I didn't wait for her to come around at all, not even for a fleeting second. With a rough, almost predatory motion, I grabbed the hem of her short skirt and yanked it up to her waist in one swift movement, exposing her pale, eager ass. Before she could properly react, my fingers dug into the flimsy string of her underwear, tearing the delicate fabric off her like a savage. The sound of the rip was almost drowned out by Kris's sharp gasp.
"Riiipp!"
"AH!! "Kris, snapped out of her daze by the sudden, painful tug on her pussy as her panties tore, whimpered. Her eyes, still glazed over with lust, widened slightly.
"Oh, you... you animal! So manly," she breathed, her voice a rough purr despite the shock.
"But ah!... Master, please be a little gentle? Your big cock, it'll tear my old pussy apart, I swear it will!" Before she could finish her pathetic plea, my open palm connected with the soft, fleshy curve of her ass cheek.
"SLAP!! PAH!" The sound echoed sharply in the tiled bathroom.
"Shut it, slut," I growled, my voice low and dominant.
"Ahn!! Yes, Master," she immediately replied, her eyes dropping submissively.
"PAH!" I slapped her ass again, harder this time, a crimson imprint blooming instantly on her pale skin. "A slut should take my cock gratefully, not whine about it! Understand?"
Another resounding "PAH!" followed, making her entire ass flush an angry red. "Repeat what I just said, and mean it, whore."
Kris whimpered, her body trembling under my touch. "A slut... a slut should take your cock gratefully, Master," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper, yet laced with a desperate obedience.
"Good~" Satisfied, I let my huge, throbbing cock, now fully hard and dripping with pre-cum, brush against her swollen, flappy pussy lips. The sight of her glistening folds, already slick and ready, made my dick twitch with anticipation. I rubbed the head of my monster slowly, sensuously, over her clit, then down to her vaginal opening, teasing her mercilessly.
"Oh, ahn~" Kris moaned, squirming, her hips grinding forward uselessly against my thigh. A gush of liquid suddenly flowed from her, soaking her upper thighs. She had just cummed right there, a pathetic, desperate trickle. "Master... please..."
I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly, forcing her to look up at me. "Beg me, bitch…. Beg me to destroy that used hole of yours."
Her eyes, now filled with a desperate, pleading desire, locked onto mine. "Mas-Master... please... please destroy my slutty old pussy with your giant big cock," she stammered, tears welling in her eyes, her hips thrusting forward in a frantic need.
"Please, Master! Fill me! Break me!"
As soon as the last word left her mouth, I didn't hesitate. With a primal grunt, I aimed and, with a single, brutal thrust, plunged my massive, thick cock directly into her pussy, burying it down to the hilt.
"SHLUUCK!"
"AHHHH!!! UGHK! AHN~!" Kris screamed, a pained, incoherent groan tearing from her throat as my cock went so impossibly deep. Her entire body shuddered violently, seizing up like she was having a fit. My cock had broken through her cervix, ramming directly into her womb in that single, devastating stroke.
"SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!! "
A torrent of liquid exploded from her pussy, a combination of terrified cum and uncontrolled piss, drenching her legs and the tiled floor. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking involuntarily, her pussy relentlessly cumming and pissing simultaneously.
I grabbed her hair again, roughly pulling her body flush against mine, twisting her head to the side as I grabbed both of her large, silicone-enhanced boobs.
"SQUISH!" With my free hand, I started to slap her tits, hard and repeatedly, until they were an angry, bruised red. "SLAP!!! SLAP!!! PAH!"
"Ahn~! Ahh! Master! Stop! Ugh!" she cried out, her voice cracking.
"PAK! You like that don't you, Bitch! You loved my giant cock that you dare cum before me Right?!, you worthless slut?!" I snarled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "PAH!" I slapped her tits again, leaving a fresh red mark.
"Ahn! S-sorry Master! Plea-please! Your big dick... it was too much! Too much! AHN!!!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face, her body still convulsing around my deeply embedded cock.
"That's right! You slut! Enjoy my cock! SLAP!!"The sharp smack of my palm against her cheek echoed in the tiled room. A bloom of angry red erupted on Kris's skin. "Master… Ah, ahh, nn"
"Ah, ahh, nn Yes, Master, I loved your giant cock inside of me!!!" she gasped, the word barely a whisper. Smack. My hand connected again, painting her left cheek crimson, a mirror image of the first. "Say it proper."
"Sluts take cock gratefully," she panted, her hips twitching with a frantic, involuntary jig. "Thank you, Master."
I leaned down, my breath hot and heavy in her ear. "Louder."
"SLUTS TAKE COCK GRATEFULLY!" Her voice ripped, raw and desperate, off the mirrored walls, a desperate plea to the empty space. I spat on my hand, slicking my already aching, thick-as-a-Red-Bull-can cock. My thrust was a brutal invasion, a violent shove into her dry, tight depths. She screamed, a sharp, piercing sound.
"HAH!!! FUCK!!" I growled, my hips beginning their relentless piston-like grind.
Her back arched in a spasm of pain. "Ahnnn~ it Hurts—"
"Good…." I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back until her throat stretched taut. "It supposed to, and you're love it, Kris."
She moaned, a long, low, guttural sound – Mmmmmph – like a busted washing machine straining against its gears. Her fingers scrambled uselessly against the cold tiles, knuckles white with futile effort. "Tell me," I grunted, slamming deeper, "Tell me what you are."
"Yours!" she shrieked, the word tearing from her throat. My palm landed on her ass again, a sharp, echoing smack. "What are you?"
"A—a greedy fucking slut!" The confession ripped from her, an unholy anthem ricocheting off the shower glass like a frantic pinball. Music to my ears.
I drove into her harder still, my hips slamming like the piston in a sports car engine, the wet schlack-schlack-schlack of our bodies drowning out the dripping faucet. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and tight, trying to swallow my cock whole like she'd promised. It felt like trying to shove a fire hydrant into a garden hose. Good.
"WHAM!! WHAM!! Tell me how greedy," I growled, my fingers digging into her hip bones hard enough to leave bruises shaped like crescent moons. "Tell me how bad you want your pussy be reshaped… by my cock! SLAP!!"
