Note: As always, this is a fantasy. “Daddy” is a title, not a blood relation. Breeding is a powerful, amazing fantasy but in real life deserves a lot of caution around the play. More so, sadly, in the US’s current state. Kinksters, remember that consent and communication are the basis of all sexual goodness. With that said, enjoy this longer-than-usual story.
Evie woke with Jo’s arm flung over her, one thigh over hers. Evie lay and luxuriated in the warmth of Jo’s naked body pressed against hers, watching the other girl’s face, peaceful in dreaming slumber. The morning light slanted through the shutters on the window, carrying with it small sounds of their neighborhood waking up. But it was a fly-by by the infamous parrots of Telegraph Hill, with their raucous chattering, that finally made Jo’s sleepy head stir. She made a pleased noise when she found Evie still in bed with her, and tightened her arm around her. “This is nice,” Jo said, moving her thigh against Evie’s. “You’re a wonderful thing to wake up to,” Evie responded. That earned her an extra-wide smile–gosh, she was a sucker for this girl’s smile, for Jo’s happy-in-herself, happy-to-make-you-happy grin. She bent her head, Jo scooted up the bed a bit, and they kissed, a soft, light touch of the lips together. Jo’s dark hair was a little wild, and with her big, luminous, surprisingly light eyes she looked elven to Evie, like she was some forest nymph, unused to indoors, that she’d manage to seduce. Then her nymph yawned hugely, and pulled away from her embrace, “I call dibs on the shower,” she said, smirking back at Evie as she headed into the bathroom.
Jo’s ability to go from fast asleep to calling dibs was something that always caught Evie by surprise no matter how many times it happened. She turned and pressed her face into the pillow, catching the scent Jo had left there, and dozed while she heard the water run. When Jo came out of the bathroom, hair up but otherwise naked, she signed instinctively at the sight of her. It wasn’t just because the other girl’s body was such a poem to sex and desire, with her narrow waist sloping out to rounded hips, proudly jutting breasts capped with big, rose-blush areolae and gumdrop nipples, the elegant tracery of her collarbone and lithe arms, but also the way she walked, the unselfconscious grace with which she stepped through the world. Evie slid off the bed and approached Jo, took her hand, and kissed it, kissed her way up her arm. Jo laughed, pleased, as Evie’s lips traversed her collarbones, trailed up her neck. She smelled soapy and clean, but still with that inimitable Jo-scent underneath.
Evie gave a last lingering kiss to Jo’s jawline, and then went into the bathroom. After her shower, she stayed to blow-dry her hair, and by the time she came out, Jo had laid out both her own outfit and Evie’s on the bed. Jo’s towel was off, and her dark wet hair, was down around her shoulders–a naiad, now, a water-nymph. “Time for morning devotionals,” Jo said, as she said every morning, and the ritual and repetition of it made Evie smile.
Evie opened the wooden shutters by the big window at the back of their room, letting sunlight flood the room. They sat down at their desks, naked, a few feet away from each other. The house had a back yard filled with leafy trees, but Evie always wondered if some neighbor might occasionally glance up and see two naked young women earnestly writing, side-by-side. She reached out, and lit the jasmine candle at the back of her desk, Jo doing the same. She uncapped her pen, and heard the sound of Jo writing a moment before she began.
“I will always do what Daddy tells me,” she wrote, mouthing the words as she wrote them, hearing Jo subvocalizing the same phrase next to her. She wrote the line again, capitalizing the letters in ‘will’. Then again, capitalizing always. The sunlight was warm on her skin as she moved down the page, and wrote, “I exist to please Daddy,” She took her time with each word, thinking about each one as she wrote it, as she’d been taught. She wrote the next line, “Jo exists to please Daddy,” knowing that next to her, Jo was writing “Evie exists to please Daddy,”. Her heart jumped a little when she wrote this. Evie’s late teens and early twenties had had confusion in them, and some mistakes. When she met Daddy at age twenty-four after college, she quickly felt such clarity when talking to him, a peace in her mind that had been ephemeral before. That he had been far older than her–sixteen years–had seemed both incidental and important, the contrast of his experience with hers reassuring, his firm, stalwart nature a complement to her sweet, generous self, not two opposed halves but an interesting mutualism. She had already known how deeply kinky she was, but there were many things that had blossomed with Daddy that had only been half-described sketches in her head.
