Another story (while I'm still working on stuff)

REALITY ESTATE

By Wyrdey

Setting yourself up against me when you have so much that I want is stupid, of course, but it's also so often fun.

Fun for me, that is.

His reaction when I appeared in his living room was about average. You get used to these things pretty soon.

The mixture of disbelief and anger. The instinctive violation of someone being suddenly and unexpectedly in your house temporarily overriding your fear at the impossibility of their abrupt materialisation.

'You!... What the fuck...'

'How? Who?'

That last, deeply intelligent and insightful comment was from his delicious young trophy wife. One look at her at it became clear that deeply intelligent and insightful remarks were not something she'd ever really needed to master to attract wealthy male attention.

I decided I liked her. 

'What are you doing here? And how...?'

His wife, her strategic state of decorative underdress hinting at the plans I'd just interrupted, turned to her husband. 'Do you know this man?'

'Of course he does', I told her in a patronising tone. '... And you know what I'm here for too.'

They stared at me for just a second. Him red-faced, fists clenched. Her wide-eyed with confusion, her bosom heaving most visibly.

Oh how I love that last moment before the game really begins.

'...I'm here to fuck your husband'

A moment of silence. 

You could see his mental calculations of the quickest way that I could be ejected - calculations that were rather derailed by...

'Oh, of course' she said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

It was, now.

He spun around. 'What!?!' he demanded in disbelief, his face even redder than it had been a moment earlier. 

'He's here to fuck you, darling. Fuck you hard until you squeal for his jizz and cum like the little bitch that you are'

She blinked with the oddity of having to explain it to him.

I smiled at her. 'And I'd like YOU to help', I told her in the manner of an indulgent uncle.

'Oh, okay' she said, adjusting her lacy top minutely. 'What do I need to do?'

He was sputtering now. Actually literally sputtering.

'Well, look at him', I gestured. 'He's hardly ready, is he? I'm going to give you - yes, YOU! (Another little indulgent uncle wink) - the power to fix that.'

He was truly furious now. He'd completely forgotten the unusual method of my arrival in his rage at THIS!: His new wife and his irritant conspiring in some kind of sick joke at his expense? That was NOT the kind of thing that a man in his position would EVER tolerate.

He leapt to his feet. 

She examined him distantly.

'So,' I continued, talking like a teacher with a very young and not particularly bright student. 'What needs to change first?'

The disbelief that she was somehow still going along with this warred on his face with his fury as she looked him up and down.

'Well,' she replied a bit hesitantly, 'He IS old enough to be your father...'

'So... You're going to make him younger?' I prompted.

She considered and came to a decision.

... He reached for my collar...

'Yes', she eventually said with a quick nod. 'Maybe forty years younger?'

... He stopped reaching for my collar...

His expression was priceless. Hers was neutral interest.

His clothes were suddenly so loose. He made a little noise as he shriveled... And also unshriveled.

Under normal circumstances he probably would have been glad that his baldspot was so quickly gone. His little paunch. His crowsfeet. His... Well, maybe not his grey hair - not entirely - he had a bit of a 'silver fox' thing going on.

This marriage was clearly mostly about money, but not entirely.

Actually, it was kind of starting to look like he might have been a late bloomer. 

His pants fell around his ankles. His muscles were gone, his acne was back.

The gawky little teenager gaped at himself. His wife laughed.

'Oh dear', she said.

He tried to say something back but his voice broke and he stopped in horror.

His squeaks went well with his bumfluff. 

'A good start', I told wifey approvingly. She looked pleased. '... But you need to understand: it's not just him changing, it's all of reality.

Look!'

I nodded towards a large and clearly newly-installed picture on their wall: her radiant and model-perfect in her flowing cream gown, standing beside a snot-nosed teenager struggling to hold up his pants.

'Oh my!' she said, clutching at her head, startled at the rush of new memories.

The shock. The scandal. The talk of her abrupt marriage to a boy who hadn't even yet finished highschool.

Their wedding night had been QUITE a disappointment...

His eyes were wide enough that it was clear he could now remember it too. 

'I... What...' he tried again in his squeaky, tremulous voice.

I cut him off smoothly. 'What can you do to fix this?' I asked her. 

She bit her lip and looked at me. You could tell that that look was how she herself had graduated from highschool.

'... Why else would a young man live all alone with an older woman?' I prompted.

She did the look again.

I didn't help her.

