Daddy's Home Ch. 5

Daddy's Home: Ch. 5; The Shy One

Before Rich now stood a scene so intensely erotic and so improbable that most people would call it 'too unrealistic' in all but the cheesiest of pornos. Five barely legal teenage sluts, all of different descriptions and bearing different appeals, his own daughter among them, all covered in gallons of his thick cum after an intense five-on-one blowjob. And now he was faced with a choice, a choice that every man has fantasized about at least once in their life, a choice very few would ever be able to make. He smiled, looking over the buffet of teenage sex before him. “Now... Who's going to be first?”

Each girl before him was astonishingly beautiful, the sort of beauties that a man might brag about for the rest of his life, an indulgence that few would be able to experience even once.  His sweet little girl, Samantha, not quite so innocent in his eyes anymore, with hypnotically alluring, glossy black pouty and talented lips. The devoted one, Rosa, her hourglass figure still softly trembling as the last vestiges of a powerful orgasm faded to afterglow, her fingers still teasing out the last of it from her sensitive folds. The proud one, Diamond, with an amazonian body and a mind-boggling ass, wrapped in dark chocolate skin that contrasted sharply against his pearly load on her features. The wild one, Anna, with bright copper locks  and tits that could only be called 'epic', with a dirty mouth that always knew what buttons to push. And finally, the shy one, Aiko, a petite Japanese beauty with a tight, toned body and what looked to be a fixation with his seed, her body still softly shivering as she eagerly lapped his ball-batter from her face and hands.



“How about... he began, looking thoughtful. The choice was certainly a challenge... but there was one he knew he had to take first. “Aiko.” He announced. At the mention of her name, Aiko looked up, blinking as though she was snapping out of some sort of trance. She looked confused for a moment, then realized what she had just been doing. Her face turned nearly crimson, and she looked almost like she would panic. But then another realization hit her, that she'd been picked. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the man towering over her, confusion and surprise on her face. “...Me?” She managed to squeak out softly, her voice barely a whisper, heart pounding in her chest with anticipation and fear.

Rich smirked. “Yes, you.” He confirmed with a nod, stepping closer and offering her a strong hand to help her to her feet. The other girls felt pangs of disappointment as they realized they were to be left behind. Some were understanding, some envious, some completely surprised by their own reaction to the news. Aiko could only kneel there, staring blankly at the offered hand. She could hardly believe it was happening, she couldn't even reach out for it, for fear that it all would be revealed to be some kind of dream or hallucination, that he would pop like a soap bubble and she'd know that none of it was real.

The silent moment wore on for a beat. And another. And another. Seeing her hesitance, Rich smiled and hook his head. Swiftly, he dropped into a crouch, wrapping his massive arms around her stunned form and scooping her up in a bridal carry, an arm behind her shoulders and beneath her knees. Aiko's face stayed flushed at he effortlessly lifted her off the floor and returned to his feet, barely managing a wordless squeak as she looked up at him in awe. He smiled down to her. “No time to waste, milady, there's much fun to be had.” He chuckled, and swiftly carried her off, mounting the stairs two-by-two and making his way to the guest room.

He quickly hip-checked the door open and bore her inside, nudging the light switch with an elbow. It wasn't the fanciest room in the house, certainly, with simple furniture and bare walls, but it was clean and it would certainly satisfy for the moment. The girls often used the room for extra beds during their almost-weekly sleepovers, so it was familiar ground for the both of them. He swiftly crossed the room in a handful of long strides, and gently deposited the still-speechless teen on the edge of the bed before turning and shutting the door. Aiko was still stunned by how quickly everything was happening, thoughts drowned in a churning sea of shame, fear, anticipation, and desire, which was not helped by the view of Rich crossing the room again, his naked, muscular frame moving with confidence and strength, his foot-and-a-half cock swinging side to side with the movement of his hips, like some lewd divining rod leaning him toward her.

Somewhat to her surprise, and perhaps a bit to her disappointment, Rich didn't simply push her down to the mattress and ravage her, instead, he carefully sat himself next to her on the edge of it. He made no move beyond that, a moment of silence filling the air before he spoke. “So... Aiko. Before... before anything more happens. I want to be sure you're okay with... well, all this.” He said, gesturing vaguely, his tone serious once again. “I know you agreed to it before, but I also know you're not... not a very forceful girl. I want to be sure you're actually fine with this, and not just being dragged along by peer pressure. If you're not comfortable with anything, kissing, touching, oral, sex, wherever you want to draw the line... All you have to do is let me know, and I'll respect it. Nobody's gonna force you to do anything you're not comfortable with.” He spelled out, trying to be as clear as possible. He gave a wry smirk and straitened up, resting a hand on his chest, looking as formal and snooty as one could while entirely naked and sporting a titanic erection. “I'm nothing if not a gentleman.” He said, in a somewhat silly tone, trying to put her at ease a bit.

