Daddy and Baby Girl 5

With enough haste to make Wynonna grin, Waverly wiggled free of her jeans. She fumbled and hopped as she got them off her legs, which would be enough to make Wynonna curse how tight they were, if she didn’t remember how good Waverly’s ass looked in those painted-on jeans.

“Good girl,” Wynonna cooed, stroking herself now. It’d felt good to masturbate when she was first trying her magic cock out, but doing it while looking at Waverly, actually in her presence, was at an entirely different level. 

It was almost enough to make her order Waverly to kneel down and wait patiently for her load, like a bad girl getting punished, but Wynonna couldn’t do that to her baby girl. Not after she’d already creampied her throat.

“Good girl,” Wynonna repeated. “Sounds like I’m talking to a dog. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees like a dog, Waverly? Yeah, on all fours like the bitch you are so Daddy can fuck you from behind. Does that sound good, baby girl? Does that sound like it’s gonna make you come as hard as I did when I fucked your pretty throat?”

Her words stunned Waverly—nearly made her come just listening to them. If she knew how tempted Wynonna was just to stroke herself off, she might’ve agreed to it, so long as Wynonna kept talking so dirty to her while she did it. But the thought of taking that magic dick into her cunt, painful as it would no doubt be, was even more appealing to her.

She obeyed. She had to. She would do anything now to feel that cock inside her. Nothing else mattered. Waverly needed to be fucked too damn hard to care about anything else. Besides, she knew Wynonna didn’t mean the nasty things she said. They were only to get her in the mood. She would rather have Wynonna treating her that way as part of their little game than Champ casually borrowing her car without asking, or leaving his laundry for her to do, or any of the other disrespects he’d visited on her without the love and care that Wynonna put into making sure Waverly enjoyed being her baby girl.

All of which was, Waverly admitted, pretty neurotic for her to be thinking about in the middle of sex, but it just cemented her desire to pay Wynonna back for being such a good Daddy. She waggled her ass in Wynonna’s direction. “Come on! Fuck me good! Fuck me like I need it!”

“Oh yeah,” Wynonna husked, stroking her cock just a little bit more, savoring the last of that self-indulgent fun before she moved on to pleasuring Waverly. She didn’t know if she’d be able to take that tight pussy, but it wasn’t like she could stop herself from trying. She didn’t even have the impulse control not to drink herself into a stupor, at least before she had come to Purgatory and gained Waverly to motivate her to fly semi-right. “That pussy’s definitely getting fucked. I’m gonna fuck it so hard, and then, just when you can’t take anymore, I’m gonna come inside it. That load I dumped in your mouth is going to be nothing compared to what I do to your sweet little cunt—“

Then Wynonna saw Waverly stiffen, her sensually swaying ass suddenly still. “Uhh… Wynonna… the magic strap-on, that can’t get someone pregnant, can it?”

Wynonna paused, forehead wrinkled. “I… don’t know? I don’t think even Black Badge researches that kinda shit.”

“It’s not that I don’t want kids,” Waverly said quickly. “It’s just maybe not right now and maybe not an incestuous magic dick baby.”

“I get it!” Wynonna said. “Believe me, I have had enough pregnancy scares to get it! You have any condoms?”

“No, I’ve been fucking you! You don’t have condoms? You’re Wynonna Earp!”

“I needed water balloons,” Wynonna said unapologetically. “Wait, are you on birth control?”

“I just said I’ve been fucking you.”

Wynonna pinched her lips together. “Are you… y’know… safe?”

Waverly’s voice grew heavily laden with disappointment. “Wynonna, it’s me. Waverly. I don’t want to risk it.”

“Alright,” Wynonna sighed. “I’ll fuck you in the ass instead.”

She pushed herself into the canyon between Waverly’s buttocks, prodding against Waverly’s anus with as much patience as she could muster. Waverly cringed painfully. As used as she was to Wynonna sodomizing her, it seemed a lot more real with a magic cock.

“Do you—have—any—lubricant?” Waverly gritted out.

“Lube?” Wynonna asked. “You just spit-shined my cock. How much more lube do you want?”

She pressed her cockhead into Wynonna’s puckered anus, unable to wait for her prick to surge deep into Wynonna’s asshole. It didn’t. Whether Waverly wasn’t lubed up enough or if she was simply too tightly clenched from it being a real cock and not a strap-on, her sphincter wouldn’t allow Wynonna’s prick in.

“Put it in my cunt!” Waverly begged, the mewling cry bursting out of her.

“You wanna chance it?” Wynonna asked.

“No, but I’m so wet—get yourself lubed up there, then fuck my ass. Slowly, Daddy, please!”

Wynonna went down to the nearly liquid slit of Waverly’s opening. She thrust into her, cooing as the warm friction embraced her. What she wouldn’t give to come in that sweet tightness right now—! 

