~Click~
~Click~
~Click~
Oliver's dark and quiet room resonates with the sound of his index finger clicking on his mouse every few seconds as he browses through Craig's list, looking for a job that would pay enough to allow him to pay his bills.
He clicks his tongue in irritation as the list refreshes, revealing nothing worth his time nor patience. "Come ooooon! These guy are so fucking stingy with the salary like what the fuck?!" He glances over to his phone, 1:23 am. "I'm gonna need to get some sleep soon..." Just as he decides to close his browser and turn in for the night, a new announce pops on the site, freshly posted by a certain Lydia Price. Oliver shrugs and clicks on it to check it out. 'Hello, I own a farm right outside of town and I'm looking for someone to help with the manual work and taking care of the cattle.'
The young man raises an eyebrow. He has pretty much zero experience with this type of work but he figures it will mainly be physical labor and such so he could probably handle it. His eyes shift to the pay and his face instantly lights up. "Damn! Do they usually pay that much for that? I've been missing out! And she offers housing too?!" He exclaims, clearly surprised by what he's reading. He quickly applies and the not even two minutes pass before he gets a reply.
'That's great, but keep in mind this is a very demanding job, physically, I mean. I'm going to need proof that you are able to keep up the pace. Send me a picture of you, shirtless. You don't have to show your face, but it would help to see who I'm dealing with.'
Oliver bites his cheek, this is a strange ask, but then again, with the way she phrased it, it makes sense, at least to him. "Fuck it." He says before switching on the light of his room and taking off his shirt. He glances at his reflection in the mirror; A handsome 21 years old young man. Blond hair that go down his neck, green eyes, pretty face, the whole shebang. A solid 5 feet 10 tall, lean and slightly muscular build with flawless and lightly tanned skin. "Guess it's time to see if that membership at the gym paid off." He mumbles before snapping a couple of pictures, one with the whole body and another, with a close up on his bare, hairless upper body.
He waits for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes after sending them but no response. "Probably has a ton of these pictures to review..." He thinks. He puts down his phone on his night stand and flops on his messy bed. he crawls under the covers and closes his eyes, letting himself drift to sleep land.
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~The next day.~
Oliver's days have been pretty samey for the past few weeks. Since he's been fired from his last job, all he's been doing everyday was wake, coffee, stretch and a quick twenty five minute's workout, then he spends the rest of his day on his computer hunting for a job. Today is not so different, save for one thing. He actually gets a reply this time.
"Hey, I'd like to hire you to work at my farm, if you're still looking for honest work."
Lydia, the woman that asked him pictures just last night seems interested. "She either liked what she saw or I was the only guy desperate enough to send her snaps..." Oliver wonders for a second before brushing those needless thoughts aside and replies with a strong yes to the offer.
"Good, then pack your shit and be here by the end of the day so you can start tomorrow. Here's the address." The message has a location attached to it.
Oliver checks the address on the internet and makes sure he isn't walking into a death trap or some random cannibal hillbilly farm. After a ten minutes background check, all seems clear and the young man begins packing his things. He isn't bringing much with him, just some clothes, his phone charger and his laptop. He fits all that in a backpack and hits the road.
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~Five hours later~
After taking two buses, getting lost three times and walking for an hour and a half, he finally manages to reach the Price residence and his jaw almost drops at what he sees. In front of him, lies a giant mansion that could fit his whole building, the place is surrounded by a high metallic fence that joins into an imposing gates. Oliver gulps, feeling like he's about to walk into a whole different world as he approaches the gates. Just as he raises his hand to knock, the slowly swing open, revealing a tall, slightly mature and well built woman with a curvaceous figure. She has cute curly brown hair that seem to reach her shoulders and hypnotizing hazel colored eyes that capture the boy's full attention. She is wearing a sleeveless shirt with the top three buttons open, surely to let allow her massive D cup melons to breath. Denim short shorts showing off her beautifully tanned skin and impressive quads and calves, not to mention her muscular arms that would put most of the young man's gym friends to shame, at least those that don't juice up.
