"Huh~ huh~ that is something…." I sat back in Mom's vanity chair, my own breathing a slow, deep drumbeat finally settling into a normal rhythm. The wooden frame creaked softly under my weight as I leaned back, taking in the glorious, debauched sight before me. The air in the bedroom was thick and heavy, a cocktail of sweat, sex, and satisfaction.
Cathy and Vera were sprawled across the mom bed, a tangle of limp, beautiful limbs and rumpled silk sheets. They lay side-by-side, their chests rising and falling in rough, ragged unison.
Every few seconds, a faint shudder would run through one of them—a leg twitching, a hand jerking—a final, involuntary echo of the intense pleasure that had just racked their bodies. They were basking in the deep, all-consuming afterglow of our mating session, completely and utterly satisfied, and probably ver sore.
Looking down their forms, a possessive pride swelling in my chest. Their bellies, once toned and flat, were now softly, distinctly rounded, swollen and full with the massive loads of my cum I'd released deep inside them. They looked like they were a good three months pregnant, each of them. It was a sight that never failed to trigger something primal in me.
As I watched, a single, pearly drop of milk escaped from Cathy's swollen nipple, tracing a slow path down the curve of her breast. A moment later, Vera's did the same, leaking onto the sheet beneath her. The combination of their cum-filled wombs and lactating breasts painted the perfect, erotic picture of women well and truly bred.
"Damn," I whispered to the silent, hazy room, a low chuckle rumbling in my throat. "That was amazing… Hehehe,"
Neither of them could possibly go on. Mom's head was lolled to the side, her fiery red hair matted to her damp forehead. Vera's usually pristine dark curls were a wild halo around her face, her lips parted as soft, sleep-like puffs of air escaped them. They had finally, completely fainted for the night.
I stood up and walked to the edge of the bed, my eyes tracing the evidence of my possession. Their pussies were reddened and beautifully swollen, a testament to the rough, relentless fucking I'd given them.
Their inner thighs were slick with a mix of their arousal and my spend, their entire bodies sheened with a light layer of sweat that made their skin glow in the dim light.
"You two are gonna feel this tomorrow," I murmured, a grin tugging at my lips. I knew they'd wake up with that good kind of soreness, a deep, muscle-deep ache that would remind them with every step of the hours they'd spent screaming my name. It was just the best.
As a gentleman—a gentleman with a very particular set of skills—I know when to stop and when to go for more. Pushing them further tonight would have been cruel, even for me. They'd given me everything they had, and then some. Hence, the night was over for them.
For me, however, it was just an intermission, even now, I know that I can still fuck, my balls right not felt like it was reloading the next shot.
I left the bedroom, padding naked and unconcerned into the hallway. The cool air of the apartment was a shock against my heated skin, a welcome sensation. The deep, thrumming energy that always coursed through me after a intense session was still there, but the tank needed refueling.
"I needed carbs and sugar. Stat." I was running on empty, and if I wanted to keep this engine purring,
The kitchen was a realm of sleek, dark surfaces and humming smart-appliances, a stark contrast to the organic, primal mess I'd left in the bedroom. The faint, ever-present orange glow of the polluted city skyline bled through the slats of the window blinds, casting long shadows. I could hear the distant, muted whir of a maglev craft somewhere out there in the smog.
I yanked the fridge door open, the light blinding me for a second. The cold air washed over me. Bliss.
"Alright, what've we got…" I mused, scanning the shelves. My eyes landed on the prize: a massive, foil-wrapped breakfast burrito leftover from this morning.
'Perfect.' Next to it, a six-pack of Synth Cola, the neon green liquid promising a potent hit of caffeine and sugar. I grabbed one of each, the cold of the can a shock against my palm.
I ripped the foil off the burrito with a satisfying crinkle and took a huge bite. Eggs, synth-beef, potatoes, and a generous dash of hot sauce. It was exactly what I needed.
