Chapter Twenty One

Part Five

“Almost there, Daddy! You’re doing great!”

Huffing and puffing, Liam planted one foot before the other, hauling on the heavy chain. Gabby cheered him on, steering the derelict tractor as he towed it out of the field.

The machine was a damn fossil, fused into a solid mass by decades of rust. Muddy furrows scored the ground behind shredded tires, which no longer spun, but his beloved baby girl insisted her cousin June could restore the abandoned antique.

The buxom farm mechanic's name itched at Liam’s mind like he’d forgotten something.

Something essential yet difficult to grasp… he vaguely recalled a wrecked car?

Whatever.

Remembering shit was tricky, busy as Liam was. His days were chock-a-block full of vitally important tasks that needed doing–Gabby told him so all the time.

“I don’t know how we got by without you, Daddy.”

Take this morning, for instance. Liam had woken at dawn when Mr Randolph turned off the buzzing PA system and rang the morning bell. Funny thing that. The white noise from the crackling speakers relaxed the most ornery farmhands each night, lulling them into a deep, restful sleep.

They showered, dressed, and hit the mess hall. Wordless grunts were the basis of communication. They shuffled in line to be served by bright-eyed, smiling country belles. Heaping helpings of calorie-rich breakfast foods ladened their meal trays, consumed in silence as the heavy-built menfolk chowed down with appreciative grumbles.

The options were endless: biscuits and gravy, chicken-fried steak, grits and beans, mountains of mashed potatoes, fat sausages, Texas toast, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, golden hash browns, and syrup-soaked waffles.

Liam went back for seconds, then thirds, before he was satisfied. The sheer volume of food consumed could have fueled a group of CrossFit addicts for a week, and he needed every crumb. All the hard labor had gifted him muscles stacked atop more muscles, making him one of the largest males on the ranch.

Other bucks averted their dolorous gazes and shuffled aside whenever Liam approached.

As breakfast wound down, the girls appeared in a laughing, prattling, scantily attired gaggle. Flocking into the hall, they attached themselves to the hulking workers, gathering them in ones and twos, and led them away with flirty looks and cheerful chirping.

Gabby always led the pack, charging directly into his burly arms, squealing “DAAAADDY!!” to lather him in kisses. Their morning make-out session quickled devolved into heated dry humping while Dixie and Trixie watched on, squirming in envy.

His precious baby girl wore a floral print sundress with puffy sleeves that matched her wildflower perfume, showcasing her lush, young body to perfection. Liam had picked Gabby up so she could crush her generous bosom into his broad chest and grind that firm rump against his titanic bulge.

They had retreated to a woodshed to feed the twins their morning meal while she cooed and doted on him. The sisters fought for the chance to **** on Liam’s bull cock. Their expansive curves, clad in tiny denim cutoffs and flannel shirts knotted beneath their hefty hooters. Jostling and bickering between slurping him down.

“Cum for me, Daddy.” Gabby urged, producing a bottle of milk from nowhere and lifting it to his lips. “Make the stupid cow-sluts gag on your big daddy dick, Cum for me.”

The milk was warm, rich, and creamy—rocket fuel for his tireless libido, stoked by her loving words.

Liam had bellowed in roof-rattling rapture, blasting the bratty brunettes with buckets of copious seed. It seemed a minor miracle that nobody investigated the uproar.

But that was another thing about country life that niggled at his jellied brain. In the Before (a term Liam invented to describe his hazy, half-remembered past) he’d never imagined farming involved so much fucking!

A fella couldn’t walk past a barn or stroll through the wheat fields without spotting one of Gabby’s ubiquitous cousins blowing a well-hung stud or getting bent over a ranch fence for a rough fucking. The women’s shrill wails rang in contrast to the men's bestial grunts and vacant expressions.

Had Liam overlooked it somehow upon first arriving at the ranch?

And when was that exactly?

His head hurt from the effort of thinking. Fortunately, Gabby was always by Liam’s side with a comforting hand, a kind word and her tight wet pussy to calm his troubled mind.