"So bad, Master!" she wailed, her face mashed against the cheap cabinet door, drool slicking the veneer. "Want it—ah!—want it carved! Want your fucking cockprint burned inside me!"
Thwack. My palm cracked down on her ass again, the red handprint glowing like neon on her pale skin. "Louder!!. Convince me."
"BREAK ME!" she shrieked, arching back against me, forcing me deeper. "Fuck me stupid! Make my pussy forget every other dick! Make it yours!"
Her words punched straight to my dick. Fuck yeah. That desperation? That raw, ugly need? That was the good shit. Better than winning the goddamn lottery. I leaned over her back, my teeth scraping the knob of her spine.
"I'm Gonna ruin this tight little hole, SLAP!!" I hissed. "I'm Gonna stretch it wide open…. I'm Gonna make you beg for it to stay gaped."
"Mmmmmph-uh-uh-uh-OH!" Her moan hitched, breaking into ragged gasps as I pistoned faster, rougher. Her fingers scrambled uselessly on the tile, finding no purchase. She sounded like a dying cow stuck in mud. Mooooing.
"Feel that?" I snarled, grinding deep, circling my hips to feel her walls flutter helplessly. "Feel how deep I own you? This cunt's mine now!!!"
"YES!" she sobbed, her voice cracking, ragged. "Yours! Always yours! Shape it! Ravage it!"
Her surrender was a live wire jammed into my spine. Electricity crackled down to my balls.
I fucked her like I was trying to drill through the fucking floor—hard, relentless, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin and her choked cries. The cabinet rattled against the wall with every slam.
"Bang-bang-bang." The sound of me slamming her pussy, slamming her body on the cabinet surface. Her pussy was like a furnace now, slick and desperate, clenching around me in frantic pulses. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back until her throat strained taut.
"Cum," I ordered, my voice raw. "Cum around my cock while I wreck this greedy little slit."
"Hngh! Hah… hng? H-haah?!" Her whole body locked up tight. A high, keening whine tore from her throat—eeeeeeee—then shattered into a guttural scream as she came. Her cunt milked me, spasming like a seizure, hot juices spilling down my thighs.
"SQUIRT!! SPPLLOOSHHH!!!." Messy. Spillproof my ass. Kris moaned—not pleasure, pain—a guttural, animal sound ripped from her throat like wet cardboard tearing.
"Hnnnnnnnngh-uh-uh-AAAAAGH!" My cock bottomed out in a single, brutal stroke. Not just deep. Through. Like punching through wet plaster. There was a sickening, internal pop-crunchI felt more than heard, I am in her womb.
"Fuck." I'd hit bedrock. Her entire body didn't just shudder—it seized. Violent, electric convulsions locked every muscle. Her spine arched impossibly backward, head snapping against my chest like a whip crack.
"Ah… Aahhh… Aaahhh♥Crack!" Her eyes rolled back, pure white, mouth gaping in a silent scream choked by pure shock. Her pussy… Christ. It wasn't clenching anymore. It was exploding. Constant, violent spasms pulsed around my buried cock, a frantic, fluttering heartbeat gone haywire.
"Flub-flub-flub-flub-SQUELCH!" Warmth gushed over my balls, my thighs—not just slickness. A hot, acrid stream of piss jetted out uncontrollably, soaking the tiles beneath us with a frantic
"hsssssssssssssss." She wasn't cumming around me anymore. She was drowning in it. Drowning us in it.
"FUCKING SLUT!" I roared, the primal fury boiling over. How dare she? How dare she shatter like cheap glass before I'd even finished? Before I'd claimed my own release? My hand tangled savagely in her sweat-slicked hair, yanking her broken-spasming body flush against mine. Her head lolled like a ragdoll. My other hand clamped onto her left breast, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to bruise bone. Squelch.
"Filthy," I snarled, eyes locked on her ruined face—slack-jawed, drool mixing with tears and snot on her chin. "Ungrateful cunt."
My free hand reared back. The vicious slap landed square on her bouncing breast, the wet, meaty smack echoing sharply in the steamy air. The pale skin bloomed instant, angry red beneath the impact. I struck the other one next, a brutal demand for symmetry.
"SLAP!!! CUM BEFORE YOUR MASTER?"A crashing blow.
"SLAP!! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"Another.
Her eyes fluttered, struggling to focus through the haze of pain and systemic overload. A choked sob bubbled up.
"S-sorry… Master…" she gasped, her voice shredded, barely audible over frantic panting and the mess dripping beneath us. "Your… big cock…" A shudder racked her again—another involuntary gush of piss splattered my leg.
"Too… too much…" Her head slumped forward against my chest, utterly spent, trembling uncontrollably. "Please…"
The sheer brokenness in that single word, the raw surrender beneath the piss and convulsions, struck me through the residual rage. Possessive triumph surged, hotter and darker than the anger. Mine. Utterly, irrevocably mine. This wrecked thing clinging to me was my creation.
I buried my face in her tangled hair, inhaling the sour tang of sweat, piss, and the ghosts of her expensive perfume. My hips began to move again, slow, deliberate grinds deep into the ruined, spasming wetness.
"Good girl," I growled, the praise rough as gravel against her ear. "Now take your Master's finish... Take it all."
Her only response was a weak, trembling whimper against my skin as I began to piston, reclaiming what was mine from the wreckage. The piss puddle cooled fast under her knees, soaking through the tile flooring. Kris's trembling hadn't stopped—not the racking shudders from before, but a fine, constant vibration, like a phone left on silent. Her cheek was plastered to my chest, slick with tears and drool.
Every slow, grinding thrust deeper into her ruined center pulled a weak, wet gasp from her throat. Huh-huh-huh. Like a broken accordion.
"Master," she slurred, the word thick and clumsy. Her fingers twitched against my thigh, scratching weakly. "Hurts…"
I chuckled, low and dark, grinding my hips in a slow circle. Her core still pulsed weakly around me, a faint flub-flub-flub against the base of my cock.
"Hurts?" I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. "Hurts is the point, bitch… this is how it feels, this is how you know, you're mine!"
