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Growing up on a ranch, with a variety of farm animals your parents kept, most people always thought you were rich — but you couldn't even afford a simple vibrator before you feel it was too late. Coming home for a visit, your eyes catch on the barn where your journey started all those years ago on a summer afternoon.
You're left alone while your parents are away on errands to the city. The barn doors creak, hinges still needing to be oiled. The building is empty with the cows out on the pastures and you bristle with excitement as you approach the rickety milking machine. You've read naughty admissions on forums, seen similar contraptions in porn (though you doubt you could ever afford those) — and you've finally made the choice to try something more than just the occasional produce smuggled from the pantry to pleasure yourself with. You know it's risky, that it's not intended for such a use; but it's too late to turn back now, undressing with trembling hands.
The air is warm yet you shiver, bare skin raising with goose bumps as you pick up a cluster of pumps before settling across hay bales covered with a plaid. The usage of the machine is simple and it whirs to life after a short hesitation — but you want this. To feel like a dirty slut. The humiliation of using a machine meant for animals. To have a real orgasm that leaves you shaking and drooling.
The first pump cups your nipple tightly and you moan as it sucks and massages your pebbled bud. The second pump on your other nipple adds intensity — though the machine is still on a low setting, the suction just strong enough to keep the pumps from falling off. You twirl a third one between your fingers. Your cunt is already wet when you finally dip a hand down, spreading your folds open as you fix a cup over your clit. A swear rolls off your lips as it clings to your skin — you had no idea it feels so good having your clit sucked on.
Your fingers slide lower, teasing your hole as you focus on the machine massaging your sensitive buds. Your nipples and clit feel swollen against the rubber cups, but that only makes each squeeze shoot a jolt of pleasure though your body. Moans fill the barn, low and soft, more like sighs as you push two fingers into your cunt. You have some more produce smuggled from the pantry but for now you take pleasure from the flex and curl of your fingers, and the sweet way it compliments the tugs on your buds. You should've tried this sooner.
You can't decide if the machine or your moans are louder as you turn up the settings. Your fingers doesn't feel enough any more. The cucumber in your hand is large, with tiny bumps, and a tip that's curving slightly. It slides into your cunt with ease — you're dripping wet even without lube. Your breath catches as the tip bumps against a sensitive spot before it's even bottomed out. And when it settles, you would swear it pushes your clit deeper into the pump. A moment that feels like an eternity passes before you move the cucumber, thrusting into your cunt with a quick, steady rhythm.
You're loud as you moan and gasp, your slick squelching with each flick of your wrist — and the obscene sounds you make are enough to draw the curiosity of your family's bull. Lost in your building pleasure, you barely notice it lumbering above you before you feel its warm breath on your cunt. A shudder racks your body, and the cucumber falls to the ground as you freeze up — you can't be wanting that beast to fuck you. Yet your legs part, and instead of pushing the bull off, you're guiding it to your dripping cunt.
A heavy tongue wriggles between your folds, licking up from your hole to the pump — and you scream in bittersweet pleasure as it nudges the cup off your sensitive clit. The tip of its tongue soothes over the dull ache of the swell and you buck your hips against the bull's face. It seems to pick up on your cues, or maybe it's just instinct; buy you don't much care when you feel it lick inside your cunt. There's a bit of a rough feel to it that even the drool, and your slick it scoops from your walls, can't soften — but it seems to make your nerves tingle with tenfold the pleasure even the bumps on a cucumber can't compare with.
In, out, in again. Swirling around like a tornado in empty fields and brushing against more sensitive spots than you thought you had. Flicking against your swollen clit. In, out, in, out until you lose sense of which way is it fucking into you. There's a tremble in your legs, your body tenses as you try not to choke on your own drool. Slick floods your clenching cunt, dribbling down your skin mixed with the drool of the bull. It's not stopping yet, drawing filthy noises from your cunt and sky-shattering moans from your lips; and you almost forget how to breathe as it drags the tip across your clit over and over again.
It's not moving away from you, and by the time your hazy mind clears, the bull has climbed over you more. You've seen a bull's cock before and you shouldn't be so mesmerized by its size; but the hard cock, tip resting against your dripping cunt still takes your breath away. The head rubs up and down between your folds, bumping your sensitive clit — and you can't help but moan. You wrap trembling fingers around the long shaft; warm, hard, and wide even at the tip. The bull huffs and grunts above you as you give its cock a few jerks before guiding it to your hole. The first inches slide into your cunt with ease and it already promises you a fucking you'll never forget. You're going to be fucked by a dirty beast cock and you want it to.
