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Tired, after a long day of work, stallion farmhand Davis paused alongside the freshly painted picket fence that lined the farm's property, breathing in deeply while his heart settled after hours working beneath the mid-afternoon's heat. Dust coated his black fur, dulling its usual shine while his silver-tinted mane maintained its faint gleam beneath the sun's rays. All around, other workers trotted towards benches with water bottles and paper bags of snacks from home, sandwiches and apples, but Davis lingered against the fence, staring out over the green pasture of the property and eyeing the cherry-colored barn with its bleached white trim. The surrounding building as well were fresh painted, upgraded after a boom the last season. Organic products were selling again and the farm prospered with the changes, though the workload had increased exponentially with new money to replace all the worn out pieces across the property. Weeks of reinstalling well pumps, re-shingling the farmhouse, and repairing the fence had taken a toll on Davis and the other workers. Both hooves ached slightly and tension threaded through the muscles over his shoulder blades and down his back after the long day of reinstalling the repaired, repainted fence posts along the border of the property. Now the five o'clock hour had finally arrived and workers dispersed off the field towards their respectives way to relax.

Hoping to relaxation in the barn, Davis lifted each heavy, tired hoof and plodded towards the red building, thick tail flicking behind.

"You don't know what you're doing, it clips this way!" A female's voice rang out through the open air of the high-ceiled barn before Davis moved close enough to see the cow bending over a curved shape, elevated off the ground sturdy wood. She wore a short pair of jeans that were ripped off high on her thighs, showing off the collection of black speckles over her white fur. Her white stomach remained visible as well beneath a pale green, plaid shirt tied in a knot at her belly button, beneath the breasts that swayed freely beneath her shirt while she fiddled with the clasp, bent at the waist with her thin tail flicking behind as though the black tuft of fur at the end was helping to balance her. Her fingers fiddled with a clinch to a fleece covering and she snapped at another equine, Roy.

"If you'd just let go and let me do it I am capable of attaching a blanket!" The lanky stallion flicked the drooping, white tuft of hair off his forehead before his long, black and brown spotted muzzle extended closer to the clamp. While he concentrated, his stringy tail twitched with growing irritation at the bossy bovine who stood on the other side of the curved piece of furniture, fiddling with the same buckle.

"What'cha got there, Roy?" Davis questioned while he stepped into the barn's main room, lined on one wall with various milking machines for the bovine members. When he stepped in, the female's head popped up slightly; slender curved ears jerking up against the petite curled horns on her head, buried in silken black curls.

"Why hello to you too, Davis." One hand slide onto her waist to rest on the bone of her hip, cocked towards the right.

The motion drew the stallion's focus to her curvaceous form to admire the supple frame of the cow and the dip where her bare stomach, flat beneath the curved orbs of her breasts, led towards the upper hem of her shorts that sat low on her hips across the dip that lead to her crotch beneath the denim. When he realized a short beat had passed while he studied the intriguing shape of her waist, he met her eyes- an inviting cocoa- and nodded a polite greeting. "Tara"

In return, Tara drew her eyes purposefully over the equine's frame, staring at the hard definition of his chest, bare after the heat of the sun, where strong muscles rippled in a pack of hard abdominals, a row of the compact squares leading down the sharp dip of his crotch, a gap between where his jeans hlung low on his hips and where his body began beneath them enough to show a dark glimpse of shadows from within the pants. Beneath her gaze, the stallion lifted one eyebrow in silent questioning while either thumb tucked into his belt loops, letting her have her fill though before the two inspected each other further, the successful click of the clasp snapping shut broke their gaze.

"In answer to your question. We are just finishing installing the new breeding mounts, sturdy..." A broad hand, decorated by an assortment of black and brown splatters, slapped onto the now padded top of the curved, hard plastic and wobbled atop it, demonstrating the lack of movement and give of the piece of equipment. "...and highly evolved in the, vagina department.." The hand glided over the fleece covering till it dropped to the side and led Davis's curious eyes to the opening there, dipped inwards with a bag-like thing within. "Supposedly it feels just like the real thing if you use a little warming lube to heat it up for ya. It's a great investment for the farm, I mean- what better way to relax than with a woman that doesn't bitch at your for an hour over who can clasp a little cinch on an attachable blanket?" Roy's head swiveled to face the bovine, whose lips had curled into an amused smirk towards the mottled horse.

"You know, you're right. It's a good thing its not a real bitchin' woman you'd be fuckin' since you're so damn excited for the thing you wouldn't last longer enough to do any good! Even with a horse cock!" She chuckled at her own tease and the coal- colored stallion joined, her high pitched giggle mixing in with the deeper gortle of the steed.

