I knocked up my best friend's Daughter and her Best friend.

Debby and her gang assaulted Kim and Tina in the locker room, forcibly removing their underwear & threatened that on Monday, the football team would rape them.

I do apologize for the length of the story.

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Kim, my friend's daughter and Tina are pinned down by a group of girls in the girl's locker room. Debby is mocking them, take off those panties she orders. One of the other girls takes each of there panties off. Debby comes over and puts her hand under our girl's skirts, feeling their pussies. "Good," she says, "You waxed as I had ordered."

Debby looks at Kim and Tina and says, "You know what I have planned for you on Monday? The entire football team is going to fuck your pussies raw. You'll be walking bow-legged for a week." Debby laughs as she continues, "I hope you enjoy sucking cock. Each football player will be cumming in your mouths. Then they'll be pounding your pussies until you scream."

Debby lets them go and says, "I'm keeping these panties as trophies." She holds Kim's panties in her hand and says, "Monday, after football practice, I'll be giving these to the team captain as proof that you're both ready to serve." Debby laughs as she stashed both pairs of panties in her bag.

Kim and Tina scramble away, trembling as they adjust their skirts without underwear. They rush out of the locker room, their cheeks burning with shame. Tina whispers, "We have to do something," her voice cracking. Kim nods, wiping tears away. "He's out today," she says softly. "My dad's friend. The one who went to prison."

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Kim and Tina found me sitting on the porch steps of Kim’s house, squinting against the afternoon sun like it was something foreign. The screen door slammed behind them as they burst out, faces pale, skirts still rumpled from their ordeal. Tina’s knuckles were white where she gripped Kim’s arm. "Uncle Tom," Kim squealed, her voice excited She ran up to me jumping in my arms and giving me a long peck kiss on the lips. We had been greeting one another like that forever, "Dad said you’re staying here until… until you get settled." With my hands on her ass, I notice that she isn't wearing anything underneath. I decided not to mention it.

Tina shifted her weight, eyes darting toward the street. "We’ve got this… project," she blurted out, twisting the hem of her skirt. "For health class. About… anatomy." Kim shot her a frantic look, then plastered on a shaky smile. "Yeah! Like… practical exams?"

I slid my hands up Kim’s waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin beneath her skirt. "Practical’s my specialty." The porch boards groaned as I stood, Kim still wrapped around me. Tina trailed behind, biting her lip as I kicked open the screen door.

Inside, the smell of stale coffee clung to the air. Kim slid down slowly, her skirt riding up to expose her smooth thighs and a flash of pussy. "Debby’s forcing us to… service the team Monday," she whispered. Tina tugged at her collar. "They’ll rape us raw," she added, voice hollow. "And no one believes us because her uncle’s the mayor."

I leaned against the kitchen counter, the chipped laminate cool against my palms. "Ever been touched?" I asked bluntly, nodding toward their skirts. Tina flinched. Kim shook her head fast, cheeks scarlet. "Debby shoved her fingers in today," she admitted, staring at the floor. "That’s… all."

Tina’s knuckles whitened. "They’ll tear us apart Monday." Her voice cracked. "We need to know how to take it. How to… survive." She met my eyes, desperation stripping away the pretense. Kim trembled against me. "Debby said they’ll make us swallow. All of them." Her whisper carried the sour tang of fear. "And after…" She trailed off, but her hand drifted unconsciously between her legs. "We’re not ready."

Tina’s nails dug into her own arms. "They took our panties. Proof we’re… willing." Her laugh scraped like broken glass. "Bullshit. They’ll pin us down. Hurt us. Real bad." She met my stare, pupils wide. "You know how fists feel. How teeth feel. Teach us how not to break."

Kim pressed against my chest, trembling. "Please, Uncle Tom. Before Monday." Her breath hitched. "Debby’s gonna watch."

I wrapped my arms around both girls, pulling them close. My palms slid beneath their skirts, patting there bare asses soft, tense, untouched. Tina gasped, her hips jerking forward. "Nobody can know," I growled into Kim’s hair. Her pulse hammered against my lips. "One whisper lands me back in a cell."

Kim whimpered as I squeezed her right buttock, fingertips digging deep. "You’re scared." My thumb traced her seam. "But that hole’s gonna be full Monday." Tina shuddered against me, sweat beading on her neck. "So we start with breathing. Slow. Deep. Like drowning’s a choice."

I stepped back, the sudden space a void. "Skirts off. Now." I Ordered. Tina flinched but obeyed, trembling fingers unzipping the side. The fabric pooled at her feet. Kim followed, eyes locked on mine as she shimmied out of hers. They stood bare-legged, flushed, their small breasts rising and falling fast beneath cotton t-shirts. "Shirts too," I said, my voice low and rough. "Bullies don’t leave modesty intact."

