Santa's Naughty Helper | Patreon Monthly Story

This year my Patrons at the Derren Grathy Patreon voted for a holiday Cuckqueaning episode, and thus Santa's Naughty Helper has been delivered. 'Tis the season for sharing, and so you all can enjoy the sort of thing produced every month over on my Patreon!

Merry Christmas to you all, and may you all have a very happy New Year!

Patreon Monthly Micro | A Christmas Cuckqueaning

Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas one and all! A certain author has been hard at work in his Patreon workshop making a delightful little winter tale for you all. This time my generous patrons voted for a theme of Cuckqueaning with a Christmas twist! And so we have an eager wife presenting her husband with the best kind of present on Christmas Eve - their hot, nubile babysitter to breed. And since it is the season of giving, I'm sharing this one right away with everyone to enjoy.

A big thank you to all my Patrons this time of year for supporting all my efforts and making stories like this possible. I appreciate your patronage and look forward to what the New Year will bring. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a horny night!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Full Moon Abduction

It's the first of the month, which means last month's Patreon-sourced Monthly Mini story is released! The way these mini-stories are produced is by a vote from my $10 Patrons, and in August they actually tied up the result between a Male Monster and a Female Alien theme. Well, I reserved the right to just try one or the other, but instead I made this short story about a cute alien scientist whose faulty ship computer mistakes a werewolf for a human to abduct. It has elements of dubious consent, knotting, interspecies mating, and of course monster-on-alien breeding action. Enjoy!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Day of Conception

For the month of July, my Patreon supporters voted for a story centered around the idea of Captivity. The particular story that resulted from it followed the fertile plight of a woman kidnapped months previously, forced to watch a tape her captor proclaimed to be the moment he knocked her up. The evidence swelled before her eyes on her own belly, and chained to the bed as she would be every morning, she is forced to watch her own impregnation and experience what it's like to be his fucktoy in the deepest of ways.

Naturally this story covers topics of dubious consent, coercion, sexual slavery, and the emotions that come from such a conflicted breeding. If that sort of thing isn't going to tickle your fancy, then look forward to next month's lighter story. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this one and consider supporting my efforts through my Patreon and buying my premium works through Smashwords and Amazon.

Enjoy!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Blacked by the Refugee

Here's the Patreon Monthly Mini Story for April 2018, which is available to Patrons ahead of time in thanks of their support.

This one is special enough to get a disclaimer given the subject matter of the story. Blacked by the Refugee is raceplay impregnation between a German blonde and a Middle Easterner. Technically not 'blacked', but it fits in with the themes of that series, but more importantly it plays off of the migrant crisis and is definitely hardcore on the raceplay side of things. If that kind of subject isn't your cup of tea, don't bother with this one. Otherwise enjoy and consider supporting my Patreon for early access to works like these and more!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Fertility Treatments Chapter 3

This is the Monthly Mini Story for the month of March. If you like these free stories and would like to see them on release while supporting my writing/posting efforts, please consider joining my Patreon where you can also vote for the subjects of these Monthly Mini’s. Otherwise, enjoy!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Captured Cunt

She knelt on the entrance rug, naked. Her task was to wait for his return, however long it took. The air in the room swept lazily along the basement’s cement walls before sweeping across her naked skin. It chilled her, rose the goosebumps across her breasts and forearms, but she dared not to put anything on. He didn’t like finding her clothed.

How many months had it been since he brought her here? She tried to recall it, but everything was a haze. The initial anxiety and fear was still there from when he grabbed her in that subway station and clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. Still there, but distant, and now mixed with something more. A certain thrill invaded the hatred she held for her captor, a man whom she’d never met before and yet seemed to know her every secret and desire.

Now she knelt on his rug, in his world, far away from her own. Time, place – it didn’t matter anymore. Only he mattered. When he called, when he left… And when he came. There were his footsteps, coming down the wooden steps, and then the click of the deadbolt locks arrayed along the door. She straightened up as a bolt of strange excitement coursed through her, and watched the brass doorknob turn.

He had come, just as he said he would.

“Ah, right where I left you.”

Not even the air could chill the cold aura his greyish-blue eyes gave. The man wore a black suit, its professional strictness hiding the raw bestial muscle and sinew he cultivated beneath. A predator in hiding, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She met his gaze as best she could, still as an autumn leaf trying to hold on against the breeze.

“Lets see if you deserve my gift today…” he said. He stripped off his outer coat and laid it across the workbench counter. The worn floorboards creaked beneath his step, their age showing beneath his polished boots.

“Have you groomed yourself, Cunt?”

‘Cunt’. That was her name now. What is was before didn’t matter, not to him. The way his fingers laced through her hair, his warm fingertips grazing her scalp, made her head nod under a volition not her own. He passed behind her and hummed.

