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CHOERRY — The Boys (SNSD Cover) The 33rd Hanteo Music Awards, 260215

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CHOERRY · PRESSURE · 251028 THE SHOW

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Choerry x Kim Lip x male reader

word count: 15K

The hotel room door clicks shut behind Kim Lip as she steps inside, her eyes immediately scanning the space for any sign of company. Choerry sits cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through her phone. Lip's been waiting for almost two hours now. One more second and she'd probably go crazy.

"Are you alone?” Lip asks in a whisper. “Or is he still here?"

Choerry glances up, understanding immediately who Lip means. She shakes her head, setting her phone aside on the pristine white sheets. "He left already. Maybe twenty minutes ago."

Lip exhales. The tension in her shoulders doesn't ease the way it should. She runs a hand through her hair, aware of how obvious her reaction must be.

"Finally. He spent an eternity here."

Choerry's expression softens into something apologetic, defensive of you even in your absence. "He was trying to help, Lippie. He saw how I was feeling and got worried about me."

She knows Choerry is right. You've always been like that, attentive. She waves a hand, conceding the point even as she crosses the room toward the bed. "Okay, okay. I know his intentions are good. I'm not saying they aren't." Choerry tilts her head, studying Lip's face. "But for a guy to babysit an idol on his day off…?"

"That just proves he's a good friend,” Choerry clarifies. “A really good friend."

Lip sits on the edge of the bed, close enough now that their knees almost touch. The familiar ache that lives permanently in her lower abdomen pulses harder, reminding her exactly why she came here. She reaches out, fingers finding Choerry's wrist.

"Let's forget about him for a while."

When Lip leans in, Choerry meets her halfway, their lips connecting with familiarity. The kiss starts gentle, almost chaste, but within seconds it deepens into something most urgent. Choerry's hands find Lip's face, holding her there as their mouths open against each other. Lip tastes the strawberry lip balm Choerry always uses, sweet and artificial on her tongue.

They're moving without thinking, muscle memory taking over as they've done so many times before. Choerry's fingers work at the hem of Lip's oversized sweatshirt while Lip tugs at the loose t-shirt Choerry wears. Fabric slides over skin, tossed carelessly to the floor. Choerry's shorts follow, then Lip's sweatpants, until they're down to just their underwear. The air conditioning raises goosebumps across their exposed skin, but neither of them feels cold. The heat building between them burns away everything else.

Lip pushes forward, guiding Choerry backward until her back hits the mattress. Choerry goes willingly, eagerly, her dark hair spreading across the pillow. Lip's hands find the clasp of Choerry's bra, unhooking it with deft fingers.

The moment Choerry's breasts are freed, Lip's mouth is on them. She takes a nipple between her lips, sucking hard enough to make Choerry arch off the bed.

"Fuck, Lippie," she moans.

Choerry's hands fly to Lip's head, fingers tangling in her hair as she holds her there. Lip's tongue circles the hardened peak, flicking and teasing before moving to the other breast. She can feel Choerry's heartbeat racing beneath her lips, can hear the breathless gasps that fill the room. But even as pleasure shoots through Choerry's body, that deeper ache remains. The one that never leaves. The one that demands more than what they can safely give each other.

The hormones have been unbearable lately, worse than usual if that's even possible. Lip can feel her own body screaming for relief, the constant arousal that sits heavy in her core and never fully dissipates no matter how many times they do this. Choerry must feel it too because her hands are already moving, hooking fingers into the waistband of her panties.

"Don't take them off."

Lip's instruction comes out breathy as she sits up, working her own underwear to the side. Choerry follows suit, pulling the damp fabric away from her center without removing it completely. The exposure to air makes her shiver, makes the wetness coating her inner thighs feel even more obvious. Lip positions herself over Choerry, one leg sliding between hers, the other bent to give her leverage.

When their bare pussies finally press together, both of them cry out. The relief is immediate and overwhelming, like scratching an itch that's been building for hours. Lip grinds down, her swollen clit dragging against Choerry's, their slick folds sliding together in a way that makes rational thought impossible. Choerry's hips buck up to meet her, creating friction that sends sparks of pleasure through both their bodies.

"Yes, fuck, don't stop,” Choerry moans, her nails digging into Lip's thighs as she rocks against her.

Lip braces herself with one hand beside Choerry's head, the other gripping Choerry's hip to pull her closer, harder. Their bodies find a rhythm, grinding and sliding together with increasing desperation. Lip can feel Choerry's clit throbbing against hers, can feel the flood of wetness between them making every movement slicker.

The pleasure builds in waves, each one cresting higher than the last. Lip's thighs burn from the exertion but she doesn't care, can't care about anything except the feeling of Choerry's pussy pressed so intimately against hers. Choerry's moans get louder, less controlled, her whole body trembling beneath Lip's. When Choerry's back arches and she cries out, Lip feels the gush of fluid against her own cunt, and knows Choerry is coming. The knowledge pushes Lip over the edge too, her own orgasm crashing through her as she grinds down hard, prolonging both their pleasure.

Outside the room, the elevator dings as you reach Choerry's floor, the box of cupcakes balanced carefully in your hands. You had only left about half an hour ago, but seeing how tired and worn down she looked had been eating at you. The idol life is brutal, everyone knows that, but lately Choerry seems to be taking the worst of it. You blame the schedule, the lack of proper rest and nutrition that comes with constant promotions and practice. Then you remembered that Choerry loves sweets, and some cupcakes might cheer her up a bit.

Your shoes are quiet on the carpeted hallway as you approach her door. You're still thinking about whether you should have gotten the vanilla ones too, maybe she's tired of chocolate, maybe you should have asked first. The thoughts occupy enough of your attention that you don't think to knock. You were literally just here twenty minutes ago. It's not like she's doing anything special. Your hand turns the handle and pushes the door open.

The scene that greets you makes your body freeze.

Kim Lip and Choerry are on the bed, mostly naked save for underwear pulled hastily to the side. Their bodies are pressed together in a way that leaves absolutely no room for misinterpretation. They're scissoring, their pussies grinding against each other as they move. The sounds they're making, breathy and desperate, cut off the instant the door opens. Three pairs of eyes lock together.

The color drains from both their faces so fast you'd think they'd seen a ghost. Choerry's mouth falls open but no sound comes out. Lip's eyes go wide, her whole body going rigid. For a moment that stretches into eternity, nobody moves. Nobody breathes. The only sound is the air conditioning humming in the background.

Your throat works as you swallow hard, your own face burning with heat that spreads from your cheeks down your neck. Your mouth opens and the words tumble out on autopilot.

"I'm sorry, I'll come back another time."

You're already turning, already trying to process what the fuck you just walked in on, when Choerry makes a small desperate sound. She looks at Lip with panic in her eyes, her hands still frozen where they'd been gripping Lip's thigh. They're both scrambling now, adjusting their underwear back into place with shaking hands, trying to cover themselves even though it's far too late for that.

"Do something." Choerry's murmur is barely audible but you catch it anyway. You're halfway out the door when Lip says:

"Come back here. Now!"

Her voice stops you in your tracks. You turn around slowly. Both of them are sitting up now, their clothing situation only marginally more decent than before. Choerry looks between you and Lip. You have to say something before things get even worse.

“Look, I am so, so sorry, I swear—I just wanted to drop these off for Choerry, she wasn’t feeling great and I figured, like, cupcakes make everything better, right? God, I’m not—I’m not like spying on you guys or anything, I just—” You’re babbling, your brain is melting, you’re not even promising to keep their secret because it doesn’t even cross your mind they might worry about that; you can’t see straight past the embarrassment.

You're still talking a lot of nonsense when Lip finally cuts you off: “Will you shut up for a second?”

Your mouth snaps closed. You can’t meet her eyes. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

Lip sighs, a hand in her hair - she’s annoyed, but she doesn’t look angry. “Okay. Just... chill out, alright?”

Choerry tries to give you a smile, but it comes out nervous. “Listen. There’s actually, um. An explanation for all of this.”

You’re shaking your head already, just desperate not to make them feel any worse. “You don’t have to. Seriously, it’s totally fine, I one hundred percent get it. You don’t owe me—”

Lip snorts and interrupts again. “Yeah, except, uh, it’s not exactly what you think.” She rubs her eyes, then looks at you dead-on. “Actually yeah, it is what you think, but it’s also messed up. Like, way more complicated.”

You swallow. “Okay.” The room is so weirdly silent besides your thumping pulse.

Choerry grabs her pillow and hugs it tight against her chest. “We have this—” her mouth twists “—hormonal disorder? We never talk about it ‘cause, seriously, it’s hell, and nobody would get it.” She glances sideways at Lip. “We’re always in heat, basically. Our ovaries, uh, never shut off. We’re producing, like, literal eggs, constantly.”

Lip’s lips twist into a bitter little smile. “That isn’t a joke. It never, ever ends. We’re… exhausted. All the time.”

“But it makes us super—” Choerry fidgets with the pillow, embarrassed “—super horny. All the time.”

“She means insatiable,” Lip says. “It doesn’t matter what we do, it never goes away. It just gets worse. If we try to hold it in, we can’t focus, we get sick—crazy headaches, fevers, sometimes I literally start crying for no fucking reason.”

“That sounds… awful. God. I’m so sorry.”

Choerry shrugs, lets out a weird little laugh. “We’re used to it by now. Sort of.” She plays with a loose strand of hair, not looking up. “There’s only one real cure, but we can’t exactly—” She shoots you this sly, almost embarrassed look.

Lip jumps in, giving you the facts. “If we want out? If we want our bodies to actually reset so we can be normal? We’d have to get pregnant. Like for real. That’s literally the only thing that’ll fix us.”

It explains… so much. All those weird days, the tears, the disappearances, how weird they got about dating or even just… holding hands. You’re staring at the carpet, everything clicking into place.

“I’m really, really sorry you’re dealing with this,” you say. You look at Choerry, who’s still hugging that pillow tight like she’s keeping herself from shaking apart. “I wish there was something I could do about it.”

Choerry and Lip look at each other, and you can see both of them tense You set the cupcakes on the table, floundering a little. You step forward and open your arms. “Come here,” you say, and pull Choerry into a hug.

She melts against you, arms coming up around your waist. She fits close, her face burying itself in your shoulder for a second, then pressing against your neck - way too long, breathing you in way too deep, her hair tickling your jaw.

You’re about to let go when Lip nudges your arm pointedly. “Hey. If you’re going to hug Choerry, you’ll have to hug me too. Otherwise, that’s like, super rude.”

You laugh, nervous, but pull Lip into your arms too, hugging her; she grabs on maybe tighter than necessary, fingers flexing into the fabric of your shirt, her face tucked a little too firmly into your shoulder. The hug goes on, and on, her breath warm through the thin fabric. She finally breaks away, looking a little dazed, looking anywhere but your face.

“Maybe I should just… go,” you say and your cheeks turn red as you realize you just hugged two girls who are wearing nothing but their underwear. Jesus, you just keep fucking everything up. “I don’t want to make everything weirder. If you guys need anything, anything at all, you just have to tell me. Seriously. I’ll help with whatever you need.”

Choerry gives you a quick, lopsided grin, her cheeks pink. “Thanks for the cupcakes.” She sounds a little breathless.

You slip out, heart pounding like crazy, replaying every second in your mind and wondering how the hell things got this intense, this fast.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Lip lets out this huge, relieved breath. “Fuck. That was—”

Choerry’s already squirming back onto the bed. “Don’t even start. I need you again right now. That… that hug? Nearly made me cum.”

Lip smirks, already pulling her panties down again. “Yeah. We are really, really screwed.”

Neither you nor they realize what you’ve really offered with that little “anything.” But in the sticky, throbby silence of the room, the idea plants itself - deep. And their bodies answer, like always, with a need that just won’t quit.

—

It starts with Choerry just a few days after that conversation, while the tour's in full swing and everyone's running on fumes and caffeine.

You're working as a production assistant with ARTMS, which basically means you do whatever needs doing - hauling equipment, coordinating with venue staff, making sure the girls have what they need between rehearsals and shows. It's chaotic and exhausting but you love it, love being part of something this big even if your role is small. You're in the middle of organizing some props backstage when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Choerry: hey can u come to my room?

You stare at the text for a second. Ever since you walked in on her and Lip, things have been... different. Not bad, different. You type back quickly.

You: sure, everything ok?

Choerry: yeah just wanna see u

The casualness of it makes your pulse kick up anyway. You finish what you're doing, tell one of the other staff you'll be back in a few, and head to the hotel wing where the members are staying. The hallway is quiet, most of the group probably resting or doing their own thing before tonight's show. You knock on Choerry's door and she opens it almost immediately, like she was waiting right there.

She's wearing short shorts, the kind that show off most of her thighs, and an oversized hoodie that slips off one shoulder. Her hair is down, still a little damp like she just showered. She smells like vanilla body wash

"Hey," she says, stepping back to let you in. Her smile is bright but there's something underneath it, something nervous or excited or both.

You step inside and the door clicks shut behind you. "So what's up? You need anything?"

She shakes her head, then pauses, biting her lip. "Actually, yeah. I do need something." She walks further into the room, her bare feet silent on the carpet. "I need a favor."

"Okay," you say slowly, watching her. "What kind of favor?"

"I need you to make me cum."

For a second you just stand there, convinced you misheard. "What?"

"You heard me." She's not smiling anymore. Her expression is dead serious, almost pleading. "I need you to make me cum. Please."

"Choerry, I... you can't just..."

"I'm serious." She takes a step closer. "I know it sounds crazy but I'm going insane. Lip helped earlier but it's not enough, it's never enough, and I just… I need something different."

You're shaking your head, trying to think past the sudden rush of blood in your veins. "Use a vibrator or something. There are toys, you don't need me to..."

"It won't help. Trust me, I've tried everything. Toys don't do it anymore. I need something real, something better."

"Then get Lippie again," you say, even though your body is screaming at you to stop talking, to just give her what she wants.

"I want something new." She's right in front of you now, close enough that you can see the flush on her cheeks, the way her pupils are blown wide. "I want you."

Your throat is so fucking dry it hurts. "Choerry..."

"It'll be quick," she says. "I promise, just... please. Don't you think I'm pretty?"

The question catches you off guard. Then you look at her. The delicate lines of her face, those big dark eyes framed by her bangs, the way her lips are parted just slightly. Her body is toned, curves in all the right places, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her hoodie. She's not just pretty. She's gorgeous, and you'd have to be dead not to notice.

"You're beautiful," you say honestly. "That's not the problem."

She sits down on the edge of the bed, and then she spreads her legs, leaning back on her hands. The movement makes her shorts ride up even higher, and you can see a damp spot on the gray fabric between her thighs.

"Just try it," she says softly. "Please. Just suck me until I cum. I'll feel so much better, I promise. It hurts so bad right now."

You should leave. You should walk out that door and pretend this conversation never happened. But your feet are moving before your brain catches up, carrying you closer to the bed.

"Just this once," you hear yourself say. “Just because you need... help.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." She sounds triumphant as hell.

Choerry hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down her legs, tossing them aside. Her panties are pale pink and soaked through, clinging to the shape of her pussy. You kneel between her legs, your hands shaking slightly as you reach for the elastic of her panties. When you pull them down, she lifts her hips to help, and then she's bare in front of you. Her pussy is perfect, swollen and glistening, her inner lips flushed dark pink. The scent of her arousal hits you hard, sweet and musky.

"This is insane," you mutter. “I can't believe I'm actually going to do this.”

"Oh please." Choerry's laugh is breathy. "You're acting like you're not dying to do this."

"Shut up," you tell her, and lean in.

The first taste of her makes your eyes close. She's incredibly wet, her arousal coating your tongue as you lick a slow stripe up her slit. She gasps above you, her thighs twitching on either side of your head. You do it again, this time letting your tongue dip between her folds, exploring the soft heat of her. She tastes slightly tangy, slightly sweet.

"Oh fuck, yes," Choerry moans, her hand coming down to rest on top of your head. "Just like that, oh my god."

You seal your lips around her clit and suck gently, and her whole body jerks. Her fingers tangle in your hair. You work her with your tongue, alternating between broad flat licks and focused attention on her clit, learning what makes her moan louder, what makes her hips roll forward seeking more.

She's so wet that it's dripping down your chin, coating your lips. Every time you pull back for air, you can see more arousal leaking from her entrance, her body producing it endlessly. It's exactly like she said, like her body is stuck in overdrive and can't turn off.

"Thank you," she gasps between moans. "Fuck, thank you, this feels so good."

Her free hand comes up to squeeze her own breast through her hoodie, kneading the flesh roughly. She starts grinding against your face, using your mouth for her pleasure, and you let her, holding her thighs and letting her take what she needs. Your cock is rock hard in your pants, straining painfully against the zipper, but you ignore it. This isn't about you.

"You know," she pants, "if you wanted to fuck me, you could. Right now. Just pull your cock out and push it inside, I'm so ready for it."

You pull back just enough to speak, your lips still brushing her wet flesh. "I'm not going to do that."

"Why not?" She grinds harder, smearing her wetness across your mouth and chin. "I want it so bad. Want you to fuck me until you cum deep inside, fill my pussy up, breed me like I need..."

The dirty talk sends a jolt straight to your cock but you force yourself to focus. You know what she's doing, know that breeding talk gets her off, that her condition makes her desperate for it even though it would ruin everything. You're not going to be the one to do that to her, no matter how much your body is screaming at you to take her up on the offer.

Instead you double down, sucking her clit hard while you work two fingers inside her. She's so wet that they slide in with no resistance, her walls clenching around them immediately. You curl them up, searching for that spot that'll make her see stars, and when you find it she nearly screams.

"Right there, oh fuck, right there, don't stop!"

You don't. You work that spot with your fingers while your tongue flicks rapidly over her clit, giving her everything you've got. Her thighs start trembling, squeezing against your head, and her moans get higher and more desperate.

"Gonna cum," she whimpers. "Gonna cum so hard, please please please..."