Kim peeled her shirt over her head, exposing pale, pink-tipped breasts. Tina hesitated, arms crossed over her chest. "It’s cold," she whispered. "It’s fear," I corrected, grabbing a kitchen chair and dragging it with a screech into the center of the living room. "Sit, Kim." She perched on the edge, knees pressed together. "Spread ‘em. Show me what Debby’s planning to wreck." Kim whimpered, but slowly parted her thighs, revealing smooth skin and the tight, pink fold beneath.

I knelt, the worn carpet rough against my knees. Kim flinched as my calloused thumbs brushed her inner thighs. "Breathe," I ordered, my breath hot against her mound. She gasped as my tongue traced a slow, deliberate line from the base of her slit to the rapidly swelling bud at the top. Tina watched, frozen, one hand clamped over her mouth. Kim’s hips jerked. "Don’t pull away," I growled against her skin, my tongue swirling around her clit. "That little nub? Monday, they’ll grind it raw. Make it hurt." Kim whimpered again, softer this time, as I sucked gently.

My fingers spread her wider. "Open up," I commanded, pressing two fingertips against her tight entrance. She cried out, a sharp sound that echoed off the empty walls. "It burns!" "Good," I muttered. "Remember that burn. That’s your body fighting. Monday, it’ll fight harder." I pushed deeper, feeling her virgin muscles clench like a fist around my knuckles. Sweat slicked her thighs. "Breathe through it. Like drowning slow."

Tina watched, trembling. "They won’t be gentle," she whispered. "No," I agreed, twisting my fingers inside Kim. She arched, nails scraping the chair. "They’ll shove in dry. Tear you open." I pulled out, fingers glistening. "Your turn, Tina. Kneel." She sank to the carpet, eyes wide with terror. "Open your mouth." She obeyed, lips trembling. "Tongue out." I traced her tongue with my wet fingers. "Taste her? That’s innocence. Monday, you’ll taste sweat, salt, blood."

I gripped the back of Tina’s head. "Deep breaths. Like swallowing poison." She gagged as I pushed my fingers deep into her throat, holding her there.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. "They’ll hold you down like this," I growled. "Make you choke." Kim sobbed quietly from the chair. "Eyes open, Tina. See that fear? That’s your power. Not your throat."

Releasing her, I grabbed Kim’s hips and yanked her to the edge of the chair. "Now you." Her mouth opened instinctively. I spat thick saliva onto her lips. "Swallow it. That’s all you’ll get Monday—spit and cum." She trembled as I thrust two fingers back inside her, curling them hard. "This cunt?" I twisted deeper. "It’ll bleed. But you won’t scream. You’ll moan. Make them think you love it."

Tina crawled closer, her breath ragged. "How do I… take it all?" I shoved her face between Kim’s legs. "Lick her. Like you’re starving." Tina’s tongue flicked tentatively against Kim’s clit. Kim gasped, back arching. "Harder," I commanded, pressing Tina’s head down. "Suck it like a cock." Tina obeyed, lips sealing over the swollen bud. Kim’s thighs clamped around her head, a choking sound escaping.

Kim’s body went rigid, a silent scream tearing through her as her hips bucked violently. Waves of raw pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling. Sweat slicked her skin. Her eyes flew open, wide and unfocused. "Now," I growled, yanking Tina up by her hair. "Trade places. Kim, get on your knees." Kim slid down, legs shaking.

I pulled Tina onto the chair, prying her thighs apart. Her breath hitched at the sudden exposure. "Look at her," I ordered, pressing Kim’s face between Tina’s legs. "Taste her fear. Taste what they’ll take Monday." Kim’s tongue flicked timidly against Tina’s slit. Tina gasped, fingers knotting in Kim’s hair. "Harder," I snarled. "Make her come like you just did. Show her how to fake it when they rip her open." Kim sucked Tina’s clit fiercely, desperately, while Tina’s moans dissolved into ragged cries.

I held Kim’s head down as she worked. "This is survival," I growled. "Not pleasure. Remember the burn. Remember the gag." I shoved two fingers into Tina’s tight opening, twisting ruthlessly. She screamed, back arching off the chair. "That’s the sound they’ll rip out of you—raw and ugly. Breathe into it. Own it." Tina’s body convulsed, her thighs clamping around my wrist as her climax tore through her, sharp and brutal.