When he finished speaking, Aiko could only look up to him, her expression a mixture of awe and intense affection. She had to look away, gathering her thoughts. She swallowed, as though that would make the words come easier. “Th-thank you, Mr. Johnson... I'm glad you're worried about me. B-but, I'm okay.” She replied, looking up to him once again, giving a small, reassuring smile. “I-I'm just a little... nervous, I guess.” She elaborated, her eyes downcast once again. “I keep... I keep thinking this has to be some... some sort of dream. Like... like I'm going to touch you and you'll just disappear and I'll wake up knowing... knowing none of this could actually happen to me...” She tried to explain, her voice quivering as she spoke the last words. She looked up to him once again. “I... I wanted something like this for... for so long... W-well, not exactly like this... I mean, it was just us two in my... fantasy... And we were married...” She realized what she'd confessed to and her face flushed once again.

He gave a sly smile, leaning closer to her. “Oh really? Married, huh? Sounds like quite a crush.” He commented, which only made her blush brighter, eyes once more averting to stare into the floor. She gave a barely-perceptible nod after a moment of silence. His grin grew wider. He wasn't quite sure why, but he was enjoying her reactions immensely. Her embarrassment made her cuter, and he couldn't help but be tempted to tease her more. That would be cruel, though. His smirk softened to a warm smile, and he reached out, putting one finger gently under her chin and steering it toward him. “Well, it would be a shame to disappoint such a beautiful girl after such a long wait.” He whispered softly, and leaned forward.

Their lips net, gently at first, just a chaste kiss. Slowly, he intensified their contact, tilting his head and parting his lips slightly. His tongue soon probed forward, tasting her cherry-glossed lips, then parting them and invading her mouth. His strong arm wrapped around her body, hand coming to rest on her waist, and pulling her body against his powerful frame. The kiss swiftly grew more and more intense, his tongue coiling around hers, his strong and confident while hers was tender and shy. The kiss seemed to go on forever.

When their lips parted, both paused for a moment, panting to catch their breath, faces just inches apart. “So, how do I compare to your imagination?” He asked with a grin.
Still a bit flushed, she shook her head slightly. “N-no comparison Mr. Johnson.” She replied.
“Now, you can't call me Mr. Johnson after all that. Call me Rich.” He offered.
She shook her head more firmly. “Oh, no, I-I couldn't...” She objected.
“Well, you can't call me Mr. Johnson all night, I already feel like an old man compared to you girls.” He replied.
She shook her head again, the idea of referring to him by his name somehow incredibly embarrassing, causing the flush of her cheeks to intensify.
He thought for a second, and a wicked joke occurred to him. “Well, you can call me Rich, or you can call me Master.” He declared.

There was a moment of silence, her cheeks still burning as she looked down the ground. Then she opened her lips and out came possibly the two most arousing words she could have at that moment. “...Yes, master.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear, and the sound of it sent a thrill running down his spine, a rush of power. He may have been joking, but the sound of it was undeniably exciting. He should tell her he had been joking... but he no longer wanted to. This might become addictive...

He leaned in again, once more lifting her chin to look at him, and kissed her again, even more forceful this time, more dominant. He drove his tongue forward and filled her mouth with the muscle, savoring her taste, their lips pressed tightly together. The hand around her back held her tight, and was soon joined by it's twin, the large palm coming to rest on the bare skin of her smooth, toned stomach. He felt her core tense slightly at the unexpected contact, the tight muscles firming under his warm touch, the distinct impression of her abs on the heel of his hand. Slowly, he caressed her soft, unblemished skin, his fingertips easing up under the hem of her blue tank-top, venturing further north with each movement. Her muscles slowly relaxed as she grew accustomed to the touch, her body melting into his grasp and her lips surrendering to his kiss.

Taking that as his cue, his hand made a bold venture up beneath the fabric, forefinger and thumb just barely grazing the tender slope of her perfectly perky breasts. They were just as they appeared, the surface buttery-soft and tender, but firm and springy beneath. Judging by the tiny whimper she released into the kiss, they seemed quite sensitive, too. His hand made a brief retreat back down to her smooth belly while their tongues continued to tangle lustily, letting her prepare for the next touch. Slowly hand headed north again, fingers gently tracing along the base of those irresistible breasts, even his large hands insufficient to the titanic task. This time the hand lingered, and gave a gentle squeeze, and he drank in the soft moan she released, and felt her tender skin break into goosebumps. He smiled, softly.

