Chapter Fourteen

Liam sat in the sun outside the chow hall, pretending to examine his feet.

The nails on each toe were discolored and gnarled, possibly ingrown, but that wasn’t what occupied his attention. He was trying to recall the results of his late-night reconnaissance the previous evening.

He’d snuck into the Big House hunting for Gabby… or was it something else? Answers, perhaps? Proof that foul play was afoot? There had been the winding halls, getting lost, then finding the infirmary.

He’d been in pain, Liam remembered that much. There were jumbled flashes of a television… and maybe a blonde woman? He wasn’t certain. Everything became hazy at some point.

Should he be worried about a fungal infection? Those toenails looked like nicotine-stained teeth. It wasn’t normal.

Whatever had occurred, Liam had awoken in his bunk along with the rest of the farmhands when Mister Randolph, the farm boss, rang the morning bell and ordered them all to wash before breakfast.

The older cowboy had eyeballed him suspiciously when he followed the others into showers.

Sharp needles stabbed Liam’s skull. He probed at the sore spots finding two small lumps the size of quail eggs beneath the skin above his ears.

Had he bumped his head last night? That could explain the memory loss, but…

The foreboding sense of wrongness returned as though the clouds shading his thoughts had parted, allowing the light of cognition to shine once again.

What was he still doing here?!

There was a job in Detroit waiting for him—a fresh start in life. Liam was a programmer, not a field hand. Why was he dressed in borrowed coveralls performing menial tasks like a day laborer, and where was his damn car?

He shot to his feet in alarm, only to waver when a dizzy spell overtook him.

“There he is!” The voice belonged to Dixie. The brunette stood a ways off with fists on double-wide hips, glaring accusingly at Liam with her twin beside her. “We don’t much appreciate being blown off yesterday, Buster. Think you’re better than us, huh?”

“Or is he hidin’ something?” Trixie mirrored her sister’s pose; ginormous hooters out-thrust. “Keepin’ Gabby’s secrets tucked away in them big brass balls?”

The overtly voluptuous vixens were distractingly attired in booty-hugging yoga shorts and tiny tube tops that clashed incongruously with their cowgirl boots and hats. Showing so much supple young flesh, Liam couldn’t prevent the visceral, physical response below his beltline.

They looked like stripper versions of the wholesome country girls they were meant to be. A couple of sluts, begging to be bred. Horny heifers who hadn’t been marked by a proper bull yet.

He chuffed out steam through flaring nostrils, all other thoughts retreating. They met his challenging glare with cocked hips and eyebrows.

“DAAAAAADDDDY!!”

A bouncy blonde missile struck Liam’s side, coming out of nowhere to circle slender arms around his waist. The heady scent of wildflower perfume immediately identified his assailant, sight unseen.

“Hey there, baby girl. Where’ve you been?” He grumbled, looping a beefy arm around Gabby without breaking the staring contest. The twins didn’t even blink, though their posture became more inviting. Hardened nipples drilled through their flimsy tops. “Missed you yesterday.”

“I’m so so so sorry, Daddy, and I missed you too! Ma pulled me aside for some dreadfully boring farm business that took ages. I was daydreaming about you the whole time. Up, up!” The bubbly bombshell raised her hands like a child wanting to be carried. Sighing fondly, he hoisted her onto his hip. She snuggled in happily and kept babbling. “I told her you needed me–what with your injuries and all–but she said I have responsibilities and shouldn’t lose my head over…”

Liam let Gabby ramble. The sound of her girlish voice was a balm to his troubled soul. The soft feel of her lush, youthful figure pressed into his side, and her floral scent smothered him like a comforting blanket.

The twins watched them, smirking lasciviously. Maintaining flirty eye contact, Dixie pulled Trixie in for a hug. Their curvy bodies smooshed together, hands roving in a way that wasn’t at all sisterly. Stunning faces pressed cheek to cheek, they winked at him, shaking their globular asses in those insufficient yoga shorts and twining fingers through each other’s wavy hair.

When it seemed they were about to kiss, and Liam’s uncoiling cock was scheming to tear free of the coveralls, Gabby caught his distracted expression.

“And I packed us a super special picnic for… huh?” She followed his gaze to her cuddly siblings and scowled. “Oh, have these poaching bitches been bugging you, Daddy? Don’t pay them any heed. Ignore the insects. They’ll eventually buzz off. They don’t love you as much as I do.”

Then she claimed him with a passionate kiss, lips parting and tongues dancing until they were necking like hormonal teenagers. Liam filled his palms with her peachy buttocks. Gabby only wore a meager white sundress and his hands found only a tiny thong obstructing access to her wonderfully pliable flesh beneath the frippy fabric.

“Hey, don’t ignore us!” Trixie whined. “That’s not fair.”

“Yeah, you’re up to something, Gabs. His vectors are way outside regular parameters.” Dixie accused, “We want a slice of the action!”

Liam’s brain was swampy with lust. His darling baby girl wriggled in his grasp, her precious pussy dripped for him. The smell of her skin–the feel of her plush contours pushing into him triggered a primitive animal instinct to protect and mate this paragon of femininity.

Nothing else mattered.

He slid a probing finger between her sodden folds, enjoying her twitching responses when he stroked the sensitive spot inside her clutching channel.

“Woah, not here, Daddy.” Gabby husked into his mouth. “If the sluts want a show, let’s give them a private one.”

Hopping down, the adorable blonde took him by the bulge and –after a few encouraging squeezes–led him by the proverbial leash to an outbuilding stocked with broken farm gear. A cold forge and a large steel anvil rested off to the side where she directed him to sit.