“Good. You’re learning well enough. Still refusing your full meal though…”

She glanced over towards her food bowl. Half of this morning’s meal still sat in it. The smell of the roasted turkey and spiced stuffing had bothered her all day. Still it was her way of protesting her captivity, to leave as much of his meal rejected as she could despite her craving for all of his offerings.

“Why torture yourself, Cunt? That’s my pleasure to enjoy, not yours.”

He nudged the steel bowl closer with his boot. Its savor wafted up into her nose. Enticing, delicious. Her eyes fluttered and her stomach grumbled. But she averted her eyes and dragged them back up to stare into his.

“Hmph, willful still. I like that spirit, if not its direction.”

The bowl slid back under the workbench with a flick of his foot, and he stood in its place. He grasped the back of her neck, working his fingers into her straining muscles in an idle way as he reached over to his suit jacket on the bench. A box appeared in his hand, a polished black one with a hinged lid.

“Do you know what this is?”

She looked at the box. It was dark purple, polished till it shone. Jewelry of some kind. Still she wasn’t allowed to say a word. Speaking was not what a good Cunt was for. That was a painful lesson to learn, and her pussy quivered at the memory of all those whippings. So she shook her head, and that was enough for him.

“Of course you wouldn’t. But you will enjoy it.” He thumbed the edge of the box, keeping his tight hold on the back of her neck as the lid flicked open. Inside there was a crimson-red choker – no, not a choker, but a collar with a silver-plated tag on its front. On it was etched her name.

“Cunt. See, so no one forgets your name,” he said. She stared at it. That strange thrill passed through her heart again, thumping and seeping down through her belly to pool between her legs. A frown touched her lips, but her thighs clenched together. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself without his permission, but she was desperate to. None of this escaped him either.

“Not that you or I would forget, hmmm? But soon enough I’ll be showing you off, if you are a good Cunt for me.”

As he spoke he took the soft leather from its box and wrapped it about her neck. The fitting was snug, not too tight yet impossible to ignore. She swallowed as felt the cool metal of the front jilt against her throat.

“Ahhh, such a pretty Cunt you are. Now, stand.”

She complied, her body moving without even giving it a thought. She poised herself on her heels, feet together, arms at her sides. There was no more shame she was allowed to feel standing there, nude and exposed. A Cunt wasn’t allowed to wear clothes without his permission. The thin collar alone made her feel more comfortable, more sheltered and safe. And sexy.

“Good girl. Oh, I can see you like it already,” he said, his eyes turning down to her unshaven mound. He liked her natural, though well-groomed. His fingers petted through her soft bush and slid along her moist nether lips. She sucked in a quick breath, but kept her eyes forward like a good Cunt.

“So wet already. You haven’t been touching yourself today, have you Cunt?”

She shook her head. There was a tension between her legs that spread up her back. She tried to stop his fingers from delving deeper, just for a second. But it was enough. He shook his head and clicked his tongue before grabbing her neck and shoving her against the wall.

“Bad girl,” he growled, “Toying without me, and lying to my face. Listen!”

He shoved his fingers into her tightness, fingering her rough and fast. A moan escaped her lips as her hips bucked into his palm. She did as he ordered though. Beneath her quickening breaths she heard her pussy, sopping wet, schlicking loudly to his finger-fucking.

“That’s the sound of a hot and ready pussy, Cunt. Why were you playing with yourself?”

Her mouth opened to speak, but closed immediately at his stern tilt of his head. Instead she connected her eyes to his, her brow uplifting in an apologetic furrow. Horniness began to cloud her mind as within seconds his expert fingers were bringing her to the edge. She tried to concentrate, but her eyes kept falling to his lips. Lips she wanted to have press into her own. Like she wanted all day.

“Ah, I see… Willful, yet still so weak when it comes to that. It is a weakness I’ve cultivated in you. Do you like being so weak for me, Cunt?”

She shook her head, but yelped out when he shoved another finger inside her. Her knees buckled and the sound of his fingering grew louder. Electric shocks jolted up through her belly. A chill wave coursed from her heart as her lie crumbled before his steady gaze. She closed her eyes and nodded, and found herself biting her lower lip.

“That’s better. You’re still a naughty Cunt for playing without me. But I’ll forgive you this time. Today is a special day after all.”

It was a cruel forgiveness. Right as her pleasure was near to climax he withdrew his fingers. She whined and jutted her hips out, trying to recapture his dripping fingers. It wasn’t to be. They trailed their cummy touch up her naked stomach and over her goosebump-covered tits. On her open lips they stopped, giving her a taste of herself that he’d taken from her. Obedience demanded she clean his fingers, and she did with that same needy crinkle on her brow.

