Chapter Nine

Verdant green grass tickled Liam’s toes as he stood naked in the field. The scent of recent rain and loamy soil saturated the air while a quiet, droning noise reverberated from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Distant objects blurred and melded together like chalk pictures washing away, but nearby, there was the distinct impression of other people wandering the open grassland.

They swam into focus as though becoming more defined–more real–by Liam’s interest in them, clarifying into the forms of women.

Beautiful women, ranging from daringly young to lusciously mature, gloriously bare like he was and enchanting to behold. They milled about unabashed by their nudity, basking in the sunshine and murmuring inaudibly to each other.

His eyes drank in their full chests, wide hips, and ripe rumps like a drunk sailor on shore leave. They wiggled deliciously with each strutting step, casting him smoky come-hither glances from under dense manes of lustrously long hair.

Liam’s cock throbbed like jungle drums on the warpath.

Looking down only reminded him how pleasingly large he was in build. Cut muscle strapped his seven-foot frame. Hewn marble pecks, shoulders, delts, and abs shone with a patina of healthy perspiration in the heat. His manhood jutted forth, girthy and rigid as a stone column, ready set for a good day's work.

That was good, too. So much about the field and the flock of immensely breedable females felt right. They clearly admired and desired him, so strong and masterful. It was how things should be. He was a provider and protector of his herd.

“Oh… hi?” A high feminine voice chirped from behind Liam.

“Hi, hi!” Echoed another, equally animated.

Turning, Liam discovered two identical, hyper-voluptuous brunettes with inflated pornstar figures wearing nothing but brass cowbells jangling on leather collars around their necks. Chocolate-colored hair spilled over their stupefying knockers like Willy Wonka’s waterfall.

And stupefying was the correct term for them. His brain all but boiled with primal lust at the sight of such substantial endowments, too overheated to form a greeting.

Did he know these young heifers? They seemed vaguely familiar…

“Hey, isn’t that Gabby’s new bull? The guy from dinner the other night.” One twin asked the other, checking Liam out as she walked a circle around him.

“Yeah, but what’s he doing out–” Her sister’s reply was drowned out by a surge in the droning white noise. Their voices grew distant as though in a wind tunnel. He didn’t mind, especially when she reached to cup his cheek until the drone subsided. “Look at his pupils, they’re completely–” the sound blared again, “–isn’t responsive.”

The cute little creature smiled winsomely at him: all shiny teeth and tits. Liam smiled back. His turgidity twitched at her proximity. Cushiony softness mashed against Liam’s back as warm hands glided down his spine, over his sides, and fastened onto his base.

“This part is still plenty responsive,” The first twin chortled, pumping it toward her sister’s flat belly. “Oh, I understand now. He’s in his first–” more loud droning, “–and sleepwalking. That’s unusual. Do you suppose he’s lucid?”

The second brunette’s gaze gleamed with hunger, but her voice was playful as her fingers also found his engorged shaft. “There’s only one way to know for certain. Surely Gabby won’t mind if we sample her stud–being a kind, sharing sibling and all.”

“Surely not. We’d be doing her a favor by confirming he’s up to snuff.”

“And he won’t object none. Isn’t that right, handsome?”

Liam could only grunt when a healthy spurt of precum erupted from him. It was a blessed sensation that he felt rather than witnessed since the curvaceous heifer’s enormous udders eclipsed any view of his hard cock. Her happy sigh and giggles signaled the other buxom females in the field to gather closer.

“Gosh, what has that girl been–” the white noise intensified momentarily, “–him? That’s a potent load by any standard.” She gasped, sniffing gooey fingers and taking a lick. “Mmmm~... Definitely has some–” that damn buzzing returned, “–and other unfamiliar elements to it. Reckon he can keep producing, Trixie?”

“I’m as keen to find out as you are, Dixie.”

Liam snorted in frustration, shaking his seething skull to clear the irritating static, blowing hot breath from flared nostrils.

Around the pruriently engaged trio, his other women–no, his herd–clustered. Watching in doe-eyed envy and squirming with an instinctive yearning, they dropped to all fours in seductive crawls. Huge, milk-laden tits furrowed the turf, thick haunches wagged like tails, and nectar-slick thighs churned together with need.

The aroma of animal arousal fogged the breeze. There was an unmistakable scent of fertile, unbred pussy overdue for bestial rutting, ready to be fucked full of Liam’s alpha seed and ensure a lively calving season next autumn.

