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Your Biggest Mistake (T-Dick Version)

@fawnduu has been weening us off cow Abbi images and my health is returning. haha nevermind a bunch of finished sketches just dropped on Patreon. astute followers may notice this grew from 3 to 5 chapters. don't worry about it! much like fusion power is always 30 years away, I will always have only a couple more chapters before my anthology is complete. in this chapter we discover Ty, the runaway bull who smokes cigarettes, has apparently eaten a vocabulary-defining peach in her travels

Only Yours - Chapter 3 of 5 (AO3)

Ty was leanin’ up against the pasture fence, enjoying a smoke after a long morning taking care of every girl on the ranch, admiring the clouds and tryin’ her best not to remember what any of the shapes reminded her of – when cute little Daisy-Belle strolled on up to place her hands on Ty’s chest and say hello with a savoring little kiss of Ty’s neck, standing up on her toes just to reach.

Ty glanced across the pasture at the other bulls to try to measure up exactly how much trouble this was going to be. A lot, it looked, from the glares all full of knives.

Ty looked little Daisy-Belle in the eye and stroked her cheek with her thumb while she scolded her with a grin: “Daisy, you know you’re not s’posed to be hangin’ off me today. I warmed you up plenty. Go on and be with your bull.”

Daisy shook her head, then took Ty’s hand to place it on her own cheek. “I want you.”

Ty’s mind swelled with satisfaction hearing the magic spell of those words. But she did her best to ignore all that. Maybe she’d manage to stay out of trouble for once.

“Awful flattering,” Ty said, “but you best be saving all that want for after you’re calved up for the ranch, missy.” Ty leaned in to place a teasing kiss on just Daisy’s lower lip, then nuzzled her own cheek into Daisy’s and whispered in the hungry girl's ear, “I’ll be waitin’.”

Daisy-Belle sulked about it for just a moment before she decided she knew better and took Ty’s wrist to guide Ty’s fingertips to her downy bush and beg, “Please. No one’s ever touched me like you. You’re so good.”

Ty’s mind got stupid and hungry herself hearing those words.

Her fingertips traced thoughtful little circles around the girl’s pubic mound for a few breaths. Then she let a single one slip down to caress the silk of the girl’s pussy lips. As Daisy-Belle’s lips parted for Ty’s curious caress, Ty found just a few drops of lingering excitement slickening little Miss Daisy-Belle’s hole. That bull really had done nothing for her, even after Ty had her all warmed up and ready to go for him.

Ty asked, low and dark, “And what exactly am I so very good at, Miss Daisy-Belle?”

She clutched at Ty’s back so she could press her cheek into Ty’s chest while she spoke: “You’re so hot.”

“All the bulls are hot,” Ty replied, teasing.

“You’re so sweet.”

“That all you want? Sweetness?” Ty retreated her hand up to Daisy-Belle’s navel when she said that, to show her what she was throwing away being so chaste and shy. “You want sweet, go talk to that rancher’s daughter. Girl’s sweet as peaches.”

Daisy-Belle grabbed Ty’s wrist and forced her hand right back down, then she finally had the sense to be honest: “You touch me places I didn’t know I needed before you. —I need you, Ty. There’s no one else who can do me like you. Please,” she begged, grinding her sweet, needy little clit into Ty’s fingers. “Do me right.”

And how could Ty possibly say no to satisfying such a sweet, needy little clit? Especially when the girl had so much reverence in her voice and her eyes for what Ty could do for her – and so shamelessly right there in front of the bull she was meant for, no less.

Ty kept her eyes on the boys – wearing a mean grin the whole time – while she serviced Daisy-Belle to release after release in her hands.

When Ty sent her on her way – legs shaky, breath stuttery, eyes glazed over with mind-blanking pleasure – she made sure to slap the girl’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint of a message there for her bull: Step up or step aside.

She left a few hickeys on the breasts of the next girl who queued up.

She bit the shoulder of another, leaving a pretty bruise behind.

Another got a few deep nail marks in her hips while she was crushing Ty’s head with her thighs and thrashing wildly on Ty’s tongue.

By the end of the first week, every cow on the ranch had developed a taste for Ty. By the end of the first moon, all that good taste had turned into a hunger, and there wasn’t a single cow on the ranch who wasn’t gleefully marked as Ty’s for the bulls to see and rage over.

They shoved Ty around for it. Threatened her. Choked her and spat at her and planted a few punches in her gut to soften her up a bit. But for all that posturing, Ty was untouchable, and they knew it. The rancher picked her special, and every one of them knew that goring up the rancher’s favorite new bull was a shortcut to an early retirement.

