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Little Guy 2: The New Farmhand, Part Two

By Mantrid Brizon

(07/23/2020)

A little more than a week after moving to his uncle Mark's farm, Chris works in the field at the outskirts of the property. Yet again, Mark's small herd of cattle have torn Clarissa's modest fence asunder. After struggling with the new roll of barbed wire, he stands on Clarissa's side of the yard, hammering a fence tack into the new wooden post. Days of work have left his body perpetually sore, but lately it's started to fade. He's even noticed a bit of muscle buildup. Perhaps this move to his uncle's farm wasn't the worst thing in the world? Granted, he does miss his lover, Jill, and sex in general. He hasn't even found the time to masturbate since his first night on the Redding farm; there's simply too much work to be done.

“Finished locking up all of me, yet?" Clarissa suddenly asks.

Chris turns back, watching as Clarissa emerges from around a corner of an old barn. The voluptuous cow Voeldahn, who stands a solid five-foot-eight, five inches taller than the short, German Shepherd Voeldahn, holds two glasses of yellow, iced liquid. She smiles warmly at the youth, who, at eighteen-years-old, is eight years her junior.

“Yeah, but I hardly see a resemblance." He replies, looking back at a cow, which chews mindlessly on some grass a few yards away.

“She has horns. I have horns. We both have fur, and our udders are huge."

“What udders? You don't have udders!" He retorts.

“You know what I mean." Clarissa giggles, using an arm to bounce one of her ample, E-cup breasts.

“Oh..." He flushes, staring at her chest. “That's insulting. You're much cuter than she is, Clary!"

“Aww." She flushes a little, beneath her fur. “So, uhm... Lemonade? It's so hot out here." She offers him a glass, her big, sapphire eyes slowly scanning his form.

“Sure! Thanks, Clary!" He chirps, taking a glass from her dainty hand.

“Oh, it's the least I could do, after all of the work I've seen you doing around here... I really appreciate this, by the way." She speaks softly, even sheepishly.

“It's no problem. It's actually pretty nice to get away from the usual chores. I'm not sure I'm cut out for this rural life." He remarks.

“I wouldn't say that. You certainly look like you're adapting to all of the hard work." She coos, her big, sapphire eyes continuously scanning his form. “You look like you're filling out, so to speak."

“Uh-oh. Remember what aunt Peggy said?" He chuckles.

“Who said I forgot? ... Are you happier here, at least?" She asks, diverting attention away from her lustful gaze.

“Eh... It's fifty-fifty." He replies, before taking another drink from his glass.

“Why's that? Do you miss home?"

“Not home, per se, but I do miss some things." He says with a little sigh.

“Like what?" She asks, cutely cocking her head to one side.

“Okay, so I miss almost everything. My room, my video games... This whole farm thing has been such a chore... Literally! And figuratively, too. I miss my routines; I had everything all nice and neat, just the way I like it. Even my personal life!"

He sighs as he stares at the ground, his mind flashing back to Jill. He stands in silence, unmoving and unspeaking. He isn't sure for how long; his mind wanders and he recollects his many rendezvous with his human lover, who waits for him at home.

“... Man, I really miss pussy."

Clarissa's eyes widen and her face flushes. With a hard blink, Chris comes back to reality. He lifts his head and looks toward the adorably shy looking Voeldahn who stands before him.

“Oh, damn, I said that out loud, didn't I?!"

“Yeah..." She murmurs.

“I'm sorry."

“It's alright. You're a healthy young man; that's only natural... Ahem... I bet whoever you were with really misses you, too, a young stud like you." Clarissa takes a step closer.

“I hope so. She was great..." He lets out a sigh, imagining his carnal moments with Jill.

“Some of us have skills, too!" Clarissa says with a huff.

“I meant that she's a good girl, not that she was great in bed!" He swiftly replies.

“Oh... So, you've never had good pussy?" She steps even closer.

“Huh?!" He furls his brow.

“You've never had sex with a woman with skills?" She asks, her larger form looming over his.

“I-I didn't mean... That is, what I meant to say was!" He struggles with his words.

“That's a shame. I bet a young stud like you would go crazy with good, trained pussy wrapping around your dick." She adds, now standing so close that her big, milky breasts push against the shorter Chris' upper chest and lower jaw. “I bet I could teach you a lot of things..." She coos.

“I've had great pussy, okay? She fucked my brains out." Chris retorts.

He's unsure of what else to say as Clarissa becomes more forward, and even a little dominating, something that strangely makes him feel uncomfortable. He would've assumed a dominant girl to be more attractive, as much Tomb Raider as he's played. She flushes even more, her lips contorting from her growing embarrassment as the young man seems to shut her down. She gulps, feeling the inadequacy flowing in.

“I see... W-well, I'd b-better let you get back to your work." She speaks with a subtly quivering voice.

“Uhm... Okay."

“Enjoy your lemonade... Just, uhm... Leave the glass on the back porch."

After finishing his work, building her new and improved fence, Chris wipes the sweat from his furry brow and takes a deep breath. Slowly exhaling, he stretches out his back and arms, turning his snout toward the sky and looking at the evening clouds. Collecting her now empty glass, he makes his way beyond her barn and walks straight for Clarissa's home. Approaching her back porch, he's about to set the glass down when he suddenly hears a strange noise. Clarissa grunts. Did she just fall?

Walking around her house, he's about to call out to her, but he stops when he glimpses through a window. At his height of five-foot-three, only the top of his head and his eyes show over the windowsill of her old farmhouse. The curtains are open and the antiquated rolling blind is up, it's string dangling down. His amber eyes grow wide from shock.

“Rrrr-fuck... Nngh! Ooohhh-yeah... Mmmmm... That's it. Ahh!"

