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Mr. Rodriguez had noticed an odd shift in atmosphere around the farm. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the way his farm hands were acting was… off. They were altogether a spritely group of men, old and young, the kind who, after working hard all day, spent their nights smoking in the man cave. They'd throw darts, watch sports, and crack jokes at each other until the night grew old. Then they would retire until morning for another day of labor. Rodriguez was familiar with the type because he was one himself. It didn't make a difference that he was their boss and owned the farm. They may have been a bunch of rough and tumble stallions while Rodriguez was a human, but the species divide hardly mattered to any of them, or so Rodriguez liked to think. He'd been working with anthros his entire life. Weren't a damn way he treated them any differently than his own kind.

So why did they start acting all funny around him?

Jim, the oldest and biggest of the bunch, had always been the most genial of the five. Rodriguez was only a few years older than him. The two of them shared many common interests and a similar sense of humor. That's why it was jarring when Jim suddenly became more reticent around him. He usually responded kindly whenever Rodriguez asked him to do things, always giving a chipper “yes sir" or a “no problemo". Now his voice was kept low, his gaze held down. They'd known each other for years. All of the sudden it was like Jim was afraid of him.

He wasn't the only one. The four other hands acted like they had a bug up their asses whenever the boss was around. Their smiles were forced and their laughs were awkward. If Rodriguez cracked a joke, it took them an odd amount of time to get it and react. He asked Nat, the shire, if anything was wrong.

Nat had looked at him like he was an oncoming train. “Sir?"

“I was wonderin' if anything was wrong with you. You've been… I don't know… Down, or something. I'm just worried, is all."

It took Nat a moment to form a smile, an attempt at disarming any worries. “No sir. I'm fine."

“OK, and the other guys? They're alright too?"

That seemed to make him even more anxious. “Yes sir. They're great."

Rodriguez didn't believe him for a second, but had no reason to challenge him. “Alright. You take care now."

“Yeah," said Nat, sighing with what sounded like relief. “You too."

And so they did, going on about each other's business like they usually did. The fields were tilled and the seeds were planted. Everything was put in order for a nice harvest while the cows were putting up a nice yield of milk. The fellas might have been acting strange, but so long as it didn't get in the way of how the farm was running, it was no skin off Rodriguez's back.

What should've been bothering him instead was how his daughter was acting.

Carmella had a free pass from work around the property, doing whatever her daddy told her to do, but never having to do anything heavier than what he'd expect her momma to do. That's why it should've come as odd when she made it a habit of volunteering to help the boys work whenever they were out in the field.

“Can I see if Jim needs help?"

“Nat's doing something. Is it OK if I give him a hand?"

“I thought I saw Willard carrying something to the barn. I'll go see what's up."

“Matthew was asking if someone could help him with something. I'll go."

“Oh? I think I heard Larry calling my name. I'll see what's up."

It was out of the blue and out of the ordinary. Carmella was the pretty country girl who helped her momma in the kitchen and around the house, not the knee-scraping tomboy who went out and scuffed up her palms doing dirty work. Her usual outfit changed from skimpy daisy dukes and breast-hugging crop tops to heavy overalls and plain T-shirts. She'd always go out seeing if something needed to be done, then coming back with her hair in a tussle, face red, skin glistening with sweat, and out of breath. First thing she'd say was that whatever needed to be taken care of had been and that she had to take a shower. Without another word there would be footsteps thumping up the stairs and the rumble of pipes flushing water into the upstairs bathroom.

It was odd, yes, but Rodriguez was less than ready to question or challenge it. What reason was there to stop his daughter from putting in a hard day's work with the guys? Production was up. Jobs were getting done more quickly. Morale in the stable was good, even though that seemed to dissipate whenever Rodriguez was around for whatever reason, but that didn't matter the more he thought about it. A happy farm was a productive farm, and a productive farm was a wealthy farm. There was no reason to complain.

Carmella couldn't either, not when she was getting fucked by five of the most well-hung studs in the south. Her mission to provide help to the boys usually meant sucking dick or bending over, if not both, depending on how adventurous either of them were feeling. She ran through the lot on a weekly basis, mapping out hiding spots throughout the farm and making good use of them when nobody was around. A few minutes of flesh-clapping thrusts that filled her with a cunny-swelling horse dick and she'd be oozing seed. That was if she didn't pull their breeches down and swallow them as far as she could go. Carmella was a talented woman, but kissing lap on a southern workhorse proved as daunting as landing on the moon.

They got good at keeping things a secret. The overalls were for hiding the horse cum. She would have to carry it all the way back to the house and let loose in the shower. Daisy dukes were sexy, but they weren't good at containing horse loads. With overalls she at least stood a chance at secrecy. In the case of oral the guys liked to unload on her face and chest. What she couldn't wipe off with just her hands had to be removed via water hose, [i]then[/i] the shower. There was always a mess on her coming out of it, but the boys didn't come out of it any cleaner. Gentlemen that they were, they made sure she got off, and get off she did. They were horses, after all.

Fears that she may have proved too distracting were quelled once productivity went up. As it turned out, fucking a buxom farmer's daughter once made men happy to work at the farm. A boost in morale combined with a feeling of debt towards the man who made her gave the guys an added boost to their work ethic. The days they fucked might have gone slowly, but it was everything in between that went on as smooth as butter.

There was only one party that suffered. Before the fateful night when Carmella let the five men run a train on her, she liked to hang out with the milk cows. They were her daddy's second major source of income. They lived on the farm rent-free in return for their milk which they produced year-round. Like the horses, they ranged between young and old and came from around the world. Carmella liked to hang out with them in the barn, usually just to exchange gossip and to give them company. A unique group of heifers they were, having funny stories to share every day Carmella sat down with them.

That was becoming less and less frequent now that Carmella was having fun with the guys. It wasn't that she didn't care for their company anymore, it's just that when given the choice of gossiping and cumming her brains out on a fat horse cock, she tended to take the latter. Worse still, some of the cows were lovers with the guys, though only casually. Much like Carmella had been turned on to what horses had packing, the guys were hooked on human anatomy. Once you go horse, you're stuck, of course. Fuck a human, your dick is fumin'.

None of the cows would've openly admitted to being jealous of Carmella, but saying they weren't would've been a bold-faced lie. Spotting her disappearing around the corner of the stable with one of the guys always generated a scoff or a grimace. The more vocal of the cows expressed their dissatisfaction, claiming that humans were stealing anthro men from out beneath them. The more level-headed condemned such racism, but could not stop themselves from thinking the same in private.

