MY 16 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER TIED ME UP

 MY 16 YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER TIED ME UP AND DID THIS TO ME 

I swim and play around with my 16-year-old daughter in our backyard pool in our small apartment. I never imagined she'd do this to me. 

I'm a 40-year-old single dad, and yeah, I know conf--essing to these casual, close moments with my teenage daughter can tri--gger people but I never meant it to be this way. 

It all unraveled three years back when my wife ran away and left us.

We'd been together for 18 solid years, I never imagined my wife leaving me and our daughter. However one evening she said she was stepping out to buy something and disappeared. 

It shook me, but my daughter, Riley, absorbed much of it to the heart. She was only 12 then.

She turned into my extension, she was always by my side. Every night Riley will come to my room in sh--ock and fear. My embrace became her safe place.

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Our connection grew not just in the night but into day time. On weekend, most times I'd carry her at my back as I worked. This progressed for a while till she turned 16. 

I had to work early so most times, I recall she would burst into the bathroom, even though I warned against this but Riley made it look innocent. So I let her be 

I'd catch her pee--king sometimes with curiosity in her eyes. I saw it as a phase that would pass.

*

We swam together in the backyard pool. It was something we did to unwind. 

Riley blossomed in a young girl, parading in the bi--kinis she insisted I got for her. They hu--gged her forming cur--ves, like her mother she was well endowed. 

From afar, it was easy to mistake us as a couple. Even the new neighbors thought we were. But I kept it locked down: respectful plays, no lingering tou--ches.

They was that invisible boundary humming between us like a live wire.

*

One hot Saturday, Riley lit up with this idea to invite her best friend, Naomi, for a girls' pool party with me as the unofficial lifeguard.  

"Come on, Dad, it'll be epic—just us three, no suits if we want, total freedom!" 

Riley went on and on about it being a Gen Z thing. In the end she talked me into allow her go bra--less with only her gee st--ring.

To me, since it was a girl's thing. I didn't even have to watch but I'd guard them since it will make Riley happy. 

2

Riley's POV

"Daddy," I whispered as I moved to my dad's bed across the room.

Yesterday, I had asked him to let Naomi join us for a pool party, but he never knew my true intentions.

Daddy still sees me as a little girl. I wish he’d be more honest about the fact that I’m a blossoming Gen Z woman.

"Daddy, are you awake?" I asked again as I leaned over my father’s sleeping body, whispering into his ear. I thought about licking his ears.

No, don’t, I thought to myself. I pulled back, even though I felt my nipples stiffen for him.

Lifting the soft sheet away from his golden skin, I couldn’t help but gasp as his pubic hair came into view. Then I had to fight myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, thick penis appeared, lying proudly on his muscular thigh.

Oh God, it’s so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the large cockhead, so much bigger than any boyfriend I’ve had. Daddy doesn’t even know that I’ve had three boyfriends so far.

Licking my lips, I wondered what it would feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his long shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my lips, and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he wouldn’t wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to rouse once he’d fallen asleep because of his medication and how hard he worked to provide for me.

Maybe this is why I felt so much love and pity, knowing that he does everything he can for me.

"Oh, Daddy, please make your little daughter feel better," I pleaded silently to his sleeping form as I slipped under the sheet and pressed my body against him.

It had surprised me the first time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must have awakened.

It was only after spending several nights in Daddy’s bed that I’d realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again, as the hours passed, his penis would lengthen and thicken as he dreamt.

But again, he did not know I experienced all this. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his hardness against me.

Over the years, I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy’s bed as he slept, although most nights I’d only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I ran.

Only twice had I stayed right through until morning, but both times he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most conservative pajamas, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I’d lain naked in his arms for hours.

The first time he’d ejaculated as I lay next to him, I’d been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs.

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I fled that first time, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran. I tasted Daddy's sperm for the first time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his seed off my finger.

Since that first night I'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. 

It was in the course of this that I shares my predicament with my friend, Naomi. My bestie and she was more experienced in the arts of love. 

I told her about my family, how my mom left us, how my dad and I practically shared the same room. And she suggested I allow my dad pump me. We came up with the idea of the pool party. 

Knowing my dad, he did not know I was experienced in the way of love. So he readily agreed to my requests, always wanting to please me.