Peeking into the window, Chris is flabbergasted by the sight of Clarissa, lying atop her bed, on her back. She's completely naked, with her legs spread wide. One leg is lifted, her large, cloven hoof reaching for the ceiling. He can see absolutely everything as she vigorously masturbates with two of her slender fingers. Her index and pinky fingers frame her soaking wet, beige colored nether lips, and her arm is wrapped around her lifted leg. Her other hand massages one of her enormous but perfectly formed breasts, pinching the beige colored flesh of her nipple.

The blood rushes to his loins as he watches her, frozen in awe. Chris has always noticed how attractive she is, and she's even more beautiful naked than when she's wearing her adorable little outfit. His penis begins to burn as it swells.

“Nngh-yeah! Nngh-fuck. Get in that pussy! Rrrr-yeah!" She speaks to herself as she rams her fingers into her quivering cunt. “Ugh-yeah! Nngh-nngf-ahh! Mmmm-fuck me, Chris!" She exclaims, rocking her wrist and really working her pussy.

Now fully erect, his manhood presses against the wooden wall of Clarissa's farmhouse. He looks down, then back through her window. The realization finally hits him. He could be doing that for her, right this very minute. She wanted him so badly, and his inexperience and nerves cost him a free dip in her pool. He watches her for a moment, and briefly contemplates acting in kind. He certainly could use the release. What if he were to barge in on her? Would she turn him away, or ask him to drop his pants and dive in? He contemplates this for a moment, his clawed hand squeezing his throbbing manhood through his pants.

“Wait... I still have Jill. She said she'd wait for me." He tells himself. “Even if I can have Clary, I probably shouldn't... But I really, really want her! ... Damn..."

“Rrr-yeah! Nngh-nngh-nngh. Fuck me, Chris!" Clarissa exclaims, before lifting one of her big tits and sucking on her own nipple. “Ahh!" She squeals, popping her nipple right back out of her mouth.

He watches as her vagina oozes a now familiar, frothy, off-white cream. Clarissa cums hard on her own fingers. Chris gulps, his member pulsating.

“Damn, I'd do you so hard, Clary... But Jill... Uhm, maybe... Maybe if I just... Watch her and do it myself?"

He slowly slips a hand down his pants, however, the sounds of the crickets and a cow mooing behind him reminds him exactly where he is. Instead of pleasuring himself as he watches Clarissa fantasize about him, and debating whether or not to make his presence known, he instead sighs, set her glass on the porch, and walks back to his uncle's farm.

“She'd have probably MeTooed me anyway, for peeking." He grumbles to himself.

Later that night, after an uneventful dinner, Chris showers and prepares for bed. He's certain that Mark is going to make him work his ass off, as he's been every day since he arrived. Perhaps this is a hazing period? Lying back on his bed and staring at the wall, Chris can't get Clarissa out of his mind. He's spent the last few hours going back and forth in his head, congratulating himself on remaining true to Jill, while simultaneously berating and belittling himself for not having his way with Clarissa when he likely had the chance. With the loneliness and desire creeping in, he pulls out his phone.

Without internet, he cannot download any games, and as he had consoles and a Switch at home, he never used mobile games to begin with. It's only now that he realizes the escapism that his video game addiction had provided him. With no way to alleviate his tension, he does the only thing he feels he can do.

“Ur boyfriend misses you" He texts Jill.

“I didn't know I had 1" She texts back a few minutes later.

“Do u want 1 when I cum back? ;3 I got openings."

“We'll see. When r u coming home anyway? I need ur cock! It's no fun without being filled w/ hot cum and this thing cant do that!"

“I'm trying." He replies.

“Don't u want this?"

Jill texts him a single picture of her womanhood. As she'd promised, she's stopped shaving, waxing or even trimming; she now has a very short but noticeable coat of black, human pubic hairs. To Chris' surprise, he finds it absolutely adorable.

“Lookin good & of course! I just cant fuck u right this min. Kinda not in ur bed. Rly wish I could tho." He texts.

“Sho me my dick" She demands.

“Now???"

“Yeah I bet u got a lot of cum 4 me"

Chris can't help but smile as he reads her texts.

“If she only knew..."

Peggy makes her way down the long hall. Chris wasn't himself at dinner, and though he's often a snarky jerk who complains a little too much, even if it's in jest, she noted a much more genuine sorrow enveloping him. She nears his room, ready to offer an ear to the teen. However, hearing a faint groaning from within, Peggy pauses. She stands at Chris' bedroom door for a moment. Rather than knock, she instead opts to peek through the old keyhole. Squatting down, the pregnant mouse Voeldahn leans against the door and looks inside. Her big, blue eyes grow wide with shock. Chris is masturbating, and his penis is huge!

“Oh, wow... That boy's really hung!" She whispers to herself. “He nearly gives my Mark a run for his money... ... Hmm..."

She turns her eyes toward the end of the hall as she ponders something. Slowly standing to her feet and looking back at the youth's door, she balls a fist, feeling herself torn. Awakening the next morning, Chris yawns as he sits up in bed. His fur bristles as he bends; there's not a shred of clothes covering his body.

“Mmmmm-that was just what I needed." He says through a groan, as he stretches his muscles. “Well... Guess I'd better get ready for another day of unpaid indentured servitude." He sighs.

Rising from the bed, he carefully tidies the sheets before dressing himself and heading downstairs. To his surprise, he's begun waking up earlier, without the aid of his phone's alarm app. With his shoes, made for his paw-like, digitigrade feet thumping down the wooden steps, he can smell the food cooking in the kitchen. Peggy is quite the little housewife. As he turns around the bannister and passes the basement door, he hears the faint voices of Peggy and Mark talking.

“You can't be serious..." Mark gasps.

“What? He's been a good boy." Peggy replies, standing at the stove.

“Yeah, but you're the one who said-"

“I know what I said." She swiftly cuts off her husband. “I'm taking it back... Let him go, today. No time limits, no calls."

“... Alright." Mark sighs.

“What's going on?" A curious Chris asks, entering the kitchen from the foyer hallway.

