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Hearth in Herds – Part III

By Laz Briar

The same morning, yet entirely new. Different.

Amazing what happens when you're with a woman you care about. Perhaps when you care about a lot of people. Jamie wasn't indifferent, no, but he was a “component" of his life, meaning he focused on what he knew, which up until now, was budgeting numbers for the family estate farm. Now? Well, guess Bess bouncing on his lap put in some perspective, didn't it?

Perhaps that was a crass thought, but it was true. Like mud was cleaned from a river. It was different now, his relationship, because he slept with someone he had feelings for. Feelings for? Huh, that was new too. What kind of feelings? He liked Bess and the girls, sure, but what else? Hmm, easy to get infatuated, easier to like a big-bottomed bovid girl.

He finished drying off, steam rising from his flesh post-shower. Gave him some to think. Not that he needed much of it, just a quick reprieve to process all this. A relationship with Bess, the girls, and taking head of the farm in a direct way. Lord almighty. He couldn't help but fancy a thought of him in some estranged family photo, all the girls posing with him while he wore his duster hat and a trickle of hay coming out of his teeth, one of those old diesel-run tractors behind him. Yessir, man of the earth! Real cut of the harsh cloth he was! Hah.

He finished cleaning and met Bess downstairs, who'd done the same. Uhh, save after she showered off she wasn't wearing clothes? Not that Jamie minded, not at all, there was nothing wrong with keeping his eyes on her in the buff. Not like they had many shirts to hold in those sweater-monsters. But you know, prudence?

“How are you feeling?" Bess asked at once while she started fancying up some breakfast. Here, Jamie interjected.

“Mind if I?" he said. “I can whip up a mean flapjack, believe it or not."

“I don't," she shot back with a smirk. “Prove it."

He intended to. He wasn't keen on being waited on hand and foot. This dynamic was new to him, and he was aware of it. He liked Bess, he didn't want to treat her like a maid he could fuck whenever. If he wanted that he'd have settled on something so trite a long time ago.

“And I'm good. Really good," he answered as he fashioned up the flapjacks. “I feel like I can think and stuff. Heh. You?"

He wanted to say more, but it was hard to get a hold of himself. He wanted to say things like “oh Bess you're amazing" followed by “bend over the table goddammit." His body was aflush with that sweet chemical high, but he didn't want it to get away from him. Not yet.

“Excited," Bess said as Jamie got them plates of meager pancakes. A pair for each. “But, um. Before anything Jamie, I think I should tell the girls. Or, should I?"

Jamie sat with her, pouring some coffee. “What do you mean?"

She tilted her head. “Well, now it's all said and done. This a one-time thing? I'd understand."

Wow. That felt like Hybrid instinct, submissive and all. Jamie was almost stunned. “What? Of course not!"

Bess laughed. “Odd question, I know. But this is a common thing, you know? People get their fancy, sexy Hybrid models, sleep with them a few times, then just want more, or want it to stop."

Jamie shook his head, biting pancake. Yeah, he could imagine. Models passed around and used, so on and so forth. “I'm not people," he affirmed. “So no. That's not a one-time thing."

She grinned. “How many times?"

“I. . . thought I was the horny one."

She shook her head. “Oh, Jamie. Well, anyway, I had to ask, because I should tell the girls. They'd want to know you're okay with this."

She shuffled into her pancakes too before taking a cautious, thoughtful bite. Jamie nodded.

“You'd handle it better than me," he said. What would he even tell the girls? Hey ladies, good news, I'm going to bang you all!

“Mmm," purred Bess. “These are good!"

He nodded. “Told you. Brown sugar and cinnamon in the mix go a long way."

They finished the pancakes while Bess concluded her thoughts. “It should be interesting."

Jamie paused. “In. . . a good way?"

“Let's hope so," she replied with a wink. Well, Jamie couldn't blame them for having different reactions, especially if they all had similar feelings to Bess. He'd make it work though. They were worth it. The farm was worth it.

While Jamie finished his coffee a familiar rumble caught his attention. Curious, he and Bess both stood to peek out the kitchen window. Out in the distance towards the estate entrance, they could see clouds of dust kicked up by an oncoming vehicle. There was no mistaking the sound of the engine, either.

“Is that. . . Trixx?" he said aloud. A little rhetorical, because yes, it was. “Shit. Was there a pickup today?"

Bess crossed her arms. “Not the kind you're thinking of."

She glanced at him. “You'd better go take care of that. I'm going to see the girls."

Before Jamie could respond, the bovid pranced past him and out the front door, leaving Jamie to his business. And what business was that? He had no real idea. Uh oh. Was Trixx mad, maybe? Last time they were “together" they were together, and maybe she wasn't keen on a one-night stand after the fact? Or, did the fact they had a romp in the field jeopardize her job? That could easily be it too – though she was driving her truck.

Only way to find out was to see her. Jamie got himself together and set the plates in the sink before heading out to the front. Sun was nice today, clear sky, but it generally always was. He watched the vehicle roar closer and closer, thinking over what he might say (or need to say). Well, if anything Bess had taught him, openness was key.

Eventually the truck rolled forward and parked in its usual fashion before the engine switched off. Out stepped Trixx, vixen frame caught in the sunlight. But she wasn't in her work attire.

Uh. Actually. She wasn't wearing anything at all.

Jamie rubbed his head. What the hell was happening? Did he wake up in another dimension, or something? Or was he overreacting? Hybrids were different – to them, clothes probably looked strange. They had fur coats after all, that was natural to them. Still, it was quite off-putting. Once she spied him, her ears swiveled up and she padded toward him, wearing a mischievous smirk. Though, her tail flicked from side to side and it didn't take a genius for Jamie to realize she was nervous.

Trixx? Nervous? That didn't bode well. She was pretty casual. Forward, even, so much she could unnerve even the most uptight prude. What was going on?

He waved, doing his best to pretend her hefty breasts weren't gently wobbling with each footfall. Even with the proximity to other Hybrids, getting used to it wasn't easy.

“Er, hey Trix," Jamie offered as the vixen approached. “How's it. . . going?"

She cleared her throat. “Hey, Jam. It's going."

Her tone was sharp and strained. Not angry, but something was definitely going on. Oh, damn, was this bad?

“Well, I hope?" said Jamie. She shrugged.

“You could say that. Here for round two, and all that," she chirped with an uncharacteristically nervous chuckle.

Jamie blinked. Whoa, what? Round two implied, well, going down again. And oddly he wasn't sure that was the best idea right now. When that apparent hesitate crawled over his face Trixx raised a hand. “I'm kidding."

Jamie gave his own nervous laugh. “You could've fooled me."

She glanced at the truck. “Technically ending employment means you don't get to keep the threads."

Jamie's heart sank. Employment ending? Oh fuck. Did he do that? They technically had a romp, was that against company policy? One hell of a line. No fucking on company time.

“Oh, shit!" Jamie said. “I'm sorry, Trix. I didn't know! Can I help?"

She looked back at him, curious tilt to the head. “Huh? No, no, I don't mean I was fired. I mean I left the company. I left the 'service' sector entirely, in fact."

Oh. Oh? That caught Jamie off guard. Not the “leaving her job" part, that wasn't hard to believe, but service sector. “You did? What. . . does that mean?"

