Page 6 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
I squeezed my eyes shut, tried to block out his voice, and focused on the sensations inside of me. Fire and velvet, being speared and being consumed, a soft mallet pounding against my heart as Calvin sank endlessly inside of me with every buck of his hips. A hoof knocked against my back and I yelped and fell to my knees, screaming as I seated myself onto his cock, sure it was so deep inside of me it was scrambling my brain.
Calvin kept thumping against the ground, fucking me in uneven bounces.
"Oh fuck, yes! Oh fuck, yes!" He was throbbing and I could feel the pulse of his cock echoing in my throat and inside of the walls of my sex, teasing me, the first real promise of howgoodthis might feel. "O-oh—fuck! Fuck! Noooo!Fuck!"
And then he was coming.
I yelped as a bright, wet heat scorched me from inside, so forcefully and somuchit actually shot me up his shaft by a few inches, the drag a pleasant accompaniment to the flood. Calvin squirmed like a fish dragged to the surface, throwing me side to side, too fastened on his length to do more than fall flat on his belly and hope I wasn't kicked again. Spurts of cum rushed into me and then back out, a clumsy ooze through the plug of his length inside of me.
Calvin whined, a high-pitched aching sound, and shuddered. "Too much. Off. Off. Oh, it?—"
I sighed, coarse hair tickling my breasts and clit so sweetly, wishing I had the time to actually enjoy the sensation.
Hands slipped at my shoulders, his grip too far away while I was fully stuffed on his thick cock.
"Off, please!" he gasped. "So hot!"
I pressed my hands to his body and slowly pulled myself off his dick, gritting my teeth against his whines the entire way.
"Urgh," Calvin muttered, staring at me blankly as I finally freed us both, now standing over him and dripping onto his belly and chest. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked it toward me. "Here. To wipe off."
Disappointing, I mused. The man. Not the cock. But still.
"If you want to come again, I can finger you," Calvin offered hopefully. "I'll probably be ready to go again by the time?—"
"That's okay," I said, feigning a bright smile. "I'm a one and done kind of gal."
He looked disappointed, but I pretended not to notice. "Okay. Want to stay at my place tonight?"
I sighed, wiping myself clean and ducking my head to hide my frown.
3. RUDE DUDE IN THE BARN
“Hey. Have you seen the new girl?"
I bit my lip and clenched my hands on the fistfuls of hay in front of me.
The centaur I'd been working with, big and brawny and quiet, grunted as he heaved a bale of hay. "No."
"She's supposed to be here," Calvin said.
I rolled my eyes.
He'd been a little sour about my not going home with him the night of the picnic, but he'd been back at my cottage bright and early the next morning to escort me to the dining hall. He'd proceeded to parade me through the room, herding me in every direction, and keeping mefarfrom the tall bar table where the other centaurs stood around, even though it meant he had to stand awkwardly next to the empty picnic bench I'd eaten at.
After telling him I wasn't ready to make any declarations about a partner, I'd been dodging his sudden arrivals at my chore stations for the past two days. And I hadn't managed to get anywhere near the other centaurs. Until today, when I found myself assigned to throw fodder down from the rafters for a new arrival of piglets coming later in the week.
"She left."
"Thefarm?" Calvin squawked.
"The barn," the centaur said.
It was technically true. I was currently hidingbehindthe barn.
"Well, where did she go?" Calvin pressed.
There was only silence. Where Calvin had eagerly talked about himself—had eagerly gotten himself off too—the centaur I was working with today had grunted through my few questions and killed any attempt at conversation I'd tried to make. I was trying not to take the obvious rejection personally, even if he was the first centaur I had the opportunity to talk to after the Calvin debacle.
