Prying eyes

Life on a farm had its downsides, living in the middle of absolutely nowhere was certainly one, having to travel for more than an hour whenever you want to hang out with your friends is a real pain in the ass. Another one was the hard labour, everyone in the family is expected to pitch in on the chores around the farm. Max had learned the subtle art of bullshitting fairly quickly though, the 11-year old dragon knowing the perfect ways to reduce the workload on him. Currently, he was supposed to be circling the outskirts of the farm, checking the fencing for any possible damages. Instead he was laying down in a fresh pile of hay in the cattle barn, enjoying the slightly rough scratching against his pale-blue scaly arms. Over his t-shirt he had overalls, the white colouring on his belly just peeking through on his neck from under the outfit. If anyone were to come looking for him here, or notice that he wasn't circling the farm, he'd have the excuse that he was looking for some more nails, what with the storage shed being just through the door next to the pile of hay. The feed room was separated from the room where the cows were kept by a wall, with a wide opening in the middle. That'd let him have some warning in case anyone decided to walk in. Happy with taking a few moments out of the busy, sweltering summer day in shade, Max mindlessly browsed around on his phone, his tail lazily sweeping the floor as he relaxed. 

A few minutes later, his breaktime was suddenly interrupted, a door to the barn creaking open and clacking shut moments later, a heavy pair of footsteps thudding across the floor. Max scrambled up, not wanting to make it obvious he was lazying around while he was supposed to be working. He brushed off a few bits of the hay clinging to his overalls, trying to look like he was just in the middle of walking out. But then the footsteps stopped, somewhere in the middle of the cattle bays. The teen thought he might've gotten lucky, maybe whoever this was wasn't here to look for him, in which case he could just hide until the intruder has left, and then resume his relaxation. He sidled up to the wall, slowly creeping up to the corner where it would open up to the next room, crouching down and peeking his eyes around the corner. He saw the figure of his father, Riley, the man nearly 40 years of age. His scales were a navy blue, his belly cream coloured, the tip of that peeking out from under his overalls similarly to Max. The man was generally quite gruff: not mean, but he didn't always have a great sense of humour and preferred to just get the job done rather than messing about. His face was pretty much always the same stoic sort, the large dragon not phased by much. But to Max's surprise, his father had a slightly different look this time around, the man peering all around the room, almost looking nervous. Max just about rubbed his hands together and licked his lips, what was the old man up to? He always walked the straight path, but surely he was preparing for some sort of hi-jinx? Maybe he had snuck an extra piece of dessert to enjoy on his own, or maybe he was also slacking off from his duties. Ooh, what if he was smoking weed, that'd make for an excellent story for his friends! Max sat and stalked with a grin on his face, ready to pounce on whatever secret his father was up to. But that grin turned to a face of utter surprise and horror seconds later, as Riley stepped up to one of the cow's flank, patting her behind and lifting up her tail, before showing two of his fingers in her. 

This wasn't happening. It absolutely wasn't, there was no conceivable way for this to be possible. Max stared as a pair of his father's fingers disappeared into a cow's pussy, the bovine moo-ing as her tail flicked around. Okay, maybe this was happening, but it's not THAT, right? It's insemination, has to be. Max didn't really know the specifics of how cattle was artificially inseminated, but he'd absorbed enough from some random books and movies to know they usually shoved a hand in there, or something like that, right? But his father didn't seem to have any containers of semen with him, and don't they usually wear like a rubber glo... and Riley's cock is out, yep. There was no denying it, his father was diddling the cows, the pervert's cock flopped out through his overall's fly. One hand wrapped around his length, the other several digits deep in the cow, he huffed with a passion. This was wrong. Extremely, utterly wrong. And Max had a raging hard-on. Every nerve in his body told him to run away, as far as possible, and deny having anything to do with the whole thing. But on the other hand, when a teenager's body says it's time to go, it is very difficult to say no. And the boy's hormones won in the end, him muttering curses under his breath as he zipped down his overalls, pulling his cock out, the straw below him soaking up the copious amounts of precum dripping from his tip. 

Riley knelt down behind the cow he had chosen for his evening stress relief, pulling out the fingers he had sank in her. Dripping with the feral's juices, the digits shined and shimmered in the barn's lighting. He wrapped his long, muscular tongue around the fingers, suckling every last drop of the cow from them. He then moved that hand up to hold the cow's tail out of the way, leaving nothing between his maw and the dripping, winking beast pussy. Leaning in, he sank his muzzle into her, moaning and grunting as his tongue explored the walls and tastes of the cow. His other hand was furiously working on his erection, lubed up by the cow's juices and his own saliva dripping down onto it. The bovine seemingly loved the special attention she was getting, moo-ing and grinding back against the hungry dragon snacking on her slit. Max couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. He'd heard his father and mother going at it a few times in the past, the small amount of living space and the almost non-existent noise insulation made that a guarantee, and he really didn't seem like the sort who'd be nose-deep in feral pussy, more like the sort who'd do the deed missionary and with the lights turned off. This new side of his father was definitely awakening something in the growing lad, his cock hard as a rock, his hand sliding up and down the length of it. 