"Oh hi, you must be the young man I'm expecting, yes?" She asks, her voice sweet like honey yet holding an undertone of dominance to it.
"Y-yes that would be me!" Oliver stammers in a rather meek tone that is way below his normal confidence, making it obvious that he's quite intimidated by the older woman.
The tall woman looks over his shoulders. "Did you bring anything? You'll be staying here for a while." She inquires, clearly wondering why the young man doesn't seem to have any baggage.
"No, it's just the basics, I don't have much, to be honest, it should be fine." Oliver explains and Lydia humms before she begins walking, gesturing for him to follow.
"So, from what you said in your résumé, you don't have much experience with farming, is this correct?." She says, more rhetorically than anything else. "Not to worry, the work I need help with doesn't require much sophisticated knowledge or anything like that, really." She explains, which reassures Oliver a little bit. They continue walking for a good five minutes and on their way to the mansion sized house where the boy assumes he'll also be staying, Lydia runs him through what the buildings they see on the sides are and how he will be tending to them. Oliver does his best to try to remember everything but is quickly overwhelmed by the amount of information. "Did you get all that?" The woman asks as they reach the porch.
"Euh...I'm more of a learn by doing it type of guy..." He says, scratching the back of his head, a nervous smile on his face. "...But I'm a quick learner so, It should only take me a few minutes to get familiarized with the tasks." He confidently adds.
The woman grins and scoffs. "I guess we shall see, tomorrow, then." She twists the handle and opens the door. "Have you eaten yet?" She asks as Oliver follows her inside the house.
The young man raises an eyebrow at that and checks his phone for the time. "Uhm, it's only six thirty... I don't usually eat dinner that early..."
"Oh, that's right, forgot to mention..." The woman turns to him. "We, farmers live a bit differently that you city peeps. You'll have to get used to go to bed by eight and wake up at five in the morning to get to work."
"O-oh...I see...well, in that case, I can whip myself up a sandwich or something..." He offers, not wanting to be a burden on the first day, even if the house seems big enough that there are probably enough ingredients to cook an entire banquet.
"Well, that's sweet, but you are my guest and you won't be living here for free. It would only make sense if I'm the one making dinner for you, right?" She says, taking her boots off before walking further into the house and beckons Oliver to follow her to the kitchen. "I have some meat thawing out on the counter so it'll take me a while before I'm finished with that, go ahead and pick out a room, just pick whichever ones that are free, I'll give you a tour after I'm done."
Oliver blinks a few times. "Sure... I'll just put my bag in a room then..." The young man mutters and looks around, searching for the stairs to the upper floor. After a quick glance, he spots them and quickly takes his back and makes his way there. As he looks through the doors, he realizes that they're all bedrooms with at least two beds in each one, most likely a dorm type of arrangement. He tries to find one with the least amount of dust on it, signifying it's being used the most but with a few beds free in each of the rooms, he's not quite sure which is the most likely one. He sighs, shrugs and simply enters a random room that doesn't seem too messy. He takes a seat on one of the bed and waits for the woman to give him a tour of the place. He picks up his phone to pass the time but can't quite manage to stay concentrated. "Fuck it, might as well take a nap..." He mumbles before laying down and closes his eyes, the sound of his soon to be employer cooking lulling him to sleep.
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~A few hours later~
Oliver is woken from his 'nap' by loud banging coming from outside his window. "Euh... What the...?" He wonders, letting out a yawn and rubbing his eyes awake. He peers through the only window in his room and sees a barn a few dozen feet away. He quickly makes the assumption that it must be the cows or whatever animals they have in there that are making a ruckus. He turns around and sees a platter with a bell at the foot of his door. "Oh shit! Forgot about the dinner!" He hisses, checking the time on his phone. "Damn, that walk really tired me out, passed out for three whole hours!" He gets to the plater and removes the bell, revealing a succulent scent that invades his nostrils and draws a hum out of him. Lydia had prepared a delicious stake with some broccoli and steamed potatoes on the side for him. Although the meal is not fresh, it is still somewhat warm thanks to the bell. There is also a note on the side a cute "Read me." Written in a beautiful handwriting. The boy picks it up and reads it. "Good evening Oliver, I hope you don't mind me calling you by your first name. I see that the trip drained you so I let you sleep. Enjoy this meal and let's get to work tomorrow." He hums, surprised by her concern and the kindness, he savors the dish, quickly eating every bits of it and returns to bed, eager to get to work for this generous and quite attractive woman in the morning.
