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Everyone always liked to say Connie Maheswaran was a good, smart girl. Maybe a little mature for her age but she had always liked that about herself.

She had good grades, near-perfect attendance, tutored after school, and babysat on the weekends she was not helping the gems protect the planet. She had tennis practice on even days, independent sword practice on odd days and she trains with Pearl every weekend. 

She had her own bank account, packed her own lunches, cooked dinner three nights out of the week, and even did her own laundry.  And even though her parents could very easily be classified as overbearing with their regiment schedule and high expectations, they trusted her enough to let her stay home alone and had since she was 12

So it was easier the it should have been for her to not sleep in her own bed.  

Most nights she was snuggled in the back of a van parked on the beach, the cool salty breeze coming through the cracked windows.  Exactly where she was going now. She walked quickly, trying to be as unnoticeable as she could be.  Her hair was messily tied up and she was wearing a flannel shirt that was so big it looked like a dress on her.  She wanted to look nothing like herself, Just in case anyone saw her. All they would see was some random teenage girl walking to the beach.

She slipped around the back of ‘It's a Wash!’ and saw what she was looking for.  The van was parked in its usual spot, its doors open to the ocean.  A yellow blanket was spread out on the sand and there he was, relaxing in his green plastic lounge chair without a care in the world. The only light on the beach was coming from a fire pit in front of him, giving off a warm glow. A beacon for her to follow.

Steven and the gems were on Home world, negotiating with the Diamonds, her dad was outta town on a job and her mom was working a double shift so for the next 20 hours the only person that mattered to her was ‘Mr. Universe’ and his private 41st birthday celebration.

She reached the start of the beach, toed off her sneakers, tucking them in her bag before hopping down onto the sand and continuing her journey.  The sand was still a little warm from the day's sun, but she barely noticed.  She wasn't even halfway across the beach and her body felt like it was in overdrive.  

She hadn't actually seen Greg in almost a month, between finals and finishing up her last days of freshman year on a strong note. He was nothing but supportive but still she felt bad leaving him on his own for so long. 

As she got closer she heard the soft sounds of Beach City radio playing on the speakers in the van and the telltale smell of marijuana filled her nose. Her excitement continued to bubble and she did her best not to start shaking like a chihuahua. It should be embarrassing that her body is so trained to certain smells and sounds.  

Embarrassment is not what she feels.

“Hey there, sorry I'm late!”  she says finally as she comes up behind the chair.  Greg turns around, a joint hanging from his mouth, a smile spreading as soon as he sees who it is, “Got room for one more?”  

“Hello, beautiful! Always!”  He tucks the joint behind his ear, stands up, and wraps her in the signature Greg Universe bear hug.  Her face pressed into his sternum, his arms almost completely covered her head in a warm embrace. He smells like the fire pit and the ocean, the day's sweat, and weed. It made her knees weak and the feeling of arousal filled her belly  “So you're all done with school?” 

“Yep! Last day was Thursday.”  She answered, reluctantly pulling away so her words weren't muffled into his chest.  He rested his arms on her shoulders, not letting her pull free from his grip. She wanted his hands on her hips. On her throat. Inside of her.  She blinked and tried her best to focus, “Did you miss me?” 

Greg laughed a little and leaned down for a peck.  Connie squeaked happily and smiled into the kiss, reveling in the wet warmth of his mouth and the prickle of his stubble. Her arms instinctually wrapped around his neck as neither of them made any indication of moving away. His own hands drifted down and wrapped around her waist. They eventually came up for air, lips glossy with spit. 

“That answers your question?”  Greg chuckled and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, before cradling her cheek in his palm.  She giggled and nodded, planting a kiss on the muscle of his palm.  “Now come on, I don't think we just stand around all night.”

They walk back to the blanket, his arm around her shoulder holding her close.  Her bag was dropped by the side of the lounger as Greg sat down and stretched out his legs, leaning back into the chair as he always did. He patted his thigh and obediently Connie curled into his lap, feet dangling from the side of the chair, arms tucked against her chest. He reached up and took the joint from his ear and began feeling around in his pockets for his lighter 

“Have you heard from Steven yet?” She said as they got comfortable, the crackle of the fire casting them in a warm amber glow.  From her seat, she realized that Greg had taken her advice and got a bundle of Christmas lights that had hung along the ceiling of the van.

“Oh yeah, the meetings are going well! Steven thinks that they can have some of the basics settled sooner than they thought, but I think they are all looking forward to a break,”  He chuckled and made a noise as a bright pink lighter appeared in his hand.  He clicked, once, twice, and lit the end of his joint.  Connie watched his every movement, studying exactly how he moved. “But they won't be back until dinner time tomorrow, it's just you and me for the evening.” 

He tucked the lighter away as he took a long, deep drag. He gave her a little nod and she nodded back. Without a word, he reached his hand down, holding onto the inside of it onto her thigh, tugging her up where he wanted, and locked their lips together again, breathing the smoke into her lungs. It tasted earthy and sour but Connie revealed it.  She could smoke the regular way but where was the fun in that?

Neither of them made any move to pull away.  They just continued to kiss one another, tongues lazily tangling together as the fire crackled away. A large hand slides between her thighs. She tried not to shake with excitement. She could feel the slick from her pussy spreading between her pressed thighs.  She had almost forgotten.

“What do you have on under there? Are you not wearing underwear?” Greg asks quietly, his voice a little rough from smoking and kissing. He had such a curious look on his face she almost giggled, but she held it in, blowing the smoke away. 

“It's part of your present. Don’t you worry, Daddy.”  She smiled and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. She wasn't completely gone yet but she could feel the pull to just let go and disappear into her head. 

She never really let herself get super high even when she wanted to, mostly fueled by the fear of there being an emergency while she was baked.  But the threat of the diamonds is no more, and she had the weekend off.  More importantly it was Gregs birthday and he deserved a treat so she opened her mouth politely and waited for another hit. Greg's eyebrows raised but he didn't argue.

They kept leisurely making out, breaking apart only for Greg to hit the joint and join their mouths together again. As time went on everything started to go soft at the edges. Greg kept smoking and Connie just kept looking up at him, letting herself be kissed and pumped full of smoke. She was floating away, safely wrapped in one of her favorite people's big strong arms, warmed by the fire. A part of her wanted to stay like this forever. 

But everyone always needed something from her.  Her parents needed their perfect example of a daughter, The Gems needed a human that could keep up with them and Steven.Steven needed a guardian, someone to balance out his Idealism and shortcomings.  Someone to support him, give him a future to look forward to. 

Connie's excellence was simply the only option. 

But Greg…Greg just needed her . He was kind and helpful, and he was always worried about how she was taking care of herself. He gave her what she needed.  Her mind wandered as she imagined what their life could look like if it was just the two of them. She thinks they would travel.  Just the two of them and the van, exploring the world and going wherever the wind took them. Doing whatever they wanted all the time.

As the images of imaginary fantasies filled her head, her mind continued to wander.  Sleeping in the van together, smoking and eating new and interesting food, going to new places and exploring, Wearing whatever she wanted even if it was nothing at all, fucking wherever and whenever they felt like it. 

The more often she smoked the more she realized how horny it made her. Maybe she had accidentally pavloved herself, and every time she smoked she had sex. And coupled with the fact that she had not so much as touched her vagina (outside of washing her body) for the last two weeks made her feel like she was vibrating with horny energy. 

She took a deep breath, pulling herself away from her daydreams. Greg’s head laid back, staring up at the stars, his hand still holding her inner thigh. Keeping her right where he wanted her. She blinked sleepily and checked her watch. 

12:03 P.M.

“Hey.  It's your birthday!” She said quietly, trying to sit up properly.  Greg smiled softly, eyes never moving away from her. It was oddly comforting to her that when they were alone together, he showed just how smitten with her he was. Just as she was with him. “Happy birthday Daddy!”

“That it is. Thank you, sweetheart.”  He smiled and squeezed her thigh, “How you feelin’?”  

“So-o-o High.”  She answered honestly before giggling a little “Super Extra High and floaty. And a little cold.” 

“I’ll put some more logs on the fire.” He grunted and tried to get up but Connie stayed where she was. He just took her with him as he stood, cradling her like a princess.  She giggled madly as he placed her down on the chair.  “Sit tight.  It'll be nice and warm in a moment”

She stretched out on the lounger as she watched Greg disappear around the side of the van.  She heard the squeak of the passenger door and the sound of the plastic bag rustling and he reappeared, logs in his arms.  As he worked on the fire, she started to pull at the buttons of her flannel. 

“So you wanna open your present soon?”  She asked as the logs thumped into the pit, settling in the coals.