None of them felt it more than Skyler. A Dutch immigrant, she was the youngest of the dozen cows that lived on the farm. Through sheer luck, she wasn't the only Dutch person on the farm, the other being Willard with whom she shared a special friendship. When the two met it had been years since they'd heard their native tongue out of someone in person. Naturally, they started hanging out, spending their off time at the old oak tree on the hill by the edge of the property. They would chat in Dutch, usually about little things like what they had done that day or goings on in the world. Willard was a handsome stallion, Skyler an explosively robust heifer. It was only natural that they began making love out in the woods where nobody could see them.

That was until Carmella spied on them one day from behind a tree. Poor girl was as stealthy as a thunderstorm, stomping through the woods behind them and peeking around a trunk to watch them fuck. It wouldn't have bothered Skyler that much if she had just asked. Humans were curious animals. She probably wanted to see if what was said about stallions was true. Skyler would've been happy to tell her that it was; she didn't have to invade anyone's privacy to find out. Willard didn't seem to mind. In the middle of pounding Skyler's backside he had said “Let her watch," in Dutch. Skyler meant to protest, but Willard's sexual prowess proved persuasive. One creampie later and she quickly forgot about Carmella's snooping.

It came back to haunt her once Carmella started spending more time with the stallions. She suspected that Willard or some other guy had given her a taste of horse dick and gotten her hooked. From there Willard started spending less time with Skyler, instead parking his phallus in what he thought was a more suitable garage. It not only robbed Skyler of a lover in Willard but a friend in Carmella. They were best friends, or so Skyler thought. Carmella coming over to the barn for a chat with the girls was always a pleasant time. That had all but ceased now that Carmella liked to sleep around. Skyler didn't dislike her for it, but she wanted her friend and lover back.

She thought up a way to get them both.

Skyler went to the farmhouse on a summer day when the sun was high and hot, illuminating the great fields of grass into an infinite emerald. Only a thin shred of clouds floated in the sky, leaving the great country blue exposed for proper admiration. Skyler was in her overalls, a few yards of denim stretched around the brutal swell of her tits and hips. Her globular bosom floated as she walked through the grass, pulling the strap buttons near to popping. Her whip-tail swayed behind her, flicking its paintbrush tip through the grass. The graphite coat covering her was mottled in white splotches from her head to her feet. She was an enormous woman, but retained a youthful face and a pair of European-blue eyes.

The porch steps creaked loudly as she climbed them. Trips to the house were rare given everything she owned and needed was back at the barn. Standing in front of the front door felt weird, like she was on some off-limits portion of the property. At any moment someone might holler for her to get off the porch and get back to the barn. After taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.

[i]Ding-dong![/i]

A few moments later she heard footsteps. The front door opened to reveal Mrs. Rodriguez wearing a large T-shirt and some jeans. She was the spitting image of her daughter, both in face and stature, if only a few decades older in appearance.

She looked surprised. “Oh! Hey Skyler. What brings you here?"

Skyler waved. “Hi, Mrs. Rodriguez!" Her voice was cheery and melodic, though heavy with a Dutch accent. “We were just trying to move a TV in the barn but it's too big and heavy. I asked the horses if they could help but they were all busy. I was hoping Carmella could offer a hand if she was available."

“Oh. Well, Frank is here. He'll be glad to help."

Skyler shook her head. “Oh no. I mean, Carmella asked us to come to her if she ever needed help. She helps the horses, no? I think she'd want to help us." Skyler cringed internally. That had to have sounded shoddy.

Mrs. Rodrguez didn't seem to think so. “Well, alright! She has been awfully helpful lately. I'll go get her."

Skyler bowed her head. “Thank you very much, Mrs. Rodriguez."

“Skyler, please. You know to call me Susan."

“Ah, sorry Mrs. Susan."

Susan laughed. “Don't worry about it. You wanna come in for a little bit? Do you need anything?"

Skyler shook her head. “Oh no. I'm OK."

“You sure? It's awfully hot out."

“Oh, we're fine. I just want to get back to the barn and watch TV." Another wince. That was rude.

“Oh, well alright, then."

Susan closed the door halfway and climbed the foyer steps to get Carmella. Skyler stood on the doormat, her hooves clasped in front of her chest. Her tail flicked behind her anxiously. [[i]Please, God. Let this work.[/i]] She saw Carmella's legs coming down the foyer steps. They were covered in overalls. Carmella opened the door and smiled at her.

“Hey! You needed help moving a TV?"

Skyler nodded. Her heart was pounding in her chest. “Yes! It's a big one we bought. We need help setting it up."

“OK. Twelve of you girls and you need my help?"

Skyler's stomach twisted. “Ah, well… I thought you'd want to help because-"

“I'm messing with you," Carmella said with a smile. “Come on. Let's get this thing moved."

The two of them headed down the porch and towards the barn where the cows lived. The entrance was a heavy pair of double doors painted red with white cross beams in front. They slid them open to reveal the living room where the cows liked to hang out. It was similar to the stable where the horses lived, but different in the furniture and machinery it contained. Where there was a pool table in the stable was instead a pile of bean bags where one girl was taking a load off. They were all seated somewhere, fighting the heat with the help of a giant AC unit that hung in the wall close to the ceiling, whirring loudly. One similarity to the stable was the haze of cigarette smoke that hung in the air like an overcast.

The girls' occupation as milk cows was immediately obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes. Like Skyler, they were all stacked in the chest compartment, looking like they were smuggling bean bags in their shirts. The rest of their bodies were equally thick, requiring sizes of clothes that could only be bought at special retailers. Though similar in size, they came in a myriad of colors, ages, and backgrounds. There were coats smooth, others long. Next to a girl with jet black fur was someone white like snow, then someone with a mix of both. Skyler was the youngest in her mid-twenties. Florence was the eldest at a ripe 62, the oldest person on the entire farm but just as productive.

Just as varied as their appearances and personalities were their reactions to seeing Carmella. A few smiled and said her name in greeting. Others waved. Some stayed quiet, and a couple refused to acknowledge her existence. Skyler felt the tension growing. She shut the barn doors in a haste and guided Carmella towards the stairs where her room was.

Carmella seemed oblivious to any hostility. “Hey! It's been a while!" A few of them responded kindly, others not at all. Carmella noticed and whispered to Skyler as they climbed the steps. “Is everything alright with them? They're a lot quieter than usual."

Skyler laughed awkwardly. “Ah, it's a hot day. Maybe they're just hot. Do not want to talk."

“Oh, OK. Weird."

They made it to the top floor where Skyler stopped in front of her door. “In here. I hope it's no problem."

“It's OK! Let me see it."

Skyler groaned to herself quietly. “Yeah, OK." She opened the door and they both stepped inside.