“You’re greedy, Cunt. But you’ve made such progress so far. I think it is time for me to breed you.”

Her tongue froze against his fingers. Eyes wide, the shock rattled through her entire body. Despite her heart pumping pulses of icy fear through her chest and belly, the caldron between her legs frothed with traitorous delight. She began to shake her head and plead with him with her silent eyes, but he smirked and shoved his fingers in deeper.

“Mm-mm. No speaking. Cunts are meant to get fucked in all their holes,” he thrust his quim-covered fingers back and forth along her tongue. She’d acquired the taste for her arousal long ago because of him, but even her own arousal wasn’t quelling her terror. He was going to breed her. Fuck his baby into her. Tonight!

“Yes. I’m going to breed you, Cunt. I’m going to inseminate your fertile pussy and knock you up…” He let up from her and stepped back, lifting his head and lowering his voice. “Now, present yourself.”

Her legs began to move, automatically stepping towards the bed where he had mated her again and again. But that was where he was going to fuck her, unprotected. That was where he was going to knock her up. The hesitation drew a growl from him and a sharp slap across her ass.

“Cunt. Present yourself.”

She shivered and bit her lip, but fear petrified her. Her fingers traced against her belly. It was flat, trim, kept that way by his orders and the long nights they spent together. He wouldn’t leave it that way for long if she touched that bed tonight. She opened her mouth, ready to plead, but he would have none of it.

“Such a bad Cunt still,” he said. With a swift motion he scooped her waist in and hoisted her from the wall. As if she weighed nothing, her captor carried her naked body to the bed and threw her down onto the plushy mattress. It took her a moment to recover and crawl back on the sheets, away from the man who loosened the top few buttons of his shirt and threw his belt aside.

“No no no, come here…” he grabbed her ankles and dragged her back down the bed till her thighs parted on either side of his. They tried to close, but he was immoveable. His pants fell to the ground along with his undergarments, leaving his dangerous cock springing and quivering like a warrior’s spear above her vulnerable fuckhole.

“There’s no getting away, Cunt. Not from me.”

He slapped his cock down against her mound. The light fur there did nothing to dull the shock of it. It was bare, hot, and already drooling precum onto her skin. Normally he would wear a condom or use her mouth, but today... Today he was going to bury that babymaking tool inside her wet and ready pussy. Already he was lining up, and she knew his member would cut into her like a knife into butter. As those thoughts rushed through her head he shocked her back to reality with a firm grasp around her new collar.

“You’re going to give me a son tonight,” he said. And as he did, he drove the tip of his unsheathed spear into her.

She yowled. Every time he entered her it felt like the first time. His member was thick, its bulging veins running its length, refusing to cease pulsing against her inner walls. As he jutted a hiss escaped his clenched teeth. The cool countenance of his manner before evaporated to reveal the monster just beneath the surface.

The sensation of his bare length piercing into her was unearthly. Or was it what true sex was meant to be like? True, unprotected, purposeful sex. He bottomed out and let out such a vicious sigh in her ear.

“Going to keep resisting me, Cunt? Even as I make you pregnant…”

Gathering up her squirming hips, he pumped her all the harder. It was a punishment he reveled in inflicting on her. His pelvis ground relentlessly against her upturned clit with every few strokes, sending shockwaves of his lust through a belly that tingled with an ever-rising need for release. It didn’t take much until she gasped like a fish fresh caught in the jaws of a feral beast.

“Cum,” he growled, not ceasing his relentless pace even as she complied with a wordless mewl. A little squeal to accompany her little death, her arms wrapping around her naked chest as spirals of ecstasy erupted inside her naked belly. But he didn’t stop rutting into her. The terrible ecstasy drew her hands against him, pressing against the unstoppable wave of his hard stomach. Every muscle worked to dominate her, claim her, and she couldn’t stop it. And he knew it.

“Good Cunt. Make that pussy ripple around my cock. Yes…”

The viper of a man threatened to dump his poison into her at any moment. His dangerous tool spit strings of precum into her already dripping sex. It squelched, loud and shameless, as another raging orgasm build up despite barely recovering from the first. Her eyes widened, a silent plea for mercy. None was given.

Her orgasmic scream died against his lips, but her body still jerked and shivered out her anguish. Her inner walls collapsed around his ridged member. Every inch of smooth texture concealing the iron-hard core of it submerged into her, every inch taken right down to the hilt in rippling waves. It only made him pin her to the bed entirely beneath him, his fangs shivering with his savage breaths just above her.

“This is breeding, Cunt. Embrace it. You’re made for this. You’ll cum for me till I finish inside you. It is nature – your nature, my nature, our nature.”

