Owen felt the sun bearing down on him, an unbearable light shining onto his closed eyelids that awoke him from his slumber. At first, he let out a groan of annoyance, as he felt he had been awakened far too early. However, he soon felt a soft, wet sensation in his lower body, engulfing his manhood in a warm trap of sheer pleasure. His eyes slowly opened, peering down. In-between his legs was Brigid, lovingly sucking on his cock. "Good morning..." he said softly, snapping Brigid out of her trance. She pulled off his cock, a string of saliva still connecting the two of them together.
"Good morning Daddy!" she purred, placing a kiss on the large tip of his cock. "Did you sleep well?"
"You know I did." He chuckled, gesturing at Brigid to come closer to him. She eagerly obliged and crawled forward until their faces were inches apart. "Didn't you get enough last night?" he joked, before planting a kiss on her lips.
"Mmmph" Brigid mumbled through their joined lips, breaking off between kisses to answer him. "I couldn't-mmm-help it, your morning wood-mmm-looked so yummy-mmm-I just had to have a little taste." They kissed passionately for a few minutes, their tongues lovingly exploring each other's mouths. Finally, they parted, with Brigid planting one last tender peck on Owen's lips. "Besides..." she cooed teasingly. "Last night was the most incredible night of my life...I don't think I ever came so much before! I just couldn't wait to have you inside me again. "she looked longingly into Owen's eyes, pursing her lips in a pleading pout. "Didn't you like it too Daddy?"
"Oh sweetie!" he soothed, planting a kiss on her forehead and stroking her hair. "Of course I did! I'm just a little worried about you. We did it so many times, I was worried you might be too sore."
"Don't worry about me Daddy..." Brigid purred, sitting upright and moving her hips to rub her mound against his lap. "I'm totally-ow!" she winced as she felt a sudden twinge of pain in her pussy, quickly rolling over to take pressure off. Owen chuckled a little at the spectacle.
"Are you alright sweetie?" he asked soothingly, reaching over to stroke her hair.
"It's your fault you know." She said in a teasing whine, putting on another pout. "That big 'ole monster cock of yours ruined my tight little pussy."
"You didn't seem to think so last night." Owen laughed, helping her to her feet. "Don't worry blossom." He reassured her. "We have all week to enjoy ourselves. It's okay to pace yourself.
"Okay Daddy..." she sighed. Brigid knew he was right, but still...she couldn't help but feel at least a little defeated.
"Can you walk blossom?" he asked, again using that pet name.
"I think so." She replied, spreading her legs a little bit so her tender areas wouldn't rub against each other. She tried a few steps, managing to make it to the edge of the room with a somewhat bowlegged gait. Owen stifled a laugh, not wanting to make her feel self-conscious. Still, he walked over and draped his arm around her, out of both affection and the need to support her.
"How about I make us breakfast?" he offered as he helped her to her dresser.
"Sounds great Daddy." She replied with a smile. "Can you make- "
"Waffles?" he laughed knowing exactly what she would say. "Sure Brigid."
"You can go ahead of me." She said, propping herself up on the dresser. Owen had to admit, she looked enticing right now leaning forward with her legs spread open. He held himself back, he'd done enough damage. "I have a little outfit I want to show you..." she purred with a wink.
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Owen stirred rapidly, making the batter nice and consistent. As the last of the lumps disappeared, he reached into the nearby bag and pulled out a fistful of chocolate chips. Gently, he sprinkled them in and stirred until the chips were evenly distributed through the batter. When he was fully satisfied with his work, he carried the bowl over to the waffle iron. Already, the PAM had begun to sizzle and evaporate. He gently poured the batter into the iron until every nook and cranny of the grid had been filled and an even pool of batter bubbled on the top. He then closed the lid and let the concoction begin to cook. With a moment of free time, he turned his attention to the strawberries on the cutting board, he only had a few minutes to slice them up just the way she liked them, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
Brigid fumbled through the bra drawer, desperately searching for the perfect one. It was kind of funny, she was only going downstairs for breakfast with her dad, and yet here she was fretting about what to wear like a prom date. It didn't help that most of the ones she had were rather plain (It was hard to get anything in her size at all). Finally, she came across the one she was looking for: her red silk plunge push-up. She hadn't worn it in a while, she saved up for months to buy it and thus only dug it out for special occasions. This certainly qualified. Carefully helped herself into it. The bra clutched tightly, pushing her ample cleavage up even more than it would normally, yet still held strong when the clasps were fastened. She let out an exasperated sigh, it seemed that she had already outgrown a KK cup. At least it could still fit. Now she just needed to figure out what panties to wear...
