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"Looks like the new guy's here," Charlotte noted dryly as she looked out the window, cigarette between her fingers. She blocked the pane with her bovine frame, the sunlight eclipsed by her gargantuan curves. Her black hair, styled into an inverted bob, hung over one sleepy eye that tracked the pick up truck coming down the road towards the farmhouse. The white shirt she had on swelled around her bosom like a bag carrying two beach balls. Her denim shorts that failed to come halfway down her thighs suffered an equal burden with her ass.

Her fellow milk gals were scattered around the lounge room, watching TV and playing cards. An acrid haze of tobacco smoke hung in the air, rising in thin ribbons from their cigarettes either in their mouths or between their fingers. They looked towards Charlotte when they heard her speak up.

“Who?" asked Vanessa. She was a blonde cow sitting at the game table, enjoying a game of Gin with her friend Skyler. The wooden folding chairs they sat on seemed woefully inadequate to hold their explosive anatomies. Vanessa, her lips latched to a cigarette, sat with her giant tits resting on the table. The plaid shirt she wore couldn't be buttoned up in front of them.

Charlotte gestured out the window. “The new guy Mr. Rodriguez talked about. He's here. I see his truck." The white Corolla was zooming up the driveway, kicking up a trail of dust as it closed in on the farmhouse. Charlotte couldn't see through the tinted windows, but she was certain as to who it was.

The other girls were silent. Mr. Rodriguez had informed them all that a sixth farmhand was coming on the team after a recent hike in the workload. He was going to be there full time. Rodriguez even had one of the guys prepare one of the spare rooms in the stable for him. They didn't know anything about him other than he was young and that he was a workhorse like the other guys.

Vanessa laid her cards flat on the table and scooted her chair back. “Hold on. Let me see." She came to the window. Charlotte stepped aside so she could look out, just in time to see the truck park in front of the house. “How do you know it's him?"

“Wanna bet that it ain't? Didn't Rodriguez say he'd be coming around this time?" Charlotte took a drag from her cigarette. She detested the new guy's arrival more than anyone else and was more than vocal about it.

Vanessa felt the same way, if with much less vitriol. “Probably, I don't know." The driver side door swung open. She waited with severe anticipation until finally he made his way towards the front porch. Her heart sank. “Yeah. It's him."

Charlotte was looking back out the window past Vanessa. She huffed. “Told ya."

“Let me see him," said Skyler in her Dutch accent. The white and graphite fur that covered her body jiggled behind her overalls as she came stomping over. “Excuse me, excuse me." Vanessa and Charlotte moved so that she could see. She watched him climb the front steps. She was not as concerned as her companions about his arrival. “Ooh, he is young. I can't wait to meet him." She looked over her shoulder. “Don't you want to look at him, Stacy?"

Stacy was on the couch, in front of a wall mounted TV. Her shirt and jacket were terribly stretched around her curves like everyone else's, though she tried to keep it all hidden with a more conservative style of dress. The colored puddles scattered across her coat were a very soft pink, a color matched by candied irises. She had wanted to go to the window and see this newcomer the moment Charlotte had spotted him, but could not bring herself to leave the couch.

“It's the new guy?" she asked in a timid, squeaky voice.

“Yes! Yes!" chanted Skyler. She insisted Stacy over with a rapid wave of her arm. “Come look!"

“OK." Stacy got up and came over with her hands clasped in front of her thighs. A meek veneer was broken by the excited whip of her tail behind her.

“Hurry, he's on the front porch," said Vanessa.

Stacy scurried the rest of the way to the window. The girls parted from the window. She pressed her face to it, flattening her palms out against the glass. Her tail arced behind her wildly. Instantly she looked at the porch. The new ranch hand was hidden behind one of the columns. She could only see the front of his snout. The front door opened, blocking more of her view. The newcomer stepped inside and the door closed. She was too late.

“Damn," huffed Charlotte. “Did you see him?"

Stacy's tail drooped. “No."

“Ah, well, you'll see him eventually." Charlotte took a drag from her cigarette and made her way back to the game table. “Though I don't think you'll see him as much as Carmella."

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Brock stepped into the farmhouse with the clunk of his boots, his young face spry with an eagerness to please. A Boston Red Sox cap sat atop his head, flattening his snowy white mane into a single crop that fell down his forehead, between his bright blue eyes. Both stood out amongst the dark chocolate fur that covered his burly frame. Though his face reflected his youth, he had an upper body capable of stopping bullets. Just stepping into the foyer threatened to break him through the floorboards. Atop his strapping physique was a simple white T-shirt and a button up shirt.

Mr. Rodriguez had invited him inside. The weathered old human, his posture battered but unbroken by years of hard work under the sun and the weight of farm equipment. The two of them shook hands, Brock's giant fingers swallowing Mr. Rodriguez's. “Glad to have you on board," the farmer said. “Your first time livin' on a property?"

“Yessir," said Brock. “Got my luggage and everything in my truck. Where am I gonna be sleeping?"

“Well," chuckled Rodriguez. “Not here in the farm house, I'm afraid."

“Oh no, I didn't think I was."

“It's alright. Stable's the second building from the barn. You might've seen it pulling in."

“Yeah, I think I did."

“Our milk cows live in the barn. You'll meet them later on, but you won't be working with them."

Brock liked the thought of working with some fat-chested heifers, but knew that it was off-limits. “Yeah, I ain't got no experience milkin' cows."

“Neither do any of the fellas here. Girls work on their own."

[i]Bummer.[/i] “I hear ya."

Some footsteps down the staircase. “Is that the new help?" asked a female voice. She rounded the corner onto the bottom stretch of steps. She was a human gal, tall and rubenesque. Immediately she captured Brock's attention with an explosive pair of knockers ready to snap through the cropped button shirt she wore. A curvy, pale trunk was exposed between her chest and the torn daisy dukes she wore. Supporting it all were corpulent thighs. In spite of her nubile architecture she managed to grab Brock's gaze with an angelic face replete with plump lips and round eyes. Her dark brown hair was hung in two braids that fell down the front of her shoulders.

Brock's eyes went round at the sight of her. For a moment he thought he'd walked in on the farmer tending to a call girl. She looked right out of a dirty magazine. He ogled her as she came down the steps, returning his dumb smile with a coy look of her own. Her eyes traveled him up and down. They both liked what they saw.

Rodriguez, oblivious to his daughter being eye-fucked right in front of him, laid a calloused hand on the gal's shoulder. “Brock, this is my daughter, Carmella. She works around here sometimes and in the house."

She extended a dainty hand towards him. “Nice to meet you, Brock. That's a nice name."

He shook her hand. It was incredibly soft and petite. A thought flashed through his mind before he had to stamp it away: [i]I wonder what it would look like on my cock.[/i] “Nice to meet you too, and thanks."

As they let go there came another set of footsteps into the foyer. It was an older woman, Carmella's spitting image with an added few decades. “Well howdy!" she chirped. “You must be Brock."

He felt overwhelmed having two beautiful women in his presence. [i]I see where Carmella gets her good looks.[/i] “Yes ma'am!" He shook her hand. It was much more rough and leathery.

“I'm Selena, Eduardo's wife."

“Nice to meet you."

“Why don't you come down to the stable with me?" asked Mr. Rodriguez. “I'll introduce you to the fellas and help you get settled in."

“Awesome! Can I drive my truck down there?"

“Absolutely. I got a place for you to park it too."

“Sweet."

The two men headed out the front, Mr. Rodriguez going first. As Brock headed out the door he couldn't help but look back into the foyer to catch a glance of Carmella. She was in the same place he had left her, hands clasped in front of her thighs, smiling as she watched the newest horse walk out the door.

Brock drove his truck with Mr. Rodriguez to the stable, not paying attention to the barn as they passed it. He didn't see Stacy pasted to the window again, watching his truck float by. She had been waiting for him to come out of the house since he'd gone inside. He came out shortly after and gave her the first good look at him. Her tail started flicking again, something Vanessa noticed from one of the couches.

She chuckled to herself. “Didja see the new guy finally?"

It startled Stacy who looked over her shoulder with a surprised expression. “Sorry?"

“The new guy, is he out there again?"

“Oh yeah. He's driving to the stable."

“Well? What do you think?"