His hand continued to delicately explore that perfect swell of teenage tit-flesh, gently cupping the full orb in his strong hand. He felt their weight, their flawless curves, his fingers slowly closing in toward the sensitive peaks. Each new movement provoked a new whimper and the occasional wiggle from the petite teen. Their lips parted quietly, her eyes remaining closed as she panted and whimpered under his tender touches. She made no move to stop him as he explored freely under the light fabric of her tender tank top. Finally, his questing digits closed on that pinnacle of pleasure, thumb and forefinger capturing her hardening nipple between them, gently tugging and rolling the little bead. Aiko was taken aback by the sudden intensity of the sensation. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped, barely able to believe how powerful it was, it was so completely different from when she touched herself.

Rich grinned as his hand remained on that swiftly-blossoming bud. He gave it a gentle squeeze, watching her face as she let out a soft moan, blushing intensely. He was having too much fun teasing her. “Do you like that?” He asked, punctuating the question with a tiny tweak.
“Y-yes!” She yelped almost instantly.
He tweaked again, more sharply this time, still grinning. “Yes who?”
“Yes, M-Master!” She responded, biting her lip to hold back another moan. She wasn't quite sure why she had responded so quickly, or even how she had known what to say. This was all strange to her...
“Good girl.” He praised her. He couldn't seem to stop himself from teasing her, or enjoying it quite so much. Something about her begged for this sort of treatment, and the rush of authority resonated with him.

He shifted his hand, pulling away from her nipple suddenly. She looked to him, somewhat confused and perhaps a bit... disappointed? But his reasoning was soon revealed as he began to lift the light material of her top with his wrist. His mouth practically watered at the perfectly perky peaks came into view. Her soft, tan skin looked almost golden in the light, the flawless, cantaloupe-sized mounds capped by small, dark areolae, the hard nipples jutting proudly from those gravity-defying swells. The hypnotic breasts rose and fell softly with her quickening breath. Her hands came up to cover her burning blush, her forearms attempting to hide her nipples, but only serving to flatten the orbs, making them look even larger as they bulged around her slender limbs. He couldn't help but grin at the reaction, and released her top, the fabric pooling on the shelf of her impeccable tits.

He moved off the bed to stand in front of her. He lifted his hands up, wedging them between her forearms and slowly prying them apart to reveal her face, hands going forward to cradle her jaw gently. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. “Don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful.” He told her, sounding sincere. He gently pulled her face forward and leaned in, planting another kiss. As their lips locked, he pushed forward slightly, easing her back onto the bed, coming with her to hover over her petite frame, his powerful body looming above her.

When their lips parted this time, he gave her another reassuring smile and a tender peck on the lips. Then another peck, on her chin. His breath was hot on her neck as he kissed along her jawline, into the cradle of her neck. His tender touch tickled a bit, provoking a wiggle from the tiny teen. He kept moving down neck, tracing along the collarbone. He pushed the tank top up, carrying through the motion to help her pull the garment off entirely. She was entirely topless now, but she was barely embarrassed, too focused on the trail of kisses that now moved to her chest, the valley between her mammoth mounds.  He placed a spiraling track of kisses on the slopes of her tender tit, ascending the mountain of flesh to pause just barely shy of the tender peak. He moved away, leaving only a waft of hot breath on the aching nipple as he moved to the other peak, repeating the spiraling track. His lips followed through this time, after only a moment of delay, first planting a tender kiss, then a teasing flick of the tongue, then pulling it between his lips and giving it a soft suck. Aiko was now whimpering and moaning almost constantly, her tight little frame squirming uncontrollably under the assault.

He only reluctantly pulled away from his treat after a few long moments, giving the bud a parting flick with his tongue as he moved. She panted quietly, her smooth stomach and perfect peaches rhythmically rising and falling as she struggled to recapture her breath. He wasn't going to let her though, and he swiftly descended on the other tit, taking a moment to tease the hard nipple with the tip of his tongue, swirling it around that sensitive bead.

He paused in his ministrations for a moment, looking up to her face. “Ever had anything like this before?” He prompted, eager to see the innocent girl's reactions.
She silently shook her head, eyes on his.
His teeth grazed her nipple sharply, drawing a sharp moan from her. “Speak up. And say it clearly.” He chided.
“N-no, Master. Nobody. Nobody's ever... touched me, like this... no boys have even seen my... my boobies” She clarified. She was confused once again. Why had she told him all that? She hadn't even thought, she’d just... obeyed.