She sighed, gesturing to the truck. “Means that belongs to me, at least." Then a gesture to her curvy frame.

“And this."

Jamie felt like he was getting the idea. She was out of the 'service sector.' “What a minute, do you mean you're. . . free?"

Free was interesting word to use. Hybrids had it different, under lengthy contracts depending on where they were. Lots of litigation Jamie didn't like to think about, but, the end result was a Hybrid could purchase themselves out of a contract.

“Free as my tits."

Which is precisely what Trixx had done. Jamie beamed. “Whoa! That's amazing!"

She gave a playful eyeroll. “If you consider being bare-ass broke amazing, then yes."

Jamie's enthuse faded. “Oh, damn. Er, sorry. Well look, hey, I mean I'd be happy to help you know?"

She raised a hand. “It's okay. I don't want a handout or anything. I can take care of myself. I'm freelance, in fact."

Freelance? This was interesting. Though, it did make Jamie curious. She kept the truck (or bought it) which could probably flip if she really wanted to.

“And this is where I add the other part," she continued. She raised her other hand, holding a plastic card. Not just a card, in fact, it was an ID tag with a collar, the kind Hybrids were granted upon birth or entrance into a service field.

“Didn't come here just to flash and announce myself," she went on. “Freelance means I like working, and well, I know this dump pretty well." A grin.

Jamie could see where she was going with this. “Oh. You wanted a job?"

She shrugged. “Basically. Delivery. Similar to what I was doing before, save I don't get hassled by ownership fees and shit."

Well. That wasn't a hard decision to make at all. Jamie liked Trixx and he certainly didn't need the casual sex to feel that way. She was witty and had a good head on her shoulders, and despite her situation as a Hybrid, never let it stop her. She had a more grounded perspective, and, hell, could give some damn good advice on Jamie's “unique" situation. Not like he could ask his family or something.

“I couldn't possibly turn you away," said Jamie. “But Trixx you don't have to work, you could just stay with us, you've always been a friend here."

She gave a hard chuckle. “It's fine, Jamie. I have my own place. I want to make a way for myself as a free vixen. Well, ignoring the work part, heheh."

“Besides," she continued, showing the collar. “This isn't just for show."

Jamie didn't quite know what that meant. As for her wishes, he entirely respected. Impossible not to, really. Hybrids were already under the heel at birth depending on where they came from and she'd fought through all of that. And even though she undoubtedly deserved a life of retirement she was still ready to keep working and building for herself, nothing short of inspiring.

“You're more than welcome to be our delivery driver," Jamie said. “The girls will be thrilled!"

“Oh, I'm sure," she said, tail swishing. She pushed the collar towards Jamie. “It's not official though, yet."

Jamie blinked, uncertain.

“Jam, come on. Collar. Is this not adding up?"

“Uhh, I don't understand."

She laughed again. “Oh yes you do! You just don't want to say it. If I'm workin' for the farm, exclusively, I wear the colors, so to speak. Like come on, Jamie. Claiming Hybrids? It's basic stuff."

Jamie blinked again. Oh. Now he understood.

“Ohh, ahah. Ahem. I see."

Okay, well, at this point, he wasn't as “dull" about the affairs of Hybrids anymore – in other words, if they wanted him to be the 'owner' than he was more than happy to oblige.

“Is there some magic word I have to say?" he joked. Trixx rolled her eyes.

“Just put it on me."

So he did. He carefully wrapped the soft leather around her neck, making sure it was comfortable tightness, noting the ID tag: Trixx's unique ID and beholden to her identity. Suppose they could add something to represent her work on the farm, but that was later.

Once it was on, she tossed her hair and tugged on the collar. “Hmm, not a bad fit."

She turned, grinning at him. “Now comes the round two part. . ."

Jamie paused.

“. . .which is what I would've said, if there wasn't a line in front of me."

Wait, what?

Trixx glance passed Jamie, then gestured. He turned, only to see they weren't alone. Two of the girls, in fact, were there, staring at both he and the vixen with wide, curious eyes. More specifically it was the twins Sam and Lucy.

And uh. They were nude too.

“Girls?"

Trixx chittered with laughs. “I'm gonna' go get myself settled in, find a place to park the truck."

Jamie tried to grab for her. “Wait, wait, don't leave!"

“Gooood luuuuuck," chimed the vixen, prancing away.

There was a lot to process. Never mind his feelings for Bess and Trixx looking to work full-time for the farm, but, it didn't take a genius to realize when a pair of Hybrids approached you in the buff, it wasn't just for show. Or maybe it was and Jamie was overthinking it, h-hah.

No, he wasn't, not the way they were looking at him. Sam and Lucy were, by all accounts, twins, with coats of dark satin, like they were coated in the night sky. Accenting the black hue were their eyes, and the one distinguishing trait between them. Sam had blue eyes where Lucy had green, though as far as physical stature went, you wouldn't know who was who at a distance – at least not from judging solely based on their bodies.

They were both grinning, a knowing sneer on their faces.

“Hah, called it," said Sam. “Knew that fox was fooling around."

“You did not," countered Lucy. “You act like you were the only one. We all knew. Riiiight Jamie?"

Jamie couldn't see up from left right now, so to speak. “Uh."

“See?" said Lucy.

“That didn't count," said Sam.

Jamie realized they were talking about Trixx, or rather, his “relation" to Trixx. He thought about downplaying it but, what was the point now? Once more, she wasn't wearing anything. Secrets were out.

“You shouldn't be gambling," joked Jamie.

The twins looked at each other then back to Jamie. “Why not?" said Lucy.

“Yeah, gambling's fun," offered Sam. “Taking risks."

“Dad was too frugal for risk," said Jamie, trying to pretend the girls weren't chattering like their large tits weren't fully exposed.

“His loss," said Lucy. “Hope you don't play it that safe, Jamie."

“Nope," chimed Sam. “Bess cleared that up, huh?"

He glanced at them. Ah, yes, well. Pretending he wasn't “interested" in the girls was silly, at this point. Really, it was a matter of normalizing and getting used to their casual nudity. What the hell. Time to start getting comfortable with the role, right?

“Rumor's out, is it?" said Jamie. “That's fair. Bess made a very convincing argument."

“Two of them, I bet," said Lucy with a giggle. Sam complimented this by patting her chest in reference to the ample bosom the girls both carried.

“You could say that."

They both snickered, like they were planning something.

“You look a little long in the tooth, Jamie," said Sam. “Oughta' freshen up."

Jamie blinked. “I what?"

Lucy grinned. “She means you look like an old man."

“I'm not even thirty!" Jamie protested.

“Whatever you say, geezer," Lucy continued with a laugh and a hand wave.

Jamie rolled his eyes in playful fashion. “Did you guys really come this way to poke fun?"

“Yes!" they said in unison.

“But also," added Sam, “Maybe you should clear your head and relax."

Jamie scoffed. “Relax? Girls, I sit on my duff most of the day and check numbers. I might sound crazy, but I want to work on the farm."

“Pffft," chided Lucy. “I guess subtlety is a lost art. We want you to come swim with us by the lake, smarty."

Oh. The lake? Huh, Jamie almost forgot they had one.

“I showered not too long ago," challenged Jamie.

Again, the girls looked at each other, unimpressed.