This night as I decided to spend the night in Daddy's bed, have him awaken to my naked body curled against him, preparing him for what was to come. 

4

"Sweetie, wake up! What are you doing in my bed Riley?" was the first thing I heard the next morning as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

"Oh Daddy," I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breasts, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. 

"I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible nightmare," I said in a little girl's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brush against his chest.

"But honey, Jesus" he started to protest, his eyes raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.

"But what Daddy?" I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy's big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, white sauce across my bum and thighs.

"You're not,... I mean you're not dressed Riley, you're naked," he complained with a catch in his voice.

"I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you," I said smiling. If only he knew that I always crush his dick against my ass. 

 "I love feeling the soft silk against my skin," I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my back and thighs, Daddy's sperm coating me.

"You're my daughter sweetie. You know people wouldn't understand you sleeping naked in your father's bed."

"You sleep naked," I pouted. "And besides, who cares what other people think?" I demanded as I pressed insistently against him.

 "Besides, you've seen me naked before – I am your daughter," I added indignantly, "You're supposed to see my body. Is something wrong with it?" I asked laying back and spreading my legs and arms, opening myself to my Daddy's inspection.

"Riley It's just that you're a big girl now. You've become a woman honey," he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach

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"It's not right for you to sleep in your Daddy's bed. You shouldn't look at me honey when I'm naked," he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

"Even though I had a nightmare Daddy? I was so scared," I moaned fearfully.

Daddy couldn't stop himself from pulling me into his warm arms, couldn't stop himself from asking, "What was your bad dream about baby?"

"It was dark Daddy, so dark," I whispered, my lips just inches from his.

 "They attacked me Daddy, in a dark alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly,... they hurt me Daddy," I added, whimpering now.

"Who sweetie? Who were they? What did they do to you honey?"

"They hit me Daddy... so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so much Daddy" I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

"What things Rilee?" Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the defilement of his only daughter, but unable now not to hear all the gruesome details.

"Oh Daddy! It was so terrible," I cried as I wriggled in his arms. 

"The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each time he pushed it into my throat...it hurt Daddy," I wept, my face contorted into a grimace of disgust, "....and then one of the other ones put his finger in my anus, into my ... oh, anus,... you know, my bum Daddy...then he put his penis, his big penis....they weren't circumcised Daddy... it was awful..."

"Its okay sweetie, please stop, its okay don't cry. It was just a dream," my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong arms. "Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone honey," he promised, even as his rock hard penis tried to burrow into my stomach. He had the sheets to cover it

"You promise Daddy?" I demanded as my lips found my Daddy's.

"Forever Steffie," he insisted as he moved his burning lips over my face, swallowing my salty tears.

"I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boys at school aren't anything like you," I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

"Oh Stephanie," he laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in his voice. "You'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you'll fall in love with, a boy you'll want to marry and start a family with," he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

"I don't want a boy Daddy... and no ones as handsome as you Daddy," I said as I hugged him even tighter, forcing him to feel his little girl's now ripe body.

"God honey, I'm an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful young girl like you," he protested, but made no attempt to move away, in fact seemed to push his hard shaft even harder into me.

"No you're not! All my friends think you're sooo hot."

"Yeah sure," Daddy responded, a blush spreading across his face. "I can just see all your eighteen year old high school girlfriends thinking I'm hot," he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my sexy teenage friends getting off on him.

"You're only thirty-seven Daddy," I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of Daddy's cock throbbing against me. "When you came out last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to attack you."

"No way!" he exclaimed.

"And when you got out of the water and came over and talked to us....wow!"

"What?"

"Your thing Daddy.... Your penis, it stretched your suit so much Daddy. We could see practically everything! And it looked so big!"

"Stephanie!" Daddy stammered loudly, feigning anger even as he pushed it harder against me.

"You should have heard what they said Daddy when you left ...about how they'd like to get you alone and take off your suit and feel it in...," I trailed off giggling.

"I'm sorry honey, I won't wear it again, I didn't mean to embarrass..."

"Its okay Daddy, I liked it. I'm proud of my Daddy, proud they think you're such a sexy man. Their fathers are both old guys, its only you my friends dream of. Monica told me she got so excited when she saw you... "

"Oh God, that's not right," he mumbled.