I released Kim and stalked to the worn couch, its springs groaning as I dropped onto it. Tina slumped, trembling and slick, her chest heaving. "Come here," I ordered the girls, my voice gravel. "On your knees. each on either side of me." They scrambled over, pupils blown wide. My belt buckle clinked, harsh in the sudden silence. I shoved my jeans down my hips, freeing my cock—thick, veined, already hard with the grim reality of what came next. "Lick it"

Kim leaned in first, her tongue tentative as a moth against the head. Tina mirrored her, her breath hitching. "Lick the entire length" I order. Tina's tongue dragged along the underside, slow and slick, tracing the thick vein pulsing beneath the skin. Kim followed suit on the other side, her strokes hesitant at first, then gaining confidence as she tasted salt and musk. Their movements synchronized—up, down, up—their soft, warm tongues exploring every ridge and curve, their noses brushing against my thighs. The air thickened with the wet sounds of their effort, the faint scent of arousal mingling with their own sweat and arousal.

"Now the tip," I commanded, my voice a low rumble. "Suck it like it's the last candy on earth." Kim sealed her lips over the swollen crown, hollowing her cheeks as she drew gently. Tina watched, then copied, her mouth a tight, wet ring around the sensitive ridge. They bobbed, shallow pulls that sent heat coiling low in my gut. Kim’s eyes fluttered shut, her rhythm stuttering as she fought the urge to gag. Tina’s fingers dug into my thigh, her focus absolute, every suck a trembling act of defiance against Monday’s horror.

"Wider," I growled, guiding Kim’s head down until the head nudged the back of her throat. She tensed, gag reflex kicking in, spit slicking her chin. "Breathe through your nose," I ordered, holding her there. "Feel that burn? That’s control." Tina mimicked the depth, her throat working convulsively around me, tears welling but not falling. The air filled with wet, choked sound. Kim’s nostrils flared, her body trembling as she held the position, learning the brutal geometry of taking more than she thought she could.

I released them, my cock glistening. "Again. Faster." They obeyed, heads bobbing, lips stretched tight. Tina’s hand crept to her own throat, feeling the phantom bulge. "They’ll fuck your faces like this," I said, voice harsh. "No mercy. Just thrusts." To demonstrate, I gripped Kim’s hair and pushed deeper, forcing a ragged cry from her as she took another inch. Tina flinched but didn’t stop, her rhythm becoming frantic, desperate.

"Now," I commanded, my hands tightening in their hair. "Breathe deep. Hold it." They sucked in sharp gulps of air, chests swelling. I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in Kim’s throat first. Her body went rigid, eyes bulging, silent screams trapped behind sealed lips. Her throat muscles spasmed wildly around me, a frantic pulse against the invasion. I held her there, watching her face darken, her fingers clawing at my thighs.

"Relax," I ordered, the word a harsh rasp. "That knot in your throat? Untie it. Think of drowning slow." Kim’s frantic gasps through her nose hitched, then deepened slightly. The terrible tension in her jaw eased a fraction. Her throat opened, just a sliver, accepting the impossible girth. A low, wet gurgle escaped her.

I held her there, submerged, counting the frantic beats of her pulse against my cock. Five seconds. Ten. Her eyes streamed, her knuckles white where she gripped my knees, but she held. She didn’t break. When I finally pulled back, she collapsed forward, coughing violently, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening shaft. "Good," I grunted, the praise rough. "That’s the choke they’ll give you. Remember how to breathe around it."

Turning to Tina, I saw the raw terror in her eyes, magnified by what she’d just witnessed. "Your turn," I stated, my voice leaving no room for refusal. Her breath hitched as I guided her head towards me. "Deep breath," I commanded. She sucked in air like a drowning woman finding a final gasp of oxygen before the plunge. Her lips parted, trembling, as she took the swollen head into her mouth. Her tongue flickered instinctively, a desperate attempt at control before the inevitable.

I pushed forward steadily, feeling the tight resistance of her throat muscles clenching in panic. Her body stiffened, a choked gag tearing from her as I filled her. Tears welled, spilling hot trails down her cheeks. "Don’t fight it," I growled, holding her head firmly. "Let it in. Feel it carve its space." Her throat convulsed, a wet, ragged sound echoing in the quiet room as she forced herself to relax, millimeter by agonizing millimeter. Her nails dug crescent moons into her own palms.

Kim watched, one hand subconsciously rubbing her own throat, her breath shallow. I withdrew slowly from Tina’s mouth, leaving her gasping, spit-slicked and trembling. "See?" I said, my voice rough. "It fits. Barely." I turned to Kim. "Again. Deeper this time." Her eyes widened, but she leaned forward, opening her mouth with a shaky resolve. This time, when I thrust, she didn’t resist. Her throat opened wider, accepting the brutal stretch, her body shuddering violently as she took me all the way down until my balls pressed against her chin. A low, guttural moan vibrated against my cock.

