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Hearth in Herds – Part VIII

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He was asleep, but for how long?

Jamie shifted in the sheets, a pleasant warmth overtaking his body – more than usual, in fact. His dreams were blurry, but in a fun way. Lucid and filled with curvy shapes and bouncing bodies. In those dreams he bed his barn full of pretty, thick cow girls, and they were eager to please him. His cock shifted, hard in his sleep, and an abrupt intensity overtook his loins. It was so strong, so real!

Then, his eyelids fluttered open. Blink, blink. Muddy shapes and colors filled his eyes, yet that powerful sensation around his loins continued. His first immediate thought was he had one hell of a wet dream. Every now and again one experienced such pleasant lucidity, though awoke to find a boring reality. Then, the blurry, sleepy haze of his sight clarified. A dream, in fact, it was not! He looked down at the bedsheets, only to discover he had company.

He groaned, because his cock was not wet from a lucid, sordid dream. No, rather a soft pair of warm, plush lips was dutifully wrapped around his steadfast prick, tossing in slow, servile motions. His flesh glistened as a sloppy tongue dragged itself along the sides and edges, massaging ever bit of it.

“Julie," he muttered, still somewhat groggy from sleep. She noted he was awake, her wide eyes beaming like little blue gemstones.

She popped him free, stroking his sodden length with her silky palms. “Mm! Jamie! Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, hehe."

She kissed the tip of his length. “I was hoping to um, indulge a little."

Jamie managed a weak chuckle. “Ah, well, sorry for stopping you," he rasped. “Thought I was in a dream."

Julie tapped the fat length against her tongue. “Even better. . . the real thing."

She opened her mouth wider to let the tip stroke along the warm hot wetness, giggling as she did. Her focus was attentive to the quivering inches, staring at the shuddering cock as though it were the most important thing in her life.

“Sorry," she groaned, “I just couldn't keep myself away!"

Her skilled digits reached to the base of Jamie's length, holding it in a soft “ring" shape while her lips smooched the crown several times in adoring fashion, like she were embracing a lover with her mouth. Which, technically, she was, just in a very different way. Each motion she performed incurred several approving groans from Jamie, while his wakening hands went to pet her head.

“Grmf. Good girl," he praised. “Suck it like you mean it."

Some time ago, these words might never have left him. A different Jamie would just let the girl perform her task with authoritative persistence. But he was growing, and not just in size. Confident, demanding, fancying himself head of the farmstead and the 'breeding bull' for all the girls. If that was the case, he planned to act like one.

“Oooh, yes sir," smirked Julie, rubbing her lips along the length. Then, she shifted a bit, taking her fat, plump tits and letting them slam on Jamie's thighs with a resounding clap. Those perfect, fat orbs nearly engulfed all of Jamie's waist, ensnaring him in their soft, silky-fur grip. He would never tire of that sight, his tip springing up between them like a lewd flora.

At once, Julie smashed her tits together, choking and stroking the twitching flesh in steady rises and dives. Each motion sent waves of electric warmth throughout Jamie, and he instinctually bucked into her while she worked.

“Hmf. You get bigger, girl?" he chuckled, watching her actions.

Julie let her tongue roll around the length's tip again, purring. “Mmmm I may have. It's normal for us bovid gals, hehe."

He wouldn't doubt it at all. Every time he saw one of the girls, they only appeared to get larger in some way, which was saying something considering their impossibly curvy figures.

Here, Jamie took command and grabbed Julie's front, massaging her thick breasts before smacking and swatting them into his length. Julie cooed with a surprised yelp, watching as her bull toyed and played with her mountainous front.

“Ung, h-hey, aren't I supposed to do that?" said Julie, blushing as she watched her squishy tits tossed about with masculine gusto.

Jamie responded by pinching and tugging at her nips, procuring yet another set of moans and pleasant whines from the bovine girl.

“Oh yes, yes you are," he chided. “Go on then."

Julie's features went red, but she nodded. “H-hah, oh of course, sir."

She licked her lips, returning to the main “feature." At once, her soft, plush lips returned to the tip, gripping it with perfect suction as she pushed her head forward and began a messy assault of dutiful, servile suckles. The sounds were a lewd but welcome orchestra, combined with her shclorps and schlops, little moans escaping her to add to the act.

Her bobbing head shifted her breasts, forcing them to wobble while she tossed her head along the length. It pushed into her, bulging her throat, but it did not give her pause. No, she was an expert at this point, able to bury Jamie's length into oral chamber as natural as breathing.