You feel it building in her body, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, and then she breaks. Her pussy clenches hard around your fingers, pulsing rhythmically as her orgasm crashes through her. She's gushing, soaking your hand and your face, her whole body shaking with the force of it. You work her through it, gentler now, until she's whimpering and pushing at your head because it's too much.

When you pull back, your face is a mess. Your chin and lips are drenched, your fingers pruned from her wetness. Choerry is sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, her skin flushed pink all the way down her neck. She looks absolutely wrecked, her eyes unfocused and hazy.

"That was so good," she breathes. "Holy shit."

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to steady your own breathing. Your cock is still achingly hard, but you ignore it. "Don't get used to it," you tell her.

She lifts her head just enough to look at you, and the smile she gives you is pure satisfaction. "Too late, darling," she says simply.

You stand up on shaky legs, adjusting yourself as discreetly as possible. "I should go. You've got a show tonight."

"Yeah." She doesn't move from where she's lying, just watches you with those beautiful dark eyes. "Thanks. Really."

You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything else, and leave before you can do something stupid like climb on top of her and give her exactly what she was begging for.

—

You knew this was coming eventually, but you didn't think it would happen this fast.

You're in one of the smaller storage rooms backstage, double checking inventory on some equipment that needs to be packed up after tonight's show. It's tedious work but it keeps your mind busy, keeps you from replaying the feeling of Choerry's pussy on your tongue for the hundredth time today.

The door clicks shut behind you and you turn around to find Kim Lip standing there, her hand still on the handle. She looks pissed.

“Finally,” she says, sounding exhausted. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” And there it is, the reason why.

You set down the clipboard you were holding. "You were looking for me?"

"Obviously." She crosses her arms over her chest, and yeah, she's definitely angry. "I know what you did with Choerry."

"Look, she asked me to, I didn't just..."

Lip cuts you off, taking a step closer. "Did you even think about doing the same for me? Or did that just not cross your mind? I'm dealing with the exact same shit she is. The exact same condition. But somehow she's the one who gets your attention."

"That's not..." You're fumbling for words, trying to explain something you don't even fully understand yourself. "It wasn't like that, she just..."

"Sometimes I think you like her more than me." She takes another step closer to you, practically trapping you in this small room. "I mean, you're always checking on her, bringing her food, and now you're getting her off too apparently."

"Lip, that's not fair, I..."

"Shut up." Her hand comes up, one finger pointing at you. "Just shut up and help me."

"Help you? How?"

"With your dick,” she says bluntly. "What else would I mean?"

"I can't," you say immediately. "You guys explained it to me. The pregnancy risk. Penetration is off the table, you said that yourself."

She lets out a frustrated sigh, her hands going to her hips. "I know that. I'm not asking you to fuck me." There's a pause. Then: "Just... anything else will work. You don't have to actually put it inside me. Just rub it against me or something. I don't care. I just need something. It'll be quick. I'm really horny.”

"Are you sure about this?"

She's already reaching for the button of her jeans, popping it open with quick fingers. "Does it look like I'm not sure?" The zipper comes down next, and she shoves the denim down her thighs without ceremony. Her panties are black lace, and even from here you can see the damp spot darkening the fabric between her legs. She stays like that for just a few seconds before finally pulling down her panties as well.

"Do the same," she tells you, nodding at your pants.

Your hands move on autopilot, undoing your belt and shoving your pants and boxers down just enough to free your cock. It's already half hard just from the situation. The moment it's out, Lip's eyes lock onto it and she lets out this soft, wounded sound.

"Fuck," she breathes. "I've always wanted a dick inside me. Just once. Do you have any idea how much it sucks knowing I can't?"

She reaches out and wraps her fingers around your shaft, her touch tentative at first, exploratory. You suck in a breath as she strokes you slowly, experimentally, watching the way your cock hardens fully in her grip. Her hand is softer than yours, her touch lighter, and it feels incredible. She works you for a moment, her thumb swiping over the head and smearing the bead of precum that's gathered there.

"Come here," she says, letting go and stepping closer to you. "This is going to be a little awkward but it'll work."

You move into her space, and she guides you with her hands, positioning your cock between her thighs. You're both still standing, her legs pressed together with your shaft trapped between them. Her pussy is right above your cock, not touching but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her.

"Okay," she says. You notice that her breath is a little shaky. "Move."

You do, pulling your hips back and then pushing forward, sliding your cock between the tight press of her thighs. The friction is insane, warm and slick because she's so wet that it's dripping down her legs, coating your shaft. You groan, your hands coming up to grip her hips for balance, and she makes this needy little whimpering sound.

"That's it," she gasps. "Keep going."

You find a rhythm, fucking her thighs in slow, deep strokes. Every time you push forward, the head of your cock bumps against her pussy lips, dragging through her wetness, and it makes both of you shudder. It's not penetration but it's close, intimate in a way that feels almost more intense because of the restraint required. Her hands come up to clutch at your shoulders and then she's kissing you, her mouth hot and desperate against yours.

The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, all tongue and teeth and panting breaths. You kiss her back with everything you have, one hand sliding from her hip to grab a handful of her ass. She moans into your mouth and presses closer, changing the angle so that your cock is rubbing more directly against her clit with every thrust.

"Oh god, yes," she whimpers against your lips. "Just like that, don't stop."

You squeeze her ass harder, kneading the firm muscle and using your grip to pull her tighter against you. Your cock is sliding through her folds now with every stroke, getting coated in her arousal, the wet sounds of it obscene in the quiet of the storage room. She's so slick that there's no resistance at all, just perfect slippery friction that's driving you both crazy.

Lip breaks the kiss to gasp for air, her forehead pressed against yours. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth open as she pants. "Feels so good," she slurs. "So fucking good, I needed this so bad."

You can feel her trembling against you, her whole body wound tight with tension. You adjust your angle slightly, making sure your cock is hitting her clit on every pass, and her nails dig into your shoulders hard enough to hurt even through your shirt.

"Close," she whimpers. "I'm so close, please don't stop, please..."

You wouldn't stop now if someone walked in. You're too far gone, too consumed by the feeling of her wet pussy sliding against your cock, the taste of her still on your tongue from her kiss, the desperate little sounds she's making. You fuck her thighs harder, faster, chasing her pleasure and ignoring the way your own orgasm is building at the base of your spine.

When she cums it's with a full body shudder that nearly knocks you both over. Her pussy clenches and pulses against your cock, gushing fluid that runs down both her legs and yours, soaking everything. She buries her face in your neck to muffle her cry, her teeth grazing your skin. You hold her through it, your movements slowing but not stopping, dragging out her pleasure as long as possible.

"Fuck," she gasps when she can finally speak again. "Fuck, that was..."

"Yeah," you agree, because you don't have better words either.

You're still rock hard between her thighs, your cock throbbing with the need to cum. She must feel it because she shifts slightly, pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies.

"You're close too," she observes, and it's not a question.

"I'm fine," you lie, even though your whole body is screaming for release.

She reaches down and wraps her hand around your cock again, stroking you slowly. The slide is easy with how wet you are from her, and you groan despite yourself. "Cum on my legs," she says softly. "Go ahead. You earned it."

You obey, because there’s simply no way not to. You let go of her ass and wrap your own hand around your cock, jacking yourself fast and rough while she watches. It only takes a few strokes before you're cumming hard, your release shooting out in thick ropes that paint her thighs and drip down her legs. She doesn't flinch away, just stands there and lets you mark her.

When you're finally done, both of you are breathing hard and covered in each other's fluids. Lip looks down at herself, at your cum dripping down her legs, mixing with her own wetness, and she doesn't look disgusted or regretful. She just looks satisfied.

"I'm not cleaning up," she says after a moment, looking down at her cum-covered legs with something like wonder. "Not yet, anyway." Her fingers trail through the sticky mess coating her thighs, spreading it slightly. "This is my first time feeling hot cum on my skin like this. I want to enjoy it for a bit."

She pulls her panties and jeans back up carefully, the fabric sticking slightly to the cum still coating her legs, and buttons them with steady fingers. You do the same with your own clothes.

"That was really good," she says once you're both decent again. She meets your eyes, and her expression is softer now. "Thank you. You're a really good friend."

The word friend sounds hollow now. But you don’t call her out on it. "Anytime," you say, and then immediately want to take it back because that sounds like an invitation for this to become a regular thing.

Lip smirks like she knows exactly what you're thinking. "I'll hold you to that." She moves past you toward the door, pausing with her hand on the handle. "And hey. For the record? I don't actually think you like Choerry more than me. I was just..." She trails off, looking uncertain for the first time since she barged in here.

"I know," you tell her. "It's okay."

She nods, gives you one last lingering look, and then she's gone, slipping out into the hallway and leaving you alone with the evidence of what you just did and the growing certainty that this situation is spiraling completely out of your control.

—

It becomes constant after that, a rhythm you all fall into without ever actually discussing it.

Throughout the rest of the tour, one of them finds you almost daily. Sometimes it's Choerry dragging you into a bathroom between sound checks, sometimes it's Lip cornering you in the tour bus when everyone else is asleep. They get creative with it, learning exactly what works, what gets them off fastest when time is limited. You use every part of your body to satisfy them, and they use every part of theirs on you.

Choerry discovers she can get off just from grinding on your thigh, straddling your leg while you're both still mostly clothed and riding it until she soaks through her shorts. She does it in a venue hallway once, twenty minutes before showtime, her face buried in your neck to muffle her moans while staff walked past the corner you were hidden behind. When she came she bit down on your shoulder hard enough to leave marks, and you had to wear high necked shirts for a week to hide them.

Lip figures out that she loves your fingers, loves the way you can curl them inside her and hit that spot that makes her see stars. She starts seeking you out specifically for that, pulling you into empty dressing rooms and spreading her legs without preamble. "Don't tease," she'll say, already breathless before you've even touched her. "Just make me cum." And you do, finger fucking her hard and fast while your thumb works her clit, watching her gorgeous face twist with pleasure as she falls apart. She squirts almost every time, soaking your hand and whatever surface she's sitting on, and she never looks embarrassed about it anymore.

They both become addicted to your mouth. Choerry likes it rough, your face buried between her legs while she grinds against you and pulls your hair. Lip likes it slower, building her up until she's shaking and begging before you finally let her cum. You learn their bodies better than you know your own, learn exactly how much pressure to use, exactly when to speed up or slow down, exactly what filthy things to say that will push them over the edge.

You use your cock too, but never inside them. Choerry loves titfucks, pushing her breasts together around your shaft and watching you fuck them until you cum all over her chest and neck. Lip discovers she can get off just from feeling your cock sliding between her ass cheeks, the pressure against her rim and the friction against her pussy beneath making her cum so hard she nearly blacks out. You rub yourself against every part of them, their thighs, their stomachs, their feet when they're feeling particularly desperate. Choerry gives you a footjob once that's so unexpectedly hot you cum in under five minutes, and she looks unreasonably proud of herself after.

The good thing is it really works. You can see the difference in them after they cum, the way the tension bleeds out of their bodies, the way they can actually focus and smile and be present instead of being consumed by that constant aching need. They're noticeably more satisfied, more like themselves, and that makes you feel good. Makes you feel useful, like you're actually helping instead of just enabling something dangerous.

But somewhere along the way, something shifts. The relationship between the three of you changes in ways that are hard to explain, subtle but undeniable. It stops feeling like you're just helping friends in need and starts feeling like... something else. You start thinking about them constantly when they're not around, start getting hard at random times just from remembering the sounds they make. You catch yourself looking for them in crowds, your heart rate picking up when you spot one of them across a room.

And the breeding talk. God, the breeding talk. Choerry never stops doing it, gets more graphic with it as time goes on. "Want you to knock me up," she'll gasp while you're fingering her. "Want your cum in my womb, want you to get me pregnant, breed me, fuck a baby into me." At first you told her to stop, that it wasn't helping, but she was right when she said it had gotten into your head. Because now you think about it too. Imagine what it would feel like to actually fuck her, to push inside that tight wet heat and fill her up the way her body is screaming for. Imagine her belly swelling with your baby, her breasts getting fuller, her whole body changing because of what you put inside her.

It stops being just her fantasy and becomes yours too, and that scares the shit out of you.

Lip is more subtle about it but you catch hints of the same obsession. "Bet you'd feel so good inside me," she'll whisper against your ear while she's stroking your cock. "Bet you'd fill me up so perfectly." She'll position your cock right at her entrance sometimes when you're between her thighs, not pushing it in but just letting the head press against her opening, teasing you both with what you can't have. "Just the tip," she'll suggest, breathless and desperate. "Just for a second. I won't let you go deeper." But you both know that's a lie, know that the second you breach her you won't be able to stop, so you never let yourself start.

It feels like you're all addicted, all three of you, caught in this feedback loop where satisfying the need just creates more need. You're not helping them anymore. You're just as trapped as they are.

When the tour finally ends, you think maybe you'll get a break. Some distance to clear your head and remember what normal feels like. You go back to your apartment and try to settle into regular life, but it feels hollow and boring. You jerk off three times a day thinking about them and it's never enough. Your whole body feels like it's waiting for something.

A week passes. Then one evening there's a knock on your door, and when you open it, Choerry is standing there.

She's wearing a sundress, blue and flowy and innocent looking except for the way it hugs her curves. Her hair is down, slightly messy like she's been running her hands through it.

"Hey," she says, and her voice is a little breathless like she ran up the stairs.

"Choerry." You're frozen in the doorway, your brain trying to catch up with the fact that she's here, at your apartment, without warning. "What are you..."

"I miss you," she says simply. She takes a step closer, into your space, and you can smell her perfume. "I've been going crazy this past week. I tried to handle it myself but it's not the same. Nothing feels as good as you."

You should close the door. But you just stand there while she pushes past you into your apartment, looking around, acting with a nonchalance that simply doesn't fit the moment.

"Choerry, you can't just..."

She turns to face you. "I'm tired of resisting," she says. "I need you to really fuck me. Not just the half measures we've been doing. I need your cock inside me."

"That's a terrible idea. You know what'll happen."

"I'll get pregnant. Yeah, I know." She says it so casually that it unsettles you a little. "That's the whole point. That's what my body needs to finally be normal again."

"Your career," you start, but she cuts you off.

"I'm taking a break. I'll figure out how to manage things as they come. Make up some excuse or just... I don't know, I'll deal with it." She moves closer again, reaching out to touch your chest. "But right now, I need you. Would you do that for me? Please?"

You should think about the consequences, about what this will mean for her future, for all your futures. But she's right that the breeding talk has gotten into your head, that you've been obsessing over this exact scenario for weeks now. And standing here with her looking up at you with those desperate, pleading eyes, you can't remember a single reason why you should resist.

"Yeah," you hear yourself say. "Yeah, okay."

The smile that breaks across her face is radiant, pure joy and relief. "Thank god," she breathes. "I was so worried you'd say no." She grabs your hand, tugging you toward the hallway. "Take me to your room. I've been horny all day thinking about this. Already came twice this morning just imagining you finally fucking me for real."

You let her pull you down the hall to your bedroom. She's really here. You're really going to do this. You're going to fuck Choerry, breed her like she's been begging for, get her pregnant and change both your lives forever.

When you reach your room she turns to you, her fingers find the straps of her sundress and she slides them down her shoulders slowly, letting the fabric pool at her feet. Underneath she's wearing a matching set, pale pink lace that contrasts beautifully with her skin. Her bra pushes her breasts up, creating cleavage that makes your mouth water, and her panties are already visibly damp at the crotch. She's so fucking beautiful standing there that for a moment you just stare.

"Your turn," she says, and there's a hint of impatience in her voice that snaps you out of it.

You strip faster than you ever have in your life, yanking your shirt over your head and shoving your pants down your legs. Your boxers tent obscenely with how hard you are, and when you see Choerry's eyes drop to your crotch and her tongue dart out to wet her lips, it makes your cock throb. You're both standing there in just underwear now.

She crosses the distance between you and crashes her mouth against yours, kissing you with bruising intensity. Her hands are everywhere, sliding over your chest and shoulders, mapping the muscles there like she's trying to memorize you through touch. You kiss her back just as desperately, your tongue pushing into her mouth to taste her properly.

Your hands find her waist and you walk her backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress she sits, then lies back, and you follow her down. Your body covers hers, skin against skin except for the thin barriers of fabric still between you. She wraps her legs around your waist instinctively, pulling you closer, and the heat of her pussy radiates through both your underwear to press against your cock.

You need her naked. Need to see all of her, touch all of her. Your hands slide up her sides to the band of her bra and you try to find the clasp, but your fingers are shaking and clumsy with need. Fuck it. You grab the fabric between her breasts and pull hard, the sound of ripping lace loud in the quiet of your room. The cups fall away and her breasts bounce free, perfect handfuls topped with hard pink nipples.

"Jesus," she gasps, but she's smiling. "Impatient much?"

"You have no idea," you mutter, and lean down to kiss her neck.

Her skin is soft under your lips, the pulse point beating rapidly. You suck hard enough to leave a mark, then move lower, trailing kisses down her throat and across her collarbone. She arches beneath you, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair. When you finally reach her breast and take the nipple into your mouth, she lets out this beautiful broken moan that goes straight to your cock.

You suck hard, your tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, and her whole body responds. Her hips start moving beneath you, grinding her pussy against the hard length of your cock through your underwear. The friction is maddening, not enough but too much at the same time. You switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and her grinding gets more insistent.

"God, you're so good at that," she sighs, her fingers tightening in your hair. "You're the best friend in the world, you know that? Taking such good care of me."

The word friend should feel wrong given what you're about to do, but somehow it makes it hotter. You're going to fuck your friend, breed your friend, get her pregnant because she needs it and you need it and nothing else matters anymore. You release her nipple with a wet pop and sit up, hooking your fingers in the waistband of her panties.

"Lift up," you tell her, and she does, raising her hips so you can slide the soaked fabric down her legs.