“Oh, nothing!" Peggy innocently chirps.

“Yeah. Just chatting with the misses." Mark adds.

“Oh... So, what am I doing today? Could you give me some really hard, backbreaking labor, please?" Chris teases, approaching the refrigerator for a drink.

“Actually... Today, I'm donating you to Clary again."

“Why's that?"

“She needs your help, again." Peggy interjects.

“But... Isn't there work around here, or something?" A confused Chris raises a brow.

“Nope! You're just that awesome! Now get a piece of toast, take a bottle of water and start walking. Her house is a half-mile away, remember? You're burning daylight standing here." Mark waves a hand at Chris, motioning for the front door.

“Ooookay..."

Doing as he's told, Chris collects a single piece of toast, just as it pops out of the toaster. After buttering the slice, he returns to the refrigerator, collects a water bottle and heads for the door, all while staring with a raised brow at Mark and his wife, Peggy. No sooner than the front door closes behind the young man, Mark turns toward his wife, who sets the kitchen table in preparation for the bacon and eggs she's made for herself and her husband. She works with a strange smile plastered on her face.

“I hope you know what you're doing..."

“They'll be fine. Stop worrying!" She chirps.

“It's just... This feels a little... I don't know... Perverse? Is that the word I'm thinking of?" He asks as he takes a seat across from her.

“I don't know. All I know is you're going to be with me all day, and if it goes the way I think it will, most of the night, too."

“Oh, goodie! Date night with the pregnant wife. Should I get the list and pick up all of the usual craving items?"

“Yeah. The weirder the better." She giggles.

Knock, knock, knock. Chris stands at Clarissa's front door, taking the last swig of his water bottle. He can't help but wonder what it is he needs to help her with. Did he erect the fence wrong? Mark showed him what to do, and he followed his instructions to the letter. Within moments, the door swings open and Clarissa stands before him, looking down and with a little smile on her face. She wears her usual outfit, but Chris can only recall how she looked when she was naked. He quickly shakes it from his mind, lest he give her something else to look at. After sexting Jill last night, he wants to do good, and not cheat on his girlfriend-to-be.

“Hi." Clarissa coos.

“Hey." Chris squeaks, waving a hand quite innocently.

Standing aside, she leans against the doorframe, her ample bust on full display in her white tank top.

“... So, do you want to come in or stand there all day?" She asks with a giggle.

“Oh, right!"

Entering her home, which he hasn't seen before, except from the outside, he looks around her living room. It's a quaint and cozy little house, with an old couch in one corner. He likes the soft colors and the comforting vibe of her house right away. Remembering that he has chores to do, he turns around and faces her as she closes the front door.

“So, what's wrong? Did Mark's cattle push down that fence? I thought I did it right!"

“You did." She replies.

“Oh, good! Hm... So, what do you need help with?" He asks with a raised brow.

“I could use you for some plumbing work." She says with a sly smile.

“I don't know how to work on plumbing. Mark didn't prep me for anything besides manual slave labor." He responds.

“Oh, there's going to be some labor involved." She giggles.

“Sooo... What is it?"

“I told you... Come here, and have a seat for a bit." Clarissa says as she makes herself comfortable on her couch.

As she sits on the center cushion, she reaches out a hand and pats the corner space to her left. Growing nervous, Chris gulps and sits beside the voluptuous, older, twenty-six-year-old woman. They sit in silence for a moment, simply staring at each other. The silence grows increasingly uncomfortable for the eighteen-year-old, but he isn't sure what to say or do. Clarissa scoots a little closer.

“S-so, uhm... What's this plumbing thing you need me to do?"

“Mmmm-well... My pipes are a little clogged. I could really use your help reaming them out." She speaks in a sultry voice.

“Oh..."

“Yeah. I'd like you to dive in there and pound that clog out, until my pipes run quick and clean." She coos.

As she speaks, his mind wanders. Chris imagines himself on his hands and knees, plowing his manhood into Clarissa's tight, little vagina. It's all the easier to picture, as he's already seen it. Suddenly, he feels her very large and soft breasts pushing against an arm. He glances down at her chest, staring intently at her feminine mounds. He cannot help himself.

“Do you like these?" She asks in an innocent tone.

“Uhm..."

She doesn't wait for an answer. Taking her right hand, she grabs her top, slips down a shoulder strap and quickly flashes him, revealing one of her breasts. Chris is flabbergasted.

“Hehe! Big, aren't they?"

“Uh-huh..." The hypnotized teen replies.

“And they're all natural... Just like you." She coos, her hand groping his stiffening penis through his pants. “Mmmm... You're a big boy, aren't you?"

Before he can say anything, Chris' bright amber eyes grow wide. Clarissa leans in and plants a kiss on his lips. She puts considerable effort into it, swiftly stuffing her tongue into his mouth. He can tell that this isn't a teasing kiss; this is serious. His heart begins to race. Only his mind moves faster.

“Mmm! You're tasty!" She remarks as their lips part. “Can I see what you have in here? You've done so much work for me, it's only fair that I should return the favor."

Clarissa's hands unbuckle his belt before popping the button of his pants. He can hardly believe that this is happening as he kisses the older and very attractive woman.

“Oh, yeah." He slides back a bit, allowing her to continue. “I... ... Wait! We shouldn't be doing this!" He suddenly sits up and begins to slide away, toward the front of the couch cushion.

“Huh?!" A startled Clarissa gasps.

“Peggy said not to do this."

“Wait!" She exclaims.

“If she finds out and rats me out to Mark, he'll send me home and my parents might stick me somewhere worse! Maybe military school! I can't fuck this up!" He tries to sit up.

“No, no! Wait! Listen! It's alright!" Clarissa places her hands on his chest.

“If I stick around, it won't be." He warns her.

“Peggy called me and said it was alright!" She blurts out.

“She... She did what?" He turns to her, a stunned look on his face.