Tina’s turn came next. Her breathing was ragged, Her jaw was set. She took a deep, shuddering breath through her nose and lowered her head. This time, she guided me in herself, her hands trembling on my thighs as she pushed her mouth down, inch by agonizing inch. When she finally reached the base, her throat convulsed wildly, but she held, her eyes squeezed shut, a single tear tracking through the sweat on her temple. She stayed there, submerged, for a count of five before pulling back, coughing but triumphant.

"Again," I ordered, my voice rough. "Both of you. " First was Kim then Tina took her turn, their mouths swallowing me down to the root in alternating rhythm. No hesitation, no gagging—just the slick, wet sounds of surrender and the heat of their practiced throats. Kim’s tongue swirled on the upstroke; Tina hollowed her cheeks on the descent. Their movements were raw, efficient, a brutal dance learned under threat of worse. They took me deep, held it, pulled back—effortless, mechanical, perfect.

My balls tightened, the pressure coiling low and urgent. "Hand-job," I barked, pulling free. They scrambled to obey. I guided Kim’s fingers around the base, her grip tentative. "Tighter," I corrected, pressing Tina’s hand over Kim’s, stacking them like a vise. "Twist on the upstroke—like wringing a neck." Their knuckles whitened as they worked in unison, twisting, pulling, the friction relentless. Precum slicked their fingers. "Feel that ridge under the head? That’s where they’ll burst. Milk it."

I watched their faces—pupils blown wide with Lust and adrenaline, lips parted, sweat beading at their temples. "Look at me," I ordered. "Not the cock. My eyes. Hold my stare while you choke it." They obeyed, their gazes locked onto mine, unflinching, as their hands moved faster. Tina’s thumb swiped roughly over the leaking slit. "Good," I grunted. "That’s the spot. Rub it raw. Make it hurt."

My hips jerked forward, thrusting hard into their grip. "Faster," I snarled. "Like they’ll fuck your mouths—no mercy. Just take it." Their knuckles tightened, slick with spit and sweat, twisting in brutal unison. The pressure coiled, sharp and deep, then snapped. Thick ropes of cum splattered across their joined hands, hot and sticky. Tina flinched as it coated her fingers; Kim gasped, trembling.

"Lick it up," I commanded, my voice raw. "Every drop. That’s Monday’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Tina hesitated, staring at the pearly streaks glistening on her skin. Then, with a shuddering breath, she brought her hand to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, lapping tentatively at the thick fluid clinging to her knuckles. The taste—salt and bitterness—made her gag, but she forced her throat to work, swallowing convulsively.

Kim watched, her own hand trembling. She mimicked Tina, her tongue cleaning her palm with desperate, kitten-like licks. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, wide and watery, but she didn’t stop until her skin was pink and glistening. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and the sharp tang of cum. They sat back on their heels, trembling, sticky hands limp in their laps.

"Good girls," I said, patting each of them lightly on the head. Their eyes brightened instantly, a flicker of something fierce and fragile in their faces. They hadn’t broken. Not yet. Tina’s shoulders straightened almost imperceptibly; Kim wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a tiny, defiant spark in her gaze. They’d swallowed fear and come out the other side. Pride bloomed in the silence, raw and unexpected.

I rose, the couch springs groaning in protest. "Now the real work." The girls scrambled to their feet, alert. I grabbed a bottle of water from the counter, unscrewed the cap, and took a long swig. "Throats are soft," I said, handing it to Kim. "But pussies?" I shook my head. "That’s where they’ll break you." Tina’s hand drifted to the bare skin surrounding her pussy. "Lie down," I ordered, pointing to the carpet. "On your backs. Legs spread wide. Show me what Monday’s going to ruin."

Kim lay down first, knees bent, feet planted wide. Her smooth mound glistened slightly in the dim light. I knelt between Kim’s legs, my calloused thumb pressing hard against her entrance. She gasped, her hips jerking. "This hole," I said, my voice low and dangerous, "is virgin. Untouched. Debby’s boys won’t care." I pressed deeper, feeling the stubborn resistance of her maidenhead. "They’ll shove in dry. Fast. Tear it open like cheap wrapping paper." Kim whimpered, her fingers clawing at the carpet. "So we rip it first. Controlled. On your terms."

I lined up, the thick head of my cock pressing insistently against her tight, trembling opening. "Deep breath," I ordered. Kim sucked in air, her eyes wide with terror. I had never taken a virgin before, so I thrust in all the way in a single thrust. Her scream tore through the room—raw, animal, pure agony. She arched her back off the floor, muscles locking as I buried myself to the hilt inside her impossibly tight Pussy, tearing channel as I did so. "It Hurts!" she cried out sobbing, her body shaking violently. "It burns!" I held perfectly still, my own breath ragged, feeling her inner walls clench and spasm around me. I thought she was going to pinch my dick right off. "Breathe," I growled, my hands pulling her hips into me. "Just breathe through the fire. Let it own you."