Memories like this were both a part of this ritual of dedication and a benefit of it, she smiled back at the thoughts of their meeting, the conversations and flirtations before his first acknowledgement of actual interest, and then the surprising, torrential outpouring of lust between them from the start.
She wrote again, “I exist to please Daddy. Jo exists to please Daddy,” and her memory sought out another pearl; the first time Daddy and she had been with another girl before. How fast and different the emotions were that cascaded through her–she had said yes, nearly immediately, when he proposed the idea, feeling his desire for it and wanting to please him. Before that encounter, she had gone through revolutions of feeling, sparks of jealousy whirled away in a storm of curiosity, followed by quiet nights of introspection. When he first introduced her to the other girl, Evie had felt such a burst of good-will towards her, seeing a trace of shyness, and that had set her tone for the evening. She had admired the other girl, enjoying the interesting sensation of lusting for the same person her dominant lover lusted for, two different perspectives of arousal on the same subject. And when Daddy had finally, after letting the two of them play in front of him, had slid between the other girl’s thighs, she had reflexively put her head down on the woman’s stomach, eyes wide, watching as Daddy’s cock pushed inside her pussy.
Again, a final time, “I exist to please Daddy. Jo exists to please Daddy.” When Daddy first introduced her to Jo, she’d felt again a joy, but she had struggled more, in the weeks that passed, with emotions that she couldn’t always identify; things that seemed to be jealousy but turned into desire, doubt disguised as need. She felt curiosity about the other woman on every level. Other girls had passed through their lives, partners for a time, and then passing out. She realized what was disturbing, enthralling, attractive and fear-inducing about Jo was how well she fit into their life, not just into Daddy’s life but her life. From the beginning, she found her easy to talk to, and easy to be in silence with. Not that long after Daddy had first brought Jo home, she remembered a rainy evening spent curled on the couch with her, Jo’s head on her shoulder as she read on her phone, a physical book in Evie’s lap–and a deep feeling of contentment at feeling Jo’s body so relaxed, so at home against her.
“Being submissive to Daddy is at the core of who I am,” she wrote, as her free devotion, the words that she came up with this morning. They flowed naturally, and she sat proudly straight in her chair as she wrote it out two more times. Jo put her pen down, and passed her journal to Evie. Even though she knew it would all be complete, Evie read the same words she had just written, each word another part of the spell they cast together:
I will always do what Daddy tells me. I WILL always do what Daddy tells me. I will ALWAYS do what Daddy tells me.
I exist to please Daddy.
Evie exists to please Daddy.
I exist to please Daddy.
Evie exists to please Daddy.
I exist to please Daddy.
Evie exists to please Daddy.
I belong with Daddy.
Discovering those words at the end was a discovery, a gift. She smiled at Jo, proud of her for having the confidence, courage, and insight to write that, especially on this day. When she opened her drawer to put her journal inside, she saw a white envelope there, sealed, marked ‘Open at Seven PM’. She put it down on the desk, seeing Jo do the same.
As they stood up she reached out, and they embraced, Evie’s hands pulling gently against Jo’s lower back, pressing her body into hers. Their breasts pushed against each other, softness on softness, their bellies meeting, thigh against thigh; they were nearly exactly the same height, the same age, and while Evie saw all sorts of differences between her body and Jo’s, she knew they were very similar, ‘variations on a theme of fertile beauty’ as Daddy had put it. “You’re so beautiful,” Evie said to her, and Jo blushed a little at that, which led to Evie kissing her, to which Jo responded by gripping Evie’s ass firmly.
“Evie, I’ve got to go,” Jo complained, to which Evie responded, “I’m not the one holding on.” “Fair point,” Jo said, giving a last squeeze, and said, “I’ll be back hours before Daddy gets home.” She dressed in a rush, and was out the door. A second sort of peace fell on Evie, and she spent a while reading, before going into the kitchen and finding Daddy had left her a bowl of freshly-cut fruit with some homemade lemon-yogurt–he’d left one for Jo too, but she’d run out without finding it. Evie ate happily, dressed casually for a trip down to the market, and came back with her arms laden with flowers. She spent a soothing while filling vases throughout the house, the burst of color changing and enlivening the ambience of each room, then went back to reading.