Stacy had only seen him from afar, but from just that distant look she could tell he was tall and strong. “I didn't get a good look. I think he's young."

“Mr. Rodriguez said he was."

“You think he saw Carmella already?" Charlotte asked from the couch in front of the TV. “I bet she's already planning to get in his pants and vice-a-versa."

“Don't say that," said Skyler, right next to her. “You don't know Carmella or the new guy."

Charlotte spun in her seat towards Skyler, a look of scorn on her face. “I know her good enough that she's gonna steal that boy just like the other guys! You know damn well she gonna give him a taste of that human pussy and he ain't gonna want nothin' from us."

Stacy kept her gaze out the window so nobody would see her blushing. Skyler scowled at Charlotte. “You shouldn't say that. That's very racist."

Charlotte scoffed. “It ain't racist if it's true."

“Well if it ain't racist then go say it to Mr. Rodriguez's face," Vanessa goaded. “I fucking dare you. Go up there and tell him his daughter's been gettin' fucked stupid by the work."

“[i]Tch.[/i] I might!"

“The fellas will lose their jobs, and we might lose ours," Stacy said from the window. She watched as the truck parked under one of the pavilions, next to the tractor. Brock and Mr. Rodriguez both got out and gathered some of Brock's luggage. Seeing him more closely confirmed that he was indeed quite the hunk.

Charlotte sneered. “Not us."

“So you'll get them fired just 'cause they won't fuck you anymore?" Vanessa asked.

“No. Yeah. I don't know. It just pisses me off. It don't piss y'all off?"

“I mean, it gets under my skin a little, but I ain't about to start a war over it."

“It's not like the men won't fuck us anymore," said Skyler in her innocent-sounding voice. “If you would just ask I'm sure they will."

Charlotte shot her a bemused look. “Easy for you to say. I know you're back with Willard. Don't think nobody saw you sneakin' out with him and Carmella."

Skyler sat upright in her seat and stabbed a finger at Charlotte. “That's none of your business!"

“[i]Girls![/i]" shouted Vanessa. “Ya'll calm the fuck down!"

Charlotte slumped back into the couch, her eyes cutting at Vanessa. “Calm down. Ain't nothing gonna happen."

Skyler fell back too. “If I can make it back with Willard then you should be able to be with the other guys. Like I said, just talk to them or Carmella, like I did. They are not just brutes who want to fuck."

Charlotte snorted. “Had me fooled."

“What did you say to Carmella?" Vanessa asked. “You brought her here for something a while back. Was it about Willard?"

Skyler wanted to forget. She saw the TV fiasco as painfully childish. “Yes, it was," she admitted.

“I knew it," said Charlotte.

“Hush." Vanessa looked at Skyler. “And what did you say to her?"

Skyler looked around the lounge, noticing how everyone, including Stacy, was looking at her. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I told her I missed Willard and that I wanted to be with him again. She said she didn't know she had taken him and the other guys from us. I believed her. I think she was telling the truth."

“And she stopped fucking him?" Charlotte asked.

Skyler was silent. Her friendly “competition" with Carmella replayed in her mind like it had every night since. “Not exactly, but he came back to me all the same."

“So what? You think we should just pull Carmella in here and ask her to lay off the guys so we can have a turn?"

“Yes. I said that already, but maybe don't be mean about it. She didn't mean to take anything from us, and I don't think she did."

“[i]Tch.[/i] My ass."

“If you girls talk to her like I did, I think she'll let us have some time with the guys. I know Willard would have sex with me. I'm pretty sure the other guys will too."

The lounge was silent for a few more moments. Each woman was formulating their own plan: how to approach Carmella, what to say to her, how to convince the guys to take them back, and how to get the new guy in bed with them.

“So what do we do?" asked Vanessa. “I mean, what do we say to her? 'Lay off the fellas so we can have a turn?'"

“Maybe not so rudely, but something like that," Skyler said.

“I say we bring her in here and sit her down, let her know what's up," suggested Charlotte. “She's got four whole guys to herself. She better spare the sixth. For real, I would be happy with just him, whatever his name is."

“Yeah, but would he want to do that?"

Charlotte was incredulous. “Are you kiddin'? Big ranch boy like him ain't gonna say no to some pussy."

Vanessa shrugged. “He might be gay."

Charlotte scoffed and faced forward. “That'd be just my luck."

“So what now?" asked Skyler. “When are you going to get Carmella? What are you going to say to the new guy?"

Another period of silence. Stacy broke it. She'd been quiet for so long that the other girls forgot she was even there. “Skyler should say something to Carmella to bring her in here."

Skyler's ears perked up. “Me?"

“Yes. You're her best friend here. She trusts you."

“Well, I suppose. But…" [i]I already lied to her about the TV. She'll know something's amiss if I just invite her in here.[/i] “What do I say to her?"

Stacy shrugged. “The truth, that you and the cows want to have a word with her."

Skyler's gut sank. “Then she'll immediately know what it's about."

“Good," Charlotte all but spat. “She ought to."

“As for the new guy," Stacy went on. “I think we should wait until we've spoken to Carmella to confront him." The word “confront" felt very harsh once she said it out loud. She corrected herself. “Just ask him if he wants to be with us and have-" She choked the next word, nearly saying 'sex'. “-fun."

“I bet a million bucks that he does," said Charlotte. “We just gotta get to him before Carmella does."

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Brock's mind was a million miles away from sex, or Carmella for that matter. He was in the stable, unpacking all of his stuff in his room. A warm introduction had been given from all the guys. They were all way older than him and much more experienced in the realm of ranching. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had to perform his job correctly without messing up, just to save face in front of them all. He made a mental note to pay attention to every single instruction he was given and to not forget it.

Once he was done packing everything up he followed Mr. Rodriguez back outside towards a golf cart he had parked in a shed. From there he gave Brock a brief tour of the farm, telling him where everything was, what they were for, and if he would ever need to use them. They passed the barn where currently the girls were conspiring to get into his pants.

“That's the barn, but you already saw that," Mr. Rodriguez said without looking at it.

Brock could see the bright red building and its chipped-paint facade, but he still hadn't seen any of the girls who lived in it. “Do any of the cows work?"

“Besides making me milk, no. You might see them from time to time and get to know them. They like to hang out here and other places."

Brock's head kept twisting as they passed the barn towards the stable. His eyes were on the window, hoping for a glance of some heifer as she went about her day, perhaps looking out the window whimsically. His curiosity had been piqued by their enigmatic status. Just about everyone he ran into, Mr. Rodriguez especially, alluded to them and assured that he would see them eventually. Nearly an hour into being on the farm and he had yet to do so. The sight of the voluptuous Carmella got him thinking. [i]If the human girl is big and round like that, what do the cows have packing?[/i]

The answer came in the form of Skyler stepping through the barn door. Her tits were a disembodied pair of globes held aloft by her overalls that floated through the door before her innocent face did. Brock's heart fluttered. [i]Good God, look at her.[/i] Even as the golf cart continued away from the barn towards the stable he kept his eyes on her, astonished by every one of her overtly nubile features.

She saw him too as she began making her way to the farmhouse. A cute smile came across her face. She gave him a small wave. Brock waved back, grinning like an idiot. As the golf cart came up to the stable he realized that he was twisted all the way around in his seat, staring at her with all the subtlety of a train wreck. He promptly corrected himself and sat forward, hands coming atop his lap respectably.

Mr. Rodriguez wasn't so oblivious not to notice. “That's Skyler, our youngest cow," he said as he pulled the parking brake. “She's from the Netherlands."

“Oh yeah?" Brock dared to turn around and watch her journey to the farmhouse. Her back was to them, that gargantuan ass grinding with the pump of her legs, hips swaying gaily. The latter was pronounced, without a doubt on purpose. Again Brock found himself staring too hard and turned around again. “And uh… How many cows you said you got here?"

Mr. Rodriguez was climbing out of the cart. “Four. Skyler, Charlotte, Vanessa, and Stacy. They're from all over."

Brock's heart was racing in his chest. He climbed out of the cart and walked towards the stable entrance. He could not stop himself from stealing one more glance over his shoulder, his gaze falling squarely on Skyler's fat dumper. It wasn't swaying anymore; she didn't think he was watching.

“Four," Brock repeated. “I can't wait to meet the rest."

