The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant thump of bass from the neighbor’s party. Emily was home from college for the long weekend, her thick thighs already filling out the tiny denim shorts she’d thrown on after the shower. At twenty-one she was pure plumper—soft belly, heavy tits that strained every top, wide hips that jiggled when she walked, and a fat, puffy pussy that always left a wet spot if she sat too long. Her clit was a problem. It was huge, a fat little cock of a thing that stuck out between her fat lips whenever she got even a little aroused, twitching and shiny.
Her father, Mike, was forty-three, still hard from years of construction, and hung like a fucking horse. The family joke that never got said out loud was that his cock was the thickest thing in three counties—veiny, dark, longer than her forearm when hard, and so fat she couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around the shaft. The head was a fat purple mushroom that flared out wider than a soda can. His balls were heavy, low-hangers that swung when he walked, and he’d always been rough with them when he jerked off, squeezing and slapping until they ached.
That night they were both drunk.
Emily had started with wine in her room while watching porn on her laptop, legs spread, two thick fingers pumping her dripping cunt while she stared at videos of girls getting bred by older men. Her huge clit was so swollen it poked out past her fat outer lips, and she kept pinching and rolling it between her fingers until her thighs shook. Downstairs Mike had been knocking back whiskey, staring at the family pictures on the mantle—especially the ones of Emily in her high-school volleyball uniform, those thick thighs already promising the plush body she had now.
She came downstairs for more wine, barefoot, wearing only an oversized t-shirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass. The shirt rode up when she reached for the bottle, showing the soft undercurve of her cheeks and the dark shadow between them. Mike’s eyes locked on and stayed there.
“You’re staring, Daddy.”
Her voice was already slurry. She poured a glass, drank half of it in one go, then climbed onto the counter and sat facing him, legs spread just enough that the hem of the shirt rode higher. Her fat pussy lips were visible if he looked, the huge clit already starting to peek out.
“You’re home two days and already walking around like that,” he said, voice rough. He took another long pull from the bottle. “College teach you to tease your old man?”
Emily giggled, drunk and horny. She reached between her legs and openly rubbed her clit through the thin cotton of the shirt, the fabric darkening with wetness. “Maybe. Or maybe I just missed this cock.” She pointed at the thick ridge already tenting his sweatpants. “I jerked off thinking about it the whole drive home. About you putting that fat thing in me and not pulling out.”
Mike’s hand went to his crotch, squeezing the massive bulge. “You’re drunk.”
“So are you. Come here.”
He stood between her open thighs. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked them down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already half-hard and still growing. The head was the size of a small fist, the shaft so girthy her hand looked tiny around it. She stroked him slowly, watching the foreskin roll back and forth over the fat glans, pre-cum already beading.
“Jesus, Daddy… it’s even bigger than I remembered.” She leaned forward and licked a long stripe up the underside, then opened wide and tried to take the head. Her lips stretched obscenely around it. She could only manage the first few inches before her jaw ached, but she kept sucking, drooling down the shaft while her free hand cupped his heavy balls and squeezed.
Mike groaned and pushed his hips forward, forcing another inch into her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but didn’t pull off. Instead she reached between her own legs, shoved two fingers into her soaked cunt, and started fucking herself while she choked on him.
When she finally pulled off, strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. “I want to sit on your face first,” she said, voice hoarse. “I want to smother you with this fat pussy while you make me cum. Then I want you to ruin me with that thing.”
He didn’t answer with words. He scooped her off the counter like she weighed nothing, carried her to the living-room couch, and dropped onto his back. Emily straddled his face immediately, facing his feet so she could still see that monster cock. Her thick thighs settled on either side of his head, her soft ass and dripping cunt lowering until the wet heat of her completely covered his mouth and nose.
Mike’s tongue shoved straight into her hole. She was already soaked—thick, creamy juices coating his chin. He licked deep, then focused on her huge clit, sucking the fat little nub between his lips and flicking it hard. Emily moaned and started grinding, rolling her hips so her plump pussy lips dragged across his face. Her clit was so big it kept sliding into his mouth; he sucked it like a tiny cock while his hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass and pulled her tighter against him.