The TV was on the floor, in front of her dresser where space had been made for it to sit. Behind that was a mirror reflecting the rest of the room and a large Queen mattress made for buxom heifers. Carmella looked at the TV for a few seconds. Her mind didn't recognize it as a TV simply because it was way smaller than she thought it would be. She had pictured something like a 72 inch flatscreen. In front of her was a normal sized bubble TV, old and outdated, perfectly sized for one person to carry.

Carmella frowned. “That's your new TV?" She gave Skyler an incredulous look. “Sorry, I just thought it would be bigger." Then she noticed the space on the dresser was clean from the dust surrounding it. Its shape was exactly that of the TV's base. “Wait. Did you already move it? Why is it on the floor? Did you take it somewhere?"

Skyler's stomach did a flip with every question. The jig was up. “Ah, well. I moved the TV. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to bring you here and ask you something."

“Oh." Several emotions tumbled through Carmella's mind. “OK. Um… You could've just said that. You didn't have to say you needed to move a TV, and even if you did you didn't actually have to move it."

Skyler looked down at the TV. “Oh, ja. Um…" [[i]I'm so stupid![/i]] “Right. Sorry."

“Is everything OK?" Now Carmella was worried. “You look really anxious."

“Ah, everything's fine. I just needed to talk to you in private about something."

“OK! Anything! You know you can talk to me." She pointed her thumb at the door. “Want me to close the door?"

Skyler nodded. “Ja. Please."

“OK." Carmella closed the door softly, shutting out the noise from the living room. “So what's up?"

[[i]Now comes the hard part.[/i]] “Carmella, have you been fucking the horses?"

Carmella had braced herself for literally any question except that one. It hit her like a sledgehammer, almost knocking her back onto her ass. She blinked and shook her head. “Um… Well, yeah. I am. I… Sorry, I didn't…" She was still reeling from shock. [i]What the hell am I supposed to say now???[/i]

“Ah, I knew you were," Skyler said, twiddling her fingers together.

“Um, then why did you ask? I mean, I'm not mad that you know, I'm just… a little confused is all." Her eyes widened suddenly. “Does my dad know?"

“Oh no no no! I'm sure he doesn't."

Carmella sighed. “Whoo. OK, that's good."

“I asked because I knew you watched Willard and I fucking in the woods."

Carmella blushed. “Yeah, he told me he saw me. I figured you did too."

A little smile came across Skyler's face. “You are not very sneaky."

“No, apparently not."

“Anyway, ever since you saw us fucking he stopped coming to me for sex. We saw him and the other horses sneaking around with you. I-"

“Wait, wait. We?"

“Yes, the cows and I."

Carmella's heart plummeted. “Oh. Damn. OK, continue."

“We saw you sneaking with the horses and assumed it was for sex."

Carmella frowned. “You saw me with the horses and thought we were having sex? I mean, you weren't wrong, but that's a bit of a jump to conclusion, isn't it?"

“Well, Willard and the other horses were not fucking us anymore." The way she said “fucking" so innocently was very off-putting. “After you watched Willard and I fuck I thought you went and had sex with him. I am not mad at that, but I miss him."

Shock and guilt made Carmella flinch. “Oh… Oh no. I didn't-"

Skyler stopped her with a shake of the head. “No, I'm not blaming you." [[i]Though I can not say the same for the other girls.[/i]] “You did not steal him from me, but I was hoping you could tell him I would like to lay with him again."

“Oh, of course, but… You know you could've talked to him yourself. Willard's a nice guy. He would've listened."

Skyler looked down shyly. “I did not want to seem overly affectionate. My sex with Willard was purely in friendship. I did not want to look jealous." [[i]Though I certainly feel that way.[/i]]

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry, Skyler. I had no idea."

“It's OK." She laughed nervously. “Sorry for making things so awkward."

“You're fine, sweetheart. Come here." Carmella came forward and gave Skyler a big hug. They squeezed each other tightly, held apart by the four breasts squishing together between them. Carmella giggled. “Damn, girl. You've got a pair on you."

Skyler laughed as the two of them let go. “Of course. I would not have this job if I didn't." She looked down at Carmella's chest. “You're very big too, for a human." She gasped. “Oh! Sorry, I did not mean-"

Carmella waved it off. “No no, you're fine. I don't care." She unclasped the suspenders of her overalls, letting the bib fly off her chest. Her nipples jutted through the fabric of her T-shirt. She gave her tits a hefty squeeze and lift. They came back down with a calamitous wobble. “I know what I've got. I'm not ashamed."

Skyler's tail flicked behind her. “You shouldn't be. I'm sure Willard likes them, and the other boys."

Carmella's smile was less than bashful. “They're pretty infatuated with them, that's for sure. Look at you. I bet they ogle you like a clock in math class."

Skyler laid her hooves over the top slope of her tits modestly, failing in every conceivable way to minimize their Herculean size. “Oh no. I'm a milk cow. This is to be expected. I'm not special."

“Hush. I think they're gorgeous, milk cow or not, and I know Willard does too."

Skyler's face grew red as a genuine smile lifted her features. It felt so good talking to Carmella after so long. More than being with Willard, she missed Carmella's companionship. If she had to choose between them, it would've been Carmella in a heartbeat. That didn't mean she still didn't miss him, though. Now that Carmella was here offering her support, maybe there was a chance the two ungulates could make love again.

Without thinking, Skyler said the first thing that came to her mind. “Maybe we can find out which one he likes more."

Carmella's smile faded in an instant. “We can what?"

It dawned on Skyler what she had just said. Her smile crumpled into pure shock. “I mean… Oh God. Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

“Oh. OK. What did you mean?"

“Sorry… Sorry… I…" Her face was on fire. “I was just suggesting… Oh, I don't know…" A wave of regret crawled through her chest. “I think I meant we could… be with him together." [i]Is[/i] that what she meant? The words came out of her like a rogue thought, unintentional and unwithheld. It hadn't even paced itself through her mind before she fully comprehended what it meant, but here she was saying it, appalled and embarrassed.

Carmella did not express the shock she expected. “OK," she said, sounding like she understood completely.

Skyler looked at her uncertainly. “OK?"

“Yeah. You mean like a threesome, right?"

An unidentifiable emotion took hold of her, something in the gray range between euphoric relief and soul-crushing embarrassment. “Ja, that."

Still Carmella did not balk. Instead she put her hands on her hips and gazed into the distance thoughtfully. It seemed she liked the idea. “You know, that sounds pretty good. You and me and Willard. You said you want to find out which one of us he likes more, eh? Maybe we can go to town on him and see who gives him the best time."

Skyler's tail flicked again, going into a giddy wag back and forth behind her. She was blushing hard. “Ja, that sounds… amazing. I would like that."