Sam snorted. “Never seen a guy turn down the opportunity to hang around two girls. Naked. You know they have folks like that on Terra Prime, Jamie? They call them Amish."

“I'm not turning you down!" said Jamie. “I'm just. . ."

Okay, well, he kind of was now, wasn't he?

“Just stalling," interjected Lucy. “Gotta' wonder the logic on that one."

The only thing that came to Jamie's mind which felt reasonable was work related, such as getting Trixx ingratiated with the farm and making an announcement to the rest of the girls he'd be taking his role as head of the farm. But, the longer the two lingered in front of him, the more his mind returned to those primal thoughts. It wasn't like the two were ashamed of their total rejection of prudence. And, it did give him a chance to bond with them a bit more. He wasn't as knowledgeable as he liked, and if he was serious about his “head farmer" thing, that was kind of the point: knowing.

“Alright girls," he conceded. “You win. Sam, Lucy, lead the way."

He figured calling them by first name was more respectable. On top of that, he ashamedly forgot the lake was even there. Jeeze, his head really was lost in the clouds, huh? What had he been doing the past year?

At this, the girls grinned, nodding. “Follow us," they said in unison.

The lake wasn't too far off from the estate's entrance, more or less down a trail behind the manor, lorded over by tree and bush alike. Made sense, most of the property was flatland reserved for crops (when it suited the farm) or machinery to support dairy production. It was a nice walk, and Jamie wasn't just thinking that because the girl's fat, hefty buttocks bounced and swayed as they guided him along. The flora was pleasant and granted a natural, flowery perfume to the air and the trees were healthy, tall things, sporting rows of long arms veiled by plush moss. Some of it, Jamie understood, was native to Terra Prime and imported from beyond the sector, which was impressive. There weren't the same birds or insect life, but still, it felt natural, like the earth was alive and teeming with opportunity.

Once the trio reached said lake, it spread out in a wide throat of clear greenish-blue water. The green hue was quite unique to the soil here, in fact, or so Jamie had learned, much like he sky had certain times of the day. Were it not for the fact he was two curvaceous Bovid girls, he might have the time to appreciate it more. Maybe for another time, maybe with the rest of the girls?

“It's the best spot," said Lucy, pulling Jamie out of his thoughts. “Cuz' none of the others bother to show up."

“In fact, the whole lake is the spot," added Sam with a gesture to the water. She glanced to Jamie. “Aren't you so lucky?"

Jamie chuckled again. “Hah. I'd say so."

“Well, we didn't pull your lazy butt all this way for sightseeing," said Lucy. “There's more to the lake than just looking!"

Ah, yes, of course, taking a dip. At first, Jamie wondered if the water was safe, but he also remembered medical care – were it even necessary – would probably handle any problems if they came about. Provided there wasn't some man-eating super fish living in the water. Then, he considered temperature, buuut something told him he might be warming up very, very soon.

“You two swim often, I'm guessing?"

Lucy looked at her frame. “Gotta' keep this figure somehow, Jamie."

“It's amazing for the legs," added Sam.

Well, you couldn't argue with results. As they spoke, both girls came to him, nudging his chest.

“Alright, enough stalling, you can't take a dip wearing all that, smart guy."

True. Funny he was getting naked again after he'd taken a shower not too long ago, but at least there was a source of water this time.

“Hmm. What if someone finds us?"

The both laughed. “And do what?" said Lucy.

“You're the farmstead owner. You can do what ya' want, ya' know. Besides, they could either join us or get lost."

Well, by “they" Jamie figured Sam and Lucy meant another one of the girls. The property out here was mostly isolated and it wasn't like there were any real neighbors to speak of.

“Okay," Jamie conceded again. “Good point."

“Don't you worry," snickered Sam. “We'll help you."

Help? Before Jamie could protest (or even react, really) the girls were on him, helping him out of clothes. By help, rather they were almost tearing him out of his attire with a manic enthuse. They were just as eager as Bess to see Jamie without something covering his frame.

“Easy!" he said as they took off his attire and tossed them into a casual pile. “I just got those on!"

“Pfft, nudity is better," challenged Sam. Well, Jamie couldn't argue with results. When two plump chested bovid girls were pulling it off so well, why argue?

At any rate, his skin was exposed to the morning air, soft flank swinging free while the girls giggled, staring him down, looking at each other. They let their eyes wander to a very obvious place, but Jamie didn't quite mind. He had to remember, of course, this was their first time seeing him in the buff. Given their. . . infatuation, he understood their reaction.

“Alright you two, stop ogling," he said with a snicker. “I thought we were out here for a dip, right?"

Yeah, right.

They snapped out of it, nodding. “Oh, yeah," murmured Lucy, hiding her grin (and doing a poor job of it). They gestured to Jamie to follow, snickering and whispering to one another while they lead him to the lake's shore. Jamie did his best not to stare at their fat rumps, but only to prevent himself from getting aroused. At least not out in the open.

Once they neared the waters, it was pristine. It carried a greenish hue, but was otherwise quite clear. “Does anything live out here?" asked Jamie as the girls padded into the water.

Lucky looked back, knee deep in the lake. “Oh, yeah, terrible lake monster. But the good news is he only comes out at night!"

Jamie gave her a look.

“Don't mind her," said Sam. “Seeing your dick made her all empty headed."

“Hey!" Lucy contested, pushing Sam.

Jamie chuckled. “. . .that doesn't answer my question."

“Oh, don't worry about it," continued Sam. There's not much, actually. Some water skimmers but they just stop by for a drink, and then they're back to banging on flowers or whatever."

Ah, right, Jamie remembered those. Water skimmers were uniquely evolved insects carried over from Prime. Essential long-legged insects glided on water for resources until they return to pollinating, very important for native agriculture.

Well, that was good at least. Jamie wasn't too keen on getting nibbled in the water. Of course, he had something else to "worry" about. The girls weren't only here to bathe, they were playful too, splashing the other and even him as they swam about in excited patterns, diving here and there. Jamie also took some time to swim a few laps, at least ones a short distance, basking in the incredible, clear waters. Eventually, the girls swam back to him wearing devilish grins, pushing and prodding at him with their heaving breasts.

"Splashing one's game, but we've got another," intoned Lucy suggestively.

"Yeah, come on, tough guy!" snickered Sam. Before he knew what was happening, they nudged him out of the water and onto the soft grassy lakeshore.

They shoved him into the grass with abrupt, surprising strength, the kind reminding a man they were still anthropoid Hybrids, quite fit underneath all those curves. And two? Well, Jamie wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Not like he wanted to though – this was a dream. Save it was plenty better, it was real.

“Move over, idiot!" shouted Lucy as she tried to get a better position.

“Piss off!" challenged Sam. “I saw em' first!"

“Says who!?"

“Says me, sow!"

Jamie thought to say something but uh, he'd let them sort it out. They were challenging the other, heads lowering, nearing Jamie's crotch. His pole twitched to life, quivering in the cool morning air as the girls glanced at the cock and the other, their intent clear. Right now, it was a matter of who got first go.

“Who says you deserve to go first?" growled Sam.

“I fuckin' do!"

Jamie gulped, clearing his throat. “Uh, girls, maybe try at the same time?" Yeah, solutions. Come on now Jamie, if you were taking role as the farm's head, you'd have to act like it too.