The boy in question tried and failed to be heard again. 

She looked quickly between him and me. 'Um... If... If they were family?' 

I nodded encouragingly.

'...Um... Like if... Like if she was his mother and...'

She stopped and gasped, her eyes bulging.

This was better than I could have dreamed.

She changed a bit. A few years, a few extra stress lines, some still visible but long-faded stretch marks...

The memories were more of a change.

Being knocked up so very, very young by her very first boyfriend... His winning the lottery before flaking out and vanishing... The legal battles to claim half... The stresses of single motherhood... Buying this place after the money from that prick FINALLY came through...

She gasped again.

He changed more. 

He changed genetically. He looked a lot like her now... As a boy should look a bit like his mother. She had clearly been a stunner early on and attracted a pretty boy admirer. You could see him too.

He made a little shriek. 

He looked like a different person. Sounded like a different person.

Technically WAS a different person.

'Jessica!' he said, more melodically than before. 'You're... You're my... You're my mother.

YOU'RE MY MOTHER!'

He had clearly followed after her in intelligence as well.

I looked at the two of them still gawping at each other and gave a little appreciative clap. 

'Well done!' I said, 'VERY well done!... But he's still not finished, is he Jessica?'

I knew her name now.

Stereotypes will never cease.

She stared at me blankly for a second, then remembered her responsibilities.

'Oh!', she said with a start, blushing slightly at having temporarily forgotten something as important as turning her husband into a stranger's perfect little fucktoy.

'... Um... Okay... Since I suppose you're straight?'

I nodded.

'... Um... Well then I suppose it would be better if...'

He saw it.

'Jessica! No!!!' he wailed.

It was too late though.

'... If I had a daughter instead'

His shriek of horror was really perfectly timed. The pitch raised dramatically. And informatively.

It was faster and less of a fuss than you'd probably expect. It usually is.

Little feminine hands flew to all the places you'd expect and a long, girlish scream filled the room.

One hand between legs, another mashed hard into the area where a perky nipple poked through a baggy male shirt.

Head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth wide with her scream.

I bet her pretty little head was filled with new memories of people telling her that she was the spitting image of her mother.

They were being kind.

Oh, she wasn't bad at all, but you could see that Jessica's lusciousness had been a bit diluted. Or she'd been another late bloomer. 

Possibly both.

Jessica was really laughing now.

'Graham!' she eventually managed to get out. 'Stop that!... Oh! "Graham" - that's a strange name for a teenage girl'

She looked at me again.

'... Um... That's why it's...'

I saw her lips unconsciously repeat "Fucktoy name... Fucktoy name...' as she tried to think of a better one.

'Mommy!' Graham whined.

'Chastity?' Jessica finished

'Mommy!' Chastity whined.

I rolled it around in my mind. 'Chastity... Chastity... Do YOU like your name, Chastity?'

Chastity was silently shaking her head. Maybe that was a no.

'Answer him, sweetie!' Jessica cut in.

'No!' Chastity whined again. She was good at it, you could tell.

She still had quite a way to go.

She looked annoyed and startled, both by all of the new memories and her inability to keep her pretty mouth shut.

'... All the boys... They... They call me "Chastitties"...'

Jessica and I had a nice little laugh at that.

'They're just being mean, baby' Jessica eventually said. 'You're like mama - you developed early but you never got especially big.'

'Really?' I asked lightly.

'Oh yes - my little girl's big by highschool standards, but despite her name she's hardly a stripper.

Show him, baby'

Chastity was as snottily outraged as any teen girl would be by that request.

'No, Mommy! I...', and then she realised that her arms had instantly obeyed without consulting her and she was now standing completely naked before us both.

She spent a comically long time glancing quickly and in horrified disbelief between me and her own bare figure before clutching madly at her crotch and bosoms.

She opened her mouth wide and another scream was clearly imminent when...

'Oh, stop that, Chastity dear. I think we're both tired of your screaming AND not being able to fully appreciate your luscious little boobies.'

At Jessica's command, her mouth slammed shut and her hands flew to her sides. 

She looked a bit overwhelmed by it all. I don't suppose I can blame her.

I pondered her nude body for a very long time, mostly because I appreciated the constantly-rising blush in her cheeks the longer I looked.

Jessica was right - she had a good figure for a teen... Far from great, but if she'd developed it a few years back, then she certainly would have been the toast of the boys.

Her breasts were high and perky rather than wobbly and huge, nicely-shaped with pink well-developed nipples.

