Chapter 12

(Thursday, May 23th)

The next morning, I awoke with a bang - literally. I opened my eyes to discover that my dick was already hard and deep inside my wife’s pussy.

She was very excited and aroused, and she’d been slowly fucking me back into consciousness. Once she saw I’d opened my eyes, she immediately started bouncing up and down on me cowgirl style, like I was some kind of human trampoline. Even before I could fully figure out what was happening, she started babbling to me non-stop about the “Vanilla Cream Energy Drink” she’d given to our daughter last night.

A wave of guilt washed over me as I recalled what that meant - the glass containing some of my cum (plus Mindy’s concoction) that she’d presented to my daughter as a supposed energy drink. But I found myself powerfully aroused too as I recalled that and many other thrilling recent events.

Despite all the rigorous fucking, Mindy was managing to talk a mile a minute. She went on and on describing how she saw Michelle drink some of it, along with various fantasies about how Michelle could finish off still more glasses filled with nothing but my cum!

Most of Mindy’s fantasies revolved around Michelle pouring my cum all over herself instead of drinking it. How it went from teaspoon-size to pint-size quantities of all real cum I’m not quite sure, but it was her fantasy. Mindy had Michelle pouring it on her breasts, her stomach, her legs, her ass, her face, her hair ... just about everywhere. And she described Michelle’s body parts in exquisite detail, obviously trying to excite me. It worked!

“Daniel Cooper, your daughter is a total fox!” she exclaimed. “I know it, you know it, everybody knows it! She could be a famous Playboy centerfold, and you know that too! The only problem is that Playboy doesn’t like girls with tits that enormous! Just imagine her here in this room, stretching her hot teen body, arms over her head, with Ruby taking pictures of her naked body! They’re here to help arouse you! Both of them are naked!”

As she said this, her body was relatively still so she could talk freely, but her pussy was clenching and unclenching around my erection in an almost unimaginably pleasurable way.

She continued, “But that’s not all! The cum! She’s got a great big chalice, filled to the brim with your 100% all real Dan cum! She knows what it is, and she knows WHOSE it is, and she loves it! She gives Ruby a sultry look as she slowly pours the chalice over her chest! Those god damned ridiculously protruding torpedoes of hers are getting doused with your fresh, pearly white, creamy seed while Ruby takes pictures! Do you like that?”

“Mmmm!” I was trying to be non-committal because it was embarrassing to admit just how much I liked that idea.

“Don’t give me that, Daniel Cooper, father of a buxom, cock-hungry fuckpot! I know you love it. Admit that you love it, or I’ll stop my squeezing!”

“Okay, okay, I love it. What happens next?”

“Michelle is talking to Ruby as she pours, while Ruby frantically snaps a picture every second. Click, click, click! ‘Ruby, ‘ our foxy daughter says, ‘This is my daddy’s cum! Look! My tits, my tummy, my face - it’s all glazed like a donut, but that’s Daddy’s sperm! His baby batter! It looks shiny and yummy on my skin, but it belongs in my CUNT! In my MOUTH! I want my tummy FULL on the inside, from all the gallons of cum Daddy shoots in my mouth! Not with this glass, but fresh from the King! Daddy, I need MORE!’”

I have no idea how I’d managed not to climax already, between my wife’s words and her erratic pussy squeezes.

She continued, “Ruby loves it! In fact, she loves it so much that fuck the picture-taking, she needs to consume some herself! She licks your seed up straight off the rounded curves of Michelle’s great tits! But Michelle isn’t paying attention to that; she’s staring right at YOU!”

My wife went on, nearly breathlessly, “She says, ‘Look, Daddy! Look, I’m bringing the chalice down to my pussy. Now, I’m scooping my finger in it and plunging my cum-soaked finger deep into my cunt! Do you know what that means, Daddy? That means I’m gonna be a Mommy! Your super potent sperm are already racing for my egg. In the millions, racing! And this is my time of the month to get knocked up!’”

I couldn’t believe my wife went there, with a pregnancy aspect to her fantasy! So wrong! So wrong! But why wasn’t I complaining? Why was I so damn aroused?!

Mindy wasn’t squeezing my shaft so much anymore, because her hips were starting to churn. It was even more inhumanly arousing with the image of Michelle pouring my cum all over herself instead of drinking it. The only reason I was hanging on was because I’d cum into her not long before. Plus, I wanted to hear the rest of her thrilling taboo story.

She panted, “‘Look Daddy, look Ruby, look what I’m gonna do. I’m climbing off the bed and putting my hand on the floor. I’m practically standing on my head now, with my fire-hot cunt up above the bed, and do you know why? That’ll help make sure that Daddy BREEDS me! Once I’m bred, then I’ll be his slut forever! I’ll have to spend the rest of my life worshipping his great big cock!’”

