Daddy’s Fertile Threesome

Chrissy drove the last stretch of highway with her thighs pressed tight together and her panties already soaked through. Three and a half years of college had not dulled the memory of her father’s thick cock stretching her open, or the way Danielle’s tongue always found her clit at the exact moment she needed it. Tonight she was coming home for spring break, and every mile closer made her cunt throb harder.

She pulled into the driveway of the familiar two-story house just after dark. The porch light was on. Danielle’s car sat in its usual spot. Chrissy killed the engine, grabbed her overnight bag, and walked inside without knocking. The house smelled like the same laundry detergent and the faint musk of sex that never quite left the air.

“Chrissy!” Danielle’s voice rang out from upstairs. A moment later the blonde appeared at the top of the stairs, barefoot, wearing only one of Dad’s old dress shirts unbuttoned to the navel. Her C-cup tits swayed as she hurried down. “You’re early. Fuck, I missed you.”

They collided in a hard hug that turned into an open-mouthed kiss within seconds. Danielle’s tongue pushed past Chrissy’s lips, tasting of the cherry lip gloss she always wore. Chrissy’s hands slid under the shirt and cupped Danielle’s firm ass, squeezing the cheeks she had eaten so many times. Danielle moaned into her mouth and ground her bare pussy against Chrissy’s denim-covered thigh.

“Dad’s still at the office,” Danielle breathed when they finally broke apart. “He texted he’ll be home in an hour. We’ve got time.”

Chrissy dropped her bag and followed Danielle upstairs. The guest room Danielle once used was still full of clothes and boxes, but the master bedroom was clearly shared now. The big bed was unmade, the sheets smelling of sex and Danielle’s perfume. Danielle stripped the shirt off and stood naked in the middle of the room, her shaved pussy already glistening.

“Look at you,” Danielle said, eyes dark with hunger. “College has been good to those big tits. 36DD still?”

“Bigger, I think.” Chrissy peeled off her blouse and bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already tight. Danielle’s hands were on them immediately, lifting, squeezing, thumbing the pink peaks until Chrissy whimpered.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Mouths found breasts, fingers slid between slick folds. Chrissy pushed Danielle onto her back and crawled between her legs, spreading the blonde’s thighs wide. The scent of Danielle’s cunt hit her like a drug. She dragged her tongue from Danielle’s tight asshole up through the wet slit, collecting the sweet-salty juice, then sealed her lips around the swollen clit and sucked.

Danielle’s hips bucked. “Fuck yes—eat me, Chrissy. I’ve been thinking about your tongue for weeks.”

Chrissy worked two fingers into Danielle’s tight pussy and curled them against the spongy spot inside while she licked and sucked. Danielle’s moans grew louder, her hands fisting the sheets. When Chrissy added a third finger and hummed against her clit, Danielle came hard, thighs clamping around Chrissy’s head, cunt pulsing and flooding her mouth.

Chrissy climbed up and kissed her, sharing the taste. Danielle flipped them and repaid the favor with equal hunger, tongue-fucking Chrissy’s dripping hole until Chrissy came with a broken cry, soaking Danielle’s chin.

They were still catching their breath when the front door opened downstairs.

“Girls?” Dad’s deep voice carried up. “I’m home.”

Danielle’s eyes lit with wicked delight. “Perfect timing.”

They didn’t bother with clothes. Both women walked naked to the top of the stairs and looked down. Dad stood in the entryway in his suit, loosening his tie. He froze when he saw them—his daughter’s full tits and his live-in lover’s firm body on full display.

“Welcome home, Daddy,” Chrissy said, voice husky.

He climbed the stairs slowly, eyes never leaving them. At the top he pulled both women into a hard embrace, kissing Danielle first, then Chrissy, tongues deep and claiming. His hands roamed—one cupping Danielle’s ass, the other squeezing Chrissy’s heavy breast.

“Missed you both,” he growled.

They pulled him into the bedroom. Danielle and Chrissy worked together, stripping his suit piece by piece. When his cock sprang free—thick, veined, already half-hard and growing—Chrissy dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth without hesitation. She had missed the weight of him on her tongue, the salty taste of his precum, the way he groaned when she hollowed her cheeks and took him deep.

Danielle knelt beside her and licked his balls while Chrissy sucked. They traded, Danielle deep-throating him while Chrissy licked the shaft, then both of them kissing around the head, tongues swirling together over the sensitive crown.

Dad’s hand tangled in their hair. “Fuck, that’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock.”

They got him rock-hard and leaking. Danielle climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass up, and looked back over her shoulder. “I need it first. I’ve been empty all day.”

Dad moved behind her, rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her dripping slit, then pushed in with one long stroke. Danielle cried out as he filled her. He fucked her in deep, steady thrusts, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Chrissy knelt in front of Danielle and fed her tits into the blonde’s mouth. Danielle sucked greedily while Dad pounded her from behind.