Hews of pink smudged across the hazy background when the mega-stacked Dixie dropped to her knees, gleefully engulfing his enraged knob between rosebud lips. Her sister, giving him the reach-around, quickened her jacking rhythm, slick fingers gliding back and forth, her smooth pelvis plastered to his flexing rump.

“That’s it, handsome. Just like that.” Trixie murmured sultry encouragement. “Does my sister’s little whore mouth feel good around your big bull cock? You can get rough with her, ya know. We love it when a strong, virile stud takes control and uses us like sexy-as-hell fucktoys.”

That sounded good–no, better than good. It sounded like the gospel truth, and Liam was definitely a strong, virile stud. Wasn’t he?

Trixie began pushing him with her broad hips, edging his gob-stopping girth deeper into her sister’s suckling maw. Taking the cue, he sank his large fingers into Dixie’s dense curtain of chocolate tresses and began thrusting.

“Ooomff~... Mmmmm!”

He kept the initial pumps shallow. Probing her limits while the ravenous young heifer eagerly throated his strangulating shaft. Saliva bathed her chin as she sloppily sucked and swallowed the gloopy ropes of precum pouring out of him. It dripped onto her wobbling melons, a pearly white puddle collecting in the valley of her gravity-defying cleavage.

“Good boy, what a fantastic stud you are.” Trixie praised, running her moist tongue along his shoulder blade. “She’s such a greedy cow, though. Me and my sister are constantly playing up and acting naughty. We need a powerful bull to keep us in hand… to dominate us. You can feed her more, can’t you?”

Liam could. He knew he could!

Articulating that revelation into actual words was a tricky proposition, though. Each time he tried, deep grunts and baritone groans replaced intelligible speech. A bubblegum fogbank blotted out the blurry horizon, and pink tendrils wafted over the green pasture like wisps of candy floss.

He power-fucked Dixie’s enchanting face, using the **** grip in her silky hair to maneuver it at different angles to serve his pleasure best. She gulped and gagged on his invasive length, hands twisting between her trembling thighs, neck bulging obscenely with every penetration.

Liam was in charge. He was their breeder and protector. Trixie’s cunt smeared wet trails across his bucking glutes. Her sandwiched teets–and those of his herd of lusty beauties surrounding them–leaked creamy lactate.

They moaned out a low, urgent symphony around Liam. Touching and rubbing themselves impatiently, turning on all fours to proffer puffy pussies, glistening with womanly dew beneath the swell of big juicy butts, pleading to be mounted.

Dozens of them stared soulfully back at him over bare shoulders, watering the grass with their free-flowing milk and honey. Their wordless, erotic entreaties sounded like… mooing.

”Huuurgh!” Dixie gurgled ecstatically when he suddenly exploded down her tight gullet. ”Mmmnff…”

Liam unleashed a monumental payload into the bimbo cow skewered on his mighty prong. What had to be a gallon of potent seed roiled out of him like anti-aircraft fire, blasting into her belly. He bellowed at the heavens, head thrown back and fingers clamping her skull in place, riding the tide of release until it finally receded, and he let Dixie go.

“Gluurp~!” She slobbered her way off his throat-stretching rigidity just in time to catch the last viscous jet across her reddened cheeks and grinned through a gluey mouthful of spunk. “Ish weally good.”

“Hey, give me a taste.” Trixie protested, dancing out from behind Liam to lock lips with her twin. “Mmmm, you’re not wrong. What is that strange flavor, though?”

She bent at the waist to lick the kneeling cow’s face, her milky udders swaying and thick rear propped up. Liam’s bull brain and rock-hard cock were stuck in a single-minded loop.

“Moooo… mooore…” He guttered, aligning himself at Trixie’s sodden entrance, then pushing inexorably forward. “Mooore...”

“Wha–Oh! Give a girl a little warning, handsome.” She gasped, shaking her round hips enticingly as he latched onto them. “Gabby’s really got you heavily–” another flash of static, “–doesn’t she?”

“Gracious,” Her jizz-soaked sister giggled. “He’s gone full–” the white noise buzzed, “–on the first try.”

Liam tuned out their meaningless chirping. Frisky young heifers could get vocal during the studding. Time and a few rounds of rough rutting would settle them down. He chuffed out a snort, enjoying the snug wetness parting around his throbbing shaft.