It seemed to work. The girl's ceased their bickering and looked at Jamie, then back to his cock. They flushed, murmuring.

“Fine," they said in unison.

Jamie took another breath. He had to show some authority, glad it worked. “Besides," he continued, “I'd prefer it that way."

“Hmph," grunted Lucy. “Well, you'll have to judge us separately!"

“Why would he waste his time?" shot Sam. “We know I'm better!"

Jamie interjected before they got at it again. “Well, I'll never know until you start!" And, seriously, he wanted them to hurry up and start sucking his cock! A guy could only have two nude beauties in front of hm before losing control.

It seemed to flick a switch as the two quieted, lowering their heads now. Each licked their soft, glistening lips, nearing the inches, sniffing at it. They didn't say anything now, rather cooed with intrigue as the presence of malehood overwhelmed them with, well, fascination. Jamie huffed in anticipation, clenching the grass as their mouths neared, hot breath tickling his tip. They were taking so long every second felt like an eternity!

But, finally, like the merciful angels they were, their lips pressed against both sides of his flank, surrounding it with tingly, wet warmth. Jamie groaned in satisfaction as the two provided a long, slow kiss, running their tongues against the sensitive pole. He watched them work, their black lips suckling against the tender root, dragging across it with tedious strokes.

They glared at the other, murmuring in quiet, pleased coos, fighting for superiority as their smothering kisses trailed from tip to threshold, leaving behind sticky patches of saliva. Again, Jamie groaned, in disbelief, blood running hot. Even after his “rendezvous" with Bess he was still as aroused as ever. It appeared the milk from before did little to curtail his stamina, once again enhancing it so he might endure the actions of the troublesome twins.

They murmured, tails twitching as their tongues rolled free, beginning to lap against the tender flank, licking in slow motions, dancing at the bellend while Jamie clenched the ground.

“F-fuck," he said, hot exhale escaping him. Words weren't doing so good right now, his brain full of lust and adrenaline.

“Brmmf," challenged Sam.

“Hmf!" interjected Lucy.

They seemed to be competing, trying to meet the other's motions with equal enthuse or precision. Where one licked, the other did the same, albeit in faster (or “better") fashion. Each trailed along the inches, nearing Jamie's masculine nest, smothering their lips along his testes, kissing and slobbering at the stones until the entirety of his malehood glistened from their attentions. Once more, Jamie stared at them in disbelief, as though this was like a dizzy dream.

Fortunately, it was very, tangibly real.

Once the girls popped him free, they breathed in excited unison, faces aflush as they looked his flank over.

“See?" said Sam through a breath. “I told you I was better!"

“You didn't even do anything!" Lucy shot back.

“Nnn?" Jamie muttered.

Far be it from Jamie to foolishly believe the two were close to being “done" with him. No, the fire in their eyes signaled they were eager for much more, and thank god Jamie had a reservoir of stamina left for it.

A good thing too. Sam shoved Lucy aside with an indignant push as she stared down at the awaiting pole, like a prize to be claimed. And in a sense, it truly was. Much in the way Jamie saw the girls as a hearth he needed to head, they were also after his masculine root too. Perhaps it was a pecking order? Or, maybe his dumb brain was overthinking it, because Sam came to the tip with an excited sneer while Lucy watched in frustrated agitation.

She didn't stay that way for long, though. At once, her lips wrapped around the tip of the flank, tongue and all, tasting Jamie's presex as she offered a soft, approving moan. Her position shifted, resting herself on the grass while her maw gripped the first inch with surprising skill. Surprising, because as far as Jamie knew, there weren't really ways to. . . “practice" this. Or perhaps he was more ignorant than he realized. But it didn't matter now, because Sam suckled the flank with a harsh, overwhelming pressure, sending waves of radiating tingles throughout his sensitive flesh. His whole body lit up in a heat of “oh hell yes" as the slow but intense hot electricity poured through his tip.

Minding her teeth, Sam started a slow revolution of her head, tossing herself on the inches in practiced, gentle rhythms. Each one sent spatters of drool from her mouth as she rose from tip to base, keeping a suckling vacuum pressure for each inch. Her plush, soft lips were more than enough to provide a delightful cushioning, incurring more groans from Jamie as she wiggled her hips as she worked.

Lucy, however, wasn't keen on sitting around to watch. With a grunt, she pushed Sam off the cock as she loosened, a trail of saliva bridging lips to tip. “Quit hogging, god!"

Sam scoffed as Lucy enveloped the inches in her maw, similar to Lucy. She, though, was more aggressive in her motions, eager. Where Sam took her time, Lucy was sloppy, fast, throwing her head against the shaft as dollops of saliva escaped her with every sweep of her head. She gurgled and gagged, the length bulging her throat, her eyes watering. And yet she took it with surprising skill. Really, how was she so good?

Well, did that even fucking matter? Not to Jamie's dizzy brain it didn't.

However, much like before, Lucy wasn't interested in just watching. As Lucy's muffled moans filled the air, they were soon replaced by a surprised gasp as Sam pushed her right off. And, like before, Sam went back to throating the human inches, until the two were furiously competing over who could perform fellatio better.

Jamie had no choice but to let them “trade," not like he was in any position to stop them. There was a lot of strength to the girls, and it was fortunate they used it for the betterment of, well, his loins. But, one could experience the attention of two beautiful bovid gals for so long before spilling over. Every stroke of their wet, hot mouths urged him further and further to peak, until he could take no more.

“Ghhhddd. . ." he said as his head rolled back. Fascinating, this part, how intense the physical experience was. The peak was overwhelming, causing the whole body to react, tense, buckle, at the mercy of the wonderful surge of pleasure occurring at this cock.

There was a gasp from the girls though as they caught it, literally. Their eyes widened and their soft lips smothered his tip in unison, though they certainly fought the other for dominance.

“Iffsf miffn!" mumbled Lucy.

“Nff, mnn!" challenged Sam.

Jamie rasped as his peak pushed through, masculine issue springing forth, lapped at by the ladies until he finished, the buzzing afterglow overtaking him soon after. His frame was dappled with flecks of sweat and his chest hammered while he blinked, gazing at the clear sky. Anyone, at this point, would've been spent, and yet, stamina remained. Damn, was it really the milk offered by Bess and the rest? Stuff was incredible, if it made him feel like this.

“Shit," he said through a hot breath. “Incredible. . ."

Really, it was. He glanced at the girls who looked, well, like they weren't satisfied with the outcome at all. Neither had claimed victory, really, so who could truly say which was better?

“See, I told you," said Sam with a proud smirk, deciding to claim her title.

“Told what!?" shot back Lucy.

“He likes me better!"

“He didn't even say that!"

They glared at each other, then back to Jamie. “Well?" they asked in unison.

Jamie wiped his forehead. “Haha, you're both great, girls."

A grumble from both. “That doesn't help at all!"

Jamie chuckled. “You can't ask me to pick sides here."

“Why not!?" said Sam.

“Seriously, just tell Sammi she's worse. She'll survive."

They started bickering again, until a new idea emerged. “Then how about this," said Lucy with a confident grin as she pushed her chest against Jamie's softened loins.