Greg chuckled as he stood up, the fire crackling away. He walked over to the chair and stared down at her. Her stomach flipped as she stared up at him.  “Maybe, I had some other birthday activities in mind first.” 

“Oh…”  she puffed out her bottom lip, faining in disappointment.  As if that isn't exactly what she wanted as well.  “Pretty please? I think you will really like it”

“Fine.”  He sighed in faux dramatics and put his hands on his hips.  Connie couldn't help but giggle quietly as she saw the twitch of the corner of her mouth.  She sat up and stood up, trading places with Greg as he sat expectantly, looking around for the gift he knew she didn't bring, “So where is it?”

“Right here, silly!”  She smiled as she coyly played with the hem of the shirt, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.  “I was thinking that for your birthday we can do whatever you want to do tonight.  Like whatever you wanted to do. Specifically that thing we always talk about but never get a chance to play with.”

“Did you now?”  He reached up and grabbed her hips. Such a simple touch and still she reveled in it.  The way his fingers pressed into her skin holding her in place anchoring her to him, the warmth of his hand through the fabric. “I always say that if we are going to do that , we have to do it right. You think you can handle that?’

She nodded and reluctantly pulled free of his grasp so she could pull off the flannel.  With all of the buttons undone, it slid off her shoulders effortlessly.  She was wearing something that even without asking, Greg would absolutely love. A stolen old beat-up ‘Mr. Universe’ band tee, and a short little tennis skirt, the kind she had to wear bike shorts with but tonight the flowy, white almost sheer fabric was the only thing covering her modesty and it was only just. 

“Oh look at you all dressed up for me!  Give me a twirl baby.”  Greg smiled wide and she could see the hunger growing in his eyes like the fire beside them.  She gave a polite little twirl, her skirt flowing and fluttering, showing off her lack of panties.  Greg wolf whistled, making her laugh and stumble a bit.  Greg caught her hip before she fell and pulled her towards him, staring up at her. “So fucking pretty and all for me.”

His hands were so warm, tucked under her shirt.  His fingers were pressed on bare skin and she wanted them all over, not just on her hips. His eyes had this wild, hungry look in his eye, that made her weak.  It made her pussy clench and throb and she could feel the slick spread onto her thighs as she pressed them together. 

“You sure about this?  Cause I don't plan on going easy on you, if this is what you want. What's the safe word again?”  He smiled up at her, placing a sweet kiss on her belly. 

“The safe word is mercy and I am so completely sure. You can fuck me however you want. You trained me well,”  Her hands cradled his face as she leans down to whisper in his ear, “Fuck me until I break Daddy.  I know you want to.”

The whole idea for this gift sprang from a certain kink that Greg absolutely loved but one that they just never seemed to have the time to play with properly as it was quite intensive. Their relationship was reliant on a lot of moving parts moving in sync, which they hardly ever did, which left them be cursed to have quickies in the back of the van or in the office of the Wash. 

It wasn’t glamorous but sex didn’t have to be. They did spend a lot of time together so it wasn’t like they had to do quick late night dalenices to keep their relationship afloat. It actually was quite functional, if Connie was being honest. And the dom and sub aspect were an unexpectedly helpful part of that.

Greg had explained it the best he could, showed her videos, professional and personal, of the dynamic and she had done her own reads, so she knew what she was getting into on paper but they had only really had the time to like this once this last spring.

Her parents went away for their anniversary leaving her alone for a whole weekend, well until she let Greg in the back door. They had a whole weekend of uninterrupted time and they used it well. Greg ran the house like a boot camp. Teaching her his rules, rewarding her advancements and punishing her missteps. They did a little of everything and Connie had really enjoyed it. And her reward for being so well behaved was getting fucked withing an inch of her life.

Unfortunately stuff like that was time consuming if you wanted to do it right.  They did use parts of it, though.  The honorifics and safe words were very frequently seen and Greg had a reward system for her that kept her running more than she thinks he realized.  But when they had nights like this, where no one was fighting for their lives or missing, she always liked to treat him to his favorite kinks. And tonight was special so if he wanted to fuck her until she passed out then that what he was gonna get.

God, this man had made her into a sex freak. And she loved it. 

“On your knees.”  He said simply. She had seen it many times but it was always interesting to see Greg flick a switch and go from his chill and carefree self to her Daddy. His eyes darkened and his voice would deepen. It made shivers run up her spine. Her knees buckled and she dropped almost as soon as he finished speaking.  Even though they were on a blanket, she could feel that sand dig into her skin. It hurt, but in a grounding way. Made her keep her focus. 

Greg stood in front of her and Connie came face to face with the bulge in his shorts. She kept her hands folded behind her back like she had been trained as he slowly undid his belt, popped his button, and slowly pulled his zipper. He moved unhurriedly, clearly in no rush, which just made her more impatient.  She involuntarily let out a whine in the back of her throat as he continued to take his time, a wicked grin on his face. 

“Aww you’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”  He sighed like he was talking to a misbehaving puppy who didn't know any better.  She was in a way. He slipped his thumb under the elastic band of his boxers “You want something, ask for it.”  

She swallowed and licked her lips.  She wanted to speak but it felt like her brain was moving at a snail's pace.  But Greg was patient and he waited. It didn't help that as she tried to speak, he pulled at her hair tie until her bun fell apart and her hair fell onto her shoulders in wild curls.  He dragged his fingers through, pulling the knots free.  He loved her hair, playing with it, touching it.  Connie loved that too.

“May I-,”  She finally managed to force the words out of her mouth.  She could feel her mouth filling with spit in anticipation. “Please can I suck your cock? Please, Daddy?”

“Of course, you can, baby. As long as you promise to keep your hands right where they are.”  He smiled and tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock.  “Let's see how much you can take. Open wide for me?”

Connie may be biased as it is the only penis she had seen in real life but Greg had one of the most beautiful cock’s she had seen. It was big, heavy and thick, drooping ever so slightly under its own weight. He wasn't overly veiny, and his foreskin was kept clean so he just tasted like sweat and his musk. His balls were nice and heavy too, filled with hot, thick, creamy cum, all nestled in a mess of curly black hair. And it was all for her.

It was only half hard now but still, it was just so big. It made her cunt throb just looking at it and she wanted nothing more than to play with it, but she was a good girl. So she opened her mouth nice and wide, and let her tongue hang out.

“That's my good girl.”  He smiled and wove his finger into her hair.  She relaxed her jaw the best she could and tried her best not to let drool dribble from her mouth.  Without another word, she was being pulled forward and Greg slowly began to slide his cock into her waiting mouth.  

Instantly the heady taste of precum smeared across her tongue.  She couldn't help but make a happy little noise in the back of her throat that was quickly smothered as his cock pushed deeper and deeper.  Greg was moving slowly, seeming to be waiting for resistance. 

His cock was a little more than halfway when her throat spasmed against her will and she gagged.  Greg chuckled and pulled her head back quickly, his cock popped out of her mouth. It twitched, glistening in her saliva. He pulls her forward and lets it smack against her face, resting on her cheek and covering her eye.  

“Good job baby. I remember when you could only get halfway down before you tapped out.”  Greg's smile was sleazy and his voice had a weird tone; she wasn’t used to it.  He sounded like a douchebag.  It was way sexier than it should be. 

“You're so big, Daddy. So soft and yummy.”  She giggled a little, sticking her tongue out to lick the side of the shaft.  It was so warm against her skin.  Connie needed it in her mouth again. To suck and lick it, for it to fill her mouth with his warm salty cum.  She stared up at Greg, batting her eyelashes just so.  “Please put it back in my mouth?”

“Because you asked so sweetly.”  Greg tightened the grip on her hair and pulled her back, letting the head rest on her open mouth, “God, what a perfect mouth for my cock. You want it so bad? Show Daddy how bad you want it.” 

She let out a little needy moan and nodded a little.  Without waiting for him she moved her head and let his cock slide back into her mouth.  She sucked it in until it hit the back of her throat, tongue dancing along the shaft.  She kept sucking as she pulled her head back until the head was at her lips.  She flicked her tongue across the slit and reveled in the taste of pre cum drooling from it before pulling the cock back in.

Greg grunted and let her get to work, hand still keeping a tight grip on her hair.  She set a slow pace, savoring the feeling of him filling her mouth.  She sucked up and down, hands flexing in and out of a fist on her thighs. Time started to fade away as Connie focused all of herself into sucking cock. 

After what felt like hours, Greg pulled her off with a grunt. His cock was rock hard at this point, covered in spit and throbbing. Strings of spittle strung from her lips to his cockhead as it was pulled from her mouth with a wet pop. They were both panting when Greg finally spoke “Holy shit. I've missed your mouth.” 

