Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]I’m REALLY glad I managed to build up a buffer over the last couple months. Writer's block is a bitch. Daddy's Home: New Life continues! The meeting gets put on hold, and William meets some more of the local ladies! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 3

William jolted awake as his brain screamed ‘FALLING!’, his limbs suddenly flailing instinctively to try and stabilize him only to end up slamming his elbow painfully into the floor. “Guh- Fuck!” he cursed, wincing and sharply pulling his arm up to his chest to cradle his bashed elbow. He groaned inwardly, and slowly opened his eyes, only to see three faces looking down at him from above, Ms. Yoshida, plus two he didn’t recognize. She was joined by a pair of tawny-skinned girls, freckle-dusted faces framed by thick manes of springy curls, one with dark brown hair, the other dyed a bright aqua blue.

The blue-haired one smirked, wryly, and looked back at the others. “See? He’s already waking up.” She commented, gesturing slightly with something William suddenly realized was an open pocket knife. He stiffened with apprehension, his confusion deepening.

“Oh, thank god.” Kanae breathed, visibly relieved, sinking down to sit on her ankles.

The brown-haired girl shot the blue-haired one a look, then looked back down to William, her expression worried. “I- I apologize, Sir, I should have stopped her, please don’t be…” she began, starting to babble, then stopped herself. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and when she opened them again, her expression was calm, soft and reassuring. “Please relax, Sir, you’re okay, but you shouldn’t move just yet. You passed out, briefly, due to restricted blood flow. It appears your collar was too tight around your neck, not enough to fully stop blood flow, but enough to slow it down so that, in your heightened emotional state, you couldn’t get enough oxygen to your brain.” She explained. “We were working to release the tension, but...”

The blue-haired one interjected. “BUT, they were taking too long, and since time was of the essence…” She explained, holding up the pocket knife in one hand, and in the other, the remains of his necktie, cleanly cut through, right next to the knot. “I figured it was worth sacrificing a cheap tie to make sure you could still have the ability to, you know, talk.” She clarified, pointedly, shooting a look back at her sister.

William blinked, processing all this new information for a moment. Then another. It was a lot to take in, after all. His hand went up to nis neck, feeling his now-opened collar and the raw edge where the girl’s knife sliced it open. “So… I’m okay, then? Nothing too serious?” He finally asked.

The brown haired girl nodded. “You should be alright now, however, since you did lose consciousness, I have to recommend getting a full examination, just to be completely safe and make sure there was no lasting damage.”

William groaned inwardly, again, and pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’m- I’m alright, I think, besides, I was in the middle of a meeting with Ms. Yoshida here…” He began to put together an excuse, only to be abruptly cut off as Kanae spoke up..

“Mr. Thomas, I believe the primary matter of our meeting is concluded for the moment, and as it seems you have a pressing matter to attend to, we can safely delay discussing the details.” Kanae spoke in a calm, practiced manner as she pushed herself to her feet, straightened her skirt, and offered a curt bow. “I believe the sisters will be able to escort you to the front door. Please, feel free to call and schedule a follow-up appointment after your business at the hospital.” She added, simply.

William gave a small sigh of resignation, pushing himself to his feet, the other girls doing the same. “...Alright, then, I suppose I probably should get checked out…” He muttered, then turned, allowing himself to be escorted out the door by the two girls.

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The doctor clicked his flashlight off and lowered it from William’s eyes, nodding as he tucked it into a pocket. “Well. No signs of a concussion from your fall, no obvious symptoms of brain damage from lack of blood flow… Seems like there’s no complications.” He announced, standing up and holding his tablet up in front of him, re-reading his chart. “It is a little odd that a healthy individual like you would pass out from just a tight collar, though. I’m going to have to check your blood pressure and run a circulatory assessment. Unfortunately, I have other patients that I need to check in on, but a nurse will be in shortly to examine you.” He explained, curtly, already turning for the door before William could even grunt affirmatively.

William was suddenly alone in the silent exam room, sighing slightly and reclining back on the exam table, the crinkle of the paper sheet beneath him breaking the silence. He pulled out his phone, idly flicking this way and that, searching for something to keep himself occupied as he waited. He’d shed the remains of his too-small dress shirt, leaving him in just his khakis and a white undershirt, the thin material stretched over his muscular torso like a second skin, clinging to every contour of sculpted granite muscle.

He heard the click of the door latch and looked up, eyes widening slightly in surprise as he recognized the pair of nurses walking into the room. The sisters who’d been there when he’d woken up had apparently changed between then and now, dressed in matching light blue scrubs. “Well, well, look who it is.” The blue haired one commented with a smirk as she closed the door behind them.

“I could say the same. You’re nurses?” William replied.

“Don’t sound SO surprised.” The blue-haired one shot back.

William raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “No offense meant, you just seemed a little young to be nurses.”

The brown haired one bit her lip before speaking up. “Well, um, technically, we’re trainees… We’re still in school, but we work here part time for course credit…” She explained, then paused, suddenly looking horrified. “Oh, but don’t worry, we know what we’re doing!” She hastily assured.

The blue haired one grinned. “Yup! One quadruple amputation, as ordered! Lemme go get the bone saw.”

William smirked, and the brown-haired one looked exasperated. “...I’m sorry about my sister. I’m Layla Washington, and I’ll be taking care of you.”

The blue-haired one rolled her eyes. “Kayla Washington. And before you ask, yes, we’re twins, we’re identical, and we aren’t telepathic.”

William blinked, mentally stumbling as she answered the first three questions that came to mind before he’d even had a chance to ask them. “...Okay, good to know.” He replied, after a moment, then shook his head. “William Thomas.” He added, introducing himself.

“Pleased to meet you in less… tense circumstances, Mr. Thomas.” Layla replied, that mask of professional serenity once more coming over her as she raised up her phone and took a second look at the display. “We’ll be taking your vitals and performing a circulation assessment this afternoon, do you have any questions?”

William shook his head. “Nope, I’m all yours, girls. Just be gentle.” He chuckled as the two approached the exam table, moving off to either side of him. Kayla swiftly attached a monitor to one finger, and Layla wrapped a pressure cuff around his bicep, putting her stethoscope into her ears as she set to work pumping it up.

Kayla spoke up, after a moment or two. “Thomas, huh? Haven’t heard of that branch. Your folks move outta town or something?” She inquired.

William shook his head “From what I heard, it was definitely more of an ‘or something’ kinda thing…” He muttered, then paused. “Wait. I only just found out I was related to the whole… Johnson... clan... thing. How’d you know?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

Kayla smirked. “It’s not hard to guess who’s related to the Johnsons and who isn’t, big guy. The guys are all tall and buff, and the ladies have some, as you may have noticed, spectacular tits.” She commented, playfully leaning forward a little to let her breasts hang off her slender chest and give him a glimpse down her neckline into the deep cleavage underneath.

William’s eyes widened for a moment before he managed to rip them away, his face flushing. Even in scrubs, the world’s least-flattering clothes, there was no denying she and her sister did have some incredible bodies, most notably, breasts that were easily the size of ripe cantaloupes, standing out proudly from their slender, youthful frames. William had been trying not to notice them, though it was certainly tough. Before today, he’d never seen anything larger than an E-cup in person, at least, not on any woman who wasn’t overweight. But here, there were tits and asses that would have made porn stars envious on almost every other woman he passed on the way into town. These two were probably just barely out of high school, and they had bodies that porn stars would pay tens of thousands of dollars to imitate with surgeries and treatments…

Kayla snickered at his reaction. “Oh wow, you MUST be new in town. I haven’t seen a blush like that in years.” She laughed. The device on his finger suddenly beeped, and Kayla swiftly removed it, glancing at the display before setting it aside and shaking her head dismissively. “Numbers all look pretty normal, but we still gotta do the assessment.” She commented as she went to work, picking up his wrist in one hand and looking closely at his fingers. William thought, for a moment, that might be the end of the conversation, but then Kayla shifted, and he felt something press against his upper arm, something big, soft, and warm...

William tried very hard to ignore the feeling of the teenager’s melon-sized breasts resting on his arm. Kayla was silent for a moment as she carefully examined each of his fingers in turn, pinching each segment between finger and thumb for a moment before pulling away, watching how quickly the color returned to his skin. One might think she was just very focused on her task, but he could practically feel her smirking as she slowly went through the procedure, occasionally shifting to remind him of her presence. “I really like your cologne.” She spoke, breaking the tense silence. “The boys at school douse themselves with spray-on deodorant instead of showering, you can practically taste it when you pass them in the hall. But I like this scent. It’s subtle, a little sophisticated, mature, but very… masculine…” She elaborated with a sultry purr as she pressed her chest against his arm a little more firmly.

William was about to reply that he wasn’t wearing any cologne, when a sharp mechanical hiss from his other side interrupted, and he looked over to see Layla letting the air out of the pressure cuff and glaring across the exam table at her sister. “What are you doing?” She demanded, her voice little louder than a whisper.

“Assessing distal lividity.” Kayle replied back, smugly.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re sexually harassing a patient!” She shot back, angrily.

“Relax, I’m just having a little fun, and he’s certainly not complaining…” Kayla replied, without looking at her sister or even pausing her examination. “In fact, I bet he wouldn’t mind a little symmetry, if you know what I mean. He’s totally your type, isn’t he?”