Tina watched, frozen, one hand clamped over her mouth as Kim writhed beneath me. Blood slicked my shaft, warm and sticky. "See that?" I panted, nodding toward the crimson smear on her inner thighs. "That’s Monday’s preview." I pulled out slowly, the drag deliberate, and Kim whimpered at the fresh wave of pain.

I pulled back until the only the head was still in then I shoved in hard, bottoming out in a single stroke. Kim gasped, her eyes flying wide the shock evident in them. I continued giving hard brutal thrusts, knowing that the poor girl will now no longer be able to have proper sex. She will be addicted to rough and powerful sex. Her body remembering the violation, the burn. As I pistoned in and out for her something else flickered beneath the surface. A raw, involuntary throb.

My balls slapped her ass with each deep, grinding plunge, a wet, rhythmic smack echoing the violence. Her cries sharpened, fractured—not just pain now, but a ragged edge of something darker, deeper. Her back arched off the carpet, her cunt clenching around me in desperate, involuntary pulses. "That’s it," I growled, hammering harder, faster. "That’s the sound they’ll rip out of you. Own it. Scream like you mean it." "Fuck me," she screamed, the words raw and jagged. "Faster." I obeyed, driving into her with brutal, rhythmic thrusts. Her hips lifted to meet mine, her hands clawing at my back. Tina watched, in fascinated horror, her own thighs slick with her own wetness and terror. "See?" I snarled between thrusts. "Your body betrays you. It opens. It takes." Kim’s moan was low, guttural—half agony, half surrender.

Tina crawled closer on trembling hands and knees, her wide eyes fixed on where my cock pistoned into Kim’s slick, swollen opening. Blood streaked Kim's inner thighs running down her butt crack. "Touch yourself," I commanded Tina, never slowing my brutal pace inside Kim. "Finger that little cunt. Get it nice and slick for me." Tina’s hand shook as she obeyed, pressing a tentative finger into her own tight slit. A choked whimper escaped her lips. "Deeper," I snapped. "Make it burn."

Kim’s fingernails scored my back as her hips bucked wildly against mine. "Harder," she gasped, her voice shredded. "Fuck me like they will!" Her legs clamped around my waist like iron bands, locking me deep inside her as her body convulsed around my cock. Sweat stung my eyes as the pressure coiled at the base of my spine, fierce and undeniable. Her breath hitched against my neck, ragged and hot. "Cum inside," she growled, the demand raw and guttural. "Fill me. Make me feel - “ruined."

Tina froze, her fingers buried knuckle-deep in her own flesh. "Wait." Her voice was a strangled whisper. She stared at Kim’s flushed, sweat-slicked face, then down at the raw, gaping mess between her own trembling legs. Her eyes widened, the frantic haze clearing for a terrifying second. "What?" Tina’s gaze snapped to mine, sharp with sudden, chilling clarity. "It’s your fertile time, isn’t it, Kim?" Her voice cracked. "Right now." Kim’s head lolled against the carpet, her lips curling into a savage, broken grin. "Yeah." "I doubt Debby’s boys will be using condoms. They’ll pump me full. Imagine, the entire football team filling our pussies" She locked eyes with me, her pupils blown black. "So either I get pregnant today, and know who the father is" she gasped, her hips bucking hard against my cock still buried deep inside her, "or I get pregnant Monday and don't." Her hand clawed up my sweat-slicked chest. "I choose today, I choose to know who the father is and I choose you Uncle. Fill me up real good. Make it stick."

I thrust harder, deeper, grinding into her fertile core. The raw heat of her still tight cunt milked me, the primal need to claim, to seed, overriding everything. Her ragged screams filled the room as my balls tightened, then emptied in thick, pulsing jets deep inside her womb. She arched, gasping, her body shuddering as I pumped load after searing load into her raw depths. "Yes," she hissed, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Breed me. Ruin me forever."

Rolling off Kim, slick with sweat and her blood, I collapsed onto the carpet, exhausted. "Tina," I growled, my voice raw. "Clean me." She scrambled over, her eyes wide and terrified. Her tongue flicked tentatively at my softening cock, lapping away the thick smear of cum and blood. "All of it," I ordered, pushing her head down. "Suck it clean." Her lips closed around me, working with trembling urgency, her tongue swirling over every ridge until the metallic tang was gone and I began to stiffen again under her desperate ministrations.