“Fuck—yes—eat it, Daddy. Smother yourself in it.” She reached forward, grabbed his cock with both hands, and started stroking the thick shaft roughly, twisting at the head, then dropping lower to cup his balls. She squeezed them hard, harder than was gentle, rolling them in her palms and giving them sharp little tugs. Mike’s hips jerked. She did it again, harder, feeling the heavy orbs tighten under the pressure. Ball-busting always made him harder; she remembered the times she’d walked in on him in the bathroom, watching him slap and squeeze his own balls while he jerked that fat cock until he painted the shower wall.
She started bouncing on his face, smothering him completely for long seconds, then lifting just enough for him to gasp before dropping back down. Her clit dragged over his tongue every time. Juice ran down his chin and neck. She kept working his balls—squeezing, twisting, giving them firm slaps with her open palm that made him grunt into her cunt. His cock was rock-hard now, the thick vein on the underside pulsing, the head shiny and leaking.
Emily came first, grinding hard against his mouth, thighs shaking, her huge clit throbbing as she squirted a thin stream of clear fluid across his face. She didn’t stop riding him through it. When the orgasm faded she lifted off, turned around, and straddled his hips instead.
“Look at this fat cunt,” she said, spreading her lips with two fingers so he could see how open and dripping she was. Her clit stuck out like a swollen thumb. “It’s been empty all semester. I need that thick cock stretching me. I need you to breed me.”
She reached back, lined the massive head up with her hole, and started sinking down. The stretch was brutal. Her pussy lips flared around the fat glans, then the thick shaft forced them wider. Inch after inch disappeared into her. She had to stop halfway, panting, feeling like she was being split open. Mike’s hands were on her soft hips, thumbs digging into the plush flesh, but he didn’t push—he let her take it at her own pace.
When she finally bottomed out, her fat ass cheeks rested against his balls. She could feel every ridge, every vein, the way the fat head pressed against her cervix. She stayed still for a moment, just feeling how full she was, then started to ride.
Slow at first—long, deep strokes that made her belly bulge slightly with every drop. Her huge clit rubbed against his pubic bone. She reached down and pinched it, rolling the fat nub while she fucked herself on him. Mike’s eyes were locked on the place they were joined, watching her stretched hole swallow his cock over and over.
“Harder,” he growled. “Use that fat body and fuck me properly.”
Emily planted her hands on his chest and started bouncing in earnest. Her heavy tits swung and slapped together. Her soft belly jiggled. Her thick thighs slapped against his hips. Every time she dropped, the wet sound of her cunt taking him was filthy—squelching, wet, obscene. She kept one hand on her clit, rubbing fast circles, and the other reached back to grab his balls again. She squeezed them in time with her rides, harder and harder, until Mike’s face twisted between pleasure and the sharp edge of pain.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Crush my fucking balls while you take this cock. You’re such a dirty little plumper.”
She leaned forward so her tits dangled in his face. He sucked one thick nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her cry out, then switched to the other. Emily’s rhythm turned frantic. She was slamming herself down now, using her weight to force every inch of that thick cock as deep as it would go. Her clit was swollen and shiny, sticking straight out. She slapped it a few times, then went back to rubbing.
Mike’s hands moved to her ass, spreading the soft cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear. The sight of her stretched hole, the way her juices coated his shaft and dripped onto his balls, the way her huge clit bounced with every thrust—he was close.
“I’m gonna fill you,” he warned. “I’m gonna pump every drop into this fat cunt and breed my own daughter.”
“Do it,” she gasped. “Knock me up. I want to walk around campus with your cum leaking out of me and your baby growing in this soft belly. Fuck—Daddy—I’m gonna cum again—”
She slammed down hard and stayed there, grinding in tight circles while her cunt clamped around him in rhythmic pulses. The orgasm ripped through her so hard her vision went white. Her huge clit throbbed under her fingers. Juice gushed around his cock, soaking his balls and the couch beneath them.
