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

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

... is higher up the chain than me.”

“Yes, you are the lowest cow. But every day you are a young, beautiful, milky, bimbofied cow, you need to show your gratitude. Every single day. You won’t be elevated to being a regular cow until I see you are sufficiently grateful enough. Until then, you are just the omega, the bottom cow. The lowest milky anal slut on the farm. Do you understand?”

“I do. And being the lowest, filthiest, milky cow slut on the farm makes me so hot.”

I slapped my grandmother hard across the face, she flinched but then turned her reddened face back up to me, smiling. I yanked off her top roughly, scraping it across her flesh, leaving scratches, and letting her big tits swing free. Then I pushed her back onto all fours and jerked off her shorts. She sat there on her hands and knees, looking up at me with dampened doe eyes, her face inches from my bull cock that was hard and throbbing.

I stepped to the side and slapped Bibi’s face then her ass, nudging her into the barn and closing the door after her.

The cows were sitting to the side of the milking area of the barn, watching. There were two cams on stands, with Tori and Xana operating them. Lyca stood to the side.

In the center of the milking area, on a single chair, was Alina, nude.

“Alina is my wife,” I said. “She’s the alpha cow. You always follow her directions like my own. She’s the one you need to eat out to join my herd. Crawl to her.”

I slapped my grandmother’s ass again and she ...

... began crawling on her hands and knees towards Alina. As she went, I had a moment of concern, so I stepped forward and grabbed her head by the hair, pulling it back. She stopped and looked up at me, her eyes registering concern and a little fear.

“Unlike you, I’m not a total piece of shit, so I can’t let you do this without being 100% sure you know what you might be getting into,” I said, looking down at her. “You do understand that a woman of your age can end up with unusual udders, right? And an exceptional sex drive?”

My grandmother smiled up at me, an honest, kind smile. Something I hadn’t seen before.

“I like you as a bull,” she said. “You’re kind. I don’t deserve you as my bull or Alina as my alpha. Yes, I know what I am going to end up looking like, and I’m excited about it. Thank you.”

“You’re fucking right you don’t deserve me, whore,” I replied. Letting her hair go and giving her one more slap across her cheek just because I felt like it. I gestured to my wife, who had her legs open and was gently massaging her thick cow clit that was standing up hard a couple of inches above her soaked cunt and asshole. Alina’s gargantuan cow udders trickled saffron tinged milk. As Bibi approached her, she pulled my grandmother’s face up to a big, pierced tit, squeezing out a thick streamer of milk into her mouth.

Alina slipped her finger into her gold nipple ring and stretched out her tit while Bibi licked and sucked at the milky piercing. She switched from one breast ...