I washed it down with a long pull of the Synth Cola. The fizz was intense, a thousand tiny pinpricks exploding on my tongue, so cold it almost hurt my teeth. I let out a contented sigh, leaning back against the cool countertop.
I noticed it then, the faint, pleasant ache in my own muscles. I flexed an arm, grinning to myself. When it comes to sex, I'll admit it, I'm proud of my stamina. In this new life, in this young, powerful body, it was one of the simple, profound joys.
I could go for hours, round after round, and still feel like I could take on the world. It was a primal, alpha feeling that never got old. It was a far cry from my old life, and damn, was it a welcome upgrade.
"Hmmm~" I was just polishing off the last of the burrito when a soft sound made me turn.
Vera was leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in a silken black robe that she'd clumsily tied shut. She looked wrecked in the most beautiful way possible—her eyes heavy-lidded, her walk a slow, careful waddle. She winced with a slight step.
"Dios mío, Sael," she breathed, her voice hoarse.
"I feel like I've been run over by a truck…. A very, very good truck."
"Hehehe, truck huh," I chuckled, opening my arms. She shuffled over and leaned into my chest with a grateful sigh.
"That was the idea, Tía," I said, kissing the top of her head. "You okay?"
"Mmhmm," she mumbled into my skin.
"More than okay…. Your mom is out cold already…. I woke up thirsty. My throat is raw." She gave me a playful, weak slap on the chest. "I blame you and your… insatiable cock..."
"Guilty as charged," I said, smiling. I reached for another Synth Cola, cracked it open with a sharp
"Pshht-zzk!" and handed it to her. "Here… Hydrate. You'll need your strength."
"Gulp~ ahh~" She took a delicate sip, then a longer gulp, sighing as the cool liquid soothed her throat. Her free hand drifted down to rest on her swollen belly, a look of awe on her face.
"Dios... You filled us up so much, mijo. Look at my bell, I looked pregnant as heck."
"It does feels good, right?" I asked, my tone shifting to genuine concern, my hand covering hers on her stomach.
She looked up at me, her dark eyes soft and full of affection.
"I feel incredible… So, stuffed of you. It's… it's all I ever want to feel." She rose on her tiptoes, wincing slightly again, and kissed me. It was slow and sweet, tasting of synth-cola and sleep.
"Now, are you coming back to bed? To sleep, this time," she added with a laugh, seeing the mischievous glint in my eye.
"In a bit," I promised, giving her a gentle swat on the rear. "Go on…. Get back to Mom… I'll be there soon."
"Alright~" She nodded, taking the soda with her and padding slowly back down the hall, leaving me alone in the kitchen again.
Still, completely naked in the middle of the kitchen, the cool, polished ceramic tile slightly shocking the soles of my feet, a fresh, ice-cold can of Synth Cola, the metallic tab hiss sounding aggressively loud in the otherwise silent apartment, and was halfway through a massive, savory space-burrito wrapped in nutrient foil.
The crunch of the crisp tortilla and the spicy, synthesized filling hitting my tongue was pure bliss. Vera already left me and entered her own bedroom, we both know that both her and Mom, cannot handle more sex tonight, despite both of them said, they can handle more.
So, at the moment, I looked like a typical middle age man, standing in the middle of the kitchen, late at night, eating and drinking cola alone.
"God, that sounds amazing."
I paused mid-chew and looked up, a satisfied grin splitting my face.
Emerging from the hallway leading to her room was Emily, looking like a glorious, post-coital disaster. She was wearing only her favorite thin, white tank top—no bra, clearly—and was entirely bare naked below. The fabric of the tank was slightly rumpled, riding up just enough to expose the faint shadow of her abdominal muscles.
But my gaze skipped right over that. The heat in the kitchen seemed to intensify as I registered the sight of her lower half. Her beautiful, pink pussy was completely exposed, glistening with a slick sheen under the harsh kitchen lighting. It wasn't just wet; it looked actively used and utterly swollen.