He mumbled the last sentence, clearly lost in the feeling of his cock surrounded by a wet open mouth. She reveled in the way he gasped and and a fresh dripple of pre cum drooled down the shafted “Am I doing it good?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Almost made me fucking cum.”  It took all of her strength to actually keep looking at him as he spoke as his cock was mere inches from her face, twitching and begging to be back in her mouth where it belonged. “You want that, a nice load in that pretty little mouth? Why don’t you be a good girl and ask for what you need?  Go on.”  

She thought for a moment about what Greg would want the most. Her brain may be moving at the speed of molasses but it didn't take her long to decide what to say. She opened her mouth nice and wide again, ignoring the way her lips burned from the stretch, “Please fuck my face, daddy!”

He looked down at her and grinned, “You sure about that baby?” 

“Please… Fuck my face, do whatever you want.  I don't care what you do to me, just use me.” She realized at this moment why people have relationships that are like this all of the time. Now that she had started talking it felt like she couldn't stop. She tried to pull forward, but his grip was tight on her hair. The burn of her scalp as she pulled shouldn't have felt as good as it did but it did. “Please, Daddy, I'll do whatever you want me to. Please please please, use me, fuck me like you always wanted to.”  

Connie would have kept babbling if Greg didn't shove his cock back into her mouth.  

It wasn't dignified how easily she became this chatty, needy little whore.  Greg had said it was called “Subspace”.  He had told her about how when some people when they get turned on enough, their brain would simply turn off everything unnecessary.  Like shame and self-respect. She usually didnt let herself go this completely but it was a special occasion, after all. 

She moaned, deep in the back of her throat, muffled by her stuffed mouth as Greg moved her head up and down at his own pace.  She tried to keep her mouth tight, sucking him back in as soon as he pulled away, but the feeling of his slick dick moving in and out of her mouth made her mind go blank.  She closed her eyes and went limp in his grasp, letting him use her mouth however he wanted. 

“Jesus Christ we have been playing for less than ten minutes and you are already like this? You are such a little slut.”  He grunted as he fucked into her face, both hands tangled into her hair “Don't worry baby, Daddy will look after you.”

With little hesitation, Greg really took her request to heart. Her spit was everywhere. Matting his pubes, smearing across her lips and chin and rivulets were dripping down his balls.  Even though her mouth was stuffed she couldn't stop moaning, little noises being forced out with every thrust. All she could taste was the musk sweet taste of his sweat and pre cum smearing across her tongue. The only sounds she could hear were the filthy wet noises coming from their lovemaking and the crackling sounds of the dying fire. 

“Fuck baby, you are going so well for me. Gonne make me cum if you keep this up.”  Greg grunts above her, slowing her down just enough for her to focus on him speaking. He starts to ramp up speed back up, thrusting his hips to meet her face.  With every thrust his cock went deeper and deeper into her throat, almost making her gag.  It took all of her strength not to fight it and stay pliable.  Thankfully she was quickly rewarded for her good behavior.

Greg came with a deep grunt, shoved his cock into her mouth to the hilt, burying her nose in his musky pubes and unloading a hot load down her throat.  The sweet, salty taste of cum exploded into her mouth and all she could do was moan happily as she swallowed the best she could.  

It felt like the cum was never going to stop, her vision going blurry at the edges as she tried her best to breathe and swallow at the same time.  Greg always came like a faucet, just ropes of hot, creamy cum that seemed to never stop. Just as she started feeling light-headed, her head was pulled back.  She sucked in air quickly, gasping wetly as the last ropes of cum splattered into her open mouth and onto her tongue, lips, and cheeks.

“Holy fucking shit. Guess I didn't realize how pent up I was… fuck” Greg was panting loudly as the last waves of his orgasm crashed down on him.  Connie could only focus on getting air in her lungs, leaning on his thigh to anchor herself.  She could hear him talking but when she opened her eyes all she saw was a cum and spit-covered cock, inches from her face.

She moved without thinking, tongue lazily sticking out to collect a droplet of cum on the side of the shaft.  Leisurely she starts to lick stripes along it, licking it clean and savoring it. The feeling of it in her mouth, on her skin, inside of her belly and cunt.  It was hot and sticky. Musky, yet sweet and salty.  She just couldn't help it, she just loved it.  

“Good job.”  Greg kept up praising her, voice soft, running his fingers through her hair, untangling the knots he had made. “Good job baby.  Cleaning up your mess without even being asked, such a good girl for Daddy.”

She worked slowly, taking her time and carefully licking everything clean, taking care to be gentle to his sensitive cock and balls.  She collected the cooling cum from her face and licked it off of her fingers until she was clean too.  Only then did she look up to Greg and meet his eyes and finally croaked out, “Thank you for your cum, Daddy” 

“Of course. Up you get.”  He tucked his hands under her armpits and picked her up easily.  Her knees twinged in pain but she made no effort to stand on her own legs.  She simply wrapped her arms around Greg's neck and let herself be picked up. Gregs moves his hands under her thighs and holds onto her ass. He chuckles and she feels the way his chest moves against her own. “Are you all done baby girl?”  

“No!”  She whines loudly, shaking her head for emphasis. Quickly she wrapped her legs around his hips and unceremoniously shoved their mouths together.  All of the sleepiness that she was just feeling was suddenly gone.  She was empty and so turned on she felt like she was going to go crazy.  

Greg wasted no time moving them into the van, somehow re-buttoning his jean shorts while holding her up, kissing back just as recklessly.  She bets he could taste the cum on her lips. She feels the bummer of the van hit her feet and the next thing she knows she is landing on the mattress with a small ‘oomph!’

“Sit tight for me baby, Daddy will be right back,”  Greg says with a smile and disappears around the side of the van.

She knows where he is going, and how long it takes. The perfect opportunity for her to ready his second present of the night. She whines and stretches out in frustration, Her skin felt too tight and her cunt was aching.  She was sweaty, desperate and empty.  It didn't matter that the doors to the van were wide open and the lights were now on, filling the bay with the soft multi-color glow of Christmas lights. She needed to touch herself right this second.

Her hand slid down her body to her cunt, and barely even registered just how wet she was. All that mattered was that her middle finger slipped into her hole without resistance and the emptiness was finally filled. A guttural whimper forced its way out of her mouth as she pressed her palm against her aching clit, the pressure almost too much for her to handle.  She closes her eyes and lets herself focus. 

She curled her finger rapidly, not even bothering to search for her G-spot.  Just the movement felt so good it was all she could focus on. Her hand was quickly covered in slick, smearing it all over her smooth cunt lips. Her palm was pressing so hard on her clit she felt her pubic bone. It almost hurt but she honestly didn't care.  She needed to get off, right this very second, and however she got there didn't really matter.  

She was whining and moaning, writhing around, trying to get the right angle.  She had lost all perception of her soundings and had failed to see that Greg was just silently standing there, watching.

Her finger was moving as fast as it could but wasn't enough.  She needed more.  She slid her second finger in without much ceremony and her hips jumped up.  Between her two fingers squirming inside of her and her palm rubbing against her swollen clit, the tension just kept growing, inching towards release. She scissored her fingers, feeling the wetness dribbling from her hole.  

She couldn't find the strength to close her mouth, letting out tight, desperate little noises. Suddenly she felt her belly tighten just right and felt her orgasm building closer and closer.  Just as she was at the edge, hips up off the ground she felt someone grab her wrist tightly stopping any sort of movement.  Her eyes snapped open and she cried out, both in surprise and frustration. 

“Now what do you think you're doing?  Did I say you could play with yourself while I was away?”  Greg said gently as he pulled her hand out of herself, paying no mind to how hard she tried not to let him.  She mewled out in frustration, hips jerking trying to get contact again.  “Couldn't even wait five minutes.”  

“No, no no! I was so close.”  She whines pitifully as she tried to pull herself free and finish what she started “Fuck, I was gonna cum.  I just wanna cum.” 

Greg tutted as he climbed into the van, closing the doors behind him.  His grip on her wrist never faltered despite her protests. A tiny part of her brain knew she was behaving like a total brat and would be punished, but she honestly couldn't get herself to behave.

“I think you have forgotten who you are talking to,” Greg says with a chuckle, pushing her back down onto the pillows, and grabbing her other wrist before she even got a chance to move it. Connie growled out in frustration and struggled. 

For a moment she felt the grip on her wrists loosen and she pulled free, only to be flipped over and her face pressed into the mattress.  Greg had a hand on the back of her neck holding her in place. Pearl would be embarrassed at how easily she was overpowered, but all that she cared about at the moment was the thick scent of Greg that filled her nose as she was pressed into his pillow.

