Planting anothr son

Your eyes fall upon Lindsay, your bride's college room mate and best friend. She is sitting in the front row, her eyes fixed on your bride's freshly fucked pussy. You know Lindsay wants her. You chuckle; she can have your bride but at a price.

"Lindsay, come here!" Your voice is calm, low, and totally commanding.

Lindsay steps forward. "You want her, don't you? You want to lick her pussy? You've always wanted her, didn't you?"

"Yes...." Lindsay's voice is far-away.

"Will you give yourself totally? Will you serve willingly as her ****? Will you give the child I will put in your womb as a servant to the son already growing in her belly?" You whisper into her ear. Your hand is busy, opening her slit, causing a ripe egg to be released. This power, given to you by your Father, the Lord of ****, has no bounds.

"Yes! Please, let me have her!" Lindsay still cannot take her eyes from your bride's dripping pussy.

"Eat her! Give her pleasure! Lap up my seed as it spills from her cunt!" You position your bride's best friend so that she is bent over, her face down into her pussy.

Lindsay begins licking, the sound of her tongue lapping up your cum and working deep into your wife's pussy is quickly joined by the moans and cries of pleasure. You step behind the beautiful young woman. Your cock spears into her ripe, open pussy from behind. Lindsay gasps, but she is relentless; she never stops pleasuring the pussy beneath her mouth.

You fuck the bitch; you plow her hard and deep and fast. You listen and watch, timing your release. Your bride screams as a wave of pleasure overpowers her body; she is coming. You slam into Lindsay once more, harder and deeper than ever. You feel the rush of pleasure and power as your cum invades her body, seeking out the fertile egg, giving your son one more servant: a son who will give him total obedience and loyalty.

You pull out. Your cock is still hard and ready. You have not completed your mission. Your son still is in need of servants. You push Lindsay to the ground. Your eyes are already in search of another mother-to-be.