This work is a fictional sexual fantasy created for adult audiences only. All characters are ADULTS. All characters, events, and situations depicted are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events or circumstances is purely coincidental and unintentional. The story does not depict real individuals and should not be interpreted as describing actual conduct, relationships, or experiences.
Daughter’s Soccer Team Pt 3 – Crossing the Line
Continued from Daughter’s Soccer Team Pt 1 & 2 – Wet and Wild
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Hours later, I woke to a wet, pulsing heat around my cock. My eyes cracked open in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. A slick, pink pussy hovered inches from my face, and glistening, lips swollen and dripping. Someone was in a 69, their mouth working my shaft with slow, hungry sucks, tongue swirling the head, throat taking me deep. My vision adjusted, and my heart pounded, I saw neat blonde curls around those glistening swollen lips, it was Sara. My daughter. Her blonde hair spilled over my thighs, her pert ass high, her cunt inches from my lips, begging.
She’d felt left out, watching Diana and Kaylee shatter under me. She wanted the same explosive orgasms, and she was crossing the last boundary to get it.
I gripped her hips, fingers digging into her slim, athletic frame, and yanked her pussy to my mouth. My tongue plunged into her slick folds, lapping her sweet, tangy juices, her blonde curls tickling my nose. She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt through me, and sucked harder, her lips stretching wide, spit dripping down my shaft. I attacked her cunt like a starving man, tongue fucking her tight hole, then sucking her swollen clit hard. Her thighs clamped around my head, trembling, her hips grinding against my face.
Sara’s orgasm built fast. I could feel it in the way her pussy fluttered, her slick flooding my mouth. I slid two fingers into her, curling hard against her G-spot, my tongue lashing her clit in relentless circles. She screamed around my cock, the sound muffled but raw, her body convulsing as her climax hit. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, a hot gush of slick blasting my face, soaking my chin and neck. Her pert tits pressed against my stomach, nipples hard, her thighs shaking so hard I had to hold her steady. She came like a storm, her cunt pulsing wildly, another squirt coating my lips as her screams vibrated down my shaft.
I didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her back, her legs spreading wide, blonde curls framed by her soaked thighs. My cock, rock-hard and slick with her spit, lined up with her tight entrance. She was smaller than the others, her pussy impossibly tight, but dripping and ready. I pushed in slow, the head stretching her, her walls gripping like a vise. Her eyes rolled back, a sharp cry tearing free as I sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until I was buried to the hilt, my balls against her ass.
I fucked her hard, hips slamming, the bed creaking under us. Her pert tits bounced with every thrust, her blonde hair fanning across the sheets. Diana and Kaylee stirred beside us, eyes fluttering open, watching with sleepy, hungry smiles. I pounded Sara’s cunt, angling to hit her G-spot, my cock dragging against her walls. Her second orgasm hit like a nuke. Her pussy locked so tight I roared, her body arching off the bed, a scream ripping from her throat as her cunt spasmed, another flood of slick gushing around my cock, soaking the sheets. Her nails clawed my back, her legs kicking, toes curling as she came harder than her friends, her body shaking like it was breaking apart.
I couldn’t hold back. My cock swelled, stretching her even more, and I slammed deep, unloading thick, scalding ropes of cum into her tight pussy, filling her to the brim. Her walls milked me, pulsing through her climax, sucking every drop as our juices mixed, spilling out around my shaft. She shuddered, her scream choking off into a whimper, her body collapsing under me, utterly wrecked.
Diana and Kaylee crawled closer, their hands stroking Sara’s trembling body, their own pussies glistening again. The bed was a tangle of slick, sweat-soaked limbs, the air thick with the scent of our final, forbidden boundary shattered. Sara’s eyes fluttered, a sated smile on her lips, her pussy still twitching around my cock as we all sank back into the sheets, spent and bound together.
The sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled, sweat-slick bodies on my king-sized bed. Diana’s heavy D-cups pressed against my side, her landing strip damp against my thigh; Kaylee’s athletic frame curled into my other side, her dark trim brushing my hip; Sara, my daughter, lay sprawled across my chest, her pert C-cups rising with soft breaths, blonde curls tickling my skin. We’d drifted off in a heap of exhausted, sated limbs, the room still thick with the scent of cum, pussy, and shattered boundaries.
