Daisy Learns to HUCOW

Daisy had to admit, for having a blizzard outside, it was nice and warm in here. She was sure she could sleep on the hay with a blanket better than anywhere in that house shared with the brothers. The only real options were the guy's beds and that wasn't going to happen. Buck turned to her saying. "We have some beef stew on, we'll bring it out in one hour. You should have mostly dry clothes by then, there's a clothesline over that metal radiator that will help. We'll eat out here if you don't mind, no room for company in the house. Fill your stomach and then you can decide about sleeping in that car." He looked at his brother saying. "Bo quit staring and follow me to the house." With that, they were gone.

The first thing Daisy did was hide in a stall and take off her cold wet clothes. She needed to get them on the clothesline right away. No matter what happened she would need dry clothes. Next, she wrapped herself in the large blankets and used some leather straps to make a belt. This was ok, but not great. Too much movement would leave her with a wardrobe malfunction she just couldn't live with. So with with her temporary cover in place, what she needed now was to see the clothes in the third stall, how bad could they be? She wasn't disappointed in the degree of shock it delivered, there in a makeshift closet were all styles of clothes with a white and black cow print. There was even a rack full of 'cow ear' headbands and both long and short cow horn caps. She couldn't help but notice they were all for girls her size.

Looking to make sure she was out of sight, she tried on a cow print onesie. It covered everything but her breasts which hung through the two holes in the top. She took it off because it disgusted her. Then there was a couple of fur thigh-high boots with hooves for shoes. She had to know what that felt like. She pulled them up with no other clothes on her body, she could actually walk in them. She found a vest in cow print and put that on. Looking in a full mirror with no panties on, this outfit made her feel sexy. If her husband had seen her dressed like this, he never would have left her.

Maybe she was too closed-minded to other ways, or too strong-willed of a woman for him. That's when she found a cow print bikini bottom. Holding it to her nose she could smell the laundry detergent, it had been cleaned. Looking over where she had found the thigh-high cow boots, there were two long gloves covered in cow fur that she put on her arms. They too had hooves on the ends. Looking in the mirror she could see why this kink got the brothers hot and bothered, it was sexy as hell. Quickly she undressed putting the stuff back on the shelf and putting the blankets on with the leather belt.

Only then did she feel right about taking the time to look through the rest of the cow clothes. Of all the things there that shocked her, it was the cow tails that shocked her most. The tails were hooked to a plug that clearly went in your butt. The idea of walking around with this plug in your butt was crazy, the fact that the plugs were in sizes that increased was just too much to think about. She looked at her watch, twenty minutes had passed. Checking her clothes she found them almost hot, but still very much wet. She couldn't put those back on after just getting her skin dry. She would have to look for something else.

The next stall had skincare items and lotions. What caught her eye was one with cow print on it, 'Udderly Smooth'. It was a moisturizing body cream, but for who's body? The women in those pictures or Elsa next door? It hadn't been opened so she took the liberty of trying some, it felt really good. If there was one thing these heavy horse blankets were showing her, it was that winter had given her dry skin.

Looking at the other products on the shelves, there was something that didn't belong. It was a cheap video camera with a month or two of dust on it. Blowing off the dust she hit the power button, there wasn't much left in the battery and there was no charger in sight. Acting fast she thumbed through the screens and hit play.

There on the screen was a woman in what Daisy guessed was a milking station. Sure enough, along the wall she could see the very same station. This woman was dressed in a nicer cow outfit than any of the ones she had seen in the stall. She tried to see if this was one of the women from the wall pictures, but she just couldn't remember.

This outfit also had holes for the breasts, only there wasn't any fabric between her legs. Soon Buck was in the frame wearing a pair of overalls with no shirt and looking very manly. He was actually handsome when she wasn't fearing for her life. Then Bo stepped into frame dressed the same. She could see their strong muscles as they moved around the platform securing their female calf.

Next, they started petting her and rubbing her behind the ears like you would a real calf. She was the soul focus being the center of attention to both young men. They had her calmed while also restrained, she was helpless to fight off their advances. That's when Buck grabbed the same type of moisturizer and started to apply it to all exposed skin. They seemed to wait until the end before both men thoroughly rubbed the lotion into her oversized breasts.