Owen placed the last waffle on the plate, gave it a quick dusting of powdered sugar, then carefully stacked the strawberry slices on the center of it. He arranged the plates on the table in just the right way; close enough that they could enjoy each other's touch while still facing each other. Just as he finished, he heard a pair of footsteps entering the room. "Oh daddy~!" Brigid's voice rang out in a sing-song tone, beckoning him to look at her. Owen turned around, his eyes growing wide at what he saw.
Brigid was decked out in black sleeveless crop top, with a fine transparent mesh over the cleavage. A tight pair of white hot-pants adorned her waist, stretched tightly around her tremendously wide hips. Owen could see the straps to her panties clutching to her just above them (she probably did that on purpose). On her feet were a pair of sexy black platform shoes, at least a good 4 or 5 inches off the ground, highlighted by a pair of long black and white striped socks. She had taken the time to put on her makeup, dark eyeshadow and mascara highlighting her shimmering emerald green eyes, and a dark red lipstick accentuating her plump lips. "Do you like it daddy?" she purred. Owen needed a minute to process what he was seeing. It was the first time he'd ever seen her dressed like this, and now that they were intimate well... suffice to say it was a bit of a shock to his system. His bewilderment didn't last too long though, and his expression turned from one of shock to a very wide smile.
"I love it sweetie. You look incredibly sexy." He replied, strolling over to her. "Although..." he teased, wrapping his arms around her in a great big hug. "I don't remember buying you these clothes... do you want to explain where they came from?"
"Oh, you know..." Brigid giggled, "A little money from babysitting here, some from the deli there..." she ground her body against him slightly, mashing her enormous tits into his chest. "Can't a girl have a few secrets?"
"I can't argue with that." Owen chuckled, again planting a kiss on her forehead. "Now... I think it's breakfast time, better eat them before they get cold."
"You read my mind!" she giggled, breaking away and pulling out a chair to sit down. "I'm starving!" She then pulled the nearby chair out and sat down. Owen walked to the other side and took his own seat, taking a moment to have a long sip of coffee. The two of them ate their breakfast enthusiastically, almost as if nothing had happened between them. Every so often they'd break into a mundane conversation about this and that. Yet if someone were observing from the outside, they wouldn't be able to tell they were father and daughter. Rather, they were interacting almost like a married couple.
Eventually, they finished their meal. Owen gathered up the plates and cups and took them to the sink to rinse them off before placing them in the dishwasher. Once that was done, he turned back and walked to the table to face his little slut. "So Daddy..." Brigid chirped, leaning forward to show off her generous cleavage. "What did you have planned for today...? She asked with a sly grin.
"I think I know what you're thinking sweetie... Don't worry, I have a few surprises in store for you today." Owen smiled back. "But I need to make a quick call to the museum first. Let them know I've been called away for some sudden ah...'Family Business'. "
"Okay Daddy!" Brigid replied, getting up and twirling around to show herself off. "I'll be in the living room when you're done. Just don't keep me waiting too long! Or else I might just...start without you." She turned, giving him a quick wink and then walked off.
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Brigid fidgeted idly, while she still felt an ache between her legs it had receded from a sharp pain. It wouldn't be much longer before she'd be all ready to take her father inside her once again. She wondered if fast recovery was also a trait of breeders. It made sense, but she'd have to ask her father later. A breeder... though she'd had a while to process it, she still found it a little hard to believe. All of the sudden, a realization hit her; Pregnancy. Prior to last night, she'd always insisted on using condoms even though she was on the pill. If she was as fertile as Breeders were supposed to be, then she and Daddy would have to start using them. She had to admit though, it felt much better without one. The texture, the warmth, the feeling of closeness... Brigid let out a happy sigh in remembrance, wondering how good it would feel if he finally came inside her. What was she thinking? She shook her head rapidly, as if she were shaking the thoughts out of her mind. Sex was one thing, but she couldn't get pregnant from her own father! It seemed like the last line of restraint still left in her, that last line she just couldn't cross. "It'll be fine." She reassured herself. As long as she kept taking her birth control and having him pull out, there'd be no problem. After all, she didn't want to have Owen's baby... didn't she?
