Page 5 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
For a moment, I debated letting Calvin down gently. He would meet another young woman who was more interested in kissinghimthan just testing the stretch of her brand new magical vagina. We could be friends?—
No, don't be ridiculous, Frannie; he didn't ask you a single question about yourself.He's young and he just wants to get laid. Like you do.
"Sure," I said, reaching for the buttons on the front of my dress. I shrugged off the shoulders, pushing down the straps of my bra, and smiled as Calvin stared and groaned and his cock grew another couple of inches longer.
I wet my lips as the flat head pulsed eagerly. How much magic had they really worked on me? His cock was already long enough to reach my lungs, surely.
"I've done this before," Calvin said, breathlessly, as I lifted my skirt to shrug off my underwear.
I paused, slightly concerned by the stammer of his voice. Was he lying?
"I haven't with a centaur," I said, trying to bring some lightness to the moment.
He huffed out a half-laugh, but it was an automatic response. He was squirming on the picnic blanket, cock wagging and long, wheat-blond tail switching in the grass. His legs twitched as I approached and I stopped for a moment, afraid of getting knocked out by a kicking hoof.
"I'm fine. I'm ready," he rasped.
"I can see that," I teased.
He didn't laugh this time, just crunched in closer as I swung one leg over his broad belly and stared down at the massive red shaft beneath me.
"You'll have to put me in," Calvin said, gaze avid.
A nice bud of fluid welled on the fat head of his cock, and I reached for it with slightly shaking hands. Calvin bucked and moaned as I touched him, cock smacking into my palms as I spread his precum over the hot, tender head and then reached between my own legs with my messy hand. I was already wet, but he hadn't touched me here, and I thought I deserved at least a little foreplay.
"Please," Calvin whimpered. "Oh, fuck, please."
I fit three fingers into myself easily, the first proof of my transformation I'd managed to gain, and then took pity on the young centaur writhing on the plaid blanket. I shuffled up his body, circling my hands around his throbbing shaft, more fluid pooling. My breasts were hanging loose, and Calvin's eyes darted between them and my hands, his voice eager and wordless as I lifted him to my core.
For a moment, I thought the enchantment had failed. I pressed broad head of Calvin's cock to my sex and sighed at the heat, the slick surface, and the firm press of it against my body. It was too big, too broad. They might make me bigger on the inside, like the T.A.R.D.I.S., but they couldn't change the surface area of my pussy.
I sagged briefly in disappointment, and then Calvin and I let out twin notes of surprise as the tip of him pushed in.
Holy shit, it's working. Holy shit, it'sbig.
"Ohhhmigod," I moaned.
"More. More. More," Calvin panted, but he was thrashing, almost pulling himself out of my grip.
The stretch was not a burn but a long, dark warmth, the edge of an orgasm and the threat of an elastic band at its limit.
Calvin's body thumped against the ground and I shouted as he lodged himself inside. Three inches at once.
"Back up! Sit on me," Calvin snapped through his teeth. "Oh, fuck, more!"
I stumbled backward more out of surprise than obedience, and I ran into my own hands, my knuckles nudging against my neglected clit and lips.
"Ohh," I moaned and released him, my hands slapping down to his belly.
There was too much more of him to fit inside of me, and he was too thick, and my head was pounding and my heart wasflying,and there was sweat sprouting on the base of my back.
And then Calvin's hands reached for me. I arched, wanting a kiss or a touch or?—
He pressed at my shoulders, pushing me down.
I howled, unsteady, falling onto his cock, protest and acceptance ringing in my body in equal measure.Too much.
Calvin moaned and released me, falling back onto the ground again. "Oh, fuck yes. Oh, you're so tight. Oh, they made you so tight. Oh, fuck. More. More."