'You know...' I said, distractedly, 'I'm actually not sure about "Chastity"...'

'Oh, okay... What about Candy?'

'Mommmmmmy!' Candy moaned.

'Oh! Stop whining, dear'

Little Candy's mouth snapped closed again and she went back to silently pushing out her breasts for our inspection.

I inspected away and pondered. 'What clever name do the boys have for you now, Candy?' 

Pouting ferociously, she examined her new memories and:

'Can-Double-Dees'

'Hmmm...'

Jessica was ahead of me: 'Britney?... What do they call you, honeybun?' 

Britney didn't look amused. 'Brit-needs-a-bigger-bra' 

Well, they can't all be winners, I guess.

'Titsy-McMelontits?'

Titsy-McMelontits sighed in irritation. 'They just call me fat'. 

Our laughter probably didn't improve her mood.

'Oh, what about "Missy"?'

'I like it'

'Great! Missy, your name is "Missy" now'

'I know', Missy said with some irritation.

'And...'

'... And the boys call me "Titsy McMelontits"'

Huh.

I turned to Jessica, who was clearly starting to enjoy herself immensely. 

'You said earlier that you developed early but not big...'

Jessica nodded.

I moved my eyes downwards meaningfully.

She followed my gaze. 'Oh, these? They're fake. I got a boob job when I was 21, best decision I ever made... Oh, do you think...? Well of course we should.' 

Missy had gotten distracted from our conversation for a moment.

Bad timing clearly. She peeped as her breasts suddenly exploded in size, their jiggling was quite something to watch

'Ummm...' I said.

'More?'

They exploded up another cup size or two. Missy's eyes were bulging.

'Hmmmm...'

Another two cupsizes. Little Missy's centre of gravity had shifted enough (and was still shifting with each bounce and wobble) that she was fighting to stay upright.

'Mommy! My titties are too big!' she managed to moan out.

Jessica had had enough. 'Missy Titsy McMelontits Britney Candy Chastity Taylor! I've had it up to here with your silly whining! Why, I'm starting to think that you don't even deserve this man sticking his hard throbbing cock in your snatch and filling you up with jizz AT ALL!' 

'GOOD!' Missy exploded, sounding just like the bratty little teen that she was. 'I don't want him to! I never wanted to get fucked in the first place! NEVER EVER NEVER!!!'

Jessica sounded actually annoyed now. 'Young lady! I did not raise you or pay for your huge fake slutty tits for you to be a naughty little cocktease! Of course you want this man to fuck your brains out! You want it more than anything!'

Missy actually stamped her foot. 

'I...'

But then the influence of what had just been said caught up with her.

'...I... I DON'T want him to fuck me. I really don't!'

Naked as she was, it was quite clear as her legs started to clamp together, rubbing around the sudden dampness of her thighs.

'I... I don't want that. I don't!' she repeated, clearly trying to convince herself.

She certainly didn't convince me. I caught her eyes locked onto my crotch, and she blushed furiously as she looked away.

'You know - she is right though...' I commented thoughtfully.

'What?' Jessica asked, startled.

'She's right - her tits ARE too big. Look - the rest of her is pretty-enough high school girl and her titties are world class monsters. 

Look how out of proportion her ass and hips are now'

Jessica looked, she bit her lip as she tried realised that I, naturally enough, had a point.

'So... Should I make her boobies smaller or...' she caught my eye '... No, of course not. Everything else needs to get sexier to match'

Missy's eyes and attention had drifted back to my pants, she was oblivious to everything until the sudden remarkable increase of junk in her trunk made her jump in shock.

Even more of her jiggled than it had before. 

She reached back to squeeze disbelievingly at the globes of her world-class booty, and ended up turning in circles as she tried to get a good look at it.

'... So... Like a porn star with a supermodel face? That's a good fucktoy, right?' Jessica asked.

I shrugged noncommittally, 'Can't go wrong with that, I guess'.

When Missy's thigh gap came in she quite understandably started blushing quite a bit more.

She was a pretty girl for sure, but a certain softness around her thighs had until now kept her pink little pussy rather effectively hidden.

The toning of her body, spreading of her hips, and disappearance of her body hair rather ended that.

She was a wet little girl indeed.

Her girlish prettiness vanished into something infinitely more as her cheekbones sharpened, her face subtly but dramatically shifted, and her figure sculpted and lengthened...

