Cock Paper Scissors; or, Four Aggressively Horny Women

Grimm couldn't help but idly squirm against the stump, trying in vain to free himself of his bonds. He knew he wouldn't succeed, but he tried anyway. He could hear his captors eating their dinner, chatting amongst themselves.

He tried to listen in, hoping to glean some important info about where they were taking him, but to no avail: they were mostly talking about what they were going to do with their payment, how boring the woods were -- nothing that would help him.

But then he heard something that made his hears pricked up. Just a snippet, but enough:

"So who wants to go first?" Tats asked, grinning.

Buttercup downed the rest of her soup. "Me! Me!"

Lennox rolled her eyes. "You gave him a handjob, like, ten minutes ago."

"So? I wanna go again."

"I should go first, anyway."

"Says who?" asked Buttercup.

"Says me! I'm technically in charge today!"

Grimm heard the other cows blow raspberries at Lennox.

"What do you think, Daisy?" Tats asked.

The muscular cow crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not opposed to going first."

The others laughed, then Lennox spoke: "How about we play for first dibs?"

"Rock Paper Scissors?" asked Tats.

"Sounds good to me," said Daisy.

Grimm watched the four women lean in toward each other, each with one arm extended. _Are you fucking kidding me? _Grimm thought, sighing. He felt his cock twitch at the realization that the women were actually competing to see who would get to fuck him first.

Lennox suddenly bolted upright, tits bouncing heavily in her tunic. "Ha!" she cried, as the other three women groaned. She crossed her arms under her boobs and hefted them up, wearing a smug grin all the while. "Bring him closer. It's getting cold out."

The other three women groaned as they stood up and walked over to Grimm. The big bull let out an anticipatory sigh.

"Did you hear any of that?" Tats asked.

"I heard enough," Grimm said, his voice carrying an air of smugness.

"How do you feel about it?" A smile flashed across Tats's face.

"I'm not opposed to it." Grimm shot Daisy a look. She blushed.

"Yes!" Buttercup exclaimed. "Let's grab him!"

They did just that, hauling him back to camp. Grimm didn't complain. They dropped him on the ground near the bedrolls.

"Time to christen Camp Buttercup!" Buttercup exclaimed as they set him down.

"We're not calling it Camp Buttercup," Lennox and Tats said in unison.

"I'm calling it Camp Buttercup," Buttercup muttered.

Grimm wouldn't admit it, but he was glad they'd moved him. The warmth of the fire bristling against his fur relaxed him, made his body sag.

Lennox crossed over to Grimm and stood over him. She looked down at him, and although her mouth was obscured by her bosom Grimm could tell she was still wearing that same self-satisfied grin. "Hi Grimm," she growled.

"Uh, hi," Grimm said, squirming a little. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

"That's not important," Lennox replied. "What's important is what we're gonna do to you, and where we're gonna take you."

"Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do to me?"

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you," Lennox said matter-of-factly. "And so are they." The other cows looked at each and grinned, then sat down by the fire. Tats and Buttercup high-fived. Lennox pulled off her shirt, exposing her heaving tits. Her nipples were already hard. Lennox wasn't wearing panties or anything beneath her tunic, so she was now totally naked. "And then we're gonna take you to our boss, and she's got plans for you."

"Oh?" Grimm asked, smiling faintly at the sight of Lennox's nudity. "What kind of plans?"

Buttercup started to say something, but Tats clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling her.

"You'll see," Lennox said. She went down on her knees and kneeled beside Grimm. "I don't wanna spoil the fun." She started to stroke his chest and stomach, tracing his muscles. The lusty cow bit her lower lip as she looked over Grimm's body.

"Like what you see?" Grimm asked, somewhat mockingly.

"A little, yeah," answered Lennox. Her hand began to drift toward Grimm's crotch. As a reflex, Grimm arched his back just enough to encourage Lennox's exploration. She made her way to his cock, took it in her hand, and began to stroke. Grimm uttered a pleased moan. Lennox giggled and stroked him harder. "Just so you know, I'm not like Buttercup," she said. "I'm not a handjob slut."

Buttercup crossed her legs and huffed. "What? It's fun!"

