[Musing] Daddy's Gift

[pre-story]Almost a full year since the first part came out, the story suddenly continues for Father's Day! [redacted][/pre-story]

Cynthia bit her lip, her heart thudding in her chest as Daddy lined his big fat black cock up with her tight little teenage pussy, Mommy’s fingers spreading her ebony lips to reveal the glistening pink within. “Happy Father’s day, sweetie” Mommy purred, and then Daddy thrust his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned aloud.


Almost a year had passed since she’d fucked Daddy under the fireworks. Mommy had set down two ground rules right away. One: Daddy couldn’t fuck Cynthia unless Mommy was there, and two: Daddy couldn’t fuck Cynthia’s pussy. After all, Mommy had had Cynthia as a teenager and knew first-hand what a baby could do to a young girl’s life, and no birth control was 100% effective. So, for the last eleven months, she’d sucked Daddy’s cock almost every night. Mommy liked to watch, it seemed. After watching her petite daughter suck her big strong husband’s cock, sometimes she’d take a turn, showing Cynthia how to suck Daddy just right, sometimes she’d turn on Cynthia instead and eat her out to orgasm after orgasm. Then, Daddy would usually move in and fuck Mommy while Cynthia watched, but sometimes he’d roll Cynthia over and fuck her tight little ass. She only let him do it on weekends, though, his big, fat cock always left her sore and limping the next day.

Over those eleven months, Cynthia had really blossomed. Her washboard chest had grown into perky, palm-filling B cups, capped with long, dark nipples that begged to be sucked, and her ass, once almost bony, had filled and firmed into a deliciously tight, shapely backside. She was still slender and petite, of course, with long, smooth mahogany legs and a tight, narrow waist. She wore her hair in a pair of puffballs these days, and when she smiled, one could still see the gleam of silver braces. She smiled a lot more now. She’d given up on competing with Becky over Kevin, and her daily life was a lot simpler now that she wasn’t picking fights anymore. After all, what did she need a boy for when she had a real man?

Mommy had been the one who came up with the plan for father’s day, and Cynthia had gleefully gone along with it. After the younger siblings had all gone to bed, Mommy and Cynthia had disappeared up to the master bedroom while Daddy finished watching the game. When he came up for bed, he’d found both the girls laid out on the sheets, nearly naked except for red lacy lingerie and ribbons. Mommy was all curves, an ebony idol of fertility, with thick, smooth thighs, a big, juicy ass, and bra-busting tits that Cynthia could only wistfully envy, with deep brown, curly, shoulder-length hair and smoldering chestnut eyes. They’d looked up at him and smiled as he walked into the room, his wife’s grin bright white and his daughter’s gleaming silver. They’d rolled over to strike sultry poses.

“Are you ready for your real father’s day present?” Mommy had asked with a suggestive purr. When Daddy had looked puzzled, her grin widened. She’d slithered up behind Cynthia, resting her daughter’s head on her pillowy cleavage as her hands had slid down to her little girl’s shapely thighs and spread them wide. Cynthia felt her cheeks flush, partly with embarrassment at the position and partly with anticipation. The crotchless panties neatly framed her hairless pussy lips, the dark, glistening folds spreading as her thighs parted to reveal the pale pink flesh within. “Tonight, you finally get to fuck Cynthia’s pussy again. And it’s her safe day, so you won’t need a condom.” Mommy had purred.

Daddy was out of his clothes and hard as steel in record time, and on top of her a moment later. Cynthia had bit her lip as he lined himself up with her tight little teenage pussy, watching eagerly as Mommy’s hand came in to spread her open a little further. Cynthia had lied. It wasn’t a safe day. At first, she’d just said she was going to be safe so she would be able feel Daddy’s raw cock inside her again, feel him exploding inside her like a firework… But as the fateful day drew closer and closer, she’d found herself getting more and more excited by the idea, the risk that her Daddy might knock her up. She was a bad girl, keeping secrets, a naughty girl who deserved to be punished, punished by having to walk across the stage at graduation with her belly swollen with Daddy’s baby…

