Chapter Twenty

“You’re certain she ingested it?”

“Ingested? She practically bathed in the stuff. Clara said your guy went off like a fire hose, sis.”

“Yeah, totally. Someone’s been eating their Wheaties.”

Three sets of snickers burbled in Liam’s drowsy ears. His skull felt stuffed with cotton wool, which wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was cozy like being swaddled in a comfy duvet on a cold night.

“Clara is a notorious gossip but generally reliable. Well done, sluts. Now we wait for her to come crawling to us.”

“Uh, Gabs? Do you really think she’ll crack the same as we did? I’m not sure she even likes cum. Not like we do.”

“Forget the cum–”

“Never!”

“Can it, Trixie. What I was trying to say is Ruby isn’t even fond of her own bulls. Hardly touches ‘em. Does anyone know if she’s batting for the same team as the rest of us?”

“That won’t matter in the end. Daddy’s performance levels are through the roof. His vectors surpass all records, and, well, you’re both aware of his potency.”

“Boy, are we ever. Speaking of which…”

Liam groaned, reluctantly surfacing from slumber’s sweet embrace. How could a man rest when tormented by such prattle? His eyelids were lead weights, but he **** them open regardless.

“Baby girl?” He croaked, throat parched. “Where–”

“Daddy, you’re awake!” Gabby swam into view, hovering above him. Two identical brunettes peered over her shoulders. “How are you feeling? You’ve been zonked out for hours. Can I get you anything?”

“Dr-drink… Thirsty…”

“Of course, Daddy. Wait right there.” The bubbly blonde rose, then turned to her sisters. “Don’t bother him too much. I’ll be right back.”

Then she was gone, leaving Liam with a pair of grinning piranhas. They perched themselves on either side of his bunk in the empty worker's dorm. He’d overslept.

“Heya, Handsome.” Dixie drawled, snaking a soft hand over his naked torso. “How much of yesterday can you remember?”

Yesterday?

Liam grimaced as snippets of a surreal dream flickered on the precipice of recollection. Metal cages and odd machines. Women in lab coats treating men as chattel…

“Go easy on him, sis.” Trixie tittered, her hand mirroring her twin’s, if a tad lower. Nearer to a rising tent in the sheets. “Don’t mess with the bull when you get the milk for free.”

“Dummy, you’re mixing idioms.”

“You’re the idiom!”

Liam sank into his bedding as the girls bickered. Praying for a modicum of peace. They were dressed in the usual scanty attire. Tiny triangles of bikini tops that did nothing to contain their immense boobage and low-cut khaki shorts which pinched fleshy thighs like garters.

“Thirsty skank!”

“Stuck-up snob!”

They butted heads and breasts, sniping and shoving at each other above Liam until he eventually cracked.

“Shut up!! Dammit, you brats could give a statue a headache.”

Amazingly, they obeyed, falling silent. They watched nervously as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Well done, Daddy.” Gabby said proudly, reappearing beside the bed with a tin mug. “About time someone took these two in hand. And your hands are the biggest and strongest. They couldn’t defy you if they tried.”

Liam squinted at her, feeling a migraine build. She was wearing another of those flippy summer dresses that could tear the chest apart with a deep inhalation. The thin fabric pulled taut across her heavy bust, cinched in at the waist, and barely dusted the tops of her supple thighs.

“Here, drink.” She held the cup to Liam’s dry lips.

Instead of the expected saccharine sweet lemonade, room-temperature milk flowed over his tongue. It was rich and creamy. The best milk he’d ever tasted. Gone in a few gulps but efficacious in healing a ragged throat and mounting head pain.

It also kick-started his weary libido like a shot of adrenaline to the heart.

“Jesus, what’s in that milk, baby?” Liam grunted, licking the mug’s rim for stray drops.

“You like, Daddy? It’s fresh and wholesome. Untreated and natural. Not like the milky water city folk buy in supermarkets. See? It’s already perking you up.”

She wasn’t wrong. Liam was feeling decidedly perky, especially beneath the sheets. The twins had noticed, too. Staring unabashedly with stiffening nipples poking through their skimpy tops as his revived manhood stood to attention.