His constant stream of talk slipped past all her defenses. They crept into her ears, to the places where he’d tilled the fertile soils of her mind. His voice made her pussy twitch around his bare cock. It made her nipples harden to diamond points against his chest. Despite the fear and hate inside her, the flames of desire for him surged ever higher till she wailed again in a shivering, shaking orgasm.

“Good Cunt. Cum nice and hard – It makes breeding you easier.”

He pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach before she’d even finished. But her emptiness was filled again with his savage lunge, his hips slapping against her ass as his hands reach beneath her to pinch and tug at her nipples. The pillow beneath her face threatened to smother her, but the lusty grunts near to hear ear promised to set her on fire for certain.

“You’re made to cum. For me, for my sperm. In the end you’re just my bitch in heat, craving to be fattened up with my seed.”

The images began racing through her mind, of her stomach bulging out beneath her hands, her smooth skin taut and shiny in the bright lights of his secret prison. Not being able to see her feet beneath the fertile swell of a body not her own anymore. Feeling his baby inside her, squirming, kicking. Growing. She howled and jutted back against his blows, only to have her orgasmic hips pinned all the more surely to the mattress.

“Yesss, cum again! Your stupid pussy knows only how good it feels to be fucked bare. That’s what a Cunt is made for. You were made for my cock. Body, mind, and soul. Made to take my cock and bear everything it gives you!”

He held down her flailing arms and gave the back of her neck a bite. The sharp pain and restraint made her shake beneath him, breaths mixing with gulps of air, moans dying in heady gasps for air. It was as if nothing could fill her lungs with his cock shunting every breath out of her, and still her pussy fluttered. It craved.

Yes, he was right – it wanted this. She wanted this. She wanted him to cum inside her, to knock her up, to make her into his breeding bitch. Her legs curled back till her heels spurred against his rutting hips, his thrusts punishing her ripe upturned ass as she instinctively gave him the perfect access to her depths. And as he knocked against the gates of her womb, as she tilted over her ultimate peak, he growled one last time in her ear.

“You’ll make me a father tonight, Cunt.”

He slammed entire length into her and with a barbaric yawp erupted inside her. The world shattered completely for her. Everything fragmented. Hard spurts of jizz filled her insides. Heated grunts puffed against her neck. Her tits stung in his deathly grip. Stings of his short thrusts burned against her ass.

Disjointed, cosmic pleasure burst from her very core and poured out into places she’d never knew she had, in ways she could not have felt before. Shuddering and panting, she succumbed entirely to him, to this man, a monster who was more than her captor. Their eyes connected in its midst, and he whispered against her lips.

“Take it,” he said, grunts accompanying each of his warm ejaculations into her, “Let it happen. Get pregnant.”

Her eyes rolled, and all she could do was luxuriate in her insemination. His heavy heat ground against her entire body, inside and out, and beneath him she felt clothed. Secure. Happy. The feeling could not have lasted long enough if even it was there the rest of her life.

When he finally pulled out there was a rush of his spunk outwards. He’d filled her beyond what she knew he could make, and his virile seed soothed her aching clit and mound as it drizzled down her nether lips.

What was this feeling inside her? The hate, the fear, the affection, all mixing into a singular, potent obsession. Everything in her world, and even her world itself, was his. An urge to confess it to him overwhelmed her, to tell him that she... Still she shivered and opened her mouth to speak unknowable words, but he pressed his finger to her tired lips.

“Shhhh… I know you do. But no words. A good Cunt doesn’t need to speak.”

Exhausted, she nodded. Her eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open as he let up and redressed himself. She made no such effort, not even to so much as move. Then he spoke again as his second tied boot knocked against the floor.

“Once I leave, groom yourself and eat the rest of your food. Make yourself ready for my arrival tomorrow morning, and every evening and morning after that. And Cunt…”

He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, the kind that could have melted her further into a dazed and happy puddle on the bed. It was short, but in that one moment was her entire existence and meaning as he whispered to her right after.

“Remember to make me a son tonight.”

He turned and left. The sound of his boots against the old floorboards faded until the door shut and its locks clicked behind him. And then, silence. Pangs of pleasure and nervousness echoed through her frame as she rolled onto her back. Tentative and careful, she traced the collar around her neck, and then down over the expanse of her flat belly. Not to be flat for long. She dared not touch her pussy. It had a job to do for him, her captor. Her breeder.

And in those twinkling moments before sleep overcame her, she felt all her apprehension and fear swirl away. Instead there was only anticipation to be on her knees again, sitting quietly and attentive at the door. His beautiful, fertile Cunt to love and fuck and breed his children into - All over again.