“Mmmf, mmmn. . ."

Her evened motions were perfect, sticky trails of saliva forcing the ensnared cock to glisten like tender meat. She'd release him with a loud 'pop,' wigging her tongue against the crown, breathing on it with little steamy puffs, then returned to her “task" with eager ferocity.

“Agn, how are you so good at this?" said Jamie, ogling her while his cock vanished into her supple lips, choked betwixt her heaving breasts as she drew him in.

She released him once more, gasping, stroking his eager flesh. “Ffn, ahh, mnm, I 'practice' a lot, heheh. But those silly silicon toys just can't beat the real thing! They don't compare. . ."

Julie smacked herself hard with the thick, pulsing rod. “Not at all to my bull's big fat dick."

She proceeded to engulf him into her throat one last time, hastening her head motions and coaxing Jamie's cock to orgasm. The searing seed coating her oral tunnel, painting her throat with sticky white ropes, causing her to cough and sputter. But she didn't spare a single drop, ensuring to get every bit of her “bull" until his balls were completely drained.

-*-

“Hah, if I stay here all day, I'll never leave the bed."

Indeed, much as Jamie wanted to stay, he had things to do. And by “do," that was another girl. Julie explained that Tia, the one infatuated with flowers and gardening, was tending to newly grown flowers in the fields. It had been a while since Jamie saw her, as it was challenging to “see" every girl and give them the right amount of attention.

So, he washed, and made his way outside, navigating down the estate stairs. The farm estate manor was, for the time being, mostly empty, and no doubt each girl was returning to their task. All the fucking was fun, but it also had a product to deliver. There would be time for festivities later, no doubt. Outside, the day was still pleasant and sunny. It wasn't the rainy season on his side of New Columbia, and the few clouds populating the sky carried an almost greenish hint to them thanks to the unique atmospheric properties of the dwarf planet. That said, if you travelled around you could easily mistake it for Terra Prime in the original Sol System, given the lush fields and grounds used for farming and infrastructure.

It had a secondary benefit of entertaining the girls – specifically Tia. She had a soft spot for growing unique flowers and flora, caring for them in a motherly sort of way. Part hobby, part instinct. Given the whole “breeding" conundrum Jamie had been researching, it made sense she pushed some of that energy into the delicate hybrids and flower breeds. They weren't common ones either like the resilient dandelion or simple daisy – some of these flowers had very specific requirements to grow into strong, healthy plants.

Given the blossoming patches of wildflowers and colorful petals, she was doing an excellent job. Outside, Jamie made his way to the western side of the manor estate, opposite of where the milking “complex" was. On the western view, Tia's flowers formed families of colorful heads, married to a fence that gave way to a long, dirt road into the expansive farm fields. He walked a while until he spied the girl in question. Tia's silhouette was hard to mistake – she was curvy, even by the standards of the other bovid ladies.

Where the gals sported thick chests and ample thighs, Tia's fat mounds took up a majority of her torso. Her wide rear was soft and wide, with “childbearing" hips as the kids might say. She had colorful blue eyes shivered in the light with a sandy coat of fur, all complimenting her doting, appeasing personality. She was, in blunt terms, made for breeding.

Given Jamie was happily easing into his role as the head “bull," no doubt he was eager to oblige her. As he approached, the generously curved cowgal was leaning, attending to her floral children. She lacked prudence, only wearing a set of garden gloves and wide-brim straw hat. Her firm rump pressed out, the enticing backside swaying in gentle wiggles, as if she were expecting company. Given Jamie's “antics," she probably was.

Her loping ears perked at his approach, her head only slightly turning as she continued to manage the family of flowers in front of her. “Oh, is that who I think it is?" she said, her voice soft and lulling, like a pleasant melody.

“Am I that obvious?" Jamie said, coming closer. “You aren't wearing anything, how could I resist?"

Indeed, again, he looked her over, and that figure was so hard not to pounce on. He could've, right there, and she would've welcomed it. Spread her cheeks wide and pump her wet pussy full of his seed, again and again. And yet, something about this meet-and-greet felt different. All the girls had their “way," a cadence, a pattern they followed. To ignore it was robbing himself of an opportunity to see what they could really do. Tia had that caring nature, smoldering and subtle.