"Well, hello there," I said, taking another massive bite of the burrito, trying to sound casual despite the immediate spike of blood flow to my already massive cock. It wasn't hard to guess what had transpired. "Looks like you've been having a little fun yourself…."
Emily sauntered over, moving with that lazy, liquid grace that always made my blood boil. The subtle slap of her bare feet on the floor was the only sound besides my chewing. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with satiety and need, and her cheeks were flushed crimson.
"Fun is an understatement, Bro," she purred, leaning into me.
Before I could reply, she closed the distance, her hands coming up to cup my face roughly, pulling me down into a loud, deep kiss. It was aggressive, possessive, and tasted strongly of desperate, fruity breath mints and lust.
"Mmph! Slllrrppp~ Hmmmpphhh~~"
She didn't just kiss me; she absolutely melted into my arms, pressing her soft, warm body against my still-hard frame. I dropped the burrito onto the counter—it could wait—and secured my arms around her tight, naked waist, pulling her closer so that her slick pussy ground against my thigh.
"God, you taste so fucking good," she managed, pulling back just enough for a ragged gasp of air.
She immediately started rubbing her barely contained chest and torso heavily against my own. "Me and Bella were… Well, we were pleasing ourselves. Bella and I fingered ourselves like bitch…. We had to…. We couldn't help it."
"Really?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Really," she insisted, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper.
"How the hell is anyone supposed to hold back when the sound of Mom and Vera moaning like banshees and the skin being slapped so loud is echoing through the entire apartment?" She ran her hands down the curve of my naked back, her touch sending shivers everywhere.
She imitated the sound, a rough, wet "PAH! PAH! PAH!" that made me laugh out loud, a deep, satisfied rumble.
"Hahahah~ So you two went and had a quick session to tide yourselves over, hmm?" I teased.
"Tide us over? Sael, we practically drowned the bathroom floor," she confessed, biting her lip. "It made us so insanely horny knowing you were right there, just pounding them senseless for hours…."
With a sudden burst of energy, Emily pushed me gently back, then hoisted herself up gracefully, setting herself right on the edge of the sleek, cold kitchen counter. She reached out and snatched my Cola, taking a long, defiant sip. The synthetic sweetness of the drink contrasted sharply with her flushed, predatory look.
She swung her legs lazily, the motion causing the sheen on her pussy to catch the light again.
"I'm not kidding, Sael," she said, handing the can back to me.
"Mom and Vera were ridiculously loud…. Me and Bella could hear every gasp and every thump and frankly, we knew you were just absolutely filling them up."
I took the can back, the cool metal a welcome contrast to my heating palms. "Well, I did promise them a thorough breeding session…. They were good girls and earned a good hard fucking…."
"And we're good girls too," she countered immediately, locking eyes with me. Her expression became intensely demanding. "We waited patiently…. Bella and I need our turn. Will we get it? Bro~ we need some of that big cock of yours as well…. please~"
"Of course, you'll get some, Sister~" I confirmed easily, already feeling my energy levels stabilizing. My heart was pounding, fueled now not just by food and drink, but by the sight of my two eager sisters. "Just need to rehydrate a bit more…. You know the drill."
"If I'm gonna be fucking you both… gotta fill the tank a little bit…" I picked the burrito back up, intending to finish the last few bites.
"Hmmm?!" Before I could even lift it to my mouth, I felt two strong, warm arms wrap around my torso from behind, simultaneously trapping the discarded towel and my own naked body against a new source of heat.
"Papi is hungry? We're hungry too~" a melodic voice whispered directly into my ear.
It was Bella. currently, a completely naked, eager source of intense pressure against my back.
"Bella, mija, puta" I murmured, recognizing the scent of her favorite, slightly musky body spray mixed with raw, heavy arousal.
"Grab! Slick!" She wasn't interested in small talk. Her hands immediately abandoned my torso, sliding down—one moving low to tug gently at my increasingly swollen balls, the other wrapping around the thick, hard cylinder of my cock.
"Oh, you're ready already," she sighed, stroking me with deliberate, practiced ease. She squeezed my throbbing shaft, eliciting a low, approving groan from me.