Rich smirked. His hand came up, gently cupping and massaging the breast he'd tasted first. He felt an odd compulsion to keep pushing. “Boobies?” He asked, shaking his head. “No, these beautiful breasts are way too big and sexy to be boobies.” He informed her, dragging his tongue over her hard areola while kneaded her opposite mound. “These are tits. Hot. Naughty. Sexy. Tits.” He punctuated each word with a flick of his tongue over her sensitive nipple. “Understand?”
She nodded silently, which drew a sharp pinch from Rich, and swiftly corrected herself. “Y-yes Master.” She squeaked.
He pulled his hand and lips away for a moment. “What are they?”
“T-tits, Master.” she replied.
“And what would you like me to do with these sexy tits?” he asked, blowing across an achingly hard nipple.
Aiko whimpered, before squeaking out “...T-touch them, Master...”
He playfully cupped his ear, miming deafness. “What was that?”
She bit her lip, and repeated, louder. “T-touch them, Master!”
He smirked. “Well, that's not how you ask for something. Ask nicely.”
Aiko's nipples burned with desire. “P-please, Master, touch my naughty tits! Please!” She begged, desperation in her voice.

“Good girl.” He whispered as he lowered his head, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. His free hand kneaded her other tit firmly, almost hard enough to hurt. Aiko's back arched involuntarily, pushing her perfect mounds up into his mouth, begging for more. He was not one to disappoint. He pulled back his lips, sucking her mound hard enough to pull it out, almost cone-shaped, before it popped from his lips. At it sprang back he pounced on it once again, capturing it gently between his teeth and lashing it this way and that with the tip of his tongue. Her eyes went wide. The sudden intensity of the attack was incredible, but something was.. strange.

She felt pressure building inside her, almost like... But no, that couldn't happen. Something had to be wrong. She tried to find the words to ask him to slow down, but her voice was stolen by the waves rolling out from her nipples. She lifted her hand, pushing at his granite shoulders, but she was too weak and he was immovable. And then it was too late to stop it. It felt like an explosion that rolled through her breasts and out to fill her entire body, an electric shock that made her every muscle dance. Her body writhed and her mouth opened, eyes wide as a high-pitched squeal, loud enough to be heard all through the house, forced itself out her throat. It was... pleasure, but pleasure so intense it almost hurt, burning through her nerves as she trembled in it's grip. She shook and shivered even as Rich pulled away from her nipples, looking down on her writhing form.

As the most intense part ebbed away, she was left panting on the bed, her breasts visibly throbbing as they bobbed with her breathing, nipples so achingly sensitive that the movement of the air across their peaks made them tingle. Rich's cock bobbed with his pulse after witnessing that erotic display, mouth dry. “That was... Intense.” He commented, somewhat surprised, but his face resolved to a smile after a few moments.

“I've never seen a girl cum with her tits before.” He grinned, leaning forward to once more hover over her limp form. “Very sexy.”
Aiko looked confused. “I...I came?” She blinked. It certainly felt like one, but... very different too. “I didn't know I could... with my boobies...” she muttered, still stunned.
Rich pursed his lips and blew across her oversensitive nip, making her whimper. “What do you call them?”
“T-tits, Master.” She responded almost instantly.
“Good girl.” He smiled. “And what did master make you do?”
She gulped. “M-Master made me... Made me cum, with my... my tits.” She managed, struggling to force out the naughty words, but each one made her body tingle as it left.

“Good girl.” Rich smiled. He lowered his head once again, planting more kisses along the golden-tan skin of her tight little abs. His hand came to rest on her soft thigh. As his lisp moved south, trailing kisses, the hand moved north, caressing the inner thigh as they made their way to meet in the middle. He face was still flushing brilliantly as his fingertips slipped up under the hem of her skirt. She would have covered it, but resisted the urge, digging her fingertips in the sheets and balling her fists, eyes watching his movements intensely. Part of her wanted to stop him, not to let him see her private place, believing it would just be too embarrassing. But a new part made her hold her tongue and let him do what he wanted, wanting so badly to be a good girl for him... for her Master.

With no objection, his hand continued north, tenderly caressing her inner thigh, his warm hand on her tender skin. As his trail of kisses reached her skirt, he looked up, lingering with his lips just above the band of the skirt, his eyes meeting hers through the valley of her heaving mounds. She could do nothing but look into those eyes, but she felt herself give a tiny nod, unbidden. He pulled away and climbed off the bed, getting down to kneel on the floor. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her closer until her rear was planted on the edge of the mattress. His hands moved swiftly, unzipping her skirt and sliding it down off her legs to pool on the floor, revealing an adorable pair of panties. They were soft and white, hugging her somewhat slender hips, with a frilled, lacy band and a tiny pink bow front and center, just barely above the sizable, and still growing, patch of wetness between her legs. Rich simply grinned, and Aiko's fists tightened in the sheets, letting her head fall back, unable to look at his face out of shame.

Gently, he urged her thighs further apart with his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring on her soft skin. He began by trailing kisses along her inner thighs, up one until his lips just brushed the edge of the fabric covering her innocent slit. But as her hips wiggled with anticipation almost too great to contain, he pulled away, repeating on the other thigh. Her body was already sensitive from her earlier climax, the teasing was entirely unnecessary, but he couldn't help but savor her reactions and impatience. He rewarded her patience with one kiss, this one directly on the wet spot spreading between her legs, the thin, wet fabric doing nothing to insulate her from the intense sensation of direct contact. She whimpered, and he grinned.