Roy's head tipped back when he released a sarcastic whinny of false amusement, "Well excuse me while I laugh at that funny, little joke, ya milk jug. I could stand up to any stud here!" Roy's head flicked gently, sending his polished mane in a gentle flutter off his shoulder.

Amusement glowed from the bovine's chocolatey eyes and she laughed again, chest bouncing with the chuckling. "Could you stand up to Davis here? He's the bronco of the farm, ain't ya, Davey?" Her eyes fluttered up towards him, heavy lidded and popping out of the dark patches of black fur that surrounded each. Flattered, the horse felt his cheeks flush but beneath his dark fur, the color was masked.

"Of course I could! In fact let's test it! Here! Now! Let's fuck these mounts! Test 'em out!" Roy's hooved fingers fluttered in front of his face, eager to present his idea to the pair in front of him. Both pale, tan eyes wide and bright with her explanation. "We'll start at the same time and whoever cums first loses." A lewd smirk glided onto his muzzle, blunt teeth showing slightly at the end of the grin. "The winner gets to finish off with the smart-ass bovine, Tara."

A flush of indignation colored the girl's snow-white cheeks but her hands flew above her head with a boisterous laugh, "I'm up for seeing you two stud some dummies. Whaddya say, Davey boy?"

Davis glanced at Roy's face, lit up with lewd excitement to try out the new equipment, and then Tara's, a flirtatious smile curling her lips while her hands rested atop her breasts as though they were a tabletop. Her eyes lashes fluttered slightly when she caught him looking and her bottom lip pushed out into a pout. "Pretty please, Davis? I wanna see how much of a stud ya are."

With a small shrug, rolling his tense shoulders, Davis figured that the experience would be interesting and release would allow him to relax after the hard day. "Sure, I'm in."

At his confirmation, Tara hooked a thumb into the pocket of his jeans, guiding him with gently tugging to follow her as she moved to stand in front of Roy; a short push moved Davis to stand beside the other male, an eyebrow quirked up in question.

Agile fingers moved to the matching buttons of the two equine's jeans, forcing the small metallic circles out from their places before the zzzt of twin zippers filled the room. "Time to ready your engines, boys." Once opened, their jeans are pulled back so the female can fish out their cocks. Davis laid over her right palm while Roy the left. Gentle, but steady fingers coiled around the base, gripping in a familiar way before Tara's hand glided down partway down their limp shafts. As she started, the two males remained silent; Davis stared down at the girl's black-and-white peppered fingers over the black skin of the lower half of his cock, teasing it to half-mast while Roy's eyes danced from his mottled pink, black, and white penis to Tara's eyes, heavy lidded and watching both male's faces while she masturbated them.

Like velvet her grip slipped over their sensitive skin smoothly, the plush fur that coated her hands acting like a lubricant that allowed her to glide smoothly over each inch while the two lengths she held hardened against her palms. At half mast, Tara gave a soft coo at the eye-candy of the two oversized shafts, heavy balls visible just within their jeans. When she had the hard thickness of the entire lower half to steady her pumping hand, the handjob moved smoother- the varying pressure of her constricting hand speeding up as she stroked over each inch, gliding her fingers past the dip just enough that each cock would start to droop off her fingers, ready to drop from her grasp before she pumped her hands fluidly back up each inch to the base, squeezing lightly at the end like a tightening tunnel.

Faintly, as her fingertips grazed his flared head, cock starting to stand up, protruding out from his groin with its eagerness, Roy gave a low grunt of pleasure and bucked towards her hand, the last several inches of his impressive length. Beside him, Davis thrust his length toward Tara's tight grip, pumping the flaring head against her palm while she expanded her grip around his thickening girth, his size around nearly double that of the longer penis beside him.

"Mmm...almost there, boys.." Tara crooned, eyes flicking to each in turn to watch as their eyes lost the sharp focus from when they started the experience, hazy as arousal started to grip them and heat crawled up from their base, spreading through each inch while the girl toyed with them.

"I do have one more thing for you..." Smooth as honey, her voice eased into their ears, barely even demanding to be received by the dazed, horny males while she released each shaft in turn, letting them bob, three-fourth stiff against the balls stomach and drooping over closer to the tip. From the back pocket of her jeans, Tara produced a thin packet, bulging at the middle with the substance inside the sealed baggie.

