I love being my daddy’s little breeding whore and as soon as this rug rat plops out of my fertile cunt, I want him to fuck my cunt right there in the hospital and stuff another seed inside of me! Daddy started pounding my fresh virgin pussy a while ago and got my young slut body preggers on the very first try. Now he keeps my cunt full of meat all the time.
With all the pressure from the rugrat, his cock feels even bigger inside me than before and when he sticks his tongue inside my kitty, I swear it’s just like he is licking her little clit to! She starts kicking and the more she kicks the deeper daddy licks!
But now that I am already in the family way, daddy says we don’t want to waste all that yummy cum! He says the protein is really good for the little brat and he wants her to be nice and healthy if she is going to be a fuck whore like her mother!
So he has me on a regular feeding schedule every four hours. I don’t mind at all! I love to suck on that big fat baby maker! There is nothing better than having my little whore mouth stuffed with daddy dick and feeling that cream shoot down the back of my throat!
Mmm, I am getting hungry just thinking about it!


















I remember the first time I was with a man. My mommy’s boyfriend, my step daddy, showed me exactly what it means to be a woman. I was a teen, I’m hornier than anything. Being a French girl in the Southern United States? That got me a lot of attention from the boys. But down in Baton Rouge, down in New Orleans, it’s not as uncommon as you might think. My step daddy took a special interest in me. Mama was out at the market, shopping with my sister Marci. He came to me after I had finished my back. Wordlessly, he sat me on my bed, laid me down, spread my sweet, young, bald pussy lips, and gave me a true kiss. The kiss that let his younger flicker over my clit. The kiss that left me screaming, and shaking. He scolded me, as I called for God’s blessing in my native tongue. Over his knee I went, freshly dripping and trembling from my first orgasm. He spanked my bare ass again, and again. Until I counted in English, and spoke never again a word of French. Then, he kissed me again on my young cunt before slipping his fingers inside of me. Only a taste, he said. When I was begging, he’d let me have his cock. It was later that summer on a sticky Louisiana August evening that we conceived my first son. He branded me as his breeding whore. And I lapped it all up; a kitten with her cream. Now, I teach my own little ones. I smile; I’m the cat that got the canary.



