Caitlin Must Be Bred! 1

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” My wife burst into the room.
“Whaddaya think,” I replied, nonchalantly.
“GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW, ERIC.” Blah, blah, blah, I thought. I got to and began drawing my dick out of the pussy it had inhabited… The tight little pussy I’d been pumping to oblivion before Samantha came in… The pussy of our ten-year-old girl.

“NOW, YOU SICK BASTARD!”
“The more you talk, the longer I’ll take, Samantha,” I told my wife, with a smug grin on my face. Pulling myself further and further out of Caitlin, I stopped the second I could see the tip of my penis. It had brought with it a multitude of cum.
“Oh my God. What is that? OH MY GOD, ERIC. WHAT IS THAT?!”
“You fuckin’ know,” I muttered, frustrated that she was ruining this glorious moment for me.
“Tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”
“It’s pretty fucking obvious what I done, isn’t it.”
“Yeah, mom. It’s pretty fucking obvious,” Caitlin quipped.
“Oh my God. Watch your mouth Young lady,” Samantha said sternly.
“Good girl,” I gave Caitlin a kiss on the cheek to show my approval for her cursing.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
“Nothing, now. Tell Mommy why, Caitlin.”
“Because Daddy came in me,” my little angel smiled and blushed.
“I want you out, Eric. Get out of this house right now.”
“Baby, look happy our girl is. Try not to be such a bitch right now, okay?”
“Yeah, mommy. Don’t be a bitch.”

Samantha went rather quiet now. I guess she was fuming inside and speechless at this whole situation. But I didn’t give a flying fuck. My eyes were locked in on everything below my little Caitlin’s waist. I ignored my wife and pursued rubbing the pussy before me. Caitlin’s whimpers soothed my soul and I felt myself hardening up again.
“You are a sick son-of-a-bitch, Eric. Caitlin’s not one of your one-nighters, you asshole.” Samantha was of course referring to the couple random bar skanks I’d nailed during our married life.
“You’re right, Samantha. You’re absolutely right. Because I’m going to be doing this all… the… time.” She was gobsmacked. Her jaw dropped open and I could feel a storm-out coming on. Sure enough, Samantha stomped out of the room, her face red with fury. “Mommy’s going to have to just get used to it, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Caitlin giggled. And with that, I slammed myself back inside my little girl. She moaned as the length of the shaft hit her deep – as you’d expect.
“You still want daddy’s cream, Caitlin?”
“Mm-hmm.” That was such a cute little noise for her to make. I was really going to enjoy knocking her up. That puny little waist of Caitlin’s would look awesome all swollen up.

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One week later to the day, I had banged Caitlin on twenty-three separate occasions. If my seed hadn’t impregnated her, nothing would! While most girls start their periods at 12 or 13, Caitlin was an early bloomer for one reason or another. She’d had her first period under my supervision, and that was early last week. In fact, that’s why I went for it and fucked her that first day… because I had first-hand proof that she was ready to be used and knocked up.

Samantha cried her little eyes out 24/7 about the things I done to Caitlin.