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"Bovine Parents"

CHAPTER19

Sandra cradled her calves, holding them close to her chest as they fed. Two girls: Daisy and Clara. For her this was what it's all about; raising children. It brought back so many memories of when she was a human mother, warm memories, however saddened by Tommy's absence. They were a year old now, and growing every day. Time had just flown by.

Their home had seen changes, not just its owners. Over the year, slowly -- with the sweat of Eric's brow -- it grew from a normal dwelling into something more. Merging with the nearby barns, the roof raising, the rooms ever-expanding in their size to suit the hybrids' stature. Walls rose to new heights; heating and electrical systems snaked their way into neglected areas, bringing modern convenience to a patchwork of barns and utility buildings now united. A veritable bovine mansion. Hidden from the world midst a ring of large deciduous trees, with only the highest couple of third-storey points visible to anyone driving down the lone country road it lay off of. Surrounded by fertile land, again ringed with an outer layer of woods. Safe and secure.

For Eric, this was his pride and joy; all his own idea by the way. He had the money, so why not? He'd brought Carl's assistant Mike into the fold, revealing to him the secret of the Reimond-Bovinex farm. Together the bull and the human had built a home fit for a herd-leader atop the foundations of Eric's former life.

Carl himself visited less and less often, only showing up for pick-ups and deliveries -- which became rarer as the year continued. When he did show up, he was not short of remarks on the scale of Eric's construction project. A 'monstrosity, but a damn impressive monstrosity' to quote the man. From having his earlier work adapting the house to fit them discarded -- with the Reimonds ignoring it in favour of outdoor living -- to seeing them all snug in a wannabe castle gave a sense of completeness to it all. Full circle, just with a much bigger house at the end of it!

All three of them had moved back beneath its roof, sleeping rough had lost a part of its charm since those early, heady days, drunk on their new bodies. They greatly preferred the new setup to previous iterations of the Reimond home, now fully dedicated to housing hybrids, without a single human to cater for. Over a year without Tommy meant the likelihood of him ever moving back fell to near-zero. If he ever did decide to return, they could worry about that when it happened.

Taking over the barns that were once used for storing machinery, Eric had transformed them into a huge enclosed area, like the great hall of some king's fortress. Within this 'barn-hall' were placed couches, sofas, tables, chairs, and all sorts of furnishings. Soft seating stuffed with straw and feathers. Rustic yet expansive. A_hybrid_construction, a merging of animal and human, a reflection of themselves.

It was in this barn-hall that Lacey and Sandra sat, taking care of Sandra's daughters.

* * *

There was a smattering of leftover food from the party the weekend before. Bits and bobs lying around the place, still celebrating the twins' first birthday. Lacey had tried to put back on the baby-sized cardboard party hats with the 'Big No. 1' lettering. She was resisted at every turn by their relentless wriggling and squirming. They had calmed down since, but weren't happy with any resumed attempt at putting the hats on them.

And lucky they were to see them tired! With the energy the infant girls had now, neither herself nor Sandra were looking forward to their terrible twos.

"Lacey...Lacey..." Sandra whispered, careful not to agitate either of them.

"What is it?" she asked quietly.

"Could you feed Daisy for me, I don't want to run dry with madam here. Know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah sure. C'mere sweetness..." Lacey lifted the slightly larger twin off of Sandra. Daisy emitted a squeal as she searched for her aunt's nipple. Finding it she began suckling. The light, soft touch of her mouth a welcome alternative to Clara's habit of biting the boob that feeds her, as both of them could attest._She's so well-behaved, not like her sister. I reckon you'll be dragged into all sorts of trouble by your twin when you're older,_she told the calf.

The two herd-sisters had their hands full caring for Sandra's offspring, so much so that they had to put a stop to commercial milk production until the calves were weaned. That really hit Bovinex, and Lacey, in the pocket-book. A baby's a baby, however, and they had a duty of care. The 'family business' can wait.

Lacey let her suckle, enjoying the feeling of nursing a calf. Daisy drank well from her aunt's bosom, her stubby little fingers grabbing and squeezing her as she fed herself, eyes closed in tired half-sleep. Peaceful.

With a hiccup she was finished. Lacey picked her back up facing her shoulder and supported the calf with her hand, gently tapping her back to force out any wind. Daisy belched loudly, and -- humorously so -- in a not-very-feminine way. Sandra also stopped nursing Clara and the two brought them to their cots.

Laying them down and tucking them in, Sandra expressed her gratitude as they sat back down on one of the many sofas in the barn-hall. "Thanks again, Lacey. You're too good for us."