Lennox ignored Buttercup and continued to jerk Grimm off. She scooted closer and leaned toward Grimm's upper body, causing her huge tits to drape across his chest. "Come on," Lennox said. Her rhythm was consistent, her grip firm. With her free hand, Lennox lifted up her breast and pushed it toward Grimm's face. "It's been a long fucking day and I'm full."

He could hear the other women giggle in anticipation. Lennox mashed her breast into Grimm's face. He instinctively opened his mouth, allowing Lennox to cram as much titflesh into it as she could. Then he sealed his lips around it and began to suck.

Lennox let out a loud moan as Grimm sucked on her breast. Her stroking intensified, and Grimm was suddenly worried he would cum.

Lennox's eyes were closed. She was riding this sensation, already blissed out. "Fuck," she moaned, "Fuck yeah..." It didn't take long for milk to flood Grimm's mouth. The cow let out a pleased moan, fingers working the underside of her breast to stimulate her milk flow.

After a minute or so of being milked, Lennox pulled her breast from Grimm's mouth and replaced it with her other. "This one too," she moaned. Soon she was lactating from both tits. Grimm could feel some milk pooling at his side and dribbling onto his torso. He grew harder at the sensation.

Lennox pulled her nipple out of Grimm's mouth and sat up. With one quick move she crawled on top of him and sat on his face, pressing her sex against the bull's mouth. She was already wet. Her hands were planted on his chest to keep her steady. Lennox's ass jiggled and bounced off his skull as she began to buck on top of him, humping his face. Lennox's thighs were, for the most part, wrapped around Grimm's face, but his ears were sticking out far enough for him to hear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lennox moaned. "Yes, yes..." He could hear the other cows giggling. "Fuuuuuck..."

It didn't take long for Lennox to cum. A loud "fuck!" signaled her orgasm, followed by her juices filling Grimm's mouth and covering his face. She kept humping him, trying to draw out her orgasm. Grimm could feel Lennox's milk coating his thighs. Some cows lactated at orgasm, and it looks like Lennox was one of them.

Then she climbed off of him and stood up. "Can I go again?" she asked, laughing. "Fuck." She doubled over for a second, planting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. Her inner thighs were slick with her cum. Trails of milk dribbled slowly from her nipples. She sat down by the fire, wiping herself off with a rag. "Who's next?"

Tats raised her hand. "Me!" She stood up and looked down at Grimm. She was blushing slightly, no doubt from watching her companion cum, wearing a mischievous smile. She walked over to the bull and sat down on his legs. "You're so selfish, Lennox," she purred.

"Who, me?" Lennox asked. She had pulled a blanket over herself, opting not to dress.

"Yeah," Tats replied. "You get to have all that fun and you don't even let the poor guy cum." She took Grimm's dick in her hand and stroked it. "And he's so hard, too."

"It was not at the top of my list of priorities," Lennox said, giggling. The other cows were watching intently.

"His cum tastes good!" Buttercup said, grinning.

"Oh, yeah?" Tats asked, eyebrow raised. "I guess I'll have to find out for myself, huh?" With a playful chuckle, Tats leaned forward and licked the head of Grimm's cock. She cooed happily, then took it in her mouth and sucked. Grimm arched his back again, letting her take more of his length in her mouth. She stroked him with one hand. The other moved up beneath her tunic. Grimm could tell she was groping herself.

"You're more... generous... than Lennox," Grimm moaned. "Untie me... and I'll... repay... your generosity." He groaned as Tats deepthroated his cock.

The cow popped Grimm's member out of her mouth, giving his head a quick length. "Nice try," she said, winking. Giggling, she tore off her shirt and threw it away. She moved her free hand down between her legs, letting out a long moan as she played with herself. She did this for a second before shifting position so that she was lying flat on top of Grimm's legs. She playfully kicked her legs behind her as she stroked Grimm's cock. Then she took him back in her mouth and sucked, hard. One of her arms disappeared beneath her. Judging by the sharp moans that escaped her mouth, Tats was playing with herself again.

The tattooed cow sucked and licked Grimm's cock, quickly driving him to the point of orgasm. He couldn't contain himself: within minutes, he filled the cow's mouth with cum. His body went totally slack.

Tats chirped happily as she swallowed his load. "Delicious!" she cheered, licking the excess jism from her fingers. "You were right, Buttercup."

"Told you!" Buttercup said, standing up. "Now it's my turn!"

