#bulls

Inheriting a farm from your grandfather, wasn't what you had planned for life. But arriving and seeing the four bull hybrids lazying on the porch. Each built like gods in their own way. Looked like retired rodeo bulls with all the scars they had.

The first you met was Price, the head bull. He was much older than you and those horns on his head. Then met Simon. He was a quiet bull. Then the loud and lovable Johnny. And finally the pretty boy, Kyle.

And after a few months you got comfortable living with the four bulls. They helped you adjust to the farm life, helped keep the farm kept up. At least until breeding season started approaching.

Spring was rolling in, and you could tell something was in the air. The bulls started getting aggressive with one another. Fighting and arguing.

This morning you woke to a fight between Price and Simon downstairs. You didn't think twice of it when you walked down the stairs in the faded cotton nightgown.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Your sleepy voice snapped from the stairs.

The two bulls turned to look at you, the nightgown doing little to hide your nipples that poked through, or the shape of those plump hips. And both Price and Simon could feel themselves harden from the sight alone. Their pretty little farmer.

Soap and Gaz walked in to find you stuck between Price and Simon. Mewling and moaning, a nipple in Price's mouth, you hands on his horns as he fucked his cock into your creamed pussy, and Simon plowing your ass.