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~The next day, day one.~
The first day was rough, Lydia came to Oliver's room and woke him up at five o'clock in the morning. "You have five minutes to shower and get dressed, another five to eat breakfast." She said, her tone stern and commanding, a far cry from the friendly woman she showed him yesterday. "We have a tight schedule so we'll be making the most of the daylight hours, understand?"
Oliver, still sleepy, merely nodded and tried to make himself presentable. After the shower, he put on some clean underwear and the first shirt and pair of pants that he managed to get his hands on. "Good enough." He mumbled as he got out of his room to have breakfast.
After that, he followed the older woman to the barns, watching and listening as she showed and explained to him how to feed and tend to the animals. After that they headed to the field where she showed him the ropes of the job and by the time the sun was starting to set, they were done for the day. "How are you holding up, dearie?" Lydia asked with a slight smirk.
The blond boy looked up from his seated position, taking in the whole place and everything that had happened throughout the day. He looked back at the older woman who seemed to be towering over him, arms crossed, and a smug grin on her lips as if to say that he doesn't stand a chance against the tasks ahead. He glanced back at his handiwork; all the animals were fed and put back in the barn, the hay was stored back into the shed and everything she asked of him was neatly accomplished. "Not gonna lie, I was expected something easier but...I...I think I'm good?"
The woman chuckled. "You could say that, handsome." She says, shamelessly ogling the young man's sweat drenched chest and abs. Oliver had removed his shirt a few hours earlier after tripping and falling in a puddle of mud in the field.
He gave a nervous laugh when noticed her gaze and did his best to flex his muscles without making it seem like he was trying. The result made him seem rigid and stiff but it seemed to be successful as her gaze became more hungry, making his chest swell up with pride. "You're staring, Ms Price." The young man says, his tone cheeky and bold, his normal personality shining through his nervousness.
"I know." She unapologetically retorts before letting out a soft laugh. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." The woman apologized, although Oliver couldn't help but feel like it was a half-assed excuse as her voice didn't quite convey it.
The pair headed back to the house and had dinner before turning in for the night.
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~Late at night~
Oliver is once more woken by a loud noise, seemingly coming from the same place, that barn. "What the hell is in there?" He glances through the window and sees Lydia coming out of it, locking the doors behind her with a plank before dusting her hands and heading towards the house. She spots the young boy staring down at her and shoots him a smile, causing him to instantly hide under the window. "Shit..." Oliver blurts out. "WHy am I even hiding?" He slowly peeks again and sees the farm girl waving at him with a warm smile as she continues walking to the house. "Please don't be a serial killer or an organ trafficant..." He prays as he waves back at her before crawling back under the covers and closing his eyes.
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~ The next day, day two.~
The day started just like the previous, Oliver got up, with a bit more ease than the day before and showered before grabbing breakfast. During the work on the field, he couldn't help but steal glances at the barn he heard the noises from. During their break, Lydia approached him with sandwiches and some lemonade. "So, what were you doing up last night?" She casually asks before taking a sip from her bottle of water, making the young man choke on his food and start coughing. "Hey, you good?" The woman asked, lightly patting his back until the boy regained his composure.
"Sorry, you just caught me by surprise with that." Oliver explains, wiping his mouth and clearing his throat. "Eh... I heard some noise coming from that barn." He says, pointing the barn in question, some sixty feet away from them. "I saw you leaving exiting it yesterday, what are you keeping in there?"
"Oh that." Lydia says, glancing over at it. "We're just keeping some...things there for now..."
"What type of things?"
"I'll show you soon enough, you don't have to worry a bout a thing, cutie." She replies with a playful wink that leaves no room for objection.