Taking hold of her legs, he shifted, pulling her legs up until her knees were on his shoulders, his arms wrapping around to take hold of her narrow hips. He knew she would need a lot of preparation, and he was swiftly losing his patience, so he wasted no time. He planted another kiss on the fabric, his lips open a little more, his tongue slipping out once to sample her sweet, virginal juices. He dragged it from the base of her slit to the peak, lashing out as he finished to flick at her clit. Her hips jumped at the sudden sensation, and he couldn't help but chuckle, she was so responsive. An idea struck him, and he grinned. He snaked his hand up, around her hip and down into the vee of her thighs, until his fingertips found that tiny little ribbon-bow. Pinning it beneath his digit, he pushed it down, just a bit, until it was seated right above her swiftly-swelling clit. He ground it down on her pleasure button in tiny circles, the hard little knot amplifying the sensation of his finger. She gasped and squirmed under the intensity of the pleasure assaulting her mind, but he stayed atop his target, her movements serving only to grind herself into the knot harder.

She moaned and whimpered constantly now, her soft voice growing louder as the assault continued, head swinging side to side. It was too much to handle, but she didn't want it to stop. Rich grinned over her now-dripping slit, thoroughly enjoying her reactions as he teased her tender clit and lapped at her sensitive folds. But this contact wasn't enough for him. He couldn't resist the real thing. He released the little ribbon and hooked a finger in the leg-hole of the panties and pulled aside, baring her juicy peach to his hungry eyes. Her sweet slit was a perfect pink, shimmering with her wetness and softly twitching with her arousal. She tried to bury her face into her shoulder with embarrassment, but managed to resist releasing her grip to cover her face.  Much to her shame, she'd never grown hair down there, leaving her completely exposed, naked to his eyes. He slid a thumb down to one outer lip and gently pulled her open wider, eyes exploring her tender folds, even catching a glimpse of the unbroken hymen deep within.

He licked his lips at the sight before him. “Mmm, now that is a pretty kitty.” He commented.
Aiko's face burned. “K-kitty, master?” She was raised to call it her 'privates', but even she had seen enough porn to know most people called it a 'pussy'.
“That's right. See, this bald little pink slit is too innocent to be a pussy. You're a special case, too sexy for boobies, but not experienced enough for a pussy.” He explained. He let his tongue slip out to taste the source directly, dragging over an inner lip slowly.
She whimpered. “Yes, master... my kitty...”
“Of course... once I'm done stretching you, it'll be ready to be made into a pussy. Master's pussy. Would you like that? You want your Master to stretch your little kitty and fill you up?”
Her mind raced with lewd images of being filled and stretched with Rich's enormous member., and she found herself answering. “...Yes, Master.” She breathed.
“Louder. And say it clearly.” He ordered.
“Master, I... I want you to make me... ready...” She responded, whimpering.
“Beg.”
Her eyes opened at that, looking to Rich with a bit of surprise. His tone was strong and commanding, and he looked at her, his face serious. She couldn't believe what he was asking. To actually beg for it was... too much... Or was it? She swallowed. She felt something welling inside her. “...P-please, Master... Make my kitty ready... Please, stretch me, Master, make me ready for you! R-ready to be... filled! Ready to be fucked! I need you inside me, Master, please, I beg you!” She spoke, each new plead coming faster, her voice more desperate. She couldn't have stopped it, even if she'd tried, she needed to say it like a drowning man needed air, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to stop it.
His stern expression faded into a smile. “Good girl.”

With those two words, he descended on her sweet slit, lavishing each wrinkle and fold with licks and tender, sucking kisses. He traced the tip of his tongue in wide loops, first around her outer lips, then her inner lips, then around the entrance to her hole. His nose ground into her clit with each pass. She threw her head back, back arching as a ragged moan poured from deep inside her. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. His tongue spiraled deeper into her, first around the entrance, then just within, then pushing deeper and deeper with each rotation, exploring untouched depths of her virgin hole. Her hips bucked and squirmed uncontrollably at the novel sensation of penetration. She'd never experienced anything like it before, she'd never even put a finger into herself, and Rich's hot, flexible tongue was driving her wild in new and fantastic ways.

As his questing tongue reached her hymen, he paused, pulling back, not wanting to break through just yet. She let out a disappointed whimper, the pleasure fading as he pulled free, placing a parting kiss on her tender hole. She didn't know why he would just stop like that. His hand left her hip and her curiosity only grew. He rose up, planting a kiss right on her sensitive clit as his fingers came up to seek out the entrance to her tender hole. At first, one probing finger delved into her, wiggling solightly as it pushed deeper into her, up to the second knuckle. Her virgin hole gripped even one finger, he had to wonder if he'd even be able to open her up enough to take his shaft..