"This is just what you need before you try out those new mounts.." She mused, smiling absently while she dispersed the gel over her fingers and into her palm, what was originally cool to the touch starting to heat up when her touch returned to the flesh of the stallion's cocks. From the black base of Davis's shaft she spread the lubricant upwards till the black faded into a fleshy pink broke by a continuing black patch that crawled to half of the broad tip. For Roy, she curled her hand around the middle section of his shaft first, pumping it rapidly over the base before easing the rest of the the lube up towards the tip, fingers gliding over an assortment of black and white spots over the base of pink that made up his comparatively slender dick.

The added wetness, accompanied by the heat of both the lube and of the moving hand and the tightness of her grip, recreated the sensation of an eager, slick and constricting female tunnel and connection that shortened Roy's breath, air rushing out from his nostrils to send the drooped piece of white mane that strayed over the top of his long muzzle fluttering off to the side, bunching into a curve of hair around his ear. The sudden edition of warm ooze of the lube now coating his skin, allowing Tara's hand to grip tight and pump over his in a fluid, constricting motion Davis too grunted out his pleasure while the last inches of his cock grew, standing out from his crotch.

"Look at those ready machines.." Tara's eyes glittered like those of a kitten placed by a bowl of cream, ready to be lapped up. Lust, like a color, gleamed in the brown of her eyes, swirling into them while her playful seduction resurfaced with a small bend of her spine, giving the male's a sudden peek down the part of her flannel shirt. Within the part of the checkered fabric, the two edges of either side of the button-op flopped open to show the the deep line of her cleavage, where the white-furred curves of her breasts came together. Roy took in the sight hungerly, staring down at the upper mound of her bosom while Davis took the view in less obviously, though his tongue swept over her bottom lips, wetting the skin where his gentle pants had dried it.

"Come one, ya stallions. To the starting line.." Tara's soft fingers held their lengths near the upper half, tugging just enough that they shuffled forward at her guidance, the first droplet of pre- cum forming a bead of translucent fluid on the tip of Roy's jutting shaft before the tip kissed to the opening of the breeding mount, carefully guided to its mark by the bovine's hands. Once both male rested the heads of the cocks against the opening of the snug masturbator the girl slipped out from behind the mounts and sashayed her way

to the front, curvy hips swaying in an idle circle while she walked, tail following the motion in a one woman danced. Watching the tantalizing display of hips and ass, both males stiffened further while Roy lost his droplet of pre into the snug fitting of the mount's hole.

Standing between the two mounts in front of both male's, Tara's hands fidgeted with the knot of her shirt where the two corners of it had been tied together to shortened it up beneath her breasts in the heat of the farmland. "On your marks..." Her legs shuffled out into a wide stance, groin jutted gently outwards while she peeled apart the tie of her shirt, though keeping it closed over her chest. "Get set...." Her eyes glittered with the light of mischief, dark curls framing her face while the black splotches over her eye focused attention into the chocolatine pupils. The small horns on the top of her head peeked shyly out from the tousled mess of hair before her lips curled and her pink tongue peeked out from her black speckled muzzle, a dash of colorful, rosy pink of the darker coloring of her face. "Go!" Both hands swept backwards, still holding the undone corners of the shirt to peel it off from her bra-less chest, allowing each orb to come into the bare light of the room. Her nipples stiffened instantly within the installation of the flannel shirt, the bright pink of the small nubs practically fluorescent on the contrast of her white breasts. The sudden sight of them, nude and jiggling after the force of being released to the whims of her body's motion left the male's frozen in arousal hazed stupidity till her green shirt fluttered above her head in a circle, motion and color jerking their focus off the jostling tits of her front. The shirt acted as a flag, signaling the start of the race, a test of endurance.

"Go, stallions, go!" She kicked her hooves back, like a true cheerleader- making both her nude breasts bob with the motion, movement rippling over the surface of each teat. At the command, Davis thrust forward and forced the broad, flared tip of his cock into the tight space. The material of the masturbator clung tight, meant to feel realistic, yet be tight enough to milk out as much semen as possible for collection. At the sudden clamp of the equipment, the steed couldn't hold back a soft groan of pleasure as the first few inches of his length was welcomed into the snug fitting mount.

At the sound of the other male's pleasure, Roy quickly bucked forward without the steady patience of David, who fed inch by inch of his cock into the tight-fitting masturbator. The first six inches sunk in quickly, thin enough to push swiftly through the tight, rippling "walls" of the mount before he was suddenly forced to stop, a moan burst from his throat at the sudden tightness that gripped him from all sides, unlike Tara's warm hands the mount's insides clenched on all sides at all times and the tingly warmth of the lubricant only furthered the tease.