Layla sputtered indignantly for a moment, then closed her eyes and took another deep breath, calming herself down before opening her eyes again. “Fine. I’ll just go get started on the lower extremities.” she declared, then turned to face William. “Mr. Thomas, would you please remove your socks?” She asked.

“Oh, sure.” William replied, lifting one foot up to his lap and starting to pull off his sock by the toe.

“That’s not the procedure.” Kayla abruptly announce in a playful sing-song tone, and William paused, confused.

Layla’s lips tightened. “...It’s fine. It’s at the practitioner’s discretion.”

“It’s at the practitioner’s discretion to determine if they’re short enough. These are full-length.” Kayla rebutted.

Layla closed her eyes once more, struggling to maintain her composure. “...Why are you doing this?”

Kayla smirked, still not looking in her direction. “Because I’m right, because you’re my sister, and because I like watching you squirm. Besides, I know you’re as curious as I am.”

Layla searched for a response for a moment, trying to justify a way out of this, but eventually, her shoulders slumped and she let out a defeated sigh, before speaking up again “...Mr. Thomas, would you please remove your pants, as well?”

William glanced back and forth between the sisters, uncertainly, for a moment, before slowly reaching for his belt buckle. As his fingers loosened the clasp, he tried not to think about the twin teenage girls he was about to expose himself too, or about the fact that they were both built like sex machines, or the feeling of cantaloupe-sized breasts pressed against his shoulder...

Happy Birthday, Ch. 9

[pre-story]Dani finally gets what she's been craving. 

As always, if you like what I do, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]


Happy Birthday: Chapter 9 

John’s jaw fell open as he saw Aunt Christina standing nearby, his eyes wide with panic and his mouth suddenly dry. He gaped for a moment, before Abby suddenly wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his head back down, into her cleavage. “If Dani keeps sleeping in all through the summer, she’ll be in real trouble when school start again.” Abby explained, casually, a playful smile on her soft lips.

Aunt Christina shook her head, striding toward the kitchen table.  “Oh, I’m not worried. She’s such a serious girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” She replied, every step sending her pale, lightly-freckled, watermelon-sized tits swaying and wobbling within the confines of her gauzy silk robe, threatening to bounce completely free at any second. Aunt Christina heaved a sigh as she planted one hand on the table and leaned on it, looking at the scene before her, John seated at the table, his face buried in Abby’s chest as the teenaged redhead straddled his legs, squirming on his lap, his legs vanishing beneath the tablecloth. “It’s such a shame. Dani’s such a diligent, clever, hard-working girl… If only the rest of you had turned out more like her, instead of a pack of naughty little misbehaving sluts…” She muttered with a smirk, shaking her head.

“What can I say? We learned from the best.” Abby shot back with a smirk of her own as she rolled her hips, grinding her sex against the base of her favorite cousin’s throbbing cock.

John stiffened beneath Abby, letting out a deep groan, the sound muffled by the eldest sister’s prodigious tits, as the triplets under the table took the roll of Abby’s hips as a signal to go ahead. Betty and Cherry’s tongues went to work, lavishing the steely pillar of John’s cock with long, wet licks, before reaching out to trail the tips of their tongues back down, tracing along the bulging veins along its base. Dani, meanwhile, couldn’t bring herself to move, frozen stock-still in terror, her soft lips still stretched lewdly around the fat, helmet-shaped head, hands wrapped around the midpoint of his member.

Christina arched an eyebrow at the sudden groan from her nephew, then glanced down toward the edge of the tablecloth, her smirk widening. “Ahh, I see~. So that’s where the other two went.” She commented, discussing her daughters sucking off their cousin at the breakfast table as casually as one might comment on the weather.

Abby put on a playful pout. “I’m so jealous, mommy~!” she whined, putting on a childish voice. “My little sisters snuck around behind my back and now they’re hogging Johnny’s big, fat sausage! And they won’t even share~!” she complained, pulling John’s head deeper into her cleavage, her pillowy tits squeezing around the sides of his head.

A giggle rose up from under the table as Betty and Cherry continued teasing their way down his shaft until their tongues wandered down to his sack, the twins eagerly burying their freckled faces in Johns’ fat balls, tongue-polishing the hefty spheres as they let loose a chorus of exaggerated moans and loud slurps, muffled by mouthfuls of man-meat.

Christina smirked, wryly. “You didn’t get your fill last night? You girls are so insatiable…” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

Abby laughed. “Oh, mommy, don’t pretend you’re not just as hungry to feel that big, fat, beefy cock sliding down your throat as we are… You only wear that robe when you’re trying to tempt John into ripping it off you and fucking your brains out~.” She shot back, licking her lips hungrily.

