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

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

... to you. Honestly, honey, you’ve always been a milquetoast. You let Alina boss you around, you let everyone boss you around. It’s time to change that. If you’re going to be the bull, you need to take charge and give the cows their marching orders. If you can just push yourself a little, it will be fantastic. I know that talking with your mother about sex isn’t necessarily a comfortable thing – but you will literally have all the sex you can possibly handle and loads of that delightful cow girl milk. It will be fantastic if you just have a little faith in yourself. You can do it, I have faith in you.”

“That’s not the advice I was expecting from you. I thought you’d feel bad for me. I thought you’d tell me to dump Alina and come home so you could make me chocolate milk and cookies.”

“Sorry honey. I don’t think the right solution here is running away. I think it’s time to take the...cow...by the horns – literally – and bend her over...and...well, you get the picture. The next time I come for a visit I’ll make you cookies. We can eat them while drinking cow girl milk and you can tell me how great you did. But right now, it’s time for action. Go get ‘em tiger!”

I wrapped up the call with my mom and leaned back in the car. The thought of going back to the house scared me on one hand and stimulated me on the other. I wondered what it meant to be a bull. I wondered what it would be like.

I wondered if Alina’s mom or sister were going to eat out her cunt in order to become ...

... cows, or if they would want to eat out Helga. Suddenly I realized that I could make that decision, because I was the bull. My mom was right. It was at least worth a shot. I was going to go home and take charge.

When I imagined Alina getting eaten out by her mom and sister, my cock began pressing against my shorts again. I looked down at the bulge. Maybe it was my imagination, but I think I had grown a little more.

It was late afternoon when I got home. Alina and Helga were preparing salads for dinner. Since we didn’t have any women’s clothes in the house that fit their new bodies, they had pulled on oversized shirts from my closet with just tiny thongs underneath. The shirts were mostly unbuttoned, and their big, milky tits hung down in front of them. It looked like some of the milk had been pumped from their tits, and when I opened the fridge there were four full gallon milk bottles inside.

“How did you pump your breasts?” I asked.

Alina looked at me sheepishly.

“I guess you wouldn’t believe me if I said we happened to find milking equipment in the basement…” she replied.

“No, I wouldn’t,” I said, slapping her ass hard enough for her to turn and look at me strange. “And there won’t be any more games like that again, you got it? The only bull on this farm is me, and my cows will fall in line. That goes for your sister and your mother too. And once I am officially the bull, you have to tell me who this mystery partner is, that’s an order.”

Alina looked at ...