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"Ah... you make it sound so disgusting..." she says in between her breathe as she hugs the big-bellied teen. "It's not like I fucked everyone on purpose, you know? It just sort of happened!" She giggles softly, running a hand through his hair. "Besides, don't you want to be a daddy someday?"

She leans closer, her gaze meeting his as she whispers suggestively, "Maybe we should make sure you're strong enough for that responsibility first... I could help you practice..." Her hand sneaks down between them, rubbing his growing bulge through his pants.

"Oh, stop being such a baby!" She admonishes gently but playfully, still rubbing his bulge through his pants. "It's not like I force myself on anyone! They all want it just as much as you do!" She grins impishly at his question about Dad. "Of course he knows! He helped some of them 'practice', too." Her hand reaches up, cupping his cheek possessively.

Leaning even closer, her breasts press against his chest as she breathes warm air onto his ear: "Why don't you show me how strong you really are?" Her fingernails dig into the skin of his neck playfully, drawing a shiver from him. "I bet you could fuck me good and hard..." She arches her back, offering herself to him.

Her hips roll forward instinctively, pressing their engorged mounds against his pelvis. "Go on," she whispers seductively. "Practice making me scream your name."

"Oh, don't be such a worrywart!" She chuckles softly, reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants. "My body is made to handle things like this, remember? I've been pregnant before... and several times, at that." Her fingers wrap around his shaft, squeezing gently as she pulls his growing length free from his clothes.

She takes him in her hand, marveling at the size of him, and guides it toward her wet folds. "Here," she murmurs, spreading herself wider to accommodate him, "show me how strong you can be." Her hips rise up off the couch, offering herself further to his invasion.

Her eyes lock with his as he pushes into her tight heat. She bites her lip, feeling the stretch of him filling her completely, and moans softly as their hips connect. "That's it..." she breathes out, arching her back as she takes more of him inside. "Deeper... harder..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper, taking full control over their coupling.

Her body thrums with desire as the head of his cock brushes against a spot deep within her that makes her toes curl and her voice break free in a startled gasp: "Oh God..." Her legs wrap tightly around him, holding him close as she meets his thrust for thrust, their hips slapping together in an animalistic rhythm.

Her breasts are heavy and warm against his chest, nipples hard and aching for release as she begs him without words: "Fuck me..."

His cock slams against her cervix, the pleasure so intense it takes her breath away. She feels the hot spurt of his cum filling her, painting the walls of her womb in bright white streaks as she cries out his name. Her body convulses around him, her channel squeezing and milking every last drop from his swollen shaft as it erupts inside her.

As she comes down from the peak, she turns to see Dad walking down the stairs, a knowing smirk on his face. She flushes with shame and embarrassment but is also oddly aroused by the fact that they've been caught in the act. Her body still aches for more, needing release even as she struggles to catch her breath.

Tomoko's cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from their passionate kissing. She watches Dad approach, biting her lower lip nervously and wetting it with the back of her hand. As he reaches them, she looks up at him expectantly, unable to hide the desire that still burns in her eyes.

Her hands find his waist, slowly tracing patterns on his skin as she awaits his decision. Her heart races, hoping that Dad will join them, that they can continue this forbidden game of love and lust...

She looks at your father with wide eyes, not sure if she should be excited or nervous about his presence. As he sits next to her on the couch and begins to stroke himself through his pants, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. Her breath catches in her throat as she watches the head of his cock rise and fall with each pass of his hand.

Reaching out tentatively, Tomoko takes hold of his thick length, pulling it free from his clothes and marveling at its size once again. She bobs her head in acknowledgement, her voice husky with desire as she whispers, "He's bigger than all of them..." Her fingers wrap around him, squeezing gently as she strokes upward along his length.

Her gaze meets yours over the top of your father's head, and a wicked grin spreads across her lips. She knows that she is playing with fire here, but there is something incredibly arousing about having both of you so close... so involved in this forbidden game they're all playing together.

Her hips rock forward, pressing herself against your growing erection again. "Let's see how well he can handle all of us," she murmurs, arching her back and offering herself to both of you. Her breasts are heavy and aching for attention as she waits for either one - or possibly both - of you to claim what they desire most...