Skyler, already having forgotten about the handsome horse she'd just teased, stomped up the front steps, a grim look on her face. [i]Here I am coming here to get Carmella for something about sex again. Ridiculous.[/i] She came to the front door and knocked on it. A few moments later she heard footsteps, then the door opened.

It was Carmella. Her face lit up with a smile before she saw the grim look on Skyler's. “Hey! What's up?"

Skyler forced a more cheerly look. “Hi, Carmella! Are you doing anything?"

“No. Why? What's up?"

“Oh, just the girls and I wanted to hang out with you in the barn."

Carmella's brow lifted. “Oh yeah? They want to talk to me all of a sudden?"

Skyler's smile faded at once. [i]Of course she knows. She's not stupid.[/i] “Yes, they do."

“Is it about what I think it is?"

Skyler was silent for a moment. “They just want to talk to you."

A deep inhale sucked through Carmella's nose, then sighed out her mouth. “Alright. I'll talk to them. Let's go."

“Thank you, Carmella."

Carmella stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind her. “Don't mention it."

The two women waltzed their way to the barn in silence. Guilt made Skyler cringe. Though she had made amends with Carmella with their previous threesome with Willard, it seemed like she was reopening wounds by forcing her to confront the other cows. Carmella was not as afraid as she feared she was, but was nonetheless irritated. They were all friends on the farm, or so Carmella hoped. Maybe they could talk things out.

They stepped through the barn doors and into the smoke-filled lounge. Charlotte, Vanessa, and Stacey were all at one table playing what looked like a game of rummy. A single ashtray sat between them, choked with a mound of stubbed-out cigarette butts anxiously chain smoked by Charlotte and Vanessa. Stacey didn't smoke, yet she considered starting with the fraying of her nerves. They looked up from their game and saw Carmella walking in. They put things on pause and forced some genial smiles.

“Hey, girl!" chirped Vanessa. “How are you?"

“I'm good!" Carmella said back, nose crinkling at the haze of tobacco she was forced to wander into.

Charlotte patted the table. “Have a seat. Wanna play?"

Carmella obliged, sitting between the goliath Charlotte and the more petite but still enormous Stacy. Vanessa was in front of her. Carmella was a robust woman, yet while trapped amongst a mountain range of milk cows she felt like a boy. “Oh, I'm fine. Skyler tells me you wanted to talk about something." [i]Better get things out of the way now.[/i]

“Did she, now?" Charlotte asked, eying Skyler as she sat on a nearby couch to listen. “Do you know what it's about?"

Carmella knew Charlotte felt the most strongly out of the four girls given the unpleasant looks she had been getting from her. “I think I got a good idea, yes."

Charlotte said nothing. She maintained her eye-contact with her and took a long drag from her cigarette. Carmella met it head on, refusing to flinch at her intimidation tactics.

“We don't wanna intimidate you," Stacey said, speaking solely for herself. “We just wanted to talk about… the situation."

Carmella gave her a coy look. What is this? Good cop, Bad cop? “The situation with you and the guys, right?"

Stacey's throat went tight. She tried to gulp, but couldn't. “Yeah."

“It's no big deal, sweetheart, really," Vanessa assured her. “We just think the boys've gotten a taste of somethin' we can't give 'em. If you could just wean 'em off for a little bit, maybe give us a turn for once, we'd be happy."

“Do you think I'm trying to take them from you? I swear I'm not."

“No, we don't," Stacey said, again speaking mostly for herself. “We just…" Her throat remained partially locked, as if unwilling to speak about the naughty subject at hand.

“We just want what we had back," Charlotte said finally. “We had something good with the boys. Ever since they started hooking up with you we ain't been gettin' it."

Carmella swung her attention to Charlotte. Things were starting to feel defensive. The smoke in the air was getting heavy. Quite suddenly she didn't want to be sitting at that table anymore. “Well, I'm sorry. I didn't tell the guys to stop going to y'all, and I didn't stop y'all from going to them. Matter of fact…" She looked over her shoulder at Skyler who was sitting on the couch, hands folded between her thighs, a nervous look on her face. “Skyler and I talked to Willard. We… made things up."

Charlotte scoffed. “Trust me, we know."

Carmella turned forward and scowled. “So why don't you just do the same with the guys? Why come to me?"

“'Cause right now it ain't just the guys we're after, at least not the old ones."

“Not the old ones?" It took Carmella a moment. “Wait. Are you talking about Brock?"

“Is that his name?" Stacey asked with a little too much enthusiasm than she was ready to show. Upon realizing her mistake she sat back in her chair and hung her gaze to the table.

“It is," Carmella said. “He's a sweet guy. Didn't get to talk to him much, though. We got introduced this morning."

“Did he like what he saw?" Charlotte asked.

Carmella remembered the way he looked at her. “Maybe. I don't know. I can't read minds."

Charlotte scoffed while looking at Carmella's overexposed tits. “In that get-up, I bet he did."

On reflex Carmella crossed her arms in front of her bosom. “How I dress is none of your business."

“No, but it is the guys'. We all know they love it."

“And they don't love the way you girls look?"

Charlotte shrugged. “Not since they've gotten a taste of you."

A flash of a sneer on Carmella's face. Her hands balled into fists for just a moment before relaxing. “Look. I didn't come here to be put on trial. If you're gonna act like this-"

“We ain't putting you on trial," Vanessa assured her, then scowled at Charlotte. “Charlotte, will you shut up?"

Charlotte just looked off in the distance. She let out a “Hmph" and took another drag on her cigarette.

“Anyway, we're not trying to put you on trial, darling. Sorry if it came off that way. We're just afraid the guys ain't gonna want us anymore. I don't think that's gonna happen-" [i]Or at least I ain't gonna admit it.[/i] “-but we just don't know."

“So what do you want me to do?"

A moment's pause. “Maybe, for now, just leave the boys be, at least the ones that ain't Willard. Looks like Skyler's got him back nice and dandy." Skyler blushed on her couch. “You don't gotta cut them off or anything, just take a break long enough from them so that they come back to us."

“OK, so what do I tell them? The cows wanna get some more than I do? Go fuck them instead?"

The table laughed. “Maybe nothing so harsh, but you can come up with something."

Carmella nodded grimly. “Yeah, I guess I can."

“And about Brock," Stacey said. “Maybe… Maybe let us have him first."

“Wasn't thinking about him," Carmella said. “But if you want him that bad, sure." [i]God, this is so stupid.[/i] “I won't show him my titties or anything."

Vanessa chuckled. “Show him your titties? Girl, you might as well be wearing nothin' but strings, you're bustin' out already. Give them poor buttons a break."

Carmella cracked a smile. She uncrossed her arms and sat back in her chair, holding her chest out. “That's rich, coming from y'all. Every time one of y'all move I'm afraid your shirt's gonna rip."

“Comes with the job," Charlotte said. She was smiling again, though now without any sarcastic undertone. “Let's hook you up to one of the machines and see how big you get."

Carmella shook her head. “Noooooooo thank you." The table shared a laugh. “So, were y'all in a game of rummy?"

“That's right," Vanessa said. “We weren't far in. We can start over. I'll deal you in."

“I'd appreciate it."

“Sure thing."

And so a new game started, much to the enjoyment and relief of everyone in the barn.

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Brock got in the swing of things pretty quickly. Just in time too. Harvest was coming up and there was going to be a lot on everyone's plate. He had to know all the ins and outs to the farm before it was time to collect. Fortunately for him and everyone else he was a quick learner. Having some experience already helped too.

It was when he and Jim were having a friendly game of darts that there was a polite knock on the stable door. Larry answered it. “Oh! Hi there!" he chirped. Everyone looked over to see who it was but could not see past Larry's rotund body. “Brock? Yeah he's here." Larry opened the door the rest of the way to reveal Stacey. Her image was set at a blinding contrast by the outdoor sun at its peak, throwing her rosy fur into a glow. “Brock, there's a lady here to see you."

Brock stood there for a moment, shocked into inaction. The fellas all smirked at him. “Oooooh, boy," quipped Jim. “You better go see what she wants."

“Uh, yeah." He collected his three darts and stuck them in a leather holder. He jogged up to the door where Stacey waited with a giddy look on her face.