She heard the clicking of his belt as her arms were pulled together. There wasn't much she could do other than let him weave the fabric between the metal rings and pull it taught, immobilizing her. 

As soon as her hands were bound, her skirt was flipped up and he was spanking her, hard. No counting just, hitting back and forth between her cheeks. She wailed and kicked out her feet but he just kept smacking her ass until the skin was raw. It hurt so bad and she did her best not to crawl away from him as it would only lead to more punishment. Just when she thought that she would have to use the safe word, Greg flip her onto her back like a pancake.

“Now let's try this again.  Who do you think you are talking to?” 

She hiccuped as she struggled, desperately trying to keep her ass off the itchy fabrics. He sighed and slapped her across the cheek sharply. Greg didn't get rough with her very often so whenever he did, it was the perfect way to get her full attention. As soon as his hand left her face, his hand on her throat.  His calloused fingers holding her jaw and keeping her still, forcing her to look him in the eye.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?” He says carefully, his eyes dark and focused.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,”  She said pitifully.  

“That's better,”  He sighs, running his thumb over the flushed, raw skin.  “Now did Daddy say that you could touch yourself?” 

“No, but-but Daddy I haven't touched myself in like tw-”  Her babbling was cut off by another swift slap, the grip on her jaw keeping her in place  The skin on her cheek was burning. It was a little scary how good it felt. 

“Did I say you could speak?  He said frankly. “It was a Yes or no question.”

“Yes Daddy.”  She answered quickly, watching the way the hunger in his eyes grew by the second.

“Now let's try this one more time, or no one is gonna touch you again tonight.  Did I say that you could touch yourself?”

“No Daddy.”  She answered quickly. 

“But you touched yourself anyway?”  Greg's hand flexed on her throat as he spoke. 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“See that wasn't so hard.”  He chuckled lightly and patted her warm cheek affectedly.  “Are you going to be good for me now, baby?”

She nodded and without another word, he surged forward and locked their lips together again, pressing into her and holding her in place with his size.  She had always been on the smaller side, skinny and short.  So it was frankly unsurprising how much she liked bigger taller men.  Men who made her feel even smaller, could hold her down effortlessly and throw her around like a ragdoll.  

When they finally broke for air, Greg sat up on his knees and scooted down the mattress.  He grabbed her knees, pulled her legs apart, and crawled in between them. She could feel his hot breath on her wet cunt and mewled out, resisting the urge to wiggle forward. 

“Oh did you wax just for me baby?”  Greg chuckled as she spread her puffy lips apart with his finger. He started to massage them gently, collecting slick on his fingers and pushing them back towards her slit, purposefully not touching anywhere that mattered.

“Yes Daddy, Just the way you like it.”  She smiled and looked down at him as he took his time maneuvering her leg over his shoulders, her thighs pressing against the side of his head.  

“Tell me, baby, have you touched this puffy little pussy since the last time I saw you?”  He asks casually as he pulls her skirt up her hips, giving him easier access to her pussy. He liked fucking her in her clothes so it was unsurprising that he kept her dressed. 

“No Daddy.” She looked up at the ceiling trying not to move her hips into his grip, letting him do whatever he wanted.

He hummed and continued to massage her lips and her thighs. His hands were rough and large and yet so precise. He pointedly was not touching anything important, just rubbing her skin and smearing her slick around.  The heat from her skin seemed to only be rising as she wiggled against her grasp. She whimpered as his fingers brushed past her clit for the millionth time.

“Do you need something, baby?”  He asked simply.

“Please...” She whined and flexed her thighs against his touch.  It was cruel what he was doing but she deserved it. 

“Please what?”  He cocked his head to the side a little, bumping into her knee, turning and giving it a little kiss. “Use your words.”

“Please touch my pussy for real. Pretty please.”  It took all of her brain power to speak clearly and not just babble nonsensically.  Greg smiled and finally, finally , leaned down, pressing his soft warm lip against her clit, gently kissing it.  She sighed as he started kissing all over, covering her pussy and thighs.

Only when it felt like he had kissed every inch of her, did he finally move back to her slit.  His tongue ran along it, collecting the slick that wept from her neglected hole.  She had just started to whimper in frustration when he pressed his opened mouth to her cunt.

Connie's eyes rolled back into her head as she was suddenly surrounded by the wet heat of his mouth. Her hips jump up instinctively but are quickly pushed down as Greg stays still, covering her in a wet warmth.  Only after she had fully settled into his position and his grip was good did he suck and lick along her pussy like an ice cream cone.

Her jaw drops open and a moan explodes from deep in her chest. The slick that was covering her was soon licked up and his tongue began playing with her clit.  She was wounded so tight that very quickly she lost track of what Greg was actually doing, only that he was eating her out like he was starving.

Greg held her in place, one hand holding her hip the other on her thigh, in a bruising grip, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.  With all the edging and teasing and waiting meant that even though he had barely started she was right at the edge again, rocking into his mouth while she whined and moaned happily.  

“Oh fuck! Oh my god, thank you, Daddy!”  She whines loudly, noises pouring from her mouth. “Your mouth feels so good!”

He says nothing, not breaking from his task. Obscene, pornographic noises coming from his mouth as he licked and sucked. She could feel the hot breath of his nose on her bare skin. And everything was just too much.

“May I cum please?” The words were punched out of her mouth, as soon as she even thought it. She threw her head back, hands were straining against the belt but between that and the weight of her own body it kept there was no escaping.

Greg didn’t stop, just looked up at her waiting for eye contact. She could see him out of her peripherals, staring up at her with his big brown eyes. She pressed her head into the pillow staring up at the ceiling, legs shaking as it took all of her strength to hold on and not come undone on his tongue. 

It had taken a while for her to fully grasp how to orgasm on command. Night after night, Greg would fuck her over and over, wind her up just to hold her there, making her beg for movement, for touch, and above all to cum. Each failure was met with punishment and she limped home with a spanked raw ass on more than one occasion. 

But oh boy the reward she got when she finally got it the first time.  Greg filmed the whole thing.  All three hours of it.  He had taken his time, pulling her apart over and over again until she was a slicked mess. She would watch the video sometimes if she couldn't find porn she liked.  6 Sharpie tallies drawn on her stomach and her reward drooling from her cunt, as Greg had finally fucked her raw. She felt like she could watch herself be fucked stupid forever. 

“Con-nie” Greg's voice was so soft as she blinked away the dryness in her eyes and slowly moved and looked downward.  Greg had detached his mouth from her, ear pressed against her thigh, his lips and bread shiny with slick. His hand was resting on her pelvis, applying gentle pressure to her womb.  His thumb was resting on her clit, moving in almost imperceptibly slow circles. “I've been trying to talk to you.  Where did you go, baby?”

“Sorry.” She whined and wiggled.  Her hands were starting to go numb. “I was trying to focus. Didn't wanna cum.”  

Greg chuckled and smiled at her. “Good job. Well then, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl.”

Once again his mouth latched onto her pussy and she was submerged in hot warmth again.  She squealed and pushed her hips forward, pressing into Greg's mouth and the pressure of his hand still splayed out on her belly. 

She flexed her hands as Greg's tongue danced across her slit, pressing in and out of her hole, slurping up her slick.  His tongue jumped up suddenly and pressed against her clit as he sucked hard and Connie's brain blew a fuse.  

Her whole body went rigid as her orgasm crashed down on her.  Her legs went straight out, and her whole body bowed.  She couldn't think or feel beyond her cunt, not that she wanted to. She couldn't seem to breathe or open her eyes. It felt like she had been caught with her back to a big wave. Like she had been thrown around and knocked down, air forced out of her lungs and her vision went white.    

Greg held onto her with a bruising grip, refusing to allow her to free herself from his mouth even when the blinding pleasure had subsided and it morphed into painful sensitivity.  She cried out helplessly, not caring that the windows were open and anyone could hear her.  

Just as the first wave washed her ashore, the second wave crashed down on top of her, her whole body shaking violently as she jerked around involuntarily, desperate for Greg to stop.  It was just too much.  She could feel words leaving her mouth, honorifics and profanity but Greg made no sign of stopping, just continued to eat her out like a man possessed. 

He wound her down slowly, making no move to pull away but slowing his tongue and breaking the suction.  She was gulping air, tears streaking down her face, and unable to relax her muscles.  She heard the sound of fabric rustling and Greg spitting on his hand but she didn't pay attention to what he was doing. She realized that he must be touching himself mere seconds before ropes of cum splatter across her pussy and belly. 

