Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part I (Hucow, Lactation, MFF)

I have been diddling around with the idea of writing a hucow story for awhile, so I decided to actually make it a reality. I hope those of you so inclined enjoy it.

I looked over other posts in the sub and I see some other hucow posts, so I assume this is an acceptable topic. If not, please let me know and I will pull the story. I have read the rules and mean to follow them. There are no actual animal cows in the story, they are all human cows. And there is no pregnancy, so all characters are 18+.

I think this will run three or four parts and may eventually include some incestuous themes as well. I anticipate I will post episodes about once a week.

Enjoy.

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story
Part I

It was a beautiful day.

I sat on the porch and looked across our land, then sighed. The farm that my wife and I had bought a couple months back was still mostly gone to seed. We were in off-and-on negotiations with a local farmers cooperative to possibly run the actual farm itself, but unfortunately my wife seemed to keep dragging her feet on that aspect of things for some reason. Still, we had settled into our farmhouse and we were starting to make plans for the future, so things were looking up.

Some of our plans involved the farmhouse and barn itself. The barn was attached to the house, and the previous owners had finished the top floor of the barn into two large three-bedroom apartments with kitchens and balconies which they had rented out. We had been doing some touch-ups on the apartments and were just about to start looking for renters. An extra wing on the big old farmhouse had also been made into an apartment and we were getting ready to start sprucing that one up as well.

The lower half of the barn we had hardly touched. It was mostly just old, rusty farm equipment that we doubted whoever we hired to run the farm would want.

We had been going hard to get the rooms ready for rent and the farm functioning over the past couple of months. We hadn’t had much time to relax. We had to get ourselves financially stable before our slim margin of capital ran out. But with the two apartments ready to let, my wife, Nina, and I decided that a few days of a staycation at home and some “netflix and chill” time were in order.

My wife came out of the house and we piled into the car, to run out to the store to get some munchies. The trip to the corner market took about fifteen minutes.

When we got home, there was a cow in the front yard.

“That cow is eating our lawn,” I said as we pulled into the driveway. “Why is she eating our lawn when there is an entire untouched field up behind the barn?”

The cow in our front yard stood a smidge under six feet and had long platinum blonde hair that hung halfway down her back and was perfectly coiffed. Her lips were full and red, and her lashes were long and luxurious. Her big, milky breasts jutted out far in front of her and hung down almost to her waist. They were barely contained within the milk-soaked sheer cow-patterned bikini top she wore. Her mammaries sloshed when she moved, and her wide brown aureoles were visible under the translucent bikini. Her waist was narrow and her ass and hips looked sculpted. The thong bottom she wore disappeared between her perfect ass cheeks while a narrow strip of short mottled cow fur ran up from above her thong to just below her navel. She was a model of a perfect woman, if a perfect woman had immense, mik-filled glands and six inch horns coming out of the sides of her head.

“Oh, look at her,” my wife said. “Look at those big brown eyes and those long lashes. Oh, she’s so adorable.”

I have to admit, I was a little surprised at my wife’s reaction.

“I always wanted a cow when I was a little girl,” she continued. “But my parents never would get me one. They got me a pony instead. I always kind of resented that.”

“I don’t ever recall you mentioning that,” I said to her as we climbed out of the car. “In fact, I never even knew that cow girls were a real thing.”

“Yeah, I kind of blocked it out of my mind, no use crying over spilled cow milk. And yeah, they’re very real. I’ve always fantasized about having one of my own.”

I was still processing this information as Nina approached the cow. The cow was standing in our yard, bending down and pulling up tufts of grass that she would slowly munch on. When she bent over, the thong pressed against her thick, meaty labia, and the narrow cord failed to cover her crinkled, puckered, fuckable asshole.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Nina asked, petting the cow on the head, running her hand down the cow’s back, then – to my continued surprise – running her fingers softly across the cow’s overwhelming chest.

“Helga,” said the cow, softly, chewing on the grass. She had a sweet, sexy, sultry voice.

“Hi Helga,” said Nina. “Did you get seperated from your herd?”

“I don’t have a herd,” Helga said, a tear slipping down her cheek. “My parents didn’t approve of me becoming a cow so I got kicked out of the house. I have no place to go.”

“How old are you, sweetheart?”

