The Ravaged Beast - Sex Stories

The Ravaged Beast

... as wet as he was hard, and Victoria let out a small groan. That was all he needed, Jack  mounted her, guided his cock by rubbing the head on her clit and up until he found that hot hole and pushed to the hilt. Jack didn’t hesitate, or wonder if maybe he might not been enough—biologically, that a bull would pack more than him, that he wouldn’t fill the job. But somehow he did, he felt her, and she felt him.
Victoria let out a long low moo, they were enough for each other. He pushed deep a he could and pulled back, just to ram back in. She mooed a little louder. Jack held on to her and thought her fur was soft, as he thrust back in her, he noticed the ranch tramp stamp. She moaned and huffed as he fucked her rough, he wasn’t bottoming out, but he could feel every square inch of her wet insides, so he knew he was doing something. Which was fine, because barely fitting inverse from what some human women told him, he’d last longer versus her tongue work.
“Give it all you’ve got,” she begged.
Jack plowed into her hard as he could, each impact made her ass bounce up her back. He leaned forward, slipped his hands between her breasts and the bed they rested on, Jack rubbed her nipples while his hips did all the work. She growled and yelped from her still sensitive nipples toyed with and her pussy pounded.
“Oh… oh… yes… oh! Oh,” she gasped just before a relatively high pitched moo, as she climaxed.
—
Some of the cows nearby and a horse or twos ears perked up.
“Was that Vicky,” ...

... one cow asked.
“Pretty sure that’s Vicky,” another stated.
“What’s she caterwaulin’ about now,” a filly asked.
“Oh… the new guy is in there,” Betsy explained.
“Is he killin’ her,” the horse asked.
“In a way, I suppose,” Betsy answered dreamily. “I hope he kills me next, by the sound of it.”
The horse was quiet for a moment. “You think her windows open?”
“I hope it is, Alice.” Betsy went towards the gate.
—
 Jacks head was buried in her huge tits while she mounted him and lined up his cock, before she plopped down on his lap. He felt her hot spot throb, her heart race, he grabbed her hips when they moved.
“You love my udders, huh,” she spread her breasts open and asked.
“Hard not to.” He looked up at her.
Her hips still stirred his cock in her.
“You work up a thirst, yet, honey?”
“A mighty one.”
Jack held up a breast, sucked a nipple in his mouth and drank. Victoria mewled and moved her hips quicker. Her warm milk flowed easy, the experience was new for both of them. She felt the milk move through her breast, the feeling of his soft lips and cock rubbed her walls, she couldn’t help but blurt out a moo. Jack pressed his face in her breast and held that shelf of an ass.
Victoria started to rock harder and clenched his cock, she gasped, yelped, and mooed. Her milk started to run out, he pulled off with a gasp. Something took over, he held her face and brought her lips to his, he had to do it, she didn’t fight, their lips met and she pushed her tongue in his mouth. ...