Her pussy is bare and glistening, her inner lips swollen and flushed dark pink. You can see how wet she is, arousal coating her thighs and dripping down to her ass. She spreads her legs wider without being asked, shameless and eager, presenting herself to you.

"Your turn," she says breathlessly, her eyes fixed on your crotch.

You stand just long enough to shove your boxers down, your cock springing free and bobbing in front of you. It's achingly hard, the head flushed dark and leaking precum. Choerry's eyes go wide and hungry.

You climb back onto the bed and grab both her legs behind the knees, spreading them wide and pushing them up toward her chest. The position opens her completely, her pussy on full display, her entrance visibly clenching around nothing. You position yourself between her thighs, one hand wrapping around your cock to guide it. When you press the head against her entrance, she's so wet that it slides against her without catching.

You adjust your angle and push forward, slow and steady, and the head of your cock breaches her. The sensation is overwhelming, tight and hot and slick, her walls gripping you like a fist. Choerry's eyes literally roll back in her head, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp.

"Oh fuck," she finally manages. "Perfect. You're perfect."

You sink deeper, inch by inch, watching your cock disappear into her body. She's so tight that you have to work for it, pulling back slightly before pushing in deeper with each stroke. Her pussy stretches around you, taking you so well, and the feeling is like nothing you've experienced. Every nerve ending in your cock is firing, pleasure racing up your spine.

"I waited so long for this," Choerry whimpers, her hands clutching at the sheets. "So fucking long."

When you finally bottom out, your hips flush against hers, both of you groan. You can feel her everywhere, her walls pulsing around your length, so full of you that there's no space left. You stay there for a moment, buried to the hilt inside your friend, and just breathe.

"Start fucking me," she says. "Please, before I cry from how good this feels. Just fuck me."

You obey, pulling back until just the head remains inside her, then pushing back in with one smooth stroke. Her pussy is so slick that the glide is effortless, and the friction is perfect. You do it again, establishing a rhythm, slow and deep, making sure she feels every inch of you.

"Yes, just like that," she moans, her legs still spread wide in your grip. "God, your cock feels so good."

You watch where you're joined, watching your cock slide in and out of her, coated in her arousal. It's obscene and beautiful, the way her pussy grips you, the way her lips drag along your shaft. You can see her clit peeking out from its hood, swollen and begging for attention, but you ignore it for now. Just focus on the feeling of being inside her, of finally giving her what she needs.

"Harder," she gasps. "You don't have to be gentle. I need it."

You adjust your grip on her legs and pick up the pace, driving into her with more force. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, and you can't look away from them, mesmerized by the way they move.

"Touch them," she says, noticing where your attention is. "Play with my tits while you fuck me."

You shift your weight, still holding one of her legs up while your free hand goes to her breast. You palm it roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, then pinch her nipple between your fingers. She cries out, her pussy clenching hard around your cock in response.

"Fuck yes, just like that," she pants. "Pull on it."

You do, tugging her nipple until her back arches off the bed. Her hands come up to grab your wrist, not to stop you but to hold you there, encouraging you to be rougher. You give her what she wants, alternating between her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples while you fuck her steadily.

"You have no idea how many times I've gotten off thinking about this," Choerry admits between moans. "Every time you ate me out, every time I felt your cock between my thighs, all I could think about was this. Your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up."

Her dirty talk sends a jolt of arousal through you. "Yeah?"

"God yes. I'd go back to my room after and finger myself, pretending it was you. But my fingers are so much smaller, they never felt as good as this." She looks up at you with hazy eyes. "Nothing's ever felt as good as your cock."

You thrust harder, deeper, and she gasps. "You like that?"

"I love it," she whimpers. "Love feeling you so deep inside me. Can you feel how wet I am? That's all for you. My pussy's been dripping all day knowing I was finally going to get fucked."

You release her leg and let both of them wrap around your waist, changing the angle so you can lean down and kiss her. She kisses back messily, all tongue and teeth, her hands sliding up your back and digging her nails in. You fuck her through the kiss, your hips driving forward in steady rhythm, and she moans into your mouth.

"Touch my clit," she gasps against your lips. "Please, I need it."

You slide one hand between your bodies, finding the swollen bud and circling it with your fingers. She jerks beneath you, her pussy clenching hard.

"Oh shit, yes, right there."

You rub her clit in time with your thrusts, building a rhythm that has her writhing beneath you. Her nails dig harder into your back, probably leaving marks, but you don't care. All you care about is the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around your cock and the gorgeous sounds she's making.

"You're taking me so well," you tell her, and her eyes flutter. "Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this."

"I'm your good girl," she agrees breathlessly. "Your good girl who needs to be bred.”

You pick up your pace, your hips snapping forward faster now, driving your cock into her with increasing force. The change makes Choerry's eyes go wide, her mouth dropping open as she tries to process the new intensity. Her legs tighten around your waist, heels digging into your lower back, urging you deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.

"Oh my god," she gasps. "Oh my god, that's so good, don't stop."

You fuck her harder, faster, the bed starting to creak beneath you with the force of your movements. Her breasts bounce wildly with each thrust, and you can feel the way her pussy is gripping you tighter now, her walls fluttering around your length in a way that feels incredible. Sweat is building on both your bodies, making your skin slide together.

"More," she begs, her nails raking down your back. "Give me more, I can take it."

You brace yourself better, one hand pressing into the mattress beside her head, and really start pounding into her. The angle lets you go deep, the head of your cock hitting something inside her that makes her practically scream. Her whole body jerks with each thrust, and she's making these desperate little whimpering sounds that drive you crazy.

"Right there," she cries. "Fuck, right there, keep hitting that spot!"

You do, aiming for that same angle with every stroke, and watching her fall apart beneath you. Her face is flushed pink, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open as she pants and moans. She looks wrecked already, completely undone, and you're not even close to finished with her.

Your hand slides between your bodies again, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles around it. The added stimulation makes her buck underneath you, her hips lifting off the bed to meet your thrusts.

"Holy shit," she gasps. "I can't... that's too much."

"You can take it," you tell her, not letting up on either the pace of your thrusts or the pressure on her clit. "You wanted this, remember? Wanted me to fuck you properly."

"Yes," she whimpers. "Yes, I did, I do, it's just so fucking good."

Her pussy is absolutely drenched now, arousal running down between her ass cheeks and soaking the sheets beneath her. Every thrust makes wet obscene sounds, and you can feel how slippery she is, coating your cock and your balls. The wetness makes everything feel even more intense, every slide of your cock into her velvet heat sending sparks up your spine.

"Tell me how it feels," you demand, rubbing her clit faster.

"Perfect," she moans. "Your cock feels perfect inside me. So thick, stretching me so good, filling me up exactly how I need." Her words are starting to slur together, like she's getting drunk on the pleasure. "I'm so full of you, can feel you everywhere, so deep inside me."

You can tell she's getting worked up, her breathing getting more ragged, her moans getting louder. Her pussy is pulsing around you in irregular rhythms now, squeezing and releasing your cock in ways that feel amazing. You keep the same brutal pace, fucking her hard and deep while your fingers work her clit relentlessly.

"This is what you needed, isn't it?" you say, and her eyes flutter open to meet yours. "Needed to be fucked like this, needed a cock inside you instead of just fingers and tongues."

"Yes," she practically sobs. "Needed it so bad, needed you so bad."

"Been thinking about breeding you," you admit. "Every time you begged for it, every time you talked about wanting my cum in your womb, I thought about it. Thought about fucking you just like this and filling you up."

Her pussy clenches hard around you, and her eyes go unfocused. "Say it again," she whimpers.

"Want to breed you," you tell her, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Want to pump you full of cum and get you pregnant, want to see your belly swell with my baby."

"Oh fuck," she cries, her whole body starting to tremble. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna... you're gonna make me..."

You can feel it building in her, the way her muscles are tensing, the way her pussy is getting impossibly tighter around your cock. You rub her clit even faster, harder, chasing her orgasm with single minded focus.

"Come for me," you order. "Come on my cock, Choerry. Show me how good it feels."

Her back arches sharply, her head thrown back against the pillow, and then she's coming. Her pussy clamps down on your cock like a vice, pulsing and spasming around you with incredible force. But it's not just that. Fluid gushes from her, squirting around your cock and spraying across your thighs and stomach, soaking everything. She's screaming, actual words lost in the intensity of her release, her body convulsing beneath you.

You don't stop fucking her through it. You keep thrusting, keep rubbing her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. She keeps squirting, wave after wave of it, the bed beneath her completely drenched. Her hands scrabble at your back, at the sheets, looking for something to anchor herself to as pleasure overwhelms her.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she chants when she can finally form words again, her body still shaking with aftershocks.

You slow your thrusts but don't stop, letting her ride out the last tremors of her orgasm. When she finally stops squirting and goes limp beneath you, you pull your hand away from her oversensitive clit. She's breathing so hard she sounds like she just ran a marathon, her chest heaving and her skin glistening with sweat.

"Holy shit," she pants, staring up at you with dazed eyes. "I've never... I've never had an orgasm like that before. Never."

You're still hard inside her, your cock throbbing with need. "We're not done yet," you tell her, pulling out slowly.

She whimpers at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing now. You can see how swollen and red she is, how thoroughly fucked she looks, and it makes your cock twitch.

"Get on all fours for me," you say.

For a second she just lies there, looking like she's not sure she can move. Then she takes a shaky breath and nods, rolling over onto her stomach before pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. The position puts her ass in the air, and you can see her pussy from behind, pink and puffy and dripping with her arousal. Her inner thighs are soaked, and there's a visible trail of wetness running down her legs.

She looks back at you over her shoulder, her hair messy and her face flushed. "Like this?" she asks.

"Perfect," you tell her, moving to kneel behind her.

You run your hands over her ass, squeezing the firm muscle and spreading her cheeks slightly. She shivers under your touch, a little whimper escaping her. Your cock is still slick with her arousal, and when you line yourself up with her entrance again, it slides in easily despite how tight she is.

You can see everything from here, can watch your cock disappear into her pussy, can see the way her body accepts you. It's incredibly hot, and you have to take a moment to just breathe and appreciate the view.

"You okay?" you ask, your hands gripping her hips.

"More than okay," she breathes. "Fuck me. Please. I want more.”

You start moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, and the sound she makes is pure desperation. Doggy style hits different, lets you go so much deeper, and from the way Choerry's fingers are clutching the sheets you can tell she feels it too. You set a punishing rhythm immediately, no more warm up needed, just hard deep strokes that make her whole body jolt forward with the impact.

"Fuck yes," she moans, her head dropping down between her shoulders. "Just like that, use me, fuck me as hard as you want."

You grip her hips tighter, pulling her back onto your cock with each thrust, meeting her halfway so the impact is even more intense. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, skin slapping against skin, and underneath that the wet squelch of her pussy taking you over and over. She's still so wet from her orgasm, maybe even wetter now, and it's running down her thighs and dripping onto the sheets.

Your hands slide from her hips to her ass, grabbing both cheeks and spreading them apart. The view is obscene, your cock stretching her pussy wide, her pink walls gripping you as you pull out and then swallowing you back in when you thrust forward. You can see everything, can see the way her pussy lips drag along your shaft, can see her entrance stretched tight around your girth. Above that, her other hole is on display too, tight and puckered, and you file that away for another time because right now you're completely focused on breeding her pussy.

"You like watching?" Choerry asks breathlessly, clearly feeling the way you're spreading her open. "Like seeing your cock fuck my little pussy?"

"Love it," you admit, giving her ass a sharp slap that makes her yelp. "Love watching you take every inch."

"I'll take anything you give me," she moans, pushing back against you. "Anything you want to do to me, I'm yours."

The declaration does something to you, makes you fuck her even harder. Your fingers dig into her ass hard enough to leave marks, and you use your grip to really pound into her, chasing something primal and desperate. She takes it all, her back arching to change the angle slightly, and then she's practically squealing.

"Right there, oh fuck, you're so deep like this!"

You are deep, can feel the head of your cock hitting her cervix with every thrust, and the knowledge that you're going to flood her womb with cum, that you're going to knock her up just like she's been begging for, makes everything more intense. Your balls are slapping against her clit with each stroke, and she's getting louder, more incoherent.

"This is what I needed," she gasps between moans. "Needed your cock inside me, needed to feel you so deep, needed you to breed me like the little slut I am."

Her words are filthy, shameless, and they're driving you crazy. "Yeah?" you growl, spanking her ass again. "You're my little breeding slut?"

"Yes," she cries. "Your slut, only yours, please breed me, please put a baby in me."

You lean forward, changing the angle again, one hand reaching around to find her breast. You squeeze it roughly, pinching her nipple, and she clenches around you so hard you almost lose it right there.

"Want you to pump me full," she continues, completely lost in the fantasy now. "Want to feel your hot cum flooding my pussy, filling up my womb, getting me pregnant. That's all I've wanted for so long, just to be bred, to have your baby growing inside me."

"Gonna give it to you," you promise, your rhythm starting to falter as your own orgasm builds. "Gonna fill you up so good, make sure you're knocked up."

"Yes, yes, please," she begs. "I need it, need your cum, need you to breed me properly. Want to feel it so deep inside, want you to cum directly in my womb."

Your hand slides from her breast down her stomach to her clit, and the moment you touch it she screams. You rub tight fast circles while you fuck her, and she's shaking underneath you, her arms starting to give out.

"Gonna cum again," she whimpers. "You're gonna make me cum again, oh god, don't stop."

"Come for me," you tell her, your own control slipping. "Come on my cock while I breed you."

The combination of your fingers on her clit and your cock hammering into her is too much. Her second orgasm hits her like hard, her whole body going rigid before she starts convulsing. Her pussy spasms around your cock, milking you, and she's squirting again, though not as much as before. The feeling of her coming apart around you destroys the last of your control.

"Fuck, Choerry, I'm gonna..."

"Inside," she gasps. "Cum inside me, please, I need it!"

Your orgasm slams into you and you bury yourself as deep as possible, your cock pulsing as you start to cum. The first spurt hits her cervix directly, and you can feel the pressure of it, the way your cum floods her womb. You keep coming, rope after rope of thick hot cum pumping into her, more than you've ever cum before. It feels endless, your balls emptying completely inside her, giving her exactly what her body has been screaming for.

"Oh my god," Choerry moans. "I can feel it, it's so hot, you're filling me up so much."

You are filling her up, can feel your cum leaking out around your cock because there's so much of it and nowhere for it to go. You stay buried inside her through the aftershocks, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. When you finally stop cumming you're lightheaded, breathing hard, still processing what you just did.

Choerry collapses forward onto the bed, and your softening cock slips out of her with a wet sound. Immediately cum starts leaking from her pussy, running down her thighs in thick white streams. She doesn't move to clean it up, just lies there face down with her ass still slightly elevated, letting your cum drip out of her thoroughly bred pussy.

You collapse beside her, your own body spent and satisfied. "Well," you say when you can finally speak again. "There's no going back now."

She turns her head to look at you, and the smile on her face is radiant despite how wrecked she looks. "Thank you," she says softly. "Seriously. That was exactly what I needed. Better than I even imagined."

"You think you're cured now?" you ask, genuinely curious. You just pumped her full of cum, bred her exactly like the doctors said would reset her system. Does that mean it's over?

She's quiet for a moment, like she's taking internal inventory of her body. "We'll wait and see," she finally says. "But even if I'm not... even if it takes more than once..." She reaches out and touches your face. "I'm really glad it's you."

You don't know what to say to that, so you just pull her closer, and she curls into your side, still leaking your cum onto your sheets. You just bred your friend, just potentially gotten her pregnant, and the crazy thing is you don't regret it at all. If anything, you're already thinking about doing it again.

—

After that first night, everything changes, and there's no pretending otherwise.

Choerry becomes insatiable in a way that honestly scares you a little. Not because you don't want her, but because the intensity is overwhelming. Your phone buzzes constantly with messages from her, sometimes sweet and affectionate, sometimes desperately horny, always wanting more. She shows up at your apartment unannounced at least three times a week, sometimes still in her practice clothes.

"I can't focus," she'll say, already pulling her shirt over her head before you've even fully opened the door. "I need you to fuck me right now."

And you do. You fuck her against the door, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter with her shorts around her ankles. She's constantly wet for you, her body producing arousal like it's the only thing it knows how to do anymore. Sometimes you cum inside her twice in one session, your cock barely softening between rounds because she's grinding on you, kissing you, whispering filthy breeding talk in your ear until you're hard again.

The breeding clearly hasn't taken effect yet, hasn't cured her the way the doctors said it would, but if anything it seems to have made her libido even more intense. Like now that her body knows what it's like to have a cock inside her, to be filled with cum, it's demanding more of it constantly. She tracks her cycle obsessively even though she's supposedly always ovulating, texts you updates about how fertile she is, how ready her body is to be knocked up.

You spend an entire Saturday at her apartment, barely leaving her bedroom. You fuck her missionary in the morning, her legs wrapped around your waist as you pump her full of cum. She makes lunch while your cum drips down her thighs, refuses to clean it up because she likes feeling it leak out of her. By the afternoon you're taking her from behind again, her face pressed into the pillows while you breed her ass up. When you cum inside her that time, she immediately flips over and pulls her knees to her chest.

"Gotta make sure it stays in," she explains breathlessly, her pussy visibly leaking your cum even in that position. "Want every drop in my womb."

You fuck her again that evening, slower and more intimate, face to face with her legs over your shoulders. She comes twice before you finally fill her up again, and when you pull out there's so much cum inside her that it pours out in a thick stream.

"Three loads in one day," she says, sounding delighted and exhausted. "That has to be enough to knock me up, right?"

But it isn't. Her period comes a week later and she cries from frustration, from the realization that her body is still broken. Her doctor doesn’t know what’s wrong, but tells her to keep trying. You hold her while she sobs into your chest, then fuck her through the cramps because she says it helps, says your cock makes everything feel better.

