The sounds of neighing and snuffling were emanating from the private stable, as they always did in the evenings; no reasonable person could mistake what was transpiring for any activity other than vigorous, flesh-slapping coitus. Perhaps the exhalations and whinnying of the stallion could be explained as an energetic horse growing restless in his stall, but the further noises of wet, fleshy churning and heavy slapping, the female moans coming at regular intervals - the truth of the act was clear.
Luna and Circe paid the sounds no heed. Luna was examining her iPad, Circe was knitting, and neither one so much as cocked a perfectly-plucked eyebrow as they sat and rocked in their sturdy old fashioned chairs. They were used to such noises, just as they were used to the unusual construction of their large farmhouse, with stables accessible directly from the rear via a connecting passage. They were two sisters, both blonde, and dressed in homespun gowns with tight-fitted lace-up bodices and billowing gigot sleeves that mirrored the long skirts. To look at them, one might have thought they were straight out of the 19th century - except for the anachronism of Circe's tablet… and the plunging necklines of the bodices, which revealed two pairs of absolutely massive G-cup breasts. These twin sets of fleshy globes were soft and bulging, their bounty pouring into the criss-crossing bodice laces like batter into a waffle-iron… and the simple dress fabric, blue with subtle piping, did little to hide the huge and protruding disc-shapes of their nipples.
"How mother carries on!" Luna commented, not looking up from her knitting. "Must we wait until nightfall?" Her voice had an antique, plantation-madam affectation that fit right in with her dress and the queer time-lost furnishings of the farmhouse.
"I told you, don't talk like that," Circe replied, not looking up from her tablet. "We're teenagers." The statement seemed to be a reminder of sorts. "You have to pay attention to how people talk. And you should learn to use one of these." She gestured with her iPad. "This isn't like before, when people would simply wander the woods and drop in for a visit."
"Hmmph!" Luna turned up her nose. "I hate that infernal device!"
They passed the next few seconds in silence. From the attached stable, another whinny and a moaning cry ran out, followed by gradually weakening orgasmic gasps.
"She'll have left nothing for the two of us!" Luna sighed, moving her yarn deftly with the clack of needles. Her huge breasts loomed over her work; seeming ready to burst from her bodice - it seemed that with one wrong move she might accidentally puncture them with one of her wicked-looking knitting needles.
"Mom needs her strength," Circe replied, and again the difference in epoch in their word choices was evidence. Otherwise, the two girls were spitting images of each other, statuesque blondes who had worked hard enough on the farm to sculpt their bodies into marvels that no simple cotton dresses could completely hide. "That's why I'm looking for someone to buy into the farm." Again she shook the tablet. "It's a lot more useful than knitting, anyway."
"I'm merely composing my tropes, wiles and gambits to secure the investor's interest!" Luna spat back, and the two sisters fell into silence again, comfortably antagonistic as only two familiars could be. Yet Luna still looked vexed as the sounds of horse-sex were slow in their dissipation. "It should not be too much to ask to enjoy Pesmerga."
The private stable was where they kept their favored stock; and tonight it was Pesmerga, the towering and thick-bellied grey percheron, who had been tended to by their mother. Nineteen hands tall, his mane cut and braided into a majestic gladiator's plume, he was a favorite of both sisters and one of their most impressive studs. His cock, faithfully measured by sisters every fortnight, reached an astounding twenty-two inches, and when coaxed from his sheath was considerably thicker than even their well-toned arms.
"We'll both enjoy him. He's never let us down," Circe reassured her sister, then leaned back in her rocker and looked at the ceiling, fanning her swollen breasts. "You know how much cum his balls can make!"
"Oh yes, I know very well!" Luna sighed back, and let her yarn and needle fall to her lap. They both closed their eyes, recalling the same shared memories of their time with the studly stallion, feeling his muscles move under that spotted grey coat. "By Minerva and Ophelia, how his balls churn , producing such a load-"
"Fuck, yes!" Circe hissed, and her thighs spread a little, one hand dropping to her crotch to rub it through the thin fabric of her skirts, the other brushing up against her large and puffy nipple. Instantly as she squeezed the latter, a wet patch appeared on the blue decorative piping of her bodice, soaking through. "Remember the last time when mother allowed us his first load of the week, how he filled us up!"
"Our bellies bulged, as if we had quickened!"
"I swallowed until my stomach was full, three times, and he was still coming!"
"I yearned to be a horse's wife that day!" Luna's pelvis surged forward and she looked at her sister desperately, their eyes locking as they both groped their breasts, dampening their bodices and making their cleavage slick with milk. Each sister planted a firm hand on their crotches for good measure, teasing themselves. "Please, sister," Luna moaned. "Mother yet dawdles and I grow desperate!"
Despite or perhaps because of any filial connection, Circe did not hesitate to slide from her rocking chair onto the hardwood floor, placing her hands on her sister's thighs before sliding, serpent-like up against her. Luna moaned out and there was the dull staccato snapping of bodice ties being unfastened as Circe raked her hand down, letting Luna's round, jiggling breasts fall free. The large and blushing pink nipples were leaking milk in rivulets that trailed down the underside of each mammary, and it was here that Circe's attentions were focused first.
"Suck me, sister!" Luna moaned, eyes shut and lip clamped under perfectly white front teeth. "Before I overflow!" She took Circe's head in her hand, letting blonde braids wander under her fingers, and pulled her inward, forcing her mouth against one large and protruding nipple, mashing it against her lips. The pressure of Circe's face compressed her breast into a more narrow shape, like a mould, her sister's features were buried in it. And there was a wet sound of shifting liquid, or spraying, as warm lances of milk exploded into her mouth.
No dairy farmer would mistake their interaction for the milking duties of a farmer; it was more intimate by far, and Luna's moaning, back-arching gasps of release made her lactation seem more like the desperate ejaculation of a randy teenager, as if some pent-up and body melting desire was finally being given voice. The milk bubbled up around Circe's sucking mouth, the kneeling sister's cheeks hollowing out with her suctioning pulls, clinging to her chin, sliding down the corners of her mouth and her graceful, swan-like neck in heavy and translucent curds.
Circe withdrew with a gasp, and her blue eyes fixated on Luna's breast, the swollen flesh connected to her unnaturally puffy lips by strands of cream and saliva, her exhalations causing these arcs of expectorate to vibrate like harp strings. "It's so thick!" she moaned, licking the milk from her lips. "You must be so full!"
"Yes! I need it!" Luna moaned, and guided Circe's head to her other breast. The fat G-cups, swollen even larger with milk, were face-enveloping in size. Circe repeated her act of incestuous sucking as the two sisters pressed their bodies against each other, supple flesh on flesh, shapely farmgirl muscle on muscle. They were nearly mirror images of each other, save for a difference in their hair - Luna's blonde hair was cascading and full, mostly straight with one encompassing braid wrapped around like a coronet. Circe's was done up in a double-layer of French milkmaid braids. It was clear that despite their old-fashioned clothes and appearances, they took the most libertine view when it came to pleasuring each other. Whatever the genesis of Luna's quaint manner of speech; it had produced no strictures against pressing her sister's face against her huge tits and blasting her mouth full of cream!
Circe's blue eyes went wide as her sister's opposite breast flooded her mouth anew; her neck bulged lewdly as she swallowed one mouthful after another, producing sinful sounds of consumption: glrrrk, glrrk, glrrrrk . "It feels… so good!" Luna moaned, as the thick deposits of milk in her ducts surged out and abraded the channels in which they ran, producing an unspeakable mix of burning, tingling pain and pleasure. As Circe occupied herself with one balloon-sized tit, Luna groped the other, pressing down on her nipple, letting the raised flesh of her fat areola spill between splayed fingers, holding her breast aloft and spraying arcs of milk across the living area, splattering the stone of the fireplace and the many period-appropriate furnishings of the old farmhouse. Her knitting needles and yarn were forgotten as she squeezed and milked herself as if servicing the teats of a cow… or an ejaculating penis.
Her orgasm came easily and powerfully, producing a bucking motion and a tensing of muscles that caused her sister to slide off. Circe was left on the floor, looking up hungrily, while Luna gasped, her tits hanging to either side of the sweat-slick trough of her cleavage, the underside of each breast reaching all the way past the waist of her skirt. At the place where her midsection disappeared beneath what remained of the dress, one could see how well-proportioned Luna was, with individual abdominal muscles subtly visible, rising and falling under the milky skin of her midriff as she tried to catch her breath.
