Page 4 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Have a picnic with me!" he blurted out.
And I thought I was eager.
The sun was still bright, although it would probably start setting soon. I could hear doors opening and shutting, other volunteers calling to one another. The dinner hall would be filling up, the perfect place to meet everyone for my first day.
"When?" I asked.
"Now," Calvin said immediately.
It was smart of him. Try and sweep me off my feet before I could meet any of the others. But therewereothers. One in particular I had managed a glimpse of.
Still, that was what the farm was for. Meeting monsters, deciding if any of them might suit for a lifetime, with the added bonus of better living. Calvin deserved as much a chance as any of them.
"All right," I said, nodding and fighting my grin as he whooshed and straightened, nearly hitting his head on the gutter above the porch.
"Great! Great. I…have everything set up."
Of course he did.
"Perfect," I answered, nodding. "Lead the way."
* * *
He was wiry with muscle, but his hands werestrong,gripping my ass with a fierce, possessive touch as he leaned over me. His tongue was…plundering. A little clumsy, but flatteringly passionate, and I smiled at every ragged moan and groan he released as we kissed.
My legs were spread wide, wrapped around his horse's chest, his legs half folded under his body. He squeezed me, lifting me, and I soothed my hands over his shoulders as he pulled away, panting.
The sun was setting behind me, making Calvin bright and fiery in the light, his pupils blown black and glowing as he stared down at me in wonder.
"You're a good kisser," he said with a too-sweet, crooked smile. He blushed again. He'd blushed as I'd eaten the strawberries I'd found in the basket, and he'd been blushing every time I looked back behind me as I walked.
I'd discovered that, yes, he was young, just twenty-three, but that centaurs ran on the same timeline as humans. Younger than me—a little young to be looking to settle down, I thought—but not outrageously so. He'd grown up with a nomadic herd of centaurs, but he'd always wanted a home to settle on. I'd asked about the other centaurs here and he'd glossed over a vague answer before telling me I had a pretty mouth.
I'd taken the invitation to kiss him.
Aside from how broad his lower body was, it was more or less like all my other experiences of kissing in life. Nice, slightly more complimentary than the average human man, and just arousing enough to leave me considering more.
"I might need to…" He paused, blinking at me. "Um…I might need to lift up a little."
I blinked back. His hands clenched my ass.
"Oh!" I said, and when I scooted back he released me quickly. I stood and licked my lips. "Can I…help?"
His eyes brightened and he beamed at me, nodding. He shifted his front legs and pushed himself halfway up, revealing the view I'd spent an inappropriate amount of time thinking about.
I'd helped myself to a glimpse of the sheath of his cock as he was arranging the picnic basket, but it'd really only been a dark collection of lumps between his hind legs. His cock was extending out now, red and glistening, flat head visibly pulsing as it jerked forward as if in greeting.
My pussy wept, and it was finally my turn to blush.
And then suddenly Calvin was rolling over, onto his back, legs raised up and his human torso curled, cock swaying with the sudden movement.
"Here, this will be easiest. You can just climb on and ride me," he said.
Well, then.
It wasn't exactly a seduction, unless you counted the clumsy kissing. And I should've felt bad. Calvin himself hadn't turned me on. I was just absolutely fetishizing that massive cock growing bigger and bigger by the second between his legs.
"Could I… can I see your breasts while we do it?" he asked.
