Colette´s soppy pussy

Half an hour goes by as you both recover from the beautiful, incestual fuck. It is your young daughter who moves first, as she slowly inserts one finger in her used slit and fingers her cum-filled pussy. You can hear the slushy noises as her finger slowly starts fucking herself.

“You hear that, Daddy? My soppy pussy is only half-full with Papa cum. Now be a man and fill your daughter's womb properly.”

You take a look at her swollen labia, red from the stretching you gave that young cunt. Oozing your seed onto the bedsheets.

The bed creaks beneath you as you shift your weight, your cock already quickly growing hard again from the sight of your daughter's fingers stirring the mixture of her virgin blood and your thick seed inside her freshly broken cunt. The musk of sex hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the summer heat that still radiates through the open window.

"Yes," you grunt, your voice rough with renewed lust as you stare down at her glistening young breasts, her nipples still peaked and inviting. "This is the bed where I fucked your mother's tight little pussy until she was carrying you. The same mattress where I fucked her over and over again."

Colette's eyes sparkle with wicked delight, her fingers never stopping their slow, wet rhythm inside herself. She arches her back, presenting her tits to you like an offering, her hips rolling suggestively against her own hand.

"Then you know exactly how to treat a fertile woman, Daddy," she purrs, her voice dripping with sinful promise. She withdraws her fingers, shiny with your combined juices, and brings them to her lips, sucking them clean with obscene enthusiasm. "Mommy always said you had endless stamina. But can you keep up with my young, milking pussy? I'm much younger. Tighter. And I've been saving this virgin cunt just for you."

Your cock twitches violently, the purple helmet throbbing as another bead of precum wells up from your slit. Colette notices immediately, her gaze fixated on my throbbing erection. She crawls toward you on all fours, her young breasts swaying a little with each movement, still sticky with dried milk from the kitchen encounter.

She positions herself between your legs, her hot breath washing over your sensitive flesh. Her tongue flicks out—once, twice, three times—each lick deliberate and teasing, tracing the ridge of your crown until you're fully erect and straining against your own skin.

"Mmm, look at that," she moans, the vibration traveling straight to your balls. Another clear drop appears at your tip, and she captures it with the very point of her tongue, playing with it, stretching it into a glistening thread before sucking it away with a wet pop.

Her lips pucker into a perfect O, hovering just millimeters from your cockhead, her eyes locked on yours with devastating innocence that somehow makes everything filthier.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispers, her breath hot against your dripping slit. "That's not nearly enough to fill me properly. Do you have more for your little girl? Can you give me another load? Make sure your seed takes my egg deep inside my unprotected womb?"

She reaches down between her own legs, spreading her puffy, swollen lips to show you the mess you've already made of her—your cum leaking out, mixing with her arousal, evidence of your first claiming still dribbling from her deflowered entrance.

"I want to feel so full of you that I can't walk straight tomorrow," she continues, her fingers circling her clit as she speaks. "I want to carry your baby, Daddy. I want everyone to know you own this pussy completely. So, tell me..." She leans forward, her lips brushing your cockhead as she speaks. "Do you have another load for your little slut? Can you pump my young cunt full of Papa cum one more time tonight?"

Your hands find her hair, gripping tight, your hips bucking upward involuntarily as she takes you deep into her throat without warning, her moans vibrating around your shaft as she begins to suck you with her mouth, desperate to extract every drop of the seed she so desperately craves.

Colette pulls back with a wicked smile, your cock slipping from her lips with a wet, obscene sound. She grips your shaft firmly at the base, squeezing just hard enough to stop the impending eruption she’s been building with her swirling tongue. Her thumb brushes over your hypersensitive frenulum in slow, torturous circles, keeping you right on the precipice.

"Not yet, Daddy," she whispers, her breath hot against your throbbing meat. "I can feel your balls tightening. They're so full, so heavy with cum for me. But I don't want you to waste it in my mouth. Yet."

She leans down, her tongue flattening against your sack, lathing your balls with long, slow strokes. You groan, your hips bucking helplessly as she takes one ball into her mouth, sucking gently, then the other, her hand never stopping its slow pump on your shaft. The dual sensation is maddening—her wet heat enveloping your testicles while her fist keeps you rigid and dripping.