Christina bit her lip for a moment, bright white teeth sinking into soft, pale pink flesh. “...Well, when you say it like that, it’s certainly tempting…” She muttered, pausing for a moment. She stepped closer to John’s chair, leaning forward just enough to let her massive breasts graze against his shoulder, then balled a fist and rapped her knuckles sharply on the tabletop in front of him “You girls better hurry up down there-” She called out, then licked her lips. “- the rest of us are waiting for our turn!”

John groaned again, the sound once more muffled by Abby’s pillowy tits, and Betty and Cherry giggled. Betty pulled her head up out of John’s balls for a moment, a wicked grin on her lips as she held a finger up, gesturing Cherry to stay quiet. “You heard mom, sis- better get to work!” She called out, loud enough to be heard above the table, as she looked straight at Dani, shooting her a wink before diving back down to continue sloppily tongue-polishing John’s hefty balls.

The youngest of the four sisters had frozen like a deer in headlights at the sound of her mother’s voice. Her soft, pink lips were stretched tight around the massive, swollen tip of her cousin’s glorious cum-cannon as the head throbbed against her tongue, her cheeks hollowed, her delicate hands not quite managing to wrap completely around his steel-hard cock’s thickness as she tried not to so much as breathe, lest she be discovered. But Betty’s words stirred her from her daze. Mom thought she was still asleep upstairs. Her heart started to beat again. She could still get away with this, she could still live out her fantasy- and right under mom’s nose! She swallowed, nervously, and let out a muffled sound as she felt clear, salty precum slide down her throat. Her nipples were hard as diamond, the pink peaks of her perky b-cups pushing against the thin, white material of her tank top, as her hands began to move, slowly stroking up and down John’s fearsome shaft.

John groaned again into Abby’s cleavage, this whole situation was crazy, but then, his entire life was the sort of thing that lesser men dreamed of, who but he could honestly say they’d ever had five beautiful redheads throwing themselves at them? Who could claim they’d fucked mother and daughter one after another, who could claim sleeping with triplets, who could claim they’d ever slept with ONE woman as gloriously busty and fat-assed as the teenage slut squirming in his lap, let alone three? So… why not embrace it? He pulled his head up out of Abby’s chest, and with a hungry growl, threw an arm out, and wrapped it around Christina’s incredibly wide hips, fingers sinking deep into one of the thick, juicy globes of her ass as he gave it a possessive squeeze.

Christina gasped in surprise mixed with delight at the sudden show of force as John squeezed and kneaded her ass with one hand, and did the same with her daughter’s with the other. She bit her lip. He was only a teenager, but he grabbed her ass like he owned her, her, a mature, successful, independent woman and mother of four... and in a way, he did. Any other boy his age would get a smack across the face and a stern lecture for grabbing her ass like that, and if that boy had dared to grope her DAUGHTER the same way in her presence, she’d have broken his wrist before getting him arrested. But her nephew, this boy- no, this young man- he could do anything he wanted to her, as much is it hurt to admit it. He could grab her ass, he could grope her tits, he could bend her over and fuck her in the middle of the street, he could take anything of hers he wanted, her possessions, her body, even her daughters, and she wouldn’t offer more than a token resistance. He wasn’t even twenty yet, and already he was a true alpha male, a fucking STUD, manlier than any man she’d even known, with hundreds of notches on his bedpost, and while he still had the sweet and obliging personality he’d had growing up, there was a deep, unshakable confidence underneath it all, a certain cockiness that was growing more and more prominent with each passing year, as well as the pussy-destroying megadick to back it up. What would he be like in ten years? How many thousands of women would he conquer with that beastly, jaw-breakingly thick cock? How many would he breed with that potent Best family seed? She didn’t know, and she didn’t really care- not as long as he continued to pound that massive fucking cock into her on regular basis, at least-  but still, the very idea left her thighs soaked with glistening nectar.

Dani’s head bobbed in time with her hands, lips popping back and forth over the flared ridge of John’s cockhead, stretched tight like a rubber band, her tongue squirming against the cum-slit as the throbbing shaft spat one dollop after another onto the pink muscle, drowning her taste buds in the thick, musky flavor of his seed. Her eyelids fluttered as she unthinkingly let out a moan around the bulbous knob, her hands still pumping up and down his vein-marbled length, squeezing as tight as they could, desperately milking his monstrous member. With each throb that stretched her lips, she grew more and more passionate, driven on by the knowledge that each pulse brought her reward closer and closer, brought John closer and closer to the edge. Soon, she had thrown caution to the wind, moaning whorishly as she twisted her head side to side as she continued to bob, spiraling up and down over the few inches she managed to fit into her mouth, tongue flicking over the cum-slit at the tip each time she pulled back.