Daddy thrust his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned as a burst of brilliant light went off behind her eyes, her spine arching, pushing back against Mommy’s curvy body. He was inside her. So fucking big… She must have sucked him hundreds of times, but his cock felt even bigger than usual in her pussy, her tight little teenage slit squeezing around him. It was the perfect fit, just short of a foot long, it reached deep inside her, almost to her womb, and it was thick as her wrist, stretching her open wide enough that it hurt just the tiniest bit. “Daddy…” she moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his broad, muscular shoulders as he ground his hips against hers, his pubic bone pressing on her clit, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. “F-Fuck me, Daddy. Make me your little slut again.” She urged, a slight tremble in her voice. She’d been dreaming of this for so long...

Daddy didn’t need much encouragement. He drew his hips back slowly, his flared ridge tugging and teasing at Cynthia’s inner walls as he did. Cynthia gasped as Mommy’s fingers trailed over her stretched lips, tracing their way up to find her hard clit peeking out of its hood. One slender digit swirled around the tender bud, making Cynthia moan once again. Suddenly, Daddy thrust again, and Cynthia’s moan rose an octave as that big, fat cock once more plowed into her barely-used pussy. Cynthia’s grip on Daddy’s shoulders tightened, nails digging into his muscles uselessly. Mommy’s free hand slid up, cupping one of Cynthia's pert, perky breasts, fingertips seeking out the rock-hard nipple and giving it a sharp tweak. Cynthia was trapped, outnumbered. Pinned between the soft, plush curves of Mommy and the rugged granite muscle of Daddy, being fucked from one and and teased from the other. She was completely overwhelmed, her mind swimming in a churning sea of glorious sensation. It was terrifying, and she never wanted it to end.

Daddy soon set himself a punishing pace, his abs rippling as he drove his big, fat cock in and out of his daughter’s tight little pussy again and again. Cynthia could only moan and writhe beneath the savage thrusts, her lithe teenage body spasming as sensations ripped through her. Squirming as she was, each thrust came in at a new angle, grinding against new, long-untouched nerves that came back to life with a vengeance as the monumental shaft levered inside her tight, gripping pussy. His cock, the cock that made her, was fucking her brains out. It felt so fucking good inside her. Nothing else reached this deep, not fingers, not tongues, not even the biggest of her toys could measure up to this perfect cock! “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy Daddy DaddyDaddyDaddy~!” She moaned out again and again, crying out his name faster and faster until the cries melded together into a single, breathless mantra, worshipfully thanking him and pleading for more at the same time.

“Hey, now, don’t forget about me.” Mommy chided with a teasing smirk, giving her daughter’s clit a sharp squeeze that made the lithe teenager’s body stiffen, her back arching as her core spasmed around Daddy’s jackhammering cock. Mommy’s eyes widened with surprise, then her smirk widened as she cradled Cynthia’s trembling body in her arms. “Did you just cum, baby?” She purred as her daughter’s body relaxed once again, still bouncing rhythmically against her as her husband continued to relentlessly fuck her barely-conscious body.

Cynthia’s head lolled back onto the pillows of her Mommy’s tits, her eyes unfocused, dazed with pleasure. “Mommy...” She breathed as her eyes began to focus once again. One hand pulled away from Daddy’s shoulders, reaching up to weave her fingers into Mommy’s curls. “Mommy~!” Cynthia purred lustily as she pulled Mommy’s head down. Mommy obliged, and the two girls’ lips met, mother and daughter sharing a very-not-platonic upside-down kiss, plump, soft lips pressed together as tongues swirled and coiled around each other. Muffled moans emerged from the passionate lip-lock as Daddy continued to fuck Cynthia’s tight little teenage pussy, and Mommy’s hands got back to work teasing and toying with her daughter’s most sensitive spots.

They fucked like that for what felt like ages before Daddy groaned, his hips suddenly accelerating, his rough, strong hands grabbing her hips and gripping hard. Through her post-orgasmic daze, Cynthia knew exactly what that meant. Daddy was getting close. He was going to cum soon. Gallons of hot, creamy cum, all for her. The same thick, virile seed that he poured into Mommy to make her. It was going to pump it straight into her fertile, unprotected, dangerously ripe teenage womb. She moaned into Mommy’s lips. He was going to knock up his daughter right in front of his wife! The very idea was so wrong, so twisted and perverse!