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"And it is big Daddy," I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our bodies. "Don't you like it that young girls want you Daddy?" I teased after a long pause. "Wouldn't you like to make love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friends?"

"They're just girls Steffie; I'd never have sex with young friends of yours, I've known them since they were little girls, they're my patients," he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

"You don't like them? You don't think they have nice bodies Daddy? You don't think they're sexy when you see them naked in your office?" I demanded.

"They're nice girls honey, but they're too young for me..."

"They're woman now Daddy, like me. Don't you think I'm pretty? Sexy? Don't you think men want me?" I cooed into his ear, each breath tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

"Of course, you're beautiful honey, but..." he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

"If I wasn't your daughter, your little girl, would you want to make love to me Daddy?" I pressed him for an answer even as my fingers moved onto and around his hardness.

"Jesus Steffie!" He groaned rolling away from me, and then rose up and jumped out of bed, his long shaft bouncing proudly as he moved.

"Awww, stay in bed with me a few more minutes Daddy," I pled as he disappeared into his bathroom. What's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the shower running. I know your body wants me Daddy but what about you?

I was on my back naked, my legs spread, when Daddy reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting his broad chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin strands of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his eyes locked on my pink insides as he approached the bed.

"C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you don't want to be late for school," he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my shaking knee and up and  down my inner thigh.

7

Daddy Immediately got up from the bed to avoid me grappling his massive dick. 

It was hard and fully erect as he evaded me, the cock bounced as he ran. He rushed into the bathroom. 

"Gosh I almost had it" I said and licked my lips

"Awww, stay in bed with me a few more minutes Daddy," I pleaded as he disappeared into his bathroom. 

What's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the shower running. I know your body wants me Daddy but what about you?

I was on my back naked, my legs spread wide open. I occupied the bed like I was just enjoying my sleep. 

I knew he could see my juicy pussy. My young but pointy boobs when he reappeared minutes later, with drops of water dotting his broad chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. 

I raised my two legs up and from this angle I knew my pussy, the pink flesh, was showing. Then I turned around for him to have a good back view of me. 

All these I did but with a groggy pretense like I was sleepy. 

"C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you don't want to be late for school," he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my shaking knee and up and down my inner thigh.

"God it's only six-thirty Dad, why are you up so early anyway?" I complained as I parted my legs. This angle all my butt was up, and as I parted my legs my pussy showed where it was deep down under my bums. 

"I have a job at eight honey, I gotta rush," he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull his briefs up his hairy legs. The towel fell and I saw that he was still very hard. I saw him try to package the cock inside his boxers. 

"He'll never fit, it's too big," I giggled as I watched Daddy tries to stuff his fat cock under the inadequate material. 

"I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you need any help?" I continued as Daddy blushed and turned away from my eager eyes.

8

26

The air hung thick and heavy, saturated with the raw, musky scent of wet kponmo-land, fresh sweat, and the sharp tang of arousal that clung to every breath. Evelyn sprawled across the sheets, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, ha wrecked kponmo-land still twitching and leaking slow, glossy strands of thick kponmo-ju!c£ that pooled warm beneath ha @§§. Ha thighs trembled faintly, skin flushed deep pink from the brutal claiming §he’d just endured.

I towered over the three of them as they knelt on the floor, eyes glassy and hungry, lips parted. My Mr.Gbolala stood £xp@nd£d, veins pul§3 visibly, the entire §h@ft gleaming slick with Evelyn’s shiny kponmo-ju!c£, a single thick drop hanging at the tip before it fell slow and heavy.

“You really believed you could barge in and take charge, Evelyn?” My voice came out low, edged with dark amusement. “Adorable. Now all three of you are going to learn—deep, slow, and permanent—who owns every inch of these greedy bodies.”

I fisted Riley’s hair first, the strands silky and damp with sweat, and yanked ha forward until ha hot breath fanned over my tip. “Open that pretty mouth wide.” §he obeyed instantly, lips stretching, tongue curling out flat and eager. I fed my thick Mr.Gbolala straight down ha throat in one smooth, relentless slide. Ha throat fluttered and clenched, soft choking sounds vibrating around me as thick ropes of spit bubbled from the corners of ha mouth and ran in warm rivers down ha chin, dripping onto ha heaving breasts. §he 4rked hungrily, tongue swirling to lap up every trace of Evelyn’s taste, eyes watering but locked on mine with burning need.