All the While, Betty and Cherry continued to slavishly worship John’s fat, cum-heavy balls, talented tongues roaming over every inch of his hefty, orange-sized balls, rolling them around until every last inch glistened with a sheen of saliva. Time and time again, the sisters pushed forward, one, then the other, burying their faces in his sack as they hungrily stretched their soft lips around his swollen spheres. Their cheeks hollowed as they struggled in vain to engulf the oversized orbs, moaning and slurping messily as they sucked and kissed at them, drowning themselves in his salty, musky balls until they had to pull back to gasp for air, faces smeared with their own spit in a nasty show of devotion to the twin globes that produced the seemingly endless cum they so desperately craved.

John growled with pleasure, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. He was overwhelmed, by the sensations and by the situation around him. While Dani had a lot to learn when it come to sucking cock, she more than made up for it with passion and eagerness, and that wasn’t taking into account the knowledge that his cute little cousin was not only sucking his cock, but had dreamed about sucking his cock for years! Just imagining her innocent face with her soft lips stretched wide around his cock… Meanwhile, Betty and Cherry needed no instruction when it came to servicing his sack, the two threw themselves into the task with such incredible intensity and hunger. Then there was Abby, the busty beauty grinding her dooling pussy against his shaft as she writhed in his lap like a stripper, her massive breasts pressed against his broad chest, hard nipples poking him, clearly emphasizing her arousal. And then there was Aunt Christina, the mother of all four, with her fat, juicy ass and tits like watermelons, half-busting out of the thin material of her loosely-tied robe, still ignorant that her youngest daughter was just under the table and out of sight, that she was just as much of a cum-hungry cock addict as the rest of the family.

John’s grip on the girl’s asses tightened, fingers sinking deeper into the pale, pillowy flesh as he grit his teeth and let out a strained groan. The monstrous shaft between his legs suddenly throbbed violently, bucking with such force that it pulled itself from Dani’s lips with a pop, swiftly followed by a whimper of excitement as she realized what was coming. Betty and Cherry were in the middle of double-teaming one heavy ball, moaning and giggling playfully as they rolled it back and forth between them with their tongues, when his sack began to tighten, the sisters following along as their treat pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. Abby let out a gasp of surprise as the beast throbbed against her slit.

“Ohh, fuck, you’re cumming! Do it! Cum all over her! Cover her!” Abby moaned, grinding her drooling slit against his vein-marbled shaft, at least, as much as she could, with him still squeezing her ass tight.

“Please…” Dani moaned, without thinking, as she struggled to lever the steel-hard shaft down and aim it at herself.

“Hurry and cum-” Christina urged, only to cut off mid-sentence, brow suddenly furrowing “-wait, Dani?” She muttered, confused.

It was too late, John didn’t even hear them, drowning Christina’s question out with a deep, primal growl that rose out of his core as the dam inside him crumbled, unleashing a massive wave of pleasure that surged through him. It engulfed him completely, crashing through his mind and sweeping away all trace of thoughts, flooding his body and drowned his every nerve in pleasure. His shaft lurched again and again in Dani’s grip as she squirmed in heady anticipation, her thighs rubbing together to try and soothe the burning hunger between them. She didn’t have long to wait. The finger-thick tube running along the underside of his shaft bulged as white-hot seed boiled up from his core, coursing up the length of his member, she could feel the raw force behind it against her thumbs as it rocketed toward the swollen head. Dani’s eyes were wide and staring, entranced by the smooth, helmet-shaped head like a snake by a flute, watching fixated as the slit at its tip opened, just a little.

The first shot fired from the tip of John’s cock like the blast of a fire hose, a finger-thick stream of pearly white cum that struck Dani right on the bridge of the nose. It hit with surprising force, her head was forced back, it felt like she’d been hit by a water balloon to the face, and much like a water balloon, the moment it struck, it splattered in every direction. She cried out in surprise, squeezing her eyes shut just in time to avoid getting it in them, but found her eyelids glued shut by a thick, sticky layer of hot, creamy goo. It wasn’t just her eyes though, she could feel it all over her face, and the thick, musky odor filled her nose when she tried to breathe… She couldn’t see, she could only feel it, coating her skin, hot and thick, covering her, sticking to her, staining her, marking her as a nasty little cum-slut, his little cum-slut…

Dani’s mouth opened to let out a moan, only to have her cry suddenly cut off as John’s cock fired again, the second blast of cum just as copious and forceful as the first, it struck the edge of her upper lip, splattering up and into her nose, coating her lips and pouring into her open mouth. She choked as the sudden mouthful of cum caught her by surprise, her cousin’s molten seed making her taste buds light up with the salty, musky flavor of pure manliness, and struggled to suck a breath in through her nose, only to find the thick, sticky cream had filled her nose as well. She couldn’t breathe. She was drowning. Drowning in cum. Drowning in John’s thick, hot, potent, salty, delicious, creamy cum-