At the sight of the smaller steed, head leaning back while he moaned into the air, Tara couldn't help but lean towards him, pushing her breasts together in a thick line of cleavage, nipples poking out from between her fingers- large and succulent like raspberries spilling from her fingers. "Someone's pretty excited...Roy..are you already so horny for me? Does that feel nice? The tightness? The wetness? You just excite me so much...You make me *so* wet!" Her voice dropped into a well-practiced, arousal-laced raspy croon. The sound was like honey spiked with rum, sickly sweet but with a kick. Roy felt a shudder traveled from the tip of his spine down, like electricity to the tip of his cock that flared to spit out a glob of pre-cum into the tight passage of the mount.

Beside him, Davis's lips curled into a pleased smirk while he steadily fed himself into the machine, feeling the artificial walls rippling over inch after inch of his sensitive flesh, sucking him in like eager lips while his hips slowly neared the mount. Both hands, with hoofed fingers curled inwards in a light grip, held onto the sides of the mount like a true female bent over in the doggystyle position. While he peered down at his own length, watching each length disappear into the tight hold of the mount, huffing faintly to himself and causing his glimmery main to flutter and then settled and then repeat with each breath, Tara focused her teasing attention on Roy.

Both her hands curled up into the flesh of her breasts, massaging with the eagerness of a mare in heat, begging for some sort of release while her voice did the same. "Oh Roy..F-faster! G-give me more!" The hands on her breasts tightened, clutching as though she was overwhelmed by her arousal, her want, her lust for the stallion though the smirk she flashed towards the black stallion suggested otherwise. The cow shifted closer, leaning on the opposite side of the mount, resting her bosom up onto the hard plastic covered with inviting fleece with her hands still cupped around them, massaging while two fingers tweaked a nipple, working it to a higher stiffness while she whimpered with delight, braying out a soft moo as she looked up to the white, speckled steed. In response, Roy's hips bucked forward, trying to speed up to bring pleasure to the phantom teaser whose words were effecting him, tricking his mind into flooding more excitement, more need into his pulsing cock, making his desire to pound into the mount all the more. A guttural groan slipped out while he forward another several inches in the tight passage, feeling the walls clutch for him, despite the lube , due the the sheer tightness of its vice-like grip, begging him to give up his seed.

As if on cue, Tara let out another bray, "Ohh..Roy..please, fill me up..Give me your foal. Make me your mare..I wanna be your mare." Her fingers kneaded over her breasts harder, clutching at them like was was unable to resist her desire, one hand darted down from her breast, gliding over her taut stomach to the front of her denim shorts, grinding into her clothed sex to release a burst of her incited scent, rich with pheromones that begged for the male to breed her, to release his seed and pump her full.

Even without her full attention, Davis leaked out a muffled whiney from the scent that thickened in the air when the girl teased herself. Against the mount, half buried into the skintight grip of the "vagina" Roy panted, gushing out waves of air from his flared nostrils, both of which twitched with the introduction of the female's intoxicating scent. His tip throbbed again and spat out a splotch of pre, smoothly his next few inches into the mount further with the additional lubrication. The lock of hair that laid over one eye was damp with gathering sweat from his building arousal, pent up with her teasing. Seeing him, teetering on the edge of control the girl shifted off his mount, flicking her tail against it teasingly with one last whimper of overdramatized pleasure before she draped herself over Davis's mount, nude breasts laid over the fleece cover. Her nipples glowed a flushed pink over her smooth, white fur. "Mmm..hey big boy.." She crooned, her voice instantly making the steed shiver slightly when added to her seductive pose.

Seeing the shiver, the girl leaned closer and gave a quivering breath while her fingers ground into her clitoris through the denim of her shorts, making her whine again, lips pouted towards the stallion. "Mmm..I saw your shiver..Is someone excited? Do I excite you, Davis? Hmm?" Her eyes drooped innocently down, hiding behind the veil of her eyelashes while her free hand curled beneath her breasts to heave them upwards into his view further while the male bucked gently to the mount, panting through his nostrils, flaring in and out, in and out to pull in her scent, heavy in the air now. The fingers at his crotch ground harder against the denim, forcing the bulge of the seam to grind backwards against her swollen clitoris beneath the ensnaring fabric that trapped her hands out. "I know you want to cum, Davis. Cum for me...Cum on me..in me..fill me..up.." Her voice lowered into an intimate, rumbling tone that vibrated in her throat while her lips gave a gentle pout and her eyes flick between the two males.