"That's not fair," Lennox said. "You already did stuff with him."

"Meh," Buttercup said. "That didn't count."

"Why not?!"

"It was an experiment!"

Buttercup strolled over to Grimm and, before she even started fucking him, stripped off her clothing. The fact that it took a little bit of effort for her to pull her shorts down over her ass made Grimm hard immediately.

"Oh! I can't do it like this," Buttercup said, putting a finger to her chin in a thinker pose. "Hold on." She hopped over to a bag near the bedrolls, giving Grimm an amazing view of her fat ass. Buttercup got down on one knee as she dug through the bag. Grimm was transfixed by the cow's rear, by its every jiggle and wobble.

Tats started to approach Buttercup to see what she was doing, but didn't seem concerned. She sat next to Lennox, who draped her blanket over them both.

Then Buttercup came back, holding a pair of scissors.

"Oh! Buttercup, wai--" Tats started to call out to Buttercup, who ignored her. The callipygian bovine leaned down and snipped the ropes between Grimm's legs, freeing them. He immediately stretched his legs, sighing with relief.

"You dumbass!" Lennox cried out. "He was bound for a reason!"

Buttercup looked back at her and shrugged. "We can just tie him back up!" She looked at the bull and giggled. "Okay, now I'm ready."

She didn't even wait for a response. Her hand went straight to Grimm's cock, and she began to furiously jerk him off. It almost hurt! He groaned with discomfort, grinding his legs into the dirt.

"Slow... down," Grimm groaned.

"Nah," Buttercup said, before wrapping her lips around the bull's cock and sucking way harder than he was expecting. The camp was alight with the sound of slurping and sucking. Grimm's cock was slathered in Buttercup's saliva, and the night breeze brushing against his wet shaft was both uncomfortable and erotic to him.

As she sucked him, Buttercup took the scissors and cut the ropes binding Grimm's arms and torso. He flexed his muscles and stretched his arms, satisfied that he could move again. The other cows all rolled their eyes in unison.

Grimm could hear Lennox call Buttercup a "fucking moron" under her breath.

Buttercup suddenly pulled her mouth off of Grimm's cock with enough force that he nearly came. Then she turned away from him and dropped to all fours. "Now!" she exclaimed, wiggling her butt at him. Grimm's eyes went wide at the side of those glorious cheeks rippling and slapping against each other. He wished there was a way to preserve this exact moment forever, something he could look back at from time to time. A thought crossed his mind: no matter how the rest of this excursion went, Grimm would always have this wonderful entry in his spank bank.

Grimm gingerly pulled himself up, still somewhat weak from being bound for so long. He shuffled over to Buttercup and started to enter her.

"No!" Buttercup exclaimed. "Here!" She reached back and pointed at her buttcheeks.

"Of course," Lennox said, putting a palm over her face. "Of course she had to do the butt thing."

Now here was something Grimm had never done before. He hefted himself over Buttercup and, when he was close enough, the cow took his cock in her hand and placed it between her cheeks. The bull figured it out quickly enough -- he began to hump the cow's buttcheeks, pressing his hands to their sides to both keep his cock in place and to steady himself.

Buttercup wildly rocked back and forth, making Grimm's cock slide in and out of her cheeks. Her fat, jiggling rump slapped and clapped against his cock. He was surprised by how much he enjoyed this.

Buttercup moaned and cooed, tongue hanging freely from her mouth. She looked back at him and grinned, and at that moment she let out a loud, ecstatic cheer. For some reason this pushed Grimm to the edge, and he shot a hot load across Buttercup's back and between her buttcheeks. His cum pooled between them and dribbled down onto her back as she pitched forward, mashing her face against the ground. She drew her arms up by her head and cooed, then toppled sidewise onto the ground.

Grimm sat there, kneeling and panting. Cum dripped from his aching cock. "Did she just fall asleep?" he asked, his breath ragged.

Tats sighed and crawled over to Buttercup's prone form. "Nope. Just in a... cum coma."

Grimm laughed. "Glad to know I have that effect on people."

"Oh, no, she does this pretty much every time she cums."

"Oh." Grimm felt wounded. "Well, then..."

"Well, then," said Daisy. She stood, causing every inch of her chest to jiggle wildly. Grimm suddenly thought about earthquakes, tidal waves, and all manner of seismic devastation.