The first digit was soon joined by a second, tentatively at first, slowly easing her open wider and wider. The two rolled and wormed and soon they were thrusting into her, hooked at the second knuckle, so as to keep their thrusts from going deep enough to tear her. The velvet vice gripped his knuckles, the stretching sensation new, the plain of it tempered by the pleasure of being filled and the anticipation of what was to come. Tension began to grow deep in her core, a familiar sensation as his lips and tongue sucked and flicked at that tender bead of pleasure. Her moans grew louder with each passing moment, her tiny entrance gripping around his digits.

As she grew accustomed to the intruders, their passage became easier and easier. He knew what came next would inevitably sting, but it had to be done. A third finger came up, and began to work its way into her. Her moans were soured with whimpers at the sudden stretching. It was starting to sting a little more intensely, but the pain was all bu forgotten as Rich renewed his assault on her clit. His tongue swirled tight, forceful circles around the aching bead, the waves of pleasure washing over the pain of the stretching digits as they worked into her entrance.

She could feel the tension inside her building up faster under his talented tongue-work, and he could see she wouldn't be able to last too much longer under his assault. He worked quickly, his pinky coming up, ready to drive into her, and leaned forward. He pushed the last digit forward, and just as the shock made her gasp, captured her clit with his lips and sucked sharply, his tongue continuing to flick over the very tip of it, inside his mouth. The pain and pleasure blurred together and she let out a long, wavering wail of unmistakable pleasure as the tension exploded through her entire body.  Her thighs gripped tight around Rich's head as her body locked up, back arching, driving her pussy harder against Rich's face, his assault on her clit driving the pleasure higher and higher as it crashed through her body. Her fists pulled hard at the sheets, nearly yanking them from the bed as the pleasure burned through her nerves, more intense than any before. It went on for what felt like ages, slowly fading as Rich began to ease off on her clit, guiding her back to earth.

As the crashing waves of pleasure ebbed away, she was left helpless on the bed, twitching periodically as the last sparks of her orgasm rolled through her body. A blanket of soft, tingling afterglow settled over limp form, feeling her with a warm, soothing comfort. She could barely move, too weak to do anything but lay there and savor the feelings. Rick planted a tender kiss on her outer lip as he pulled his fingers free of her juicy slit, a spark of pleasure racing from her oversensitive slit to her brain, prompting a whimper.

He rose to his feet, towering over her prone form. The light behind him, Aiko only saw him as an impenetrable wall of sculpted muscle, a monument to masculinity. His thick, meaty obelisk jutted proudly from his hips, marbled by bulging veins. It was an intimidating pillar of angry, red-purple flesh, even harder than when he'd started, and it pulsed in time with his thunderous heartbeat. The flared, fist-sized crown glistened with clear, sticky precum. She stared for a long moment, swallowing nervously, before tearing her eyes away to look up into his face, her own features a mix of awe, fear, lust, excitement, with a deep affection underneath it all. She knew what was coming next.

“...Please fuck me, Master.” She breathed out, the words coming naturally to her lips. Needing no further invitation, he leaned forward, reaching out for her. He pulled her into his embrace, his powerful arms encircling her slender frame, her incredible chest flattening into his powerful pecs as he held her tight. He lifted her, effortlessly, from the sheets, hands moving down to her rear as he lifted her upright, supporting her weight. Her arms automatically moved to encircle his shoulders, fingers entwining behind his neck. He was her best friend's father. She'd daydreamed of marrying him for years, of giving him all her firsts, of bearing his children. And now the moment of truth was but moments away. She was afraid, yes, but she wanted this more than anything in the universe.

His weighty, iron-hard shaft pulsed against her, it's length going all the way from her dripping kitty all up her smooth, toned stomach. It was so hot on her skin, like it was going to burn her, but that just made her want it more. She spread her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist, pulling herself tighter against the monster, opening herself as wide s possible for the coming invasion. He took the cue, and began to lift her, slowly, her juices trailing along the red-hot shaft, until she was poised on the tip of it, the purple helmet pulsing eagerly against her pink slit.