"Sorry about the wait!" Owen's voice jolted her back to attention. Brigid turned her head to face him, and noticed he was carrying quite a few things. In his left hand was a large paper bag, evidently stuffed to the brim with items. She noticed a light blue squeeze bottle filled with a clear liquid peeking out of the top, though she couldn't see the label from where she was. In his other hand however was a far more recognizable object, a fairly long glass vial that bulged out near the base, with a metal protrusion sticking out of the bulb section. Water sloshed around inside, and a familiar scent emanated far enough for her to notice.
"I-Is that a-?" Brigid's eyes bulged open in surprise.
"Yes blossom, it's a bong." Owen laughed.
"I-I didn't know you-"Brigid stammered, bewildered again by the revelation.
"Well... can't a man have a few secrets?" He joked. "Besides, I didn't want you digging into my supply before you were grown up. I am still your father after all."
"I guess that makes sense." Brigid replied with a nervous giggle. "So... am I grown up now?" she queried.
"If you're old enough for voting and marathon sex, then a you're allowed a little weed." He laughed as he sat down next to her. "Besides... you didn't have any reservations yesterday."
"Oh, right!" Brigid giggled again. "I was kind of hoping you'd forgotten about that. "she admitted sheepishly. "But I guess I'm glad you didn't." she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I think you'll like this one." Owen said as he produced an engraved Zippo lighter. Brigid couldn't help but notice the markings; an elaborate Celtic knot pattern highlighting a set of initials. O.L. and C.G, Owen Leigh and Cathleen Graham. "It's called 'Maui Waui'." He continued, holding the bong over to Brigid. "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Thank you Daddy!" she replied, accepting the two items. Brigid placed the nozzle around her mouth while she flicked the lighter open, then brought the flame to the pipe and lit the bud. A simultaneous crackle and gargling sound emerged as Brigid slowly inhaled. The smoke was fairly light, burned much cleaner that what she was used to, but what Brigid noticed most was a distinct tangy taste to it. Like pineapple. She then removed her mouth from the bong and exhaled sharply, narrowly avoiding the burn. Right away she began to feel it, a warm tingling rush that just flowed through her body. Her muscles relaxed and she seemed to just melt into her father's side. "Oh wow..." she murmured as she passed the bong over to Owen.
"Yeah, you like it?" Owen grinned before taking a hit himself. "It's my favorite, I usually keep some in reserve for a special occasion. Well...I think this qualifies." He continued after slowly exhaling his.
"Definitely!" Brigid giggled, taking a second hit. The buzz was just hitting her everywhere, from the tips of her fingers down to her core. Especially "down there". All her worries (and soreness) just floated away in a haze. The two just passed the bong back and forth, until the pipe was completely cleared. Brigid snuggled closer to Owen, who wrapped his left arm around her. For a good moment not, a word was spoken between the two of them, as they just rode the high and relished each other's company. The silence was broken by a series of soft pecks as Brigid idly kissed along Owen's neck, occasionally muttering an "I love you." Owen turned his gaze to her, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you too blossom." Brigid turned her head upward with that and shifted her kissing to his lips. It was a little clumsy at first due to their state, but before long they were attuned to each other, their kisses growing more passionate and sexual. Owen shifted around to face Brigid, and gently carried her onto his lap to hold her close. As he did, she coiled her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, gently raking along it as she sensually against him. They just made out like teenagers in heat for several minutes, before finally breaking off to catch their mutual breaths.
"What's in that stuff?" Brigid giggled, "It's gotten me all horny!"
"Don't you mean hornier?" teased Owen.
"Like you're one to talk Daddy!" she replied with an eye roll, before bursting into giggling again. "So..." she continued, turning her attention to the bag. "What else did you bring?"
