Chapter Twelve

Part Three

The chow hall hosted the usual complement of muscle-bound farmhands wordlessly munching through hearty breakfasts. Liam sat alone at his table, shoveling down a family-sized portion of biscuits and gravy between large bites of crispy bacon.

A stack of thick-cut rashes was piled high on a second tray beside his steaming coffee mug.

His appetites had grown alarmingly in the past… days… weeks? Time was difficult to track in this simpler life. Mornings and evenings blurred together, filled with honest labor and the passionate adoration of his sweet baby girl.

Ruminating on appetites, Liam could only marvel at Gabby’s hunger for physical affection. The innocent country girl with her golden hair and bombshell curves was positively ravenous, as though he’d awakened a hellcat on their first night together…

When was that, exactly?

She was his constant companion and personal cheerleader. Always at hand with jubilant praise, ready to assist when his mind wandered (as it had more and more often lately), batting her long lashes and crooning encouragement all the while.

…and taking his increasingly incorrigible cock in every way imaginable.

Liam chewed on a chunk of cornbread, remembering how she had driven a tractor through the sprawling wheat fields while he plowed her from behind. Both of them half-standing in the cramped cab with her bent over–plush tits squished into the steering column–denim skirt raised, offering her thick rump and glistening pink folds for him to rut.

“Oh, Daddy… Oooh, Daddy! You feel amazing. Your big, hard cock feels sooo~ fucking good! Give it to me… Aaah! Give your horny baby girl that fat Daddy dick!”

Anytime, anywhere, his angel-faced lover was endlessly devoted to satisfying him. Not just with sex either–though they made plenty of that.

Gabby ensured Liam remained hydrated with pitchers of her special lemonade, which he guzzled, ignoring the cloying chemical aftertaste. Then she rode, stroked, or sucked the inevitable sugar high straight out of him afterward.

She monitored his persistent headaches that plagued his poor skull, administering medication that brought blessed–if mildly fuzzy–relief from the pain.

Her intoxicating wildflower perfume would fill his nostrils when she tucked him into his bunk for the night, raining loving kisses on his lips and cheeks…

“Sleep tight, Daddy. I’ll be dreaming of you and fingering my tight, lil’ pussy until we meet again in the morning. Love you lots.”

So Liam was rightfully concerned when Gabby didn’t appear as her sisters and numerous cousins filed in to collect their dull-eyed charges for the busy day ahead. He sat in solitude, wringing a napkin in his meaty mitts while the mid-western belles coaxed the hulking farmhands outside.

“Aw, you’re all on your lonesome, good-looking. Want some company?” An enormously buxom brunette in low-cut, butt-flossing jean shorts and an earth-tone bikini top bounced over to him. Dixie, one of the twins, grinned impishly. “I’m certain Trixie and me can handle you. Miss Lily has Gabs tied up for the day with family stuff. You should come with us. We’d be happy to look after you in the meantime.”

“Super happy!” Her sister Trixie cat-called merrily, from where she ushered lumbering workers out the door. Her **** proportions jiggled invitingly in her identical outfit. “We’ll take real good care of ya, promise.”

Liam gaze was drawn to the deep cleft of her mesmerizing cleavage. The bikini top was unequal to the task of containing the abundance of tit-flesh, which appeared to possess a gravity of its own, dragging him in.

“I, uh… I should probably wait for…”

His bumbling tongue stilled when Dixie’s hands landed on his shoulders, massaging dense muscles as she leaned closer.

“Mmmm, so big and strapping. You’re growing faster than a weed in pig shit.” She drawled in that melodic country twang. “What’s my lil’ sis been feeding you? We’re dyin’ to know. Maybe we can… pump the secret outta you.”

The hyper-voluptuous brunette pushed Liam back in his seat, kicking out a shapely leg to straddle his lap. Her ample rear settled over the stiffening bulge in his jeans as her tremendous knockers eclipsed his vision.

He groaned when she began to wiggle and grind, unable to string coherent thoughts together under the sudden, sensual ****.

Feeding him?

Liam couldn’t fathom what Dixie was talking about. He ate the same grub as everyone else, if in unheard-of quantities. But his labor on the ranch was distinctly physical, demanding more calories… or whatever.