“Peggy called me last night. She wanted to talk about us... You and me, I mean. She apologized and said that it wasn't her place to tell us what we could or couldn't do. She said that she knew I was lonely, and that you were lonely, too, and that she wouldn't be mad if we spent time together..." Clarissa shyly explains, her face flushing visibly through her short coat of white fur.

“She... She did?!"

“Uh-huh!"

“But what about? ... I mean, she can't want us to... You know." He beats around the bush, almost too embarrassed to say the words.

“Why do you think they sent you here?"

“..."

Chris is flabbergasted. He has no idea what to think anymore. It's starting to sound like she's lying to him, just to get him into her bed. As badly as he wants her, and to feel a vagina enveloping his manhood, he's inclined to believe her.

“She told me that we could 'do whatever' and that she wasn't going to ask questions or stop us."

“Why the hell would she do that?!" He can't help but ask.

“She told me she saw you last night. You were beating him like he owed you money."

“Oh..." Chris feels a knot forming in his gut.

“She didn't think that it was right for her to make demands, especially when I need this even more than you do. You know I like you, and I'm pretty sure you like me, too. I saw those pretty eyes and adorable, pointy ears outside my window yesterday."

“Y-you did?!" He gulps, now trembling with embarrassment.

“Uh-huh! We, uhm... We could help each other."

“Uhm... Y-yeah, I guess... I just."

He seems hesitant, something that she wasn't expecting. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she leans into his chest, making sure he can feel her ample breasts pushing into him. She can't let this moment slip away from her, not if she's going to have him betwixt her legs.

“Come on, cutie..." She coos. “I know you like me, and I wouldn't do this if I didn't like you, too! Let's just see where this goes. It's okay. No pressure. Just relax."

Chris slowly leans back, once again becoming comfortable, or as comfortable as he can be in such a strange situation.

“That's better..." She coos, finally unzipping his pants. “I know you've missed this... You told me before. Well, I've really missed this, so let's see if I can help you; maybe I can lighten your load, so to speak."

As she roughly pushes down his pants and boxer-briefs, his stiffening cock flops out, landing with a soft plop against his furry belly.

“Oh, wow! Jesus Christ, boy! Look at this thing!" Clarissa giggles with delight. “I knew it was big when I felt it up against me that first day, and it looked really fucking impressive through your pants, but... Well, damn! A cock this nice deserves to be parking its bulk somewhere small, warm, and very, very wet, every night... Or at least twice a week!" She coos, gently stroking the underside of his heavy, throbbing shaft with a fingertip.

Taking hold of his girthy, eight and a half inches of swelling manhood, she promptly opens her mouth as wide as she can and stuffs his glossy, jet-black cock as deep as she can. She sucks on his endowment without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Oh, shit! Rrrrr-fuck!" He growls, wincing as he feels her mouth enveloping his big, canine penis. “Your mouth feels so good!"

“Mmm-mmm-slrp-mmm!" Her head bobs up and down as she slurps on his hardening cock.

“Damn, you're so good at this! You've done this a lot, haven't you?"

“Slrp-slrp-mhm!"

She tries to nod, but fails, too focused on pleasing him with her mouth. She'd spend two or three days a week giving her husband oral sex, before they'd progress to good, old fashion, vaginal penetration. However, that happened less and less as they drifted apart and inevitably divorced. This might be the thousandth time she's had a penis in her mouth, and though she hasn't tasted one in nearly a year, it's all coming back to her. She takes a hand and gently cups his furry scrotum, very carefully playing with his big balls. They're easily the size of chicken eggs, and they feel so full, too! She can only imagine how thick and gooey the young man's cum must be.

“Ooohhh-yeah. Mmmmm-fuck... Wait... Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" He suddenly exclaims.

To her shock, he pushes her back and rises from the couch. Standing to his feet, his stiffening manhood sways, glistening from her saliva.

“This feels too weird. I mean, I hardly know you. That and I'm trying to be good for someone. You're hot as fuck and all, and I'm flattered as hell but... ... Clary?"

Chris stands in silence. His voice catches in his throat as he stares in horror. Clarissa appears to be crying! She sniffles and turns her head away, averting her eyes. She lifts a hand and uses the back of it to brush an eye. Finally seeing how desperate the divorced woman truly is, as she shivers from the shame and his rejection, Chris is overwhelmed with guilt. She's so lonely and so desperate for that physical connection. It may only be carnal pleasure to Chris, but it's clearly more than that to her; she needs to feel wanted and desired, and he's pushing her away. Why must he be so stubborn, when he wants this as badly as she does? Jill hasn't claimed him; he's not cheating.

As she sniffles again, her head bowed and arms crossed before her chest and tucked beneath her ample, E-cup breasts, Chris begins to eye her form. He no longer dwells on Jill, or his fears of being outed by Peggy and Mark. Instead, he scans the beautiful body of the cow Voeldahn who sits on the couch before him. She's a gorgeous female, with needs and desires, and furthermore, she wants him to fulfill those desires. She's come to him for her needs. What kind of jerk is he to deny her? As he focuses on her milky breasts, which she pushes up inadvertently with her arms, his manhood continues to swell. Chris has an opportunity, identical to the one presented to him when Jill barged into his room on that fateful night, now over two months ago.

“I'm sorry..." Clarissa whimpers, sniffling again and wiping another tear away with the back of her hand. “This was so stupid and inappropriate... I don't know what I was thinking... Maybe you should just g-"

She's suddenly interrupted by the young man leaning in and planting a kiss upon her lips. Her sapphire eyes grow wide and she stares at him in shock. Chris doesn't stop. He gives her another, and then another. Kiss after passionate kiss, and she can suddenly feel his tongue. It slithers into her mouth, and she thorough tastes him once more. His clawed hands reach out and rest upon her shoulders. After only a moment, he pushing her straps down and exposed her breasts, which he then takes hold of. He seems to weigh her ample mammaries with his hands, balancing her milky tits as they spill out of his hands. Her eyes narrow and she slumps back in her couch. Finally, their lips part ways.