"No problem," she blushed, "and uhh...that's quite high praise I'm gettin'."

"I mean it, herd-sis." Sandra's snout edged towards Lacey's own, drifting closer. Her arms shifted positions to support her, leaning forward, engulfing Lacey in a passionate kiss. Sandra locked her hands firmly on the sides of Lacey's head as her tongue battled its way into her muzzle.

Eric entered the barn-hall and was greeted by the sight of his mates getting it on. He smirked.This is why I love these girls!

"Hey there hot stuff."

Sandra pulled back from the kiss, breaking the seal their lips formed. Lacey gasped, her breath stolen by the other female. Both women turned to Eric as Sandra raised the question: "do you mean me or Lacey?"

"Why not both?"

"Oh you!" Sandra blushed, Lacey joined in on the communal swooning with her own nervous giggle. The two cowgirls rose from the large sofa, Sandra putting her arms 'round her mate's neck. She stared into his tired eyes. "You alright?"

"Mild hangover from last night." Last night was of course when he downed the remaining strong liquor Lacey had bought for the festivities. "Nothin' too painful."

"You've had a lot to drink this week honey. Everythin' okay?"

"I..."

Was everything okay? Truthfully it wasn't, and had not been for ages.

That's a pretty loaded question sweetheart, Eric thought. He rubbed his sore head. Sandra nuzzled his collar. "You know I'm still holdin' onto the guilt, about Tommy."

"I know."

"Ugh," he groaned, removing her arms from his shoulders, and wandering the room, "I don't deserve you hun, even after...ah, never mind." Eric took the opportunity to stroll around the converted barn-hall, peering out of each window as he passed. Winter was on the way in, creeping into the air, and the bare trees stood as dead sentinels standing watch over its bleakness. Eric chuckled.Hey, at least the weather matches my mood.

Now that it was the season of cold and frost, farm work had been stopped, 'till the new year came and brought with it a whole new cycle of tilling, sowing and harvesting. The last real distraction for Eric gone.

He took a moment to think about the state of the farm, and what he'd done so far with it. The usefulness of his bovine form not lost on any of them - without the increased strength it granted it would've been hell for three middle-aged humans to manage the amount of land at their disposal right now. Who needs a tractor anymore when even a pregnant cowgirl can pull a plough with an equivalent amount of force?

More could be done faster, and easier. More crops could be sown, leading to more produce. More produce meant better (and more varied) choice in food - they took their pick of the best ingredients, and sent the rest to Bovinex to take to market. Their aptitude for agricultural labour had tripled what the land could provide an ordinary human farm, so much so that at this point they were selling two-thirds of what they harvested - a neat side business to support the dairy.Hell,_Eric thought at times, _we could ditch the hybrid/dairy aspect and make our money just with traditional crops.

At the centre of all this was the 'herd'. None of them had purposefully named the concept, but there it was in the backs of their minds. A familial bond. A_powerful_ familial bond between Eric and his mates. Terms defining this hierarchy swirled about in their vocabulary._Herd-leader, herd-sister...herd-brother?_It fast became normal to them. Now, over a year later, the strength of this calling, this ideal, had wavered...no...had calmed. Relaxed. Made informal. Made less serious...

They still found themselves enticed by its simplicity. Eric could hear them now. All those thoughts chattering away, relentlessly divorcing his old life from his new.You aren't human anymore...you aren't beholden to anyone human anymore...your herd is all that matters. They wore each one of them down in their own way. Only time allowed them to temper those isolationist notions.

He drove those terrible whisperings from his head, and walked over to the cots where his children lay.

"They're adorable aren't they..." he gentled brushed Daisy's fur with his huge hand, taking care not to disturb her. The size difference was surprising.

"...a whole year old now, I can't believe it..."

A whole year since you-know-what.

"...I've never been happier..."

That's a lie and you know it.

"I--"

Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. A hearty sniff and grumbly cough as he fought back against the oncoming sorrow.Tommy...he's nearly finished school isn't he? I've let it all fall apart...

"Eric honey, it's okay." Sandra's hand gripped his. Warm to the touch.

"Sorry, mine are cold." Eric couldn't explain why.

"Enough moping," she comforted him, her feminine digits exploring his taut chest, descending along the treasure trail of patches of darker fur towards his member, "mommy needs some special time with her bull."

"I've neglected my mates haven't I?"

"Not your fault hun, you've been working a lot these last six months, and your mind has been elsewhere."

