Page 25 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
The door banged open and several crates of tulip bulbs cracked open and spilled their wares across the floor. I gasped at the broad and bulky figure of the black minotaur standing in the doorway, but I didn't stop riding Beck's mouth, and my eyes didn't want to stay open as?—
"Right there, yes!" I shouted as Beck's tongue curled and found a very worthy spot to offer its focus.
I let my eyes shut as the other minotaurs stepped inside, their heavy hoofed steps making the boards beneath me vibrate.
"You want us to pull him off you, princess?"
Which was a fairly courteous and ridiculous question considering the way I was white knuckle gripping the dark horns in my hands to keep Beck's mouth close.
"It's fuckingMaggie," I snarled opening my eyes just enough to glare at Mr. Chatty.
The door remained hanging open this time, and the brown minotaur stepped gingerly around the bulbs, rounding Beck on the floor.
"Maggie," he said, and his voice was lovely and melodic. "I'm James, you've met Beckett, and that's Dallas."
I whined as Beck changed tact, keeping me at the edge rather than finishing me off. James helped himself to kneeling at my head and it offered me an all too clear view of the bulge expanding at his crotch, now cleverly poised above my face.
Oh dear, I thought, but it was not fear that pooled on Beck's thirsty tongue.
"I'm afraid you've happened upon us at the edge of our rutting season," James said and soft hands reached for the hem of my shirt, his gentle broad face staring down at me as he paused. "Do you mind?"
I licked my lips and James did the same, that swelling shadow at my head growing a little thicker.
Did I mind? Did I mind that I had a tongue no less than six inches deep inside of me? Did I mind that I had two minotaurs watching me get my life force licked out of my pussy? I hauled in air as Beck returned to rubbing my gspot with his lovely long tongue.
Did I mind that I was going to get thrice used and hung out to dry one more time before I left the farm for good?
"I suppose not," I said sighing.
James pulled my shirt up over my head, obscuring my view, and I had to release Beck's horns to let him finish undressing me. My shorts were ruined and presumably my panties too, but at least I'd have my shirt to walk out of here with. Beck took the opportunity of freedom not to retreat but instead to snarl and snuggle closer, now working relentlessly inside of me.
My eyes were shut and I was moaning as James tossed away my shirt, pushed down the cups of my bra, helping himself to a hearty squeeze. I was busy working my way up a steep cliff, my hands grappling at the sheet beneath me, when a long and heavy rod struck my chest.
I opened my eyes to find a thick cylindrical cock on offering above me, and the biggest pair of balls I'd ever seen. And they looked like velvet. I arched into the rising orgasm, and sucked a kiss to the heavy sac above me. James bellowed and our hands fumbled together as I reached up to circle his massive length. My fingers just barely met in a circle around him and he immediately started to thrust into their grip, guiding my wrists to squeeze tighter.
"What a sweet piece of luck she is," someone said and it took me a hazy moment at the brink of ecstasy to realize it was Dallas and he'd moved closer.
And then I was moaning into my kiss on James's flesh, working myself on Beck's retreating tongue, trying to milk the pleasure just a little longer. But he left me empty—typical, I thought—and I finished with a whine, clenching on nothing.
"Mine first," a dark voice snarled, and then my aftershocks exploded as I was stretched and hammered by a cock no less impressive than the one spilling precum between my breasts.
Dallas chuckled. "You earned it, Beck."
I moaned and released James's balls from my tongue and lips, tipping my head to the side to find Beckett between my thighs. His pale stomach was tense, anddear godhe was only halfway in.
The magic used on my body to accomodate a wider range of cock—the centaur had been way too big, but he certainly hadn't minded—didn't prevent you from understandingexactlyhow much you were taking. It just made sure you didn't rearrange your organs in the process. If anything, I was five times as sensitive as I had been before, as if nerves had been added or stretched. And there was no way to watch inch after inch afterinchsink in and still see more to go, and not expect my stomach to start expanding. It didn't, but there was a confusing double sensation that either the brain or the magic provided, that did make it clear how deep inside of me the cockwouldreach.
And with Beck, it seemed to stop directly at my heart.
Don't do this. Thrice used and then dropped like a rag, Maggie. I had been thrice used. I would be again. At least this time I saw it coming.
Beck's mouth hung open slightly, eyes rolled back to reveal a little white, and it was such a mindless expression, so entirely lost, that I preened briefly at being able to undo such magnificence. And then he sank back on his heels, cock silky wet from my orgasm, and still comfortably lodged several inches inside of me, and I whimpered at the loss. When he slammed back in, I was sure I levitated.
"Ahhh, fuck, yes!"
Dallas and James chuckled but Beck was busy, thrusting and grunting.Rutting. Beautiful and desperate, his hands tight on my hips, pulling me a fraction closer with every thrust, tugging me away from James one inch at time. The soft and shaggy minotaur took the theft gamely, sliding away and then moving his hands beneath my shoulders.
"I wanna touch," he said, and then I howled as he lifted me up and I slid directly down to the base of Beck's cock.
