Originally I had expected this story to run three or four parts, but as I have gotten deeper into the story and gotten to know the cows and their bull, more ideas have popped into my head. So I expect there are going to be several more parts before I wrap this up.
This story picks up immediately after where the previous part left off.
[All characters are 18+, all cows are human cows.]
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Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part III
The afterglow from our romp slowly faded. We separated, cleaned up, and sat down for dinner. Once everyone was munching on their cow salad, I brought the conversation around to weightier matters.
“I hate to break the mood, but we need to talk about how we proceed from here. We now have four productive cows, which should provide us enough money to get started on the cow farm, but we have planning to do. First off, living arrangements. My herd should all be in one place. We have the apartments above the barn, and the apartment in the wing of the farmhouse. This makes for a combined total of eight bedrooms for cows – six in the barn and two in the house. Since Nina and I sleep together, the three of you – Lucy, Helga, Angela – can live in one of the apartments above the barn. That leaves us room for five more cows until we build more housing. Is everyone onboard with living on the farm?”
Cow heads, with their big brown eyes, their full red lips, their perfectly sculpted noses, nodded all around the room, their big milky tits shaking when they did so.
“Good. Second point, all cows are expected to produce a minimum of two gallons of milk a day. From what I have seen, that shouldn’t be an issue. And if you can produce more, great, more milk means more money. Any concerns about that?”
All four cows batted their long lashes and shook their cute little horned heads, all eight glands jiggled.
“Great. Third point. After all expenses are paid, Nina and I get 40% of the profit, 40% is split among the rest of the cows, and 20% is invested. The proceeds from the investments are split just like the rest of the profits – 40/40/20. Hopefully the investments will build rapidly and the whole cycle will become self-sustaining within a couple of years. Any concerns about that?”
More shaking of the flawless hair on flawless cow heads. More milky mammaries quivered. Some trickled out dribbles of saffron-tinged milk.
“Fabulous,” I continued. “Point number four, we need a good investment manager to manage that 20%. Any suggestions?”
Lucy, my mother-in-law, spoke up. “I’ve had a good money manager for the last ten years or so. He used to be my husband’s investment counselor. If anyone can get us a good rate of return, he can. I can get in touch with him tomorrow.”
“Perfect,” I said. “Any objections?” I asked the cows.
More cow head shakes and jiggling udders.
“Superb. Fifth point. We need to market our milk. Any ideas?”
“We need a brand,” my wife said. “Something that sounds nice, farm-like, happy, and milky.”
“Exactly,” I said. “Any ideas.”
There was a long silence around the table as we chewed our salads quietly.
“Hey,” Angela, my sister-in-law finally said, breaking the silence. “There’s a big pasture up behind the barn. It’s full of clover and daisies. So how about Daisies and Clover Cow Farm?”
“Ooh, I like that,” said Helga. The other cows nodded their assent.
“We should get tattoos!” interjected Angela. “Everyone in the herd should have the same tattoo!”
“Yeah,” Nina said. “And we can get rings, too.”
“Rings, like wedding rings?” I asked.
“No, like maybe nose rings or nipple rings or some other kind of ring.”
“Not sure about nipple piercings if we’re gonna pump,” Helga said.
“I’ve heard cow girls are okay with nipple piercings,” my wife said. “But, I agree we need more research before we go down that alley.”
“What do you call the rings that are on the side of your nose?” Lucy asked. “Not the septum, but the side.”
“A nostril ring,” Angela replied. “What a great idea, we each get the same tattoos and the same nostril rings. That way we know we’re part of the herd.”
“Sounds like fun,” I said. “But coming back to the branding thing, if Daisies and Clover Cow Farm is our thing, we need branding, we need a website, we need marketing, and we need to get our milk out there.”
“I used to do web design and e-commerce in a prior job,” Angela said. “I can get something set up in a couple of days. I will come up with a couple of possible logos.”
“Great,” I said. “Finally, we need some publicity and possibly some cow recruitment.”
“There’s a farmer’s market in two weeks down at the fairgrounds,” Helga interjected. “I’ll see if we can get a slot. Once we get that logo worked up, we can get some shirts printed out we can all wear. We can both market our milk and maybe even recruit a cow or two.”
“Perfect. I think those are the major business points – except for one.”
I scanned the cows. They all were chewing placidly on their salads.
I sighed. “Who is your other partner?”
There was a long silence. Lucy looked at Angela then they both looked at my wife. My wife looked nervously down and diddled with her phone, seemingly texting someone. It irked me that she would text at a moment like this, but I tried to ignore it.