“Hhf-hhf! What, hhf, what was that for?!" She gasps.

Chris looks up at her as he leans into her chest, flashing a little smile. He stares into her eyes, his clawed hands still fondling her breasts. He teases her nipples for a moment, making her groan. His touch makes her tremble.

“Ch-chris?!"

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I was trying to be good, and because of that I wasn't seeing you this way; I wasn't seeing you as a partner."

“Don't do this if you don't like me." She sternly replies, a worried look on her face.

“That's just it, though. I DO like you! You're funny and sweet, you're fun to be around and you're very, very beautiful." He says as he carefully and almost lovingly pushes down her tank top, his fingers caressing her sides as he grips her. “The first time we met I saw your big tits and your nice ass. I wanted you so badly, but I wanted to be good, for my Aunt Peggy and Jill, the girl back home."

“You have a girlfriend?!" Clarissa gasps.

“No. Jill and I aren't together. She won't claim me. I was being loyal to her for nothing, and Aunt Peggy should never have told us what we could and couldn't do. She was right to call you last night. I'm sorry, Clary, for hurting your feelings. I want to know you more... I just want you. I want you so bad."

“... Then take me." She coos, flushing beneath her fur.

Clarissa raises her arms and arches her back, allowing him to continue as he very carefully lifts off her tank top. His smile widens as he grabs her furry globes, gently jiggling them. She giggles, but then gasps when he leans in and licks the beige colored flesh of her nipples. He's careful to moisten every millimeter of her sensitive skin, lapping at her large areolas with vigor.

“You're a beautiful woman, Clary. I'm lucky to have you here with me, but I was so cold. I'm not going to be cold anymore, and I won't disappoint either of us." He says with sincerity before sucking on her nipples.

“Ahh!" She squeals, a hand impulsively grabbing the back of his head. “W-what d-do you mean?!"

“You know what I mean..." He says in between licks. “I'm going to fuck you so hard."

Her face flushes even more at his reply, and she's certain that he can see it through the soft, white fur of her face. With her narrowed eyes now closing, she reaches down and frantically grabs at her own daisy-duke shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

“Fuck me. Fuck me like your life depends on it." She sweetly begs.

Chris makes his move, pushing himself over her and giving her another passionate kiss on her lips. Meanwhile, his hands grab her waist and his thumbs brush the waistband of her blue jean shorts. Meanwhile, Clarissa reaches out for his manhood. She feels something hot and exceptionally big bump a hand, as it waves just below his belly. She quickly latches on and skillfully strokes him, still shocked by the sheer size of the young dog Voeldahn's penis. It nearly reaches the short male's kneecaps, and it's also quite fat! He's far thicker than her ex-husband and the boyfriends she'd had before him. Furthermore, she's mesmerized by the glossy, jet-black flesh that covers his huge, throbbing manhood.

“H-hey Chris?"

“Yeah?" He asks, pausing a kiss on her neck to turn to her.

“How big is this?!" She asks, giving his cock a squeeze.

Chris pulls at her hips, stretching her out on her couch, her right side facing the edge.

“Eight and a half inches long, and just over two inches thick." He casually replies, standing tall and stepping on the heels of his shoes.

“God damn!"

“When my knot swells, I only have six and a half inches, though..."

“Is the supposed to be small?" She giggles.

“I don't know. Maybe, especially if you think you can handle my knot, too." He adds with a little smile, pulling his large, paw-like feet from his shoes. “Do you think your pussy can handle my knot? She looked really tight yesterday." He adds with a wink.

Clarissa grins from cheek to cheek and bites her bottom lip so adorably. It's as if she's trying not to show her pure joy at the prospect of taking his exceptional manhood into her body. She opens her fist, which could not fully ensnare his manhood and begins gently petting the shaft of his heavy, throbbing penis. Her hand moves beneath his member, and rubs the underside of his shaft as she considers his suggestion. His cock runs along her palm and toward her wrist as she coils her fingers around the base of his throbbing phallus once more. She gives him a little squeeze, shivering as she feels how hard his big dick has already become. This clearly isn't for show; he has a truly impressive cock. Clarissa turns her eyes toward him, her smile growing a little more. She slowly and subtly nods her head.

“I'll try to take it all."

“Are you sure? My knot's pretty thick, a lot thicker than my shaft. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." He replies.

“Aww, you're so sweet. I want to please you, too, baby. It's not all about me. Besides, I really want to see if I can fit all of this big thing in my little pussy." She insists with an adorable giggle.

“How did I get so lucky?" He asks her.

“That's funny. I'm asking myself the same thing right now!"

As he leans in for another series of kisses, Chris pulls his legs out of the holes of both his pants and underwear, which sit in a heap over his digitigrade feet. After a few more tongue-filled kisses and some licks to her nipples, he stands tall and pulls his t-shirt up and over his head. He now stands completely naked in the cow Voeldahn's living room, as she lay on her couch, her pants still on. Lifting up her legs and holding them high above her head, Clarissa hooks her thumbs beneath the waistband of her shorts. She peels off her daisy-dukes and hot pink panties in one fluid motion.

Chris strokes his manhood, his knot already beginning to swell as he stares with glee at the beige flesh of her pussy. It looks even better up close. Clarissa's nether lips and clitoris have a glossy sheen in the sunlight that beams in through the front windows; she's obviously drenched in her lubricating fluids and eager to accept his endowment inside of her. She tosses her clothes aside and promptly spreads her legs, using her fingers to beckon him closer. Chris doesn't disappoint. With a clawed hand gripping the bulbous, jet-black knot of his manhood, he climbs onto the couch and kneels betwixt her legs.

