The Hucow Family Dairy Farm

It always starts with a silly joke. An offhand comment, ridiculous in nature, but borne out of concern. What I'm writing about today mostly concerns my sisters, and one in particular. Farm life can be eye opening. Being close to so many animals, from conception right through to death, and the many uses of farm animals brings to mind the similarities of all species, and the absurd delineation society creates between humans and animals, especially those animals we consider livestock.

As hinted earlier, we had cows, some dairy, some beef. We had all been involved in their care from a young age. Seeing bulls mount cows. Pink bull cocks unsheathed and dragging on the ground, covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Bulls mount steers. Cows mount cows. Steers mount... you get the picture, cows are horny and in my opinion are very bisexual. They smell/sniff/lick each others vulvas when they piss. A milking cow will sometimes let not just her own calf, but any cow suckle from her. Not always, but sometimes. And cows are not squeamish about which cow does this - their own calves, their sibling, their parents. This is not to say a herd of cows is a wild cow sex party. It's just things that happen, and they don't have the taboo hang ups that humans do. It's mind opening, and really destroys the silly rules human society has.

We milked some of our cows - mostly for our own use. Twice a day, early morning and evening. Of course we helped. Herding them into the dairy, getting them in the stalls, locking their heads into the trough for feeding. We always had more stalls than cows, 5 stalls in all. Wiping down their udders with a warm wet towel, squeezing each teat to make sure everything was okay. The running joke was the spare stall was open - we all had teats just like the cows. Especially mum and my sisters. But it wasn't until we were down to 2 milkers, 3 stalls free, that dad half joked 'okay you three girls, time to get in position', that my youngest sister, 18 at the time, replied 'okay dad, but I think mum has a head start on me and sis'. We all laughed, but she started stripping down, put her head into the lock and got down on all fours, ready like any cow. Dad made a comment about her udder size, she had very well developed breasts that hung nicely as she stood on all fours there. Good size for milking.

He washed her nipples with the warm towel, and attached some suction cups to her nipples, turning on the machine. I think mum and my elder sister were stuck in a realisation, they could be next, watching in awe as her breasts reacted exactly like any other cows udders, vibrating and stretching rhythmically with each suction of the machine. It was a warm day, and we were in the dairy, so the flies were plentiful. Flies are of course attracted to warm, wet, 'fragrant' things, like all cows vulvas, and my sister was no exception. She'd obviously never shaved or waxed, her hairy vulva on full view for all of us, and being on all fours, her labia were slightly parted, a sliver of pink hidden in between the darker, hairy lips. A small dribble of grool had started forming, attracting one or two flies, which dad had to keep brushing off. The tickle of the flies especially once they were trapped in the hair, buzzing to escape, and light brushing obviously making her more wet with every minute.

It took less than 5 minutes for my elder sister and mum, after staring in awe, to strip down themselves and get in position, without being asked. Mum was similar to my younger sister, unshaved for years, her clit much larger (NB she just had one of those big clits that never hides), her labia longer, allowing more of a gape. Her udders were massive when hanging, looking like she'd out produce even some of our regular cows. My elder sister didn't have quite as large udders, but her nipples were the most teat like of the three of them. She'd had laser hair removal for the last few years, so not a hair anywhere on her. Her vulva was completely pink and taught, lips pulling open as she got on all fours and spread, wetness dripping from her immediately. The sight of all three of them there, lined up, as milking livestock was just the beginning.

Dad and I watched as Mum and my two sisters had their first milking session. A full 20 minutes, while the 2 dairy cows got milked dry. Being their first time, my sisters did not produce any milk, and all three of their now fly covered vulvas were constantly running long drips of grool into puddles on the ground. Dad had given up brushing them off. Mum however, those udders of hers still able to produce just a small amount even after all these years. Only about half a litre, but it was the most creamy looking milk I'd ever seen. Pulling the suction cups of all three of them, they all breathed a sigh of relief. My older sister, Kate, with the final sharp stimulation of her nipples shuddered, her body contracting, a gush of clear liquid splashing from her vulva as she groaned, orgasming in front of Dad and I. "Looks like you thoroughly enjoyed that Kate, I bet you can't wait for tonight's milking then' said Dad, as he washed her now stretched, red nipples with the same cloth he cleaned the other cows teats with.

Kate's nipples, which were already exceptionally long and teat like, had really stretched with the 20 minutes of suction. Almost 5cm in length, red and swollen, I picked up the already opened and regularly used tub of udder ointment and started rubbing it into her breasts and nipples. Her whole body contracted every time I pulled and squeezed her elongated nipples. "A few more sessions Kate, and you'll have teats just like any other cow." I whispered in her ear. She nodded furiously "Yes please."

My younger sister, Sam, was next, her nipples were obviously stretched too, but not nearly so much. Mostly red and swollen. Rubbing in the herd udder ointment, she moaned softly "I want what Kate had, I'll do this as much as possible please," while whimpering as I massaged the ointment and stretched her nipples too. Mum was next, still droplets of milk on her nipples. Hers were not nearly as red, but had stretched significantly, just like Kate's. I grabbed one and gave it a little squeeze, milk squirting out. "Don't waste it on the ground," she said softly, "drink from me." Putting her nipple in my mouth, I sucked gently, getting the last few drops of milk from each of her breasts, now obviously deflated and empty. She moaned as I sucked each nipple. When I'd drank the last of her milk, I massaged the udder ointment into her nipples as well, all three of them now finished their first milking and aftercare, ready for their next session in a few hours.

"Now, who here is serious about this?" Dad asked, walking behind each of them, grabbing Kate on her right ass cheek, pulling it aside, so her vulva gaping slightly, Dad looking inside, inspecting her as if she was a heifer about to be inseminated. "Because if you're serious, training starts right now." He plunged a finger into Kate's gaping vulva, feeling her depth, as her vulva contracted around his finger, gushing liquid coming out beside. "Yes please Daddy farmer" - all three of them answered harmoniously. "Good. We're going to run a three month course here, and at the end of it you will be my prized and perfect dairy livestock. The envy of every dairy farmer in the world. This will be messy. This will be dirty. Your minds will be bend to my will, trained to be beasts, animals, farm livestock just like any of the other existing ones here." Nods of agreement came from all three, and Mum tried her best to moo, starting them all off, mooing in agreeance. "Good girls, we'll get you all prepared now, and hopefully before you know it you'll be productive milking animals too."

I went off and got the new livestock kit - it contained a small dose of livestock drench, some RFID livestock ear tags, some registration paperwork for beef & dairy livestock, and our farm branding iron. Paperwork was easy, matching RFID's, assigning them national herd numbers, recording their weight and general description (we filled them in as mixed breed white, short haired, meat and milk produce animals, export quality), signing off their details as beef & dairy livestock. Dad and I kept them locked in the stalls while we tagged each one of their left ears, making sure each RFID tag scanned onto the system and matched their papers. The benefit of giving them RFID tags was that we could theoretically sell their milk, and this also meant we could even sell them to other, bigger dairies where cows were milked more industrially by robots, if we every needed to. Last step was branding. Placing a small stock from the ground in their mouths to bite down on, each one of them had the farm brand - which was Dad's (and mine) initials, sizzled into their left ass cheek, never to be removed. Not going to lie, there was the smell of barbecued meat in the shed that day.