"Just a few party favors." Owen retorted slyly, reaching into the bag with a free hand. The first thing he produced was the bottle Brigid had noticed earlier. Now that it was out in the open, she could see what it was; lube. "Since you were so sore this morning, I figured it wouldn't hurt to take a little extra 'help'." He explained as he placed it on the table before reaching back into the bag. One by one he produced a series of toys; a miniature vibrating wand, some leather cuffs, and a large realistically molded purple dildo.
"Oh wow Daddy!" Brigid giggled. "Where did you get all these?" she teased.
"Well..." Owen laughed. "When you date non-breeders, a man of my size needs to get them ah...ready." He admitted.
"Well good, we can have a little warm up before we get to the main event..." Brigid purred with a mischievous smile. Her hips swayed as she ground herself against his lap. She felt a familiar pulse between her legs as his cock twitched against her through their mutual clothing. "Oooohhh..." she cooed, feeling moisture begin to form within her. Clearly the grass was working. "I think I better get out of these wet clothes." Brigid said, gripping the sides of her shorts.
"Aww... you spent so much time picking out that outfit." Owen replied. "I was enjoying it."
"Oh really now?" Brigid teased as she began to wiggle out of them. "In that case..." she said, sliding them down only halfway, revealing her now very wet pussy. "Maybe I'll keep most of them on."
"You're such a good daughter." Owen teased her back, reaching out with his left hand to gently rub her pussy. "I think you deserve a little reward for your trouble." With his off hand, he reached over to the table and picked up the mini vibrating wand. Switching it on, he brought it up against her smooth cleft, removed his off hand, and pressed the wand gently into her. Owen moved the wand all around her labia and mound, eventually moving it to press up against her exposed clit. Brigid let out a soft moan at the sudden sensation, while juices flowed out of her pussy.
"Oooohhh daddy~" she moaned, wiggling her hips against the wand for added stimulation. The sensations weren't nearly as intense as what she experienced last night. This was more of a softer, gentler tingle of static rather than powerful lightning strikes. Still nice though, plus they still had all day. Almost by instinct, Brigid leaned forward and began to kiss along Owen's jawline, as if thanking him for the pleasure he was providing. Owen then rotated the vibrator around her clit in a circular motion, coaxing more and more moans from her. They continued this way for a good while, slowly building an erotic rhythm. After several minutes of this lewd dance, Brigid felt a familiar tension in her core and let out a soft gasp. "I'm cumming!" she moaned softly, her orgasm hitting just as she managed to finish saying so. A quick rush of warmth flowed through her body, generating tiny twitches all throughout from her eyelashes to her toes. Brigid cooed and moaned happily as she rode the dual highs. Eventually, it subsided, and she slumped into her father's arms. "Ooooh." Was all she could say at the moment.
"It seems you enjoyed it." Owen said before drawing her face upward for a loving kiss.
"I did Daddy..." she whispered sensually between kisses. "Although..." she continued with a mischievous grin. "I really hope that's not all you have planned."
"What do you take me for?" Owen smiled back, reaching over to the table. "I have plenty of ways to get you all nice and ready for later..."
"Oh? What happens later?" Brigid asked coyly.
"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Owen replied as he produced the leather cuffs. "Put your arms behind your back sweetie."
"Like this?" Brigid purred, arranging her arms in such a way that it pushed her generous chest outward for Owen to see.
"That's perfect sweetie." Owen said, reaching around to clasp the cuffs on her. They clamped snugly, just enough that she couldn't wiggle out but not enough to really hurt. When he was satisfied, he removed his hands and let Brigid get a little used to being bound. "Just remember blossom." He reassured with yet another kiss on her forehead, "If you ever want to stop, just say so."
"Of course Daddy..." Brigid replied as she watched Owen gather up the dildo and lubricant. Owen liberally poured the lube onto the toy, before rubbing it all up and down until it began to gain a reflective sheen. "How big is the toy Daddy?" she asked slyly.
"Oh about 10 or 11 inches." He replied.
"Is that all?" she put on an exaggerated pout. "That's a little small don't you think?" Brigid teased.
"Well it is a warm-up after all." Owen answered as he poured another palmful of lube into his hand. He rubbed the lube all around his hands until they too became all slick and glossy. "Besides, this is pretty large for most women's standards you know." He teased back at her.