Her lips trembled. "Y-yesss…"
"Tell me," I growled, pistoning harder now, the wet slap of flesh echoing louder. Her piss-slicked thighs crashed against mine. "Tell me whose wrecked little hole this is."
"Yours!" The word burst out, sharp and sudden. "It, belonged to you now, Master…".
I pinched her nipple hard—really fucking hard—twisting the swollen, reddened flesh between my thumb and forefinger. She yelped, a sharp YIP!
"Grip my cock properly," I ordered, voice flat. "Grip it Hard. From now on…. Every time I fuck this greedy slit, you grip it like you're trying to strangle it…. Understand?"
Her hand fumbled down, shaky fingers wrapping around the base of my shaft where it disappeared into her. She squeezed, weak at first, then harder as I glared down at her. Her knuckles whitened.
"Y-yes, Master," she whispered, perfectly obedient. Submissive. Broken.
"Good bitch." I began to fuck her hard again, abandoning the slow torture for raw, driving thrusts.
"WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!" The sound of slapping flesh filled the steamy space, sharp and percussive against the dripping faucet's plink… plink… plink…
Her choked moans came muffled now—Mmmph! Uh! Uh!—because she'd jammed both hands over her mouth, stifling herself as though terrified the neighbors would hear.
"Take it," I snarled, hammering into her. Her core was a swollen, overused mess, slick with piss and cum, yet it still clenched around me in frantic flutters. "Take every fucking inch, you greedy bitch!"
"Mmmph-uh-UH-OH!" Her muffled cry hitched, broke. Her body locked up tight against mine, back arching violently.
Another orgasm ripped through her— flubba-flubba-SQUELCH!—soaking my thighs anew. Euphoric. Messy. She came like that every few strokes now, her entire state dissolving into shuddering, dripping ruin.
Her hands finally fell away from her mouth. "FUCK!" she wailed, voice raw and ragged.
"Your—your big cock! Dominating my womb! Feels like—like you're gonna split me in HALF!" I grinned, wild and feral. The cabinet door behind her head rattled with every slam. Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Maybe I will," I breathed, leaning close, my lips brushing her ear. "Maybe I'll crack you open like a fucking walnut…. Leave you gaping and hollowed out…. Just a hole for me to use… MY HOLE!"
Her eyes rolled back. She didn't scream this time. Just whimpered—a high, thin sound of pure surrender. "Eeeeeee…"
Perfect. Her whimpering dissolved into a wet, ragged sigh of utter defeat. Her core still pulsed around me, weak but insistent, like a faulty engine sputtering on fumes.
"Slap! slap! slap! slap! slap…!! Flubba-flubba-squelch."
I didn't slow down. Didn't ease up. My hips hammered forward, driving deeper into the swollen, ruined heat of her. Her hands flopped uselessly at her sides, fingers twitching against the piss-slick tile.
"Look at you," I growled, grinding hard against her ass. "Look at this fucking mess."
Her head lolled, eyes unfocused. "M-master…"
"Look!" I snarled, grabbing her chin, forcing her face toward the fogged mirror above the sink.
Her reflection swam in the steam—pale skin flushed scarlet, hair plastered to her temples, lips swollen and parted. Drool slicked her chin. But it was her belly that held her gaze. Swollen tight beneath my thrusts, distended as if she'd swallowed a softball. My cum. Flooding her. Filling her. Proof of my claim.
"See that?" I hissed, my voice rough against her ear. "See what I did to you? That's me. My claim. My fucking signature carved into your greedy little womb."
"Y-yes…" she breathed, the words barely a whisper.
"Tell me what it is," the command was a low growl, an insistent pressure against the shell of her ear.
She swallowed, the movement of her throat a visible tremor of effort and submission. "Your…" she began, her voice catching. "Your load, Master."
The sharp crack of my hand against her flesh echoed through the room, a whip-like report that left a stinging heat in its wake. "Louder."
"YOUR CUM!" she shrieked, her voice shredding into raw, desperate honesty. "YOUR SEED! FLOODING ME! FILLING ME!"
"Good girl." My grip on her hips tightened, anchoring her as my rhythm became a frantic, pistoning drive. The wet, percussive slap of skin meeting skin filled the space between us.
"Schlack-schlack-SCHLACK!" Her stomach, already swollen, quivered with every impact.
"I'm gonna keep cumming in you," I promised, my breath a hot brand on the nape of her neck.
"I'm going pump you so full, you'll waddle out of here... I'm gonna make sure everyone you pass knows what I did to this greedy hole." In the mirror, her eyes met mine, wide and dark. Not with fear, but with a primal, bottomless hunger.
"Please…" she gasped, the plea a ragged thing. "More… fill me deeper… make it stay…" Her begging was pure gasoline on a roaring fire. My body coiled, tightening, drawing me toward the edge with an inexorable pull.
"You want it?" I grunted, driving into her with a force meant to bruise, to claim. "You want my fucking mess inside you? Want it breeding you?"
"YES!" The scream tore from her, bouncing off the walls, a raw testament to her surrender. "BREED ME! RUIN ME! LEAVE ME DRIPPING!"
"Good! That is what I want!" That was it, the final thread snapped, A white-hot pressure detonated at the base of my spine, roaring up through my core with the force of a volcano.
"TAKE IT!" I roared, plunging into her to the hilt, grinding my hips deep against her. "TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP, YOU BROKEN SLUT!"
"Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt! Gush." A hot, thick geyser of release flooded her, painting her inner walls, surging impossibly deep.
"Sploosh-sploosh-SPLOOSH!" Her belly distended further, rounding out taut and firm beneath my pounding hips. The sensation was unbearably tight, a strain of filling something far past its limits.
"Ah… Aahhh… Aaahhh!!!" A strangled, choked gasp was her only reply. Her eyes rolled back, showing pure white. Her entire body convulsed—not in pleasure, but in a full-body spasm of sheer, overwhelming overload.
"Hnnnnnnngh-uh-uh-AAAAAAGH!" A weak, hot stream of release jetted from her, mingling with the flood already on the floor.
"Hsssssssssss… FSSSSSSHHHHH!!!~".