My dick got nice and hard again. Kim was still laying down knees together and legs up, trying to keep as much cum in her as possible. "Your turn, Tina," I Said. Tina mirrored What Kim ad done, trembling as she exposed her own tight pink slit. I shifting over her. She flinched as I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock Angry. "Don’t tense," I warned. "Tension tears worse." She nodded frantically, tears welling in her eyes due to fear, and braced herself. I thrust hard, burying myself in one brutal stroke. Tina’s scream was higher, sharper—a blade of sound that echoed off the walls. Her legs thrashed as her body fought the invasion, her virgin flesh yielding with a sickening rip. "Breathe!" I barked, pinning her hips flat. "Breathe into the fucking fire!" She sucked in air through clenched teeth, her knuckles white where they gripped the carpet. Her cunt pulsed around me, tight as a fist, blood mixing with the sparse wetness of terror. Having learned from fucking Kim I held it there allowing her to get used to me. Then to my surprise she ashed to be on top.

I pulled out and lay on my back. I ordered Tina to get on top of me and fuck herself on my dick.Tina straddled me, her torn cunt hovering inches above my renewed hardness. Her thighs trembled violently as she lowered herself onto me, the thick head stretching her ripped entrance. A strangled gasp tore from her lips as she sank down, inch by agonizing inch, her raw flesh protesting. Blood slicked the slide, dripping onto my stomach. "Ride it," I snarled, gripping her hips. "Like they'll ride you. Hard and fast." She whimpered, bracing her hands on my chest, and began to move—jerky, shallow thrusts that scraped her raw insides.

"Harder!" Kim rasped from the carpet beside us, one hand on her used pussy holding my seed inside. Tina obeyed, slamming her hips down with brutal force, eliciting a sound that was a combination between a yelp and a cry. Tears streamed freely down her face, mingling with sweat. Each downward plunge drew a choked cry. I looked down at my cock as it disappeared into her depths seeing it streaked crimson. "Mister," she gasped between ragged breaths, her eyes clenched shut. "Knock me up too." her resolve unmistakable She drove herself harder onto my cock, grinding against my pelvis. "Do it-now. Before they do." Her voice cracked. "Put your baby in me. Make me yours forever."

Tina’s rhythm shifted. Her frantic bounces slowed, deepened. Her thighs squeezed tight around my hips. Her cries softened into low, shuddering moans. Her hips rolled now, deliberate and hungry. Her flushed face tilted back, lips parting as her cunt clenched around my length with possessive heat. Her fingers dug into my chest—not pushing away but pulling me deeper. "Feels... GOOD," she whispered, the confession raw and broken. Her hips lifted, hovered, then slammed down with a wet, possessive smack. Her eyelids fluttered shut. A ragged gasp escaped her as her body arched, trembling.

I gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up to meet her grinding descent. Her inner muscles pulsed—a raw, desperate clench—as she pressed her palm low against her belly. The bulge where my cock stretched her out, visible. "Now," she whimpered, her voice thick with Lust and need. "Fill me." Her rhythm stuttered, frantic again.
"Put it...Deep." Sweat slicked her spine as she rode harder, faster. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps. Her thighs shook with the effort. Her head dropped forward, hair clinging to her temples. "Please," she sobbed. "I need it. Breed me."

I flipped Tina onto her back, grabbing each cheek of her tight bubble but and pulling her into me. Her eyes flew open... Wild... Before I pistoned into her. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting. Her score pussy yielded slick resistance, blood still smearing my thrusts. Her screams choked into breathless hitches. Her nails raked my forearms. Her hips lifted, meeting each brutal plunge. Her cunt tightened—a desperate, rhythmic clenching... Drawing me deeper, milking me. Her legs wrapped my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. My third orgasm washed over me, planting my seed deep in her womb as my cock pressed hard against her cervix. "Yes," she gasped, arching. "Ruined. Forever."

Spent, I withdrew. My softening cock glistened crimson—Tina’s blood mingled with my cum as it seaped out of her abused swollen pussy. "Kim," I rasped. "Clean this mess." She crawled over, trembling. Her tongue dragged slowly up my shaft, hesitant, then urgent. She swallowed the metallic tang, her lips closing over the head, sucking gently until every trace of blood and sperm varnished. She pulled back, her breath shallow, her own thighs sticky with drying cum.

Tina lay gasping on the carpet, legs splayed wide. She pressed trembling fingers low against her belly. "Did... did it take?" she whispered. Kim crawled beside her, pressing her palm over Tina’s. We won't know for 2 weeks. They stayed like that—silent, breathless—listening for a phantom heartbeat that was mine inside them. The room smelled like sex and salt and copper.

About half an hour later I pulled on my pants, tossing their crumpled clothes at their feet. "Up," I commanded, my voice rough as gravel. "go clean up and get dressed." Kim scrambled first, wincing as she stood—some traces blood trickling down her thigh mixed in with my cum. Tina followed slower, clutching her stomach. They moved like ghosts toward the bathroom, leaving crimson smears on the hardwood. The shower hissed alive behind the door.