The pattern continues. Some days you fuck her once, quick and desperate in a storage room at the company building, her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her moans while you breed her standing up. Other days it's multiple times, marathon sessions where you lose track of how many loads you've pumped into her. Your refractory period gets shorter and shorter, your body adapting to her constant need.

You fuck her in your bed so often that your sheets perpetually smell like sex and her perfume. You fuck her in the shower, the water running over both of you while you hold her up against the tiles and thrust into her. You fuck her on your couch while watching a movie neither of you pay attention to, her riding you slowly while you play with her tits. You even fuck her in your car once, parked in a dark corner of a parking garage, her bent over the center console while you rail her from behind.

Every time you cum inside her, she sighs with satisfaction and thanks you, tells you you're such a good friend for helping her like this. The word friend has lost all meaning at this point, but neither of you acknowledge that. You're breeding your friend, filling her with cum multiple times a day, and pretending it's still just helping out.

Almost two weeks into this new arrangement, Choerry texts you late one night.

Choerry: can you come over? i have a surprise for you

You almost say no because you're exhausted, you fucked her twice earlier today and your balls need a break. But something about the message feels different, so you grab your keys and head to her place.

When she opens the door, you immediately know something's up because of the look on her face. She's excited but also nervous, biting her lip in that way she does when she's not sure how you'll react to something.

"So," she says, stepping aside to let you in. "Don't freak out, okay?"

That's when you see Kim Lip sitting on the couch, looking anywhere but at you. She's wearing comfortable clothes, leggings and an oversized hoodie, and her hair is down. She looks beautiful and uncomfortable and like she wants to disappear into the furniture.

"Lip? What..."

"I talked to her," Choerry says quickly, closing the door behind you. "About everything. About how much the breeding helped me, even though it hasn't cured me yet. And she's been struggling so bad lately, worse than before somehow, and I convinced her to try it too."

Lip finally looks at you, her expression defensive. "It's just for today," she says defensively. "Just to see if it helps. It doesn't mean anything."

You're still processing. "You want me to..."

"Breed me," Lip finishes bluntly, her cheeks flushing. "Like you've been doing with Choerry. That's what she's been bragging about for weeks, how good it feels, how much it helps even temporarily." She crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm not saying it's going to be a regular thing. This is just... an experiment."

Choerry bounces on her toes, clearly thrilled this is happening. "I told her how amazing you are, how good you make me feel. She needs it too, you can see how she's suffering."

You look at Lip properly and yeah, you can see it. The dark circles under her eyes that makeup usually hides. The tension in her shoulders. The way she's fidgeting with the edge of her hoodie. She looks like she's been going through hell.

"Are you sure about this?" you ask her, because you need to hear it from her directly.

Lip meets your eyes, and despite the defensive posture, there's desperation there. Raw, aching need. "I'm sure," she says quietly. "I need... I need what Choerry's been getting. Please.”

You let out a long breath, running a hand through your hair. This is insane, but then again everything about this situation has been insane from the start. "Yeah," you say finally. "Okay. We can try."

The relief on Lip's face is immediate, some of that defensive tension bleeding out of her shoulders. Choerry grins and grabs both your hands, pulling you toward her bedroom. The three of you file in, and there's this charged moment where nobody's quite sure how to start.

Choerry breaks the tension by just doing what she always does, no hesitation or shame. She pulls her shirt over her head, tosses it aside, then shimmies out of her shorts and panties in one smooth motion. She's completely naked in seconds, comfortable in her skin in a way that makes this feel almost normal.

Lip watches her, then looks at you, then starts undressing too. She's slower about it, more self-conscious, pulling her hoodie off to reveal a simple black bra. Her leggings come next, rolled down her legs carefully, and then she's standing there in matching black underwear looking vulnerable and beautiful.

You strip down too, leaving just your boxers on for now. Your cock is already starting to respond to the situation, to having two gorgeous women mostly naked in front of you, and you can see the outline of it against the fabric.

Choerry notices immediately and approaches you with that confident stride. "Let's get you ready," she says, her hand reaching out to palm you through your boxers. Her touch is familiar now, and your cock hardens further under her attention. "Gotta get you nice and wet for Lip."

She squeezes you gently, her fingers tracing the shape of your shaft through the cotton. You sit down on the edge of the bed and she follows, kneeling in front of you. The position is one you've been in dozens of times now, but having Lip watching makes it different.

"Come here," Choerry says, looking at Lip. "Help me."

Lip hesitates, then moves closer and kneels beside Choerry. They're both on their knees in front of you now, and the visual alone is enough to make your cock throb. Choerry hooks her fingers in the waistband of your boxers and looks up at you with those big dark eyes.

"Lift up for a second."

You do, and she pulls your boxers down your thighs, freeing your cock. It springs out, already mostly hard, and you hear Lip's small intake of breath. Choerry tosses your boxers aside and immediately wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking you slowly.

"God, I've missed this," Choerry murmurs, even though you literally fucked her this morning. Her hand moves with confidence, knowing exactly how much pressure you like, twisting slightly at the head on each upstroke.

Lip is watching intently, her eyes fixed on Choerry's hand moving on your cock. You can see her chest rising and falling faster, see the way she's pressing her thighs together.

Choerry leans in and licks a long stripe up the underside of your shaft, from base to tip, then swirls her tongue around the head. Your hips jerk slightly at the sensation. She does it again, getting you slick with her saliva, then takes just the tip into her mouth and sucks gently.

"Fuck," you breathe, your hand going to her hair.

She pulls off with a wet sound, your cock glistening with her spit. She strokes you a few more times, then turns to Lip with an encouraging smile. "Your turn. He tastes good, I promise."

Lip swallows visibly, then leans forward. She's tentative about it, her tongue darting out to lick the head of your cock experimentally. The touch is feather-light and it makes you twitch in Choerry's hand. Lip pulls back slightly, processing, then leans in again with more confidence. This time she opens her mouth and takes the head inside, her lips wrapping around you.

The wet heat of her mouth is incredible. You groan, your fingers tightening in Choerry's hair. Lip's tongue moves against the underside of your cock, exploring, learning the taste and texture of you. She doesn't take you deep, just works the first few inches, but the hesitant eagerness of it is somehow hotter than if she'd been confident.

"That's it," Choerry encourages. "You're doing so good. Use your tongue more, he loves that."

Lip follows the instruction, her tongue flattening against your shaft and dragging along it as she bobs her head. She's a quick learner, and within a minute she's establishing a rhythm, taking you a bit deeper with each stroke. Her hand comes up to wrap around the base where her mouth can't reach, and she starts stroking in time with her sucking.

Choerry watches for a moment, clearly pleased, then leans in to join her. She licks along the side of your shaft while Lip has the head in her mouth, adding more wetness, more sensation. When Lip pulls off to breathe, Choerry immediately takes over, swallowing you down much deeper, her nose nearly touching your pelvis.

"Jesus, Choerry," you gasp. She knows exactly what she's doing, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard as she pulls back, her tongue working the underside the whole time.

She releases you and guides your cock toward Lip again. "Try taking it deeper this time."

Lip nods and opens her mouth, accepting your cock again. This time she pushes further, taking you halfway before she gags slightly and has to pull back. She tries again, breathing through her nose, and manages to get a bit deeper. Saliva is coating your cock now, dripping down your shaft and making everything slippery and messy.

The two of them start working in tandem, passing your cock back and forth between them. Choerry will take you deep and fast for a few strokes, getting you worked up, then pass you to Lip who goes slower and more exploratory. Sometimes they both lick you at the same time, their tongues meeting around your shaft, occasionally brushing against each other.

"Share it," you tell them.

They both lean in, Choerry taking one side of your cock and Lip taking the other. They lick up and down your length simultaneously, their mouths and tongues working together to cover every inch. When they reach the tip at the same time, their tongues swirl around the head together, and the image of it nearly breaks you.

Lip is getting more aggressive now, more hungry. Whatever hesitation she had at the start is melting away. She's making soft moaning sounds as she sucks you, like the act itself is turning her on. Her free hand slides down her own body to press between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties.

Choerry notices and grins. "You like sucking cock, huh? I knew you would."

Lip pulls off just long enough to respond. "It's bigger than I expected," she admits breathlessly. "Feels so good in my mouth."

She dives back in, this time taking you deep enough that you feel the back of her throat. She gags but doesn't pull off, just holds you there for a moment before retreating. There are tears gathering in the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she looks determined.

Choerry takes over again, jerking your shaft while she sucks hard on just the tip. "Look how wet we got you," she says, pulling back to admire the way your cock is absolutely drenched in their combined saliva. "Perfect for breeding."

The word makes Lip shiver visibly. She licks her lips, staring at your cock like she's starving for it. "I need it," she says quietly. "Need to feel this inside me."

Choerry releases your cock and sits back on her heels, pleased with their work. Your shaft is throbbing, slick and shiny, ready for what comes next. Both girls are flushed and breathing hard, their lips swollen and wet.

"He's ready for you now," Choerry says to Lip. "Ready to breed you properly.”

You reach out your hand to Lip and she takes it, her fingers trembling slightly against yours. You help her up onto the bed and lie back against the pillows, pulling her with you. She climbs over you carefully, straddling your hips, and the sight of her like this makes your breath catch. Her body is incredible, petite but curvy in all the right places, slightly toned from years of dancing. Her breasts are small and perky, her waist narrow, her hips flaring out beautifully. She's still wearing her bra and panties, and you reach up to unhook the bra while she watches your face.

The clasp comes free and she lets the straps slide down her arms, exposing her breasts to you. They're gorgeous, pale and soft with dusty pink nipples already hard from arousal. You cup them in your hands, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, and she makes this soft whimpering sound.

"Need these off too," you tell her, tugging at her panties.

She lifts up slightly and shimmies them down her thighs, kicking them off awkwardly. Now she's completely bare above you, her pussy hovering over your cock. You can see how wet she is, arousal glistening on her inner thighs, and the knowledge that she's this turned on just from sucking you makes your cock pulse.

Choerry climbs onto the bed beside you, clearly excited to watch this unfold. She's completely naked and unbothered by it, settling in close enough that her thigh presses against your side. Her hand trails over your chest possessively, but her eyes are fixed on Lip.

Lip reaches down between her legs, wrapping her fingers around your shaft to position you. She holds your cock steady against her entrance, and you can feel the heat of her pussy radiating against the sensitive head. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, and then starts to sink down.

The initial breach makes you both gasp. Her pussy is incredibly tight, resisting at first, and you can see the concentration on her face as she works to take you. She goes slow, lowering herself inch by careful inch, her walls stretching around your girth. When she's taken about half of you she pauses, breathing hard.

"How does it feel?" Choerry asks.

Lip's eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth open as she processes the sensations. "Amazing," she finally manages, clearly overwhelmed. "It's so much. So full already and you're not even all the way in."

"You're doing so good," Choerry tells her. "Just take your time. You'll get used to it."

Lip nods and continues sinking down, taking more of your cock inside her. The sensation is unbelievable, her tight heat enveloping you slowly, her walls gripping you like a vice. She's so wet that despite the tightness you slide in smoothly, and when she finally bottoms out, fully seated on your cock with her ass resting on your thighs, all three of you let out shaky breaths.

"Oh my god," Lip whimpers, her hands bracing on your chest. "I can feel you everywhere. So deep."

You can see the slight bulge in her lower abdomen where your cock is pressing against her from inside, and the visual is obscene and perfect. Your hands come up to grip her waist, fingers splaying across her skin.

"Take a minute," you tell her. "Let your body adjust."

She nods, just sitting there impaled on you, her internal muscles fluttering and clenching as she gets used to the intrusion. You can feel every pulse, every tiny adjustment, and it's taking all your self control not to thrust up into her. This is her first time with a cock inside her, her first time feeling this kind of fullness, and you want to let her set the pace.

After a moment she experimentally lifts herself slightly, just an inch or so, then sinks back down. The friction makes her gasp, and she does it again, a little higher this time. She's starting to move, establishing a slow rhythm, rising and falling on your cock with increasing confidence.

"That's it," Choerry encourages, her hand sliding up Lip's spine. "Ride him just like that. Find what feels good."

Lip's movements get more fluid as she finds her rhythm. She's rising until just the tip remains inside, then dropping back down to take you fully, and the slide of her tight pussy along your shaft is incredible. Her breasts bounce slightly with each movement, drawing your attention, but before you can reach for them Choerry is already there.

Choerry shifts closer, kneeling beside you both, and cups one of Lip's breasts in her hand. She leans in and takes the nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder. Lip's back arches, pushing her chest toward Choerry's mouth, and a moan escapes her.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Lip gasps, her rhythm faltering for a moment.

Your hands on her waist help guide her, keeping her moving even as Choerry's attention on her breasts makes her lose focus. You pull her down as she drops, helping her take you deeper, and the change in angle makes her cry out. Choerry switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak before she sucks it between her lips.

Lip is getting more confident now, rolling her hips as she rides you, grinding her clit against your pelvis when she's fully seated. The added stimulation is clearly working for her, you can feel her getting wetter, can hear the obscene wet sounds of her pussy sliding on your cock.

"You look so hot taking his cock," Choerry murmurs against Lip's skin, pressing kisses along the curve of her breast. "Been watching you for weeks wondering when you'd finally let him breed you."

"Feels better than I imagined," Lip admits breathlessly. "Can't believe I waited this long."

She's picking up speed now, bouncing on your cock with more enthusiasm. Her petite body moves beautifully above you, all graceful lines and feminine curves. You grip her waist tighter, helping lift her, and start thrusting up to meet her downward movements. The change makes her falter, overwhelmed by the new intensity.

"Oh fuck, yes, just like that," she moans, her head falling back.

Choerry releases Lip's breast and moves behind her instead, pressing against her back. Her hands come around to cup both of Lip's breasts, kneading them and pinching the nipples. Then she's kissing Lip's neck, sucking on the sensitive skin just below her ear, and Lip practically melts.

"Kiss her properly," you suggest.

Choerry grins and turns Lip's face toward her, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Lip responds immediately, one of her hands coming up to tangle in Choerry's hair. They kiss deeply, tongues visible between their parted lips, while Lip continues riding your cock. The sight of them kissing while Lip fucks herself on you is almost too much to handle.

You thrust up harder, driving deeper, and Lip breaks the kiss to cry out. "Shit, so deep, you're hitting everything."

"That's your cervix," Choerry explains, one hand sliding down Lip's stomach. "He's big enough to reach it. Feels good, right?"

"Feels insane," Lip gasps. "Like he's in my stomach."

Choerry's hand reaches Lip's mound and slides lower, fingers seeking out her clit. The moment she makes contact Lip jerks, nearly losing her rhythm entirely. Choerry rubs gentle circles while Lip continues bouncing on your cock, adding another layer of stimulation.

"Too much," Lip whimpers, but she doesn't ask Choerry to stop.

"You can take it," Choerry assures her, kissing her shoulder. "Your body was made for this, made to be bred. Just let it feel good."

Lip's movements are getting erratic now, driven by sensation rather than conscious thought. She grinds down hard, swivels her hips, then rises up fast only to slam back down. Her pussy is soaking your cock and balls, running down to wet the sheets beneath you. The sounds she's making are desperate and needy, little whimpers and gasps that go straight to your cock.

You're thrusting up harder now too, meeting her movements with force, and the room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your fingers dig into her waist hard enough to leave marks, using your grip to control her pace. Choerry keeps working Lip's clit, keeps kissing her neck and shoulders and occasionally her mouth, and Lip is completely surrounded by sensation.

"This is what you needed," Choerry whispers against Lip's ear. "Needed his cock inside you, stretching you, filling you up. Gonna feel even better when he breeds you, when he pumps you full of cum."

Lip moans at the words, her pussy clenching tight around you. "Want it," she admits. "Want him to fill me up, want to feel it."

"You will," Choerry promises. "He's gonna flood your pussy, gonna pump it directly into your womb. You're gonna feel so full and satisfied."

The dirty talk is clearly affecting Lip, her movements getting more frantic as she chases something building inside her. You can feel it too, the way her walls are starting to pulse irregularly, the way her breathing is getting more ragged.

Lip's pace becomes frantic, all pretense of control abandoned as she chases the building pressure inside her. She's slamming herself down on your cock now, hard and fast, her small breasts bouncing wildly with the force of her movements. Her face is twisted in concentration and desperation, sweat beading on her forehead and running down between her breasts. The wet slap of her ass hitting your thighs echoes through the room.

Choerry keeps her fingers working on Lip's clit, rubbing tight fast circles that make Lip's whole body shake. Her other hand is still playing with Lip's breast, pinching and rolling the nipple. She leans in close to Lip's ear, murmuring softly:

"Imagine how good it's gonna feel when he breeds you," Choerry murmurs. "When his cock starts pulsing inside you and he floods your pussy with hot cum. It's gonna fill you up so much, pump directly into your womb where you need it most."

Lip whimpers, her rhythm getting even more erratic. "I want it," she gasps between bounces. "Want him to breed me, need it so bad."

"Tell him," Choerry encourages. "Tell him what you need."

Lip's eyes lock onto yours, dark and desperate and completely unguarded. "Please," she begs. "Please breed me, fill me up with your cum. I need it inside me, need you to pump my pussy full. Want to feel it so deep, want you to knock me up just like you've been doing to Choerry."

The words coming from Lip's mouth are so filthy, so unlike her usual controlled demeanor, and they send a surge of arousal through you. Your hands tighten on her waist and you thrust up harder, driving as deep as you can reach.

"Gonna give you everything," you promise. "Gonna flood your tight little pussy with so much cum you'll feel it for days."

"Yes," she cries, grinding down hard. "Give it to me, breed me, make me yours."

Choerry's fingers speed up on Lip's clit and suddenly Lip is screaming, her whole body going rigid. Her pussy clamps down on your cock like a vice, pulsing and spasming uncontrollably. Before you can process what's happening she's lifting herself up abruptly, your cock sliding free of her, and then she's squirting. Fluid gushes from her pussy in powerful spurts, spraying across your stomach and chest, soaking you completely. She's shaking violently, her mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of her release pours out of her.