"If people only knew… that we're sisters who suck each other's tits and lick pussy!" Circe said, and lay back on the floor, looking at the ceiling before she reached down to grab her skirts and pull them up, revealing her bare pussy, with no panties in evidence. She was absolutely hairless, completely shaved, her pubic mound evident in a chubby and pale-complexioned curve that faded to pink approaching the delta of her sex. "It's your turn - if mom is hogging Pesmerga's attention, it's only fair you pay me back and lick my slit!"
Dutifully, Luna slid down from her rocker and crawled seductively until her face was just inches from Circe's bare cunt. "How fortunate," she said, "that we learned to do this, those many years ago!" She placed her hands on Circe's smooth thighs and lifted them up and apart. Fit and toned as Circe was, the round bubble of her buttocks and the sensual cut of her hips and iliac were well-defined even in this prone position.
"Mother taught us," Circe said, savoring the memory. "When she took us into her bed and buried our faces in her cunt!" She squeezed her breasts up toward her face, the patches of wetness in her dress growing larger than ever. Her hands moved spider-like over to her bodice laces and, seconds later, she had raked them down and let her tits fall free, two round, full globes that seemed unnaturally large even for her powerful farmgirl frame. She used her forearms to mash her tits together and brought her nipples to her mouth at the same time that Luna hungrily began to lick her wet, throbbing slit.
Their bodies seemed to tremble in places, the veins beneath the skin in their wrists tightening like rope. There was a creaking noise, as if they were pulling each other apart, stretching each other. In their moment of shared ecstasy, the human, their farmgirl affectations dropped away and they grunted and groaned like believers in the throes of revelation. As Luna sucked one of Circe's plump, moist pussy lips into her mouth, nibbling and tugging, she drew such a noise from her sister that the opening and shutting of the rear door went unheard, as did their mother's steps on the floor.
It wasn't long before she was standing over them, looking down with calm understanding as Circe sucked her own nipples into long, pointed shapes, and Luna's face was shiny with the wetness. Her shadow was cast over their stacked and sensual bodies as they rutted, two daughters of amazonian stature and physique surpassed only by her, the matron of the family: Miss Elphaba "Ella" Danvers.
She, too, was a blonde, and astonishingly tall and well-muscled, reaching perhaps six and a half feet. The details of her physical superiority were plain to see, for she wore only a pair of black high heels - the rest of her rollicking body was bare, and slathered in a coating of thick semen. The white, lumpy, virile mess was everywhere - gathered in her cleavage, clinging to her stretched and porous nipples, - lathered in the furrow of her sex. Every bit of her skin was glistening with a thick patina of horse-cream, filling the room with the heady scent of equine reproductive material. Underneath a taut washboard of sexy abs, the mound of her pussy gave way to a large and hooded clitoris that was awash in semen. Her flaxen pubes were matted with it, as were her underarms, and the alluring cupola of her collarbone.
Perhaps her most impressive features were her absolutely massive balloon tits and round, protruding ass-globes, both of them standing out in bimbo perfection. Her breasts were easily an H-cup, scintillating under their layers of cum, the skin seeming to be stretched over swollen and throbbing mammary glands that would burst with milk at any moment. Her buttocks, just as large, were as spherical and solid as a pair of large bowling balls. Despite all the cum that had been blasted on her face, her lips were a hungry, vampiric red; her eyebrows plucked thin, her hair pulled back into a long and wild braid that seemed worthy of a dryad.
"Girls, what have you been up to?" she said, her voice dark and smoky. "Did you give in to your urges so easily?"
Luna and Circe stopped their cavorting at once, looking up at her respectfully. "We couldn't help it, mom!" Circe said. "I was checking out the man we found, on the internet! His penis is so big, and-"
"And our breasts were so full!" Luna finished, blushing and looking down at the floor with shame. "I needed such a milking, it was too much to bear! And your time with Pesmerga drew out so interminably!"
"Get up," Ella said. She was the spitting image of her daughters, in a way, only her face carried the lines and angles of a more seasoned age, while remaining drop-dead gorgeous. Once they had obeyed, standing in their milk-soaked and unraveled bodices, she spoke again. "Pesmerga is still strong. When I finished, I knelt next to his sack to kiss it, and from the sound, there are ten or more heavy horse-loads for the both of you."
"Oh, that's awesome!" Circe blurted, clenching her fists with excitement.
"Truly, blessed news!" Luna added. "I feel like so much has built up within me, and try as I might, I cannot dissipate it, except by having it ravaged from me!"
Ella looked at Luna steadily, then reached out a hand to place it on the top of her head. She was about six inches taller than her daughters, who were themselves very tall. "Yes, I see," she assessed. "That half of your blood that comes from me - it creates this energy within you. And only mansperm can draw it out. Horses, big as they are, do not have the spirit of a man. The best Pesmerga can offer you is temporary relief."
Luna nodded, resisting the burning need between her legs. "I wish father was still alive," she lamented, and Circe instantly looked regretful as well.
"Yes," Circe said. "He loved when we would fuck and suck him!" Her hand went to her breast, as if remembering the touch of the departed. "By the end, when his cock was eighteen inches… god, I loved it when he would cum for hours straight, balls-deep in my pussy and ass!" She hissed out a breath and bit her lip, squinting her eyes shut.
"And the way he would fuck our breasts… and fill our mouths with his seed!" Luna added, licking her own slick lips. "Leaving us plastered, head to toe - letting us drink his loads!" She moaned with ecstasy as the image and feel of the moment came back with frightening clarity. "He truly knew how to provide for his daughters!"
The two sisters looked at each other, then exhaled and let their heads hang a little. "We're sorry about what happened, mother," Luna said. "How he died while we were-"
"Your father knew what he was getting into," Ella interrupted, reaching out with her long and sculpted arms to gather her children by the hips. "That's why he bought Pesmerga, Asterion and Hercules, and the rest of the stock. Something to tide us over after he was gone." She took two handfuls of her daughters bountiful, sculpted buttocks and squeezed, enjoying the firmness of the bubbles. "It was his destiny to die in a week-long fuck session with his two beautiful girls. His body could only hold out so long." Her mouth turned up into a small smile. "In fact… I'm proud of you, girls. To overwhelm a human man - it means you've come of age."
She took both of their heads and clutched them to her bosom in a gesture of both lust and filial devotion, letting her daughters' hungry mouths mash against her cum-soaked breasts. "Eat your fill," she purred, caressing their hair. "Lick Pesmerga's thick, virile horse cum off of my tits!"
Luna and Circe did more than that, rubbing their tongues aggressively over the twin meat sacks but also pursing their lips and sucking, slurping, and biting their mothers' nipples, holding the breasts steady with their slender hands. The hungry sounds of consumption they made added additional lewdness to the incestuous act, and quickly drove Ella to a further extremity of pleasure, causing her to clutch their heads over-tighter!
"Ah, you two girls! If you keep doing that… I'm going to… fill your mouths with milk! Ahhh!" The threshold she'd mentioned had been reached and passed, and both Luna and Circe moaned out, their cheekbones visible in suctioning shapes, as the huge, porous nipples in their mouths began to erupt with heavy milk blasts, instantly filling their mouths and causing the creamy liquid to overspill their lips and trail down their chins and necks.
Her daughters wrapped their arms around her, clutching tight, dipping their hips and grinding their clits on her thighs, while their throats worked thickly. Glug. Glug. Glug. Ella's jugs were so massive - a size greater even than her two well-endowed progeny - that the amount of milk within seemed endless. Only after six or seven mouthfuls each did the girls pull away, gasping, a corona of cream around their lips.
"So much!" Circe moaned, eyes twinkling blue as milk ran from her chin. "It's like you're cumming my mouth with a big fucking cock!"
"Just like father would do," Luna added, breathily, swallowing thickly to clear the cream from her throat. "Those nights he would fill our bellies with his huge, thick seedloads!"
They gasped in unison at the lewd memory, and Ella pulled in first one daughter and then another for a deep, hungry bout of tongue-kissing, sucking wetly and exploring each others mouths, passing milk and horse-cum back and forth. Their reminiscing about human cock had awakened an instinct within her, as well, dominating and needy, and she kissed them as if the fruits of her loins were her very own sexual property, before pushing them downward and pressing their faces against her rock-hard midsection, bidding them trail their tongues in the lattice-work of flesh there, slurping the cum from her abs. The girls eagerly obeyed, licking the horse sperm from those furrows with submissive eagerness, pleasing their taller, bigger-breasted matron as best they could.