Wynonna had to stop just to marshal her resistance. She couldn’t come… not when her baby girl had made it clear she didn’t want to take the chance of getting pregnant. But the next time she jacked off—probably when Waverly’s body inevitably gave out, because there was no way she could take more fucking than Wynonna wanted to dish out—she would definitely be imagining this moment, and how sweet it would be to fill her sister’s cunt full of magic cum.

Waverly, however, was getting fed up with waiting. She reached back between her legs and grabbed hold of Wynonna’s shaft, pulling that cock inside of her. It was too much for Wynonna. She couldn’t possibly be blamed for coming inside Waverly when Waverly herself had virtually invited her to do so, so her hips exploded into a frenzy of motion. She fucked furiously into Waverly for a full minute that stretched into eternity, before slowing down, gasping for air as she tried harder than she ever had in her life to maintain control.

Waverly—think of Waverly—magical pregnancy, bad, could hurt her—can’t hurt Waverly—have to take care of Waverly—she’s my sister—my baby girl…

Waverly could feel Wynonna’s sweat dripping onto her. Her Daddy had to be drenched in it; that strap-on must feel incredible. Wonder if she’d let me wear it, Waverly thought. But for right now, she needed more. That vigorous pistoning inside her had nearly gotten her off. Her pussy quivered in anticipation. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps that shook her entire body.

“Please, Daddy, I need it! My pussy needs it!” Waverly cried. “Give it to my hard! Fuck me until I can’t stand a single inch of that big, hard cock inside me! Take care of your baby girl!”

Wynonna drove forward, raking herself through Waverly’s clinging sex a few more times. The only way she could resist the temptation to just fuck away to completion in that amazing tightness was to let the gently curving cheeks of Waverly’s ass beckon to her, that little pink asshole drawing her eye like a magnet pulling iron. 

Wynonna pulled herself back, feeling more and more of Waverly’s tightness leave her cock until with a tiny wet pop, she was away from her sister’s sucking pussy. Waverly protested in a strangled voice, sobbing and shuddering and keening for Wynonna to come back. Wynonna pressed her knob into the ring of her asshole. Hard as it was, she held herself back, only lightly pressuring Waverly’s anus to let her in.

Waverly gritted her teeth. The cock still wasn’t going in; her sense of frustration was massive. “Please, please fuck me! Fuck my pussy if you need to, just fuck me! I want your cock more than anything else in the world! I’ll do anything to have it inside me!”

“So will I, baby girl,” Wynonna promised, applying more and more pressure. She could feel Waverly’s backdoor finally relaxing, letting her glans into Waverly’s ass. 

Wynonna had to be careful—going in slowly, but still with enough force to make Waverly take her. Inch by agonizing inch, she entered her sister, feeling Waverly’s silky buttocks wrapped around her cock, massaging it with their feverish heat. Wynonna had to ignore it, focusing on the boiling heat inside Waverly’s asshole, drawing her in. She wanted to thrust herself all the way into that sweet inferno. She wanted to memorize the warmth and tightness of the ass she loved so much.

“Shit, baby girl, feels like you’ve got a lasso around my cock!” Wynonna moaned. “How the fuck am I… supposed to hold out… you’re sucking the fucking cum out of my balls!”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, you better not stop!” Waverly cried. “You always fuck my ass so good, Daddy—now you can feel it, enjoy it as much as I do—I want you to feel it! Enjoy my fucking ass, Wynonna! Ohhh!”

Wynonna’s balls wetly slapped against Waverly’s labia, both women feeling how hot the other one was. Groaning, Wynonna put her hands on Waverly’s waist and dug her fingers in, forcing control on herself even if she had to squeeze Waverly had enough to hurt. Her hips kept frantically jerking against Waverly’s pert ass, but she was just able to hold herself back from the cusp. 

Wynonna sighed lovingly as she was able to take at least one moment to bask in the feel of Waverly’s unbelievably tight anal passage clutching at her prick. How the fuck could Waverly be so tight when Wynonna had been destroying her ass on a virtually daily basis ever since they’d started dating? Was she half-angel or something?

And the real hell of it was, what had been a preference was now an obsession. Now that Wynonna had sampled all of Waverly’s holes, there was no comparison between her ass and her cunt. 

And it wasn’t that Waverly’s pussy was lacking in any way. It was tight, damn tight, so tight that Wynonna couldn’t even imagine what she was like as a virgin. She probably wouldn’t have even been able to fit, so that was one redeeming quality for Champ—however small he was that he felt the need to compensate all over Purgatory, he’d been just right to warm Waverly up for a real man, so to speak.

But for all that, Waverly’s asshole was even better, a superheated blast furnace for Wynonna’s cock. If it were any tighter, Wynonna’s cock would simply break, and for all she knew, that would result in a magical mushroom cloud hanging over the Earp homestead. But what a way to go…

“You’re mine, baby girl,” Wynonna muttered, more to herself than to her wonderful sister. “Ain’t never giving you up… best thing that ever happened to me… perfect fucking cock holster… I almost feel bad for the men of the world… you’ve got a perfect little cum dumpster on you and here it is going to waste, getting fucked by your dyke sister. Shit, they deserve to get paid more, just for missing out on this ass!”