"Oh fuck yes," Choerry laughs delightedly, her hand still working Lip's clit to prolong the squirting. "Look at you, making such a mess. So fucking hot."

Lip keeps squirting, her whole body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. It seems to go on forever, fluid coating your skin and the sheets beneath you, until finally the spurts become a trickle and she collapses forward onto your chest. She's trembling all over, gasping for air, her skin flushed and covered in sweat.

"Holy shit," she manages after a moment. "I've never... that was..."

"Intense?" Choerry supplies, grinning. She looks at you over Lip's shoulder. "Don't waste any time. Her pussy's gonna be so sensitive right now, perfect for fucking. Take advantage of it."

You nod, already moving. You gently roll Lip off you and onto her side on the bed. She's still trembling from the aftershocks, barely coherent, but when you position yourself between her legs she spreads them for you instinctively. You grab her top leg behind the knee and lift it up, placing her ankle on your shoulder. The position opens her up completely, her swollen pussy on full display, pink and glistening and absolutely drenched.

You line your cock up with her entrance and push inside in one smooth thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. Lip's reaction is immediate and intense. She screams, her back arching off the bed, her hands scrabbling at the sheets. Her pussy is incredibly tight and impossibly sensitive from her orgasm, and you can feel every flutter and clench around your shaft.

"Oh god, oh god, too much, it's too much!" she cries, but her hips are rocking up to meet you, taking you deeper despite her words.

"You can take it," you tell her, starting to move. You pull almost all the way out and slam back in, setting a hard deep rhythm right from the start. "Your body needs this, needs to be bred properly."

"Yes," she sobs, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation. "More, please, fuck me harder, breed me, I need it!"

The position lets you go incredibly deep, the angle perfect for hitting all her most sensitive spots. With her leg on your shoulder you have complete control, one hand gripping her thigh to keep her spread open, the other bracing on the bed beside her. You fuck her hard and fast, driving into her sensitive pussy without mercy, and she takes every brutal thrust while screaming her pleasure.

Choerry is beside you both, watching with hungry eyes, one hand between her own legs rubbing her pussy. "Look how well you're taking his cock," she says to Lip. "Like you were made for it. Like your pussy was designed to be bred."

"Feels so good," Lip whimpers, her hands coming up to grab her own breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. "Stretching me so much, so deep inside me, I can feel every inch."

You adjust the angle slightly and start hitting her cervix with every thrust, the head of your cock kissing that tight ring of muscle at the deepest part of her. Lip's reaction is explosive, her body jerking with each impact, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Right there," she screams. "Fuck, you're hitting my cervix, it's so intense, don't stop!"

"That's where my cum's going," you tell her, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Gonna pump it directly into your womb, fill you up until you're overflowing."

"Please," she begs, completely gone now, all her bratty defenses stripped away. "Please breed me, knock me up, make me pregnant. I don't care anymore, I just need your cum inside me."

Her pussy is making obscene wet sounds with each thrust, so slick that there's no friction at all, just smooth perfect glide. More fluid is leaking from her, not quite squirting but a constant stream of arousal that's coating your cock and balls and dripping down to pool beneath her ass. She's absolutely soaking, her body producing it endlessly.

You shift your grip on her thigh, pushing her leg further back toward her chest, folding her almost in half. The new angle lets you go even deeper, and Lip's eyes roll back in her head. You're fucking her brutally now, your hips slamming against her ass with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin combining with her screams and moans.

"Such a tight little pussy," you growl, watching your cock disappear into her over and over. "Gripping me so perfectly. Gonna feel even better when I'm pumping you full of cum."

"Want it," she sobs. "Want to feel it filling me up, want you to breed me like the desperate slut I am."

Choerry leans over and kisses Lip messily, swallowing her moans. Her hand comes down to rub Lip's clit again, adding another layer of stimulation. Lip breaks the kiss to scream, her whole body shaking with sensation.

"Too much, I can't, gonna cum again," Lip babbles.

"Then cum," Choerry tells her. "Cum all over his cock while he fucks you. Show him how good he makes you feel."

Your rhythm doesn't falter, just keeps pounding into Lip's oversensitive pussy, chasing the build of pressure in your own body but holding back. Lip's walls are starting to pulse irregularly again, her breathing getting more ragged, and you know she's getting close to another orgasm. Her hands are everywhere, grabbing at the sheets, at her breasts, at your arm, looking for something to anchor herself to as pleasure overwhelms her.

"Breed me," she keeps chanting between gasps. "Breed me, breed me, please, I need it so bad.”

But you need a better angle, need to see her face while you fuck her. You shift your position, lowering her leg from your shoulder and moving more on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. It's almost missionary now, your body covering hers. You can see every expression that crosses her face, every flutter of her eyelids, every time her mouth falls open on a moan.

Your cock slides back into her and the new angle makes her gasp. You're still going deep but there's more pressure against her front wall now, hitting different spots. You brace yourself on one arm beside her head and start fucking her with powerful thrusts, your hips driving forward relentlessly. Lip's hands come up to clutch at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin.

"Look at me," you command, and her eyes snap to yours.

She's completely wrecked, her face flushed and tear-streaked, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from kissing. She looks absolutely beautiful like this, all her usual composure gone, replaced by raw desperate need. You watch her face contort with pleasure as you fuck her, watch the way her eyes try to stay focused on yours but keep rolling back when you hit particularly deep.

Your free hand slides up her body, between her breasts, up to her throat. Your fingers wrap around her neck, not squeezing yet, just resting there. The moment she feels it, Lip's eyes go wide and her pussy clenches hard around your cock.

"Yes," she moans. "Do it. Choke me."

You apply pressure, not enough to cut off her air completely but enough to restrict it, to make her feel controlled and owned. Her reaction is immediate and intense. Her whole body arches beneath you, her pussy getting impossibly tighter, and the moan that escapes her is strangled and desperate.

Choerry laughs from beside you, delighted. "Look at you being such a slut," she says to Lip. "Acting so tough, playing hard to get, when really all you wanted was this. To be fucked and used and choked while you get bred."

Lip can't respond, can barely breathe with your hand on her throat, but the way her pussy is gripping you tells you everything. She loves it, loves being dominated like this, loves the feeling of helplessness combined with the overwhelming pleasure of your cock pounding into her.

You fuck her harder, your hand tightening slightly on her neck. Her face is getting redder, her eyes watering, but there's nothing but pleasure in her expression. She's completely surrendered to it, to you, letting you take her however you want.

"Gonna breed you now," you tell her. "Gonna fill your tight little pussy with so much cum. Is that what you want?"

She tries to nod but can't with your hand holding her throat. Her mouth moves, trying to form words, and you ease up the pressure slightly so she can speak.

"Please," she gasps out. "Choke me while you cum inside me. Want to feel your hand on my throat when you breed me."

The request is so filthy, so unexpected from usually bratty Lip, that it sends a surge of arousal straight through you. You tighten your grip again and increase your pace, fucking her brutally now, chasing your own release. Your cock is throbbing inside her, so close to the edge, and you can feel your balls tightening.

Lip is close too, you can tell from the way she's trembling, from the irregular pulsing of her walls around you. Choerry reaches over and starts rubbing Lip's clit again, determined to make her cum one more time, and that pushes Lip over the edge.

Her whole body goes rigid, her back arching off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream that your hand on her throat won't let out. Her pussy spasms wildly around your cock, clenching and releasing in rapid succession, trying to milk you. You can see her eyes rolling back, can see drool starting to leak from the corner of her mouth as the combination of oxygen deprivation and intense pleasure overwhelms her completely.

The sight and feeling of it destroys your control. Your own orgasm crashes through you and you bury yourself as deep as possible, the head of your cock pressed right against her cervix. Your hand tightens on her throat as you start to cum, and the first spurt of hot seed shoots directly into her womb. It's intense, your whole body shaking with the force of it, and you keep cumming, rope after thick rope flooding her pussy.

"Fuck, take it all," you groan, your hips jerking with each pulse. "Taking my cum so deep, filling up your womb."

You pump what feels like an enormous amount into her, more than you usually cum even with Choerry, your balls emptying completely inside Lip's spasming pussy. Through it all you keep your hand on her throat, watching her face as you breed her. Her eyes are completely rolled back now, showing mostly whites, drool running down her chin, and she looks absolutely gone, lost in pleasure so intense it's almost painful.

Finally your orgasm subsides and you release her throat, suddenly worried you held on too long. Lip gasps in a huge breath, coughing slightly, her eyes fluttering as oxygen rushes back to her brain. You're both trembling, still connected, your cock still buried inside her twitching pussy.

Slowly, carefully, you pull out. Your cock slides free with a wet sound and immediately thick white cum starts leaking from her pussy, running down to her ass. There's so much of it, more than her body can hold, and it keeps flowing out in steady streams.

Choerry moves immediately, her fingers going to Lip's pussy and pushing the leaking cum back inside. She works her fingers in deep, making sure as much stays inside as possible, and Lip whimpers at the intrusion into her oversensitive pussy.

"Gotta keep it all in there," Choerry says. "Let it soak into your womb where it belongs."

"Thank you," Lip whispers. She's staring at the ceiling with dazed, unfocused eyes. "I can feel it. Feel your cum inside me. It's so hot, so much of it."

"Good?" you ask, still catching your own breath.

"So good," she breathes, a blissed out smile spreading across her face. "Oh my god, this is the best feeling in the world. I can't believe I waited so long for this."

Her hand comes down to rest on her lower abdomen, pressing gently like she's trying to feel where your cum is inside her. Her pussy is still visibly leaking despite Choerry's efforts, white cum mixed with her own arousal creating a mess between her thighs.

Choerry looks at you with hungry eyes, her gaze dropping to your cock. It's softening, covered in cum and Lip's arousal, glistening in the light. "My turn now," she says, and before you can respond she's moving down the bed.

She takes your messy cock in her hand, not bothered at all by the mixture coating it, and brings it to her mouth. The first lick makes you hiss, oversensitive from cumming, but she doesn't care. She licks you clean with broad strokes of her tongue, tasting the combination of your cum and Lip's pussy, moaning like it's the best thing she's ever tasted.

"Choerry, fuck, I just came, I need a minute," you protest weakly.

She ignores you completely and takes your soft cock into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then with more intensity. Her tongue works along the shaft, her hand stroking the base, and despite the sensitivity you can feel yourself starting to respond. She knows your body so well, knows exactly what to do to get you hard again.

"She's insatiable," Lip observes from where she's still lying boneless on the bed, watching Choerry work.

"Always has been," you manage, your hips twitching as Choerry sucks harder.

Your cock is swelling in her mouth, blood rushing back despite having just cum. Choerry takes you deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping, determined to get you fully hard again. Her hand comes up to cup your balls, massaging them gently, coaxing them back to life.

Within a couple minutes you're fully erect again, your cock standing proud and ready. Choerry releases you, grinning triumphantly. "There we go," she purrs. "Ready for me now."

She moves up the bed and positions herself on her hands and knees, ass in the air, looking back at you over her shoulder with dark hungry eyes. Her pussy is already glistening with arousal, has been the whole time she was watching you fuck Lip.

"Come breed me too," she says. "I've been so patient, watching you give Lip what I've been getting for weeks. Now I need it. Need your cock inside me, need you to fill me up just like you did her."

You look at Lip, who's watching with interest despite looking completely exhausted, then back at Choerry's presented pussy. Your cock is throbbing, somehow ready for more despite having just cum hard. Choerry's conditioning has done something to your body, made your refractory period almost non-existent.

"Please," Choerry adds, wiggling her ass enticingly. "Breed your good girl. You know how much I need it.”

You move behind Choerry, admiring the view of her ass presented so perfectly for you. Your hand comes down hard on one cheek, the slap echoing through the room and leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. She yelps and then moans, pushing back against you like she's begging for more.

"Look at how hungry you are for it," you say, giving her other cheek the same treatment. "Can't even wait your turn properly."

"I can't help it," Choerry whines, wiggling her hips. "You've got me completely hooked on your cock. I need it all the time now, can't stop thinking about being bred."

You grab both her ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing everything to your view. Her pussy is absolutely drenched, arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her lips swollen and flushed dark pink. Above that, her asshole is tight and pink, clenching slightly under your gaze. The sight makes your cock throb, already rock hard again thanks to her expert mouth.

"So wet already," you observe, running your thumb through her folds. "You got this turned on just from watching?"

"From watching you breed Lip," she confirms breathlessly. "Seeing you choke her while you came inside her, seeing all that cum leak out of her pussy. Made me so fucking horny I could barely stand it."

You line your cock up with her entrance, teasing her by rubbing the head through her wetness but not pushing in yet. She tries to push back, to impale herself on you, but you grip her hips and hold her still.

"Please," she begs. "Don't tease me. I've been waiting so long, just fuck me already."

You give in, pushing forward and burying yourself inside her in one smooth thrust. The familiar tight heat of Choerry's pussy envelops you, and you both groan at the sensation. Even after weeks of fucking her multiple times a day, she's still incredibly tight, her walls gripping your shaft perfectly.

"Yes, fuck, finally," Choerry moans, her fingers clutching the sheets. "Missed this so much."

"I literally fucked you this morning," you point out, starting to move with deep steady strokes.

"That was hours ago," she protests. "Feels like forever when I need it this bad."

You establish a rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her whole body jolt forward with each thrust. Your hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise, using your hold to pull her back onto your cock.

After a minute of this, Choerry lifts her head and looks at Lip, who's still lying where you left her, watching you fuck Choerry with hazy eyes. "Lip," Choerry says breathlessly. "Spread your legs for me."

Lip blinks, processing the request. "What?"

"Spread your legs," Choerry repeats, already shifting her position slightly. "I want to taste his cum inside you. Want to clean your pussy while he breeds mine."

Lip's eyes go wide, a fresh flush spreading across her cheeks. For a moment she hesitates, then slowly lets her legs fall open. Her pussy is still leaking cum, the thick white fluid coating her inner thighs and the sheets beneath her. She looks thoroughly used, and the sight makes your cock pulse inside Choerry.

Choerry shuffles forward on her knees, keeping her ass raised for you, and positions herself between Lip's spread thighs. She's bent almost in half now, ass up, face down near Lip's pussy. The position changes the angle of your cock inside her and you both groan.

"Oh fuck, you're so deep like this," Choerry gasps.

You don't give her time to adjust, just keep fucking her steadily while she lowers her mouth to Lip's cum-filled pussy. The first contact makes Lip gasp and arch off the bed, her hands flying to Choerry's hair. Choerry's tongue licks a long stripe through Lip's folds, gathering the mixture of your cum and Lip's arousal.

"Shit, Choerry," Lip whimpers. "I'm still so sensitive."

Choerry doesn't respond verbally, just moans against Lip's pussy and keeps licking. She's enthusiastic about it, her tongue working between Lip's swollen lips, dipping into her entrance to scoop out the cum pooled inside. The visual is absolutely obscene, watching Choerry eat your cum out of another girl's pussy while you fuck her from behind.

You pick up your pace, thrusting harder into Choerry, and every time you drive forward it pushes her face harder against Lip's pussy. Choerry adjusts, sealing her mouth over Lip's entrance and sucking, actually sucking the cum out of her. Lip cries out, her back arching, her fingers tightening in Choerry's hair.

"Too much, oh god, it's too much," Lip protests, but she's not pushing Choerry away. If anything she's pulling her closer, grinding up against her face.

Choerry pulls back just long enough to speak, her lips and chin glistening with cum and arousal. "You taste so good mixed with his cum," she says, then dives back in.

The dirty talk makes your hips snap forward harder, your cock driving deep into Choerry's pussy. You can see the way her ass ripples with each impact, can see how wet she is coating your shaft and balls. One of your hands slides from her hip to grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly.

"You're such a dirty girl," you tell her. "Eating my cum out of her pussy like it's a treat."

Choerry moans loudly, the sound muffled against Lip's flesh. She loves being called dirty, loves being used like this, and her pussy clenches tight around you in response. You use your grip on her hair to control her, pulling her back and forth between pounding into her and letting her focus on Lip.

Lip is falling apart above you, her whole body trembling as Choerry's tongue works her oversensitive pussy. "Choerry, fuck, your tongue feels so good," she gasps. "Can't believe you're doing this, so filthy, eating his cum out of me while he fucks you."

"She loves it," you say, punctuating your words with particularly hard thrusts. "Loves being a slut for my cock, loves tasting my cum any way she can get it."

Choerry nods frantically, humming in agreement against Lip's pussy. The vibrations make Lip cry out, her thighs trying to close around Choerry's head before she forces them back open. Choerry's tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking and probing, making sure she gets every drop of cum from inside Lip.

You release Choerry's hair and grip both her hips again, really starting to pound into her now. The force of your thrusts drives her face hard against Lip's pussy, practically suffocating her in it, and Choerry doesn't complain at all. She just keeps eating Lip out enthusiastically, her moans getting louder and more desperate.

"Your pussy feels so good," you tell Choerry. "So tight and wet for me. You were made to be bred, weren't you?"

She tries to respond but can't with her mouth full of Lip's pussy, so she just nods vigorously. Her whole body is shaking now, from your thrusts and from her own building arousal. You can feel her getting wetter, can feel the way her walls are starting to flutter around your cock.

Lip is watching you over Choerry's body, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Fuck her harder," she says. "Make her feel as good as you made me feel."

You obey, increasing your pace until you're slamming into Choerry with brutal force. Each thrust makes her whole body jolt forward, makes her tongue press harder against Lip's clit. Lip starts grinding against Choerry's face shamelessly, using her mouth for her own pleasure, and Choerry lets her, loves it even.

The room is filled with obscene sounds. The wet slap of your bodies meeting, Choerry's muffled moans, Lip's breathless gasps, the squelch of Choerry's tongue in Lip's pussy. It's overwhelming, this tangle of bodies and pleasure, and you're loving it.