Roy leaned over top of the mount and clutched to it while he panted heavily through parted lips, sending his drooping mane waving against his forehead, up with each exhale and down when he sucked the air back in. Davis still stood mostly straight, but the grip he held on the sides of the fleece-covered mount tightened while pre began to drip from his tip, smoothing his steady thrusts further and filling the tunnel with further wetness to tease his throbbing length, inching towards an inevitable orgasm.

Before the bovine could shift her attention once again, the side door to the barn gave a warning creak before a second cow slipped in. Unlike Tara's curvaceous body, the second cow hips held a subtle curve and toned muscles from work on the farm show beneath a simple skirt beneath a matching blouse. Also in contrast to the classic cow's patterning, the visitor was a soft tan shade, with rusty-red ringlets piled on her head in a pair of chopsticks to hold the locks out of her eyes while she relaxed after a day working. While she made her way to the milking machine across from the competing males, the tight shape of her hind end showed plainly with the gently twitching of her thin tail, completed with a rusted fluff of hair at the tip.

Without noticing the frozen-silent stallions, the Charolais made her way to the machine, flicking it to start up while she absently slipped her pale yellow blouse down off her shoulders, slowly exposing the lightening of her fur to a nearly white chest with the small, pink nubs of her nipples glowing out of the contrast. Carefully, but with practiced familiarity, the female settled back against the padded bench and situated the cups over her bare breasts while Tara caught the ogling stares of the two horses, intrigued by a fresh half- nude female to fantasize about as they bucked into the mounts. The other cow, Blanca, turned the machine on and a pressure began to pull the milk from her teats; the machine alternated steadily between easing the milk out from her and massaging over the breast, stabilizing her blood flow through the breast while gently teasing the sensitive flesh. While Blanca relaxed with the mechanical massage, a smirk slowly stretched across her lips, showing a glimpse of her white teeth before she slipped off Davis's mount and made her way to the adjacent milking machine to the only other cow.

Easing onto the bench, the topless bovine went through the motions of the attaching the cups to each teat in turn and while the vacuum began to empty her breast, Tara's fingers dipped back down over the denim crotch of her pants, this time flicking the button out of place and parting the fabric out of the way. When the barrier hiding her groin from the open air of the barn weakened the scent of her arousal doubled and stuffed the male's nostrils with the intoxicating mixture of her pheromones. Roy's breathing rasped while he clutched harder to the mount, hunched over it with desperate whinny. Davis's voice stayed low, but a faint shadow of a moan escaped. With a wet squelch, her fingers dipped past her velvety lower lips and sunk into the moisy opening of her snatch. The lewd sound echoed faintly and grabbed the attention of the bovine beside her; a faint gasp alerted Tara to her one-woman audience.

"W-what are you doing, Tara?" Wide, creamy golden eyes tilted to the other cow with surprise holding them open.

Tara's mouth dropped into an O of innocent surprise. "You haven't ever tried it? Combined with the milker it's some of the best orgasms I've ever had." Her voice oozed out in a breathy tone, a girl sharing a secret insight. Blanca's ears perked up at the confession.

"Really?" The french bovine hesitated slightly, though the massage cycle of the machine started to feel like a masturbator working over the sensitive flesh of her breast while the vacuum pump teased her nipple already hard in the teat cup.

A white hand, splotched with black on the palm, eased onto Blanca's thigh, shifting over her skirt till she danced at the hem of it just above her knee. While her hand waited at the doorway to the skirt, idly rubbing a thumb in a circle along the curve of the girl's leg Tara leaned in a bit, intimately sharing what she'd already experienced. "Would you like to give it a try? I'll help you..."

Across the barn, opposite the two girls and their machines, the stallions bucked almost furiously into the mounts now, as though the live porn flick in front of them would soon buffer and disrupt their masturbation. A mixture of low grunts and rasping breath left both while they thrusted into the slick, pre-leaking tunnel; Roy's shorter and harder into the false vagina while Davis still preferred the slow draw all the way out till only his tip was clenched inside before he drove inch and inch back into the thing.

"Oh..Oh I don't know..." Blanca's tan fur on her cheeks colored in a shy blush, but her ears remained tipped forward- curious and attentive to what Tara would say next.

"Don't be like that, Blanc! It'll be fun, besides..." Her free hand flicked towards the two mounts to the sight of the two steeds, sweat beading on their prows and manes dancing off their foreheads with their panting. "....the boys need the show. It's a contest, whoever cums first loses..."