Clarissa takes some nearby throw pillows and makes herself comfortable as her young lover inches ever closer. Resting on a palm and stretching out his legs, he uses a hand to direct the pointy tip of his penis until his firm flesh brushes gently against her clitoris. She trembles and takes a breath, though she doesn't quite gasp. Chris can't help but smile and turn his bright amber, almost yellow eyes, up to her. Returning his attention to their genitals, he inches even closer and rubs the tip of his member against her clitoris before spreading apart her nether lips ever so slightly.

“Nnnnn..." She winces, both from her nervousness and from having not felt a real penis in more than half a year.

“Are you ready?" He asks in a sweet and gentle tone.

“I-I th-think s-AAAHHH!"

She briefly squeals and her voice catches in her throat. Her big blue eyes nearly bulge out of her head. Chris didn't even wait for her to finish answering him before he suddenly rams most of his endowment into her tight and unfamiliar loins. She can feel him so thoroughly, spreading her little pussy as he thrusts. Chris stretches out her vaginal canal to a size she's never felt before, burying most of his six and a half inches of usable shaft into her quivering cunt, and all in the span of a second. She turns her eyes down and tilts her head. Her big breasts are still jiggling from the force of his penetrative thrust.

The mere sight of his girthy, jet-black cock stretching her small, underused vagina makes her tremble with pleasure; it's a sight to behold. In truth, the visual stimulation doubles her pleasure in an instant and she feels a burning in her loins. She looks up to see how Chris is reacting, as he's yet to make another move, or even a single sound. To her pleasant surprise, the teenager winces. His lips are pulled up around his black, canine snout, baring his teeth as if he were snarling. She reaches out and grabs hold of his forearms, squeezing him. He opens his eyes and stares into hers.

“Nnnnn! Hff-hff..." She pants, unable to speak.

“Ooohhh-fuuuuuuuck!" He finally exclaims. “Your pussy is sooooo hot and wet! It's unreal!"

“Hhf-hhf, uh-huh!"

He gives her a little thrust, pushing himself barely a half an inch deeper inside of her. She gasps and squeezes his forearms, regardless, her white, furry fingers clenching almost as hard as her loins. It's been so long, and she's taken aback by the sensation of accepting such a large penis into her nearly virgin-tight love tunnel. She stares up at her lover, panting and watching as the light brown and black furred, German Shepherd Voeldahn readies himself for the real work.

“Rrrrr-shit... It's so tight, too! Ahh-yeah. It's like your pussy's trying to crush my cock."

“Hhff-hhff, yeah... She's not used to such a big one." Clarissa innocently whimpers.

He gives her another little thrust, her loins sloshing audibly as he moves his big dick in and out by a little more than an inch. Hearing her pussy's noises only embarrasses Clarissa, but Chris seems to enjoy them. He gives her a solid, two-inch stroke. The sloshing sound is much louder now. She feels her face flush, but her young lover's smile only grows wider. He suddenly begins to pump his endowment into her dripping wet hole, ramming his meaty cock into her quivering pussy, over and over again, and with considerable speed and vigor.

“AHHHGGAAHHD!!!"

“Mmm-yeah. Ooohhh, it's so fucking wet! Listen to those beautiful sounds!" He chirps, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Your pussy's as slick as oil, baby-girl!"

“Nngf, nngf. You did this to me, nngf, you fucking stud! Nngf-ahh! Now, fuck me! Nnnn-yes! Fucking fuck me with, nngf-ahh, your huge dick! Come on! Ahh-yeah! Give it to me!" She cries out, sliding her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.

Her ample tits bounce and sway, jiggling violently as Chris demolishes her loins with a skill she hadn't anticipated from the teen. It isn't long before Clarissa is rocked by her first orgasm. She's absolutely overwhelmed by it; Chris' passion, stamina and skill for his age, the alluring color, the exotic shape and the sheer size of his penis, how his hung manhood reams her tight and underused loins, the sounds of her dripping wet vagina as he plows her with his big cock, and even the aroma of her pussy mixed with Chris' musk, wafted through the air by his large, swaying balls. Everything works to give her the most intense pleasure she's enjoyed since before her divorce, and possibly even in her entire life!

Straightening his back, Chris grabs hold of her ankles and lifts her legs, curling her body slightly as he lifts her hooves high into air. He grunts and growls as he rams himself home, her legs swaying with each of his powerful thrusts. His arms tremor from his pleasure, his claws gently digging into her soft fur and the flesh beneath. Her plump and perfect buttocks jiggles as he plows her tight, little cunt with his substantial manhood. Clarissa's eyes roll back in her head, as within only a few minutes, she feels yet another climax on the horizon. Chris is a true stud; he's an Adonis, if there ever was one.

He rests her double ankles against his shoulders before leaning over, his clawed hands pressing into the couch cushions on either side of her curvy figure. In and out, over and over again, he grunts and growls as he rams his cock as hard as he can into her underused love tunnel. The cow Voeldahn can hardly claw at his back as the teenage stud brings her to the brink of pure pleasure, her body convulsing with the rapturous wave of her second, even stronger orgasm.

“AAAHHGAHD!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!" She cries out.

“RRR-RRR-RRR-YEAH! TAKE IT! NNGF! TAKE IT ALL!" He growls so dominantly.

She squeals and then screams as he feels her vagina clamping down so tightly that he can barely move. Still, he persists, and pummels her nether lips with his bulbous know. He's not done yet, and until then, she's just going to have to lie there and take it, though he's certain that's exactly what she wants. As his arms tire, he leans further forward and flattens out. Chris pushes his body against hers, her breasts no longer able to jiggle and sway so violently as he rests on his forearms. He slides his clawed hands behind her shoulder blades, holding her as if she were his and kissing her in identical fashion.

