Male, 30s, reposts, captions as inspiration strikes me. Into pregnant women and women getting pregnant and pretty much every part of the process, some wincest, too. None of the pictures belong to me, unless watermarked as such.
Open to pregnancy and breeding related chat. Session Id: 05eb4ac898b3c91fbbba0a2dbc80ff8c2c372f35403239d450bc0be7d3abebb03b
Forgot to post this section, so have a bonus post!
The Plan – Part 8
Objective Secured
The next morning, I woke up early and prepared for battle. I showered clean and shaved, then put on nothing but a spritz of cologne. I sat on my bed and got out my phone. The blackmail pictures they’d sent me still first in my photo gallery. They’d pushed me into it then, and they were getting what they had asked for now. I waited until I heard them get up and the shower turn on before I made my move.
I went to their room and searched through their purses and usual hidey-holes to find all of their birth control and condoms. When I heard the shower turn off, I knew it was my moment to strike. I stood in front of the bathroom door. It was unlocked and I pushed it open. I let the door drift open slowly and the girls looked up, seeing this monster of a man framed in the open doorway and their conversation stopped, cut off in shock.
My younger daughter was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, wearing only running shorts, flared and vented at the sides, her breasts jiggling as she worked the brush through a snarl in her hair. How I remembered those shorts, her ass hung out of the bottom of it, plump like a ripe apple and ready to be plucked. I stepped into the room and walked around her.
My older daughter was sitting on the toilet, her sweatpants down around her ankles and a sports bra tossed over the shower curtain rod, her breasts hanging free as she leaned over looking at her phone, sending a message to a friend. I lightly put my foot on her sweatpants and gently pulled her to her feet as she looked up at me in wonderment. “You’re not going to need those, honey, step out.”
She stepped free of the offending garment and went to stand by her sister. I turned to face them, my expression serious.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you girls, but messing with and manipulating a grown man is going to have consequences.” I held up the fist-full of birth control and condoms that I’d found in their room and tossed them in the toilet.
“You get to face those consequences now. I’m not just YOUR father, I’m A father and a man, and that means that this isn’t shooting blanks.” I wrapped a hand around my engorged cock and gave it a slow stroke as a bubble of precum oozed out and made a sticky string down to the floor.
I stepped forward, grabbed the flared edges of my younger daughter’s shorts and pulled them down, savoring the view as they slid over her ass and popped loose. I let them drop to the floor and let my gaze linger, slowly drawing upward. Her tight pussy was clean shaven her abdomen was flat and firm. Her breasts high and firm on her chest, the nipples pointing at me, hard and puckered. Then I met her eyes.
“Your mom is gone today and that means there is no woman in my bed. When she’s gone, I expect you to be in there with your legs spread, ready for me. You wanted this, you’re getting it. Go.” I pointed out the door.
Despite my words, I was gentle with them. Unlike the surprise, forced encounters of yesterday, this was a team effort. Penetration was scalding, slow, and deep. While I was thrusting into one daughter, she would have her face buried between the other’s legs, and vice versa.
When the time came and my balls began to burn, I wanted them to share in the glory equally. I had them on their hands and knees in front of me and I pulled one tight pair of hips up against me as my cock started to twitch potent seed into the ready womb. In a supreme act of will, I pulled out and plunged my spurting pole into the other, pulling her close until biology had finished spurting. The girls both collapsed onto their stomachs, thick white seed leaking from the folds between their legs.
After catching my breath, I called their school, told the office that they had caught something and that they’d be out for the next few days. When I put down the phone, the girls were both looking at me, eyes a little wide. Then the tension broke and all of us started giggling.
We stayed in bed the rest of the day, leaving only to eat or use the bathroom. The barriers had been broken, I was just a man and they were just women and we did what came naturally. I seeded both of them again during our marathon sessions, though only one at a time on the subsequent rounds. The girls were insatiable but I had to recover between emptying my balls in them.