It was a very slow and sexual scene and the woman's face showed she was in heaven. It reminded Daisy of one of those high-priced massages at a fancy hotel. They were rubbing her breasts, but in an almost professional way. Then Buck stepped to the opening between her legs and started massaging there too. With Bo standing at the front still working the breasts and Buck at the back clearly working her clit and pussy, the woman had an orgasm for the ages. Daisy couldn't help but notice that Bo's zipper was right at the woman's face level and Buck's crotch was even with the opening of her sex. Still, neither man took advantage of the woman who couldn't escape her restraints if she tried.

Bo stepped away and when he returned he held what were obviously two milking cups, Buck leaned back turning on a machine as Bo slipped the cups onto her breasts. It was the look of pleasure on the lady's face that surprised Daisy, this woman was loving it. They stroked her hair and rubbed her sides the way she could imagine them doing to a real cow. That's when the batteries went dead, but she had seen enough. Watching the loving way they stroked this woman's body had her own breasts starting to ache for attention. Seeing the way the men held back on taking advantage of her when she was helpless let her know these guys were trustworthy.

Seeing the gentleness in the guy's actions and the restraint they exercised around a nude female, Daisy came up with a crazy idea. She would layer the cow outfits making sure she was fully covered in every way. She could let her clothes dry while not risking one of the blankets falling off. She wasn't going to wear anything that was too crazy like cowbells, hooves, or horns. But Daisy had seen women wear cow print to Walmart, these were just clothes that weren't wet that would get her through dinner. With that she got dressed to meet the boys in a way she felt didn't compromise her too much.

Daisy still had twenty minutes before the guys would be bringing stew, she wanted a better knowledge of her surroundings. Walking to the end of what she now thought of as the milking room, there was a hidden nook with a table and chairs. Against one wall there was a sink and a refrigerator that was propped open, it was unplugged. Seeing that the table didn't have any dust on it she was sure it got regular use. This must be where they were going to eat.

She felt she would do her part to get this area ready for a meal. She found a drawer with plastic utensils and used paper towels for napkins. She soon had the nook clean and ready for a meal. There was a stronger hay smell by the door in the back of the nook, but she didn't need to check that out figuring it was full of hay bales. She still had ten minutes, she had to check out the milking area across from the stalls. It was where the video had been filmed.

There were actually three milking stations with the first being the one the woman was in. The third looked to be set up for a real cow and the middle one for something in-between. They were all roughly the same with parallel bars running down the sides about the length of a cow that would keep them from moving sideways. The human one had softer straps covered in lamb skin and these were attached to the parallel type bars.

Running her fingers over the soft straps brought the video to mind. She took one of the wrist straps placing it around her wrist, it was soft in a very secure way, there would be no getting out of this once it was put on. These wrist and ankle straps would really be lower leg straps with her on all fours like a cow. There were two wider straps that would support the body across the middle, one on the ribs a little below the breasts and another just below the stomach. Going to the end of the machine she looked around before leaning over and letting the straps support her weight, it was amazingly balanced and comfortable.

She quickly got up not wanting to be found like this if the guys were early. Hanging from rubber hoses were the two breast cups and looking she saw the switch that turned the machine on. There on a shelf was another container of 'Udderly Smooth' along with cleaning supplies and alcohol bottles she was sure helped sterilize this thing. She heard voices in the distance and moved back to stand by the first stall.

Sure enough, she heard doors opening and footsteps entering the hall as Buck carried a crockpot into the room. Looking at their guest the guys found her wearing all cow print. With the young men being into the HUCOW kink, she realized she would almost have been better mostly naked and in blankets than like this. Bo shouted. "HUCOW! HUCOW!" Seeing her head to toe in cow print was hot and had him going. She was wearing the onesie with the big breast holes, only where the breast holes had been cut out, she had on another top that had cloth where the holes were. For underwear she was wearing the cow print bikini, not that they were going to see it. As much as it covered, it didn't hide the fact she had the perfect figure for these clothes, big breasts and all.