The young man is tempted to argue some more but decides against it. "So you think I'm a cutie, hun?" He switches subjects and flexes a little bit. "You think these arms and chest look good?" He says with a flirty tone.
The woman chuckles and slightly shakes her head from side to side. She slowly raises a hand to touch the young man's arm and slowly, but firmly, squeezes the well trained muscle, her tongue peeks out as she feels it. "Hmmm...it's been a while since I felt a boy's body so..." Her other hand reaches the young man's chest and gives it a quick and hard rub before giving it a few taps. "Nice and firm..." She concludes before patting the boy on the back. "I was right to pick you." She murmurs under her breath, which prompts Oliver's curiosity. But before he could follow up with a question, she ends the conversation. "We should be getting back to work, cutie, let's go."
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~The next day, day three.~
Wake up, shower, breakfast. It's starting to become Oliver's new routine. This time however, Lydia doesn't send him to the field or feed the animals. "Hey, champ, remember that noisy barn we talked about yesterday?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, time for you to take care of it. I have a cow in there, bit of a special one. She tends to need milking more often than the others so I keep her in a secluded place." She explains. She hands him a bucket and points at the building. "Take this and go take care of her, will ya? I'll tend to the other tasks for the day."
Oliver, although still confused about the whole thing, decides to play along for now. He grabs the bucket and heads to the barn. As he approaches the doors, the whole place begins shaking. "Holy shit!" The boy exclaims.
"She might get a bit rough at first but don't worry, she's just a cow, not gonna kill ya!." Lydia shouts from the distance with a cheeky smile.
Oliver swallows and knocks on the door. "H-hey there..." He calls out, hearing only muffled noises in response. "I-I'm here to take care of you... So, euh... Don't charge me or stomp me, okay?" The young man adds, nervously glancing around, hoping Lydia or someone will come out and say 'Psych!'
But nothing, he slowly slides the plank holding the door shut off before letting it fall to the ground with a thud. "Euh... Hello?" He asks once again, cracking the door open and poking his head into the building. "Damn... it's so fucking dark in there..." He mumbles. As he slowly takes a few steps in, his foot hits something on the floor and he stumbles. "What the fuh?" He quickly gets back to his feet and blindly searches around to find out what he bumped into. He feels something cold and hard, a chain? He wonders. He follows the the chain to the wall it's hinged to and besides it he finds a switch. Pressing it lights up the inside of the barn. After a few seconds of blindness, his eyes adjust to the light and slowly turns to see a woman, although quite a woman! She's at least 6'4 or 6'5 tall, fair skinned and has a gorgeously curvaceous body, soft and plump, some may even call it thick. Her hair is black and wavy, tied in a loose braid, going down to the middle of her back. Besides her stature and the inhumanly huge H cup bosom she is sporting and the triplet delivering ready wide hips she has on her, she looks very much human.
"What the fuck....??!" is all the boy can muster. "A-are you alright?" He asks.
The cow or rather woman is standing in the middle of the barn, chained up by her wrists and ankles and surrounded by a chest high fence. The chains seem loose enough to allow her to move around a little but she can't seem to be able to cross out of the fence. The woman harbors a pained expression.
His heroism takes over and Oliver hops over the fence and rushes to the prisoner. "It's okay, I'm gonna help you out of these..." He says reassuringly as he examines the shackles on her wrists. He clicks his tongue and looks up at the woman. "These are pretty sophisticated, huh? W-why would she lock you up like this? And also..." He pauses as he only now notices that the woman is dressed in a cow printed bikini set. "...Why did she dress you like this?" Could it be just to humiliate here? He wonders.
"So... full..." The woman murmurs under her breath, seemingly at the the end of her rope.
"What?"
Without a word, the woman rips off her bikini top, freeing her giant milkers from the cloth confines, instantly splashing her fair skin and the boy with a white fluid, milk. Oliver barely has time to let out a 'Damn!' that she grabs the back of his head and pulls him into her soft, warm bosom. Understanding the assignment and without a second wasted, Oliver latches his lips on her right nipple, and sucks the hard, pink, pierced bud, while using a hand to massage the free, massive melon, making the cowgirl let out a pleased humm and run her fingers through his blond hair, egging him to continue. Gush after gush of sweet, creamy white liquid raining down on the two of them. She lets out a relieved sigh. "Ah! That's the spot!" The woman coos as the pressure in her tits finally lowers.