“You shouldn't," she said, straightening now and turning. Her plump, plush tits wobbled as she moved, hefty with tempting weight.

“Well. . ." countered Jamie. “You wouldn't be saying anything, hehe. An idle mouth is a wasted one."

She smirked, but flushed. “What an excellent idea."

And then, gestured at the family of flowers. “I was just finishing up here. They're coming in nicely."

Jamie took an appreciative look. Indeed, the care showed through – each bush and nest of blossoming heads looked fertile and healthy. She'd tilled the soil and ensured they were given the right nutrients for optimal growth.

“You know," she continued. “You're a bit like a flower too?"

He blinked. “Uh, I am?"

“Why yes. . . just like them you need strong foundations and fertile soil to grow. And produce."

Ah, of course. Jamie figured this was going somewhere different. The bovid girl's cheeks were flushing a pleasant rose and her half-lidded eyes looked him over in admiration. “You are the bull now," she went on.

“And thus you need good 'tilling' so you can produce strong heirs and children, no?"

Jamie gave a pleasant smirk. “Well, I won't argue with that. As long as you're not planning on putting me in the ground or anything."

“Only if you want," she joked. But then, Tia approached and took him by the hand. Her gentle fingers wrapped around his wrist while she wordlessly drew him close, granting a kiss.

“But I have a better idea."

Here, Tia guided Jamie down a small path, not too far from her flowerbed. There resided a bench, large enough to seat several people. She ushered him to sit, pushing him into the comfortable seat. “I think it's important my bull is well taken care of."

Jamie was entranced, of course, at the “mercy" of this busty, bouncing cow girl. Her bare bosom swayed in gentle patterns as she moved, shifting into a new position. Instead of looming over him, Tia went to her knees, folding her arms in front of her in submissive fashion. She smiled at him, her eyes rather glossy as her perk, soft lips curled with delight.

“I think it's important we attend to your seedmakers, ensure you're producing like a bull should, right?"

Jamie blinked. First time he heard that euphemism, but he understood. “Oh, I see." Sensing her intent, he parted his legs.

“Well, you're quite right. I'm no good to any of you if I'm like a leaky pipe, eh?"

“Oh, very correct, Jamie."

She licked her lips, eyes darting to his midriff, then his crotch. “And I need to make sure you're at top performance."

With skilled digits, she stripped Jamie down, pulling away at his pants and revealing his now expanding, hardening cock. His flank erupted into view with a defiant sway, smacking Tia once on the lips as she giggled in approving fashion.

“Excited already?"

“Mmf, how could I not be?"

He shuddered as she took his length into one of her hands, the delicate palm stroking the inches in a dutiful but expert manner. He always wondered how the girls were so good at this. How much practice did they have? Or… were they genetically predisposed to being good at sex acts? Either way, a win-win for Jamie.

“That's good," she cooed. “Very good."

Her expert digits wrapped in harmonious fashion, gripping the tip while gliding to the threshold. She did this while breathing on the tip, licking her lips, only to then press a soft, subservient kiss on Jamie's cock. He shuddered, as the sensation never really grew old.

“Mm, but first," Tia continued. “We need to 'til the soil'. Can't grow without that."

He didn't know what she meant at first, but that was soon rectified by a soft, warm sensation against his sensitive, hefty balls. Tia giggled as she planted a long, slow kiss on both of Jamie's jewels, polishing his stones with a bess here and there. Slow, smacking sounds emanated from her initial efforts, smooching the sack with dutiful diligence.

“Oh my, those poor balls are so big, you must be pent up. . ." she cooed.

Jamie grunted in pleasant fashion. “Mm, guess I am. . . even though I did just finish up a while ago. . ."

“You are the bull after all, you have intense needs."

Here, Tia licked her lips and proceeded to quell any further discussion, focusing on the task in her hands. She massaged the heavy testes, cupping and massaging them in palms, procuring a few groans from her master. She giggled at his response, eyeing him closely as she set to work. Her tongue dangled and stroked against the hefty stones, dragging across them in slow, steady strokes. She started with lingering, tedious laps, adoring each jewel like she would one of her own flowers.

“Tasty."

Jamie watched as the bovid girl then kissed each stone, her pouty lips dotting the package with dutiful besses and smecks. She did them quickly at first, providing a little “mmfah" with each touch, while Jamie's rigid cock rest against her features.