"You want to flood my little mouth, don't you?" she teases, looking up at you with those innocent eyes that contrast so perfectly with her filthy actions. "You want to see your daughter gagging on your thick seed; watch it spill out over my lips and drip down my chin. But that's not where this load is going, Daddy."

She releases your balls with a wet pop and crawls up your body, her breasts dragging against your thighs, your stomach, and your chest. She positions herself above your cock, hovering just out of reach, her hand gripping you tight and angling your tip toward her entrance—but not letting you enter.

"I have much better plans for this thick, hot cum," she purrs, grinding her hips so her wet slit slides along the entire length of your shaft without taking you inside. “You know what your seed is meant to do, right, Daddy?”

The sensation of her slick folds wrapping around your length makes you grit your teeth as she keeps teasing you, moving her wet sleeve up and down against your twitching cock. “They call it the birth canal, Daddy. My pussy is giving birth to your incest baby," she purrs. “Imagine me having your illicit daughter and inviting her into your bed on her 18th birthday, Daddy. Another tight snatch waiting for the family's breeding phallus," she whispers, “as her mommy holds her down by her arms, my daughter afraid of your size, fighting the moment you push your cockhead inside her young folds.”

Your hands reach for her hips to pull her down, but she slaps them away with a giggle.

"Uh-uh. I'm in charge here," she commands, her voice suddenly firm. She releases your cock and swings her leg over you, turning around to present her perfect, heart-shaped ass to your face. She drops to all fours, crawling forward toward the headboard, then looks back over her shoulder with devastating seduction.

Her fingers reach back to spread her glistening pink folds, showing you the mess you've already made of her—their combined juices still leaking from her well-used entrance, her arousal coating her inner thighs.

"Come here, Daddy," she taunts, wiggling her hips so her moist little slit dances in front of you, glistening in the dim light. "Are you man enough to handle this? Or are you going to just sit there with your hard cock twitching in the air while your daughter shows you what she needs?"

She dips her back lower, arching her spine so her ass rises higher, her pussy lips parting slightly to reveal the wet, hot tunnel waiting for you.

"You already took my virginity," she continues, her voice breathy and taunting. "But can you really make me a woman? Can you fuck me like you fucked Mommy? Can you pound this young snatch until I'm screaming your name, until your balls are completely drained inside my unprotected womb?"

She reaches back with one hand, slapping her own ass cheek sharply, the crack echoing in the room. "Prove it, Daddy. Show me what a real man does when his fertile little daughter begs for his breeding cock. Or are you already spent from one round with a teenager?"

Her words are like gasoline on a fire. You can see her arousal literally dripping from her, a clear strand connecting her lips to her thigh, her clit swollen and begging for attention. She’s presenting herself like an animal in heat, yet completely in control—offering what you crave but demanding you earn it, demanding you perform, demanding you surrender your last reserves of seed to her waiting, fertile depths.

You surge forward, but this time you don't give her everything at once. You press just your thick crown against her dripping entrance, feeling her try to push back and impale herself, but your grip on her hips tightens like iron, holding her perfectly still.

"Who's in charge now, little girl?" you growl, your voice low. You drag your cock tip up and down her slit, coating yourself in her arousal, letting her feel the heat and weight of what she's begging for without giving it to her. "You thought you could tease me? Edge me? Control when I fill your womb?"

Colette whimpers, trying to rock back against you, but your fingers dig deeper, immobilizing her. "Please, Daddy—"

"Please, what?" You slam forward halfway, making her gasp, then pull back completely, leaving her empty and clutching at air. "Please use you like the cock sleeve you are? Please treat this young cunt like it was built for—because that's exactly what it is."

This time you enter her slowly, agonizingly slowly, inch by thick inch, feeling her walls stretch and flutter around your invading flesh. She moans, long and low, as you sink deeper than before, your crown kissing her cervix but not pushing through—not yet. You hold yourself there, buried to the root, feeling her pulse around you, her body trying to adjust to your girth.

"Feel that?" You lean over her, your chest pressing against her back, your mouth at her ear as you grind your hips in slow circles, stirring her insides without thrusting. "That's your purpose. This tight little hole was made to be stretched by my cock. Made to be filled. Made to milk my seed until my balls are empty and your flat belly swollen."