Jessica made a little noise as she surveyed her work.

Her hand had long since started rubbing rather noticeably between her legs. 

It's so good when your employees enjoy their work.

'She's very...' she made the noise again. The rubbing sound increased. 'I'm going to go again!'

Missy shifted and now seemed to have stepped directly from the cover of a magazine.

'... And AGAIN!!!'

She looked airbrushed in real life. A wet dream come true.

Her iridescent eyes were wide as she assimilated her new memories of being a living wank fantasy.

Her whole pose was much sexier now. There's no way she could help it even if she tried.

Without her even noticing, her tongue came out and slowly, teasingly moved across her pillowy pink lips. 

I think even Jessica had a boner by now.

'Um... So are you going to... Are you going to...' Jessica openly smacked her lips and leant back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. 

I finished her thought for her.

'Am I going to fuck her now?'

Jessica nodded enthusiastically as she started rubbing for real, adjusting her underwear for easier access.

At the question, Missy suddenly looked at me too, two very different impulses warring in her big, pretty eyes.

I pretended to think about it for a second.

'No.'

Jessica actually almost stopped rubbing in her irritation. 'Oh? Whyever not?'

The whiny tone in her voice was eerily reminiscent of her daughter's.

I shrugged.

'A super sexy naked bimbo is pretty good, I guess... But don't you often find that some kind of Fantasy is needed to REALLY get your motor running?'

Jessica just blinked at me.

'Did you look like this when you were a teenager?' I asked her.

'Oh goodness no... I mean I was pretty good, but I don't think ANYONE has ever looked like...'

Her attention drifted back to her former husband's astonishing T&A. 

Her playing with herself increased audibly and I think hours would have passed if I hadn't spoken up.

'... So how did you get the boys to really pay attention?'

She didn't even look over.

'Oh, I didn't have to worry about it. I was a cheerleader and... MISSY, YOU'RE A SLUTTY LITTLE CHEERLEADER!'

Missy glanced down, startled at her new uniform.

Jessica made a little grunt of appreciation.

On any other girl, the red uniform probably wouldn't have seemed excessively sexy, but Missy's curves would be hard to adequately pack into almost anything. The slight skimpiness of the uniform wasn't unusual for a high school cheer squad, but the assets stretching and spilling over and under it made it look almost like lingerie.

Missy lifted up her big red pompoms and stared at them hard.

'I'm a CHEERLEADER!' she whispered disbelievingly. Her voice was sex itself.

She had indeed picked up her mother's intelligence, at most.

'Tell me about cheering.' I asked lazily. 'Do you like it?'

I'm not sure if Missy even heard me over her flood of memories.

'All the boys stare at my ass and my boobies won't stay in and everyone keeps filming me and all the other girls are mean and the coach...!'

She gabbled in horror, still looking down at her big fluffy pompoms.

'Don't be silly, Missy!' Jessica said, gloating. 'You LOVE being a little slut and shaking your perky ass for the whole school. You love that your skirt doesn't cover nearly enough and you GIGGLE when your tits pop out. 

You've always wanted to be out there, making your big pompoms dance pretty for the boys. It's your favourite thing in the world other than this man's cock'

Missy was trying to shake her head in disagreement, her pigtails and ribbons flying.

A long drop of moisture was running down her thigh.

Jessica was on quite the roll now. She was hoarse from how close to popping she was herself. '... And, sweetie, I'm AMAZED you can still fit in that old uniform'

Missy's uniform was different now. She remembered this one, of course. Remembered always desperately wanting to be a slutty cheerleader for her entire life, remembered this tiny pink thing from her preteen days. Her very first cheer uniform! How proud she'd been! She'd never wanted to take it off! And so girlishly pretty! 

It looked a bit different, of course, with her OBSCENELY post-pubescent body SQUEEZED into it. And over it. And under it. And around it.

'You're MEAN, Mommy!' she cooed in sexy irritation, years of habit leading her to place her fluffy pink pompoms at her hips as she pouted and pushed her assets out for easier appraisal.

'And I still totally don't want to fuck him! I... I... I DON'T!'

She pouted.

Jessica sighed. 'You're too old for this nonsense, young lady! We can all see how wet your little pussy is from just standing near him. 

If you don't stop being such a bratty little cocktease then I'll have to take you across my knee and spank that big bouncy ass until you remember how big girls behave in this household!'

The movement of the hand still between her spread legs suggested that she wouldn't mind making good on her threat at all.

