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I thought I put my foot down. "She can't wear that, Kitty," I said to my wife. "She's too young. Far too young."
Kitty just smiled as she twirled in the tiny tank top and even tinier jean shorts she had purchased for our daughter. They'd be tiny on our curvy little girl, but on Kitty's body, they were obscene.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" Kitty pouted, biting her lip. She knew how to make my cock stir, ever since we met--she begged "Daddy" to "breed" her "like a good little kitten" on our very first date, and I've been in love with her ever since. "Don't you like how I look? I think it makes my titties look so sexy. And my ass . . ."
Kitty turned and leaned over. I nearly gasped. You have to understand, Kitty's ass is marvelous. Thick, round, breedable. I've never had enough of her.
"Of course I like it on you, babe," I told her.
Kitty grabbed my cock through my trousers as I continued to ogle her ass. My bulge was obvious. "I can tell you do, Daddy. Just think how pretty Phoebe will look in them." I gasped at our daughter's name. Kitty sneered and backed into me. "I know she wants to be a good girl for you, Daddy. Just like I do. And I love when you check her out."
"I never- oh fuck," I gasped as my wife back her ass towards me to grind her barely-covered, ample backside into my bulge.
"I've seen you, Daddy. When she comes out of the swimming pool. Remember last weekend? When her nipples were all hard. I could've sucked on them right there."
Deftly, Kitty undid the button and zipper on my trousers. Her hand found my bare cock. "Oh, Daddy," she cooed, "you're dripping precum already. Is that for me? Or is it for our daughter?"
I couldn't take it. "Maybe it's for both of Daddy's girls." I wrapped an arm around my wife's body and grabbed one of her gorgeous, heavy tits; now it was her turn to gasp. "Would you like that, slut," I growled, tweaking her nipple as she stroked my dick. "Would you like to see our precious daughter learn to take Daddy's cock?"
"Please, Daddy!" She moaned. "She can't wait to be Daddy's whore. I know she can't wait. Daddy. Oh fuck."
I yanked down her jean shorts--no panties, her cunt dripping and hairless as always, so beautiful. I grabbed Kitty's wide breeding hips, lined my cock up with her slit, and thrust. "Yes!" I roared. "So fucking wet, bitch. Wet like Phoebe is going to be when Daddy fucks her." I bit Kitty's shoulder. She groaned and pushed her ass back into me.
"It hurts, Daddy. Oh wow hurt my pussy. Please. Hurt me like you'll hurt our daughter. Show me. Show me how you'll make her take it. I want you to make her. Make her a dirty whore. Just like me, Daddy!"
I was pounding her now. Raw, deep. It wouldn't be long. "It'll be so easy. She's got a thick ass just like her mama. And I bet she's always wet like her mama, too. You made us a little slut for a daughter, baby."
I felt Kitty's cunt squeeze and gush. "Fuck, Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!" She was cumming all over my dick.
"Oh yes, good girl, baby! Cum for your Daddy! Cum on this cock while I breed you!"
"Yes, Daddy, breed me! Breed your daughter! Breed your daughter!"
I slammed home. My cock erupted. Rope after rope of seed--the same seed that made our daughter--was once again pumping into my sex kitten wife's perfect pussy.
Our bodies collapsed together. Knees trembled. Soon we were spooning on the floor.
I stroked my fingers through Kitty's blonde hair, feeling her body against mine. "That was so fucked up and hot, Kitty," I confessed. "You're the best wife a man could hope for. What a fantasy."
Kitty turned her head and kissed me. "Mhm, Daddy," she smiled, "just a perfect fantasy for my perfect husband."
The next day, when I came home from work, Kitty was wearing the same outfit, except this time she was downstairs. "Babe, maybe Phoebe shouldn't see you walking around like that."
"Why, Daddy," Kitty chirped. She never called me Daddy where Phoebe might hear.
"She might get the wrong idea, hun."
"I think she'll get the right idea. Phoebe!" Kitty called. "Come show Daddy your new clothes!"
And in walked our daughter, wearing the same tiny outfit as her mother. She looked at me and blushed. I could see her nipples. I'm sure she could feel them.
"Aren't they cute, Daddy?" My daughter asked. "I feel so sexy in them."
Kitty stepped towards Phoebe, her tits to Kitty's back, and spun her around. "Now show Daddy the other side, honey," Kitty urged. Kitty's hands slid down our daughter's body, right to her barely-covered ass . . .