"Your dick is so warm, brother…. I want it, Sael. I want your big, fat dick fucking my pussy right now. this tight little pussy been so lonely without your cock in it…."
I leaned back, resting my head against hers. I reached one massive hand behind me and slapped her perky, giant ass with force.
"PAH! PAH!"
The sound echoed off the kitchen cabinets.
"Ahhnn~ fuck!!" Bella gasped, not in pain, but in ecstatic surprise, pressing her slick front even harder against my back.
"Don't rush your Papi, Bella," I chuckled, finishing the last of the burrito and swallowing the bite down with a long, satisfying gulp of Cola.
"I promised you both, didn't I? You will be thoroughly fucked shortly…. But first, a little something else I've been looking forward to."
"Ka-chunk!" I tossed the empty burrito foil into the smart-recycler, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
The moment of replenishment was over. Now, the main event was beginning. I turned my full attention back to Emily, who was still perched expectantly on the counter, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Bella, not to be deterred, simply moved around me and stood right beside me, her hand still firmly wrapped around the base of my pulsing cock, continuing her rhythmic, perfect stroking.
"You're done eating your recharge food, big brother?" Emily asked, a seductive smirk curling her lips.
"Mmm. Fully charged," I confirmed, setting the can down.
"Oh! Ahhhnnn~ Grab!!" In a move so sudden and aggressively sensual it took my breath away, Emily leaned forward and grabbed both of her heavy, round breasts. She squeezed them hard, her knuckles white.
"Spluuurt! Spluuurt! Splash!!" With a powerful, directed pressure, a thin, perfect stream of white liquid shot from her dark nipple, flying across the gap between us and hitting me square on the chin and cheek.
"What the…..." I blinked, momentarily surprised by the intensity of the spray. The scent was rich and sweet, instantly familiar.
"There…. I am lactating now, Bro…. How about that…... Hehehe, just like you wanted… it's good Right?~" Emily giggled, a breathy, triumphant sound.
"Lick, Gulp!" I licked the milk trail from my chin, savoring the creamy, warm taste. The thought of my sister generating this rich, nourishing fluid just for me, just because I asked, was overwhelmingly satisfying.
"Hmmm~ It's incredible, Ems," I said, my voice dropping to a low growl. "I love it…. I love my sister full of milk for me."
"Good," she murmured, her smug look intensifying. She immediately grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me forward and guiding my face toward her swollen, glistening breast. "Then drink it, Bro…. Drink all of my milk, you fucker…. It's all for you."
"Schlurp. Schluuup. Schluuuuuurp." My mouth found her nipple immediately. I clamped down hard, latching on with primal fervor.
"AHHHH!!! AAHHNNN!! FUCK! You, rough motherfucker!" The sudden, intense suction caused Emily's eyes to roll back into her head. She gripped my hair, pulling my head hard against her chest, encouraging the deep pull.
"Oh, god," she moaned, the sound thick and wet.
"Yes! Suck it, Sael! You drink all your good sister's milk! It's all yours, all for fueling your big, strong body! AHH!"
"Smack♥ slurp, mm, mmm." I sucked deeply, feeling the warm, creamy liquid flood my mouth, simultaneously replenishing my energy and driving my arousal through the roof.
While my lips were busy on Emily's chest, Bella was still stroking my cock—harder now, her breath coming in ragged pants as she watched me feed from her cousin.
"Papi, me too!" Bella suddenly demanded, her voice tight with competitive urgency.
She took my free hand, the one I hadn't used to steady myself on the counter, and roughly guided it to her own chest. Her breasts were just as heavy and round as Emily's, and her nipples were dark, hard buttons already glistening with tiny beads of liquid.
"I'm lactating for you too," Bella whimpered, pushing her breast into my hand. "Feel how full I am, Papi? You have to drink my milk too…. Suck my milk out just as hard…."