You focus on your breathing as the bull pushes its cock deeper, spreading your cunt open with each fraction of an inch. Its exploring new depths you've never reached before — though it would be hard not to, with what feels like a dozen inches of bull-cock stuffing your cunt full. You've never been so deeply and thoroughly stuffed (and you've tried even eggplants before!), and you can feel each throb and twitch of the cock against your walls.
Long seconds pass before you grind down on the cock, taking your time enjoying the fullness before the fucking. It starts with a slow pace in response to your grinding, sliding in and out almost completely each time. The contrast between full and empty is too much for your mind to handle and you cry out for more even if the bull doesn't understand you — but something in your voice or the buck of your hips has to spur him on, and it's settling into a brisker rhythm. Your fingers grip onto the plaid as its cock pumps into you, hitting your sensitive spots again and again that leaves you a drooling, moaning mess.
The pumps on your nipples are almost an afterthought until each thrust of the bull rocks your body, and your tits bounce frantically. Your nipples are swollen in the cups, sensitive and numb at the same time. Each squeeze is pleasure and pain, a scream and a moan mixed on your lips, a breath catching in your throat, the knot in your stomach tightening. You tug on them with trembling fingers but the pumps cling to your skin tight, and all you can do is lower the intensity. With hazy eyes you don't realize you're pressing the wrong button and the controller flies out of your grasp as your body jerks with the spike of pressure on your nipples.
After a few moments, the squeeze of the pumps isn't all that overwhelming any more, and sensations beyond your tits swim back into your consciousness — or what little you still hold onto. Something else beside the bull's underside nudges against your cunt; though there's not much space. It takes you a long second to realize it's Baxter, the family dog; with a rock hard cock poking at your side. You'd fingers wrapping around his shaft is enough to draw his attention from your cunt he can barely get a lick at with the bull fucking into you hard enough to lift your hips and ass from the bales with each thrust.
Your lips close around Baxter's cock without hesitation. It's veiny compared to the bull, more uniform in size except for the half-formed knot that's already thicker than the shaft. He's not long, but you choke on it still with the first thrust that hits the back of your throat. It takes a few tries before he finds an angle that doesn't make you gag. Your tongue rubs against the underside, swirls against the tip and even flicks out a few times to lick at the knot between your sharp inhales and his steady rutting.
Your body is rocked back and forth, filled with cocks on both ends, and the building pleasure seems never-ending. Your legs wrap around the bull's back, steadying yourself against his deep thrusts; and it feels like you're taking an inch or two more at the new angle. Your clit rubs against the bull's stomach and you're starting to see stars. You're sputtering around the cock in your mouth, drool dripping down your chin as Baxter tries to force his almost full knot past your lips. The way your tits bounce and the pumps tug on your nipples makes you go cross eyed.
Something breaks in you, and your moans are loud even with a dog's cock fucking into your mouth. Your cunt clenches around the bull's cock hard, drenching it in your slick. Your body writes as spasms. Your muscles tense up and loosen and when the bull hits a particularly sensitive spot, you're squirting onto your own stomach and tits. The bull fucks into you with a faltering rhythm, pulling newer and newer bouts of pleasure from your cunt. Baxter spills down your throat, giving up on pushing the knot into your mouth, and you do your best to swallow as much you can from the warm, sticky cum. There's too much and Baxter is spurting all over your face, your neck, even into your hair as you gasp for air.
Though you felt the bull's massive balls slap against your ass, there's more cum in it than you expected. Your cunt is overflowing, stomach bulging as the bull tries to squeeze one last inch of cock into your ruined cunt. Trails of cum run down the valley of your ass and mix with your wetness on your front even before it's softening cock flops out from your hole. It's still dribbling onto your stomach and tits even after he filled you to the brim — but your loose cunt is unable to hold onto what feels like gallons of cum. Rolling over, you can barely reach the controls to turn off the milking pumps; and you're unable to move further once the cups fall away from your nipples. Your eyes blink lazily — this wasn't what you wanted, but hell if you won't do it again.