"Bo, manners! She had no other choice but to wear this, that or catch pneumonia" The guys walked past her and to the table surprised to see it ready for eating. Bo was carrying what looked like potato salad and a case of beer. Buck set the food on the table and looked at the work that had been done, he was pleased with her and for some reason making him happy gave her a shiver.

"We wiped off our boots and hung up our jackets in the hall, we didn't want to track snow in here and get the room all wet just in case you choose this over your truck. I have to tell you, the snow has really come down in the last hour. By tomorrow we'll have to shovel a path just to get out here." The guys gave each other a knowing glance, they could smell the cow-style moisturizer and knew she was wearing it. It would be hard to ignore this.

As Daisy took her seat at the table, a cold feeling between her legs let her know something wasn't right. Without drawing attention, she passed her hand between her legs to find that there was no crotch in this outfit. The only thing down there covering her sex was the tiny cow print bikini bottom and it didn't cover much. Had they seen her bare inner thighs on each side of the bikini? How much did this thing gap open as she walked to her seat? Had she flashed them without even knowing? There were a few folds of material down there like a cow, they might not have seen a thing. But the thought they had gave her a warm tingling feeling.

Buck popped a beer for everyone without even asking, seems iced tea or a soft drink was out of the question. It was ok, it would help calm her nerves after finding out she was wearing a crotchless cow suit. Well that and the great stew, she had never tasted a better stew. "This stew, I have never tasted stew this good before." She saw Buck smile, it was the first time since meeting him that they weren't ready to start a fight.

"Here we do cattle, corn, and soybeans." He saw her glance at the milking machines. "We also have an acre of land for personal gardening, that's part of the taste. All the vegetables were grown out there and the creamy sauce is thanks to Elsa's milk." He took pride in the fact that they were almost self-sufficient. "Great taste, low cost, and no preservatives." He beamed with the fact she found his cooking tasty, being from the city with all their fancy restaurants this wasn't guaranteed.

There wasn't a lot of talk at the table, mostly eating all they could of the beef stew. Here they were in the same room as the milking machines with her in cow print clothes with them all acting like this was normal. But It was killing Daisy not to talk about the elephant in the room.

Buck cringed when he heard Daisy ask. "So Betsy has a Ph.D., when this spring will she be coming back?" Things had been going so well over dinner and now this could easily make them adversaries again. But did it really matter if this woman liked him or not? She would be gone once the weather broke. It was clear what they did here greatly disturbed her.

"She'll be back once there are no more freeze warnings. She travels around sticking mostly to the warmer climates." He saw Daisy roll her eyes saying. "It must be nice." He just said. "It is nice, the last email I got said she had arrived in Honolulu safe and sound. She's a self-published writer and a web page designer so it's not like she has to stay in one place to work."

Daisy perked up hearing there was internet. "Could I get online? I have friends I would like to check with and I need to get ahold of work." Buck looked down at his phone and then up at her. He just said. "Our internet is through our satellite TV service. We don't get cell reception out here in this part of the county, so WiFi is our only link to the outside world. We haven't had satellite TV since the blizzard blew in and my phone says there's no WiFi from the house yet. If you like I can give you the Connection details and you can keep checking to see when it's back up."

Daisy just entered the name and password finding it was still down. But that wasn't what she really wanted to know. "So this Betsy, is she like your girlfriend?" God did she sound like a school girl, 'Do you have a girlfriend? Would you like one?' She hated that she didn't put more thought into her words before speaking.

"No, more like a friend with benefits. As you saw on that wall, there are a number of women that travel in and out of our lives. Think of it as needing a break from the crazy world. They log their vacation at work and then come out here where there's no cell reception and half the time no internet. They'll decompress while living out the fantasy of farm life."

Daisy finished her second beer saying. "You mean the fantasy of being treated like a cow for a week." She looked at her clothes and busted out laughing. "I guess I don't have room to talk do I?" She shifted in her chair feeling the cold wood contacting her warm inner thighs. One or more of these women had worn this very outfit, orgasmed in the very outfit. They had their mouth at the right height for the men, their breasts hanging free, and she was sure at one point or another had been fucked through this slit while bound to a milking station.