"What can I say? You've already spoiled me rotten." Brigid giggled. "I don't think I can enjoy normal dicks ever again."
"Could you before?" Owen queried, raising an eyebrow at her. Brigid blushed a little bit and looked off to the side.
"Well...not really..." she admitted sheepishly. "I guess I've kind of always been a bit of a size queen." A soft laugh from Owen snapped her attention back to him.
"I had a feeling!" he laughed. "I mean you are a breeder after all, it's only natural. Also, you do sometimes forget to delete the browser history on my computer."
"Daddy!" Brigid squealed, turning a deep scarlet. "D-don't tease me like that! It's-it's not my fault I like big dicks..." she stammered in a fluster. Owen paused for a moment as he figured out how to handle it.
"I'm sorry blossom..." he soothed, stroking her auburn hair. "I didn't mean to embarrass you like that. It's okay to like big cock. If anything, I'm grateful you're not afraid of my size." He laughed blushingly. "Besides... your mother really wasn't any different." Brigid's complexion lightened a little, and she turned her head to give his hand a soft smooch.
"No, it's okay. I guess I overreacted a little..." she admitted. "I'm just...well, I'm just a little used to boys getting all uppity about it."
"Well of course sweetie." Owen replied with a soft chuckle. "You've only been with boys before. Never a real breeder."
"Guess so! I think I need to make up for all that lost time!" she answered with a grin, her composure and mood returning to normal. So daddy..." she continued, glancing over at the dildo. "What did you have in mind with that?"
"Oh yes, of course!" Owen laughed, returning to the setup. "Last night we didn't get a chance to really test out your riding skills..." he grinned, reaching between her legs with his lubed-up hand. Gently, he rubbed against her mound, spreading the lubricant all around. "So I figured we could get a little practice in today."
"Oooh...sounds fun!" said Brigid, half giggling and half moaning as she felt his fingers slide inside her tight pussy. Owen wiggled them around, gently stimulating her just a tiny bit to add some of her own natural juices to the lube. "So... why the cuffs?" she asked with a soft moan.
"Can't have you cheating and using your arms." Owen said, taking the dildo to his mouth and licking the suction cup on the bottom. "Besides... I think they add a little spice to the fun, wouldn't you agree?" he continued slyly as he stuck the dildo to the hardwood floor. It wobbled for a second before standing upright.
"Oh definitely..." Brigid purred, moving her legs to help her father remove her hot pants and underwear. Once that was done, she struggled to her feet and strolled over to the dildo, taking a moment to look it over. Just yesterday she would have called it massive, and even now it still looked pretty big and imposing despite her earlier boasts. It was a well molded shape, resembling a real cock pretty well. The head was just the right shape, with a molded slit at the tip. Brigid noticed a bunched-up foreskin facsimile at the bottom of the head. The shaft bulged outward on the underside, a pronounced cum-channel running along the length. Then there were the veins; loads of them all over the entirety of it. At the bottom were a replica pair of balls, proportionately large and perfectly smooth. She bit her lip and shivered a little, this was going to be loads of fun.
Brigid then planted her legs on both sides of the toy, keeping her back to her father to give him a real nice show. She then slowly crouched down until the tip was pressed up against her pussy lips. The cold lube drew out a soft gasp from her, but she quickly recovered to turn her head around and flash a sly grin at Owen. Without another word, she began to slide the toy inside. The beefy toy parted, spread and then finally stretched her pussy open before the tip finally slipped into her. Brigid moaned softly at the sensation, carefully easing the rest of the length in. Both the lube and her own juices provided ample support to make the process easier, but still she felt the intense euphoria of being opened up. As the toy brushed past her g-spot, Brigid let loose a little squeak, feeling a quick rush of pleasure running through her. Her pussy fluttered a little and sprayed a small stream of juices out of her as she was struck by a flash orgasm, the air in her lungs pushed out quickly in a high-pitched moan. The orgasm receded almost as quickly as it hit, with Brigid's momentum barely affected. Further and further she sank down, until her labia finally came to rest against the molded balls. Once again, she looked behind her at Owen, this time giving him a look of triumphant pride. After a few seconds of relishing the feeling of being stuffed, Brigid began to move her hips.