Good sense only lasted so long with bulls, though. Ty loved ridin’ the edge of it, teasing their rage out, making them helpless and pathetic and needy as they left all their unfaithful cows to be.

The end of good sense was comin’ soon, but there was still one girl on the ranch Ty needed to put her mark on:

That forbidden sweet-as-peaches rancher’s daughter.

Ranchers’ daughters were trouble, though. Ranchers’ daughters were even more trouble than a whole pack of jealous bulls glaring at her with violence in their eyes every time she wandered out onto the pasture. Ranchers’ daughters were even more trouble because they made it so damn hard to convince herself to run off whenever those bulls got all that violence in their eyes.

And this one? This one was damn special. This one might even be worth fightin’ off a whole pack of bulls just to stick around for.

It all started out innocent enough. A little flirting. A little teasing Abbi’s tongue with her fingers. The day Ty gave the needy girl’s clit a single stroke under her dress, she could swear her ears twitched with joy, just like her cows.

Abbi was always wet for Ty. Always ready for Ty. And always desperate for Ty’s touch – like any of the girls.

But there was something special about this one. She didn’t just want to be serviced. She wanted to serve in a way none of the other girls did.

Ty had always been content to stroke herself off in the shadow of the barn while no one was looking – after working herself up workin’ on the cows all day. But one day she found Abbi looking, and all it took was drawing back the sheath of her thick, throbbing clit, and spreading her lips wide for Abbi with a grin to show off the oasis of juices waiting for her. The girl was on her knees in reverent prayer in the grass with her tongue out for a taste of Ty’s salvation.

She took a little coaching. Clearly she’d never done anything like it before but in her best dreams. But damn did she take to coaching well.

“Shit Abbi…” Ty couldn’t help gasping. Her fingers were tangled in Abbi’s hair, holding her head still while she slowly fucked her clit into the ranch’s precious prized daughter’s mouth. “Tighten up that mouth for me. —That’s right… Sssh-it… Good girl…”

Ty couldn’t take her eyes off Abbi’s pretty blue irises – lookin’ up at Ty unwaveringly as they were – with so much adoration in them it was embarrassing. The girl’s cheeks were flushed red with excitement and effort. And she was workin’ her fingers into her own heat – with that pretty dress of hers hiked all the way up to her hips for anyone to see – so hard that she was building up a little sheen of sweat that Ty was aching to lick off every inch of her body.

Later.

Right now, Ty had a whole morning of pent-up need in her cock that needed to get sorted out – and fuck if that rancher’s daughter wasn’t so very good at sorting her need out.

Ty’s insides clenched desperately when she came for the girl – and Abbi didn’t even take a breath before her tongue immediately fell to lap up the streaming rush of hot cum she was milking out of Ty’s hole.

But this rancher’s daughter wasn’t content with one milking, it seemed.

She slipped those fingers from her own heat into Ty’s, shamelessly mixing the two of them together like Ty’d never done with a human before. And – with that strong pair of seasoned, lonely milkmaiden’s fingers pressed right up against Ty’s insides – she dove right on back into suckling Ty’s cock and dragging every rough bump and crease on her sweet, innocent tongue all along the underside of Ty’s head in a thick, steady rhythm. It felt like she was tryin’ to suck-and-tongue the fruit off a peach pit – and making Ty swear and gasp for it like a pathetic little heifer.

How the hell was such a sweet lookin’ girl like that so good at sucking off a bull?

Got to the point Ty’s knees were buckling. She had to lean forward to place her hands on Abbi’s shoulders, resting half her weight on the girl just to stay upright. Abbi seemed to notice the trouble and took the initiative to back Ty into the wall and hoist one of Ty’s thighs over her shoulder to keep Ty stable – and to prevent her from gettin’ away.

Another rush of pleasure and heat and wild bucking convulsions ran through Ty’s body. She didn’t even have words anymore. Just stuttering breaths and hums. And again, Abbi hungrily swallowed down every hot drop of what Ty was giving her, only taking a breath of pause to marvel at Ty: “You’re so big… and wet… You’re like… like a mouthful of heaven… Lord help me, I want to suck on you forever…”

Now Ty sure wasn’t any kind of heavenly Lord, but it was right then and there she decided to make that sweet breathy prayer come true: She was going to make Abbi hers. But damn it if you can’t put nails or teeth on a rancher’s daughter and live for it. What else could she do to stake her claim?