Your hands slide from Choerry's hips to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide again as you fuck her. You can see your cock disappearing into her pussy over and over, can see how stretched she is around you, can see the way her asshole clenches with each thrust. The urge to touch it is overwhelming, so you press your thumb against the tight ring of muscle.

Choerry jerks and moans loudly, her pussy clamping down on your cock. You don't push inside, just rub circles around her rim while you continue pounding her pussy, and she absolutely loses it.

Her moans turn into screams muffled by Lip's pussy, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. Lip gasps and grinds harder against her face, clearly getting close to another orgasm from Choerry's enthusiastic tongue work.

"Gonna make you both cum," you promise. "Gonna breed you so full Choerry, then watch Lip lick it out of you after."

The promise makes Choerry's pussy spasm around you, and Lip lets out a strangled moan. They're both into it, both desperate for more, and you're going to give them everything they need.

Your thumb circling her asshole isn't enough anymore. You need more, need to push her further. You gather some of the wetness coating your cock and her thighs, using it to slick up your thumb, and then you start pressing inside. The resistance is immediate, her tight ring of muscle clenching against the intrusion, but you're patient and persistent.

"Relax," you tell her, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. "Let me in."

Choerry tries, you can feel her making the effort to unclench, and slowly your thumb breaches her asshole. The moment you're inside, even just to the first knuckle, Choerry screams. The sound is muffled by Lip's pussy but it's clearly one of intense pleasure, and her whole body goes rigid.

"Oh my god," Lip gasps, watching Choerry's reaction. "She likes that."

You push your thumb in deeper, working it slowly until you're buried to the knuckle in her tight ass. The dual sensation of your cock in her pussy and your thumb in her ass makes Choerry absolutely lose her mind. She's shaking uncontrollably, her pussy clenching and releasing around your shaft in rapid succession, and her moans are constant and desperate.

You start fucking her again, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the fullness. Your thumb stays buried in her ass while your cock pounds her pussy, and the thin wall between them means you can almost feel yourself through it. The sensation is incredible, tight and hot and absolutely filthy.

"Taking me so well in both holes," you praise, picking up speed. "Such a good slut for me."

Choerry's response is incoherent, just muffled sounds of pleasure as she continues eating out Lip. Her tongue has gotten sloppier, less coordinated, but Lip doesn't seem to mind. She's grinding against Choerry's face, chasing her own pleasure, her hands still tangled in Choerry's hair.

You fuck Choerry harder, your thumb moving in counterpoint to your thrusts. When you pull your cock back, you push your thumb deeper. When you drive forward, you pull back on your thumb. The alternating fullness is driving Choerry insane, you can tell from the way she's practically sobbing into Lip's pussy.

After a few minutes of this you decide you need a different angle, need to see her face, need to hold her properly while you breed her. You pull your thumb free of her ass and she whimpers at the loss. Then you grab her around the waist and pull her up, lifting her until her back is pressed firmly against your chest. You're both kneeling on the bed now, her body completely supported by yours, your cock still buried deep inside her.

The new position makes her gasp, makes her head fall back onto your shoulder. You wrap one arm around her waist to hold her steady, and bring your other hand up to cup her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. Your hips start moving, thrusting up into her.

"Fuck, Daddy," Choerry moans, and the word makes your cock pulse inside her. "So deep, you're so deep in me."

The daddy thing is new, something she's never called you before. Your hand tightens on her breast, pinching her nipple hard, and you start fucking her with real intensity. Your hips snap up brutally, driving your cock as deep as it can possibly go, hitting her cervix with each thrust.

"Say that again," you growl in her ear.

"Daddy," she whimpers, completely pliant in your arms. "Please Daddy, fuck me harder, breed me, fill me up."

You obey, increasing your pace until you're pounding up into her relentlessly. The arm around her waist holds her steady while you use her body, fucking her like she's a toy made just for your pleasure. Your other hand moves from her breast to her throat, wrapping around it the same way you did with Lip, and Choerry moans louder.

"Yes, choke me Daddy," she begs. "Use me however you want."

You apply pressure to her throat, not as much as you did with Lip but enough to make her breathing harder. Her pussy responds immediately, clenching tight around you, and you can feel her getting even wetter. She loves being controlled like this, loves surrendering completely to you.

Lip has propped herself up on her elbows, watching you fuck Choerry with hungry eyes. Her hand is between her own legs, fingers working her sensitive clit despite how recently she came. "God that's hot," she breathes. "Look at her taking your cock so well."

"Such a good girl," you agree, your lips against Choerry's ear. "My perfect little breeding slut."

"Your breeding slut," Choerry echoes desperately. "Only yours, Daddy. Only want your cock, only want your cum."

You fuck her harder, your hand tightening slightly on her throat, and she goes limp in your arms. She's completely given over to the pleasure, letting you move her however you want, trusting you completely.

Sweat is coating both your bodies now, making your skin slide together. The room is hot and humid, smelling like sex and arousal. Your muscles are burning from the effort of holding Choerry up and fucking her at this brutal pace, but you don't care. All that matters is the feeling of her tight pussy gripping your cock, the sounds of her desperate moans, the way she's trembling in your arms.

"Cum inside her," Lip says as she continues touching herself. "Breed her, fill her pussy up. She needs it so bad, look at how desperate she is."

"Please Daddy," Choerry whimpers. "Need your cum so bad, need you to breed me. Been so good for you, please give me what I need."

Your orgasm is building, the pressure at the base of your spine getting more intense. Your balls are tight, ready to empty inside her, and your rhythm is starting to falter. The hand on Choerry's throat slides down to join your other arm around her waist, pulling her tight against your chest. You bury your face in her neck, breathing in her scent, and your thrusts become erratic.

"Gonna fill you up," you grunt against her skin. "Gonna pump you so full of cum, breed you just like you need."

"Yes, yes, please," Choerry chants. "Breed me Daddy, knock me up, make me yours."

Lip's voice joins in, encouraging and desperate. "Do it. Cum inside her. Fill her womb with your seed, get her pregnant. She's been begging for it for so long."

The combination of their voices, their words, the tight heat of Choerry's pussy, the way she's completely surrendered to you, it all becomes too much. Your orgasm slams into you with devastating force and you bury yourself as deep as possible inside her. Your cock pulses and the first spurt of cum shoots directly into her womb, hot and thick. On the other side of the bed, Lip is cumming too.

"Fuck, Choerry," you groan, your arms tightening around her as your whole body shakes.

You keep cumming, rope after rope of thick seed flooding her pussy. Your balls emptying everything they have into her willing body. Choerry is moaning continuously, her pussy spasming around you as she feels each pulse of your cum inside her. Her hand comes down to press against her lower abdomen, like she's trying to feel how full you're making her.

"So much," she whimpers. "So much cum, Daddy. Filling me up so good, can feel it in my womb."

You keep thrusting shallowly through your orgasm, making sure every drop gets as deep as possible. Your cum has nowhere to go, trapped inside her by your cock, and you can feel the pressure of it, the way her pussy is stretched even tighter trying to accommodate both your shaft and the volume of seed.

When you finally stop cumming, you're both trembling and covered in sweat. You stay buried inside her for a long moment, holding her against your chest, both of you breathing hard. Slowly, carefully, you lower both of you down onto the bed, lying on your sides with you still inside her. Your arms stay wrapped around her waist, keeping her pulled tight against you.

"That was incredible," Choerry breathes. "Thank you Daddy."

Lip watches you both with satisfied eyes. "You two are so hot together," she says. "Seeing him breed you like that... fuck."

You finally slip out of Choerry, your softening cock sliding free with a wet sound. Immediately cum starts leaking from her pussy, thick white streams running down her thigh. There's so much of it, more than should be possible, but somehow you keep producing it for them.

Choerry whimpers at the feeling of your cum leaking out. "No," she protests weakly. "Want to keep it all inside."

"Relax, you can always get more of daddy's cum," you assure her, your hand rubbing soothingly over her stomach. "You're not going anywhere for a while."

The three of you lie there in the aftermath, sweaty and satisfied and completely spent. The sheets beneath you are soaked with various fluids. After a while, Lip shifts on the bed. "My turn to return the favor," she says.

She moves down the bed until she's positioned between Choerry's legs. Choerry is still lying on her side where you left her, cum actively leaking from her well-fucked pussy. Lip settles in and leans forward, her tongue extending to lick through Choerry's folds. The first taste makes her hum with appreciation, and then she's cleaning Choerry the same way Choerry cleaned her earlier.

But where Choerry was enthusiastic and messy about it, Lip is deliberate and precise. Her tongue moves in long slow strokes, gathering every drop of cum she can find. She licks Choerry's inner thighs where it's dripped down, then returns to her pussy to scoop more from inside. It's almost reverent the way she does it, taking her time, savoring the taste like it's something precious.

"Good girl, Lip," you say, and the praise makes her pause for just a second, a pleased flush spreading across her already pink cheeks before she continues.

Choerry sighs with pleasure, one hand coming down to rest gently in Lip's hair. Not controlling or directing, just touching, connecting. "That feels so nice," she murmurs. "Your tongue is so soft."

Lip doesn't respond verbally, too focused on her task. She seals her lips over Choerry's entrance and sucks gently, drawing more cum out to swallow down.

After several minutes of thorough cleaning, Lip finally pulls back. Her lips are white with your cum, coated in it, and there's some on her chin too. She licks her lips slowly, gathering as much as she can, and the sight makes your spent cock twitch despite having cum twice already.

Choerry notices Lip's messy face and grins. She reaches out and pulls Lip up toward her, and then they're kissing. Their mouths move together slowly, tongues sliding against each other as they share the taste of your cum. You can see it transferring between them, making both their lips shiny and white.

They stay like that for a long moment, just kissing softly, and when they finally part they're both smiling.

"Come here," Choerry says to you, patting the bed between them.

You move to settle in the middle, lying on your back. Choerry immediately curls into your side, resting her head on your chest, one arm draped over your stomach. Her body is warm and soft against yours, still slightly damp with sweat. Lip hesitates for just a moment, like she's not sure if she's allowed to be this close, this intimate. But then she seems to make a decision and mirrors Choerry's position on your other side, her head finding the space between your shoulder and chest.

The weight of both of them pressed against you feels right in a way you can't quite articulate. You bring your arms up to wrap around each of them, holding them close.

"That was amazing," Choerry sighs contentedly. "You should sleep here tonight. We can go again later, I'm definitely going to want more before morning."

"Me too," Lip admits quietly. "Just for tonight though," she adds, but it doesn't sound very convincing.

Choerry turns her head slightly to look at Lip across your chest.

"Thank you for nagging me about this," Lip says. "I don't know if I could have done it alone. Coming to him and asking, I mean. I would have just kept suffering."

"Please," Choerry scoffs affectionately. "I know you. You would have broken eventually and come begging him to breed you. I just saved you the weeks of anguish trying to resist."

Lip giggles, an actual genuine giggle, and reaches across you to pat Choerry's shoulder. It's a light playful swat, but Choerry gasps dramatically like she's been mortally wounded.

"Daddy, she's hitting me!” Choerry whines.

Lip props herself up on one elbow to look down at Choerry. "Is that what we're calling him now?" she asks, one eyebrow raised. "Daddy?"

Choerry grins unrepentantly. "I like it. It just came out but it felt right, you know? He takes such good care of us, makes sure we get what we need. Seems fitting."

She looks up at you, suddenly a little uncertain. "You don't mind, do you?"

You consider it for a moment. A few months ago if someone told you your friends would be calling you Daddy while you bred them, you would have thought they were insane. But now, lying here with both of them curled against you, their bodies full of your cum, it doesn't seem strange at all.

"I don't mind," you say honestly. "Call me whatever feels right to you."

Lip hums thoughtfully, settling back down against your chest. "I think it suits you," she says. "Before, you were just our friend. Now you're our friend and our Daddy. I think giving you a label makes things less awkward.”

"I agree. And you're both my good girls by the way," you say.

Choerry makes a pleased sound and nuzzles closer against your chest. "I like being your good girl," she murmurs. She presses a soft kiss to your skin, right over your heart

Lip doesn't say anything but you feel her snuggle closer, her arm tightening around your waist. Outside, the city continues on, but in this room time feels suspended. Just the three of you, tangled together, satisfied and safe.

Your good girls, falling asleep in your arms, full of your cum and finally, temporarily, at peace.

—

What started as something shocking and forbidden becomes your new normal so gradually you barely notice the transition. This is just your life now - being Daddy to two gorgeous girls who need you constantly, filling them with cum multiple times a day, watching their bodies respond to the breeding you're giving them.

Lip comes back to you three days after that first night, showing up at your door looking nervous and determined. "I need more," she admits quietly. "I thought once would be enough but it's not. I can't stop thinking about it." You pull her inside and she's on her knees within minutes, sucking your cock like she's been thinking about nothing else. When you finally fuck her it's missionary, face to face, your foreheads pressed together as you move inside her.

The sessions with Lip are different from Choerry's. Where Choerry is wild and shameless, Lip is more reserved even in her desperation. She likes being held while you fuck her, likes the intimacy of it, likes when you whisper how good she is in her ear. But she's also incredibly submissive in ways that surprise you. She loves when you take control completely, when you position her exactly how you want her and use her body for your pleasure.

You discover she loves being fucked from behind while lying flat on her stomach, your weight pressing her into the mattress as you take her. She can't move like that, can only lie there and take what you give her, and it makes her come so hard she can barely breathe after. "Use me. Just use me however you want, Daddy." And you do, fucking her hard and deep while she moans into the pillow.

She's also more experimental than you expected. One afternoon she shyly asks if you'll fuck her ass, and you spend an hour carefully preparing her, working fingers and tongue and lube until she can take your cock. When you finally push inside her tight hole she cries from how intense it feels, and when you cum in her ass instead of her pussy she whimpers about how empty her womb feels. You fuck her pussy right after, your cock still slick from her ass, and pump her full of the cum she was missing.

Sometimes you have them both at the same time, and those sessions are something special. The two of them will show up together, giggling and excited, and you'll spend the afternoon rotating between them. You'll fuck Choerry while she eats Lip's pussy, then switch and fuck Lip while Choerry rides her face. You'll have them kneel side by side so you can alternate, a few thrusts in one pussy then switching to the other, keeping both of them desperate and begging.

One memorable evening you manage to make them cum at the same time, Choerry on your cock and Lip on your fingers, both of them squirting simultaneously while screaming your name. When you finally cum that time you pull out of Choerry and shoot your load across both their faces, marking them, and they immediately start licking it off each other while giggling.

The dynamic between the three of you solidifies into something that feels real and permanent. They're your girls, your good girls, and you're their Daddy who takes care of them. The breeding becomes routine but never boring, your body somehow adapting to their needs. You're cumming four, five, sometimes six times a day and it never feels like too much.

You learn their bodies intimately, learn every spot that makes them gasp, every angle that makes them see stars. You learn that Choerry likes having her hair pulled during doggy style, that Lip likes when you hold her throat gently while you're inside her. You learn that they both love being called good girls when they take your cum deep, love being praised for how well they're being bred.

Twenty days after you first bred Choerry, she shows up at your apartment in the late afternoon. You open the door expecting another breeding session, already getting hard just from seeing her, but something about her expression stops you.

"We need to talk," she says, and you let her inside with a suddenly racing heart.

She sits on your couch and pulls something small and white from her purse. A pregnancy test.

"It worked," she says, and her smile is radiant. "I'm pregnant. I noticed the symptoms starting to change about four days ago. The constant need, the pain, all of that started fading. I took this test this morning to confirm."

You sink down onto the couch beside her, staring at the test. This is what you've been working toward, what all those breeding sessions were supposed to accomplish, but seeing the actual proof makes it suddenly very real. Choerry is going to have your baby.

"The arousal I've been feeling these past few days is different too," Choerry continues. "It's normal now. Just regular horniness, not that desperate painful need. It doesn't hurt anymore." Her smile gets wider. "The breeding actually cured me, just like the doctors said it would."

"That's amazing," you manage, still processing. "Congratulations. I'm so happy for you."

"For us," she corrects gently, taking your hand. "I talked to Lip this morning too. She took a test and she's pregnant too. It worked for both of us."

"What happens now?" you ask. "With us, I mean. With all of this."

Choerry shrugs, squeezing your hand. "I don't know. That's another chapter we haven't written yet. We'll figure it out as we go, right? The three of us together." She pauses, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes. "But right now I don't want to think about all that complicated stuff. Right now I just want to celebrate."

She stands up and turns to face you, her hands going to the hem of her skirt. She lifts it slowly, revealing a pair of blue lace panties underneath. You can see a damp spot already forming at the crotch.

"I got so excited telling you the news that I got turned on," she says. "But this time it's just normal arousal. It doesn't hurt, doesn't feel desperate. I just want you because I want you." She bites her lip. "I came here so you could fuck me. To celebrate that we made a baby together."

Your cock is already responding, hardening in your pants as you look at her. She's pregnant with your child and she's standing in front of you looking like sin, still wanting you even though the medical need is gone.

"You're sure it's safe?" you ask. "For the baby?"

"Totally safe," she assures you. "I already looked it up. We can keep fucking as much as we want." She hooks her thumbs in her panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing her bare pussy. It's glistening with arousal, her lips pink and swollen. "So what do you say, Daddy? Want to fuck your pregnant girl?"

You're on your feet in an instant, pulling her against you and kissing her deeply. She melts into the kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck.

"Bedroom," you tell her. "I'm going to take my time with you."

The moment you cross the threshold into your bedroom, Choerry is on you. Her hands fist in your shirt as she pulls you down into a kiss. This is different from every other time you've kissed her. There's no underlying panic, no biological imperative driving her actions. She's kissing you just because she wants to.

You kiss her back with matching intensity, your hands sliding down to grip her ass through her skirt. She makes a pleased sound into your mouth and presses closer, her body molding against yours. You're both moving toward the bed without really thinking about it, stumbling slightly as you refuse to break the kiss, until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you both tumble onto it together.

