In Betsy

Having no time to waste, you gesture to Betsy and bark at her to come here. The Bovine girl's face flushes bright red, but she obediently complies and rushes to your side. With a *pop* and a disappointed cry from Gena, your cock is freed. Maniacally you rip off Betsy's undergarments, push her to the ground beside Gena, and look deep into her large, blue, innocent eyes as you wrap a hand around her throat, unceremoniously ramming the whole of your dick into her very wet and very tight pussy.

The push is not without resistance and you feel something tear along the way -- shocked, you realize it must have been Betsy's hymen.

Tears form in the corners of her eyes and her mouth opens in a wordless gasp.

Overwhelmed at having unexpectedly taken the young Bovine's virginity, you release your seed into her with a mighty roar. Your cock pulses over and over, spurting what feels like a torrential amount of cum into Betsy's cunt with each throb as you hilt yourself entirely against her, your groins pressed tightly together. Her eyes are transfixed on yours; within them you see rapture, and you know the tears that roll down her cheeks are not only from the pain of her deflowering. The little Bovine girl is in awe of you.

If her plump ass and wide hips are any indication of her fertility, especially considering the huge load you just fucked her full of, this could very well mean a baby for the two of you. The thought causes your still-hard dick to jump inside her snug hole.

Looking up at your audience, the looks you're receiving keep you turned on, regardless of the incredible orgasm you just experienced. Patsy is openly fondling her breasts, much to the chagrin of her husband. Ellia and Rubia have come to stand side-by-side, and you see each one has an arm behind the other; you think you know where their fingers lie when you notice each girl is rhythmically rotating her hips and occasionally pressing her ass back against her sister's invading digit.

You turn your head to Gena whose half-lidded eyes are fixed on yours. She's still face-down and little-ass-up, seemingly all fucked out. You notice one finger lazily toying at her clit, her pussy drooling onto the forest floor, still awaiting your sperm which will never come. Gena's legs and ass twitch with what you assume are the aftershocks of an orgasm she must have had watching you pop Betsy's cherry. Noticing your gaze, she smiles and the hand rubbing her clit speeds up. Fuck, this must really turn her on.

Feeling a loving squeeze around your member, you regard Betsy again, whose face is still beet red, but a smile has replaced her shocked expression. Every now and then she contracts the walls of her pussy to show your still-hard cock the affection it deserves.

Suddenly, Betsy speaks in a clear voice just above a whisper; it's the first time you've heard her voice, and it is more musical than it has any right to be. "Thank you for making me a woman, my alpha. I feared that our previous ruler would make me his tonight, for only today did I reach the age of womanhood. I often caught him staring at my body, but he respected our customs too strongly to violate me."

Looking down at Betsy's deflowered slit, you begin to see small droplets of cum leak onto your shaft and down her enormous ass, coming to pool beneath her tiny, pink asshole. Giggling, and noticing where your attention is drawn, Betsy begins tightening her pussy around you again while she continues. Your cock remains turgid and you have half a mind to begin rutting into her once more, but control yourself to let her speak.

"I never wanted him. Though he was large in frame, he was not so...well-endowed as you. I would regularly find him peeking through the flap of my tent while I changed or pleasured myself. Every night he made me strip totally nude for him and take various poses while he had his way with Ellia and Rubia. His cock would be buried in their asses or mouths, sliding between their breasts or their thighs, but his gaze would be on the swell of my breasts or the spread cheeks of my ass. He was pathetic. But you..."

Betsy trails off and you see a new emotion in her eyes: a powerful mixture of love and devotion. It seems these alien creatures are really designed by evolution to be the perfect followers of their leader. You have no doubt that their loyalty to you will only strengthen if you can keep them alive and under your command.

You reluctantly extricate yourself from Betsy's depths and pull up your pants, standing to address your companions without a hint of shame for your lewd display or the hard cock still tenting your trousers. While you speak, all of the camp's females are transfixed to your pulsing rod, but you know they listen well. Firstly you order the twins to clean Gena and Betsy, first with their mouths and then in the nearby stream. Then you delegate out the chores for the day, and set out into the forest to hunt for some food, letting your camp know you expect to have the majority of the day's work done when you return.

So far, being stranded on a hostile and unknown alien world has worked out rather well for you, hasn't it?