He passed Larry who whispered to him. “Have fun."

Brock ignored him and came to the doorway. “Hi there!"

Stacey's cheeks dimpled as her smile deepened. Her strawberry pink eyes swam up and down his body, their first real chance at proper scrutiny. “Hi, Brock. I'm Stacey. I don't think we met."

“No! We haven't." He fought to keep his eyes locked on her face. [i]I'd remember meeting a girl as big as you.[/i] He held his hand out. “Nice to meet you."

She laid her hand in his and they shook. His fingers were gruff but uncalloused by the many years of hard work ahead of him. “Nice to meet you too, Brock. Say, if you're not too busy, do you think you can help us with something in the barn?"

“Oh! Uh, sure. What is it?"

She clasped her hands behind her. “Wellllllllll… I don't wanna say it out loud. It kinda has to do with… A milking problem."

“Oh! Uh…" Brock glanced over his shoulder into the stable. All five of the guys were watching him expectantly. “Yeah, I mean, I'd love to help, but I don't… I don't know nothing about that."

“It's OK. We can show you. It's really easy to figure out. We just need a big, strong guy like yourself to help us out. You're the new guy, we thought we'd get you to come help us."

“Oh, alright." He recalled Mr. Rodriguez telling him that he wouldn't be helping the girls with their milking business. A part of him fretted that he was breaking the rules. His chivalric side overruled any of that. “Yeah. Show me what's up. I'll help."

Stacey's tail flicked behind her. “Awesome! Just follow me." She spun around towards the barn and marched forward.

Brock hurried after her, leaving the stable door open behind him. Before someone closed it he thought he heard laughter. “So, what's wrong? Is one of the machines broken? Or something like that? Sorry, I don't know how any of that stuff works."

Stacey was still grinning like there was some silly secret she was hiding. “Mmmmm, something like that. Our 'machines' are rusty, and we think we need your help getting them running again. Usually we get the guys to help us, but they've been busy with another machine recently."

“Oh, OK. So I just gotta grease the gears, I guess."

Stacey put a knuckle over her mouth, holding back a giggle. “Exactly. Me and the girls will appreciate it."

An oblivious Brock smiled. “Awesome. Glad I can help."

“Yeah," said Stacey. “Me too."

They made it to the barn door which Stacey opened for them. He was introduced to the lounge and its sleepy atmosphere. The normally acrid fog of tobacco smoke was subdued, though its residual smell lingered strong as it always would. The TV was off. The playing cards were in their packet. Two of the other cows, Charlotte and Vanessa, were on one of the couches. They smiled at him as he walked in. Skyler was absent.

“Howdy!" Brock said. “I'm Brock."

“Oh, we know," said Charlotte. She leaned against the sofa's armrest, her head propped on her fist. “I'm Charlotte. We've heard a lot about you, Brock."

“Oh yeah? Nice to meet you, Charlotte."

“And I'm Vanessa," said the older, blonde cow next to Charlotte. “Thanks for coming over."

“No problem. I hear you got a machine problem."

Charlotte cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what Stacey told you?"

“Yeah. Something about the machine is going rusty or something?"

Stacey came up next to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. She adored how dense the muscle was. One colossal breast pressed into his arm. “I told him our machines haven't been used lately ever since the guys started using another one. What'd you say Brock? We needed our gears greased?"

The girls on the couch laughed. “Yeah, that sounds about right," Charlotte said.

“I think you're the right guy for it just from lookin' at ya." Vanessa twirled a lock of blonde hair with her finger. Her eyes fell to his beltline, then tracked back up, a saucy glint catching in her blue irises.

Brock's genial demeanor started to falter. Something was up. He had an idea as to what, but didn't dare jump to conclusions. Stacey pressing up into him, that soft globe of a honker mushed into his forearm, made his heart race and his pecker stir. “Um, thanks. Can I-? Ahem. Can I see the machines?"

A purr rolled through Charlotte's nose. “You're lookin' at 'em, handsome."

Brock's face drooped. His stomach clotted into a lead weight. “Oh yeah?"

“Yeah," said Vanessa. She rubbed the couch cushion between her and Charlotte. “Take a load off, sweetheart. Let's chat a little."

He stared at the space between the two heifers. It was not a full cushion, but only a minute space of weathered upholstery left open by the two gigantic women. It looked terribly small, like a prison cell. With Stacey latched to his side like a guard, he didn't seem to have a choice.

“OK…" He went to the couch and sat down between them. His behind scraped the flanks of their thighs and ass as he came down. Their warm, chunky legs squished up against him. He was way taller and more muscular than them, yet he'd never felt smaller. His hands stayed on his knees. “You girls are awfully welcoming."

Charlotte laid a dainty hand on top of his. She was on his right. “Thank you, sweetheart. The least we can do for a newcomer like yourself.

Vanessa leaned into him. Her breath tickled the side of his neck. “Tell us, how old are you?"

His heart hammered away painfully. His ears were arched back defensively. Something like terrified glee made his fingers clench at his pants. Charlotte's hand on his sent ripples of electricity up his arm. “N-nineteen."

“Mmmmm, young. Younger than Matthew, I think."

“He sure is," Charlotte leaned into him.

Stacey walked around the couch and came up behind him. She swallowed the back of his head with her mountainous, sweater-covered bosom. Her hands laid on his shoulders and massaged him. “Do you have a girlfriend, Brock?"

His unease was going away, replaced now by a boyish glee. [i]Holy shit, this isn't happening.[/i] “No ma'am. I don't."

“Oh hush," said Vanessa. “Handsome boy like you's gotta bat the girls away with a stick, don't ya?"

Charlotte grabbed the visor of his cap and tossed it away, letting the white locks of his mane spill down his forehead. She ran her fingers through them, finding them to be soft like an angel's. “I bet he does, but I don't think he can bat three cows away, can you?" She brought her face to his, close enough that he could see the detail of her lashes as they fluttered at him. The soft brown of her eyes looked dazzling amidst the darker pools of fur that clouded her face.

“N-no," he said. “I wouldn't want to."

“Mmmm, I didn't think so."

“But uh…" He gulped and chuckled. “I uh… I don't if I should… say this."

“Say anything," Stacey said. She was massaging his shoulders, both to relax him and to get a better feel of his muscles. “You can tell us."

“I might not have… I might not have ever done this before."

Vanessa frowned. “You mean with more than one?"

“No," he said. “Not just that. I mean… with any girl." His face was ablaze. His hands balled into his fists atop his thighs. [i]I probably shouldn't have said that.[/i]

He was met with shocked stares. Charlotte stopped rubbing his hand and Stacey stopped massaging his shoulders. “Honey," said Vanessa. “You ain't serious."

He looked at her with genuine remorse. “I am. Sorry."

The three gals all shared a quick look at each other. The same thought passed between them: [i]Jackpot.[/i]

Charlotte resumed rubbing his hand. “Oh sweety, that's OK."

Vanessa did the same to his other hand. “We'll show you how it's done."

Stacey rubbed his shoulders more deeply. “Yeah. It's OK. You're gonna enjoy it."

A pleasant surprise. His eyes were round. Again he refused to believe this was real. “Yeah, I don't doubt it."

“Why don't we go upstairs?" Charlotte asked. “We got an open bunk we can use. We got it nice n' made for you."

“Oh yeah?"

“We sure do," Vanessa said. “We're gonna make it even comfier for ya once you're in it."

“I think it's gonna be comfy for all of us," Stacey added.

Brock was already in a state of sublime comfort where he sat, so much so that he didn't want to leave. His penis was already starting to stiffen in his jeans. A mound of turgid flesh began creeping its way down his leg, sitting hot against his upper thigh. “Yeah," he said. “That sounds great."

Charlotte and Vanessa both stood up, holding his hands. He stood up with them, remembering suddenly that he was taller than them. “This way, sweet heart," Vanessa said. They guided him to the stairs which they climbed to the second floor. Vanessa and Charlotte were ahead, Vanessa being right in front of him. Her ass grinded and wobbled in front of his face. The back pockets of her jeans looked like spade shovels. Stacey was right behind him, also admiring the rocky shape of his posterior as it pumped him up the stairs. They made it to the hallway where they marched to the spare bedroom. Charlotte opened the door for him.