It had been a relaxing day, and she had managed to not really think about what would be happening that night, when Jo returned just before seven. Evie, in just some boxers and a short robe, greeted her with a kiss, and they spent a few moments just holding each other, before going upstairs. They opened the cards. Evie’s said, “Evie, spend some time adoring Jo, meditating on her body and yours, and what’s going to happen tonight. Then dress in the outfits that are in the spare bedroom, and greet me at the door at nine.” Jo started to untug her shirt, but Evie put her hand on her wrist, stopped her. She stepped back, sat on the bed, and said, “Show me yourself, Jo. You’re so pretty,” and was rewarded by Jo slinky moving her hips, putting her weight onto one foot, slowly dragging her t-shirt up, pausing for a long beat as the hem reached her breasts, before finally slipping it up and shrugging out of it. A modest, supportive bra underneath reminded Evie of how no one but her and Daddy really got to see this amazing side of her, and she felt a rush of gratitude. Jo’s hands wove down over her body, pausing to outline her womb with her hands, and then went to her jeans, unbuttoning them in a small, gentle motion, as she grinned teasingly at Evie. She turned around, head back over her shoulder, and pushed the denim down, her full, round ass gloriously exposed, making Evie sigh like nearly every time she saw it. Jo laughed, and stepped out of the jeans, and stepped forward confidently to Evie, sitting on her lap, straddling her. She reached behind herself and undid her bra, letting it fall off her, and Evie raised her hands reverently and filled her fingers with Jo’s soft breasts. Jo flexed her thighs and ground herself against Evie, the position not really allowing direct stimulation, making a little mewing sound of desire. Evie remembered Daddy’s words, and filled her eyes, her sense of touch, her ears, and mind with the allure of Jo, the little beauty spot right on her hip that was like a guide for Daddy’s hand, her big thighs and how good they looked spread wide, the sweet fullness of her lips as she opened her mouth in pleasure, the quick breaths she took. The sweet weight of her.
Evie leaned forwards and kissed her cohort, her fellow submissive, her counterpart, her Jo. Jo’s hands dove under the robe, held tight around Evie’s back. Jo shuddered as Evie trapped her nipples between her fingers and tugged gently, and Evie’s heart soared at giving pleasure to this beautiful young woman. Jo rubbed her cheek against Evie’s and sighed, saying quietly into her ear, “You’re so beautiful when Daddy fucks you. I always love seeing that.” Evie felt warmth spread through her at the words, and had an instant vision of Jo, thighs wide, taking Daddy’s cock. “We’re both going to get to see that tonight,” she said, her breath just a little shaky. Jo nodded, cheek moving against Evie’s and she reached up to push Evie’s robe down to her elbows, and then lowered her head further, pink tongue darting out to tease Evie’s nipples, lapping with quick little motions, teasing flicks of her tongue. Evie’s hands on Jo’s breasts tightened in response, and Jo lent forward a bit more and closed her eyes as she opened her mouth and suckled on Evie’s breast, mouth a wide circle around her nipple. She looked up at Evie, and Evie saw so much there, the raw lust, communication of desire, vulnerability of the deepest kind, and a kinship, a camaraderie, unique to them. She slid one hand around the back of Jo’s head, and let herself moan in pleasure as the other girl’s eager mouth worked on her, adored her. When Jo’s mouth slid off that breast, and on to the other, beginning again, and Evie gave voice more freely, “You’re so good with your mouth, Jo,” she said, honestly, as Jo sucked her breast and tapped her nipple with her tongue at the same time. She remembered Jo, much less experienced with women than she, learning, discovering with her body, and to have her so confident in giving pleasure was wonderful.
Finally Jo sat back mouth wet, smiling happily, and unstraddled Evie, who moved farther back onto the bed, shedding the robe. Jo crawled up with her, and as they faced each other their hands both went to each other’s waists. Evie loved this, both of these sensations–her own hand sliding down Joe’s toned body, sweeping from the tightness of her waist to the flare of her hips, the promising fullness of her things–and feeling Jo’s fingers pressing into her own skin, on the journey of her so-similar curves. They stroked each other’s hair, and she looked into Jo’s clear eyes and saw such happiness there that it almost overwhelmed her, to know that she was part of what put it there.