The release was relentless, wave after wave pumping into her depths. Her stomach swelled further, a firm, rounded curve pressing back against me. She looked pregnant. Felt pregnant. My hand slid down her trembling flank, palming the taut, distended curve.
"Fuck…" I breathed, awestruck by the sheer, impossible volume. "Look at you… look at what I did…"
"Ahhh~" Her head slumped forward, consciousness flickering like a guttering candle.
"S-so much…" The flood continued. Not in spurts now, but a relentless, pressurized deluge, unloading into her ravaged heart. Twenty seconds of an eternity. Her belly was a tight drum under my palm, stretched skin gleaming under the harsh lights. Kris didn't scream. Didn't whimper. She just hung limp in my grasp, a dead weight, head lolling, eyes white, mouth slack and drooling.
"Drip. Drip. Drip."
I finally withdrew with a wet, sucking POP. Her body crumpled to the floor without grace. Thump. Her body went limp, her body went heavy, Face-down on the slick tile, legs splayed wide.
Her pussy was wrecked, swollen, bruised-open maw, raw and puffy. My release didn't just leak—it gushed out in thick, creamy rivers, flooding over the curve of her ass, soaking her thighs, pooling in a wide, sticky lake beneath her hips.
"Sploosh… glug… sploosh." It mixed with the other fluids still trickling from her. Hssssss… Her lower half was a drenched, reeking testament to my possession.
"That was too much… It felt so, full…" she slurred, her voice thick and dreamy, her face pressed into the cool vinyl. Her fingers twitched weakly near her swollen stomach.
"Master… too… too full. Feels like…" A weak, delirious giggle escaped her. "Surely I felt Pregnant… with your baby… inside… Thank you~" She shuddered, another weak trickle adding to the mess.
I snorted, palming the red, welted curve of her ass hard. SMACK. The sound echoed sharply in the quiet room.
"Damn right you're thankful, slut." Pulling out my phone, I snapped a picture of the wreckage—the gaping proof of her submission, the river of our mingled releases, her flushed face slack against the floor.
"Click!" Then a selfie: me crouched behind her, my softening cock resting on the bruised canvas of her ass, her unconscious profile a blur in the foreground.
"Hiiinnngg~" The hinges of the bathroom door groaned a low, reluctant protest as it inched open. Kylie stood on the threshold, frozen. At sixteen, she was a silhouette of sleep-rumpled youth in skimpy pink shorts and a thin tank top that clung to the nascent curves of her body.
Her wide, unblinking eyes took in the tableau: her mother, Kris, a broken doll on the cold tile floor, the acrid scent of a spilled puddle hanging in the air, the glistening, open mess between her legs. Kylie's breath hitched in her throat. But it wasn't disgust that widened her pupils.
It was fascination. Her gaze, sharp and intent, dropped and locked onto my cock, still slick and gleaming with her mother's essence. "Holy shit," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper that belied her years. "That was hot."
"Well… Do you like what you see?" I remained perfectly still, a statue watching a new player enter the game.
A slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue wet her lips, she stepped fully inside, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft, final sound. Her bare feet navigated the treacherous floor, avoiding the worst of the wetness. She sank to her knees beside her mother's limp form, but her eyes never strayed from me.
"Mom looks… used," she murmured, her voice filled with a kind of awed curiosity. She reached out a tentative finger, tracing a sticky trail along Kris's inner thigh. Then, with a hypnotic slowness, she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean with a soft, audible pop. "Good used."
She shuffled closer on her knees until the heat of her body radiated between my legs. She didn't ask for permission.
She simply leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out. Lick. A slow, deliberate swipe along the side of my shaft, cleaning a streak of her mother's release. A low, appreciative Mmm escaped her as her eyes fluttered shut. Lick. Another pass, from root to crown. Schlurp. She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge in a practiced, eager rhythm. Suck… slurp… suck.
"Gotta clean Master off," she mumbled, the words vibrating around my flesh before she pulled back with a wet pop. Her eyes met mine, dark pools of raw hunger.
"Please." She leaned in again, taking me deeper, hollowing her cheeks with a desperate, urgent need. Schlurp-slurp-SUCK. Her hand wrapped around my base, pumping in time with the sinful music of her mouth. Schlick. Schlurp. Schlick.
She pulled away again, a thin, silvery strand of spit and residual spend connecting her swollen lips to my tip.
"When?" she whispered, her breath a hot brand on my wet skin. Her free hand slid beneath her sleep shorts, fingers working a frantic, hidden rhythm between her own legs. A soft, wet squish-squish echoed the drip of the faucet. "When will you fuck me?"
My hand snapped up, fisting tightly in her hair, yanking her head back. Her lips parted on a gasp, eyes wide and pleading. "When?" I echoed, my thumb roughly tracing the plump curve of her bottom lip.
Her hips stuttered against her own hand. "Yes. Please, Sael~. Ruin me like my mom. Breed me…. Please."
A savage, possessive grin split my face. The faucet dripped its steady percussion into the swampy mess beside Kris's slack face. Drip~. Kylie's fingers moved faster—squick-squick-squick—her body a taut bowstring of desperate anticipation. Her gaze remained locked on mine, her pupils' black pits devouring the cheap bathroom light.
"How about, Now," I said. The word was flat, final, absolute. A verdict from me that I wanted her now.
Her breath caught—not in fear, but in ravenous hunger. "Now?"
"Yes, right fucking now." My hands grabbed the waistband of her pink shorts. Rrrrip. The cheap fabric tore like wet paper. Her little cotton panties followed—snap—the elastic yielding without a fight.
She gasped. "Fuck, Master—"
"Shut it." My palm connected with the bare skin of her thigh. Thwack. A vivid red handprint bloomed instantly.
"Eyes on the prize." I shoved her forward, face-first, right into the mess beside her mother. Her cheek met the cold, sticky tile next to Kris's slack mouth. The potent cocktail of smells—piss, cum, and shattered dignity—assaulted her. She inhaled deeply. Hnnngh. A perverse thrill.
"Lick it," I ordered, pressing her face down. "Clean your Master's mess off your slut mom's thigh."
Kylie didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out—lick—lapping up a congealed streak from Kris's skin. Schlurp. A low, throaty moan rumbled through her. "Tastes… so good~."