He sighed loudly, and sat back on his knees.  He collected some of the splatter on his fingers and brought them up to her mouth, smearing them on her tongue.  She whispered and licked them clean only for him to reach out and smear more across her skin. Connie childishly believed that he was satisfied, that he was finally done with her even if it was just for a little bit, when a cum covered finger pushed inside of her.  

Greg's fingers were one of her favorite parts of him.  Her fingers were slender and no matter how much tennis and sword work she always seemed to lose their calluses as soon as she got them. It took two of her fingers to get even close to how it felt to have just one of his fingers inside of her. The stretch alone was just mind-numbing.  Thick and callused, pressing inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper.  

“Oh fuck!”  She choked out, gasping for breath. Her head pressed into the pillow so hard she could feel the mattress under it as she desperately tried to pull away.  Her cunt was so just so sensitive. It didn't matter how gently he moved his finger, every touch felt like a thousand.

“So soft and squishy.”  Greg hummed as he pressed his mouth over her swollen clit as he continued to finger her despite her protests.  He just kept working, pushing her hips into the mattress and keeping her exactly where he wanted her.  

The finger kept moving and Connie kept trying to pull away.  It was just too much for her.  Suddenly a second finger was pressing inside her and she did not know how but somehow she bowed harder, pushing his fingers deeper.  Suddenly they curled just right and pressed into her G-spot. 

Any control she thought she had on her body was gone in an instant as she shook apart, her vision going completely white.  She felt a sudden pressure release and slick gushed out of her, splattering onto her thighs and the bed.  Most of it, however, ended up on Greg.  Not that he was complaining.  

He kept moving his finger working her through it until she went limp, twitching and hiccuping. Her hand had gone numb and her hips were killing her but she could barely feel it.  All she could feel was the throbbing of her cunt and a sudden empty feeling as Greg slowly pulled his finger free of her grip. 

“Holy shit, Baby,” Greg laughed a little as he admired the slick on his fingers and palm, glossy in the glow of the Christmas lights.

The tears just kept streaming down her cheeks as Greg smiled down at her. Everything hurts.  Pins and needles were tearing through her hands and her shoulders were killing her. And even though her cunt was aching from three back-to-back orgasms, she was still so turned that if she wasn't being fucked in the next three seconds she was simply going to die. But above all, she had missbehaved.

“Awe what's wrong sweetheart?”  Greg cooed over her.  She hiccuped pitifully as the words got clogged in her mouth. He chuckled as she whined and wiggled to free herself. After everything he had done for her, she disobeyed him.  She had been bad, had broken the rules, and needed to be punished.  If only she could say what she was trying to show with her body. 

“...I'm sorry Daddy!”  She finally managed as her little hiccups morphed into full-on sobs.  Now that she had finally found the work she couldn't seem to stop “I was a bad girl and came twice without permission!  On your birthday! I’m sorry Daddy, I’m so sorry!”

Greg smiled and cooed, clicked his tongue.  His face was full of pity and frankly, she deserved it.  She was pitiful.  All of the training the work Greg had put into to make her worthy of being his sex toy and she couldn't even hold herself together for one night.  

“Aww you poor thing.” Greg leaned down and kissed her forehead. Connie tried to calm herself but before she took a full breath in she was being flipped over and pressed into the pillow. Finally, the belt around her wrists was lost and tossed away.  She whined and reached back.  She wasn't even sure why she just needed to touch her daddy.  

“Easy, easy,”  Greg spoke gently as he let himself be grabbed at. As soon as his shirt was in her grasp she tugged at it, willing him to read her mind. Greg took the hint and crawled on top of her, letting himself press his whole weight on top of her. She was wound so tight it was comforting to be surrounded by such strong yet soft weight. It was one of the things she had found attractive about Greg when they had first met and she was nothing but a horny virgin who didn't even know how to touch herself properly. 

“So fucking needy”  He sighed as he tucked his chin into her shoulder.  He had a firm grip on her wrists and was stretching out her arms before pinning them above her head.  “What am I going to do with you?  Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted?”  

She moved to pull her face out of the pillow but he didn't let her, pressing his forearm on the back of her head keeping her in place. 

“I didn't say you could speak.  Nod yes or no '' He wasn't angry but his voice was firm. She nodded obediently and he moved his arm back as he settled more comfortably on top of her, half-hard cock pressing against her ass. She should be shocked that he was so excited so quickly but it barely even registered. 

Even though he was pushing middle age, his libido was just as strong as it was years ago. It was a byproduct of being with Rose for so many years he had told her. Her special gem powers slowly leached into him and “Healing” him.  He was in amazing health, rarely got sick and had a refractory period of a teenage boy who had just discovered porn. 

“Like I was saying, You said that daddy could do whatever he wanted to you did you mean that?”  His voice was gruff and it made her skin crawl. 

Connie nodded into the pillow, breathing in the smell of his sweat.

“Did you really mean it? Even if Daddy wants to fuck you until you pass out?  Or take you outside and strip you down.  Bend you over right in front of the fire. Fuck you and breed your pretty little pussy over and over again until I'm satisfied,”  He spoke directly into her, letting to soak in every word and image.  “Or I could just leave you like this.  Take you home and drop you off on the front porch.  Whatever I want, are you sure about that?”  

She didn't even hesitate to nod again.  It truly didn't matter to her what he did to her.  All she wanted, more than anything in the world, was to make Greg happy.  To make him just as happy as he made her. Greg smiled against her ear.  His hips pressed down, pressing his cock against her firmly one last time before he pulled away.  He didn't go far, she could feel him kneeling over her butt, the feeling of his jeans rubbing against her skin.  She slowly turned her head to the side, waiting to be chided but she never was.  

She looked back and watched as Greg pulled his tee off and tossed it to the side, revealing his tan, hairy chest and belly. After what felt like years and a million comments from Connie, Steven, and even some of his friends he had finally evened out his tan lines.  (Sorta, if you looked close enough they were still a little uneven)

He moved onto his pants without even looking up at her absorbed in his task.  She watched him unbutton and unzip his pants while the blood pumped back into her hands, the feeling coming back as they rested above her head.  Soon his pants and boxers were tossed aside as well and he was kneeling completely naked while she was still in her tee-shirt and skirt. Greg didn't seem to mind as he pulled the white fabric up just enough to reveal her ass as he ran his hands over her cheeks, massaging the skin he had spanked raw mere moments ago.  Felt like forever.

“Your pussy is so swollen already, Princess, and we have barely started.”  He said as he pulled her cheeks apart to look at her holes without shame.  “I wonder what it will look like when I'm done with it.”  

She hummed as he reached around the side of the mattress, grabbed out a bottle of lube that had been tucked away for safekeeping, and popped the top.  She moved her head back, resting her head on her forearm as the feeling of lube drooled between her butt cheeks.  It was perfectly cool, flowing slowly, covering every nook and cranny as it traveled down.

She sighed and tried her best to relax during this little break.  Judging by the sheer amount of lube that was being poured between her cheeks she knew what was going to happen next and the next time she was going to relax was when…well when Greg had had enough.  She chewed at her lip a little at the thought. 

Greg smeared the lube over her holes, mixing it with his own cum until she was a slicked-up mess. Even though Connie wasn't looking she could hear slick wet noises of his hand moving on his cock slicking it up with the leftover lube on his hand. 

“Push your hips up, babygirl.” Greg tosses the bottle away and reaches over her head, grabbing a pillow that had been pressed between the seat and the mattress and slides it under her hips as she lifts them, “Now spread those pretty little legs for me.”

Connie pulled her legs apart obediently and felt Greg's warm hands spread her pussy lips apart once and shuffled forward.  As soon as the throbbing in cunt subsided enough for her to actually start to relax, the tip of his cock was pressing against her hole.  She let out a prolonged high-pitched whine as he pushed it in slow, taking his sweet time.  

“Thatta girl, just stay nice and relaxed for me.  Fuck you’re tight.”  Greg mumbled praise, focusing on his task. “Such a good girl for Daddy. Taking my cock so well, like you were made for it. Halfway there. You are doing such a good job, my perfect girl.” 

It took all of her brain power not to tense up or push back and speed up the process.  Her mouth hung open, little moans and quick breaths poured from her mouth as she laid there and felt her daddy’s cock push inside of her cunt.  The feeling was coming back to her hands as she gripped the pillowcase in a white knuckle grip

Most of the time, Greg made sure to stretch her out with his fingers and push in before she could tighten up again but tonight he was taking his time, making her feel every single inch. She knew realistically that Greg had an above-average penis, but nothing proved just how thick and fucking big he really was in this position.  

