Chapter Twenty Two

“That’s it, Daddy. Drink up. There’s plenty more where that came from.” Gabby crooned, lifting a chipped coffee mug to Liam’s lips. “Drink deep and listen to my voice. You love my voice, don’t you, Daddy? How adored and appreciated it makes you feel?”

Liam would have replied, but his mouth was preoccupied with guzzling the creamy contents. Every gulp shot straight to his achingly erect bull cock, presently sandwiched between Trixie and Dixie’s fat udders.

They were on his bed in the man’s dorm. The utilitarian cinderblock building was deserted during daylight hours. Gabby sat on the mattress behind him, glued to Liam’s back while the twins knelt between his powerful thighs, moaning and mashing their melons together.

“You’re such a man, Daddy. So big and strong. Such an impressive specimen.” Gabby continued mesmerizingly, shaking the last droplets onto his lolling tongue. “You deserve to be worshipped. There’s never been a man like you before. Not with your hunky muscles and stud dick. Aren’t you glad you came to the farm?”

Liam was glad. Everything she said was true. He could feel it in the blood rushing to his throbbing prick. He wasn’t some scrawny weakling but a mighty bull. People should respect him.

Trixie gasped when a jet of pearly precum splashed across her cheek.

These revelations crawled across Liam’s mental landscape, creeping slowly as lava yet equally inevitable. Mustering thoughts became difficult with two country knockouts revering his beefy shaft. How could a man think while drowning in sinful affection?

Not like in the Before…

The Before…

When was that again?

Flashes of fuzzy memories roiled beneath the tides of carnal lust—something about a job and the name Detroit. Liam struggled to arrange them into context.

It involved travelling? Could that be right?

Surely not. Liam lived on the farm with his precious baby girl.

But how did he get here? Liam wasn’t born in the country.

Where had he come from?

The incongruities nagged at him, even as Trixie shoved her face into her knockers to suckle at his apple-sized knob.

“Look out, Gabs. He’s fighting it.” Dixie warned, her voice echoing from a distance. “He shouldn’t be able to resist this far into treatment. What kinda freak show are you running here?”

Liam glanced about groggily until he found Gabby. She’d pulled down the floral dress, exposing her full perky chest. Pinching a pebbled pink nipple, she was… was… milking herself into the mug.

He watched white rivulets run across her pale titflesh as she scoffed at the brunette. “Stupid skanks shouldn’t concern themselves with matters they wouldn’t comprehend. My methods and motivations are complex. Take a cue from Trixie and put that whore mouth to better use.”

“Jeez, tell us how you really feel, why dontcha?”

Turning to Liam, Gabby smiled like the sunrise. He stared fixedly at her bare, milk-stained chest. She giggled and swayed them hypnotically.

“I’m sowwy about her, Daaaaddy.” She drawled in a high, girlish tone. “Good little cocksuckers should be seen and not heard. An important, virile man like yourself needn’t be bothered by their inane prattling. Here, I have more milk for you.”

“Milk… it’s your milk…” Liam croaked when she offered the cup. “I’ve been drinking… your titty milk.”

It was unreal, inconceivable, and incredibly arousing. His cock thickened in Trixie’s tight throat, nearly **** the busty cow-slut.

“Naturally, Daddy. I’d never allow you to drink any other.” Gabby purred, lifting the rim to his suddenly parched lips. “You’re my Daddy. Nobody else’s. You can fuck and fill every wet pussy on this farm–I’ll line ‘em up for you to breed–but you’ve been mine since the day we met. My milk is yours alone. No one can steal you from me.”

Her cerulean eyes were locked on a shadow under the door. Liam didn’t notice, snatching the mug and chugging her creamy lactate. It landed like a bomb in his stomach, dumping a megaton of horny energy directly into his bloodstream.

Hips jerking, muscles swelling, Liam plundered Trixie’s esophagus until she flailed on the end of his pistoning pole. Eyes rolling skyward and nostrils flaring, she jittered and spasmed, clearly cumming from the continuous spouting of potent precum.

When the ditzy brunette finally collapsed in brainless bliss, Liam seized her twin sister's chocolate tresses and plunged between her plush lips, too. He crammed Dixie’s face down into her bountiful boobage, forcing her jaw wide to accommodate his ginormous girth.

“Glommmnnff~!”

“That’s it, Daddy. Show these silly strumpets how dominant you are!” Gabby cried, raking long nails across Liam’s shredded torso. He barely felt the scratches. “They’re not your equals; only an exceptional female could match your supreme might! Your premier pedigree! She’d have to prove herself superior to snare a stud of your caliber!”