"Mooh," he sighed, "my mind has been elsewhere...for an awful long time"

"And I was a teensy bit preoccupied with carrying a couple of big ol' calves with me everywhere I went." Even now with them a year old, minor bouts of postpartum depression and the nature of infant care had put Sandra's love life on standby. Not that there wasn't any nookie being had, mind you, but a nice night together was seldom top priority during the second phase of household renovations. Busy, busy, busy they all were! The infrequent lovemaking didn't stop her feeling wonderful however, the sensation of emergent motherhood took hold of her completely, her belly swollen with the next generation of their kind. Lacey -- the loyal herd-sister she was -- refrained from taking advantage of Sandra's absence in the bedroom. She made a mental note to reward her for such considerations some day, possibly a steamy night of passionate girl-on-girl action. Candles, scented bath...ah, there were countless options.

"Didn't help my mood at all," she added. Each of them had enough time to spare now, and she was ready to fuck. Eric needed it as much as she did. She could tell.

"Oh so those were_real_ headaches!" he joked, receiving a slap on the snout for his trouble.

"That's quite enough of that mister."

They held each other for awhile. Lacey joined in their embrace, her own mitts finding purchase on Eric's muscular ass cheeks.

"Chance of a quickie while the kids are asleep?" he asked.

"Hundred percent, as long as we keep things quiet!"

"You too Lacey, c'mere." His arm wrapped around his second mate, pulling her in as close as Sandra, pressing the two of them to him. Running his hands along their spines as they breathed heavily.

"Three-way kiss?"

"Three-way kiss." Did one even need to ask?

Eric leaned over his mates, bringing his mouth to theirs, muzzles crashing together in a flurry of much-needed intimacy. Lots of_schlepping_and schlopping noises as they tasted each other, hungrily awaiting third base.

Feeling both his mates' wandering hands grasping his rear, Eric returned the favour. One broad bull hand grabbing a handful of Sandra's ass, another finding its way to Lacey's bubbly bottom. Their kissing continued, accompanied by mutual fondling, for a few minutes. Eric's tongue dived into their eager muzzles as his digits navigated the hills and valleys of butt mountain, chuckling to himself as he did:I've got two perfect, curvaceous babes by my side, a huge new house, and my darling angels Daisy and Clara to raise; I'm a lucky guy, hell, a lucky father too!

Always considerate of said daughters, he took care not to wake them as they proceeded to the next stage of lovemaking. A curious sight, the three of them waddling out of the room, still attached to each other and in no hurry to disengage. Muffled giggling, sexy whispering, hands and tongues as curious as ever.

They clomped out of the room, barely making it through the enlarged doorway as a mass of entwined bovine limbs. More laughter -- albeit at a low volume -- ensued. Eric finally got them all through after turning to his side and co-ordinating his hangers-on like a conga line, one-by-one, out the door.

Now the fun could begin. Where to, one asks? Where to indeed! Eric had the destination in mind as they strolled (and skipped) gleefully along the connecting hallway to another part of their homely palace. There were many rooms, and each hybrid had their own favourite places to sleep. Sandra oft slept with the twins next to their cots, so she had a preference for the adaptable sofa-beds in the great barn-hall. Lacey similarly used her office (now a fair bit larger as Eric knocked through the dividing wall to another room) for rest when she pulled all-nighters. Eric had his own hideouts, but the industrious herd-leader recently fashioned a wonderful bedroom for all of them, which he hoped would get more use over time.

Together in a bed was invariably the best sleeping arrangement. As a bull and his cows. As a family.

They soon found themselves in said bedroom. Ready for a nice bout of lovin'. Before them lay an massive four-poster bed. Not queen-sized, or king-sized; but_emperor-sized._ If that wasn't a thing then Eric just made it one.

"What do you reckon, girls?" Eric asked, wanting them to appreciate his handiwork, "big enough?"

"Just the right size I think," Lacey replied, and Sandra added with a naughty smile: "nice and big, like my bull here!" Her hand found its way to his blood-filled member, wrapping her fingers 'round it, giving it a cheeky squeeze causing it to twitch in her hand. Eric's murring was all the encouragement she needed to keep going.

"Moo!" he proclaimed. They were far enough from the twins' cots to not disturb them, so he could afford to be louder.

Eric tossed Sandra and Lacey onto the bed, its springs working overtime to keep the frame from bursting apart 'neath their massive, powerful bodies. He built this thing to be sturdy, because he knew it needed to stand up to endless nights of fucking.

Sandra landed amidst the soft sheets and bounced upwards slightly, a child-like joy as she bobbed up-and-down before the bed settled. Lacey had landed in an identical way to her left. The cowgirls looked up at their bull standing over them, and saw the all-consuming desire in his eyes. This was going to fun!