Missy's almost-visible nipples seemed to perk up a bit at the thought too.

'... And besides,' Jessica continued, grinning softly to herself. 'This whole thing was YOUR idea, remember? Why, you've been going on and ON about his cock and positively begging me to make him come over so you could try to talk him into fucking you raw'

Missy's eyes opened in horror. 

'I...', but then the flood of new memories hit her. 

The weeks spent pining for my cock. The hours with her legs in the air as she masturbated furiously and desperately to visions of me taking her roughly from behind, cock deep in her ass. Ramming her fingers far down her throat and trying to imagine that it was my pulsating manhood as she moaned and gave heavily muffled squeals. Every day it was all she could think about. Every night was filled with dreams, she awoke every morning to dripping panties and a deep sense of frustration.

Everyone who knew her was sick of hearing about it. After practice, all the other cheerleaders rolling their eyes at her endless speculation of my length and width and TASTE!

Oh God! She licked her lips lasciviously. She wanted to taste me ssooooooooo bad! It was all she could do to keep from drooling.

She had ruined so many pairs of panties just thinking about it!

... And now, after all of the snotty-nosed begging and pleading and whining, all of the explicit phonecalls and slutty selfies, all of the hours of trying to mentally and physically prepare herself to be the perfectest little fuck EVA!!!! Now I was here! Close enough to touch! Close enough to...

'Noooooooo!' Missy squealed, 'None of its true! I'm not really a sexy little girl and Jessica isn't my Mommy and I'm not really a bimbo cheerleader and I don't go to highschool and I don't really want you to... To...'

She stopped, panting. Her perfect, massive bosoms heaving.

'... Fuck me'

She finally said it.

Her bosom heaved again.

'...Fuck me...' she repeated it, but this time the meaning seemed to have changed.

She'd snapped. No-one can hold out long against this kind of thing.

'FUCK ME!' she squealed a third time, eyes wild, as she hurled herself at me. Her skirt bounced up, her breasts jiggled out of control before they were mashed, hugely and very attractively against my chest.

I glanced casually down at her lust-wild little pixie face. 

Her legs were rubbing together like a cricket's.

She panted loudly.

'... I'm sorry,' I eventually and very condescendingly said. 'What was it that you wanted, Graham?'

She was bouncing on her toes now, her fat, pink-glossed lips straining for mine. Her impossible breasts warm against me.

'Fuck me...' she breathed. 'Fuck' 

It was perfect. Deep in her expression you could still see The old man, but he had given in to the waves of alien desire. That girlish teenybopper lust.

His expression was just that of a teen slut, no different from any other young girl who had let the strange needs of her blossoming new body overthrow her reason.

I guess he finally understood those girls who shriek and throw their damp panties at boybands.

'What?' I asked her, reaching up under her joke of a skirt to squeeze roughly at her overflowing ass.

'Please fuck me hard, please'.

Her voice was a lust-drunk whisper. Her pleading eyes were hooded with desire.

I pretended to think for a second.

'No', I eventually replied.

Her mouth gaped in horror.

I gently tried to untangle her... While still squeezing at her ass.

'You can't just jump me, Missy! I'll think that you don't respect me!

You have to get me in the mood first' 

Missy's lip was actually quivering, her face was so flushed. 

Jessica's panties were now around her ankles. 

'Yes, you little trollop! Do a little dance for him first', she shouted out, her own voice pretty thick with lust.

'B... But...', Missy pouted up at me. 

'Come on!' Her Mommy continued. 'It's your favourite thing! I've been taking you to lessons since you were four'

Missy's eyes again as the new memories appeared. 

A childhood in pink tights and fluffy tutus. Enjoying the admiration of her body and its abilities right from the beginning.

Being the teacher's pet in every class.

Starting out in ballet, like so many girls do... Later switching to modern... Jazz... Urban... Pole dancing...

She was master of them all: Dainty and depraved.

She pouted and stepped back, moving with her new reflexes. Her face was sullen, but even if she'd been a leper in a potato sack, her moves could have made the pope cum in his pants.

She arched her back, tossing her ass-length golden hair, her ass and tits both literally and Metaphorically popping. Her lustful kitten stare had never shifted from my face. Her eyes still burned, visible through the loose tendrils of hair that fell across her face and slid down to mingle in the rolling swell of her cleavage. As she lifted her arms, working magic with her hips and ass, she spun, gyrating, and with hair flying, turned to gaze at me over her shoulder, make sure that I was appreciating her perfect marriage of figure and skill. 