Patreon Monthly Mini | Daddy Teaches the Twins

Monthly Mini Stories are products of my Patreon. Patrons get to vote every month on a broad genre of naughty-story they would like to see me write, and I take that feedback and turn it into a free story every month. Patrons get to enjoy the story in advance and receive it in a PDF format like one might enjoy my premium stories.

Daddy Teaches the Twins was the January Monthly Mini commission, inspired from the ask for a daddy-daughter incest story. I hope you all enjoy it, and consider signing up on my Patreon to be able to enjoy these stories right when they are published and even vote on what I make!

Daddy Teaches the Twins

“Come on, it was just one time… for now.”

“Oh. My. GOD! You total bitch!”

Robert startled awake as his front door slammed shut. His daughters were home, and like usual bickering again. After working all day, all he wanted was to have a nice nap. But such a thing was rare in his battleground of a house between his feuding twins. And this time it was particularly bad. Tracy was the first to stomp into the living room and jab her finger at her sister.

“Daddy!” The long-haired blonde yelled, “Did you hear her? She impersonated me so she could fuck my boyfriend!”

“Come on!” The nearly identical Stacy yowled back, “You did the same exact thing with my last boyfriend, and behind my back too. At least I told you right to your face.”

“While you were riding him!” Tracy shrieked. “I know you are not on the pill, and he never wears condoms. Are you trying to make a baby or something?”

“Mmm, trying? Like you and him?” Stacy smirked and cradled her stomach, “Maybe him and I aren’t trying anymore, huh…?”

“Daddyyyy!”

Tracy tackled her father’s shoulder and buried her face into his neck. There she continued her tirade in so many muffled gasps as Stacy cooed and taunted from across the room. There was no saving his nap anymore. Groaning, Robert rubbed the pleasant sleep from his eyes and glared at the ceiling.

“Girls! Stop yelling. Stop fighting. Right now!”

Robert straightened his babbling daughter up with one arm and scooped in the other with a quick grab around her waist. At once their haughtiness ceased and both took on an absolutely girlish tone.

“Daddy,” Tracy said, sweet as a button, “Stacy is a slut.”

“Nooo, Daddy!” Stacy began back, “Tracy’s a liar AND a sl-”

“Shhh! You’re both bad little sluts who’ve interrupted Daddy’s sleep! And did I hear something about a boyfriend?” Robert slapped his hands beneath their skirts and gripped their tight asses. That got through to his horny girls. Tracy squirmed particularly hard.

“He’s nobody, Daddy. Just… just a cute boy from school.”

“Liar,” Stacy smirked, “She’s trying to get preggers from him.”

“P-preg – shut up! You were trying the same thing!”

“Well I’m not gonna let you be the first one, like always!”

Like always, Robert’s girls shared a remarkable amount of things – hobbies, boyfriends, fetishes – but bickered about who got what constantly. They were eighteen years old and still fought like children. They were too old to be bent over his knee anymore, but Robert found a different way to get his cock-hungry daughters to play nice.

“You both know the rules: No boyfriends. Daddy’s enough for you both,” Robert said. Stacy and Tracy’s eyes lit up, though cautious. They had been very naughty after all.

“Are you mad, Daddy?” Tracy asked. “I just… couldn’t wait to be a mother.”

“Me neither,” Stacy whined. Already he could feel his daughter’s need moistening their panties. The same went for her sister. Both were starving for cock, and more than just a good fucking. Robert shook his head and began to unclasp his belt.

Daddy’s horny girls needed some inbreeding.

“You’re both being very bad girls,” he said, dropping his belt on the ground beside his chair and unzipping his jeans. “Getting a boyfriend and not even sharing him like good sisters should…”

“We’re sorry!” the girls said in unison. Their eyes were fixed on their father’s lap as he fished his cock out of his boxers.

“Not good enough, girls. You also interrupted Daddy’s nap, so you’re going to have to make me feel better about that.”

“Yes Daddy!” Stacy was the fastest to drop to her knees and kiss the head of Robert’s member. Tracy was close behind, scowling as her sister’s lips wrapped around her father’s cockhead.

“Tch, greedy slut…” she mumbled, edging her way beneath her sister to kiss her father’s balls.

“Muah! That’s right, Daddy’s mine, just like your boy-mmm!” Robert pulled Stacy hard, bulging her overfilled throat out with every inch of his cock.

“Enough bitching,” Robert growled before letting up his wayward daughter.

“D-Daddy, that’s mean,” The girl coughed and sputtered despite the big smile on her face.

“That’s right, Daddy can be mean. Now girls,” Robert hooked his hands round both of their necks and pulled them in till their noses brushed either side of his cock. “You’re both going to share Daddy’s cock and be nice to one another. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy…” They said.