The boy keeps on going, making sure to use both his hand and his mouth to their full extent to milk out all of the juices his new cow has to offer. He can't get enough of the taste, it reminds him of the left over milk after eating frosties cereals, sweet and delicious. "Wow! This girl was really backed up!" He think between slurps, the milk gushing out, wetting his lips. The woman's hum slowly shifts into a lewd moan as her nipples grow red and swollen due to the prolonged milk production, no doubt sensitive. Not only that but as her milk levels are lowing, it's being replaced with pleasure, pleasure that makes her moan, and her hips begin to shift from side to side. This new development makes Oliver slightly switch the game. Instead of going back and forth between both mounds of flesh, he only suckles on her right, squeezing and pinching the left one in the meantime. He takes a second to look up at the cow and his eyes instantly widen. She's blushing bright red, a drooly smile plastered on her face as she pats the back of his head in rhythm with her moans. He gives the hard, pink bud a hard suck before moving to her left boob and begins suckling and teasing the left one.
"Ahh, Fuuuck!" She moans, taking her other hand to the boy's lower back before letting it settle on his ass, groping and kneading it as she thrusts her chest against him. Oliver's pants have grown tight as he suckles on the large pair of tits in front of him, making him quite uncomfortable, not to mention his underwear is tenting and drenched in precum. With one hand, he unbuttons his pants, freeing his hard and pulsing seven inch cock and slides it between the cowgirl's soft and voluptuous thighs. With that, he goes back and forth between the large and tender mammaries, going back to her right one after a good thirty seconds before doing the same to the left, while she squirms under the treatment she is receiving, her thighs rubbing against the boy's rock hard shaft. "God, this is the best day in my life!" Oliver thinks to himself. The woman grabs his ass firmly and pulls him closer to her body and begins rubbing his cock in the crook between her legs as if he were thrusting her pussy, while the milk dribbling out of her nipples lands on Oliver's chest. He starts picking up speed, now rubbing the entirety of his member between her soft thighs, going from tip to balls every few seconds as he humps her faster and harder while still milking her breasts, making her moans turn into mewls of pure joy.
"ARGH! CUMMING!!" Oliver groans as he thrusts one final time all the way and cums all over the cow's thighs, rope after rope of white sticky baby batter lands on her smooth skin as his whole body trembles in orgasm. His dick gives one last jerk, and his balls contract hard to deliver his final spurts before he slides off of her body and takes a few step backs with his pants and his boxer around his ankles. "Good fucking God!" He exclaims as he catches his breath. "S-sorry, I think I got carried away, there..." He adds as he notices the woman's confused face.
"I thought I asked you to milk the cow, not let the cow milk you!" Lydia's voice pipes up from behind the young stud, prompting him to turn around. "Nice cock, congratulations" She comments with a cheeky smile. She is leaning against the barn's door frame, arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
Oliver quickly goes to pull up his pants but the cow girl bear hugs him from behind, locking his arms and lifting him slightly off the ground. "Shit! S-sorry Lydia, I... H-hey could let me go?!" He squirms in her embrace but to no avail.
"No can do, cutie. Looks like you've gotten her even more worked up that she was." The farm girl says ominously as she slowly makes her way to them. "Poor Daisy has been pent up all month, her previous mate became so loose, she couldn't get off anymore." She reaches to the cow girl's waist and pulls her bikini bottom's string and lets it fall to the ground. Instantly, something springs out from Daisy's groin and ~THWACKS~ between Oliver's buns.
"Wowowowow! What the fuck is that?!" The boy gulps and swallows, he glances behind him and sees a throbbing fifteen inch grade A slab of shemeat, as thick as a can of coke, veiny and pulsing with lust attached to his captor, dripping with precum, ready to pounce on him and impale him. "Shit shit shit..." He thinks.