Jo spoke first, ducking her head shyly for a moment before returning to Evie’s gaze, and said, “Tonight..” she faltered for a second, and then went on, “Tonight, Daddy’s going to breed us both.” Hearing the words made Evie feel like a train had suddenly rushed past her, full of motion and inertial power. She took a moment, felt her body, breathed deep, and said, “Tonight, Daddy is going to breed us both.” And then thought about what that meant. About how many times she’d fantasized about this–about Daddy telling her he wanted to breed her, that she was ready, and feeling so ready in her own self, so eager for this transformation. And then, a feeling at once fervent and delicate, a surprise to her still but at the same time an expression of her deepest-held values: her intense desire to see Daddy breed Jo to, to be able to witness the moment when his seed planted in her.
She reached out and put her hand on Jo’s belly, and said, “Tonight, Daddy is going to breed you.” Jo’s hand matched hers, bodies connected, and Jo said the same hypnotic sentence, “Tonight, Daddy is going to breed you.” Evie’s body was responding, to the words, to Jo’s touch; her skin was alive with pleasure, Jo’s little hand centering that pleasure. Then Jo’s fingers moved to strip Evie’s boxers off, and she helped. Jo sat up, and moved down the bed, hands spreading Evie’s thighs. “You have such a pretty pussy, Evie,” Jo said, bending down, her breath hot on Evie’s skin, “I thought that the moment I saw it, I just had this instant reaction of how pretty you were there.” Evie put her hands on her breasts, squirming with desire, but Jo didn’t move any closer, didn’t put her mouth onto her pussy. Instead, she kept speaking, “And tonight, Daddy’s thick cock is going to be as deep in you as he can be as he comes in your unprotected pussy.” Jo breathed a long last shuddering sigh on Evie’s pussy, and then layered kisses on her thighs, making little sounds of appreciation, the soft impact of her lips delightful, the sight of her head between Evie’s thighs, as always, so gratifying. Jo kissed her way up her stomach, across her breasts, and lay on top of her for a long moment, breast to breasts, mouth to mouth, before rolling off to one side.
Evie slid down now, fingers hooking into that little thong and dragging it off, reaching under to cup Jo’s ass as she spread her thighs and looked at the soft display of her pussylips. Different from her own, a shade pinker. She put her fingers to either side of Jo’s pussy and pulled gently, making her outer lips slide back revealingly, “Hey,” Jo said, in non-protest, and Evie smiled, “This pussy is Daddy’s too,” she said, “Just like mine.” Jo stretched her hand out, and Evie took it, squeezing, saying again, “Just like mine.”
They spent the rest of that hour in similar, delicate, wondering admiration of each other’s bodies, speaking truths, rising on little peaks of pleasure but storing it all away for later. Then, they showered together, sudsing and rinsing each other with the due care of priestesses preparing for a rite. In the spare bedroom, Evie looked at the outfit laid out for her on the bed: a simple patterned dark blue dress, cinched at the waist and chest but flaring to an A-line, that Evie remembered trying on and liking a few weeks ago. For her neck, there was a black bow with a spray of pearls. And last, gossamer-thin, looking almost not there, there was a lacy black teddy. The exact same outfit was laid out for Jo. First, they pulled on the lace teddies, the soft fabric whispering over their skin, then they helped each other into the dresses, but they took their own collars in their hands, bowed their heads, and put them on themselves, fingers finding their way through long practice to quickly cinch them to the perfect tightness.
They went back to the bedroom, and brushed each other’s hair, first Jo sitting in front of her while running the brush and then a comb through her dark locks, then trading places, Jo brushing her golden-blonde hair until it shone. Then they sat athwart each other and did each other’s makeup, carefully, dedicatedly bringing out each other’s features, enhancing the natural femininity.
They had timed it well, and were finished just a few minutes before nine. They went to the front door, standing next to each other neatly, holding hands. Evie felt like a calm mote aloft on a strong wind, and when the door opened to reveal Daddy, she felt a rush of relief that the hour had come; she was completely ready. Daddy smiled at them, and each of them stepped forwards to offer him a welcoming kiss. Tonight, she was the first, and she closed her eyes and tremblingly pressed her mouth against his, carrying with her all the emotion of this day. He gave back steadiness in return, one hand on her waist, a weight and reassurance. She stepped back, and watched Jo rise a little on tiptoes to kiss him, a habitual gesture of hers that always made Evie smile.