“Good. Now kiss and make up,” Robert pressed his twins’ lips against either side of his stiffened cock. Neither of his girls resisted. They worked his shaft immediately, their soft mouths kissing and licking either edge of their father’s twitching cock. Their matching blonde hair framed their faces, both close-eyed and reveling in the taste of the thing that helped make them eighteen years ago. And as they both rose to the mushroomed head their lips connected and their tongue wrestled around it.

“Good girls…” Robert petted their lightly bobbing heads. The animosity between them at first fueled their almost violent kissing, as if battling to get more of Daddy’s cock into them. But the mirror-match quickly devolved into the sweet, lusty make-out session that only loving sisters could enjoy. Their little mewls and smacking lips and roving tongues turned on their father something fierce.

“Mmmm, now isn’t that how you two should always be?”

The girls cast their azure eyes up at him and nodded without pausing their ministrations. They kissed while their father’s cock glazed their mouths with spurts of precum that drooled down their chins. It slopped down to their low-cut tops and clung fast to them in sticky strings. They were almost messy enough to coax the cum out of Robert’s balls right there. But he couldn’t allow that. Reluctant to end their harmonious dick-worship, Robert nonetheless peeled his gasping daughters off.

“Feeling better?” he asked. His girls nodded, their meek smiles and chins dripping with familial juices.

“Daddy, I’m horny… I want a baby,” Tracy confessed.

“Me too,” Stacy added, “Will you let Tracy’s boyfriend knock us up now?”

“No,” Robert said. Before his crestfallen angels could so much as whine he scooped them up under each arm. They squealed and squirmed as he carried them off to his bedroom where he’d taken them many times before. They weren’t trying to get away, not even when he tossed nymphs onto his bedsheets and tore open the fronts of their blouses buttons and all.

“No more boyfriends, you bad little girls.”

“But Daddyyyy,” Tracy scowled as her nubile tits bobbled free.

“No ‘buts’ about it, from you either,” Robert shot a look at his other pouting daughter.

“But I want a baby soooo bad, Daddy…” Stacy said. “Why won’t you let us make you grandkids already?”

“Because Daddy doesn’t want grandkids,” he said, planting his hands on their hot, flat bellies. “Daddy want’s more sons and daughters from his bad little girls. Understand?”

They did, and simultaneously stripped their soaking panties from their fertile hips and flipped their mini-skirts up over their exposed bellies. They knew the drill, but this time their hips almost shivered with excitement. Throwing his clothes beside those belonging to his girls, Robert dragged them down the bed till their legs dangled over the edge.

“Daddy, I want to have your baby first!” Tracy spread her thighs wide.

“No, Daddy! Knock me up first!” Stacy bucked her hips and spread even wider.

“Hey, you’re the one who-”

“Shhhhh,” Robert grabbed both girls by the pussy and sank his fingers into their wet holes. Both almost sucked him in all the way to his knuckles – twin pussies desperate for incestuous satisfaction. Despite their squirming and moaning, Daddy began to pump them.

Tracy gripped her bare chest right beneath her breasts, her crossed arms squishing her tender tits together into such an inviting cleavage. Her tight pink nipples perked up, tightened by the cool air, and popped easily into her Daddy’s hungry mouth.

“Ooo-Oh! Daddy…” Tracy mewled. “Daddy’s sucking them…”

“Get used to it,” Robert said, lathering his girl’s perky tits with his tongue, “My babies are always hungry for these pretty little things.”

“Daddy,” Stacy sang out and pressed her identical tits against her sister, “I need to get used to it too!”

“Yes you do,” Robert said, leaving his first daughter’s tits shimmering with his lavish spittle before beginning the same on his second. Stacy squirmed and moaned, a little louder than Tracy had. But that didn’t last long. Robert curled his fingers inside the frowning blonde’s pussy till her whines melted away into a lewd moan, one that was matched by her sister when Robert gave her titty a little bite.

“Daddy! Babies don’t bite,” Stacy said.

“But Daddy’s do,” Robert gave her other nipple a raking with his teeth. That set her pussy ablaze, squirming and crushing in around his far-delving fingers. The twins bucked their hips in tandem against their father’s palms like a pair of pistons, firing up their fertile cores till they simply couldn’t be ignored.

“Mmmmph,” Tracy bucked helplessly against her father’s rutting hand, “Daddy, you’re so deep…”

“Oh? I don’t think its deep enough,” Robert said. The slurping of his fingers escaping her pussy was quickly drowned by her deep moan, a moan muffled by his fingers dripping with her own quim. Their beautiful blue eyes glued onto Robert as he lined his hardened member up with Tracy’s tightness.