I woke to their hushed, excited voices. The girls were already up, sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked, their young bodies glowing in the morning light. Diana’s tits jiggled as she gestured animatedly, Kaylee’s toned abs flexed as she laughed, and Sara’s blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, her pert breasts bouncing with every word. “God, a mature man is just… different,” Diana whispered, eyes bright. “The way he takes you, it’s unreal.” Kaylee nodded, biting her lip. “I’ve never cum like that. I want it again. Every day.” Sara’s voice was soft but fervent. “It’s like… he owns you. I need more.” They giggled, conspiring, their pussies already glistening again at the memory.
I stirred, smirking. These tight, young cunts were mine, and I wasn’t about to let this end. I wanted to fuck them in every way imaginable, and I’d keep this going as long as I could.
We climbed out of bed and padded downstairs to the kitchen, all four of us stark naked. The sight was mesmerizing: Diana’s massive tits swayed and jiggled with every step, nipples dark and stiff; Kaylee’s athletic ass flexed, her dark trim catching the light as her cheeks bounced; Sara’s slim frame moved with grace, her pert breasts quivering, blonde curls framing her slick pussy. I followed close, my hands roaming, gripping Diana’s waist, sliding down to squeeze her round ass, then Kaylee’s firm cheeks, then Sara’s tight, perfect backside. They leaned into my touch, giggling, their bodies mine for the taking.
In the kitchen, the flirtation turned into a playful competition. The girls vied for my attention, orbiting me as I leaned against the island, coffee brewing, my cock already half-hard from the sight of them. Sara started it, hopping onto the counter, legs spreading just enough to flash her blonde curls and slick lips. She leaned forward, pert tits thrust out, and “accidentally” brushed my arm with her nipple as she reached for a mug. “Oops,” she purred, her eyes locked on mine, daring me.
Kaylee wasn’t having it. She pressed against my side, her toned body hot, her dark trim grazing my hip as she stretched overhead for a plate, her ass arching, cheeks parting to show her tight pucker and glistening pussy. “Need help with breakfast?” she teased, her hand “slipping” to brush my cock, fingers lingering just long enough to make it twitch.
Diana went for the kill. She slid in front of me, her massive tits pressing hard against my chest, nipples like bullets. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her landing strip rubbing against my thigh as she leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “My mom really has the hots for you,” she whispered, voice filthy. “You’d have her spread open with, like, zero effort.” I growled, grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing hard. “Thanks, but right now, I’m more interested in fucking her hot daughter again.” Diana moaned, grinding her pussy against me, her tits bouncing as she laughed.
I decided to remake the movie’s scenes with them, turning the kitchen into our own porn set. The film’s kitchen scene had burned into my mind: the father backing the friend against the counter, possessing her. I wanted that, but filthier, with all three.
Scene 1: Sara against the counter: I seized Sara by the throat, slamming her face-down onto the island, her pert ass high, blonde curls framing her gaping, dripping cunt. “Like the fucking movie,” I roared, kicking her legs so wide her hips screamed. My cock, thick and brutal, speared her in one savage thrust, stretching her tight pussy to its limit. Her scream was inhuman, her pert tits smashing against the granite, nipples scraping raw. I fucked her like a pile driver, hips crashing, balls slapping her clit with a wet crack. Her cunt was a furnace, clamping my shaft like a trap. Her first orgasm hit like a bomb, her pussy locked, a scalding gush of slick blasting my balls, her body convulsing so hard the counter shook. Her scream shattered, her nails clawing the granite, leaving scratches. I pounded through it, my cock swelling, and her second climax detonated. Her cunt spasmed wildly, another flood of slick soaking my thighs, her legs kicking, toes curling into claws, her blonde hair whipping as she howled, her pussy trying to suck my soul out.
