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

... just let it do its thing and don’t fight it.”

She wrapped her finger’s around Amelia’s cock near the base and pulled it forward, sliding the first five or so inches down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and fought it, but Lyca ran her fingertips across my throat again.

“Just relax, don’t fight anything,” she purred into my ear. “If you feel your throat tightening up, let it do what it wants. Don’t fight anything. Your bull throat knows what to do.”

I didn’t want to believe her, I wanted to control myself, but Lyca had never steered me wrong. I trusted her implicitly. So I just relaxed my entire body, gazing up at Amelia’s amazing, magnificent, beautiful cow tits. She squeezed one and sent a spray across her cock and my face.

At that moment, something magical happened. I no longer felt the need to struggle or fight. My throat relaxed, my breathing steadied, and my jaw – what the fuck – I suddenly understood how the cows took such a huge shaft into their mouth. It was almost snakelike the way my mouth just opened.

I knew I was ready. I grabbed Amelia’s ass cheeks and drove her cock all the way down my throat. It was fucking amazing.

I closed my eyes and began sliding my throat up and down Amelia’s immense meat. I based my technique on what I liked in a good blowjob but had no idea if Amelia approved – then I looked up at her and her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, her lips parted in ecstasy.

Apparently I was a natural…

Lyca had slipped ...

... back to where Tori and Xana were filming the action, and in her place, Prudence knelt beside of me.

“Would our bull give us permission to suck his cock while he suck’s Amelia’s?” Prudence asked respectfully.

Obviously I wasn’t able to answer verbally at the moment as I was now deeply engaged in fellating Amelia, but I gave a thumb’s up. Prudence leaned over on all fours and wrapped her lips around my own gargantan cock, sliding her throat down the shaft with a grace I could only hope to match someday. I reached along her back and slipped three fingers into her asshole, pulling it open. Myrtle got the drift and slowly slid her horse-shaped cock into Prudence’s ass.

I pulled my hand away and went back to having both fists wrapped around Amelia’s cock as I sucked her down.

As I adjusted to the sensation of a two-foot horse cock ramming in and out of my mouth, I realized how much I was enjoying the sensation. I could feel the veins in the shaft pulsating and throbbing with her heartbeat. The cow’s perfumes and their natural fragrance combined into a heady aroma that I smelled much more deeply now that I had a milk maid’s cock sliding in and out of my throat just inches from my nose. A steady trickle of semen – my semen – slipped from the end of Amelia’s cock and filled my stomach, my throat, my mouth, and finally overflowed, sliding down my chin and running off onto my cock that Prudence was sucking. It was – divine.

I glanced over at the wolves, and they were still ...