He looked into her eyes once again. She seemed to small. It had to be impossible. But there was no way he would be able to stop now, not with the heat and wetness of her virgin pussy on the tip of his invading shaft. She swallowed, and gave a tiny nod. His arms flexed, muscles rippling with incredible power as he pushed, driving her hips down onto the beastly rod. Her hairless slit stretched, slowly spreading around the helmet, her prepared entrance barely able to accommodate his girth. She felt herself opening wider and wider with each passing moment, biting her lip to silence a whimper of pain. It was wider than before, wider than she could have possibly prepared for.  There was a moment where her body hesitated, the fat ridge at the edge of his head struggling to enter her. Suddenly, he kissed her, their lips meeting forcefully as his arms redoubled their push. The final bit of resistance gave, and his mammoth meat-log plowed into her, spearing deep into her virgin channel, her maidenhead shredding before his unstoppable cock. She screamed into his mouth as the searing pain lanced through her core, so sudden and intense the pleasure could do nothing to blunt its edge.

The kiss broke, and the two panted, still. The moment lasted for ages. She struggled to make her body adapt to the alien invader, to force herself to relax and let the pain abate. He struggled to hold his drives back, her recently-virgin hole gripping his cock like a vice, twitching and spasming on his length with every ounce of strength in her well-toned core.  He barely had a quarter of his length inside her, but already he could hardly believe she'd be able to take any more. Their wills were both tested as time dragged on at a crawl, occasional twitched and throbs drawing whimpers and groans.

Finally, after a seeming eternity, Aiko looked into his eyes and gave another tiny nod. He returned it, and slowly, slowly began to move. He lifted her body up, inching her off the shaft, the sensation of emptiness and the dragging flare of his head on her sensitive walls made her bite her lip, but she said nothing, not willing to give up just yet. His cock retreated until just the head remained inside her gripping entrance. Then he shifted, and pushed down again, boring into her depths, deeper than before, inch by inch. He gritted his teeth, the pleasure of her indescribable tightness too strong to resist for long. When he could push no further, he reversed directions, once more scraping at her walls with his head. Sparks of pleasure began to take the edge off the pain of the invading cock. Then he pushed in again, then out, over and over, each push filling her deeper and more fully than before, each pass the pain softening and the pleasure growing.

It wasn't long before his questing cockhead encountered a more solid obstacle. With little more than half his cock inside her, he struck against a firm barrier. The sensation on his head was immediately recognizable, and he groaned deep in his chest with lust, mirrored by the soft moan from her. The feeling of her sacred depths making her mind flood with lewd thoughts. All the naughtiest fantasies she'd harbored were coming true. Only one remained.
“M-Master, you're so deep...” she whispered, eyes closed. She opened them, staring into his eyes. “I'm... I'm okay now. It doesn't hurt anymore.” She assured him. “Master... it's okay, I want it. I-I want you to fill me. Every inch of me. I want you to take my womb. I... I want you… to breed me! I want you to fill me with your seed! Please, master, give me your babies!” She begged, confessing her secret fantasy.

Rich's cock gave an obvious throb at that thought, his restraint crushed beneath the lewd concept of knocking up the innocent teen, the idea swiftly filling his mind, driving out all other thought. His grip on her tight little rear tightened, holding her in place as he began to saw his hips back. He could no longer muster the control to be gentle, or slow. He drove the beast back into her in a single, unstoppable thrust, nearly ten inches of cock-flesh filling her in an instant, the blunt head ramming at the gates to her final paradise. She screamed out in pleasure and pain, unprepared for the sudden intensity, but the sound fell on deaf ears. He couldn't stop himself anymore.

He let loose a primal growl of intense pleasure as he hammered into her relentlessly. He held her in motionless in midair, pounding into her relentlessly, his hips practically a blur. Her head was rolled back, a long, steady moan pouring from her lips, rising in pitch each time his battering ram slammed into the gates of her womb. Every inch of her channel hungrily squeezed and milked at the fat shaft, begging for his rich, fertile seed. But he gritted his teeth against the pleasure. There was only one place to deliver his load, and her barrier held strong. Each blow against the wall made her body twitch and clamp down on the invader, but he wasn't making progress. He knew he didn't have long before he could hold it in no more, and he would not accept defeat.

He took hold of one thigh, prying open her grip on his waist, and breaking her hold on his neck. She was confused for a moment, startled as she began to tip back, no longer able to remain upright. Without holding on. His iron shaft tipped, tilted, but did not bend. As her body came to a stop in midair, she realized with a gasp that he didn't have a hand on her, that her entire wight was supported by his unyielding iron cock. The realization sent a shiver of lust up her spine. He took hold of one of her tender, golden thighs, and lifted, carelessly upending the petite girl. She moaned as he turned her on his cock, spinning around on it like a spit, her entire body not enough to bend the unbreakable shaft. He gave a primal growl, and flexed his hips, levering her upright once more, this time her back against his iron-hard chest, his hands coming down to rest atop her hips, ready to brace her against his thrusts. She trembled in anticipation, and looked down, eyes widening as she realized there was a noticeable bulge in her normally-flat abs. His size was so great, so unrelentingly immense, it reshaped her body around it, turned her into a cock-sleeve for his pleasure. She nearly came with that thought alone.

