Mars Has a Different Definition of the Word "Meal"

As Grimm was reaching into his food pouch to pull out some choice morsels, he felt a hand on his arm. He paused, and looked at the hand. It was Mars's. The cow had crawled over to him.

"What's up?" Grimm asked, putting the food back down.

"Save the food," Mars replied, looking up at him. She was grinning, maybe wider than he'd seen before. "I have a better idea." Her fingers dug through his fur.

"Yeah?" Grimm asked, slackening.

"Yeah," Mars muttered. With expert movement Mars slipped her free hand under Grimm's loincloth. Before the bull could respond, she grasped his semi-hard cock and began to stroke.

Grimm let out a soft moan as Mars stroked his member. "Mars," he moaned, arching his back, pushing his crotch toward her.

"I think I'll eat you, instead," Mars said, still grinning, as she stroked faster. She moved her other hand from Grimm's arm to the side of his loincloth. She quickly found the clasp holding the thing together and undid it, letting the cloth fall to the ground.

Now Grimm's cock was totally exposed. Mars licked her lips at the sight of it. This made Grimm beam: there was often a magical moment, just after his member was freed, where even his most stoic lovers betrayed their excitement. Grimm's muscles weren't the only big thing about him: his cock was massive, resting on a pair of balls the size of Mars's head.

Mars lowered herself into a more comfortable position. She was now half-leaning, half-lying in the grass. Stretching her legs and arching her back, Mars continued to stroke Grimm's turgid dick. This was one of the best views Grimm could get of Mars's body -- not only were her gigantic tits resting against his crotch, he could also see her thick ass. Cheeks and chest alike jiggled with every movement of Mars's body.

The bull let the cow take control. She clearly knew what she was doing.

Mars leaned forward and licked the tip of Grim's cock, then went back to working him with her hand. He shuddered and leaned back some more, thrusting his cock further toward her. Mars laughed and licked him again, letting her tongue linger this time. Then she spit, coating the head in her saliva, and when she jerked him again she coated his shaft, lubricating it.

Grimm looked down, catching Mars's eye. She looked up at him and giggled.

Before Grimm knew it, Mars wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck. The mercenary bull let out a loud groan, mind alight with pleasure. Mars moaned softly as she sucked him, gently bobbing her head up and down.

After what felt like ages, Mars let Grimm's cock fall free from her mouth. "Lie back," she moaned. Her breathing was heavy, and hot against Grimm's crotch.

The merc did as he was told. He lowered himself fully to the ground, resting his head in his hands. Mars crawled atop him. She lowered herself in such a way that her enormous tits would rest against his stomach, her nipples pointing at his face like an accusing stare. Grimm could barely see Mars, she was so obscured by her own mammaries. He could only really see her mop of red hair, bobbing up and down as she took his length in her mouth.

The sky above was blue and cloudless; the breeze tickled Grimm's bare flesh; the grass beneath him was soft and inviting; but the bull's sensory world was totally dominated by two things: the immense pleasure of Mars's oral ministrations and the view of her gorgeous tits jiggling against his torso.

After a few short minutes Grimm moved his hands from beneath his head. He planted them on Mars's breasts, fingers working her soft flesh. He could hear his employer/former foe moan. He felt her hot breath against his aching cock.

Grimm continued to massage Mars's chest, occasionally teasing her nipples with his thumbs. His hands were big, but not nearly big enough to firmly grasp the enormity of Mars's breasts -- he was certain that a single orb was too big for him to hold with both hands. But he did his best, trying to caress as much of her shuddering titflesh as possible. Judging by the sounds the cow was making, he was doing something right.

Mars suddenly popped Grimm's cock out of her mouth. She licked the head of his cock a few more times, then planted her palms in the grass and lifted herself up. Her boobs slapped against his torso and groin. Mars brought herself up on all fours and looked at Grimm. With a manic grin, the cow crawled forward, briefly wedging Grimm's cock between her tits. She stopped when her boobs were hovering over his face.

"Suck 'em," Mars moaned.

Grimm didn't need further instruction. He eagerly grasped the sides of Mars's tits. Giving the cow's mammaries a squeeze, Grimm opened his mouth wide and brought one of Mars's nipples into his mouth. The cow let out a satisfied moan as Grimm sucked her teat. He lapped at it with his tongue, brushed it with his teeth, even lightly bit it, trying to ring every ounce of pleasure out of the act.

Mars shuddered and pressed herself against Grimm, giving him easier access to her nipples. The bull continued to suck and tease, massaging Mars's pillowy flesh with his hands. He could feel his companion squirming on top of him, could feel the heat radiating from her body.

Grimm popped the nipple out of his mouth. "Like it?" he chuckled.

"It's been a while," Mars moaned. "Back to sucking."

"As you wish," Grimm said, popping the nipple back into his mouth. He sucked harder now, more forcefully. His manual stimulation of her breasts became more focused, his hands establishing patterns of massage as they moved from the sides of her tits down toward the flesh near his mouth.

If she was like other cows he'd known...

...yes! Mars let out an ecstatic moan as her milk flooded Grimm's mouth. Grimm's ears perked up at the sound of her purring. He eagerly swallowed her cream, forming a tight seal around her nipple so he wouldn't waste a single drop. He sucked harder and harder, drawing out more and more milk. Soon there was too much for him to swallow, so he loosened his lips and let the tit-juice dribble from his mouth and down his cheeks.

Mars leaned back, taking her own nipple from Grimm's mouth, and shifted her body so that her unattended teat would slip in. He eagerly sucked and squeezed, moving his hand from her now-lactating breast and down along her torso. He caressed whatever flesh he found as he worked his way down to her waist. Then he found it: Mars's ass cheek. It jiggled and bounced, and Grimm clasped his hand around it (well, as much of it as he could actually fit in his palm). He squeezed her thick rump as he worked her teat with his tongue, and was soon rewarded with another flood of delicious milk.

"Fuck," Mars panted. "Keep going, Grimm... fucking milk me!"

Grimm grinned, or rather gave a semblance of a grin, mouth obscured as it was by the prodigious breast mashing against it. His cheeks were now slick with milk. He was almost certain that Mars wasn't anywhere close to empty, but he kept at it, enthralled by her chest. Mars reached back and under herself, finding Grimm's cock with her hand. She stroked him as he sucked her, both of them panting and moaning.

He milked her for a while, belly filling with her milk. He was amazed that he hadn't cum yet.

Mars suddenly pulled herself back, letting her nipple pop out of Grimm's mouth. It spurted more cream onto his face. He didn't lap it up.

Mars kept stroking Grimm's cock, however. She ran her other hand through her hair. Somehow, despite every cell in her body screaming with pleasure, Mars maintained that same grin. It turned Grimm on. Well, turned him on even more.

With one swift move Mars swung her body around so that her crotch was now hovering over Grimm's face, and her face was over his crotch.. He knew what to do: he reached up, grabbed the sides of her thong, and pulled it down, exposing the cow's sex. The moment this happened, Mars dropped down onto him, mashing herself into Grimm's face.

Grimm immediately began licking Mars's sex, teasing her clit with his tongue. She returned the favor, wrapping her lips around his cock and sucking. She shifted her body, maintaining her rhythm, and pulled her tits up into his crotch. Grimm moaned into Mars's crotch as she wrapped her tits around his cock and mashed them against it.

Now that he thought about it, Grimm wasn't sure if he'd ever been in a simultaneous titfuck/69 situation.

Hell of a first impression.