Wynonna ground herself into Waverly’s soft buttocks, stirring her cock inside that incredibly tight tunnel. Waverly trilled happily, tears streaming from her eyes. She could barely take the feeling of Wynonna’s prick rotating inside her. Assaulting her senses from every angle imaginable.

Every sensation in the world was pressing in on Waverly. The roughness of Wynonna’s jeans against her naked ass. The feel of that overwhelming cock swelling and moving inside of her. Taking her Daddy’s strap-on was already the best feeling Waverly could imagine, but having Wynonna fuck her with a cock that was real and alive and ready to come—it was impossible. Impossibly wonderful.

“Fuck me! Give it all to me! I want your huge cock to be the only thing in my life, the only thing that matters, yes, yes, Wynonna, it’s you! It’s everything! Own me with your cock—you’re my everything!”

Wynonna fucked her. Slowly, gradually, even tenderly at first. Then she built up speed. Much as she loved her sister, Waverly was also a dirty slut who had to be fucked hard and fast—they both knew that. 

But Wynonna had never loved giving her what she needed like she did now. She loved the heat boiling out of her bowels, just out of reach of her cockhead. The way Waverly’s rectum gripped and held onto her prick, trying to keep it firmly lodged in her ass. It all made Wynonna feel potent, virile, like if she had finished in Waverly’s cunt, it would’ve certainly knocked her up. And the idea aroused Wynonna more than ever.

Soon, she was fucking Waverly as hard and as fast and as deep as she could. She knew Waverly could take it, not that Wynonna cared. Waverly’s asshole was miraculously tight and Wynonna would be fucking it even more frequently now that it felt so good, so the sooner she broke that hole in, the better off her baby girl would be.

The friction mounted, driving pure pleasure into Wynonna’s cock. She could hardly control herself—she didn’t know if she was. Her turgid erection swelled even further, pressing lasciviously into the sides of Waverly’s passage. Her baby girl moaned on and on, throwing her hips back to get more of Wynonna’s prick, more of her own ass stretched out and defeated.

“Give me your cum, Daddy!” Waverly shrieked, her body shaking like she was caught in a hurricane. “I’ve been your good girl, good girl for your cock, please, please, I—aaaiiiee!”

Even as she came, Waverly wanted more, thrusting her hips backwards in a vain attempt to have still more of Wynonna’s member inside her. But the feel of Wynonna’s cock heating her up inside with stroke after stroke had already finished her off. The interlude where Wynonna had tried to be gentle, failed to sodomize her, had built Waverly’s anticipation to the shattering point. Even if it was only a few minutes, it had been too long since she’d proven herself to be Wynonna’s anal slut. She was overdue. And now her payment smashed into her with interest.

Before she could ever think of coming down from her sexual high, Waverly felt Wynonna’s cock give a convulsive shift inside her. Then Wynonna marked her far beyond what any branding iron could ever do. Daddy’s cock erupted and what felt like gallons and gallons of cum washed into Waverly’s ass, painting her bowels white with more than one coat. 

Finally, Wynonna was limp. She rocked back, supporting herself on her hands as she looked at Waverly’s well-fucked ass. Her splayed gape was always so good, like a calling card of the ecstasy that Wynonna made her baby girl feel, but it looked especially good with her cum flowing out of it. 

A tiny tingle passed through Wynonna’s cock, but even for the Heir, it wouldn’t come up again. Not for a while. But that was good. It told Wynonna that she’d given her baby girl absolutely everything, put every ounce of her energy into satisfying her sister, and that washed away any guilt from this fuck being shorter than their usual marathon sex sessions.

The warmth in Wynonna’s prick slowly vanished, replaced by the feeling of the cool night air blowing over the plains. The feeling of contentment was slowly going away. But Wynonna knew how to make it last for the rest of the night.

As Waverly laid there, equally overwhelmed, Wynonna picked up the branding iron and pressed it into Waverly’s left cheek. Waverly felt a sort of warm, pinching sensation, but no real pain, just as Wynonna had promised. Still, the sensation was so acute that she could actually make out how her skin was being marked—read every letter that was being carved into her flesh for all time.

“Say it, baby girl,” Wynonna husked, feeling her pussy twinge with an aftershock of her orgasm that felt almost better than the ejaculation had. “Say you’re mine!”

Waverly’s eyes rolled back in her head as she too relived the fuck she’d just felt, only more intense—more intimate. Shorn of all other sensations, she felt only how badly Wynonna wanted to please her. 

“Property of Wynonna Earp,” she moaned before coming again, like just one orgasm wasn’t sufficient to express the lust she’d felt, being ass-fucked by her Daddy.