For a scary second he expected something or someone to be waiting for him inside. Mr. Rodriguez would be there, arms crossed, scowling deeply. “You failed the test, boy." Maybe the girls were planning to do something to him, something much less kind than having sex. This all seemed too good to be true, after all. Instead of a trap or a maligned farmer he found an empty bedroom containing nothing but a large, neatly made bed and a dresser in front of it. He took a deep breath. [i]Relax. Relax. Don't wanna act too nervous in front of the girls.[/i]

That proved challenging once he heard the door close behind him. He turned around to see Stacey smiling at him, her hand on the knob. Without another word she came up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips. Her eyes were closed while his were gaped. Those fluffy lips of hers locked with him effortlessly. He felt her breasts flatten against his chest so that his heart pounded against them, separated from hers by a mile of mammaries. His hands were out by his sides, frozen in place, unsure of where to go. Slowly they craned their way to her trunk and laid on her curves. His nerves began to wane, and he closed his eyes. His horsetail cocked up behind him. He returned her smooches, the smack of their lips echoing throughout the empty bedroom.

Charlotte and Vanessa refused to be left out. They both went to his sides in front of him, laying one arm on his back. Their tits swaddled him, joining Stacey in their pillowy entrapment. Their thighs met his bulge, earning him the first bite of pleasure. A snort blew through his nose. He relocated his hands so that he could hug all three girls into him. Given their collective mass, it required most of his wingspan.

He moved from Stacey's mouth to Charlotte who was on his left. He found his lips in a vice, chewed voraciously between her teeth. With a few curt suckles and pulls she made clear what she wanted. The most Brock could do was keep his mouth lax so that she could have her way with him. The other gals did the same with what they had. Stacey kissed at his cheek and jowl while Vanessa gnawed on the exposed flank of his neck. The cords pulled taut, his pronounced pulse pounding away persistently.

He had to pry his lips from between Charlotte's teeth so that he could show Vanessa some love. She was much gentler, but not without her own hunger for his taste. All three of the women's tails flicked and snapped behind them. They bumped and jostled their asses against one another, jockeying for more space in front of him. Poor Brock was the floodgate, holding back a surging mass of bovine femininity that threatened to knock him over. Most difficult was his penis, now on the verge of being wholly erect, scraping against his denim. It was bent at its midpoint by his zipper, ready to break through the many stainless steel teeth so that it could achieve full stature.

Brock parted mouths with Vanessa so that he could get some air. The space between their four faces was saunafied by their collective breathing. Brock's cheeks felt like they were on fire. “God… Girls… Gimme a sec…"

They laid their mouths off him, though none of them wanted to lose any space to another girl. “What's wrong, sweetheart?" asked Vanessa.

“Gettin' rowdy, aren't ya?" Charlotte asked. Brock's penis was slung down his left thigh, towards her. It grated against her, heat permeating through the double layer of denim between it and her leg. She humped against it, stoking the temperature of her own intense arousal. “Gettin' ready to bust out of them pants, I can feel it."

Out of anyone there it was Stacey who struggled the most. Though she remained placid her cunt was on fire. The underwear was pasted to the skin of her crotch by a severe flood of moisture bleeding out of her flower. She vibrated against him, tail undulating behind her like a spastic snake.

“I can feel it too," she huffed, face ablaze. “I think we should get those pants off." She was partly referring to his, mostly to her own.

Vanessa smirked. “Yeah, I think so too." Her hand pried into the tight gap between her and Stacey, landing on his fat crotch bulge. She hooked her thumb on the button and popped it open. The fly came down easily, pressured by the arrogant jut of his cock.

Brock came close to hyperventilating. “Ah… Ah… Ahah… Ahhh…"

Charlotte hushed him softly. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… It's alright. Let us take care of it, sweety."

“I know. I know. Hehe… I just…" He licked his lips. He felt like his heart was ready to explode along with his pecker. “Can I-? Can I just sit down?"

“Of course, sugar," said Vanessa. “Take a load off."

“Th-thanks." He stepped back from them, looking over his shoulder so he could backpedal into the bed and sit on the edge. The flaps of his jeans were fully apart, exposing the top portion of his boxers. They were dreadfully swollen over the continuous growth of his pole, now so bloated inside his pants that the girls could make out the shape of his glans. “Sorry if I'm a little amped up. I'm having fun, I swear. I'm just-"

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" hushed Charlotte.

“Baby, you ain't gotta apologize for a damn thing," Vanessa said.

Stacey went to her knees right in front of him, between his parted thighs. Her hands rubbed the inside of her thighs. “Just you relax~"

He gawked down at her. Those phoenicopterine eyes were locked onto his, made all the more beautiful by the proximity of his erection. “OK…"

Stacey reached into his fly. Her fingers hooked into the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down to reveal the upper fringe of his pubes. Further down they went. Out came the root of his shaft, then his balls. She was joined by her compatriots, kneeling at the sides of his knees so that they could start tugging his jeans down. He leaned back so that the task was easier. He watched as his hips became exposed, then his thighs and cock. Out flopped his immense pecker, a turgid column of black horse meat now free to achieve its zenith. A flex made his glans flare. Those obese orbs hung in their purse heavily, raunchy with the stench of a strapping young man used to hard work, if not the touch of a woman.

He was given it at last with Stacey's dainty hand clasping the underside of his cock. Her touch was supremely delicate, using only the softest extremity of her fingers and palms to make contact with his leathery cock skin. It started near the hilt then elevated past the intermediary ring to go around his cock helmet. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of it, drinking its every facet and detail. The muscle rocketing up its underside, something that would have sufficed as a cock on its own, bowed out at her majestically. Just running her hand along it impressed upon her its masculine strength.

Brock's jaw was slack, panting softly. His brain was awash with feelings ready to make him pass out or puke. His gut was in knots. He curled his toes in his boots and grabbed two fistfuls of bedsheet. Making matters worse were Vanessa and Charlotte's additions. Charlotte leaned her face into his pillar and landed a soft kiss on the portion just beneath the tip, right where that great bundle of nerves were located. A hiss sucked into him along with a great stab of pleasure in his loins. He felt his balls get heavier, something Vanessa alleviated by diving her face into his swollen purse, right between the nads.

She helped herself to a deep whiff. [i]Snifffffffff.[/i] “Mmmmmmmm~" She hefted his eggs with both hands, rolling them between her fingers, admiring their manly weight and the softness of the skin covering them. She nuzzled up into the root of his shaft, kissing and lapping her tongue at it ever so softly.

“Ah shit…" huffed Brock. “Ah! Ahh… Fuck."

A throaty chuckle came out of Charlotte. She looked at him with one eye, the other hidden behind her hair. She continued smooching at that sensitive region. “Feels good, hmm?"

“Yeah…" he huffed. “You girls… Haha… You're all so pretty."

That made the three of them laugh. “And you're so handsome," said Charlotte before rewarding him with a firm grip at the base of his shaft and some even firmer kisses.

Stacey's grip on him fell to the root. She blessed him with a few smooches of her own, going up his shaft until she was alongside Charlotte, right atop that delicate bundle of nerves. He gasped sharply. His pleasure was spiking. “[i]Hah! Hah! Hah![/i]" Vanessa heard the commotion and looked up from his balls to see what was happening. She smirked to herself and joined in on the fun. All three of them wrung his cock with kisses and licks. They peered at him with half-closed eyes, gauging his intense pleasure with the expression on his face.

It contorted as his jaw fell open to let out the sincerest of moans. He didn't last very long from there. “[i]Hyuhhhhhhhhh~![/i]" Cum rocketed from his cock slit in a long, thin ribbon that blurred through the air high above their heads. It came plummeting back down on Brock's rapidly rising tummy, splatting a small constellation of milky pearls. The brightest of pleasure made his thigh muscles buck and spasm, humping his cock into the air above his lap, into Stacey and Charlotte's grasp.

The girls did not stop or flinch. They continued their sensual licks and kisses as if nothing was happening. Their sensual gazes looked past his erupting cock, enjoying the sight of his face twisting. Those effeminate moans were music to their ears. Stacey stroked his pole, Charlotte made out with the underside of his tip, and Vanessa squeezed his nuts as they contracted inside his sack. That mighty cock muscle throbbed mightily, pumping out every bit of ivory ejaculate it had to offer.

