"Time to feed ol' Bessie," I told myself out loud. Not like anyone was there to respond so this farmer had no fear of being judged.
The name...Elioh McDonald. Not the original Old McDonald from the song you might know and love, but my parents, also farmers, thought it'd be hilarious and had my name legally changed. I was also almost named "Eieio" by those sick bastards, but thankfully I had a good grandma who called them out on their idiocy so they tweeked it into something more normal.
Lookwise...I guess I look alright. Not really a preening sort of man. Average height, normal weight, but muscular from years of heavy labor from the planting to taking care of the animals. Tanned from being under the sun, helped by my Native American blood on my mom's side, with dark eyes. Oh, but I did finally manage a fantastic beard and mustache at twenty-seven, that does make me feel pretty manly.
Now my farm is my pride and joy, second to none. I have eight cows, three calves, eighteen sheep, twenty-nine chickens, one rooster, one blue heeler, two cats, and three pigs. I do have some help on the weekends but it's mainly all me.
And I love it.
Ah, but I also love Beth Mae Larriet, farmer Giles's twenty-one year old hot blonde daughter who would come over to help me with something else...
Speaking of which...
"Mornin' Eli!" I heard her sweet voice say in a sing-song way. I was standing at the top of the stairs and looked down to see her—and her glorious, bouncing tits—coming up to see me.
Ooooh yes. Those melons were spilling out of her tanktop today, and no bra meant my eyes were equally blessed with her long hard nipples. As she bounced up the stairs her mini skirt would flip up and oh! No panties and shaved.
Bessie could wait.
"Ah! Ah! Ooooookh!"
The bed creaked and moaned almost as loudly as Beth Mae as I shoved my cock back in and out of her wet pussy. Her legs wrapped around my middle and she tugged me deeper inbetween her sweat-drenched thighs, voice desperate and growing raspy from moaning.
Beneath me her gigantic breasts were spread out before me like a beautiful banquet. I wrapped my tounge around her nipples and sucked, inducing more raspy moans from Beth Mae while I fucked her harder.
I couldn't contain it anymore, and from her growing cressendo of moaning neither could she.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" she screamed, cumming. Her legs trembled in pleasure.
I was almost there.
Almost—!
Then everything went black.
The fuck?
Where was I?
"H-hello!" I heard a voice say nervously in the pitch black darkness. A timid woman from the sound of it.
"Where the fuck am I?" I called back. I felt a dampness on my thigh and realized I was still naked...with a semi-hard on and cum running down my leg from my cock. Great.
Welp, I guess at least it was a good thing it was dark—
Ahhh and now it's bright. Great great great.
Well fuck.
Before me was a large gaudy-looking golden throne on a raised marble platform, and sitting on that throne was a cute little redheaded woman who looked to be in her twenties wearing a white robe and gold sandles.
That was just the normal stuff.
On her back was a pair of white angelic wings and on her head a golden halo and a little pointy crown.
Despite her royal appearance, her face was fearful and flushed, and her body language told me she wanted to be anywhere but here.
Me too, weird angel girlie, me too.
"W-w-why are you so indecent?!" she squeaked, pointing at my dripping cock frantically and then covering her eyes.
I stood up tall as I could and placed my hands on my hips, glaring at her. I angled my hips so my still semi-hard cock could point towards her in accusation.
"Well excuse the fuck out of me missy! I was in the middle of some sweet thighs before I got to wherever this is," I explained, annoyed. "Thankfully I at least got to cum, but I need to get back to my farm. Ol' Bessie is gonna be fit to be tied if I don't milk her."
"A-about that," the angel said hesitantly, looking everywhere but at me, "you can never go back. Y-you died at your, um, climax..."
"!"
"..."
"...Well, damn."