Scene 2: Kaylee on the floor: I yanked out of Sara, her juices spraying, and turned on Kaylee. She was already on her knees, athletic body vibrating with need. I grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth onto my cock, fucking her throat until she gagged, spit and Sara’s slick pouring down her chin onto her tits. Then I threw her to the floor, recreating the movie’s oral scene gone feral. Her ass was high, cheeks spread, dark trim dripping. I slammed into her cunt, her tight walls screaming around my girth, her pucker winking as I buried myself balls-deep. I fucked her like a beast, the slap-slap-slap of my hips against her ass deafening. Her first orgasm hit like a gunshot, her pussy clamped so hard I roared, her body seizing, a torrent of slick gushing out, soaking the tiles. Her scream was muffled as I shoved her face into the floor, her ass thrashing. I didn’t stop, pounding harder, and her second climax exploded. Her cunt locked again, her body convulsing like she was electrocuted, another flood of slick blasting my balls, her screams raw and broken as her pussy milked me with vicious pulses.
Scene 3: Diana on the counter: Diana was waiting, sprawled on the counter, legs spread, massive tits heaving, landing strip soaked. I recreated the movie’s final scene, but apocalyptic. I grabbed her ankles, yanking them to my shoulders, her pussy gaping, lips swollen to bursting. I rammed my cock into her, stretching her cunt to its breaking point, her walls gripping like a noose. Her tits bounced like cannonballs, slapping her face, leaving red marks. I fucked her with murderous force, the counter groaning, threatening to collapse. Her first orgasm was cataclysmic, her pussy crushed my cock, a molten gush of slick flooding my pelvis, her scream a banshee wail as her body arched, tits thrusting skyward, nipples black and rigid. Her nails tore at my arms, drawing blood. I hammered through it, my cock swelling to split her, and her second climax annihilated her. Her cunt spasmed so hard it hurt, another torrent of slick blasting out, soaking us both, her body thrashing like she was possessed, her eyes pure white, her scream choking off as her pussy sucked me dry. I roared, slamming balls-deep, and unloaded, scalding, thick ropes of cum blasting into her, filling her cunt, spilling out in a creamy flood as her walls milked me with brutal, relentless pulses.
The girls collapsed, wrecked, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and slick, the kitchen a warzone of shattered plates, puddles of juices, and claw marks on the counter. Sara’s blonde curls were soaked, her pert tits red from the granite; Kaylee’s athletic ass trembled, her dark trim dripping; Diana’s massive tits heaved, her landing strip buried in cum. They were mine, their tight pussies destroyed and craving more, ready for every filthy scene I’d dream up next.
The kitchen was a battlefield of shattered lust, puddles of cum and slick pooling on the tiles, the counter scarred with claw marks, the air thick with the stench of raw, filthy sex. Sara, Kaylee, and Diana lay sprawled, their young bodies wrecked, glistening with sweat and juices. Sara’s pert C-cups heaved, blonde curls plastered to her flushed face, her pussy still dripping onto the granite. Kaylee’s athletic frame trembled, her dark trim soaked, ass red from my brutal thrusts. Diana’s massive D-cups quivered, her landing strip buried in a creamy mess of my cum, her thighs shaking. They panted, eyes feral, already craving more.
I leaned against the island, my cock still thick and slick, pulsing with aftershocks. “Now’s a good time to ask,” I growled, voice rough. “What birth control are you girls on?” They giggled, catching their breath, their bodies jiggling with the laughter. I smirked, “If not, I’m gonna start fucking those hard asses.” Their eyes widened, a mix of nerves and excitement. Sara bit her lip, “What’s anal feel like?” Kaylee and Diana leaned in, curious, their pussies twitching at the thought.
“After we eat, I’ll show you,” I said, grabbing a loaf of bread and some fruit, tossing together a quick spread. “But first, birth control. Spill.” They all nodded, still catching their breath. Sara spoke first, “I’m on the pill.” Kaylee grinned, “Same, been on it forever.” Diana’s tits bounced as she laughed, “Yup, pill. We’re good.” I nodded, satisfied. No accidents, just pure, filthy freedom.