Mike lasted three more brutal thrusts and then buried himself to the root. His cock pulsed hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her womb. He kept coming—long, heavy spurts that she could feel painting her insides. She squeezed his balls the whole time, milking every drop out of him while she whispered filthy things about being pregnant by her own father.
When he finally finished she stayed seated on him, feeling the thick cock slowly soften inside her stretched hole. Cum was already leaking out around the shaft, thick and white, running down over his balls. She reached back, scooped some up with her fingers, and licked it clean, then fed the rest to him.
They didn’t stop there.
An hour later they were in his bedroom. Emily was on her back, legs folded up to her chest, her fat pussy presented and still leaking. Mike was between her thighs, that monster cock hard again, sliding back into the messy, cum-filled hole with one long thrust. He fucked her slow and deep this time, watching her soft belly jiggle, watching her huge clit bounce with every impact. Every few strokes he would pull out completely, slap his heavy cock against her clit a few times, then shove back in.
She kept reaching down to squeeze and twist his balls whenever he was buried deep. The dual sensation—tight, wet heat around his cock and the sharp pressure on his balls—kept him on the edge for a long time. When he finally came again he stayed buried, grinding against her cervix while he emptied another load into her.
They fucked three more times before dawn.
Once with her on all fours, face pressed into the mattress, ass high, while he pounded her from behind and she reached between her legs to tug on his swinging balls. Once with her sitting on his face again, smothering him while she jerked his cock with both hands and occasionally slapped his balls hard enough to make him grunt. And once more with her riding reverse, so he could watch her thick ass ripple every time she dropped onto him, her stretched hole swallowing the fat shaft while she played with her huge, swollen clit.
By the time the sun came up, Emily’s pussy was a wreck—puffy, red, leaking a steady mix of their combined cum. Her clit was so sensitive she could barely touch it. Mike’s balls ached from the constant squeezing and slapping, but his cock was still half-hard every time he looked at her soft, used body.
She stayed for the whole weekend.
They didn’t leave the house. She walked around naked, her thick thighs shiny with dried cum, her heavy tits marked with bite marks. Whenever the urge hit she would push him onto the couch or the bed or the kitchen table and climb on. Sometimes she made him eat her for an hour straight while she smothered him, grinding that fat, wet cunt over his face until her huge clit was raw. Sometimes she just sat on his cock and rode slowly, talking dirty about how she was going to go back to college pregnant, how she was going to tell everyone the baby was from some random party, while the whole time it would be her own father’s thick load that had taken root.
On the last night she made him fuck her one more time on the living-room floor. She was on her back, legs wide, holding her soft belly with both hands while he drove into her. Every time he bottomed out she would reach down and give his balls a hard squeeze, timing it with his thrusts so the pain and pleasure mixed. When he came she locked her legs around him and held him deep, whispering that she could already feel it taking, that she wanted to be round and heavy with his baby by Christmas.
Mike stayed buried until his cock softened and slipped out. A thick river of cum followed, running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the floor. Emily scooped some up, pushed it back into her used hole with three fingers, then brought the rest to her mouth and sucked her fingers clean.
She looked at him with half-lidded, drunk, satisfied eyes.
“Next time I come home,” she said, voice low and filthy, “I want to be showing. I want this soft belly stretched with your kid, and I still want that thick cock in me every night. And I still want to sit on your face until you can’t breathe, and I still want to crush these heavy balls while you breed me again.”
Mike reached down, cupped her messy, leaking cunt, and pushed two fingers inside the stretched hole, feeling how loose and wet she was from hours of use.
“You’ll get it,” he said. “Every drop. Every time.”
Emily smiled, spread her legs wider, and pulled him back down on top of her soft, plush body.
They still had a few hours before she had to drive back to campus.
They used every one of them.
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