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

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

... juice.

And still I stroked. My balls pulled closer to my body, not that they had ever loosened up after the last orgasm. I knew I was close to unloading again. Another orgasm rolled through Helga, and I heard my wife moan too as she came as well. Helga’s cunt tightened in the throws of her passion and that was all I could take. For the second time that afternoon, I shot my seed into a bare, gushing cow-girl hole, filling her up and overflowing, coating her thighs and asshole.

As slipped my throbbing, flagging erection from Helga’s cunt, I could clearly tell that I had added another inch or two of length, and some girth as well. I wondered how big I would get.

“That was fucking incredible,” Alina sighed. She reached over and gave my still-throbbing cock a slow stroke.

“We need to get some proper milking gear so we can sell all this milk and make some money. And we need to get you some more girls in your herd, so we can make a proper bull out of you.”

“Who on earth would we even think of asking to become cow girls. And what do you mean by a proper bull?” I asked.

“Oh, I know of a couple ladies already,” said Alina. “In fact, I already texted them both and asked them to dinner tonight.”

PART II

“What?” I said. “Who?”

“My mom, and my sister.”

“What?” I repeated. I realized I had been saying “what?” a lot lately and I was starting to sound like a moron.

“You heard me. Come on, Brendan, look at you. Your cock is already growing. You’ll make a ...

... great bull. We just need more cows for your herd, and milking gear so we can harvest all this delightful milk. I’ve even got one or two more cow girl candidates beyond my mom and sister to possibly round out the herd. We’ll make a killing.”

The mental haze from my arousal and the cow milk was starting to lift and I had a moment of clarity.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” I said. “I don’t know who else you are working with, but you wanted this to happen. I bet you knew Helga even before she showed up here.”

“Actually no, I didn’t know Helga,” Alina replied. “But I admit, my mom, my sister, and one other...um...lady partner did some planning to try to bring this into reality. Didn’t you notice the little patches of clover in the lawn that are so attractive to cow girls? Or smell the cow-girl-pheromones I laced throughout the yard to try to bring one in?”

Now that she mentioned it, I had noticed the clover and the odd smells, but I had dismissed both owing to my shoddy lawn maintenance. Now it made sense.

“You manipulated me…” I started, but Alina interrupted me with a hard stroke of my cock.

“Please don’t be angry. You’ll like being our bull, I promise. You’ll get a huge cock that you can use on me, Helga, my mom, my sister, and who knows who else – and you can fuck us in whatever hole suits your fancy at the moment – cow girls are designed to take their big bull’s cock where ever he wants to shove it, as long as he keeps filling them up with his thick bull seed. ...