We scarfed down the food, their naked bodies pressed close, tits and asses brushing me as they fed me bites, flirting shamelessly. Then I led them back upstairs, grabbing a bottle of silicone lube from my nightstand. The king-sized bed was still a mess of stained sheets, but it was perfect for what came next. “Time to teach you about anal,” I said, voice dark. “Who’s first?”
Diana volunteered, her eyes blazing with challenge. “Me. I want it.” Sara and Kaylee settled on the bed, legs spread, fingers already circling their clits, ready to watch.
I positioned Diana on all fours, her massive tits hanging, swaying like pendulums, her round ass high, the neat landing strip glistening below her tight, pink pucker. I drizzled silicone lube over her hole, the cool liquid making her gasp, her cheeks clenching. I worked it in with one finger, slow, circling her rim, pressing until she relaxed. Her pucker resisted, then gave, my finger sliding into her scalding heat. She moaned, low and filthy, her tits bouncing as she pushed back. I added a second finger, scissoring, stretching her, the lube squelching as her ass gripped me tight. Her breathing hitched, her pussy dripping onto the sheets.
I pulled my fingers out, coated my thick cock in lube, the head gleaming. I pressed it against her pucker, slow but relentless. Her rim stretched, fighting my girth, then popped past the head with a sharp cry from Diana. Her ass was a furnace, tighter than her cunt, clamping like a vise. I eased in, inch by brutal inch, her walls pulsing, her tits thrashing wildly as she groaned. When I was balls-deep, I paused, letting her adjust, then started thrusting, slow, then harder, the slap of my hips against her ass echoing. Her first anal orgasm hit like a grenade. Her ass locked so tight I roared, her body convulsing, tits bouncing like mad, a scream tearing free as her pussy gushed untouched, soaking the bed. I fucked her through it, her rim spasming, and she came again, harder, her ass milking me as her scream choked off, her body shaking like she was breaking.
Kaylee was next, her athletic body trembling with anticipation. I laid her on her back, legs pushed to her chest, her tight pucker exposed, dark trim framing her soaked pussy. I lubed her hole, one finger slipping in easily, her ass clenching hard, used to training from sports. She moaned, her abs flexing, her dark nipples stiff. I added a second finger, twisting, stretching her open, the lube slick and loud. Her hips bucked, her pussy dripping as I worked her.
My cock, still slick from Diana, pressed against her pucker. I pushed slow, her rim stretching, fighting, then swallowing the head with a sharp gasp. Her ass was brutal tight, hotter than Diana’s, gripping like it wanted to crush me. I sank deeper, her walls pulsing, her legs shaking over her chest. Balls-deep, I started fucking her, hard and steady, her athletic ass bouncing, her pucker stretched obscene around my shaft. Her first orgasm hit like a sprint finish, her ass clamped, her body arching, a raw scream as her pussy squirted, soaking her abs. I pounded through it, her rim spasming, and her second climax exploded, her ass locking so hard I saw stars, another gush of slick blasting from her cunt as she thrashed, her screams raw and animal.
Sara, my daughter, was last, her slim frame quivering as she watched her friends get wrecked. I put her on her side, one leg lifted high, her blonde curls and tight pucker exposed. I lubed her gently, one finger circling, then slipping in, her ass impossibly tight, clenching like a fist. She whimpered, her pert tits trembling, her pussy already soaked. I added a second finger, slow, stretching her, her moans soft but desperate, her blonde hair sticking to her face.
I lined my cock up, the head pressing her pucker. I pushed slow, her rim resisting, then giving with a sharp cry as the head popped in. Her ass was the tightest yet, a scorching, pulsing vice that made me groan. I eased in, inch by inch, her walls fighting, then sucking me deeper. Balls-deep, I started thrusting, slow then brutal, her slim body rocking, her pert tits bouncing. Her first orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her ass clamped so hard I roared, her pussy gushing untouched, a scream tearing free as her body convulsed, blonde curls whipping. I fucked her harder, her rim spasming, and her second climax shattered her. Her ass locked like a trap, another flood of slick soaking the sheets, her scream choking off as her body thrashed, her pussy squirting again, her eyes rolling white as her ass milked me with vicious pulses.