Every movement was a suggestion, every look a dare.

Her panties dropped.

She was so energetic, her skirt flying, smirking back at me as she expertly doled out little flashes.

She'd been suspended from cheerleading once for a whole interminable month after they suspected she had given the principal a heart attack.

Jessica's moans were mixed with giggles as she watched her former hubby flaunt himself, his overpowering new needs being expressed in every thrust and gyration of his pornographic form.

Missy's gaze finally drifted downwards to where my pants had begun to register my appreciation. She caught my eye again and slowly licked her lips.

She was able to incorporate the movement into her dance when she threw herself to her knees before me, body writhing.

She was even able to work in opening my fly with nothing but her lips and teeth and tongue.

She was just showing off now.

She leapt up again in a single movement, hair flying, breasts displayed perfectly, and danced and spun for just a moment there, just within my grasp, face teasing but still pleading.

She ended by jumping right at me, long legs wrapping behind my neck, her head back, mouth open, chest bouncing.

'Oooooh!' she moaned, staring up at me. Her perfect skin was lightly glossed with sweat. Her impossible breasts heaved and swayed, having all but freed themselves.

She didn't move her eyes from mine. We both understood that her moan was a humble request.

'Yeah, okay' I replied, suddenly turning and sandwiching her against the wall.

Jessica bit her lip to suppress a little yip, but her new daughter just gazed up at me sweatily, her moist lips parted slightly.

I thrust into her then.

Her gasp was muted.

Her eyes went wide as I filled her, her fat lips pulling into a little 'O'.

She wrapped her thighs more securely around me and made all of the little sounds that a teen girl like her should.

She peeped louder the first time that I thrust into her. It turned into a breathy shriek as I gathered speed, still starting slowly, appreciating her perfect warmth, her dampness, her girlish softness. 

Missy made a little slurp sound as she fought to hold back a wave of drool, and began bucking her hips energetically, clearly impatient with my pace. 

It set her perfect tits into perfect motion again, she was once again in danger of them slapping her in her gaping face.

'Oh yes! Fuck me, daddy! Fuck your naughty little girl! Fill me up, daddy! Fill me up!'

Her eyes were almost crossed.

Jessica was clearly loving this. The wet sounds coming from her were quieter than the ones from her daughter, but not by very much.

'Tell me, Little Missy... Is this your first time?'

Missy's eyes were almost fully crossed now. 'Of course... Oh!... Of course it isn't', she managed to stammer out. 'I'm the sluttiest cheerleader in school, of course I've been with lots of boys...'

Her eyes somehow went even wider as she realised what she was saying.

'... I've... I've been with BOYS before! Lots of teen boys have fucked my little pussy and... And I've loved it! 

They've jizzed inside me and I've screamed and screamed!

They love me because I have really big tits that I shake and I love them because they grab them hard and big sweaty boys with big hard cocks get me all horny and wet and I like being fucked by boys I like being fucked hard by...'

I couldn't tell if the expression on her face was horror or arousal.

Probably both.

Jessica chuckled darkly.

'Don't be a little liar, Missy! We both know that you're a virgin'

Missy looked genuinely confused for a moment. I suppose she'd gotten used to slutty new memories appearing, but now they were disappearing.

'I...' she said. 'I've been with a... I've kissed a... I know what a... Boys have squeezed my... I... I...'

Shock.

She was getting tighter around me, tighter but less experienced.

'... I've never even held hands with a boy! Never!' 

She'd long since stopped bucking her hips. Instead she clung to me.

'Oh! OH! Oooooooh! Oh, daddy!' she moaned breathlessly, her eyes wide with the strange new sensations.

'Daddy! Daddy! You're INSIDE me, daddy! You're IN me!'

She looked like she'd just seen a whole army of ghosts.

She peeped sharply with each thrust.

'Daddy! You're so BIG, daddy! My little coochie feels so FULL! Oh, be gentle, daddy! I'm so little and you're so big!

Oh! Oh! Oh!'

Her mouth was wide open with disbelief.

'OH DADDY! MY COOCHIE'S FEELING ALL TINGLY AND HOT AND WET!

Please... PLEASE DON'T STOP, DADDY! PLEASE DON'T STOP!'

Jessica was laughing very loudly now. Rubbing pretty loudly too.