Naomi and Evelyn watched, transfixed, fingers circling their swollen cl!ts in frantic little motions, breaths coming in short, desperate pants. I reached out and delivered sharp, stinging slaps to both hands—crack, crack. “Did I give permission to touch those cl!ts? Hands behind your backs. Lock them.”

They whimpered in unison, wrists crossing behind them, bodies arching forward instinctively.

I gripped Riley’s head with both hands and 4rked ha face harder—deep, steady thrusts that made ha throat bulge visibly, gbol§ slapping fl0vv!ngly against ha chin with every plunge. The fl0vv!ng, sloppy gluck-gluck sounds filled the room. Then I pulled free with a loud, obscene pop, strings of spit stretching and snapping between my §h@ft and ha swollen lips.

“All three of you—on the bed. Now. On your backs. Legs up and wide. Hold yourselves open. Let me see those dripping, needy kponmo-lands and tight little @§§h0l£§.”

They scrambled up, sheets rustling, lying side by side like an offering. Knees crushed tight to their chests, fingers digging into thighs to pull themselves wider. Three perfect, glistening sets of pink folds and puckered @§§h0l£§ stared up at me, cl!ts pul§3, thick kponmo-ju!c£ slowly trickling down in shiny trails, the scent intoxicating—sweet, salty, primal.

I wrapped my hand around my slick §h@ft and §tr0k£ slow, letting them watch every deliberate glide, the way my tip flared darker with each pass. “Beg. Like the filthy, desperate §lut§ you are.”

Riley broke first, voice shaking. “Please Daddy… 4rk my kponmo-land hard… stretch me, fill me, use me until I can’t think.”

Naomi next, almost sobbing with need. “Pound me deep… make me §qu!rt so hard I soak everything… please…”

Evelyn’s pride cracked wide open. “Take me roughest… ruin me… make me yours completely.”

I started with Riley. Fingers clamped around ha delicate throat, I slammed in full d£pth in one vicious thrust. Ha walls gripped me like molten silk, hot and fluttering. I 4rked ha savage—fast, punishing §tr0k£§ that bottomed out against ha c3rv!x every time, gbol§ smacking fl0vv!ngly against ha skin. Ha screams turned to broken mo@ns, body shaking, then §he £rupt—hot §qu!rt gushing in forceful arcs around my §h@ft, drenching my abs, my thighs, the sheets in warm, sticky sprays.

No pause. I ripped free and drove straight into Naomi. Pushed ha legs wider, almost to the edge of pain, and thrust brutal and deep. My palm cracked sharply against ha cl!t between every §tr0k£. §he £rupt even quicker—body convulsing, massive §qu!rt hosing out in pulsing waves, soaking us both.

Finally Evelyn. I seized both ha thighs, forced them cruelly wide, and slammed in deeper than before, bottoming out with a wet thud. Yanked ha hair back hard, forcing ha spine into a perfect arch. “You wanted this fire,” I gr0wl3d against ha ear. “Now burn.”

§he broke loudest—raw, animal screams tearing from ha throat as hot §qu!rt jetted out in thick streams, drenching my chest, my arms, the bed.

I rotated relentlessly—one pulsing, dripping h0l£ to the next, no mercy, no rest. Made them taste the mixed, creamy blend of their kponmo-ju!c£§ off my §h@ft with every switch, tongues lapping greedy. Their bodies glistened with sweat and juices, red handprints blooming on thighs and throats.

My gbol§ drew up tight, heavy. “Knees. Mouths open. Tongues out. Now.”

They dropped like they were born for it. I §tr0k£ fast, hard. Thick, hot ropes of Gbolala-yoghurt £rupt—splashing across flushed faces, parted lips, waiting tongues, heaving breasts. They swallowed with greedy little moans, then leaned in to lick each other clean, sharing slow, messy, Gbolala-yoghurt-slicked k!§§3§ that left strings connecting their mouths.

I looked down at the beautiful wreckage: sticky, trembling, marked, dripping.

“Good little §lut§,” I murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “Rest. Tomorrow I claim every tight @§§h0l£.”

The heat in the room only thickened, promising more.