Clarissa basks in her younger lover's attention. She's wanted it for so long, even before she knew him. This is what she's been missing. Plop, plop, plop, as his knot strikes her quivering loins and his scrotum taps her ass. The couch remains as solid as a rock, though they slowly sink into the soft cushions. It only makes them fuse even tighter together, in the missionary position, as Chris works Clarissa's pussy as if his life depended on it. Soon, she has a third orgasm. She's never cum so many times from sex before, even when she was married, and her husband was once the greatest lover she'd had. She's so thankful that Chris is better.

As he feels her enjoying yet another orgasm, a sensation he'd learned to discern from all of his time with Jill, Chris can feel his pleasure swelling. With every subtle squeeze from her pulsating and exceedingly tight vagina, Chris is shoved harder toward his own end. He came a great deal last night, but he still felt some in there. After a full night's sleep, who knows what's in store for Clarissa's lucky pussy.

“Nngf, I'm, nngf, I'm about to..." Chris grunts out.

“Mmm-ooohhh! Ahh-yeah! Do it, Hhf-hhf. Do it, baby. Cum in me. Fill me up." She almost begs.

“Nngh! Rrr-shit. Hhf, but what if-"

“Do it! Nngf-nngf-mmmmm-fuuuuck." She interrupts him with her grunts and squeals. “Come on! Ahh-yes!"

“I don't, nngf, want to, nngf, get you-"

“I'm on the pill, baby. Hhf-hhf-hhf... Don't hold back. Nngf-hhf!" She interrupts him again. “Mmmmm-yeah! Fill me up!"

“Nnnn-ah-alright. Hhf-hhf. I'm gonna do it."

“Nngf-yeah! Fucking do it!"

“Nngf-nngf-rrrrr-fuck!"

He grunts and growls as he thrusts even harder and faster, reaming Clarissa's little pussy with his big cock. His swollen, bulbous knot, glistening in the light and slick with her lubricating fluids, smashes into her nether lips. With a few hard pushes, he begins spreading her hole even more. Clarissa's eyes shoot open and she squeals, gripping onto him even tighter. Is her really trying to knot her?! After so long without trying it, she'd assumed he wasn't going to. Slowing and shortening his thrusts, Chris pushes the knot against the trembling flesh of her thoroughly pleasured loins and shoves hard. She can feel him parting her vaginal canal, stretching her to her limit. He's doing it!

“Ahh... Ahhhh-AHH-AAHHGHAAHD!" She squeals.

With an audible pop, Chris drives his knot home.

“Rrrrr-yeah! Ooohhh-that's it..." He growls with delight.

“AHHHH-SHIT! NNNNN-FUCK! AHH-AHH-HHF-AHH!"

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, hhf, take that big knot, hhf, take it, baby-girl."

He gives her a rather forceful kiss, his tongue swiftly wrestling hers into submission as he begins to pound her tight pussy with hard, short and very fast strokes. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap! Chris' big and heavy, cum-filled balls smack against her plump, furry buttocks, while his knot stretches out her loins in ways she's never felt before. As her moist flesh gives way, allowing him to fully sheath himself inside of her, her vagina clamps down on his big, canine dick and squeezes him just behind his knot. She's cumming yet again! How many times can he make her squeal?!

He tries to pull out for another thrust, but Clarissa is in the midst of her forth body-rocking orgasm. Her pelvic muscles are so tense that Chris pulls at her womanhood as he tries to remove himself for more thrusts, yanking on her flesh as he fails to withdrawal. The suction of her spasming cunt on his hung phallus is too much for either of them to handle. Shoving in as deep as he can go, he smooshes his full balls into her plump butt, covering her anus.

“I'm! Nngf! I'm gonna! RrrrrrRRRR-HHNNNNNHH!!!" He winces.

“AHHH-YES!!!"

“RRRRRFFFUUUUUUUCK!!!" He roars, his eyes shut tightly.

“AHHHHGHAAAHHD!!!"

She screams at the top of her lungs, her arms pulled tightly around his neck and her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Her legs are crossed at her ankles, her hooves tucked beneath his little butt and locking him in. Blasting over his peak at breakneck speed, he careens through the pleasure and toward the mist of calm on the other side. He unleashes a truly massive load, deep into Clarissa's hungry pussy. Jet after powerful jet fills the cow Voeldahn's little hole to the brim. Clarissa's forth orgasm seems to restart, and for the first time in her life, she has a multiple-orgasm.

Wave after wave rocks her form and her entire body convulses uncontrollably from the immeasurable pleasure, spurred entirely by the sensation of feeling the largest and most exotically shaped penis she's ever had filling her with the hottest, thickest and voluminous cum that she's ever felt. After seven jets, his flow finally begins to decrease. It's shot violently through her cervix, coating and burning her insides with the intense heat of his seed. Her uterus is so full; she can feel every drop. To her, it's as if she's being filled like a water balloon, her womanhood inflated with the massive cumshot of her younger stud of a lover.

The eighteen-year-old Voeldahn makes the twenty-six-year-old nearly pass out from ecstasy. Her tremoring legs slowly stretch out, falling under the force of gravity and their own weight as she loses all of her strength to her orgasms. Clarissa shivers and shakes, her big tits smooshed tightly between her and her lover as she clings to him for dear life. Chris trembles as well, occasionally performing several involuntary crunches; he rocks his hips, stuffing his endowment as deep as it can go as he blows his load.

“Ooohhh-shit..." He groans, his body going limp.

“Ahh-hah-hhf-ahh... Mmmmmmm." She coos.

“Oh, fuck." He sighs, a few more spurts of cum escaping his rock-hard and throbbing cock.

“Mmm-yeah. Let it all out, baby. Give me every last drop."

She speaks so sweetly, softly caressing the now damp and musky fur of his back with her fingertips. He doesn't disappoint, managing a few pelvic muscle contractions and ensuring she takes every drop of cum that he has. She nuzzles his face with her short but broad snout, kissing her new lover so tenderly on his neck and cheek as she basks in the euphoria of their post-sex embrace.

“Oh my god... Your pussy... Damn!" He exclaims, still catching his breath.

