Page 14 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Good idea," he said, licking his lips as I laid back on the barely cushioned table. I spread my legs wide and for a moment he just stared at my cunt. Then he shook himself. "Not gonna take much. I'm just there, sweetheart. Just want you to cuddle me as I thrust."
I spread my legs wider in invitation and then blinked as he canted forward, cock not aimed to go inside of me, buton topof me. Ahhhh. I grinned. It was the first time I was really getting to handle a fully aroused centaur cock, and it was a daunting reality check. If not for the portal pussy, Lukas would've gone straightthroughme.
Don't think too hard about it, Frannie. Just cuddle the nice man's cock.
Lukas moaned and shuddered above me as I wrapped my arms and hands around his pulsing, slick length, kissing it where it bumped and nuzzled against my face, dribbling precum over my cheek. I licked at the drip and was pleasantly surprised to find he tasted a little like honey mead. His belly brushed down against me with every harsh breath, and I could hear the rough thump of his heartbeat above my head.
"You mean it 'bout being coated in me, filly?"
"Fuck yes," I rasped, shimmying up his length to kiss at his opening, slurping at the broad slit.
He bellowed and a thick but brief stream of arousal coated my mouth. He started to move and I stroked my hands up and down everywhere I could reach, even managed to knot my legs and raise my hips so he could stroke between my damp thighs.
"Oh, you are sweet. Never thought I'd find a girl like you, Fran—fuck, that's good, do that again."
Kisses and compliments, I thought, grinning, and then I pressed my tits together again and let him rub his length up and down against the lace cups of my bra.
"I asked them to make me extra tight," I said, moving to pet his belly before circling my hands around his cock, fingertips not quite meeting. "Hope you still fit."
"Ohhhh gooooood," he moaned above me. "Oh, I'm gonna be so good to you."
I blushed at the words. They were a little presumptuous. But it wasn't like I wasn't gonna let him try his best.
"There's a pretty little saddle we make for small mates who can ride us. A little beaded toy that gives you something to rub against as we gallop. I'm gonna run my hooves down to nothing till you can't even hold onto me. Make you so wet I can barely find my way in."
I whined and slurped at his tip every time it bucked and bumped into my face.
"We'll get a nice, soft bed and I'll put you on my cock before we sleep, fuck you a little anytime you fuss. We'll have to change the sheets every morning."
I used my hands to press him down against my clit and hitched my hips up in the rhythm of his motion. Arousal slipped over my breasts and throat, coating my mouth and tongue, and when he started to twitch and swell, I tightened the grip of my thighs, my hands, then followed his tip with a bobbing motion of my head.
"What a perfect filly. What a good girl. I know just the hanging saddle you mean. Hang you from my belly all fit and full and screaming yourself hoarse with pleasure all day long while I work the farm. Take such good care of?—"
And with that unfinished promise, he came. I squeezed my eyes shut, prepared by the sudden fluttering and pulse of his cock, arching my back so that the sudden onslaught would flood over my jaw and throat, but not into my nose.
His voice was loud and low, a muttering of approval and praise rushing out in a tangle of words, and he skipped backward, dragging his length through my grip, pouring cum out over my chest, my belly, down to cascade over my tenderly-cared-for sex. It was hot and slippery and sweet, and when I grabbed the head of his cock and used it against my clit he shook and shuddered, but let me finish with a cry and a trembling release. My legs slid free then, slapping down against the messy table, fluid dripping over me, over the edge, splatting down to the floor.
"Holy fuck," Lukas gasped, his cock already starting to settle and retreat as he backed up.
I blinked open my eyes and found his face high above mine, bright red streaks over his cheeks. He bent down, smearing the cum on my chin, but I tipped my head and caught his fingers, sucking them into my mouth.
He panted and blinked at me.
"You…you stay just like this. Gonna grab us some nice, clean towels," he said. He didn't move though, just let his gaze travel over me from head to well-coated and widely-parted thighs. He licked his lips and then a sudden stern expression set over his face, not the relaxed stupor I'd expected. His gaze met mine once more. "You're comin' home with me."
I beamed at him and nodded. He nodded back and straightened, pointing firmly at me.
"Stay just like that. Actually…fuck some of my cum into you with your fingers."
I gasped and reached between my thighs, following the order immediately, moaning and writhing on the table and laughing as I nearly slipped off.
"Good girl. Keep going. I'll be right back."
5. THE PERFECT FIT
“This isn't what I thought you meant when you said you were taking me home," I admitted, my eyes squeezed shut.
Lukas huffed, wiping away the dripping suds that ran down my forehead before they could reach my eyes. "I know what you thought I meant. We'll get to that. Tip your head back, honey."