Daddy took Evie’s hand, Jo’s hand, and looked between them, eyes approving of their presentation in the dresses. Classical dresses paired with the collars made for such a sweet, compelling picture of feminine submissive sexuality, and his body responded to it already, fire in his veins. “Come with me, girls,” he said in his deep voice, and led the way to the living room, to his reading chair. Still dressed in his suit, looking almost as impeccable at the end of the day as the start. He sat in the chair, and patted his thighs with his hands. “Kneel down and put your heads here.”
Evie folded her legs under herself and put her face down on Daddy’s thigh, feeling the bulk of it under her; Jo’s face nestled into position too, inches from her own. Facing each other across the landscape of Daddy’s lap. His big hands stroked her hair, stroked Jo’s. “Evie, Jo, you’re beautiful, wonderful girls. You’re both such good submissives for Daddy. You give me pleasure every day.” Evie saw Jo’s eyes flicker as they drank up the praise, and remembered again that she’s newer to submission, and felt glad that she was here with her this evening. “You’ve given yourselves deeply to me, dedicated yourselves to me. Your words and deeds have both shown that, have earned everything I give you.”
Evie let out a sigh, Daddy’s rich voice flowing over her. Nestling her head in her lap, she felt every inch the good girl he was describing. “Your role is to please Daddy,” he said, “That’s what you’re for. That’s what your gorgeous little bodies are for, and,” his voice filled with pride, “What your quick minds and loyal souls are for.” His fingers tousled themselves in her hair affectionately, “You’ve both challenged yourself for me, given me almost everything you have. Pushed each other, helped each other to do so. And I want you to think about all of that, everything you’ve surrendered and shown, offered and given, everything I’ve asked of you that you’ve done just because I wanted it. How natural it felt to you to give yourselves to Daddy. He fell silent, then, and Evie found her hand reaching out instinctively for Jo’s holding it as their minds span over their histories with Daddy, with all that they’d done and felt and what it had grown inside them. Evie thought back to those first days of sex with Daddy, how surprised she was by his confident intensity, and how everything since they had seemed like steps on a path that led her to herself, into her pure desire to be a fountain of pleasure. She remembered the roughness, the pain she’d happily endured in the past because it was part of the narrative Daddy wanted that night, of suddenly taking her, of claiming her, and how the combination of her own mind and her desire for him turned so much of that pain into true, clear pleasure.
She thought about how she’d seen Jo, this beautiful young woman so like her, freed by her submission, finding herself, how she’d recognized that story and how the two of them had managed to balance with each other, balance and then join in a way that she could not have predicted. Daddy’s hands on their head were quiet, now, moving just in small circles as they both filled their minds, reflected, and watched each other’s process of reflection. When his voice came again, it was soft, but prickled alertness through her:
“Tonight, you’re going to give me the last part of your submission. I’m going to breed you, each of you. To claim your bodies and make you mine in the most primal way. To plant a baby in each of you to grow.” Jo’s grip on her fingers tightened, and she saw her eyes dilate and knew it was arousal, because she was feeling it too. So many nights of fantasy leading to this night of reality, Jo’s fantasies, Daddy’s fantasies had all brought them here together in this same moment, they each held a part of it, his hands on their heads, their hands joining each other. “Yes,” she said, unbidden, and Jo nodded in response, “Yes,” Jo said, smiling.
“Good girls,” he said, taking in and letting out a long breath, feeling so solid under their cheeks. “Now take out Daddy’s cock.” They both reacted in the same moment, fingers racing to his buckle, and worked in tandem to loosen the belt, unbuckle the slacks. It was Evie who pulled the waistband down, but it was Jo who put her fingers into his briefs, wrapped them around his thick cock, and pushed it upright. His hands tangled in their hair, and he pulled their heads up from his thighs easily as he stood up, cock bobbing in front of them. Jo’s fingers were still wrapped around it, and Evie joined her, her hand above Jo’s, two hands not enough to cover all of daddy’s cock, their fingers not quite meeting around the thickest part. He pressed them closer together, and said, “I want to see it resting on your sweet faces.”