"Pesmerga… shot so much… into my pussy!" Ella moaned, and guided Luna's eager eager face into her shaved, swollen pussy mound, mashing her daughter's upper lips against her lower ones, then using index and middle finger to spread her cunt wide and let the bounty of horse-sperm slide from her opening and into Luna's eager mouth. "Yes, my daughters!" she grunted, teeth clenched, gripping them both by the hair. "Suck the horse cum from my cunt!" She cried out in orgasm as there was a wet, sloppy sound and she filled Luna's mouth to the brim with thick curds of sperm that Pesmerga's balls had deposited inside her. "Fuck!" she gasped, the word sounding ancient and especially Anglo-Saxon in her smoky voice, and she moved Luna's head away and let Circe eat her fill as well as she reveled in the debauchery.
"I've raised such good fucksluts… who lay with their father like beasts… such good dicksuckers and cunt-lickers!" She cried out in orgasm again and held Circe's face flush to her cunt mound as Luna leaned in to kiss and suck her midsection again. "Daughters who service cocks, whether man or horse!"
They shuddered together in sordid tableaux for nearly a minute, and when it finally ended and they released their grip on each other, Ella caught her breath and beheld the two others with love and satisfaction. "What we had before," she breathed, "we will have again." Her eyes scanned the floor and caught sight of Circe's tablet, open to a suggestive picture of a man.
"Is that him?" Ella asked. "The one I asked you to find?"
Circe nodded and she scooped up the tablet while Luna sulked a little - her mother showing interest in Circe's newfangled gadgets always made her jealous. Sensing this, Ella waved a hand toward the back door. "Go, Luna," she said. "Pesmerga awaits. I must talk to your sister."
Luna's jealousy faded, overwhelmed by the thought of tending to the massive horse that was waiting. Unbuttoning her skirt along the way, she strode toward the back of the house and out the rear door. Her majestic back, and round bottom, were the last they saw of her before it shut.
Circe held up the tablet to her mother. "Yes, he's perfect . Unattached, like you said. And interested in buying land. He's coming tomorrow, to confer with the property owners." She tapped the screen with one fingernail, long and natural. "And his cock - well, just look!"
Ella looked at the screen for a long time, examining every detail of the picture. A long-haired playboy, fit and muscled, rising out of a bathing pool, showing an enormous, hose-like length of meat pinned against his inner thigh, accentuated by a fortunate camera angle. Circe looked on hopefully, wanting her approval. "Do you think he'll join us, mother?" she asked.
"We will make sure of that," Ella replied, smiling hungrily. She took in a breath, and under her skin, just for a tiny moment, her veins seemed to bulge and grow taut, before relaxing to smoothness again.
"I wonder if he's strong as he looks?" Circe asked, leaning in to look at the image herself, biting her lower lip at the sight of such a handsome, virile man. She ran a finger over him, as if caressing him, hungry for the human contact she'd been missing since the untimely passing of the neighbor man, Mister Pastwell. "Is his cock as big as father's was, when he first arrived?"
Ella took only a moment before answering, and her reply sent chills down both of their long and languid spines.
"Bigger," she whispered.
Circe gasped with delight, and from the stables, there was a loud neigh and a moaning cry, as Pesmerga's massive, leathery, twenty-inch cock slid powerfully into Luna's pussy, beginning an hour-long fuck session that would see him empty his balls five further times, after which Circe would take her turn.
"Sir, I've prepared my report."
Ricky Starks blinked as his assistant Leah spoke. She was seated across from him in the spacious confines of an executive sedan, but the ride had been getting bumpier as they left the smooth sailing of the interstate for poorly-maintained small town byways. That meant jostling, and jostling meant bouncing… especially when it came to Leah's absolutely amazing breasts. It was these headlights that Ricky had been ogling before her voice, chipper and businesslike, jolted him out of his reverie.
Leah was a great assistant, and this allowed him to preserve the gentle fiction that he had hired her for her aptitude. The truth was, she had given him a hardon mere seconds after arriving for her job interview, dressed as she had been in a low-cut blouse and smart suit jacket, revealing a canton of beautiful and flawlessly complexioned cleavage. Her hair was a scarlet red, and it cascaded down over her shoulders as she peered at her laptop screen through a pair of stylish spectacles with thick, square rims.
She was only twenty-nine, but Ricky was no dirty old man chasing his secretary around the office. She was actually older than he was.
"Sir?"
"Yes, right," Ricky said, jolted into action. She gave him a small grin that said yes, I know you've been looking , and yes, I don't mind . This indulgence never failed to get his impressive cock twitching in his jeans. He wore jeans and tee-shirts with his suit jacket on most days, along with a comfortable pair of sneakers. Forbes called him the 'most stylish' of their 30 Under 30; the blurb had gone on to say that 'if Ricky Starks weren't such an investing whiz-kid, he'd have a career waiting for him in modeling'. They weren't wrong. Ricky was put together; his discipline in financial transactions was matched only by his discipline in workout routines. He did a hundred situps every morning, and a hundred pushups before bed. That was in addition to pulling weights around in the private gym he kept in his enormous upscale penthouse apartment.
Those who saw the fancy car rumbling over the bumpy roads of Topsfield County had no idea the occupant had a net worth of over fifteen million dollars. And they would have been even more surprised to know his reason for being there.
"I can't believe I'm buying farms now," Ricky mused to himself, leaning back against his seat. His hair was long for a businessman, neck-length, but just right for a financial bad boy. He was still finding it hard to concentrate, with Leah's tits slung like a couple of big meat sacks in her jacket and blouse - they were so big he just knew that they'd filled up his palm if he squeezed them, hell he could imagine the rough texture of those big porous nipples under his thumbs as he gave them a rub! Only with difficulty was he able to raise his eyes to her face and hold a conversation. "So, where do we stand?"
"Four of the five farms along the stretch of acreage have signed," Leah said, turning her laptop to face him, showing a power-point presentation that included a rough map. The lone holdout - the farm that had resisted selling to him - was smack dab in the middle. Ricky had a plan to create a new fast-food chain appealing to people who wanted humanely-sourced chicken and beef - that was to say, meat from animals that hadn't been subjected to the horrors of factory farming. To source his own meat, he needed farms, and not small ones, either. His solution was to buy a series of properties and consolidate them.
"The Kleins decided to sell, then?" he asked Leah, raising an eyebrow.
"Actually, our counterpart in the transaction is the Topsfield Credit Union. Mister Klein divorced, his assets are being sold off to pay a settlement. And now, nobody can get in touch with him."
"Fucking weird," Ricky said. "Didn't you say he's like the fourth guy to own that place in the last five years?" Leah nodded, and Ricky shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea why the property had become available again after such a frequent turnover of ownership, he only knew it meant he was one step closer to owning the stretch of farms he'd need to ethically source chicken sandwiches and hamburgers.
Ricky Starks had never asked the universe why he was lucky; why he'd been born with good looks and good genetics. He'd been a millionaire at nineteen when some risky investments paid off; now his rivals in finance called him the Golden Boy. And that was only the beginning of the angel dust that had been sprinkled on him. In addition to his gym stud genetics and fashion model facial features, Ricky was packing the sort of meat downstairs that made his financial-sector rivals jealous in a way his millions didn't. Ricky could understand that in a way. After all, anyone could short-sell some stocks or pick a few winners. But when it came to cock, a man was pretty much stuck with what occurred naturally.
"So," he said to Leah. "Tell me about the Salem property." It was the lone remaining holdout, preventing him from renovating and repurposing the whole parcel of land.
"Salem Artisanal Dairy," Leah recited.
Ricky couldn't help but chuckle. " Artisanal dairy , huh? What even is that?" His mind spun together a picture of a snooty auteur painting a portrait of a big wheel of cheese. More likely, they were cranking out overpriced cheese wedges to sell to Trader Joe's or whoever the fuck. Regardless, he wanted them bought.
"I'm afraid we don't know," Leah replied, which was uncharacteristic for her. When he asked her to research something, she was like a dog with a bone, tearing at it until every last vital piece of info was exposed. "To tell you the truth, Mister Starks, it's difficult to make sense of their business model. We haven't found one purchaser who knows them, nor any vendor who has sold feed to them. They claim they get all of their business by word of mouth."