“You’re not getting away that easily, princess.” Dixie stalked in with her twin hot on her heels. “Has Ma signed off on your methods?”

“She doesn’t have to. I’ve got carte blanche like the rest of you.” Gabby replied smugly, unbuttoning Liam’s fly. “All’s fair in love and war, and you’ll adore what my stud is packing. Someone close the door. We weren’t raised in the barn.”

“Wha… baby girl, what are you doing?” Liam asked, blinking rapidly when she fished out his hardening shaft and started teasing the tip with her pink-painted fingernails. The anvil wasn’t the most comfortable perch. “We can’t–”

“Shhh~... it’s okay, Daddy.’ She cooed sweetly, stepping between his spread knees to block their view. “We’re just going to put these pushy brats in their place. It’ll be fun, I promise. Now, sit back and let your baby girl look after this delicious Daddy dick.”

She didn’t have to bend far to lick the turgid head, their height difference and his preposterous length nearly had him at her eye level. She appeared small and delicate when handling Liam’s veiny sledgehammer, as though a single swing might shatter her.

That couldn’t be right, could it? His manhood had never been… well, it wasn’t the weapon she was wielding in those silky-soft hands.

Yet somehow, it was–the jolts of hedonistic joy that every spine-stiffening pump elicited cemented that fact. Gabby stared coyly through her long lashes at him, her cerulean eyes sparkling with innocent adoration.

Liam felt like he was drowning in those sapphire orbs. It was a struggle to speak through the crushing weight of her giddy affection, but he mustered the last scraps of his flagging will, “Baby, listen. I don’t know–”

“So, what’s the deal? A trade? I’ll offer you the pick of our stables. Two for one if that’s the case.” Dixie spoke up while Trixie wrestled with the smithy doors. “He’s domesticated, right? I’ll speak freely; we’re more interested in whatever new therapy you’ve developed to get these results.”

“A lil’ help here? These hinges are rusty as hell!”

“Don’t listen to her, Daddy. Focus on me.” Gabby crooned, pressing her cotton-covered tits around his girth. They were perfect pillows, bursting from her sundress when the thin fabric was shoved between them. “I’ll make you feel good. I always make my big, strong Daddy feel good. Focus on my hands, my tits, and my mouth worshiping you. That’s all that matters.”

Liam’s mind floundered. Rationality oozed from his cockhead to soil her pretty dress. Each pearly drop she coaxed out exponentially reduced his ability to care about anything else.

He ignored the prattling women, zeroing in on his baby girl’s fulsome funbags.

“Loose lips sink ships, sister.” Gabby warned, chasing another bead of sticky precum. Liam grunted when she licked him clean. “Mmmm… He’s mine and I wouldn’t swap him for your entire herd of docile dimwits. But I might ante my methodology on a friendly wager.”

“What’s she doing? I can’t see.” Trixie complained, finally clanging the door shut.

“A bet? Name the stakes.” Dixie sounded wary. “But if you won’t take livestock in trade, what can we offer?”

“Yourselves, of course.” Gabby squished her malleable melons around Liam’s rod and slathered it with smooches. He rested a catcher-sized mitt on her skull, gently applying downward pressure. She resisted with a gurgling moan. “Mmmph~! Thank you, Daddy. I’ll suck you like a good little girl real soon. Keep fucking my titties for a while longer, please?”

“Ourselves? You can’t be serious.” The abrasive brunette snorted, “And why are you talking to him like that? It’s sickening.”

“I think it’s kinda cute.” Her twin panted, scuttling over and craning her neck for a peek at the action. “Are we fucking or what? I haven’t been plowed for hours. Talk about boring.”

Liam’s cum-laden balls pounded like war drums at the heifer’s confession. He was hornier than a sack of stouts, and she looked ready-made for breeding.

Those child-birthing hips begged to be grabbed, to be used like handles as he pistoned her repeatedly on his bull cock while nursing at her bodacious udders. Udders that would soon overflow with creamy lactate to feed his offspring.

“Can you stop being a total cumslut for two minutes?” Dixie snarled, “We’re negotiating. What are your terms, lil’ sis?”

“They’re simple. Just take my stud’s huge cock without losing your mind and I’ll give you my research data. If he cums before you do, it’s yours. All my secrets.” Gabby moaned, jacking him faster and sealing her plump, pouty lips over his spurting spout. ”Nrrrrh~! He tastes incredible, by the way. Try not to get addicted to his yummy seed.”

“Yeah, right. Trixie, you’re doomed to lose this bet. I’ll go first.”

“Hey, I can control myself… mostly.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand me, sis.” Gabby grinned over her shoulder at them. A string of cum dangled from her chin. “He’ll take on both of you at once. It’s the only way to level the playing field. Can’t have folks saying I’m not a fair-minded woman.”

Even while taunting her sisters, Gabby kept working Liam’s magnitude between her mind-boggling milkers. Locking him in place as she rolled and jiggled those mountains of tit-flesh. Their conversation was meaningless in the face of such overwhelming pleasure, merely the clucking of hens.

“Your funeral, Gabs.” Dixie scoffed, pulling off her tube top. “Thanks for warming him up, but I think I’ll have Trixie vacuum the spunk out of him now. This won’t take a minute. Step aside, let’s see what we’re working with.”

“Don’t show them any mercy, Daddy.” Gabby whispered. “Tame these naughty brats and make them regret doubting your manly prowess.”

A big shout-out to supporter VoidGolem for suggesting this sexy tale and brainstorming smutty ideas with me. Advanced chapters—in fact, all 10k words of part four of this story—are available on my BuyMeACoffee page for the low price of a hot cuppa. Cheers, and happy reading!