My brain noted the shift in dynamic—it was no longer just a shared sexual experience, but a competition of devotion. They both wanted to be the primary source of my sustenance and pleasure. I was happy to indulge them both.
"GRAB!! SQQUUEEZZEE!!!" I used my left hand to roughly grab Emily's other breast, fondling it aggressively while simultaneously switching my mouth to Bella's waiting nipple.
"SLAP!! PAH!" I slapped Emily's breast, causing her to gasp sharply in pleasure and pain.
"Bella's turn now, Ems," I rumbled against her chest, my tongue already working hard on Bella's breast.
"Suck!! Schlurp. Schluuup. Schluuup." I latched onto Bella, pulling deep, satisfying suckles from her.
"GUOO~! Oh, fuck, Papi, yes! That suction! You're driving me crazy! Suck me dry, please, suck all this milk and then use that power to fuck me!" Bella let out a drawn-out, guttural moan, clutching my shoulder so tightly I could feel the dig of her nails.
Meanwhile, I was using my hand to abuse Emily's breast, kneading it, squeezing and twisting the nipple between my fingers.
"Ugh! Sael! No, don't stop me, rougher! PAH! Slap it! Make it hurt, so I know it's yours!" Emily choked out, leaning her head back, loving the simultaneous acts of feeding and abuse.
"SUCK!!! SLLUURRRPP!!!! PAH!" I kept sucking hard on Bella, my mouth drawing the milk rapidly, while my hand kept up the rough treatment on Emily, administering another loud, possessive to her lactating flesh. My cock, held perfectly by Bella's hand, was now rigid and throbbing, demanding entry.
"Good Bitch," I praised, my voice muffled by the mouthful of Bella's warm, sweet milk.
"Oh, Sael, me first… please~" Bella moaned, her hips pressing hard against my hand.
Bella was pressed against me, her Latina curves vibrating with anticipation. I had her full, heavy breast in my mouth, sucking hard, tasting the creamy, slightly sweet stream of milk, she produced so readily. At the same time, my other hand was buried deep between her hips, two fingers driving rhythmically into her wet, slick pussy.
"Schlurp. Schluuup. Ah, that's good," I murmured, pulling a long draught from her nipple.
"Ah, ahh, nn… Hhhnn!!!" She let out a piercing, drawn-out moan, already at the edge of control. Her fingers dug deep into my shoulders, her whole-body arching as my digits found the perfect rhythm.
"Ahn!!ahh!! Yes! Faster, Papi, please!" she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure.
"Your fingers… they feel so good—ngh!" As Bella melted into my finger fucking, Emily—my energetic, eager blonde little sister—stepped down from the edge of the kitchen counter where she'd been sitting.
"GULP!!! SSLLLLRRRPPPP~!!" She dropped gracefully to her knees on the cold tile floor, a position she knew intimately, and immediately took my burgeoning cock into her mouth.
The contrast was immediate: the gentle, deep pleasure of Bella's breast and the sharp, demanding suction of Emily's mouth. Emily went to work instantly, her technique messy, loud, and utterly dedicated. I heard the wet, eager chaos of her oral fixation.
"Slurp!? Suck… Schlurp. Schluuup. Schluuup," the sounds echoing off the cabinetry. She didn't just suck; she drove her head back and forth, trying to swallow me whole.
I kept one hand firmly planted on Bella's full, perky breast, milking her with aggressive intent, while the fingers of my other hand continued their determined burrowing into her slick core. Bella was losing it, her moans becoming disjointed and high-pitched.
With my free hand, I reached down and grabbed a handful of Emily's soft, blonde hair, using the leverage to seize control of her pace.
"Deeper, Em," I commanded, my voice low and rough.
"Suck My cock hard you little bitch,"
""Ughk. Ughk. Slurp!? Suck… Schluuup"
"That's it, little sister…. Faster." I jammed her head down again, grinding my hips slightly to push my length further down her throat, eliciting a muffled gag that was quickly swallowed.
"Ughh! Ughh!! Fuck! Fuuucckk!!!~" Bella, meanwhile, was winding up like a clockwork toy about to break.