“Hmm, let me weigh them," she said, playfully letting her tongue hang out and resting the orbs on the wet pink, pantomiming as though she was contemplating. “Nice and heavy."

Here, she proceeded to enhance her actions, mouthing at the stones with increased vigor. Sloppy sucks and slorps emitted from her lips as she engulfed the balls in her mouth, swiveling them around and popping them free with an audible squelch. One of her hands drifted to the shaft and massaged with servile strokes, keeping the hot length twitching and ready while she continued to work the orbs over. Her kisses became more attentive, as though she were enamored with her role, dribbles of saliva escaping her lips and forming a gooey bridge from her mouth to the bits.

“Nnnf."

Jamie's pleasured grown caught her ears, and she decided to move on to the main course. “I think you're ready for something else. . . let's just see how good the other girls are compared to me, mm?"

Now her lips curled around the tip of Jamie's cock, suckling the bellend with a pleasant force and applying another dutiful kiss against his crown. Her hands rest on his knees now as she went to all fours, looking the part of truly submissive, curvy bovine woman, her plump rear wriggling in a dance to entertain her bull.

At once, Tia engulfed the inches into her hot, slippering throat, slowly wrapping around the shaft as her eyes stared up at Jamie in submissive passion. She mumbled and squeaked with relative surprise as the large, twitching rod expanded her throat, stretching her out as she slowly sank on the bestial root to its threshold. Once she found she could adequately “accept" every inch, she hastened her motions.

Sloppy sounds filled the air, loud schlorps escaping Tia as she drove her head on the hot pike with skilled, swift head bobs. Her tongue hung loose, stroking at Jamie's testes while she worked, his flank glistening with sticky pre and saliva as the bovid girl bounced her head on his loins.

“Ohg, Tia, that's perfect. . ." grunted Jamie. “Keep going you beautiful cowbitch. . ."

Her cheeks went hot red, but it did not deter Tia at all. If nothing else, it only excited her further, and she rewarded her master's command by gripping his inches and tip with a tighter force, her lips curling around his crown while she panted with intensifying heat.

“Yes, of course," she said through muffled words. “I'm your good cowbitch, aren't I?"

Jamie couldn't respond as his cock once again vanished into her sloppy throat, his length shuddering at her attentions. He could feel the hot, spiking electric pleasure beginning to overwhelm his abdomen, and he knew he was close. It was hard to decide whether he wanted to make a total mess of her face or pump her tummy full of his seed, but he decided on the latter. It wasn't quite time to “ruin" Tia, not that way just yet.

“Oh god. . ." Jaimie waivered, feeling his loins shudder and twitch. Tia gave a surprised squeak as he grabbed the back of her neck, pushing her forward into the threshold of his cock. She buried her nose on his loins while the shuddering inches pulsed to orgasm, ropes of seed quickly jetting into her awaiting tunnel. Tia's cheeks flushed a hot red, eyes rolling up as she felt his roiling balls tense and relax, pumping his issue into her throat. She happily obliged the action, slurping and gulping the seed as it dribbled into her, swallowing it with dutiful subservience.

Slowly, Tia pulled off the sloppy cock, saliva and sex making a mess of her pouty plush lips, gasping for air as she coughed a few times. “That was. . . ahem. . . so good. . ."

Jamie panted too, but his exhaustion was brief. He was still feeling quite strong the past several days, his stamina increasing along with his libido. Nowhere was that clarified more than with his standing cock, which remained glistening and erect, even after Tia's perfect oral service. She noticed, and felt a fresh wave of arousal.

“My my, Jamie, rumor got around fast. The girls were right."

Here, the curvy cowgirl stood – slowly – looming over Jamie in a come-hither, motherly sort of way. Her fat bosom swayed and bounced with each little breath and motion, giving Jamie ample view of her mountainous slopes.

“You're quite strong. . . how exciting!"

She continued to move, sitting next to Jamie on the bench, eyeing his sloppy, drenched member. “But still, you need proper tending to. The others are wild I'm sure. . . but not like me, I don't think."

Jamie was intrigued. “Oho, heh. What do you mean?"

“Mmm, why not feel stronger while I please you? Your cowbitch is eager to serve, after all."

She pat her soft, welcoming lap. “It's a nice day too. Why don't you rest a moment and let me take care of you more, mm?"

He didn't know exactly what she meant. . . at least not at first. But given her motherly attributes and current position, he started to get an idea. Furthermore, those ample, busty tits of hers were just so inviting. All the girls sported and impressive rack to smack around and play with, but Tia held a firmness, a fullness that just begged to be milked and toyed with.