His orgasm petered out finally, leaving him to float in the blissful afterglow. A tidal wave of emotions both joyous and remorseful made his breath stutter. Tears welled in his eyes as his cum stained belly continued to jerk. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Oh fuck! Huhhh… I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I-"

All three of the girls placated him with some gentle shushes. “It's OK. It's alright," cooed Stacey.

“You did exactly what we wanted you to do," Charlotte told him.

Vanessa was admiring the load of white pearls he'd spat all over his chest and stomach. “And you did a damn good job of it too."

He appreciated it, but his breath was still choked in his throat by his euphoria. It took him a moment to collect himself. He wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist just in time before a tear fell from one of them. He sniffled. “Ah… Thanks." He laughed nervously. “Damn. Never saw the first time going quite like that, though I sort of always hoped. I don't know if it counts."

His pecker was starting to go soft. Stacey bowed it towards her so that she could kiss the slit where there remained a single glob of masculine nectar. The metallic, saline taste flooded her mouth as she suckled it. “It counts if you want it to, though if it doesn't we can finally do the real thing~" Her voice was muffled by his cock over her mouth.

His smile faded. “Yeah? We can do that?"

A characteristic scoff from Charlotte. “Sweety, did you really think we dragged you in here just to blow you? Come on."

He chuckled. “Ahah… Sorry. I'm just havin' a hard time… Mmf… Havin' a hard time believing it's really happening."

“Well then…" Vanessa stroked his deflating cock. “Let's make things more real."

“So… Are y'all three gonna do it together? One at a time? What?"

“Up to you, sweety," Charlotte said.

As heavenly as all three at once sounded, he didn't think he'd be able to handle that much ass all at once. “Yeah, maybe one at a time, if that's no problem."

“It sure ain't," said Vanessa. “Stacey, sweety, you wanna go first? I know how you've been lookin' at him since you first saw him."

Stacey pulled her mouth off his cock and smiled bashfully. “That obvious, huh?"

“Baby, you're as secretive as an elephant hiding behind a lamp shade."

Stacey looked up at Brock. “Is that OK?"

He smiled with just as much anticipation. “Yeah, that sounds great."

“Y'all two have fun~" Charlotte said before she and Vanessa peeled away from the two lovers.

Stacey stood up in front of him. They looked at each other wordlessly, expressing reluctant smiles. Stacey crossed her arms over her stomach and grabbed the bell of her sweater. She peeled it up and over her body, revealing the pleasant chub of her trunk and the Olympian pair of tits she kept contained by her navy blue bra. Brock watched raptly, his attention darting around the upper slope of her bosom like it was an intricately painted canvas. Texturing it were the mottled puddles of white and rose, each spot crashing over the next like waves in the ocean. Brock's penis, now keeled over in his lap, twitched with the first glimmer of life just from the sight of her.

She'd never felt more beautiful. She reached behind with one hand to unclasp her bra. It plummeted from her rack, allowing those two bountiful globes of gelatin to collapse into their natural shape, still as powerful and rotund. Soft pink nipples bigger than Brock's fist and pitted at their centers stared back at him forlornly. They way he stared at them, eyes broadened to their absolute, flattered her to no end.

She laid her hands atop the upper slopes. “I want you to touch them," she said in a shy, meager voice.

He blinked and looked up at her. He almost forgot there was a woman attached to so much boob. “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, yeah…" He looked at them again and licked his lips. He brought his hands up slowly, hesitated, then finally laid his palms on the underside of her breasts. Soft, warm, living flesh thrummed against his palms. Buzzes of delight rippled up his forearms to create gooseprickles across his skin. The dumbest grin lifted his face as the dream of so many young men finally played out for him. [i]I'm touching boobs! Holy shit![/i]

A blushing Stacey took pride in his reaction. She had her own round of shivers to make her fur stand on ends while her nipples went stiff. Dotting those saucer areolas were minute bumps. His hands would brush against them, earning her a brief but severe glowing sensation that added to her burning arousal. He rubbed, squeezed, and massaged her breasts, unable to get enough of their weight and softness, just like she couldn't get enough of his touch.

“Do you like them?" she asked.

Brock gulped. “Yeah, I do, a lot."

“Mmmm, I'm glad. Do you wanna take your clothes off?"

Of course he did, but he found himself glued to her chest. A part of him was afraid that the moment he let go it would be gone, somehow. “Y-yeah, let me just…" He gave both breasts a hearty honk before finally letting go to undress himself. While he kicked off his boots and peeled off his shirt Stacey stepped back to do the same with her pants and underwear. Brock paused for a moment just to watch, enamored by the bare beauty of her hips and thighs. There was her womanhood, perched between her legs, weeping a thickish moisture that reeked of urgent need. His penis, now at a half chub, gained an added burst of energy.

They were both naked, Brock in only his socks. She walked up and kissed him, her tits mushing into his collar and chest. He massaged them some more while she held his dick aloft and began jerking it back to life. It sprung out slowly, there being a biting ache in his cock muscle. They broke the kiss with a breathy sigh, a spindle of spit bridging their tongues. Their eyes opened and looked at each other.

“What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Stacey answered honestly. “I want you to fuck me."

They both laughed. “Yeah, I think I can do that, but how?"

“It's easy. Here, let me do this." She crawled onto the bed and stayed on her fours, that caravan of an ass hovering just next to him. She looked over at him saucily, that whippy cow tail slumped over one haunch lazily. “Get behind me," she muttered.

Charlotte and Vanessa watched from afar. They were both already naked, their undressing having gone unnoticed thanks to some expert distracting by Stacey. Vanessa sat in a chair near the corner, leaned back with her legs spread. One hand was on her crotch, the middle and ring fingers rolling in a circle around her clit, [i]skwishing[/i] the flesh and keeping it hot. Charlotte stood next to her, one hand on her tit teasing the nipple, the other rubbing the smooth plain above her pubis to hold herself a little longer. From their perspective Stacey was facing towards them. fact that they would have their turn eventually.

Brock hustled the rest of the way onto the bed, kneeling behind her. His pecker rocketed in front of him triumphantly, swaying like a claymore with his every move. He gawked at the mountain of posterior presented in front of him. He couldn't even see her pussy or tail hole, they were both so deeply hidden in a canyon of soft cow haunch.

Stacey sensed his hesitation and reached back to pull one cheek apart from the other. He could finally lay eyes on the enormous platter of leatherym pink donut and the slavering cunt lips just below. “Better?" she asked.

He huffed. “Yeah, it is." He took hold of her cheeks and held them apart. He pried at her pucker with his thumbs, dilating the wrinkled crater just a hair.

“Please not right there," she said.

“No, no, no. I wasn't going to. I just… wanted to see, is all."

She smiled. “See all you want, just fuck me eventually, please."

“Y-yeah." He let go of one haunch to grab his penis. He aimed it at her flower, feeling the heat gushing out of her and kissing his cock tip. A bloody shiver rippled up his spine. [i]OK. Here we go. Deep breaths.[/i] He lurched forward. Their organs collided. That gnarled trench of hot pink squelched against him. It was hot like metal in the sun, gripping Brock with an intensity he was not prepared for. Her vulva sank and gaped until finally the petals swallowed his flare, coddling him with that velvet sweetness.

They shared a deep gasp and a quiver. “Oh fuck~" cooed Stacey.

“Ahhhh… Ahhhh…" He grabbed hold of her hips, holding on for dear life. His jaw clenched, such powerful throbs of delight were rippling through his loins. He dared to press on, plunging more of that fat, black meat into her. His shaft vanished into her, losing the intermediary ring, then its entirety once his balls were mushed into her thighs.

“[i]Ohhh! Huhhh…[/i]" Stacey trembled around him, his every heartbeat and flex bringing a retort of delight. “[i]Yes… Brock…[/i]"

He smoothed his hand around her lower back and ass. “Fuck… Stacey… Ahh… Haha… It's amazing…"

“[i]Mmmmmmmmm~[/i]" Her tail careened from one side to the other, batting his stomach. “[i]It sure is. Ohhhh…[/i]"

Brock did what came naturally. His hips reeled back, withdrawing his juice-glistening pillar from her pussy and pulling her lips out with it. Just seeing his manhood falling out of her sent ripples of delight throughout his lower back. His jaw twitched. The grip on her hips tightened, sinking the fingertips into her curves. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was held by her pussy, then he heaved the first thrust, drilling back into her depths.