“Um, do you mind if we–”

“Is it alright for us to–”

The twins spoke over each other—united in desire if not courtesy. Their hands grasped at the air but didn’t dare reach for him.

Not without express permission. Liam’s cock pulsed at the powerful revelation.

“Can they, Daddy? You have to allow them. Or not. Let the whores starve if that’s your wish.” Gabby hummed, her cerulean eyes sparkling. “They’ll probably go loopy without regular access to your delicious Daddy dick, but that's okay. Serves them right for acting out. Please, teach them a lesson, sir.”

He sat up, whipping the bedding aside like a magician performing a magic trick. All three girls gasped at the dramatic reveal of his exposed enormity. Their gazes riveted on the unyielding staff of manflesh.

“Get sucking, cow-sluts.” Liam demanded, strength surging in his chest.

He palmed Dixie’s skull like a dodgeball, cramming her smart mouth full of his beefy girth. That shut her up. They were so small compared to Liam. Fragile creatures who would break if handled too roughly. He dwarfed them utterly.

Had they always been this small?

Trixie whimpered, witnessing her sister gagging on him. Churning her thick thighs together and reeking of arousal. The crotch of her tiny khaki shorts darkened.

He grabbed a fat udder and gave her a squeeze. “You’re next.”

She almost collapsed. Knees knocking with excitement.

Gabby climbed onto the bed behind Liam, molding herself to his spine, running fingers through his shaggy hair.

“I love seeing you like this, Daddy.” She mewled, rubbing against him. “This is the man you were always meant to be. The man I fantasized about as a girl.” Her fingers gripped the protuberances sprouting above his ears. “My perfect stud. I know you won’t fail me. You’ll meet every challenge and crush them.”

He would. How could he not, with his beloved baby girl by his side?

Using the growths like handlebars, Gabby twisted his face to meet hers in a feverish kiss. Liam momentarily forgot everything else, lost in her floral scent and wondrous flavor. She writhed against him, pointed peaks smeared wetly across his shoulder blades while her damp panties rode his ass cheek.

Her firm softness enveloped him, overriding all thought with unquenchable passion. Liam fucked the **** brunette’s throat faster, treating it like a surrogate pussy. Something to occupy the space when his perfect baby girl couldn’t.

"Mmmlurk~! Uuurp~!”

“Sounds like Trixie is struggling to please you properly, Daddy.” Gabby purred, breaking their steamy kiss. “Don’t forget Trixie; the ditzy tramp. She’s keen to satiate your needs, too.”

Liam hadn’t forgotten but appreciated the reminder. He dragged Dixie off his slick shaft and then, seizing a fistful of chocolate tresses, plunged into Trixie’s squealing piehole.

“Oooomph!!” The bimbo cow-slut gurgled rapturously. Her eyes crossed as he plundered her esophagus. “Huuurg~!”

Liam set a grueling pace, pumping into one twin’s sloppy mouth before switching to the next. Neither fought or objected. They couldn’t hope to match his supreme bulk and wouldn’t want to. Their hot moans and smacking lips urged him on while Gabby poured honey in his ear.

“Oh, Daddy. They’re entirely yours now. You own them. My sisters are your faithful cumsleaves, addicted to that magnificent bull dick. It gets my lil’ pussy soaking wet, watching you ravage them so brilliantly. Can you feel how wet I am for you, Daddy?”

She’s hiked up her dress for skin-on-skin contact, smudging her drenched cunt over his flexing glutes. The smell was like a red flag, spurring his passion and driving away everything but the need to rut.

The twins were crouched over him, big tits spilling out of their tops with hands atop each other’s heads to shove their cock-sucking sibling deeper, then swapping for their turn.

Liam’s mighty member spluttered precum like a faulty faucet, decorating the sister’s gorgeous faces between exchanges. It drooped from their noses and lashes. Splashed their rosy cheeks, drooling from their lips and chins. They were breathing him in with delirious expressions.

