boots. They were a little scary at first blush, but they were real friendly and real professional. They began regular circuits around the perimeter of the farm.

Meanwhile, the cows were milking and when they finished, I gave them all a solid fuck, then loaded up Lucy’s and Alina’s asses with extra bull juice for the cows to suck out. The rest of the evening was mostly quiet.

I got up the next day bright eyed and bushy tailed. It was the start of a new day at Daisy and Clover Cow Farm. At 9:00 sharp a seeming convoy rolled in. Lyca climbed out of the lead SUV along with Tori, Xana, and three other similar women I shortly found out were Lyca’s other betas. The other betas spread out with the folks from the other SUVs. Some of the people they had brought looked like regular humans, others were clearly wolves – both male and female. The beta she-wolves were easy to spot – they had a certain something about them that made them stand out from the others.

Posts went in and fencing went up. Security cameras were mounted. Land surveys were conducted and plans drawn up. Websites were designed. Toys and cams were discussed. A lot of shit happened all at once. Lyca and her team did a pretty good job directing and filtering, but still my head spun.

By the end of the first day of wolves’ involvement, half of the farm was covered by ...

... the privacy fence (including the pasture where the gawkers like to stop), we had some first cuts of locations to put things like the cow bar and the milking viewing area, the pasture bleachers, and additional cow housing. A full security system covered the property perimeter, and all of the cows had their own Insta pages.

Late in the afternoon, I sat talking to Lyca.

“The farmer’s market is tomorrow,” I said. “There’s so much going on, should I forget about that?”

“Nope, I have another team already standing by to get twenty or so gallons there. I doubt you will sell a lot of product there, but it will be good for publicity. You need to have two or three of your cows come with you, in addition to your wife. We don’t want them doing anything crazy, but having naked cows hanging out will attract attention. We can have them fill cups of milk straight from the taps to give out as free samples. People will love it. Everybody loves naked cows. Plus, I bet we will pick up a couple additional candidates to become cows. If we don’t, we have a list of women who have contacted the pack about becoming a cow, we can start reaching out to them.”

“Cool, I’ll ask the cows tonight for volunteers. Oh, also, Sunday my grandmother is coming over to be turned into a cow. We’re filming it.”

“So you guys made your peace?”

“Yes, once she realized I was not taking her bullshit she actually got all weepy, I don’t think she will be a problem. And Alina told me about the risks with older ...