I spat onto my fingers—ptoo—and shoved them between her legs. Her cunt was a drenched furnace, hot and impossibly tight.
"Squelch." Two fingers jammed inside. Virgin tight. She yelped—YIP!—her back arching sharply. "Hurts!"
"Shhh~ get used to it baby, girl~." I scissored my fingers brutally, feeling the delicate membrane strain.
"Pain's the fucking ticket, girl. Ride it….Schlick-schlick-schlick." My fingers worked her open, a rough and rapid preparation.
Her hips bucked erratically against my hand. "Ohgod!!! Ohgod!!!"
"Tell me what you want," I growled, curling my fingers deep inside her.
"YOUR COCK!" she shrieked, her voice cracking under the strain. "BREAK ME! RUIN ME LIKE MOM!"
I withdrew my glistening fingers—pop—and grabbed my cock, smearing it through the mess on Kris's ass. Schlop.
"Then suck my balls clean. Get 'em ready for your greedy mouth." I ordered, shoving Kylie's face toward my balls.
Kylie obeyed with frantic eagerness. Her head dipped. Her tongue rasped over my sack—scratch-scratch—a rough, eager cleansing.
"Schlurp." She took one heavy orb into her mouth, sucking with a hollow, desperate pressure.
"Mom's cum…" she mumbled, her lips buzzing against my skin. "And yours…Schlurp.!!!Tastes like… so delicious~."
I looked down enjoying her devotion on my balls. Kris's eyes fluttered open. Dazed and confused, they focused on the scene: her daughter's face pressed to her thigh, lips stretched around my balls, tongue working in frantic circles.
"K-Kylie…?" she slurred, the word thick and clumsy.
Kylie pulled off with a wet pop. She grinned at her mother, a wild, feral expression. "SSllrrrppp!!Master's prepping me,"
she panted, her chest heaving. "He's Gonna wreck me next. Just like you…."
Kris whimpered, a weak, pathetic sound. "Baby…"
"Yes," Kylie hissed. She leaned close to Kris's ear, her whisper meant for all of us to hear "Watch me take it better than you… Watch my tight young pussy takes his giant cock, better…Hmmm~."
Then she turned back, taking my balls deep again. "Schlorp!! Schlorp!!!" She sucked with a vacuum's intensity, a relentless, wet noise filling the room.
"Now," I growled. "Suck harder."
"Y... Yes Daddy~ SCHLORP-SCHLORP-SCHLORP." The obscene sounds echoed off the tiles. Saliva dripped down my taint, joining the slick mess on her mother's thigh.
"Good girl," I snarled, my fingers tightening in her hair. "Suck those heavy fucking balls dry... Get 'em ready to paint your greedy little womb."
"mmmmph. mmmmph. mmmmph." Her only response was a muffled, vibrating moan. Beside her, Kris stirred. A weak, trembling hand flopped pathetically toward her daughter's shoulder. "Stop…" she slurred, her voice like mud. "Baby… don't… he'll… ruin you…"
Kylie pulled away from me with a wet, obscene pop, my flesh slick and glistening from her mouth. She turned her head, and her eyes, when they found mine, were blazing with a fervor that bordered on madness.
"Ruin me?" Her laugh was a sharp, brittle thing—the sound of shattering glass. "He's not going to ruin me… He's gonna remake me, Mom~… and I loved that,"
Her gaze, sharp and dismissive, dropped to the swell of Kris's belly, still rounded and taut with the consequence of my seed.
"Look what he gave you," Kylie hissed, her voice dripping with a covetous hunger.
"Look how full you are…. I want that." She leaned forward and spat—ptoo—a thick glob of saliva landing on her mother's trembling thigh. "I want it more…. I want him to fill me up, so much, I can't even walk… Slllrrppp!!!!"
Before Kris could form another whimpering protest, Kylie buried her face between my legs once more. But this was different. This wasn't just sucking; it was an act of utter worship. Her tongue painted broad, wet stripes from my taint to the base of my shaft—schlepp-schlepp—a sensation both crude and reverent. Then it dove lower, probing the tight, forbidden pucker of my ass with an audacity that stole my breath.
"Flick-flick-flick." The movement was precise, like a cat meticulously lapping cream.
"Fuck!" The shock of the intrusion was electric, a jolt that punched straight to my spine—intimate, filthy, and utterly perfect.
"That's it… Lick it clean, you little bitch," I commanded, my voice a low growl. "Worship your Master's hole."
"Schlurp." She obeyed without hesitation. Her tongue pressed flat against my rim, circling with a slow, deliberate pressure that was its own form of torture.
"Schlepp Schlepp!! Schlepp!!!". Then the tip pressed in—a wet, insistent point of contact that breached me. Pop. In and out.
"Schlick-pop-schlick." The sensation was a violation that felt divine. Her fingers joined the sacrilege, tracing my perineum, massaging my balls as her tongue worked my ass with a dedicated rhythm. "Flutter-flutter."
"OMG!" The gasp came from Kris. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, staring at her daughter's profane ministrations. A shaky hand rose, her trembling fingers reaching toward my thigh as if to pull me away or join in. "Her… her tongue…"
"Let her be, bitch…" I smacked her wandering hand away, the sound sharp in the humid air.
"Watch," I commanded, grinding my hips back against Kylie's devoted face.
Kris whimpered but her eyes obeyed, glued to the sight—her teenage daughter, face buried in my ass, tongue fucking me open with a symphony of wet, hungry sounds.
"Schlop-schlick-pop…Is that enough, Master?" Kylie pulled back, panting, her chin slick with her own saliva and my essence.
"Almost," I rasped. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her face up toward mine.
"One more thing." I gathered the spit in my mouth and let it fly—ptoo—a thick wad landing square on her forehead. "Wear it…as I fucked you hard,"
She didn't flinch. Not a muscle twitched. Instead, a smile spread across her features—slow, feral, and utterly unhinged.
"Thank you, Master." She leaned forward and pressed her wet forehead against my thigh, smearing the spit into her skin like it was sacred war paint. The smear cooled fast—a sticky, Rorschach blotch over her eyebrow. She held it there, her breath fogging hot on my skin. "Huh-huh-huh."