“Lie down you say?" said Jamie. “Like this?"

He placed the back of his head on her soft, welcoming thighs, his view now of the beautiful bluish green sky and Tia's lovely features. She smiled down at him, lips still wet from her previous “actions." One hand went to his forehead, stroking him with admiration, granting him a calm sensation of total relaxation.

“Oh yes, that's perfect. Now. . ."

She hoisted one of her fat tits, squeezing at the rosy-pink nipple. “Wouldn't you like to sample me too, Jamie?"

Did he even have to say “yes?" Wordless, Tia leaned just so, that one of her ample tits fell over Jamie's face, smothering him while her nip danced across his lips. He licked at it, before snagging it with his lips and teeth, biting with gentle pressure. Tia responded with a pleased 'ooo,' before humming as her “bull" began to suckle and toy with her breast.

Like the other girls, it didn't take long before her ample rack provided the rich, delicious milk the farm was famous for. The same milk granting Jamie unusual amounts of stamina, enriching him, filling him with lustful vigor. He purred in pleasant moments, ravishing her soft, yet firm, nipple, Tia responding in kind with dutiful hums.

“That's it. . ." she coaxed. “Get everything you need from me. . ."

As he fondled and played with her breast, Tia's free hand slipped down to Jamie's waist. She trailed along his stomach before touching the glistening cock, the sodden shaft nice and slippery in her firm, skilled grip.

She let her palm slide in slow rises and dives, gripping his tip in just the right ways before releasing, then strolling back down to the threshold of his cock. Her gentle, satisfied moans mixed with Jamie's, creating a lewd song of lovers.

“God, so big, even in my hand," she commented, exhaling as Jamie continued to suckle at her tit. “I practiced getting things in my, mm, throat, but. . . so impressive."

Jamie took the compliment to heart and let his own hand rise, gripping Tia's free, firm bosom. He toyed with the healthy mound, jostling and squeezing it, letting it rest in his hand before continuing to stroke and massage the supple flesh. He could do this forever, given the opportunity. His squeezes hastened, once again yanking at the plump mound and tugging at the hardened nip, delicious nectar dribbling from her rack as he continued to suckle her.

“Nfm, I can. . . feel you getting close. . ."

She wasn't wrong. Jamie's throbbing, polished flesh grew more and more excited. Each stroke brought new, profound sensations of excitement throughout his throbbing inches, a mixture of heightened sensitivity and pleasure. Usually his “little fella" needed a break before he tried out the girls' milk, but these days, his desire to keep going and going reached new, intense heights. Tia's practiced motions were blissful, silky skilled strokes. She toyed and hastened her motions, but kept each sliding rise and dive unique, avoiding repetitive motions to help him achieve a satisfying climax.

“Onnnfm. . ."

Jamie groaned, his voice muffled by the fat, plush teat squished on his face. However, his loins shuddered to life once more. At once, his cock erupted with healthy waves of seed, bursting from the tip and coating Tia's hand. She gave another surprised oh, but one of satisfaction and servile amusement.

“Goood. . . good. Cum strong, my big bull. . ."

His body twitched in a satisfied manner, overwhelmed with another orgasm. He heaved and huffed, uncertain of where his “load" was going, but didn't really care. When he finished, Tia straightened, pulling her breasts away from her master and looking down at him with seductive, alluring eyes.

“My, my, so impressive!" she complimented. Tia eyed Jamie's cock, which remained stiff and hard despite his orgasm and waves of buzzy afterglow.

“And still as strong as steel? You're getting very good at this, master Jamie."

Jamie lied back still, enjoying that dreamy wave of heated post-orgasm pleasantness. The kind that left you floating in your own mind for a bit, your flesh and loins tingling from raw, intense pleasure. But he was still quite aroused and wanting so much more from Tia, as he did with the other girls.

Tia, in the meantime, suckled and licked away the sticky seed that drenched her palm, ensuring to get every drop. It was important to not let such precious issue go to waste and enjoy every drop of her new bull. She had to have all of him, inside her, no matter what.

“Still want more, I see," she commented with a chuckle.

Jamie glanced at his throbbing erection. “Think so, huh?"

His mind was too fuzzy from all the fucking to form a cohesive sentence, not that it mattered.