Eric moved onto the bed, bringing his head down low to kiss his mate's bodies from bottom-to-top as he encroached upon them, making sure neither were left out. Slowly, but sensually, he made his way along their legs, lightly pecking one and then the other, moving up along their thighs, which quivered as he came closer to their heated entrances. Sandra, then Lacey. Sandra, then Lacey. Lower thigh. Upper thigh. Dividing his time between them helped increase the tension as their lust grew more and more.

He at last arrived at Sandra's vulva, her moist inflamed lower lips emitting a powerful, enticing scent. As his muzzle moved closer his breath could be felt by Sandra. At first faintly, then -- as the seconds ticked -- heavier and heavier, the breeze on her nether regions caused by her mate was amplified by his greedy inhalations, wanting to take in as much of her scent as possible. An eternity in her mind, each agonising epoch shortening her breath, the anticipation unbearable. She'd rather suffocate than wait another instant. That passed from her mind as the tiniest of hairs on the end of his nose touched her hypersensitive lips. At that sensation all the neurons throughout her fired a twenty-one gun salute, celebrating the end of her waiting torment. And that was only the slightest contact! When his mouth met her pussy fully it was like the start of a whole new universe -- with the force of a big bang, the resulting explosion drove her wild with pleasure. She could breathe again!

Sandra gasped as she was eaten out. It had been a while since she'd found time to bed Eric, spending a night or two with Lacey instead whenever he was exhausted from working and in no mood to play. Her longing for a big strong bull to take her had built up an insane craving, and she only realised how truly badly she needed him as he tongue-fucked her. Lacey, having gone through the same build-up, waited patiently for her turn with intense desire in her eyes.

Eric's tongue pushed inside her, tasting her most delicious depths. Sandra killed a scream before it could echo throughout the house, instead arcing her back and shutting her eyes, contorting her mouth into a silent roar as her whole body shook. The bull's tongue was comparable in size and length (when extended fully) to the most well-hung human one could think of. Now, imagine that muscle paling in comparison to Eric's cock, which out-sized a bodybuilder's forearm...that is what Sandra had to look forward to. Had she been a human still, that would surely split her in two. It still amazed the enormous cowgirl how much they'd changed. How much bigger and stronger they had become. It was intoxicating.

Eric pulled out of Sandra, licking his lips, savouring her juices. She wore a heartbroken expression as he righted himself.

"Don't worry hun, I'm not done with you yet. Your herd-sister needs some attention too." As much as it annoyed her, he was right. She was sharing him after all. How could she call herself part of the herd if she tried to hoard him all to herself? Lacey excitedly lay back down, ready to experience what she'd just seen Sandra go through. It was Sandra's turn to watch expectantly.

Lacey's lungs ceased working as Eric's cunnilingus began. "Oh sweet--" she cried before losing her voice. The bull's tongue swirled and darted about inside her, retreating every so often to lap up her leaking juices and softly lick her reddened nether-lips. Her breasts had an adverse reaction to his ministrations, nipples swollen and painfully so. Her boobs were hurting, but the pain kind of added to the whole sexy mix.

Out of desperation she place her hands over her breasts, rubbing her hard nipples in a vain attempt to ease the pressure they were exerting over her. Sandra leaned over gently. "Allow me," she said as her mouth surrounded Lacey's aureola. One of her hands assisted her herd-sister in tweaking the other nipple.

"Thank you Sandra," Lacey meekly uttered, voice weak as she lacked the breath to speak any louder. She shivered as Eric continued to stimulate her canal, and Sandra tended to her sore breasts.This is amazing...

As if Sandra read her mind, she whispered in her ear: "I know."

Eric stopped, leaving his second mate to look at him with wistful eyes. Neither had climaxed, it was nowhere near time to do so. Time it was however, for something else.

He returned to his previous pattern of crawling slowly along their bodies, alternating mates at each step. He kissed just above their starving entrances, travelling across their stomachs. Nuzzling Sandra and Lacey's bellies in turn. He took a moment longer to embrace Sandra's, where once it ballooned outwards, carrying his children, the future of their herd. Out of kinky respect, he smooched and licked her there, tracing the bumps of her abdomen, tickling her belly-button. His heat-of-the-moment way of saying 'thank you' for bearing his calves.

Eric switched back to Lacey, who by now had driven herself wild with fondling her tits. Sandra inched back as her mate lay on top of Lacey, taking his turn to suck her tender nipples. His muzzle danced atop her sensitive nubs, then Eric took one breast in each hand and buried his face between them.