Evie nuzzled her face under the thick meat of his cock, releasing her hold on it, and Jo moved it, slid it over her cheek, then let it rest on her forehead. She heard a noise from Daddy, a satisfied sound as he watched her abase herself under his cock, turning her face from side to side. Without prompting, she reached up and put her fingers back around it, and Evie tilted her head, giving Evie the opportunity to push Daddy’s cock across her girlish cheeks, to rub the head of it on her lips and then smack it along her face, being bolder, rougher than Jo had been. Jo’s look of surprise was a sweet moment of arousal for her, and Daddy clearly felt the same, letting out a little growl of pleasure. Evie bent her head and, reflecting on the goal of this evening, slid her tongue along Daddy’s balls, sucking first one, then the other into her mouth. The producers of Daddy’s seed, worthy of worship in their own right; she lavished them with attention, even as Jo opened her mouth and wrapped her luridly-red lips around the head of Daddy’s cock, sucking noisily. Evie put her arm around Jo for balance, and immediately loved the feeling of her body swaying as she started to bob her face.
“Worship that cock like the good sluts you are,” Daddy said, and they did, they were, they fell happily and easily into that devotion; when Evie freed Daddy’s balls from her mouth and moved up to his cock, Jo was already ducking down, turning to slather her tongue across them, taking Evie’s place. Evie looked down at Jo, making eye contact as she put her lips in a tight ring and sank down on Daddy’s cock, the head of it meeting the bag of her throat, making her gag, showing Jo the effort in her eyes. She pulled back just a fraction and then gagged herself again, letting her lips part enough for a strand of saliva to escape. Jo’s reaction was to sloppily roll her tongue against Daddy’s balls, once, twice, then rise back up. Evie put one hand on Jo’s head as Jo reclaimed Daddy’s cock in her mouth, and as Jo sank down Evie guided, urged, helped, and finally forced her deeper, making the pretty girl gag even harder than she had. But she knew her, she knew her fellow fucktoy, and she gave her just a moment’s respite, pulling her head back before pushing down again. Helping Jo give Daddy the kind of sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob he wanted.
Jo put her hands on Daddy’s thighs and let her body relax, gave herself over to Evie’s guiding ministrations. Evie’s mind swam back to Daddy’s instructions this afternoon, the joy she’d had in admiring Jo’s body, and brought that energy to this present. “Doesn’t she look pretty while she gags, Daddy?” she asked brightly, and Jo moaned at the sound of that sentence. Daddy smiled, his eyes locking with hers and then shifting to capture Jess as she gagged demonstratively on his cock, and he said, “She looks like a beautiful little slut.”
Finally Evie freed Jo’s mouth, dripping saliva down onto her dress. The collar around her neck combined with the wet face to create such a portrait of a submissive, and Ellie put her hands behind her back and then went back to Daddy’s cock so slick and wet from Jo’s mouth, getting him back into her throat on her first plunge with an obscenely wet, sloppy sound. Jo put her hand on Evie’s head but it wasn’t to force, but just to feel, to wonder at the pace as Evie mouthfucked herself on Daddy’s cock, pleasure roiling her body, wetness growing. She’d serve him like this any night, but knowing that she was helping to grow the arousal that would finish in her, in them, gave this rite an extra, sacred dimension tonight. She was calling for his seed, seeking that fulfillment.
Daddy had them stop, and strip out of their dresses, showing him the gauzy lace underneath. He held Jo’s head in his hand and fucked her mouth as Elvie braced her from behind, wrapping arms around the girls’ body, her breasts pressed into Jo’s back. So close to the amazing sight of that little young mouth taking his girth, her throat bulging as he invaded her there. When it was Evie’s turn, he didn’t have them switch positions, just grabbed Evie’s hair and pulled her cheek-to-cheek with Jo as he fucked her mouth, as she let the saliva spill out on each thrust, trailing down her jaw, dripping down onto her breasts, making a beautiful mess.
Finally, Daddy pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving them both panting. He rose, and ordered them to the bedroom. Jo took Evie’s hand, and moments after they entered and got on the bed, Daddy came in, naked now. “On your backs, with your legs spread,” he said, and they obediently spread their thighs wide, touching each other. He climbed onto the bed, between Jo’s thighs, and Evie felt a spear of jealousy pass through her, but truly pass, a moment of pain and then it was gone. Instead, she put her hand out to Jo’s thigh and helped spread her even wider, looking down at Daddy’s cock as he lined it up with her pussy and pushed the head of it in. Jo gasped–she was wet from worshiping his cock, but his girth always made the first entry an intense experience. Daddy put his hand over Jo’s mouth, and bore down, his weight driving inch after inch into her, as she kicked and trembled under him.
