Chapter 174 - 173: First Load

Chapter 174: Chapter 173: First Load

"Umm... but my husband is right down there, Savior," Natalie whimpered, her hands trembling as she held herself completely still.

"Oh? Is that your problem?" Owen replied smoothly, a faint trace of mock disappointment in his voice. "Then I guess we’ll just have to stop this right now." He casually raised a hand and waved to the wage earner down below, calling out a friendly gesture to keep up his spirits and maintain the illusion.

"N-No... wait!" Natalie protested weakly, panic flashing through her mind. "If we stop now... it means I won’t get my actual turn, right?"

She wanted nothing more than to escape this dangerously terrifying situation, but deep down, she knew there wouldn’t be a better opportunity than this. If she walked away now, she would miss out on the divine blessing she had been eagerly anticipating all day.

"Obviously," Owen said coolly. "That’s only natural, my devotee. I don’t have the luxury of giving out free favors, you know." He gave his lower body a subtle nudge, driving himself shallowly against her wet heat since she was too paralyzed by fear to move on her own.

Natalie went completely silent, her mind racing as she weighed the pros and cons. In truth, the risks were overwhelming—a massive, terrifying list of consequences if they were caught. Yet, her betraying body craved the satisfaction far more than her mind feared the danger.

"Decide, my devotee," Owen murmured casually, resting his forearms along the top of the porch railing. He gazed out at the sunny rural landscape, looking entirely unconcerned by the moral dilemma consuming the married woman kneeling at his feet. "Are you willing to leave, or are you going to take the offer? I won’t force you either way."

"H—He won’t find out... right?" Natalie whispered desperately, her breath catching as the thick, pungent scent of his pre-cum filled her nostrils. "My husband won’t discover that I’m being blessed right in front of him, right?" Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her desire for his massive cock completely overruled her loyalty to her marriage.

"He won’t know a thing," Owen assured her, his voice dripping with smooth authority. "This is a secret baptism. Don’t worry about your husband—just start stroking my cock."

He pressed the head of his shaft directly into her soft hands. The clear pre-cum slowly coated his length, acting as a natural lubricant as his fingers wrapped around his girth.

"O—Okay..." she submitted softly.

"Remember, don’t make a single loud noise," Owen instructed firmly. "I’m going to ask you questions from time to time. Your only job is to murmur or whisper your answers softly. Nod your head whenever necessary, got it?"

With a swift motion, Owen untied the thin towel wrapped around her chest, letting it drop onto the floorboards. Her massive, heavy tits spilled out into the open air, fully exposed to the warm breeze. Her pink areolas were tight, and her hard, erect nipples practically begged to be sucked.

’Look at these beauties,’ Owen thought, admiring the view from above. ’Why are these pathetic fools in the village not appreciating these incredible milk factories? A man who doesn’t appreciate the beauty of a woman’s tits will never live a truly happy life.’

Owen firmly believed in his own simple philosophy: Tits for life, and ass for good. A man needed to satisfy those core desires to live a fulfilled existence. Men were simple creatures at heart—a simple home, great tits, and a tight ass were all it took.

"Now, now... your husband is heading back this way," Owen ordered, giving his hips a short, firm thrust. "Stroke my cock faster... don’t slack off."

Natalie’s hands blurred into motion, sliding up and down his wet shaft in a quick, rhythmic pace while keeping her head ducked beneath the wooden railing barrier.

"Are you all done down there, Uncle?" Owen called out over the ledge, offering a polite gesture. "My offer to give you a hand is still open if you need it." He needed to maintain basic courtesy; after all, he was cuckolding the poor man right in front of his face, so playing the polite nephew was the perfect cover.

"Ahh... has! Thanks, young man, but I’m alright!" The uncle wiped a thick trail of sweat from his forehead, breathing heavily from the physical labor. "You’re going to make a fine, helpful husband in the future, Wen. Don’t worry about me, this is my last batch of boxes, so take your time resting up there."

"Haha, I certainly hope so, Uncle," Owen laughed lightly, a dark, hidden amusement dancing in his eyes. ’I’ll definitely become a father soon enough... the father of a village full of miracle babies.’

It would be a wondrous revelation when all the MILFs in the village ended up pregnant at the exact same time, carrying his divine legacy.

"Whichever woman ends up as your wife is going to be incredibly lucky," the older man remarked thoughtfully, leaning against his truck for a quick breath. "A hardworking, strong young man like you will never run out of choices!"

The uncle let his mind wander back to his own youth. He had been a completely average boy back then, yet he had somehow managed to land the most perfect, beautiful wife in the entire region. What more could a man ask for? He truly believed he had the perfect life—a simple, successful grape farm and a devoted, loving wife.

"Haha, I hope you’re right, Uncle," Owen replied warmly, while his internal thoughts were far more sinister.

’Your perfect wife is down on her knees stroking my cock right this second, Uncle. The clumsy way she uses her hands just shows how completely incompetent you’ve been at satisfying her.’

"So humble," the uncle chuckled. "So, what kind of chores did Granny have you doing today anyway? I know you must be curious about the festival... here, most of the men in the village are dying to know what is going on, just like me."

The older man fell into a brief daydream. Was the festival some kind of luxury massage retreat? A private feast? What could possibly happen in there that left his wife so exhausted every time?

"Well, it’s pretty similar to what you’re doing, Uncle," Owen replied casually, scratching his cheek as if feeling shy about the hard work. "Just a lot of heavy lifting and thrusting back and forth... even right now, I’m shoving something heavy down below."

"Hmm... lifting heavy objects, huh? Haha, that’s great for your physical health, Wen! But thrusting... hmm, that’s a new word for farm work," the uncle mused, scratching his head in mild confusion.

"Oh, it’s not too bad. None of the loads are that heavy," Owen mumbled, under his breath adding, ’I could literally lift your wife up right in front of your face right now and piston my cock inside her while you’re carrying those crates.’

"Good to know! So you’re just taking a nice rest now?"

"Yes, Uncle. Just enjoying the view."

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

As Natalie strokelessly pumped his shaft, Owen felt the familiar, intense pressure building up at the base of his spine. ’Arch, I’m about to blow.’

He looked down at Natalie, giving her a sharp, silent signal.

Natalie quickly nodded her head, understanding the command instantly. She accelerated her pace, her hands pumping his rigid shaft with desperate, fast strokes.

"Accept my first load, my devotee," Owen whispered down at her as his climax crested.