“Well…?” I prompted. “Follow orders, cows. Who is the other partner?”
Lucy sighed. “The other partner was more of a business partner, not a cow partner. They were pretty ambivalent about becoming a cow or joining your herd.”
“Great, fine, no problem. Who is it?” I prompted.
Silence continued to rule the room. I pushed my chair back and stood up.
“Cows! I need an answer. Now!”
As I said that my phone rang. It was my mom. I was going to let it go to voicemail but decided I needed a second to chill before I said or did anything rash with the cows.
“Hi Mom,” I answered.
“Hi Brendan. It’s me,” my mom said.
“Obviously it’s you, I recognize your voice,” I replied, flipping the phone to speaker and glaring around the room. “Look, this is kind of a bad time. You were right about taking charge. But the cows are getting out of line and I need to handle this. Can I call you back?”
“I know. That’s what I’m telling you. It’s me.”
“What’s you? What are you talking about?” I think I might have lost a couple brain cells in the transition to a bull, because I just wasn’t getting it.
“Brendan! It’s me. I’m the other partner.”
“You’re…you’re…holy shit. Mom, why?”
“You were always such a milquetoast. I’ve tried to get you to toughen up throughout your life. Remember when I made you try out for soccer and the coach said you were the first player he had ever seen who was suspended for an accumulation of diving yellow cards? And then there was that wilderness school I sent you to where you got lost and they had to send in the search and rescue. Then I signed you up for wood shop in high school and you almost cut off your pinkie with a table saw.”
I sighed. My mom sighed. The cows all sighed, then mom continued.
“Look, sweetheart. Nina and I want the best for you. And Lucy was…well, persuasive is too gentle a term. Pushy probably would be a better choice. That, and Nina has always had a thing for cows, so this seemed like a logical way to bring you out of your shell. And it seems like it worked, you really told those cows what to do. I have to admit though, I have moments when I wonder if I should have let Lucy talk me into this.”
There was a lot of silence. I glared at my mother-in-law.
My mom added “That said, I honestly wish I had a video of you forcing Lucy between Nina’s thighs. Hah!”
That got giggles from all the cows – except Lucy, who frowned. I continued glaring at my mother-in-law.
“So…are you saying you want to become a cow and join the herd?” I asked. This was an unexpected twist.
“24 hours ago, my answer would have been a definite ‘no’. Hearing about what has happened this evening makes me wonder. I don’t know, but after what you did to Lucy and Nina, you really can’t deny me if I decide I want to join you.”
I gulped. By forcing Lucy and her daughters to have sex, I had just painted myself into a corner.
“But,” mom concluded, “as of right now I am not ready to take that leap.”
I felt relieved. Then I felt hypocritical for feeling relieved. Then the image of fucking my mom as a cow popped into my head and I felt horny about that image. Then I felt weird about feeling horny about that image.
I shook my head to try to clear the cobwebs.
Lucy spoke to my mom. “You seriously should reconsider. Take a good look at that dick pick I sent you. Mama mia!”
“Lucy!” I said. “What my mom decides – one way or the other – is her choice. You are not the bull. I am. Got it, bitch?”
My mother-in-law seemed, for the first time, to sort of realize she had done something bad. She almost looked slightly mollified even. What a shocker.
I continued, turning back to my mother. “Mom, this is your decision, not mine. I will respect whatever you decide.” My pride tasted bitter going down, but it felt good in a way. Integrity isn’t always tasty at first, but the aftertaste is always sweet.
“Thank you Brendan.”
I took a moment to run through all the things we had discussed right before she called, then we wrapped up and hung up.
“We’ve been bad cows, haven’t we?” Angela said when the phone call was over.
I nodded.
“Bad cows have to spanked,” Nina pointed out.
“Hog tied and spanked,” Angela added.
“Hog tied, spanked, and fucked hard by a big bull cock,” Lucy piled on.
“I wasn’t bad, but can I play too?” Helga asked.
Nina looked at me sheepishly. “I guess you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I happened to find a couple whips and paddles in the attic?”
I stared at the cows, not sure what to say, then decided that if that’s what they wanted, that’s what they would get. At least most of the cows would. Lucy I had other plans for. Her behavior had been reprehensible.
I ordered Nina to get a paddle and a moment later she returned with a wooden hand paddle that looked like it could leave some nice pink asses, and some rope. I gestured for them to follow me. When Lucy reached for a top to get dressed, I shook my head. They were going to do this naked.
I walked out into the lower level of the barn. Along one side were long-empty stalls where animals once had lived, with rusty tools filling most of the slots. Along the other wall were a rusted out tractor and bailer and a few other implements. And along the center, like a lot of other barns, were some support columns.
