3. Dockside Breeding Under the Stars

The wooden dock creaks beneath your bare feet as Mira leads you out into the black-water night, phone still recording in your free hand, its red light pulsing like a heartbeat. Moonlight spills across the lake, silvering her sweat-slick skin; the robe is gone, discarded somewhere between Dad’s soaked pillow and the back door. She walks ahead, hips rolling, cum from the bedroom still oozing down the inside of her thigh in thick, glossy ropes that catch the starlight. Every step leaves a wet print on the planks. She stops at the end of the dock, turns, and drops to all fours without a word, ass high, pussy gaping, “Film me, Heto. Let the whole lake see what your father lost.” You kneel behind her, cock already rigid again, veins throbbing, precum beading at the slit like liquid diamonds. The cool night air kisses your balls; the water laps inches below, hungry.

Mira spreads her cheeks with both hands, exposing everything: swollen lips, stretched hole, cum bubbling out in slow, obscene globs that stretch into sticky strings before snapping and splattering the dock. “Start with my ass,” she orders, voice husky, “then breed my cunt till it overflows.” You spit on her puckered ring, watch it glisten, then press the fat head of your cock against the tight muscle. One brutal push and you’re buried to the root, her sphincter clamping like a fist, milking you with every heartbeat. She screams into the night, the sound echoing across the water, “YES—FUCK MOMMY’S SHITHOLE!” You grip her hips, nails digging crescents into golden flesh, and pound. The dock shudders; planks groan; her tits swing like pendulums, nipples scraping wood. Each thrust forces more of your earlier loads out of her pussy, splat-splat-splat, onto the boards beneath.

You pull out with a wet pop, gape winking, and slam into her cunt. The contrast is obscene: loose, sloppy, overflowing. Your balls slap her clit with every stroke, squelch-squelch-squelch, sending sprays of mixed cum arcing into the lake. Mira’s fingers find her clit, rubbing frantic circles; her whole body trembles. “Harder—make me squirt for the neighbors!” You oblige, angling up, hammering that spot until she explodes, a gushing torrent that soaks your thighs, splashes the dock, hisses into the water. She keeps cumming, wave after wave, screaming your name loud enough to wake the dead. Somewhere across the lake, a light flicks on in a distant cabin; you don’t care. Let them watch.

You flip her onto her back, legs over your shoulders, fold her in half. Her pussy gapes wider, cum frothing at the entrance. You slide home again, deeper, balls grinding her asshole. The phone, propped against a mooring cleat, captures every detail: her tits bouncing, belly bulging with each thrust, eyes rolled white. “Breed me, Heto—flood Mommy’s womb!” You feel it building, that white-hot coil in your spine. Mira locks her ankles behind your neck, pulls you down, tongue fucking your mouth while you rail her. The dock rocks; water sloshes over the edge, soaking your knees. You roar, explode, pump rope after thick rope straight into her cervix. Cum surges, overflows, pours out around your shaft in creamy rivers that drip-drip-drip into the lake. She cums again, pussy spasming, milking you dry, squirting in rhythmic jets that paint your abs.

You stay buried, pulsing, until the last drop is spent. Mira’s chest heaves; her belly is visibly swollen with your load. She scoops a handful of the overflow, sucks it down, moans. “Taste us,” she says, shoving cum-slick fingers into your mouth. You suck, salty-bitter, groaning. The phone battery icon blinks red—still rolling. She sits up, straddles the lens, grinds her sloppy holes over it until the screen is smeared white. “For Daddy’s morning viewing,” she laughs.

You collapse beside her, spent, cock twitching against your thigh. Mira curls into you, licks a stripe up your neck. “Three more days,” she whispers, “and every surface gets christened.” Across the water, the distant cabin light flicks off. Somewhere, a fish jumps, splash.

End of Chapter 3