Carmella smiled brightly. “Yeah, I think he will too. What do you say? Maybe the three of us can sneak into the forest where y'all used to go. I'm sure he'd like to revisit it."

Skyler recalled the first time she and Willard had fucked there. Neither of them had suffered through such a body-shattering series of orgasms in their life. “Ja," said Skyler. “I would too."

***

Willard had just parked the tractor underneath the carport when he saw Skyler and Carmella coming over. It was hot like any other day, soaking his shirt and pants with a serious sheen of sweat. It didn't help that his shiny black coat absorbed every bit of the sun that touched it. He wore a wide brimmed sun hat to protect his head and shoulders, but the tip of his long horse snout was downright crispy.

After taking off his gloves he tossed them into the seat of the tractor and waved at the girls. “Hi, Skyler, Carmella!"

They both waved back. “Hi, Willard!" said Skyler.

“Hey!" said Carmella.

“How can I help you girls?"

The two of them shared a look and giggled.

Willard smiled. “Oh no. I don't like the looks of that. What's up?" His Dutch accent was thick like Skylar's.

“Well, we were gonna ask if you needed help with anything," Carmella said.

Willard pursed his lips and shook his head. “No. I just finished dousing the fields. Everything's done for the day." Had Carmella asked that on her own he would've kindly accepted any “help", but with Skyler by her side he remained professional. It didn't cross his mind that he had fucked both of them, one in front of the other, and the other after four men had gone before him.

“Aww, are you sure?" Skyler asked. She stepped up to him and hooked an arm around his bicep. “We'd love to help you with anything you have left to do."

He gave her a confused look. “Um… Well, that would be nice, but I really don't have anything else to do."

“Oh yeah?" Carmella strutted up to him and held his other arm. “You sure about that?"

He looked at her, then back at Skyler. His torso was pinned between two beautiful women, their fat tits pressing into his sides. A knowing look came across his face once it dawned on him. “Ahhhhhh… I think I know what you're doing."

“Do you?" Carmella fingered his chest. His pecs were like bricks, held back only by a sweaty layer of shirt.

Skyler splayed her hoof on his abs. “No, I don't think he does. It's been a very long time since he and I helped each other."

“Ahah…" he chuckled. “I apologize. My mind has been elsewhere."

Skyler tilted her head. “Your mind? No, not your mind. I think it's something else." Her hoof slid down his abs and grabbed his belt buckle. “Something else I've been missing badly."

Willard huffed through his mouth. He looked around to see if anyone was looking. Seeing nobody, he wrapped a beefy arm around both girls' shoulders. “[And I've missed something of yours too,]" he said in Dutch.

“[Yes? Then why haven't you been coming to get it?]" Skyler asked.

“Ah, [I've been distracted.]"

“[I know you have. By her.]"

“[No! I promise.]"

Carmella had no idea what they were saying. They looked at each other intensely, emoting each word with a flash of the eyes or a tilt of the head. She wanted badly to understand Dutch at that moment, or maybe ask them to speak English. Then she realized it might have been better to let them settle things on their own.

“[The other cows and I know what you've been doing to her. They miss the other horses like I missed you. You've grown addicted to human pussy.]"

It was a good thing Willard's fur was black or else the blush would've been visible. “Ah, [maybe. I can't say yes or no for certain.]"

“[Bullshit, just like she's grown addicted to horse cock.]"

Willard looked over at Carmella. “[Yes, she certainly has.]"

Skyler laughed. Carmella frowned. “What? What did he say?"

“I said I'm glad I get to fuck the both of you."

Carmella narrowed her eyes. “No, I don't think you did." She looked at Skyler. “What did you guys say?"

Skyler grinned. “Oh, just saying how lucky we are to have a friend like you."

In no way did Carmella believe that, but it was clear she wasn't getting anything out of them, so she dropped it.

Skyler scratched at Willard's chest. “I thought it would be nice if we visited our old spot in the woods. Carmella and I can find out which one of us you like more."

“Like more? Is it a competition? I love both of you just fine."

“Maybe we'd like to see which one of us drains your balls the quickest," quipped Carmella.

“Ah, I see. Sure, I think I can enjoy that."

“So can I," Skyler said, rubbing her hoof around his collar. “Shall we go now? I can feel myself getting wet already. It's been far too long since I felt you inside me."

Willard grinned. “Ja, let's go."

The three of them let go of each other and headed towards the old oak tree on the hill where they planned on hopping the fence. Should anyone catch them and ask where they were going, a simple stroll through the woods would've been a sufficient answer. They made it to the fence and vaulted it without incident, then waltzed their way to the woods where the trees were lively with leaves as green as the grass they had ventured through. It felt good walking into the shade of the canopy. Here the sun came through in sparse dots that shimmered and rustled with the wind. The two girls held onto his arms again, whispering sweet somethings to each other while they neared the spot where Carmella had unlocked a newfound desire for stallions.

That desire came to life when they reached the tree where Willard used to bend Skyler over. Their gaudy flirtations went silent once Willard pulled them into his breast, side by side, and began kissing them. Skylar's tits pressed into him, nearly shoving him off his feet as they struggled to close the gap between their faces. Carmella was closer and more intimate, diving her face into the rugged topography of his collar. She kissed and nibbled the top plane of his pec before migrating to his neck. There she could feel the steady thump of his artery, invigorated by the warm press of two gorgeous ladies.

He and Skylar smacked lips with each other. Yes, he had in fact missed her touch. That was evident by the greedy way his hoof kneaded and groped her ass cheek. The tips of their tongues brushed on another, gradually invading each other's maws and wrestling softly. She felt his penis hardening in his jeans, stretching out the denim in front of it. Her hip pressed into it, urging him to grow more quickly.

Carmella refused to be ignored. Her dainty hand fell on his bulge, next to Skyler's hip. Through the coarse layer of denim she could feel a very masculine heat, one generated by the urge to rip all of their clothes off and lay claim to their womanhoods. His shaft slithered beneath her palm, pulsing just as vehemently as his carotid.

He pulled his lips off of Skyler's, leaving her open mouthed and sticking out her tongue. A disappointed sigh seeped out of her as she watched him move over to the human girl, smothering those plush pink lips with a wallop of horse tongue. Carmella withstood it heartily, letting her jaw fall open for his very assertive entry. Skyler tried not to pout. She grabbed his wrist and forced his hand into a circle around her ass. He gave her an acknowledging squeeze to let her know he hadn't forgotten about her. The loom of his cock was driving her wild. She could feel her arousal bleeding into her panties. The saline smell of his sweat wasn't helping any.