"Leah. With all due respect, that doesn't make a whole lot of sense." Ricky furrowed his brow. "It's a farm, right? Cows? Chickens?"
"According to the neighboring properties, yes," Leah said. Her face was blushing a little at her failure to uncover any additional information; it made Ricky want to offer her the most indecent sort of comfort. Don't worry, Leah - you did the best you could. How about I rub those huge fucking jugs for you? How about I suck those nips until those tits are pulled taut like a couple torpedoes? And then for a grand finale, I'll shove my cock between them, see if you can't make it disappear! Of course, he had the sense to keep such fantasies far under the surface.
"If I may say so, sir, making inquiries on your behalf has been… more difficult, of late," Leah said, sounding almost scolding. "Since that regrettable Instagram incident and the Forbes article. People are vigilant of your potential acquisitions."
Ricky knew exactly what she was talking about - he'd actually trended on Twitter for a simple Instagram post, a short clip of some basic investment advice with a sponsorship from a web trading app. But nobody cared about the advice - the video had been shot with him at home in his outdoor hot tub, and concluded with him bidding goodbye and lifting himself out of it. Besides his washboard abs, chiseled pecs and muscular thighs, his bathing suit had clung very tightly to his undercarriage before the video faded out, revealing a perfect outline of his penis trapped against his inner thigh.
"If people on Twitter spent as much effort investing properly as they did trying to measure my dick, they'd all be rich by now," he sighed, slumping backward in his seat.
"It is an impressive package, sir."
Ricky raised an eyebrow at Leah. "Uh-"
She tipped him a wink and pushed her glasses up her nose. "I refer of course to your portfolio."
His eyes drifted toward her chest again. I see a couple other huge tracts of land I wouldn't mind acquiring, he thought. Leah had to be at least an E-cup, and a pretty one. Maybe even an F-cup. Again, he pulled his mind from the gutter with difficulty. "So," he said. "Where do we stand? What's the schedule for today?"
"First you meet with the rep from the Topsfield Bank," Leah said. "He'll sign over the papers. Then, it's dinner at the final property - you'll have to turn on the charm to get them to sell."
"Dinner?"
"Yes. They specifically asked for a dinner meeting. 'Home cooking', they said." Leah shrugged. "I got the impression they wanted to prod you a little, see if you're the sort who appreciates home cooking." She rubbed her chin with her hand. "The young woman I talked to had a very strange way of speaking. Old-fashioned, like she was Amish or something."
"Gotcha," Ricky replied. The whole thing was a little strange, but he supposed no stranger than all the weird dealmaking excursions he'd had on the west coast - investors wooed over golf, at gun ranges, or at race tracks, test-driving supercars. "I'm guessing I shouldn't play up the coast-hopping playboy angle."
"That's right," Leah said, looking at him sternly. "Stay off of your cellphone. Listen to their stories about cows and pigs and chickens. Sit on the porch and watch the fireflies. If they offer a nice cool glass of lemonade, take it." She looked even sterner as Ricky seemed on the verge of chuckling aloud. "I mean it! They wouldn't have invited you if they didn't want to sell. So dial back the elitism!"
"Okay, okay!" he agreed, holding up his palms and smiling. "Best behavior, I promise."
Just as quickly as it had come, Leah's stern expression left, and she blushed. Usually businesslike, she had revealed that she was rooting for Ricky to succeed in his deal. The attraction between them had been boiling for a while, and Ricky thought that, once the papers were signed, it might be time to push things a little further - very consensually, of course, he was her boss after all - and see if they made sense together.
And if nothing else… I might get to see that bubble butt swallowing up all twelve inches of my cock , Ricky thought. God, she has a tight, round ass to go with her big tits! You can tell she squats… you could bounce a dime off of that!
The sedan crested a hill and suddenly they were riding downhill into the valley where the properties were located, end-to-end like agrarian dominos. The Salem property in the middle, and in its middle, the large farmhouse, overlooking the stables and chicken-houses like a glaring idol.
"Look at that," Ricky remarked, and as close as he'd been to shagging Leah rotten right there in the car, he couldn't help but stare. The Salen farm seemed different from the others in one other way, in that there was a large and tangled wood surrounding the house, leading back to the rear property line across a large area. "That small acreage… and they never bothered to clear those trees?" He wasn't a farmer but he knew that fields of crops and animal graze produced more money than a bunch of tangled willows and pines.
The road was getting rougher, and it jostled them as they continued down into the valley. Leah only looked at him and shrugged. "Strange place," she said.
Ricky Starks didn't know it, but he was about to find out just how strange.
The bank rep was named Porter, and Ricky saw him right away for what he was - a middle-aged pencil pusher who'd had the busywork of a farm sale dropped on his desk, and was using that as an opportunity to talk shop with a young entrepreneur who had been in Forbes magazine. Porter wore a rumbled suit and had a fuzzed corona of grey hair around the sides and back of his bald head; his grip on Ricky's hand on the porch of the farmhouse was fawningly ingratiating.
"Mister Starks, a pleasure to meet you," he said. "George Porter. I've got the papers here; if you think it's necessary, I can show you the property." He caught the heel of his shoe in a loose board and stumbled, breaking up the sure sound of his voice and causing it to waver. "I'm sorry, bit of a last minute acquisition - maybe a loose nail or two but nothing that would affect the usability of the acreage-"
"It's fine," Ricky said, automatically. He watched as the luxury sedan that had carried him and Leah kicked up dust in the distance, making its way back to civilization. Leah had laid down the law one last time - sign the papers, then dinner, negotiate the sale, and get out - before telling him to call if he needed anything.
Watching them drive off, he felt a queer sense of isolation and jeopardy for reasons he couldn't understand. HIs eyes moved from the rear of the sedan to the distant property line that divided the former Klein property and the Salem property. There was a wooden fence, three rails, that his eyes could barely make out. And something more. Two figures, leaning on it, watching him. Female figures in dresses… with the glint of the sun, he could make out how blonde they were. Twin girls? Kids? No, too tall. Teenagers, maybe.
"Mister Starks?" Porter prompted. "Shall we tour the acreage?"
"No," Ricky said, turning his attention back to Porter. "My assistant already did her due diligence, Mister Porter. She's very thorough. I trust her completely to give a complete accounting of the property." He kicked at the loose board on the porch with his running shoe. "Including any irregularities."
Porter laughed nervously. "Well, the house is in good repair," he said. "It's only fifty acres, of course… but I've heard you're doing some other acquisitions as well?"
"I'll keep that to myself, if you don't mind," Ricky said, not unkindly, and gestured toward the house.
Porter shot him the finger guns and winked. "Right. Of course. You didn't get rich giving away your plans, I get it. I hope you can make a better go of it than the previous owners." He went into the house and Ricky followed him into a dusty kitchen with a checkered yellow tablecloth on the table. There was a window above the sink, looking out the side of the house, and through it, Ricky noticed as he sat down, the sightline was perfect to where the two female figures were leaning on the fence, way off in the distance.
"Six owners in fifteen years," Porter said, sitting down across from him and opening his briefcase. Click. "Hell of a thing. We thought this was going to be tied up in a divorce settlement, too. You're lucky we're able to sell it at all. Miss Klein had her husband declared legally dead just three weeks ago."
Ricky looked over to him. " Legally dead? Did he fall into a coma, or something?" The idea that six previous farmers had tried and failed to make the acreage profitable lent a new feeling of unease to the sun-sticky kitchen.
Porter chuckled darkly. "No," he replied. "Missing. He's been missing for… I want to say… sixteen months now? It was a real mess." He looked from side to side and then leaned in, his voice dropping slightly lower. Ricky knew the look on Porter's face - the look of someone trying to act like a big shot by disclosing secret information. "You know, some of us thought she offed him? There were marital problems."
"Marital problems."
Porter nodded, and leaned in even more. "They started once the Kleins moved here. Infidelity-related, according to the rumor. If I didn't know better, I'd say he stepped out for a little something on the side, and she took a shotgun to him."
Ricky looked out the window again. The two girls were still there, still as statues, leaning against the fence. "Was there any proof of that?" he asked. Porter shook his head. Ricky gestured toward the case. "Give me the papers," he said. He was quickly growing tired of Porter and the creepiness of the Klein property.