Missy tried to turn back towards her. 'Is this SEX, Mommy? You always said that sex...' she still had to shyly whisper the word '... Was a bad, dirty word, Mommy! But now Daddy has his big peepee in my little coochie and it feels NICE, Mommy! Having big boys inside me makes me feel all...'

Jessica cut in. 'You're not fooling anyone, Little Missy! I know that you've fucked every boy in your class. And all of your teachers!'

That look of confusion again, and then...

'Yeah! Yeah! YEAH! Fuck my slut pussy with your huge fucking cock! Fuck me harder, you fucking wuss!'

She was a lot less tight but a lot more experienced. 

She was almost feral in the way that she thrashed against me.

'Oh shit! You're the best fuck I've ever had! Save some cum, baby, because I want to feel your jizz on my face! And my titties! And deep in my ass! And leaking out of me! 

OHHHH! OOOOOOOOOH! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

GIVE MY HORNY CUNT THE BEST POUNDING IT'S EVER HAD AND AFTERWARDS I'LL SUCK YOU BACK INTO HARDNESS AND RAM YOU UP MY ASSHOLE! I WANT TO TASTE YOU! I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUM IN MY ASS! I WANT YOU TO FUCKING RIP ME IN HALF AND USE MY PUSSY LIKE A...'

Her face was so red and scrunched up. You could tell that she was right on the edge.

Jessica finally managed to talk around her laughter.

'Such an unladylike way for such a sweet innocent virgin like you to talk, Missy!'

Shock again and...

God, she was tight. And blushing adorably.

'OH! OH! OH! DADDY! I FEEL ALL FUNNY, DADDY! MY COOCHIE IS ALL FIRE-Y, DADDY!'

'... You're such a skanky slut'

'FUCK MY DIRTY SLUT CUNT YOU...'

'... You're the naivest little virgin'

'OH! OH! OH! MISSY'S LITTLE COOCHIE LOVES YOUR BIG PEEPEE, DADDY! MY BOOBIES FEEL ALL HARD AND TINGLY, DADDY!'

She fully squealed, head thrown back, hair streaming. 

She almost managed to drown out Jessica's amusement for just a moment.

'D...D...Daddy?' she eventually gasped. 

'Yes, babydoll?'

'W...W... What's "Cum", Daddy?'

She looked up at me with big, curious eyes.

Apparently she still had some residual memories of her own hysterical slut talk of moments earlier.

'When a Daddy fucks his little Missy enough, his big peepee thanks her by filling her little coochie up with sticky yumminess, sweetie', I explained patronisingly.

She gasped.

'Peepees SQUIRT,Daddy?'

I nodded my head. 'Would you like to feel it, honeybunch?'

She nodded back so vigorously that I was worried she might strain her neck.

I pretended to think about it for a second while thrusting hard into her, her tits flying, her face staring up at mine expectantly, her lip bit in anticipation.

'Okay', I finally agreed.

She looked like she might cry with happiness.

'Okay', I said to her as I started to push even deeper into her precious virgin slit. 'Here it comes, sweetpea. Daddy's about to cum hard. That's what you want, isn't it?'

She was flailing and gasping madly. 'Oh yes, daddy! Yes! Please fill me up, please!'

I was right on the edge.

'Daddy's about to spray right into your cute little womb'

She was breathless in her excitement.

'YES! DADDY, YES! FILL YOUR GOOD LITTLE GIRL RIGHT UP! FILL ME UP, DADDY!'

I did.

She squealed like a murdered cartoon mouse as she experienced her first ever orgasm. I guess she was a woman now and a girl no longer.

They grow up so fast.

'OH! DADDY! OH!'

She shrieked again with each spurt as I dumped my load deep into her.

I heard Jessica come loudly in the corner.

Missy's eyes were staring in wonderment, rolling back for a moment with each new wave.

'OH! OH! OH!'

Her mouth was a perfect 'O'.

'OH DADDY, IT FEELS SO... IT FEELS SOOOO...'

She lapsed into another little-girl squealing fit.

Even with how tightly I was plugging her, my cum was starting to gush from her already gushing pussy. It was no normal load I was dropping, I was giving her a very enhanced treat for her first time. 

I was probably ruining her for everyone forever.

'OOOOOOOH!' She started to moan as what passed for her mind started to return. 'OOOOOOOOOOoooooOoooOOOOOOH, DADDY!' She whispered. 'I feel so warm inside, Daddy! You're making little Missy's little coochie so full and her belly SO warm...'