You pull back until just your tip remains inside her gripping entrance, then slam forward with enough force to drive the air from her lungs. She cries out, her hands clutching the sheets, but you don't stop. You establish a brutal, relentless rhythm—long, deep strokes that drag your full length through her clutching walls before bottoming out against her cervix with wet, heavy impacts.

"You're not my daughter right now," you grunt, each word punctuated by a hard thrust that makes her body lurch forward. "You're just a warm sleeve. A wet hole. A place for me to dump my cum until you're overflowing."

Colette's moans become continuous and delirious; her earlier teasing confidence is shattered completely as you use her. You grab her wrists and pin them behind her back, using them as leverage to pull her onto your pounding cock harder and faster, your hips becoming a blur as you fuck her with single-minded purpose.

"Daddy—oh god—Daddy, it's too much, I can't—"

"You can," you snarl, yanking her back by her wrists so her back arches sharply, presenting her cervix at the perfect angle for your assault. "You'll take every inch. You'll take it for hours if I want. Because this—" you thrust especially hard, feeling her cervix yield slightly to your pressure—"this belongs to me now. This womb, this cunt, this fertile little body—mine to breed, mine to fill, mine to use as my personal cum receptacle."

She's sobbing now, not from pain but from overwhelming sensation, her body trembling beneath you as you pound her without mercy. Her walls grip you in rhythmic spasms—she's coming, hard, her juices running down your balls and thighs, but you don't slow down. You ignore her orgasm, fucking her through it, her twitching muscles only making your cock harder, your need more urgent.

"Look at you," you laugh, a dark, possessive sound. "Already coming on my cock like a good little slut. But I'm not done with you. I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name. Until the only words you know are 'breed me.'"

You release her wrists and grab her waist with both hands, your fingers overlapping her slim hips as you truly begin to work her. You vary your strokes—sometimes shallow, rapid thrusts that only use the first few inches of her tunnel, making her whimper and beg for your full length; sometimes slow, grinding movements that rotate your hips and scrape your crown against every inch of her walls; sometimes brutal, balls-deep poundings that make the bed scream in protest and her body bounce like a ragdoll.

"Who's fucking who?" you demand, pulling her hair so her head snaps back, her throat exposed. "Tell me what you are."

"I'm your—ah!—your cunt!" she gasps, tears streaming down her face, her body limp and pliant, completely submitted to your use. "Your warm hole! Your cum dump! Please, Daddy, please fill your sleeve—breed me, breed me, I need it—"

You feel the pressure building, your balls tightening, aching for release, but you deny yourself. You flip her onto her back without pulling out, her legs falling open obscenely, her pussy gaping slightly around your shaft, flushed and used and perfect. You grab her ankles and push them back toward her head, folding her completely, her cervix exposed and vulnerable.

"You want to be filled?" You piston into her, the new angle making her scream as you hit depths you hadn't reached before. "You want to feel my seed claim this womb?"

"Yes! Yes! Make me a woman, make me your breeding slut—oh god, oh god, I'm coming again—"

Her third orgasm hits her like a seizure, her back arching off the bed, her nails scratching your shoulders as she loses complete control. Her walls clamp down on you rhythmically, milking, begging, and finally—finally—you let yourself go.

You slam forward with a loud grunt, burying yourself to the absolute hilt, your cockhead almost invading her cervix as your balls contract violently. The first spurt is massive, a thick, hot flood that paints her womb directly, filling her instantly. You keep thrusting through your orgasm, each forward motion forcing another thick rope of seed from your twitching shaft, each withdrawal letting her see the white cream coating your length before you plunge back in to deposit more.

"Take it," you grunt, your hips jerking involuntarily as you empty yourself into her. "Take every fucking drop, you little slut. Milk my balls dry. This is what you were built for—this moment, my cum flooding your unprotected womb, knocking up my own daughter."

Colette screams, her fourth orgasm ripping through her as she feels the hot flood, her body instinctively knowing its purpose has been fulfilled. Her cervix flutters open, literally drinking your seed into her fertile depths, her womb contracting to pull you deeper, to keep you locked inside until every drop has been claimed.

You collapse onto her, still spurting weakly, her body warm and soft and perfect beneath you—your personal receptacle, your breeding sleeve, your fertile little girl, finally and completely filled.

To be continued.