"Master," she whispered, her voice thick with a devotion that was terrifying in its purity. "Now?"
I grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her upright. Her knees slid in the swamp of our previous exertions.
"Spread, that pussy wide, girl…" I ordered. The word was flat. Final.
Her hands trembled—not with fear, but with raw, aching anticipation—as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her torn shorts. Rrrrip. She pulled them wider. Her pussy bloomed before me, pale pink in the steamy air, her slick folds glistening like freshly peeled fruit, Tight and Untouched. Virgin tight looking so beautiful. "Please," she breathed, her hips tilting up in offering. "Ruin—"
I didn't let her finish. I drove two fingers deep inside her—pop-squelch—knuckle-deep into that hot, clenching heat. She gasped—AAH!—her back arching off the tile floor. "God!! Fuck!!"
"That's it!!!" I scissored my fingers hard, feeling the thin, fragile barrier stretch to its limit. It tore with a tiny, almost imperceptible snick that vibrated up my knuckles. "Learn to love it, girl."
"Schlick-schlick-schlick." My fingers worked her open—rough, fast pistons claiming her. Blood slicked my knuckles, a bright crimson that swirled into the existing mess.
Her hips jerked in a spasm of pain and shocking pleasure. "Ohgodohgod—YES!"
"Tell me," I growled, curling my fingers hard against her inner walls, making her gasp. "Tell me what you are."
"A SLUT!" she shrieked, tears now streaking clean lines through the filth on her cheeks. "YOUR SLUT! BREAK ME! FUCK! ME!! BRREEEDD MEE!!!"
Beside us, Kris stirred. Her bloated belly brushed against Kylie's jerking elbow. "Baby~ Stop…" she moaned, her weak hand flopping pitifully toward her daughter's thigh. "He'll… wreck you…"
Kylie's reaction was instantaneous. She slapped her mother's hand away—smack—the impact startling in its violence.
"NO! Watch," she snarled, her eyes wild and defiant. "Learn how a real slut takes it." She grabbed my wrist herself, forcing my fingers deeper into her own torn flesh. "BREAK ME HARDER! MASTER!!!"
A savage grin split my face. I pulled my glistening red fingers free—pop—and grabbed my cock. I positioned myself at her entrance and slammed home. There was no easing in. No gentle stretch. Just one brutal, unforgiving thrust—WHAM!—burying myself to the hilt in a single, conquering stroke.
"Ngh♥ Ughh♥ Aahhh… Aaahhh!!!" Her body screamed around me—tight, tearing, virgin tight. The sound that ripped from her throat wasn't human; it was a raw, animal SCREEEEEECH! like metal shearing apart. Her body locked up—spine arched into a painful bow, toes curled, fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick tile. Scritch-scritch-scritch.
"OOOHHH!!! FUCKK!!! IT HURTS!" Blood bloomed around my buried cock, a slick, hot testament against my thighs.
"Too!! Big!! Your cock is too big!! It HURTS!" she wailed, her voice already shredded. And then, the word that changed everything: "DADDY—STOP!!! WAIT!!!"
'Daddy?'
The word hit me with the force of a physical blow. It was unexpected and quite deeply and darkly electric as well. I froze mid-thrust. It wasn't a gentle stillness, but a sudden, predatory halt. My cock throbbed deep inside her torn flesh, wedged against the very bone of her.
Her virgin cunt clenched like a vise around me, each spasm milking fresh blood onto the piss-soaked tile beneath us. Flub-squelch-flub.
"Daddy?" I rasped, my fingers tightening painfully in her hair. "Who Your Daddy, baby girl?"
Kylie sobbed—wet, snotty, ragged gulps for air.
"AhhhH!!! You!" She twisted her head, grinding her cheek into the cold floor. A pool of tears and drool collected beneath her mouth. "Feels like—like you're piercing me! Please—slower! Daddy~"
Her desperation was a potent drug, bitter and addictive. Kris reached out again, her trembling fingers barely brushing Kylie's hip. "Listen… to her…"
I smacked her hand away. Thwack. "Shut it, used cunt." My gaze remained locked on Kylie's ruined, tear-streaked face.
"You want slow?" I ground my hips in a cruel, shallow circle, feeling her ravaged flesh stretch around me. "This slow?"
She screamed—EEEEEE!—a high, thin sound of utter agony. "YES! Daddy! Please!"
"Then earn it." I pulled out halfway—schloooop—leaving just the swollen, blood-smeared head wedged in her ruined entrance. Crimson dripped down her inner thighs in fat, deliberate rivulets. Plip… plip… plip. "Tell Daddy what you are."
Kylie panted, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe through the pain. "Your… your good little girl!"
"Louder."
Her voice cracked, dry as desert earth. "YOUR GOOD LITTLE DADDY GIRL!"
"Good…girl~" I began to move within her with an excruciating, measured slowness. Each fractional advance was met with a trembling, visceral resistance.
"Schlack… schlack… schlack." The sound was thick, like pushing through wet concrete. With every retreat, her body gripped me, a wet, desperate suction pulling me back into her heat. Flub-schloop-flub.
"That's it," I murmured, my palm smoothing over the curve of her ass—a gesture that was gentle now, almost tender. "Take it nice and easy…. Let your greedy little hole learn its new shape."
Kylie whimpered—a breathy, broken rhythm of huh-huh-huh—but her hips pressed back against me in a silent plea for more. "Feels… so deep…"
"Deeper," I promised, sinking another fraction of an inch into her yielding warmth. The flutter of her inner walls was a weak, exhausted spasm against me. "Deeper than your mommy ever got."
Beside us, Kris moaned—a low, shattered sound. "Lucky… bitch…"
A breathy, delirious laugh escaped Kylie's lips. "Yes!" She arched her spine, forcing me to plunge deeper still. "Fill me up, Daddy! Make me your optimistic little cunt!"
I chuckled, the sound dark and low. "Optimistic?"
"Yeah!" she gasped, her nails scraping against the cold tile. "Full of hope! Hope you'll wreck me again tomorrow!"
