Page 26 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
Now it was definitely up in my throat, choking me from air and breath and words and thought too for good measure. The centaur had scrambled my brain in a way that was terrifying, but this was so much better, exciting and delicious. I was savoring every silky inch of the minotaurs crowding me between them, cock and flesh. I was hiccuping with appreciation over the gentle ridge halfway on Beck's length where he grew thicker, his pulse tangible. I was shivering into James's exploring hands, rolling back into his cock as it bumped and leaked its appreciation down my spine into the crease of my ass.
"I—I didn't just have my cunt—oh fuck, oh fuck, harder?—"
"Fuck, Beck, you gotta let me—" James gasped, guessing at what I'd started to say.
I let out a garbled stream of words as Beck lay back on the floor.
"Dallas, you don't want?—?”
"I want her soaked and limp. Ride her hard."
I managed to turn my head just enough to glare at the enormous minotaur—he was like one of those super bred muscle-monster bulls—but the corner of his mouth curled up in an obvious smile. Either he knew I was squeezing hard around Beck at his demand—which was possible, Beck's breath had stuttered in response—or he didn't care that I was trying to stare daggers at him.
James pressed the tip of his cock to my ass as Beck wrapped his arms around my back, holding me in place, and I nearly objected until I felt the eager rush of fluid, and his tender finger pushing it just inside my asshole, prepping me with a sweet burn.
I would've preferred lube, but I supposed they hadn't just been carrying it around with them.
"Lube," James bit out, and Dallas pulled a small bottle from his pocket.
"Thought you said no ladies were supposed to show up," I growled at Dallas because for some reason it wasfunto be angry with him. Maybe cause he let it roll right off with that smile on his face.
"Herds take care of each other till we find our heifer." And then Dallas unbuttoned just the first button of his jeans and reached inside, stroking himself.
I was about to tell him to pull the pants down and show me the goods, when Beck licked along my throat, pressing a broad and sweetly sucking kiss. I sighed and sagged into his warmth, reaching up to rub behind his broad black ears, grinning as they twitched happily at the touch. I twitched too as James pushed a slick finger inside of me. I hadn't tested out this enchantment yet while on the farm.
As a general rule, I think anal is for a serious relationship. But needs must and James was soft and sweet and?—
"Arughoiwnnnn!"
James grunted as I let out a foreign curse and clenched around three fingers, only stretching me briefly before tranding the fingers for the leaking head of his cock again. The magic did its work only as much as it had to, and the press of his fat cock head to the stubborn muscle of my asshole was a battle waged in flames, one inch at a time.
"Relax, princess," Dallas said, as James howled at my back but only snuggled closer.
"Maggie," I gritted out, as stubborn as my asshole, although even that was cheerfully giving way to the persistent cock that burrowed in.
James kissed the nape of my neck and his hands slid between Beck's and my chest, pinching hard at my nipples. It was a weak distraction but it did the trick, and suddenly I was sucking his length inside, a startling new collection of nerves popping off in excitement like fireworks. I screeched and squirmed, and gasped out curses and praises, and the two minotaurs holding me moaned and held fast as I fought for-for-
"More," I cried out.
I hadn't asked the witches about DP. I hoped this didn't fuck with my warranty or whatever.
And then that thick ridge hit my opening and Beck was grunting and puffing and James was licking my shoulder, and that was the last coherent thought I had aside from,deep, big, stuffed,andgood.
Good was an understatement.
This was unearthly. No one in their right mind would ever want to bethisfull, but that was okay with me because insanity was lovely in this moment. It was the green and honey scent of tulips, the brush of suede and silky fur, the weight of two massive bodies clasping you between them, and the spiraling tunnel of an orgasm that bit into my blood and refused to let me go.
I wailed, but my body wasn't my own, it belonged to the hands that were rocking it between two impossible lengths, neither one ever relenting. And if I could've spoken I might've asked that they stop pulling out quite so much because every time that ridged thickness went out and then back in again I wanted to cry. Not because it hurt because nothing had ever hurt in the history of time as far as I knew, but just because it was a reminder that this wassexand I hadn't just exploded into a nervous system and ascended to heaven.
A tongue found my lips and I opened to its pleading, and with it's entrance came a sudden explosion inside of me, a geyser of heat that scorched my insides, and the roar of a bellowing shout in the kiss.
Beck, I realized. My hands found his cheeks and I tried to kiss him back but my mouth and tongue were tiny compared to his. He trembled under me, bursting molten heat into me, until it came dribbling out between us, sticky and sweet and making my body's grind against his pubic bone slippery smooth.
I had been orgasming in a distant and too enormous way to really keep track of, but I enjoyed a smaller moment there, Beck groaning as I fluttered and clutched his softening length. My ass clenched and then I was buried under a bucking, shouting, soft boulder as James burst inside of me, a shocking gasp of liquid heat gushing through my body in an embarrassing flood.
"Fuuuuuck, so sweet, so tight, fuck," James muttered into my hair, as Beck and I stilled and waited for him to finish.
I turned my head to the side, receiving a long swiping tongue stroking up my throat, over my jaw and cheek, all the way to my temple, before James collapsed briefly on top of me. I had no chance of breathing and I didn't care because I was staring at the empty spot to our left that had previously been occupied.