The hung cow girl slides her bull cock between the boy's legs, slowly thrusting between them just like he did to her a few moments ago. "You only have yourself to blame, Oliver. All you had to do was to milk her, now she's gonna take matters into her own hands." Lydia says with a grin. "Let's get you prepped up, girl, huh?" She gives Daisy a slap on the ass and sends ripples through it for days before walking in front of Oliver and crouching down. Without a word, she spits on the hucow's cock head and begins tonguing it, quickly enveloping the giant phallus in her saliva. The woman's member pulses and twitches under the farm girl's expert treatment, prompting her to let out 'Mooo' as she moans in pleasure. Lydia looks up to Oliver, locking eyes with him as she worships the monolith of virility sticking out from between his legs and grins as she continues working her magic with her mouth. The boy's dick slowly becomes more lively, clearly interested by the show before it's eyes. After a few more seconds of this, the older woman smacks the meat in her mouth and gives it a hard suck before standing up and wiping her lips clean with her hand. "Alright girl, have fun." She she gives her meat one last stroke before taking a few steps back.
Oliver's eyes widen. "WAIT! Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait!" But his cries fall in deaf ear as Daisy slams him on the ground on all fours and grabs his ass cheeks. The dickgirl pushes the boy's legs apart and lowers herself to align the tip of her bull cock to Oliver's virgin asshole. "W-wait!" But without warning, she thrusts forward and slams the head in, tearing through the tight sphincter with ease and splitting him open in one powerful push, making the poor boy scream out in agony, tears of pain rolling down his face as the hucow feeds him five inches of cow meat in one serving, making him see stars from the pain and the feeling of having his intestines rearranged. The cowgirl lets out a loud, happy moo, and continues to push forwards. "Waiirrgrhgrhhh!!" Oliver's speech slurs as she fills up her mate to the brim, his inner walls constricting around her mighty breeding pole like a vice grip. She then slowly begins pulling back until only the tip of her dick is left inside Oliver before thrusting forward and filling him back to the brim. She starts out slow but quickly picks up pace, slamming into the poor boy faster and harder with every push of her hips.
~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~PLOP~
The sound and impact of Daisy's bloated, grapefruit sized cumtanks smacking against Oliver's taint and smaller set of balls resonates in the barn.
"Fuck, girl! Go get that asspussy!" Lydia shouts, rubbing her clothed pussy through her jeans. "Fuck yeah! Rearrange this slut's guts! Breed him like the bitch he is!" She groans, clearly turned on by the action, her eyes glued to Oliver's twitching body.
Oliver's mind is clouded with pain than slowly and turns to pleasure. His legs feel weak, he's unable to move, unable to protest, unable to speak, unable to do anything but moan, moan like the slut that he is made into as Daisy rails him, turning his insides to mush, he can't take anymore, his eyes are rolling to the back of his skull and his cock is once more rock hard. "God! This is the tightest hole I've had in ages!!" The cow, more like the bull from where Lydia is standing, growls mid piston. "I'm going to make sure you last long!" She adds before hilting her gut wrecker in her milker's ass and explodes deep inside the boy with an animalistic moo. Ropes upon ropes of thick, piping hot hucow milk filling Oliver to the brim, bloating the boy's stomach in a matter of seconds.
Oliver's cock pulses, spraying white jets of semen on the hay and dirt beneath him as his eyes roll to the back of his head, tongue lolled out and a silly smile on his lips as the woman above him continues pumping him with her gooey milk, the excess leaking out and gushing on her balls.
Lydia takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sex that has now filled the barn. She unbuttons her jeans and slips a hand in there, and starts playing with herself, knowing the show's just begun.
Oliver tries to crawl out from under the pent up freak but is quickly dragged back onto the horny cow's shit pusher. "UUurgh! Please!!" He pleads, but just like before, Neither Daisy nor Lydia care. The surprisingly strong cow girl rolls him on his side, her hard, throbbing cock never leaving his warm and snug embrace of his bowels. She then lies behind him on the ground and resumes pounding the life out of him. Oliver's stomach bulges and gurgles from the gallon of milk filling his insides, he places his hand on it to try to push the excess milk out, only for Daisy to slap it away before taking it to his lips and force her index and middle finger into his mouth. "Nggrhh..." He resists, but the bull grabs his chin with her free hand and pulls him towards her until she's spooning him and her tongue is in his ear. He finally submits and sucks on her digits as his lower half is ravaged by a mad cow.
