𝐌i𝐫a’s F𝐚r𝐦 𝐅u𝐜k: 𝐁r𝐨k𝐞n I𝐧 𝐛y B𝐞a𝐬t𝐬 𝐚n𝐝 𝐌e𝐧

The kitchen door creaked as I stepped in, the stench of manure and heat slamming into me like a goddamn wall. “What the fuck are you wearin’?” Uncle Bob’s gruff voice boomed, cutting through the clatter of pots.

I spun around, cheeks burning hotter than the sun-scorched tomatoes on the sill. “Just shorts and a tank top, chill,” I mumbled, tugging at the hem of my denim cutoffs. They hugged my plump ass tight, barely covering those long, toned legs I’d worked my ass off for—5’6”, 56 kg of pure, fuckable curves. My small, perky tits pushed against the thin white tank, nipples poking through like little sluts begging for attention. Fair skin glowed under the dim light, my heart-shaped face—high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips—framed by dark, wavy hair spilling past my shoulders, those big brown eyes with lashes long enough to kill darting nervously.

Uncle Bob squinted, his weathered face creasing deeper, gray beard a tangled mess. “Looks like somethin’ my niece’d wear, not… uh…” He fumbled, eyes dropping to the floor, then back up. “You get me, Mira.”

“They’re fine,” I snapped, louder than I meant. “It’s fuckin’ hot out there, and I’m not dyin’ in jeans.”

The farm was a shithole I’d never wanted to spend my summer on—sweat, dirt, and Uncle Bob’s awkward bullshit hanging over me like a cloud. Two years living as Mira, the real me, and this was my first run-in with him since coming out. He was a bear of a man—50s, tall, broad, with hands like fucking shovels—and the kitchen was his turf, a chaos of greasy pans from feeding the farmhands. “You’re pitchin’ in around here,” he grunted, finally meeting my gaze. “Plenty to do.”

“Yeah, I can handle it,” I said, faking enthusiasm. Truth was, I didn’t know jack shit about farm work, but I needed something—anything—to keep me from drowning in my own head out here.

The door banged open, and four sweaty fuckers stomped in, boots thudding on the wood. Farmhands—tanned, ripped, their tight tees clinging to bulging muscles, dripping with the day’s grind. They laughed, tossing words I couldn’t catch, their eyes sliding over me like I was fresh meat. My tiny cock twitched under my shorts, and I prayed they didn’t notice.

“These assholes’ll show you the ropes,” Uncle Bob said, nodding at them. “Jim, Tom, Billy, and…” He smirked at the youngest. “We just call him Kid.”

They grunted hellos, but Kid—early 20s, lean, with messy black hair and green eyes—couldn’t peel his stare off me. My plump ass shifted as I stood there, those perky tits heaving, and a flutter hit my gut. They eyed me like I was some rare, fuckable prize, and it lit me up—nervous, horny, all at once.

The day dragged—chores piling up, my body screaming in places I didn’t know could hurt. But every time I bent over a fence or hauled a bucket, Kid’s gaze burned into me, hungry as fuck. It made me want to hide and strip bare all at once. By sunset, Uncle Bob barked us in for dinner—a spread that’d make a pig jealous—and the farmhands tore into it, their rowdy bullshit filling the room. I poked at my plate, mind spinning.

After, Uncle Bob shoved a bucket and brush at me. “Go clean the horses in the stables,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes.

“Got it,” I said, bolting outside. The night air was cooler, laced with hay and leather, and my heart raced as I creaked open the stable door. Horses whinnied softly, their massive, muscled bodies gleaming in the low light—fuckin’ beasts that made me feel small and safe all at once. My hands shook as I dipped the brush in water, stroking the nearest stallion, its heat soaking into me.

From the barn’s edge, the farmhands watched, their whispers growing louder. My nipples hardened under my tank, my plump ass swaying as I worked, and I could feel their stares—hot, heavy, stripping me down. I didn’t look up, scared my pounding heart would give me away, but it was driving me fuckin’ wild. Finally, I couldn’t take it—my eyes flicked up, locking with Kid’s. He grinned, all wicked and sharp, and jerked his head, calling me over.

I wobbled toward him, legs like jelly. “Hey, what’s up?” I said, aiming for chill but sounding shaky.

He leaned against a stall, arms crossed over his broad chest, muscles flexing under his tee. “You ain’t from around here, huh? City girl?”

“Nope,” I said, brushing my wavy hair back, those long legs shifting. “First time on a farm. Kinda lost.”

He stepped closer, smirking. “Lost, huh? Well, damn, Mira, guess we oughta give you a proper welcome then.” Before I could blink, his hands grabbed my hips, yanking me against him. His mouth crashed into mine, tongue shoving in hard, and I melted—my perky tits pressing into him, my tiny cock twitching as I kissed him back like a desperate slut.

The others closed in—Jim, Tom, Billy—eyes glinting like wolves circling a kill. Kid’s hand slid up my tank, groping my small tits, pinching a nipple till I gasped into his mouth. “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, pulling back to leer at me. Tom, a hulking bastard—30s, white, buzzed brown hair, hazel eyes—stepped up behind, his rough hands clamping my shoulders, pinning me between them. His hard-on dug into my back, thick and insistent through his jeans.