It was a challenge to focus with the full-figured sexpot writhing atop him. Her stupendous honkers in his face and that dynamite ass sandwiching his denim-clad protrusion.

“We think maybe she’s playin’ dirty.” Dixie whispered seductively, tilting her wide hips so his bulge slid between her plump thighs and squeezed. “Giving you the secret sauce. Juicing you on something special. Know anything about that, mister?”

Secret Sauce?

Liam’s brain was bogged in a mire of unwelcome lust and confusion. Something was wrong… fraying threads of reason tangled into an abhorrent knot of wrongness that he couldn’t put a name to…

“Careful, sis. Don’t wanna spill too many beans with listening ears about.” Trixie warned, closing the door and turning the lock.

“Nah, look at him. He’s deep in the conditioning phase. Dumb as a post and stiff as one too.” As if to illustrate her point, Dixie unzipped Liam, deftly extracting his traitorous erection. “Jesus, he’s even larger than the other night. Get over here and collect a sample, sister. I’ll keep him engaged.”

“Okey-dokey!” Trixie trilled, skipping over merrily.

“Geez, you’re such a cumslut sometimes. Try not to guzzle every drop this time. It’s important.”

“I said okay! Don’t hafta be a bitch about it.”

Liam was frozen with conflicting emotions and indecision. The pornstar farmgirl began teasing his shaft with expert skill, clamping it in her delectable thigh gap and riding him like a broomstick. The engorged tip kept brushing the lower hemispheres of her butt cheeks hanging out of the tiny cutoffs, shooting shocks of heady desire throughout him.

“You like that? Like my fat thighs and ass stroking your beefy dick?” Dixie cooed, clenching him tighter. “Guys love us thicc chicks. Their instincts tell ‘em we’re prime breeding material. Is that what you want, mister? Wanna slam this… big… stiff… bull cock into my fertile young pussy and knock me up?”

Her creamy melons smothered Liam, puckered nipples poking through the flimsy top to rake his chin. He couldn’t speak, protesting words lodged in his throat like a lozenge. This was wrong, but the will to resist her simply wasn’t there.

Then something warm, wet, and heavenly closed around his crown. Pliant lips, marshmallow-soft, captured him and started suckling.

If he could see past the obfuscating shelf of boobage, Liam would have discovered Trixie’s face buried in her twin’s gyrating rump, nursing on his tip like a starving infant. Her hot tongue spiraled and lashed, cheeks hollowing and lips forming a strict suctioning seal…

But he couldn’t. Instead, his balls boiled at the added sensation, layering more mind-addling pressure upon him.

“You do, dontcha? I’m half tempted to let it happen. Trixie was ditzy as hell after you hammered her stupid.” Dixie moaned, sounding excited as she quickened her lewd humping. “Was kinda jealous, but rules are rules. Can’t give the milk away for free. Gotta have standards, yeah? Even if I wanted a strong, mega-hung buck like you to make me a mommy, that’s a biiiig no-no.”

Her voice lacked conviction, every rolling thrust of her luscious hips betrayed the desire she fostered. Moisture saturated the thin stripe of denim separating their sexes. Trixie’s sucking and tonguing intensified, cajoling spurts of gloopy precum out of him.

Liam reeled, **** to tear away that insubstantial barrier and skewer this stacked temptress on his aggravated prong. He was strong in body but also weak. The act would be effortless. A simple mechanical movement that would result in sinful bliss for everyone concerned…

Yet it still felt wrong.

He felt as though he were betraying Gabby, his beloved baby girl. When she found out, the heartbreaking expression on her angelic face plagued his imagination, polluting the turbulent passion.

“Stop… no!” Liam gasped, rocketing to his feet and toppling the timber bench. The twins were sent sprawling with indignant squawks. “What are you… um, dammit, why can’t I think?!”

He clutched his temples as panicked recollections tumbled through the cotton wool-packed mind—snippets of conversations that didn’t make sense echoed in his ears.

“Ow, you said you had him…”

“I did have him. He shouldn’t be able–fuck, he’s doing a runner. Stop, stop!”

The wooden door came off the hinges when Liam charged it, barrelling through the group of farmhands waiting on the other side and into the wheat fields beyond.

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!