It was time to step things up. She took a step back and unclasped her suspenders. The straps flew off her shoulders like a snapped wire. The bib was thrown forward, exposing a mountainous landscape of shirt-covered breasts. Willard opened one eye and watched her as she peeled her shirt off, reuniting him with the sight of her godly bosom. One was covered in gray fur throughout, the other was dominated by a large white spot. In the center of them both were puffy pink nipples too big to fit within the length of his hand. She came forward again, swaddling his side in a matronly embrace. With his arm in her fathomless cleavage he could feel her pulse. It was much more rapid than his.

He chuckled into Carmella's mouth and withdrew. “[Excited, are we?]"

Skyler squirmed. “[Is it obvious?]"

“[Just a little.]"

Skyler jolted when she felt Carmella pat her on the ass. “Go ahead, girl. You two make up for lost time. Let me get more comfortable."

Skyler smiled bashfully. “Thank you."

“Don't thank me just yet. The game hasn't started just yet." Carmella took a step back and unclasped her overalls.

Skyler giggled and slid directly in front of Willard. While the two of them resumed a badly needed makeout session, Carmella was stepping out of her boots and then letting her overalls slide down her legs. With a lift of her shirt and a drop of the panties she was totally naked, her tan-lined skin glowing in the few curtains of light that illuminated their sex spot. She did Skyler the favor of pulling her overalls down to her ankles. The G-string of her panties were so far buried into the crack of her ass that Carmella couldn't see it, and it wasn't even a thong. She pulled them down Skyler's explosive ass and thighs. Carmella thought she could've fit her whole body through just one leg hole.

Skyler kicked her boots off, rendering herself naked alongside Carmella. That just left Willard. She stepped aside for Carmella to come join her in stripping the stud nude. He smiled at both of them. “Well, aren't you two a lovely sight?"

“Oh, don't act like you haven't seen us naked a bunch of times already," Carmella said, unbuttoning his pants.

“I have, but together? Ah, it's too much. I might die, you're both so beautiful."

Skyler rolled her eyes. “Shut up and get naked, you fool." She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled them up his trunk, revealing a beautiful black canvas of studded abs and squared pecs.

He chuckled from behind his shirt as she pulled it past his face. “Yes ma'am."

Carmella unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down to his knees. There was his cock bulge inflating the cup of his boxers. Not yet fully erect, it impressed itself on the fabric with near perfect definition. Through the flap she could see a sliver of that onyx black flesh, a mere sneak peek of the glory below. A faint musk made her sniff the air on reflex. Her body shivered, giving her gooseprickles and making her nipples hard. She grabbed the waistband and pulled it down.

Out flopped his penis, an Olympian monument to fecundity, black like tar, heavy like lead. Running down his heroic length were highways of veins and tubing. The skin was smooth around the shaft, turning into something like fine leather where he contained a pair of giant orbs. The head was contained for now, but bore in itself a potential to blossom into a thick, gut-tearing flare.

Carmella bit her lip. It was a familiar sight, but one that never got old. She cupped her hand on the underside of it. The skin was soft and warm. The girth of his cock muscle was like a member on its own. Within it she could feel his heartbeat once again, here even more intensely. Her hand slid down his length and hoisted it out in front of him. She kissed the tip, right on the slit where the smell of his musk was most intense. More smooches followed, tender and sweet, all while her hand continued venturing up and down his shaft.

He had been making out with Skyler again when Carmella kissed him. He huffed through his nose and looked down. “Ah, that'll do it. I'll be hard like rock in no time."

Carmella murred. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. Her plush lips were puckered over his dick tip before they parted with a delicate mwah. “That's the point. You know how well I can make a man hard."

“Oh, I am aware," he said.

Of course that got Skyler going. “So can I." She fell to her knees right next to Carmella. “Move," she said curtly as she bumped into Carmella's shoulder.

“OK! OK!" said Carmella. “Easy."

“You girls play nice," Willard said, trying not to laugh. “It's all in good fun."

“I know it is," Skyler said, grabbing onto his dick with authority. “I just want to suck your cock."

And then she did, opening her maw and closing it right around the head. Her hoof cradled his scrotum, rolling one orb at a time. They were dense like kiwis, laden with a surplus of fertile cum ready to breed both women. Skyler intended on getting it first, gliding her mouth down his length and stroking the remaining length with her hoof. “[i]Ulf… Ulff…. Mmmmmm~[/i]"

Willard let loose a heavy sigh. “Whoo… I can see you were wanting to do that very badly. Ahh… So have I. Mmm…"

Carmella sat back and watched, not knowing whether to be weirded out or impressed. It was a little of both. Skyler worked his pole like it was nothing, stuffing it past her throat and stroking his shaft with startling assertiveness. “Damn girl, save some for me," Carmella joked.

Willard chuckled. “She was awfully hungry. Can't you tell?"

Skyler's mouth came off with a rude [i]pop![/i] Spit plummeted from her lip and his glans, plopping onto the forest floor below. The top half of his length shone with her spit. He was fully erect now. “Mmmm, you have no idea. I could do this all day, but my pussy is on fire."

Carmella squirmed a little. “Fuck. I am too."

“Now, now. Both of you will get fucked in time. Be patient." Willard said. “Right now you've got something started with your mouths. I'd like you to finish it, if you will."

“Ja," huffed Skyler. “I can do that."

She went to gob on his cock but was stopped by his hoof on her head. “Ah, ah. I'd like you both to show me some love with your mouths. Together. Won't you get along for just a little while and show me what you girls can do together?"

Skyler backed off and let go of his penis, letting it flop straight out between them. She looked at Carmella. “Sure. Why not?"

“Teamwork makes the dream work," Carmella said.

“That's the spirit!" Willard cheered. “You girls go ahead. Let me see what you're made out of."

Skyler giggled. “Yes sir~" She grabbed the hilt of his penis and resumed rubbing it, more softly this time. Her lips connected with the flank of his glans. She closed her eyes and gave him a soft smooch. Carmella laid her hand on his purse, cradling just one of his tremendous lemons. Her face came into the center of his shaft for a kiss. She smooched him all the way down to the thatch of crotch fur that bloomed above the root of his penis. A great big whiff inhaled her chest, absorbing that masculine smell. More shivers made her body melt.

“[i]Mmmmmmmmmmm~[/i]" groaned the farmer's daughter.

Willard laid his hoof on her scalp and petted her head. “Ja, that's a good girl. Get yourself drunk on that."

Carmella obeyed zealously while Skyler's mouth fell back around his cock head. She suckled him softly. The tip of her tongue made tight circles around the underside of his glans where there lay a bundle of nerves. Bolts of pleasure ripped down into his loins. He gasped sharply.

“Ah! Ahaha… Ahhh, that's it. Ja, I like that. Ooooh, good girl."