Dani stiffened suddenly, shaking violently as an orgasm struck her like a fist to the gut, raw pleasure suddenly exploding in her core, a violent ecstasy ripping through her, overloading her mind and body with sensation. Her muscles locked up, pulling tight as she shook in the grip of her climax, her arms curling slightly, unintentionally aiming the throbbing, bucking cum-cannon down further and further as it continued to fire, spurts of cum coating her chin, her neck, and finally her chest, blasting her thin tank top with thick ropes of cum until it was completely soaked through, clinging to her perky breasts. All throughout, Dani was lost and shuddering with pleasure, her senses smothered by a thick layer of potent seed… all except touch. She could feel each time his cock throbbed in her hands, feel each shot that splattered against her skin, feel him paint her entire front half pearly white, and each hot, wet, forceful impact against her skin sent another shockwave of pleasure rippling through her.

Dani’s lungs were starting to burn by the time John’s balls were finally empty, and as those last drops of cum dripped onto her thighs, Dani suddenly slumped, letting go of John’s cock as her arms went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. There was a moment of near silence, John quietly panting for breath after unleashing that massive load, and then, a quiet gulp, followed by a desperate gasp. Dani shot back up, face coated in a thick mask of john’s thick, creamy cum, her now-empty mouth open wide, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Slowly, her hands came up, roaming to her chest, squishing into the cum-soaked material of her tank top and giving a ragged moan as she rubbed it against her skin, feeling the warm, wet material drag over her rock-hard nipples.

Christina stared at her youngest daughter as she soaked in John’s cum and bit her lip, torn. On one hand, she knew she should be angry. She’d been very clear, Dani was too young, even if only by a couple weeks, and both she and John had disobeyed her. The triplets, she didn’t mind seeing like this, they reminded her so much of herself, with bodies made for sex, bodies that craved it, but Dani… she couldn’t help but think of her as an innocent little girl. And yet, here she was, completely soaked in John’s cum and obviously loving every second of it, just like her sisters did… just like she did. A shiver ran down her spine. He’d turned her little girl into another little slut eager to serve his fat, teenage cock, just like he’d made the rest of his daughters into his fucktoys, just like he’d turned her into the kind of woman who would get wet at the thought of her own daughters worshipping his fat, throbbing fucktool… Just like he turned every woman he met into a drooling, whimpering, cock-hungry bitch. Deep down, she’d always known this would happen someday, that Dani would join his ever-growing harem. It was just… inevitable.


Christina tongue peeked out, subconsciously licking all around her full, pink lips. “...I hope you saved some for the rest of us.” She finally muttered as she crawled beneath the table, toward her still-moaning daughter.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 8

[pre-story]I know the last chapter left you hungry for more, so I hope this makes up for it!

As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 8 

“Wait, fuck, Dani?” John called out, hoping to hear her answer from another room, even as he felt a pair of extremely slender, delicate hands tentatively grasp the girth of his rapidly-hardening teenage cock. He’d felt the triplet’s hands on his shaft countless times before, they could hardly keep their hands off it, even in public, and these were not theirs. Still, some part of his mind hoped he was wrong, that Betty and Cherry had just reached back a bit to give him some extra stiluation. But his fears were confirmed when he felt a pair of incredibly soft lips press against his swelling crown, a gentle peck contrasted to the hungry tongue-kisses the elder sisters were lavishing on his churning, cum-heavy balls. “Fuuuuck…” John groaned, letting his head fall back, hitting Abby’s chest between her enormous, freckled tits. “Aunt Christy’s gonna fucking kill me…” He lamented as his cock pulsed, swelling and pressing against those delicate lips.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 6

[pre-story]A couple days of really spectacular productivity, and here we are at chapter 6 already! John finishes off his threesome with Abby and Betty in spectacular fashion.
As always, if you enjoy my writing, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 6 

John thrust forward like a savage beast, plunging inch after inch of thick teenage megacock into Abby’s tight pussy in a single thrust, his cousin’s silken walls trembling around him as he stuffed her with his manhood. She moaned, uncontrollably, feeling the beast stretching her, filling her once more. “Ohhhh~ my fucking GOD!” She cried out, throwing her head back. The blunt tip slammed into the mouth of her womb, already weak from its previous penetration, it yielded easily, and his brutal thrust plowed through it with barely a pause, slamming against the back of her inner sanctum. Abby’s moan rose to a scream of pleasure, the impact setting off an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, driving the last of the air from her lungs.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 5

[pre-story]Shhh, nobody tell patreon.
But seriously, considering some of the other writers I follow have been posting 'family-oriented' stuff without issue, I think it's reasonably safe to continue this story. Which is good, because I've already got ch. 6 done, so you shouldn't have to wait long for more! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
As always, if you like my stories, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday Ch. 5 