The muscular cow crossed over to Grimm, pulling off the narrow strip of cloth that covered her chest. Her breasts tumbled back into place, her nipples already fully erect.

"Are you gonna do your usual thing?" Lennox asked. She and Tats were back under the blanket, with Buttercup lying in front of them.

"Usual thing," Daisy said, grinning. She pushed Grimm down; he landed with a groan. Then she was straddling him.

The big cow planted her hands on either side of Grimm's head. She was raising herself just high enough for her boobs to hang over Grimm's face. "Milk me," she commanded.

Grimm obeyed. He used both of his hands to take one breast and bring it to his face.

The moment Grimm wrapped his lips around Daisy's teat and began to suck, the cow made a strange sound. It took him a few moments to realize that the cow was mooing. He grinned to himself as he nibbled on her soft teat, rubbing his teeth along its exterior. Her nipples were bigger than he was used to, and more sensitive: it took no time at all for milk to fill his mouth. Daisy kept mooing, squirming above him, as load after load of cream left her nipples.

"Damn, Daisy," Tats said, giggling. "Do you ever get tired of this?"

"N-no," Daisy moaned, rocking back and forth. "It's my f-favorite."

_It's your favorite, huh? _Grimm thought, as he increased the power of his suction. He sucked as hard as he could, eliciting a loud moo from his captor, and eagerly swallowed the torrent of cream that followed. Milk was pouring out of the sides of his mouth, and when he released Daisy's nipple so he could pleasure the other, excess titjuice spilled out of her teat and showered his face.

Daisy was grinding her hips, fully absorbed by the act of being milked.

"Daisy, you might have the most sensitive udders of anyone I know," Lennox teased. "How many times have you cum so far?"

"T-twice," Daisy moaned. She looked down at Grimm. "B-both of them," she purred. "Suck b-both of t-them..."

Grimm did as he was told, sucking both of Daisy's teats into his mouth and forming a tight seal with his lips. He continued to milk the cow with his mouth, suddenly glad that the bandits had declined to feed him earlier.

He was getting full, and he was certain that Daisy was not anywhere close to being empty. But he didn't have to worry about that for long, because Daisy suddenly wrenched herself off of him with a long, thunderous moo. Her nipples sprayed milk across Grimm's face and body, the grass, the dirt, everywhere; she arched her back as she pulled them from her mouth for maximum coverage. She lowered herself down and straddled him, nearly knocking the wind from his sails. Without a word, Daisy guided Grimm's cock into her dripping sex, making them both moan with pleasure. The big, muscular cow slowly began to grind her crotch into his.

Grimm gripped Daisy's waist as she fucked him. He pushed his back into the earth, arching his back to push himself further into her. She mooed again, hands planted on his chest, tail swishing against his legs.

Opting to drive her wild, Grimm took one of Daisy's udders in his hand and brought her nipple back to his mouth. He sucked and fucked the cow, drawing out moan and moo after moan and moo. She was grinning, drooling, wild with lust. Grimm swallowed more of her milk, but let most of it dribble out of his mouth for effect.

Daisy must not have been able to stand just one of her tits being emptied, so she hefted her unattended orb up with both hands and shoved her teat into her waiting mouth. The cow sucked one teat while Grimm serviced the other, and soon both of them were drenched in her milk.

He was getting close. He wouldn't be able to hold it off much longer. His loud, ceaseless moans were a signal to Daisy, and she responded by humping him harder and faster.

And then he came. Wave after wave of cum gushed up into Daisy; she came, too, spraying more milk all over herself and Grimm.

Daisy took the full force of Grimm's orgasm, mooing and gasping as he came, and when he was done she pulled herself off of him and rolled over beside him. After a few seconds she sat up and crawled over to her companions, who threw her a blanket. Daisy used it to wipe herself off, then draped it over her shoulders -- it was too small to cover her whole body, so it looked more like a beach towel.

Grimm lay flat on his back, gasping, looking up at the stars. He stayed like that for what felt like forever, then slowly sat up.

"So... am I free to go?" he asked, his voice ragged, nearly hoarse.

Lennox, Tats, and Daisy laughed. Buttercup was still out.

"Oh, no," Lennox said, looking at her cohorts with a wicked smile, "We're not satisfied yet."

Grimm gulped.