After eating the cow out for close to five minutes, Riley stood up, his hands shaking and his breathing ragged. His whole muzzle was covered in a thick, slimy coating, his tongue licking up most of it from his lips. There was a rare spark of passion and fire in the man's eyes, him rarely getting this worked up about anything. He lined up his cock with the beast's lips, dragging it up and down, before pushing in with a deep moan. He sank his shaft all the way in, bottoming out in one stroke, holding still for a few moments before starting to thrust in and out in a steady rhythm. The barn was filled with lewd slapping and slurping sounds, Riley panting harder and harder as he rammed the cow, his overalls getting soaked in her juices. He grabbed her back legs, pulling her against him as he pushed in as far as he physically could, grinding his crotch against her, throwing his head back and releasing a long growl. The pent up father unloaded rope after rope of sticky cum in the cow, her pussy flooding with the seed, white drips falling onto the floor below within seconds. He gave her a few short, hard thrusts as he came, grunting with each one, feeling her walls gripping down on him. Halfway through his orgasm, he pulled out, aiming his cock with one hand and shooting the rest of his load onto her behind, ropes of cum decorating her opening and back, staining her brown fur. As the flow of cum finally started slowing down, Riley wiped his cock on her flank, still panting and trying to catch his breath. He looked around as he quickly stuffed his length back into his overalls, zipping them up. He then picked up a handful of loose straw from the floor, roughly wiping up his feral lover's juices from his getup. Finally, he walked around to her front, retrieving a few treats from his pocket and feeding them to her, giving her a few pats and scratches while doing so. And with that, Max's father turned on his heels and marched out, leaving the messy cow behind, the door to the barn opening and slamming shut, a quiet falling over the whole room, broken only by the occasional moo or shuffle from one of the cows. That, and the quiet sound of a teenage dragon boy furiously masturbating. 

Still reeling from the show he was fortunate enough to get front seat tickets to, Max was faced with a choice: he could either wet the straw under him with the load he was building up, or he could take his father's sloppy seconds. His lust-addled mind made the choice extremely simple, as he hobbled up and just about sprinted to the cow his father had buggered, the cum still fresh in and on her. With a nervous and shaky hand, he lined his tip  to the cow's pussy, taking a second to just breathe deep and calm himself. The cow was having none of that however, the impatient bovine suddenly backing up against the teen, his erection disappearing deep in her in an instant. A bolt of lightning shot through Max's whole body, the unexpected entrance combined with his cock being overly sensitive from the constant edging made him just about black out from the sudden stimulation. The hot lips swallowed his whole cock, the wet and velvety soft insides massaging and milking him. This was the boy's first fuck, besides his own left hand of course, though he probably wouldn't be bragging about this one to his mates. His maw gaped open, though he could barely even gasp, the air getting stuck in his throat. The incredible feeling made the poor boy lose his grasp, his cock twitching as the first shot of his cum joined his father's. He flopped down on top of the cow, laying his upper half on her backside, his legs turning into jelly and collapsing. He moaned and groaned, lost in the cow's grip, drooling as his tongue lulled out of his mouth. He shot the biggest load of cum he'd ever achieved in his life up to that point, almost matching his father in volume, even more seed flooding out of the beast's pussy. Several minutes went by as the cow turned tables on the teen, and milked him dry for a change. Finally, he pushed himself off of her back, collapsing onto the ground, crumbling into a heap. His eyes saw stars as he struggled to breathe, taking several more minutes before he could even lift his head. He did his best to stow his cock back into his overalls, crawling to sit against a nearby wall. After some more panting, he stumbled up onto his feet, finding the cow and the ground under her even more messy than how Riley left them, her previously brown backside practically painted white. His overalls were also caked with the cum of both men, as well as her juices. Max did his best to clean them up with straw, mimicking his dad. After that he gave the cow a few pets, apologising for not bringing any treats with him, though she didn't really seem to mind, happy with just being stuffed. He staggered out of the barn, his throat dry as the desert from the exertion. As he grabbed a pail of water from the well, pouring it down his throat, his mind was busy with thinking up excuses and tricks to get him in the barn as often as possible, his cock already hard just thinking about round two.