Collect the chicken eggs

Since you know where the chicken pen section of the Big Barn is you head straight there, vision already filling with flying feathers.

Upon your arrival the chatter of the chickens settles, their eyes finding your hard cock. There are half a dozen lovely ladies sitting in a circle waiting for your assistance.

"Good morning, girls," you say as you enter the pen, their unblinking gazes tracking your every movement. Their attentiveness makes you throb, their desire unmissable.

"We were hoping to see you again," says Bibbi, rubbing her tits, knowing how much you like watching her play with them. She has the fullest breasts of the chickens here. God her proportions are perfect; her thin waist and grippable hips, covered in white feathers so soft and fine she's almost a shade of pink.

Her sister Bobbin is there too, practically a twin to Bibbi but about two cup sizes smaller. She makes up for it with meatier thighs which she is holding together but you can see her squirming. You sit down at the center of the pen and Bibbi and Bobbin are already on you, the 'bigger' sister rubbing your shoulders while her sibling strokes your left leg, moving her hand up and down your inner thigh. You're made to lie back and spread your legs a bit.

The others waste no time and crawl over to you, Piper with a blue crest and more pointed beak than the others putting a hand on your chest, the feathers on her elbow tickling you. To your right is a chicken with a bright neon pink crest, studded with small blue gems that glint in the morning sunlight. She also has some dark purple feathering around her eyes, almost like eye shadow, and she caresses your abs, your right arm nestled between her warm breasts. Her name is Gothel and from this position you can reach her wet pussy and start to stroke her damp downy feathers, causing her to moan.

Gabby, the tallest chicken in the pen is holding your right foot, gently massaging it and nibbles at your toes. Her beak is surprisingly soft and you wonder what a blowjob from a chicken might feel like. She's thin, a bit lanky, but still so graceful and sexy, her breasts ample. She also has the longest crest out of all of the chickens and she has coloured it a deep forest green. Gabby tosses it over her shoulder as she sits up and straddles your leg. You feel her warm wetness on your shin as she grinds down on your leg.

You feel like you're being tickled all over with five chickens each claiming some part of your body right now, basically pinning you down. Piper has moved into a similar position as punky Gothel, hugging your left arm and moving her crotch to be reachable by your hand. You reach, feel her soaking feathers and slide your fingers into her waiting slit. Bobbin has followed Gabby's lead and straddles your other leg, so now you have a chicken on each limb while Bibbi massages your shoulders. There is really only one obvious part of your body currently not being attended to and it stands stiffly pointed at the ceiling. The last chicken crawls up between Gabby and Bobbin, positioning herself between your legs and lays a soft hand onto your cock. You shiver as she clambers onto you. This is Grace, the shortest of the girls, just a bit over half as tall as Gabby. Their difference in height makes them almost seem like different species of birds. Grace has a short 'blonde' crest and a wide beaky smile, her hot lips grinding against the tip of your cock which she is so firmly gripping as she teases you.

"I'm first," she says, continuing to stroke you as she lines up her tiny opening. You groan when the petite chicken impales herself on your hardness. Her breathing comes in short sharp gasps as she stays rooted on you, her adjusting to your size as she catches herself. This is getting to be too much. You have to take a look around you and wonder if you've died and gone to feathery heaven. There is a girl using almost every part of you for her sexual pleasure, either humping your legs or fingers, or slowly starting to ride your cock. It's not just the feeling of them all either, of their feathers and their weight on you. It's the erotic noises surrounding you and the flowery scents of their arousal. Grace is squeezing her great tits as she bounces on you, cooing pleasurably. You wish you could grab onto her hips and use her like the fuck toy she could easily be, but you're knuckle deep in the two chickens that nuzzle against your neck.

You almost forgot that Bibbi was there until her shadow comes into view and the strong smell of her wet cunt fills your nostrils. You see the glint of her eye from below before she lowers onto your face. You get a mouthful of feathers but it doesn't bother you one bit. Your tongue glides through her already wet down and finds her lips. It's hard to describe what she tastes like. Her skin is slightly salty and her juices tangy and warm and utterly delicious. You drink at her dripping opening like a **** man in a desert and shove your tongue in for more. And there is more, Bibbi flowing, chirping and moaning while squeezing her tits.

Grace is fucking your cock wildly, the wet slapping sounds she makes easily filtering through the thighs around your ears along wither rising cries. You love this. Love getting used by this brood of horny chickens for sex. You groan into Bibbi's cunt as Grace shudders on your cock. You wish you could see the little bird orgasming but Bibbi isn't done with you yet.