The Farm Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Farm Pt. 01

... poster bed in the centre of the room, made up with a neutral bedspread and some fluffy pillows. But what had caught Nellie's attention was the massive bullcock attached to a fucking machine in the corner.

"No way," Nellie blurted out. Not because she didn't want it--she did, so badly that her knees suddenly felt weak--but because there was no way she could envision something like that fitting inside her.

Right?

"Don't worry," Bluebell laughed, following the direction of Nellie's gaze. "You'll be riding that thing like a pro in no time."

"But it's so... big." A massive understatement.

"It's a mould of one of our bulls," Bluebell informed her. "It didn't make sense to use a standard dildo. Every cow needs to be able to take a bullcock." Nellie's eyes were wide, still fastened to the dildo. "Don't worry," Bluebell said soothingly, reaching out to rub Nellie's back. "We'll work up to it."

She must've still looked nervous because Bluebell leaned in to press a kiss to her parted lips. Nellie met her probing tongue instinctively, and her worries cleared like mist fleeing from the rising sun.

"What a good little cow," Bluebell cooed as she pulled back. Nellie couldn't help but lean in after her in an attempt to prolong the kiss. "You're gonna be a natural at this, I can already tell."

A small, pleased whimper escaped Nellie before she could stop it, and she felt herself blushing. Bluebell smiled widely and ordered her to strip. Excitement blossomed inside of ...

... Nellie, even as she felt a little shy. She ducked her head as she shucked her shorts and pulled off her shirt.

Nellie looked up just in time to watch Bluebell's nimble fingers pull at the knot holding her shirt together. As soon as Nellie got a true look at Bluebell's tits, her mouth began to water. They were *huge*, with puffy areolas and pebbled nipples that Nellie was just dying to latch onto. As she continued to stare, a droplet of milk began to form on Bluebell's right nipple.

The sight made Nellie wetter than she could ever remember being in her life.

"See something you like?" Bluebell teased. Nellie couldn't form the words to answer, could only gulp and nod.

Bluebell grinned, pleased. She was still in her tiny shorts and Nellie wished fervently that she'd take them off, just so she could see if her pussy was as pretty and plump as the rest of her.

Closing the distance between them, Bluebell reached out to take the shirt from Nellie's hands, tossing it to the side. Her tits--those glorious, milky tits--brushed against Nellie's and it felt *amazing*. Trembling, Nellie arched her back, pressing her tits up against Bluebell's and feeling that little bead of wetness sliding between them.

Nellie was so turned on, she could barely breathe.

"There are some rules I'm going to need you to follow," Bluebell said, pulling away slightly, ignoring Nellie's whine of protest. "Can you behave?"

Rules? Well, that was probably to be expected. After all, no matter ...