Blanca's blushed to know the lesbianic flirting was being watched, though a tingle of excitement shot through her at the chance to tease the thinner equine, Roy who'd she seen working the fields before beside her, but always just too far away to sidle up to and start a conversation. A small, mischievous smile curved her lips upwards before she nodded. "Well for the boys...."

Tara broke into a broad grin and her hand resumed its journey, dragging the white fabric of Blanca's skirt with her as she made her way up the velour, trimmed fur of the other female's thigh till she grazed a pair of silky panties over the bovine's mound, now heated with the excitement of Tara's wandering touch. "Someone's a bit excited by this, aren't they?" Tara asked, ensuring that the two-membered audience across the barn could hear her even with her lowered, seductive voice. "You like the idea of another girl touching you, dont'cha, Blanca?" Tara's soft-furred fingers crawled up higher, grazing the edge of the satin lingerie the girl wore, tucking into the edge to draw a finger over the curvature of her lower lips, eliciting a faint whimper from the other female.

Tara licked over her lips, a gleam of delight showing in her eyes as she peeled the edge of the fabric downwards till the white silk appeared in a rolled tangle on Blanca's thighs, exposing the tan cow's folds to the open air of the room. The cool air of the room brushed to her heated sex, the contrast in temperatures like a kiss from the air on the gently throbbing flesh. With a short glance towards Roy and Davis, Tara pushed her fingers into the heated depths of the other female, a pair of her slender digits side by side stretching the girl's tight snatch while a full-bodied moan left the smaller bovine; the combination of the massaging milking machine and the warm fingers filling her enough to make Blanca tremble on the bench. For the males watching, Blanca's shiver disrupted the fabric of her skirt and made it fall to the side to show the sight of Tara's fingers stuffed inside the other female, the glistening of the girl's liquid arousal on her puffy, spread lips, and the swollen, pink clit that peeked out.

Roy gave a groan at the sight while both hands gripped the fleece covering of the mount tighter, knuckles paling beneath his fur while he slammed into the masturbator eagerly, urged on by the live pornography on show for them. Davis whinnied in encouragement, flashing the blushing bovine a smirk while he rolled his hips into the mount, pressing his entire length its the body of the equipment.

At the sight of the audience, Blanca felt another zap of excitement shoot up her spine before her hand moved to Tara's naked chest, massage the girl's tit where it wasn't covered by the teat cup. At the sudden, unexpected touch Tara released a faint moan and dipped her head towards the other girl, licking over the curvature of her shoulder. "Mmm..That's how you do it.."

Fluidly, Tara drew her fingers back out from the girl's snatch before pumping them into her once again, finding a steady rhythm as she began to finger-fuck the other cow, wet slurps of the girl's walls trying to pull the fingers in filling the air while a bray of pleasure left the Charolais. Lewd sounds leaked into the air among the steady hum and whir of the milking machines, massaging and easing the milk out from both of the bovines, a steady trickle of the warm, white fluid filling the tubes while another fluid leaked out from Blanca's eager sex while Tara sped up again, pounding two, then three fingers into her, grinding them to the freshy patch of her g-spot to make the cow bray with pleasured surprise each time.

In retaliation, Blanca's petite hand shot down to Tara's crotch where the denim jeans had been parted open from her masturbation earlier and delved her fingers into the girl's panties, finding the swollen flesh of her clitoris with her thumb. Slowly, at first, she circled over the bundle of nerves solidified into one bead, though when Tara's fingers pounded harder into her with a lewd schlick each time and the steady slapping of the butt of her hand hitting to Blanca's butt she sped up, teasing out a shriek from the barn's resident tease. "This? Like this, Tara?" She teased, smirking over at the other female before a thumb moved over her own clit and ground into it almost roughly, eliciting a fresh gasp.

With a moan rolling from her lips, Blanca pulled the other girl into a heated kiss, their bodies tipped together despite the machinery pumping their breasts dry, massaging their tits steadily while they fingered one another in horny unison.

Across the barn, the two males clung to the edge of orgasm. Both of Roy's knees wobbled slightly at the end of each overzealous slam into the mount, slightly rocking it forward on its frame while a copious stream of pre leaked from his flared tip, buried deep within the tight constriction of the masturbator where it stayed buried from the male's short, shallow thrusting. Contrary to the smaller steed, Davis held his long, drawn out thrusts though his speed had quickened so barely a second passed with the tip resting on the very inside of the hole before he fed each inch back into the welcoming hole, feeling it stretch to accompany him once again, regripping around inch, after inch of his cock until the base settled against the mount and he drew back with a low, powerful grunt. All four eyes were locked to the scene of the two girls, experimenting lesbians in action while both had a hand to the others crotch, thumbs flicking over a torture clit and fingers pounding into an eager, leaking snatch that steadily poured out their thick scent into the air, urging the two males on harder, driving them towards orgasm with a cattle prod of seduction.