Abby and Betty shared a quick glance and a playful grin, the redheaded sisters thinking alike without needing to say a word. Together they lunged for John hungrily, the two triplets dropping to all fours on the bed as they threw themselves at the half-yard of steel-hard cock jutting from his hips. Cherry moaned softly from below, weakly continuing to rub the massive load of creamy cum John had plastered her with into her massive, freckled tits, the basketball-sized melons soon glistening with his sticky seed. Her younger sister chewed her lip enviously as she watched from the doorframe, one hand having slipped into her fluffy pink pajama bottoms, the movement of her knuckles visible through the fabric.  Meanwhile her elder sisters opened their mouths, extended their tongues, and looked up at John with playfully-gleaming emerald eyes as they pressed their tongues together, side by side, and flattened them against his looming monolithic member. Holding his gaze, the sisters slid up his shaft together, gathering up the stream of thick spunk that drooled down along his bulging cum-channel between them, his pearly cream pooling on their tongues as they climbed his length, until they reached the swollen, gleaming cockhead. They didn’t let a single drop escape as they leaned in, sealing their plush pink lips together over his gleaming crown, their tongues rolling wildly in their mouths as they savored his musky flavor, wet, pink muscles flicking over the smooth surface of his crown as they did.

Reunited, P. 1

[pre-story]I decided to try and write something halloweeny, and with a little help, I came up with this idea. Vampire meets succubus, with an interesting twist! No sex in this part, got carried away with the setup bits, as usual. Not sure if I'll end up continuing this at this point, it's well past Halloween and I got actual commissions to work on now... 
As always, if you like what you see [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Reunited, Part 1

He was looking. Good. Without looking at him, Aleksandria shifted on her stool, her long, shapely, legs uncrossing. Black leather knee-high platform boots swung out, her black, thigh-high stockings parting for just a moment, granting just the barest glimpse of the pale, flawless flesh above them, not quite hidden beneath a short, black-on-gray pleated schoolgirl skirt. It lasted only a moment, before she casually swung the other foot up and crossed them the other way. But any trollop could pull off the Basic Instinct tease. Aleksandria was an artist. While his eyes were still on her, she rolled her spine, drawing his eyes up as her slim, corseted midsection pulled against the laces of her top. The movement continued, pushing her chest out to thrust the gloriously full, pale mounds, already presented deliciously by the corset to even greater prominence, the silver charm dangling off her necklace hanging just above the deep valley of her cleavage. Then, the finisher. Her glossy black-painted lips quirked at the corner, a subtle smirk, and she turned her crimson eyes to meet his. Her face was an image of porcelain perfection, pale, flawless, skin with a photoshoot-ready application of dark makeup that made her red eyes smolder. Not a single strand of long, straight, silky black hair was out of place as she turned to look squarely at him, holding his gaze, as she raised a hand, her fingernails painted black, and crooked her finger, gesturing him closer. He was hooked.

He rose from his seat and walked over, trying so hard to look cool and disinterested while still moving as quickly as possible. He was mostly unremarkable, a typical twenty-something goth boy dressed up in a hot topic halloween costume. Easy prey. Her tongue flicked over the points of her fangs inside her mouth. Another night, another horny boy, another easy meal, another day in the eternal life of a vampire… Honestly, the goth boys were getting boring, but unfortunately, there were only so many ‘scenes’ where incredibly-pale skin and red eyes didn’t seem that out of place. Obediently, her evening meal settled in to sit down on the empty bar stool next to her, and she turned to face him.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a new voice suddenly cut her off, bright and girlish and cheery, the sound alone making her bristle like she’d just heard nails on a chalkboard. “Hey there, stud~! Buy a girl a drink?” It asked, and suddenly her prey wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the slut that suddenly plopped down onto the bar stool on the opposite side. Aleksandria narrowed her eyes.

By The Horns: Ch. 3

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with another chapter of By The Horns! Well, it's finally done! I'd have thought a story like this would pretty much write itself, but seem it's a little harder than I was giving it credit for. I'd say the final product's worth it, though. Anyways, let me know what you think in the comments! Also, sorry this is a day late, I kinda forgot this was supposed to go up yesterday... ^^;
Remember, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

By The Horns: Ch. 3 [Preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with a new chapter preview! It's finally done! You'd think a story like this would write itself, but it seems I didn't give it enough credit. I'd say the final product's worth it, though!

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Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

“Ugh, I know, right?” Zalaana agreed.