A moan was shared between them. Brock repeated the motion and struck an awkward, stilted rhythm. He was half bent over her, jaws clenched, pulling on her hips so that his thrusts were short and direct. [i]Pap pap pap pap pap pap.[/i] His white horsetail was cocked up above his glutes which clenched and unclenched wildly. Those cumbersome orbs swung out from between his thighs and slapped Stacey's thighs. Flecks of her girl fluids squirted and belched from around his piston, adding to the symphony of erotic moans and rude sex noises.

Stacey was in heaven. Her back failed on her, arching until her chest and face laid flat on the mattress with her fingers clenched around the sheets. Her mouth was a wide O, letting fly her many lyrics of praise. “[i]Ohhhhh! Huhhhh! Ohhh fuck! Yes! Huhhhhhh! Yes~[/i]"

Brock's ears were pinned back against his head as if intimidated by her joyous retorts. He could hardly process that he was the one making her do that. The fact that he was made his heart soar with pride, thus he drew his hips back further and fucked her even harder. [i]PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP![/i]

Stacey tugged at the sheets. Her voice ascended. “[i]HUHHHH! YES! OHHHH! HUHHHHH! HUHHHH!!![/i]"

With a surge of pleasure Brock could hold his tongue no longer. “[i]Hahhh! I'm cumming. Ahhhhh, I'm close! FUCK![/i]"

Stacey went into a low growl. Her own ecstasy was on the rise, begging for Brock's release so it could do the same. “[i]Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking… Cum inside me. Huhhh! YES![/i]"

Whatever coordination Brock had left in his thrusts melted away with the onset of his orgasm. His thighs and glutes began to quiver upon the pinnacle, forcing him to heave with all his might the last push. His head whipped back, throwing his snowy mane into a crescent above his head. Through his clenched teeth was a triumphant growl. “[i]HNNNGGGUUUUHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]" His balls, packed into Stacey's backside, were sucked into his loins once he blew out the first rope into her womb. They coincided with the throb of his cock muscle which ebbed and burst against Stacey's taut quim lips.

It was just what she needed. With the slam of his seed into her depths she crashed headfirst into an ethereal climax. She joined his masculine growl with a much more doleful, throatier moan. “[i]HYUUUUUUEEEGHHHHHHUUUUUUuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" Those great mounds of ass pressed flat by Brock's hips started quaking violently. Powerful muscles at the hilt of her cunt squeezed him full force, milking him for every drop that he could spare. She let loose a bounty of her own; thickish globs of white girl nectar squirted and squelched from around his throbbing pecker. It oozed down his balls and coagulated around the hilt where she clung to him so mercilessly.

Passions faded, and they were left in a drunkening afterglow. Brock bowed over her like he had been punched in the gut. Stacey was slumped into the bed, quivering and squirming with her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The both of them huffed and moaned accordingly, unable to collect themselves for the time being.

Snapping them out of their collective stupor was Vanessa's voice. “There we go, big guy. Good fucking job."

He and Stacey looked up at her and Charlotte. Both of them forgot that they were even in there.

“Made her cum her fucking brains out," noted an impressed Charlotte. “Think you can do the same for us?"

Brock was still catching his breath. A light sweat had broken out across his forehead. He knelt upright, cock still buried in Stacey's cunny. “Hahah… Ahhh.. Yeah… I'd like to do that again." He laid his hand over his beating heart. [i]God… I got the strength, but maybe not the stamina[/i].

“Mmmmmmmm~" purred Stacey. “I loved it~"

“Yeah…" wheezed Brock. “So did I." He stepped back on his knees and pulled his limp cock out, uncorking an ungodly flood of molten splooge that belched from her pussy lips.

Stacey slumped over to her side and fingered herself. Dopamine saturated her mind. “Mmmmmm, so good."

“I can tell," said Vanessa. She stood up from her chair. “Now get off the bed and give me a turn."

Stacey did so reluctantly, rolling off the bed and standing up on a pair of wobbly feet. A single thread of horsecum drained from her chalice, connecting it to the hardwood below. She made a trail as she went to the chair to sit down and wallow in her good feeling. Vanessa sauntered to the bed and climbed on with her knees amidst the soggy aftermath.

“Hey there, sugar~"

Brock was still on his knees, cum-glazed cock drooping out from his lap. “Hey there, beautiful."

“Think you got any more of that for me?"

His penis was already painfully sore at this point, and yet there still brewed a reserve of energy to spend thanks to the beautiful bovine in front of him. “Yes ma'am, I sure do."

“Good." Vanessa fell over onto her back and parted her legs for him. At the epicenter of her loins was a puffy red pussy soaked in its own juices and seated within a plain of light blonde fur. Her tail slithered out on the bed eagerly. “'Cause momma wants everything you got in there."

“Ah, ah," tutted Charlotte. “Leave some for me."

“No promises," said Vanessa cheekily.

Brock couldn't make any either. He came up to her and knelt between her thighs. His meat stick hovered over her pelvis like a crane, reeking of Stacey's sex. Vanessa held it with just her thumb and two fingers to begin stroking it. The flesh was still sensitive, making Brock wince.

“Need help gettin' hard?" Vanessa asked.

Brock's face was flushed red. “Yeah, I'm gonna."

“I figured. It's alright." She angled his cock down onto her pussy, touching the bottom side of his helmet to her pursed cunt. She manipulated it up and down her hot, swampy trench. Those chunky female lips parted and squished, radiating that needful heat upon him and urging another erection.

Brock hissed and bit his lip through the process. He massaged Vanessa's inner thighs before migrating his hands to her tits. Like Stacey's they were enormous and soft, fun to simply honk and roll around.

Vanessa thought he looked adorable. “You like momma's tits?"

He laughed. “Yeah, I do. Ahh…"

“Mmmm, I like it when you play with 'em. I bet a big boy like you sure knows how to appreciate 'em."

“Y-yeah… Kinda hard not to."

Speaking of hard, his penis was at full staff again, laid out across her pelvis and ready to perform. As he drew his hips back she helped aim him at her flower. He pushed forward, parting those succulent petals and then breaching them. Burning flesh coddled him and he gasped. “Hahhh… Hahhh…" He slid the rest of the way home, laying his hips on her bottom and claiming the full depth of her veteran womanhood.

A delighted coo hummed through her nose. Those muscular, chunky legs scissored around his back, crossing over his lumbar and locking him in place. Her arms laid on his shoulders, hands splaying across his muscular back. “Mmmmmm, sugar. Momma likes that. Ohhhh~"

His hands were buried in her tits, holding himself up. His arms were starting to shake from the joy of his pecker being milked and the growing fatigue that plagued his muscles. He had no choice but to lie down on her, his chin coming to rest on her right shoulder. Desperate pants beat past her ear. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Oh God…"

She tightened her leg grip on him and massaged her back. “It's OK. Let me hear it. Mmmmmmmm… Be a good boy and fuck me too, hmm?"

A weak chuckle. “Hah… Yes ma'am." His ass pulled up into the air and threw the first thrust. He pushed into her slowly, drawing out each backswing for as long as he could bring it. He huffed and moaned louder than she did at first, overwhelmed by the grip of her cunny and the heat of her bosom against his chest. “Huhhhh… Huhhhh… Vanessa… Huhhh…"

Vanessa's mouth was parted and her eyes were closed. She palmed the back of his head with one hand and held his butt with the other. “[i]Ohhhh… Sweetheart… Huhhhh! That's it… Yes… Oh, momma likes that…[/i]"

He nuzzled into her neck, kissing and gnawing wildly. She leaned her face against his, belting those moans past his ear to let him know just how good he was doing. She couldn't get enough of him, pinching, rubbing, and groping each muscle that went into fucking her. Naturally it was those iron glutes which powered his thrusts that she liked to feel the most. It was encouragement to go harder and faster, something he found the power to do from within the depths of his loins now on fire.

[i]Whumph whumph whumph whumph. [/i]

The bed rocked beneath them. Had anyone been downstairs they would've heard and felt the scrape of the bedframe on the floor, its rumbles humming through the ceiling. With it were the muffled bellows coming from Vanessa, much more bombastic in the room where they happened.