The noises didn't make the challenge any easier.

What had started with Tara's teasing voice and gaspy, surprised pleasure from Blanca had transformed into a mixture, a harmony of moans, squeaks when a sensitive jolt shot up from a clitoris, or a grunt when fingers seemed to bottom out within their tight passages. Tra and Blanca both teased each other, each of Tara's remakes only returned by the feisty Charolais. Accompanying their voices, their fingering filled the air with the loud, lewd squelches of their finger-fucking, wet slurps following each thrust in while the slap of a palm followed after, then a moan intermixed as fingers stretched the needy hole, and repeat.

"Faster, Tra! Faster!" Blanca shrieked suddenly, thrusting her hips towards the girl's hand while her own free hand grasped the girl's tit, clutching to it with a fresh bray of pleasure. Around Tra's fingers buried within the girl, her tunnel spasmed madly, constricting to the pressure of a vice around the trio of digits.

"Oh god! Tara!" Blanca's thumb pushed harder to the speckled cows clit, suddenly setting off her own pleasure while her tunnel squirted out a burst of her aromatic female cum. The sight of the girl, spurting with her orgasm, sent Blanca over the edge with a fresh neigh into the air, head thrown back and hips trembling. Tara in turn panted through her orgasm, a flood of liquid following her pussy's original spit of female jizz. Her breasts, still within the tea cups though her milk had began to only drip, gave a throb before buzzing with a dull ache and she pulled them off with her dripping wet fingers. Noticing their wetness when they dribbled onto her fur, Tara smirked and pushed them to Blanca's lips, where they were welcomed into the cow's lips with a noisy suckle.

The sight of it, both girls soaked with their orgasms. The smell of it, thick in the air like a poison to the male brain. The noise of it, their pleasured moans still echoing while Blanca noisily enacted a blowjob on Tara's soaked fingers. It was too much.

From the mount across the barn, a ear-shattering whinny erupted from the white, black and white speckled stallion. His hips slammed into the mount, flush to the plastic and leaning heavily over it while his knees seized and threatened to give out. Roy's voice echoed in the open air of the barn, bringing his own eruption of pleasure back to him while his tail lifted up and twitched madly while his balls finally began to empty with a spasm of his cock within the mount. His tip flared up with the first stream, thick white semen painting the insides of the mount and moving into the collection area meant to be used for breeding later on. The second stream quickly followed, a third, a fourth. Roy lost count of the hard jerks of his cock through the powerful orgasm, though halfway through his eyes drooped and he relaxed slightly, bent over the mount and clutching to it while his body emptied of cum and energy simultaneously.

From her place on the bench beside Blanca, Tara stirred at Roy's orgasm, sliding off away from the other girl while she idly drew her hands over her chest and a smirked formed on her lips. "Well...well..well.." She started, circling around the mount till she stood beside Roy, patting at his back gently, "...Lookit who lost!"

A giggle escaped, making both breasts bounce for the still,thrusting stallion who'd perked up when she approached. "You know what that means, Tara." A grin formed on Davis's lips while he began to ease his cock out from the mount's inner fleshlight, inch after inch appearing, gleaming with the pre-cum smeared all along his length.

Before his tip emerged though a hand pushed to his back. "Now just wait a minute there, bucko." Tara's voice tickled his ear, making it flick against his head while his arousal-addled brain twitched with confusion. For a moment he froze before glancing over a shoulder to see why she had stopped him. The sight behind him only froze him further.

Rather than starting to undress and laying herself over one of the barn's many barrels to present her supple ass to him, ready to allow him to finish with her Tara was pulled out a curved dildo, a small button on the end making it buzz slightly, the noise making his ears jump again atop his head like leaves scuttling about in a breeze.

"Do you know what this is, Davis?" Tara's eyes tipped up towards him while her hands glided along the toy, rubbing the remains of the warming lube over the length of it while she approached him from behind making his tail twitch with uncertainty. When he didn't respond, she continued. "It's a special kind of dildo, it's curved.." Her fingers danced along the curve, watching his eyes follow the movement. "..its curved like that so it will push against your prostate and buzz right up there...a naughty little massage.."

