Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue

... The line was dead.

I walked back out into the other room. My milk maids, being good girls, were busily complying with my orders. Prudence was on all fours and Myrtle’s horse-shaped bull cock was sliding in and out of her overused asshole. Prudence’s flesh was gripping the shaft of Myrtle’s cock with each stroke, popping out almost a foot. The pressure of the cock inside Prudence’s body had caused her cunt to gape open and her cervix was hanging several inches outside her body, gaped and assaying cow grool. Prudence’s two big udders hung all the way to the floor and jiggled, as did Myrtles six huge milky tits.

Amelia, meanwhile, was sitting to the side demurely, eyes downcast, wishing she could join in the fun, but waiting for her bull’s permission like a good little cow whore.

A knock came on the door and I opened it. Lyca and Xana came in with a camera and a tripod. The alpha she-wolf gave me a peck on the lips and a stroke of my cock.

“Thanks for earning me a Franklin,” said darting her eyes in Xana’s direction with a smirk.

“Hey, watch it,” her beta shot back. “He still might chicken out. Are you sure you want to do this, Brendan? This seems surprisingly bi-curious for you.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, wolf-girl,” Lyca interjected. “I had him picked for this the moment we started talking about milk maids. I knew he was curious.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Xana sneered, then turned to me. “This is cock, we’re talking about, Brendan. Big, hot, ...

... pulsating, jizz-dribbling cock. Do you really want your cows to think of you as a cocksucker?”

“That was low, bitch,” Lyca shot back.

“My mother taught me everything I know,” Xana sniped in return.

I had been watching this interplay with growing discomfort. Finally I held up my hands.

“STOP! Everybody just fucking stop!” The wolves, the milk maids, the entire room froze and turned in my direction. “Yes, I am curious about my milk maids’ cocks. Yes, I want to try them out. I never said anything about being bi-curious or gay-curious. I just have three really hot, beautiful women who happen to have big, gigantic cocks, and I am curious. Got it? Jeez. I express curiosity about my milk maids’ cocks and you guys practically have me making gay porno.”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” I added. “It’s just not my jam.”

Lyca looked down meekly. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Xana added.

“So are we,” the milk maids all said, almost in perfect unison, though I have no idea why.

I sighed. “You know, forget about it. I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore.”

My discomfiture upset the milk maids, who began making mewing sounds and crawled on their hands and knees to me. They knelt at my feet and ran their hands along my legs and my cock, trying to make me feel better. Myrtle had withdrawn her cock, though a thick thread of bull come was still flowing from the end. Amelia bent down and sucked the tip of my ...