27

The next night the room felt electric before anyone even touched. The three of them waited naked on the bed, skin still faintly marked from yesterday—red handprints on thighs, faint bruises blooming on hips and throats. They knelt with @§§£§ slightly raised, backs arched just enough to present everything: three perfect sets of cheeks, tight pink @§§h0l£§ already winking in the low light, kponmo-lands below them still swollen and glistening with leftover arousal.

I stood at the foot of the bed, Mr.Gbolala already thick and pul§!ng heavy between my legs, the tip shiny with the first bead of pre-ju!c£. The scent of their need filled the air—sweet, musky, thick enough to taste.

“Turn over. @§§£§ up high. Faces down. Cheeks spread wide with your own hands. Show me everything.”

They obeyed instantly, shifting onto all fours, foreheads pressed to the sheets, backs dipped low. Fingers dug into soft flesh, pulling cheeks apart until every detail was exposed: three tight, puckered @§§h0l£§, smooth and quivering; below them, kponmo-lands parted slightly, cl!ts peeking swollen and red, thick strands of kponmo-ju!c£ already stretching down inner thighs.

I started gentle—barely. Thick glob of spit landed on Evelyn’s @§§h0l£ first, warm and slow. I rubbed it in with one finger, then two, stretching the tight r!ng in lazy circles. §he mo@n3d deep into the pillow, hips rocking back instinctively. Then three fingers, twisting slow, opening ha wider. Ha walls fluttered hot around my knuckles.

“Beg for it,” I ordered.

“Please… 4rk my @§§… fill it, stretch it, ruin it,” §he g@sp3d, voice muffled but desperate.

I pressed the thick head of my Mr.Gbolala against ha slick r!ng. Pushed steady. The head popped past the tight muscle with a soft, wet sound. Heat gripped me like a fist. §he gr0@n3d long and low. I didn’t wait—slammed the rest in one deep, brutal thrust. gbol§-d££p. §he screamed into the pillow, body jerking, @§§ rippling around my full length.

I pounded long and hard—pulling almost all the way out, watching the r!ng cling and stretch obscenely before slamming back home. Wet slaps echoed. Ha cheeks jiggled with every impact. Riley and Naomi watched over their shoulders, fingers twitching toward their cl!ts. I slapped their hands away again—sharp cracks.

“Riley—lick my gbol§ while I wreck this @§§.” §he crawled under, tongue lapping eagerly at my heavy sack, warm and wet, sucking one then the other into ha mouth as I kept driving into Evelyn.

I pulled out sudden. Evelyn’s @§§ stayed g@p!ng—red, open, dark inside, pulsing. Moved to Riley. Ha tiny @§§h0l£ fought harder. More spit. I forced the head in rough. §he squealed high, body jerking forward. I gripped ha hips bruising tight, pushed deeper with every thrust until I bottomed out. Naomi slid underneath, tongue flicking Riley’s cl!t in fast circles. Riley cl|m@x3d fast—@§§ clamping viciously around my Mr.Gbolala, kponmo-land §qu!rt!ng in hot bursts onto Naomi’s face and tongue.

Naomi next. §he pushed back greedy the second I lined up. “D££p3r—please!” I gave it to ha rough—hair wrapped around my fist, back arched painfully high, short brutal thrusts turning long and punishing. §he came twice, body convulsing, @§§ milking me, massive §qu!rt drenching the sheets.

I switched nonstop—@§§ to @§§, no cleaning between. Straight from one stretched h0l£ into the next, letting them taste the filthy mix when I pulled out and shoved my §h@ft down their throats for quick face-4rk§.

G@pes stayed open long after each pull-out—dark, sloppy, ruined.

For the finale I lined them up again, @§§£§ up high and spread. I §tr0k3d hard. Thick ropes of hot Gbolala-yoghurt blasted out—splashing over all three g@p!ng @§§h0l£§, dripping d££p inside. They reached back, fingers pushing the thick white load deeper, rubbing cl!ts furiously until fresh cl|m@x3§ ripped through them, bodies shaking, more §qu!rt leaking out around my Gbolala-yoghurt.

They collapsed together, trembling, h0l£§ still twitching and leaking.

The fire hadn’t even begun to fade.

28

The next day they could barely sit straight—@§§£§ sore, swollen, walking with careful little steps—but their eyes begged louder than words. Hunger still burned in every glance, every shaky breath.