"Shhlliicck!! Squelch! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥" My fingers hit her sweet spot again and again, creating pressure she couldn't handle.
"I—I'm coming! I'm going to—AAAAHHH!!!" she screamed, her body convulsing violently. I felt the sudden, hot gush against my fingers. Bella's climax was explosive, a massive wave of release.
"SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! " Her hips bucked one last time, and I felt the sticky warmth of her cum gushing onto the cold tile floor of the kitchen.
"Ngh♥ Ughh♥ Hnghh♥ Hiiik♥" She collapsed forward slightly, resting her forehead against my chest, utterly spent.
Bella took a shaky breath, stepping back and leaning heavily against the granite kitchen counter, her chest heaving. She was panting hard, trying to regain her equilibrium, a messy, satisfied smile plastered across her face.
"God, Sael," she gasped out, wiping a stray tear of pleasure from her eye. "You know exactly how to ruin me…."
"Of course, I know how to fuck your pussy, Bella," I chuckled, adjusting myself.
"Sllrrrppp~ POP!" Emily released my throbbing cock from her mouth, a glistening trail of spit and pre-cum running down her chin. She didn't pause for a moment. She immediately stood, walked over to the sturdy wooden dining table, and placed her hands flat on the surface, bending at the waist, twerking her perfect, trembling ass.
"Now fuck me, Bro~" she demanded abruptly, without even turning around.
"Don't waste any time, Daddy. I need your giant hard cock in me, now!!" Her voice was breathy and guttural.
She twisted her head slightly, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her blue eyes were dilated, glittering with intense lust, showing me the wet, dark patch already dripping at her core.
I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Here? On the dining table, Em?"
"Yes, here!" she insisted, stamping one impatient foot.
"I can't wait another second…. I'm dripping wet, Sael. I want your cock deep in me, right now."
I loved this urgency. The way my younger sister flipped from playful to demanding to utterly submissive, all focused entirely on my pleasure.
"Well, if Daddy's little girl is begging so nicely..." I drawled, stepping toward her.
"SLAP!! PAH!" I reached out and gave her left ass cheek a sharp, loud smack. The sound cracked through the kitchen silence, making her body jump.
I watched with predatory satisfaction as the creamy flesh of her ass jiggled and settled back down.
"Does my sister really want this cock, right here, right now?" I dirty-talked, my voice low, leaning in close enough for her to feel my breath against her ear.
"Yes, Sael," she whimpered, her obedience immediate.
"Very badly…. Daddy'slittle girl needs Daddy's big cock in her so bad she can't think straight."
That was the magic phrase. I gripped her waist firmly, pulling her back tight against my groin. Her center was already pulsing, hot and slick. Without preamble or hesitation, I lined myself up and slammed my cock deep inside her dripping wet pussy.
"THWACK-CHUK!"
"AAHHH! AAHHH! AAHHH!" The impact made Emily shout incoherently, a wild sound of shock and immediate fulfillment.
I was already driving into her, feeling the heat and the intense, tight grip of her internal muscles. She tensed up instantly, her fingers white-knuckled on the table edge, her breath hitching as she tried to absorb the sudden, forceful invasion.
"Oh, God, Sael, too much, too fast—no, wait, don't stop!" she cried out, her pleasure winning the internal battle. She started grinding back against me fiercely.
"Thrust, Thrust! Thrust," I didn't slow down. Not even a fraction. The high of controlling her utterly consumed me. I fucked Emily hard, rough, and without mercy, maintaining the brutal, rapid pace I had established.
"You love this, don't you, Em?" I grunted, slamming my hips forward.
"THUD! THUD! THUD!"
"Yes! I love it, Daddy, FUCK!!! don't stop!" Her voice was shrill with ecstasy, every thrust drawing a loud, desperate moan from her.