Up and down she bounced, expertly moving at a great pace with no loss of rhythm. Her expansive rear jiggled exquisitely with each movement, almost hypnotically in how it wobbled. Little moans and chirps emerged from her lips every now and then. Owen watched intently at the spectacle, utterly mesmerized. Brigid looked back at her father, pursing her lips in a seductive pout. "You like watching my big booty bounce daddy?" she purred.
"Definitely..." he muttered in awe.
"Never would have thought you were an ass man." She teased breathlessly as she felt the beginnings of another climax.
"What can I say? You've grown up so big and thicc..." he replied with a grin. He was soon interrupted by Brigid's orgasmic gasps and warbling. Her voice peaked at a high octave just as her orgasm did. Waves of pleasure washed all over her, splashing her juices all over the floor beneath her.
"Mmm... Never used to like it." She continued once the orgasm subsided, still a little breathless. Her pace had only been interrupted for a split second before she got back in the rhythm. "It knocks everything over behind me, makes running hard and I have trouble buying pants..." She looked into his eyes; her expression changed from a cheeky grin to a warm relieved smile. "But I guess it's all worth it if my strong...virile...bull of a daddy likes it." Her breaths were becoming ragged again, interrupting her speech. Owen's eyes grew wide at the praise, it had been some time since he'd been called that.
"A...bull?" he murmured softly. Clearly a little flustered from her flattery, though Brigid could tell he liked it.
"That's right... my big...hung...bull." Brigid said, placing emphasis on all the right words in-between breaths. "The bull that rocked my world...the bull that showed me what real pleasure means...the bull that made me...my bull Daddy." Something about the praise was firing her up too, and she felt the familiar sensations of another orgasm building up. She cried out softly as it peaked, riding the lightning flowing through her veins. This one was stronger than the previous few, causing her to shake and spasm in sheer joy. It couldn't have lasted more than half a minute, yet the intensity of it all just seemed to drag on forever. All things must end eventually though, and her orgasm thus began to recede. Brigid trembled a little bit through the aftershocks. As intelligent thought returned to her, she began to wonder just how vigorously her father was planning to take her. He was already wound up pretty tightly...but maybe she could turn the key just a little bit more... She did have one more trick to show him.
"Okay Daddy..." she purred sensually as she slid off the dildo. Her lips clung tightly to the tip for just a moment, as if she didn't want to let it go. But soon it did, and popped out with a noise heard throughout the living room. The toy wobbled back and forth for a full minute once it came out, "I think my pussy's all warmed-up...but there's one more hole that still needs to get all nice and ready..." Brigid continued as she wiggled her hips back and forth. It took Owen a moment to realize what she was referring to, nearly doubling over in surprise when it finally came to him.
"Wait-do you mean?" he gasped wide-eyed.
"That's right..." she responded, crouching back down, this time aligning her tight pucker with the tip.
"A-are you sure?" asked a bewildered Owen. "I didn't realize you wanted to try anal! If I knew I would have helped prep you bett- "
"Sssshhh!" Brigid interrupted, placing a finger to her plump pouty dick-suckers. "It's alright Daddy... I know my own body; I can handle this." She said with a grunt as she began to grind the toy against her hole. Her asshole was putting up even more resistance than her pussy did, the tip of the dildo kept sliding aside and forced her to realign it. Eventually she felt a little give and pushed harder, sliding inside with a loud moan. "Besides..." she gasped as she gently slid down the length. "This isn't my first rodeo."
"Oh, really now?" Owen replied. He was still a bit awestruck by his daughter's naughtiness, but managed to suppress it in favor of a teasing look. "Have you done this before?"
"Well..." Brigid answered, half giggling and half moaning. "A few times. Javier really wanted to try it and I ended up getting a little hooked." she continued to slide downward, inching her way to the base. "You're not mad are you Daddy?"
"Mad?" he laughed "Impressed sure, maybe a little jealous...but not mad!"