After what felt like hours and just when it felt like she was going to be split in half, his thighs finally pressed against her ass, his cock fully seated inside of her.  She could feel the warmth of his balls resting against the top of her mound.

“Good girl. So patience for me.”  He panted out, fingers sprayed over her ass, his thumbs pulling her cheeks apart.  “I just wanted to take my time with you, fuck you like you deserve.  You like that don't you?”  

She nodded before he had finished speaking, making him chuckle as he started to rock his hips back and forth.  The uncontrollable little moans that began to come from her mouth were pornographic as Greg moved back and forth, picking up speed.

“Look at that, you're opening up so quickly,”  Greg grunted as he repositioned his hands, one gripping her hip and the other coming up to grip her shoulder. “Such a good fuck toy for me” 

“Fuck!” She squeaked out a curse as he pulled back and gave her a hard, deep thrust followed by quick shallow ones.  He kept up with the inconsistent pattern, surprising her with every change in speed. She wondered ideally how long he had been doing this.  She felt drunk on cock, the feeling of the slicked member moving in and out of her over and over again.

It was almost funny how good being fucked felt.  

It was almost like he was rocking her to sleep.  It was relaxing enough to let her mind go blank and the edges of her vision fuzz around the edges. She whimpered and moved her hips to meet him. They moved in tandem grinding against each other sleepily. 

They were just getting a groove going when Greg grabbed onto her hips and pressed her into the bed, thrusts picking up speed, pushing as deep as he could go inside of her. She jolted awake and grunted. It felt as though he was thrusting into her stomach.  She knew that he wasn't as that was not anatomically possible, but it felt like it.  

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good. Wish I could fuck you all day.”  Greg grunted as he thrust her into the bed.  All she could hear was the wet sound of their hips slapping together, both of their thighs sticky with the mixture of cum and lube.

Every breath felt like it was being forced out as soon as she had breathed it in as Greg's thrusting grew faster and rougher. She tried to move her hips, just enough for his cock to find his g-spot but his hand gripped her hips so tight she felt it in her bones. Almost like he thought she was going to start crawling away at any second. She never would as all she could feel was pleasure in every cell in her body, every nerve ending was on fire.  

“You’re just so fucking tight.”  He panted out as he pulled her hips up and angled them so he could push deeper. “I know that you wanna cum. Go on, Cum for me. Cum on Daddy's cock, just like I taught you. Do it for me baby, show Daddy how good he is at his job. Cum for me Princess.”

It was embarrassing how a few simple words acted like a sleeper agent trigger. Her orgasm ripped through her before her brain could decide to do it.  Her cunt constricted like a vice, trying to push the cock out as slick gushed out.  Stars flashed in her eyes and her legs shook hard as Greg showed no signs of stopping 

“Shit, hold still,”  He grunted and pushed her down again.  Greg's breath got quicker and his thrust picked up speed, losing any sense of rhythm. All Connie could do was wailed into the pillow, but Greg pays it no mind, pounding her like there was no tomorrow, his heavy balls were hitting her clit with every thrust  

Suddenly the man above her let out a shout and pushed his cock in almost impossibly deep.  There was a moment of stillness, his cock twitched, and in an instant, her pussy was being filled with cum. 

She sobs as thick, hot, cum fills her cunt, Greg grunts with every snap of his hips, pressing her deeper and deeper into the bed, eventually just laying on top of her.  He was sweaty and heavy on top of her, but Connie needed him closer. 

“Holy shit.”  He said finally, his orgasm winding down. He pressed kisses against her shoulders and the back of her neck. ,  “Holy fucking shit.  You did so well, Baby. So fucking well.  Taking all of Daddy's cum like a champ.”

“So full…feels so good.” She speaks slowly, as the last jolts of stimulation fizzle out and fade, leaving her rung out. She was so sore and so raw, but it felt good.  It hurt so freaking good. They lay together as time started to fade away.  Greg tucks her chin on her shoulders leaving lazy kisses on her cheek and neck. 

Her mind was fuzzy. Thoughts came and went like water flowing through her fingers.  She was so full and so warm, all she wanted was to stay right here, just like this forever.  No more gem shenanigans, no more school, no more stupid tennis or stupid violin. Just her and her daddy, together.

Greg moved above her and she felt the way his cock shifted ever so slightly, the way the cum rushed to escape but he kept his hip pressed against hers. She wondered if he was getting her pregnant, fertilizing her this very second. She was ovulating, ironically. Rationally she knew that was not the cas as she was on birth control but the fantasy made her stomach flip. 

She had always wanted children but she had a plan, just like her mother did, but recently she had been plagued with the images of herself young and pregnant.  She could say that she didn't know why she was even thinking of that stuff but that would be a lie.

There was this girl she tutored, Lara.  She was only a year older than her, that was just about 7 months pregnant and if Connie was being completely honest she had never seen a prettier girl in her life.  She was glowing from the inside out with the sweetest personality to match.  She was so smart too, acing every practice test they took together.  But the more sessions they had had together the more Connie found herself enamored by her round belly.

Lara always wore the prettiest flowing dresses and skirts that made her look so beautiful and she was alway touching it, resting her hand on the swell of belly while she read over her notes. And her boyfriend was amazing.  She only met him once or twice but every time Lara talked about him, she would light up.  They loved each other and their bun in the oven was proof of that.

There was a part of her that knew her parents had children just to check off a box in the checklist of life.  Not that they didn't love her, they absolutely did, she was sure of it. But she had always had this sneaking feeling that all of these expectations weren't made for her, but for whatever nebula dream child they cooked up. 

Her parents had children because that was what was expected of them but people like Lara and her boyfriend, people like Greg, actually seemed to have wanted their  children. 

Connie wanted that.  She wanted children. She knew that they were hard and thinking about when she was not even a junior in high school was borderline insane.  On the other hand her boyfriend was a hybrid alien rock and her other boyfriend is his dad and  she had been to space multiple times before she had graduated middle school, not to mention there 

The logistics quickly faded into fantasy images of her with a round swollen belly and boobs that finally filled out a swimsuit.  Stretch Marks and hands on her belly, feeling the baby kick.  Little feet in the sand, a little head of black curls waddling around the temple. Steven would be a good father, and Greg would be a great grandfather.  Just the offhanded thought of that made her mind fit him into every image.  Of course Steven was there but Greg was at the forefront everytime and it made her chest ache in longing. That was the life she wanted. 

Just as she feels consciousness starts slipping away and the dreams of sitting in Greg lap on the lunge chair, his cock warm in her pussy and his baby warm in her belly trying to pull her to sleep, she startles herself awake.

Greg grunts in her ear in surprise.  “You ok?”

She nods and turns back to look at him, trying to sober up from her fantasies. Greg's eyebrows were raised in slight concern as they locked eyes. Connie almost felt bad for not just going to sleep but he had yet to be satisfied. She could feel his cock half-hard, still nestled inside of her.  She couldn't have that, on his birthday no less.  She knew that her voice was going to be croaky but she spoke anyway, “Are you still hard?”  

“Yeah,” he answers a little awkwardly, looking almost bashful. “But you're done for the night, aren't you sweetheart?”

“Are you?”  She challenges back, even though she keeps her voice sweet. He looks at her right in her eyes.  They stare at each other, speaking without opening their mouths.

After a couple of silent moments, Greg pushed himself up and back onto his knees, he moved so his hips stayed pressed against hers, keeping his cock inside of her.  Only when he was fully up did he start to pull back.  He took his sweet time pulling away moving out inch by tortuous inch only the head of his cock remained inside.

She could feel his fingers running along the side of her hole and as soon as his cock slipped out, two of them pushed in. Shoving the cum right back where it came from before it even had the chance to leak out. She gasped out as he stuffed his fingers in and out, collecting what leaked out and pushing it back in until he was satisfied.

“Can’t have you losing any of Daddy’s cum, can we?”  He chuckled as she whined and tried to wiggle away.  It wasn't enough and even though it had been mere seconds Connie was desperately empty.  

Almost like he had read her mind, he pulled his fingers away and flipped her over onto her back, and was now smiling down at her. She smiled back as a wicked thought came to her mind.  She wordlessly grabbed her knees and pulled them up and apart, putting her cunt on full display.

“Awe look at you, so eager.”  Greg chuckled and put his hands over her own, pushing her legs back even farther and let his cock slap against her cunt.  It was so hot and slick she could feel it throbbing, their heart beats beating against each other.

Greg sighed and pulled back, pushing his cock back inside of her taking his time to let her cunt stretched open once again.  The grip he had on her ankles was so freaking tight and prevented her from closing her legs, no matter how hard she tried. He pulled out almost to the tip and then pressed back in as she moaned pitifully. 