Cynthia’s body responded automatically, her pussy squeezing tighter around Daddy’s fat cock, her womb descending to meet its maker, it’s barrier spasming open, eager to drink in his potent cum. She knew she shouldn’t let this happen. She should tell him to pull out, confess the truth, get him to put on a condom. Instead, her long, lithe legs wrapped around Daddy’s hips, ankles locking behind his back, heels digging into his tight, muscular ass, spurring him on, pulling him deeper. She needed to feel it, she needed his cum inside her hungry womb, she needed him to breed her!

Cynthia let out a particularly loud moan, breaking the kiss, her lips pulling away from Mommy’s, the older woman’s talented fingers still teasing her achingly sensitive clit and diamond-hard nipples. “DADDY!” Cynthia cried out, writhing in ecstasy, her hips rolling and thrusting against his with desperate lust. “CUM, Daddy! Cum in me! Fill me up!” She pleaded. Her hand moved from Mommy’s head to his, pulling him down to kiss him with all the same passionate love and lust she had her mother, their lips crushed together hard as their tongues rolled and swirled together hungrily.

Daddy slammed his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned into his lips as she squeezed her legs around them, locking around him, pulling him in as far as he could, the blunt crown nosing against the spasming entrance to her womb. Mommy had to pull her hand away from Cynthia’s clit, her husband’s hips grinding there now, crushing the tender bud between their bodies. Cynthia felt his cock lurch, throbbing violently deep inside her once, then twice, before the surge of cum finally made its way up his length and blasted from the tip of his cock. Daddy came like a firehose, a massive torrent of thick, hot cum pouring into her as she trembled, pinned between his granite body and Mommy’s softness. The feeling of his white-hot spunk pumping into her unprotected womb, of being filled with his potent seed, was enough to set off her second climax, her entire body spasming uncontrollably as her muscles pulled tight, her pussy rippling and milking the fat black shaft planted deep inside her.

Cynthia must have blacked out at some point, because the next thing she knew, she was hanging limply in Mommy’s arms, the older woman’s fingers still teasing her sensitive nipples. Daddy was grinding his hips against hers, his monumental cock still planted deep inside her and still hard as steel. He was leaned over her limp form, his lips pressed against Mommy’s, the married couple kissing passionately as they shared the slutty teenage daughter between them. Cynthia was still, her gut telling her not to disturb the two.

The kiss broke after another moment or two. They looked into one-another’s eyes and smiled, a warm, grateful, loving smile, shared between the two. “I love you, Susan.” Daddy half-whispered affectionately.

“I love you too, Daniel.” Mommy smiled back in reply.

Cynthia waited another breath or two before stirring more noticeably, drawing the attention of her parents properly. They smiled down at her together as she looked up at them. Daddy leaned in and kissed her again, but this time, it was a gentle, loving kiss. “I love you, Cynthia.” He breathed as he pulled away.

“I love you too, baby.” Mommy joined in, tilting Cynthia’s head back to steal a kiss of her own.

“Aww, I love you both!” Cynthia added, reached out to awkwardly wrap one arm around each parent, squeezing them gently.

Daddy looked back and forth between the two women, still smiling warmly. “Seriously, I love both of you so much right now. Thank you.”

Mommy smirked wryly “You say thanks now, but we’ll see if you’re singing the same tune in a couple months when she’s all cranky and hormonal.”

Cynthia and Daddy both blinked, looking at her, Daddy confused, Cynthia panicked. Mommy simply smirked a little wider. “Of course, nothing’s set in stone yet… but I bet a few more loads would help make certain she’s knocked up properly.” She purred, fingers trailing down her daughter’s body to tease Cynthia’s clit again. Cynthia shuddered, the touch on the super-sensitive bud making her pussy spasm around Daddy’s cock, which throbbed in response. “What do you say, ‘Daddy’?” Mommy asked, teasingly. Daddy swallowed, looking down at Cynthia, and his cock lurched again.