"Ha! That's right sweetie, motorboat them titties!" Sandra encourage her lover, which brought a smile to Lacey's face. The two females shared a laugh together as Eric went to town on Lacey's boobs.

Removing his head from between that earthly paradise, Eric grinned. "You next Sandra."

"Moooo!" she squealed in joy as he nestled his head amidst her bosom. Eric slobbered over her ample cleavage with abandon. Taking the time to suckle on each breast.

Sandra reached out an arm and pulled Lacey in to a powerful kiss. Eric glanced up at his mates sharing a beautiful moment together and smiled.That's my girls!

It was soon time for the main event. Sandra was first, as the senior female it was her privilege. Eric steadied himself and placed his arms to either side of Sandra, supporting himself over her, not pressing down too heavily. Sandra caught his bobbing erection and readied herself, aiming his shaft directly at the gates of heaven.

First the flared tip, probing at her entrance, teasing what was to come. Then he pushed. His member sliding into his first mate, his original lover. Sandra felt the hot pillar inch forward gently, stretching her insides to accommodate woman's best friend. Eric was taking his time, making sure she truly felt the thrill of it all.

Eric didn't so much as 'fuck' her, rather he_made love_ to her. Softly and deliberately. A combination of wanting to keep noise to a minimum (lest the kids awake) and a naturally-developing preference for better, longer-lasting intimacy. This was something new.

Eric penetrated her more delicately than he once did. Taking care not to force his way deep inside too quickly, and risk hurting her. Something had changed this past year. Something in how he saw his beautiful mates. Maybe it was the fact Sandra bore him children again? Possibly, it seemed to have awakened a protective side of him. His mates too, had gradually developed to enjoy more sensual encounters than what was once their usual fare.

All three now preferred more considerate lovemaking, while the harsh, feral rutting they once engaged in non-stop was reserved for the right mood. That was for special occasions, when they felt the call of the wild, when their basest instincts pulled them out into the elements for a rushed, excited coupling; rolling around the fields, the sensation of each blade of grass meshing with their fur a magical experience as they rough-housed naughtily. A fusion of sensuality, with it building up, reaching crescendo, and plunging fast into the afterglow. Leaving each of them short of breath, but never short of bliss.

Speaking of bliss, Sandra was not left deprived by her lover's thrusting at this very moment. Eric had entered a steady rhythm, sounds of bed-springs creaking the accompanying orchestra to his passionate score.

"Eric...honey...don't stop."

Grunting was his only response. His pumping shaft buried within his lover, there was no time or energy to form coherent sentences! He moved in-and-out, Sandra's pussy touching the base of his massive cock each time he completed a thrust. She was good at taking him to the hilt. Her clitoris rubbed against his rigid shaft, adding to the pleasure.

Her insides succumbed to the presence of the lengthy invader. Her climax was building, Sandra could almost feel...just a couple more minutes, she was sure of it. His bulky probe navigating the darkness of her vaginal canal brought her to new heights. Its stiff, glistening surface, coated with the combined fluid of Eric's precum and Sandra's lubricant; its meaty mass filling her burning cavity, teasing her with the promise of sating her ravenous appetite.

"Please," she found herself begging, "just a little longer, just a little further..."I'm close. So very close.

Eric withdrew. His bullhood slipped out of her well-oiled entryway with ease, twitching with an eagerness to return to a tight orifice. He now attended to the other female's needs.

"Let me spend some time with Lacey, then -- I promise you -- I'll blow your mind."

Yes baby, yes! Make me wait. Make me desperate!

Sandra moved to the top of the bed, her pussy screaming for more, but she had the self-control to wait it out. Well, she thought she did. Soon she was toying with herself. Her fingers dragging along her fiery gate in an attempt to fight off the lustful demon hiding within. Her clit the target of delicate manipulations, sparks flying as she masturbated.

Lacey squirmed under Eric's form, crying out as he entered her. Again, his approach was gentler; subtle movements amplifying the pleasure of his rock-hard shaft gliding between her thighs.

Lacey was relieved to see some real attention from Eric. She'd felt the sting of her heat deep inside five weeks ago, nature calling out her animal instincts, and it maddened her. She wasn't ready to risk a pregnancy, so she stuck with pleasuring herself, and sought out the occasional talents of Sandra's practised tongue. And they were all so busy -- working the fields, the house -- for so long. It never felt like the right moment for sex. Now that Winter was coming in, there would be time aplenty for all manner of adult fun. This would be the first of many!