She was right. Dear god, she was right!

Liam’s balls boiled like cauldrons, primed to erupt, yet something stayed his imminent release. Grunting, he beat futilely against a mental block his hormone-drenched brain couldn’t properly comprehend.

He needed more. More of that cock-hardening fuck-fuel leaking from his baby girl’s delicious teets.

He needed to be more. More than he had been, whatever that meant. Liam shook off the murky memories and confusing emotions, focusing on Gabby’s pendulous knockers.

“Mooo… Mooore…” His gruff tone resembled a bovine lowing. “Mooooare…”

Dixie’s face was a blur, rocketing up and down his prodigious prick. Her neck distended with each punishing penetration. Tears leaked from the stupid cow-slut’s eyes, but she didn’t balk or object. Her gravid body thrummed like an overcaffeinated hummingbird.

Liam could smell the brunette’s dripping pussy as she gurgled around him.

“You want more of me, Daddy? Of course, I cannot deny a bull as formidable as you!” Gabby announced, cupping a hand to her mouth as though he wasn’t right there. “Use me however you wish. I’m utterly helpless in your masculine presence!”

She was louder than usual, practically broadcasting their feverish rutting to nearby ears. Liam didn’t care. He hooked an arm around her waist, yanking the source of that turbo-charging goodness to him. Puckered lips locked onto puffy nips, and her blessed milk flowed.

It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. A fresh source of strength and stamina that would push him beyond his limitations to new heights. Nursing furiously, Liam ravaged one teet, then the other, swallowing great mouthfuls of heavenly cream.

Energy suffused his bulky form as Gabby moaned and whimpered encouragement. Bones creaking under the weight of growing muscles, Liam drank and drank, desperately skull-fucking Dixie in search of relief.

His balls felt pulsated painfully on the verge of rupturing. No matter how much precum they dispensed, the ultimate payoff was denied.

Gooey white streamed from the gagging cow-slut’s chin, splashing over her abused tits to pool on the cement floor. She hadn’t a hope of consuming so much manly spunk. Her belly must’ve been bloated.

The air reeked of sex. They were making one hell of a mess. The bed springs sang a discordant dirge, the metal frame bending beneath their brutal exertions. Dixie thrashed with climactic convulsions while Liam groaned in exquisite agony.

“Baby… Baby girl, please.” He panted, heart spasming like a cardiac arrest. “Help… help me…”

Gabby didn’t answer right away. For a full, horrifying minute, she left him hanging, looking around as though checking something. Liam's existence became an edging nightmare until she eventually relented.

“Good work, Daddy!” His impish blonde gushed, clapping excitedly. “That’ll teach the sneaky bitch. She’s gone, but she’ll be back. We only need to bait the hook.”

Blood thundering in his ears, Liam barely heard her. Veins bulged everywhere. His skin burned. Muscles flexed. He circled the rim of a total meltdown when she whispered the magic words in a sing-song voice.

“I loooove you, Daddy. I love you so much. Now cum for me. Cum for your sweet baby girl. Show me how much you love me.”

Summoning a primal howl from the depths of his being, Liam exploded within Dixie’s double-stuffed throat. A torrent of sticky seed knocked her head back with the **** of a fire hose. She reeled, taking Trixie along for the ride, sending them tumbling to the floor.

“HHHUUUURGH!!” Laim roared inarticulately, spraying the entangled twins with an ungodly amount of jizz.

It fountained from him like a busted water main–a river of liquid rapture that swept away his thoughts and anxieties. It washed him clean of everything but intoxicating bliss. Smoothing and polishing his brain like a rock in a tumbler.

Minutes later, he sat, completely spent, drooling with a dumb smile. Dixie and Trixie wallowed in a slick puddle of his cum, lapping up the viscous goo and rubbing it into their skin.

“That was amazing, Daddy.” Gabby pecked him on the cheek before smirking at her sisters. “Not questioning my methods anymore, huh?”

“N-nooo…” The twins moaned in unison.

“That’s right. Now, lick up this mess. Daddy has important business to handle, and the last thing he wants is a couple of dirty skanks stinking up the place.”

Liam didn’t even blink when the perky blonde bombshell packed his sagging jaw full of a milky titflesh. He simply sucked and swallowed mechanically as she cooed with delight.

“Good, Daddy. Goooood… drink as much as you can. We’ll need you at your best tonight.”

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