Our Wmaf Cuckold Story In Aus Pt 04

While ChiChi was immersing in the aftertaste of the orgasm, Dad just gently railed her pulsing inner folds and rubbed her back. As for me, I only felt dizzy, as if I had taken an uppercut in the jaw.

Looking at my hand, I realise the tissues were on the bedside table. I felt a hollow in my chest, but what just happened in front of me undoubtedly kept my cock going.

When I dragged my feet to the bedhead, Dad looked at me and asked, "That was intense. Does ChiChi do that often?"

I couldn't find words to explain; I just shrugged and shook my head.

He then turned to her and asked again, but ChiChi refused to face me. She buried her face in Dad's chest hair like an ostrich.

"Well, that was a 12:0, then. Fremantle Dockers are smashing it."

I took the whole box of tissues with me back into my VIP seat. I knew the best was yet to come. I needed to save some ammo.

Beads of sweat emerged on her back, volatilising a strong scent of female pheromone.

"Let's make the game more exciting for Alan, Baby girl. Come sit up with Dad, C'mon..."

Dad flipped her with ease despite her intentionally flopping her weight to make it harder. Dad's cock slipped out of her pussy, but he still managed to put her on her knees and straighten her upper body facing me.

My girlfriend was still dodging the eye contact with me. She hid half of her face behind her palm. It must be extremely embarrassing since she made that "I'd win" statement early on yet failed miserably like those cocky MMA fighters. However, I saw a wicked yet reluctant smile through the gaps between her fingers.

It was at that moment I knew she had accepted her defeat.

Dad held his cock and aimed at her dripping pussy, balls deep again.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack*...

Slow yet steady and firm, Dad worked his cock in and out of her petite frame. He made sure every thrust was fully received by my girlfriend, not missing out even a millimetre.

"Ho...ho...oh...O...O...Ow...o...O..." Like her initial brattiness, the reserve and denial did not last long before she made those funny little moans and showed us her adorable o-face.

Her body arched up as she threw her head back, making it an easy grip on her neck for Dad. He wrapped his big palm around her jaw and made out with her, feeding spit into her mouth as his tongue batted with hers.

*SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK*

Before I realised, Dad revved up his motor. The sound of him smashing my girlfriend's butt cheeks echoing in the room. ChiChi's face was like tasting the sourest lemon in the world, yet her mouth was wide open. The envelope had been pushed beyond the limit she ever reached. She was screaming without making a sound.

Suddenly, Dad let loose of his support. That all-so-familiar wet queef burst again as soon as she collapsed onto the mattress. She was stretching her arms and back to the extreme while her waist shook uncontrollably.

This time, she squirted a long stream before making a few more gushes that matched the rhythm of her body spasms.

I quietly walked out quietly. I needed to have some fresh air despite the air-con was blowing ice cold in the bedroom. I walked downstairs and topped up a glass of water. That was the best I could do for her.

When I got back, ChiChi was lying on Dad's chest. He leaned back in the pillows, his knees spreading her wide. They were making out as passionately as always while she slowly jerked his cock in front of her pussy with both hands.

I approached them and handed over the water. She did not notice I left for a bit.

"對不起...我沒有高潮成這樣過，我一直高潮到受不了，真的太舒服了...爸爸的雞巴一直把我裡面頂好滿好深..."

(Sorry, I've never orgasm so hard like this before...It just won't stop coming. Daddy's cock is so full and deep in me...)

The guilt was all written on her face. But her tone was full of joy, completely opposed to her apology.

"沒關係，之後好好補償我就好啦。看你這麼享受其實我也很開心。"

(Don't worry. Just make it up to me later. I am actually quite happy that you have enjoyed it so much.)

I felt the slippery juice on her fingers when she touched mine as I fed her water.

I knew the make-up sex wouldn't feel the same anymore.

Before I sat back, we looked into each other's eyes and "kissed goodbye."

"What did you guys say?"

"She said you fucked her so well that she was losing herself. And she feels sorry that she never came this hard with me."

I felt my cock had never been that hard before when I was saying it.

