Page 36 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
The first blooms of my orgasm were bursting me at the seams and I helped myself to rocking back, rubbing myself into the werewolf's crotch, his finger following without an objection.
"Please," I whispered.
"Maybe considering a few," the werewolf answered.
The other man laughed as I snarled.A few. Was he trappinga fewwomen in situations like this and just seeing which of us handled it better? Or, since he was crazy, did he want someone who gave him a lot of shit?
I grunted and started bucking back harder, the walls of the coop rattling with me. I grinned, feral and ferocious as my werewolf wobbled and thrust back just as hard into me. I yelped and he barked.
"You know how it is. Lotta pretty girls round here."
"Sure are. Sure are. Good luck, bud!"
"Fuck you, and fuck your friend, and?—"
"I know, berry, I know," he laughed, turning his voice to a grating imitation of a feminine squeak. "And fuck me."
Which he did, sharp and rough and hard and deep, and it only took three thrusts for me to howl and milk his cock as I clenched and squeezed and scorched his length with my appreciation. His hand on my hip vanished, and then claws splintered the wood over my head and the entire coop groaned and shook and threatened to come crashing down on top of me as he slammed into me with all the selfish and brutal intent I'd been thinking about nonstop since the day before.
I came again, with the simple provocation of him pressing down on my clit, and the pure animalistic force of his fucking.
He came too, a single board of the wall cracking in his grip, and we groaned together as he spurted inside of me, over and over again, as if he might never stop.
He did, abruptly, and I bit down on my wrist as he pulled out of me and stepped away. "Cover up, berry, I'll distract them."
Because of course someone had heard us in all that racket. Something soft and warm covered my back and when I scooted backward, the board he'd broken made my path out of the hole easy again.
I crawled out of the chicken coop, feathers in my hair, scratches and pecks marking my arms, and found a blue and red flannel resting over my ass. I tied the sleeves around my waist and rose quickly, aware of the voices on the other side of the coop, just out of view. I wanted to duck around the corner andseethe bastard. But he was explaining away the noise and Iwas thenoise and somehow it was easier just to…turn tail and run.
And I thought again about reporting him to an agent, because surely this was against the rules, even if it was sort of on my super secret sex fantasy bucket list.
But if I had…it wouldn't have happened again.
3. THE TRACTOR
“OW!" I whined, blinking groggily up at the greasy machinery I'd just run my head into.
I had stirred as an old wheel squeaked, and my eyes had blinked open. I'd sat up in a start, and promptly brained myself against the underside of the tractor I was meant to be working on when really I was just hiding…and napping.
Mostly hiding. No longer napping. I rubbed my forehead, the pound of pain ringing through my skull, and found my skin sticky and streaked with black gunk.
Speaking of—I reached up and grabbed onto a pipe of undetermined use on the underbelly of the tractor.
"No!" I snapped, trying to drag myself back under the machinery and safely out of reach of?—
The warm, wide hands that had wrapped around my ankle pushed my knees apart. "I don't think you mean that, berry, and we're supposed to say what we mean."
I pouted. Damnit. Ihadactually thought I'd found a good hiding spot. And for once, my ass wasn't hanging out.
"I swear I'm not trying to make this easy for you," I murmured. I was on my back on the wheeled platform called a "creeper" meant for mechanics, and for once I could see a few details about my mystery werewolf. He had dark umber-brown fur, dense and soft, covering massively muscled arms. He was wearing another plaid flannel, this one yellow and black checked, rolled up cuffs just visible above his thick forearms.
Also thick, his cock was hanging out of his pants! It was a redder shade of brown, surprisingly lighter than his fur, with a pointed tip and veins just as vivid as I'd imagined. It grew decidedly heavier and girthier toward its base, and the more I stared at it, the more I realized it was growing longer, too.
His hand reached under my skirt to the top of my hip. I'd only brought one pair of overalls to my many dozens of skirts, and he'd ruined those, so now I was stuck with a defenseless wardrobe. I'd thought it would come in handy for easy access, but I'd meant it formyconvenience. Not the convenience of a werewolf with a habit of sneaking up on me.
Thick fingers cupped over my bare sex and the werewolf's chuckle made his cock jiggle. I still couldn't see his face.
"This evidence begs to differ," he said, and he turned his hand, brushing the shaggy furred backs of his fingers over my sex. I knew what he'd find. I'd been thinking about him before my nap. I'd definitely been dreaming of him during my nap. I was soaked.