By the time night fell we were exhausted. The sheets had spots of cum and wetness all over them while the girls had the lion’s share of the sperm swimming around between their legs, their thighs a sticky, wet mess. The room smelled like sex and we fell asleep, cuddled together.
Forgot to post this section, so have a bonus post!
The Plan – Part 8
Objective Secured
The next morning, I woke up early and prepared for battle. I showered clean and shaved, then put on nothing but a spritz of cologne. I sat on my bed and got out my phone. The blackmail pictures they’d sent me still first in my photo gallery. They’d pushed me into it then, and they were getting what they had asked for now. I waited until I heard them get up and the shower turn on before I made my move.
I went to their room and searched through their purses and usual hidey-holes to find all of their birth control and condoms. When I heard the shower turn off, I knew it was my moment to strike. I stood in front of the bathroom door. It was unlocked and I pushed it open. I let the door drift open slowly and the girls looked up, seeing this monster of a man framed in the open doorway and their conversation stopped, cut off in shock.
My younger daughter was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, wearing only running shorts, flared and vented at the sides, her breasts jiggling as she worked the brush through a snarl in her hair. How I remembered those shorts, her ass hung out of the bottom of it, plump like a ripe apple and ready to be plucked. I stepped into the room and walked around her.
My older daughter was sitting on the toilet, her sweatpants down around her ankles and a sports bra tossed over the shower curtain rod, her breasts hanging free as she leaned over looking at her phone, sending a message to a friend. I lightly put my foot on her sweatpants and gently pulled her to her feet as she looked up at me in wonderment. “You’re not going to need those, honey, step out.”
She stepped free of the offending garment and went to stand by her sister. I turned to face them, my expression serious.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you girls, but messing with and manipulating a grown man is going to have consequences.” I held up the fist-full of birth control and condoms that I’d found in their room and tossed them in the toilet.
“You get to face those consequences now. I’m not just YOUR father, I’m A father and a man, and that means that this isn’t shooting blanks.” I wrapped a hand around my engorged cock and gave it a slow stroke as a bubble of precum oozed out and made a sticky string down to the floor.
I stepped forward, grabbed the flared edges of my younger daughter’s shorts and pulled them down, savoring the view as they slid over her ass and popped loose. I let them drop to the floor and let my gaze linger, slowly drawing upward. Her tight pussy was clean shaven her abdomen was flat and firm. Her breasts high and firm on her chest, the nipples pointing at me, hard and puckered. Then I met her eyes.
“Your mom is gone today and that means there is no woman in my bed. When she’s gone, I expect you to be in there with your legs spread, ready for me. You wanted this, you’re getting it. Go.” I pointed out the door.
Despite my words, I was gentle with them. Unlike the surprise, forced encounters of yesterday, this was a team effort. Penetration was scalding, slow, and deep. While I was thrusting into one daughter, she would have her face buried between the other’s legs, and vice versa.
When the time came and my balls began to burn, I wanted them to share in the glory equally. I had them on their hands and knees in front of me and I pulled one tight pair of hips up against me as my cock started to twitch potent seed into the ready womb. In a supreme act of will, I pulled out and plunged my spurting pole into the other, pulling her close until biology had finished spurting. The girls both collapsed onto their stomachs, thick white seed leaking from the folds between their legs.
After catching my breath, I called their school, told the office that they had caught something and that they’d be out for the next few days. When I put down the phone, the girls were both looking at me, eyes a little wide. Then the tension broke and all of us started giggling.
We stayed in bed the rest of the day, leaving only to eat or use the bathroom. The barriers had been broken, I was just a man and they were just women and we did what came naturally. I seeded both of them again during our marathon sessions, though only one at a time on the subsequent rounds. The girls were insatiable but I had to recover between emptying my balls in them.
By the time night fell we were exhausted. The sheets had spots of cum and wetness all over them while the girls had the lion’s share of the sperm swimming around between their legs, their thighs a sticky, wet mess. The room smelled like sex and we fell asleep, cuddled together.
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