"You don't want to-"
Porter nodded, and leaned in even more. "They started once the Kleins moved here. Infidelity-related, according to the rumor. If I didn't know better, I'd say he stepped out for a little something on the side, and she took a shotgun to him."
Ricky looked out the window again. The two girls were still there, still as statues, leaning against the fence. "Was there any proof of that?" he asked. Porter shook his head. Ricky gestured toward the case. "Give me the papers," he said. He was quickly growing tired of Porter and the creepiness of the Klein property.
"You don't want to-"
"No. But I might take a walk out by the property line." They went over the documents, Ricky signing and initialing where he needed to. It was mostly a formality, Leah and his lawyer had already looked over the provisions of a copy of the same document and found them more than fair. The price was so low, in fact, that it felt almost criminal. In that way, the high turnover in owners and fallowness of their previous enterprises had worked in his favor.
Once it was done, he walked back out onto the porch with Porter. The girls were still there, watching him. For whatever reason, he felt both an eerie unease… and arousal. Two pretty farmgirls watching him from the Salem property? Would they be at dinner? He moved to check his phone, and Porter spoke up.
"Don't bother," he groused. "The reception out here was terrible. It was working fine an hour ago and now I can't get anything."
"You can't dial out?" Ricky asked.
"No. It's fucked," Porter said, sourly, and threw his briefcase into his passenger seat as he stepped in. His brown sedan was crusted with the dust of the farm roads. "Were you calling to get picked up? I could give you a lift." His voice was eager to shmooze.
"No," Ricky said. "I just have to go down the road. I'll walk."
And so, when Porter didn't press the issue, that's just what Ricky did, setting off down the road toward the Salem property, checking his cell phone to verify what Porter had said. Sure enough, he had no internet, no reception bars, no nothing. It occurred to him that his phone had been working fairly well in the car, just a fifteen minute drive away. Could cell coverage areas really fall off so quickly? He turned and watched the overgrown, abandoned fields of the Klein farm, overtaken by timothy and alfalfa, as they blew in the breeze. Beyond, the long chicken houses were peeling and dilapidated.
"Fucking weird," he said to himself, and continued walking down the road. After perhaps four minutes of walking, he came upon a rail fence and followed it, wondering if he might catch a glimpse of the two girls who had been watching him. He thought again about the sense of arousal he'd felt at being watched by them, even from a distance.
Calm down, horndog , he thought. You're here to close the deal; plowing and planting a couple of hot young farmgirls will probably result in you being run off the property on the end a shotgun. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, enjoyed the country air - closer to the Salem Dairy, the smell of cow shit was seeming to fall away and be replaced by sweetness. For a moment his loins were calm.
But then, when he opened his eyes, he looked up and there they were . Two stunning blondes with their hair in old-fashioned braided hairstyles, wearing dresses straight out of a 19th century orchard. Lace-up bodices, blue floral patterns, white waistcoat, ankle-length skirts. The only thing missing was a couple of wicker baskets filled with flowers or apples. They were so young, too - he guessed they must be only eighteen years or age, or near that - and looked close to identical.
"Hello," the twin on the right said. She was holding something on a plate - a silver tin. Without even seeing it closely, Ricky could smell it on the air… a pie that smelled like heaven. His stomach joined his balls in quivering, and for a moment, hunger fought evenly with horniness for control of his mind.
"Hello," he returned, and he stepped close to the fence and approached them. He found it increasingly difficult to keep calm. Approaching to within ten feet had revealed not one imperfection in their skin; plus their tits were huge . If he were to take scissors and snip the leather laces on their bodices, those big, round hugs would just explode outward, he could tell. God, they were even more gifted than his assistant Leah "Do you two live on this farm?"
"Yes," they said in unison, their voices a chorus. Then, they giggled, before the rightmost twin held up her pie and looked at him expectantly. "Do you want a piece of pie, mister?" she asked.
"It's piping fresh," said the other. "Only just cooled long enough now to take a bite!"
Ricky blinked. "W-well, I wouldn't want to spoil dinner - since we're-"
"Oh don't worry about that," the rightmost twin said. "Momma won't mind! And we've been dying to meet you!" She tipped him a wink that seemed unexpectedly licentious, and held the pie out toward him.
Feeling a little absurd, lacking utensils or a plate, Ricky reached toward it and dug his fingers into exquisite warmness, revealing a cream filling that was smooth and silky. He gathered what he could - the lotion-like cream was thick enough not to spill everywhere as he broke off some crust - and brought it to his mouth, taking a bite.
It was like heaven . He hadn't understood how a small-scale 'artisanal' dairy farm could even operate outside of a major city with rich people around to buy high-end goods, but now he got it. These pies were better than anything he'd ever tasted. And not only delicious, but invigorating! He felt something like a sugar rush as he swallowed, a tingling from the top of his head all the way to his balls. His cock was instantly hard and straining against his jeans.
God, it's like taking really good drugs!
"Hol-eee shit," he said, wiping his mouth, and the girls looked at each other and giggled. "That was… I mean, if the rest of dinner is that good, I might forget all about this property deal and just hire you all for my restaurant! You're amazing!"
More giggles. Almost without realizing it he was pressed flush against the fence, and they against the other side of it, the distance growing more intimate. "It's an old family recipe," said the twin with the milkmaid braids.
Ricky smiled and realized he could see directly down into her cleavage, those big, pale complexioned, heavy knockers. God they were huge! His cock rubbed against the fence rail and he coughed nervously. "It gave me a hell of rush," he admitted. "How much sugar is in there?"
The two sisters looked at each other and smiled before turning back to him. "No sugar," said milkmaid-braids.
"No way." He couldn't believe it. The sweetness had been exquisite.
"No sugar," confirmed french braid, wearing an identical expression of… what? Curiosity? Or was it something more? As he contemplated this, he felt something rub against his cock through his pants, and gasped. Looking downward he saw the two girls reaching through the fence in tandem - one hand each - to massage the protruding bulge his cock had made in his pants.
"W-wait!" he said, swallowing thickly. "I'm only here to-"
The rightmost girl put a hand behind his neck and drew him in, kissing him. Her lips were soft, her large breasts bulged against his chest hard enough for him to feel her heartbeat. She was faster and stronger than he'd expected; at first, he couldn't pull away, and after a moment, he didn't want to. Making out with a hot farmgirl with huge tits, having his cock rubbed, tasing that delicious pie on her lips… he didn't want to fight it. And a few moments showed him that this was no chaste and inexperienced country girl. She was a great kisser, and uninhibited, too, sucking his tongue, letting him explore her mouth.
Ricky felt a powerful sense of exhilaration. As an attractive male with money, he was used to women throwing themselves at him, and he tried not to let sex interfere with business, even despite his perpetual horniness and love of amazing breasts. But this was different. That bite of pie had seemed to set his libido into overdrive, and these girls weren't like the city skanks who so often hunted artlessly for his attention. These were gorgeous, blonde, old-fashioned country girls, barely out of their teens… and with two pairs of huge tits nearly bursting out of the front of their vintage dresses!
He couldn't resist. "I… don't even know your names!" he mumbled, barely able to get the words out in between kisses. They told him they were Luna and Circe, and they knew he was Mister Ricky Starks, who'd come to buy their farm, not stopping their attentions to talk, just barreling forward. He gasped as Circe started sucking on his tongue again and Luna unzipped his jeans.
"Your male member is so huge!" she moaned, her hot breath bathing his jutting shaft, which rose in a gentle scimitar curve up from his crotch, more than a foot long. His cockhead was engorged and pink, throbbing, the bell-end looming enormous next to the face of the young girl who had produced it. In fact, Ricky felt bigger and harder than he'd ever been in his life. It was as if someone had given him a direct shot of aphrodisiac! "Shall I service it with my mouth, and consume your man-seed?" The strange and anachronistic way that Luna talked did absolutely nothing to diminish the prospect of receiving oral sex from her; if anything, it was cute.
Meanwhile, Circe was running her hands through his luxurious hair, and pulled his head forward to bury it in her breasts, unfastening her bodice to let her jugs hang free. "Do you like my tits?" she seethed. "Do you want to squeeze them? Suck them? Fuck them?"
"Fuck yes," Ricky breathed. He was no fool. His hands went forward and buried themselves in bouncy boobflesh that had marshmallow softness unlike anything else. Her nipples were stretched porous circles on the front faces of two pillowy mountains. So full, so heavy, they poured over his palms as he groped, squeezed, and pressed them together before burying his face in them again. It did not occur to him that he was standing ramrod straight, with Luna jerking his shaft with one milking hand and Circe offering up her massive mammaries for him to play with.