Carmella took it as a sign to step her own game up. She stuck her tongue against the side of his shaft and licked it straight up to the top, meeting Skyler's lips. Skyler politely made room for her so that the both of them could lather his dick in a squirming pincer of moist tongue-tip. Through every crevice and wrinkle they slid, wetting the skin and making his cock throb. A bead of precum bled from the slit. Carmella made sure to catch it with her tongue. Skyler cursed herself for not being quick enough and promised to get the next one.

She didn't have to wait long, not when Willard was fighting for his life. A constant hum of pleasure kept him panting and huffing. Looking down at their pretty faces huddled around his dick tip was almost too much to bear. A lesser man would've popped off right then and there. It was his everything not to. Only controlled breathing and distracting himself by playing with their hair kept him from exploding.

Things got markedly worse once Skyler got the idea to titfuck him. She grabbed the underside of her tits and heaved them up. They were too big to fit one between his body and his shaft, but having just one brush up against the underside was more than enough to get him riled up.

“Uhhhh…" groaned the stallion. “Ohhh, that's nice. Ja, very soft."

Carmella got the memo quickly. Her tits were big, but not so big she could only use one. She fit his pillar right between those globes of softness, rubbing them right against Skyler's and trapping him in a coffin of heavenly bosom.

That was it for Willard.

“[i]Haaaaaahhhhhhh~![/i]" The first spurt rocketed into the air, high above the girls' head. It plummeted a few feet ahead of Willard and plopped into the dirt with a loud [i]thud.[/i] A pleasure like liquid shock ripped through his body as more came spitting out. The girls didn't let him have it easy. They worked together in lashing his flared cock head with their tongues again, barely flinching when the last few spurts of cum hit them in their faces and painted the topside of their tits. “[i]Hahhhh… Huhhhhh… Ohhhhhhhh fuck…[/i]"

Neither girl wanted him to stop. They kept licking and rubbing their boobs on him until his orgasm petered out into a slow ooze and his dick started going soft. They pulled their faces away, both having pearls of hot, musty horse batter sliding down the flanks of their snouts. Carmella murred as she swiped it off with her thumb and then stuck it into her mouth. Her lips imploded around it to form a tight seal as she sucked it clean. Molten manliness slithered down her gullet and spread its heat throughout her tummy. Skyler did something similar, wiping her face off with her fingers and then licking them longingly.

Willard's head was swimming, but he was able to laugh. “Whooo! That was incredible! Wow! Haha… Never had head like that in my life. Holy shit." The pleasure radiated throughout his lower body, settling in his crotch like an ache that reached all the way around into his glutes. His cock fell into a heavy droop. A thickish rope of cum drooled from the tip. The glans were flared into a broad pair of wings.

Carmella giggled and stroked him. “You know what they say, two heads are better than one."

Willard laughed. “I'll say."

Skyler stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Tell us, who do you think did a better job there?"

“Yeah," Carmella said, standing up. She kept her hand around his dick, rubbing it. “Tell us."

Willard hated being put on the spot like that. “Are you kidding? You were both incredible. I could hardly stand either of you better than the other. You're asking me what fire burned me more painfully. I could not possibly tell."

The two girls shared a look. They both knew he was being nice. “Well, in that case I say we keep going." Carmella declared.

“That's right. We won't know who you like better until you've fucked us both." Skyler added.

“Ah, but I had planned to. You didn't drag me all the way out here just to suck my dick, did you?"

“No, but you'd be happy with just that if we did, wouldn't you?" Carmella asked, intensifying her strokes on his cock.

“Ah, of course. I'm an easy man to please, you see."

Skyler purred. “And a man good at pleasing too~" She pulled her face into his for more kisses. They did not spar tongues, instead settling for more intimate smacks of the lips. Carmella let go of his penis to kiss his cheek. After smooching Skyler a couple times he spared Carmella the same favor. The two girls pressed into him. Their butts collided, mushing his penis between them. Soft ass flesh wobbled as the two girls squirmed and shifted in front of him, kissing either his neck or mouth, depending on which one he was giving attention. Whoever it was, he made sure to keep one hoof on both of their asses, kneading them with the respect such glorious hind ends deserved.

His cock was hard again, jutting between their asses and resuming its flow of precum. It ached a little. He was a stud, but getting ready so soon after dispensing so much was a tall order. No matter. When two of the most stunning women in the world demanded your seed, you did everything in your power to give it to them.

He broke his kiss with Carmella and looked at them. “Feels like I'm ready again. I hope the both of you are."

Skyler wiggled her ass. “God, I told you how fucking horny I was. I'm dripping a fucking storm between my legs."

Willard sniffed the air. The air was hot with her arousal. It hit him like a fastball, making him recoil. “Whoo! I can smell it. Good God. Sorry Carmella, but I think I have to tend to her first."

Carmella felt no less horny than Skyler did. Her own loins were a swampy mess demanding Willard's penetration. However, the two of them had been apart far longer. It would've been cruel to deny her for another second. “Yeah, go ahead. I'll hold myself off for now."

“Mmm, good girl." He looked at Skyler. “[So, how do you want it, my sweet heifer?]"

She didn't hesitate. “[Doggystyle. You know that's how I love it.]"

“Mmm, [I sure do. How silly of me to ask.]" He took her aside, dick thrusted out before him like a javelin, ready to impale.

His target turned around and got on her fours. Before him was an ass like a blimp, floating in the air in spite of all its impressive size. Each mound was like a globe featuring continents of white fur amidst an ocean of soft gray. Her tail cocked to the side. She looked up at him over her shoulder and gave her ass a wiggle. “[Fuck me, please.]"

“[Yes ma'am~]" He fell to his knees behind her, that giant cock of his hard and ready. He sank his hooves into her haunches and pulled them apart. Looking back at him was a puckered donut of pink flesh. Beneath what was an unholy crease of boiling girlflesh, gnarled and hot. Each fold stood out at him in stark definition. The thick hairs surrounding it stood on end. He could all but see the stench billowing out of her in the form of a translucent vapor. Whiffing it sent shivers up his spine. “[Oh my God. You weren't joking. Holy shit.]"

“[No,]" she said. “[I wasn't, now do me a favor and fuck me hard like I already asked you.]"

He spoke more urgently this time. “[Yes ma'am.]" He shuffled forward on his feet, putting the tip of his dick into the cloud of arousal sighing out of her cunt. He had to hold her cheeks apart with both hooves so that he could see it and land his cock on it. Their intimates collided with an audible skwish.