By “this," she meant taking her palm and stroking Jamie to hardness once more, before burying his pike between her plump, fat front. Her tits were soft, malleable, and coated with silky smooth fur, adding an extra layer of pleasantness as she rolled against the cock, tits squishing against the flat of Jamie's thighs. But, as expected, Sam wasn't going to let her sister have all the fun. She took opposite side and shoved her breasts against the other midnight hills, until Jamie was locked in a chokehold of their chests.

Jamie watched in shock as they growled and tossed their weighty front along his malehood. The sensation was enticing, and despite his previous orgasm he was still readily aroused. Oddly enough, sensitivity wasn't bad either – as in his cock didn't feel like it was in pain despite the attention he was receiving.

To say it was magnificent, though, might've been understating it. The girl's had enormous fronts, enough they could probably squish his head like a soft melon if he was caught in them. They were ample, almost viscous, firm yet squish enough they folded and jiggled with each touch, black nips tracing against the other as they “worked." Also, like before, they challenged eachother at the “tip," lips meeting, tongues thrashing as they tried to outdo the other, lapping at Jamie's sensitive crown.

At this point, though, it was almost too much. “Wait, nnf, wait," protested Jamie, raising a hand. Surprised, they slowed, gawking at him.

“What?" said Sam. “It's Lucy, isn't it? Told you!"

“Oh, stuff it!"

Not a bad idea, Jamie thought. In fact, he was quite tired of receiving teases. His flesh desired more now, his primordial brain wanting to be inside, not just at the mercy of the girls, even if it was an incredible experience. He was trying to take the role of farm head, after all!

His mind had reached the “I'd like to fuck now" phase, and as such, the rest of him responded accordingly. “Better idea," he grunted.

He grabbed the closest girl next to him – in this case Lucy – and positioned her so that she was sitting in his lap. His inches snuck between the split of her black peach, teasing her rump with the proximity of his malehood, where she yelped.

“You're too busy bickering," said Jamie, firm. “Put that energy to better use!"

Really, they had so many things to squabble about, they could do better. And besides, as much as Jamie liked the idea of the two arguing with their tits out, he could only resist himself for so long. Despite his previous orgasm, he still had energy for more. Plenty more.

“W-whoa!" sputtered Lucy, glancing back to see how the cock was just aching to get inside her. She flushed, all pretense of her competitive personality vaporized, more interested now by the prospect of real human dick. Sam looked on, eyes widening in a jealous rage.

“Hey!" she fumed. “What about me!?"

“There's space," Jamie grunted, grabbing a handful of Lucy's bosom and squeezing at the massive black slopes, pinching and twisting at sensitive nips. This incurred a shuddering reaction from Lucy, who tossed her head back with shivering moans, outright forgetting her sister even existed. As for said sister, she realized what Jamie meant – or surmised anyway.

“Come on," Jamie groaned to both of them. “Let's stop wasting time!"

Yeah, he had about enough of their arguing, nice as it was to have his rod worked over by their skilled mouths. He wanted more, and more he was about to have. His hands slipped to Lucy's rump now, palms gliding over the fat, full buttocks, smacking it hard to procure yet another yelp from the girl. They needed a “bull" to take charge, so in a way, he would.

As for Sam, she licked her lips, realizing where space actually was. Quickly, she crawled over to Jamie and mounted him, but with her body. Her mons enveloped his face, soft nethers brushing over his lips while he immediately mouthed there, attempting to work on her sensitive nub while she groaned aloud. With her in position, the three become nothing short of a sexual machine, a rhythm of fucking quickly following.

Given Jamie's “predicament," he was along for the ride, quite literally. It was up to Lucy, and she did, while Sam's back was to her. While Sam shuddered and moaned through clenched teeth, Lucy positioned herself above Jamie's inches, her supple, hot pussy nearing the tip. Then, in a smooth, eager motion, she descended so that her lips clenched and curled around the needy girth, enveloping it in silky, wet heat. Jamie let off a pleased moan, but was entirely muffed by Sam, who had her curvy thighs wrapped around his head as she gasped while his tongue did its best to lap at her needy nethers.

Needy? Oh, that was putting it mildly for Lucy. To finally have those inches fill her, the head of the farm plunged into her earth, she couldn't contain herself.

“Yes!" she whined, mostly to herself, as the stimuli from both proximity and sensation was nothing short of overwhelming.

After all this time, she couldn't hold back. Perhaps, in the future (as it seemed there certainly was one) maybe she'd get the opportunity to take more time. She almost cursed Bess for having first go – the lucky woman! But, that was then, right now, she was going to enjoy herself. She bounced and tossed her hips against Jamie's resilient thighs, each impact sending a spree of excited jiggles through her fat rump. The smack of flesh provided loud, lewd applause to every motion, coupled with her wild moans as she rode him, well, like a bull.

But to sustain oneself after so many months of longing was nothing short of impossible. Jamie's cock shook and twitched inside her, choked by her cushioned hold, while Lucy rode with increasing enthuse. At this point, it wasn't just the electric heat, it was the desire for him. She'd peak on her own time, but she wanted his issue first and foremost. That was a rite of passage around here, and she surely was about to get hers.

Jamie could do little to fight himself. What with one beautiful girl bouncing on his cock and the other riding his face, he was nothing short of overwhelmed. Thank goodness for Bess' special brand of milk, because his regular self would collapse from so much attention. Instead, he didn't collapse, he surged, issue bursting from his tip and filling into the awaiting Lucy, who cried out in glee as the hot seed splashed into her womb, coating her walls with him. His testes roiled, draining into the satin pussy, spiking with hot, electric pleasure.

Was he done? Not even remotely. He had far more vigor in him, more than even he expected.

“You," said Jamie, his strength returning. Well, more accurately, it never left, he just had to take a breather and it rushed through him like a raging river.

As for words, he was short on elegance. His brain was drunk on being the primal male, the breeder, the farm head. He snared Sam by the wrist and pulled her aside to a nearby tree. She was as enthused as him, if not excitedly aroused by his abrupt controlling attitude. For the past hour the two had been “on top" (literally), but it was thrilling to have Jamie finally take charge this way.

While her spent sister lied in the grass, Sam sauntered with Jamie to the large oak. For a brief moment, Jamie kissed her, hungry for her taste, hands sliding across her frame and exploring her curves. But intimacy of this level couldn't last long, not with a hunger like this, and Jamie pushed her into the tree.

“Nnnf, Jamie," Sam mumbled, glancing back at him as her palms gripped the hard bark. “Please take me. . . I've wanted this for so long. . ."

She didn't have to tell Jamie twice. Subconsciously, he wanted it just as much, and now he finally had the opportunity.

“Grrh, good," he groaned, hands swatting her cushy rump as they proceeded to jiggle in excited fleshy waves. Though, as much as he delighted at the idea of toying her plump tush, the rest of him was hungrier for more, as always. At this point, the stamina granted by the milk was something else, and he had to wonder if this was a natural reaction. The synthesized stuff wasn't so strong, he was sure of it. . .

Well, questions for much, much later. Right now, his loins were roiling over and he needed to bury himself in all this cow girl. As the tip of his bellend prodded her wet pussy lips, Lucy made her way back over, though was more content to watch than anything. In fact, she cuddle around Jamie's leg as the male shoved himself in the hot, awaiting tunnel, wet heat enveloping his mast once again as he moaned in unison with Sam.

