Page 20 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
I knew Calvin and probably even Barn Dude were smaller than Lukas, but it wasn't just that. They'd shoved me onto their cocks so fast I'd barely gotten a chance to really understand the full scope of the undertaking. Lukas held still above me, breathing roughly, and I rubbed my cheek against his chest, turning to kiss over the spot. My hands slid down from his back to wrap around the top of his front legs. When I was fully seated on him, those legs would be up around my head, but for now they were closely tucked by my elbows.
"You sure, filly?"
I kissed his chest again and he rumbled with pleasure.
"Fuck me, Lukas."
There was a moment of silence, probably a chance for me to stammer out that I changed my mind, and then Lukas’s hooves clapped against the floor. I shouted, hands tightening around his legs as they jumped up around my biceps. My body clamped on the invading length of cock, and Lukas shouted, clomping back a step. I tried to gather my voice, to tell him not to stop, but apparently that wasn't his intention because he was surging forward once more.
"Oh fuck, yes. You feel so good. You're so big. You're everything I want."
Lukas growled and drew back before leaping roughly forward. I howled as the dark, thick sheath that held his cock when it wasn't aroused bumped and pressed into my opening.
"Oh,fuck, Frannie, I feel like I'm dying inside of you," he gasped out.
Which was a shame because I wasalive, so wildly sensitive it was as if someone had lit my body up like a Christmas tree. Maybe when we had a mirror, I would see that I was illuminated.
"Please," I whimpered, briefly and absently concerned he might misinterpret the squeak of a word.
He didn't. He was moving, rocking inside of me, making me jolt and slide up the bed, before canting back to draw out, thrusting hard and suddenly back into me, forcing all the air from my lungs and thoughts from my head.
"Perfect pretty cunt, so tight," he snarled, moving steadily in and out of me. "God, you're fucking soaked. How can you be so wet, honey? Is it us together?"
"Yes," I managed, nodding and rubbing my cheek over his stomach. I used my hands around his legs to help draw myself down his length, Lukas quick to shove back deep inside of me and make me moan. "It's us. I can feel you, hot and slick inside of me. It's so good. So fucking good. Lukas, I wouldabsolutelywin."
"Win?" he rasped, his thrusts getting a little rougher, quicker.
I held my breath, savoring the slam of him that bruised and pounded me from the inside out.
"Whatcha gonna win, honey?" he repeated.
"Uhnnn, the—fuck!—the thing where you stay in me till I beg. Only—oh god, Lukas, yes!—Only thing I'm begging for is this. More!"
His laugh was ragged. "Jesus Christ, Frannie, we're gonna kill each other."
"Noo," I moaned, squeezing my legs around him, pressing myself up until his body rubbed against my clit, short-coated hair a little abrasive and perfectly delicious. "You can't die, baby, I need you. Oh, Lukas, I need you. I need you. Harder!"
My words lost meaning as he followed orders, and then lost any resemblance to words at all, just howls and cries of praise. I was coming, squeezing and milking his length, but it was dulled under the larger, swarming sensation of being so wholly possessed. At once consumed and also consuming, taking so much of another person into my body that it defied physics and could only be magic.
Lukas bellowed, hips snapping and cock drumming into my clasping cunt, and the sound reverberated through him and into me, sharpening the orgasm that tore me apart, layering another on top of the first. Lukas’s hot, thick cum was shooting into me, his cock bursting and pumping, swelling to force my body to stretch even further. I sobbed into his chest, the pair of us rutting at one another until the release was its own motion, his jetting cum forcing me inches up his length to make room for more, the slow path of it sliding between our fused flesh to leak out of me and onto the bed, up over my hips and down my thighs.
There was such a thing astoo much, apparently, because the world went soft and shockingly quiet for a little bit after that.
I came to as Lukas was easing his way out of me, a soft cry of refusal on my lips before I'd even finished waking up, my hands groping through slippery release to try and haul him back to me. Lukas hissed and arched down, catching my hands with his and folding my weak arms over my chest. He groaned and rested his head over our tangled grip, grunting as his cock finished withdrawing from me on its own retreat.
"You weren't kidding," he whispered.
I blinked at him, brain barely reigniting, and he looked up, grinning at me.
"You really would keep me in you until I begged out," he said.
Truth be told, I hadn't really known what I was doing, reaching for him again. And I was beginning to understand what he meant about wanting to kiss and hold during sex, because I'd missed looking at him and having his hands touch me the way they were now, all soothing and gentle. But I didn't want him to think I was a quitter just yet.
"I'm very greedy. I hope you're ready," I murmured.
Lukas hummed. His face was flushed and relaxed, wide and plush mouth smiling, heavy-lidded eyes drowsy. He looked younger, and almost bashful. He stretched my arms back, still holding my hands, and kissed over my chest, chaste presses if not for them settling occasionally on my nipples.
"Oh, I'm ready, honey," he murmured, and then grunted. "Or I will be shortly. But first, you remember what I said?"