She lands half on top of you, laughing against your lips, and the sound is pure joy. Her hands are already working at your shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons in her eagerness. You help her by sitting up slightly, and together you manage to get it unbuttoned and shoved off your shoulders. While you're dealing with your shirt, she sits up straddling your hips and shrugs out of her wool coat, tossing it carelessly aside.

Her top comes next, a soft sweater that she pulls over her head in one smooth motion. Underneath she's not wearing a bra, and her breasts bounce free, perfect and pale with those dusty pink nipples you've come to know so well. The sight never gets old, and you reach up immediately to cup them, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. She arches into your touch, biting her lip.

"Love when you touch me," she murmurs, covering your hands with hers and pressing them harder against her breasts.

You squeeze and knead the soft flesh, then pinch her nipples gently and watch her reaction. Her eyes flutter closed and she grinds down against your hardening cock through your pants. After a moment she shifts back, sliding down your body so she can reach your pants. Her fingers make quick work of your belt and zipper, and then she's tugging everything down, your pants and boxers together. Your cock springs free, already fully hard, and she makes an appreciative sound.

"Always so ready for me," she says, wrapping her hand around your shaft and stroking slowly.

"Always," you agree, your hips lifting to help her get your pants all the way off.

Once you're naked from the waist down she stands up beside the bed to deal with her own skirt. It's a short pleated thing that you've been admiring since she arrived, and she unzips it at the side and lets it fall to pool around her ankles. Now she's completely naked, and you take a moment to just appreciate her. Her body is still the same, her stomach still flat, no visible signs yet of the baby growing inside her. But knowing it's there, knowing you put it there, adds a new dimension to how you see her.

"You're staring," she says, but she's smiling, clearly pleased by your attention.

"You're beautiful," you tell her honestly.

She climbs back onto the bed, but instead of settling beside you or straddling your hips like you expect, she moves to straddle your chest. Her knees bracket your shoulders and her pussy hovers just above your face. The position puts you at eye level with her cunt, and you can see how wet she is, arousal glistening on her folds.

"I want to try something," she says.

Before you can ask what, she's shifting position, turning around so her ass is facing you instead of her pussy. She settles back, her pussy now directly above your mouth, and leans forward. Her mouth wraps around the head of your cock at the same moment her pussy lowers onto your face.

The dual sensation is overwhelming. Her wet heat pressing against your mouth, her taste flooding your tongue as you automatically start licking, while simultaneously feeling the slick warmth of her mouth sliding down your shaft. You groan against her pussy, the vibration making her hips twitch.

She takes you deeper, her tongue swirling around your length as she bobs her head. You can feel her getting more confident with the position, adjusting her angle until she can take you even further. Her technique has improved so much over the past weeks - she knows exactly how to work you now, knows the spots that make you throb, knows when to use her tongue and when to just provide that tight suction.

You focus on returning the favor, your hands coming up to grip her ass and hold her steady while you eat her out. Your tongue drags through her folds, gathering her arousal, and the taste is familiar and addictive. You find her clit and flick it with the tip of your tongue, making her moan around your cock. The vibration feels incredible, and you understand why she reacted when you groaned earlier.

Her thighs are on either side of your head, warm and soft, occasionally twitching when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. You can see everything from this angle - her pussy spread open above you, her tight asshole just beyond, the curve of her ass filling your vision. It's an incredibly intimate view, and combined with the feeling of her mouth working your cock, it's fucking perfect.

Choerry pulls off your cock with a wet sound, gasping for air. "God, your tongue feels so good," she pants, but she doesn't stop moving. Her hand wraps around your shaft and she starts stroking you while she catches her breath, her thumb swirling through the precum beading at your tip.

You respond by sealing your lips around her clit and sucking hard, and her whole body jerks. "Fuck," she whimpers, grinding down against your face. "Just like that, Daddy."

You work her clit with lips and tongue while your hands knead her ass, occasionally letting your fingers drift toward her other hole just to feel her clench. She's rocking her hips now, essentially riding your face while she jerks your cock, and the coordination required is making everything feel more intense.

She takes you back into her mouth, this time with more urgency. She's bobbing faster now, taking you deep enough that you feel the back of her throat, gagging slightly but not stopping. Saliva drips down your shaft and over your balls, making everything slick and messy. The wet sounds of her sucking combine with the sounds of you eating her pussy.

You slide your tongue lower, pushing it inside her entrance. Her pussy clenches around the intrusion and she moans loudly, the sound muffled by your cock filling her mouth. You fuck her with your tongue, pressing as deep as you can reach, and her arousal coats your lips and chin. She tastes slightly different than usual - still sweet and musky but with some subtle change you can't quite identify. Maybe it's the pregnancy already affecting her chemistry, or maybe you're just imagining it.

"Love your mouth," she gasps when she pulls off your cock again. She's stroking you faster now, her hand twisting on each upstroke in that way that drives you crazy. "Love how you eat my pussy, Daddy. You're so good at it."

You hum your acknowledgment against her clit and she shivers. Your hands spread her ass cheeks wider, opening her up even more to your tongue. You alternate between her clit and her entrance, keeping her guessing, building her pleasure gradually. There's no rush this time. No desperate need to make her cum quickly so she can have relief. You can take your time, can tease and explore and enjoy every moment.

She seems to sense the same thing because even though she's clearly getting worked up, she's not frantically chasing her orgasm the way she used to. She's savoring it, letting the pleasure build slowly. Her mouth returns to your cock and she sets a steady rhythm, taking you deep on each downstroke, her tongue working the underside of your shaft.

The position means you're both completely focused on giving pleasure to the other, unable to see faces or make eye contact, just lost in sensation. You can feel everything - the weight of her body on top of yours, the softness of her thighs framing your head, the wet heat of her pussy on your mouth. And you know she's feeling similar things - your cock stretching her lips, your hands gripping her ass, your tongue working between her legs.

Your tongue finds her clit again and you suck hard while simultaneously pushing two fingers inside her pussy. The combination makes her cry out, her thighs trembling on either side of your head. You curl your fingers to hit her g-spot and she practically collapses forward, having to brace herself with one hand on the bed while the other keeps working your cock.

"Too good," she whimpers. "Daddy, that's so good, don't stop."

You don't, just keep the steady pressure on her g-spot while your tongue flicks rapidly over her clit. Her pussy is getting wetter, practically dripping on your face now, and you can feel the telltale fluttering that means she's getting close. But you deliberately slow down slightly, not wanting to push her over yet, wanting to draw this out.

She seems frustrated by your teasing because she doubles down on sucking your cock, taking you as deep as she can manage and swallowing around the head. The sensation is intense enough to make your hips buck up involuntarily, pushing deeper, and she takes it, her throat working around you.

You increase the intensity gradually, your tongue moving faster against her clit while your fingers pump inside her with more purpose. The rhythm is deliberate and focused, designed to push her steadily toward the edge. Her thighs are trembling more noticeably now, squeezing against your head, and you can feel the tension building in her whole body.

Choerry responds by sucking your cock harder, taking you deeper, like she's trying to match your intensity. Her head bobs faster, and you can feel the wet slide of her lips and tongue working you with increasing desperation. Drool is running down your shaft in steady streams, coating your balls, making everything slippery and obscene. The wet gagging sounds she makes when you hit the back of her throat are driving you crazy, but you maintain your focus on her pleasure.

Your free hand comes up to spank her ass, not too hard but enough to make her jerk and moan around your cock. The vibration feels incredible, and you do it again, watching the pale skin of her ass turn pink under your palm. She loves it, grinding her pussy harder against your face, essentially fucking herself on your fingers and tongue.

"Close," she mumbles around your cock. "Daddy, I'm getting close."

You don't respond verbally, just seal your lips around her clit and suck hard while curling your fingers to press firmly against her g-spot. The combination has her crying out, her whole body going rigid above you. Her mouth pulls off your cock as she loses the ability to focus on anything except the pleasure building between her legs.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she chants, her hand still stroking your spit-slicked shaft but with no real coordination anymore. "Right there, don't stop, please don't stop."

You don't. You maintain exactly the same pressure, the same rhythm, giving her exactly what she needs. Your other hand grips her ass hard, holding her in place even as her hips start bucking erratically. She's grinding against your face shamelessly now, chasing her orgasm with single-minded focus.

Her pussy is absolutely drenched, arousal coating your fingers and dripping down your wrist. You can feel the way her walls are fluttering around your digits, can feel how swollen and sensitive her clit is under your tongue. She's right on the edge, teetering there, and you push her over by adding a third finger, stretching her wider, filling her more completely.

"Daddy!" she screams, and then she's cumming.

Her orgasm crashes through her with devastating force. Her pussy clamps down on your fingers like a vice, pulsing rhythmically, and you feel the gush of fluid that signals she's squirting. It sprays across your face and chin, warm and slick, soaking you. You don't stop working her through it, your tongue still flicking her clit, your fingers still curled against that perfect spot inside her.

Choerry is shaking violently, her whole body convulsing with the intensity of her release. More fluid gushes from her, coating your face and running down your neck. She's making these high breathless sounds, almost sobs, completely lost in sensation. Her hand has abandoned your cock entirely, both hands now braced on the bed as she tries to hold herself up through the waves of pleasure.

"Too much, too sensitive," she finally gasps, trying to pull away, but you hold her in place with the hand on her ass.

You gentle your touch, slowing your tongue and easing the pressure of your fingers, but you don't stop completely. You work her through the aftershocks, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible. Every time you think she's done, another small tremor runs through her and her pussy clenches again, releasing another trickle of fluid.

Finally, when she's whimpering and twitching from overstimulation, you release her clit and slowly withdraw your fingers. Her pussy is red and swollen, visibly pulsing, absolutely soaked. You press soft kisses to her inner thighs while she catches her breath, feeling the way her muscles are still twitching under your lips.

"Holy shit," she pants. "That was... fuck, Daddy."

You're completely drenched, your face and neck covered in her release, but you don't care. Watching her fall apart like that, knowing you gave her that kind of pleasure, is worth any amount of mess. Your cock is throbbing, still rock hard and desperate for attention, but seeing her satisfied takes priority.

After a moment Choerry shifts, lifting herself off your face. You finally get a clear breath of air that doesn't taste like her pussy, and you wipe your face with the back of your hand, though it doesn't do much good. She's still facing away from you, and you watch as she moves backward, crawling down your body until her ass is hovering over your hips.

Her hand reaches down between her legs to wrap around your cock, and the touch makes you groan. She strokes you a few times, spreading the saliva coating your shaft, then positions you at her entrance. You can feel the heat of her pussy radiating against your sensitive head, can feel how wet she still is dripping onto you.

"Need you inside me," she says. "Need to feel you while I'm still sensitive."

Slowly, torturously slowly, she starts to sink down. Her pussy is so slick from her orgasm that despite how tight she is, you slide in easily. The angle is different in reverse cowgirl, and you can see everything - your cock disappearing inch by inch into her pink pussy, the way her lips stretch around your girth, the curve of her ass and her spine above.

She takes you gradually, pausing occasionally to adjust to the fullness, making these soft whimpering sounds as you stretch her. When she's about halfway down she pauses, breathing hard, and you can see her thighs trembling from the effort of holding herself up.

"Take your time," you tell her, your hands coming to rest on her hips, steadying her but not forcing her down. "We're not in a rush."

She nods and continues sinking, and you watch mesmerized as more of your cock disappears inside her body. The sight of it never gets old - watching her pussy swallow you, watching the way she takes every inch like she was made for it. And now she's pregnant with your baby, her body already changing in ways too subtle to see, and somehow that makes everything even more intense.

Finally, after what feels like forever, she's fully seated on your cock. Her ass is resting against your thighs, and you're buried completely inside her. You can feel every pulse and flutter of her oversensitive walls, can feel how full she is of you. She sits there for a long moment, just adjusting, getting used to the angle and the depth.

"So deep like this," she whimpers, her hands coming to rest on your thighs behind her for balance. "Feel you everywhere, Daddy."

"You feel perfect," you tell her honestly, your hands sliding from her hips to her ass, squeezing gently. "So fucking perfect wrapped around my cock."

She starts to move, lifting herself slowly and then sinking back down. The first few movements are tentative, experimental, finding her rhythm. But gradually she gains confidence, rising higher before dropping back down, taking you faster. Her ass bounces with each movement, the sight hypnotic, and you can't look away from where you're joined.

This is different from the desperate breeding sessions, different from the frantic need that used to drive her. This is Choerry riding your cock just because she wants to, just because it feels good. She's yours, pregnant with your baby, and she still wants you. Not because her body demands it, but because she chooses it.

The visual is obscene. Her pussy lips grip your shaft as she rises, dragging along your length, glistening with her arousal. When she drops back down you disappear inside her completely, her ass meeting your thighs with a satisfying slap. The rhythm she establishes is steady and deliberate, not frantic like it used to be. She's savoring it, taking her time, riding you for the pure pleasure of it.

"Your ass looks amazing like this," you tell her, your hands sliding from her hips to properly cup her cheeks. The flesh is firm but soft enough to squeeze, and you knead it appreciatively while she continues moving.

"Yeah?" she asks breathlessly, looking back at you over her shoulder. Her face is flushed, her lips parted, and there's a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You like watching me ride you like this?"

"Love it," you confirm, giving her ass a light slap that makes her gasp and clench around you. "Love watching my cock disappear inside you. Love watching your perfect ass bounce."

She bites her lip and turns back around, but she starts putting more effort into it, clearly pleased by your praise. She rises higher now, until just the head of your cock remains inside her, then slams herself back down with more force. The impact sends ripples through her ass and the sound echoes through the room - skin on skin, wet and obscene.

Your hands explore while she rides you, sliding from her ass up her back, tracing the line of her spine. Her skin is warm and starting to get damp with sweat from the exertion. You can feel her muscles working beneath your palms, can feel the tension and release as she lifts and drops. She's in incredible shape, her body strong and controlled even as she's taking her pleasure.

"Touch yourself," you suggest, wanting to see her completely lost in it. "Play with your clit while you ride me."

Choerry moans at the suggestion and one of her hands immediately leaves your thigh to slide between her legs. You can't see exactly what she's doing from this angle but you can feel the effect - the way she clenches around you when she makes contact with her sensitive clit, the way her rhythm falters slightly as the added stimulation overwhelms her for a moment.

"Oh god," she whimpers, her hips starting to roll in addition to the up and down motion. "Feels so good, Daddy. Your cock feels so good inside me."

The combination of movements - bouncing and grinding - creates different sensations with each stroke. Sometimes she's riding you fast and hard, sometimes she's grinding down deep and swirling her hips, and the variety is incredible. You never know what she's going to do next, and your cock throbs inside her with each new angle she discovers.

You let one hand slide down from her back to where you're joined, your fingers spreading her ass cheeks so you can watch more clearly. Her pussy is stretched so beautifully around your cock, her pink walls clinging to you, and every time she rises you can see your shaft coated in her arousal. The sight is hypnotic, pornographic, absolutely perfect.

"You take me so well," you praise, your thumb trailing down toward her asshole. You don't push inside, just circle the tight ring, feeling how it clenches at your touch. "Such a good girl, riding Daddy's cock."

"Your good girl," she agrees breathlessly, her movements becoming more erratic as her pleasure builds. "Always want to be your good girl."

The thumb circling her ass presses just slightly, not breaching but adding pressure, and she cries out. Her pussy spasms around your cock and she grinds down hard, taking you as deep as possible. Her fingers on her clit must be working frantically now because she's shaking, making these desperate little sounds.

"That's it," you encourage, your other hand gripping her hip to help guide her movements. "Take what you need. Use my cock however you want."

She does, abandoning any semblance of rhythm to just chase sensation. Sometimes she's bouncing fast, her ass slapping against your thighs. Sometimes she's grinding in slow circles, your cock buried deep while she works her clit. Sometimes she's barely moving at all, just clenching her pussy around you rhythmically while she touches herself.

You thrust up slightly to meet her movements, adding your own force to her downward motion, and the increased impact makes her moan louder. Your hands are all over her - squeezing her ass, gripping her hips, sliding up to her waist. You can feel how her breathing is getting more ragged, can feel the tension building in her body.

"So close already," she admits. "Still so sensitive from before. Gonna cum again, Daddy."

"Not yet," you tell her, and your hands on her hips slow her movement. "Want to feel you like this longer. Don't rush it."

She whimpers in frustration but obeys, forcing herself to slow down even though her body is clearly desperate to race toward release. The way she's trembling, the way her pussy keeps clenching involuntarily, tells you she's fighting hard against her instincts.

"Good girl," you praise. "That's my good girl, doing what Daddy says."

The praise helps, you can feel her relax slightly into the slower rhythm. She's still taking you deep, still moving her hips in ways that feel incredible, but it's more controlled now. More deliberate. She's building her pleasure gradually instead of sprinting toward it, and you can tell from her soft moans that it's making everything more intense.

Your hands slide up her back to her shoulders, and you pull her back slightly so she's leaning more against you. The angle change pushes your cock even deeper, hitting different spots inside her, and she gasps. You're not fully sitting up, still mostly lying down, but you have better leverage like this. You can thrust up into her while pulling her down, meeting in the middle with satisfying force.

"Yes, like that," she encourages, her head falling back. "Use me, Daddy. Fuck me from below."

You do, establishing a powerful rhythm where you're doing most of the work now, driving up into her while she takes it. Her hands brace on your thighs, giving her stability, and she's practically just holding herself in position while you fuck her. The shift in dynamic is hot, going from her using you to you using her, and she's clearly into it based on how loud her moans are getting.

Her arousal is coating both of you, running down to soak your balls and the sheets beneath, making everything slippery and messy in the best way. "Please," she finally begs. "Please can I cum? Need it so bad, Daddy, please let me cum on your cock."

"Not yet," you tell her, and she makes a wounded sound. "Want to feel you fall apart. Want to draw this out until you can't take it anymore."