When he had walked up to them at the fence, he had been a head taller than each. Now, Circe's breasts were at face-level, requiring barely a dip of the neck to enjoy. Yet this strange dissonance of proportion was lost on him, he was two busy taking a fat nipple between his teeth and nibbling on it, pressing his facial features into her bounty, sucking, kissing, and biting, drawing moans.
"Yes! Circe gasped, shoving his face harder into her chest. "Suck them! Slap them! You can do whatever you want! Imagine what it would be like to shove your fucking huge cock between them!"
"Nnngh!" Ricky grunted, and he felt a wetness as Luna's handjob picked up speed and she sat on one hip beneath him, craning her neck up to lick and suck at his ballsack, pursing her lips against first one testicle, then the other, making lewd kissing noises and stretching his scrotum out with her suction. Her tongue pressed in the furrow between his nuts, then it was back to sucking, he could feel her almost fellating his balls, switching between and slurping them, as if priming them, getting them ready-
"Shit, if… I mean, dinner… if you keep- oh fuck! I only came here… to... " Ricky grunted into Circe's cleavage. Things had quickly gotten out of hand, and though he was enjoying himself, it was a little alarming that he seemed powerless to stop it. He felt an orgasm building with such urgency it was almost a new sensation! And when Luna pursed her lips against his cocktip, kissed it, and then opened wide to take his whole length in her throat in one amazing, steady forward motion, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
God, he could feel her nose tickling his pubic hairs! He could feel her tongue in the cleft of his balls! This gorgeous, blonde, big-titted farm girl had swallowed every inch of his meat in one motion… while her twin sister was letting him suck and grope her huge tits! The last thing he saw, before he squinted his eyes to cry out with utter pleasure, was Circe's pie tin, laying on the grass, crust indented with the shape of his finger-sized sample.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Ricky groaned. He shuddered in Circe's grasp, every muscle of his athletic body tensing. And he felt something he'd never felt before, any of the thousands of times he'd cum in his life. Instead of coming in spurts and twitches, his orgasm built into a crescendo of pleasure, centered on his cock… and sustained . He grunted desperately as a stream of semen blew out of the end of his prick and straight down Luna's throat, so copious and unbroken that it was almost like he was pissing.
What is this, oh my god. Oh my god, oh fuck, what is this? What is this?!
He had no answers. His big, heavy nuts, each one seemingly swollen to the size of a fist, were twitching constantly. Luna was drawing it out of him with the tight spasming of her throat, and with each passing moment, Ricky thought it would end, that it couldn't possibly go on any longer, that his body couldn't store or produce so much cum. But he just kept blasting it into her, in a stream so thick and heavy that it stung his pisshole to dilate so wide. After five seconds he expected it would end. Then after ten.
But, after fifteen seconds of powerful, constant ejaculation, he was still going. Soon, cum sprayed from the corners of Luna's mouth and down her chin, and she had no choice but to tumble backward onto the grass, Ricky's cock dislodging from her throat with a wet, sloppy noise. She immediately moved into position to take his spurting cum stream on her face and tits, and Circe joined her, opening her mouth, presenting her massive boobs, pressing cheek to cheek with her sister and extending her tongue.
"Uooonnngh…" Ricky groaned. Without Circe's support he slumped back against the rail fence, his cock extended horizontally from his crotch and erupting all over them. Instinctively he reached down to the base of his shaft to aim it. There was no mistaking it now - it was harder and more swollen than usual, and seemed a little bigger, too. And as for the amount of cum, he had absolutely no explanation. He only knew it felt unlike anything he'd ever felt before!
He took aim at Circe's face and absolutely plastered it with a constant stream of thick, virile cum, spraying on her until her features were unrecognizable - until, indeed, it looked like she's been hit in the face with one of her own delicious cream pies. He watched as his chunky, gooey jizz slid down her face, around her moaning mouth, and slid into her cleavage. He kept aiming and sprayed all over her massive tits, too, leaving them slick and coated with curds of his cream. Then, he turned to Luna, whose mouth was already full, and did the same to her. Only while he was aiming at her equally-massive breasts did his constant stream of semen start to turn into fat, glistening slurts and ropes, decreasing in frequency and length. All in all, he had cum for nearly thirty seconds straight, producing an amount that seemed dozens - hundreds - of times greater than his usual load.
"W-what… the fuck…" Ricky gasped, and he nearly slid down into the grass by the fence. His cock was burning hot, throbbing, and still leaking a slow drip of jizz into the soil. "That was… was…"
Was what? He had no words. He watched as Luna and Circe, sitting on the grass, embraced each other and began to kiss. Circe found a long, stringy strand of sperm and sucked it into her mouth like a pasta noodle, with Luna sucking up the other end, both consuming it until their lips met in the middle and they started to tongue-fuck each other, obviously no strangers sister-on-sister contact. Their creamy, cum-soaked breasts bulged against each other in glistening, oil-slick spheres, the nipples jousting, poking into each other, bringing out more pleasure.
What the fuck just happened , Ricky thought to himself. God, I feel like I blew my soul out of the end of my dick. I've never cum like that in my life.
"Don't worry," Circe said, and he was startled to hear her speak as if she'd sensed his exact thoughts.
"Yes, don't lose one second to fretting," Luna added. "We only wished to see if you would be a proper buyer for the dairy."
"Mother would be pissed if you weren't a good fit," Circe said.
"Yes, mother is quite particular," Luna replied. They were falling into a speaking rhythm, one modern in tone, one old fashioned and reserved, and seemed utterly unbothered - never mind that they had just taken their prospective buyer's huge load on their faces and tits. They rose up, straightening their skirts (as they did do, the sight of their udder-like tits, heavy and bulging and hanging, was something to behold) and approached him again.
"Dinner will be ready soon," Circe said.
"We must wash up," Luna added. "We can't very well entertain guests while covered in man-seed."
Ricky rubbed the back of his neck. His cock was still hanging out of his pants, half-hard, and even in that state it looked larger than ever. "Uh… are you sure were shouldn't talk about-"
They giggled together then, looking at each other as if to say oh, this silly man, and then looked back at him. "Don't be late," Circe said, looking Ricky eye-to-eye. She then stooped to pick up her pie-tin. Amazingly, then turned without a further word to him, and he could hear them talking to each other as they strode away across the meadow, taking a shortcut to the main house.
"You always call it man-seed! Call it cum!"
"I won't speak as vulgarly as you, sister!"
"Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to get guys down here if you…"
Their argument became obscured behind the wind, and Ricky, after a moment, collected himself, which included stuffing his cock - which was still throbbing with a warm sort of sated pleasure even while soft - back into his jeans.
He watched them a while longer, thinking about what had happened. Thinking about how to act at dinner. Wondering if he shouldn't just turn around and leave. And, thinking about how Circe had looked him right in the face and told him not to be late.
"When I got here… I swear they were both a head shorter than me," he said to himself. He stepped back over the rail fence. "But just then… we were nose to nose."
Maybe she was standing on a bump in the soil , he thought. He looked at his phone. No signal - no cell, no 5G internet, no nothing. He took his jacket off, shouldered it, ran his hand through his hair, and started to walk toward the house. He had an unsettled feeling about dinner - he had stumbled onto a very strange family of dairy owners, that much was sure. Any other time he might have turned around, followed the gut instincts that had served him well as a trader and entrepreneur. But… he wanted to see those girls again. He couldn't help it. And failing to secure the Salen Artisanal Dairy would make all his other farm acquisitions meaningless - it was right in the middle of the land he wanted to consolidate.
Nothing to do but move forward. He swallowed nervously, and for a second, detected the briefest taste of that delicious pie.
The main house on the Salem property was a true homestead with a large housebarn attached in back, a throwback to the old North American carpenter gothic styles that built out of wood what would have been stone in centuries past. It had a front porch, inviting Ricky to stand and rest after walking up the furrowed dirt road that led into the property. The curtained windows were less generous and gave no indication of what might be going on inside.
Still with his jacket over his shoulder, he took a deep breath and extended his arm to knock, producing a light sound on the outside screen door. Almost instantly, the interior door, made of stout wood, jostled and opened.