Evie never tired of this, the amazement she felt at seeing another girl, this other girl, get fucked roughly in the same way she loved. To see how utterly feminine she looked, crushed under Daddy’s big body, putting up a sweet resistance–but never saying the safeword, or using the safe gesture, that would end the play. Taking the rough use that Daddy made of her body. Her arm pressed against Jo’s arm, her thigh against Jo’s thigh, Daddy supporting himself on one arm while he sealed Jo’s mouth with the other. “Fuck, her little pussy is so deliciously tight,” he growled to Evie, looking at her, his hazel eyes meeting her green ones. He pulled halfway out, and then rammed back in, a yelping noise of alarm escaping from Jo’s muffled mouth. Evie could hear it, the sound of Jo’s pussy being claimed by his cock, and her own empty pussy throbbed with need.
Her fingers crept down, towards her pussy, her clit, wanting to join, to give herself pleasure the way that Daddy’s cock was giving Jo pressure. But she was caught short by Daddy’s firm, “No. That’s not your role.” Her hand was on her belly, and she kept it there as he continued, “Your role is to be empty as I use my little fucktoy. She’s so eager for it, Evie. She’s going to cum around Daddy’s cock so fast.”
It was torture to not move her hand farther down; she could endure it forever, she accepted her role, she submitted to this; to watching Daddy pound his cock into Jo’s young pussy, bouncing her body on the bed, Jo’s face red under Daddy’s hand as she moaned and shouted into his grasp. Evie saw the little tremor pass over her face, and knew her orgasm was coming. She felt another spike of fear, whether Jo’s orgasm would trigger Daddy’s, if she would have to accept that she’d be bred later. But the pleasure on Daddy’s face sent that thought flying from her head, replaced by the words she had written. “I exist to please Daddy. Jo exists to please Daddy.” And Jo was being such a good little bitch, Daddy was so happy deep in her. Evie felt so empty, but so profoundly happy to be seeing what she was.
Daddy’s voice flowed over her again, “Yes. Keep your pussy empty and needful. Fuck Evie, her pussy feels so good when she cums around my cock. It tightens and pulses on it like it’s a little mouth sucking me.”
Little wanting sounds started to come unbidden from Evie’s throat, her hips pushing up, seeking the cock that was plunging into her sweet fellow submissive. Jo’s hand reaching out blindly for yours as I fuck her: Evie can feel, in the urgent grasp of her hand, that part of her just wants contact, part seeks reassurance as Daddy overwhelms her with the force of his fucking, and another part heard Evie’s sounds, and was sending a message: that she wants Daddy to fuck Evie too, but to remember Daddy knows best and just be with her in this moment.
Jo came again, sharply, arching her little body under Daddy’s, free hand flailing at him as if in protest but ending wrapped around him. She trembled as Daddy kept himself deep inside, then shook in a different frequency as he slowly pulled his cock out, inch by inch appearing shiny and wet, until the head of his cock slipped out with a quiet noise. When Daddy moved over between her thighs, Evie couldn’t believe it at first, felt an urge to almost cry with the relief of it. His cock brushing her clit and sliding down her wet slit sent her legs spreading wider open, and as he sank into her he said, “Yes, it’s your turn to get fucked. I’m almost ready to breed you both, but first I’m going to fuck you so hard. It’s what I want.” And she nodded as he spoke, pushing her hips up, accepting his hand around her throat like a benediction. He almost snarled as he started to ram his cock in her, the first thrust knocking the wind out of her, but he didn’t cover her mouth.
She gave tongue, let loose with moans, gasping noises of release and response. Daddy’s cock felt like nothing else inside her, a firm, absolute solidity filling her body, each pistoning stroke stoking fires that burn down to the soul of her sexuality. Jo, half-recovered from her orgasm, was holding her hand again, a different reassurance now, a presence, a witness to how rough she could take it from Daddy, what her little body can bear. Jo’s hair a little wild and her cheeks a bit pink and that warm glow of several orgasms allowing for such an easy generous smile as she stroked Evie’s hair and told her, in a quiet, satisfied voice, that it was her turn to open up for Daddy’s thick cock Evie’s vision dimmed for a moment as Daddy’s hand around her throat tightens, then clears again, a rhythm he repeats, a rush of feelings surging through her on each squeeze. Then he held himself up with his hands on her breasts, pinning her down as he bucked wild thrusts into her, maybe the hardest he’s ever fucked her, and she wrapped legs around his ass and lets her body be carried back and forth as he uses her.