“Daddy…” Tracy bit her lower lip, “We’re ovulating today...”

“Daddy knows,” Robert said as he sank his bare cock into his daughter’s bare pussy. The girl moaned and arched back into the pillows while her envious sister watched. The way Stacy’s inner walls clasped tight around Robert’s fingers copied the way Tracy’s rippled about his member. They were twins after all, and both perfect Daddy’s girls.

The headboard began thumping against the wall. Robert wasted no time in shunting his dick deep into his virginally-tight daughter. Just the same, Tracy huffed and whined as her tiny teen pussy got stretched out. The air began to fill with the smucking sounds of twin slits getting filled and unfilled, faster and faster.

“Oh – oh – OH! Daddy, you’re so big and – umph!”

“Bigger than her boyfriend,” Stacy added, rubbing her own pussy besides her father’s hand and watching her sister’s slit getting stuffed. “Its not fair… I can take Daddy’s cock better…”

“Oh can you?” Robert groaned and pulled out of his writhing Tracy with a slurp. The sad little whine on the left was quickly covered by the lewd yowl on the right. Stacy braced herself half against the bed and half against her sister.

“Ah-ah! D-daddy, go slow…” she begged. Robert shook his head.

“Your sister lubed me up nicely,” Robert said, slapping his quim-dripping member against Stacy’s hesitant slit. “So you’re going to take Daddy right down to the root, honey. All at once…”

“But Daddy I’m –”

“Daddy’s fertile slut,” Robert growled and shoved himself in deep. Stacy howled and squeezed her sister tight, shaking as her body struggled to take him in all the way. But take him she did, unable to resist her father’s strength and lust. He grinned along with Tracy as they watched the once spirited girl lose all her confidence and composure.

“Thank your sister for all that slippery cum, honey.” Robert said, pounding her twat with hard whaps of his hips.

“Th-tha-thank you-oh-oh!” Stacy managed as her whole petite frame jilted with every fall of his hips. Robert turned to his other girl, her legs still spread-eagle to show off her own creaming pussy.

“Hear that Tracy? Now give your nice sister a kiss…” Robert’s cock throbbed as Tracy nodded, the blush on her cheeks matching her sister’s. Stacy’s moans disappeared into her sister’s soft lips, the light smacks and suckling sounds nearly pushed Robert over the edge.

“OH! Daddy, your cock slipped out,” Stacy whined.

“Mmm, my turn again,” Tracy raised her leg like a bitch in heat, draping it over her still-whining sister.

“Nooo, he fucked you longer. I want more!”

“You’re not as good a fuck as me. How do you think I got a boyfriend, huh?”

“You stole my last-”

“Enough!” Robert grabbed Tracy and yanked his teasing slut of a daughter overtop her blonde sister. Belly to belly, his twin girls smooshed together as he pressed their waggling hips together. Both sluts squealed and writhed, their sweaty skin glistening as their legs framed their identical pussies lined up for their Daddy to use.

“You’ve both been very bad girls,” he said, slapping his cock first against Tracy’s slit before doing the same to Stacy’s below. “If you don’t play nice with one another, you’re not going to get any of Daddy’s babymakers tonight.”

“No, please!” Stacy moaned.

“Daddy! We’ll be good, we promise!” Tracy added. Both voices shivered with desperation, their bodies left stranded halfway to climax. Now their vulnerable pussies sopped with need. Tracy’s pink slit drooled onto her sister’s, and Robert thrust his cock between their slippery mounds and sensitive clits.

“Good. Now be good sisters while Daddy fucks you...”

Their golden hair tangled together, dampened already by the heat of one another, and their naked mounds yielded nicely to the thrusts of their father’s cock. Robert couldn’t remember a time this week when his daughters were so quiet together, with only the little smooches and whines coming from their lips. They wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

“That feels so good, Daddy…” Tracy moaned.

“Put it in me – I mean us, Daddy!” Stacy begged.

Robert couldn’t agree more. The edge of his shaft grazed along both girls back and forth till their waggling, humping hips threatened to crush his member in the frothy mess he made between them. Both of their gaping holes were so inviting, but it was Tracy who got the bone first.

“Da-Daddy – oh fuck!” she stammered, her girlish hole struggling to accommodate her father’s manly girth again. Tracy’s fingers gripped her sister’s tits as she lifted back to try to see behind her. But Robert caught his curious daughter’s hair in a stern grip.

“Keep your eyes on your sister,” he commanded, pumping her fuckhole with a steady gait. “Tell her what Daddy’s doing to you.”

“O-okay Daddy… umph, oh… Daddy’s filling me up so much sis…”

“Yeah? I can feel his balls hitting my clit,” Stacy gulped between her huffing breaths, “And Daddy’s cock, it’s… it’s bulging your belly against mine. Ughhh, its sliding so far up and up till it stops, and then back down and… Fuck!”