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Perfect shorts for the first day of school
I thought I put my foot down. "She can't wear that, Kitty," I said to my wife. "She's too young. Far too young."
Kitty just smiled as she twirled in the tiny tank top and even tinier jean shorts she had purchased for our daughter. They'd be tiny on our curvy little girl, but on Kitty's body, they were obscene.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" Kitty pouted, biting her lip. She knew how to make my cock stir, ever since we met--she begged "Daddy" to "breed" her "like a good little kitten" on our very first date, and I've been in love with her ever since. "Don't you like how I look? I think it makes my titties look so sexy. And my ass . . ."
Kitty turned and leaned over. I nearly gasped. You have to understand, Kitty's ass is marvelous. Thick, round, breedable. I've never had enough of her.
"Of course I like it on you, babe," I told her.
Kitty grabbed my cock through my trousers as I continued to ogle her ass. My bulge was obvious. "I can tell you do, Daddy. Just think how pretty Phoebe will look in them." I gasped at our daughter's name. Kitty sneered and backed into me. "I know she wants to be a good girl for you, Daddy. Just like I do. And I love when you check her out."
"I never- oh fuck," I gasped as my wife back her ass towards me to grind her barely-covered, ample backside into my bulge.
"I've seen you, Daddy. When she comes out of the swimming pool. Remember last weekend? When her nipples were all hard. I could've sucked on them right there."
Deftly, Kitty undid the button and zipper on my trousers. Her hand found my bare cock. "Oh, Daddy," she cooed, "you're dripping precum already. Is that for me? Or is it for our daughter?"
I couldn't take it. "Maybe it's for both of Daddy's girls." I wrapped an arm around my wife's body and grabbed one of her gorgeous, heavy tits; now it was her turn to gasp. "Would you like that, slut," I growled, tweaking her nipple as she stroked my dick. "Would you like to see our precious daughter learn to take Daddy's cock?"
"Please, Daddy!" She moaned. "She can't wait to be Daddy's whore. I know she can't wait. Daddy. Oh fuck."
I yanked down her jean shorts--no panties, her cunt dripping and hairless as always, so beautiful. I grabbed Kitty's wide breeding hips, lined my cock up with her slit, and thrust. "Yes!" I roared. "So fucking wet, bitch. Wet like Phoebe is going to be when Daddy fucks her." I bit Kitty's shoulder. She groaned and pushed her ass back into me.
"It hurts, Daddy. Oh wow hurt my pussy. Please. Hurt me like you'll hurt our daughter. Show me. Show me how you'll make her take it. I want you to make her. Make her a dirty whore. Just like me, Daddy!"
I was pounding her now. Raw, deep. It wouldn't be long. "It'll be so easy. She's got a thick ass just like her mama. And I bet she's always wet like her mama, too. You made us a little slut for a daughter, baby."
I felt Kitty's cunt squeeze and gush. "Fuck, Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!" She was cumming all over my dick.
"Oh yes, good girl, baby! Cum for your Daddy! Cum on this cock while I breed you!"
"Yes, Daddy, breed me! Breed your daughter! Breed your daughter!"
I slammed home. My cock erupted. Rope after rope of seed--the same seed that made our daughter--was once again pumping into my sex kitten wife's perfect pussy.
Our bodies collapsed together. Knees trembled. Soon we were spooning on the floor.
I stroked my fingers through Kitty's blonde hair, feeling her body against mine. "That was so fucked up and hot, Kitty," I confessed. "You're the best wife a man could hope for. What a fantasy."
Kitty turned her head and kissed me. "Mhm, Daddy," she smiled, "just a perfect fantasy for my perfect husband."
The next day, when I came home from work, Kitty was wearing the same outfit, except this time she was downstairs. "Babe, maybe Phoebe shouldn't see you walking around like that."
"Why, Daddy," Kitty chirped. She never called me Daddy where Phoebe might hear.
"She might get the wrong idea, hun."
"I think she'll get the right idea. Phoebe!" Kitty called. "Come show Daddy your new clothes!"
And in walked our daughter, wearing the same tiny outfit as her mother. She looked at me and blushed. I could see her nipples. I'm sure she could feel them.
"Aren't they cute, Daddy?" My daughter asked. "I feel so sexy in them."
Kitty stepped towards Phoebe, her tits to Kitty's back, and spun her around. "Now show Daddy the other side, honey," Kitty urged. Kitty's hands slid down our daughter's body, right to her barely-covered ass . . .