"It's so big! God, YOUR COCK! IS SO FUCKING MASSIVE!!! it feels like it's splitting me open! NGH! Ngh Ughh Hnghh Hiiik"
"PAH! PAH! PAH!" I reached around and slapped her ass again, hard. The skin was already reddening.
"You're taking this pounding beautifully, little sister," I praised, pouring on the dirty talk as I kept the pace unrelenting.
"PAH! Now, I gonna fuck you, womb you little bitch!" I was focused now, driving deeper with every stroke, aiming for the absolute limit. And then I found it. I felt the tight, unyielding barrier of her cervix.
"THUMP! WHAMM!!!!!" My cock slammed against the locked entrance to her womb.
"OUF!! OHH FFFFFUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!" Emily screamed, a sharp, choked sound. "Too deep! Too deep! Oh, Daddy!!!! Too deep! SLOW DOWN!!!!"
"THUMP!!! THUMP!! PAHH!! PAHH!!" My cock kept pounding that spot, thumping against the firm barrier. I grabbed her hips, using my weight to maximize the penetration. Bella watched from the counter, leaning forward, utterly mesmerized and breathing heavily.
"PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!" I slapped Emily's ass again, the sound sharp and demanding.
"I said open up, girl! You want all of Daddy's cock, don't you? Open that womb for me!" I ordered.
"YES DADDY!! YESH!!!! I… I will! I promise, I will! DADDYYY~~~" Emily was shaking violently, riding on the edge of agony and overwhelming climax.
My hand moved swiftly from her ass to her breast, slapping her perky mound with a loud, meaty sound. PAH!
"Be a good girl then! Daddy commands you to open it now!"
"Yes! I'm trying! Ahh!" she whimpered, her hips convulsing.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!" I slapped her ass yet again, a final, disciplinary blow. "Open up!"
"AAAHHHHH AAHHH!!! OOOUUUU!!!!!!" She gave one last, guttural cry, a sound of submission and ultimate release. And then, I felt it. A momentary, subtle shift deep inside her. The tight, hot muscle I had been battering against finally yielded, opening just slightly—just enough.
"AAAAHHH!!! FUCK!!" I roared, gathering every ounce of strength I had, and plunged forward one last time.
"…K-ZZRRUUUKK!!!!-SLAM!" My entire cock was buried, passing the cervix and lodging deep inside the scorching, tight cavity of her womb.
""AAAAHHH!!! GUOO~ OOOOOOOHHH!!!!!!" Emily didn't just moan; she let out a banshee shriek that echoed off the stainless-steel appliances.
"SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!! SSPPUURRRTTT!!!" Her entire body locked up, trembling uncontrollably against the dining table. Her toes curled violently, and she screamed until her voice cracked. She was having a deep, full-body orgasm, harder than any I had witnessed from her before, triggered by the complete invasion.
"GRRRRRR!!! ZZZRRRKK!!!! FSSSSSSHHHHH~" Her womb was incredibly tight, hot, and demanding, wrapping around me like a velvet fist.
"Fuck! That's it, bitch, grip my cock hard… fuuuckk~" The sensation was maddening, primal. Caught in her intense, all-consuming climax, and feeling that incredible, locked heat, my own control shattered instantly.
"THUMP!! PAHH!! PAHH!!" I pulled her hips back against mine and emptied myself completely.
"Spluuurt. Spluuurt. Spluuurt!!!!!!."
I ejaculated deep inside her womb with a relentless force that lasted for dozens of seconds.
"THUMP!! Spluuurt!! THUMP!! Spluuurt!!" I kept thrusting against her convulsing inner core, until I was utterly drained.
"DRIP! DRIP!" The sheer volume of my cum was so intense that when I pulled out slightly, allowing us both to gasp for air, I could already see a faint, visible curve starting to bulge in the lower part of Emily's stomach.
"Huff..Huff..Huff!" I leaned on her back, breathing heavily, completely spent. Emily was still twitching, utterly wrecked, my seed filling her to capacity.
"Good girl," I whispered into her ear, my voice thick with exhaustion and triumph. "My very good, Slutty girl."