Drool was started to drip from her chin.

Eventually, even I finished dumping into her.

She made a little whine as I gradually pulled out of her. 

I looked down at her, curled in a sweaty heap, clamping her thighs tightly together in an attempt to keep as much of me inside her as she could.

'And to think that a silly little girl said that she didn't want to be fucked'

Her eyes widened at that.

'I want you to fuck me again, Daddy.' she eventually managed to murmur. 'I want you to come in me again...'

Her mind had really melted into a fluffy pink swirl now.

She stared at my dripping penis in something like religious awe. 

'What does your cum taste like, Daddy?' she asked sleepily, shifting herself to reach up.

Her little finger scored a big, thick drop. She looked at me as she slipped it between her pink lips.

Her nose wrinkled cutely for a second, then...

'It's your favourite thing ever, Missy' a voice said from the corner.

Jessica, it seems, had recovered.

Missy's eyes suddenly bulged and she sat up abruptly.

'Mmmmmmm!' she said, still slurping on her little finger.

'Daddy! It's the bestest thing ever...'

She almost choked herself with how greedily she rammed my cock into her hot little mouth. 

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and her babbling was reduced to a muffled slurp.

'Well, doesn't she look happy...?' Jessica commented patronisingly. 'I think she's finally found something that she's good at other than dancing like a little skank'

I patted the happy girl vaguely on her head as she moved on to trying to clean the little crevices of the head, and then on to my balls and thighs.

'She's also a pretty good fuck' I answered. 'She's short on practice, but you can feel that her pussy has a certain natural talent.'

Missy glanced up monetarily, a look of pride in her eyes.

'Well at least I didn't raise a little cocktease. I said to her when her titties started getting big, I said...'

Missy's moan of anguish interrupted her.

'OOOH! It's all gone!'

She looked up at me, pouting.

'Make some more, daddy! Make some more!'

Her hand was idly squeezing at my penis. Pouting up at someone while on her knees before them really seemed like a natural and appropriate position for her.

She suddenly started as an idea occurred to her.

'Daddy! If I suck REAL hard, will more come out?'

She didn't wait for an answer before trying, her eyes crossed as she sucked hard at my cock.

'Oh, sweetie!' Jessica said indulgently as she finally came over. 

Missy was making comical little straining noises now.

Jessica leant and patted her head. 'The answer is "yes", but you have to do it in a special way...'

POP! And my dick was out of Missy's mouth.

'Show me, Mommy! Show me!' she was bouncing up and down now, clapping her little hands in excitement.

I made one or two minor alterations to Jessica at that point.

'Oh, alright honey! But you have to promise to be a good girl later'

'I will, Mommy! I will!'

If Missy's tits were in any way contained they would have been be popping out everywhere. Again.

As Jessica sank to her knees to help her little bimbo with correct cocksucking technique, she had to be a bit more careful due to her expanded chest.

Just one or two cupsizes. She and Missy WERE mother and daughter after all...

'Now, sweetie, first you have to get your tongue like this...'

'Like THIS, Mommy?' [waggle, slurp slurp]

'That's right, baby. I KNEW you were a natural little cocksucker. Then, you...'

'And he'll come RIGHT IN MY MOUTH, Mommy?'

'Yes, Baby. Now hush and be a good little listener...'

I considered the new ring on my finger.

It had appeared at the same time that the wedding photo on the wall had changed to a depiction of our happy day. I looked appropriately debonair next to Jessica, her huge breasts spilling from her oddly too tight-in-the-chest wedding gown. Missy made a very happy flowergirl.

It might have seemed a bit unusual for a teenager to serve as such, but Missy looked just perfect in her pretty little-girl dress.

I mean, it was awfully tight, but her body filled and overflowed and spilled from it most fetchingly, I thought.

... And she does so love all of those little frills and ruffles and pretty little pink ribbons.

'Mwmmmma mrrrera slurp slurp mmmmjl?'

I felt Missy's question around my cock more than I heard it.

'Hush now, baby. Just keep doing what Momma says...'

Jessica had her by the pigtails and was facefucking quite effectively, if roughly.

She joined in with a long, lingering lick of my balls.

Being the man of this house, with a devoted trophy wife and slutty stepdaughter?

I guess it could be fun for a little bit, I reflected as I exploded thickly into Missy's hot little mouth.