I pulled out of Sara, their tight asses stretched and dripping lube, their bodies wrecked, pussies gushing, the bed a swamp of cum and slick. They collapsed, panting, giggling, their eyes wild with addiction to this new, filthy high. They were mine, their holes, pussy and ass, ready for every depraved act I’d dream up next.
Diana, Kaylee, and Sara sprawled in a trembling, sweat-soaked pile, their young bodies obliterated from their anal annihilations. Diana’s massive D-cups quivered, slick with juices, her landing strip and gaping pucker oozing cum and lube. Kaylee’s athletic frame convulsed, her dark trim and stretched ass dripping, her abs twitching from aftershocks. Sara, my daughter, was a shattered wreck, blonde curls matted, pert C-cups flushed, her pussy and pucker leaking a creamy torrent. Their gasps were animal, eyes blazing with insatiable addiction, giggling through broken breaths about how anal had destroyed them.
I loomed over them, my cock a throbbing, slick battering ram, veins bulging with feral hunger. These tight, young pussies and asses were my dominion, and I’d bind them, break them, and mark them with pain and pleasure. “You’re mine to shatter,” I snarled, grabbing a reinforced bondage kit, steel cuffs with padlocks, thick nylon ropes, a heavy-duty spreader bar with wrist and ankle attachments, a leather harness with O-rings, and a leather riding crop, a wide paddle, and a flogger with knotted tails. Their eyes flared with terror and ravenous lust, pussies gushing, nipples hardening to painful peaks at the sight of the impact tools.
“Who’s first?” I demanded, snapping the crop against my palm, the crack echoing. Diana, bold and masochistic, crawled forward, her massive tits swaying. “Me. Fucking ruin me.” Sara and Kaylee collapsed onto the bed, legs splayed, fingers plunging into their cunts, ready to watch the carnage.
Diana – First, Spread-Eagle Crucifixion: I dragged Diana to the bed, locking her into a spread-eagle crucifixion, steel cuffs padlocked to the bedposts, her curvy body stretched to breaking, arms and legs yanked wide, massive D-cups thrust upward, nipples black and swollen, her landing strip and soaked pussy splayed, pucker glistening. The spreader bar forced her thighs impossibly wide, her holes defenseless. I poured lube over her cunt and ass, then grabbed the paddle, wide, unforgiving leather. I slammed it across her tits, the crack deafening, her flesh rippling, red welts blooming instantly. She screamed, her body jerking against the cuffs, her pussy squirting untouched. I struck again, harder, her tits bouncing like cannonballs, nipples stinging as she moaned, “More!”
I lubed her ass, three fingers plunging in, twisting brutally, then switched to the crop, snapping it across her inner thighs, inches from her cunt. Her screams turned feral, her pussy gushing. I rammed my cock into her ass, her pucker stretching obscene, a molten noose around my girth. I fucked her with murderous force, paddle cracking across her tits with every thrust, her flesh red and throbbing. Her first orgasm was apocalyptic, her ass crushed my cock, a scalding flood of slick blasting from her cunt, her body thrashing in the cuffs, her scream a banshee wail as her holes spasmed. I flogged her thighs, the knotted tails biting, and her second climax annihilated her, her ass locked so hard it hurt, another torrent of slick soaking the bed, her tits bruised and bouncing, her eyes pure white, her scream choking off as her pucker milked me with brutal pulses.
Kaylee – Second, Full Suspension Hogtie: I uncuffed Diana, her body limp, ass gaping, tits welted, and turned to Kaylee. I hoisted her into a full suspension hogtie, steel cuffs padlocked, nylon ropes binding wrists to ankles behind her back, her athletic body arched painfully, ass high, cheeks forced apart, dark trim and tight pucker exposed. Her abs stretched taut, dark nipples dangling, her face inches from the bed. I grabbed the flogger, swinging it hard across her ass, the knotted tails biting her flesh, red stripes blooming instantly. She screamed, her body swinging in the ropes, her pussy squirting onto the sheets. I flogged her back, her thighs, each strike making her ass clench, her screams raw and desperate.