"You have to make up with Alan, alright? Baby girl."

She giggled and said she will before putting her lips on his again. Her fingers wrapped around Dad's shaft and proactively guided it stretching its way back into her vagina.

"Hummm.....Ahhh........~~~~~" Again, she closed her eyes and felt up every inch he had to give as she let out a long moan.

In this position, I could see how Dad's fat girth spread her lips as well as how his balls slapped her groin. He cupped the back of her knees, thrusting up into her. Her lips were flapped in and out along with Dad's cock uppercuts.

At this point, there was no shyness or embarrassment between us. We both had the consensus that we were both conquered by Dad. She raised her arms high and showed off her full frontal as Dad greedily tasted every inch of her skin with his tongue as he fondled her little tits and clit with his hands.

Another dramatic squirt was made after he popped that cock head out of my girlfriend. He did not give her time to recover; quickly, he threw her on her back and lifted her butt off the sheet by pushing up her knees towards her shoulders.

It's called "mating press" for a good reason. I had done it many times, but the sheer contrast in body size between my girlfriend and Dad was on a different level. Let alone the visual impact of his cock disappearing in her tiny pussy.

"I am SO knocking you up...Ahh...if you are not on that BLOODY YASMIN pill."

"What．Is．Knock．Ah．Ah．Ah．p...?"

Their hips aggressively collided as he spat out the words of truth.

"Meaning I am going to put a baby in you...Do you want DADDY to Knock You Up? In front of Alan, Hun?"

Chichi grinned cheekily and nodded with a little hesitation.

"Say it...SAY you wanna be knocked up by daddy, to Alan, in FUCKING CHINESE."

Slowly, she tilted her head, and our eyes met. Every single word she said was like fire burning in my chest.

"老公，我．要．被．爹．地．幹．懷．孕．了...❤"

(Honey, I am．going．to．be．knocked．up．by．daddy.❤)

Instantly, I came. The ejaculation was so relentless that it gave me a few seconds of grey vision as if I had pulled a 9G vertical roll in a fighter jet.

I was never a moaner. But I moaned in a pathetic high pitch that I felt incredibly embarrassed as I came.

They both chuckled and cuddled, kissing each other deeply and ready to embrace the climax.

"Take．My．Cum．You．CHINKY SLUT! Ahhh Fuuuuuccckkkkkk!! Hmmmmmmmm!!!"

Her body was engulfed by Dad's broad frame. She bit on his shoulder. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her feet locked. Her fingernails scratched his back again and again.

I was beating my cock like crazy, imagining ChiChi's inner walls milking Dad's pulsing shaft and how his cock head injected his seed into her womb through the suction of her cervix, even though I had just ejaculated.

*** *** ***

I lost the sense of time after that intense masturbation. It felt like a centre since they had that amazing mutual orgasm. I saw Dad was still humping slightly as they kissed and gasped into each other's mouths. I have to admit it feels incredible sending a full load into ChiChi's womb. Her cervix has that intoxicating suction when she is having a genuine orgasm.

But I guess Dad knew it now, and surely, he was savouring every second of it.

I had a feeling he was seriously falling for my girlfriend, judging by how he kissed and looked into each other's eyes back and forth, repeatedly, not wanting to let go.

Dad finally backed out reluctantly, making my girlfriend queef again. They both giggled and kissed again.

She pulled Dad close and whispered to him.

"You guys are really kinky, eh." He shook his head and smirked, then held her up by the back of her knees, spreading her legs to me.

At this point, my head was blank, almost like I was hypnotised, just staring at ChiChi, my girlfriend's vagina. She put her fingers on her lips and stretched them out even further. A huge slime of Dad's thick load was dangling at the entrance. It was not dripping; it got swallowed in and spat out along her post-orgasm spasms.

ChiChi spread and closed her fingers like a kitten's milking massage. That's the gesture between us telling me to come over.

"I will take a bath downstairs. Feel free to join." He kissed her one last time and patted my shoulder as I covered my mouth over ChiChi's pussy.

We still had more than a month to go.

(End of Pt.4)