“Harder,” Danielle begged around a mouthful of breast. “Breed me, Daddy. Fill me up.”

Chrissy’s eyes flicked to her father’s face. He looked almost pained with lust. He reached around Danielle’s hip and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. Danielle came first, her pussy clamping down and milking him. Dad followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her cunt.

When he pulled out, a thick stream of white seed leaked from Danielle’s well-used hole. Chrissy leaned in and licked it, cleaning the excess from Danielle’s folds and then sucking the last drops from her father’s cock.

Dad collapsed onto the bed between them, chest heaving. Danielle curled against one side, Chrissy the other. His cock was still semi-hard, glistening with their combined juices.

“I have something to tell you both,” he said after a long moment. His hand stroked Danielle’s hip, then Chrissy’s. “I had the vasectomy reversed two weeks ago. The doctor said the numbers look good. There’s a real chance now.”

Danielle’s eyes went wide, then filled with tears of pure joy. “You mean… you just came inside me and it might actually take?”

“Yeah.” He kissed her forehead. “I wanted to surprise you. I love you. I want you to be the mother of my children. Marry me.”

Danielle launched herself at him, kissing him wildly, laughing and crying at the same time. “Yes. God, yes. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Chrissy watched them, her own cunt clenching hard. The idea of Danielle round with her father’s baby made her drip onto the sheets. And then a darker, hotter thought slid through her mind. She was mid-cycle. Fertile. She hadn’t said a word about that.

Dad’s cock twitched back to full hardness against Danielle’s thigh. Chrissy reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly. “My turn,” she said. “I’ve been waiting three and a half years for this exact cock.”

Danielle grinned and moved aside. Chrissy straddled her father, guided the thick head to her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion. The stretch was perfect—burning and perfect. She rode him with rolling hips, taking him deep on every downstroke. Danielle moved behind her, pressing her tits against Chrissy’s back, hands reaching around to pinch and roll her nipples.

“That’s it,” Danielle whispered in her ear. “Fuck your daddy. Take every inch. Let him fill that tight college pussy.”

Chrissy bounced harder, tits swaying. Dad’s hands gripped her hips and helped her slam down. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room. Danielle’s fingers slipped between them to rub Chrissy’s clit in tight circles.

“I’m close,” Chrissy gasped. “Don’t pull out. Cum in me, Daddy. Breed your daughter too.”

Dad’s eyes locked on hers. For a second something fierce and possessive flashed there. Then he groaned, thrust up hard, and flooded her cunt with thick, hot spurts. Chrissy came the moment she felt him pulsing inside her, her walls fluttering and milking every drop.

They stayed locked together until his cock softened. When she finally lifted off, a thick river of cum ran down her inner thigh. Danielle leaned in and licked it clean, then kissed Chrissy so she could taste herself mixed with their father’s seed.

The night was only beginning.

They showered together, soaping each other thoroughly, then returned to the bed still damp. Dad recovered quickly. This time Danielle rode him reverse cowgirl while Chrissy sat on his face, grinding her cum-filled pussy against his tongue. He ate her through two more orgasms while Danielle milked another load into her own cunt.

Later still, they arranged themselves in a tangle of limbs. Chrissy and Danielle sixty-nined while Dad fucked whoever’s pussy was presented to him, switching freely. He came in Danielle’s ass once, then in Chrissy’s mouth, then deep in Chrissy’s cunt again when she begged for it.

Near dawn they finally collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap. Danielle’s hand rested on her own lower belly. Chrissy’s did the same. Neither of them said it out loud, but both were thinking the same thing: next month they would know.

Dad’s arms wrapped around both of them. “Whatever happens,” he murmured, “you’re both mine. Forever.”

Chrissy pressed a kiss to his chest, then to Danielle’s soft lips. “Next,” she whispered, echoing the word Danielle had once used with such wicked promise.

Outside, the first gray light of morning touched the windows. Inside the master bedroom, three bodies slept tangled together, cunts still leaking the seed of the man who had claimed them both—daughter and best friend, lovers and soon-to-be mothers, bound by lust and the hunger to be filled again and again.

The house was quiet for a few hours. Then Danielle woke first, already wet, and quietly straddled Dad’s morning erection. She sank down and rode him slowly, eyes locked on Chrissy’s as the younger woman watched, fingers rubbing her own clit. When Danielle came, she stayed seated, keeping every drop inside. Chrissy climbed on next and took her own long, deliberate ride until she too was filled again.

By the time the sun was fully up, both women were thoroughly bred, sore, and smiling. Breakfast could wait. The real feast had only just begun, and neither of them planned to stop until the evidence of Daddy’s potent seed showed in the soft swell of their bellies.

They had all the time in the world now. And Daddy’s cock was ready for every single second of it.