Skyler shuddered hard, jiggling her ass and thighs. “Uhhhhhhh~"

Willard felt the same. “[Damn. Holy shit.]" He let go of her cheeks, sending them careening onto his shaft. He grabbed what little remained outside of her ass and pressed it forward. Her gaping cunt lips distended around the flared tip with a rude squelch. Her walls were white hot, gipping him with the urgency of a heart attack.

Skyler's jaw fell open. Her back arched. “[i]Uhhhhhh! Oh ja… Uhhhhhh… Ja…[/i]"

Willard's face was twitching. “[Fuck. This is the wettest I've ever had you.]" He pushed onward, reuniting more of his column with her womanly insides. He felt her every quiver and shake with spine-tingling clarity.

Skyler experienced much of the same. Her head fell between her arms. She was starting to have trouble holding herself up. A fat slag of cunt juice drooped to the ground from around his dick. He squeezed out a pocket of air that belched from her pussy with a rude [i]braaap![/i]

“[i]Uhhh! Uhhh! Ahah! Ahhhh…[/i]" laughed Skyler. Her face turned blood red. “[[i]I'm sorry… I'm sorry…[/i]] [i]Uhhhh…[/i]"

Willard laughed alongside her. “Ahhhhh, [don't be! It's your pussy telling me how much it's missed me.]"

Carmella was on her knees nearby, giggling behind her hand. The other one was knuckles deep in her pussy, teasing her clit. “It's OK Skyler. We've all done it."

“[i]Hahahaha…[/i]" Skyler looked over at her, a drunk look on her face. “[i]I know… I don't think I've ever done it… Uhhhhh… So loudly…[/i]"

“Well in that case, I'm honored," Willard said, then reeled his hoof back and gave her ass a huge spank.

[i][b]WHACK![/b][/i]

Skyler's head whipped back with a squeal, then fell back down with a satisfied coo. “[[i]Oh Willard… Fuck me. Please, God. Fuck me hard![/i]]"

He grabbed her hips. “[Yes, ma'am~!]"

Every bit of the debt he owed her came crashing down on her in a thunderous barrage of thrusts. Carmella saw his hips swing back and then return with so much power that Skyler's ass actually flattened. The sound rang through the trees and echoed. [i]BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP![/i] That fat, black cock of his would appear for a moment before vanishing into the folds of her greedy cunt. Thickish strands of her pussy cream stuck to his shaft and flew off his balls through the air, landing in the grass several feet behind them.

Skyler screamed. “[i]UHHHHHHH! JA! OH, JA! NEUK MIJ! JA! AHHHHH, WILLARD! JA! OH NEUK! WILLARD! WILLARD![/i]"

Carmella actually cringed where she knelt, it was so loud. She had to stop fingering herself and look around to see if anyone was around. There wasn't, but sound had a habit of carrying, and all it took was one person to be close enough to know what was going on. She thought that perhaps they should've taken more time putting distance between them and the farm.

Not to worry. Willard was there to clap his hoof over her mouth. It muffled her, but did not silence her. She screamed with just as much vehemence through his calloused palm, though her voice made much less distance now.

“[i]Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!![/i]"

Willard cackled. “Ahhhhhhh, [that's a good girl! Make some noise for me! Tell us how good this dick feels!]"

She wasn't able to put it into words, with or without his sweaty palm keeping her mouth shut, but she was still able to scream. Oh boy, was she able to scream. “[i]Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…[/i]"

Carmella was back to fingering herself, but had to stop. She promised that she wouldn't cum until Willard fucked her. Skyler sounded like she was on the brink of climaxing herself. Regardless of any competition, Carmella wanted to help. She came scurrying over and pulled Skyler's ass cheeks apart for Willard, allowing a much more thorough penetration. Skyler's whole body rocked in front of her like a washing machine with a brick in it. His dick was nothing but a black blur going in and out of Skyler's rudely squelching cow cunt.

Willard shot her a wink. He was panting hard. Hundreds of sweat beads were creeping down his fur. “Ah, thank you."

Carmella laughed. “Yeah, no problem." It felt like Skyler was about to explode in her hands.

That feeling proved to be correct.

Skyler's body bucked suddenly, her back bending into a steep crescent. Her normally placid eyes rocketed up into her skull, unveiling a rabid curve of bleached sclera. A horrid groan rolled through Willard's hoof, hiccuped by the continuous pound of his dick. “[i]MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-mmmm-mmmm…[/i]" With it came the loud sloshing of water that gushed out her pussy and around Willard's cock. It flowed around his shaft and dribbled off his balls. Several drops of it went flying behind him as he continued to swing.

“Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, [that's it! Good girl! Cum on this dick.]" His brashness started to waver the second he felt his own climax on the approach. “Ohhhhhh… [I'm about to cum too. [i]Uhhhhhhhhh! Yes! I'm cumming![/i]]" He bit his lip and aimed his snout at the sky. Spittle bubbled through his teeth. “[i]Fffffffffffffff-![/i]"

The last few thrusts came as hard and as deep as he could give them. He planted his balls on her, crashing his dick to the gate of her womb and letting rip his seed. “[i]-FFFFUUUUUUUHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…[/i]" His dick and balls swelled to the beat of his cum spurts. He gently shoved Carmella aside so that Skyler's ass cheeks came back together. He pulled out of her and started rapidly bouncing his dick off the crack of her ass. The rest spewed out of him in thickish spindles that whipped across her upper back. “Haaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!"

He let go of her mouth in the process. Her voice was unmuffled “[i]Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh…[/i]" She jolted with every spit of cum that struck her back. It was absolutely divine, though not as much as having it gurgle out her cunt as a heavy white splooge. He stopped eventually, but not after vandalizing her back with a Pollockian display of nut splatter.

He knelt there huffing as his dick went limp atop her ass. Skyler just slumped. Her mind was shattered. She rolled onto her side and murred softly. “Mmmmmm, Willard… [That was wonderful.]"

“Ahhhh… Ahhhh… [Yes it was… Holy shit. Damn. Fuck.]"

Carmella was almost too afraid to get close to them. “Goddamn, you guys. If I didn't know any better I'd think you murdered her."

The two Dutch lovers laughed. “It feels like it. My pussy is in heaven. Oh my God."

“The pleasure is mine, beautiful." He patted her ass. “Now let me deal with this gal over here. I can tell she's been dying."

That was putting it lightly. With the violence of events just prior, Carmella had forgotten for a moment how horny she was. With things settling down, she promptly remembered. Her hand came back to her cunt, hotter and wetter than ever. “Yeah… I am."

Willard turned on his knees to face her. His dick was soaked, hung downwards, but ready to go to work again. “Good to know. How will I take you?"

“On your back. Let me ride you."

He nodded. “Of course." He laid back, slapping Skyler's ass again as he went down. “You might want to move, Skyler. She's a wild one, too."