With a final lunge, he lays himself on top of her, giving her that exquisite feeling of his whole weight pushing down, and then he pulls out, pulls back. His hands on both of them, his voice commanding, “Face down, with your sweet asses up for Daddy. Show me your fertile little pussies.” Evie put her face flat on the bed, Jo’s down too, again inches away. Then Daddy was forcing his cock into Jo’s little pussy from behind, and Evie saw her face transformed by that experience, Daddy’s big hands grabbing her hips and giving her three, four long strokes. Then Daddy pulled out and Evie felt his cock, so slick from Jo’s pussy, pushing into hers, and she sighed, reached out for Jo, their hands clasping as Daddy switched back and forth, Growling, groaning, satiating his lust on first one, then, the other. She felt so empty when he wasn’t in her but so gratified at knowing he’d be again.
His breath changed, she noticed it first, and she saw Jo’s eyes widen as she recognized it too. Daddy’s orgasm was approaching. Their bodies were electric, connected by their hands, by their gaze, by their mutual submission for this man, giving every part of them, sharing this most intimate scene with each other. “I fucking need to breed you,” he said, the plural you, his voice for both of them, laden with desire. “Yes’ she said and “Yes” she said, and he gave a long guttural moan; he was deep in Evie’s pussy when he started, when his orgasm hit and she felt that thick cock pulse in her, a wave of cum shooting into her. He stayed in her for two, three full jets of his orgasm and then pulled out and in the same swift motion pumped his orgasming cock into Jo, who slammed her hips back against him to seal that cock in greedily, her face flushing with pleasure as she took three jets of his cum too, as she felt her pussy filled by the same orgasm that had filled Evie. It had happened: They had prepared all day, and now Daddy had filled them with his potent seed. And they had given Daddy such amazing pleasure, his shouts were still ringing in their ears.
Daddy pulled out of Jo, and Evie almost instinctively scrambled up to clean his cock with her mouth, but he kept one hand on each of them, steading them. “Roll onto your backs,” he said, his voice remarkably controlled after that titanic an orgasm. They did, and she felt the cum shift inside her. She tilted her hips up, instinctively, and Daddy smiled at them, getting two Hitachi wands from the chest at the foot of the bed. “You’ll be more likely to conceive if you orgasm now,” he reminded them, and they each took one, guiding it to each other’s pussies. When Jo flicked it on, the buzz of it almost immediately started summoning Evie to orgasm, she writhed under the touch of it, and even as Daddy was easing himself onto the bed behind them, stroking their hair again, she was shaking with her first orgasm, and encouraging Jo towards hers. “Come, Jo. Come and get his seed bathing your womb. Good girl,” she encouraged. Jo’s blue eyes sought ought hers and she cried out, thighs pressing together, trapping the wand in place as she slapped the sheets with her other hand.
They continued, as Daddy watched, each giving each other orgasm after orgasm, until they had done everything they possibly could to help Daddy’s seed impregnate them. Then they moved exhaustedly up the bed as Daddy laid between them. Jo laid her head on Daddy’s chest, Evie nuzzled his ear, kissing him, and said their special words, “Thank you, Daddy.” Settling down with him, his arm around her shoulders. Intoxicated from the fucking for awhile, but also smiling so much at Jo, a smile returned blushingly. Soon, Evie felt inspired to lean over and kiss Jo’s mouth, marveling that the same cum was inside her body as was in Jo’s. After the kiss, Jo murmured, “I feel different,” and Evie’s hand reached out to press against Jo’s belly, as if she could already feel what was incarnating there. “I do too,” Evie said, “And gosh, Jo, you looked so amazing when he was coming inside you. So happy.” Jo’s hand trembled as she reached out to touch her back, and Evie’s body, mind, and emotions all joined together in thinking, how precious, how perfect, this moment is.
Sleep came for Jo first, head sinking and lying peaceful against Daddy. Then Evie, snuggled into his shoulder, breath slowing. Finally, Daddy slept, arms around his girls, feeling sated in a way he never had before.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vkuziv/the_most_intimate_submission_is_shared_mff_ds
Best shit I’ve read in a long while. And just what I think we all needed after the shitstorm in the news.
Well done.