Ricky did not get word one of greeting out of his mouth before his tongue tangled. The woman opening the door, he had no doubt, was mother to Luna and Circe, the two girls who had accosted and essentially seduced him on the way to the property. She was tall - there was no mistaking that, this time, and her blue eyes had an intensity where the girls had had curiosity. Like them, she wore a rather old-fashioned dress… but there was no hiding the shape of the body beneath it. A tarp would have been insufficient to the task, let alone a dress - for Miss Elphaba "Ella" Topsfield had the largest pair of breasts that Ricky had ever seen.
And he had seen a lot. Back in civilization, his money and genetic luck had afforded him all manner of opportunities for debauchery; attractive women seemed to gravitate toward him, and once they saw the size of his prodigious, twelve-inch meat, it became like a badge of honor to try to tame it. He always left them worn out and covered in cum, sometimes a half-dozen at a time if a fashion show, strip club, or gaggle of stewardesses had been in his path that evening.
As a result, he'd seen tits of all types, including a few pairs that seemed almost excessive. Luna and Circe's breasts had been close to the best he'd ever encountered - shaped like massive fake balloons but soft and bouncy and perfect to bury his face in.
Elphaba Topsfield's tits were bigger. By a cup size at least, maybe two. Her dress was a white and red dirndl , the traditional german sort you'd see at Oktoberfest, and the lace-up top was absolutely straining with the sheer size and volume of her tits, which showed a bottomless canyon of cleavage. The low bustline nearly allowed her enormous, raised nipples to be visible - Ricky felt like he could see the corner of each one. Similar to her daughters, they were round enough to look fake - but Ricky couldn't imagine an old-fashioned farm mother like this would ever get enhancement surgery.
Beyond that, she had sharp cheekbones and flawless skin, slightly dark in complexion than the girls. Her hair was a flaxen blonde. Her dress sleeves ran only to the mid-bicep, he could see that her body was hyper-fit and sculpted from farmwork - same with the calf muscles that led down to her simple heeled shoes.
For a moment, they stared at each other. Then, it was she who broke the ice. "You must be the man my daughters have told me about," she said, and her voice was seductive and competent.
Oh shit, I've been staring at her tits the whole time , Ricky thought.
"Yes ma'am," he said. He stepped over the threshold and into the ground floor as she moved to the side to invite him in. The interior was cozy, with the kitchen and dining area obviously being the most important room of the house. A wooden table was already full of food, and the wonderful smells of steak, potatoes, and that heavenly pie all combined to make Ricky's toes curl.
Even if they refuse my offer, I get to eat an amazing meal and stare at some massive tits , good deal.
"Why don't you sit down with us for dinner," Ella instructed, and in her voice it seemed more of an order that brooked no rebellion. The girls were also present, reading books by the crackling fireplace, and at his arrival, they rose and walked over to the table. Ricky noted that their dresses had been cleaned and his cum was nowhere to be seen on their bodies. They winked at him and smiled as they sat down. Ricky moved to follow, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tablet, perhaps an iPad, laying on a credenza near the sofa opposite the fireplace.
"Thanks so much for inviting me, ma'am. I wonder, do you have an internet connection here?" Ricky asked. He produced his phone. "I just need to check in with my assistant-"
"I'm afraid it's not working at the moment," Ella replied, giving no further explanation. "Are you in such a hurry to arrange your departure?"
"Oh, no. Not before we've discussed-"
"Then please, sit down and join us. You are taking your measure of us, we must take our measure of you," Ella said. She sat down herself at the head of the table, and Ricky watched as her monster tits bulged and balanced against the table's edge, causing her flesh to indent against the wood. He felt his cock twitch in the first stages of erection-summoning. He averted his eyes for the moment, and they fell instead on a large pitcher of milk, just within reach. Obviously fresh out of the refrigerator, still sweating, looking particularly refreshing and delicious. And was there a sweet scent emanating from it, mixing with the delicious waft of meat and seasoned spuds?
Ricky licked his lips.
"Please," Ella said. "Have some. Drink your fill. You'll see why this farm is a worthy home for you."
"Oh!" Ricky said, and reached out for the pitcher. "Well, I don't know if my assistant has fully discussed it with you, but, I don't intend to live here. In fact, if you're amenable to it, you could stay on the land and operate it with me as owner, provided you're willing to make a couple changes to more easily consolidate with the other properties."
Ella and her girls said nothing. The cool, creamy milk splashed down into Ricky's tall glass. He raised it to his lips. And once he started on the first invigorating mouthful, it was impossible to stop. He drank gluttonously, even developing a 'milk moustache' like in the old ad campaigns. It was just so delicious , with a subtle sweetness that was like a lesser version of the pie he'd sampled. Only when the vessel was drained and he could see their bemused faces through the milk-smeared glass did he stop. His belly felt full and nourished and good, surging with energy.
"I have to tell you, Miss Topsfield," he marveled. "This milk. It's amazing. It's the best I've ever tasted."
Ella smiled across the table. "It's because of our secret ingredient - something you'll find at this farm. Perhaps, if our dinner bears fruit, we can show you our methods."
"That would be great," Ricky said, and they all started to dig into their food. The steak was tender and the potatoes sublime, but Ricky only picked at his food; his attempts to discuss the sale of the farm were all met with non-committal remarks by Ella and the girls. It was almost like they didn't even want to discuss the details of a sale. He asked for a second glass of milk and then a third. The creamy beverage was giving him a feeling of satiety that the steak and potatoes could not. Once the pitcher was drained, Ricky realized that the more milk he drank, the thirstier for it he seemed to get.
He opened his mouth to ask for more, but before he could even get the question out, Ella gestured to her daughter Luna, and the younger blonde walked to the refrigerator and returned with another towering pitcher. He thanked them and tried again to talk about buying the farm in vain. But over time, he talked less and drank more, refilling his glass again and again. He was ravenous for it, and as he drank he saw them all looking at him with satisfaction that bordered on… lust?
His eighth tall glass emptied the second pitcher. Now, the meal had something of an orgiastic feel, with eating to excess being purpose. But god, his cock was rock hard, stretching his pants to the breaking point. He tried to make small talk and reached down to unbutton his fly, letting it burst out and nearly strike the underside of the table. He was as horny as he'd ever been. He thought little about the sale, and now only wanted to bed and breed every one of the gorgeous, big-breasted women who were leering at him.
"I'm sorry," he said, gesturing toward the empty pitcher. "It's just so good, I drank way too much." And , he mentally added, please don't' ask me to get up from the table, because I have the biggest erection you'll ever see .
"Do you want more?" Ella asked. Ricky almost blushed, and admitted that he did. Ella gestured again, to Circe this time, and the beautiful blonde rose from her seat. Yet, instead of moving to the refrigerator to replace the pitcher again, Circe walked to his position, stood next to him, and obediently opened her bodice to let her breasts fall free.
"Whoa!" Ricky said, looking at mother and sister for the reaction his mind expected - surprise, shock, and worry at the scandalous display. But he saw none of that. They only smiled hungrily at him. He shrank back a little in his chair, not sure what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but it was so far removed from acceptable behavior that he still resisted.
"Mother wants you to suck my breasts," Circe said, looking lustful. "She's giving me, her, daughter, to you, to suck as much as you like." She nibbled her bottom lip. "It would be rude to refuse." She slid onto his lap and pressed her breast against his lips, the wide and quivering nipple mashing against his teeth. In that moment, Ricky tasted the first droplets of milk and realized that he had been drinking not milk from cows, but the pure breast milk of all of these three women! The taste was unmistakable!
He sucked as hard as he could, not holding back, and felt his mouth instantly fill with the creamy and delicious fluid. He drew it out roughly from Circe's breast, pressing his features into her flesh as if imprinting them, while she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ricky heard the rough sounds of chairs being pushed back on the hardwood and didn't care. Footfalls crossed the room as he drank as much as he could from Circe, groping her tits as he did so, running his hands over her waist and lifting her skirt to slide underneath and cup her ass, which was sculpted and athletic beyond his expectations, each cheek bubbly and more than a handful. Her weight on him seemed to be growing, and he had a strange sensation - that of shrinking in stature.
Or perhaps Circe was growing.
