Chapter Four

“Wakey wakey, girls. I don't fuck snoozy whores.”

Another swat made Demi squawk, eyes shooting open to find Gracie blinking owlishly up at her.

Daddy had stacked them atop each other, their cushiony tits mashed together, face to face. Demi smiled affectionately at her twin.

This was it. Their expressions radiated mutual joy and anticipation as he positioned himself behind them.

The initial thrust split the sisters' sandwiched snatches, shredding their soaked underwear as he dredged between their outer folds.

“Aaah, Daddy!” They cried when his adamantine immensity pulverized their budding pearls. “Please… please… Nyaa~!”

Every slippery bump and ridge felt amplified, sending shockwaves of euphoria through Demi's lithe, virginal body. Daddy's massive cock branded her flesh, leaving a slug trail of masculine juices across her bald mound and cum-pooched belly.

Gracie tremored beneath her in a similar state. Pearly jizz sparkled on her flushed cheeks, which Demi began to dutifully lick clean.

She’d never let a drop of Daddy's treasured spunk go to waste again.

“Who's first?” He asked, rigorously humping their mashed slits. “Don't bother answering. The question was rhetorical. You both need to be taken down a few pegs and learn your place. There's no room in this house for disobedient brats.”

The twins wailed in incoherent agreement–unable to formulate words. Daddy's plunging enormity had them on the brink of madness.

Abruptly, he withdrew, Demi whimpering at the loss, and Gracie groaned as though stabbed in the gut.

“Fuck! That's tight, little girl.” Daddy rumbled, and Demi could feel him penetrating her sister.

The prominent bulge of his baby-making uber-dick distending Gracie’s flat abdomen pressed against her in a cruel mimicry of taboo consummation.

“Da-Daddy, you're so big… too big… Haaah!”

It was pure edging ****. Demi’s cunt dripped nectar over their fated union.

She loved them so much!

“Don't worry, sweetie. I’ll make it fit. Trust Daddy to stretch you into shape.”

Then he started pounding Gracie mercilessly, heedlessly, deaf to her orgasmic cries, using her like an A-grade chunk of fuckmeat to chase carnal culmination.

Daddy’s unstoppable momentum drove them across the carpet. Demi experienced every jerk and lurch of his majestic magnitude within Gracie. Her negligible weight hardly impeded their progress.

“Yes! Please Daddy, cum me! Cum in meeeee~!!”

The would-be camgirl’s keening reached earsplitting decibels. Demi locked lips with her to silence the ceaseless caterwauling. She could smell Gracie’s fragrant release as their tongues tangoed in a chorus of moans, tasting of Daddy.

“Christ, you girls are so fucking hot… and so goddamn tight!” He roared, always the flatterer. Demi mewled happily, pussy squirting in delight. “Gonna plant my flag in your wombs. Gonna breed you so the whole world can see you’re mine!”

“Breed us, Daddy!” She begged, cumming explosively at the magic word. “Give us every drop of your precious seed. We yearn to be yours!”

“Your pr-property… Aaah~!” Gracie stammered, soaring to fresh heights of ecstasy. “Br-breed me… make me a Mommy!”

Daddy could have fucked them for hours, Demi knew, tying their post-adolescent brains up in blissed-out knots. He could have rutted them into drooling semi-conscious cum-dumps, happy receptacles for his tireless turgidity.

They would thank him 0h-so-prettily and pleaded for more…

Instead, he tensed, muscles seizing and joints locking, packing Gracie completely full of his thick, steamy baby-batter in a blindingly brilliant moment.

“MINE! MINE!!” He bellowed, slamming into her with bruising **** as he erupted.

“We’re yours, Daddy!”

“We’re yours, Daddy!”

They cried their love for him in perfect orgasmic harmony–Gracie undoubtedly pregnant already and Demi beyond ready to join her twin sister in illicit motherhood.

They would raise Daddy’s beautiful children together, like in a fairytale. Demi’s heart wanted to explode with joy. Her pussy ached for him.

“Your turn, honey.” He grunted.

Seconds later, her deepest fantasy was made a reality when he pulled that incessantly spurting fuckrod from Gracie’s double-stuffed cunt and rammed it between Demi’s slickened thighs—her flimsy boyshorts dissolved under the savage ****, shredding like wet tissue paper.