"Aww... envious that someone beat you to my anal virginity Daddy?" Brigid teased just as she finally reached the base. She paused for a moment to enjoy the moment. "No need to be...with that big horsecock of yours, it'll be like losing it all over again." With that, she rose up the length, until just the head remained inside her, then slammed down hard with a loud *squelch*. Her pussy juices and the leftover lube provided ample lubrication. As she became more and more used to it, Brigid bounced up and down faster and faster on every stroke. The sensation was quite a bit different than how it felt in her pussy; It felt tighter inside, her nerves fired off sensations of confused pleasure and pain simultaneously. While it did hurt a little, Brigid would be lying if she said she didn't like it. It was almost like a good workout, the strain and effort triggering a rush of pleasurable endorphins. Strained moans and grunts emerged from her plush lips, signaling her enjoyment to Owen loud and clear. "Mmmmm... impressed?" she said seductively. "Bet you're imagining it was your cock in there...I know I am."
"Yes..." Owen muttered in awe. It was almost unbelievable. Usually he was given a hard denial on anal. Even Cathleen had been hesitant about it. Yet here Brigid was, loudly and brazenly enjoying herself with it. His restraint was fading fast, he just needed one little push to bring him over the edge.
"I'm glad..." Brigid moaned. "Because right now I want nothing more than my daddy's big bull cock in my ass...stretching me out... ripping me in half...fucking me until I can't walk straight ever again... god I want it so bad...please give it to me... please give me your monster bull cock daddy!" That did it.
Owen quickly struggled to get his pants off, finding it difficult to navigate around his throbbing erection. Eventually he managed to get them off, his humongous 19-inch cock springing forth like a mighty beast. Right on cue, a steady stream of precum flowed from the tip, running all the way from the tip to the base. Grabbing the lube, Owen quickly squirted it directly onto his cock, wincing a little bit at the coldness. He smeared the lube all around, mixing it with his pre to get his cock all nice and slick. Brigid cooed in delight at the sight as she knew what was about to happen. Without a word, Owen grabbed her arm aggressively and pulled her off the toy. He then threw her onto the couch with her ass facing towards him, just gently enough to not hurt her. Owen aimed his cock at her now lubed up starfish, ready to slide inside. "D-don't you wanna take my shoes off first?" Brigid gasped as she lifted her legs to better present herself.
"No. They stay on." Owen growled as he thrusted forward, spearing her ass on his massive cock. Brigid tried to cry out, but the air in her lungs was pushed out forcefully in muted gasp. If the toy was pleasurably painful, Owen's cock was euphorically excruciating. A raging inferno seemed to spread from her anus, consuming her entire body in fires of white hot painjoyment. She inhaled audibly for dear life as Owen pushed further and further forward, barely able to keep the air inside her without moaning loudly. Owen's fists gripped her expansive hips tightly, his palms sinking deep into the soft cushioning of her ass.
"Oh...my...gawd..." Brigid managed to finally say. She quivered and shook at the confusing sensations, her eyes rolling back in her head. "G-Go slow...please...?" she begged. Owen's breeder bull instincts were temporarily suppressed, and he slowed down his pace to gently inch inside.
"Certainly blossom... He grunted, leaning forward while he eased his way into her. His face was up against her ear, and there was still a good 8-9 inches to go. "But do you really want me to?" he whispered with a hint of primal aggression. Brigid paused, at the moment she didn't know what she really wanted. Now that he was going slower the pain was receding a great deal, but... it wasn't nearly as intense. Less pain or more pleasure? It was a really hard call. She looked back at all the inches still yet to be buried within her, swallowed hard and made her decision.
"No." That was all he needed to hear. With a primal growl, Owen sank the last of his cock into her in one swift motion. Brigid screamed loudly, barely having enough time to get used to it before Owen began to piston his hips back and forth. His thrusts were long and powerful, almost the entire length entered and exited her each time. "Ooooo!!" she screamed "FUCK MY LITTLE ASSHOLE DADDY!! GAWD YOU'RE FUCKING ME SOOOOO GOOD!!"
"Oh... you like that, don't you?" growled Owen as his pace ramped up. The sounds of his hips colliding with her massive ass created a wonderful rhythmic slapping noise. Her cheeks bounced and slapped together hypnotically in tandem with her movements. Owen lifted one hand off her hips, allowed it to relax and then swiftly struck her left cheek in a loud *Slap*.