They crawled back onto the bed without being told, all fours again, @§§£§ lifted higher this time, cheeks already pulled wide by trembling hands. Three @§§h0l£§ on full display: Evelyn’s puffy and red from yesterday, still slightly g@ped; Riley’s tiny and tight, quivering; Naomi’s relaxed but hungry, winking softly. Below each, kponmo-lands dripped slow, cl!ts swollen and dark, thick kponmo-ju!c£ trailing down inner thighs in shiny lines. The room smelled like pure 4rk—sweat, musk, leftover Gbolala-yoghurt, and the sharp sweet scent of their need.

No warm-up. I spat once—thick and wet—right onto Evelyn’s already-ruined @§§h0l£ and slammed in gbol§-d££p in one vicious thrust. No mercy. Brutal pace from the first second. §he roared, body lurching forward, then back onto me like §he couldn’t help it. I yanked ha hips back hard, fresh bruises blooming under my fingers. Long, punishing §tr0k3§ pulled ha r!ng out obscenely—pink flesh clinging to my §h@ft—before slamming home again with wet, filthy slaps. Air forced d££p made obscene f@rt!ng sounds; §he didn’t care, only pushed back harder.

Riley slid underneath, tongue lapping frantic at Evelyn’s cl!t. Evelyn shattered—massive §qu!rt hosed out in hot, pulsing jets, soaking Riley’s face, my thighs, the sheets in sticky waves.

I pulled out rough. Evelyn’s @§§ stayed g@ped huge—dark tunnel open wide, pulsing, ruined. Three fingers twisted d££p inside, stretching ha wider. §he collapsed forward shaking, mo@n!ng into the mattress.

But we weren’t done with ha yet.

I motioned Naomi over. “Get under ha. Fill that dripping kponmo-land while I take ha @§§ again.” Naomi obeyed instantly, sliding beneath Evelyn in a 69 position. §he lined up a thick strap-on d!ld0—black, v3!n3d, slick with lube—and pushed it slow but firm into Evelyn’s swollen kponmo-land. Evelyn g@sp3d loud as the toy stretched ha walls, filling ha completely from below.

I pressed my Mr.Gbolala back against Evelyn’s still-g@ping @§§h0l£. The double pressure made ha scream—raw, broken, body trembling between us. I thrust in d££p, feeling the thin wall between my §h@ft and Naomi’s toy rub together inside ha. The friction was insane—tight, hot, every movement amplified. We found a rhythm: I pounded ha @§§ hard while Naomi thrust up into ha kponmo-land, both of us driving d££p in alternating §tr0k3§. Evelyn’s body jerked like a live wire, mo@ns turning to wordless cries, kponmo-ju!c£ gushing out around the toy in thick spurts.

Riley watched, fingers buried in ha own cl!t, eyes wide. “My turn next… please…”

We switched positions filthy. Riley took Evelyn’s place in the middle. Naomi slid the strap-on into Riley’s tight kponmo-land first—slow at first, then harder as Riley pushed back greedy. I lined up behind, spitting on Riley’s tiny @§§h0l£ before forcing my thick Mr.Gbolala in alongside the toy’s pressure. Double stuffed, Riley sobbed pleasure, body convulsing instantly. The stretch was brutal—ha walls clamped down so tight I could barely move at first. We rocked ha between us, Naomi thrusting up, me slamming down, every inch of ha filled and stretched to the limit. Ha §qu!rt came violent—hot jets spraying around the toy, soaking Naomi’s stomach, dripping down to the sheets.

Naomi begged last. We flipped ha onto ha back, legs pulled high and wide. Riley straddled ha face, lowering ha dripping kponmo-land onto Naomi’s tongue while I positioned the strap-on at Naomi’s kponmo-land. I drove in first—d££p, hard—then leaned over, guiding my own Mr.Gbolala into ha already-stretched @§§h0l£. Double penetration hit ha like lightning. §he screamed into Riley’s kponmo-land, tongue working frantic. We 4rkt ha in perfect sync—hard, relentless thrusts that made ha body arch and shake, cl!t throbbing visibly. §he cl|m@x3d twice in quick succession—massive §qu!rt hosing out around the toy, soaking my thighs, Riley’s legs, everything.

