Chapter 284: Epilogue 18 – The Boobjob Competition, cowgirls

Liam had another short pause while Isabel talked with him and gave his cock the proper amount of time to recover.

And then, after the stoppage time was over, the door opened again as the next contestant entered. Even if, in this case, the group were a special invite and wouldn’t compete for the prize.

Four figures entered in sync, their impressive tits impossible to miss. They were the cow girls, who naturally had impressive, almost unfairly huge and perfectly fuckable boobs.

Liam fucked their tits almost every morning, as he went to the cow girl ranch to drink their milk and eat their cheese for breakfast. That’s why they considered it unfair to add them to the competition.

As expected, the quartet had impressive pairs of natural, a little milk-swollen tits. But even among their impressive size, Mimosa stood apart. Her breasts were simply larger: denser, heavier than any other girl, to the point she was almost more boobs than woman.

What made her the perfect fuckbuddy for when Liam wanted something really extreme tit-wise.

All four wore matching bikinis, thin white fabric stretched tight across their chests, the tops struggling to contain the weight, deep cleavage on permanent display, the bottoms little more than strings riding high on full hips.

And looking at Liam with lustful eyes, they stopped a few paces from the throne and, without needing to be told, began to undress for him.

One by one the bikini tops came off, and Liam smiled seeing how four naked cow-girls stood before him, skin flushed, nipples already tight. And his eyes fell on Mimosa’s extreme body, which fought gravity as if it was nothing.

The quartet spoke in soft, reverent turns.

"We live for this."

"For your cock."

"For the chance to serve it with these."

Mimosa sank to her knees, eyes lowered. "Everything we are is for you, Liam."

Mimosa waited looking at Liam submissively, and she remained on her knees while the three others moved in close around her.

They were already dripping wet, arousal slick and obvious between their thighs. In a lustful act, and making it as much of a show as possible for Liam, they gathered their own fluids on their fingers, then slowly coated Mimosa’s enormous breasts.

They rubbed the glossy wetness over every curve, every soft underside, every deep fold of cleavage until her tits shone, slippery and ready, the scent of their need heavy in the air.

Only then did they surround him, and Lilith started the timer.

One moved behind the throne and began massaging his shoulders and the long muscles of his back. Two more took positions on either side, pressing in close, kissing the sides of his neck while they rubbed their own heavy breasts against his arms and ribs. Soft, warm flesh slid over his skin with every breath.

Mimosa alone remained in front. She placed a low and small bench on the perfect position, and laid back against it, her feet firmly pressed against her ground, opened enough to leave space for Liam.

The cow girl had thought on it for long, finding the perfect position, so her titis would be well positioned to be used.

She shifted a bit, then her absurdly oversized, fluid-slick tits rose into the ideal angle, a soft, glistening tunnel of flesh ready to be used as pure fuck toys. She looked up at him, eyes dark with need.

"Please," she whispered. "Fuck them, use my boobs as yout fucktoy! Fuck me, master."

Liam rose and stepped forward. He fitted into place between her spread thighs, gripped the outer curves of those enormous tits with both hands, and pushed his cock into the warm, slippery cleavage.

The girls’ fluids made everything almost frictionless at first; he had to press harder, squeeze the heavy mounds tighter around his shaft, before the heat and softness caught him properly.

He started thrusting hard, each movement making the massive flesh ripple and bounce around him.

The moment Mimosa felt him moving, she brought her own hands up and clenched her tits tightly together around his cock, pressing the soft, yielding flesh into a perfect, velvet tunnel. The sudden extra pressure freed his hands.

He immediately grabbed the other two cow-girls’ enormous breasts, one in each hand, kneading them roughly, fingers sinking deep into the heavy soft flesh, pinching and squeezing hard enough to leave marks.

The fourth girl pressed in close, offering her own chest, massaging his back with her boobs.

His hips snapped forward again and again. The soft, almost liquid give of Mimosa’s massive tits swallowed him completely with every thrust.

The wet, heavy slap of skin on skin filled the room. He could feel every subtle shift of her body beneath him, the way her soft flesh molded and yielded, the way it squeezed back when she clenched harder, the pure, overwhelming cushion of it.

Mimosa’s eyes never left his. Completely submissive, lips parted, cheeks flushed, she watched him use her tits like a toy, every thrust driving a soft, helpless sound from her throat.

"Yes! Fuck me, fuck me harder, amster!" She said, presign her tits even tighter around him.

He drove into that soft, slippery tunnel harder and harder, the sheer volume of warm, yielding flesh around his cock almost too much. The other two pairs of massive tits filled his hands, soft and heavy and giving under his rough grip.

Fucking those massive, clenched tits so hard finally pushed him over the edge. He came with a raw, almost angry groan, thick ropes erupting across Mimosa’s upper chest and throat, then lower, painting the deep valley and the underside of both heavy globes.

Still kept thrusting through it, milking every pulse into the soft flesh, until he finally stilled.

The four cow-girls stayed exactly where they were, chests heaving, bodies still pressed against him, looking up with quiet, satisfied devotion.

Isabel waited only long enough for Liam’s breathing to steady before she began preparing him for the next pair.