The pink mist had congealed into a dense fog around them. The other females of his herd were reduced to hazy silhouettes. Indisputably feminine outlines sprouting small curling horns on their heads and swishing thin tails with tufted ends behind their rumps.

They lowed and mooed. Quiet yearning calls to Liam as he hammered Trixie with long, cunt-bruising blows.

“Hnnnnh! That’s it, stud. Give my naughty pussy all you’ve got.” She cried, slapping her muscular hindquarters back into him. “Spank my ass and treat me like your horny cow-slut! Yank my hair while Dixie drains my overflowing titties!”

Mildly perplexed, Liam tilted his perspective to find the mega-titted cow in question bracing her sister’s stooped shoulders with puckered lips latched around a heavy swinging teet.

She winked cheekily when their gazes met. Cum-coated cheeks hollowed as she suckled.

Chuffing out short grunts, Liam seized a fistful of loose chocolate tresses and pulled, making Trixie squeal. Her spine arched like a drawn bow, dragging her back into his pounding penetrations so vigorously that her ass clapped audibly at each agonizing impact, and the cowbell on her collar clattered.

Then he brought his palm down in a none-too-gentle blow across her ricochetting buttocks.

“AAAH! YES!! Haaaah~! Ju-just like that, handsome. Keep fucking me!”

Fluids gushed from their joined sexes as he kept plowing wailing heifer at a merciless pace, cracking his hand across her A-grade rump. Trixie’s bodacious young figure shook and jerked spasmodically as Liam pulverized her G-spot. Milk sprayed from her udders with each trainwrecking climax, showering her nursing sister beneath them.

He fucked like a goddamn prize stallion–no, that wasn’t right… He rutted like a championship rodeo bull! Bucking and humping into the sexy cow-slut’s gravid body, high on endorphins and adrenaline with no thoughts other than a fiery determination to pack her with life-giving seed.

The drive to swell her empty belly with his offspring was all-consuming. The base animalistic instinct to breed and procreate crystalized like a blazing bright diamond in his core while her convulsing snatch tugged and gripped at his pistoning shaft.

“Oh god. Oh shit. Christ, you’re gonna make me cum again!” Trixie howled, on the verge of collapsing into well-fucked heap, only kept upright by the fist in her hair and unbending cock spearing her depths. “Aaaah! Fuck me, fuck me… I’m about to fly apart!”

Liam didn’t need telling. He was a prime fucking stud. An uber-hung breeding machine who would stuff her fertile young womb with virile seed, then do the same for her cow-slut sister and every other unbred heifer in his herd.

He was their bull. Their protector. Their… Alpha.

The word slotted into place like a missing puzzle piece in his mind. It fit perfectly with what he was and the role he was born to play. It felt proper and correct, and he was a stoneheaded dolt for not realizing it earlier.

“Mooo… Mooawr!” Liam rumbled in joyous revelation, slamming the bonelessly flopping bimbo to the base of his bull-cock before exploding. “MOOOOOAWR!!”

“YEEESSSS~!”

Molten ecstasy seared through him like a firestorm, fountaining out into Trixie’s taut belly with mind-melting ****. A whole minute passed like that, basting her insides while a dizzy grin split his face.

Not a worry in the world, which had turned decidedly pink and fluffy.

“Holy shit, sis. Was that for real?” Dixie, a dripping mess of lactate and ejaculate, slung an arm around her twin in support when she toppled off his monster dick. “Are you okay?”

“Oof, yeah. Gonna be a while before my legs work properly, but I’m alright.” Trixie tittered drunkenly. “Better than alright, truthfully. Stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey. Gabby’s new stud packs a lot of punch for a featherweight. Can’t imagine what she’s feeding him.”

Their chatter was a distant distraction. Everything seemed delightfully floaty and adrift on strawberry clouds with a hint of half-remembered wildflower perfume.

“Ga-Gabby?”

The name came unbidden to Liam’s lips, and a sense of wrongness seeped into his sex-addled psyche.

“Damn, he’s coming around. Quick, we have to get him back under the–”

White noise drowned out the inane chatter of the cows as they led him away into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

A big shout-out to supporter VoidGolem for suggesting this sexy tale and brainstorming smutty ideas with me. Advanced chapters—in fact, all 11k words of part two of this story—are available on my BuyMeACoffee page for the low price of a hot cuppa. Cheers, and happy reading!