“Shit, look at this tight little piece,” Tom growled, twisting my nipples hard, sending jolts straight to my core. Billy—late 20s, blond, blue-eyed, wiry—and Jim—30s, dark hair, gray eyes, stocky—circled us, smirking, their cocks tenting their pants as they ogled my long legs and plump ass. My shorts strained, my tiny cock and balls outlined for them to drool over, and I fucking loved it—scared shitless but hard with need.

Kid tugged at my shorts, rough fingers popping the button. “Let’s see that sweet fuckin’ body,” he said, yanking them down to my ankles. My tiny cock sprang free, balls dangling, and they murmured, eyes lighting up at my feminine curves—those perky tits, that juicy ass. Tom’s hand cupped my cheek, squeezing hard. “Ready to be our little farm slut?” he rasped in my ear.

“Fuck yeah,” I breathed, whiskey bottle in Billy’s hand catching my eye. He uncorked it, the sharp sting of liquor hitting the air, and tipped it to my lips. I gulped, the burn scorching my throat, passing it back as they each took a swig. My head swam, inhibitions melting like ice in a fire.

Jim ripped my tank off, tossing it aside, his thumbs grazing my nipples till they stood out like needy little whores. “Goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, sucking one into his mouth, teeth scraping as I moaned, arching my back to shove those perky tits at him. Their hands roamed—groping my ass, my legs, my tiny cock—big, rough fuckers claiming every inch of me.

Kid stepped back, unbuckling his belt slow, eyes never leaving mine. His cock sprang out—seven inches, thick, veiny, the head slick. “You want this fat dick, don’t you, slut?” he growled, grabbing my chin.

“Fuck yes,” I whispered, licking my lips.

He grinned, nasty and bright. “Then fuckin’ take it.” He shoved me to my knees, hay stabbing my skin, and the others circled, cocks out—hard, accusing rods pointed at me. Billy’s was huge—eight inches, straight, pale—Tom’s thicker, nine inches, curved—Jim’s seven, stubby but dripping. The stallion next to us snorted, its heat pulsing, and I knew they were gonna fuck me raw.

Billy’s rough hand snagged my dark, wavy hair, yanking my head back as he shoved his cock toward my face. “Suck it, you dirty fuckin’ bitch,” he snarled, his eight-inch monster—pale, straight, and veiny—slamming past my full lips. I gagged hard, spit drooling down my chin, my big brown eyes watering as he fucked my mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. His grip tightened, pulling my scalp till it stung, while other hands—Tom’s, Jim’s—clawed at my small, perky tits, squeezing them till my nipples poked out like needy little sluts. Someone’s hot breath scorched my neck, another pawed my plump ass, fingers digging into the fair skin of my long, toned legs, making my tiny cock twitch in my shorts.

“Goddamn, she’s a fuckin’ treat,” Tom growled, stepping up as Billy pulled out, leaving my lips slick and swollen. Tom’s massive nine-incher—thick, curved, a fucking beast—stretched my mouth wide as he shoved it in. “Take it deep, you little cunt,” he grunted, hands clamping my head, those hazel eyes burning into mine. I choked, sucking like a starved whore, tongue swirling around his salty shaft, my throat spasming as he pushed deeper. My perky tits heaved with every gag, my plump ass shifting as I knelt there, drool dripping onto my chest.

Jim muscled in, shoving Tom aside with a smirk. “My turn—fuckin’ love that mouth,” he groaned, sliding his seven-inch cock—stubby, slick with pre-cum—into my stretched lips. His musky taste flooded me, salty and thick, and I moaned around him, those long lashes fluttering as I sucked, spit stringing from my chin to his balls. Kid stood back, stroking his thick seven-incher, smirking like a bastard. “Natural-born slut, Mira,” he said, voice low and nasty. “But we’re just warmin’ up this tight little body.”

They hauled me off my knees, hands groping my athletic frame, dragging me to a pile of hay in the stable’s corner. Jim shoved me down hard, my back sinking into the prickly stems, my long legs splayed wide—those toned thighs trembling, my plump ass sinking into the rough bedding. “Gonna fuck this tight little ass,” he rasped, spitting on his cock, letting it dangle over my face, dripping onto my full lips as Billy and Tom flanked me, their hard-ons bobbing. “Our little farm whore now,” Billy leered, stroking his pale dick slow, blue eyes glinting. “Gonna make you scream like a bitch,” Tom added, voice thick with lust, his massive cock twitching.

Kid knelt between my legs, marvelling at my tiny cock and balls—barely there, but hard as fuck—and that plump, juicy ass they couldn’t stop staring at. “Look at this pretty little slut,” he muttered, smacking my cheek hard, making it jiggle and sting. He lined up his cock—no warning, no lube—just raw fuckin’ force, slamming into my tight hole. I yelped, pain tearing through me like a hot blade, my fair skin flushing red as he stretched me wide. “Take that dick, you filthy slut,” he snarled, gripping my hips, bruising me as he thrust slow and deep, letting me feel every goddamn inch.