“Nineteen,” said Helga. “My dad was real strict about things. He said if I ever became a cow he would disown me. I…I…I really didn’t think I would actually turn into a cow. I know what they say, but I thought it was just an urban legend…”

“Just an urban legend?” I asked my wife. “What’s she talking about?”

“The tales about how a girl becomes a cow.”

“How is that?”

“A girl becomes a cow by eating out another cow girl. The tales are true.”

“What?” I said. “Like lesbians? I never heard anything like that.”

“Not surprising,” Nina replied. “A few minutes ago you didn’t even think cows were real.”

I acceded her point. “True. It’s been an educational three minutes.”

My wife softly ran her fingers across the cow’s tits, circling the thick nipples that were practically boring through the milk-soaked bikini top. Then she took Helga’s hand. “Why don’t you come inside with us, beautiful. You can stay here until you figure out what to do.”

“Wait,” I said. “What about…you know…cow paddies in the house?”

My wife glared at me.

“God, you really are a clueless,” she snapped. “A properly fed cow uses up all her nutrition in making milk. Feed your cow right, and there are no cow paddies. Just lovely, delicious milk. Milk from her big, bountiful titties. Her holes are soaking wet and just for fun, which is important, because a happy cow needs to have her girl places filled up with a bull’s cock juice regularly.”

I stared at my wife. This whole thing was making my head spin. On top of the mayhem of moving into this farmhouse and trying to get ourselves set up, it was just too much.

My wife led Helga into the house and left me to get the groceries from the car. I brought them in, put them away, then went into the living room. Then I gasped.

Helga’s top was completely off and Nina had her lips pressed against the cow’s big, wide, hard nipples, and was sucking the milk from her bulging tits. Helga had her head back and was making soft moans and my wife squeezed the cow’s breast and guzzled streams of her thick mommy-juice.

Up until that moment, I hadn’t found any of this to be even slightly arousing. In fact, since our marriage two years ago, I hadn’t even looked at another woman except Nina. But now, seeing my beautiful wife sucking this cow-girl’s tits, I felt something shift in my underwear.

Nina looked up as I entered, suddenly sheepish.

“Um…sorry…I just…” she stammered. “I always wanted a cowgirl, and now that I have one right here, in my house…it’s amazing…”

She looked at me again, then smiled.

“Helga’s got another one too,” Nina said, indicating Helga’s other immense, milk-filled tit. “The milk is amazing.” With that, Nina peeled off her own top and bra, revealing her pert, small breasts, then went back to work on the tit she had been sucking a moment before.

My cock was pressing against the front of my shorts. I was in shock that my wife had just given me permission to suck another woman’s tits. I hesitated and almost left the room. But the look on my wife’s face and the look on the cow’s face were both so ecstatic that I knew I had to try this thing out while I had the chance. I was sure that any second now my dearly beloved would come to her senses, throw this cow girl out into the street, and tear me a new one for even thinking about touching this girl’s chest.

But until that happened, watching my now-topless wife suck the gargantuan tits of this topless cow girl was incredibly hot, so it was time to get some of my own cow juice.

I pulled off my T-shirt and sat down on the couch next to the cowgirl. She looked at me with her perfect brown eyes and luscious lips, her soft platinum blonde hair perfectly framing her face. I leaned in and kissed her, our tongues intertwining.

Her lips were soft and perfect. Her mouth sensual and delicious. Her breathe faintly tasted of milk and saffron. I slipped my lips from hers and ran my tongue down her chin and her neck, lifting up her big milker and tasting the wide aureoles. Helga gently squeezed her tit and a streamer of milk hit my lips. I tasted her mommy-juice. It was sweeter than any milk I had ever tasted – delicious, smooth, with an aftertaste like saffron. It wasn’t sticky like regular milk, it was soft and silky. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered hearing that cowgirl milk fetched ridiculously high prices, now I could see why.

I latched my lips onto the big, fat, nipple at the end of the cowgirl’s big, fat tit and sucked. I felt like I had left my body and was experiencing a plane of existence that I had never before touched. It was incredible. The cow girl was amazing.

I pulled back for a moment and noticed that my wife had stripped and now had one of her hands down the cow’s thong, rubbing her pussy. Suddenly this experience had just gone from drinking milk to a threesome. I was so intoxicated by the cowgirl’s milk that I didn’t care. I peeled off my shorts and let my hard meat stand free. It was purple and pulsating, throbbing with my heartbeat. The veins along the shaft of my cock matched the veins pulsing around the big tits of the cow.