“They look good, stuck on the end of your glorious manhood. Wouldn’t you agree, Daddy?” Gabby whispered, nibbling his shoulder. “But I reckon you deserve more. In my heart of hearts, I truly believe my Daddy deserves… everything.”

Liam wasn’t going to argue. Each word she uttered was mesmerizing.

Dixie crammed Trixie’s slurping skull fully three-quarters down his inhuman length, gleefully distending her sister’s neck with rigid manmeat.

“You’ll always be my one and only, Daddy. All the stud I’ll ever need.” Gabby promised, pancaking her brilliant breasts against his back. They felt unusually moist. Rivulets of warm liquid flowed down his spine. “But imagine more girls worshipping you like we do. Imagine, um, I dunno…” Her tone was faux innocence, “Imagine our oldest sister Ruby kneeling with us, totally devoted to you in every way.”

As if by magic, the image manifested in Liam’s mind.

The raven-haired beauty, haughty and superior in demeanor, appeared behind the twins. Her icy, imperious aura was replaced with demure gentleness as she glanced shyly at him.

Liam grunted when Ruby gnawed her lower lip, noting the clingy black minidress that hugged her slim, supermodelesque figure and jaw-dropping rack like plastic wrap. She swished her midnight curtain of hair over a shoulder, jutting a hip to the side and extending a long silky leg in an alluring pose.

“I’m sorry for treating you poorly, sir.” She murmured, staring enviously at her cock-slathering sisters. “I-I didn’t know… I never realized… How can I repent for my selfish actions?”

“Fu-fuuuuck!” He groaned, balls approaching nuclear melt-down status. “Baby girl, I have to–”

“Imagine her surrendering to you, Daddy, naming you her master.” Gabby hissed, growing frantic in her humping. “Imagine taking that prissy bitch and remaking her on your conquering cock!”

Ruby was suddenly naked, her spectacular body bare to Liam in submission. Thin and sleek, with flat planes leading his gaze to her buoyant breasts and pristine pussy. A single dew drop glistened on those virgin folds.

Liam couldn’t rightly articulate how he knew she was a virgin, but he was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“Please, sir. I saved myself for you. I didn’t realize it initially, but you’re the stud I’ve been waiting for.” Ruby begged, tears gathering in her dark eyes. “I neeeed you to be my master. What must I do for you to accept me?”

She joined Dixie and Trixie on the bunk, hovering above them like a naked guardian angel as they traded him back and forth, looking forlorn. Liam was trapped on the border of heaven and hell, **** for relief yet somehow denied.

“I’ll do it. I’ll fuck her!” He howled, spasming in Dixie’s gulping throat. “I’ll bang her brains into mush and turn her inside out! Goddammit, baby. Let me cum!”

“Silly Daddy, you only had to ask.” Gabby gasped, gushing girly juices in a messy climax. “Cum for me! Show these dirty sluts who’s in charge and cum for me. Drown them in your alpha seed!”

Liam’s whole world became blinding light when he erupted with bone-shaking ****, spewing magma-hot spunk directly into the brunette’s trim belly.

Dixie thrashed and retched, sticky seed spurting from her nostrils before Trixie wrenched her free, and supplanted her twin on his fountaining tumescence. The jizz-starved bimbo swallowed Liam whole, affixing herself to him like a nozzle and greedily guzzling his abundant expulsions.

He floated on a cloud of bliss, crowded by orgasming stunners, pouring his life essence into them. Seconds stretched into minutes that felt like hours spent in ecstasy, only returning to himself when someone called his name.

“Daddy… Oh, Daddy. I know you can do it.” Gabby was curled up in his lap, languidly stroking him back to full mast. The twins were splayed out on the floor, occasionally twitching. “Don’t worry about pursuing her, though. Wait for Miss High-and-Mighty to come to us.”

Liam worked to recall who she was talking about, then dismissed the thought entirely when his incorrigible baby girl lifted her summer dress and slid onto him. She was incredibly wet and welcomed him into her snug snatch with a pleased sigh.

After that, nothing else mattered. Not even the unusual damp spots on the cotton covering her bouncing breasts.

End of Part Four

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