“H-hah, she can't take it," Lucy said, a bit dizzily. Couldn't blame her, her words were tinted with the afterglow of her actions with Jamie. As for him, he rotated his hips in a slow but stern motion of thrusts.

Speed wasn't necessary, as each pump of his hips filled his tip with ever increasing electric pleasure. The slow strokes added to it as Sam threw her hips back with every motion Jamie made, once more added a lewd, fleshy applause to their motions. Her plump, generous rump wobbled with every strike and filled the air with audible echoes, sex dribbling from Sam's nether lips.

“Please!" she whined. “Breed me!"

Jamie was encouraged on by her words and needed no further encouragement. Despite the two previous orgasms he'd gone through, his flesh was still willing. Faltering, but willing. As such, he rolled his hips into the awaiting folds, closer and closer reaching peak. Would that he possesses the stamina to do more, but it was only afternoon and he'd been through three girls. If he was going to be good to any of them, he'd have to refresh. But for now. . .

“FUCK!" Jamie yelled as he once again released into the black pussy. Sam's fat bust wobbled as she buckled and shuddered, clenching teeth as Jamie poured his masculine essence into her. Like all the girls she desired it most, a rite of passage that finally had her claimed by the long sought after male.

Jamie wrapped his arm around her waist, heaving as his frame waivered and buckled. He drained himself into her, desiring it as much as she did, holding on for dear life as his essence deluged her welcoming womb. Their sex mingled together and ran down her leg, pooling into the earth until the two were a mess of hot breaths and fatigue.

-*-

The water was for more than just show. After the trio concluded, to say they were a mess was understating it, and Jamie was thankful his clothes were in a distant pile. As for the water, it was comfortably cool. Not warm, but not frigid either, and it felt refreshing on the skin. In fact, Jamie felt a world better as he scrubbed the crystalline water into his skin. He wasn't exactly a “natural therapy" type, but it the results were this good. . .

“Hey slowpoke!" one of the girls called. He turned to see the others finishing up as they bathed heir black coats.

“Hurry up!" Sam called.

“Yeah, move it or list it!" added Lucy.

The dynamic shifted, did it? It didn't take a genius to see it. In other words, the girls were immediately friendlier with each other. It made sense – defusing all that sexual frustration was probably an incredible relief to them. He was glad, though he hoped to do more with the girls than just have them on all fours. Thoughts for later.

“Hang on!" he called back as he finished rubbing his skin. “What's the rush?"

Jamie waded from the lake and back to shore, drying off and grabbing his clothes. As he started to put them back on, the girls gazed at him, expectant.

“What?"

Sam chuckled. “Nothin'. Just didn't want to keep her waiting."

Jamie blinked. “. . .uh, who?"

“The next girl in line," chuckled Lucy. “I mean, you knew that, right?"

Oh god, what? “Whoa, whoa, girls, I. . . I'm as impressed with myself as anyone, but I gotta take a break!" he protested.

“If I don't little Jamie might fall off!"

The girls chuckled with laughter. “Well, better rest up soon, she's not waiting forever."

“Yeah, she might jump your bones."

Jamie actually felt a little afraid. “W-who?" Seriously, some of the girls were a lot bigger than him, and it wasn't just the size of their tits.

“Sally!" they said in unison.

Jamie went a shade paler. Sally!? That was. . . complicated. Bess and the others seemed comfortable with Jamie's decision – in regards to a “relationship" with them. But Sally? Even he knew she wanted something more than a pleasant friendship. Before any of “this" had occurred, their companionship – if you could call it that – was strained.

Complicated. It was complicated.

“Er, where is she?" he asked, buttoning his shirt.

The twins shrugged. “Moping around the barn or maybe her room. But she's next. That was the deal!"

Deal? Jamie didn't want to know. Whatever the girls as a whole were getting up to, it was certainly no good. In the meantime, with the knowledge of where Sally might be, Jamie considered his next move carefully. To an outsider, perhaps that sounded a bit much. Wasn't he overthinking things? He was the farm head, after all. But with Sally? Not so much.

Sally was the one who had her eyes on Jamie in a rather different way. She wanted more beyond something in the bed. She wanted a relationship and, as far as Jamie knew, an actual foal. Not the one she already had, but one sired by Jamie, which was in itself a mass of complications. The breeding angle itself was a major question mark, not to mention the “weight" associated with human-Hybrid relationships. Depending on where you went around the systems, that was either a celebrated or despised thing. Didn't matter that civilization had expanded onto different planets, sometimes you couldn't shake judgment.

Of course, for the longest time Jamie never thought much of that. He had to admit – to his shame – he didn't care, really. His head was so lost in the clouds the girls were the farthest thing from his mind. Now that was all changing, for the better. What with this turn of events, no doubt Sally was excited.

Or was she? As he mulled it over, why wouldn't she be angry with him? He'd spurned her – even though he didn't mean to outright. He couldn't hold it against her if she wasn't interested. At the very least, he could try to make amends in a special way.

The girls had already made their way back to the estate, but Jamie decided to see someone else before he made amends with Sally. Tia, in fact, was the girl to go to. He wandered back to the estate near the floral fields, where the young bovid tended to a massive garden.

Tia was fascinated by unique floral biology, especially earth-based organisms. They were hard – if not almost impossible – to find out in the systems. Some of it to do with regulatory bodies, others with improper environments for hosting said plant. But that didn't stop Tia, not in the slightest. She had worked for a long while to crossbreed and develop flowers capable of surviving on unique, alien terrain, a roundabout way of saying she grew the plant Jamie wanted.

Blue tulips. They were a favorite for Sally, perhaps because they sprung up when she sired foal. Or maybe it was nostalgia for the home planet. Regardless, Jamie navigated his way through the farm to find her, the lass tending to her family of plants as she always did. She glanced his way when he approached, offering a small smile and wave, as he did the same.

“Oh, Jamie," she said, voice small but poignant and practiced. She was thoughtful, and spoke in a careful, intellectual fashion.

“I didn't know it was my turn already." A little giggle left her.

Jamie rubbed his head. “Oh, erm."

“I'm only kidding," she said, standing. She was also in the buff, setting aside a bushel of snipped flowers on the ground.

“What can I do for you?"

Jamie huffed and explained, about Sally being next and his desire to be head of the farm. He also explained the friction he shared with Sally and wanted to try and apologize. Whether she accepted was on her terms.

Till gave an understanding nod. “Oh my. No easy task. Sally has complicated feelings, but, I think you can make it work. She will certainly appreciate the gesture."

“Yeah," Jamie said, not so sure himself. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. But anyway, that's why I need the tulip."

Tia brightened. “Oh, of course. And I've got some healthy ones right here, in fact."

She picked up said 'healthy ones,' a few stems with azure petals sprawling from it send, beautiful and touched with specks of dew. Tia approached and handed them over, though in such a way they were rather close to her breasts. She snickered when Jamie took them, clearing his throat.

“Good luck," she intoned, gesturing to the estate. “She should be in her room."

Jamie took a breath. “Keep a hole open in case she kills me."

Tia laughed. “I'll ignore the innuendo. Don't worry. You'll be fine."

Jamie wasn't so sure, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. As he left Tia called after him: “Oh, and don't forget, I'm next."