Nina pulled her lips free from Helga’s still-gushing milky mounds and kissed me, then whispered in my ear as she stroked my cock.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Of course,” I whispered.

“Will you always be by my side, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad?”

“I will.”

“Will you still love me if I’m a cow girl too?”

“What?”

“Please, Brendan,” she whispered. “I’ve always secretly wanted to be a cow girl. Now I have the chance. Please. Now you’ll have two cow girls, me and Helga. If we get you a third, you’ll become a bull and you can fuck the girls in your herd anytime you want. All any cow girl wants is her bull’s seed in her kitty or ass, and gallons of luscious, endless milk gushing from her big, delightful titties. Please say you don’t mind. We have those two apartments we can fill with cow girls you can fuck, and we can get milking equipment and sell the milk for a huge profit. We’ll be set for life. Please. I love you and I won’t do it if you say no, but if you want me to truly be happy, please say yes.”

I looked at my naked wife, and this almost-naked 19-year-old cow girl in front of her. My cock was pulsating. It didn’t care where I put it, it just wanted it in one of these two girls ASAP.

I tried to think clearly, but the intoxicating cow girl milk was making it difficult, and my arousal wasn’t helping.

One thing that was coming through clear was that the woman I loved wanted my permission to do something she really wanted – and in return it sounded like I was getting permission to fuck some other women. That part I tracked, and 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 Nina 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.

Nina – 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. Nina 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 Nina’s big, brown, erect nipples.

As Nina bent over, she showed me her cunt and asshole. Her labia were thick and meaty like Helga’s had been and her asshole was thick and puckered. My cock was about to explode, I needed release, so I gave my meat several strokes, then slipped it into my wife’s sopping cunt.

Nina gasped as I pushed my shaft inside her. Her cunt was steaming hot, and she begged me to get busy fucking her. As Helga sucked on my wife’s tits, I began frantically reaming out my wife’s smoking slit.

Nina came almost immediately, her thick grool sliding down my shaft from her cunt and another streamer of grool slid from her asshole. There was another thing I learned today about cowgirls – their asshole was naturally lubricating. Good to know. I slipped a couple fingers inside her asshole as I fucked her and she came again, more juice sliding from her cunt and ass, running down my thighs.

I could feel my balls pulling tight against my body, my cock was ready to explode. Nina reached back and added another couple of fingers into her asshole, arching her back and pointing her huge, veiny tits skyward. She tightened her cunt muscles and that was all I could take. My thick seed began pumping into her unprotected, newly-minted, cow cunt.

I almost lost consciousness as my juice dumped into my wife’s body. Shot after shot dumped into her cunt, but my cock showed no sign of softening. Nina slid her soaked slit from my body, then nodded towards Helga, who had been rubbing her cunt as she watched my wife and I.

“Go satisfy the other half of your new herd,” Nina whispered and nudged me towards Helga.

My cock had always been pretty average, six inches or so, but as I looked down at my meat that was covered in my wife’s juices and my own semen, it looked like I had added another inch or so. What the fuck?

I didn’t have a lot of time to sit there and think about it, though. Helga pulled me down and began tit-fucking me with her big, bare, milky tits. The room reeked of milk, saffron, sweat, and semen as my cock disappeared between Helga’s mountainous mammaries. Though the pulses of ejaculation had slowed, they hadn’t stopped completely, so the milk coating them mixed with the thick soup of my jizz, making them slick and sticky. The sensation of my cock slipping between those mounds was indescribable, it was like fucking two huge, soft, firm water balloons.

Eventually, Helga pulled back, spread her legs, and begged me to bury my growing cock in between her thick lobes. I looked over at my wife, who just nodded towards Helga.

I gave my cock a hard stroke, then buried it in Helga’s steaming cow-slit.

Helga moaned and came as I began pistoning my cock in and out of her drenched cunt. I looked over at Nina, she was frantically masturbating as she watched me ream out Helga. My cock felt long and hard, throbbing with my pulse. The veins in my shaft matched the veins in the cow girl’s gargantuan tits – tits that were now shaking, quivering, and squirting with each stroke of my cock. My chest was coated with milk, my face too. My hair was plastered to my head with the cow-girl’s cow 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,” Nina 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 Nina. “In fact, I already texted them both and asked them to dinner tonight.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1201px4/fields_of_daisies_and_clover_a_hucow_story_part_i