~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~
Her huge, nuts slapping against the boy's ass and thighs in a wet and meaty, lewd melody as she mercilessly and rapidly hammers at his mancunt.
"Arghhh~" The woman coos, the vibrations resonating in the poor boy's eardrums as she molds his asshole and love tunnel to her shape, ruining him for dear life as if her very survival depended on it. Her huge mommy milkers pressing against his back as they are pushed around by her frantic movements. She takes her hand and glides it down the breeding sow's well sculpted body, letting it wander, pinching, twisting and squeezing whatever bit of skin her fingers could grab onto, while she continues tonguefucking his ear and turning the already brain drained young man into a moaning mess. Her hand eventually finds Oliver's leg and holds from behind the knee as she raises it up, giving her a bit of extra reach and allowing her to cock punch him deeper, and hit spots he didn't even know he had. Daisy then bends her own legs to change the angle, now driving her monstrous schlong against his prostate every time she ruts forward.
"UHUHUHUHUH! GRGGHH~" The young man slurs out in pleasure as Daisy's thrusts become more frantic, signaling that her climax is imminent.
"Oh, yes! That's it Daisy ruin that fuck boy's shitter! Make sure he never gets hard without a hard girlcock in his ass!" Lydia moans out, her pants now around her ankles, and using both hands to play with her pussy.
"Hear this, sweety?" Daisy whispers in Oliver's ear, her voice warm and motherly, so much so that it would make the boy forget about the massive fuck pillar bulging out his belly if she wasn't bottoming inside him, balls deep with each word. "This little ~Thump~Thump~ you feel and hear every time I drive my girlmeat all the way up your warm, snuggly insides?" She punctuates her words with quick, powerful thrusts aimed at his p-spot, that shake the young man to his core. "Know what this is? This is a boy's true heart. And every time I tease it like this..." She rotates her hips and slams them all the way, making Oliver throw his head back and scream. "... It just makes you fall in love more and more with me and my cock. If I continue doing this I think you might never want to leave again. Is this what you want?" Oliver's dick is already at full mast again and pulsing like crazy. Daisy gives the poor cockdrunk man another few dozen hard gut punches with her cock, each one making him see stars. "No? Maybe?" The boy can't say much, his brain is but mush now, slowly melting out of his ears, he can barely force himself to remain conscious and not pass out from all the pleasure he's receiving.
"Well, then I guess I'm just going to have to make you fall deeper in love with me, huh? Terrible mistake, sweety." The woman takes her hand and pats Oliver's belly before slowly, but steadily increasing the speed of her hips until she is hammering him into oblivion, going from gut punches to full blown, relentless prostate ramming. Within seconds, Oliver's cock once again shoots a geyser of semen on the floor, staining the dirt with white. The hucow continues drilling him as he orgasms, and in doing so, draws another, albeit smaller, orgasm out of him as the sensation is too much for the young boy. "Ahhhhhhhhh~" She coos. "Your hole's tightening up so much! Good boy! Good slut! Good mate!" Daisy moans, her tongue once again exploring Oliver's ear canal as he shivers, unable to produce sounds as he feels like his insides are about to explode and burst out of his body. Daisy lets out a long moooo, louder and deeper than all her other ones before exploding deep in his ass. "Oooooooh! That's it! That's it!" Daisy pants and pants as rope after rope of hot cum fills Oliver up, the warmth, the sensation, the sheer volume, making his eyes roll back, his body trembles as his cock explodes one final time on the ground as his tongue lolls out, making his face look like an Aheago'd mess.