Leaning against the wall, I listened, not to the water, but to their muffled whimpers. Raw flesh meeting scalding spray. Kim’s choked sob cut through the steam. "It burns," she whispered. Tina’s reply was colder, harder: "Good. Remember the burn Monday." Silence followed, broken only by the slap of wet skin against tile. When they emerged, skin flushed pink, towels wrapping there hair tight, their eyes bright with self-determination instead.

I stepped forward, pulling them both into my arms. Their naked bodies nuzzling me. My palms pressed flat against there amazing asses. "Listen," I murmured into Kim’s wet towel covered hair. The scent of cheap soap couldn’t mask the copper tang still clinging to them. "Tina. Call your mom." Her breath hitched against my shoulder. "Tell her you’re staying here all weekend. Kim’s dad already knows." Tina nodded, her face buried in my shirt. Her voice, when it came, was a ghost. "Okay."

Outside Kim’s bedroom window, dawn bled pink and grey across the sky. Her parents’ car engine coughed to life below. Gravel crunched under tires as they pulled away. Kim stood naked at the glass, watching until the taillights vanished. Her hips were still bruised purple where I’d gripped her yesterday. She turned. Tina knelt beside the bed, spreading towels over the carpet. Her movements were precise, silent. She didn’t look up. Kim’s fingers traced the curve of her own belly. "It’ll hurt worse," she whispered. Tina’s eyes flicked to mine. "We know."

I unzipped my pants and got a condom on. I ordered Kim to bend over on her bed. Then I positioned my cock on her sphincter. She tensed immediately. "Relax," I commanded, pressing firmly against her tight ring. "They'll take this hole dry too." She whimpered, burying her face in the quilt as I pushed past the initial resistance. Her gasp sharpened to a choked scream as her virgin anus stretched open around my thickness. The lube provided by the condom slicked my thrusts as I bottomed out inside her bowels. "Breathe through the burn," I growled, grinding deep. "Make it yours."

Tina watched, transfixed, one hand pressed low over her own womb. "My turn next," she whispered, her voice thick with resolve. Kim’s hips jerked beneath my grip, her inner muscles clenching in raw spasms as I began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that stretched her ruined opening wider with each withdrawal. Her knuckles whitened against the sheets. "Faster," she gasped, the word shredded. "Make it hurt like Monday will."

I pulled out just as my balls stirred, leaving Kim panting her anus not closing as much. I calmed down a little. Tina scrambled onto all fours without being told, her back arched, her trembling thighs already slick with fresh anticipation. Her tight rosebud glistened, untouched and defiant. I sheathed myself in a fresh condom, the latex snapping taut. My palm smoothed down the curve of her spine. "This one’s yours, Tina," I murmured, lining up. "Make it count." Her nod was sharp, fierce. She pushed back hard, impaling herself on my cock in one brutal, claiming thrust. Her scream tore through the room—a raw, guttural sound of pain and triumph as her virgin anus stretched open around me, I was afraid that I might tear her up, maybe resulting in infection. We continued every sexual position I taught them all weekend long. I came in both of them every time

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Outside, Monday morning dawned grey and heavy with rain. I paced my best friend’s empty living room, the silence thick as smoke. Every tick of the clock hammered against my mind. The girls had left at dawn, faces pale but set, walking toward the school gates like soldiers marching to a slaughter they’d rehearsed for. My fists clenched. Had I forged them into blades or just broken them quicker? The memory of Tina’s savage grin as she rode me, demanding ruin, warred with Kim’s hollow, tear-streaked vacancy When I popped her cherry. Violence scraped the edges of my thoughts—the urge to storm that fucking school, fists flying. But chains, invisible and heavy, held me fast. One misstep back to prison. All I had left was this suffocating wait.

The front door slammed open. Tina stood framed in the doorway, soaked through, rain plastering her hair to her skull. Her eyes were wide, unblinking. Not terror. Shock. Behind her, Kim stumbled in, dripping onto the hardwood. Her mouth hung slack. Silence stretched, thick and disbelieving, broken only by the drumming rain outside. Then Tina’s shoulders began to shake. Not crying. Laughing. A low, disbelieving chuckle bubbled up, growing louder, wilder, until it echoed off the walls. Kim joined her, hysterical giggles tearing from her throat as she slid down the door frame onto the floor.

"They... they weren't impressed," Tina gasped between laughs, wiping rain and tears from her cheeks. "Debby shoved us into that locker room, screaming about virgins for the team." She mimicked Debby’s shrill voice. "Break them! Turn them into cum slits" Tina snorted, shaking her head. "But when Kim dropped to her knees... and took Rodriguez 'all the way'...?" Her laugh hitched, breathless. "His eyes bugged out. He yelled, “What the Fuck? I thought she had no experience?”