He wasted no time, feeling the clock running down. He began to thrust once again, his hands pulling her down in time with his thrusts as he plowed into her, his arms bulging, flexing as they pushed her down on his unrelenting piston of unstoppable cock. Each push was more intense than the one before, driving deeper, harder. She screamed and moaned, pleasure and pain blurring together as his cockhead scraped over her g-spot on each thrust before slamming into her cervix. Her tunnel gripped and squeezed at his monster, legs dancing as spasms rolled through her body. His rod throbbed and pulsed desperately, jumping in anticipation of a release long-awaited. Grunts, groans, moans, and screams filled the room, the sounds of their frenzied fucking echoing into the hall.

He felt a tiny give against the fat head of his shaft. Not a large one, but enough of one. His grip tightened, and he redoubled his push, pounding into her womb with a frenzy of rapid-fire thrusts deep inside. Suddenly, it gave entirely. His helmeted head pried open the entrance and bulled its way into her most sacred depths. They both gasped at the sensation as he filled her deepest depths with another quarter of his cock, three quarters of his superior shaft seated as deep inside her desperately spasming womb. She watched with awe, lust, and horror as the bulge in her abs got longer, pushing higher still than before. Her last coherent thought was that she was entirely his now, every inch, that no other man would ever be able to match him ever again.

The sensation was too much for both of them. She let loose a howling wail, the most powerful orgasm of her entire life bursting through her body, completely burying her under its intensity. There was no thought, nothing but the intense, burning, white-hot pleasure that flooded her nerves, flashes of light bursting behind her eyes. Her body went rigid, spine arching as her muscles tightened, her legs dangling off the floor, impaled and supported entirely on his unbending shaft. Her pussy came alive, spasms rolling up and down the channel, her womb clamping down just behind the head, of his invader, squeezing so tight he thought he would never be able to pull free. But that wasn't on his mind at the moment as his apple-sized orbs were pulled up tight against his shaft.

His shaft bucked and jumped as his thick seed coursed up the length of that monster, all the way from the root up to the tip. It fired from the tip like a cannon, blasting rivers of superior, fertile seed deep into her receptive womb, blast after blast of super-heated cream. His long delay served only to make his offering even more plentiful than usual, oceans of seed drowning her womb. He let loose a primal bellow as he finally let loose, his hips twitching as each salvo pumped into her. The unyielding grip of her womb served to seal his seed in, his cock a perfect plug for nearly a gallon of creamy baby-batter inside her. The bulge in her belly grew swiftly, larger and larger, until she was swollen with seed, looking nearly three months pregnant in just minutes.

As the searing pleasure of the immense orgasm ebbed away, Aiko's body went nearly limp atop Rich's unflagging shaft, falling back against Rich's chest, her swollen womb radiating warm, soothing pleasure through her body. “Master... I'm so full...” She moaned out, hands trembling as they came up to rest upon her cum-bump. He panted, drained from the powerful climax and the massive load he poured into her still-gripping womb. He wrapped an arm around her as they stood there, relaxing for a long moment. Then he shifted, stepping toward the bed and gently easing the two of them to the bed. She whimpered softly as his movements made her body bounce on his still-hard cock, her oversensitive pussy sending sparks through her body. Delicately, he lay them both down, and slowly began to ease his iron shaft from her spasming snatch. Her womb squeezed around his head as he removed it, resealing itself swiftly, letting only a  tiny dribble of his potent spunk escape. She moaned softly as his head scraped over her walls on the way out.

Once it was entirely free, they both rolled over, flopping to their backs, panting with exhaustion. Aiko felt her eyes beginning to close, the trio of climaxes just too much for her to handle all at once. As she felt darkness descending on her, she rested a hand on her cum-filled womb and rolled to look at Rich. “Master... Did I... Did I do good?” She asked, quietly.
Rich looked to her for a moment, somewhat surprised by the question, before he smiled warmly, rolling back to his side and planting a tender kiss upon her lips. “You did great. The best.” He assured her as their lips parted.
Aiko smiled, drowsily, laying back completely. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind dwelled on the ocean of cum in her belly, wondering what their kids would be like. She fell asleep picturing strong sons and beautiful daughters. She wondered, vaguely, if her daughters might follow Sam's example, but found, to her surprise, she didn't mind the idea.

As Aiko drifted to sleep, Rich smiled, planting a final peck on her forehead, a last gesture of affection, before pushing himself up from the bed, slowly rising to his feet with a groan. He took a moment to stretch in the middle of the room, working out the tension in his back. He made a mental note not to try airborne sex again today or his back would regret it tomorrow. He had to pace himself, after all. He grinned. Three more to go. Who should be next?