Her words shot straight to my core, this broken girl, begging for her own ruin? It was the good shit. Better than any drug. I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Tomorrow," I whispered, the promise a dark vow, "I'll split you wider. Make you beg for it."
Her only answer was a trembling, surrendering sigh—ahhhhh—as I finally buried myself to the hilt within her, slow and final. The warm slickness of blood pooled beneath us. Kris watched, her eyes heavy-lidded, her fingers stroking her own swollen belly. Like a switch in her head and personality flicked and the real her comes out.
"Teach her…" she slurred, "…how to be a good slut… like me…"
Kylie turned her head. Her hips bucked weakly, grinding my cock deeper into her torn flesh. Schlack-schlack.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze away from her mother's wrecked form.
"Listen," I growled. "Daddy's gonna fuck you thoroughly now… make this greedy hole accept every last inch of me… you got that baby girl?"
Her pupils dilated, pure black swallowing the blue. "Yes!"
I pulled out slowly—schloooooop—letting her feel every ridge drag against raw, sensitized flesh. A steady drip began to hit the tile between her thighs. Drip… Drip... .Dripp~.
"Now," I ordered, my voice a low command. "Beg to daddy properly…".
Kylie didn't hesitate. "Fuck me ROUGH, Daddy!" Her voice cracked like splintering bone. "BREAK MIRGIN PUSSY OPEN! MAKE ME TAKE IT ALL!!!!"
I slammed back into her—WHAM!—harder, deeper than before. Her spine jackknifed off the floor.
"GAAAAAH!" It wasn't a sound of pain, but of pure ecstasy. Her torn walls clenched, milking me instantly. Flub-flub-flub.
"That's it," I grunted, pistoning into her fast and hard now. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP! "Swallow Daddy's cock…. All of it."
Her hips rose to meet every punishing thrust. "YES!" she shrieked. "YOU'RE DOMINATING MY WOMB! FEELS LIKE—LIKE YOU'RE POUNDING MY CERVIX!"
Schlack! I hammered upward, shifting my angle. Her eyes flew wide—shocked, euphoric. "OH FUCK! THERE! RIGHT THERE!"
"Tell me," I snarled, drilling into that perfect, sensitive spot relentlessly. "Tell Daddy what you are."
"YOUR GOOD LITTLE GIRL!" she sobbed. "I'M DADDY BITCH!!!!"
"Louder!"
"GOOD GIRLS ALLOW DADDY INSIDE THEIR WOMB!"
Her utter surrender was a live wire in my veins. I fucked her harder—animalistic, brutal—each thrust bottoming out against the mouth of her cervix. Thud-thud-thud. The cabinet door rattled behind Kris's head. Bang-bang-bang.
Kylie shuddered violently. "I'M GOOD! SO GOOD FOR DADDY! LET ME—LET ME HAVE IT! BREAK MY WOMB OPE—"
I didn't let her finish. One final, savage thrust—a sickening, internal CRUNCH—and the last barrier yielded. Not with pain, but with a shocking, total release.
"Ooh-Ooooohhhhhh~SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!! SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!!" Like a dam bursting. Her scream was cut off—GACK!—choked into silence. Her eyes rolled back, showing pure white.
Her body arched, impossibly taut—toes pointed, fingers splayed—before collapsing bonelessly to the cabinet surface. Thump.
Silence. It didn't last. Nothing good ever does. Kylie lay sprawled beneath me, utterly still except for the faint, shallow whuh-whuh-whuh of her breath fogging the cold tile. Her body still held me—a slack, ruined vise flooded with a blood-warm slickness. I was plugged deep, lodged against the crumpled remains of her cervix.
A weak, wet pulse squeezed my shaft. Then another. Flub-flub. Spasmodic. Like faulty wiring shorting out.
"Kylie?" Kris's voice was like sandpaper dragged over gravel. She hauled herself onto an elbow, swaying, one hand braced on her swollen belly. Her glassy, unfocused eyes scanned her daughter's limp form. "Baby? You okay?"
No answer. Just that shallow, rhythmic breathing. Whuh... whuh... whuh.
I slapped Kylie's ass. Hard. CRACK! The sound echoed off the bathroom tiles. "Wake up, slut."
Her eyelids fluttered. A low moan vibrated in her throat—nnnnnngh—but her eyes remained shut. Her hips twitched weakly against mine, triggering another gush of fluid that trickled from her stretched hole, warm over my skin. Splish.
"Fuck," Kris hissed, scrambling closer. Her fingers brushed Kylie's pale cheek. "Sael, she's out cold! Pull—"
"Shut your fucking mouth, Kris." My voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "Did I ask you?"
Her hand froze mid-reach. Her eyes snapped to mine—wide, panicked. "Please... Master... she's just a kid..."
"Now she's a kid?" I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her face toward me. "Two minutes ago, she was your competition. Now, Kneel…."
She whimpered but obeyed, shuffling on her knees through the swamp on the floor.
"Worship, my ass, Bitch" I ordered, grinding my hips back. "Clean me up, while I wait this daddy girl to wake up..."
A hot, sour breath hit my skin, hesitant and trembling. SMACK! My palm cracked hard against her tit. "Now!"
Her tongue darted out—a tentative, trembling wet stripe up my perineum. Schlepp. The sensation was electric. A violation. Perfect. "Deeper," I growled.
Her tongue pressed flat against my rim, circled, then probed—wet and insistent. A soft pop as it slid inside. Schlick.
"Fuck yeah," I moaned, arching back into the sensation. "Eat it clean, you wrinkled cunt…. Show me, how you loved me, show me you liked it…."
"Schlurp. Schlepp. Pop." Her tongue worked me open, desperate and hungry. The wet sounds filled the steamy silence. Kylie moaned again—mmmmph—her hips shifting weakly.
I slapped her ass. "SLAP!!! Wake the fuck up!"
Her eyes flew open—wild, unfocused blues, pupils blown black. "Daddy?" she slurred, her voice thick as syrup.
"Who else?" I pistoned my hips forward, just an inch, grinding deep into her battered womb. Schlack.
She gasped—AAH!—her back arching off the tile. "You're STILL IN ME!"
