Chapter Eleven

The world's sharp edges grew slightly blurred for Liam, and everything took on a light, rosy glow. He carried Gabby out into the morning sunshine, cock stiffening in his jeans and feeling her slick juices run down his wrist. She caressed his jawline, peppering it with loving kisses until they were alone in a feed shed that tugged at a recent memory.

A very slippery memory, Liam glanced around in confusion. He knew he recognized the stacked hay bales but couldn’t pinpoint how.

Had he been here before? Hay bales were the same everywhere. Still, it niggled at his stodgy mind…

“Why the frown, Daddy?” Gabby asked, coyly sliding out of his slackened hold to squat on the earthen floor and unzip his fly. She had his hard cock out in seconds, producing a small vial of an oily substance to slather on the grithy shaft. It smelled faintly medicinal. “You don’t have to worry about anything while I am here. Let those pesky thoughts float away, and listen to my voice. You like my voice, don’t you?”

He did like her voice, so high and girlish. Innocent yet laden with sinful promises. Her wide, sky-blue eyes were mesmerizing as she stared admiringly up at him and reverently worshiped his aching rod.

“I do, baby. Honestly, I do. But I think… there’s something wrong with me. Brain is all fuzzy…”

“That’s why I need to take care of you, Daddy. Focus on my voice. My eyes. My tits.” She lifted her teensy crop top, giving her gravity-defying melons a shimmy before returning to his twitching knob. “I’ll always look after you. Nothing else matters more than my big, strong man. Do my baby girl hands feel good on your enormous stud-cock?”

They felt amazing to Liam, and the ointment she rubbed on him warmed like a heat balm, stimulating the engorged tissue even further. Gabby’s smooth, sinuous strokes were luxurious. Her buttery-soft palm and fingers were like the richest satin around him, eliciting pulses of deep pleasure that shivered up his spine.

“So good… oh sweet baby girl. Don’t stop.”

He looked huge in her tiny grasp. Larger than a man of his slight build had any right to be.

Except, he wasn’t that underfed wimp anymore.

A few days of healthy country living had put some meat on Liam’s bones, and the borrowed clothing felt tight when his new muscles flexed convulsively under the ravishing blonde’s intimate touch.

That should have been concerning too, but Gabby’s enchanting face, captivating eyes, and hypnotically swaying tits commanded a lot of attention. His mouth and cock drooled for her. Precum foamed from the plum-sized tip. She lapped it up with broad strokes of her nimble tongue.

“So… good.” Liam huffed, thrusting toward her plush lips but failing to find his target when she suddenly pulled away. “Wha–what? You… you gotta suck it, baby. Gonna cum soon.”

“Not yet, Daddy.” Gabby crooned, fastening her fingers into a vise-like ring around his base. “Hold it in a bit longer, okay? Do it for me. I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

“Huh? Please, I–I need to cum, Gabby.” Liam groaned, bucking his hips. She held on tight. “Why… why?!”

“This is for your own benefit, Daddy.” A clinical intelligence shone behind those hypnotic cerulean orbs. “I can’t let you become another mindless producer. You must learn control if you want to reach your full potential. I want my Daddy to be the very best. Hold off until I say so, ‘kay?”

His dopey mind couldn’t parse what she was saying, too saturated in lust and hormones to comprehend her nonsense.

She’d pinched off the outflow of Liam’s impending climax, only to dive headlong onto his strangulated immensity with slobbering enthusiasm. Her cheeks hollowed, and neck bulged as she took him to the hilt. The denied gratification churned like a hurricane in his painfully clenching balls, building and demanding immediate release.

“Jesus. Gabby, please…” Liam was strong enough to tear her off him physically, but the risk of injuring his gorgeous angel was utterly repellant. “Don’t make me wa-wait much longer.”

”Hmmmm~...” Gabriella’s hum of approval resonated along his throat-fucking length, and the edges of her cock-stuffed lips curled up in a grin.

He stood there like a trembling statue, fists clenching and unclenching as she performed heinous acts of erotic ****. If he dared a thrust, she withdrew just enough to maintain the slow sucking rhythm. Her dazzling blue eyes never left him until Liam was drowning in them.

Scorching heat built in his turgid flesh, his knees turned to jelly, and salty sweat prickled his brow. Gabby’s cinching grip never loosened, keeping him on the agonizing brink.

Minutes that felt like hours passed. Searing bliss without an outlet stripped Liam’s existence down to the adamantine core. Hardening and toughening him in an infernal forge fueled by the primal imperative to paint the young blonde bombshell with his backed-up seed, then tame her naughty pussy with his mighty bull-cock.

“That’s enough, baby… it has to be.” He wheezed, on the verge of rupturing a nut. “Please… let me cum already. It’s starting to hurt.”

”Hmmmff!” Gabriella slurped her way off his meaty magnitude and gifted him a sloppy smile. “You did great, Daddy. Ready for your reward? I’ll count down from three.”

Liam’s heart thudded in his chest when she mashed her creamy cleavage around the tip and purred in satisfaction.

“Three…”

Gabby used her elbows to envelope him firmly within the soft valley of cock-smothering tit-flesh.

“Two…”

Liam’s adrenaline surged, his cock lurched wildly in her chesty prison.

“One…”

She slid the tight seal of her fingers from the throttled base to his bulbous tip before letting go with a flamboyant flourish.

“Zero, Daddy. Give me all you’ve got.”

“YAAAHHH!!” Liam roared with relief, shaking dust from the rafters.