The Dawnspear twins descended the ramp from Sunfury Spire to the Court of the Sun in unison, a pair of nearly-identical young blood elves, radiantly beautiful in an effortless, almost-too-perfect way. They had the same pale, flawless skin; the same slender, graceful build; the same elegant, refined facial features; the same silky, golden-blonde hair; the same glowing, emerald-green eyes; the same long, pointed ears, decorated with the matching sets of emerald studs along their length. Their makeup matched too, their full lips painted the same shade of vivid, eye-catching crimson, their eyes expertly accented to give their gaze a sultry smolder. They even dressed identically, though that was more the school’s fault for requiring uniforms than it was theirs. They wore glossy black school shoes over white knee-high sock that left the contours of their long, shapely legs bare; red pleated skirts that wrapped tight around their tiny waists and hung off their generous hips and tight, round butts; and white button-up tops, left unbuttoned just enough to flash tantalizing glimpses of their ripe, blossoming breasts, easily the two most impressive sets in the school. The only way to tell the two apart was their hair, Elaana’s trimmed at jaw-length and neatly styled, while Zalaana’s was kept long and pulled back into a ponytail, leaving just enough free to elegantly frame her face. 

“Nothing happens here! It’s always the same, home, then school, then the bar, then home again, over and over and over…” Elaana continued to complain as her sister nodded along to the familiar rant. “The same boring classes, the same boring drinks, the same boring boys, the same boring toys…” She listed, letting the words trail off into a heavy sigh as she shook her head and looked to her sister. “I need something new, Z, tonight, or I’m gonna go out of my mind. And then you’re gonna have to take care of your poor insane sister until I die of the crazies.” She lamented, putting her the back of her hand to her forehead in a melodramatic ‘woe-is-me’ gesture. 

Zalaana smirked for a moment. “I love you, sis, but I’d have a pillow on your face within a week.” She replied, chuckling softly and shaking her head for a moment. She put on a thoughtful expression. “Hmmm… How about Professor Firehawk?” She suggested.

Elaana shook her head. “He’s boring too. He was fun at first, but now it just doesn’t have the same thrill…” She sighed.

Zalaana frowned. “Yeah, the divorce kinda ruined it…” She muttered, looking thoughtful again for a moment before her face brightened suddenly. “Oh, that shipment from pandaria should be here! We could head home and try some of them out while Mom and Dad are away…”  She offered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Elaana sighed again, looking into space for a moment before answering. “...I dunno. Fingers, tongues, and toys are nice, but I’m in the mood for something more...male, you know?” She asked, looking back at her sister.

Zalaana nodded, frowning a little. “Yeah, I get it… Well, we could always go to The Sanctum. I bet a Felguard would scratch that itch nicely…” She suggested, grinning.

Elaana smirked slightly, but didn’t look hopeful. “Tempting… but I’d bet they’re booked solid by now.” She digressed, tone sinking with disappointment.

Zalaana narrowed her eyes at her moping sibling. “Well, we’re not gonna find out standing here! Come on!” She chided, grabbing Elaana by the dainty, manicured hand and pulling her along toward the shadowy archway on the far side of the Court of the Sun.

The arched entrance to the covered street loomed like the mouth of a great beast, fittingly, as it led to the city’s shadowy underbelly. Maps and officials still called it Augur’s Row, but the residents knew the dimly-lit and poorly-maintained street by a much more fitting name; Murder Row. Faint blue streetlights lit a boulevard where the city’s fel addicts, drunkards, criminals, and whores all gathered together where they could be conveniently ignored by those in charge. Brooms rarely came through, leaving shards of glass to pile up in the gutters, and guards pretended it didn’t exist. Children were warned to avoid it, but it was rarely spoken of. Ultimately, nearly everyone found themselves walking Murder Row at some point, looking for something unsavory. And if you saw a familiar face while you were there, you just looked the other way, because admitting the meeting meant admitting you were there, too.

The Sanctum was right near the entrance to the row, easily recognizable by the tall, narrow archways shrouded in billowing, transparent midnight blue curtains. An imperious-looking warlock in crimson robes stood by the entrance, his stoic demeanor a sharp contrast to the violet-skinned succubus prancing around in front of him, striking provocative poses for passing men. As the twins approached, the warlock caught sight of them, a look of recognition crossing his face, and grinned. “Welcome back, ladies…” He greeted, sweeping the sheer curtain aside with one arm and gesturing them inside with a small flourish.

Suddenly, the streetlight beside the building was suddenly eclipsed by a looming silhouette. “A-hem.” The figure cleared its throat in a deep, baritone voice, and all three elves looked in its direction at once. Their eyes fell upon an eight-foot square-shouldered wall of gleaming silver and gold armor, crowned with a pair of long, wickedly pointed horns. The figure stepped closer, away from the streetlight, massive, iron-shod hooves clopping on the pavement as the shadows faded away to reveal the tauren’s features in more detail, from his long, braided beard to his scars. His dark-furred brow furrowed as his icy blue eyes regarded the warlock with a look of suspicion. A gauntleted hand rose, coming to rest on the pommel of the mace hanging off his belt, its spherical golden head as large as any one of the elf’s heads. 

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