“Well. . . I wouldn't be a useful girl if I didn't oblige, Jamie," giggled Tia. “Let's keep you entertained, mm?"

She pat the bench again. “Why don't you get comfortable again and let me take care of my big, needy bull?"

Obliging with a nod, Jamie lifted himself from his prone position to ease back into the surprisingly comfortable bench. He wouldn't mind just resting there on her delicious thighs, enjoying the clear sky and afternoon breeze of New Columbia. But there was “business" to attend to, and Tia was just as voracious as he.

Tia stood, wiggling a bit as if to prepare for what came next. Once again, her delicious, curvy silhouette was there for Jamie to ogle and enjoy. He could really appreciate how wide and buxom her thick hips and full ass were, complimented by her mature frame and impressive bust. He reached over to squeeze and jostle her immense cheeks, granting them a firm, hard slap. Tia squeaked in surprise, but again, not out of protest. Her rump wiggle together and he split the peach to eye her tempting holes, feeling more eager than ever to bury himself in her hot, wet womanhood.

“I can tell you're eager," she cooed. “As you should be."

Tia turned and grinned. “I'm betting the other girls don't treat you as well."

“Weeelll. . ." Jamie chuckled. “Maybe they do. But maybe you could treat me even better? You want to be my personal cow bitch, after all, right?"

The very words sent a rush of excitement through Tia, wiggling her hips in enthused fashion. “Oh yes, Jamie. I want nothing more than to please and worship my big bull."

“Good girl," he complimented, applying a hard, firm swat against her backside. The snap of flesh caused the cheeks to reciprocate with another wave of violent wiggles. “Now do your job."

Tia bit her soft lower lip and nodded. Jamie's new sense of command enthralled her, and she wanted to please him, the master of the farm. She straddled him, her plump breasts squishing his face in between their soft grasp while his prick slipped between the axis of her rump.

“Yes sir," Tia giggled, tossing her ass in upward bounces. Jamie gripped her cheeks and squeezed, spreading them apart before nudging her pucker with his rigid tip.

Tia gasped, not quite expecting a “visitor" there, but she obliged. With a gentle moan, Tia licked her lips, raising her ass above the tip before descending in one, smooth stroke. She shivered as the fat inches pushed into her anal tunnel, spreading her wide as she bent to the whims of her bull.

“Ohfuck," she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Y-you're so big!"

Jamie gasped too, feeling his immense length vanish into Tia's supple, tight tunnel. He wanted nothing more than to pound her pussy and fill her with seed, but this was a nice warmup. “Fuck yes," he groaned, his mind losing itself to bestial passions and enamored lust.

“Bounce on me you beautiful cow bitch," he added. “Show me, mmf, how much you love your bull!"

Blushing, Tia kissed Jamie and nodded in between pants. “Yes! Yes, I will!"

She loved it. The idea of being perpetually mounted and bred by her one and only Jamie, to have him sire children with her. Maybe the other girls didn't prioritize it as much, but Tia certainly kept the thought close. She was motherly and attentive, and worshipping Jamie was just how she wanted to things. To be on all fours for him, to kiss his cock, to let him play and toy with her generous body, she couldn't get enough!

Tia executed on this thought by wilding bouncing on Jamie, her fat full ass smacking hard against his hips. His cock vanished in her generous tunnel, the slippery wet length dipping in and out of her winking hole, sloppy with saliva and precum. Each bounce sent a raucous of noise around the fields, the plaps and slaps and claps quite audible for anyone with good ears. Which was. . . most of the farm. Perhaps the other girls were not directly around to see Tia tossing her rump on Jamie's inches, but they could hear her wild moans intermixed with flesh colliding with flesh.

Jamie grinned, watching his girl ride him like, well, a cowgirl, his cock pounding her tunnel without mercy. The tightness was perfect, massing and sucking his length while her tits pressed against his face. He wanted nothing more than to fill her completely, fill every hole he could with his fertile seed, just as he would with the other girls. Tia was proving to be one of the most willing for that.

“Do you love it, my big bull?" cooed Tia as she continued to bounce, hot steamy air leaving her muzzle in cloudy puffs.

“Riding you! Letting you fuck my holes? I'm just your lowly, servile cow bitch! For whatever you want!"

Jamie proceeded to rock his hips upward, nearing another climax. He still had plans for her hot, supple pussy, but first. . .

“That's my girl," he grunted, throwing his arms around her waist. “My good cow bitch."