Ty was in a fiery daze imagining Abbi squealing so nice with a hot brand on her ass, when she realized the bold girl had laid her out flat on her back in the clover. Ty’s prize of a woman was sitting beside her on her knees with such a cute grin on, all full of pride in herself. The joy in her gaze spread right to Ty’s cheeks like a rash.

And still the hungry girl wasn’t done with Ty. She had Ty’s shaft grasped firmly between the knuckles of a pair of those strong milkmaiden’s fingers of hers, stroking Ty just so perfectly, every tug coaxing a long flexing thrust in the air out of her. Ty could feel her own slick juices wetting the leaves of the clover under her ass with every spasmic bucking thrust of her hips that Abbi was forcing out of her.

Abbi said something Ty couldn’t quite put together in her haze.

“What?” Ty asked, all stupid and fuzzy with pleasure.

“I’m a good cow,” Abbi eagerly insisted. “Right?”

Ty shook her head slightly and told Abbi if she was a cow, she was the best damn cow Ty’d ever got her hands on.

“You sure know how to treat a bull,” Ty said, a little more dreamy and whimsical than she ever ought to say anything. “Thought you were just a blushin’ heifer from how you took my fingers in your mouth that time. Who you been practicin’ on? I’ll have to scare ’em off.”

Abbi teasingly traced Ty’s quivering abs while she explained that Ty was so obvious she didn’t need any practice.

Then she leaned in to whisper in Ty’s ear: “—And I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. Every night. I’ve sucked you off so many times in my dreams I ought to be the best on Earth at it now.” Then Abbi boldly took Ty’s hand and guided it right to the slick heat of her shamelessly exposed nethers. She said, practically begging, “So. Ty. If I’m really the best damn cow you ever got your hands on, why don’t you put your hands on me properly? Do me right. Make me one of your girls.”

The thing about ranchers’ daughters is that they taste like nothing else.

They taste like staying when you oughta run.

The sweat salting Abbi’s neck made Ty delirious.

The wetness staining the girl’s heavy thighs and dripping down Ty’s chin was more decadent than the juice of a sun-kissed summer peach.

And unlike the dairy cows, Ty could suck on a rancher’s daughter’s tits for hours without getting chewed out for wasting milk – especially when they were as bovine as Abbi’s were. Heavy enough for two hands each, with such fat silky pink nipples that Ty couldn’t even fit either of them in her mouth all at once. She was more than a mouthful, and far more than an eyeful. Even the girls in the pasture couldn’t compare to the bounty and softness of her curves. Ty’s fingers sank into her soft skin and luxurious fat like pillows – like hot, sweet-tasting, sweat-seasoned pillows.

This girl wasn’t just a rancher’s tempting forbidden daughter.

This girl was a treasure like nothing Ty’d ever had in her hands before.

Abbi came hard and shuddering for Ty before she could even get one finger inside the girl. All it took was a long session of rollin’ her over to lick every drop of sweat off every pillowy inch of her; a few thirsty suckles of her sweet pink nipples; and a little gentle finessing of that stiff little clit of hers. She was whinin’ and moanin’ and curling herself into Ty with desperate need the whole damn time. Not even in their deepest wildest heats had any one of Ty’s girls acted like that.

“You’re so easy,” Ty said with a mean smile.

Abbi grinned right on back at Ty and – through heavy panting breaths of pure relief – told her the truth of it: “I haven’t let myself cum in… a few tormented weeks… I’ve been saving myself. For. You.”

Ty quirked an uneasy eyebrow at that. “And why would you be doing something like that, Miss Abbi?”

Abbi sat up and wrapped her hands around the back of Ty’s neck to kiss her cheek before whisperin’ in her ear: “Since I got that first taste of you on my tongue, Ty, I knew it: I’m only for you.”

Seemed Ty’d roped another girl in.

This one, though. This one was special. Dangerous. Dangerous like nothing Ty had ever touched.

More than a cruel handler’s whip.

More than a bounty hunter’s rope and rifle.

More than a whole herd of angry bulls’ horns and heels.

Stickin’ around for this one would be the biggest mistake Ty could possibly make with all that violence growing hotter and hotter in those jealous bulls’ eyes. This girl was a bear trap just waitin’ in plain sight to spring and shred Ty’s shin to blood and fractured bones – just like the last one did.

But damn if Ty didn’t want to stomp her foot down right in the middle of it all over again.

#ive been so busy I havent had time to read this yet #i have to make time tonight💦💦

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