Spraying like a broken fire hydrant, he burst between Gabby’s massive melons, blowing a pint of steamy jizz that fountained upward to splash her chin. More pumped out of his anguished balls, hosing the impetuous blonde’s pink crop top, neck, and jaw like a five-alarm fire.

Cum oozed down her buoyant breasts and hung in gooey tapers from her hard nipples, glossy her fair skin. It felt like a river of lewd indulgence flowed out of Liam, washing his thoughts and insides clean, taking his tattered soul on a white-water rapid ride.

When his heartbeat eventually slowed and the muscle tremors faded, a sharp sense of clarity remained. A post-nut clearing of the mental clouds that overcast his rational mind.

Gabby wallowed in his copious spend, an unbelievable quantity drooping in viscous ropes from her breathtaking young body, moaning and gasping as she rubbed it in like skin lotion.

What the hell was going on at this farm, and how was he still rock-hard after that?!

It wasn’t natural, Liam’s gain in size and semen output. His borrowed clothing stretched taut over muscle he hadn’t possessed mere days ago and…

“Wow, thank you, Daddy.” She purred, her sparkling sapphire eyes met his again, and the wildflower perfume more cloying than ever. “I’m totally impressed by how well you handled me. My hungry little pussy is positively drenched! Can you guess what I want to do next?”

As quickly as they had fled, the clouds returned—fluffy, pink cumulonimbus that blotted out his cognitive mindscape.

The feed shed around them lost some definition, taking on a faint rosy glow. Gabby was responsible for that, but Liam couldn’t articulate how or why that was.

No matter, he repaid the buxom nymphet for the offense soon afterward by piledriving her tight cunt into the dusty floor of a stable. Shapely legs locked securely around his pounding hips, and straw sticking to her golden hair.

“Fill me with your potent seed, Daddy! Hyaaa~! Stuff my good girl womb with your baby-making cum!”

The day had been productive, and Gabriella led Liam back to the dining hall as the setting sun tinted the sky in the evening's purplish hue. His body was sore from the intensive labor, but a relaxed smile lounged on his lips as he watched the effervescent blonde’s bubble butt sashay in her short denim skirt.

“Fantastic work today, Daddy.” She gushed, guiding him by the hand. Hers was small and delicate in his large mitt. “I couldn’t believe how easily you lifted the tractor out of that pothole. The other girls will be super jealous when I tell them.”

It hadn’t been much of a hole, barely a divet in the dirt track, and he’d only lifted the rear corner while Gabby eased the machine forward, but her praise was welcome. It felt nice to be appreciated.

It felt even nicer when she blew him amid the vast rows of waving grain.

“The least I could do, baby.” He replied, giving her ass a playful slap. The way she wiggled those thick buns was captivating. “Thanks for helping me out.”

She chirped excitedly at the smack, then shot him a coquettish wink. “I especially enjoyed watching you move all that timber, Daddy. How you carried those roofing beams like they weighed nothing got me all hot and bothered.”

Liam hadn’t understood why Gabby needed the old stack of construction material moved from one side of the field to the other. Weeds had sprouted over the heavy planks, making the job doubly tiresome, but she had insisted they be shifted and brought him another pitcher of her special lemonade when the task was complete.

Then he’d really given her the wood, hammering his baby girl like a nail over the rehomed pile of timber with the saccharine chemical sweetener buzzing through his bloodstream.

Each time Liam came like a fountain, and that creeping dreadful wrongness niggled the back of his brain, only to recede like an ocean wave under the blinding spotlight beam of Gabby’s cheerful devotion.

She was brilliantly bright, beautiful, and affectionate.

Hornier than a hellcat in heat too, which was a blessing because Liam’s middle-aged libido was experiencing a major revival.

It was easy to get pulled into her guileless energy. To simply follow along and bask in her child-like joy, not stressing the ol’ gray matter with unnecessary bullshit.

Everything was just so nice living on a farm. Way less complicated than working in the city doing complicated… um, what did he do again?

“Oops! Gotta take a quick detour, Daddy.” Gabby tried to steer him into the gap between two outbuildings, but Liam was a boulder, fixed in place as he clocked a cattle hauler parked in front of the Big House and its intended cargo.

Thaddius and three other hulking farmhands were ushered into the enclosed truck bed by several ubiquitous cousins wearing crisp white lab coats over their frippy summer dresses. The shaggy-haired giant appeared resigned. Shoulders stooped as he shambled up the loading ramp.

“Where are they taking him?” Liam asked, unease stirring his gut. “Why are they taking him?”

“It’s fine, Daddy. I said I’d take care of him, remember?” Gabriella grabbed his chin and yanked it down to face her. She had to stand on tippy-toes to reach him. “That useless lummox tried to take me away from you. So I arranged for him to go someplace else. Another ranch where he’ll be happier with lots of sunshine, greener pastures, and plenty of heifers to stud. It’s better for everyone this way.”

She looked earnest and a bit worried. Tears welled in the corners of her sky-blue eyes. Liam’s heart melted for her.

“Thank you, baby.” He wrapped a strapping arm around Gabby and leaned down for a passionate kiss. She reciprocated by shoving her eager tongue into his mouth with a ravenous moan. “I trust your judgment.”

“You should, Daddy. I want nothing but the best for you.”

Liam wasn’t entirely sure he believed that as the truck rumbled away. But the press of his baby girl’s curvy body and her floral scent were intoxicating.

He resolved to investigate later when he could sneak away on his own recognizance.

First, he needed to take care of the epic hard-on currently boring a hole through his jeans.

End of Part Two.