The thought of bearing young excited her, but only at the theoretical level. Seeing how much work was involved with helping Sandra raise hers', brought the lust she felt into perspective.Not yet, not, yet, she'd told herself,you've got all the time in the world to decide.

Still...it's always nice to fantasize...

Her orgasm came sooner than expected. Lacey yelped. Her body jerked up into Eric's chest. Her legs encircled his thrusting backside, yearning for him to release his seed. Lacey was almost attached to Eric at this point -- if he stood up, she'd be along for the ride!

Reacting to her tunnel wrapping around him ever-tighter, Eric groaned. She was cumming, and she was cumming hard. Her winking innards brought him to his own peak. The spasms of the cowgirl's muscles made him orgasm as suddenly as she did, and it was no less surprising for him.

Eric lunged forward, slamming Lacey into the mattress. He carried on forcing himself against her, pushing, as hard as possible, his legs finding purchase on the edge of the bed-frame to force himself deeper. A gnawing instinct within the bull ordered him onward, the need to reach her womb the only purpose he had right now. Not that she would be impregnated, it was a safe day and Eric knew that. No...this was an uncontrollable desire to bury himself as far as possible inside his mate, and what made it all the more rewarding was the fact it was risk-free. Bareback, with no drawbacks.

Lacey felt the thick ropes of cum empty into her, filling her with Eric's boiling essence. She dutifully waited until the last spurts of his cock were fired before reacting to his weakening arms. He stammered out a masculine roar, ending in a gasp and teeth chattering, and collapsed onto the bed. Lacey was fast enough to slide out from underneath him before he fell, careful not to lose any of his bovine seed.

Eric exhaled, a happy 'aaahhh' leaving his mouth. Not content with leaving Sandra unfulfilled, he rolled onto his back, and peeked up at his first mate at the head of the bed, who -- according to his perspective -- was upside-down.

"Came a bit too soon didn't ya?"

"Looks like it," he said, "Lacey, what did you do to me!?"

She explained: "I was...well...overthinking some things..."

"Mooh," Sandra cooed, "you were thinking something awfully hot weren't you?"

"Maybe..." she admitted.

"Well...c'mon! Tell us!"

"It's just a little fantasy I've been playing out in my head from time to time. I'm not saying any more."

Sandra's intuition got the better of Lacey's vagaries. "You were thinking 'bout gettin' pregnant!"

"How did you--"

"I've thought the same thing, before the twins. The idea's hot isn't it?"

"Yeah."

It was Eric's turn to speak: "well, you play your cards right babe, and I might oblige you some day."

"Nonono...I was just...imagining...I'm not ready at all for something like that."

"Well honey," Sandra raised her voice, "let's leave Lacey to stew in her embarrassed juices over there, you an' me have unfinished business."

Eric shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of 'well, what can you do?' to Lacey. She was relieved to no longer be the target of their teasing, and lay beside her bull, watching the Reimonds.

Sandra tilted her upper half over Eric, her plentiful melons draped over his head. Her turn to crawl over him! She carried herself with all the grace her position could muster, brushing her tits along his rippling abs, pressing her body to his, coming to his mostly-hard cock.Let's give this a clean, she said to herself as she positioned her supple form atop her lover.

Eric already knew what was coming.Oh boy! Sandra brought her talented mouth to bear on his grand column. Starting with prior ejaculate, she lapped up his seed. Tasting his very essence mixed with Lacey's, her spice merged with his overwhelming musk. Her bull returned the favour, nudging his tongue against her ruby-red opening, starting an impromptu '69'.

To Eric's surprise she deep-throated him. "Whoa...whoa!" he exclaimed as she took his entire length.

"There," she said after removing his member from her muzzle, "that's clean enough."

She sat upright on his chest, eyeing his delicious meat. "You're not done yet buster!" She grabbed a handful of his copious balls, the large testes not yet short of man-milk. This was her time.Let's give momma what she wants.

She eased him in for a second time today. Watching her bovine booty lower down on his bullhood entranced Eric, like her ass was a snake-charmer that decided one day to turn their talents to farm animals. A swish of her tail as she went down, a stifled moan, a comfortable sigh. It all served to enhance the experience.

There's a joke somewhere here about a cowgirl doing a reverse cowgirl, but I won't make it.

He felt her velvet interior caress each inch of his erect shaft. He lay there enraptured, the vision of her rolling ass cheeks, swaying incredibly sexily, emboldened him. His tired arms shot up from their rest, invigorated by what he saw, muscles ignoring their weakened state, and he placed his hands on her lower back, gripping his mate by the love handles.

