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Yay Darleen! Ride'em, cowgirl! Comments appreciated!

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So that’s how I ended up naked on my bed in the loft. And my erection was at full, raging mast, knot flared.

It was only then that Darleen undressed. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, I supposed it was lately too hot for that even though today had been blessedly cool, but seeing her naked for the first time, I had to have fallen in love right there. Her tits, topped as they were with her mane of fur, were just absolutely stunning; upright and perky despite her age.

“Dear, I saw the way you were looking at the goats,” Darleen said, climbing atop the bed with me. She planted her arms at either side of my head, and pressed her breasts up to me.

I wrapped my arms around her soft and slender backside, sliding my nose around her soft and pliant breast. I ran my tongue up the edge of her nipple, until her own milk leaked out, and at once I clamped onto it, letting the warm silky texture slide down my throat. God, I was blushing so hard, it had to have been taking away blood from my erection, which I’d already started sliding into the long fur under her tail.

Some people needed foreplay, I’d learned. I didn’t need much, for the simple fact that walking around everyone every day was already foreplay for me. I was just absolutely starving to get every ounce of semen out of my balls right that very second. So even as I reveled in the lovely, smooth taste of collie milk, my lower half was bucking as I struggled to get the tip through the fur and into her.

It was impossible, and Darleen laughed at my attempts, making no moves to really help me. I was upset, and maybe a little angry. Taking my mouth off her tit, I finally turned it around, rolling Darleen down to the base of the bed as I finally shoved my cock inside of her. She barked and howled in appreciation, and in and instant I felt relief—I didn’t realize how cold my cock had felt in the cool air, and the thick, warm passage between her legs was so relaxing I seized up and shivered in place for a long moment.

But soon after, the need escalated, like an itch. I scratched it, thrusting in and out of her, trying desperately to find some texture to grind against, but she was absolutely smooth as butter. I fell down against her, squeezing her midsection as I repositioned my legs, pressing paws against the backboard and humping as fast as I could go.

Darleen laughed and howled in utter delight. I could hardly believe she was loving this as much as I was, from the absolute blissed-out look on her face, tongue falling limply to the side, her leaking tits bouncing back and forth with the rhythm. I think she came first; it took me so long to build myself up, I felt her passage squeeze me hard, thick smooth juices sliding between us. The feeling was so delightful I just had to get further in, until my knot popped inside her.

That made it harder to move, but I could take my feet off the backboard and just sway my hips. The shorter thrusts were so much harder to get feeling on, at least at first, but in moments I’d finally found some room to move. I think Darleen came again a few moments later, she was writhing and twisting underneath me so much it was hard to tell. But in moments after, I finally shoved my legs all the way back, bracing against the backboard and arcing my back and howling. My load poured into her. The first spurt took so long I’d thought I’d have emptied myself out before the twitching started, but the second sensation of the squeeze between my legs was even harder and all the more satisfying. Even with my knot all the way in, seed found a way to flood out of her cavity. I weakly resumed thrusting into her over and over and over, my strength waning, but eventually my cock finally stopped its twitching and I collapsed against her, squeezing her and kissing her.

“God damn do I love you, Darleen,” I said between our kisses.

“Mmm, don’t be so sure yet, sugar,” she said, huffing and panting for breath.

“H-huh?” I asked. “What do you mean? You like me, don’t you?”

“Course I do,” Darleen said. “But you gotta be tamed. And a young fella like you ain’t gonna be done in just one go, are ya?”

I blushed hard. “I uh… well I have been known to…”

She suddenly inverted us. I was flat on my back, and with a firm pull, Darleen popped off my knot, thick seed spilling all over my crotch. From somewhere she’d stashed it, Darleen pulled out a long cord, and suddenly my wrists were bound tightly. “H-hey!” I said. “What’s this?”

“You’re gonna give me everything you got,” Darleen said with a bit of a snarl, then tying the cord around the bedpost to keep my arms up and still. “Everything, you hear me? When you go out I want you to only be thinking about how sore and drained you are. So we’re not stopping until your cock stops giving. Ready?”

“No!”

“That’s the spirit!”

Darleen mounted me, immediately bouncing up and down on my shaft. I really wasn’t at all sure how much more I could have given right there, but barely a minute into her renewed ride, I was bucking right along with her. “God, Darleen!” I howled. “K-keep going!”

“Told ya.” She grinned, and laughed. I could hardly see straight. But even while my eyes were spinning, I could feel the tugging of the rope binding my hands above me. It was so gentle and rhythmic, I couldn’t help but gasp in pleasure when Darleen leaned forward, planting a kiss directly on the tip of my nose.