He pulled his mouth off and looked up. Ella and Luna had joined them, flanking him on either side of his chair. There could be no doubt about it now, they were taller. They stripped their dresses off, unfastening the bodices and letting the shoulders slide off and fall to the ground, revealing two absolutely perfect amazonian forms. Luna was at least six feet tall… and Ella, the mother, topped her at at least six foot six. They were both gorgeously sculpted. Swan-like necks gave way to shapely shoulders which gave way to massive, bulging spherical tits that wobbled and bounced on midsections that showed lean muscle just beneath the skin, and abs below that. He could see alluring striations in their thighs and calves and biceps, their lips were puffier, their fingernails had grown out in enameled symmetry that could have come from the nearest salon. The women had had nice asses before, but now, their buttocks bubbled out like pairs of basketballs. Their pussies were shaved and their puffy outer labia curved enticingly above their wet slits.
Ricky had never seen bodies like these. Even the most airbrushed and idealized fitness and Instagram models, taking lewd shots from perfect angles and editing them in Photoshop, didn't look this good. They looked like total fuck machines! And as he moved his hands from Circe's breasts down midsection and so her hips, her could feel the supple and graceful muscle there, the individual ridge of each of her ribs, the tight cut where her hip gave way to her iliac, and the explosive outward curve to the rear where her bubble butt began.
"What… is this?" he breathed, speaking only with difficulty through the breasts rubbing in his face. Ella walked toward the chair and raised one shapely and long-toed foot to tip it over. Ricky tumbled onto his back with a crash, Circe still straddling his chest, and he looked up past her to see the other two looking down on him hungrily. His cock, formerly hidden by the tablecloth, was not jutting straight up in the air… and it felt bigger and more swollen than ever. The women looked at his member and seemed to nod with approval amongst each other, ignoring him totally.
"Yes," Ella said, sticking out one sculpted leg and rubbing her toes on his shaft. "This one will do nicely." Ricky hissed, bit his lip in pleasure, and grunted as a hot geyser of sperm blew out of the end of his cock, nearly to the ceiling, and splattered down around them before subsiding - all from just the touch of her toes. He milk… it had to be the milk! He'd never felt to horny, so pent up!
He didn't even have time to think before Ella swooped down on him, showing more purpose and power than either of her daughters, moving Circe aside. She straddled his chest and he could feel the heat from her wet pussy. He could see the sweat dappled in her abdominal crevices, and he could smell her scent. She was strong and heavy and looking at him like a predator. But most imposing were her tits. Those massive globes! At least an H-cup. Bigger. Letters of the alphabet he'd never considered. Hanging like two wrecking balls from her chest and sporting two raised, stretched, suckable, chewable, mouth-stuffing, milk-leaking areolas with nipples poking outward at least an inch, the nibs thicker than his thumb.
"My daughters and I need your big, monster cock," Ella purred. "And your huge loads." Luna and Circe knelt on either side of him, and then Ella began to lean forward. "They need a new father who will treat them as a man should… a father with a strong enough spirit for the rigors of that duty."
"Wait," Ricky blurted, eyes darting around. Her breasts closed in on his face. Luna and Circe were sitting on his arms, pussies on his wrists, god, so wet and hot. "Wait. Wait!"
Ella's smile didn't flinch as she buried his face in her huge breasts. Ricky's eyes were covered. His breathing muffled. She held him ten seconds, twenty, thirty. He was breathing too hard to conserve his wind, hyperventilating with arousal and fear, suffocated by those massive tits!
His vision swam, then darkened.
Consciousness returned not with light, but sound. Rhythmic sounds that he recognized even in the shadowy depths, as if dreaming. Thrusting. Flesh slapping flesh. Moans and exhalations of breath with each thrust.
Ricky felt a strange tension on his arms and legs and his eyes fluttered open. His arms were raised above his head, he tried to move them and could not - he was fastened at the wrist. He felt air on his body and realized he was naked. He swallowed, tasting sweat that had beaded on his upper lip, and opened his eyes.
Dimly, unfocused at first, he saw the shape of a massive animal in sexual congress with a human woman. His vision cleared as he blinked, revealing more details. It was Luna, the one with the french braids, bent at the waist over a hay bale, her hard, muscled thighs and bubble ass-cheeks bouncing as a monstrous horse cock pounded in and out of her pussy. The beast was enormous, a spotted grey percheron with its mane decorated with tassels that seemed talismanic, almost wiccan. It was the most majestic horse Ricky had ever seen. Its penis was a leathery black, and had to be nearly two feet long, and as thick as his arm - and disappearing nearly all the way into Luna's pussy as she moaned with arousal!
He felt his cock twitch and looked down. He didn't have to look far. His penis - long, smooth, powerful, was extending up from his crotch in a gentle banana curve. At first, he didn't recognize it. It was larger than he remembered; seeming almost thirteen or fourteen inches long when before he'd been blessed to have twelve inches. It was thicker, the throbbing tip larger, and his testicle… god, they felt like two anvils, they were so heavy with cum. He could almost feel his scrotal skin stretching under the weight of his balls. Hell, he could feel the fat, churning orbs laying against his muscled thighs.
Where am I? Where are the other two?
Good questions. Important questions. He looked up and saw that his hands were in wall-mounted manaces, stoutly welded into a metal crossbar which in turn was bolted to the lumber. He was on a slightly raised platform above the dirt and hay of the barn floor, with wooden boards under his feet, which were likewise secured shoulder width apart. His body was slick with sweat, making each cut, chiseled muscle stand out. Perspiration ran in the channels separating his abs, between his pecs, in between the furrow of his balls. He was dripping with it.
Luna cried out. Ricky watched as the horse snuffled and whinnied, thrusting in irregular fashion, and there was a bubbling, sloppy noise as the beast blasted what seemed like a gallon of thick sperm into her pussy, so much that it immediately started pouring back out around the thick plug of his cockbase, pouring down the side of the hay bale. Spluuuuoooort. Slllllrk. Splllllrt. He could hear the nasty sounds of her womb being hosed with animal jizz. In any other scenario he would have feared for the safety of the woman beneath, but even from his vantage he could see that Luna's powerful, fit body was up to the task of receiving the horse's aggression.
"So you're awake."
He recognized the voice instantly. Ella, the matron of this strange group of kidnappers. He turned his head and saw her approach from a door in the back wall, coming from behind him. She was totally naked, sweating in the warm, sex-scented air of the stables just like he was. Circe was at her side, beaming with curiosity and anticipation. They stepped up onto the platform with him. There could no longer be any doubt that they were not normal human beings, not with those physiques. Massive jugs, huge spherical bubble butts, hard abs, thighs, shoulders, biceps.
"I'm sorry," Circe said, the corner of her mouth turning up in a smirk. "I had meant to bring you into the fold more… gradually. But the way you grabbed at my breasts… I became a victim of my own appetites." She looked over to where Luna was slowly crawling off of the hay bale. "Were you watching my daughter as she serviced Pesmerga?"
"It's not too late to let me go," Ricky said. It came out in a croak because of his dry throat. "Let me go and I won't tell anyone what you're doing here. We'll forget about the sale. I'll just leave you be." He swallowed thickly, eyes desperate as he stared Ella down. But she only considered him for a moment and turned toward Luna's place of recovery.
"My daughters and I keep a dozen horses and bulls, and we suck and fuck them every day," she said. "Yet mighty as Pesmerga is, he is a beast, and not ensouled. His semen is not enough to sustain us." She reached down to take hold of Ricky's throbbing penis and smiled, licking her lips. "But you are a human man. A man with a soul, and great vitality. You can give us what we have lacked since my husband died."
Ricky scoffed. "A soul ? So what, you want my soul? Are you crazy? This is kidnapping."
"Not all at once," Ella said, stroking his cock firmly with her graceful hand. She towered over him by nearly a foot; her huge tits were on either side of his face as they conversed. He could smell her sweat, and the sperm she'd rubbed into her skin, and the sweetness of her breast milk. "But we are farmers. My daughters and I. Cultivators of souls. I am a succubus, who has dwelled in this place for generations; each of my daughters are half-succubus. And as other farmers tend to crops, we shall tend to you. And whether you thrive, or wither - that is up to you."
"This is crazy," Ricky repeated. "This is America, the year 2021. There's no such thing as a succubus. Whatever's going on with you-"
"Hey!" Circe piped up. Lana, fresh from her horse-fuck, had wandered over to join the quorum as well. "Don't waste my mom's time! She's trying to tell you what you're gonna have to do! You have a real good chance to be better than those others!"
"Others?"
Miss Klein had her husband declared legally dead just three weeks ago.
Six owners in fifteen years.