Kim peeled off her soaked shirt, revealing fading bruises. "They tested everything," she said, voice raw but triumphant. "Fingers, tongues... even shoved three cocks down down all three of my holes at once." A savage grin split her face. "I didn’t gag. Not once, Didn't cry out, didn't care." She kicked off her skinny jeans. "Then Debby tried to run. Tripped over her own lies."

Tina stalked toward the kitchen, dripping rainwater like vengeance. "They held her down," she called over her shoulder, her tone chillingly flat. "While Rodriguez tore her skirt off." She yanked open the fridge, grabbing a carton of juice. Her knuckles whitened around it. "Said she owed them 'a real 'virgin'." Tina downed a class of the juice gulping as she emptied it.

Kim leaned against the door frame, tracing a fading bruise on her collarbone. "Debby screamed," she murmured, almost dreamily. "Begged... Said it was a mistake." A harsh laugh escaped her. "Like we did." She pushed off the wood, walking toward Tina. "They didn’t stop. Not when she cried. Not when she bled." Her fingers brushed Tina’s wet sleeve. "Not like you did for us."

Tina put the carton of juice back in the fridge. “They broke her," she stated, her voice devoid of inflection. Eyes flat and hollow, she stared into the void of her memory. "Like she wanted them to break us." A tremor ran through her shoulders. "Rodriguez pinned her ankles to the floor. The others... lined up."

Kim moved closer, pressing her forehead to Tina’s damp temple. Her fingers slid down Tina’s arm, interlacing with hers. "We watched," Kim breathed, the words thick with a terrifying numbness. "Until she stopped screaming." She lifted Tina’s hand, turning it palm up. they joined fingers. "Her eyes... they were yours. Before."

Tina jerked her hand away, spinning toward me. "They didn’t even fuck 'us' long enough to cum inside," she spat, her voice cracking like ice. "Just shoved there dicks in, tested how deep we’d take it." She gestured wildly toward the hallway where we’d trained, where her blood still stained the carpet. "Like we were cheap toys." Her laugh was jagged, hollow. "Debby on the other hand..." She trailed off, shuddering. "Rodriguez finished in her mouth. The next guy... her ass. The third..." Her gaze locked onto mine, raw but aroused. "They poured it into her womb like she was a gutter."

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A few weeks later I came home after my shift in the construction industry. I sow Kim and Tina in the kitchen, Kim's parents weren't home yet. We had just found out yesterday that I had succeeded in Knocking up both my girls. Kim slid her palm over her own still flat belly, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Debby’s pregnant now," she murmured. "Someone on the football team's seed took root." She looked up, her eyes glinting with fierce triumph. "While ours?" Her fingers traced the soft curve beneath her navel, where my baby swam developed. "Yours." The word hung heavy, possessive. Tina echoes the gesture, pressing her hand low. "Yours," she whiskered, a vow carved in blood and desperation.
“So what are we going to tell our parents? Kim asked.
“Tell them it was the football team.” I suggested.
Tina hugged me, saying. :I wish we could be honest, but we cannot both marry you.”
“Well not officially” I said now hugging both girls to me

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Months bled into each other. Kim’s parents fumed silently over dinner, their eyes darting to her swelling belly beneath her oversized sweaters. "Those animals," her father spat one night, fork trembling. "Ruined our girl." Kim kept her gaze lowered, swirling peas on her plate. Across town, Tina’s mother wept into the phone, lamenting about the football team’s "privilege" shielding them. Tina listened stone-faced, rubbing the hard swell beneath her ribs where my child kicked. Both families choked on helpless rage, silenced by the town’s golden boys and their untouchable fathers.

Our secret pulsed thick and warm between us. Tina sprawled on my couch, her belly taut as a drum, guiding my palm to a frantic flutter. "Yours," she murmured, pressing my hand deeper. Kim leaned against my shoulder, her own bump brushing my arm. They traded soft smiles—a silent pact forged in blood and shared ruin. Contentment radiated from them like heat, fierce and possessive. They traced each other’s stretched bellies with reverence, whispering names for sons or daughters who’d carry my eyes.

Debby’s swollen silhouette haunted the supermarket aisles. she was shoving diapers into a cart while she scanned coupons with hollow eyes. none of the boys wanted to take responsibility, leaving her a single mother, whereas Kim and Tina also technically single mothers, had me for support. My Job paying enough to help pay for supplies and Lodging as My friend Requested

Tina gripped Kim’s arm, steering their Trolley past Debby, all three heavily pregnant bellies nearly brushing. Debby froze, coupon crumpled in her fist, eyes darting from Tina’s fierce smirk to Kim’s serene hand resting atop her swell. "Looks like gutter’s full," Tina hissed, loud enough to ripple through the cereal aisle. Debby’s face paled to milk as Kim just smiled, soft and cold, and rolled onward without a word.