This was turning into a regular full time shift. Well, thoughts for later. For now, Jamie went to the estate reserved for the girls. There were rooms on the main property, of course, but giving the girls their own space was important. He made his way over and entered, overtaken by all the designs and ornamentations set aside by each of the girls. Inside, their personalities shown through in all the small (and biggest) of ways. The interior was lit with a pleasant glowing orange, similar to sunset, while hardwood furniture accompanied various pictures and additions the girls no doubt picked out themselves. For instance, a flower shaped clock hung on the wall – a classic mechanical design, unlike the modern versions with their flat minimalist screens.

Other touches were present too, like cute posters or dish plates. But Jamie wasn't here to admire the scenery, at least not right now. There was a girl he needed to see and make things right with.

Sally's room was on the third floor, overlooking most of the farm. The door was bathed in a gentle blue paint and a silver crest shaped with Jamie's family insignia crowned. When Jamie reached the frame, he stared at it a long while. God, what to even say? Where to even begin? Fumbling the blue flowers in hand, he raised his fist, took one last deep breath, and knocked.

“Sally? Are you there? It's Jamie."

Wow, 'it's Jamie!' Really? Genius man! Jamie chastised himself. What a stupid way to open a conversation! In response he received, well, no response. Guess that was fair, who'd want to talk to him after that? He should just turn around and forget about this whole thing, try again some other year.

But then.

The knob shifted. The door opened and a crease of light peered through a tiny opening. From that, a brilliant eye of alluring green looked out, staring at Jamie. Then, the door widened, revealing Sally's stiff, sullen features.

“Oh. Jamie. Uh, nice to see you."

Egh. That bad huh? Well, Jamie wasn't here to make her feel worse. He raised a hand. “Look, Sally, it's okay. You don't have to pretend it's 'great' I'm showing my mug, okay? Today's been crazy and I've been meaning to make things right and. . . erm. . ."

Sally blinked, opening the door more. “What?"

Jamie tried again. “Fuck. Uh. Sally. I've been a doof. I don't know how to put it. Kinda selfish. Wait, no, really selfish. Been thinking about myself, how I feel. Ever since I came here I've been lost in the clouds and I've been ignoring everyone. Especially you."

He shook his head, looking at her, then the floor. Her room smelled nice, tinted with the gentle scent of flowers.

“It's not always about me," he said. “I guess it's confusing, sure. The whole dynamic between farm owner and you guys and all that, but, erm. Well it doesn't mean I should neglect the way you guys feel."

His eyes returned to her. “Especially you, ya' know?"

Sally studied him a while, like he wasn't real or perhaps this was an imitation that looked like him. A dream come to life.

“And why is that?" she said, sharp and quick. “Why do you think I need to be apologized to?"

Jamie blinked. She didn't need him to explain. She didn't misunderstand, but she wanted Jamie to say it himself, or at least what he thought he'd done.

He cleared his throat. Put on the spot but, this was the break. If he really wanted to make amends with her, he was gonna have to put in the effort. Besides, he wanted to. He wanted to make sure all the girls were happy here.

He held the tulips, looking them over. “Alright, okay. Look, er, Sally, I know. . . you wanted a bit more than a standard relationship. Whatever 'standard' means between humans and Hybrids, anyway. And I know it sucks that I can't give that to you. Er, well I don't know, know, I just get that you're frustrated about that. Who wouldn't be?"

He watched her carefully. Her stern features seemed to soften a little, but he definitely needed to keep going.

“I never meant to give you cold shoulder on all that. I'm just some guy, you know, who inherited this big massive mess of a farm and I'm only good with numbers and. . . shit Sally I'm only good with that, I guess. Being with someone as great as you, much less a father, I. . . I have no idea if I can do that. I wish I was better. I'm sorry Sally, but if I said anything else I'd be lying, and that'd be worse."

Here, Sally's eyes flicked to the side, and she conceded with a sigh.

“You're still important to me," continued Jamie. “And I do want to be more. But uh, everything else, well."

Finally, Sally gave a slow, tiny nod. “I know."

Jamie was relieved to hear her say that. It sounded like she forgave him, at least. “It's just so complicated, you know?" he added.

“It's not that I care, about all the politics of it. But at the same time, that's a mess I'd be bringing down on the rest of you. And you've got a foal already, I don't want to mess that up."

She blinked. Then, Sally returned here wide, clear eyes back to Jamie. “Why did it take this long to say something?"

She rubbed her arm. “I spent so long waiting. . ."

Jamie grimaced. “I'm sorry, Sally. Would you believe me if I said I didn't even know you girls wanted something like that with me? I just. . . haha, I'm some idiot wandering around here. You're all so pretty and, well, a guy might give his left nut just to be with you. Why settle for some doof like me, right?"

He shook his head. “I know, that sounds ridiculous right? I'm that dense? But, yeah, I am I guess. I just thought this was all a big thing running itself, the farm. I never felt part of it. Now, though, that changed, huh?"

Once again, he tried to drive it all home. He presented the blue tulip, hoping it'd do something. “I'm not sure what that means going from here, or what it all means, and being a dad, I dunno. . ."

She took it slowly in her hands, inhaling the familiar, sweet scent.

“But if not that, I can be someone you're with."

Sally glanced between he and the flower. “You really mean that?"

“You bet I do."

She examined the flower a while, reminiscing over its meaning, its origins. “Funny. Old myth that says when these bloom, there's good luck."

Sally snickered. “Don't think I buy that, though."

“Thank you for telling me this, Jamie," she said. “For. . . all of that. I don't know what's ahead. . . but, sharing it with you seems fine, right?"

Jamie brightened. “More than fine!"

His chest swelled. Okay, now was the time to chance something. Sally was beautiful, of course, and like the others in the buff, meaning her ample front and curvy womanly frame was quite on display. That was hard to ignore, though he didn't want to seem like a creep. Rather, he smiled and with gentle force took a step forward and chanced a small kiss to her lips. A testing one, to see if this was okay.

At once, Sally blinked and drew back, a tiny gasp leaving her. For a moment, Jamie thought he overstepped. But, no, Sally wasn't shocked because she was frightened, it was because she was engaged by it. A brief pause formed between them, until this time, Sally pushed forward.

Their lips met once again and a deep, loving warmth formed between them. Soft, hot mouths touched, close enough they could taste each other's words. The rest followed, their frames pressed together, Sally's ample front squishing against Jamie's chest while his palms gently grasped her sides, offering a reassuring squeeze. He could feel her wanting frame, like a dam breaking, eager for his flesh, but Jamie didn't want her to rush just yet. He wanted to focus on her.

She broke away from his kiss, panting. “Jamie," she said, tone hot and wanting. “You look. . . tired."

He blinked. Did he? Aha, well, that wasn't an impossibility. The day had been busy, to put it mildly. “Heh, I guess," he said, heavy breaths escaping him.

He glanced behind him, at the door. “I could, er, grab some milk. It helped."

Sally looked him over and granted a soft laugh. “Silly. Why not get it from the source?"

He turned back to her, realizing what she meant. Oh. That wasn't an offer he could turn down. “You sure?"

She didn't answer with words, rather present her hefty tits, both tented with glistening pink nips. Jamie certainly was feeling fatigued, so he was eager to replenish himself. So, with enthused motions he lowered his head, wrapping lips about one of the tits and suckling, the rush of sweet milk meeting his tongue. Sally moaned out, head craning as she ran a hand through his hair, her bountiful fruit producing a fine nectar. It was much like before, instilling a burst of virile stamina in Jamie. His blood rushed and heart raced, sleepiness fading. His hands squeezed and fondled the other breast, procuring yet more moans from Sally, until he popped free.