High voltage arced through Demi, sparking every pleasure center in her entirety. Gracie hadn’t lied; their ultra-stud Daddy was huge!

“Oh fuck, Daddy!”

Hymen disintegrating, her pristine insides stretched painfully from his initial brutal thrust. Demi was so delicate and thin that only her superfluous lubrication saved her from injury. She whimpered as he claimed her virginity, drowning in a whirlpool of exquisite excruciation and dreamy desire.

Her legs parted instinctually, inviting Daddy to delve deeper, to fuck her harder. His second thrust was pure pleasure–the agony gone, replaced with mind-blowing gratification.

“Yes, yes! Breed her, Daddy!” Gracie cheered, hugging her fiercely. “Plant a baby in both your little girls. Mark us as yours!”

Demi could feel his heat pouring into her. Warm and sticky, it coated her insides with gooey happiness. Every mad plunge delivered another load of liquid rapture to her vacant center, spilling life into her virgin womb.

Screaming triumphantly, she unraveled in her sister's arms.

“Thaaaank yoooouu, Daaaaddy!”

He was unstoppable. Insatiable. A pussy-punching machine. Daddy’s strong hands locked onto Demi’s narrow waist, pinning her on his hyperactive bitch-splitter as he ravaged her like a chew toy.

Gracied stiff nipples rubbed against hers with every vicious thrust, shooting delicious thrills through Demi’s most sensitive flesh. Their glossy chestnut tresses formed tangled halos around their gorgeous faces as they cried out in torrid passion.

“Fuck, fuck! Here it comes.” Daddy rumbled, impossibly deep and manly. The timbre of his voice reverberated in Demi’s bones. “Take it, honey. Take it and become Daddy’s good girl!”

Daddy’s good girl!

Demi’s worldview shrank to that core precept as she crested a physical and spiritual mountaintop. All she desired, her earthly wants and needs, boiled down to a singularly simple state of being: to serve and honor the most important man in her life.

To fuck and suck and please her hunky Daddy however he wished. To grow fat with his offspring and cater to his idlest whims. To be obedient and devoted and always available…

To be Daddy’s good girl in every way imaginable.

She stared into Gracie’s eyes, seeing her adoration and purpose reflected there as they rocketed into the stratosphere together. After all, good girls came when Daddy did.

“YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!” They howled, voices raised as one in ecstatic veneration.

Then he was doing it. Daddy unleashed a torrent of his magical, yum-yum seed directly into Demi’s fertile young womb. If she weren’t already pregnant (which she almost certainly was), the obscene volume he released would’ve banished any lingering doubts.

Hot, potent Daddy juice pumped her belly full to bursting, packed in by his slab-like manmeat. He kept cumming, until Demi feared she might pop, letting out a quiet burp when her diaphragm pressed upwards from the internal pressure.

Her mild discomfort was nothing compared to the soaring elation.

She was pregnant with Daddy’s baby–they both were! Demi and Gracie were thoroughly fucked and bred by the strongest, kindest, most handsomest man who ever existed.

Their stalwart supporter.

Their valiant protector.

Their DADDY.

Powerful arms scooped up the exhausted sisters, tenderly cradling them against his broad, muscular chest as though they were children again. The sisters snuggled into Daddy’s comforting warmth, receiving fatherly kisses on their sweaty brows. Gracie dozed off, her head resting on his mighty shoulder.

”Thanks, honey. Guess I needed from the beginning.” Daddy sighed, then shrugged. “Just couldn't admit it to myself.”

“You're welcome,” Demi giggled, caressing her swollen tummy. “Good girls know when to be naughty for their big, strong Daddies.”

He snorted, then laughed, groping her tight rear. Demi gasped, feeling his stubborn stiffness slide against her thigh as Daddy carried them out of the bedroom.

Behind them, the news report on the television played clips of major cities in chaos. Populations rioted, fighting and fucking in the streets. Men and women clashed. Their **** physicality shredded clothing to tatters by bulging masculine muscles and swelling feminine curves.

Smoke blotted the sky in the background, sirens blared, yet nobody cared.

The world as they knew it was coming to an end. Not with a bang but guttural grunts and lust-fueled moans.

The End.

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