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

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

... at the moment I was thinking more with my small head than my big one.

“Uh...um…” I stammered. “Okay baby, you do what you want.”

“Thanks, sweetie, you won’t regret this.”

My wife practically ripped off the cowgirl’s thong. The girl’s heavy labia were bare but above her clitoris was that patch of fur – not pubic hair but real fur – that was white with mottles of black. The strip of cow fur ran up to just below Helga’s naval. My wife buried her face between the cow girl’s perfect thighs and planted her lips on the cow’s long clitoris.

The cow leaned back, her big monster tits sticking up in the air. I sat down beside her and pulled one of the mounds into my mouth, sucking the non-stop stream of saffron-tinged milk that poured from them. As much as I sucked out of her tit, it never seemed to sag or soften. She just kept making more. I felt like I could have sucked her breasts forever and they would never have run dry. The intoxicating nature of the cow milk made me want never want to pull my lips from Helga’s wide brown nipples.

I know now that’s the nature of the cow girl. They never run dry, especially a cow with a good bull fucking her regularly. And apparently I was supposed to become that bull, though I had no idea how.

I pulled back from Helga’s huge, milk-engorged breast and we kissed, our tongues intertwining. I felt her stiffen and streamers squirt from both her breasts, then I realized my wife’s work between the cow’s thighs had brought her to an ...

... orgasm.

I slipped back from the cow’s lips and looked down at my wife – and gasped.

The urban legends were true. A girl who eats out a cow girl becomes a cow girl.

My wife had always been thin and lithe – that was what I looked for in a woman. At least that was what I had looked for in a woman before today. Now, with a load of cow milk onboard, my tastes were changing – and so was my wife. When Alina leaned back from the cow girl’s thighs, she had a pair of horns like Helga’s sprouting from the sides of her head. Her curly, dark hair was now longer, thicker, luxuriant, and hung part way down her back. Her lips were fuller, her eyes perfectly lined. Her hips were slightly wider – but not enough to be fat, her waist was still narrow. She had a patch of pubic fur just like Helga’s, but her cunt and asshole were bare. But the most startling difference was her chest. She had a pair of immense glands like Helga’s, and they were already trickling milk.

Alina – my new cow-wife – stood and leaned forward, pushing her big cow glands into Helga’s face. The cow girl was delighted began sucking at my wife’s new, milk-engorged tits. Alina squeezed her mounds, pushing squirts of milk into Helga’s mouth and all over her face and hair. Helga didn’t seem to care, and she kept switching her lips back and forth between Alina’s big, brown, erect nipples.

As Alina bent over, she showed me her cunt and asshole. Her labia were thick and meaty like Helga’s had been and her asshole was ...