I think certain knowledge was automatically imparted to me when I became a bull, because even though I had never tied up a human being before, in short order I had the cows tied quite handily to columns. Helga and Angela were tied to one column, and Nina and her mom were tied to another column. The cows seemed to know what to do because as soon as their wrists were bound to the iron posts, they all immediately bent over, wiggling their perfect little asses in the air and leaning far enough down that their massive tits almost dragged on the floor. Nina and her mom had leaned forward and were kissing, and Angela and Helga were headed in that direction.
My bull cock was partially erect and pulsating as I walked around to the cows, feeling each of their asses, squeezing their big milky tits, sliding three or four fingers into their cunts and assholes, eliciting moans and thick streamers of grool from their slits and meaty sphincters. Puddles of milk were forming underneath their heavy udders as they were hot and horny in anticipation of what was to come.
I took the paddle Nina had given me and walked over to Lucy. I ran my fingers up her fleshy labia and her long, deep asshole. She moaned and begged me to spank her.
“This whole cow farm idea was yours, wasn’t it?” I said, sliding three fingers into her soaked asshole.
“It was Nina’s,” she protested, pulling her perfect lips away from her daughter’s mouth. “She always wanted a cow from when she was a kid.”
I looked at my wife, who shook her head.
“Nope, I always liked cows, but I never had the idea to try to become one until mom planted that idea in my mind,” Nina replied. “This whole setup was her idea, I just went along.”
“Is this true?” I asked her.
Lucy nodded then stared at the floor. “It is. Are you going to spank me now for being a bad cow?”
I had been rotating my fingers in my mother-in-law’s asshole as we talked, now I pinched her sphincter hard with my thumb – hard enough to hurt. She cursed at me. I used both fingers to pull her asshole open then teased the pink assflesh with the tip of my cock – but I didn’t actually penetrate her.
“No, not yet,” I said.
I moved to my wife, who looked up at me with big brown cow eyes. Her udders were hanging just above the ground and a steady stream of milk was trickling from the long brown nipples.
“Why did you go along?” I asked.
Nina sighed. “You were such a pushover, and I always let my mom push me around. It seemed harmless, though. I figured we could turn you into a bull and you would do what we said. We didn’t expect you’d take charge.”
“I see,” I said. I took the paddle and ran it up and down my wife’s perfectly sculpted ass then pulled it back and paddled her across her ass cheek. “You are a very bad cow.” I said, accentuating that with another stroke.
Nina squealed. “Spank me more,” she begged. “I’m a very, very naughty cow. Make my cow ass nice and pink!”
Like just about everything else that had taken place the past 24 hours, this was a new experience so I was going on feel, but I started spanking my wife’s ass. I paddled one side, then paddled the other. I slid three fingers into her cunt and the handle of the paddle into her ass. When I felt her come, I paddled some more. The slap of the wooden paddle on her ass cheeks echoed in the lower level of the barn.
Nina’s ass cheeks turned rosy pink and thick streamers of cow grool slid down her legs. Her big tits quaked with each stroke of the paddle, dribbling milk on the floor.
I pulled back and made like I was going to move to Lucy. She wiggled her ass and pushed it in my direction, but again I just stretched my mother-in-laws ass open, then left it that way. I moved past her to the other column where Angela and Helga were tied. Helga had her body pressed against the column and Angela was sucking hard on her big, milky tits. Thick streamers of saffron-tinged milk coated Angela’s face and both of their chests, trickling down to their patches of cow fur on their lower abdomen, and then down between their perfect thighs. I ran my fingers up Angela’s cunt, then slid three fingers into her meaty asshole.
“So what was your role in this?” I asked her.
“I helped my mother convince my sister,” she said, squeezing her asshole around my fingers and pressing the sphincter against my hand as if begging me to go deeper. I added another finger so I had four inside.
“So you helped pressure my wife to lie and manipulate me?”
“Yes,” Angela said. “I’ve been a very naughty cow. I deserve a good spanking.”
I didn’t stop paddling my sister-in-law’s ass until it was bright red, then I added a few more spanks. I gave her ass a quick fist and left it hanging open, then moved on to Helga.
“You didn’t do anything naughty, did you?” I asked her. She shook her head.
I spanked Helga just a little, enough to make her happy. Then I sent her back to the house to fetch the pumps, there was entirely too much milk going to waste. When she got back, I had her hook up the pumps to my wife.
While Nina’s tits were pumped, I slipped up behind her and pulled her back against my chest.