"AHHhhhH FUCK!!!" Lydia joins the couple as they all three reach their climax and moan in unison. The barn's flesh against flesh sounds are now replaced by heavy breathing and panting as the three sexed up individuals recover from their dopamine release. After a while, Lydia wipes the sweat off her forehead and pulls up her pants. "Alright Daisy, time to get work done." She instructs the cow girl to stand up and she does so with a pout and some reluctance as she seems to have grow attached to her new 'milker'. "I know, I know, but he's not leaving anytime soon, at least not walking or running, that's for sure." She playfully says as she grabs some kind of vacuum looking tubes laying around and begins straps the end of it to the barely conscious Oliver's still semi hard dick. "Let you have you fun, now we gotta make sure his cum doesn't go to waste."
"Wh---what.... re.. ou..." Oliver mumbles, eyes flickering open between sounds.
"I'll be damned, you're still with us?!" Lydia exclaims surprised. "Most usually pass out after their first encounter with D. I knew you were special when I picked you! Well, you don't have to worry about a thing, I'll just going to attach this milker to your nice cock and get all your juices out while you help Daisy get all HER juices out."
"Wh....y?"
"Because I'm gonna use that to impregnate her, silly!" She retorts, matter of factly.
"Wh....at..?"
"Yup, now, break's over. Daisy pull him up, will you?" She gestures upwards and Daisy obeys, lifting Oliver up by his arms. She pulls him closer and the fogged boy instinctively wraps his legs around her waist.
"Good boy! You and I are going to have so much fun." Daisy sultrily coos in his ear, bringing his arms around her neck for support. "I'm going to fuck and breed you everyday from today until I see hearts in your eyes and you can't live without me."
The cowgirl aims her horse cock's head up towards the boy's brutally battered and puffy hole then slowly pulls him back down, until the tip breaches in once more. "You still didn't answer me, I hope this time I will get an answer." She drives all of her shaft, from the head to the hilt, all in one smooth motion. "AARRGHGGHAGAAH!!!!" Oliver throws his head back, eyes widen open in shock as the pleasure and pain make his brain go numb, making his jaw tremble, his limbs quiver and his hole tighten. "FUCK!" He exclaims as Daisy holds him by his ass, and slowly rocks his body on her meat rod, as if to massage it, with a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Ahahahaha!" The hucow lets out a warm laugh, as if Oliver was a kid she's about to tease. "It feels so good, right? You're already tightening around my cock and we've barely gotten started." She continues rocking Oliver's body on her rod, never moving more than the few inches from her head to the halfway point of her member, making sure he is all warm and cozy on his 'pillow'.
Oliver looks to Lydia for help, his face red from embarrassment as the girl just stands there with a wide smirk on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey don't look at me, I ain't gonna be much help here, cutie."
Oliver grits his teeth as his mind goes back to his current predicament, he tries to resist but Daisy's fuckmeat is just too much for him, too fucking good. His insides, although battered and abused, still mold to her shape perfectly as his muscles twitch around the dickgirl's member, prompting her to pick up pace, driving in a few more inches each time as the boy moans like a bitch in heat, unable to control his own voice anymore. "Come here, honey." She warmly says as he brings a hand to the back on his head and pulls it between her milky pillows of flesh, pushing him deeper in and smothering his head between them. Though at first it seemed to do nothing to help with Oliver's massive fifteen inch, fat bull cock inducing pain, he does start to relax more as he begins suckling on Daisy's tits. "Boys will be boys." Daisy thinks as she begins, slowly bouncing the boy on her angry breeding pole, as if she were testing out if his body can still take more without being in danger of passing out or even dying from her brutal ass pounding. Oliver's mouth goes on auto pilot and suckles on the nipple in his mouth, slurping out some more of that delicious milk. He loses track of time as he simply lets Daisy bounce him on her cock and uses both hands to fondle and kneed the massive melons she's pressing him against.
"Alrighty, I see you've got things in hand here, D." Lydia gives Daisy's ass a smack as she sees her go back to work and walks towards the exit. "Have fun you two, don't do anything I wouldn't and Daisy, please, please, please don't break him too quickly, boys that cute are a pain to find and an even bigger one to bring down here." Daisy gives her thumbs up and Lydia closes the barn's doors behind her and returns to work as she sings to the tune of the sounds of Oliver's screams and moans.