Skyler sat up and scooted away on her butt. Her back rested against the tree with her legs open, letting the rest of his batter splooge out of her. “You two go ahead. I want to see what she's made out of."

“Oh, I'll show you." Carmella stood up and waltzed over to the supine stallion. She walked over his legs, one foot on each side, then came to a stop over his hips where she sat down on his abs. Her ass rolled back on his cock, wet and limp, but quickly gaining stature now that it had a soft pair of haunches showing love to it. “How's that feel, big boy?"

He laid his hooves on her tits, sinking into their cushiony softness and fingering her nipples. “I think it feels great. Have I ever told you how amazing your tits are?"

Carmella murred and sat upright. Her teats tingled against the calloused skin of his palms. “Mmmm, you might have said that once or twice."

“Well, I'll say it a million times if I have to. You have the breasts of a goddess."

There was a curt “ahem" from the tree.

“So do you, my love."

Skyler smirked. “Thank you."

Just a few more moments of grinding and groping and Willard was at full staff again, shoving his long hard pillar up against Carmella's ass cheek. She lifted herself up and reached down between her thighs. He was directed up at her wet and malleable pussy. She came down. Their flesh made contact.

Carmella shivered. “Ohhhhhh…"

Willard massaged her thighs. “Take your time. No rush."

“The hell there isn't," she growled. “Just because I can't get as wet as she can doesn't mean I'm not as horny."

Willard chuckled. “Oh, I see. I apologize."

“I'll accept it after I cum." Her weight came down on him. The lips of her flower distended slowly, eventually meeting the punishing breadth of his flare and swallowing it. If Skyler's grip was tight, this was suffocating. The both of them winced as she continued her way down his shaft, creating a fat bulge of flesh in her abdomen that reached all the way up to her navel.

At last her ass made it to his thighs. Her whole body was trembling. Air sucked into her lungs with each heaving gasp. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Yes! Yes…[/i]"

Willard bit his lip. “Oh ja… That's a tight pussy. Hahhh… Let me feel it."

She managed a smile. “[i]Mmmmmm… You will~[/i]" She pushed herself back up his shaft by her feet, rising to the very top before coming down smoothly. “[i]Ohhhhhh~[/i]"

Willard watched his penis get devoured by her feminine jaws, then unsheath once she floated back up. His hooves crept around to her ass. “Ahhhhh, that's it. That's a good girl. Let me see you ride that dick for me."

“[i]Ohh~ Yes…[/i]" Her tempo increased, eventually sliding into a steady rhythm that kept them both pleased to their fullest. Her voice carried through the forest, not as loudly as Skyler's had, but reflecting a pleasure just as intense. She threw her hips into a womanly circle, making a full orbit with each complete journey up and down his cock. Her head swooned, spilling her auburn hair down her shoulder. “[i]Uhhh! Yes! Ohhhhh![/i]"

Willard was huffing and grunting beneath her. With two orgasms preceding him, his cock was supremely sensitive. Her cunt grip was as intense as always, milking him for everything he was worth. “Ahhhh… Fuck, that's so good. Mmmmm…" His grip on her ass tightened, squishing each cheek like a stress ball. The tendons in his forearms bulged. His jaw clenched. “[i]Fuck![/i]"

It was Carmella's cue to go faster. Soon her ass was clapping off his lap. She surrendered herself to gravity, focusing energy on her hair-lifting upswings. “[i]Uhhhhh! Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhhhh! Yes! YES![/i]" She put her hands on his pecs. Her ass came down on him full force. “[i]OH FUCK! UHHHHHH WILLARD! YES![/i]"

Willard could not respond. Moans of his own were blowing out of him as his pleasure was skyrocketing out of his control. He pulled on her ass cheeks, adding to the velocity. “[i]Ahhhh, fuck! I'm cumming again! Huhhhhhhh![/i]"

“[i]Oh God YES! Fucking cum… Fucking cum inside me! Oh God! Oh GOD! YES. YES!!![/i]" Her own climax was storming forward, making her movements on his dick stutter and shake.

When they came they did so in almost perfect unison. Willard's head slammed into the ground as he rocketed his hips into the air, elevating Carmella with them. Her back swung into an arch at the same time a violent set of quakes rocked her body. A great wail soared from them both, this time matching the volume Skyler had made. Skyler jerked against the tree, worried that someone would hear them.

Fortunately their voices came back down, and the two lovers slumped. For a long time all they did was pant, Carmella on top of him like a limp pancake, resting on his shoulder. Sweat bathed them both, adding to the horrid miasma of the trio's sex juices.

“Whooo… Whooo… Whoooooooo…" huffed Willard. “Good God. That was magnificent."

“Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Carmella's body was wracked by an afterglow so intense that it could've qualified as sex on its own. Getting off of him proved an effort given how weak her muscles were now. Willard had to grab her arms to help her. “Mmmm, thanks. You're right. That was really something."

“I think so too," Skyler said. “I'm all the way over here and I felt that."

Willard and Carmella chuckled. Willard grabbed her by the midriff and carefully lifted her off his dick. It fell out of her, down for the count this time. What followed was a wallop of cum that piled onto his cock and balls. He set her aside. “Wow. Been a while since I've cum three times in one session." Pain gripped his cock. “Ow. I'm starting to see why."

“Oh, hush," said Carmella, slapping his belly. “Stop being such a baby."

“Easy for you to say! You girls can cum all you want. I'm on a limit!"

“That's a good thing," said Skyler. She got up and waltzed over to them. She laid down on the other side of him and held his arm. “A man like you would breed the whole world if he had no limit."

Carmella hugged his other arm. “Mmm, if only." She kissed his bicep. “So, who was better?"

“Ja," Skyler said. “Which one of us did you prefer?"

“Oh, God." He had forgotten about the entire reason they dragged him out there. “You're really going to make me choose?"

“Mmhmm," went Carmella.

“It's only fair," added Skyler.

Willard sighed. It really was impossible choosing between either of them. After making him cum his brains out three times, how was a man supposed to decide which time was better? “Skyler," he said finally. “I liked Skyler."

Skyler squeaked her joy and smooched his cheek.

Carmella took it in stride. “Yeah, I thought so too. Makes sense, after how long you too have been apart."

“Don't worry, sweet girl. You were amazing too," he assured her.

“Oh, I know I was. I'll do better next time."

Willard's eyes widened. “Next time?"

“Oh yeah," Carmella said, an evil grin splitting her face. “I'm a best two out of three girl. I haven't given up yet." She reached her face up to him and kissed his cheek, trapping him between two gorgeous sets of lips.

He stared up into the mottled canopy and sighed. “Oh boy…"

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