I think I forgot to breathe! How could something so wrong be so damn arousing?! One thing I noticed though was that she was being careful not to speak too loudly. If she did get loud, we’d have an awful complication of Michelle possibly hearing us and get the wrong idea!

She continued in a startlingly good imitation of Michelle’s voice, “‘Come here, Ruby. Help me out. Take the chalice I put by the bed stand, open my pussy lips with your fingers, and pour all his potent seed in where it belongs, right into my HOT SLIT! Once my tummy’s fat with child, I just know Daddy’s gonna wanna bone me every day! He’ll take that obscene fat cock of his and just churn and stir up my insides until I can’t help but cry out that I’m his wanton slut forever! But don’t use it all, save some for yourself! He needs to knock us BOTH up, on the same day! Then, in six months when everyone sees us with our rounding bellies, we can tell ‘em that DADDY bred us!’”

At that point, I snapped. Her fantasy was way too outrageous. Somehow, I still managed to hold off from cumming, but I grabbed Mindy, who was sitting up on me cowgirl style, relentlessly churning her hips, and I threw her to the bed. I shouted, “I’ll show you!” (It was a sort of shout: I was being careful not to be too loud as well.)

My erection was disengaged from her slit, but not for long. I scrambled on top of her, and rammed myself right back in her boiling hot sheath. But in my mind she was no longer Mindy, she was Michelle. I yelled, “So, you wanna get knocked up, you little prick tease? Well, Daddy’s gonna knock you up! Take THIS, Shelle! And THIS!” With each “this,” I thrust into her as hard and as deep as I could possibly manage.

Mindy loved it. She shouted back, still in her Michelle voice, “‘Breed me, breed me, you big Daddy stud! I’ve been - UUUGH!’”

She had to grunt because I plowed into her with all my might again. But she gamely continued, “‘I’ve been bad! A cocktease! But now, Daddy, you’re gonna make me a mommy! I’m - UH! GOD!’”

I plowed in her again.

“‘Daddy, you need to know! I’m not on the pill and you’re nailing me bareback! That’s how cocktease daughters deserve to get nailed!’”

This time, I paused just long enough for her to finish her thought, then I skewered her deep.

She squealed. “‘UUUGH! OH! Jesus! Daddy, you’re too big! But I’d better get used to- HNNNG! Get used to it, ‘cos if you breed me, you own me! UGH! UGH! My cunt’s full of your cum, but fill it up some more, with a fresh batch!’”

“I will! I will!” I shouted back, the sweat flying from my face as my head flew forward and back with each thrust. I was barely able to stop myself from hyperventilating, much less talk, but somehow I managed to gasp out, “This next load ... Gonna make a ... Make a baby!”

At that point, we both gave up our efforts to form meaningful words. We’d had all the mental simulation we could ever possibly need by now anyway. One result was that I didn’t have to hold back while I waited to find out what she was going to say next. I began thrusting faster and faster. Freed to find a rhythm, I began pistoning at a predictable pace, but now it was my turn to churn my hips and sometimes surprise her with my movements.

We were both hotter than ovens by this time. If there was any doubt, every now and then Mindy still managed to gasp out, “Daddy!” Each time, it felt like I’d gotten prodded with a red-hot poker! Although we were both out of our minds with lusty desire, we still managed to keep our voices down for fear Michelle would hear.

I started to climax first. I have a rule to always wait until Mindy is climaxing, to make sure she gets her satisfaction. Then, feeling her start to go usually sets me off and we manage to cum together nearly every time. But I was so insanely aroused that I just couldn’t wait.

However, I needn’t have worried, because once I started to go, Mindy went off. And this wasn’t just a “loud grunt and then done” minor climax - she was practically having an epileptic seizure underneath me! She was so frenzied with energy that I feared she’d throw me off altogether. But I was nearly as wild.

I probably would have been thrown off the bed before long, except I was determined to stay on top of her and inside her, so I could shoot every last drop of my seed into her hot box. I was still living the fantasy, imagining that I was knocking up my daughter. Only when I was completely drained and my dick started to go flaccid inside her did I finally come to and stop my thrusting.

Mindy was as wiped out and ecstatic as I was, but she managed to joke, “That was nice. Okay, now we get to pretend I’m Ruby. You’ve gotta knock her up too.”

“Ha! ‘Nice, ‘“ I snorted. “Very funny. Like I could go through all that again without having a heart attack. That was downright dangerous. Were you trying to fuck me to death?”

She conceded, “I knew it would be exciting, but I didn’t know it would be THAT exciting. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, that’s what I call an exciting fuck!”

But unfortunately for me, there’s always that very different feel one can get after cumming - the post-orgasmic blues. That happened to me in a big way. One minute I was grooving to the thoughts of my cum filling my daughter’s pussy, knocking her up with my love child, and the next minute I was almost nauseous with disgust at that very same fantasy. Looking back to the night before, I couldn’t believe I’d actually willingly allowed my wife to serve my daughter some of my cum. And now this.