Buck just continued not aware of her thoughts. "The HUCOW, that's short for human cow, is only part of their visit if at all. For some of the women, it's like visiting a dude ranch. They know of the HUCOW goings on here, but don't volunteer to be the cow. Still, there are some that come to spend time working the farm while others might be here for the cow kink. If they wish, they can take part in the milking and cow care too." Buck noticed he was the last one to finish eating, but he had also done the most talking.

Daisy popped another beer thinking about everything said. It was like a country-style swingers club she had stumbled into. Well, not really. But it was not a secret that sex was a part of the visit. "I bet you wouldn't feel the same way if it was you in the contraption instead of the woman. I mean there has to be some kind of power trip you get off on. Leading a woman around on a rope like a cow. Caring for her like a pet. You're a little too alpha male to submit to a woman, to be bound to a cage by a woman." She had downed that beer in record time. She felt like she had surely insulted him. But that's what you get for being the big man bossing women around.

"That's not so." He stopped talking realizing he didn't even know her name. He had not wanted to because it made her easier to push away when the weather broke. "How rude of me, what is your name miss?" Bo started laughing, his brother who hardly ever made a mistake had forgotten to get her name.

She used a less intimating volume saying, "Daisy" But she was still not sure he understood what she had just said.

"Well Miss Daisy, I'll have you know that I've spent my fair share of time in the milking station. It's not something I do often, but I agree to please the women I please if that's what they ask." He had been the cow, it was comforting to have the responsibility lifted from his shoulders while clocking out of his normal life for a simpler existence as a pampered cow.

Daisy just came out and said it. "I don't believe you, you'll have to prove it!" She was sure he would back off now that he was cornered. Buck just shrugged and moved to where the milking station was. 'Ok', she thought. 'He'll put some male version of the cups on and fake his way through being submissive'. But it only took a couple of seconds for his overalls to hit the floor and his flannel shirt to follow. There he stood naked in the room without a bit of shame. My god, was he a statue of the human form! He had a very firm ass, muscles on his arms and legs, and a cock that even though it was soft it was perfectly proportioned. He wasn't shy as he pulled a cow outfit from the milking station shelf. He stepped into it and like her onesie, there wasn't a secure crotch, his cock flopped right out through the opening. As she had done earlier, he lay his body over the straps of the center milking station and settled in.

"Bo, could you help her tighten the straps and work the other attachments?" Daisy was in shock, he was hanging there with his cock sticking out and it had her heart racing. She couldn't back out now, it was her mouth and determined mind that had gotten her into another mess and she wouldn't show weakness now. She chugged the rest of her beer and looked at Bo saying. "Ok Bo, I can handle farm life. Let's do this milking thing." She walked up to the milking station with more confidence than she really had.

He looked like a cow through the eyes of a woman that had just consumed five beers. She was hoping a cocky attitude would cover her awkwardness at seeing all this in real life. Bo reached for the shelf handing her cow hooves for Buck's hands and feet. Bo smiled saying. "Might as well do it right, right?"

Daisy just got down on her knees like this happened every day in her life. She couldn't help seeing his mighty cock as she slipped the hooves on him. Still trying to project cocky she reached out petting his cock like it was a kitten and said. "So he would be a bull then?" Bo smiled and retrieved a skull cap with two longer-than-normal horns. Buck just let out a sound that could have been a bull in the field somewhere. It scared her, but she tried not to show it.

Bo said. "I think you can handle strapping him in at the wrists and ankles." Then he stood back and watched her as she started securing his brother to the station. "You need to calm him while you do this. Stoke his back and rub his flanks." She did what he said, but she should have remembered this from the video. "Now for a bull it's not milking, no milking for bull. You see you have to collect sperm from the bull and inseminate the female so she doesn't get hurt in the mating process. You can mate them normal without inseminating, but there's always a chance you'll have to call the vet."