"I can't take it now," she protests, but her body obeys even as she complains, still taking your cock, still holding back her release.

"You can," you assure her. "You can take whatever I give you. That's what good girls do.”

You keep the pace relentless, thrusting up into her with powerful strokes while she struggles to hold back her orgasm. Every time you drive deep you can feel her pussy trying to clench and pull you deeper, her body fighting against her will to obey you. Her thighs are shaking uncontrollably now, her whole body trembling with the effort of restraint.

"Daddy, please," she whimpers again, more desperately this time. "I'm trying so hard but I can't, I need to cum, please."

"Tell me how it feels," you command, your fingers digging into her hips as you pull her down harder onto your upward thrusts. "Tell me exactly what my cock is doing to you."

"Stretching me so good," she gasps out. "So deep inside me, hitting everything, filling me up completely. Can feel you in my stomach, Daddy, so fucking deep. Every time you thrust up it's like you're pushing into my womb."

The dirty talk spurs you on and you increase your pace, really pounding into her now from below. The force of your thrusts is enough to lift her slightly, her knees leaving the mattress for just a moment before she crashes back down. Her ass is bouncing wildly, the flesh jiggling with each impact, and you can't tear your eyes away from it.

"More," you demand. "Tell me what you need."

"Need to cum on your cock," she sobs. "Need to feel you so deep when I let go, need my pussy to squeeze you while I fall apart. Please Daddy, I've been so good, I've waited like you told me, please let me cum."

Her begging is affecting you too, your own control starting to slip as your cock throbs inside her. But you hold on, wanting to push her just a little further, wanting her completely desperate before you give permission.

"Touch your clit harder," you tell her. "Rub it exactly how you need to. But don't you dare cum until I say."

She makes a strangled sound but obeys, her fingers working frantically between her legs. You can feel the vibrations of her touch through the thin wall separating her clit from where your cock is buried inside her. It adds sensation for both of you, and her pussy starts fluttering more intensely around your shaft.

"Can't hold it," she warns. "Daddy, I'm trying but I can't, it's too much, I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," you growl, even though you can feel how close she is. Her pussy is pulsing irregularly, her whole body wound impossibly tight. "Just a little longer, baby. Show me how good you can be."

"Please, please, please," she's chanting now. Sweat is running down her back, her muscles straining. She's bouncing on your cock almost violently now, taking you so hard and fast it borders on painful for both of you. But neither of you wants to stop, both caught in the intensity of it.

You reach around with one hand to feel where you're joined, your fingers sliding through the mess of her arousal coating everything. You can feel your cock pistoning in and out of her, can feel how stretched she is around you, can feel her clit hard and swollen under her frantic fingers. The sensory overload is incredible.

"Such a good girl," you finally say. "Taking everything I give you. Waiting so patiently." You thrust up particularly hard and she screams. "Cum for me, Choerry. Cum all over Daddy's cock right now."

The permission unleashes something in her. Her orgasm hits instantly and with devastating force, like she'd been holding it back by sheer willpower and the dam finally broke. Her pussy clamps down on your cock so hard it's almost painful, and then you feel it: the gush of fluid that signals she's squirting.

It sprays everywhere, soaking your thighs and stomach, running down your balls, absolutely drenching you both. She's still bouncing on your cock, unable to stop moving even as she comes apart, and every impact forces out more fluid.

"Yes, that's it," you encourage, continuing to thrust up into her through her orgasm. "Give it all to me, good girl. Squirt all over my cock."

She does, wave after wave of it, more than you've ever seen from her. It seems endless, her body wringing out every drop while her pussy spasms uncontrollably around you. Her fingers have stopped moving on her clit, too overwhelmed to continue, but her body keeps shaking through aftershock after aftershock.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she sobs, and you're not even sure she knows she's speaking. She's completely lost in it, beyond words or conscious thought, just pure sensation.

You slow your movements gradually, helping her ride it out, but you don't stop completely. Even as her squirting subsides to a trickle, even as her screams fade to whimpers, you keep thrusting gently, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible. Her pussy is still clenching rhythmically, still pulsing around your cock, and you can feel every flutter.

Finally, after what feels like minutes but is probably less, she collapses forward. She catches herself with her hands on the mattress, breathing so hard she sounds like she might pass out. Her whole body is trembling, aftershocks still rolling through her, and when you look down you can see her thighs are soaked, arousal and release running down them in streams.

"Holy fuck," she manages eventually. "That was... I've never... fuck."

You slide your hands up her back, soothing, helping her come down from the intensity. Your cock is still buried inside her, still hard, throbbing with your own need but willing to wait. She needs a moment to recover from that, and you're patient enough to give it to her.

After a minute of just breathing, trying to get herself back under control, she slowly lifts herself off your cock. You slip free with a wet sound and more fluid leaks from her pussy, adding to the mess coating both of you. She practically collapses onto the bed beside you, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes.

"You okay?" you ask, genuine concern mixing with satisfaction at how thoroughly you've wrecked her.

"So okay," she breathes, a blissed-out smile spreading across her face. "So, so okay. That was incredible."

You lean over and kiss her, soft and sweet, tasting yourself on her lips from earlier. She kisses back lazily, still too dazed to put much effort into it, but the affection is clear. When you pull back she's looking at you with such open adoration it makes you smile.

"We're not done though," you tell her, and her eyes widen slightly.

"I don't know if I can handle more," she admits.

"You can," you assure her. "I know you can."

You help guide her onto her stomach, arranging her so she's lying flat on the mattress with her face turned to the side. Her ass is raised slightly just from the natural curve of her body, and the position makes her look absolutely delectable. You kneel beside her, your hands immediately going to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.

Your cock throbs with need, eager to be back inside her, and you position yourself properly between her legs. You spread her cheeks wider, admiring the view, then guide your cock to her entrance.

"Ready for more?" you ask, the head of your cock pressing against her opening but not pushing in yet.

She nods against the mattress, her hands clutching the sheets. "Always ready for you, Daddy," she murmurs. "Use me however you want.”

You push inside her in one smooth thrust, burying yourself completely in her still-sensitive pussy. The angle of this position is different, tighter somehow, and the way she's lying flat means you can get incredibly deep. Choerry moans into the mattress, her fingers clutching the sheets as you fill her up.

"Fuck, you're so tight like this," you groan, your hands still gripping her ass cheeks to keep them spread. The visual is perfect - your cock buried in her pussy, her body spread out beneath you, completely at your mercy.

You start moving, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with force. The prone position means she can't move much, can't participate the way she could when riding you. She's just there to take it, to be used, and from the sounds she's making she fucking loves it. Her pussy is still so wet from her orgasm that every thrust makes obscene squelching sounds, and you can feel her arousal coating your shaft and balls.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpers, voice muffled by the mattress. "Use me, fuck me, take what you need."

You do exactly that, setting a brutal pace right from the start. Your hips slap against her ass with each thrust, the sound echoing through the room along with her moans. You're not holding back now, not teasing or drawing anything out. You're fucking her with single-minded intensity, chasing your own release after holding back for so long.

Your weight presses her into the mattress, pinning her down, and she makes these gorgeous helpless sounds. Her pussy is clenching around you with every thrust, still sensitive from cumming so hard, and the stimulation is almost too much for her. But she takes it, takes everything you give her, her body yielding to yours completely.

"Such a good girl," you grunt, leaning forward to press kisses along her spine. "Taking my cock so well. Letting me use this perfect pussy."

"Yours," she gasps. "My pussy is yours, Daddy. Always yours."

You fuck her harder, deeper, your fingers digging into her ass hard enough to leave marks. She's going to be sore tomorrow, going to feel this for days, and the knowledge makes you thrust even more forcefully. You want to mark her, claim her, make sure she remembers exactly who she belongs to.

Your hands slide from her ass to her hips, gripping tight so you can pull her back to meet your thrusts. The impact is harder this way, your cock driving so deep you're hitting her cervix with every stroke. She's crying out with each one, the sound somewhere between pleasure and pain, but her pussy keeps clenching around you like she never wants you to stop.

"Gonna fill you up," you tell her, feeling your orgasm starting to build. "Gonna pump you full of cum, fill my pregnant girl's pussy."

"Please," she begs. "Want your cum so bad, Daddy. Need to feel it inside me."

You lean down further, covering her body with yours, your chest pressed against her back. The position lets you get even deeper, lets you really grind into her, and she's practically screaming now. Your face is beside hers, and you can see the tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity, can see how completely wrecked she looks.

"Love fucking you like this," you growl in her ear. "Love how you just take it, love how your pussy grips me, love everything about you."

Your rhythm is getting erratic now, your thrusts less controlled as your orgasm approaches. You're grunting with effort, slamming into her with everything you have, and she's just lying there taking it all, sobbing with pleasure. Her pussy is spasming around you, fluttering constantly, and you can tell she's getting close to cumming again despite how recently she came.

"Cum with me," you command. "Want to feel you cum on my cock when I fill you up."

"Yes, yes, gonna cum," she whimpers. "So close, Daddy, so close."

You reach under her to find her clit, rubbing it roughly, and that's all it takes. Her pussy clamps down on you like a vice and she screams into the mattress, her whole body going rigid beneath you. The feeling of her cumming around your cock pushes you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits hard and you bury yourself as deep as physically possible, grinding against her cervix as your cock starts pulsing. The first spurt of cum shoots directly into her womb and you groan loudly, your whole body shaking with the intensity. You keep cumming, rope after thick rope flooding her pussy, more than you've cum in days because you've been saving it all for this moment.

"Fuck, Choerry," you groan, your hips jerking with each pulse. "Taking all my cum, good girl, take everything."

She's whimpering beneath you, her pussy milking you, trying to pull every drop deeper. You feel like you're cumming forever, emptying everything you have into her willing body. Even when you think you're done, your cock gives another few weak pulses, making sure she gets absolutely everything.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your orgasm subsides and you collapse on top of her. You're both breathing hard, covered in sweat, completely spent. Your cock is still inside her, softening slowly, and you can feel your cum starting to leak out around your shaft despite how deep you are.

After a minute you carefully pull out and roll off her, lying on your back beside her on the bed. Choerry stays where she is for a moment, face down, cum leaking from her pussy to soak the sheets. Then slowly she turns onto her side to face you, a satisfied smile on her flushed face.

You both just lie there for a while, catching your breath, coming down from the intensity. Eventually Choerry reaches out and takes your hand, lacing your fingers together.

"You know," she says quietly. "Before, with my hormones all messed up, I couldn't think straight about things. Everything was just... desperate and urgent and overwhelming."

You turn your head to look at her. "And now?"

"Now I can see things more clearly," she says, meeting your eyes. "Without all that biological screaming drowning everything else out."

"Is there anything you're noticing that you weren't able to notice before?" you ask, suddenly nervous about where this is going.

She's quiet for a moment, her thumb rubbing over your knuckles. Then she smiles, soft and genuine and a little vulnerable. "Yeah," she says. "I'm noticing that I love you."

Your breath catches. Of all the things you expected her to say, that wasn't it. "Choerry..."

"I'm not saying it because you got me pregnant or because you've been helping me," she continues, squeezing your hand. "I mean, I'm grateful for all that, obviously. But that's not why." She shifts closer, her free hand coming to rest on your chest. "I love you because you're kind and patient and you make me laugh. I love how you take care of me, how you never made me feel broken or wrong for what I was going through. I love that you see me, not just my body or what I needed from you."

"I..." You're not sure what to say, how to respond to something this huge.

"You don't have to say it back," she says quickly. "I'm not trying to pressure you or make things complicated. I just... wanted you to know. Now that my head is clear enough to know what I'm feeling."

"I love you too," you hear yourself say, and it feels right. Scary and huge and right.

Her smile goes brilliant. She leans in and kisses you, soft and sweet, nothing like the desperate kisses from before. This one is tender, full of emotion, sealing this new understanding between you.

When she pulls back she cuddles into your side, her head on your chest, your arm wrapping around her to hold her close. Your other hand comes to rest on her still-flat stomach, where your baby is growing.

"This got really complicated, huh?" she murmurs, sounding amused rather than worried.

"Yeah," you agree. "But maybe that's okay. We'll figure it out."

"We will," she says with confidence. "The three of us. You, me, and Lip. We're family now, right? Weird, unconventional, probably-going-to-confuse-everyone family. But family."

"Family," you echo, and the word feels good. Feels right.

She yawns, exhaustion finally catching up with her. "Can I stay here tonight? I'm too tired to go home."

"Of course," you tell her, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Stay as long as you want."

Within minutes her breathing evens out and she's asleep, safe and satisfied in your arms.

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Pressure - ARTMS Choerry

Beep beep beep

Choerry checks the thermometer and calls out from bed.

"Oppa?"

"Yeah?"

"My temperature went up."

"And you sure it's not a fever?" You sit by Choerry, feeling her forehead.

"No silly." She pulls your hand from her forehead to her tummy. "The heat's here."

There it is, Choerry's not so subtle pressure for you to put a baby in her. Every month she checks her temperature, and she knows exactly when to turn the heat up on you, so to speak. She's doing it right now, her shorts and top barely hanging on to her, so loose you could yank it off her if you're not careful, which is exactly what she wants. You don't help your own case either, allowing her to pull you into bed easily.

"You know... It is my birthday this weekend."

"I know, and we have a birthday dinner for two booked at that very fancy restaurant you've always wanted to go to." You pull her in for a kiss and Choerry swings a leg across you, but you push it off gently. "It wouldn't do to be late."

"Mmmm we can just cancel can't we? I'd rather be late for something else." Even when playful Choerry exerts pressure.

"No, it's fully prepaid, and let me tell you it is not cheap."

"Fine... But I'm going to want a present for dessert."

Once she's out of bed Choerry is back to her cheerful sunny self, and she is an absolute joy to be around for the dinner, happily celebrating and smiling at the staff, thanking them graciously for the good food and service as the two of you left.

"Oppa, I think I'm drunk..." Choerry sighs as the two of you return, dropping her handbag on the table. The pressure campaign begins anew.

"You had one glass of wine."

"Regardless..." She sighs theaterically again, letting a strap slip off her dress. The passive pressure, specifically the fact that Choerry looks delicious at all hours, begins to weigh on you, especially with the glass of wine you also had. "Can you take me to bed oppa?"

You carry Choerry to the bedroom, and as soon as you put her down on the bed she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you over her.

"Choerry wants her dessert."

"Do you want it that badly?"

"Don't you?" She shrugs her arm out of the other strap, finger playfully pulling her dress down just a little, as if pressuring you to rip it further down. "It's my birthday, don't you want to celebrate another one nine months from now?"

"I wouldn't mind celebrating another one this year." You pause. "Well, other than my own." Choerry can't help but giggle.

"Don't think too much oppa." She pouts cutely above, even as her hands being to pull down your shorts below. "Choerry's going to be upset if you don't give her her dessert."

Minutes later it's Choerry's turn to feel the pressure, and it is wonderful, the pressure of your body pressing on top of her, and of your cock pressing against her womb. You're shoved deep inside her, making her feel utterly filled as you stretch her to the point of whimpering. You grind your tip against her entrance, and Choerry groans, huffing as if bearing the pressure directly.

"Is this where you want your dessert?"

"Yes, oh god you're so deep inside me, I love that you get so deep, so thick and long and raw— Ah!" Choerry in bed is as sexy and filthy as she is happy and joyful out of it. You hug her tighter, feeling her stiff nipples rub against your chest, her legs wrapping around your hips urging you to move. Her dress is still bunched around her soon-to-be swelling midriff—Choerry's so needy she couldn't even get naked to be bred.

"So tight Choerry!" She's clenching around you hard, but the pressure hasn't built to it's highest point yet, to when Choerry loses control and starts making your mind melt with how she hard she milks you. But she's not far off, and maybe because she's fertile but it feels even better thrusting into her hot wetness. "I don't think I can pull out."

That does it for Choerry, juicy thighs squeezing against your sides—she's begging you not to pull out, urging you to blast her tight little belly full of cum until she feels the pressure of it pushing outwards from her tummy. Every thrust pushes against her cervix, as if to pressure her womb to get bred, and Choerry withstands it for now, holding back as she feels you throb and swell and—

"Oppa!" With a shriek it all breaks for Choerry, and her entire body tightens around you suffocatingly. Your mind turns to mush as her pussy milking your cock erratically sends the "breed" signal straight up your spine, and you unload your entire reserve of cum into Choerry, splattering her egg with all the pent up pressure you have—pressure from your parents, pressure from her parents, pressure from Choerry looking so breedable all the damn time, pressure from Choerry begging for it whenever she's fertile, and most importantly, pressure from yourself to let go and knock her up like everyone (yourself included) wants you to.

Your groan is a long drawn out rumble as ropes and ropes of cum leave you, draining you completely while you push and clench and thrust slowly, forcing every chance to knock Choerry up into her. She's moaning hoarsely, as if her breathing's not quite right with how filled up she is, insides pushed out of place with how much pressure you just put into her.

"It's so good, so so good... Thank you for the birthday present oppa..." Choerry's in a bit of a daze, and you hug her tightly until she gently taps your shoulder, lightly pushing you off. You slip out of her, but to your surprise nothing's leaking out of her at all. You look up to see Choerry's focused face—she's flexing her muscles, trying to keep all of it in her!

"Nngh don't!" You spread her cum-filled pussy slightly, but Choerry still manages to keep it in. A little rub of her clit is her undoing however, as one pleasurable spasm later a veritable plug of thick seed surges out of her.

"Nooo oppa!" She's back to her cute self, blushing as you watch your load continue to flow out of her.

"Sorry, I have your favorite cake in the fridge for dessert, but first..." You swipe a bit of the cum with your finger, and paint a line across Choerry's cheek. She pouts but sticks out her lips, and you give her a peck.

"Happy birthday love."

A/N: Something quick and dirty for a particular Choerry lover XD Based loosely on her song Pressure, but I wanted to see how many times I could use the word too lol, thanks for reading!