the wonderland in the basement: teenage cum dumpsters pt. 2

eight months ago, my buddy mike showed me the teenage harem in his basement, and gifted me a blonde princess to breed. the birth of our daughter is near!

Man oh man, has my life changed in these past couple months. I owe my friend Mike my life. He provided me with the most important belonging i'll ever own - more than my BMW, more than my vacation home, even more than own wife and kids: Olivia. my sweet, blonde, 18 year old baby girl. my teensy princess.

She was still teensy, in a way, but now her petite belly was the size of an exercise ball despite remaining 4'11. it had only taken three months before we learned that my seed had succeeded in latching on inside of her and beginning to grow, gradually swelling and stretching Olivia's belly, becoming our sweet daughter-to-be.

Given the timeline, i'm pretty sure i knocked her up on the first or second go. i'll admit i didn't last long inside her elastic, never-used pussy, and shot wads like a horse up her narrow canal. the first time there was so much spunk it was gushing out of her pinhole opening in a milky fountain. Mike got a Polaroid of me, smiling wide, next to her newly broken in vagina.

Wanting to be absolutely sure she was inseminated as quickly as possible, i found myself knocking on Mike's door almost every other night. my wife likes her wine a bit too much, and always passes out by 9 or 10 pm, so where i spend my evenings isn't something she's ever been privy to. she doesn't know the difference, except that i'm a much more present father now. i don't think she minds that i don't try to fuck her anymore either; she's got her audiobooks and toys anyway.

Olivia's first of her many pregnancies to come is going better than i could've imagined. Mike recruited a hooker who was maybe 25 or 26 to watch over the girls & their daughters. i learned the third teen's name -- the one who was already a mommy when i first entered this fluffy pink breeding dungeon -- was mckinley. Mike got her pregnant again when Olivia was 5 months along. When he'd offered me Olivia, Mike claimed he wanted a break from the babymaking to slow down the amount of screaming in his house, but I guess he couldn't help himself.

How on earth could I blame him? I get it entirely; there's no impulse control when it comes to these whimpering, bouncy cocksleeves. They're perfect sex dollies for our 40 year old daddy meat to puncture as many times as we please, in whatever hole we please.

Olivia's identical twin, Ellie, gave birth to another of Mike's girls right before I found out Olivia was successfully bred. Since the other two girls were already experienced in motherhood, they'd taken to helping Olivia prepare.

They'd become accustomed to soothing each other with snuggling and suckling. Sometimes I'd come down the stairs to see a doggy pile of teen bodies entwined with each other, bellies jutting out and feet shaking in the air as they tongued each other's cunnies till they flooded cum over and over into their mouths, gurgling with glee. At this point, playing with their vaginas was all they knew anymore.

The birth plan is absolutely scrumptious. Mike promised we can get it all on video. Before it's time to push, the goal is to distract my princess from the pain with some pleasure. The hooker will do the delivering when the time comes. I'm going to be set up in a chair by her side, and hold a vibrating toy on her clit. I've agreed Mike can do his part by straddling Olivia's head and fucking her cherubic face -- not too hard, as she'll need to breathe, but enough to muffle her squeaks from both her dilating cervix and the overwhelming stimulation of those mouthwatering, pink princess parts before they're altered forever.

By the way my cock jolts to attention anytime I think about this plan, I can only imagine how incredible and intense it will be to go through with it. Dear God, nothing else matters to me anymore except this. My teen toy is about to be blessed with motherhood.

Any name suggestions for our daughter?