“I’m sorry your mother and sister pressured you,” I said. “Now that you see what it’s like, do you really want to be a cow?”
“Yes, I do,” she said. “But I only want it if you want me to be one.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s what I want,” I said. She turned her head to the side and we kissed. My bull cock was hard and throbbing and it slipped up between her legs.
“Fuck me,” Nina whispered in my ear. “I want your bull cock dumping its juice across my cow cervix.”
My bull cock didn’t have a pre-come setting, it just went straight to trickling semen, and a ropy strand was hanging from the tip. I leaned back and slipped my monster bull cock into my wife’s slit, pressing all the way in until my washboard stomach pressed against her sculpted ass. It only took a couple of strokes before the trickle of bull come from my cock became a flood and Nina got her wish that she be filled with my juices. I reached around and squeezed more milk from her tits as I dumped my load across her cervix.
After a dozen or so pulses, I slid my meat out of Nina’s slit, leaving it pink, gaped, and throbbing. Thick streamers of my bull come trickled out. I untied my wife and gestured for Helga to move the pumps to Angela. As soon as they were attached, I grabbed Angela by the horns and bent her over.
“Never, ever pressure another one of my cows, ever again, got it?” I said to her.
Angela nodded meekly as I slid my nearly two-foot bull cock into her ass. My meat was still pulsing, and the ejaculation that had slowed picked up fresh once my meat was firmly into my sister-in-law’s ass. I roughly reached around and squeezed her tits, forcing more milk out into the jugs and getting a half-pleasure-half-pain moan from Angela. I only allowed her a few pulses of bull juice before I pulled out.
“I want more,” she begged.
“Next time,” I said. “I still want happy cows, but this is your punishment for pressuring my wife.” I slapped her ass hard and moved to Lucy.
Helga had already attached the pumps to Lucy’s nipples. I took the rope that I had used to tie up Helga and wrapped it around Lucy’s big udders, squeezing out more milk. Lucy looked up at me with big, sad, brown eyes.
“I really was a very bad cow, wasn’t I?” she said. This time there was no sense of playfulness in her voice. She honestly sounded remorseful.
“Yes, you were,” I said. I pushed her head down and slid the head of my cock into her asshole – but only the head. I allowed her two pulses of bull juice before pulling out and leaving her looking sad as lots of milk was roughly squeezed from her tits.
I turned to Helga.
“You weren’t a bad girl at all, were you?”
She shook her head.
“How do you want your juice?” I asked her. She backed up against a column and stood facing me, her mountainous tits hanging down, her legs slightly apart, her patch of cow fur above her big lobes. She used her fingers to part her cunt lips.
I put my hands on her ass cheeks, lifted her up, and slid her pussy down my bull cock all the way do the base. She moaned as I pushed her against the column and began pistoning my cock in and out of her cunt. She pressed her big chest against me, sending thick streamers of milk down my stomach, and wrapped her legs around my hips, pressing her cunt against my body and driving me as far inside as I could go. We kissed and I continued to stroke my bull meat in and out of her cow slit, my bull balls bouncing against her asshole. Pulse after pulse of my bull seed poured into her bare pussy, filling it up, and running out down her legs.
I turned to the other cows as we fucked.
“See, this is what awaits good cows. Don’t you want to be good cows?”
A murmur of assent ran through the other cows as I felt Helga come for the third or fourth time.
I pulled her off my body and we kissed. Then Then Nina and I stood in front of Nina’s mom, glaring down at her.
“This was all your idea, you absolute bitch,” I said.
Lucy nodded, looking very sad with her wrists still tied to the post, ropes still around her tits, and pumps still attached. Her unsatisfied body had barely been penetrated, and she hardly had any bull juice inside of her. I thought very seriously about leaving her there all night, but even though I wasn’t a milquetoast anymore, that didn’t mean I was cruel. I had Nina unhook the pumps.
“There will be no more shenanigans out of you, is that clear?” I said. Lucy nodded, looking like a very sad cow who had learned her lesson.
“I’m very sorry,” she said. “Can I get just a little more bull juice?”
I thought about denying her, but instead I bent my wife over and pressed my bull cock into her fleshy asshole, unleashing several shots of my thick bull semen into her anus. When I pulled out I pushed her stretched ass into her mother’s face.
“You’ll only get more bull juice if you suck it from your daughter’s cow girl asshole,” I said.
Somehow I wasn’t surprised in the least when Lucy dove into Nina’s gaped sphincter and sucked out my semen. My wife came at least twice as her mother ate her ass.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12a26mo/fields_of_daisies_and_clover_a_hucow_story_part
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