Robert pressed his cock back into Stacy, spearing into his moaning daughter with his member dripping with her sister’s juices. Still he kept his other daughter filled. He shoved two fingers back into his mewling girl on top, keeping her tightness stretched for when he would come to fuck her again.

“I feel it too, Stacy! He’s fingering me. Daddy’s fingering me as he fucks his cock up inside you. His big, fat Daddy cock! Come back, Daddy! Put it back in -Mmmm!”

Already Tracy was getting fuck-drunk, and so was Stacy. Both huffed and panted like bitches in heat. Because they were twin bitches desperate to get inbred, and their father was intent on filling his sweet girls with his litter.

Back and forth Robert filled his girls. While he pounded into Tracy his balls slammed against Stacy’s quivering pussy lips. When he rutted into Stacy he kneaded Tracy’s pert little ass. Twin pairs of legs entwined and grappled back around their father’s jutting hips, pulling him closer and closer the higher their ecstasy rose. It was Stacy who began to tense up first.

“D-Daddy, I’m… I’m getting close.”

“Me too. I’m going to cum on Daddy’s cock.”

Tracy tensed up with her sister, the two hugging each other tight and kissing each other in blind passion. It didn’t matter that they missed half the time, kissing cheek and chin and nose. Their eyes were rolling back in their heads, their minds rocketing through the clouds to the quickening tempo of Robert’s headboard slamming against the wall.

“That’s it, cum for Daddy girls,” Robert bore down, pressing them both into the bed and watching their blushing faces mewl and moan beside one another. “Cum hard so Daddy’s sperm makes some pretty babies in you both.”

“Oh Daddy, give me a baby!” Tracy wailed.

“Knock me up, Daddy!” Stacy screamed.

And Robert did just that. With a roar he gripped their fertile hips tight and buried his spurting cock inside Tracy. Three ropes of potent spurt blasted into his topmost daughter’s pussy, splattering the teen’s fertile womb with incestuous babymakers. The heat of his gooey load set her off like an overdrawn bow.

“He-he’s cumming in me!!” Tracy shrieked, her pussy collapsing into a fit of orgasmic pulses. The sensless girl writhed atop her sister, clawing and kissing and hugging her tight. But Robert wasn’t done. Despite the death-grip pull of his little girl’s pussy, it couldn’t keep her father from yanking free and plunging right into Stacy’s quivering hole in time to shoot inside her too.

“D-Daddy’s cum is – is - UGHH!” Stacy couldn’t say anymore as she arched up hard enough to hoist her sister with her bucking. Thick shots of Robert’s spunk pelted her unprotected cervix. Millions of swimmers slammed against her innermost places, the same kind that had made her and her sister over eighteen years ago.

Another three healthy globs shot up inside her before Robert pulled free of his daughter’s wild sex. Jerking himself off with their quim lubricating his member, Robert glazed their twin pussies with the last spurts of his fatherly cum. His girls, sweaty and gasping with their mutual ecstasy, moaned and humped their Daddy’s cum with their rubbing pussies till his incestuous seed stringed and frothed between them.

"It's so hot... Daddy's sperm..." Tracy sighed.

"Yeah..." Stacy just cooed in agreement and ground her cummy sex up against her sister's. Robert caught his own breath, his loins still pulsing with satisfied need and drizzling it out onto his girls.

"Are you going to be good girls for Daddy now?"

"Yes Daddy," Tracy said. "No more boyfriends. Just Daddy."

"We're full of Daddy's babies anyhow!" Stacy added, a giggle rippling through both girls.

"Good..." Robert sighed. That interrupted nap sure sounded mighty good at that point, until their giggling stopped.

"But Daddy..." Stacy pouted and looked up at her father while touching her messy slit. "You came more in Tracy. I felt it!"

"Nu-uh! He fucked you longer," Tracy replied, "I'll still have his baby first."

"No way! I'm going to have twins from Daddy's extra-fucking!"

"Wahh!? Daddy! It isn't FAIR! Fuck me till I have twins too!"

"Bad girls," he growled, unable to hide his smile as he flipped his girls over so Stacy came out on top. "Daddy's going to fill you both so full of babies you'll be grounded for nine months!"

The blondes squealed in delight, waggling their ripe hips at him as the same cum that made them leaked from their fertile twats. Both were already going to get knocked up, probably with twins of their own, and Robert knew he was just exponentially multiplying his problems...

But that didn't stop him from slapping his hardening cock back against their naughty little twats. He had to be a good Daddy after all and make sure his girls learned their lesson - the hard way!