“Mmmm... I've never been fucked so good, baby. You're amazing."

“Thanks, Clary."

“No. Thank you, Chris." She says as she softly kisses his muzzle.

“You're welcome." He replies with a chuckle, before kissing her back.

“And don't thank me. You did me a favor, and I mean that! I've never had so much fun with a guy! Not ever! You're world class. A real stud!" She insists, staring deeply into his eyes.

Panting and gasping, Chris' bushy tail begins to wag with delight. He leans in and the lovers share a few passionate kisses. As much as he enjoyed having sex with Jill, the nineteen-year-old human girl he's had dozens of times in the two months since they started their purely sexual relationship, Clarissa's is so much better. He makes himself comfortable, lying over his lover as he calms down. She smiles and wraps her arms around him, a hand petting his back and another running her fingers through his shaggy, light brown hair. At five inches shorter than her, Chris' chin rests just above the top of Clarissa's milky breasts. She nuzzles his head and gives him a very tender kiss, still petting and scratching him.

“Mmmm-yeah. Stay like this."

“Okay." He says with a relieved sigh.

“You know... I kind of wish I wasn't on the pill..."

Lifting his head, he stares into her eyes for a moment. Clarissa leans in and kisses his lips. Their genitals have yet to part, as he's still too hard and she's too tight from her pleasure for them to separate.

“So... Nice weather we're having, huh?"

“Hehe! You're so damn adorable!" She giggles.

Finally, after quite a long time of cuddling, Chris pulls himself from her loins. Clarissa slowly sits up and reaches a hand down, her fingers slipping between the crack of her plump butt. To their shock, an absolutely enormous wad of thick and goopy cum oozes out. It quickly fills her hand and nearly spills out, but remains in place only because of his thick and stringy it is.

“God damn, boy! How long was that building up?!"

“A week." He replies.

“I wonder what you would've given me if you hadn't let some of it go last night." She winks.

Chris shrugs his shoulders. He watches in awe as Clarissa lifts up her hand, opens wide, and promptly devours his seed in front of him.

“Mmmm... You're so tasty." She innocently winks at him.

“I'll take your word for it."

“Hehe!"

He sits on the couch and watches her. Clarissa stretches out her legs as she lay on the couch, her head propped up on an armrest and her legs over his lap.

“So... Now what?" He finally asks,

“Well, you cleaned out my plumbing, but that clog's going to be back. You'd better stick around."

“What if Mark calls me home?"

“They're not going to call you."

“Are you sure?" He raises a brow.

Clarissa merely smiles and nods her head, before holding up a hand and gesturing as if she were holding a telephone.

“Conspiring against me, eh?" He smirks, running his claws along her inner thighs.

“Maybe..." She winks again.

After leaning in and sharing a kiss, Chris and Clarissa cuddle and watch TV for a while. They don't bother to get dressed; they wander about her house as naked as the day they were born. In between exploring her home, Chris explores her body. They have sex no less than two more times that day. In between sessions, she makes him lunch and then dinner, and just as she'd said, Peggy and Mark never call him. After showering together, Chris falls asleep beside Clarissa, snuggling with her in her bed. It's the best sleep he's ever had, even better than the exhaustion that overcomes him after a hard day's work.

The next morning, they both awaken to their arousal. One more time couldn't hurt. To her elation, Chris has mastered Clarissa's pleasure, memorizing everything to make her squeal and shiver and shake. She can't help but wish that he was living on her farm, instead.

“Mmmmm-yeah... You know, you're so good at helping me with my chores; I think I might be needing your help again..." She coos.

“Oh really? Do you have that much work that needs being done around here?" He asks with a sly grin, an arm around her as they relax in bed.

“You'd be surprised how much work a small farm like mine can be, especially the plumbing. Yeah, you're probably going to need to come over and unclog my pipes on a regular basis; they don't get flushed out the way they used too." She says with a wink. “You're up for more plumbing work, right?"

“Oh, hell yeah, I am! I mean... Yes, I could be of service." He smiles back.

“Hehe! Good. Give me your number. If I need your help again, I'll let you know."

Chris and Clarissa trade numbers, and with that, Chris finally gets dressed and heads for the door. Unfortunately, he can't stay with Clarissa forever. With a spring in his step, he heads back to his uncle's farm a half mile down the road. He reaches down with a clawed hand and adjusts his large but flaccid manhood.

“Man, what a great twenty-four hours that was! Her pussy was so good. Tight, hot, and dripping wet. She took all my cum like a champ, too! Now THAT was just what I needed! Never felt better in my life!" He says with a delighted sigh. “Hmm... I hope she was serious about calling me over... She's a real good woman, too... So sweet."

He suddenly realizes how attached he's already growing to Clarissa. When it's time for him to go back to his family, he's truly going to miss her. His hand moves a little lower and Chris coils his fingers, cupping his large balls. He gently bounces them with his fingertips, chuckling to himself.

“They feel so empty! ... Yeah, I'll definitely be her new farmhand." He smirks.

Relaxing in the comfort of her home, Clarissa remains sprawled out on her bed. Her legs are spread wide, a hoof hanging off the edge as she stays almost exactly as Chris left her. Only a few minutes earlier, he was between her legs, giving her all he had and more. How did she luck out with such a stud? She reaches a hand down, grabbing herself once more.

“Wow." She giggles as she feels her tender flesh. “That kid demolished my little pussy with that huge dick of his. Mmmmm-and all that hot, gooey cum... I can't believe I had the strength to fuck him so many times! Yeah, I'm definitely going to need a lot more of his help around here."

She sighs as she rubs her still gaping vagina, teasing her clitoris for a moment. Inserting a finger into her love tunnel, mostly to feel how stretched Chris left her, she's startled when she scoops out even more of his cum. He had so much!

“Oh, damn! Hmm... I should probably get back on birth control..." She thinks aloud.