"Where else would I be?" I thrust again, harder. Her cunt clenched in a weak, reflexive spasm. "SLOSH!! You passed out mid-fuck, you greedy little bitch…. Ungrateful."
Kris's tongue faltered against my asshole. "Master… ease up on her…"
"Keep licking." I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her face harder against me. I turned to Kylie. "Tell me why Daddy shouldn't leave you gaped and dripping on this floor…."
Kylie blinked, tears welling. Her hand flopped weakly toward my thigh. "Wanna… feel you… wreck me… again… I wanna be breed by you, Daddy~"
"Do you?" I laughed, grinding slow circles. Her torn flesh stretched. "Schlack-schlack… Look at you. A broken toy."
"I am~," she whispered, a bloody smile twisting her lips. "and my tight pussy is ready for your potent seed, daddy~."
Those raw, broken, devoted words ignited something dark and possessive deep within me. I pulled Kris's face away from my ass by her hair. "Watch," I ordered her. "Watch me breed your daughter."
I braced my hands on Kylie. The chemical stench of cheap vinyl flooring mixed with the coppery tang of blood and piss filled my nostrils—a back-country landfill of human wreckage. Beneath me, Kylie's hips bucked weakly, her torn cunt still stretched around my shaft.
Her eyes rolled back, the whites showing like cracked porcelain. Kris knelt beside us, trembling fingers hovering over her daughter's thigh.
"Master," she whispered, her voice shredded. "Gentle please… she can't—"
"SLAP!!" I slammed my palm down on Kriss's swollen belly.
"She can." My hips pistoned forward—schlack!—grinding bone-deep. "You can take my cock right, baby girl?"
Kylie gasped—huh-HUH!—her spine arching off the piss-slick tile. "Y-yes!" Blood trickled from her bitten lip. "Yess!!! I can!! DADDY!!!"
"Good girl!". Said grinned, then I grabbed Kris's wrist and shoved her hand against her daughter's clit. "Make her cum while I split her open."
Kris flinched. "But—"
"SMACK!" My hand cracked across her breast. "Now."
"SHLIICCKK~ Slick!" Her fingers trembled against Kylie's swollen nub, making slow, tentative circles.
"Harder, Mom!" Kylie moaned, her hips jerking. "Like Daddy likes it!!."
Kris obeyed—her fingers digging in, rubbing frantic, desperate circles. Schlick-schlick-schlick.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥" Wet skin slapping skin. I fucked Kylie harder, faster, each thrust bottoming out against her cervix with a sickening thud. Her cunt was a ruined, blood-slick mess, but it clung to me like a starving thing. Flub-flub-flub.
"Tell me," I growled, yanking Kylie's hair back. "What are you?"
"YOURS!" she shrieked.
"What are you?"
"A DADDY GREEDY FUCKING SLUT!" Her voice bounced off the shower glass, sharp as shattered crystal. "BREAK ME AGAIN! DADDY!!"
Kris's fingers worked faster—desperate, rhythmic, like pistons in an underground railway tunnel.
"Whap-whap-whap!" Kylie's thighs trembled. "YES!" she screamed. "YES!!! DOMINATE MY WOMB DADDY!!! MAKE IT YOURS!!! BREED MY LITTLE WOMB!!"
"THUMP!!! THUMP!! PAHH!! PAHH!! GET BREED!! BITCH!!! AAHHH!!! Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt! Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt!" I slammed into her—one final, brutal thrust—CRUNCH—and felt her cervix give way.
"YESS!! YESH!! DADDDYYYY!!!!!!! Hngh! Hah… hng? H-haah?!" Her scream cut off—GACK!—choked into silence. Her eyes rolled back, body locked rigid, before she collapsed into utter stillness as I pumped her pussy and womb fill with my cum, I dump so much that she passed out as her stomach bloated.
"Drip… drip… drip" The only sound was the rhythmic of my cum hitting the vinyl floor, echoing louder than Kylie's ragged breathing. She lay limp on the cabinet, legs splayed, her tight virgin pussy still twitching as it pushed out ropes of my seed. Her eyes were rolled back, completely unconscious.
"Wow!" Kris stared at her daughter's wrecked body, her own face a pale mask flushed with something raw—pride, or maybe hunger. I wiped my slick cockhead across Kylie's thigh, leaving a glistening streak.
"Fuck," I grunted, nodding at the girl. "She is tighter than yours, Kris…. Like a goddamn vice."
Kris swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the mess dripping from her daughter. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice shaky but eager. "Virgin pussy… always feels different. Tighter… and sweeter."
I stepped back, my thighs sticky with sweat and Kylie's juices. The bathroom reeked of sex and salt. Collapsing onto the closed toilet lid, I spread my legs wide. "Clean me up, Kris. Now."
She scrambled forward on her knees, her own thighs slick. Her hands trembled as she reached for my softening cock.
"Thank you," she breathed, her tongue flicking out to lick a thick drop from the tip before taking me fully into her mouth.
"Sluuuurp. SluuuurpSluuuurp" Her lips sealed tight, sucking hard, worshipful.
I leaned back, groaning as her throat worked me. "That's it… suck your Master clean…. Taste your daughter on me."
Her moan vibrated against my shaft. "Mmph… yes…" She pulled off, panting, a string of spit and cum connecting her lips to my cock.
"Her pussy… and mine… mixed with you." Her eyes shone with a weird, fierce joy. "You gave us… both… the best fuck of our lives."
I chuckled, rough and low. "Damn right I did." I grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth back onto me. "Swallow every drop, slut…. You earned it."
She obeyed, gulping eagerly until I was clean. When she finally pulled away, she rested her cheek on my thigh, breathing hard.
"Kylie… she'll wake up sore," Kris murmured, a strange note of optimism in her voice. "But she'll remember how full she felt… how you owned her…. how marvelous her first sex is…"
I traced her swollen lips with my thumb. "And you?"
Kris smiled, dazed and blissful. "Of course I would also, young man…"
Now that the sex is over, it was time for us to revert back to our normal, respectful self. Not gonna lie, all of this happened so quickly that I just got too absorb on fucking them, that everything just went on with the flow. Just like how I enjoyed it, they too enjoyed the ride as well.