Which he frequently needed. His large bull dick endured, stubbornly stiff no matter how many times she drained him.

“Oh, Daddy, yes! Your hard Daddy cock is all I want!” The bubbly blonde had squealed as Liam pounded her against a cottonwood tree. “Fuck me more… hyaaa! I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum for my big, hunky Daddy!”

As sweet and demure as she usually behaved, his baby girl had a dirty mouth once she got going. Moreover, it took more than a single release to settle Liam. So she’d guide him into one or both of her sisters, waiting eagerly on the sidelines, fingering themselves silly, while Gabby whispered filth into his ear.

“Use ‘em, Daddy. They’re just dumb cocksleeves for you to fuck and fill. Listen to their whorish moans. They’re addicted to your huge stud cock. They won’t fight back. Breed ‘em as often as you wish. They’ll keep crawling back for more.”

Liam's thoughts became streamlined during the heat of rutting. Simpler. Less crowded.

The heifers beneath him were just wombs for him to pack full of virile spunk.

Interchangeable objects upon which to slake his animal lust.

Wailing, shuddering vessels to carry his offspring.

The primal act dispelled any confusion. The numbers were easy. A smooth-brained moron could solve the equation. Cow pussy plus bull dick equaled relief… and maybe babies, if Gabby said so.

Liam congratulated himself. Counting usually involved his fingers.

Once he was thoroughly spent, the day’s labor resumed. Time passed in a blissful daze, employing his immense strength to complete cumbersome tasks under Gabby’s direction.

Liam ripped up tree stumps bare-handed, their vast root systems shedding soil when he tossed them aside. Packed earth and rock parted like sand when he drove ten-foot fence posts in a line across an unused paddock, easily manhandling the heavy lumber.

Passersby stopped to stare as he worked, particularly Gabby’s beautiful young cousins, their dim-witted companions forgotten. All the while, his baby girl clapped and cheered, showering him with praise, affection, and glasses of invigorating milk.

Returning the present, Liam dragged the old tractor to a halt outside the mechanic’s workshop, the twins following like ducklings. Gabby leapt off the driver’s seat, flying towards him.

“You’re the best, Daddy! I love you soooo much.” She gushed as he caught her. “That snooty bitch doesn’t stand a chance!”

“I'm not so sure,” Dixie hedged, flinching when Gabby rounded on her with a murderous glare. “Just sayin’, sis. Ruby’s a tough nut to crack. She ain’t top of the leaderboard for nothin’.”

Trixie remained silent, smiling blankly into the distance. Blitzed from the throat-ravaging Liam had given her an hour ago. A happy bimbo heifer unable to string coherent words together.

She’d be like that for a while yet or until he dick-slapped some sense back into her empty skull. Liam stared at her massive tits, overflowing the insufficient flannel top, his mind wandering.

“Miss Prissy is already done for,” Gabby sniffed. “I spotted her bulls earlier, wandering loose. Utterly unattended. She’s lurking in the weeds, plotting. Let her, I say. Daddy won’t be fooled by her petty plans.”

“Huh?” Liam asked dumbly, scratching the protruding growths above his ears. They itched something fierce. “What won’t I do?”

“It’s Ruby, Daddy.” His baby girl swatted away his hands to straighten the cowboy hat. “Jealousy consumes her flinty heart upon witnessing our love. She wants to divide us. You won’t allow that, right?”

Her pretty face was the picture of despair, eyes full of longing, and bottom lip quivering. Fury sparked in Liam’s middle.

“I’ll crush anyone who tries to come between us.” He swore, veins popping on his bulging muscles. “Crush them, then stomp them into the dirt.”

“I know you will, Daddy. I know you will.” Gabby giggled, writhing gleefully in Liam’s grasp. Her mood could turn on a dime. “Gosh, the sun is **** today. Are you thirsty, Daddy? I can fetch you more milk…”

Milk sounded good. Liam liked milk. It got him hard and ready to fuck.

Fucking sounded good too.

“Yeah. Thanks, baby.”

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