Page 11 of Rhubarb 2 Go

“I can’t,” he rasped, releasing another loud moo as I wriggled my finger deeper into his ass, hoping I was doing it right.

There was no manual that came on how to do this, was there?Maybe the noise he was making was because I was doing it wrong.

Going to pull my finger out, he groaned, “Don’t stop!Don’t ever stop.Suck my balls again!”

Okay then, not stopping it was.And the ball sucking?I must be rocking it, if he wanted me to carry on.

His ass was dripping, along with his balls, as I dribbled and struggled to cram both in my mouth because I felt challenged, just like when I started pole dancing.His mooing was at an epic level when someone hammered on the door behind me.

“Dear Great Rhu, are you slaughtering a cow in there?”Dom demanded, sounding very unhappy.

“He’s a bull,” I said, or tried to with my mouth full.

“I’m a bull,” Burke shouted at the same time, looking back over his shoulder.Only he didn’t look angry, far from it.His glassy eyes were unfocused, and his skin was pinker than my rhubarb flesh.

“Whatever he is or isn’t, this isn’t the place for doing whatever it is you’re doing in there!”

Like Dom didn’t know exactly what I was doing with my mate.

“Don’t stop,” mewled Burke.“Please.”

I totally blamed the whimpering noise that came next for taking my fingers out of his ass, cracking my jaw to release his balls, and getting up to grab his hips.Sorry Dom!

“You asked for it.”I pushed my stalk right in, not stopping, because if I had, I would have sprayed custard everywhere in my excitement.

He was all hot and slick around my stalk, making my legs resemble a c-r-u-m-b-l-e mix, something I’d never admit aloud.He moaned and his bottom and balls hit my groin.The frantic sound of skin and balls slapping added to the encore of mooing, which made me boil hotter than being threatened with the pan.

I shouted as my balls exploded, custard erupting like a fountain deep into my bull’s ass, and he creamed the seat back he’d been gripping with a final moo that shook the room.

I had no clue if Dom was still outside the door, and I didn’t care.I’d apologize to him later.For now, I collapsed over Burke’s back and bit his neck, my stalk giving him one more good measure of custard.

I wonder if he’ll lick me clean again?

I jerked upward and a second later grinned at my shuddering mate, who had rested his head on his arms.“I’m more than happy to lick you clean.Where do you want me to start?Front or back?”

Chapter Eight

Burke

You heard me!

Ricky smirked at my exclamation.I heard you, my bull.I can hear you loud and clear now.And I don’t have to sing!

I wasn’t having a freak out at the thought.I really wasn’t.I stood there, belly and chest dripping in cream, custard running down between my legs out of my well-stalked ass, but I wasn’t having a freakout.

I can do this.

Slow, deep breaths, bull.Deep breaths.I am calm.I am a bull.I am not freaking out.Well creamed, yes, but not freaking.See how calm I am.

Talk to me, Burke.

I jumped as someone thumped on the door, and Ricky grabbed my bicep.

“It’s okay.”Ricky grimaced.“That’s Dom.He owns the bar.”

I remembered someone yelling as Ricky plowed my ass, something to do with cows, but I’d been more interested in my balls trying to empty themselves through my dick.

“Get your asses out here!”Dom bellowed through the closed door.

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