Baffled, Davis didn't speak as she approached with the strangely shaped toy, though when he felt his jeans being shoved towards the floor his tail twitched and smacked against the girl's thigh. "H-hey now! That's not what we agreed to!" Tara only giggled in response though, realizing that the horse hadn't truly said no to her. Carefully, she guided the tip of the toy between his taut, black-furred buttocks- both chocolatey eyes watchings as the blue tip of the toy eased out of sight, seemingly disappearing into the midnight of the male's rump till the lubricated tip smeared over his puckered tailhole and Davis flinched slightly, whinnying distrustfully.

Tara didn't give him a moment to complain however before she began to push the tip into his ass, forcing the ring of muscle to yawn open around the head of the toy, stretching open the unused hole while Davis hunched over the mount with a faint groan, though he didn't voice a single complaint. Steadily, the cow fed the first few inches of the toy into the stallion's tight ass till his tailhole squeezed around the start of the curved portion. "Now you're going to start to feel it.." She crooned, pressing herself behind the male, breathing onto his neck while she pushed up the last section and drove the vibrating head into his prostate.

A moan erupted out from the horse, a deep sound that burst out from low in his throat and echoed in the open air when the prostate massager pushed to the sensitive spot. From his flared tip backwards to where the ribbed, vibrating tip massaged over the sensitive spot a jolt of pleasure shot along the horse's shaft and another whiny escaped while his nostrils flared out, breathing in the intoxicating scent of the male before his tip pulled back within the mount still and his length jerked. A guttural cry of pleasure left the stallion as the pressure became to great and his balls, tight ot his body, began to empty into the mount's collection system. Stream after stream of cum shot out from his tip while the burning pleasure of the massage of the toy filled his mind along with Tara's croons of encouragement at his ear. One of her supple hands on his buttocks massaged over a cheek while she ground the massager into the sensitive prostate, only elongating the hard orgasm from the quivering steed. When the orgasm began to fade, Davis leaned over the mount, steadying himself on the sturdy device while Tara slowly withdrew the toy, leaving his tailhole yawning open and a feeling of emptiness for the equine.

Soft pants filled the air of the barn. Faint and content, Blanca's breathing wafted upwards from the bench at the milking machine where the last few bits of her milk were eased out from her tingling breasts and her skirt still laid draped up to show her puffy lips, soaked after orgasm. Harder and hoarse with exhaustion, Roy panted against the fabric of the mount's covering while his head laid against it with a blush covering his cheeks from losing the competition and from the heat of his pleasant, built-up orgasm. Fresh from his own release, Davis's rasp was harsh and cutting while it leaked out from his lips, though both eyes had sunk shut even while he struggled to catch his breath, wanting sleep after a long day. Barely audible, Tara's breathing was steady, but here eyes were wide and filled with a glowing pride from the scene of the barn. Her ears were twitched upwards, memorizing the sound of the tired mammals.

Suddenly, another sound interrupted the chorus of breath- a creak from the door of the barn as a petite canary peeked into the room, his brightly colored feathers looking out of place against the monochromatic decoration of the common farm. With a small chuckle, Tara recognized him as a visiting city slicker. His face was one of shock: eyes and mouth wide open while he took in the sight. On the milking machine, Blanca's skirt remained upwards and a trickle of her own orgasm still leaked out from her and what was already there remained on the bench in a puddle that gleamed beneath the light of the barn. Clumsily removed, the teat cups hovered near her breast and her pert, rosy nipples leaked droplets of remaining milk onto her tan fur. On the mounts, Roy and Davis both lay slumped over the top of them. Roy's eyes were open but he only stared towards the ground while Davis looked as though he'd fallen asleep buried in the mount. From the black stallion's rump the leftover lube had smeared over his fur and left it matted and shiny to the visiting spectator. As for the classic cow herself, Tara stood nearly naked in the middle of the room, topless with her large bosom jutted outwards as she stood, legs spread and hands on hips. Her jeans were still open, showing her panties beneath while the crotch of the denim was soaked through from her orgasm, leaving a large splotch of wetness between her thighs and up towards the bottom of the open zipper.

With obvious confusion intermixing with growing concern, the bird stumbled into the barn, showing the small "visitors" pin he wore from a education group that was stopping by the farm to learn how milking machines worked. Squeaking, his voice raised in a question. "W-what is going on here?"

Tara smirked, pondering briefly the negative impact this scene may have on the growing teenager's mental development, but nonetheless she just shrugged and replied, "Oh nothing, just another day on the farm..."