No matter what noise she made, Greg just kept fucking her at his own pace, seeming to take joy in watching his cock disapperer inside of her.  With every thrust he leaned down more and more until he was completely on top of her, her knees tucked against his shoulders.  All of her muscles burned as she was folded in half, her knees almost touching her head.

“Oh fuck!”  She choked out as her Daddy continued to thrust into her, taking his time to press in so deep it felt like he was pressing into her diaphragm.  Every breath was a fight to get air in her lungs.  All of the good feelings that she was feeling were being pushed out of her with every thrust. She could feel the vibrations of Greg speaking but she couldn't hear him over her own pathetic sobs.  She felt like she was going to die.  “I- I can't-!” 

“Can’t what baby?”  Greg asked sweetly in her ear.  He must have noticed that she wasn't listening.  His hips stilled but didnt stop, just grinding against her.  She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her womb and his pelvis was putting pressure on her swollen clit.  It was just too much- Too much pressure. Too much stretching. Too much.  Too much.

“I can't- No more please”  Every word was followed by a sob as she weakly wiggled, unable to decide if she wanted to pull herself away or press closer. “ No more please, I can't take it!”  

Greg coo’d affectedly in her ear and kissed along her neck.  He made no move to pull away, pressing his up and down in minute movements.  She sobbed louder and tried to push him away but was no match for his sheer size and strength. “Take a breath baby.  Daddy’s almost done.”

Connie cried out louder and tried to pull away from the kisses but Greg was having none of it.  He continued to kiss her, licking away her tears as they fell.  He cradled her face and held it patiently until she opened up her eyes and looked into his. 

“You're not done, are you baby?  You can take it, I know you can.”  He spoke gently as she hiccuped.  “Say it for me?”

“I-”  She breathed wetly, finally feeling like she was getting actual air in her lungs now that he had sat up a bit.  She blinked away a fresh wave of tears and held eye contact.  It might be too much but this is what she was made to do. “I can take it.”

“Was the mating press too much for you babygirl? Oh you poor baby.”  Greg asked like he was chiding to a child and all Connie could do was nod.  He chuckled and sat up enough to free her leg, tucking them against his hip, his cock never leaving her.  

With her legs off her chest she could breath finally.  Greg let her catch her breath before moving again, grinding his hip in the new position, his hand coming back to cup her face,  “Say it again.”

“I can take it.”  Her voice broke as she spoke and she meant it.  Her cunt was pulseating and all she wanted was to be fucked.  She was being such a good girl right now, taking the pain and the pleasure. She was made for this to be bred by his big beautiful cock.  She was going to take whatever her daddy gave her and she would do so happily. “I can take it daddy, Fuck me. I can take it!”  

She chanted the sentence over and over again as his hips picked up speed.  She try to keep saying it but soon all she could do was moan again as Greg fucked her properly.  Her arms wrapped around his neck as they held eye contact.  They kissed sloppily, their moans melting together with the sound of wet slapping skin into a cacophonous sound of sex. 

This was the reason that Connie did this. She knew that this was. It was illegal, wildly unethical, and frankly completely fucked up.  She was dating his son for god's sake! 

But even though he guided her with a firm hand, Greg never forced her into this.  He loved her and he showed it every chance he got. 

In the way he took care of her, making sure she ate and looked after herself.  He made her laugh and listened to her like she was the most interesting thing he had ever heard.  In the way he fucked her stupid and pumped her full of his seed. He gave her exactly what she needed exactly when she needed it. She belonged to him in every way you can belong to a person and it made it happier than anything else she had ever done.

Greg grunted above her and pulled away just enough to break their contact.  “You’re being such a good girl for me baby, squeezing me so good.  Such a good girl for me.  I wish you could feel your cunt right now.”

She moaned happily as noises continued to pounded out of her.  Her eyes were closed tightly and she could feel hot tears continuing to stream down her cheeks.  She reached out blindly, desperately looking for the scruffy lips she was just kissing.  Unfortunately for her they were busy babbling as he bit and sucked on her nipples and breasts, her shirt shoved up under her chin.

“So warm…soft. Drooling with Daddies cum. Such a good pussy.  Such a good pocket pussy for me.  I wish I could stay inside of you all goddamn day, all day long. Keep my cock nice and warm in my sweet little sex toy. You would like that wont you, babygirl? Just keep pumping you full of cum over and over again. Waking up and going to sleep being stuffed full of Daddy's cock. Oh I know you want that, I can feel it. You're squeezing me so tight, I know you so well don't I? ”

Greg's breath was hot against her skin as every other word was punctuated by a deep, powerful thrust of his hips or a sharp bite that made her skin prickle. The angle he had was perfect and matched with every inch of his girth pushing inside of her.  With every thrust she was sure he was going to split her right in half but the only thing that happened was the constant flow of mind numbing pleasure from his movements.  

He wasnt even doing anything special but she was so far gone that she wasn't sure she was gonna be able to go back to the way they usually fuck. This was all just and was a special occasion afterall.  A birthday gift that only worked out because everything matched up for fucking once and here she is unable to speak or even think of anything other than the cock inside of her. Sure Greg always made her feel good but this was…this made her feel amazing . 

“Made to take cock,” He grunted in her ear, “Made to be bred, weren't you? God I wish you could see your face right now, you are so pretty being bred. Daddy is gonna put a baby in a needy pussy, don't even have to ask for it. That's what I want for my birthday, cumming inside of my little girl until I get you pregnant. You want that?”

All she was left to do was moan like a pitiful little bitch and nod quickly, frantically digging her fingers into his back, holding on for dear life. Even with her eyes tightly closed she was seeing stars every time he thrusted inside of her. Greg's skin was breaking under her nails but she kept her grip firm, the only anchor to hold her together.   Her cunt felt white hot and she could feel herself being dragged to the edge once again, pressure building in her gut that she knew soon would overwhelm her.

She released her grip on Gregs back and pulled at his hair with a white knuckle grip until their mouths smushed together once again.  Connie reached blindly, wrapping her arms around his neck clumsily.  Their tongues danced together as Greg wrapped his arms under her and pressed their bodies even closer.  She brought her knees up and pressed them into his hips, keeping him where he was.  She was clinging to him as if he was trying to get away from her.

When they finally pulled apart, she was left gasping for air desperately trying to speak coherently. All that came out however were happy, broken moans. High pitched noises forced out of her body with every movement of her daddy’s cock inside of her.  Greg had stoped talking now, putting all of his focus into fucking her.  He pulled her hands off of himself and pinned them next to her head.  His grip was tight but it quickly moved upwards as he wove their fingers together tightly.

“There we go baby, let daddy take care of you.”  He panted out as he loomed over her. She finally opened her eyes and was met by Greg's hungry gaze.  He was staring at her like an animal with its prey, smiling wildly, sweat sticking to his brow. Even with the windows open, the heat in the van was growing hotter by the second. 

“I-”  She managed finally, her voice cracking embarrassingly loudly “-Cum? Can I-cum?  Can I?  Please”  Connie sobbed out finally.  It startled her how even this fucked out, this wreaked, she still had the wherewithal to ask permission to cum.  Greg was right, she was nothing more than a well trained sex toy.  And just that thought made her smile drunkenly as she repeated herself, her voice weak but happy “Can I cum, please daddy?”

“Of course you can baby, cum for daddy. That's my girl. Cum on my dick, just like I trained you too.”  He cheered her on, his thrusts becoming quicker and rougher and she could feel him twitching. Any pace they had set was out the window dissolving in animalistic grunting and wailing. Connie was pushing her hips up to meet his thrust, hoping to find an angle that hit the spot. Even though she had only been having sex for about a year and a half, she had learned a lot. 

Sometimes it was a slow, soft build up to climax. The gentle movement of a hand, the softness of a mouth. A gentle wave washing over you. Other times it was like being punched. In the stomach. Hit so hard that it knocks all the air out of your lungs and knocks you down. This was one of those times.

There were too many sensations instantaneously. Greg thrust deep inside of her, hitting the perfect angle and her vision went white, her whole body went involuntarily rigid. Her legs were stuck straight out, her toes spread out almost painfully.  Her head jerked back into her pillow, her mouth dropped open. A long drawn out wail ripped from deep within her chest. The pressure was gone with a sudden gush, slick or squirt she couldn't tell, but she could feel the wetness spread under her.

Greg made no move to stop or even slow down, forcefully dragging her orgasm out.  She couldn't control her body movements but he kept her in place easily.  Just as her cunt started to truly hurt with overstimulation, Greg stilled.  He pressed his cock as deeply as he could inside of her.  Just as she could feel his dick pressing against her womb, white hot cum flooded her cunt. A scream ripped from her throat as Connie's vision went white.  A second wave of squirt burst out as a second almost painful orgasm crashing into her like a truck. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see.  She couldn't think.  