“YES!" wailed Tia. “Please, master, fuck me! Cum in me!"

Of course, Jamie obliged her. His twitching, excited cock burst to life as he slammed Tia down, pressing her on his impaling inches. Her tiny hole was forced to wrap around his dick, the tip twitching and gushing with enthused ropes of sticky, breeding seed. Tia moaned, gasping as she felt the masculine ichor flood into her anal hole, her fat bottom jiggling and red from Jamie's incessant smacks and thrusts.

His semen gushed from her tight pucker, dripping into the bench and pooling into the ground. Tia panted, gritting her teeth as her master used her tight asshole like his personal cock-sock. . . and she wouldn't have it any other way.

“J-Jamie, my bull, you w-we're- WUH!"

Before she could finish, Jamie had shifted. The steroidal milk granted him another wind of not just horny bitch-breaking desire, but adequate strength too. He had enough that he could lift Tia from her position, holding her by the ass. His cock slipped free from her hole, the tunnel dribbling with thick seed.

“Not done," he grunted. “Not at all. You bend over that bench, girl."

These words were gruff, commanding, authoritative. Surprising to even Jamie. Did he really talk like this now? Feel this way? Ahh, perhaps it was just the cowmilk from the girls' juicy tits mixed with a primal, hungry desire.

Or. . . maybe he really was sliding into the role of farm bull, the heir and master of his family name. Didn't seem feasible before, going from a bored guy managing his estate's numbers to fucking a literal harem of buxom cow gals. Suppose life could be way worse than this.

Tia blushed, her river of luxurious hair now frazzled. She nodded, excited for what came next – literally. “Oh yes, yes my big bull. . . anything!"

She had an idea of what he intended, and her theory proved correct as the ravenous young man gripped her hips and prodded her soft, hot pussy with the tip of his drenched shaft. Tia gasped, head arching while her buxom front wobbled, hands gripping the hot bench, absolutely drooling at the thought of Jamie's rigid shaft diving into her searing, ripe cunt.

“That's my girl," intoned Jamie. “Beg me for it."

Tia couldn't stand it, the idea of not having her bull inside her. “Please, please, Jamie. Don't make me wait anymore! Please, just fuck me! Use me! I need this, I'm so desperate for it!"

It sent a fire through Jamie to hear Tia listen to his command and plead for his malehood. Of course, he wouldn't deny her for long. Though, he took ample time to play with her generous backside, once again squishing and kneading the ample ass, spreading it to tease her lips with the bellend of his shaft. Each touch caused her to shudder and whine, even whimper, Tia glancing back and waiting for that sloppy rode to dive straight into her fertile, more-than-ready pussy.

“God you want it bad, huh?" teased Jamie, snickering. Frankly, he was talking about himself. It took herculean strength to not just plow her right there. But he wanted to enjoy himself, if only for a few moments longer.

“Yes!" shrieked Tia. “No more teasing, Jamie! I can't stand it!"

He grunted, nudging her inner wall once more with his tip. “Hmf. Fine."

Satisfied, it was time to finish up with Tia. She wanted to please her bull, and she'd done a fine job of it so far. Time to give her a reward: Jamie's desired seed.

He shoved his inches into her wanting lips, throttled by the suckling tunnel. Her silky, hot wetness completely enveloped him, Jamie giving a long, satisfied groan as he buried his inches as deep as he could go.

“Fucking right," he hissed. “Take it all you good little cow slut. . ."

If the girls were going to be so subservient, it was time to establish his commanding role. They wanted to be banged and bred so bad? Fine.

“How's that feel?" he said, smacking her hard again, causing her fat ass to wobble. “To finally have a real bull inside you?"

Tia was beside herself, squirming and wiggling as the deep cock spread her to the brink. She gasped and huffed, drooling, her eyes rolling up. “F-fucking incredible. . ."

All pretenses of her sultry, motherly attributes had vaporized, instead replaced by a cowgirl just glad to get some real dick inside of her. And Jamie wouldn't have it any other way. His mind went hazy and liquid with pure desire, while his strong body responded accordingly. At once, he slammed his cock in a grind of smooth but demanding motions, slipping in and out of the sloppy pussy. Each buck tossed the girl forward, her busty front smooshing against the bench as Jamie held her in place. A lewd orchestra of smacks and plaps resounded from their coupling, Jamie content to use Tia like a wet, hot, cocksleeve.