I think I came even more into her that time. At least, that’s what it looked like afterwards, when she climbed off me, noting the sticky mess I’d left everywhere, to the point she had to clean herself off if she wanted to retail that beautiful flow to her fur.

“Hmm,” she said, coming back from the bathroom, looking at me still panting on the bed. “Not enough. Let’s go again.”

“Oh, god,” I muttered.

“Not until you’re dry, sugar!”

I think we went all the way until we were late for supper.

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Honestly, I might have lost weight from our sessions. I couldn’t tell, Darleen didn’t keep a scale for actual people, and I didn’t want to embarrass her further by using the livestock scale. But she was right; my cock was sore by the end of it, and I was shooting blanks. I didn’t remember how many times it took, but at the end if it I felt like if I tried to come again, my dick would invert on itself.

So I thought when I finally resumed work the next morning in the drizzling rain, it was enough to kick the habit. Darleen had done the impossible; I was thinking about her all night and all day, entertaining silly dreams of getting married. I doubted she’d go for it; we’d still known each other barely a few weeks, and I had a suspicion that she didn’t exactly want to be tied down to anyone she didn’t entirely trust. After all, she still loved Nel, and Nel had broken her heart. I didn’t think she wanted to go through that again.

It’d been a few hours before I’d even noticed that Darleen had left me alone with the goats that morning. I didn’t think much of it; the goats flirted with me as usual, Ivory especially, but I just smiled at her, and said, “Mind yourself, dear.” She looked almost insulted, glaring at me like she was looking for another route into my pants.

Course, I also didn’t notice when Nocturne showed up. He was supposed to stay away from the milking—too much male hormones made goat milk taste overly strong; it was no wonder he seemed so pent up all the time. I only noticed him when I felt the dark presence looming over me from behind. Slowly, I sealed up the next canister and turned to face him.

“Hey, farmhand,” he said, chewing on his cud.

“Hey, Nocturne,” I said. “What happened to ‘Sammy’?”

Nocturne grabbed me by the wrist and yanked. “I did enough playing along, dog. But we’re alone now, and I’m horny. Get your ass over to my stable and I’ll be nice and easy.”

He lifted a rope in his hands, starting quickly to bind me up. But I’d actually been practicing this—taking the rope in my other hand, and with a few quick gestures, I’d bound Nocturne’s wrists together.

“What th—“ Nocturne started. I then grabbed the other rope from where it was hanging on the fence, and with a few more swift movements, Nocturne’s legs were bound, as well as his muzzle. I guess practice did make perfect. As I bound him up firmly, Nocturne lost his balance and fell backward into the mud.

The lady goats all watching gave out a collective, “ooooh! You show ‘em, farmhand!”

I blushed. But Nocturne was still struggling on the ground, snorting—his erection all the way out, flailing about in the air, struggling for purchase.  I had never seen it so erect and angry.

It was pretty funny to watch.

I rubbed it between my fingers, saying, "Well, I guess you're gonna have to wait awhile longer, huh?”

Nocturne stopped struggling as I stroked him, and he whined. I blinked, slowly rubbing his cock with both of my paws more and more. He seemed so much calmer the more I worked him manually, his eyes tearing up with relief. And it was relief; his sighs were so loud, needful, gentle.

“You… you really just need some more attention, huh?” I asked.

He nodded.

I licked my lips, feeling my overalls getting tighter.

Dammit, dammit, dammit…I thought, but the itch was back, and it roared in the back of my mind. Before I even knew it, I’d dropped my overalls. As I plunged myself down onto Nocturne’s long cock, he seemed to immediately calm down. I braced myself on his knees, bouncing up and down without a single care as the warm feelings surged through me again. As much as I loved shoving my cock deep into a female’s slick vagina, there just wasn’t anything else like grinding that goat dick deep in my ass.

I smiled with contentment up into the rain, picking myself up and down, up and down, faster and faster. All too soon, Nocturne began to moan and groan, and I realized he was reaching his climax. I whimpered, and arched my back down on him, then threw myself forward again.

I howled as he came inside me, and all at once, the feeling of his warm cum spraying into me sent me over the edge again. My own orgasm swept through me, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to scream. I’d sprayed my seed without direction, wherever my flailing cock was pointing, all toward the muddy ground.

Dried up by my own ejaculation, I pulled myself off Nocturne, who laid there quivering in exhaustion. I looked down at my naked body. My legs were covered in his semen, which looked weirdly white compared to the mud all around us. And I looked up at the female goats who’d watched it all. Ivory, especially, who’d moved herself into my splash zone, entirely covered over with streaks of my semen.

“Oooh,” she said with a devilish grin. “Me next!”

Ah… dammit…