I lubed her ass, four fingers plunging in, stretching her to the brink, then snapped the crop across her clit, a sharp, precise sting. Her scream was blood-curdling, her pussy gushing. I slammed my cock into her pucker, ripping past her rim, her ass a scorching, crushing vice. I fucked her like a war machine, flogger cracking across her ass with every thrust, welts rising as she thrashed in the suspension. Her first orgasm was a cataclysm, her ass locked, her pussy blasting slick onto the bed, her body convulsing in the ropes, her scream choking off as her eyes rolled white. I paddled her thighs, hard, and her second climax exploded, her ass spasmed so tight I saw stars, another flood of slick gushing, her body swinging wildly, her screams reduced to gurgling sobs as her pucker milked me with savage pulses.
Sara – Third, Harnessed and Inverted: Sara, my daughter, was last, her slim frame quivering with masochistic need. I strapped her into the leather harness, O-rings at wrists, ankles, and waist, then hoisted her upside-down from ceiling hooks, her blonde curls dangling, pert C-cups inverted, nipples hard as glass, her blonde curls and tight pucker exposed, her pussy dripping onto her stomach. The harness bit into her skin, her body swaying, utterly helpless. I grabbed the crop, snapping it across her ass, the crack echoing, red welts blooming on her perfect cheeks. She screamed, her body swinging, her pussy squirting onto her own face. I struck her thighs, her tits, each hit making her holes clench, her screams desperate and pleading.
I lubed her ass, three fingers plunging in, twisting viciously, then flogged her pussy, the tails biting her clit. Her scream was inhuman, her slick flooding her face. I lined my cock with her inverted pucker, thrusting upward, ripping into her ass, the tightest yet, a scorching, pulsing vice. I fucked her mercilessly, paddle slamming across her ass with every thrust, welts crisscrossing her flesh. Her first orgasm was a supernova, her ass clamped, her pussy blasting slick onto her face and tits, her body thrashing in the harness, her scream raw as her holes spasmed. I cropped her nipples, sharp and cruel, and her second climax shattered her, her ass locked so tight I roared, another gush of slick soaking her body, her scream choking off as her eyes rolled white, her pucker milking me with brutal, relentless pulses.
I cut them down, their bound, welted bodies collapsing in a slick, trembling heap, cuffs and ropes leaving deep red marks, their holes, pussies and asses, gaping, dripping lube, cum, and slick, their skin striped with impact marks. The bed was a flooded wreck, the room a haze of sex, pain, and surrender. They crawled to me, Sara whimpering, “Hit me harder, Daddy,” Kaylee and Diana begging for more, their eyes insane with pain-fueled lust. They were mine, their bodies bound and marked for every sadistic, filthy act I’d unleash next.
The bedroom was a scorched wasteland of depravity, the king-sized bed a drenched, cum-soaked ruin of sheets, lube, and sweat, the air thick with the stench of raw, obliterated holes and marked flesh. Diana, Kaylee, and Sara lay in a trembling, welted heap, their young bodies pushed beyond human limits by bondage and impact play. Diana’s massive D-cups were striped with red paddle marks, her landing strip and gaping pucker oozing cum and lube. Kaylee’s athletic frame was crisscrossed with flogger welts, her dark trim and stretched ass dripping, her abs still convulsing. Sara, my daughter, was a shattered mess, blonde curls matted, pert C-cups bruised from the crop, her pussy and pucker leaking a creamy flood. Their bodies bore the deep red imprints of steel cuffs and ropes, their skin a canvas of pain and pleasure. They panted, eyes wild with masochistic addiction, giggling through broken breaths about how they’d been destroyed.
It was barely noon, the sun high but muted through the curtains. Exhaustion claimed us, and we collapsed in a slick, tangled pile, Diana’s heavy tits pressed against my back, Kaylee’s toned frame curled into my side, Sara’s slim body draped across my chest, her blonde curls tickling my neck. Sleep took us like a drug, their welted, bound bodies molded to mine, the room silent except for soft, ragged breaths.
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