For a moment, he paused, with enough self control to slip out of her and watch liquid sex dribble from his tip, making an even bigger mess on the already wet ground. But, he left his tip at the edge of Tia's snatch, admiring his own handiwork. He was getting a lot better at this, it appeared.

Tia, in a panic of desire, looked back. “M-master? Don't stop!"

“You just be patient," he ordered. “Or I'll start using your throat next."

No doubt, that was something Tia would enjoy. But, he didn't let her wait long, and proceeded to dive back in, this time with renewed aggression and force. Tia's whines and moans grew louder with each thrust, hollering across the field. Unbeknownst to the two, it had drawn a few eyes. From the estate, gazes looked out the window in shock. Some of the other gals gazed with envious stares as Jamie took Tia, their visages stretched with wanting blushes. Of course, neither Tia or Jamie were aware of them, but it wasn't like they would've minded an audience.

“Ohg fuck," Jamie intoned again, his chest rattling like a heaving beast. “Gonna' cum soon. . ."

Again and again he slammed into her without mercy, punishing her pussy and making her whimper like a needy animal. His thoughts were aflame, screaming to fuck and fill her. To till her earth, to plant his seed into her, to deflower and tame her, to bloat her with his essence, drench her ovum and sire a family in that good little cow. She, like some of the other girls, wanted to be a mother so bad. . . well, he'd give it to them soon. It was just going to take a lot of effort.

“Do it," gruffed Tia. “Fuck it all into me, I want it all! I want my bull to claim me!"

The words incensed Jamie and finally put him over the edge. The feeling of her soft, yet tight, lips wrapped around his shaft, the smack of flesh against flesh, the sight of her bouncing body, the roiling electric sensations consuming his body. . .

“FUCK!"

His roiling balls tensed as waves of steroidal seed exploded from his tip, goopy ropes painting the inside of Tia's pussy. He utterly drenched her, shoving his root as deep as it could go into her awaiting tunnel, ensuring every drop wasn't wasted as wave after wave of fertile seed found its mark. Tia groaned and tensed, her eyes rolling upward and tongue hanging free as the much-desired essence poured into her, the hot warmth consuming her frame.

Steam and heat emitted and drizzled from the too in enticing clouds, Jamie leaning over Tia as he helplessly humped the last bit of “himself" into her. He smothered her neck with kisses, huffing into her coat of warm fur, his testes draining into her tunnel.

For a moment, the hazy afterglow consumed them. Jamie was entirely spent, and he could feel Tia's own orgasm dripping over his softening cock, spilling onto the ground. From a raucous of moans and slaps, now everything went quiet. The only noise was the whispering breeze of New Columbia and swaying of flowers and trees. Their breaths softened, and finally, Jaime pulled out. A mess of six drooled from Tia's cunt, a river of sloppy actions, before he stumbled back, almost falling.

Tia lay over the edge of the bench, trying to recapture her strength, but she had been fucked silly for lack of better phrase.

“Amazing. . ." Jamie rasped, grabbing Tia's rump to keep balance. Thankfully, she was wide enough he didn't collapse.

“Gnfm. . ." Tia mumbled, her thoughts a completely fuzzy, the gentle afterglow muddying her thoughts and leaving her body in a tingly, blissful state.

“You said it," chuckled Jamie, covered in sweat. He gazed at her, impressed at her resilience and his own stamina. So long ago this would've been an impossible concept to him – having the energy to mate with a girl for so long. Before it was a quick nut with a premium sim-vid, five minutes tops. Now? He could just keep going. . .

Then again, that no doubt was thanks to the powerful milk offered by the girls. It gave him strength and stamina and desire. But more than that, it was building up Jamie's confidence. Maybe he could do this, maybe he really could lead the farmstead as a “proper" bull, even though he was just a human.

In the meantime, Jamie thought to help Tia. . . but he needed a quick was first. She seemed okay, just dizzy from the post-sex “cloudiness." He quickly went back inside, the other girls dashing away so they didn't let on they had been watching. Once again, Jamie bathed to get the sweat and sex off his body, refreshing himself. He'd be no good to the girls in his current state, and the shower allowed him to clear his head. The animus of lust faded from his mind, the “beast" within satisfied.

For now.

As he finished cleaning, he remembered he still had a job to do. Breeding was one thing, the farm still needed to deliver a product. There'd be plenty of time to get further acquainted with the girls later.