"OOOWHOA!!" Brigid squawked in surprise. The sudden sting of pain triggered a major rush of pleasure. It surprised her how much she liked it. "AGAIN!!" She wailed pleadingly. Owen was all too happy to oblige and let loose another spank, this time on the opposite side, then another, and another. Each time he did, Brigid let out another loud scream, as if she wanted the whole world to know just how good she was feeling. It wasn't long before large red marks began to appear on her ass, showing off just how much of that pleasurable sting she was feeling. Satisfied with his work, Owen's hands returned to her hips as his pace reached its peak. For countless minutes they carried on at this speed and intensity, time seemed to lose all meaning through their coupling. Again and again Brigid was struck by powerful anal orgasms, each time they came faster and tinged with less pain. Soon she had once again reached that euphoric state of seemingly continuous orgasm, where they just seemed to merge into each other. Her screams of delight echoed through the room, further driving on Owen's thrusts.
After who knows how long, Owen felt the rumbling through his balls and the jolts shooting through his massive cock. "I'm cumming Brigid!" He roared, pushing in that final burst of energy to accelerate his orgasm. "Where do you want it?"
"CUM INSIDE ME!! I WANNA FEEL YOU CUM IN MY ASS!!" bellowed Brigid. With a grunt of acknowledgement, Owen sunk his length all the way inside her one last time and fired off with a loud roar. Brigid gasped loudly as she felt a white-hot eruption flowing through her bowls. She'd seen how much he could cum, but to experience it like this was another story entirely. Pints of thick creamy spunk shot through her, filling her hole to the absolute brim. Brigid could swear it was going all the way into her stomach. As if in response to her pondering, she felt her normally flat stomach begin to swell as the cum inflated her. She gasped in shock at the sight, but quickly her gasp turned into a pleasurable moan as she experienced one last orgasm. This time, soft and gentle, a perfect way to cap off such incredible anal sex. Finally, she felt the last of his cum dribble outward. Owen let out a loud sigh of relief before pulling off. For a moment, a stream of cum flowed from Brigid's stretched out asshole, eventually subsiding as her hole closed up. Brigid took a few minutes to catch her breath, admiring how her belly had swollen up. "Oh wow..." she finally muttered in awe, it looked a little like a 3-month baby bump. Something about the way it looked on her felt...right? No, she couldn't think those thoughts. An inflation like this was enough for her. "That was incredible Daddy..." she sighed, slumping into the couch.
"I'm glad sweetie." Owen soothed, jumping onto the couch with her. The two basked in the afterglow for a little while before Brigid finally broke the silence.
"So... do we have anything else planned today?" She asked softly.
"Oh yes!" Owen chuckled softly, checking the clock on the wall. "The high will be wearing off pretty soon. Once it does, I was thinking we could hop in the car and go for a movie, followed by dinner wherever you like."
"What movie?" Brigid asked.
"That would be telling." Owen replied with a sly grin.
"Okay Daddy...I'll follow your lead." Brigid sighed happily. "But... can I have a minute to clean myself up before we go? You did leave an awful mess inside me." She teased.
"Of course blossom." Owen reassured her, helping her to her feet and unfastening the cuffs. When she finally regained her balance, she gathered up her shorts and panties.
"I'll be right back Daddy!" she said, kissing him on his cheek before spinning around and walking away to get herself all ready.
Owen smiled at Brigid while she walked to the bathroom, enjoying the way her hips swayed as she walked. As the old saying went, he hated seeing her go but loved watching her leave. His admiration was quickly cut off, as he heard a chime from his phone. He turned his head, it seemed there was a new text message, he didn't really have to guess who it was from. Sure enough, once he had unlocked it he saw the recipient; Amira. 5 little words, just enough to get her point across: "How much does she know?"
"Not much. Just that she's a breeder" he replied quickly. He waited a minute or so before finally receiving his reply.
"I can be there on Saturday to explain everything. Will that work?" Owen exhaled sharply, it was all unraveling so quickly. Even if she had to know eventually, he didn't want to unload the full truth on Brigid too quickly. Still, it would probably be best if she learned from another woman breeder. At least he still had 3 full days to help ease her into it.
"That would be great. See you then."