Going deep

Letting go of Beth Anne's breast, your right hand slides down her belly. Your hand moves further down your thumb, quickly finding her clit.

Beth Anne lets out a low moan as her whole body shudders. "You're positively gushing," you note as your thumb starts orbiting her love button.

"Pl, pl, please, Mr. Clarkson, give meee," she whines, only for him to cut her off with a kiss. She gasps into your mouth as you brush your thumb across her clit. Biting her lower lip, you say, "From now on unless someone else is around, I'm Daddy, Sir, or Master."

"Yes, Daddy," she babbled.

Breathing heavily, Beth Anne shivered as you teased her clit. "Daddy, please, I need you inside me," she almost sobbed.

"Such a needy slut," you observed. Curling your finger, you dipped into her liquid center. "So needy," Beth Anne whimpered as her fingers dug into your shoulders.

Thrusting your finger deeper gave a low moan as her pussy clamped down on your digit. "You weren't on birth control last week, are you now?" You rumble.

Beth Anne's voice was throaty as she shook her head, whispering, "No, Daddy, I'm still unprotected."

You smile as you start to bob your finger in and out of her fuck slit. "Unnnkkk... please," she gasped as you added a second finger. Resting her head on your chest, her hips were now grinding as her moans came more frequently.

You kiss her hair, whispering, "Where are you in your cycle?"

At your question she lets on a low moan as her pussy clamps down hard on your fingers.

Breathing hard, she lifts her head, saying, "Two weeks, give a day or two."

Between the iron rod in your pants and your primal instinct to breed your mates, you snap.

"Nnnooooo..." Beth Anne whines when you remove your fingers.

Quickly using a move your high school wrestling coach would have approved of. You take Beth Anne over your left shoulder, with her ending up underneath you.

What extra light there was winks out, leaving just the glowing exit sign. Rising up onto your knees, your hands start unbuckling your belt.

"Rub your belly," you order.

In the darkness you hear Beth Anne whisper, "Yes, sir."

You see a hint of movement in the darkness as you belt loosens.

"Feel that smooth belly after I knock you up. I'm going to keep you happy and pregnant till you forget what it was like not having a baby in your belly," you promise.

The sound of your zipper is surprisingly loud. "Oh god," she gasps as you shove your pants and boxers down.

Grabbing her legs, you spread them wide. "You want it, don't you?" you whisper. A needy moan erupts from her as you kiss your way down her inner thigh.

Taking a deep breath, you inhale the scent of a ripe and fertile female. You blow air across her aroused flesh, causing her to shiver.

"Daddy..." she pants as she thrusts her hips up. You lick her twat, tasting the sweet and salty tang that was uniquely hers. Your tounge moved around as you lapped up every bit of her dew. Her fingers dug into your hair as her hips moved with your tongue. "Daddy, I need..."

You place one last kiss on her gushing twat. "You need to be full of my cum."

"No condoms, no pills, just letting nature do its thing," you whisper between kisses as you move to her belly. You kiss her just above her navel, whispering, "Just like a good broodmare."

"Anything, Daddy, please just fuck me." She pled.

Moving up onto your elbow, you reached down, grabbing your cock. You find her sopping pussy with the tip of your man meat. Swabbing it back and forth, you get it nice and wet.

Beth Anne gasps as she feels your cock start to split her vagina. "Fuck your tight," you groan as you go balls deep into the pretty cheerleader.

Pulling halfway out, you thrust back deep, forcing a grunt from Beth Anne. You find her lips kissing the girl as you start to saw in and out of her breeding hole.

Slap, slap, slap echoed in the hallway, punctuated by your growls and her pleasured moans. Beth Anne had spread her legs as far as she could, frantic to get you as deep as possible.

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, make me cum," she chanted in between kisses.

The way Beth Anne's pussy gobbled you up inflamed you. Despite the sweat pouring off you, you somehow increase your pace. Feeling your balls swell, you started doing deep teeth-rattling thrusts and then holding.

You grunt out, "Ready, baby girl? Ready to be a mom."

Whether she truly wanted to be knocked up or not, her body locked up. At ground zero her pussy turned into a vice as her whole body went into convulsions. A low keening cry of "breed me" erupted from her as she began to cum.

"Yessssss," you exclaim as you thrust deep. Light flashed before your eyes as you began to fill Beth Anne's fertile hole. Five waves of heavy cream filled the cheerleader as you balls sought to deliver everything you'd brewed since Saturday.

Your mouth finds hers as your tongues start to play with each other. Several minutes go by as your kisses get longer and more lazy as the aftershocks of her orgasm lessen.

Despite softening, her pussy continued to squeeze you as if asking you to not leave.

Eventually Beth Anne says, "My phone is under me."

You laugh, levering yourself off the sated teen who reaches behind her, extracting her phone.

She turns on her phone's flashlight, finally flooding the hallway with decent light. Beth Anne's makeup was smeared, and she looked well fucked and adorable.

Leaning in, you capture her lips for another kiss before asking, "I hope this made for no Saturday sex."

Slightly stunned, she just nodded her head.

"Can you hand me my things over there?" she asks, pointing the flashlight to where she had been crouching.

Pulling up your boxers and pants, you zipped them up before grabbing them. Beth Anne put her panties and bra on before accepting the rest of her clothes.

You watched her slip her dress over her head, and she sat back down to put her sandals on.

All of a sudden, you had a vision of her in a maternity dress surrounded by three little girls who looked just like her.

You swallowed hard as, on impulse, you found yourself saying, "Beth Anne, I want you at my place tonight in my bed."

Beth Anne froze staring at you, "But what do I tell my parents?"

"You're a smart girl who was moonlighting as a stripper. I'm sure you can think of something."

Instead of saying arguing or just flat-out saying no. She submissively nods, saying, "Yes, Daddy."

Now dressed, she takes your address and contact info. Looking at her phone, she asks, "Mr. Clarkson, I've missed the late bus. Can I get a ride home?

You smile, saying sure. Walking out to the parking lot, you saw just about everyone was gone. Pulling out, you drove Beth Anne to her home, which was a trailer park on the edge of the district.

At the entrance to Weeping Willows, she had you pull over.

"Thanks, Daddy. I can make it from here," she says, opening the door.

Hopping out, she grabs the door handle to close it when you say, "Oh, Beth Anne."

"Yes, sir," she replies.

"Do you still have your costumes from the club?" you ask.

She nods. Smiling, you say, "Bring them with you, oh, and no plan B."

Her eyes go wide as she closes your door. Signaling you move into traffic going home.