I rotated filthy—straight from one double-stuffed h0l£ to the next, no cleaning, no pause. Pulled out of a g@ping @§§ and shoved straight into a waiting mouth, letting them taste the raw mix of kponmo-ju!c£, @§§, and lube.

Final explosion: All three on their knees, mouths open, tongues out. All tongues attacked my §h@ft—frantic, sloppy, l!ck!ng every inch. I §tr0k3d hard. Thick ropes of hot Gbolala-yoghurt blasted down throats until they overflowed, chins dripping white. Then I aimed the last heavy blasts straight into their still-g@ping @§§h0l£§—watching thick Gbolala-yoghurt drip d££p inside the ruined tunnels, pooling in the stretched darkness.

They reached back immediately, fingers pushing the load d££p3r, rubbing cl!ts in furious circles until fresh cl|m@x3§ tore through them—bodies convulsing, more §qu!rt leaking out around my Gbolala-yoghurt, mixing into creamy puddles on the sheets.

They collapsed in a trembling, sweat-soaked heap, h0l£§ twitching and leaking, breaths ragged, completely double-wrecked.

Completely owned.

The hunger in their eyes promised tomorrow would be even filth!er.

29

The need changed. We had 4rkt every h0l£ raw, made them scream, made them beg, made them g@p3 and leak. Now it wasn't about the moment anymore. It was about marking one of them permanently. Putting my §££d so d££p inside ha that ha body would have to accept it, grow from it, carry the proof for nine months.

I grabbed Riley and threw ha down the middle of the bed. No gentleness. Ha back slammed the mattress, legs forced up and back until ha kn33§ hit ha t!t§, h!p§ rolled forward so ha kponmo-land was completely exposed—swollen lips parted, cl!t hard and red, thick kponmo-ju!c£ already running down to ha @§§h0l£ in sticky strings.

Naomi and Evelyn took an ankle each, yanked ha legs wider until the tend0n§ strained. Their own kponmo-ju!c£ dripped onto the sheets while they held ha open like meat on display.

I stood over ha, Mr.Gbolala thick, v3!n§ bulging, still slick from the others, head dark and leaking. I lined up and looked ha dead in the eyes.

“Tonight I put a baby in you, Riley. I’m gonna pump my §££d straight into your w0mb until it overflows. In a few weeks your belly starts getting tight. Then it rounds. Then it grows huge. T!t§ get heavy. H!ps spread. You carry my kid. You walk around leaking milk and knowing who put it there. Say you want it.”

Riley’s chest heaved, eyes wet, voice hoarse from earlier screams.

“I want it, Daddy. Put your baby in me. Fill my w0mb. Make me pr3gn@nt. Make my belly grow with your son. I’ll take every drop. Br33d me. Own me like that.”

I drove in hard—one full, brutal thrust that punched ha c3rv!x. §he screamed, body jerking, walls clamping down hot and slick like a fist. I didn’t ease up. I 4rkt ha d££p and mean—long §tr0k3§ that slammed home every time, gbol§ sm@ck!ng wet against ha @§§, bedframe rattling.

“You feel where I’m hitting?” I growled, grinding the head against ha c3rv!x on every bottom-out. “That’s your w0mb. That’s where my Gbolala-yoghurt’s going. Gonna flood it until it has no choice. You’re getting knocked up tonight. Say it.”

Riley’s voice broke, tears running.

“I’m getting knocked up tonight, Daddy. Flood my w0mb. Put your baby in me. Make me swell. Make me yours forever. Br33d me—4rk—br33d me hard!”

The first load came fast. I buried balls-d££p, pressed my pelvis hard against ha, and unloaded. Thick ropes of Gbolala-yoghurt shot straight against ha c3rv!x—pulse after pulse, hot and heavy, filling ha d££p. I kept grinding, forcing it in, making sure it stayed.

I didn’t stop. Kept thrusting through the mess—pulling back so thick white leaked around my §h@ft, then slamming in again, pushing it d££p3r. Second load bigger. Third. Fourth. Gbolala-yoghurt bubbled out every time I pulled back, but I shoved it right back in. Ha kponmo-land stretched and sloppy, overflowing, but the real load was d££p where it counted.