The pain melted fast—deep, primal heat spreading as he pounded me, hay scratching my back, my perky tits bouncing with every brutal shove. Billy straddled my face, his sweaty balls brushing my chin as he shoved his cock back in my mouth. “Suck it, you greedy little fuck,” he growled, fucking my face slow, my tongue swirling around his shaft, whiskey and musk mixing as I gagged, spit bubbling at the corners of my lips. My tiny cock throbbed, leaking onto my stomach, those long legs trembling as Kid’s thrusts picked up, his balls slapping my ass with wet, filthy smacks.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Kid grunted, leaning over me, breath hot on my breasts as he bit down, teeth sinking into my soft flesh. His hands slid up, groping my tits, pinching my nipples till they ached, red and swollen. Tom swapped in, nudging Billy aside, his massive cock looming over me. “Fuckin’ choke on it, you slut,” he barked, shoving it deep, my throat bulging as I sucked, eyes locked on his, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. I moaned, lost in the double-ended pounding—Kid’s dick splitting my ass, Tom’s gagging my mouth, hay stabbing my back as I writhed.

Kid’s hand snaked down, wrapping around my tiny cock, stroking slow and teasing. “Cum for us, you little farm bitch,” he muttered, and I bucked hard, needing more, my orgasm brewing like a goddamn wildfire. Billy knelt beside me, sucking my tiny dick into his hot mouth, tongue flicking the head, slurping loud and nasty. “Fuckin’ cum, you whore,” he growled against me, and I did—screaming around Tom’s cock, my body convulsing, hot spurts splattering my stomach, my perky tits heaving as I shook.

They didn’t stop—Jim pushed Kid aside, his stubby cock dripping as he slammed into my ass, Kid’s cum splattering my chest, thick and sticky. “Goddamn, you’re a fuckin’ mess,” Jim grunted, flipping me onto my knees, ass up, face smashed into the hay. He pounded in deep, stretching my raw hole, slick with cum and spit. “Take it, you filthy fuck,” he snarled, hands bruising my hips, my plump ass jiggling with every thrust. Billy grabbed my hair, shoving his cock back in my mouth, and I sucked, drooling like a bitch, my body trembling, those long legs barely holding me up.

“Fuckin’ love that throat,” Billy groaned, fucking my face slow and hard, spit dripping onto the hay as I choked, my tiny cock twitching again. Tom stepped up next, his massive nine-incher tearing into my ass as Jim pulled out, cum sloshing inside me, dripping down my thighs. “Tightest little slut I’ve fucked,” Tom growled, slamming in deep, his balls smacking my skin, hay sticking to my sweaty back. Kid knelt beside me, jerking my tiny cock fast, milking me. “Cum again, you nasty cunt,” he rasped, and I did—shrieking, spurting onto the hay, my legs buckling as my body shook, those perky tits bouncing wildly.

They kept going, relentless, dragging me toward the last stall. Kid grinned, guiding me to a smaller stallion, its cock—ten inches, thick as fuck, dark and veiny—jutting out like a goddamn weapon. “You’re takin’ this, slut,” he whispered, smearing lube on it, the cold slickness making me shiver. They held me up, spreading my plump cheeks wide, my wrecked hole gaping as the beast nudged me. “Relax, bitch,” Billy muttered, stroking my back, and with a rough shove, it was in—splitting me open, pain exploding like a motherfucker as I screamed, tears streaming down my flushed face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I sobbed, my voice echoing in the stable, but it shifted—pleasure crashing through as the stallion fucked me, slow at first, then fast and brutal, hooves stomping the floor. Its heat burned inside me, stretching me past breaking, my plump ass quivering, my tiny cock rock-hard again. Their hands roamed—Jim squeezing my perky tits, Kid stroking my dick, Billy smacking my ass—driving me wild as I moaned, lost in the beast’s rhythm. “Take that horse cock, you dirty fuckin’ whore,” Tom growled, jerking off beside me, his eyes glued to my stuffed hole.

The stallion’s thrusts turned savage, slamming me into the stall, and I came again—shuddering, screaming, my tiny cock spurting weak ropes onto the floor, my body spasming around the beast. It unloaded—hot, endless cum flooding me, spilling out around its shaft, soaking my legs—and they cheered, jerking off hard. Kid’s load hit first, spraying my back, thick and sticky, then Jim’s, Billy’s, painting my ass, my long legs, my fair skin with their hot jizz.

Tom stepped up last, slamming his massive cock into my wrecked, cum-soaked hole, mixing their seed with the horse’s. “Ours now, you dirty fuckin’ cunt,” he grunted, pounding me raw, his hands bruising my hips as he fucked me senseless. My plump ass jiggled, my perky tits swayed, and he came—hot spurts filling me deep, dripping out as he pulled back. They let me slump, cum-soaked and trembling, my body alive like never fucking before.

“Part of the farm now, slut,” Billy said, smirking, as I stumbled up, shorts barely yanked on, my plump ass sore, my perky tits sticky with sweat and jizz. Under the stars, I knew—this summer was just the fuckin’ start.