Gracie was right about how, once all the girls in town knew that Max had fucked her, they'd be so eager to be next. Max had barely even started his farm chores the next day when Trixie showed up to visit him.
"Hey, Max," she said, grinning broadly. "Wow, your farm is looking pretty good already. You ever think about having me build anything for you yet? A barn or a coop, so you can start raising animals, maybe?"
"Hey, Trixie. Thanks." He grinned back at her. "Yeah, I'm saving up some money. Pretty soon I'll have need of your... services." He looked her over for a second. She had on a skin tight, low cut tank top, so low cut that he could see her pink areolas peeking out the top. It also showed off her abs, displaying not only her tiny little waist but also her toned six pack. Her shorts, too, were tight little booty shorts. Practically all of her hot, sexy body was on display. He smirked. "You didn't come here just to advertise your carpentry to me, though, did you?"
"Mmmh, no, I didn't," she said, stepping toward him boldly. She slid her hands between his t-shirt and his skin, starting with her hands on his big, firm pecs, feeling up his muscled chest with one hand, rubbing his chiseled abs with the other. "Mmmh, I heard you fucked Gracie yesterday..."
"And you wanna be next, don't you?" Max asked, his smirk getting broader.
"Mmmhhh..." Trixie's response was wordless as she leaned in and started kissing Max intently. Her pillowy lips felt so plush as she began at his mouth, then planted kisses along his strong jawline. Damn. Trixie's touch ignited something feral in Max, and he didn't hold back very long in letting it out. He was already imagining feeling those lips on his cock, getting himself rock hard at the thought of it. Mmm, Trixie... She was already showing off so much of her luscious body, and he was going to make it so she was forced to show off every inch.
He grabbed the front of her tank top and ripped with all his muscular might, tearing the fabric right off her body. Her huge tits sprung out with a bounce, jiggling lusciously, and he chuckled smugly. He ripped the remains of that tiny little tank top to shreds, then he tossed the torn fabric away. She wasn't going to be putting that top back on any time soon. But he didn't stop there. He slid his fingers into the belt loops of her little jean shorts, and... well, these would be harder to rip, but he yanked them downward to fully reveal the yumminess between her legs. Like Gracie, she too had absolutely no panties on, and was clean shaven, the area ready and begging to be used. He gave her ass a rough slap, causing her to let out a squeak, then grabbed her pigtails and tugged them quite roughly too. She whimpered.
"Are you ready to make yourself my own personal pleasure toy, little slut?" he growled.
"Uhhhnnnn..." Trixie let out a soft moan as Max started roughly groping her big, bouncy jugs. He allowed the rough, calloused skin of his hands to rub up against her heavenly soft breast flesh, digging his fingers in deep to her squeezable softness. He rubbed her nipples, feeling them harden at his touch, getting Trixie to moan softly, then gave them rough squeezes tightly between his fingers, getting Trixie to squeal in pain. He went back and forth between the soft rubbing and the rough squeezing, assailing Trixie's luscious nipples with so many sensations that her body didn't even know what sound to release from her full, pouty lips. Between her moaning, sighing, and squealing, she settled into a whimper.
God damn, Max loved hearing that whimper. Moments before, she'd been all up on him so boldly, and now she sounded so... weak and submissive. He'd rendered her helpless beneath his touch. But he wasn't going to stop there. Between feeling how amazing her jugs were, and hearing her sexy little whimpers, Max could feel himself get hard. Damn, he longed to act like a feral beast toward Trixie...
"You didn't answer me," he growled, his voice deep and vicious sounding.
"A-answer?" Trixie gasped through heavy breaths that made her tits heave and jiggle in his hands.
"I asked you, little slut, if you're ready to make yourself my own personal pleasure toy." He gave her nipples another sharp squeeze.
"U-uhhhnnn."
"Tell me, Trixie. What are you good for? What's your purpose to live in this village?"
"I, uhhhhn, I'm a carpenter, and--"