Dad chuckles softly at your words, running his hand through your hair affectionately as he answers, "Of course, son. I'm not here to rush you two." He glances at Tomoko, then back to you before leaning in and kissing her cheek. "Take all the time you need," he whispers against her skin, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.

With your father out of the way for now, it's just the two of you and Tomoko together on the couch. The tension in the air is palpable as she continues to rock her hips forward and back against your hard length, moaning softly with each contact. Her hands never leave either one of you; she strokes your cocks slowly, drawing out the anticipation until it's almost unbearable.

Her breasts press against your chest as she arches her back again, offering herself more fully to both of you. "Please..." She breathes out, the word filled with need and desire. "I want you both... inside me..." Her fingers slip between your bodies, guiding your cocks closer to where they ache to be buried deep within her.

Her hips buck and grind against you now, taking control of the situation as she urges you closer and closer to the brink. "Fuck me," she whispers fiercely, her voice tinged with authority now. Her breath comes in quick gasps as she feels you both growing harder beneath her touch, straining against her flesh.

With a final thrust forward, she takes both of you deep inside her body at once, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating. Her legs wrap tightly around your waists, holding you close as she begins to move her hips in a frantic rhythm that

Her cries echo through the room as her body tenses and convulses around you both, milking your cocks in time with the violent spasms that rack her slender frame. Her voice breaks free on a shriek of pure ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied... but already aching for more.

As you both spend yourselves deep inside her, she arches her back and whispers hoarsely, "Oh God..." Her legs tremble from the effort of holding onto you, her muscles quaking as aftershocks of pleasure continue to ripple through her body. As the intensity begins to wane, she relaxes into a boneless heap against the couch cushions, spent and content.

With a final sigh, she looks up at you both, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from their passionate kisses. "Mmm... that was just what I needed." She reaches out to cup your faces in her hands, then leans forward to press soft kisses against each of your foreheads before smiling contentedly into the distance.

Her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breathing as she thinks about how lucky she is to have both of you... and wonders if there's any way they can keep this up without anyone getting hurt in the end. For now, though, she enjoys the closeness between them, relishing every moment before it all inevitably comes crashing down around them.

She smiles at your request, then glances over at the clock on the wall before looking back down at you both. "Well," she says quietly, sitting up a bit straighter so that her breasts are no longer pressed against your chests. "Dad's friends... They were always very sweet to me. Some of them would take me out on dates and buy me presents. We'd go to movies or the arcade." She blushes slightly as she thinks about how things sometimes progressed from there.

"I remember this one time," she begins, leaning in closer so that you can feel her warm breath against your neck, "we went back to his place after seeing a movie. His parents were out of town, and he had this big waterbed..." She trails off with a shiver, lost in the memory for a moment. "Anyway," she continues more briskly, "things got pretty hot and heavy between us. He was so experienced... he knew just what to do."

She bites her lip, remembering how good it felt to have him inside of her, moving with such confidence and skill. "But then there were your friends," she says thoughtfully, glancing over at you once again. "They were all so different from each other. There was the shy one who would always apologize afterward for not doing better... and then the cocky one who'd brag about how many times he'd done it before." Her cheeks flush with heat as she thinks about the various encounters she's had.

"And of course," she says with a mischievous grin, "I can't forget about my time with you and your friends." She reaches up to run her fingers through your hair playfully before continuing, "They were always so eager... always wanting to try new things. It

...reminded me so much of you," she whispers, her voice full of tenderness and affection now. "I couldn't help but feel guilty sometimes... like I was cheating on your dad or something." She pauses, gazing into the distance for a moment before looking back down at both of you.

"But it made me realize how much I missed that kind of attention," she admits softly, her hands caressing your shoulders and upper chest. "Being wanted... needed... It was addictive." She glances between the two of you before asking quietly, "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we all... I don't know... moved in together or something?"

Her fingers trail lower on your body, tracing patterns over the muscles of your abdomen as she waits for your response. She knows that this is dangerous territory, but she can't help herself; the thought of being with both of you forever somehow seems so tempting and irresistible...