That perfect apple-bottom...he was bedding a MILF. A dream MILF...

Sandra looked behind her with a desirous gaze, egging him on. "C'mon baby, push back, go deeper..."

Oh you betcha.

"Please, please. Fuck me."

God-damn, you're so hot when you swear.

"Fuck me. Fuck your dirty cow."

Oh you dirty little barnyard whore!

That tell-tale womanly tingling arrived on scene. Sandra was beginning to lose control. Emitting a cry of pleasure as she rode her man: "mooo!"

"Shh babe! Your voice'll carry down the hall!"

You're right Eric, don't wanna wake...

"Oh God."

...the kids...

"Fuck."

...and have to stop...

"Eee-ahh! Ah!"

...all this...

"Wait, wait, wait. Honey, hold up." Sandra stalled, pausing with Eric's entire length within her. The bull was confused. Was she catching her breath?

A devilish grin took shape on Sandra's lips. He had been cruel enough to pull out on her earlier, so she was going to make this last as long as possible. To make him whine for release like an impertinent pet.

And she did. Oh, she did.

"Honey, keep going."

"Don't honey me," she said in a sultry voice, "that won't get you anywhere."

"Aww, c'mon Sandra, I need this..." he moaned.

"Does my big, strong bull love me?"

"I do. I do." For Eric this was unbearable, he was so close, so very close to release. Her innermost flesh caressed him, bringing him to near-heavenly heights, but never committing completely. Much like a magnet it locked him in place. Every attempt to resist failed as her warm lining enticed him further in.

"Say it."

"What?"

"Say it hun."

"Ack," he coughed impatiently, "I love you."

Sandra contemplated his admission, wiggling her backside once or twice to force a grunt from him. "I don't believe you."

"Aw come on!"

"What? I'm having a little fun here. I've got you right where I want you, all up inside me."

"This is torture. There has to be some sort of international agreement banning this sort of thing." he mockingly pleaded. They snickered a mutually exasperated snicker.

Sandra's kegels instinctively went into action, rhythmically compressing and expanding. Her muscles contracted around his cock, squashing him inside her. Tense silence, punctuated by her laboured breathing as her orgasm drew near. She cursed herself for letting an involuntary response dictate the pace of her play.

It came and knocked her socks off, rippling through her, electrifying her whole body, sinew and tendon wobbling in sync with the pulsating pleasure. Always with an alert ear, seeing if the kids had been woken by her cries.

"Shit honey, don't be so loud!"

Eric's warning reached her too late as she roared a mighty roar...

"MOOOO!"

Her body came to a juddering halt as the rest of her climax hit her. Frozen in place. Elation rescued her senses once the peak of her orgasm passed. A serenity she'd sorely missed.

"You still not done yet?" she asked her mate. Eric nodded.Shoot, turns out he's lasted longer than me!

"Does that mean I win?"

"Huh?"

"The whole 'say you love me or I wont make you cum' shtick you got goin' there. Ya fucked that one up didn't ya. Miss 'help I'm cumming too soon'!"

"Shut up...I was havin' fun."

"Oh, I enjoyed it too. All the more because I beat you!"

"Luh...Lah...Luh-Lacey," Sandra managed to stutter amidst her fluctuating buzz, "could you be a star and check the twins. We were a bit loud just there."

"Of course." Lacey left the room, basking in her own afterglow still.

Eric gathered what remaining strength he had and pumped his hips, taking Sandra once again. The last few thrusts necessary to bring him over the edge.

He came a second time, emptying his enormous balls into his mate, his lover, first female of his herd, mother of his adorable daughters. She fell back on his chest, lying on top of him, his broad arms wrapping around her waist as his shaft throbbed. Now was the time to cuddle.

"I like the bed," she said.

"I knew you would."

Lacey returned to them with the all-clear: "looks like we're okay. They're still fast asleep."

"Good..." the happy couple wheezed.

* * *

A light rest was had, until Lacey and Sandra awoke several hours later. It was now evening time. The strong smell of sex beginning to fade into the background while beams of warm orange sunlight filtered through the window, casting the bed as a thick black shadow across the floor.

Lacey was the first to rise, a yawn and a stretch heralding her return to consciousness. She sat up on the bed, her satisfied breasts giving a little pert jiggle as she moved. Eric's seed could still be felt within her, a faint liquid warmth in her belly. She sighed as she watched the other two hybrids lie there, Eric snoring, Sandra beginning to stir. This was true happiness for her. A family she was part of.

Sandra woke as Lacey got up off the bed, her back to her herd-sister. Sandra watched with fascination as Lacey's muscles rippled and flexed beneath her soft, plump exterior. She was caught staring as Lacey turned around.