Just as suddenly as everything happened, her vision went black and everything stopped. 

--

Connie came to with the feeling of arms wrapping under her back and being lifted up off the mattress. She made no effort to fight it as all of her muscles felt like she had been stretched out on a taffy puller.

“There we go,” Greg pulled her up against his chest, and tucked his arm under her legs. They had moved locations, she could see the boardwalk in the distance over his shoulder before he turned and started walking. Her mind couldn't figure where he was going until the sound of the familiar creak of the wooden stairs of the beach house came from his feet. 

He was humming as he walked and she closed her eyes, the cool evening breeze tugging at her hair which she had no doubt was a wild knotted mess.  

She felt him open the screen door with his body but the next time she opened her eyes was the feeling of Greg gently rubbing her back in the bathroom, resting her but on the sink's edge. 

“Hey baby,”  He whispered as he continued to rub her back, “We gotta get you cleaned up ok?”

She nodded into his shoulder but made no move to stand on her own.  She felt like she had been hit by a bus and standing didn't seem like the thing that would alleviate that feeling. 

Greg laughed a little as she cuddled into his chest.  He carried her over and gently placed her on the toilet seat.  “Do your business, I’m gonna get the bath started.”

She nodded and as soon as he had stepped out of her grasp she felt incomplete.  Every ache hurt more and the sudden emptiness inside of her almost hurt as she relieved herself. It took all of her strength to not start crying, it just didn't feel right. She could see Greg was feet away from her, filling the bath with hot water and bubble bath. Soon the whole room was filled with steam and the smell of dates and vanilla.

“Is-”  Her voice was hoarse and cracked awkwardly. She swallowed and started again, with slightly better results. “Is that my soap?”

“Yeah, grab it from your bag, that's ok?” He turned back to look at her. She nodded and cleaned herself up as gently as she could powering though the way that the toilet paper felt like sandpaper on her abused little pussy. She stood to flush and almost fell down again. The simple act of engaging her muscles was too much and every movement felt like she was trying to move though wet sand. 

Connie didn't even look at the toilet as she flushed and hobbled forward.  She was left almost out of breath when she finally reached Greg and leaned against his back. She could feel the way he braced and supported her wait and her heart melted. 

“Hey I was gonna come and get you.”

“I'm sorry.”  She mumbled into his shirt.  It was a thread-barren old band tee that she was familiar with but couldn't remember exactly what band it was, different from the one he was wearing before.

“‘bout what?”  He instantly sounded upset which just made Connie feel worse

“It's your birthday and you're taking care of me, it should be the other way around.” she mumbled.

“Hey, I don't wanna hear any of that. I wanna take care of you, so that's what I’m going to do”  He said simply.

She hummed and continued to lean against him as the tub filled with water.  Once it was ready Greg helped pull off her clothes, taking great care to move slowly and gently as he could.  He guided her into the bath with the same reverence.  The water was so hot it felt cold for a moment before the heat washed over her. She winched but made no move to pull away from the warm hands that guided her until she was seated in the tub, the water coming right up to her chest. 

“The new tub is nice, isn't it?”  Greg smiles and he sat down beside it, watching Connie as she settled in. “It was Bismuth's idea. She has got quite the eye for that sorta stuff.”

Connie nodded and looked at Greg through her eye lashes, “You just gonna sit and watch me?”

“Yeah but in my defense, you are very pretty to look at.” Greg smiled and leaned over, kissing her on the lip.  She hummed and kissed back, a wet hand on his cheek. He laughed a little and relaxed back against the vanity, holding onto her hand in his.

Between the soft lighting and Greg's light nonsensical humming, Connie found herself having to fight to stay conscious for the third time tonight. She pulled her knees up and rested her cheek.

“Don't fall asleep on me,”  Greg chuckled and squeezed her hand a little. His voice was so gentle and sweet that it made her melt “What do you need from Daddy? And I don't want any lip about it, this is an order.”

“Can you sing for me? That one I like from ‘Nietzsche's breakdown’ ”  She asked sleepily, trying her best to not feel guilty for asking for anything. She listened to that song almost every time she was in the van but the title escaped her.  She knew what it was about, something about believing in yourself and your goodness but also about sex at the same time but not in a weird way. It was sensual and beautiful in the way that only songs could do “ Anti-nature, I think.”

“Easy-peasy” He smiled and started gently tapping out the beat on his thigh before he began to sing.  The song was soft and moody and Greg's voice fit it so well that she wished that she could exchange the one on the record for his rendition. Maybe he could record it for her.

Once he had finished the first song, he sang the next one from the album and so on and so on. Greg sang until her fingers were pruny and her eyes were dry with exhaustion. Only then did he decree that she was clean enough to be free from the tub, which was thankfully still comfortably warm.

He took perfect care of her. After helping her out of the draining bath, he took great care in drying her off, brushing and braiding her hair into neat dutch braids, helping her brush her teeth and making her take advil. Once she had finished her glass of water and had a second one just for good measure, did he wrap her in a fresh towel and scoop her up princess style.

“You don't have to carry me.”  She said into the side of his neck with a little kiss.

“Yeah I do.”  

There was no room to argue as they climbed the stairs and walked  into the bedroom.

“Before you say anything, the sheets are fresh, put ‘em on before I grabbed you from the van and the ones in the van, for that matter, are a complete mess so we are sleeping here tonight.”  He said as he placed her on top of the down comforter.

She nodded and replaced the towel with the cool down comforter.  “We’re gonna sleep together?”

“Yeah.  As a treat for the birthday boy.”  He chuckled. Any other day Connie would have absolutely objected but when the warp had been moved up stairs, a part had been broken and Bismuth had to go to Homeworld to get a new one.  Between that Greg walking around and locking all of the doors the thought of being caught was a distant one.  

The seconds that Greg was downstairs seemed to drag on as she snuggled deeper into the duvet.  He reappeared and quickly pulled off his own clothes and added them to the mess that seemed to seep into every corner of this house. He climbed under the covers with her and she instantly ducked under his arm, cuddling to his warm body.

“You did so good tonight.”  Greg praised her as soon as they had settled, making her blush.

“Thank you daddy.  So you really liked your present?” 

“Oh yeah. Loved it.”  He kissed her forehead, pulling her against him.

“What were your favorite parts? I wanna know for next time.”

“Why don't we talk about it tomorrow baby, we need to get our rest.”  He chuckled and they both cuddled in.  

“But I wanna know,” SHe whined a little, nuzzling against his neck.  His stubble tickled her skin but she liked it, “Pretty please, then I'll go right to sleep.”

“Fine, fine.”  He hummed, looking off to the side acting as if he had to think hard about his answer, “I liked it when you just couldn't stop cumming, It was cute watching the faces you made as you tried to stop it.”  

She giggled, “I did try!”

“I know, I know, you aren't in trouble, baby.” He chuckled.  She felt the way it reverberated through his chest. Like a cat purring, it made her cuddle closer. 

“I also like when you keep babbling about being bred.  You were so desperate it was adorable.”

“Wait, when I say that?”  she asked genuinely. Greg laughed properly now as she pushed herself up, suddenly not sleepy at all, “Greg! When did I say that?”

“Wait, wait you don't remember?’  He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest, “And remember who you're talking to.”

“I'm sorry, daddy!” There was a playfulness to his voice that kept the air light and made her giggle too.

“Well to answer your question, because you asked so sweetly.  It was right before you dozed off on your belly. “Oh breed me daddy, put a baby in my belly. Breed me, breed me!’ He mimicked her voice playfully as he pressed her against his chest.

“What?” she squawked out as she tried to pull herself free, “I did not sound like that!”

“You absolutely do!” Greg laughed as he finally let her go, letting her fall back into her pillow. 

She felt her whole face go hot, “Oh my god that is so embarrassing! I can't believe I said that!

“It was cute, you were so needy and excited.” Greg grabbed her again and pulled her back into his side, much gentler this time. “Don't worry baby one day put a baby in that belly of yours.” 

“Oh my god, don't say that.” She chuckled and yawned, snuggling against him.

“Don't be embarrassed, it's cute.” Greg started to hum a quiet lullaby. Connie naively thought that it would take her a second to fall asleep but as soon as her mouth stopped moving she was snoring quietly into a pillow. The comforting weight of Greg’s arms wrapped around her feeling like a weighted blanket, her mind racing over the silly little dreams of babies and all the fun you have making them.