I thought, That was beyond fucked up. I have to either be certifiably insane, or insanely horny. Probably a bit of both.

I looked at my wife and felt very resentful towards her. She was the one who pushed me into the “energy drink” fiasco, giving me a handjob and even a cock licking the whole time so I didn’t know up from down. Then she came up with literally the most taboo and inappropriate fantasy imaginable. She didn’t seem to be feeling any guilt at all.

She recovered quicker than I did and stood up. She began picking out which business suit she’d wear for work and babbling about how wonderfully sore her pussy felt. I had a hard time squaring the image of her in her fancy office, all prim and proper, wearing her expensive pin-striped suits, with the image of the woman I saw last night, sweaty, bedraggled, scratched, red-assed, and naked, who carried a jar full of my cum to my daughter to guzzle down to the last drop. I idly wondered what would happen if her coworkers ever found out about this newly revealed naughty side she had.

I said, “Min, stop. We have to discuss what just happened. I can’t deny the sex was great, but the fantasy was way over the line. That was wrong. You went too far that time.”

“What?” she asked innocently. She was strutting around the room in a sexy manner as she tracked down all her clothes, driving me to distraction. “It was just a fantasy. Did you notice how quiet I was, so Michelle wouldn’t hear?”

“Thank God for that.”

“As long as it was just between you and me, what’s the harm?”

“There’s a lot of harm. Michelle won’t know, but I’LL know! And you’ll know. Some things are too ‘out there’ to even fantasize about. Remember? You said I should do whatever felt comfortable to me; whatever was within my reasonable bounds. Well, I’m DEFINITELY not comfortable with that!”

She sat down on the bed and spoke seriously. “I understand your concerns. I’m sorry I went too far. All that pregnancy stuff especially was a little too crazy, wasn’t it?”

I said with sarcastic understatement, “A little.”

She said, “Understood. But what if I dial it down, without the pregnancy part? You fucked me like a superman. What if it could be that intense every single time? All I have to do is mention Michelle or Ruby, and wham! And I do mean wham!” She giggled.

I replied, “Look, I’ll admit I’m having fun including them in our fantasy role plays. I should probably go to hell just for that, but I can’t help myself. But not the pregnancy stuff, okay? That makes me feel REALLY uncomfortable, now that it’s over. I mean, I don’t actually WANT to make her pregnant, no way! But if we keep doing that, it’ll put some weird fantasies in my head that weren’t there before.”

“Yes, I can see how that would be a hardship for you.” She smirked.

I added, “And no direct mention of me having sex with either of them, okay? Mention their names and anything else short of that. I’ve told them they have to put away their own fantasies of having sex with me. So it’s only fair if I do the same. Fantasies like that have an impact. If we go on and on about that in our fantasies all the time, I’ll want it more in real life.”

She suggested, “Or maybe if you satisfy your cravings in fantasy, then you’ll want them LESS in real life.”

I frowned. “Maybe, maybe not. I’m not a psychologist. I’m not going to risk it.”

She stood up and started putting her underwear on. “Whatever you want, Honey. But there’s no rush. Think about it and let me know tonight. I’ll try to cut down on mentioning them at all in our sex sessions, okay? It’s not like our fucking hasn’t been great already, especially lately. But we could always use their names as an “ace in the hole” natural Viagra type thing for the very rare occasion when our inspiration is running low. We certainly wouldn’t want to do that on a regular basis.”

“Certainly not!” I agreed emphatically. “If nothing else, the sheer physical intensity would kill me before long.” I watched her put her bra on, but then I commented, “Hey, aren’t you going to take a shower first?”

“Oops!” She laughed and began taking her underwear off again. “I hate it when this happens. You go and fuck my brains out, and then I’m incapable of even thinking! I’m gonna have a hard time at work today - ‘What did you say, boss? I’m sorry but my husband fucked my brains out this morning. What did you say my name was, again?” She chuckled.

As an afterthought, she noted, “Driving to work will be tough. There ought to be a law against driving while well-fucked.” She chuckled some more.

She said more seriously, “Once again, I’m really sorry for going overboard. It’s just that your letting the girls be your big-titted cockteases has me so aroused that it’s like I’m kind of half-insane with lust all the time. I really needed to purge all that out with a good fucking. Now I feel much better. Please don’t let my going too far affect your arrangement with them! I’ve really been the one to blame for a lot of things. For instance, the ‘energy drink’ fiasco was all my fault too. Forgive me?”

I stood up and gave her a hug. “I forgive you. But you need to get a grip. If you keep going on like this, it will ruin the arrangement I have with them. It’s not something just between me and them; you’re a big part of it too.”

She nodded soberly. “I understand. I’ll do better. I know how much it means to them, and I’m not going to ruin it with wildly inappropriate pregnancy fantasies and the like.”

“Thank you. What a relief!”

She went off to finish getting ready and shower.