"Oh hey," she piped up, her tail whipping about energetically, "you're awake now too!"

"Hey herd-sis," Sandra groggily replied, "how are you feelin'."

"Wonderful."

"Me too."

They both looked at Eric, still sleeping, his arms spread out on the bed, the way he'd held his mates close to him after their lovemaking session. A warmth tingled inside Sandra too as she watched his chest rise and fall.

"He's quite potent isn't he?"

"You f-feel it too?" Lacey stammered, caught off-guard by Sandra's remark.

"Mmm-hmm. Feels good doesn't it?"

"Yeah. It's been a while since we did this. All three of us together that is."

"Moo," Sandra agreed, "we let a bunch of things slip this past year. Let's fix that."

Lacey nodded. "Now that Eric's finished working on the house, he should have a lot more free time."

"I hope so." A melancholic mood took over. "I'm worried about him, Lacey. He's been workin' more and more, and I know it's to distract him from...Tommy..."

"Tommy...he's doing good you know. Carl's been updating me--"

"Oh I know, I know. You have to thank Carl for that actually. It's great to hear how my boy is doing. It's just...Eric...he feels really shitty 'bout what he did, even after all this time the pain's too real."

"What can we do to help though?"

"He needs closure. Himself and Tommy. I don't know if Tommy ever wants to come back, but the hurt needs to heal."

Sandra remained silent for a moment, thinking. "Listen," she said, "let's take this somewhere else, leave Eric to rest. We can check up on the gruesome twosome as well."

"Sure thing."

* * *

"Ugh. What time is it?"

Eric woke up to the sound of chatter outside the bedroom. The door was closed.The girls must be up a while now, he thought, where's that alarm clock?

His arms clumsily flailed about as he turned, half-asleep, to one of the bedside tables. Scrabbling for the black plastic of the digital timepiece, he found the glowing blue display telling him it was seven-thirty.

Ahh...I overslept a bit.

The voices from outside grew louder. Then the door handle turned, it opened, and Lacey and Sandra came back into the room.

"Hey girls, how's things?" He subconsciously threw the bed covers over his midsection, which elicited a laugh from his mates.

"You don't need to cover up for us Eric, we like seeing what ya got!" Lacey joked as Sandra pulled the covers back off him. His handsome body back on display. The pair sneaking a peek at his flaccid, but nonetheless impressive, bullhood.

"Mmmm...much better," they both said.

They lay back down, flanking him, shifting around as the sheets ruffled. Both were keen to snuggle.

"How are the twins?" Eric asked.

"Oh, still out like a light. They've had a good snooze these past four hours. My only worry for Lacey and I is that we won't get any sleep tonight!"

"Funny. That's good though...them sleepin'...at that age they need it..."

The two females shared a knowing glance. "Uhm, Eric, sweetie?"

"What is it Sandra?"

"Lacey and I have been talking. About things. And we want to try and help you with Tommy."

"Oh," he was saddened at the mention of his son's name, "oh..."

"Now we talked, and we both decided it would be best if you reach out to him. Like a letter, something personal. A heart-to-heart. You've been thinking 'bout it a lot lately, we can tell."

"A letter...yeah maybe...I was thinking about something like that. I don't know if I'm ready though."

"You'll never be ready if you keep tellin' yourself that! He's our son, Eric, and we hurt him. We drove him away!" She stopped, and eased her tone: "there's no need to be scared, Eric. He'll understand."

"Will he though?"

"He will. He might not forgive us, but he'll understand. Lacey thinks the same thing."

"I do," Lacey interjected, "you both love him very much, and it's awful to see you constantly beat yourself up about what happened, Eric. You know it was wrong, so say it. Tell him."

"You need to communicate." Sandra re-iterated.

He didn't say much for a while. Content to stay still while Lacey hugged him and Sandra traced figure-eights on his chest fur. His soul was not at rest, however.

I have everything I need to be happy. Everything bar my son...

Fuck...I need to do this, they're right...

I can't hide, can't pretend nothing happened...

Bracing himself, he agreed. "You're right. You're both right."

He felt a pair of hands close around his own, each female taking one. A reminder of their support.

"We can help, if you need us to."

He hugged them tight, held them close. "Where would I be without you, huh, girls?"

"Lot more pent-up that's for sure!" Sandra jokingly replied.

Eric tried to hold back a chuckle, but it escaped anyways. He sat up, closed his eyes, and let out a long rumbling sigh.

"It's time. Time to reach out."