Towards the house.

He's not going to scare you. Although, remembering the outline of his uncut prick against his under-cloth does make you feel very feminine. The idea of it digging inside you makes your insides quiver with need.

How long has it been since you've tasted cock inside you? You can't even remember now, you can't seem to remember much of anything. You consider what must have happened to you to make you this way? You decide to ask your savior, as you exit the barn and gingerly hobble in that direction, then you begin to understand why that might be impossible.

Lustful cries of passion and intent ring out from inside and when you peak your head into the milking shed to see a large middle-aged woman bent over a stool so far her tits drag on the ground, her ample ass in the air, being used by a bevy of older men.

A thick cock thunders away at her soft, well-used body. "Split me with your cock! Sow your warm seed! I want to quicken with child! Please, I need it!" The men switch and you see a thick glob of his yellowish seed hang inside his foreskin as he makes way for another. "That's it, pack Ruthie's womb with a babe! I'm not done, the gods know I'm still fertile!"

You stay a little too long and a few of the men waiting their turn call out "Hey girlie! You lost?" One of the older men moves over towards you, their aged cocks ready. "Don't be shy, it's the eve, love!"