Dribbles of milk left her, while Jamie savored the taste. Wow, that was damn good. Sally managed a weak smile, trying to hold back her arousal.

“Better?" she managed, cheeks flushing.

This must've been overwhelming for her. Yearning for Jamie and now to have all this happening. A hot rush, and Jamie wanted to satisfy for.

“Almost," he intoned back. This time he took the opposite breast in mouth, licking at the stiff nip while his fingers slid down and teased her nether lips. He slipped digits into the pink cleft, where Sally moaned again, full of want. Jamie was eager to oblige, taking his fingers and carefully massaging her sensitive clitoral nub, which sent hot electric tingles through her curvaceous frame.

“Oh Jamie," she hissed. “Onnf, please, more!"

More? Oh he was happy to oblige. They repositioned themselves so Jamie had an easier time working her over, releasing her breast from his groping palm as he pumped his digits into her awaiting folds. At once, her inner tunnel was slippery and hot from the attention, allowing him easier access. He switched between thrusting his fingers into her, then working over her nub, sending waves of stimulating throughout her frame. Sally leaned over her bed, hefty breasts resting atop sheets while her thick backside wobbled from the attentions, echoing in jiggly waves.

“Yes!" she wailed, no doubt from having her wildest desire finally fulfilled. To have Jamie, here, with her now, was more than she could handle in all the best ways. Even better, Jamie noted his virile desire turning like a raging torrent, prompting him to do more.

Sally, in the meantime, shuddered and buckled. Her folds quivered and she burst to orgasm, nectar dripping from her while Jamie continued to work her over. Normally it took more coaxing but in this instance it was easy to see why she was so thrilled at the notion of having a lover that truly cared about her.

She panted, falling onto her sheets, panting. “That was. . . wonderful. . ." she said through soft inhales and exhales, glancing back at Jamie.

Jamie smiled, squeezing her ample rear, if not a big possessively. Wow, the poor woman was really left unsated, huh? It was always so much better with the real thing. Not exactly because you couldn't find stimulation from say, a toy, but it was more about the person on the other side caring about your physical bliss so much, and that's what Jamie was doing (or what he wanted to accomplish).

“Not done," he grunted, going to knees and mashing into her rump. This time he was eager to eat her out, to taste the flavor of her petals. Immediately his tone worked to show her appreciation, to which Sally moaned again with quivering anticipation.

“Wait, wait," she said in hushed tones. She adjusted, adjusting herself so she was sitting with legs spread. When she was more comfortable, Jamie got back to work.

Always give if you're willing to receive, that was one thing farm life taught him.

So, much like the previous girls had serviced his cock with great enthuse, so Jamie did to Sally's needy folds, and hungry they were. Her hands ruffled his hair as he briskly worked, suckling her sensitive mother-of-pearl to procure yet greater, shuddering gasps. Her thick front wiggled and clapped in harmony as she stretched in bliss, Jamie's tongue taking method strokes, pushing into her tunnel, tasting and teasing her. You know, it wasn't so bad being buried between a pair of thighs like this.

“Nnnnf."

Jamie had his own words, but they were muffled by, well, muff. His face flushed as he soaked in Sally's sex, flavor, and scent, all qualities driving him crazy with increasing desire and want. But, if he claimed his plan was entirely altruistic, he'd be lying. He was warming Sally up, truth be told, for the real fun.

He pulled away from her, if only a moment, as she tensed, not wanting him to depart. But he wasn't going anywhere, and his grin said it all. “Hey, you know. . ." he intoned, mischief in his voice.

“We can always try to breed you anyway."

The word put fire in his chest and loins. Ah, breeding, that was different. Making love yes, but breeding was also claiming, taking his position as true head of the farm.

Sally looked back to him, eyes wide and face aflush. She was certainly as eager as he, legs shifting as her dribbling nether region awaited the hot stem to plow her fertile earth. Jamie's chest hammered like a war drum and his sword was drawn. He carefully crawled over Sally, the tip of his flesh teasing her cleft while they shifted into a comfortable position on the bed. Sally lied on her back and squeezed Jamie at the sides, coaxing him on.

“Please, yes," she whispered. “Breed me."

Jamie needed absolutely nothing else. In a slow but swift motion he pressed into her and groaned, enveloped by her comfortably tight tunnel. It wasn't so intense as to “choke" him but enough he felt embraced. Accompanying that was the seething heat and knowledge he was inside Sally, a potent liquor. Combined with the primal beast roused in his brain and the stimulating milk, he felt stronger than ten bulls put together.

He started to throw his hips in smooth controlled strokes while Sally emitted a pleased moan with each. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her fat, buxom tits pressed against his chest. Her lips were hot and needy, so he pressed his to hers, holding her with a kiss as he began controlled, excited bucks into her wet lower entrance.

It was blissful, to have Sally hold him close as he thrust into her with generous steadiness. Not too fast – speed wasn't always a factor, sometimes it was about enjoying things. And now, he certainly was. How long had the poor bovid woman been without attention? All the smoldering lust combined with the emotional high, resulting in a satisfying twine of bodies. As they held together, Jamie hasted himself, electric waves of bliss engulfing his cock, to the point it was almost painful.

The bed whined and winced, squeaking at their attention until finally, neither Jamie nor Sally could hold back, reaching an ecstatic orgasm that had long ben coming. They clenched and groaned together, shaking wildly as their peaks clashed like rivers, forming a sticky pool of sex on the sheets. Sally held Jamie's sweat covered frame as if life depended on it, and what with Jamie's hint from earlier, perhaps she was right to do so.

But as Jamie pulled free, a timid river of issue leaking from Sally's hold folds, the milk continued to grant him stamina. Where a buzzy afterglow might hinder him, he was as randy as ever to continue.

“Let's keep trying," he intoned while Sally looked back him with a surprised gaze.

The rest of the warm afternoon was filled with the rambunctious sounds of their fucking.

-*-

“I don't know if it's even possible. . ."

The pair stared at the room ceiling for a long while, the sheets of a messy of their previous actions. Sally, feeling fulfilled (at least physically) had mused over the subject of breeding between human and Hybrid.

“Well, we've definitely given it a fair shot, right?" Jamie tossed back, somewhat joking. Oh he'd filled her womb all right, hard to believe he had anything left after all that.

She chuckled. “We'll see. It's a lot to take in."

“Literally, huh?"

Sally simpered, glancing to Jamie. “That milk did you good, did it?"

Jamie gave a slow nod. “I'm uh, well, I've never felt that good before. I tried some from the glasses earlier."

“Yes, Bess had been sneaking in her own supply."

Jamie gazed at Sally's enormous, juicy breasts. “Well, I think after that I prefer it from the source now, heh."

“If it gets you to do all that," Sally added, referring to their fucking. “Please do."

Jamie felt his loins stir. “Speaking of 'all that," he said, turning to her. “Round eight?"

Sally grinned.

Jamie didn't remember much after that, save for fucking Sally into the state of a silly cow. In the back of his head, though, he wondered where this was all going, and what it meant.

Guess he really was head of the farm now.