“[i]Oh God! Huhhhhh! Yes, sweety! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh yes! Huhhhhh![/i]"

Brock didn't let himself slow down. He gritted through the fatigue and the ache in his penis. Sweat fell in trails down his fur, wetting the sheets and the wailing woman beneath him. His effort was rewarded with a sudden crescendo in Vanessa's voice, her pleasure having reached an apex on him. That matronly southern drawl burst into a shrill caterwaul upon her cumming. It rang in Brock's ears, a small price to pay given the heavenly spasms which her cream-spilling pussy burst around him with. Her oils clotted around his piston and her lips. It added to the wetness his balls smacked her ass with.

[i]PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP![/i]

Brock didn't last much longer. He grunted through the last set of thrusts before going into another loud howl of delight, this time muffled by Vanessa's neck where he kept his face buried. The humping came to a stop, unloading yet another flood that christened Vanessa's womb. While not to the same volume as his previous release, it more than made up for it in sheer, leg-spasming delight.

Vanessa, already off the high of her orgasm, kissed and cooed him through the ordeal. “Mmmmmmmmm, that's a good boy. Ohhhhhh, yes~ Let it out."

Once he had his head slumped down next to her. He panted hard. By now he was soaked in sweat. His leg muscles burned something terrible. Now that the pleasure was fading it was replaced by a terrible ache in his cock muscle.

“Are y'all done?" asked an impatient Charlotte. “'Cause it's my turn and I'm dying over here."

“Oh, calm down," said Vanessa. She unwrapped her legs from Brock. “Alright, sweety. You can get up, now."

Brock did so lazily, rolling off her like a corpse. His chest heaved up and down with one forearm draped across it. His eyes were closed, unable to see anything beyond the fog of exhaustion that had clouded over him. He felt the bed shift as Vanessa left it. Only a moment later and he felt another great weight replace her. His eyes opened, took a moment to focus, then saw a smiling Charlotte leaning over him.

“Hey there," she said. “Having fun?"

Dread settled in Brock's chest. He licked his lips. “Yeah… I think so."

“I can tell." She picked up his pecker. It was like a dead fish in her hand, limp and slimy. She gave it a playful wag, flinging off several droplets of cum. “How 'bout we get this thing runnin' again so you can have some more?"

Brock winced. “Ahhh… I don't know if I can."

“[i]Tch.[/i] Not with that attitude." Charlotte threw her leg over him and sat on his thighs, straddling them. She laid his dick out on his belly and started stroking it hard. What cum still remained in his tube was squeezed out onto his stomach where his first ejaculation had dried into a crust.

“Haha! Ahhh…"

“Oh, hush. I know you got some spunk left in you. You ain't 'bout to burn out on me now, not while I'm all buttered up." That much was clear thanks to the film of girl juice that was splotched around her nethers. She let go of his pecker and slid herself forward, pinning it to his pelvis with her cunt lips. A deep groan emanated from her throat as she bit her lips and grinded on him. “Yeah… You've got somethin' in store for me. I can feel it."

A wincing Brock held onto her thighs for dear life. Each pump of blood into his beleaguered member was a throb of pain. His cock skin, no matter how lubricated from the other girls, chafed miserably beneath Charlotte's authoritarian humping. “Y-yeah. Haha… Ahhh… I'll try."

“Mmmm… Honey, there ain't no tryin'. You either do, or you don't, and I'm gonna make sure you do."

A sharp pang of delight made him hiss. “Ah… Yes ma'am."

His cock was hard again, bearing its firmness against her grinding pussy. She came to a stop and hoisted herself up so that she could aim his pecker skyward. Her cunt loomed over it before falling down on his zenith. A shudder billowed through her. “Ohhhhhh, yeah~" She put her weight on him, penetrating the gate of her quim. While balancing with her hands on his pecs she came down his length ever so slowly, finally bringing herself to the root of his masculine tower. Her head swooned. “[i]Ohhhhhhh, Brock, sugar. Mmmmmmmmmm~[/i]"

Through the discomfort of his sexual fatigue he could still savor the embrace of her cunt. His hands came to her tits which hung over his face like a pair of wrecking balls. “Hahhhh… Charlotte… Ahhh…"

She wasted no time. Her knees unbent, swinging her body up the full height of his cock before gravity brought her plummeting down. An avalanche of fat, brown ass slammed full force into Brock's lap, nearly crushing the poor lad and the bed beneath him. [i]WHUMPH![/i] Brock and Charlotte both threw their heads back with a collective shout. She was a big woman, but by absolutely no means was she immobile. With an almost frightening speed and ferocity she rode him, slamming into his pelvis with devastating inertia.

[i]SCHMACK! SCHMACK! SCHMACK! SCHMACK! [/i]

“[i]HUHHHH! HUHHHHHH! OH FUCK! AHHHHHHH YES![/i]"

Brock suffered the brunt of her power. His hands were back on her hips, clinging to the great rolls of fat that waved and crashed with the pump of her body. On instinct her hand went to her pussy, dipping the middle and ring fingers into the cavity and twirling the pearl at its corner. Her moans turned into shrill wails. She was flying on a cloud of bliss, powered by the riding on his cock and piloted by the rapid jab and hook of her fingers.

And somehow it wasn't enough. She stopped for only a brief moment to lie down on him. His entire head vanished into a coffin of tits, his nose sinking all the way down into her sternum. With his cock parallel to his body Charlotte threw herself back on it, fingers still laying siege to her pearl. The world around Brock was black, the screams echoing around him muffled by a mask of tit. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling on them with each throw of her body down his shaft.

Her orgasm caught her off guard, bringing her to an abrupt stop. Her entire spine, from her neck to her hips, swooped into a steep crescent. The tail swung with it, going into a tight curl. From her plugged cunt gurgled a flood of cum, thickish sex product that squelched and slicked Brock's pillar down to the balls. Her entire body quaked violently. A loud lowe of love ripped out of her. Amidst it all Brock was cumming too, the very last drops of what his cumtanks had in store being lost amidst a great current of girl cum.

“Ohhhhhh, Brock, sweetheart… Huhhhhhh… I needed that~"

“Mmmmmmmph…" groaned the stallion smothered in her breasts.

She sat up, lifting the veil on a man completely spent of everything he had to offer short of his life force. Charlotte massaged his chest and giggled. “That's a good boy."

She pried herself off his cock, letting slip what little of his seed he had spent on her. She laid at his side and cuddled up to him on his right. They were joined by the other two cows, Stacey on his left, Vanessa above his head. He was swaddled in a cocoon of matronly warmth, their collective bosoms pressed into him from every angle. Vanessa's breasts sat on the top of his head like a hat, almost covering his eyes. It was a welcome distraction from the burning of his penis, now flaccid across his cum-soaked hip.

“How was that, sugar?" asked Charlotte. She kissed around his neck and cheek.

Brock's mouth was dry like the Sahara. He tried gulping but couldn't muster any spit. “Good," he wheezed.

“Bit of an understatement, I think," said Vanessa.

“I think it was better than good," Stacey said. “I think it was amazing." She laid her head on his pack and put her arm across his trunk. Charlotte did the same on the other side.

“Yeah," he said weakly. “It was." With the fog of good feeling dissipating from his mind, he was starting to recollect where he was and what he had done. “Ah, I should probably get back to the stable. The guys might… need me for something."

That got a laugh out of the girls. “Sugar, they know not to call you for anything right now," Charlotte told him.

He looked at her. “They do?"

“Yeah. They know [i]exactly[/i] what's going on in here."

“Oh… You girls have done it with them too, haven't you?"

Vanessa was tracing a finger around his chest. “Life on the farm gets lonely, you know. A cow needs someone to spend it with."

That put a small damper on things. He thought this was special for him. Oh well. “Yeah, I bet it does."

“I'm glad we get to spend time with you," said Stacey.

“Me too," said Charlotte. “And we're gonna be spending a lot of time together~"

“For as looooooong as you work here~" added Vanessa.

Brock just stared ahead into the ceiling, a great big smile on his face. “Yeah," he said. “I think I just might stay here and work a while." He turned his eyes up at Vanessa. “What do y'all think?"

They thought it was a good idea too.

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