“Feel how full you are?” I said, palm pressing low on ha stomach. “That’s my §££d sitting in your w0mb right now. It’s gonna take. You’re gonna start showing soon. Belly first tight, then round, then massive. T!t§ leaking. You’re carrying my kid.”

Riley was shaking, wrecked, voice barely there.

“I feel it… so d££p… so much… it’s gonna take… I’m gonna get big… gonna carry your son… Daddy…”

Naomi and Evelyn released ha legs. They leaned in, tongues on the mess leaking out—lapping my §h@ft, sucking the creamy overflow from around ha stretched h0l£, pushing fingers d££p to force more back toward ha c3rv!x. No waste.

When I finally pulled out, Riley’s kponmo-land stayed g@p!ng, thick white pooled at the entrance, slowly dripping, but most of it was d££p inside where it belonged.

I shoved three fingers back in, stirred the load rough, packed it against ha c3rv!x one last time.

“It’s in you,” I said flat. “It’s done.”

Riley touched ha stomach, eyes distant, body still trembling.

“It’s in me,” §he whispered. “Your baby… it’s in me.”

Naomi k!§§ the spot low on ha belly. Evelyn did the same. Then they k!§§ ha mouth—slow, tasting what we’d done.

Two w0mb§ left to fill.

The night was far from finished.

30

Time passed quiet. The fire that had once consumed everything cooled to nothing but memory and the soft rhythm of ordinary days.

Riley and Daniel left the city together when she was five months pregnant, belly visibly rounded under loose clothes. They sold the house, severed every tie, and vanished. New names: Sue and Victor. A quiet coastal suburb far away. A large, modern house with ocean views—bought with the wealth Victor had quietly built through investments and deals. The kind of money that let you disappear without a trace.

Sue gave birth to Tommy in a private clinic at dawn. Victor held her hand the entire time. The boy came strong, dark-haired, crying loud. They named him Tommy—no last name linking back to the old life.

Sue never finished college in the old city. Victor made sure she did. He paid for online courses, hired tutors. She studied business administration in the quiet mornings while Tommy napped, then switched to project management. By the time Tommy was three, Sue had her degree. She didn’t need to work, but she chose to. Victor never questioned it.

She took a job at a mid-sized consulting firm—remote at first, then in-office three days a week once Tommy started preschool. She wore sharp blazers, carried a leather briefcase, ran meetings with spreadsheets and timelines. Colleagues knew her as Sue Thompson: efficient, calm, always on point. No one knew the woman beneath had once begged to be bred, had been filled until she carried a child, had fled across state lines to start over.

Victor managed investments from home. He was quiet—early mornings at the computer, afternoons on the beach with Tommy building sand forts. He never spoke of the past. Neither did she. The house held no echoes of screams or wet slaps. Just waves outside, Tommy’s laughter, the soft click of Sue’s keyboard in the home office.

Tommy grew tall, kind, curious. Dark eyes that sometimes stared at the sea like he sensed something missing. He was four when it happened.

Victor had taken a short business trip to meet an investor in another state. The small private jet he chartered never made it back. Mechanical failure, the investigators said later. The crash was sudden, catastrophic. No survivors.

Sue stood at the airport when the call came. Tommy was asleep in her arms, unaware. She didn’t cry in front of him. She waited until he was in bed that night, then sat on the floor of the empty master bedroom and let the grief come in waves—silent, choking, furious.

The funeral was private. A handful of people who didn’t know the full story. Tommy held her hand the whole time, too young to understand why Daddy wasn’t coming home. Sue told him simply: “Daddy had to go away. But he loved you so much.” She never elaborated. Tommy never pushed.

She stayed in the house. Kept working. Raised Tommy alone—soccer practices, school projects, quiet evenings watching the ocean from the deck. Tommy grew into a good young man—smart, steady, gentle. He asked about his father sometimes. Sue said, “He was a good man. He gave us this life.” And she left it at that.

The secrets stayed buried.  

The wild nights, the breeding, the fire that had once burned so hot—gone with Victor.  

Tommy never knew the blood in his veins once ran so fierce, never knew how his mother had been claimed completely, how his father had filled her until she carried him.

Sue kept the new name.  

She kept the silence.  

She kept the house and the boy.

The blaze that had burned so bright scattered into separate winds.

Everything s tayed buried forever.

**The End**