Chapter Sixteen

“Say ‘Aaah’, Daddy”

“Aaaah…”

Liam chewed contentedly on the barbecue pork ribs his baby girl fed him.

They sat on a picnic blanket in a clover field dotted with daisies. The sun was bright, and the weather was fine. A banquet of old-fashioned home cooking was laid out on paper plates, and a wicker basket sat next to the lemonade pitcher off to one side.

It was picturesque.

Two lovers on an outing, enjoying the serenity of nature. Cuddling and canoodling. A scene from a romance novel. Birds sang in the trees. A mild breeze ruffled their hair—everything was perfect.

Good feed. Green grass. His best girl lavishing him with adoration. What more could a guy ask for?

“Quit boggarting the cock, sis.” A plaintive voice whimpered. “No fair. It’s my turn already.”

Sordid slurping sounds were the only reply. Liam frowned at the unwelcome disruption.

“Behave, you two.” Gabby waved a fork imperiously. “Play nice or I’ll revoke all access to Daddy’s dick.”

“Noooo…” Came the slurred response. Dixie speaking with her mouth full. “Jush un mwore minud…”

The bratty brunette stretched out on her front, propped up by her hefty hooters with her head in Liam’s lap, pillowy lips forming a sloppy seal around his engorged tip.

Trixie was identically positioned on his other side. Cowboy boots kicked idly in the air above her world-class booty, giving her twin the stink-eye from less than an inch away.

“You heard her, sis.” Dribble speckled her chin and it wasn’t for the food. “Now, pass him over before ya ruin this for us both.”

Whining like an injured animal, Dixie relinquished her lip-lock, licking her chops. Trixie took her place with a happy squeal, immediately throating Liam’s stubborn stiffness with exuberant efficiency.

With a satisfied grunt, he returned to eating. His baby girl had everything in hand.

“So what’s the plan, Gabs?” Dixie asked, staring pure envy at her cock-gobbling sibling. “Ruby’ll be suspicious when we bow out of the race. She’s cunning and won’t fall for the same trick. What’s up with his cum anyway? It’s like nothing I’ve ever–”

“Ah ah, that’s my secret.” Gabby waggled the fork again, flicking steak juices everywhere. “If you girls had spent more time in the chemistry lab instead of on your backs, you might–just maybe–have figured it out. But you didn’t, and now your Daddy’s pretty lil’ cumsluts. Leave Ruby to me, or rather… to him.”

She fed him the steak, rare and perfectly seared, with a chipper grin followed by a peck on the cheek. Liam gave her soft tits a polite ‘thank you’ mauling.

“Fine, be that way. What do I know? But I reckon you’re taking a risk putting your eggs in one basket. Even if it’s one hell of a basket. Does Ma know this big secret of yours?”

“Miss Lily respects the rules enough not to pry, but she probably has an inkling. Here, have some more lemonade, Daddy. It’s your favorite.” She pressed a tall glass to his mouth and tipped. Saccharine sweetness pervaded his flavor receptors with that oddly artificial aftertaste that made his dick lurch. Trixie gagged but didn’t slow. “Complacency was your downfall, dear sister. Trusting power in numbers to carry you across the line. No innovation. Simply stagnation. Even Ruby realizes that won’t cut it. Her bulls barely get to touch her yet she’s ranked higher than you airheads.”

“Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.” Dixie growsed, still watching her twin enthusiastically polishing Liam’s knob. “You’re a poor winner, Gabs. Can’t deny the results, though. He’s a goddam beast. When’s it my turn again? Fucking dying for another fix over here.”

“After Daddy has fed Trixie her lunch, you greedy whore.” Gabby turned to him with wide puppy dog eyes. Cerulean blue eyes, the color of calm Mediterranean oceans. “Can you do that for me, sir? Please? Please feed my poor, starving cumslut sister your potent seed. Cum for your baby girl… cum for me.”

Her pleading gaze and kittenish tone sent Liam over the edge. Grunting, he emptied his tireless balls directly into the mewling heifer’s belly. She shuddered erotically, gulping down every last drop like a relapsing alcoholic getting drunk at a wedding. Features going slack and hazy.

Liam didn’t notice her falling to the ground in a twitching daze. Another mouth engulfed his burly bulldick. Hot, wet and eager.

“Thank you, Daddy! You’re the bestest, most amazing stud any girl could wish for.”

That was nice.

He felt good, powerful, and with his precious Gabby by his side, nothing else mattered.

End of Part Three.

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